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May I request a situation where Kento suddenly turns corrupt in a way that he loses all respect and simply wants to sexually take advantage of fem!reader? Just fucking her rough like a rag doll. Whether it be a curse or aphrodisiac (that can be up to your amazing imagination) But of course, there’s consent and miss reader has a ball with it.
Ohhhh! This is what I needed to break back into writing JJK. But I feel like there's defiinitely some work out there where Kento rough fucks his s/o thanks to a curse or aphrodisiac and I was struggling to write something that felt fresh. This might be a little softer than what was asked because while I'm ok with writing degradation, I think Kento would struggle quite a bit with this.
I hope I've done this justice!
Warnings: MDNI, degradation, derogatory name calling, CNC, objectification, dacryphilia, free use, rough sex, S&M
Use Me
It's a quiet evening as your husband brings you a warm cup of coffee, pressing a kiss to you head as he sits next to you. He stretches and lets out a breath, relishing the peace, and puts an arm around you, drawing you closer for comfort. You sip quietly and appear lost in thought. Ever observant, Kento quirks an eyebrow at you.
"Something on your mind?" To his surprise, your eyes flick up to his over the coffee cup and a blush starts to dust over your cheeks and nose. "What's with that face?" Kento smiles, flattered at the sight and puts a hand on your wrist to lower the coffee cup. Your lips twist into an embarrassed smile and you shake your head, looking away.
"It's nothing I was just thinking about something." You sip and put the mug down on the table. Kento notices the way you hold yourself, the slight tension in your shoulders and the way your eyes look like you want to divulge a secret but were unsure if you should do so. The hand on your wrist slides and he lays his large, warm, hand over yours.
"What is it sweetheart?" He brushes away some stray strands of hair from your face. You bite your lip doubtfully, then decide to spill the beans. "Kento, there's something I want us to...try." You say in a strange tone, like you're still weighing the cons. Kento nods, encouraging you to go on.
"It's...related to sex."
This catches his interest. "Oh?"
"Yeah. It might not be something you're into."
"Try me." He reassuringly pulls you against him, allowing you a grateful moment of privacy as you hide your face in his neck. You clear your throat and continue.
"I want you to take advantage of me. Sexually."
"Am I not already doing that?" Kento jokes but you shake your head, your hair tickling his skin.
"I mean...I want to be used. Objectified. Degraded. Made to feel like I'm just a toy for your entertainment." You pause and he feels you take in a deep breath before continuing. "I basically want you to reduce me to being holes that you use for your pleasure and nothing more."
Kento's heart pounds in his chest as you word your request. "You want me to use you like that?"
"Yeah. And like, I don't want you to be gentle either. I want you to be rough. Like leave bite marks all over me. Don't have sex with me. Fuck me. Roughly. Hard." The blood in his veins grows hot and he pets your hair.
"Are you sure?"
"It's something I always wanted to try. Not that I don't like how it is now. But. I didn't know how to ask." You feel his lips nuzzle your ear and his hands reassuringly stroke your back.
"Sweetheart you know I'm willing to try a lot of things. But I never want to compromise your safety or well-being. I can be rough if you want. But you need to tell me if it's too much. I can't stand the thought of doing something that'll hurt you."
"You won't hurt me. And we have our safe word. I promise to use it." There's a moment of silence as Kento imagines how this would go. You're his favorite person in the whole world, whom he loves and respects. But at the same time, this idea has him incredibly aroused, the thought of using you to his will and forcing you to submit to debauched acts that he's never allowed himself to think about.
He presses another soft kiss to your forehead.
"If it'll make you happy then all right."
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You whimper as Kento bites your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, wiping away the blotch with his thumb. He's unrecognizable to you. You've only seen him like before for a specific scenario; when he's hunting down a curse. It sends a skitter of fear through you but also brings forth a strong rush of arousal that makes your cunt clench in need.
"Now remember slut, you're mine to be used. And I'm only letting you rest after I've fucked and filled you to my satisfaction. And if I hear you complaining, know that I have better uses for that mouth. Now on your knees."
You kneel, keeping your eyes trained on the floor, feeling your heart pounding at what was about to happen. Kento roughly yanks your head up by your hair. "Open."
You part your lips then gasp as he shoves his cock without warning, sliding the hard flesh down your throat. You try to relax your muscles, choking in relief as he comes up then repeats the action. You're on the verge of gagging before he gives you reprieve. Saliva drips from your mouth as he gathers your hair and pushes back in, holding you firmly in place until your nose hits his pubes before thursting forcefully, grunting at the slickness of your wet, willing mouth.
You feel your breathless from the effort of keeping him in your mouth, feeling him nearly touching the entrance to your throat, tears streaming from your eyes as you struggle to accomodate all of him. When he finally pulls out you take in a thankful breath of air, spluttering from the freedom.
"Pathetic. Can't even deepthroat cock. What good are you?" His hands wrap around your throat just hard enough to give you that dizzying light-headed feeling as your brain is deprived of air before letting go. He pauses, watching you writhe on the floor to catch your breath. Once it steadies, he commands you.
"Crawl."
Turned on and feeling debased, you get on your hands and knees and start crawling on the floor, your ass jiggling with each movement that you make. You hear footsteps then squeal as Kento's hand slaps the soft flesh. You freeze as the sting ripples through you before Kento jerks your head back by your hair.
"I didn't say to stop crawling. Stupid whore. Who said you can stop just because you felt a little pain?" He brings his hand down repeatedly as you pathetically begin to crawl again, sniffing as you go.
"Crying when you know this all you're good for? Stop acting like you're above this." He leaves your ass smarting, red and pulsing from his abuse. His calloused hands grab your fleshy cheeks and spread them apart and he chuckles darkly. "Don't tell me you're turned on."
You whimper as you feel him insert a finger into your moist hole, probing forcefully before withdrawing. "Just when I thought you could sink no lower. You really are nothing but a basic piece of meat just hoping a cock will fill you and make you feel like you have a purpose."
His finger withdraws and he pulls you up abruptly, his hands harshly squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples aggressively and earning a keening noise from you, your whole body feeling a sensitive blob. He twists and pulls, and you squirm in his grasp, causing him to growl and grip your chin, his fingers digging into your skin.
"Stop acting like you want to escape." He firmly spanks your pussy and your body jolts from the surprise, a cry leaving you. "You crave this. Want this. Because deep down, you know there's nothing more you want than to be a glorified fucktoy. That's all. You're a vessel to hold my cum, if I decide you're worthy enough to receive it."
He pushes one of your breasts up to his mouth and suckles roughly and you can feel the edges of his teeth skimming along the sensitive peaks. Kento releases it and does the same for the other, and just when your senses start to calm down, he sinks his teeth into the nipple, just hard enough for you make a noise of pain. He smirks.
"Oh. So you do have a limit." He bites the other nipple with similar force and you let out a broken sob. "Tsk. You're not very good at being a fucktoy are you?"
He shoves you to the bed and you fall on the soft mattress. You hear the clink of chains and see him securing handcuffs around your ankles before securing the free ends to the bedposts, angling your legs so that they're spread apart wide. Your wet pussy is exposed to his feral eyes and he licks his lips at the sight of the glistening membranes. He flicks your clit cruelly, enjoying the way you twitch and struggle.
"Oh you're dumb aren't you? Haven't you learned what happens when you try to avoid me?" He spanks your clit again, and your eyes roll back into your head as you try to separate the confusing blur of pain and pleasure that shoots through you body.
"Why is it that the more pain I give you, the wetter your dumb whore cunt gets?" The resounding echo of his palm on your wet folds gets louder with each slap until your clit is swollen and red from the repeated blows.
"Look at that. You actually want more after all that." Before you can process what's happening, Kento shifts on the bed and plunges his hard cock into your pussy. The stretch makes you sob because you weren't quite ready for him, the push slightly painful, but as you adjust to him, the feeling fades. His movements are harsh and selfish, swiftly bottoming out each time and hitting your cervix, setting a brutal pace that has you feeling like you might black out.
You let out a shocked squeak as his thumb starts to manhandle your clit, brushing over it in savage strokes that bring you dangerously close to the edge. Strings of incoherent noises spill from your lips, sounding more and more animalistic as your brain turns off all rational thought and begins to fill with need. You just wanted to orgasm, then have the satisfaction of Kento's seed filling your wet channel, to feel him soften inside you before the next round....
You let a quivering wail as your orgasm hits and Kento huffs in satisfaction as he feels your walls clenching him as you cum. Your feet thrash against their restraints as the ripple of orgasmic pleasure rocks your body. "You can't help it can you? Being a cumslut?"
His hips start to pick up pace and slam into you as he chases his orgasm, his breathing becoming ragged, hands digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises as he uses your hole to satisfy the raging, primal need that's fuelling his actions. His movements become sloppy and the edges of his vision start to blur.
"Here it comes. Your reward. Try not to spend it all in once place." With a final thrust, thick ropes of cum start to fill your insides and he shudders with the satisfaction. A moment passes before he pulls out of you, leaking his seed as he withdraws. You lay spent and exhausted on the bed.
Kento finally breaks character and crouches over you. "You didn't use your safe word."
"I didn't need to."
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Can i request a Mattheo Theo and(or, how many u feel like writing) enzo with an older gf maybe like a girl who'd walk em like a dog and in a second they're like "Yes maam whatever you say🧎♂️" byw love ur writing I'm obsessed with ur works!!
I kinda wasn't taking request, but I suck at saying no and I just kinda felt like writing this. This is just short and quick, but it was a really fun idea. I gave it a bit more of a specific context, I hope you don't mind. Thank you so much for sending this my way. I hope you like it, bc I really loved your idea. I wrote this in like an hour or so, let me know if you spot any errors. Also currently 2k+ words into a very fluffy muffin coded Mattheo piece. So this is more like a suggestive snack. Enjoy my dears!
Warning: suggestive
I added a part two.
Whipped for their tutor
Mattheo
Mattheo had been skipping too many classes and his latest test had reduced Mcgonagall to tears, so it was tutoring sessions or no quidditch for the rest of the year. So here he was waiting outside of the transfiguration's classroom as the professor informed his tutor on all the material he needed to catch up with. The list was really long and Mattheo was starting to get embarrassed. Especially when he heard the professor refer to his latest test. He really wasn't stupid, he just neglected his studies for a bite too long.
He heard chairs shuffle and moved away from the door. The door opened and Mattheo's mouth almost fell open. You've got to be kidding me. (y/n). Fuck. Everyone at Hogwarts had a crush on you and in Mattheo's case it wasn't just an innocent crush. No, the thoughts he had about you were far from innocent. Professor Mcgonagall's voice pulled Mattheo out of his trance. "Mister Riddle, this is miss (y/l/n), she'll try to save your grade."
You smiled at Mattheo as he nodded at the professor's words. He was cute you couldn't deny that, but seriously the staring was obvious. When the professor left you two alone Mattheo chuckled nervously making you roll your eyes. Wasn't Mattheo Riddle supposed to be a big bad boy? You turn on your heels. "Follow me, I reserved us a classroom." Your voice is sweet and Mattheo feels himself heat up to an unhealthy degree. Yes, mommy. He stares at your ass for a second and then quickly walks after you.
"Mattheo Riddle." Mattheo introducing himself when he catches up with you and you smirk, before licking your bottom lip. "Oh, I know who you are." Mattheo smirks, feeling confident a his reputation. "I've also seen your grades." Mattheo's smug smile drops and he falls silent for a moment. You open the door to an empty classroom and enter, walking over to a table to lay your books on. "I'm actually not stupid." Mattheo finally manages to say and you look up as you organize your books. When you don't say anything he walks closer. "I just didn't work hard enough." He explains and you sit down. "Well, I guess I'm just here to make sure you work for it this time." You tilt your head and watch him almost drool.
"Sit." Mattheo nods and complies. Nothing left of this bad boy. He reaches for his books. "You should start with summarizing chapters 3 to 6." Mattheo huffs. "I never make summaries, I'll just read it over." You lean a little closer and rest a hand on his thigh, making him almost gulp at you touch. "Matty, be a good boy and summarize chapter 3 to 6 for me." Your lips near his ear have his dick twitch in his pants and if your hand would move even an inch you would feel it. Mattheo can't remember the last time he's blushed, but right now his face is reddening as he stares at his book. Slowly he moves his eyes, first to your half opened blouse and then to your perfect lips. "Yes, ma'am." Is all the notorious Mattheo Riddle can say before he opens his books and starts doing the work.
Theodore
He was late and hearing from the laughter in the hallway, he wasn't in a hurry. "That Gryffindor goat just failed me bc she hates Slytherins." You roll your eyes at Theodore's arrogant voice echoing through the hallway, approaching the classroom you were supposed to meet at half an hour ago. "Can't believe you're stuck with a tutor, mate." Mattheo chuckled and you focus on Theodore's test in your hands. "I know, I probably can teach them more than they can teach me." Theo laughs as he opens the door and you tilt your head with a cheeky smile on your lips. "I doubt that." Is all you say and Theodore stares up and down your figure as you sat so elegantly and perfectly. Mattheo stands behind his friend mouth hanging.
"I might need some tutoring as well." Mattheo says his voice squeaky, making him look down in embarrassment. "No doubt, but this session is reserved for Theodore. I can call you Theodore, right?" There's a teasing tone to your voice but both boys are too enchanted by you to notice. "Anything." Theodore breathes as he takes a few steps towards the table you were sitting at. "Mattheo." You say looking past Theo. "You can close the door." Mattheo smiles bright as you say his name and does as you say, only once outside he realizes how foolish he must've looked.
Theodore was now alone left at your mercy. "Are you just gonna stand there?" Theo shakes his head and smiles like a love struck puppy. You were the hottest and most unreachable girl at Hogwarts and now he got to sit next to you, smell your perfume and take in your perfect features from up close. "I don't actually need tutoring." Theo said with a half smirk on his lips, faking confidence. "Your latest test says otherwise." You move the piece of parchment over the table towards the Slytherin, who's immediately flustered. He really doesn't need his dream girl thinking he's stupid. "I say we start by correcting the mistakes you made and filling in the blanks you left." Theodore chuckles, he really didn't want you of all people to tutor him like he was a little boy. He needed to you see him as a man for far from innocent reasons. "I don't think that's necessary." Theodore protests.
You scoot a little closer to him and lay your hand on his thigh, gently moving between his legs. An unsteady breath leaves his parted lips. You owned him and you both knew it. "Don't be like that Theo, just do the work... for me." Another breath leaves his lips and he reaches for his quill, like a good boy. Cute and whipped, exactly how I like them.
Enzo
It wasn't even his fault. Mattheo and Theodore had gotten him high and he had written the word 'soup' as an answer to every question. Now he had to skip quidditch training to go hang with this tutor. With his hands in his pockets he entered the library, scanning the room for his appointed tutor. That's when he saw you. Gods, you were a view. He smiled, immediately getting flustered, you were out of his league and he knew it, but damn you were fine to look at.
"Lorenzo, right?" She's talking to me. Oh by Salazar, it's happening! Say something! "Lorenzo?" You snap your fingers in front him and his smile turns goofy. "Sorry. I was fantasizing- I mean dreaming- thinking." You press your lips into a line you were used to guys getting a little nervous around you, but this guy couldn't even hide it and that just made him adorable af. "I'm your tutor." You don't bother introducing yourself, since you had caught him staring at you enough times for him to know your name and sizes. "Tutor?" The Slytherin seemed to panic at the idea, but you chose to ignore it leaving him with some of his dignity.
"Come on. I was just planning on getting your books." Enzo nods and watches you walk, making you turn after a few seconds and raising your eyebrows. "Come on, Enzo." He sighs at the way you say his name, like you did it better than any other girl. He hurries and follows your every step carrying every book that you summon. Suddenly you turn on your heels and Enzo almost bumps into you, smiling at you as his eyes rest to your soft lips. Probably fantasizing. "Let's start studying, shall well." You announce and despite the discouraging pile of books Enzo quickly nods. "Yes, ma'am." You chuckle. Whipped. With him still trailing behind you a dirty thought sets root, maybe a younger and utterly whipped guy like Lorenzo Berkshire might make a good sugar baby.
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Vanilla Chai | S.R.
Summary: in which reader has the flu and insists that they’re fine. spencer x reader. Warnings: sickness, vomiting, morgue/dead body on a case Word Count: 1.5k
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The sunrise of the early Friday morning shone through your blinds and cast its rays upon your face. You stirred, slowly opening your eyes, then closing them almost as quickly due to the pounding in your head.
You groaned, squinting to check the time. Fuuuck, you thought. It was well past the time you needed to get up. You would have plenty of time to get ready, but the thought of having to leave your warm, cozy bed was pure torture.
You reluctantly tore yourself from your bed, shivering when your skin hit the cool air that was once shielded by your tan colored comforter. You made your way to your closet and began the agonizing torture that was preparing for the day.
No matter what, though, you would be going to work. You weren't sick -- you didn't have time to be sick.
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You walked into the building with one hand securing your satchel and the other pressing against your temple lightly, attempting to ease the pain radiating through your skull. Tylenol had been fruitless in your attempt to ease the splitting headache plaguing you.
Upon entering the bullpen, you made your way over to your desk, squinting from the bright, harsh LED lights. You plopped down in your desk chair, draping your bag atop the back of it. Before you could even gather your surroundings, a cup from the local coffee shop was placed in front of you.
"Dirty chai," a voice spoke. "With two pumps of vanilla."
Spencer Reid, your boyfriend, your partner in crime - literally. A godsend. If anything could cure you, it was a chai latte.
You looked up at him through heavy eyelids. "You're truly amazing. Thank you."
"My pleasure," he cooed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and kissing the top of your head as a greeting. Almost as quickly as he touched you, he pulled away.
"You're warm," He stated, matter-of-factly, before returning his hand to your forehead. His brows furrowed in a swirling concoction of confusion and worry.
You waved him off nonchalantly. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. Probably just dehydrated or something." You sipped at your latte, humming contentedly at the sweet, milky liquid.
The young genius was unconvinced and peered at you skeptically through black rimmed glasses. Your favorite. You recalled a moment before you started dating in which you sheepishly admitted how much you liked when he wore them. Spencer had blushed so deeply his face was the shade of a tomato. He had timidly thanked you for the compliment and you had noticed that he wore the glasses much more often after the exchange.
"Have you taken any fever reducer?" Spencer mused, and you hummed again in response, signaling you had, and took another sip of your tea. His brows furrowed again.
"I promise I'm fine, Spence. Now if you don't mind, I've got a lot of paperwork to complete." You smiled softly at the tall man beside you, and he seemed to relax slightly.
"Just," he started. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay? I could pick up some extra strength acetaminophen if you want me to."
"I will let you know. Promise," you smirked at your partner's concern. It was charming, really, but you were fine. Whenever you had been sick in the past, if anything it was merely a nuisance. All it had been was a hinderance preventing you from getting your work done.
Your thought was cut short by another voice speaking. "We've got a case. Conference room in 5." Hotch spoke, his voice embodying its usual firm timbre.
"Duty calls," you joked to Spencer, standing up to begin the trek to the conference room. As you stood, the hammering in your head began again, stronger this time. One hand flew to your temple, rubbing in hopes to soothe it, and the other gripped the edge of your desk.
"Whoa," Spencer reached for you, a hand resting on your waist, squeezing firmly yet also gently. “Do you need to sit?"
You waited a moment, allowing the black veil of dizziness to fade away. "No," you spoke softly. "No, I'm okay. Must've gotten up too fast." You gave him a smile.
Spencer was skeptical, you could read it across his features, of which were twisted up in apprehension. You knew he wasn’t going to let this go.
“C’mon, worry wart.” You both traveled up the stairs to the conference room. Spencer walked behind you, picking up on the fact that you were walking slower than usual. Your steps seemed calculated, ensuring that your feet would land firmly on each step.
You sat down at the round table, Spencer selecting the seat right next to yours. A sigh expelled from your mouth and your eyes closed, attempting to fend off the dizzying feeling that continued to consume you.
Spencer reached you under the table, rubbing his thumb against the lower part of your thigh. Oh how you wanted to curl up with him on the couch, his arms holding you tightly against him… No. You were fine! You needed to concentrate on work. You could rest with Spencer later.
Hotch and the rest of the team entered the room and took their seats. You listened to the case being explained, but your mind continued to drift towards nothingness. You just could not, for the life of you, get yourself to focus.
“Agent Y/L/N?” Hotchner’s voice seemed to be ten times as harsh as usual. God, did he have to talk so loud? Or was it purely the constant amplification of sound that swirled in your head?
“Yes, sorry?” You spoke, but your vision blurred and you started to see two of everything. You closed your eyes tightly, willing the double vision to dissipate. You could feel Spencer's gaze burn into you from your peripheral vision.
“You, Reid, and Prentiss will go to the medical examiner.”
“Yes, sir.”
You were thankful that no further questions were asked about your lack of active listening. You gathered your satchel and additional items in preparation to head out with the rest of the team. Before you could began your descent back down the stairs, a gentle touch laid on your arm.
"Are you sure you're alright? You can go home if you aren't feeling well. Hotch will understand," Spencer's voice soothed you, and pulled you in as if it were suctioning you to him. His fingers rubbed the back of your arm delicately.
Boy, did you want to just go home and cuddle under a blanket and watch your favorite show... No, you could do this. You wanted to be here for this case. Besides, it was Friday. You just needed to get through today and you could enjoy some much needed time off over the weekend.
"Yes, I'll be okay," you assured, leaning yourself into his side slightly. You could smell the scent of chai and cinnamon on him and it was the most comforting scent you could imagine in that moment. Spencer seemed to smell different each day, today it was chai and cinnamon, yesterday it was lavender and chamomile. You looked forward to what tomorrow's fragrance would be.
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The drive to the medical examiner's office was largely uneventful. Spencer drove, with you in the passenger's seat, and Emily in the back. The local radio station played softly through the speakers of the van, and Spencer snuck looks at you that you pretended not to notice.
You all made your way inside the building, its walls white and sterile like a hospital. The smell of bleach and cleaning chemicals wafted into your nostrils, and you found yourself craving the aroma of lavender and chamomile.
Prentiss suggested that the two of you go with the medical examiner to gather information about the body. That would leave Spencer to go through the files and reports related to the case. It made sense; Spencer could read through the handful of files in mere minutes. However, he was reluctant. His hazel eyes peered at you, questioning. You just smiled in response, communicating that you would be fine.
The morgue smelled even stronger of bleach and chemicals, and you felt your stomach do flips. The examiner displayed the body for you and Emily to look at. As always, it was a gruesome sight, but you were unfortunately used to it. But, why were you feeling entirely sick to your stomach all of a sudden?
You could feel something in your throat, and you knew you needed to get outside or to a trash can, whichever came first. You dashed towards the back exit so quickly, that you didn't even notice Spencer's worried stare.
Upon seeing your fleeing form, Spencer lightly tossed the files he was skimming onto the mahogany table and quickly bounded toward you. He arrived just in time to hold the heavy door with one hand and gather your hair on your neck with the other.
You heaved, tears burning your eyes. Spencer switched to use his hip to hold open the door and utilized his now free hand to rub circles on your back.
"Let it out," he cooed, continuing the soft, repetitive motion on your back.
"Spencer," you gasped.
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm sick."
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Your blog is very safe, me thinks. Very comfort, if that makes sense lol. I have a request, feel free to ignore this but I can't help but to wonder what a few BSD men would be like with a very mature/maternal and responsible s/o who tends to put themsleves last and burn themselves out (preferably fem, as I am an older sister who has taken on the role of caregiver and project HEAVILY) I'd like to see Fyodor, Poe, Ranpo and Jouno. (You can throw in anyone else if you want)
BSD boys with a self-sacrificing girlfriend
♡ pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Edgar Allan Poe, Ranpo Edogawa, Saigiku Jouno x fem!Reader
♡ synopsis: How are they with a caring and self-sacrificing girlfriend?
♡ cw: Swearing, use of fem titles, she/her pronouns, mentions of stress and burnout.
note: Thank you for the sweet message anon <3 it's truly a shame that you and i are the exact same person who have experienced the exact same burden of raising children we didn't choose to have. but i've moved out now so i'm free!! come live with me queen tf we're besties now. apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x
Fyodor:
Fyodor is a trad man. I'm sure he has some weird beliefs about how women are supposed to have some normalised feminine traits, but this is too much even for him.
It really pains him to see you be so selfless, truly. Though he admires your kindness and patience, he just wants you to be content. He wants you to be comfortable.
Does he enjoy having what is basically a personal maid around? Yes, yes he does. Does he feel guilty for feeling that? No. But does he recognise that your current self-sacrificing routine is unhealthy? YES HE DOES.
So...he simply does not make you do anything at all. If you want to do something for him that's on you.
If you want to do something for someone *else*, he probably won't really let you. Unless it's like family or something, then he understands, but no, you're not helping that random child get their kite unstuck from that tree no matter how much you want to, myshka.
Fyodor absolutely doesn't involve you in his work. He knows that'll only stress you out more, and that's the last thing you need. As such he keeps you away from his coworkers (especially Mykola. Sorry Mykola lovers)
He comes to value his time spent relaxing with you, because he also acknowledges that he could use a break every now and then as well. There's nothing quite as comforting to him as lounging around alongside you- you don't have to be talking or even doing the same thing, as long as you're there together.
Listen, Fyodor does care about you, and he values your health and wants you to be relaxed and uncaring as much as is possible. But if you, his sweet woman, wants to make him a cup of tea, who is he to turn you down?
Poe:
I don't know exactly how to explain Poe here. Just hear me out
He is genuinely so like stressed and anguished about your lack of self-preservation in favour of caring about others. He constantly thinks about it and writes tragic poems about it and shit
Like he's like 'my love......she does not see herself as i do, as a beautiful star....with every act of kindness her light dims ever so slightly...until she's reduced to nothing.........the irony of the good deeds of man..............;-;'
HE'S SO SAD OKAY HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WANTS TO SEE YOU RELAX FOR ONCE
He will go all out in his attempts to make you feel calm and comfortable and happy. Oh he will buy you SO many presents it's disgusting. He will rent out whole restaurants and like even theme parks and shit if that's your thing. He'll stop at no lengths to give you some respite, and it's honestly quite sweet
All that being said, he does love that you're so attentive and caring about Karl. He's definitely watched you play with him and then started blushing super hard because the word 'parents' suddenly crossed his mind and now he's thinking about children and aaaaaa
ABSOLUTELY writes a scenario in which you can relax. Whatever you want- an empty beach, a forest, a liminal space, he'll write it all for you, and gift you the book so you can go there whenever you want :>
He's basically a sugar daddy, except you're in an actual relationship and it's not all about the money. Your boyfriend just happens to be loaded as fuck
At the end of the day, Poe is such a hypocrite because he himself is such a workaholic that he practically lets it consume him, too!
You're both absolute messes. Drink some water and sleep for god's sake. And for the love of all things good take care of each other.
Ranpo:
Bro knows exactly what's up. Sorry, he's got you all figured out fr
That doesn't mean he won't let you baby him though. At first. He'll just let you, along with everyone else, clean up after him and buy him shit
BUT soon, soon he realises that this behaviour is rather detrimental to your health. He sees the circles under your eyes, he notices these things. And he's like '...oh shit'
Ranpo doesn't have any shame or reservations. He straight up confronts you about it. 'Why don't you ever take care of yourself?' And he's not playing around this time
And no matter what your excuse is, he's like 'not good enough. We're going to get ice cream RIGHT NOW and you're going to talk to me about this. Now lead me to the ice cream parlour immediately'
(I may or may not be paraphrasing this particular quote)
The point is that he presents you an avenue to open up about your struggles, stress and psyche. And he really does want to help- the fact that he gets ice cream out of this is just a bonus
From here on out he'll keep an eye out for you. Every time you find yourself getting overworked or burning out he'll make you take a break. This could be a nap or sending you home or a surprise outing- anything to get your mind off work and people.
Ranpo is a stickler for the rules, sure, but he's also lazy as shit. Any time he doesn't feel like working, you're now not allowed to work either. You have to hang out with him or else (he'll be a little sad)
He doesn't necessarily introduce any...permanent solutions to your predicament, but he does have you looking forward to your couples-down time each day, and that's something!
Over time, you do learn to balance yourself and external responsibilities. And he will absolutely be taking credit for it lmao
Jouno:
Jouno is very...self-important, we'll say. Not like, completely selfish or anything, but very much tends to prioritise his own opinions and time and such.
You make him do a complete reassessment and breakdown of all of his thoughts and beliefs he's built up over the course of his lifetime
/j but really, you're unbelievably different from him. You're both willing to put yourself in danger or wear yourselves down, but *you* don't have anatomical medical adjustments that practically make you invincible.
Jouno wants to protect you- and he's not willing to negotiate. He's not letting anyone hurt you, even if on accident. He's especially not willing to let anybody take advantage of your generous nature, which is probably more likely anyway.
He's such a scary dog actually (lol get it?? get it cause he's one of the Hunting Dogs? DO YOU GET IT-) he'll accompany you anywhere if you ask him to.
When he wants to do something for you, he will do it. You're not lifting a finger miss girl
Like he really will take care of you! When he's off work, of course. His job is kind of important, but you best believe you're getting pampered when Jouno is off the clock.
My mans is romantic as FUCK: cooking you nice dinners, reading to you before bed, massages, cuddles- as well as engaging in your interests alongside you of course
He just thinks it's so cute to see you engrossed in something that YOU enjoy, and will encourage your down time
Jouno is gonna make sure that you take care of yourself too, because when he's not around, who better to look after anybody than you? That's the most important thing to him.
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language barriers | barou
incl. a very confused barou shouei ᡣ𐭩
warnings. fem reader, fluff, suggestive dialogue, established relationship, ooc
an's. bold letter is your native language & japaneese
10:32 AM
"shouei" you called. your boyfriend came almost immediately, although he wasn't far.
"we should try this" you handed him your phone, letting the video of a couple speaking in their native languages as a challenge play.
he raised an eyebrow and gave you back your phone.
"why would we wanna do that, i don't speak (native language) and you don't speak japaneese"
"uhh, tuh-eyeah—that's the point silly, come on we should do it, it'll only be for today and tomorrow!"
barou thought too himself for a moment,
"and we can see who can go the longest without cracking, i call dibs on going first!"
and then eventually.
"sure why not"
"yes!"
11:36 AM
"shouei, give me the remote", you asked politely, motioning for him to give you the object.
your boyfriend stared curiously at you for a moment before you asked again, only this time in a more demanding tone.
"the remote shouei, right next to you" you started pointing at the black box, smiling because of how innocent he looked at the moment.
a look of revelation crossed his face before finally, "this?" he asked unsure of himself, but he was picking up the right thing.
"yes," you nodded your head, "bring it here please", you held your hand out and waited for barou to cross the room.
"sit down" you said, patting the open space next to you and he did so immediately, staring directly into your eyes as a way to show he understood you.
aw, he's so cute like this...maybe ill tease him a bit
"good boy" you purred, linking arms with him on the couch, occasionally glancing over at him and commenting on the movie playing. he nodded his head like he understood you but you were sure he didn't.
"shouei" he turned his head, he understood that.
" am i saying right now?" he began to nod his head again but quickly stopped as the grin on your face grew.
he bit his lip instead , his eyebrows knitting together to form a concentrated look on his face. "uhm...i don't...i"
you giggled at his reluctantly to say the word. "what you don't know? come on tell me love, what aren't you getting hm?"
barou blushed at your words, he didn't know much of ( native language ) but he did know one thing : pet names, and this one was the easiest to remember.
love? he thought. is she saying she loves me?
wow, this was more frustrating that he thought, he regrets not putting any of his own conditions on the game beforehand.
well its no use now might as well give it a go...
"i love you too, yn...?" you burst out laughing and his face began to turn red. you began speaking again but it was reduced to gibberish and nonsense because of how little ( native language ) he knew.
gosh, i really gotta learn some ( native language ) one day...this is killing me
"shouei you're so sweet you know that? the best boyfriend in the world in my opinion"
the confused look on barou's face persisted and he couldn't even read your body language properly because of one: how much you were giggling and two: you were staring directly into his eyes, not to mention a third thing, three : ( although he doesn't like admitting it ) you made him quite nervous sometimes. right now was definitely one of those times.
his heart picked up speed.
"fuck, i can't, i give up, talk to me baby whatter you saying?"
he broke, holding your hands in his, lookimg just as deeply into your eyes as you were his. you touched foreheads.
"oh i don't know, what am i saying shou? something good i hope" you grinned cheeckily.
his face was troubled, but only for a moment. he had an idea.
"fine, you're being that way?" and before you could say any more you were suddenly seeing the couch cushions with your hands held securely behind your back.
"guess im gonna have to force it out of you", barou began lifting your shirt, twirling his fingers featherlight on your skin.
fuck, you didn't know any japanese, what was be saying. "wait wait wait, okay im sorry you win"
"nahh...i dont think so...what goes around comes back around sweetheart, sorry"
fuck, you really didn't know japanese !
an's. this isnt sexual btw, yn got tickled to death.
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Power & Control
A JFK x Petite!Reader Fanfiction- 18+
Further Info: Smut, period-accurate views on virginity I guess, uh... rough sex
Word Count: 1.6k+
A/N: This is my first time writing smut in like, forever! I’d like to thank the ever-iconic @lancerlovesick for inspiring me to write again, I hope you all enjoy it! (Please be kind, I'm kinda rusty lmao)
All alone, you wrung your hands restlessly. You had received a call from one of the President's men instructing you to wait in the west sitting hall, part of the White House's residential area, for a face-to-face meeting with the President himself. Why on earth would the President want to see you alone? How bad of a job could you be doing as a lowly secretary where you required the attention of the country’s most powerful man? Puzzled, your eyes darted around the room.
The west sitting hall was both palatial and comfortable-- an austere half-moon-shaped window provided an elegant backdrop to the green and white floral couch and matching chairs, one of which you were anxiously curled up in.
Your train of thought was quickly derailed by the authoritative sound of a man’s footsteps approaching the room. Abruptly, you stood up and straightened your dress. Your heart clanged in your chest so ferociously you could have sworn you were about to faint.
John F. Kennedy, the President of the United States, stood before you in his expensive, well-tailored navy blue suit. He towered over you, making you feel even weaker in his presence. Though you had interacted with the President briefly many times during your few weeks as a secretary, you had never been alone together like this. Rather than giving you the reprimanding look you expected, he gazed at you rather... ravenously.
You hated to admit it, but you loved the way he looked at you. Though Kennedy was a married man, not to mention the President of the United States, you couldn't help but relish in his lustful gaze. The way his stormy blue-green eyes wandered as he looked down at your minuscule, delicate frame like you were his most prized possession sent you into a frenzy. Though you understood you were no more than one of John F. Kennedy's many sexual conquests, being in his presence like this made you feel like you were the only two people left on Earth. And then, oh God, he smirked and shot you a wink.
"You're a pretty little thing, you know that?" The President quipped in his charming Boston accent. "Now I've got you right where I want you."
"Oh! Uh, Mr. President, I... Mmh..."
Instinctively, a soft moan escaped your lips. You couldn't believe yourself, reduced to a giddy schoolgirl by such a powerful man. Your cheeks flushed. How embarrassing. Yet, the fluttering in your chest was undeniable-- you couldn't resist him. This must have been the famous "Kennedy charisma" you kept hearing about from the other secretaries. The President let out a low chuckle and swayed closer before placing a large, rough hand on your waist. The aroma of expensive cologne mixed with cigar smoke was intoxicating. God, you wanted him.
"Now how can I uh, get you out of that dress?"
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. The other women you worked with used their familiarity with the President as a kind of status symbol. You were lucky if he knew your name. To be lusted after by John F. Kennedy was unlike anything you'd imagined. Like a marionette controlled by an unseen force, you turned around, reached for your zipper, and slinked free from your cotton shirtdress. It was at this moment that you noticed how wet you were, your white undergarments marked with a visible damp spot where your thighs met.
"Not so innocent, are we now? Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with uh, being a little excited."
You guessed you weren't the only one who noticed. A bright red blush crept across your cheeks. As if in a trance, you stripped yourself of your matching set of undergarments and stood coyly before the country's most powerful man. What had come over you? You weren't normally that kind of girl, yet, in this moment, you found yourself uncharacteristically eager to please.
You could tell the President was enjoying himself. You heard gossip around the office that Kennedy got a thrill out of using his power to get those close to him to do his bidding. Whether he was challenging diplomats to swimming contests or making a newly hired secretary drop to her knees, the President was well aware of his influence on others. You never imagined he would turn his attention to you, after all, the two of you really hadn't interacted outside of work. Perhaps he was attracted to your subservience— you were always quick to follow orders from higher-ups in a professional sense.
"God, you're perfect," Kennedy remarked as he ran his large, textured hands over your tiny naked body, pausing to play with your perky breasts. "Spin for me."
Slightly confused, you stepped back and gave the President a coquettish twirl.
"Atta girl," he smirked as he took your dainty, manicured hand and led you to the large, floral-patterned couch behind the coffee table. The President let out a pained groan as he sat, his lustful expression briefly changing to one of genuine discomfort before slowly settling into a seated position. You watched excitedly as Kennedy fiddled with his belt, exposing his large, erect member as his slacks and undergarments pooled at his ankles. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.
The President gave his cock a few slow, indulgent strokes before impatiently gesturing for you to join him. He was a busy man, after all. Knowing Kennedy, he likely had something important to attend to following your tryst. You couldn't help but feel special as you clumsily climbed into the man's lap, facing him. God, he was handsome. You had never been this close to the President before-- you could finally get a proper look at his chiseled, masculine features, made all the more apparent by his ever-present suntan. You understood why nearly every woman you worked with swooned over him. To be completely at Kennedy's mercy like this was sublime.
"Have you uh, done this before?" Kennedy's breath was warm on your neck.
"M-hm," you responded sheepishly. You knew it was unbecoming of an unmarried girl your age, but you knew better than to lie about the time you spent at the local drive-in with a handsy boy or two back in high school.
"You dirty girl." The President began to draw slow circles on your aching clit with his thumb. Immediately, you felt a hot, fluttering sensation in your chest. You tried to hide the immense pleasure you were receiving from such a light touch- you didn't want to come across as too needy. Though, based on how quick you were to disrobe, perhaps that ship had already sailed. Before you had time to gather your thoughts, Kennedy plunged his index finger into your wet little pussy. A sharp, panicked moan escaped your lips. "Hush, you don't want the whole White House to hear you now, do you," he quipped, only half-joking. Though the thought of getting caught was titillating, you decided it would be in your best interest to obey. You ran your hands through his thick, perfect-looking chestnut hair as he roughly thrust his finger deeper inside, desperately grabbing fistfuls to keep yourself from making the mistake of being too loud once more.
Wasting no time, the President slipped his index finger out of you and began stroking his larger-than-average shaft indulgently in preparation. Though you were not a virgin, you still wondered how you would manage to fit the whole thing inside yourself. You were quite petite, and it had been a while, after all. Nervously, you adjusted your position so the tip of Kennedy's throbbing, fully erect cock was resting at your entrance. You inhaled deeply, bracing yourself. You locked eyes as he gently placed his hands on your waist.
"Now, are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet for me?"
"Yes, Mr. President," you whispered coyly.
The President grabbed you by the hips as he nearly slammed himself inside you, setting a feverish pace. Instinctively, you buried your face in his neck and let out a muffled gasp. It hurt at first, but the initial pain gave way to immense pleasure as your muscles relaxed. You bucked your hips up and down, desperately trying to match his rhythm.
"God, you're so tight, just how I like my girls," Kennedy whispered between grunts and curses. All you could muster in response was a soft, tortured whimper as you held onto him for dear life. The throbbing between your legs was excruciating.
Kennedy lowered his lips to your ear. You could nearly feel his teeth against your skin. "I could just hide you away and have you all to myself whenever I want. How does that sound?" You could only moan against his neck-- though the prospect of being one of the President's favorite playthings only made the pleasant sensation in the pit of your stomach grow.
"Oh, Mr. President..." Your breathing hastened as you gave in to the all-consuming wave of pleasure that overtook you. You had never experienced a climax so intense-- it was as if an earthquake raged within you, you couldn't help yourself from trembling as Kennedy continued thrusting roughly. "Atta girl," he whispered. His grip tightened on your hips as his pace increased, his low moans sounding more frustrated by the second.
"Oh, fuck," the President gasped, his head rolling back as he violently came inside you. You could feel his cock furiously throbbing within your walls as you both paused to catch your breath. You sat up straight as you watched him wipe the sweat from his brow.
"Same time next week, doll?" Kennedy asked breathlessly.
You stumblingly dismounted, your knees wobbling like jelly. You wondered how on Earth you would make it home after such an experience.
"Of course, Mr. President."
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Hunter Hearst Helmsley Gender Headcanons
Hunter Hearst Helmsley Gender Headcanons
WORD COUNT: 985
DESC: Headcanons of Hunter and his gender identity/exploration
WARNINGS: Not Proof Read//Someone Who Knows Nothing About Makeup Writing About Makeup Hoping They Aren't Chatting Rubbish//Mentions Taking Hormones//Tiny Bit Sad At Times If You Squint//Implied Toxic Masculinity//Discusses Complex Gender Feelings//Implied Internalised Homophobia If You Squint//Mentions Of Drinking And Being Drunk
A/N >> Drop writing requests in my inbox and let me know if you'd like to be tagged or untagged in any future fics :)
TAGS: @incorrectwwfquotes @prettyboymichaels-ao3 [apologies you got this notification twice, I was trying to fix a spelling mistake and accidently deleted your @!]
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So I feel like Hunter first consciously began questioning his gender when he got close with Shawn; to me Shawn seems the type to call Hunter pretty as an absent minded compliment but to Hunter it was so much more, he couldn't stop Shawn's words rattling around his mind for weeks, being called pretty really started making him question things about himself.
However, although it took Shawn calling him pretty to make him start questioning things I feel like subconsciously he'd been questioning his gender ever since he debuted his wrestling persona of 'Hunter Hearst Helmsley.'
I feel like he took so easily to that persona is because, to him, being an upper-class gentleman was the only way he could be pretty while maintaining his masculinity as he could say anything effeminate about him was merely part of his character.
Wearing a bit of makeup? It's not because he likes it, it's because he's committed to appearing as elegant as he can to fit his character, he's wearing stereotypically more feminine clothes? It's only because it makes him appear elegant in his lace shirts and silk jackets.
He was secretly really upset once he put that character behind him and became 'Triple H' because not only does he have to play a much more stereotypically manly character but he has nothing to hide his less masculine traits behind.
He was probably jealous of Shawn for so long, he was able to be so flamboyant, so sexually ambiguous, he was able to be whatever he wanted and everybody still viewed him as a standard of masculinity; why couldn't Hunter be extended this privilege, why was he burdened with the curse of hegemonic masculinity? Once his jealously towards Shawn shifted to longing, longing to have the freedom he had, to not care what people think like he did I think he'd get really drunk with Shawn one night and accidently tell him everything, the way he feels, the way he perceives himself as a man and is happy with that but he wishes when people perceive him it would be as both a woman and a man.
Not to self insert but I feel like, like myself, he perfectly understands how he feels about his gender but he can't put words to it, he can't put a label on it, nothing feels right when he tries using a label, he uses a fluid label? He feels he's betraying the binary, set in stone aspects of his gender, he uses a binary label? He's reducing himself down to something that doesn't encompass him truly.
Shawn is indifferent to this information in the sense of 'I don't view you any differently, you were my best friend before you told me this and you'll stay my best friend after you've told me.'
Although Shawn is indifferent to the information he makes a conscious effort to try and help Hunter express himself at his own pace and the first way they did this was with makeup; Shawn owns a lot of subtle makeup, he loves to look his best and doesn't see why makeup should be just for women when it's such a life saver.
This is oddly specific but to build on this idea I feel like when Shawn did Hunter's makeup for the first time so he could see how it feels Hunter was absolutely mesmerised by the blush on his cheeks and would end up not going anywhere without having a bit of light pink blush dusted over his cheeks and nose.
I feel like he takes really good care of his lips, like always using vaseline to make sure they're never dry and always look healthy but give this man glittery lip gloss and he will fall in love and use it all the time, bonus points if the glitter is silver.
I do not think he would be completely against the idea of taking oestrogen, he's probably like to take low doses of it if he ever fully committed to HRT, however he is overall indifferent to it; if he never took hormones he wouldn't feel incomplete within his own gender, it could just be a nice little bonus to him if he ever felt he really wanted to.
I do however feel like although he is exploring his more feminine side he wouldn't wear dresses, he just doesn't feel they're his thing [although can I say if they were he would rock a red floor length dress that hugged his curves just right], but when he went to formal events he'd experiment wearing less typically male formal attire [like a ruffled red dress shirt instead of a white one, it's a subtle change but he feels great when he does it.]
Speaking of formal fashion I feel like another thing he'd experiment with is shoes, he feels like wedged shoes are a good middle ground between the black formal shoes men and heels.
Probably heals his past self by allowing himself to indulge in socially accepted feminine acts like for example I feel like he loves baking, he baked with his mum growing up but he was made fun of because it's 'a woman's thing.'
Pronouns wise he says he doesn't care if people use either he, she or they but sometimes when he hears people use she/her he's like a giddy little kid.
Just reiterating how much he loves to be called pretty.
I also feel like being secure in his gender helps him become secure within his sexuality [I personally see him as bisexual]; before he'd be so flustered and paranoid if he did anything that he thought felt gay in public, what if somebody saw?, But since feeling more comfortable with his gender he proudly kisses Shawn live on Raw without giving it so much as a second thought because it's just a show of affection between him and his friend.
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A/N >> I'm aware this turned into headcanons for Shawn too, I might do Shawn his own headcanon list if anyone is interested! There's a few wwf wrestlers I want to do these headcanons for
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Tickletober Day 1: Secret
Summary: After a ticklish encounter, Killua and Gon both discover the secrets they were keeping from each other.
Word Count: 2,012
I'm back! Sorry for disappearing, but going back to has been... an adjustment 😅. Anyways, I'm back for Tickletober, and I'll do my best to update. I hope you enjoy! 💙
The smile on his face was blinding. Golden streaks of sunlight shone through the shutters, streaming across his tawny skin; dazedly bright hair splaying across the cushions, enrooting itself into the depths of the couch; his head bent at an unnatural angle, body pinned in a mass of entangled limbs. Through the scuffle, Killua caught glimpses of him—his eyes squeezed shut, a flush blooming across his skin with the brightest smile Killua had ever seen illuminating his face.
"Leheheohoriohoho!" Gon cried, bursting with brilliant laughter, as he squirmed hopelessly in his grasp.
"I don't wanna hear anything from you but an apology, you little punk!" Leorio growled with mock anger, a satisfied smirk on his face. He almost looked happier than Gon.
"Wahaihit! Nohoho! Nohohohot thehehere!" He squealed, after Leorio seemingly moved to a worse spot. It was hard to tell with all the squirming.
"Come on, I want to hear it! 'I'm sorry, Mr. Leorio! I won't do it again!'"
"I'm sahahaharry!"
"And?" He asked teasingly, but gradually eased up on the tickling.
"Ahahahand I wohohon't ahahgahain!"
Killua didn't know what Gon even did. He only came rushing into the room after having heard Gon's screams, only to be greeted by… this. The two hadn't even seemed to notice him standing in the doorway.
Until Leorio finally eased up, releasing Gon and ruffling his head with a chuckle. "That'll teach you a lesson not to mess with me. Oh—hey, Killua! When did you get here?"
Gon peaked a glossy brown eye open, meeting Killua's, who immediately looked away, blushing after being caught.
"I heard the noise and came to check it out," he muttered, gaze firmly on the floor. "Then I found you two idiots."
"Hey, I'd be careful if I were you! Or else we might just get you next. Right, Gon?"
He laughed good-naturedly. Killua didn't know if it was because of what Leorio said or the fact that he hadn't stopped giggling since Leorio let him go.
"I'm not ticklish."
"Oh yeah?" Leorio challenged, a grin growing on his face.
"I'm not," he exclaimed bodly, raising his arms and crossing them behind his head with a smirk. "Go on. Try me."
Barking out a laugh, Leorio quickly strided across the room. "You're just asking for it now."
Despite his cool demeanor, Killua couldn't help the nerves spreading through him. He didn't think he was ticklish, but he actually wasn't sure.
He'd been isolated in his home his whole life, until he left for the exam. And his family certainly wasn't affectionate. He was more likely to get a punch than a hug growing up. The only exception was with Alluka, and while they had a few playful interactions over the years, Killua always started it, and Alluka wasn't one for revenge.
So, he had never actually been tickled before, despite his false bravado. But, at the very least, he hoped his training would come in handy now.
Leorio had now crossed the room and stood in front of him, wiggling his fingers in a teasing way that made Killua's heart beat faster. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he was ticklish.
"You sure you don't wanna beg for mercy? I might take it easy on you if you do."
Killua only laughed confidently, making Leorio tsk and shrug, digging his hands into Killua's armpits, saying, "It's your funeral."
Then, after a moment, "Huh?"
There was nothing. No reaction from Killua. Not the slightest twitch of his lips, and his arms didn't budge for a second.
"Well then… I guess I'll just have to try somewhere else!" Leorio exclaimed, still confident in his ability to reduce him to a laughing, begging mess.
Again, nothing. Not at his stomach or sides or ribs or anywhere else he tried.
Dumbfounded, Leorio shook his head, "Are you… really not ticklish?"
"I told you, idiot," Killua shrugged, brushing past him to turn back to his room. "This was a waste of time," was all he said before he disappeared, leaving behind a disappointed Leorio and Gon.
It was hours later before the subject came up again. After dinner, Gon and Killua had returned to their shared room to settle down for the night, when Gon suddenly blurted, "Are you really not ticklish?"
"What does it matter?" Killua asked, a faint blush heating his face. He faced the wall, hoping Gon wouldn't notice from the other side of the room.
"I'm just surprised. I didn't even know someone couldn't be ticklish—is it part of your assassin training?"
Killua hesitated. "It's… a secret."
"A secret?"
"Yeah."
It was stupid. It was Gon. There was no reason not to tell him the truth, but he didn't know why he'd lied to Leorio earlier either.
The idea had been exciting, and Killua was never one to turn away from a challenge, so he let Leorio tickle him. And it did tickle, or at least he thought it did. It had never happened before, but it sent a weird, warm, fuzzy feeling throughout his whole body. Instead of laughing, he ignored it and carefully controlled his reactions to appear unaffected.
"What if…" Gon started, drawing him from his thoughts, "I told you a secret, and then you told me yours?"
He paused, considering it. It wouldn't be that bad for Gon to find out, and he was curious; he didn't know Gon kept any secrets from him.
"Fine, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."
"Yeah!" Gon eagerly shot up from his bed, running over to sit next to Killua, who reluctantly turned to face him, hoping his face wasn't as hot as it felt.
Gon offered his pinky in a surprisingly familiar routine, and Killua locked it with his own. "Pinky promise and if I lie, stick a thousand daggers in my eye! And seal it with a kiss!"
It didn't sound exactly like how Killua remembered Gon doing it with his Aunt Mito, but he didn't say anything, simply smiling at the subtle change.
"Okay, you first," Killua ordered.
Gon didn't hesitate. "I like being tickled."
His brows furrowed, "Why's that a secret?"
"I don't know," Gon shrugged, flopping onto his back. "I just haven't told anyone before. It's a little embarrassing…"
Killua flopped down next to him. "Well I don't think Leorio or Kurapika would want to tickle you if you didn't like it."
"I guess. Anyway…" he looked at Killua expectantly, "what's your secret?"
His face heated, and he shifted to lay on his side, facing his back towards Gon to try and hide his embarrassment. "It's stupid."
"Mine was too."
He sighed, mumbling, "I think I am ticklish."
"Really?" Gon exclaimed, shooting up. "But you didn't react to Leorio at all!"
"Yeah, but it felt weird. Like… tingly," he shrugged, burying his face in his hands to avoid Gon's gaze. "I don't know. That was the first time anyone's tried to tickle me."
"Hmm…" he hummed in thought, considering. "What if I tickle you?"
"What?!" Killua exclaimed, dropping his hands from his face to prop himself up on his elbows.
"Then we can find out if you're ticklish. Want me to?"
He frowned, toying with the bedsheet between his fingers. "What if… I don't like it?"
"Then I'd stop," Gon answered simply. "Promise."
That, he supposed, made sense for Gon to say. Still, it was an odd sentiment.
Touches, throughout his life, had been designed to hurt, a painful lesson he'd have to learn if he was to continue his family's business. It never mattered if he wanted it; in fact, his family seemed to enjoy it more when he didn't.
There was no casual affection, no simple comforts, no consideration. Nothing like the simple ease Gon's, and his other friends, touches promised. There was instinctive unease, the desire to build up a facade and hide behind it, the lessons to never show weakness, but none of that mattered now.
Because Gon and Leorio and Kurapika, they wouldn't try to hurt him. He was safe with them.
"Okay, you can try," he finally answered, taking a deep breath.
There wasn't even a moment to compose himself before Gon pounced on him, wildly scribbling his fingers across Killua's stomach. He gasped, wriggling beneath him as the tingly, electric feeling spread back through him, shocking his limbs and making his heart stutter.
"Okay so far?" Gon asked, grinning in that beautifully bright way that made it hard to look at him, so Killua brought his arms back up to cover his face again and nodded.
"I-It's weheheird," he giggled, slightly muffled by his hands.
"Good weird or bad weird?" Gon asked, stilling his hands to let Killua gather his thoughts.
"...Dunno," he mumbled, blush darkening.
"At least now we know you're ticklish!" He said, then, after a few moments of silence, "Want me to keep going?"
It was another few moments before he slowly nodded, "Y-You can."
"Then…" Gon reached out, grabbing onto his wrists and pulling his hands away from Killua's face, his own hovering a few inches above it. There was a weird feeling in Killua's chest that he didn't have the time to dwell on. "I want to see your face."
Overwhelmed, Killua turned away, looking at the wall instead. "Whatever."
He could practically feel the brightness emanating from Gon's smile without even looking.
"Ready?" Gon asked, releasing his wrists. Through the corners of eyes, he swore he saw Gon curling his hands into claws.
"Three…" he drawled, giggling to himself as he counted down. "Two…"
Killua just wanted him to get it over with already, which definitely was because of how annoying Gon was being, not because of the building anticipation that made it feel like his stomach was doing flips.
"One!" he cried, digging his fingers into Killua's ribs, making him burst into loud, wild, boyish laughter.
His arms shot down, shoving at Gon's who managed to masterly avoid him.
"Should I stop?"
There wasn't time to think about how embarrassing it really was, only how much fun he was having with his best friend, and how he was safe and comfortable and receiving an almost foreign affection. "Nohohoho!"
"Good, cause this is really fun! Right? But tell me when you can't take it anymore, okay?"
"Ihihi cahan tahahake ahahanythihing!" he boldly exclaimed, then squealed and shot his arms down when Gon prodded at his pits.
"Are you sure?" Gon teased, "I just started, and you're already laughing a lot."
"Shuhut uhuhup! I cahahan—cahan tahahake mohohre thahan yohohou!"
"Reall—hehehey!" he burst into laughter when Killua suddenly shot forward and latched onto his side, squeezing rapidly.
"Whahat? Cahahan't tahake ihihit?"
"Ohof cohohuhurse I cahan!" Gon managed between laughter, wriggling into Killua's ribs as the boys wrestled on the bed, targeting the worst tickle spots they could find.
They both put up a valiant effort, but Gon knew he lost when Killua latched onto his hips, kneading them.
"Wahahait! Wahaihit!" he shrieked, releasing Killua's sides to grab at his arms, struggling to escape.
"Bad spot, huh?" Killua smirked, doubling his efforts. "Come on, I win, right? Say it!"
"Yohohou wihihihin!"
"Yes!" Killua cheered, letting go of Gon and pumping his fist in the air.
Gon collapsed against the bed; Killua falling next to him, as they both desperately panted for air, still laughing together.
Once he managed to regain himself, Killua turned to look at him, an exhausted smile tugging at his lips. "That was fun."
Gon's own smile grew. "I'm glad… yohou… had fun. Should do ihit again… sometime," he wheezed between breaths.
"Yeah," he smiled. That weird feeling in his chest was back. "But it's way too easy to beat you."
"I'll win… next time! 'Sides…" Gon paused, allowing himself to fully catch his breath before continuing. "Besides, there's no way you'll beat Leorio. He's too good."
"He didn't get me earlier."
"Yeah, but you were using your assassin skills! Just wait until he really tries. He's unstoppable, and Kurapika helps him most of the time," Gon shuddered, making Killua laugh.
"That sounds fun."
Gon beamed, "Yeah."
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– Love Rivalry: 46. stay gold
kaveh x reader
"So, that's the story."
Kaveh sits there in shock, eyes wide. Maybe you shouldn't have told him. Your past with Alhaitham is heavy; it is not something to take lightly. If one word could describe your past with the man, it would be regret. You regret looking for him; you regret hoping; you regret expecting.
Alhaitham was a cruel lesson to learn. It took you a long time to return to normal; however, you were far from "normal." Your wounded heart tried its best to bandage itself, but the wound inflicted on them was too much to bear. If it wasn't for your friends, you wouldn't have recovered.
"I'm sorry," you bitterly chuckle, avoiding his gaze. "It's quite heavy, right?"
Fear takes over your body. What if Kaveh leaves you because of your past? Would he leave you like how Alhaitham did that day?
"Why are you apologizing?" Kaveh says softly, the gentle tone of his voice stuns you slightly. "I should be thanking you for opening up to me."
You look at him; his gentle ruby eyes make your heart skip a beat, washing away all your worries. Kaveh, the man who entered your life out of nowhere. Meeting him wasn't part of your goals, but you're glad you did. Who knew you'd be this fond of the blonde man?
You giggle as Kaveh looks at you intimately, "You're right."
Suddenly, Kaveh places his hand on top of yours. You blush. "What are you doing?" You ask in a shakey voice, but there was no response. Kaveh clumsily fiddles his fingers with yours, his face flushed in a deep shade of red akin to his eyes. "My dad used to do this to make me feel better."
You listen intently, "My emotions usually get the best of me, making me immature at times. But every time my dad did this, I'd calm down." He says with a bittersweet smile as he recalls his childhood. You stare at Kaveh in worry. 'He must've had a rough childhood,' you think; However, you stay silent, not uttering a word.
"I've never done this to someone else, so please tell me when you're uncomfortable." Kaveh bashfully smiles. Butterflies flutter your stomach at the physical touch, almost like you're a teenager again. It's childish, feeling flustered over hand-holding. But, isn't it cute?
"It's fine," You whisper shyly, "I don't mind."
"You know," His grip on your hand lightly tightens, "I'm very emotional. Like, I cry a lot. Every time I get too mad, I cry; Every time I get too happy, I cry. I might become a burden to you."
He inhales deeply, preparing his words as you wait. "Despite that..." He continues, "I want to be by your side."
Your mouth is slightly agape, speechless by his words. "Am I allowed to?" Kaveh meekly asks; his face goes warm from embarrassment, shading itself in light pink.
Your face-- too-- flushes. Bystanders look at your table with pleased expressions as they repeatedly think of youthful love. However, you and Kaveh pay no mind as if you two are the only ones in the restaurant. Your heart beats quickly and loudly that you swear the waiter who just passed by most likely heard it.
Ah, since when was the last time someone other than your friends made you this happy?
"Of course," You agree. Kaveh's eyes sparkles like gold by your words.
Then, Kaveh smiles once again. But this time, it's different. His smile radiantly beams his surroundings, making the lights of the restaurant pale in contrast to his smile. His smile is sweet like candy, something you will never get tired of.
How pretty.
It's nearing 2 AM, and you and Kaveh are just returning home. It was fun, the date. At first, you thought it was just a whim, something small. You never expected your relationship with Kaveh to grow oh so quickly. Though your time spent with Kaveh is short, you treasure those moments with him.
From this day onward, you're determined to know more about Kaveh. Meeting him was like a siren bewitching you with its voice, making you want more. Or a succubus seducing you with its charisma, reducing you into their slave. Some wild metaphors, but you can't deny it.
Kaveh charmed you.
Sure, you're a bit scared, but Kaveh means no harm. You trust him, but your trust in him is still small; it has yet to reach unconditional trust. You can't help it. As much as your relationship with the man is fast-paced, you wish to take your time.
Finally, you arrive at his apartment complex. You shift to your side to see Kaveh sleeping. The dim light from outside lightly kisses his face, giving it a soft shine. You notice the eyebags under his blonde eyelashes-- most likely caused by his sleepless nights as an architecture student.'
A small smile finds itself on your face as you admire Kaveh. You can trust him. It would be different compared to him.
Because Kaveh is different.
You bring your hand on his arm, slowly shaking him to wake him up. Kaveh grunts, shaking his head. You chuckle, "Kaveh, we're here."
"Mhmm," He frowns, turning to look the other way. You remove your grip on his arm. "Are you okay?" You tenderly say.
Kaveh nods. Though, his eyes are still shut.
"Kaveh, open your eyes."
"Don't wanna," he murmurs.
You sigh, running your fingers through your hair as you think of a solution to wake this sleepy man. Then, a thought crossed your mind making you smirk mischievously. You carry your torso closer to the passenger seat. You smirk-- not like he can see it.
"What? Do you need a kiss to wake up?" You whisper gingerly.
Kaveh's body tenses. Blood rushes through his cheeks, making them shade a light pink. However, he refuses to open his eyes.
You grin, "How cute."
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SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?
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Papa Emeritus IV - Part 13
Writers Note :
Hey guys, with this chapter it starts to get a little bit spicier. and there will be smut in the next or the following chapters. so I hope you like it!
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Your heart was racing.
He knew you were as affected as he was, by the way you leaned into his touch, by the way your breath caught in your throat. He wanted to draw that out, to see how far he could push you before you gave in to the desires that burned between you.
You wanted him to kiss you and he could see the desire on your face, the need in your eyes for him. It took all his self-control not to give in and give you what you wanted. He ran his thumb gently over your lower lip, his eyes glowing with intensity.
"You want me to kiss you, don't you?" he purred, his voice a deep, seductive growl.
You feel your body give way to his touch. "Yes!" you whispered.
Copia couldn't resist any longer. The sound of your whispered plea, the way your body reacted to his touch... it was too much. At that moment, he forgot about his position, about the fact that he was supposed to be your Papa. All he could think about was how much he wanted you.
He leaned in, his lips just millimeters from yours.
Copia gazed into your eyes, captivated by the sparkle in your gaze. He could see the same desire and longing reflected back at him, and it only fueled his own need. He gently cupped your face in his hands, his fingers tracing your jawline.
"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now," he breathed, his voice only a whisper. "How much willpower it takes for me to hold back."
"Then don't hold back!"
Copia's resolve broke at your words. He couldn't resist anymore, not when you asked, no, begged him to kiss you.
He leaned in, his lips crashing against yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. A hand moved to the back of your head, holding you close,
as you returned the kiss.
Copia deepened the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips. He wanted to taste all of you, to explore every inch of your mouth. His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, closing the gap between your bodies.
You only felt his lips. It felt like a release.
Copia's world was reduced to the feel of your lips against his, the taste of your mouth, the way your body fit perfectly against his. He poured all his desire and longing into the kiss, his arms around you, holding you tight. He'd never felt so alive, so desperate for someone in his entire existence.
Gasping for air, you broke the kiss.
Copia pulled away just far enough for you to catch your breath, but he didn't let go of you. He ran his fingers through your hair, his eyes roaming over your face.
"That was... incredible," he breathed, his voice uneven and ragged. "I've dreamed of kissing you for so long, but the reality is even better than my imagination."
"Me too!" you admitted.
Copia smiled, his heart filled with a mixture of happiness and desire. Hearing you admit that you too had longed to kiss him was like balm to his soul.
"You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that," he said, his voice still a little shaky. "To know that you wanted me as much as I wanted you."
You smiled at him.
Copia couldn't help but smile back at you, his heart fluttering at the sight of your smile. He ran his thumb over your lips, gently tracing their shape.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. "Absolutely beautiful."
You couldn't help but blush.
Copia felt a rush of satisfaction run through him as he saw the flush of color on your cheeks. He loved seeing the effect he had on you, how easily he could make you flustered and blushing with just his words. He stroked your cheek gently, his touch tender and loving.
"I love making you blush like that," he murmured, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
You smiled at him and placed your hand on his chest.
When you placed your hand on his chest, Copia's heart skipped a beat. He could feel the steady thump beneath your fingertips, the steady rhythm of his heart beating just for you. He covered your hand with his own and held it to his chest.
"This is what you do to me," he breathed, his voice low and harsh. "You make my heart race and my mind spin. You drive me crazy."
You leaned in and kissed him again.
Copia groaned as you kissed him again, the heat and passion of your lips sending a wave of desire through him. He couldn't get enough of you, the taste of your mouth, the soft feel of your body against his.
The two of you were so caught up in your kiss that you didn't recognize Terzo when he came into the cafeteria. He was looking for a night snack.
Terzo paused as he entered the room, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. Copia and you were so lost in your kiss that you didn't even notice his presence. For a moment, he just stood there, silently watching the two of you, a mixture of surprise and amusement playing across his face.
After a moment, he cleared his throat and made his presence known. "Well, well, well," he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he walked into the canteen. "Looks like I'm interrupting something."
Copia jumped slightly, his head snapping up at the sound of Terzo's voice. He quickly pulled away from you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught in the act. "T-Terzo," he stammered, his heart still racing from your kiss. "I-I wasn't expecting you."
Terzo chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked between the two of you. "I didn't expect to walk in on a full-blown make-out session," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
You looked at Copia, clearly as shocked as he was.
Copia smiled sheepishly, his cheeks still slightly flushed. "It's not what it looks like," he said, even though he knew it was a lie.
Terzo raised an eyebrow, a smirk still playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh really? So you weren't just sucking each other's faces off?"
You frowned. What did Copia mean by it not looking like that? you thought to yourself.
Copia's mind raced, desperately trying to come up with an explanation that made sense. But he knew he was caught and there was no way out.
Terzo chuckled, enjoying the sight of Copia's discomfort. "Oh, come on, Copia. Don't try to deny it. It's pretty obvious what's going on."
Copia sighed, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. "All right, fine. You caught us," he admitted, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "We were... kissing."
Terzo arched an eyebrow, a mischievous smile crossing his face. "Oh, I'd say there was a lot more than kissing going on here," he teased, his eyes flicking between you and Copia.
You looked down at your hand, which was still on Copia's chest.
Copia looked down to where your hand was still resting. He could feel the warmth of your touch through his chasuble and it sent a shiver down his spine.
Terzo chuckled, noticing the interaction between the two of you. "You two are adorable, honestly," he said, his tone now taking on a more playful, teasing edge.
Copia glared at Terzo, not appreciating the teasing. "Shut up," he muttered, his cheeks still blushing.
Terzo just laughed, obviously enjoying the teasing of his fellow Papa. "Ah, don't be so grumpy, Copia. I'm just stating the obvious."
"I see it when I see two people in love!" smiled Terzo.
Terzo let out a loud bark of laughter, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on Copia. "Haha! Oh boy, the look on your face is priceless!"
Copia's eyes widened at Terzo's words, a mixture of shock and panic crossing his face. He could feel his heart rate rising, the thought of being labeled "in love" with you was both exciting and terrifying.
Copia tried to keep his composure, but it was a difficult task. He didn't know how to react, how to deny Terzo's words without making it obvious that he was lying.
Terzo giggled at Copia's struggle, enjoying every moment of it. "Come on, Copia, don't fight it. You can't hide the truth from me, I know what I see."
Copia and you looked at each other.
He did not know what to say or do. He could feel the weight of Terzo's words hanging over them, the truth of Terzo's statement both thrilling and terrifying to him.
He knew that denying it would only make the situation more awkward, but he was afraid of the possible consequences of admitting it. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating. It was now or never.
With all eyes on him, Copia took a deep breath and spoke. "All right," he began, his voice uneven. "You're right. I... I do care about her. "
You smiled. Happy that he did not deny it in front of Terzo.
At your smile, Copia felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over him.
Terzo chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, I'll be damned. It's about time you admitted it, Copia."
Copia blushed, still reeling from admitting his feelings in front of Terzo. "Shut up," he muttered, but there was no real heat behind his words. He knew it was useless to deny anything at this point.
Terzo's grin widened at Copia's reaction. "Oh, come on, don't get shy now. You know I'm just teasing you. And besides, it's pretty damn obvious how much you like her and she likes you, isn't it, Sorella?"
You just looked at Terzo.
Copia could feel his cheeks heating up as Terzo continued to tease him. He shot a glance in his direction, though it was half-hearted at best.
But he couldn't deny that Terzo's words rang true. He and you were undeniably attracted to each other, and there was no point in hiding it any longer.
"Yes, I think that's clear enough," Copia finally replied, his eyes flickering back to you.
Terzo chuckled, clearly enjoying every minute of it. "You two are adorable," he continued, his tone light but still dripping with his usual sarcasm. "You better treat her right, Copia, or I'll have to give you a serious talking-to. But would you mind continuing this elsewhere? I just came here for a midnight snack."
Copia rolled his eyes at Terzo's warning, knowing that it was mostly just a joke. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'll behave."
Terzo gave them a mock salute. "Good. Now get out of here, you lovebirds. I need my snack."
Terzo did not have to tell you twice and you got up, grabbing your laptop.
Copia watched you get up. He was a little reluctant to let go of the moment, the memory of your lips still fresh in his mind.
Terzo chuckled again, amused by the scene before him. "All right, all right, you two. Go on. I need my late-night snack, and I don't need you lovebirds distracting me."
Copia smiled apologetically at Terzo before looking back at you. "Come on," he said, holding out his hand to you. "Let's go before he starts making gagging noises."
You laughed and followed Copia out of the cafeteria.
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Kanata Shinkai x F!reader fanfiction
‼️Minors don't interact
Genre: smut
Tw: public intercourse
Tags: established relationship, switch!Kanata
Plot: While you are on a summer trip with Ryuseitai, your group settles in a sightseeing river for a swim. You and your boyfriend Kanata have another plan in mind.
Word count: 2,158
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Splash!
"As expected of Kanata!", Chiaki laughs, "already inside the water!".
"I wanted to puka puka in the river...☆~", Kanata replies while still wearing a shirt on top of his board shorts.
"Come on join me guys it's "fun"... You too, Y/N...~".
"Sure thing Shinkai-donno", Shinobu says while the rest of you quicky remove your outdoor clothes to reveal your respective swimwear.
You made sure to wear your favorite swimsuit. After all, you wanted your Kanata to look at you in a different light today.
"Okay now time to freshen up everyone!", Chiaki declares in his usual loud tone.
"Ossu!", Tetora replies while running toward the river.
"Can you guys get any louder already?... We're not the only ones here", Midori complains.
Following Chiaki and Tetora, you hesitantly get your feet in the river.
"It's cold..!", you let out.
After a long stare, Kanata swims closer toward you.
"I can 'help' you get used to the water, Y/N...", he tells you.
"Yes please, but how?", you ask.
Kanata extends his hand for you to hold it.
You take his hand.
But, he suddenly pulls you towards himself, making your chest and stomach get in contact with the fresh water.
"Aah! This is cold!!", you shout, surprised to say the least, while the rest of Ryuseitai giggles.
"I bet you didn't 'expect' that from me~", he laughs.
"Yeah... But it is really cold, even after getting my full body immersed in the water thanks to a certain somebody," you reply.
"Oh really..?~ Then I can help you get warmer with my 'body temperature'~," he says as he embraces you halfway underwater.
You rest your arms on his shoulders while he holds you close to him by holding your waist.
True lovebirds.
"Ugh why did I agree to come along, the water is freezing, this is so depressing", Midori sighs.
"I read somewhere that taking cold baths reduces anxiety", Shinobu replies to Midori.
"Exactly!", Chiaki agrees. "Now, I hope you guys are warm enough because it's time for a fun challenge! Do you see this big tree over there? The last one who gets there first gets free ice cream".
Shinobu and Tetora accept his challenge.
"I'll pass", Midori says unenthusiastically.
"Come on Midori-kun it will be fun", Tetora tells him. "Please!☆"
He reluctantly agrees.
"What about you Shinkai-senpai, Y/N?", Midori asks.
"No thanks", you reply.
"I'll 'pass' too, I'll stay here to keep my Y/N warm~", your boyfriend says while still hugging you.
"We'll be watching over you guys! There are lifeguards around if needed. Have fun!", you tell the boys as they are about to race.
Meanwhile, Kanata doesn't let go of his embrace.
You feel something poking at your bare skin though.
As you look down through the clear water, you realize that Kanata has a boner.
You exchange intense eye contact with him while your two wet bodies are still pressing against each other.
"You look so 'beautiful' with this outfit Y/N, I can't help but 'want' you...~," he blushes. "Can we ... do it?"
"You mean right now? But we're in public and there are other people around us... Plus who knows when Chiaki and the others are coming back", you reply flustered.
"Then let's do a 'challenge' on our side too, the one who brings the attention towards us 'loses' ".
He's subtly telling you that the one who moans the loudest loses.
As his girlfriend, you are the only one who knows that beneath his angelic face actually, Kanata is a very horny man.
"Oh you want to play this game? I'm in!", you reply as you take a deep breath before getting on your knees underwater.
"Mh?", Kanata seems confused.
While in the water, you lower Kanata's swimsuit, allowing you to see his erect cock.
Without a second to waste since you are holding your breath, you kiss the tip of his cock before taking half of his length inside of your mouth.
"Aah~", he softly moans.
You lick his dick and slowly twist your tongue around it. Your saliva, his fluids, and the river's water are mixing inside of your mouth.
"This is 'nice'," your boyfriend moans while you are giving him head.
Despite the sounds of the other visitors and the sound of the water flow, you and Kanata can very much hear all the wet noises coming out of you both.
To his dismay, you stop sucking on his dick to get some oxygen.
"Can you go faster please...?~", he asks all embarrassed while blushing.
"I'll try~", you reply in-between your breath.
You get back in the water, set his cock back in your mouth, and continue sucking on his length.
You try to be a bit rougher than earlier like he asked but, it seems like it isn't enough for Kanata.
He grabs the back of your head with his hands and pushes his dick even further inside.
You're deepthroating him at this point.
Even though he let you be in the lead at first, he's now started moving his hips to thrust your mouth even deeper.
Knowing you don't have much air left, your man starts pounding your mouth like crazy while still griping onto your hair.
"Aah~ More~...", he moans, reaching his climax.
He finally gives in one last thrust and cums inside your mouth while releasing on his grip.
"AaaAh Y/N...~", your lover softly lets out, while still trying to keep his volume down since you two are in public.
As you resurface out of the water once again, you catch a glimpse of the rest of Ryuseitai swimming back in the distance.
"Ah. Looks like we'll have have to stop here for today", you tell Kanata.
He suddenly lifts you by the thighs and wraps your legs around his waist.
You rest your arms on his shoulders for support.
Kanata places his tip at your entrance.
"Are you 'ready'?", he asks you.
"Yes, but they're coming ba-"
Your boyfriend slides his length inside of you without letting you finish your sentence.
The bottom of your swimsuit wasn't even an issue for him, he just moved it a bit to the side.
"Ah Kanata!", you let out.
"Y/N...~
Looks like he couldn't wait any longer.
The rest of Ryuseitai catches up to you two.
"Oi Kanata, Y/N, guess who won?!", Chiaki says while getting closer to you.
"Mmh... I'd say Tetora~?", Kanata replies while his dick is penetrating you.
"Yup, I got to beat Taichō, though it was a close tie."
"You've become stronger Tetora, as expected from Ryusei Black!"
Kanata starts to slowly thrust your walls, in the middle of the conversation.
"ah- Are you serious?", you whisper to him, all red.
"You guys are still hugging...?", Midori sighs.
"I was wondering," Shinobu asks, "Y/N-dono, have you ever watched tokusatsu shows?"
Kanata thrusts harder while looking at you with a mischievous look.
"Ah uh, just a bit during my-"
He hits a nice spot.
"mh... c-childhood", you reply while trying not to moan.
Your partner looks proud of his job.
"Don't forget, the one who brings attention 'loses' ", he whispers jokingly in your ear while pounding your cunt.
"Really?!", Chiaki exclamates.
"Y-yea, back then, one season was airing on TV or... so," you reply while trying to maintain a stable tone.
Your man thrusts deeper.
"Which color was your favorite?", Tetora asks, curious.
"Hmm... I-I'd say Blue?-", you answer as you have your own Blue fucking you perfectly at this very moment.
Kanata squishes your ass cheeks harder, while finally fitting his entire cock inside of you.
He hits your cervix.
"Ahh...~", you accidentally let out.
"Didn't Tetora win 'ice cream'? Are you gonna buy it soon ?", Kanata says, trying to cover your moaning.
"Ah true, I didn't realize I changed the subject for a second," Shinobu replies.
"Okay let's go buy some guys", Chiaki says while heading out of the river. "Are you two coming as well?"
"N-no thank you I'm good", you reply shakily while your boyfriend keeps moving his hips.
"Me too~ 🎵", Kanata replies happily.
"See you guys later", the boys tell you while following Chiaki.
As they are leaving, you set back your gaze on Kanata's green eyes.
"Say... Why did you cover for me?", you ask him.
He slows down his pace.
"That's because...," Kanata stops himself while looking at you with a lustful expression.
"Because now I'm sure that I'll make you 'lose' and you won't have to make a 'fool' of yourself in front of them~"
"?", you look at him, confused.
Your lover suddenly holds you closer to him, rests his chin on your shoulder, and starts thrusting way faster than before.
"Now try not to 'lose', Y/N~", he says while pounding your cunt at an impressive speed.
"AaAh Kanata", you moan outloud.
The people around you look at you two, trying to understand why you let out a scream.
Little do they know, your boyfriend is currently fucking you at the best angle.
Him holding you close to him, and you with no choice but to rest your arms on his shoulders for support, Kanata definitely knows what he's doing.
"Aaa Kanata... I-It's not fair," you whine.
He continues to thrust your pussy in the river.
Your man begins kissing your neck.
You can feel his dick getting even hotter than before.
He's not the only one getting hotter, you can tell your climax is approaching as well.
"Aa Kanata...~"
"Y/N...~
"Can we... k-kiss?~," you ask your lover.
"Wouldn't that be 'cheating'?~, he teases you.
Desperate, you open your mouth and raise your chin.
Kanata pulls you in for a kiss while still moving his dick inside of you.
As you are close, you start twisting your tongue around his, in an effort to gain a bit of control.
Kanata notices, and he lets you make out with him as if you were in heat. After all, he's still the one in the lead, thrusting your insides.
"I'm... 'close', Y/N...~," your man moans in the middle of two breaths as you are kissing.
"Me... too," you reply while getting some air.
"Can I 'finish' inside..?~"
"Y-yea~"
After your reply, Kanata goes harder, his dick pressing against your cervix once again.
"AaAh!~, you let out.
Thankfully, the family that were swimming around you two seemed to have gone away.
Now you don't have any obstacles restricting your moans.
"T-together!," you moan out loud to your lover.
" 'Together'~ "
He thrusts one last time and presses his cock as hard as possible against your walls.
"I'm cumming..!~", you say at the same time.
Kanata squishes your ass, locking your body close to him as he cums inside of you.
"Aah Y/N~ I love you~"
"Kanata~ I love you so much"
You feel his hot semen filling you up, warming up your entire body, in contrast to the cold water you're in.
Kanata doesn't let go of his firm grip.
He shoots more cum inside of your womb while blushing like crazy.
"Y/N~," he moans, still pushing against your walls.
You feel weak after this intense session, and fall into Kanata's embrace while he's still lifting you by the thighs.
You two stay in this intimate position for a while.
The flow of the river, your two wet bodies against one another, the fear of getting caught, it's all so atypical yet alluring.
"You were a 'good girl' ", he reassures you while patting your head.
You kiss him on the cheek.
"And you were amazing too, Kanata," you reply.
He finally pulls out and puts you down.
"Should we join the others then?," Kanata asks while holding out to you.
"I'm not gonna pull you in the water this time haha~," he adds.
You take his hand.
"Sure, let's join them," you answer.
The two of you begin walking out of the water, hand in hand.
After about 5 min, you get back to the rest of Ryuseitai.
"Hey guys~ You know, I won a 'challenge' against Y/N as well~," he says all proudly.
He smiles at you while slightly blushing.
You had forgotten about that silly bet for a while. Out of you two, you definitely made the most noises.
"Oh really?", Tetora asks with his ice cream in his hands. "What was it about?"
"Um. Nothing really," you reply without being able to look into Tetora's eyes.
"Hmmm... What do I get for 'winning'? ☆," he asks you.
"I'll prepare something for you tonight~," you whisper into his ears.
"But for now, I'll guess I'll treat you to something since we're here," you add enthusiastically. "Tell me if there's anything you want Kanata~".
"Could you buy me a 'stuffed' turtle then? I saw one in a 'stand'," he asks.
"Of course, lead us there", you reply.
Your group begins walking around the different stands near the lake, surrounded by laughter and enjoyment.
Hey so I'm gonna participate in the ES x reader NSFW May 2023 so you can expect me to post a bit more!
I'll try do Niki, Madara, Ritsu, Yuzuru, and Mayoi (in this order)
Also, I saw someone requesting a similar setting to another enstars tumblr page earlier today, I hope they won't think I'm copying 😭
#nsft es!!#enstars thirsts#enstars x you#enstars x reader smut#enstars smut#kanata shinkai x reader#enstars x female reader#enstars x reader#kanata shinkai smut
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could u do white (best friend trope) and 21+23 for nico hischier?? first d for visual inspo if possible. thank you!
Random prompt list.
White: best friend.
21. "You came" "I couldn't miss this *event*, it's important for you"
23. "He loves you, you know?"
D. Everyone knows you are in love.
You were buzzing with happiness. Even though you arrived late at the game, you were on time to see Nico's second goal. And as his best friend, you couldn't be happier.
When it ended, you waited for him. Soon, the loud and happy players appeared, wanting to see their families and significant others and to celebrate the win. But Nico wasn't expecting anyone. He was walking next to Jack and checking something on his phone. Hughes had to elbow him and laugh.
Nico gasped when he saw you standing there on his jersey, the C visible on your chest. Wow.
You hugged as soon as you could reach each other. You laughed and kissed his cheek when he shook you a bit in excitement.
"I'm so so proud, Nico"
"You came" He said with a smile and tucking himself on your shoulder. At the beginning of the game, during the warm-ups, he had looked at your seat and he had found it empty. He knew you were busy, you had talked about it and you had insisted you would try. He had gotten the ticket for you with the other familiars and invited people, but he didn't have many hopes.
"I couldn't miss this game, it's important for you" You said caressing his cheek. "Plus, you scored twice!"
"You saw it?"
"Only the second one, but what a goal!" You kissed his cheek and fixed his beanie. "I'm really proud, Nico. For real."
He had to fist your his jersey to keep himself from kissing you right there.
"Nico! Bring YN!" It was John, standing next to a very smiley Jack. They made Nico roll his eyes, but with his hand on your waist, he looked back at you.
"What do you say?"
"A couple of beers with the Devils? I'm in"
You found yourself next to Nico, talking and laughing with everyone else. But at some moments it was as if you two were alone. Sometimes the conversation reminded you of some inner joke or something that happened to you. You would forget about anything else. And everyone was aware of it. Some of them would look with smiles on their faces, then... then there was Jack, who was having the time of his life.
"I'm going to get another one, do you want some?"
"Please" You said giving him your best puppy eyes. He chuckled and bopped your nose before getting up and leaving for the bar.
Jack jumped to his seat.
"You don't need to give him those puppy eyes, he would do anything for you"
It made you blush deeply. "Jack..." you begged him.
"He loves you, you know?"
You looked at him and for the first time in the night you saw he wasn't playing with you. But you had no answer to that.
"You make him really happy and he is a bit stupid so..."
"Jack, stop bothering my girl"
And everyone went silence for a second before the teasing started. My girl, my girl, my girl. Nico wanted the floor to open as swallow him.
"I mean... Uh... She is my best friend... You know guys..."
Your face was burning and your eyes were in your hands.
"Sure, Nico... Here... Your seat next to your girl" Jack obviously had to add something to the teasing.
"Fuck off"
It was uncomfortable after that, but it didn't stop you to drift closer to Nico as the night went on. People got drunk, other got tired, some left to go to some club and other went home. The big table and other splayed around the bar got reduced to a smaller ground of people and many conversations.
You were hugging Nico's arm and your cheek was on his shoulder. You couldn't stop thinking about what happened. Nico's words, Jack's...
"Hey, are you tired?"
"A bit"
He smiled softly.
"Me too. Want me to drop you at home?"
"It would be nice"
So you headed out. A more than tipsy Jack took the opportunity to tease the captain a bit more, whistling and telling him to wrap it.
"Don't listen to him, he talks nonsense"
"Does he?" You asked and hugged yourself on the way to his car.
"Why do you ask that?"
You took a deep breath and bit your lip.
"Um... He said you love me"
Nico blushed deeply. Again.
"Did he say that?"
You nodded. Nico took a deep breath and stopped walking. You did too.
"He did." You faced your best friend. "Then... A second later you called me your girl so... Does he always talk nonsense?"
Nico stepped in your space, his hands on his pockets.
"Not always"
You shivered.
"I love you" You whispered and he smiled.
Nico cupped your cheeks so gently.
"I love you too"
You leaned a bit and kissed him softly. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?"
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Harrow the Ninth, Act Three, Chapter 23
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(Third House icon) In which there's some particularly nasty business if you have the usual set of cultural taboos.
FOUR MONTHS BEFORE THE EMPEROR'S MURDER
The mood of the Mithraeum has changed for the worse. Harrow tries to train and build muscle to use her sword, tries so hard that she "would have broken the heart of any actual swordswoman."
Nobody can quite describe a Herald to her, because they cause madness and eye-bleeding in all those who behold them.
She discusses things with John, including Ianthe. John says if he were to give her an epithet, it would be the Saint of Awe. Harrow, through "a scab formed over everything that had happened", thinks that probably didn't suit Naberius. Harrow also asks about battles to come.
But you pressed: "Lord, it's not certain that I'm going to die." He did not correct your Lord, then.(1) In those oil-slick, inconceivable eyes, you saw a flicker of something that you did not understand. God said, "Harrowhark, to that, to everything, all I can say is that I live in hope. And that you need to keep handling your rapier."
So, she sneaks into the training room, and tries and tries.
Later, Harrow walks past the door to Cytherea's tomb, but the door is closed, which it never usually is. Ignoring her sense of self-preservation, she opens the door and finds the Saint of Duty holding Cyth's body. Not just holding her. Doing something unmentionable(2) that made Harrow blush all the way up to her ears. He tells Harrow to close the door and go away, and she does. Harrow goes to tell Ianthe, but when she gets to the details, Ianthe is dismissive, saying "Oh, but who hasn't done that,"(3) but at least now they know who's been moving her, so to speak.
Harrow isn't so easily dismissed, and they snark back and forth some, each telling the other an insult given by one of the elders. Ianthe says Teacher asked if they could store Harrow in with him when the Beast comes. Harrow, reduced to using this form of insult, nevertheless relays that Teacher called Ianthe "far from a perfect sword hand", at which point Ianthe asks if those were his exact words, and Harrow confirms.
Ianthe calls God a dickhead. Harrow is consumed by fury at this blasphemy.
You drew your two-handed sword from your back: your wrists weren't quite in the right position,(4) but it was a good attempt. [...] You said, "Do not blaspheme in front of me." "Don't draw on me with that ridiculous thing. You don't even know where you got it." "God gave it to me." "And you've never asked yourself why?" At those mere six words, your brain revolted. You felt a hot, thick sensation in the back of your top sinuses that you had not felt in a very long time, never approaching your limits enough for it to occur: a nosebleed. "So tell me why," you said evenly. "Can't," she snapped. "You ensorcelled my jaw,(5) you fucking psycho shadow vestal! Yes, I worked that one out! So unless I want to do homebrew mandible surgery, I can't squeal to anyone. And I have thought about homebrew mandible surgery, but I have no idea how far back your curse extends, because I'm not a blackened, tedious little bone witch. Now sheathe your sword; you don't want to go toe to toe with me."
Harrow says she's wrong about that one, and Ianthe makes threats Harrow wants her to act on. They stare each other down across Ianthe's bed, until Ianthe calls Harrow's bluff and submits dramatically to Harrow's murdering, because she's up too late and has to be up early.(6)
There was no answer to that, naturally, except to sheath your sword, return to your bedroom, and put yourself to bed, defeated.
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(1) Interesting that he still hasn't told her all that he supposedly is, when he told her not to worship him until he does. He mostly still corrects her when she calls him by a holy name instead of a normal one. (2) The lack of detail is used so surgically in this book, because we as readers will generally do much worse in our imaginations than any specific details a writer can provide. (3) This exchange really implies to me that there wasn't precisely sex going on in the chapel, but makes me wonder exactly what Muir thought it would be, something big enough to scandalize Harrow but small enough to make Ianthe roll her eyes. (4) Yes, whoever is narrating certainly knows a thing or two about swords. (5) Another clue as to what happened, and why Harrow had to examine Ianthe's jaw and tongue in that early chapter. (6) So relatable.
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Chapter 10 - Smallpox
Morning came by unexpectedly fast, but Katrina wasn't awake. The exhaustion from the previous night must have taken its toll on her, but Nobunaga didn't mind - In fact, he enjoyed holding her like this so much, that he wanted to stay like this forever. He reached out to brush the stray hair away from her face with his fingers. She looked so peaceful sleeping, just like a flower fairy. This was why he was fighting so arduously, for all his people to be achieving this level of tranquility. With her by his side, there was no doubt in his mind, he will be the winner.
As he was deep in thought, he noticed those long lashes flutter awake, and he was met with those dazed, still sleepy green gems of hers. "Slept well, Princess?" she answered with a low hum, and with some difficulty, she struggled to get up. With both arms keeping her steady, he helped her into a sitting position, earning a small thanks. "Isn't it late? Aren't you busy around this time?" her concerns were, as always, about him.
"I should be at a council meeting by now, but I couldn't risk waking up the sleeping beauty." this comment earned a bashful chuckle from the girl.
"Do you know the story? Of Sleeping Beauty?" judging by the questioning look on his face, he didn't. "It's a French fairy tale story that, uh... Was written around the year of your birth, actually. It's about a little princess that was cursed at birth by an evil fairy, so that, when she comes of age, she will prick herself in a spindle and fall into an eternal sleep, and this curse can be broken only by a true love's kiss." she was in an unusually splendid disposition, he realised, and frankly, he hoped to keep her that way for as long as possible.
"And did she ever wake up?" he asked, with the profound curiosity of a child.
"Yes, she did. There was a prince who heard the tale of the most beautiful maiden in the land, being trapped and cursed in the highest tower of the castle - Tower that was guarded by a dragon - And with the aid of the three fairy godmothers, the prince was able to defeat the dragon and as soon as he laid his eyes upon the beauty, he fell in love with her, he kissed her... She woke up, and then they married and lived happily ever after." what a foolish story, the man thought, looking away, displeased by the story.
"I don't like it. It's unrealistic." he was pouting so cutely, Kat couldn't help but chuckle at him.
"Aww, come on, it's just a kids' story. They love fantasy tales like that. All little girls dream of finding their true love when they grow up." his gaze immediately snapped towards her hearing her words.
"You too?" with a gentle smile on her face, he watched her nod positively. "I don't believe you."
"If you don't believe me, then will you believe that, when I was little, I would play the role of the Sleeping Beauty every year?" he shook his head in disbelief. "I am much more romantic than you give me credit, but I can understand why no one would believe me. Fine. Do you know the story of Mulan? It's my favourite story. Will you believe that?" once again, he shook his head. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad."
Instead of answering, however, he gently cupped her cheeks and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. As soon as he let go, he noticed the hard blush that coated the girl's cheeks and the way her lip quivered lightly, and how she couldn't focus her gaze on anything. She was flustered. "I had to find the truth myself. Now I believe you." but the girl was reduced to nothing but silence and a demure smile. It was such a breath-taking smile, that if he had no control, and she wasn't injured, he'd have definitely pushed his luck more.
However, the moment of reverie was interrupted by the door opening and revealing Masamune and Mitsuhide who were announcing to their Lord that the council meeting was ready to begin, and that he was very much late, for the first time in ages. Though the two were quick to tease the two, they seemed to be completely immune to it, even Kat. It felt natural, having them like that, Masamune thought to himself as his smile widened. The Lord listened to his advice, good for him. Getting up, he carefully helped her stand as well. "I need you to the meeting as well." with a straight nod, she had the lords get out so she could dress properly, though with some difficulty from her shoulder, and she stepped inside the council room, taking her usual seat.
Sitting there, like the supreme Emperor of War that he was, Nobunaga was playing with his fan, sharply eying his vassals. "Speak."
"My Lord, if I may begin - Though it's not much of a revelation, after thorough interrogation of the spy kunoichi Mochizuki Chiyome, and my own investigation, I have come to the conclusion that both Takeda Shingen and Uesugi Kenshin are alive, and very much plotting their war against our forced very soon. This, however, was already revealed by Lady Katrina just last night." only Mitsuhide was aware of what happened that night.
"Katrina? What does she have to do with the spy?" Ieyasu asked in confusion.
"What does she have to do with the spy, he asked - Ha! If I had been fully awake, I would have enjoyed myself more. Alas! Mitsuhide knows the whole story." Nobunaga's smug and dark chuckle only made Kat look down in embarrassment.
"My lord, in fact, not even I know the whole thing. I wasn't there from the beginning. In fact, I have no idea why Lady Kat was in your room to begin with, but it's a miracle she was, otherwise, who knows what could have happened. You really were reckless." despite having a tint of amusement and teasing, it was still a scolding.
"Can anyone enlighten us what in the world happened last night and who is Mochizuki Chiyome?" Hideyoshi pressed on, very serious.
"Princess Mochi." Kat answered simply.
"I see. So she really ended up being a spy, after all. A spy that we've been sheltering for a month, and that could have easily gone out at night to reveal vital information to the enemy. Spy that could have easily killed you each and every night." mother hen Hideyoshi had his chakras completely messed up.
"I had received a marriage alliance proposal from some lord that wanted to desert Takeda Shingen and come over to our side, and he sent his daughter, Princess Mochi, over. I had never heard of this lord before, but once he mentioned Shingen, I knew something was going on, so I and Mitsuhide came up with a ploy and pretended to agree with the alliance, while he would be getting information on who they were. As expected, there was never any lord, and the princess was actually a kunoichi sent to gather information and assassinate me." Nobunaga explained their duo's scheme, and although the warlords had a base idea of what was going on, only now they were fully informed of the behind the scenes.
"My Lord, are you alright?! Has she managed to get you harmed?!" Hideyoshi's eyes were bulging out from the shock.
"What happened that made the ninja blow her facade?" Ieyasu's question was answered by a mere pointing of the fan towards the red haired woman. "Huh? Katrina? What do you mean?"
"I would really like to know the full story myself, Ieyasu, but Lady Kat came to me yesterday and told me that she strongly suspected that woman was a ninja, though the reason behind her being there and discovering the ploy is still unknown to me." Mitsuhide explained, a devious smile on his face, as if urging the woman to go on and speak.
"No, before that - How did she come up with that conclusion to begin with? She claims to be a woman from an era of peace, who has no experience when it comes to spies, yet she was able to sniff out the spy better than all of us. Why?" as suspicious as always... Yet, considering the circumstances from the previous night, and how it wasn't a singular incident, she couldn't blame him.
"Because you didn't spend every day with her, Hideyoshi, that's why. Stop patronising me with all your comments, because, in the end, it was me who saved Nobunaga - Twice, in fact - Not you." although Hideyoshi was indignant and frowned at her comment, Nobunaga was smirking, proud of her for standing up for herself. "Do you think all people in the future are sweet, and kind, and genuine and they never lie or deceive others? Because if yes, you'd be dead wrong. I hate to inform you, but people in the future lie far worse than you people do, and for no reason. Here, you're fighting for the country - But in the future... It's just personal selfishness with no gain. A woman who goes out of her way to manipulate you into staying away from your friends, spreads rumours about you, gaslights you into believing you're going crazy, only to end up kicking you out of the castle... Something wasn't adding up. Not to mention, I had seen her in MY. PERSONAL. Medical office - And I wanted to emphasise that it is, in fact MINE, and only I and Ieyasu have access to it. Why would she go out of her way to bring me a blanket, in the middle of the night, in the medical office, if she was supposed to be sleeping? And, if she was so kind, why did she never stand up for me, despite claiming to be my sister? Simple. She loved seeing me as the outcast." she explained casually, though, it was supposed to act as a slap over their faces. "Hideyoshi, if you had ever listened to your wife speaking, you'd know all this. Perhaps you should clean your ears and open your eyes more." this comment made Masamune and Mitsuhide snigger, as always.
"I apologise for misjudging you, Lady Kat, however, I won't apologise for looking out for Lord Nobunaga at all times." always with his guard up, even so, the comment put a side smile on her face.
"Enough, you two. Katrina, tell us why you were there last night." Ieyasu silenced them, and the room remained that way for a while. Much to their surprise, Nobunaga was the one to speak.
"Katrina wanted to leave. Am I right?" the proposition made the men around gasp in disdain.
"No, that can't be true! She wouldn't... Katrina, tell him he's wrong!" but the woman's solemn expression was enough of an answer. "Why...?"
"Because I made her hate me, that's why. Because of my carelessness, I almost lost a valuable ally." he admitted, and though he didn't apologise, their interaction the previous night was enough for her to forgive him.
"I wanted to say goodbye. It was really late, and I imagined they'd be sleeping... So I had a letter prepared from everyone. I was going to go stay with Shingen until the portal opened so I could return home with Sasuke." she wasn't afraid, nor ashamed to speak out the truth.
"Were you going to betray us?!" Hideyoshi, as volcanic as always, blurted out.
"You can call it whatever you like, but a neutral person takes no sides. Considering I wanted to return home, one more month away from this place, constantly in the company of another contemporary of mine, was going to be a sure success." she shrugged nonchalantly.
"THAT IS BETRAYAL, KATRINA! You are just as bad as Mitsuhide right now!" his outburst made the girl let out an amused exhale.
"Wait until I tell you that I'm secretly meeting with Shingen. In fact, I'm seeing him tonight as well. What will you do, Hideyoshi? Tie me up and cut my head? Or force me into committing seppuku?" she taunted the man, and though his reactions were hilarious, the council room couldn't keep being a mess.
"Hideyoshi, sit down. I trust both Katrina and Mitsuhide with my life. They've proven themselves times and times again. Katrina, carry on with the story." Nobunaga calmed the waters, and Hideyoshi was forced to sit and shut up.
"As soon as I opened the door, I saw you on the ground, but Mochizuki was next to the balcony. I saw the ninja knife in her hand, and the ninja outfit was peeking from underneath the kimono. As soon as she saw me, I went to check your pulse, and it was very weak. She said she killed you with the poison I and Ieyasu made... But she had no idea that we had the antidote ready, and you were still alive. You must have been aware she was ready to poison you, because you took a sleeping tea instead. Smart move." she nodded at him.
"And risky. She could have had the job done with a knife in my heart, but you scared her away. She heard your footsteps as soon as you walked down the corridor. Though hazy, I could hear almost everything." for a split second, he watched her look away in embarrassment.
"I tried to run out and call for help - Only Mitsuhide knows if he's heard me or not - And she threw me back in the room and stabbed me. I wrestled her off... And she lunged at me again, trying to get the knife back... But instead, she grabbed the pistol from behind me and tried to shoot me. As soon as she heard Mitsuhide approaching, she got on the ground, hid the pistol in her sleeve, and tried to put the blame on me." she explained, and the silver fox hummed, as a way to say that what she said was true.
"It was an awful performance, considering she was a ninja, but Miss Fox here was very brave and observant. She called out that Mochizuki brought a ninja knife and was hiding the pistol and the ninja outfit. As soon as she found herself cornered, Mochizuki tried to shoot Miss Fox. But she didn't budge, even with the pistol touching her head. I never imagined you could bluff like that, but you overwhelmed her." he chuckled cunningly.
"... If you don't even know that a pistol can only shoot by pulling the safety, then you have no right touching one. And I proved that to her, I believe. I may have gotten stabbed, beaten, choked and almost shot at, but at least I destroyed her mentally pretty well, I'd like to think." the nice girl saved the Lord of Owari twice now, through sheer dumb luck and a weird kind of determination. It was no doubt that she was holding fortune for him.
"She has lost her mind, yes. Even if we let her go, I doubt she'd be able to live a normal life. Not only has she lost her husband, but you humiliated her, and even told her that her precious Lord was going to die. Oh, and, that he favours you over his own son, as his heir." this time, Ieyasu, of all people, was bewildered into gasping loudly.
"Mitsuhide, don't give things away. Kenshin's ninja is gathering information when you least expect it. What you know, Kenshin doesn't, and for everyone's own good, it should remain that way." she scolded the musing man.
"It will prove to be quite the advantage, I do agree - Which brings me to my next point - They are gathering troops at the garrison castle nearest to Azuchi. For Lady Kat, who is unaware, the castle belongs to Echigo, and the Uesugi-Takeda army is establishing a strong fortification from which to attack us." Mitsuhide explained the situation.
"The only thing between the garrison and Azuchi is that neutral village, isn't it? If we get their favour and get them on our side, won't that play to our advantage? Not only do we get more manpower, but we can keep better control over the information that comes and goes." Mitsunari suggested wisely.
"It would be, but the village is plagued with smallpox. If we get our troops there, we will only infect the whole army." Ieyasu refuted immediately - It seemed Mitsunari was unaware of this fact.
"Then let's treat it for them." Kat's voice turned all heads to her.
"Treat it? Kat, there is no cure for smallpox. I had it when I was a kid, and look at me. I had to gouge my own eye out. Some people live through it, but most don't." Masamune spoke gravely, revealing the scar from behind the eyepatch.
"No one heard of the Variolation procedure?" the girl's eye arched up.
"I only heard that it used to be practiced in China and India, but that it was very risky, and most people died either way." Mitsunari was the only one to speak.
"Yes, because they were using the material that comes from the dried up scabs, and they were made to be inhaled, in the case of the China variant, whilst in India, they were taking directly the pus material from the pustules and injecting them into the healthy people. Either way, they weren't aware of the risks. First of all, there are two types of Variola, or Smallpox, as it is known in your times. The real disease is caused by a Poxviridae family virus named Variola virus, and it can cause Variola Minor, which kills barely 1% of the infected people, whilst the grave one is Variola Major, that can cause death in more than half of the infected victims, especially if left completely untreated. If you inject Minor material, then the healthy subject might not even get the sickness, and their body might not even create the Antibodies needed to combat the virus in the future, thus, no immunization - On the other hand, if you use the Major variant, the chances that the healthy person has an awful outbreak is huge, and they have every chance to die." Nobunaga, just like all the others, were watching and listening to the woman speaking so surely and professionally - It was incredibly endearing, and he wanted to hear her speaking more.
"Then how is your Variolation different than the other ones?" Ieyasu, who was always eager to learn more about medicine, was genuinely intrigued.
"Cowpox." Katrina's grin was large, like a fox ready to fool her victim.
"Cowpox?" Masamune's single eye blinked, and he had the cute face of a confused kitten.
"Yes, Cowpox. We use the Indian method, but instead of getting the pus from Smallpox-infected humans, we use the cowpox-infected bovines and we inject people with them. Here, in the arm, we cut them until we reach the bloodstream, and we put the pus inside, and we bandage it real quick, and that's it. The person gets a very mild case of smallpox... The viruses have interconnected infection... And we only need to treat them for like a week, with basic symptoms like a light fever, some spots all over them, and general weakness and lack of appetite, but that's about it. The survival rate is over 3 out of 4 subjects. If, by chance, the virus didn't get to infect the whole population of the village, then we have a sure chance of saving a lot of people, and in turn, getting their allegiance. How's that for a plan?" looking at each other, the men nodded in approval. It was a sound plan that had the highest chances of succeeding.
"Katrina, you are the only one who knows how to do this procedure. You will go there and do the procedure yourself. You will be the designated leader of your squad." this comment made the girl laugh merrily.
"I will only agree if you go to the blacksmith and make me a pretty warlord armor and a katana to match my tastes. Do we have a deal?" it was Nobunaga's turn to chuckle at her cockiness, and he fanned himself in amusement.
"You do have a deal. I need two volunteers to go with her." although he instructed them, the warlords were looking one at the other.
"I'll go. I already got smallpox, I won't get sick again, so I can be of proper help." Masamune was the first to raise his head and volunteered himself.
"If the cyclops goes, I'm going too. Katrina is the only one who knows how to do the procedure, but there are too many villagers, so she can't do it alone. I'll help in the medical field." Ieyasu chimed in, less enthusiastic, yet ready to learn.
"Perfect. Since this is a secret mission, you will travel with the bare minimum of men and resources. Katrina, you're in charge of everything. Tomorrow you're departing. If it takes up to a week to treat and get the village on our side, then here, in Azuchi, we have to get ready to assail the garrison when they least expect it. Masamune, on your way to the village, stop by Yorimasa's residence and make sure he's prepared to welcome us a week and a half from now. That's enough time to gather all our forces and go attack the garrison. Understood?" and with a chorus of approval, the meeting was dismissed. "Katrina, wait behind for a moment." she waited until all the lords were out of the room. "Your injury won't get better overnight. Can you do the mission, in spite of your stab wound?" the man asked, stepping closer to her.
"... I will do my best." she muttered, looking down at the ground.
"Let me see." slow and careful, the girl slipped off the kimono from her shoulder, watching the slightly bloody bandage. "I have to redress it. Let me do it for you." he declared, watching the girl dress her bare skin again.
"I can do it. I think. I can do the mission. The Variolation procedure in itself isn't difficult to pull off, but constantly moving my arm around might make the healing process a bit slower. It's not this mission I'm concerned about... It's the war." she muttered her worries, only to have her face raised up and being met with a confident grin.
"You'll be by my side at all times. Have you never heard that saying - The safest place a man can be, is near the general?" he was so cocky and sure of himself, that she didn't have the heart to contradict him.
"I just hope it will be as you said." with a small smile, the girl guided him to her medical office, allowing him to properly redress the wound, and though the pain was just as unbearable, she had to pull through - All in the name of peace and unifying.
"Katrina, do you remember the first thing I ever asked you? Back when we got at the camp." he asked all of a sudden, and though back then she acted bashful and uncomfortable, now, that melancholic smile painted her beautiful face.
"How could I forget. You asked me if I wanted to rule the world with you." she replied immediately.
"That question still stands. Nothing changed since then." his bold declaration, albeit surprising, made her beam like a little kitten.
"If we live long enough to take down Kenshin and unify Japan, then... I suppose I have no reason to refuse anymore, do I?" her crystalline giggle sounded like lullabies to him.
"Don't speak non-sense like that in front of me. I promised I'd protect you, and I will. You are my lucky charm, and I won't let anyone take you away from me." he was so masculine and strong whenever he spoke, and he inspired complete safety into her. She never felt more confident in her whole life, than when she had him by her side.
"I can do the mission. I'm certain now." if he could do it, so could she, no matter what kind of hardship she was facing.
For the rest of the day, Kat was busy with all the preparation, but during the night, she went by her promise and met up with Shingen, and just like like that, he surprised her, but not with a flute song, but by bringing an actual zither with him. Shocked out of her mind, she hurried to help him with that, but as soon as she reached both her arms out, she let out a yelp of pain and clutched her shoulder. Concerned, Shingen let the instrument on the ground and hurried by her side, checking to see what was going on.
"Sorry about that. Your friend, Mochi, stabbed me last night." this made him look at her with a bewildered expression.
"Mochizuki hurt you?! I specifically instructed her not to lay a hand on you." but instead of an angry look, Katrina guided him to sit down by the lake.
"She didn't realise I was the Kitsune." she seemed incredibly amused. "I'm sorry, though. Because of me, her plans, as well as yours, were hindered. I saved Nobunaga last night, and in the process, captured Mochizuki. She's lost her mind, and is still kept in the Azuchi prison... But not for long." that devious smile was back on her face.
"She is an unfortunate soul, just like all the victims of the war. I pity her, but war is war." his answer was typical, yet very true, considering the circumstances.
"I told her the same thing. She's no different than all the other women who've suffered losses. Not only that, she tried to kill the man I love, after a whole month of provoking and taunting me. She humiliated me for a month, and yesterday, she tried to kill me. I couldn't let that slide... So... I broke her. Mentally. Emotionally. I destroyed her. Irreversibly." although harsh and cold, Shingen agreed to himself that he would have done the same.
"You're too smart for silly ploys like this. Nobunaga knew, didn't he?" a simple nod of her head confirmed it. "I should have known. It is what it is." silence took over them for a while. "What will you do next?"
"I would tell you, Shingen, but if I do, you will act accordingly. I don't want to be the reason the pieces of this chess game move in detriment of the Oda forces. Don't hold it against me, please." she was beginning to speak more like a person of that era, not of the future.
"I understand. It's alright. In fact, I wanted to tell you that, if you want to remain here, you have to be entirely committed to it. The war will begin soon, and Kenshin is going to lead the forces in less than two weeks. You should know this by now, don't you?" with another nod, he couldn't help but let out a weak chuckle.
"Will you be alive by then?" he didn't answer for a while.
"I think so. I still have enough force to ride a horse and swing a sword. I can still do it, until the end of the month. Later than that, though, I can't be sure. Now is the time to act... For me, at least." his confession made the girl gulp and look down, only to quickly return her gaze to him, confident and reassuring.
"And if we should meet on the battlefield, I will make sure you get the honorable death that you deserve, Shingen." this comment made the warlord guffaw dearly.
"Look at you, acting like a real warlord now! You're going to be a great ruler soon!" he reached out his hand to pat her hair, yet as soon as he did, her gaze shifted upwards, towards the moon, and she was silent and pensive for the longest time.
"Shingen." she called out his name. "Nobunaga asked me to rule the world by his side." she confessed in a voice so soft and tender that you could easily miss the emotional vibrato of her voice.
"Has he, now? What a lucky fella. Alive and in his prime, with no illness to stop him from achieving anything he wants, including wifing the most remarkable woman in Japan." his hand lowered, taking a strand of her hair and playing with it.
"Do you think I'll be a great ruler, Shingen?" she didn't know why, but she felt the most at ease speaking truthfully to him.
"Of course I do. Even if we put aside all the insight you have from your life in the future, look at you. You stay by his side in wars, and you take care of his soldiers. You have political discussions and you know how to appeal to people's hearts. Nobunaga may be just, but he is ruthless. With you by his side, you can bring about progressive views and laws that would help the life of people, whilst balancing to the gentler side his own convictions. You can't rule with blood and an iron fist alone, or you'll have riots and anarchies against you, which will lead to regicide, yet if you are too gentle and don't punish the wicked, they will overthrow you for being a useless ruler. Together, you can create a balance that will bring about good changes for the future generations." his explanation made the girl look at him with a confused and unsure expression, unable to decipher him.
"Shingen, you are Nobunaga's enemy. Why do you praise him and speak about the future as if his victory is certain?" she asked, pressing him.
"Why? Because I'm being realistic. Before Nobunaga became who he is now, my one and only eternal rival has always been Kenshin. Now, we allied each other so that we can bring down a common foe - But even if we kill Nobunaga, then what of me? Whether Kenshin kills me first, or the disease does, Kenshin will be the ruler either way. That's not to say I'm going out of my way to aid Nobunaga, heavens forbid. Rather, I like to cause Kenshin lots of problems, and the best way to do that is to aid the person that nobody would expect, which is you, Miss Kitsune. I thought you were just a pretty face when I first laid my eyes upon you, and I wanted to make you one of my conquests... But the way you flirted so shamelessly with me, the way you teased poor Yuki, and how completely unafraid and domineering you were, despite having a blade to your throat... I was more than intrigued. I do not know whether all women in the future are like you or not, but you, Miss Kitsune, have charmed me." his chuckle was charming, yet the bittersweet nostalgia in his tone was obvious. "I want you to unify Japan, even if it's the last thing I do in this life." he declared boldly. "It would be the only good thing I did for my wife to make her happy, considering how bad of a husband I've been."
"I did think about you for a while after our first encounter. You were the first man who was ever so graceful and straight-forward to me. You made me feel like I was a woman. Like I was beautiful. But not in a way that made me feel like an object, but in a way that made my heart beat for the first time in my life. I've had boyfriends before. But... Maybe, in my time, we take things for granted... Or maybe those boys were just awful... Maybe you're just special and you know how to charm people... Maybe all of them..." she trailed on softly.
"But it wasn't enough to beat Nobunaga, and I'm a dying man regardless." he finished her spoken thoughts, earning a nod.
"You're not below him in any way, okay, Shingen?" she pressed on, making sure he is aware of that fact. "Maybe it's the time spent together. Or the conversations... Or our ambitions. Just this week he confessed to me that, once he's done unifying the country and bringing it to a peaceful state, and was able to teach the people that there's no need for wars and that they can provide for themselves within their own capabilities... He wants to travel the world... To see, to admire, to learn... And you know what? I've never wanted anything more in my life than that. In a world where barely anyone thinks about living the proximity of their own home... You find a man with his horizons so broadened that even the galaxy is no limit for him. I find this fascinating. His views on how he's going to rule are also far ahead of his era, and he's not conservative. He listens to criticism and to the voice of his advisors... And I know I can influence him into coming up with revolutionary reforms that would be great for everyone." if he wasn't ill, Shingen would have felt jealous, yet the way her voice always turned so tender whenever she spoke of his nemesis, made him happy for her.
"Japan was ruled by women before, be them shogun or empresses. After meeting you, I went to my wife and had a talk to her. I guess I, as a daimiyo, a samurai, a man, never really though about other people, how they fare, what their struggles are... And I thought, even about my wife, that as long as she had riches and a secure life, she'd be happy. But after I managed to convince her to drop the gentle girl facade, she explained to me about all the hardships women go through, since they are born, and until they die. At first, I was horrified to know that my wife had been treated so awfully by her family just for being born a girl... But then, I realised, that it wasn't a singular problem, but most women were treated that way. I told her about you, and she said... She wishes she lived in a world where she could act like you. I felt awful. I thought that I failed as a man. I wasn't making her happy, I was making her miserable. Men always say that women are annoying and complicated, but at the end of the day, they still return to women. After listening some more, I realised, it wasn't their fault, but ours. It was us who didn't listen, and took everything they did for granted. They didn't want wealth or riches, they just wanted a loyal man who had eyes only for them and would love them just as much, even when they age. Men are horrible people, Katrina, and I only realised that recently." he seemed genuinely remorseful, yet the way her smile was so sad, made him think that she was happy someone finally realised her kin's struggles.
"We kill our enemies. We kill our allies. We even kill the people we're supposed to protect, or have to watch them die for us. We lay waste to the countries we're supposed to govern. We even kill ourselves, and it's still not enough. We really are incorrigible warmongers, you and I, aren't we?" Katrina spoke suddenly, making the man arch his eyebrows up from surprise. "I heard this quote once, and I think, it describes perfectly the situation we are all stuck in. The fact that there are still men like you who realise that it's not all about themselves, it fills me up with hope... Because... Even half a millennia in the future... The situation isn't all that great either. Women are paid lower than men, for the same job done. They are still assaulted and the justice system call them liars. They beg for restriction orders against their stalkers, and the police deny them, based on lack of evidence, and the next day, they end up tortured to death in a ditch. I want to change that. I want to protect the weak, the ones who need protected. I want to create a new Shogunate that will have all people equal, no matter their social status, their gender or race... Or anything." she explained her wishes for the future.
"If only I would be able to live long enough to see you crowned a Shogun. The first Kitsune Shogun." he chuckled before getting up and picking the zither. "It's getting late, little fox. Can you carry this, with your wound still fresh?"
"Yes, I... I can do it. I have a lot of work to do. This is a gift, I won't refuse it." with some difficult, she raised the zither and put leaned it over her healthy shoulder. "Shingen... Are you really okay with dying?"
"No one is okay with dying, darling, but when death is knocking at your door, then at least make it honorable. But you - You're not a warrior, so don't end up like us, alright? Live through it, with or without any of us, and make those dream of yours reality." the beautiful smile she gave him showed the gratefulness that her heart felt for having him as her confidant.
"Will I be seeing you again?" she asked with hopefulness.
"We will, but I won't tell you when. For our third date, I will surprise you by finding you. That much, I can promise to you." he sealed that promise with a kiss on the top of her head, before turning around and going back into the forest.
"Hang in there, Wild Tiger... Just a bit more..." Katrina muttered to herself, walking back towards the castle. As soon as she reached the grounds, she spotted Mitsuhide - Neither of them said anything to the other, he already knew where she came from. She just smiled and waved, walking past him, into her bedroom so she could get proper resting for the next day.
Either way, she was still nervous - Not only was there a war going on, but a whole pandemic was plaguing the lands, and she had to eradicate it accordingly. She had to survive. Nobunaga had to survive. All of them had to survive.
In the morning, they all made the last preparations for the trip, yet just as she was about go check on everything, she was called and pulled aside by the Lord of Owari, who guided her back to her medical office, under the pretext of redressing her wound. Kat knew it was a mere pretext, and yet, she was wondering why he wasn't speaking to her at all. His visage seemed pensive. He was deep in thought, yet what was inside his head, only he knew. "If anything happens, run away. Don't let them capture you, no matter what." she nodded, a small smile on her face. "Dying is forbidden."
"That's a rule I'm unwilling to break." she joked right back, though he wasn't in a comical mood. "I won't die, I promise. Besides, even if they captured me, Shingen wouldn't let them do anything bad to me. Either way, I'm a fox, and I refuse to die. They say a Kitsune has 7 tricks up her sleeve, and a Tanuki has 8 - But I beg to disagree. I already have all nine tails, so I have 9 tricks for myself. Even more, by the time I will be ruling by your side, I will have become a Tenko, the strongest Kitsune out there. I am Celestial. Do you understand, Demon King of the 6th Heaven?"
"I never realised how arrogant you were. Keep being arrogant. Your life is more important than anything else, do you understand?" though he was expecting an affirmative answer, loud and assertive, just like his soldiers shout whenever he's commanding them, he was shocked to receive a kiss on his forehead, the same way he had given her previously.
"Keep the same standards for yourself as well, Nobunaga. The whole country needs you, as much as I do." getting up, she left the room with a smile on her face, and went outside. Everyone was already out, ready to go.
She jumped up on the mare and went in front, leading, the same as Nobunaga did before, with the exception that that on both sides, Ieyasu and Masamune were riding closely, as she had no sense of direction, and she had no idea where to go. They rode on for almost a whole day, and by the time they arrived, the Sun was already half-way down. The village wasn't lively like back in Azuchi, instead, it was filled with cries and desperation. It looked awful, and the people were running around left and right like headless flied.
Masamune rode on ahead and got ahold of the leader of the village. He found the reason for the commotion... It was the plague. It was getting worse. Not only that, the resources were getting scarce. Katrina jumped off the horse and rushed next to the village chief, and analysing the chaos and the late time, she came up with a plan. "Men, we have to start feeding the people first. The weather is fine, we can cook enough warm meals for everyone. We have to bring a lot of cold, fresh water in basins and buckets and have them delivered to each and every house. Spread out the medicine bags." but none of them men moved. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? WE HAVE PEOPLE TO SAVE! MOVE!" still nothing.
"Lord Nobunaga personally appointed the Princess as this mission's Captain. Are you going to be going against his orders?" Ieyasu's low voice seemed to do the trick, though Katrina couldn't help but tsk in annoyance that nobody was listening to her orders. Stupid ashigaru.
"Chief, walk me through the village and show me the situation. I need to make a map of all the houses and assess the number of people who have smallpox, the people they came in contact with them, those dead, those who lived through the plague, and those still healthy. Also, we should advise everyone to keep on veils that cover their noses and mouths." thankfully, the chief as respectful and listened religiously to her. Together, they mapped out everything that had to be known, and by the time they were ready, Masamune was in the middle of the village, cooking, while some of the soldiers were fanning the fire, and Ieyasu was taking a first view of the patients and the deceased that were being burnt at the periphery of the village.
Kat hurried to help the one-eyed warlord with the cooking, stirring into the large cauldron as much as her injured shoulder, helping plate portions of porridge into the bowl with the ladle and distributing it around for the people standing in line. They were starving and in awful states, many of them with pustules all over their skin, but the soldiers kept them well in check so they wouldn't start an outright riot. It was well into the middle of the night that all the people were fed and satisfied that the village streets emptied out. There wasn't much food left for the two warlords and the doctor, but they were able to sit down at a small table outside, with some tea to fill their bellies.
"Miss. I'm hungry." a small voice was heard from the side, and as soon as the trio turned, they saw a young girl, of about 4 years old. Her face was dirty and her hair was unbrushed, her clothes ragged and unkept, yet she had a puppy begging face as she held out the bowl towards the girl, hoping for a portion of food.
"Come here, darling." Kat reached out her hands towards the girl and pulled her in her lap. "Can you eat by herself?" she asked, but the answer was a shake of her head. "Okay. Open wide, little fairy." the red head smile, one arm snaked around the child's back, holding the bowl, while with the other, she took spoonfuls of of porridge, feeding the girl.
"Thank you, miss! I was really hungry." after finishing the whole bowl, the little girl smiled sweetly. "I haven't eaten in three days." this comment made the trio frown, realisation of how tough the situation really is, dawning on them.
"Did your mum not have anything to make food with?" Masamune reached out to pinch the girl's face, and she giggled cutely.
"She did, but mummy died three days ago from the plague, and I don't know how to make food." her voice was so serene, as if things weren't affecting her in the slightest. But it was affecting the adults.
"Are you all alone in your house?" Masamune asked again.
"Well... It's not reaaaaally a house. Daddy kicked mummy out of the house after having me, so we've been living in the horse's stable ever since." Kat felt her world spin, hearing those words. How could people be so cruel?!
"And where is your daddy, sweetling?" the doctor was going to break her oaths and wring the man's neck.
"He's the village chief." their faces fell from shock. Clearly, they can't go on like this. No wonder the village was in such disarray, if the leader was such a heartless moron, all the people would be in chaos.
"How would you like to stay with us, little fairy?" the girl instantly lit up and started giggling and applauding, nodding her head up and down vigorously.
"Can I? Can I? Really?!" she was so excited that she almost bounced off Kat's lap.
"Easy, little fairy, or you'll take off flying with the butterflies." the red head chuckled. "Are you still hungry?"
"A bit... But others are hungrier. Is there any left for them too?" as soon as the princess asked who 'them' were, the little girl pointed to a bunch of children that were timidly daring to approach.
"Masamune, do we have any ingredients ready to make some more porridge?" Kat asked, making the cyclops get up and rummage through the sack by the cauldron.
"Yup. Kat, get the little fairy back to your room and take care of her. I'll make something for these little guys." nodding at her, the red head picked the little one up, getting ready to get her to their house.
"My name is Aiko! Mummy told me I'm a child conceived from love!" the more she spoke, the more damage the child did to the adults.
"That's a beautiful name, little fairy. Now let this Fox Princess take care of you while we make some food for your friends." Masamune ruffled her hair.
"But you're a man! Man don't cook!" she gasped loudly.
"Yes, they do, little fairy. If they want to survive war, they need to eat. They can't afford to bring their women into the war. They let them home, to protect them. So, when they're on the field, they have to survive, right?" the man grinned at the surprised girl.
"You're so cool! You three are so cool! I'm so happy you're here to save us!" the girl was adorable as she was laughing, being taken back to the house the three lords will be staying at. It was the residence of the Lord's right hand, so it was filled with servant and luxury. As soon as she got inside, Kat ordered the maids to draw a bath and get some fresh clothes for a child.
It was Aiko's first bath, but she giggled constantly and was so obedient that Kat thought it was far easier to give a kid a bath, compared to even her small puppy. And she had such a beautiful black hair which she was let to brush as soon as she dried. The clothes the little girl wore now were soft and comfortable, and tucked in the Princess' futon, she fell asleep almost instantaneously, but not before calling out for her mummy in a soft, muttering voice.
Though Kat's heart was shattered, she kept fighting to stay strong, and left the house, going back to where the warlords were discussing something. By the looks of it, the children were already fed, for they were alone. What a relief. She sat back down at her seat and stretched her arms, cracking some of her bones to get some tension off. "It was pretty productive for half an evening, huh? Still, we should go sleep soon, we've got a lot of work to do tomorrow." she spoke, sipping from the now cold tea.
"Slow down, Kat, you're going so fast, you can't keep up." Masamune chuckled, handing her a bowl of food, still lukewarm. "Sorry, this is the only thing left. Those kids were starving."
"Ah, right, I forgot I haven't eaten. Thanks a lot for keeping some for me." she took her time eating, hoping to fool her stomach into thinking it's fuller than it was. They couldn't afford to waste rations away too quickly, they had a whole week to stay around.
"There are a lot of sick people in the late stage of the disease, but there are enough healthy ones. Tomorrow morning, we start early with the Variolation. I found enough sick cows and I sampled away the pus from their pustules." Ieyasu informed her.
"That's perfect. Diligent and hard-working as always. Thank you, Ieyasu." she smiled gratefully at him. "But... Ieyasu... Have you ever had smallpox?"
"No." his answer was blunt and deadpan that even Masamune was staring at him in shock.
"Do you have any idea at how high a risk you are?!" Kat's jaw was down on the floor.
"I do. That's why, tomorrow, you'll be teaching me the procedure... By practicing it on me." he was as shocking as always. "People only know of the Variolation that killed a ton of people, so it became a taboo practice. If a Daimiyo gets Variolated, however, we get a chance to educate the people and giving them courage that it's going to save them." his reasoning was correct, but it was still risky.
"I'll be damned. For someone who never takes risks, you sure are bold, Ieyasu! You really are indomitable!" Masamune roughly patted his back, his laugh booming loudly as always.
"Shut up, cyclops." Ieyasu muttered, pushing Masamune away from him.
"This mission is going to be a great success, you guys. Let's do this right and win our war. For Nobunaga. For Japan. And for peace." with a determined smile, the other two got inspired, and nodded their heads, confident and sure of themselves.
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Let's talk about inexperienced pervert Leviathan who wants to buy his favourite human a very intimate gift.
Leviathan x gn!Reader
NSFW // Content: Sex toys; invasion of privacy; light dom/sub undertones; pet names; demon form!Levi; tail-fucking. 1.2k words.
Inexperienced!Perv Levi is a nervous mess because he's so eager to satisfy you. The thought of you leaving his bed unsatisfied and wanting more makes his belly churn with envy. He can't even begin to imagine who or what you might turn to for satisfaction, if not him.
He doesn't care if you want to use toys alone or with him (preferably with him, so he can watch) but he desperately wants you to use what he buys for you, so you'll think of him when you use them.
He visits the adult section of Akuzon in incognito mode when you’re not around. His cherry-red cheeks burn furiously as he scrolls through all the toys and the tools and the clothes available. He's seen these in his adult movies and games, but he never really needed to buy anything until now.
He's tempted to forget the whole thing, but when he starts imagining you wearing lingerie like this, or how you might respond if he used that particular toy on you, he finds the motivation to keep looking.
Inexperienced!Perv Levi isn't confident enough to buy you things without knowing with absolute certainty what your preferences are. Your rejection of such a personal gift is the sort of mortification that will surely kill him.
He's not confident about asking you about your preferences, either. He knows you'll have these conversations eventually, considering that you're officially dating now, but he's too impatient.
He doesn't know how to ask you in an obscure, roundabout way that would save him the embarrassment of asking you outright.
Inexperienced!Perv Levi decides the next best thing is to do a little investigating the next time he's in your room.
You don't think twice about handing over your D.D.D. when he asks to use your phone for something. When you're distracted or out of the room, he quickly looks through your browser bookmarks and your personal Akuzon account history for clues.
He has even more time later while you're grabbing snacks from the kitchen, so he peeks under your bed, inside your closet and in your nightstand drawers.
(He doesn't see the harm—he didn't touch anything he found, no matter how much he might've been tempted to—and he's confident that you'll never know anyway.)
He quickly takes a picture of what he finds so he can look at them later in the privacy of his room.
Inexperienced!Perv Levi spends another week agonizing over the decision to actually purchase the damn toy once he finds one similar to something you currently have.
(The first toy he buys for you is close in size to his own cock, and it's a damn near match to the colour of his scales which he finds appealing on so many levels.)
He waits until you're intimate again before he surprises you with his little gift. He hopes that messy kisses and grinding against each other with not-enough friction will help soothe his nerves and reduce the chances you'll reject him it.
He presents the box to you with a flourish, and he covers his blushing cheeks with his arm while he drinks in your reaction—but it's not what he expected.
His achingly-hard cock strains against his boxer briefs between your bodies. You straddle his hips gently, teasing him with little rocking motions that make him bite his lip to muffle his whimpers and little moans. You smile at him so sweetly when you look over the box in your hand. You set the box aside and lean forward, bracing yourself with one palm splayed open on his chest. "It's so thoughtful that you bought this for me—for us," you say, correcting yourself with a cheeky smile, "but why would I need another toy when I have this?" you ask, flicking the tip of his tail. A bead of sweat drips over his brow and you lick your lips when he swallows nervously, his mouth opening and closing in utter shock. His body trembles with desire and a bit of nervous anticipation, and his tail twitches slightly where it lays draped across his lap in front of you. "See, it even vibrates, too," you point out to him kindly, and he knows you're not teasing him because you sound so fascinated. When you wrap your hand around the tip of his tail and stroke it gently—the same way you might pump his cock, like he desperately wants you to more than anything at this moment—he throws his head back with a loud, defeated whine.
Inexperienced!Perv Levi does his best to listen to you and do as you ask, because he doesn't want to disappoint you—
(he never wants to disappoint you)
—but he can't help the overwhelming sensations that consume him when you finally sink down onto the tip of his tail.
Inexperienced!Perv Levi lets you set the pace so you can move as fast or as slow as you want.
He's so careful about keeping still so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but he can't help how badly his body shakes.
He stares enraptured at the way your eyes flutter closed as you move, and the way your lips part around a soft, quiet sigh, and he finally believes that you like this.
He can feel the slick, syrupy glide of your body wrapped around him, and his untouched cock throbs with each pleased noise you make and every tantalizing roll of your hips.
Inexperienced!Perv Levi covers his face with both his hands when you tell him breathlessly how delightful his scales feel inside you, about how they appear deceptively smooth against your skin but they seem to fill you so deliciously and it makes you want more.
He's torn between wanting to stare at you fucking yourself on his tail because this is the hottest thing he's ever seen, or looking away in shame and embarrassment because he likes this too damn much.
(He's also afraid that he's going to paint the inside of your hand or your mouth or your hole the moment you finally touch his cock.)
Inexperienced!Perv Levi doesn't notice right away that you've stopped moving, and he peeks at you through a gap in his fingers to see what's wrong.
(He knows you're still there with him, of course—he can still feel you clenching around the tip of his tail inside you—)
"Oh, baby," you murmur, "there's no need to be shy. You wanna make me come, don't you?" He nods furiously against the pillow, and he lets out an undignified little squeak when you suddenly reach for his hands. You lean over and hold his hands in yours, trapping them on either side of his head. "I won't come unless you watch me come, Levi." His eyes widen as he meets your heated, lustful stare, and his treacherous gaze roams further down your body. His eyes, wet and blown-black with lust, fixate on the gap between your legs where his tail is still trembling inside you. "I wanna make you feel good," his voice cracks as he whines quietly, and his hot, damp breath fans across your skin as he pants loudly underneath you. "Good boy," you whisper, reaching for his cock the same moment you start rocking your hips again. He just manages to hold back his own orgasm so he can watch you fall apart first. You breathe his name when you come, and he whimpers yours, and it's perfect.
(He stares at his slick-soaked tail when you lift off it with a little whimper of your own, and his cock twitches with renewed interest.)
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I am sorry this is so late to the ask about favorite fics, but I am a slow not so great writer, and it is also very long 😬. But I still wanted to share this with you, and I hope you like it! Anyways here’s my top ten!
1.) Et Tu
So this is my favorite and most reread. You build the tension so masterfully that it is like a noose tightening around the mc’s neck. The glances and looks from each team member during practice are used to skillfully inform the reader and are used as reference during the confrontation (gotta love continuity!). The fact that you referenced earlier in the fic made me super happy. I immediately knew you were a good writer the second I read it (I mean I already knew you were good, but I feel it was this moment I was like your not just good but phenomenal) The confrontation scene is amazing it had me going from anticipation and curiosity to thirsty so fast. I also liked the fact that you once again described the team in the locker room, so we could know how their dynamic with the reader changed once they were in private. Is beautiful 100/10 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 gold stars
2.) Like Nobody Else
You are a queen of building tension as seen in most of your works, but this one was the pinnacle of everything I wanted:
soulmates ☑️, yandere ☑️, smut ☑️
Like you put all of my favorites in one fic and I was like ma’am this is some queen level writing. It’s so amazing I have read it multiple times. Will read it again. Never gets old. Will probably go reread it again now.
3.) Bully
Ah yes once again the spice that gives me life ~tension~. So much so that it is the first thing I have written for all top 3. Your just so good at writing it. Unfortunately I don’t really know how to explain how amazing you are at building tension. Like I can cut the tension in your writing with a super dull plastic butter knife (if that even makes sense???). I like how in this fic it isn’t just Oikawa, but also his fan club getting involved. Whenever his fan club is involved it’s like soft very small crime Lord vibes cause it’s other people doing his bidding. I will get my mafia au fix in anyway I can get it until you update Lion’s Den. Ok got off track there, anyways I like all the character interactions in this fic and how Oikawa corners the readers throughout it. Also I have thoroughly enjoyed all the Drabbles you wrote for Bully.
4.) Feral
This is the first fic of yours I read. I love this one as well as your other BNHA fics. I love how you write Hawks in this, and the more you write BNHA fics the better you’ve gotten at writing the characters. There is always a learning curve when writing a for a new character or fandom, but as you’ve gotten more comfortable writing in this world your works have improved. This is the fic I felt as a reader you were getting more comfortable writing for BNHA. It’s such a good fic too. I love how you wrote snapped Hawks in this. I am so happy I found you and this fic.
5.) For Old Times Sake
I love this one so much. Probably cuz the Miya twins are in it lol. I don’t know why?? but I love your description of the pool flashback I just do? Like I will go open the fic and scroll right to that part and reread it. Like I love that scene so much that when you open your requests back up Imma probably ask for a prequel just for an extended pool scene. Like the twins orchestrating getting everyone drunk and then once the reader is making out with them each twin takes turns shooing everyone else out of the pool so they can be alone~.
Anyways amazing fic. Like so good in fact that I moved it up the list twice.
6.) Dirty
👏 MY CRUSTY BOI 👏
You did so good with the smut in this fic. I know you said you were going to practice writing smut more and I want you to know it either A.) paid off (even though I didn’t think you needed practice it the first place because your good at writing smut) or B.) in the case this was practice that you no longer need to practice and that you are now a smut master. Good stuff, and was an amazing surprise to find during my daily check of your tumblr. Here another gold star to add to your collection ⭐️
7.) Good Girl
I call this one the OG even though it isn’t your first fic. I think I started calling it the OG once I figured out it was your first Haikyuu!! smut on AO3. I really liked all the character interactions in this. If you ever feel up to posting the first draft with yandere Sugawara so we can see how the original confrontation plays out and how this changes the interactions I would love to read it. Cause honestly the more yanderes the better lol. Also Oikawa was really hot in this like 🥵. Love reading the second chapter cause the smut is fantastic. Also really liked the cliffhanger to be continued ending that also has a certain amount of finality to it. I have no clue how you were able to write the ending like this for Good Girl or any of your other fics, but I’m happy you write the endings this way. It leaves me fine with the ending you have but leaves the door open for you to revisit and add more to completed fics which can be done through drabbles or with a part 2. Just really well done 👍
8.) Dear Old Friend
First Atsumu, then we get Kiyoomi, and then in a drabble Osamu!!! Hell yeah! The interaction between the reader the yanderes is so different compared to your other fics and I really enjoyed drunk reader. Drunk reader is always fun would read anytime.
9.) Outrunning Fate and Breaking Point
People have said it before and I’ll say it again your souls mate fics are phenomenal. As if that wasn’t enough then you wrote drabbles about both fics. It’s like your trying to steal my heart here like damn. I loved both these fics so much that I couldn’t decide between the two and now they both get to be here. Part of this decision came from the fact that both fics have wildly different dynamics, and the other half was me unable to leave one off the list.
10.) Bite the Bullet
YAAS! Love the make out scene in this and the possessiveness of the Shiratoizawa team. My goodness just take all of my gold stars why don’t you ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Side notes to the top ten list:
- Like I knew what Haikyuu!! was I just hadn’t read or watched it yet when I came across your works. So while I was reading everything I kept on having to google characters and read their wiki pages lol. You know a fanfic is good when you dedicate yourself to entering a new fandom.
-I get so nervous writing Japanese names since my autocorrect is so sensitive and corrects them when I don’t notice so I don’t use a lot of the character’s names lol
-I wrote this before Split came out otherwise it would have been on the list, and I also forgot that Final girl existed and then went to make sure I got all the titles right and was like 🤭 oh no. But alas the list was already made.
-I went into this being all serious and then .2 seconds later it turned into whatever the hell my bastard hands typed so my bad. Also I feel as if I come off as aggressive at points and I need you to know I’m not trying to be aggressive I’m just very passionate about how good u are at writing.
-anyways
-YOUR SO GOOD AT WRITING💖
-sorry for yelling
-please get some sleep u are precious and need to rest. very happy u were able to finish writing split, but would be even happier if you didn’t derive yourself of sleep to get it done. take care of yourself first, writing second
I just-
thank you so much oh my god this is like the sweetest ask I’ve ever gotten i’m crying like?? who gave you the right?? sdfghghjk i’m gonna need a moment 😭
#ask#anon#long post#i don't have words but i hope you know you reduced me to a blushing sobbing mess#ily#you're the sweetest#you have my undying love
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