#i need to keep seeing yato n everyone else

[suguru-getos]

yandere genshin characters x punishments (gn! reader)

warnings: yandere themes, mdni, mentions of emotional, sexual abuse, isolation, manipulation, degradation.

a/n: feeling dark sorta way 😈

characters included: scaramouche, ayato, diluc,

scaramouche: things with him range from getting minor chidding for being mouthy to a full blown rage fest. he is scared of hurting you physically knowing the intense power he holds. plus— it isn’t very good to hurt the people we love; right? all he wants is to protect you. keep you safe and sound. not his problem that you can’t understand what’s truly, undeniably good for you. uses isolation as his weapon. you would be locked in, spoiled with your favorite food, on time. but you aren’t allowed to see anyone, not even him… one week in & you are already vulnerable & folded. the silence is tearing your eardrums apart. there is nothing you miss more than to be held by scara. to talk to him…. to be with him & listen to him spoil you. so the next morning when he comes to you with food, you break down. big fat tears rolling through your cheeks as you hug him, shoulders dropped low and anxiety folding you. “please— kuni, please don’t leave me alone, i don’t like this,” the break in your voice almost breaks his heart. but he knows you need to learn your lessons. and sometimes, not in the most desired of ways. “good little angel, sssh~” he cooes, kissing your forehead. “but i want to really, really know if you mean your words. let’s make it another two days hm?” the look of betrayal in your eyes is soon swiped away, when he leans in and kisses you softly, but his will & decision unshakable. maybe after another two days, you will understand how much, you are lucky enough to have someone like him tend to you, always.

ayato: ayato has two sides, one that is ever so gentle, kind, tolerant to your antics. the other… is the side that you never want to see; the spoiled, belittling brat side to him. “surely you must know by now why exactly you are treated like a whore?” ayato mused, watching your naked sex stuffed with a dildo that was of his size. “do you even deserve to be touched by me rather?” he sits in front of you, it’s been literal hours you have been forced to cockwarm the toy. tears prickling into your eyes, you whine out & bite your lip. all of this because you decided to tell ayato that he isn’t deserving of you, that you’d rather be a slut to any man that be his lover. because ayato is selfish, self-centered & narcissistic. and you— almost had enough of it. ‘almost’ until you saw this side of him. the side drenched with cruelty and mania. “yato-“ you cried out, “uh uh uh? what did you say?” you immediately flinched at that statement, correcting your words, “waka sama- i’m sorry, i’m sorry— please!” it felt a little too overwhelming, overbearing, with how he sat next to you, tending to his official matters until he decided it was time to take a break. you almost forgot that ayato loves you, sickeningly, disgustingly but he does… feeling smaller, and smaller. almost insignificant in front of his wrath. “i’m sorry—” you managed to mumble one more time, knowing completely well it was not what he wanted to hear. “i will never go to anybody else,” that got you a change of his look. he was looking at you with softened eyes, almost reconsidering his idea of punishing you any further. scoffing at your statement, his gloved hands removed the toy from your drooling sex, kissing it softly. “good little thing,”

diluc: the wine tycoon of monstadt was already intimidating to everyone. coursing fear and respect through everyone’s veins whether they wanted it or not. all you had to do, to feel the same anxiety from his otherwise warm presence was to go out of dawn winery, and get yourself surrounded by cryo slimes. why would you never understand that you. are not. allowed. to step. the fuck out? diluc didn’t talk to you, he didn’t want to hurt his angel by words, or by actions after he safely protected you. but his aloofness was killing you already. truth be told, diluc was a soft yandere, and you dearly, dearly loved him. leaving you be by your rooms, working his job as the dark knight. and coming back to sleep in a bed that is different from yours was enough to carve little pieces of your heart out into the abyss. you loved him, and you wanted to be loved. the silent treatment was not helping— despite you waking up early and waiting long in the nights to get a chance to talk to him. it just wasn’t working. diluc was not happy… until one day you just couldn’t take it, your silent sobs echoed through his room when he came home one night. immediately rushing towards you and hugging you tenderly. “hey hey hey— why are you crying?” diluc softly cooed, kissing your tears away. “hey- listen, i-” before he could complete, your whines escaped, sounding complaint-laced. “you don’t wanna even talk to me these days! i will never talk to you either fuckkk you!” you were angry at him, but you were leaning into his soft touch. “i love you, i’m sorry— i just, got scared okay? scared that my paranoia might hurt you and became distant..” the whole night, you and diluc got comfortable by sharing silences and sentences that you both needed to hear.

[butterflybnha]

My (Fake) Boyfriend

Fem!reader x Bakugo Katsuki

(1/?) 

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Plot: You honestly didn’t know how you were able to convince Bakugo Katsuki to be your fake boyfriend. But you especially didn't expect to start crushing on him.

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You needed a significant other. And fast. You didn't care if it was a girl, boy or someone who classified as something else. You just needed to date someone before your parents forced you into a marriage that you don't want to be in.

You were born with both of your parents quirks, an enhancing quirk as well as an enhanced quirk of your father's Wings quirk. They wanted you to be with someone who had a strong quirk and was successful, so you could take care of your children at home and be a good wife in the future. But that isn't what you wanted.

You wanted to be hero for people to look up to - like your favourite hero Hawks, your parents were slapped in the face with that when your letter from U.A. came in the mail. So from the start of your first year they started to look for someone, who they deemed as perfect for you to marry. It was annoying. 

Now in your third year at U.A, your parents found someone for you. With your 18th birthday around the corner, they told you about the marriage, it was with a 21 year old business man who was rich and had a powerful quirk. You wanted nothing to do with him, nothing to do with the marriage. So you were going to try and leave it somehow...

"So Y/n..." Your father started the conversation as you had started to stuff your face with the food in front of you. Your mother kicked your foot lightly, telling you silently to be more 'lady-like' and not to stuff your face with the food. You used your hand to cover your mouth as you swallowed the food in your mouth already, using the sleeve to wipe off whatever had gotten on your face.

"So, you know how you are going to be 18 soon...." You just hummed as a response, taking small bites of the food now, glancing at your mother, seeing that she now approved with how you were eating and acting, it just caused you to roll your eyes. "And you are still single.."

Glances were exchanged between your parents. Soon your mother sighed softly and cleared her throat. "We have set you up on a date with a male who we think you should consider marrying-" You coughed violently as you choked on the pasta in your mouth. "What?!" You looked at your parents, getting another light kick at your leg. "Don't raise your voice." 

"You set me up on a date with someone, who I don't even know?!" You ignored the glare from your mother as you didn't quiet down like she had asked you to do. "Yes we did dear." Your mother continued. "You can't just stay single for your entire life, and we believe that Mr Yato will be a good husband for you. So we are setting you up on a date-"  

You had to think of something, something to stop this date.

"I'm already dating someone." You regretted when those words left your lips, but you had to stick with this. "Yeah, he has a strong quirk and he is trying to become a hero too..." Your mother's eyebrow raised a bit at your answer. "You are? Why didn't we hear about this earlier."

"We wanted to keep it secret from everyone, to make sure we are right for each other. We have been dating since our second year at U.A..." Your gaze moved away from your mother's, hoping she would believe your lie to her.

"Well I would like to meet them. See if they are good for you." Your father spoke and looked to you. "Tell them that we want to meet them next week Saturday." You just nodded slightly.

You needed a partner. Now

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You were stressed, You needed to date someone, someone who your parents would approve on. Who could that be?

Todoroki? No, he may be endeavours son, but you were only acquaintances, it would be weird to ask him all of a sudden. Midoriya? No he would just be a nervous mess. Kirishima-

"Oi dumbass." You felt someone flick your forehead. Hissing a bit, you glared at the person who sat in front of you. He was leaning on the chair, facing backwards on his chair as he stared at you, a usual annoyed look was set on his face. "What the hell is wrong with you?" It wasn't a questiong, it was a demand for you to tell him what was wrong

You looked at him, pressing your lips together, debating on if you would tell him about your problem, its not like he would help, he might just laugh and tell you good luck with it. What's the harm in telling him, he might just tell you to go ask Kaminari or Kirishima to help

"I need a boyfriend to impress my parents. Not a real one, I just need a fake one." You told him softly. You stared at him, expecting him to laugh and tell you good luck.

"I'll do it."

[bakugoukatsukiswife]

Buy Your Love

A/N: So this is me ATTEMPTING to write about having sex with Hawks on a fancy ass yacht.. like everyone is thirsting over right now because of that move ‘365 Days’. Personally, I didn’t like the movie at all but the boat scene had me feeling some way cause I was picturing Hawks the whole time. I really wanted to some good smut with Hawks on a boat and HOPEFULLY I did it justice. Idk I kind of feel like I need a cold shower after this so maybe I did good? ALSO I dropped in some Yagami Yato nicknames she does with Hawks, I couldn’t resist. Anyways, enjoy babes!!

Warnings: Hair pulling, spanking, spitting, name calling, dirty talk. Pure smut. 18+. 

Words: 2K

To say that you were dating the number two hero Keigo Tamaki, otherwise known as Hawks, was complicated to determine. He would wine and dine you, take you out for scenic flights at night in Japan, make you feel as if you were the only girl in the world. He was smooth with his words, they flowed off his tongue like honey, sweet and enticing to you while his looks were an added bonus. He knew that he was a charmer, he tried his hardest to make you fall for him in the few months you had known him; but you knew you were nothing special to him, you were just another prize to be won in his eyes. 

Of course you were, or else you wouldn’t have been given a magazine article by a concerned coworker talking about Hawks and his new ‘girlfriend’ who had gone on a getaway trip recently. It shouldn’t matter, right? You and Hawks weren’t a thing, it’s not like anything would ever happen between you two anyway. 

Work had tired you out, you had just gotten out of the shower and you were about to head to bed when you heard a tapping on your balcony window. You sighed as you opened the curtain, meeting eyes with Hawks as he waved at you before you opened the sliding door, allowing him to step in. 

“Hey there, baby bird. How was your day?” Hawks asked as he came toward you, mouth twitching downward slightly when you stepped away a bit. 

“Shouldn’t you be with your other lady friend?” You questioned him, daring to look up at his face despite the loud pounding of your heart flooding your ears. Hawks quirked a brow at you, his head tilting slightly as he caught sight of the magazine on your dresser before he let out a slight chuckle. 

“You’re really going to believe those trashy articles? The hero agency tasked me with keeping an eye on her cause she was a witness in an important case. That’s all that was,” Hawks said, rubbing at his face and you felt guilt encase your heart since you could tell he was being honest. Your heart started to pick up the pace when Hawks’ wings brushed against your back and you realized just how close Hawks really was when he leaned down, his golden-brown eyes serious. 

“Besides, there’s no one else I want. You should know this by now, songbird.” Hawks said, the nickname he gave you sending shivers through you. He gently ran his knuckles across your cheek, chuckling. “It’s cute when you’re jealous though,” Hawks said and you bristled at his accusation. 

“I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous?” You asked, crossing your arms as you looked away from Keigo. All he responded with was a chuckle before pulling you closer to him with his wings, making color rise to your face. 

“Want to come with me somewhere fun?” Hawks asked, a playful tone to his voice and you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Where?” You asked and Hawks tsked. 

“Yes or no?” He asked, his eyes hopeful and you sighed. 

“Yes,” You answered, and Hawks pulled you close to him before taking off into the night. You clutched tightly to him as he headed towards the ocean and you could see a very big, luxurious yacht on the water. You looked up to look at Hawks and noticed that he had a smirk on his face but before you could say anything to him, he landed perfectly on the deck of the boat. 

“Keigo… what is this? This isn’t your yacht is it?” You asked Hawks as he set you down and he feigned a look of hurt as he touched his chest. 

“Hey I know I joke, but I make bank too, you know. I am the number two hero.” Hawks said as he watched you walk around the deck, taking in the massive boat. You turned to look back at him and he smiled. “Look, I know you’ve been stressed with work and stuff lately so I thought we could have a small vacation getaway on the ocean. I bought you some clothes and swimsuits so you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing,” Hawks admitted as a blush rose to his cheeks at the way you looked at him with the biggest smile on your face. 

“Oh? So this is the fun you were talking about?” You questioned as you came closer to him, eyebrow raised in question. 

“Of course, I wanted you to have a stress free week.” Hawks answered simply and you let out an exhale of breath. 

“Alright, give me the grand tour then.” You said, and Hawks happily accepted. He showed you the massive den, that had fully leather sofas and chairs with a flat screen TV, the jacuzzi on the front deck as well the bar that occupied the deck too. There were too many rooms to count by the end of it, and Hawks led you to the master bedroom that was fit for a king. Which you guess in Hawks’ case, he kind of was one. 

“So this is where you’ll be sleeping,” Hawks said, and you felt your heart clench at the notice he gave you of you both not sleeping in the same room. Yes, you and Hawks had a complex relationship, but you hadn’t slept with him or anything like that yet. It’s not like you were inexperienced or anything, you just didn’t understand why he wanted you of all people. What was so special about you? You felt your legs hit the bed and you fell back, snapping out of your gaze when you realized that Keigo was now hovering above you, his hands on either side of your head as he looked down at you with a small smirk. 

“Now, now baby bird… I thought this was supposed to be a stress free week, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Hawks asked and you felt your breath catch at how close he was, his breath hitting your face, his fingers threading through your hair that was on the bed. “Do you want to sleep with me that bad?” 

“N-no. It’s nothing,” you managed to stutter out and Hawks rolled his eyes slightly. Being in this position with Hawks was starting to become too much for you, you were excited to be here, to be with him. To forget about everything for a while, to just soak in his presence that made you feel like you were the only person in the world, that you were actually important to him. But were you? Was he just trying to buy you, buy your feelings? The longer you thought about it, you started to feel anger course through your veins and Hawks noticed that you had a different look in your eyes. 

“Keigo…” You started and he stopped his teasing, knowing that you were serious whenever you said his actual name. “Are you… are you trying to buy me? My feelings, I mean.” You managed to say and Hawks leaned back to fully look at you. 

“(Y/N)... of course I’m not.” Hawks said and your heart fluttered at the way your name left his lips. That was the first time he had called you by your name, he normally always called you ‘baby bird’, ‘songbird’, or ‘baby girl’. “You make me the happiest I’ve been in a very long time. I… like you a lot, and when I like something, I can go a little overboard with my affections. Being a pro hero has its perks, and I just like to spoil you. You’re the only one I’ve ever cared for this much, so it’s pretty new to me. I-.” Hawks was cut off when your lips met his, his hand automatically tangling in your hair. Your tongue came out to brush against his bottom lip and you heard him moan, his hand tightening in your hair while his other hand gripped at the sheets before he found the willpower to pull away. 

“Wait, (Y/N). Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked sincerely and your heart warmed at the way he looked down at you, his golden eyes dark with lust but you could tell he was holding back, for your sake. 

“Of course, Keigo,” you said and he smiled before leaning back in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. 

“Buckle up, baby bird. I’m going to have so much fun with you,” Hawks mumbled against your lips and you felt a shiver run through you at his words. Hawks hooked his fingers in your jeans before shimming them down, placing you further on the bed before removing your underwear as well and you watched as his eyes lit up at the sight before him. “You look good enough to eat. In fact, I may just take a bite,” Hawks said before diving straight into your cunt, his tongue licking a stripe up to your clit before he nibbled at it with his teeth. A moan escaped your mouth as your hands found his hair, your legs going to rest on his shoulders as Hawks sucked at your essence. 

“God, you taste so fucking good,” Hawks groaned, golden eyes looking up at you as your back arched at his tongue develing deep into your folds. He chuckled slightly, the vibrations sending chills through you as Hawks pulled you closer to him, his hands gripping at your thighs. You felt him pause and you looked down to see that he was making sure you were watching him before he pursed his lips, his saliva dripping down onto your clit as he inserted a finger inside you, causing you to tug at his hair as a whine left your lips. You moved your hips slightly, hearing Hawks let out a chuckle as you continued to try and fuck yourself on his finger. 

“You want my cock that badly, baby girl? You want me to fuck you with my cock, make you scream my fucking name as you cum for me?” He teased and you could only nod, too embarrassed to say it outloud, but Hawks tsked. 

“Yes or no?” 

“Yes! Please Keigo! I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me so badly. I need your cock inside me,” you begged and you felt as Hawks removed his finger, hearing as his belt unbuckled before the soft thud of his jeans hit the floor. Hawks gave himself a few pumps as he licked your juices off his other hand before he slowly inserted himself into you, a slow string of curses leaving his mouth as he let you adjust to his length. Let’s just say that Hawks had big dick energy, and rightly so. 

“Shit, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight for me,” Hawks said, his voice low as he started to move, his cock brushing against your walls perfectly as you let out a moan. 

“Keigo…” you moan out, pleasure coursing through your veins at the way that Hawks was grunting in your ear, his hand tangled in your hair as his thrusts picked up the pace. 

“Yeah, say my name (Y/N). I love the way you say my name, shit.” Hawks said, his teeth biting at the supple skin of your neck. His tongue came out to soothe the red marks now on you as he continued to thrust into you, heavy breathing filling the room as Hawks’ thumb ran across your bottom lip, his golden eyes staring down at you. “Open your mouth,” he commanded and you did so without hesitation. He pursed his lips again like earlier and spit into your mouth, his thrusts never slowing down as he took hold of your jaw with his thumb, index and pointer finger. 

“You like that? Dirty girl,” Hawks said and you felt heat rush through you at his words, his dirty talking and the way that he was hitting against your g-spot causing you to come dangerously close to releasing. “Are you about to cum? Cum for me, cum all over this cock.” 

Like he willed it, you came all over him with a loud moan, your pussy fluttering against his cock and you could hear Hawk grit his teeth as his hips stuttered against yours. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” Hawks said before his seed filled you up, dripping a bit onto the sheets. He slowly settled down on top of you, still inside of you as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Keigo?” You started, hearing as he let out a ‘hmmm?’. You slowly flipped over until you were on top of him, taking in the way that his chest moved up and down as he regained his breath, the way that his skin was glistening from the sweat he had worked up, taking in his body that seemed to have been molded by the gods themselves. You took in the way that his golden eyes drank you in, his hands on your hips as he licked at his lips. You leaned in close to him, inhaling sharply when his hips moved upwards slightly. 

“I didn’t want us to be done,” you admitted against his lips before moving your hips against his, his moans sounding like music to your ears. You moved your hips faster, relishing in the way that Hawks slapped your ass as he brought your lips to his. You moaned at the way that he bit down at your lip, sucking at it slightly as he brought another slap to your ass. 

“You look great riding my cock. This may be my new favorite position, kid.” Hawks said teasingly and you felt another shudder run through you at the way his voice dropped as his eyes took you in. His hands gripped at your hips, fingers digging into the skin as you rocked back and forth as a moan left your mouth at the way that his cock dragged against your walls deliciously. You felt as he moved his hips against yours, his pubic bone giving you friction against your clit. The equal friction caused your head to fall to the side as your tongue lolled out, the pleasure overwhelming you as you came for a second time, crying out Hawks’ name as he held you steady while you rode out your orgasm. Hawks thrust into you with a growl, spilling his seed into you for a second time before you laid down on him, head against his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. 

“Get some sleep, baby bird. We have plenty of time on this boat,” Hawks said as he placed a kiss on your temple as his hands ran through your hair. 

Needless to say, you guys broke in the jacuzzi and made sure to ‘sunbathe’ on the deck the next day.

[smutandfluffohmy]

Homework extension

From: Smutandfluffohhmy Pairing: OUAT Peter Pan Professor! X Reader Warnings: Smuttt and overstimulation  A/N: I was listening to Yagami Yato’s Hawks pegging audio and 🥵🥵anyone have any pegging requests 👀? This is the long overdue professor smut that I wrote but then deleted it because I hated it so I rewrote it all ✋🏻 

University had its ups and downs and your English literature professor was definitely one of the ups. His British accent definitely made everyone swoon over him however the boring way he droned on every single class certainly cancelled out his hot accent.

His shoulders were broad, and he always radiated a sort of boyish charm but God the things you would do to him if you had 20 minutes alone with him. You slightly shook your head trying to erase the thoughts and tried focusing on something else. You couldn’t pry your eyes off him so instead you decided to focus on his tie.

He always wore ties with silly things on them. Sometimes they were just random shapes of different colors, other times they were full superhero comic strips but today it was a black tie with little oragami boats on them.

The lesson dragged on and you wanted nothing more than to crawl back into your warm bed instead of sitting inside a cold classroom. Your eyes shifted from him, to his tie, to the clock and to the book proped open in front of you in a continuous cycle.

“Remember to turn in your assignments today by midnight. See you all next class” Dr.Pan said and with that everyone hurried out of the classroom without a seconds pass. Grunts and whispering filled the once quiet classroom as you huffed making your way towards your car.

This years winter was hard and unforgiving and it was especially worse for you since you were used to more warm temperatures all year round. Hugging yourself tighter you couldn’t wait to be inside your car.

The radio droned on about the weather and an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. You were new here ,knew nobody and were all alone if anything happened. Your mind wandered and before you knew it you were pulling up on your drive way.

The house wasn’t necessarily yours but your aunt let you stay there and house sit since she was always busy on business trips and both of your appreciated this temporary agreement .You eyed the houses next to yours and decided it was better now or never to finally introduce yourself to the neighbors. Your aunt didn’t tell you anything about the neighbors only that she has also never met them before.

Parking your car inside the garage you got to work on a gift of sort that would most definitely give you asking rights for a shovel next time you needed it. You got to baking your brownie turning off the heater as the kitchen radiated so much heat you felt like you were burning.Carefully cutting out each brownie you put them on two separate plates and made your way out to the cold once again.

Walking down the drive way you skipped your way to the first neighbors house and was treated with a nice old lady who profusely thanked you for the freshly baked brownies and told you she would drop off your plate as soon as she could.

‘One down one more to go’ You thought to yourself as you made your way to the other house, cursing as snow crept inside of your boot.

Inside the house Peter sighed pouring himself a glass of wine trying to relax from a long day of lecturing.The doorbell rang throughout the house, Peter sighed setting down his cup making his way to the door. You stood there looking up at your English professor. Your English professor who was wearing sweatpants and his button up shirt, half buttoned with a loosen tie. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter asked looking at you up and down trying to figure out the answer to his own question.

“Dr.Pan! Sorry I live next door I was just trying to meet my neighbors.” You said shifting the weight of the plate between your hands.

“You’re a little late how long have you’ve been living next door?” Peter said waving you inside.You walked inside grateful for getting out of the freezing weather even for a second. Your toes were freezing as the snow slid down your boot.

“Do you want a drink?” Peter asked you holding up the bottle of wine showing you what he was having. You nodded not wanting to be rude.

“Yes please professor and since the start of the semester” You said nodding at him and continued to look around his house that was filled with different house plants.

“Please call me Peter I'm your neighbor. Well at least outside of class.” He said handing you a glass, you took it afraid of dropping it. “You can take off your jacket at least defrost a bit.” He said looking for any excuse to get you inside. Truth be told you were one of his best students and wanted any excuse to keep you there a bit longer

“Thank you Pro-. Thank you Peter.” You said correcting yourself taking off your layers of wet clothes until you were left in a tank top and wet pants and socks.You continued to look around his house 

“Here you go.” Peter said handing you the cup. Smiling gratefully at him you walked towards him not noticing the things he left scattered on the floor.Falling forward you tried to regain your balance but your foot was caught on one of the various things Peter carelessly left scattered around. Waiting for the impact Peter caught you in his arms awkwardly still holding on to the cups your faces mere inches apart.

Both of you looking at the others lips and without a moment of hesitation both of you went in for the kiss. Peter placed the glasses on the counter as he picked you up carrying you off somewhere.

“The things I would do to you.” You mumbled between his pressed lips.

“Show me.” Peter said urging you on waiting to see what you were going to do. Probably a quick fuck and you’d be gone as soon as you came leaving him with the memory to jerk off later. The kiss deepened, Peter’s hands going under your shirt unhooking your bra, running a finger across your nipple. Your hands tugged his pants off of him and taking off your own pants as Peter continued to play with your nipples making you moan against his mouth.

Pushing him to sit down on the edge of the bed you dropped to your knees taking his dick in your hands slowly pumping it. Pre cum already dripping down the shaft.

Your tongue licked it up, the sensation made Peter twitch under your touch. Rubbing up and down softly sucking on his dick but not giving his enough to get off, his fingers gripping the edge of his bed. His dick was pulsing desperately wanting some friction.

“Enough with the teasing.” He said his toes curling. “I should just pick her up and fuck her senseless” Peter thought as his dick continued to twitch under your touch.But before he could do that you got to your feet.

“Get on your back” You said getting up and motioning for him to get on the bed all the way against the headboard. His dick so hard that he was sure that if you made him wait any longer he won't be able to last long.

“Come on let me cum.” He begged not wanting to move. Ignoring his pleas you pointed at the tie he still had on.

“Can I?” You asked pulling his tie from around his neck. Peter simply nodded intrigued as to what exactly you were going to do with it.Grabbing his hands and tying them to the headboard you gave it a good tug.

His hard and aching dick twitched every time you even stroked his hair. Getting ready to place yourself down on his dick Peter was already imagining how good you were going to feel around him.

“I’m so getting fired.” Peter mumbled out as he watched you lower yourself down.‘This is wrong’ He thought to himself, he wanted to get up and walk away from this but he imagined just how good you felt since you walked into class. He desperately urged himself to stop but what line was left to cross? He already kissed you, groped you, hell he was about to be balls deep inside of you

“I can stop if you want. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.” You said leaning down to bite on his neck, sucking harshly on the delicate skin.

“No no no please.” Peter pleaded between moans cursing himself for not grabbing you and fucking you when he had the chance.

“Please what?” You said into his ear as you blew air on the already sensitive spot you were sucking on his neck, the sensation making chills go down his body making his dick jump. Bucking his hips he was desperate for any sort of friction, any sort of release.

“Please let me cum” He begged trying his best to reach out to you fighting against his tie. Grabbing Peter’s dick you positioned yourself to start sliding down his shaft. Peter letting out a mix of whimpers and moans and you started to bounce up and down his dick.

“You feel so good doctor” You said in a breathy voice as you felt his dick hit deep inside of you with every stroke.

“Fuck. Oh fuck” He cursed already feeling himself unable to hold back any longer.

“What happened to your no cursing rule?” You said making your strokes slower watching as Peter buckled his hips upward trying to meet you halfway. Sliding down slowly keeping your palms pressed against Peter’s hips preventing him from moving. 

Peter didn’t last long, coming inside of you leaving him to catch his breathe. His face flushed red embarrassed for cuming so quickly but before he could form an apology you kept going making his dick twitch again. 

“Fuck I can’t keep going” He mumbled out but he didn’t want this to end.

“You’re the one that begged to cum.” You said going down to continue leaving hickeys scattered around his neck. The sensation making his dick twitch again, feeling himself get hard again. Moans left his lips, moving up and down slowly giving Peter a chance to get hard again. After all of this he was still going to jack off the second you walked out the door, knowing you were next door made his imagination go crazy.

Bouncing up and down faster Peter moaned and grunted his eyes screwed shut at the feeling of you. 

“Don’t cum yet.” You ordered not slowly down, watching Peter’s pained expression watching him come undone under you.

“Please I’m so sensitive I can’t keep going.” He pleaded groaning trying his best not to cum.

“I said not yet.” You said going up and down slower, your fingers going through his hair giving it a light tugged that made a moan leave his mouth. 

“Pleaseee” Peter moaned trying to reach for you.

“Okay.” Was all you could say.

Your hand reached for your clit, your two fingers rubbing tight circles around your clit as you kept feeling Peter’s dick hit deep inside of you. Your nails dug into his skin your moans filling the room. Peters face flushed hot ‘I’m so getting fired for this’ he thought to himself. 

Reaching your climax you twitched around his dick, letting yourself slump down on his chest. Pushing yourself up, you reached over to untie him. Pushing away your hair that was stuck to your forehead with sweat you got up putting on your clothes.

“I Uu should get going.” You said putting on your pants.

“Wait are you sure? You can sleep over if you want” The words just stumbled out of Peter’s mouth and he felt a bit guilty for wishing you would agree to stay.

You tilted your head to the side looking at him in confusion. For a moment he forgot who you were, who he was, the relationship you two had outside these four walls but when he remembered his face turned a slight shade of pink.

“Right.” He mumbled under his breath as you continued to gather up your things trying to ignore your pounding heart.

Sighing you swallowed harshly as you looked to the windows that were covered in a thick layer of snow. Dreading the short walk back to your home and just how cold it was going to be when you got back, as you reached for the door knob a ring rang through the quiet house.

‘Weather warning’ flashed on your phone.

“Hold on for a second.” Peter said as he walked over to the Tv and turned it on, a blue hue filled his face as he flicked through the channels. 

‘Hope nobody was planning on going anywhere anytime soon! The roads and houses are covered in several feet of snow. Make sure to stay in doors and stay bundled up. This has been the weather with O’Warren back to you Jan.’ The weather man said, standing in front of a green screen with an oversized coat and a wide smile. You wanted the earth to eat you up, all you wanted is to go home and pretend you didn’t just sleep with your professor.

Shifting on your feet you reached for the doorknob trying your best to unlock the various locks on the door with your shaky and mitten covered hands.

“You know you’re welcomed to stay.” Peter said from behind you standing in the same place he was. Your heart pounded in your ears un sure what to do next. Scrunching up your nose you crossed your arms over your chest.

“That would be great but I have an assignment due today and my professor is a bit of a hard ass.” You said tugging at the bottom of your jacket.

Peter let out a loud laugh “Well fuck him.” he said with a goofy smile that made your heart jump.

“I did. Still don’t think I’d get an extension.” you shrugged your shoulders wanting desperately to be in a warm bed and at this point it didn’t matter whose. He let out another laugh and reached out to you urging you to stay.

[pwapuri]

Gintsu week day 7: meant to be

It was another dawn in Edo. The katoken program had already passed and they were showing the session of the films that nobody wants to see. Gintoki woke up in a jump dreaming again about some things from the past...When he bet with Takasugi that he could find the watermelon smelling the candy, he can still hear Zura's voice in his head saying it was a bad idea. Although younger Zura was always the most prudent and pleaded with Gintoki and Takasugi to stop getting in trouble without the sensei seeing them. That was when in the dream things got mixed up and Gintoki heard kagura taking Takasugi's place encouraging him to jump off the cliff while Shinpachi cut the watermelon and said the joke was over and the years had passed. An old man with responsibilities shouldn't do these things. It was true.

Upon seeing the friends of past and present, with the ghost of time on top of everyone gintoki woke up with kagura mumbling sleep and Shinpachi without the cover that fell off the sofa. The three had fallen asleep while the katoken program.

-Hey. Go to bed ... Do you all want to get a cold or...

He looked at the two young lying on the couch without concern. How long had it been like this?

At the age that Kagura now had, gintoki had lost Shouyo to the tendoushuu and at the age of Shinpachi he had already killed so many amantos and government officials that he had stopped worrying.

That was all he had now. It was more than he could ever imagine to have. When Otose found him and took him home, Gintoki went through the front door of what is now Yorozuya and thought that how big the space was, even that the space was just three times bigger than the prison cell. There was nothing, no furniture or equipment. He thought about how he would do business being who he was, without a title or master. But as soon as began to know the neighborhood and become friends with people and so they started to trust in his services, It wasn't long before he found these two idiots who started to follow him. That  room now looked tiny. Even though Shinpachi sometimes looked at him with contempt and even though he never managed to pay the month, making them be shamed. When they looked at him with admiration, when they asked for help or advice, everything was worth it. He never thought of it as a family because it is dangerous ... as companions it might be cowardly because he knew it was more. But he liked to think that this was another one of those feelings to which no name is given.

And out of all the people he met, almost all had the same title for him ... maybe not as strong as those two little pests who lived with him and whom he paid full attention to ...

All the idiots who gathered around him made him feel that way, indescribable.

As the day came he was thinking about his own life. Those kids weren't going to stay there forever ... nothing is eternal. But where the hell had space for a normal life? Staying here and there with a woman under his arm like the gorilla couple he knew? Or Zura and ikumatsu? No ... none of that seemed natural. Just imagining it made him shiver. The only situation in which he thought to walk around having a normal life was with Ketsuno Ana because he was going to show her off to the world ... after all, it was Ketsuno Ana. But of course it wouldn't be so good in reality after all, He didn't want to burn his wings getting too close to the sun ...and speaking of sun, what time was that?

Looking at the clock, he saw that there were six. He remembered tsukuyo's schedule by chance ... always by chance.

'Believe me, this is the time when I come home.'

After asking what time the hell she stopped working, that's what she answered. He marked her words because it was hard to believe that there were people who enjoyed working so much

He started thinking about things three years ago ... about the woman who had a destiny similar to him. She killed the master herself to protect someone else. What irritated him was perhaps because she was so different from him ... working and working instead of enjoying the life that the master gave her. After thinking so much he understands, her life and his are the same. The difference is that to forget, or rather, to remember that she is alive, she works.

The two were so similar and yet so different. Damn thought that bothered him. Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't she make herself more of an idiot? Why it had to be so independent and beautiful? Beautiful ... a soul so pure and clean. Ah, that was a perfect attribute to keep him interested. But in the end it was impossible to keep something with that woman using just that ... he didn't worth it for her. He was weak and coward, afraid to lose those two lying on the couch, afraid of losing the friendship of others and was afraid of losing the life he won after losing everything two times. Starting over was tiring, new house, new goals, all of this is scary. It was already difficult to keep the feelings in place with those people around him. Imagine new sensations and the worst, new obligations.

But among those moments of fear, he wanted to throw everything up when he remembered that she liked him. She liked it enough to understand that he wasn't hers, who the hell gives up what loves to make someone else happy? What was her problem? Cowardice or courage? But after all, he didn't have the right to speak ...was he's fault to make that so clear , oh look! He thought, we are the same after all.

-maybe today she changes her mind and decides to say she loves me?

It would never happen. Otae and kyuubei were the first to say what he already knew. He was the one who must say he loved her or not. But he couldn't. First because he wasn't going to destroy her heart saying he didn't love her and secondly because he didn't like lying. It was not easy as with Sachan, that is a good woman (in many ways) but dosent work with him. Worse, she knew it and continued to insist.

Tsukuyo no, it was her and that damned hope... so he had to scream that she shouldn't have hope for a no future like him, but scream what she already knew?

Call to tell that you love her and can't live without the smell of lavender and cigarettes. That she's perfect for you in every detail. That she completes you.

Damn ... she knows. And yet she continues to look with those eyes. Eyes full of love and concern, even with a hard mouth to give cruel answers. Maybe he should call and say it. Call now!

Call and tell her to forget you, not to show up! That you can't love her and she needs to move on

What a mess...

What kind of feeling is that? As he thought again, it had no name, no shape. Where does he get these thoughts from?

Finally he picked up the phone and dialed. he thought of the bullshit he was doing on the first touch. Twisting the telephone cord sitting on the chair in the office, he began to murmur: 'Kestuno Ana I'm not cheating on you', 'believe me she's just a friend', 'this thing in my chest isn't what you thinking', 'I haven't seen her for months, I haven't spoken to her ... I'm the crooked savior of her home, I need to see how things are going', 'it doesn't mean betrayal, right?'

Four rings and no one answered. 'ah I knew ... she must have slept it, in fact it was what I should do too'

-Hello?

Everything went white. For a moment he forgot how to answer a phone. he heard the serious voice of the guardian of yoshiwara

-ham ... it's me. Is everything okay out there?

-gintoki is that you?

-Of course, did you think it was the joestar jotaro or something?

-Is this time to call? Have you looked at your watch? When was the last time you woke up so early in life?

What a regret.

-I thought something had happened, you ungrateful bitch

-What the hell would have happened that I couldn't have called the next day ?! You goddamned hollow head!

-My phone rang and I'm just checking, your stupid! -Said gintoki

All lies, the most poorly told. And she knew, again, she knew. She couldn't even hide the excitement of hearing after a night of patrol the voice of the man she loved most in the world.

-Well, it wasn't me... but I thank you for your concern. But there's nothing here that I can't handle. Unless a new yato king appears I don't need your services

-you are really stupid and boring! You will die unmarried! Damn time I called

-grumpy! Damn time I answered!

After a few seconds of silence gintoki was preparing to hang up when tsukuyo interrupted:

-but is everything really okay? Kagura and Shinpachi, are you all okay?

That was what destroyed him. She was like that, tough and sweet ... not much different from the others but something in her gentle way to say those things, how does she do that?

-yea. All right

-How about you? Is everything really okay?

Tsukuyo was never able to disguise it, she wanted to receive that call so much that it seemed like a dream. She was so happy to see that Gintoki remembered the time when she came home ... even though were it by chance. She thanked the universe and begged the man to continue the conversation

-Well, I had a weird dream ...

From that point on, the conversation lasted until the sun started to heat everything up again, until just before Shinpachi opened his eyes and saw the phone off the hook while gintoki slept on the desk. The desperation for the high bill made him yell at Gintoki and force him showering and getting ready, it was too late and they had promised to fix a roof at 11. Gintoki complained but was completely happy to have talked to tsukuyo. The two fell asleep hanging from the phone and it made them feel young again, as if for a moment everything was possible.

After all, that's what they were. The relationship between Gintoki and Tsukuyo might never leave the paper, there would never be room for a normal life ... but what was normal for them anyway? So it was enough. This enormous feeling of joy filled  and satisfied him. They never meant to be something because they were already everything for each other.

....

-Tsukuyo, Thank you for love me

-Thank you for letting me love you

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This was the most difficult prompt for me, I don't know why...I've tryed everything...edits, fanarts, comic. None of this managed to transmit my feels abou it. I'll make some fanart for the long prompt but, thats it!

[lightupmyass]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: smut, slight fluff, pwp

Warnings: EXTREME DIRTY TALK, LIKE JUST STRAIGHT FUCKING SIN, unprotected sex, Daddy! Hoseok, Sub! Reader, slight public sex, mentions of exhibitionism, rough fucking, aftercare

Word count: 3037

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry that there's not much plot but uh, I've recently gotten into Yagami Yato's audios soooo um, I needed to write something with dirty talk. Its not nearly as good but I hope you enjoy!

“What’s the matter, baby? Can't keep yourself under control?” Hoseok whispers in your ear, your thighs rubbing together under the blanket. It was difficult, keeping quiet right now. It was movie night in the dorm and Hoseok was right next to you, doing anything to get you riled up while surrounded by the boys. The TV was loud, drowning out Hoseok's words from anyone else but you. “Hobi, please stop.” You tell him, getting embarrassed. Luckily you’re sitting at the end of the couch, Hoseok next to you while Yoongi sits next to him, Jimin on the other end. “Why? Don’t you like it when I do this? Make you lose control just by talking in your ear?” You bite back a little gasp, your chest heaving. The movie has barely even started and he’s already got you wrecked.

“Don’t you like it when I tell you how good you look? How much I wanna lay you down and make you feel so good? What do you want me to do, baby?” A wave of heat rushes through you as different pictures flash through your mind, all of the ways he has, and will, made you go absolutely insane. You can’t speak, too afraid that someone will hear you and your squeaky, embarrassed voice, so you shake your head. “Hm? Not gonna talk? Well then, wanna hear everything I wanna do to you?” The end of his sentence is breathy, a low growl hidden deep in his throat as he flips every switch he knows you have. You love it when he talks like this, when he growls in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck as absolute sin tumbles from his lips, the moment only shared by the two of you.

“I wanna make you a trembling, quaking mess for me. Wanna reach each and every inch inside of you until you lose your mind. Feel your tight pussy quiver around me while I remind you who you belong to. Do you want that, baby? Want me to fuck you so good that you can’t even remember your own name?” He asks, his lips trailing across your neck, making you shiver. You bite your lip as you snake your hand between your thighs, needing some sort of friction. “You want me to pound my cock so deep inside of you that you see stars? Make you cry out for me? Make sure everyone here can know how good I can make you feel?” Fuck, he’s getting to you. Your breathing gets shorter as your eyelids droop, his words hypnotizing. “Please.” You whisper, earning a smirk from him. “Oh? Is my baby losing control already?” He asks, pressing his lips to your neck. “You’re not very subtle, you know. That hand down there isn’t gonna help as much as I can.” He whispers, his hand resting on top of yours, the size difference tantalizing. You know how good he is with his hands, how he can move them to curl against all the right spots, how he can fuck you so hard with his fingers that you almost pass out. He’s done it multiple times before, loving the power and control he has over you. Its addicting to him, about as addicting as you are.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, taking your hand away, but his stays, resting on your core. “Someone’s getting eager, huh? Let’s take a look and see how soaked you are already.” He says as he pulls your shorts and panties to the side, his fingers immediately getting covered in your slick, your pussy trembling under his light touch. “Mm, that’s what I like to feel, babygirl. Fucking soaked just from my voice. And all these people around? Tsk tsk, my naughty, naughty girl. I bet you’d cum right here if you could, right? Let everyone sit around while you lose control over yourself.” His finger starts to run along your slit, dipping into your hole. Fuck, is he really going to do this? Your body moves on your own as you spread your legs more for him, letting him gently sink his finger into you. “Yeah, that’s my good girl, letting me do whatever I want. So perfect, baby.” He smirks, slowly fucking you with his finger, his palm rubbing your clit in slow circles. You bite your finger, trying to keep your composure as he tries his best to break it. “You know, as much as I love teasing you and making you feel embarrassed, I don’t think I want you cumming around the boys. They might think they can have a piece of you too. Go into my room and wait for me, ok?” He tells you, pulling his finger out of you and wiping your juices on your shorts. What a tease.

However, you do as he says, making some dumb excuse about using the bathroom or something before disappearing down the hallway, straight to Hoseok’s room. Its not long before he shows up. Honestly, you’re sure he followed right behind you, because as soon as you cross the threshold his hand is on your ass, giving it a light pat before he locks the door behind him, hunger and lost swimming in his dark eyes. “Fuck, baby. Don’t you look fucking delicious.” He growls, his lips instantly on yours as he cups your cheeks, walking you backwards until your knees hit the bed, both of you tumbling down on the mattress. “You gotta stop talking like that around people though, Hobi. Its so embarrassing to be like that around the others.” You pout, blushing. “Is that so? I embarrassed you? Well you didn’t seem too embarrassed when you let me put my finger in you, now did you?” He growls, lips moving to your neck as he bites down gently on your skin, your back arching so your chest presses up against his. You whimper in response, knowing he’s right. Of course he’s right, he knows you like the back of his own hand.

“How did my good little girl become so bad, huh? Getting fucking soaked even though there’s so many people around. How about we assess the damage, huh?” He asks, climbing down off the bed and hooking his fingers into your shorts and panties, pulling them down easily. A string of slick attaches to your panties, stretching further as he pulls them down, a deep moan rumbling in his throat. “Fuck, baby. Look at how messy you got with just me talking to you.” He says, sitting back on his feet as he runs a finger through the wetness of your panties. “Maybe I need to keep doing it, huh? I knew you liked dirty talk but fuck, looks like you almost came from it. My dirty, dirty girl.” He smiles, laying down on the bed and pulling you on top of him, his thigh right between your legs. “How’s this, baby girl? Think you can cum on my leg while I talk to you, hm? Ride my thigh while I tell you how beautiful you are and how badly I’m gonna fucking wreck you?” He asks, your hips already moving to grind against his jeans, making you whimper. “Good girl. Good fucking girl, rubbing your soaked cunt all over my jeans. Gonna leave a stain on em, huh? Make my leg all nice and shiny from your wet, tight pussy?” Jesus Christ he is not going easy on you at all.

He grabs your hips, moving you against him as he moves his own hips, his covered cock pressing against your thigh as you grind on him, your head already feeling dizzy at the feeling of his jeans on your bare pussy. “Fuck, Hobi.” You moan, your face falling down onto his shoulder as you move with him. “Oh, baby. No one’s around, you know you can call me my name now, right? Come on, I wanna hear you say it. Say it, babygirl. Say my name.” He moans in your ear. “Ah, Daddy, fuck!” You squeak, his hand coming down to lightly slap your ass. “Good job, baby. I love when you call me that, you’re such a good girl for Daddy. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” He pushes you off gently, laying you down on the bed, your head on the pillows as he kisses down your body, leaving little love bites here and there as he puts your legs over his shoulders, wasting no time as he puts his whole mouth right on you, groaning as he takes in your essence, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue and moaning into you. “Fuck, baby. Almost forgot how good you taste. Best meal I'll ever fucking have in my life.” He groans, dipping down lap up whatever you give him, small moans falling from your lips as he devours you, moaning and groaning and growling into you as he holds your legs tight, keeping them wrapped closely around his face.

“Mmmm, fuck, fuck, Daddy, please, ah~!” You moan, your fingers finding purchase in his hair. “Mm, gonna cum, baby girl? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over Daddy’s face? Come on, baby, give me all you’ve got.” He says, diving back down and going faster, moving and slurping and tongue fucking you, the lewd noises of him sucking up all of your slick echoing through the quiet room. Your back arches, your hips moving as you grind against his mouth, your fingers pushing his face into you more, his groans getting louder and deeper the closer you get. “Mm! Ooh, ooh, ooooh fuck Daddy! I’m, Immg-onna-" You gasp as it washes over you, a white hot wave of fire bringing through your body as he continues to eat you out, lapping up every last bit of your cum as he chuckles into your pussy, making is tremble at slight overstimulation.

“Sh, you’re okay, baby. That’s my good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He says softly, rubbing your tummy as he kisses your thighs. Your breathing slows down a bit, your body relaxing after your incredible high as he climbs on top of you, kissing your neck and collar bone as his hand slips up your shirt, gently rubbing your skin. You laugh a little, mumbling a small ‘fuck' as he kisses your cheek. “You good, baby?” He asks, stroking your skin gently with his thumb. You nod, smiling in complete euphoria. “Good. Such a good girl. My beautiful, good girl. My sweet, sexy, amazing baby girl.” He cooes, showering you in kisses and compliments.

He rests his body on top of your as he presses his lips to yours, taking your breath away as you hum into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. He nuzzles his hips between your legs, pulling your leg over his hip as he gently grinds you into the mattress. “Mm, love you like this. So fucked out already, yet craving for more. Do you want more, princess? You want me to make you lose control?” He asks, moving your hair out of your face. You nod, pulling him down for another kiss. “Say it, baby. I want you to say it. No, I want you to beg for it.” He growls, grinding hard against you. “Ah~! Fuck, Daddy. Please, I need you. Please please please.” You whine, your head falling back into pillows as he kisses your neck. “Mm, good job, but I need more than that. Beg me more. I know you can do better than that.” He growls. “Daddy, please, please I need you so fucking bad. I-I want you to fuck me, want you to fuck me so hard, need your cock to fill me up. Please Daddy. Please fuck me.” You beg, hoping that’ll be enough.

“Mm, fuck yeah, baby. Shit.” He groans, sitting up to undo his pants, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free, slapping against his shirt before he grips it, tracing it over your pussy, your walls clenching around nothing in excitement. “You ready, baby?” He asks. You nod, smiling. “I’m always ready to take your cock, Daddy.” You tell him, a deep growl sounding from him. “Shit, Baby. Love when you talk dirty. It doesn’t suit you, but yet, it does. Sounds so pretty and filthy on your lips.” He chuckles, getting cut off by a groan as he pushes into you, bottoming out as he feels your tight walls grip him. “Aaaahhhh, fuck. Oooh shit baby girl. Feel so fucking gooood.” He groans, his voice shaky as he keeps himself still inside of you. You can’t even talk, the way his thick cock stretched you out so well.

You wanted him to move, wanted him to fuck you, just like you begged him to, so you moved your hips, squeezing your pussy around him. “Please, move Daddy. Come on. Please?” You ask nicely, giving him puppy dog eyes as you squeeze him tight. “Mmph, shit. You want me to fuck you? Huh?” He asks, starting to move his hips. “You want me to fuck you hard?” He says, his pace quickening fast. “Mm, yes. Please.” You whine, grabbing his shoulder as he starts fucking into you, the sound of skin slapping already sounding through the room by the force of his thrusts. “Fuck yeah, baby. Gonna fuck you so good. God you feel so good, so fucking good.” He groans, your body bouncing as you get fucked into the mattress. The feeling of his hot shaft dragging across your walls, his tip hitting that sweet spot in you when he grabs your leg, putting it up on his shoulder, making him hit all new depths in you. You moan and whine, his groans and curses turning you on even more.

“Mmph, shit baby. Don’t know how I can last a minute without my cock stuffing your pussy. It was fucking made for me. A perfect pussy for a perfect girl. My perfect girl. Ah, fuck.” He groans, pressing kisses to your calf as he fucks you hard, the bed shaking. “Daddy~! Yes Daddy! Love your cock. Love you. Love you so much!” You cry out, making him smile. “So cute, Y/N. I love you too. I love you so much, my sweet baby girl.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you. “Come on, baby. Gonna switch it up.” He says, pulling out of you and letting your leg fall onto the bed. You whine loudly at the loss of him inside of you. “Come here, princess.” He says, standing next to the bed. “Come bend over for Daddy.” Your breath hitches. One of your favorite positions. You move quickly, eager to do what he says, knowing you’re about to get everything you want.

You stand right in front of him, your ass brushing against his rock hard cock, bending over the side of his bed as you wiggle your hips. “Mm, that’s what I like to see. Such a good little girl, so beautiful and desperate to be stuffed full of my cock. Get ready, baby girl.” He says, warning you before he pushes into you again, making you stand on your tippy toes as you relax onto the bed, your face pressed against the mattress. “Ooh fuck yeah. So fucking good yeah so fucking good baby.” He groans, immediately pounding into you. You moan, cry out in pleasure, your sounds muffled by the bed. “Whose my good girl? Whose a slut for Daddy's cock? Huh?” He asks. “Ah! Me Daddy! Fucking love your cock!” You cry out, gasping as he rams into your sweet spot. “Yeah you fucking do, you fucking love it. And I love you tight fucking pussy. So fucking good baby. Gonna make me cum. Where do you want me to cum, baby?” He asks. You know exactly where. Its going to make him fucking feral. “I-Inside me. Want you to cum inside me, Daddy. Make me a fucking mess, please.” You beg. “Oohoho, fucking shit Y/N, you filthy fucking girl. Want me to cum inside you? Want to cum so deep inside you you’ll have my cum dripping out of you?” He growls, fucking you so hard the bed bounces against the wall. “Mmm yes Daddy. Want your cum so bad." You whine, your high rapidly approaching. “Fuck yeah, baby. Ah, squeezing me so tight. Come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum on my cock, baby, cream on my fucking cock and I'll cum deep inside that fucking perfect pussy. Cum for me, baby girl.” He groans loudly, pounding into you so quickly that you’re seeing stars already. “Ah~! Ah~! Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck!” You cry out, your end hitting you hard as you squeeze his cock, convulsing around him. “Ooooh shit! Shit fuck! Aaahhhhh!” Hoseok growls, his hips sputtering as he buries himself deep inside of you, warmth filling you up as he collapses over you, his face resting on your back as he fills you with his cum, fucking it slowly into you as he completely loses it. “Ah, ah fuck, shit Y/N. God I fucking love you. I love you so fucking much.” He says, his voice raspy as he reaches up to hold your hand, pressing soft kisses to your back through your shirt. You don’t move, too worn out to do anything as he pulls out of you, your legs shaky. You hear him zip his pants up, the bed dipping as he sits on the edge. “Come here, baby. Lay down.” He cooes, helping you move so you’re laying with your head on his lap, his fingers brushing through your hair as your eyes droop. “You’re okay, baby. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you. You feel alright?” He asks softly, his thumb rubbing against your pink cheek. You nod, still not able to really say anything. “Good. So good, baby. My good girl. I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.” He whispers. “I love you too.” You tell him, kissing his leg. “Now, we’ll rest for a few minutes then get you all cleaned up, okay? I think my girl deserves a nice bubble bath.”

[nicka-nell]

There is no such thing as a perfect world - Chapter 9: It’s too good to be true

Words in this chapter: 1.047

Warning: Manga Spoiler

Chapter 8 - I’m yours (NSFW)

(y/n) = your name | (l/n) = your last name | (h/c) = hair color | (e/c) = eye color

Through restless movements in her bed, (y/n) wakes up and opens her eyes. Wakatoshi sits at the edge of her bed dressed only in his underwear. The morning light falls on his well-trained body. Seriously, he looks forward and has not yet noticed that (y/n) is awake. "Good morning Wakatoshi.", she greets him with a soft smile and straightens up. Now he too, turns in her direction and looks at her with a very thin smile. She is wearing his T-shirt and even though it is much too big for her, she looks so incredibly great in it. "Good morning (y/n).", he greets her and gives her a kiss on the forehead. Then he looks forward in the mirror at her wardrobe. "What are you thinking about Wakatoshi?", she asks him curiously and hugs him from behind to give him some loving kisses on his neck and shoulders.

With a smile, he looks in the mirror to look for eye contact with her. "Are you coming to our game today? It starts at four p.m." He wants his teammates to know that they should keep their hands off her. That she belongs to him. The whole world should know that this woman belongs to him and no one else is allowed to touch or look at her. (y/n) looks into the mirror and intensifies the embrace with Wakatoshi. "I'd love to, my Darling.", she whispers in his ear and gets up to get dressed.

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The Schweiden Adlers play against the MSBY Black Jackals today and the game seems to be promising.

Through Wakatoshi, (y/n) got a place directly behind the barrier and can be very close to the game. When he's at volleyball, he has such a concentrated and joyful facial expression that she usually only saw in the bedroom yesterday. At the thought of yesterday, her cheeks turn red again and her pulse rises.

"Hello young lady. Are you the manager of one of the two teams?" asks a young, tall and well-built man who suddenly appears next to (y/n). Shortly she loosens her gaze from Wakatoshi and looks at the unknown person next to her before smilingly denying his question. „I’m here because of my boyfriend." She answers with embarrassment and turns her gaze forward to Wakatoshi. May I ask who your boyfriend is?" Curious, he leans forward to her and looks at her patterned.

"I'm sorry, but I don't see why this is any of your business." With her eyebrow raised, she looks back at the man. "Oh. . . I'm really sorry. That was really inappropriate of me. If you want, I’ll give you a drink of your choice as an excuse." He stutters and almost knocks the camera out of one of the cameramen’s hand with his hasty hand movements. Laughing, (y/n) puts her hand in front of her mouth as she finds his clumsy nature amusing. "It's all right. Let's just enjoy the game.", she smiles and turns again attentively to Wakatoshi and their eyes meet for a short moment. As always, his gaze is hard to interpret.

After an exciting back and forth, the Schweiden Adlers win with 5:3 sets. (y/n) is so happy for Wakatoshi and his team that she shouts a loud "Congratulation!". When Wakatoshi sees her, he comes up to her and lifts her over the barrier to give her a loving kiss. His team members are completely out of their minds, even the opponents are extremely surprised.

"Jo did I miss something? Since when does Ushijima have such a hot girlfriend?" The opposing setter asks the team members of Wakatoshi. "Don’t interfere with his affairs Miya, and don’t stare at them like that. That's disgusting!" the dark-haired attacker answers.

All the cameras are focused on the kissing couple, but (y/n) doesn't mind at the moment. "You belong to me. Everyone should know that." He whispers to her and takes her firmly in his arms. Yet, he looks at the man with his dark eyes and a serious look, who stood next to (y/n) during the game and had made her laugh. No one... Really no one is allowed to make her laugh more than he does.

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The two have been together for over a year now and Wakatoshi's life is going perfectly. He is very successful in volleyball, is also known outside Japan, wins games with his team all the time and has a wonderful woman at his side who completes his life.

Yato, her brother, has moved up one floor and Wakatoshi has come to (y/n)'s apartment. Every morning she prepares his Bento box with delicious meals and every time he is envied by his team members. Every night she picks him up from training and every time he tries to keep his teammates away from her. However, they still manage to talk to her from time to time. They like her all. Every time they tell her how positive Wakatoshi has changed through her. She always happily waits for him with her brother at the airport when he has his games with his team for a few weeks abroad. After his exhausting games, she massages his back again and again and tells him that he also needs to rest. (y/n) is perfect. He could never have thanked his friend Tendou more than he did with this thing. With her.

Together they lie in bed, and he strokes her soft hair. "What is Wakatoshi? Why are you shining like that?" she asks him with a smile. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about how perfect everything is for me right now. Along with you at my side. Almost too perfect. Isn't that stupid?" he laughs softly. He's not really talkative, but it's easy for him to talk to (y/n). Giggling she gives him a kiss and lies in his arms. "It’s nice when everything is perfect Wakatoshi." she whispers, closing her eyes.

The next day everything goes as usual, the two go jogging, come back and Wakatoshi takes his bentobox to go to training. (y/n) takes hers and also goes to work.

Having arrived before the practice, she is looking for the right key when a dull blow can be heard, and she falls on the ground without body tension.

Chapter 10 - The truth about the scar 

[sweetestrequiems]

Goodbye, Hoshido

Summary: You finally reached the Hoshidan capital. Little did you know, though, that you’d have to sacrifice Ryōma’s life in order to continue your control of the lands with Nohr. With the siege on the Great Wall of Suzanoh over, and your forces moving to Castle Shirasagi, you face the most difficult decision of your life yet. But, you did not realize that the fight would come at the cost of your body being taken over by an ancient power. 

Character(s): Female!Corrin (Will be referred to as Kamui.) Crown Prince of Nohr, Xander Crown Prince of Hoshido, Ryōma

TW: graphic description of death, violence, blood proceed with caution.  

A/N: Because my dumb ass was listening to Lost in Thoughts, All Alone on repeat and also sad, this is what happened. Written in a mixture of second and third person points of view. (You/Yours/Him/His) Pretty much a deviance from my normal works (i.e.: Broadway/West End shows), but I have a soft spot for this peculiar installment of the Fire Emblem franchise. Fates captivated my heart with its story, and with the moral choices it forces Corrin to take. I really wanted to write the Revelation route, but Conquest is just so much more fun. And, I owned Conquest first of all the three.

This is my take on Chapter 25: Ryōma, of Fire Emblem Fates: Conquest. (Note: Ryōma, in the games, dies by a different manner. I just wanted to have fun and write something that deviates from the story.) And yes, Kamui does indeed get taken over by Anakos.

Tag List: @bchcadcd 

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Your steps felt heavy against the bricks of the Hoshidan Capital, but you kept walking forward.

The Yato felt like a screaming fire in your hands, but you kept holding on to your beloved blade.

The gold of the blade was tarnished in the crimson of the blood of the Hoshidan army. Most everyone had fallen, and by your hands. This blood is something you would never be able to wash off. A hand grabs your shoulder and stops you in your tracks. You turn around, to find it’s none other than the blond wielder of the Siegfried, Xander. His gaze looked concerned, and you could see it in his eyes. Part of you could get lost in that gorgeous gaze of his.

“Kamui.” His voice was a tad abrasive at the moment, but you knew it held soft undertones. “Are you okay? You haven’t spoken much since we left the Great Wall of Suzanoh,” that’s where his voice softened up. With a nod, you just shake off whatever’s bothering you. The Grim Yato’s purplish glow was a bit of a comforting sight to you, but nonetheless, the blood was not as much. Your voice is quite mellow, but your expression reads troubled.

“I’m fine, Xander. Really, I can handle this.”

He didn’t look very reassured, but his hand lets go of you and the two of you continue to walk. The blade of the Yato rested on your shoulders, as a way for you to give your arm a break from carrying it so much. Castle Shirasagi looked a little too desolate on the outside, which began to worry you. You had just spared Sakura and Hinoka, and Takumi had gone missing during the seize on the Great Wall. Your brain was reeling with thoughts and uncertainty, which even Xander himself was feeling. Knowing you two had one task left at hand, you both drew your blades and opened up the doors.

“Go to the Throne Room, Kamui. I’ll fetch the others, and wait for us there.” Just as soon as he had come in with you, he left. 

You remember the layout of the castle. This was your family’s home. Your brothers, and your sisters... all of them lived here. But with Takumi gone, and your sisters in hiding... this became nothing. Your feet against the tatami made a soft thud noise with every step. The Grim Yato’s glow began to get brighter the closer you inched to the throne room. It was detecting the energy of Ryōma’s blade, the fabled Raijintō. You kept following it, hoping to maybe speak to Ryōma.

The sounds behind you grew louder with time. Xander had returned with everyone, and you had just opened the door to the throne room.

There he stood, the red samurai. Eldest of the Hoshidan noble family, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Hoshido: Ryōma, with the Raijintō sheathed, yet in his hands.

“Kamui, you have done well so far,” the unsheathing of the electric-pulsing blade immediately lit the torches in the room up. You saw his eyes full of both pain and love. This was a fate he never wanted to accept, that he would be going against his little sister. “But all of that was just practice. No more games, young one. To the death.”

This speech, of course, was cut short by that vile Iago. You hated him from day one. You knew something about him was off. And in the way that he threw Hinoka’s lance at Ryōma, you knew the chance to talk was over. He pinned a false death on you, and... well, you had to go along with it. Your face was full of shame and regret, as to go along with the act, but... Ryōma’s features, lit by the torchlight, looked rough.

Betrayal replaced the love in his eyes. 

The doors to the throne room close behind you, with everyone else trapped on the outside. You turn around, yelling for someone to come back in. “Xander! Xander please! Open the door!” But even with the attempts one could hear, the door would not budge. Xander’s calming voice would be what brings you peace in this moment of fear. “Stand strong, Kamui! We’ll find our way in there!”

The second you turned around, the blade of the Raijintō was coming down upon you with fury. Bringing up the Yato, you stumble back a step or two, crying out from fear. Your brother’s rage was something you were blessed to have never witnessed, but it was truly a difficult sight to bear. “YOU MURDERING FIEND!”

“Ryōma, please–”

“I will have revenge for my sister! I challenge you to a duel!! I will not rest until I kill you myself, you traitorous scum! When the sun sets on this day, one of us will be dead. No one will get between me and my revenge!” The force on his blade doubled as you struggled to keep your ground. With all of your might, you manage to push your eldest brother back, and stare at him with pained eyes. “Ryōma, please! We can talk this out!”

But it was too late. The samurai was set on his one goal of avenging Hinoka, blissfully unaware that you had actually spared her.

Before you even managed a chance to catch your ground on the tatami, the Raijintō was coming right for your side. The smallest bit of the end of the blade cuts into your skin, and you cry out, needing to step back. The side of your body began to feel a little warm as that crimson liquid that had dried on your Yato was now running down your side. Looking up, you see the samurai you call a brother winding up for another attack, the Raijintō now showing off its true aura of electricity. The fire from the torches was dancing around the sleek katana’s blade.

This was not how you wanted to take Hoshido, but it seemed this was the only way to do so.

Your hands tighten around the hilt of the Yato. Forcing yourself to ignore the pain, you just begin to run down the corridor of the throne room, swinging the golden blade of your sword in a diagonal that would catch Ryōma off guard. And it did, as the top layer of armor he wore across his chest cracked upon the hard blow of your blade. In fact, just a small part of the edge of the blade got lodged in it, and you had to force yourself to yank it off of him. 

“I see, you truly have been practicing. Well done, Kamui. But... I cannot bear to look at you. You’re a traitor to your family. To your home!”

It was a dance of blades. His Raijintō versus your Yato. 

The sound of the metal clashing was driving you mad. You paused for a moment, seeming to look defeated. But instead, a rage began to consume you. Your dragon roots, due to Anakos’ blood being your own. Looking up at the tall ceiling of the throne room, you release a dragon’s cry into the air. The people outside of the locked throne room all seemed to have gone quiet. Your gaze goes down to meet Ryōma’s, and he looks a little shaken himself. Your red gaze seems to have hardened, because you feel your eyebrows furrowed.

You look down at yourself, to come find your Silent Dragon’s features have taken over parts of your body. Your hands are the menacing talons you used to crush Hoshidan soldiers at the Great Wall of Suzanoh, your silver tail has broken a hole into the tatami behind you, and your dragon’s horns have revealed themselves. Your grip on the Yato tightens, snd you charge forward, newfound strength coming from this rage. The first swing you manage to take against Ryōma in this state of yours lodges the golden blade into his torso, with a cry coming from the Crown Prince. 

In a frantic display, the prince manages to dislodge himself from your blade’s grasp, hand going to cover the wound. It was pretty deep, but he would never admit defeat. You see the sparks fly from the Raijintō, and you knew what was coming for you. Deciding to ignore his wound, the Crown Prince charged forward, unleashing his fabled Astra attack. A blur of five strikes, which caught you off guard. You find yourself stumbling back, and even falling to the tatami, several open wounds on your body. 

But just as he began his charge again, you raise up your left hand. Catching the blade as he began his strike, your eyes open and a leg comes up. Enough to kick him back, and make him drop the blade.

“Kamui, hold on a little longer!” You hear Xander call from outside. Little would he know though, that you were not yourself.

Standing up with a struggle, your grip on the Yato tightens once more. Another dragon’s cry. You begin to run towards him, with the golden blade striking downwards. He managed to get the Raijintō in his hands on time, but struggled to block your attack. Deflected the first, but the second was a strike. The voices of hatred were screaming in your head. “Death, death!” They chant, and you can't help but want to oblige. Ryōma stands up, needing the support of his blade to actually stand up. You managed to inflict quite a few wounds that were deep enough to cause concern.

However, you had had enough.

An attack Ryōma would never expect is a lunge forward, and a lunge forward is what you met him with. Just as you narrowly avoided his diagonal slash, it moved him into perfect position. The golden blade is driven into the top right sector of his chest, right by his collarbone. Your ears picked up the breaking of bones, and the sound of him gasping in an instant. “Further, further!” The voices screamed about the blade. As you continued to run, the golden blade began to exit out his back, and you could see the crimson running down it. Kicking him away from the blade inflicted more pain, as well. 

He immediately fell down in front of you, hand coming to clutch the area, knowing damn well it would not be enough. Looking up, the fear in his eyes began to set in. “Kamui–” Your voice echoed as you spoke. This was not you speaking anymore, but rather, a wrathful Anakos. “Kamui is no more, pitiful fool. Only I reign supreme, and just soon... there will be no more of Hoshido!”

He struggles to stand up this time. You watch him struggle, and even allow it. But you got sick of all of this. Throwing your Yato to the side, you simply prepared to dash forward. You wanted to end this here, and now. So, you would. And in quite a gruesome style.

Ryōma barely had any time to look up or prepare to defend himself as your black-taloned hands began to reach for his body. A dragon’s talons were sharper than anything man could imagine, and being a Silent Dragon, you had an edge of being a descendant of the First Dragons. Just as your left hand tightly gripped his neck, your right swung right into the wound on his torso, the size of your claws helping to tear through the skin. The bones of the lower ribs cracked with the impact of your fist, and the insides were all suffering grievous damage. The Crown Prince found himself crying out for help.

No one was going to come to his aid, though. 

Your bloodied right hand retracts itself, but your claws dig right back into his skin. He was beginning to lose grip on your left arm in an attempt to stop your other arm. But alas, he was unable to. Raking your right hand up from the wound, you made sure your claws were deep enough to cause real damage. That’s when you look up to see him cough. Blood was beginning to come out of his mouth. Letting go of his neck, you push him down, with your dragon’s tail swinging hard enough to knock him right to the floor. 

He looked pitiful, and you stood over him with blood dripping from your arm.

“K-Kamui!”

Just as he reached up with an arm to beg for his life, you forcefully brought your right arm down, claws piercing through the skin and with force enough to rip a hole into his chest. The life in his eyes almost immediately left, and he began to turn pale. With a tight grip on bone, you crush his already broken ribs. Your vision grew redder for a moment. Carnal instinct took over, and your left hand came to join the right, you needing to make sure he was out for the count all together. 

As your hands exit the partially open chest cavity of the body, you stand up, the warm, gory liquid dripping from your arms. The door on the other side of the throne room breaks open. It must have been the work of Leo and the Brynhildr tome. The Nohrian nobles rush in, seeing if you’re okay. But they all stand back, fear in their eyes as you look right up at them. That same, echoing voice from your ancestor being what speaks to them.

“He was first of many, and you are all next.”

All you saw was Camilla immediately hug Elise, as to cover her eyes from the blood splatter. Leo, with his jaw hanging and his mouth agape in horror. Xander, with fear in his eyes and a tense body. He raises Siegfried up in a defensive stance, with Leo joining him by opening up Brynhildr. You laugh at their attempt, but Camilla soon joins with her axe resting on her shoulder.

“Kamui, what have you done?”

“You just ruined our chances at–”

“I ruined nothing. This prince believed himself a rightful warrior, and I gave him but a worthy challenge he could not complete.”

The family is mortified at your words. You stare down at the body below you, letting a laugh or two escape. The blood from your arms had dripped onto Ryōma’s cadaver. His face and hair had the red liquid that once gave him life on it. You just stare at the ripped open body with a smirk, eventually looking up at Xander.

“You’re next, Nohrian Prince.”

[sinemoras09]

chapter 82-2 reaction post

This chapter isn’t even scanlated yet and I am S C R E A M I N G

- LOOK AT MY BOYS. LOOK AT HOW IN SYNC THEY ARE. LOOK AT TAKE SHITTING HIS PANTS

- holy shit Kazuma overlaying a fire spell (?) on top of his rekki form. THIS BOY IS SO BADASS. You just KNOW the only reason why he’s good at spellcasting is because when he was a nail thought he was a nail, he had no other way to protect his Veena. LOOK AT HIM NOW. He’s the most badass fucking shinki ever to grace the pages of Noragami. (Yeah yeah I know Nana had locusts and was also a divine garment/weapon combo, but Kazuma could probably conjure a shit ton of locusts, too. Actually, this makes me wonder if the locusts was part of Nana’s Chikki form or if she cast a spell like Kazuma did with those fireball/meteor things...)

 - I am deadass convinced if Bisha were to wake up rn and see how Kazuma is SLAYING Takemikazuchi she’d totally want to fuck him. (I mean, aside from the whole betrayal/suicide mission/cheating-on-her-with-another-god part. Obviously). I mean, how horny would she be, seeing her exemplar and divine vessel absolutely fucking DOMINATING everybody, throwing thunderbolts and shapeshifting like a mother? Like YES. GIVE ME ALL THE BLUSHU ADACHITOKA. I want her to watch him and Yato like how Kazu watched her all those years ago. I want her to be all giddy with excitement and tear his clothes off.

- I just keep thinking about how Kofuku named Daikoku, and the mere fact that he turned into a freaking PLASTIC FAN and that was a sign of high compatibility, and here comes Yato wielding a fucking shapeshifting divine garment/fireball-throwing katana. THOSE DON’T EXIST IN NATURE GUYS. Once Kazu has his shit together look at how well he and Yato work.

I’m definitely going to add more to this once the official scans are out.

ETA: SCANS ARE OUT \o/

- Kazuma just keeps leveling up. Randomly pulling out Rapid Fire Arrows out of his ass, and switching to Katana!form when Yato doesn’t have time to shoot? Not to mention straight up improvising a spell and having it *work*? OMG.

- I’m convinced Adachitoka loves Kazuma’s character as much as we do. I love his character arc. I love how he started out as a worthless piece of junk (to everyone else, but not to Bisha, who loved and cherished him even though he was a stupid nail) and evolved into something special. I love how through sheer fucking willpower he learned and committed to memory an obscene amount of spells. I love how ANGSTY his arc is, the unrequited-but-not-really-ness of his ship with Bisha. I love that he’s absurdly powerful but his only weakness is his insecurity.

AND YET. The worst possible enemy Kazuma could go up against is a Master Manipulator who can suss out your weak points and exploit them with ease, and that’s exactly who Kazuma is going up against. Father is dangerous. He could probably make Kazuma break without even engaging in combat. All it needs is a few choice words D:

-I re-read all of 82 as if it were one chapter, and it just flows so much better that way. Kazuma’s accepted that he’s going to die, he’s doing it to protect the one he loves, and as a consequence, he’s stronger now as Yato’s shinki, whereas before he was pretty much all over the place. I think if Yato really *were* in a life-or-death skirmish against Take, the way Yato and Yukine were, Kazuma could probably take him out fairly easily.

-KIUN WAS ASLEEP LMAO omg I love Kiun. I love how he’s randomly tech savvy and kind of derpy and SLEEPS THROUGH HIS MASTER CALLING HIM omg. I laughed. Someone give him a hug XD

[avenger-hawk]

Do you ship any extreme crack ships? (Same question for other minor or major fandoms)

I’ve been shipping rarepairs since I didn’t even know what shipping was, I just knew that the plausible pairing was boring and I saw more possibilities elsewhere.I’m gonna include also rarepairs cause I ship many of them too. And by rarepair I intend a pairing where the characters met/interacted even just once, or an unpopular pairing or a pairing no one cares about, while by crack ship I intend characters who never met but who, if they did, would be very interesting together. Characters who need alternate timelines, AUs and similar plot devices to meet because in canon one died when the other was too young, and so on…basically what y’all do.   

Naruto

I listed my fave Naruto pairings here, so I’m gonna paste my reasons (do we really need them?) from that link.

ShisuixSasuke

I can proudly say: that’s my crack ship. Here I explained why I am really intrigued by its potential. The non-massacre filler arc had interesting elements, one of those was Shisui training Sasuke. Lots of angst potential, like both loving Itachi and being jealous of the other, and somehow getting close to each other. 

MadaraxSasukeMy second fave rarepair. It’s interesting, dark and hot and bittersweet, sort of, at the same time. Sasuke is pure and easily manipulated when Itachi is mentioned. And he respects strenght, which Madara has plenty of. Also Sasuke is sarcastic and rude, a rebel. Madara is sarcastic and snarky, a rebel too. They both are visionaries, in their own way. I explained it better here and here.

ObitoxSasuke

My third, almost second fave rarepair. I find this pairing very intriguing, with a lot of dark potential. I explained it better here. Obito and Sasuke did spend time together so there’s room for imagination. I think that Obito felt some resentment towards Sasuke for Itachi’s death, even though he used him for his plan. And he did tie Sasuke up and watch him as he was unconscious. That part had a lot of tension. It’s easy to imagine Obito doing things to him, or asking Sasuke to do him things, so he would help him. Anyway, Sasuke respects strength and Obito is very strong, and knowledgeable. Part of my “canon behind the screen” pairings (I mean not only he tied him up, he healed him, he also transplanted Itachi’s eyes on him and he stayed around…)

MinatoxItachi It popped into my head out of nowhere after a cute doujinshi where they interacted in a totally non shippy way, and somehow it turned into something else. They both are idealists, both are calm and composed but determined and future oriented. They both sacrificed themselves to protect their precious person, but in doing so they both ruined their lives.

ShikamaruxSasukeBoth are very smart but in different ways. Both are observant and strategic. Both are usually lost in their own thoughts, one in contemplation of clouds and stuff, the other lost in memories and plans and considerations. Both are familiar with revenge. At his best Shikamaru is open-minded, as shown in the way he never had prejudices against N*ruto as a kid. I think in a post-ending setting he might be one of the first to actually talk to him because he knows how it feels to want revenge above everything, among all things, so he shouldn’t be one of those who judge him. At his worst, Shikamaru’s individuality has been brainwashed by Konoha like everyone else, so he might keep an eye on him cause he doesn’t trust him. Which means darker interactions and possibilities. Also his shadow jutsu…

DeidaraxSasuke and here is why

ObitoxItachi Obiita is the new Madaita! Itachi’s Madara is Obito. Obito helped Itachi with the massacre, being his (dark) mentor, sort of. And despite Obito’s devotion and love for Rin, the way Obito talked about Itachi to Sasuke, and the way Itachi talked about “Madara”, suggested a dark master-pupil relationship with some sort of sadistic pet-like affection from Obito’s side, but also real admiration and resentment for Sasuke, the cause of his death. I explained it better here. And it’s part of my “canon behind the screen” pairings (it totally happened, after the massacre, in their Akatsuki days).

(Pairings like Kakasasu, Kakaita, Juusasu, Suisasu are rare but not strange at all, or Kakasaku, Orosasu, it’s all in that link)

Bleach

I pretty much ship Renjixanyone. Or rather, anyonexRenji lol, in a dark sort of way ofc.That doesn’t change. Also dark anyonexUlquiorra, bonus points darkIchigoxUlquiorra or darkIchigoxRenji, or anything involving Shuuhei. but since I also like het Bleach pairings I also like RenjixMomo or RenjixOrihime. Oh and ShuuheixMomo. Or Matsumotoxanyone. My main ship is Byaren but I’m open minded. I once read a 70+ chapters in french, a KenpachixUlquiorra modern/gangster AU where lots of shit happened and not only I didn’t care about the ship but I was only there for the many dark things happened to Ulquiorra by the hands of Aizen and more lol

Psycho Pass

Ok this seems crack/rare/unpopular cause I almost can’t find anything bottom Kougami and it’s such an intriguing dynamic, and also quite plausible if you consider his slave-like state as Enfoncer having to obey to Inspectors…but all I can find is the opposite and ugh. boring. Anyway, GinozaxKougami. I just love it. And I dislike how Ginoza is usually portrayed instead. I’m quite indifferent to Makishima instead, but I woulnd’t refuse some dark MakishimaxKougami.

Noragami

Tbh I mostly like to see Yato in angsty and painful situations lol, I like the canon details of blighting and stinging and his tears for the shinki memories, as I previously said. So since all this is kinda bottom-ish I’d be ok with any pairing as long as these details are there. (it was the same with Saiyuki tbh)

Game of Thrones

Tbh I started shipping in GoT quite late cause I was just enjoying the show. Anyway, I just don’t ship some characters, like Arya (except for meeting Nymeria and going on adventures together). Instead I kinda like Sansa with more than one, like JonxSansa was surprisingly interesting (and I was surprised to see there was a consistent fanbase for them) and I have a soft spot for TheonxSansa, both as characters and even more as a pairing. Oh wait this isn’t a rarepair…well what about Yara GreyjoyxDaenerys lol, and TormundxBrienne, everyone’s into JamiexBrienne but meh. Speaking of Tormund I saw TormundxJon edits and thanks tumblr, now I ship them.

I’m sure I’m forgetting many but ok lol

[ourmidnightmusings]

OkiKagu Fanfiction

Title: Babies Bring the Worst out of People

Summary:  Okita Sougo is forced to attend a baby shower held in honor of his and Kagura's first child. The best part? His in-laws can't wait to murder him. 

Pairing(s): OkiKagu, hints of KamuSoyo and GinTsu

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/?

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write for my second favorite couple ever! Also, there needs to be more OkiKagu fics in the world! Please let me know what you think. Hope everyone likes it! :)

"I changed my mind; I'm not going."

Kagura looked up from her third bowl full of rice and egg and spared an annoyed glare at her husband. "Yes, you are."

Folding his arms together, Okita replied in a stern voice, "No, I'm not." Naturally, any wife in his time would be a bit tense to hear the man of the house sound so serious. A proper, Japanese woman would obey her husband's words, not defy them.

His wife was neither of those things.

"HAH! It's funny that you think you have a say in anything." The Yato bellowed out in fits of laughter. After another round of knee-slapping and snorting, she went back to shovelling piles of food into her mouth. Disregarding Sougo's unamused look, she went on to prove her firmness on the matter. "Anego worked hard on this baby bath party for us, we have to go."

Okita rolled his eyes. She didn't even know what the damn thing was called. "You mean baby shower."

"Whatever, you're still not getting out of this."

He released a deep sigh and sat next to the frustrating Amanto. Glancing down at her well-rounded stomach, he began to think of ways to convince her to ditch the damn party. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with an irritable, hormonal alien that was capable of sending his ass flying should he piss her off. But he was really not looking forward to seeing a bunch of troublemakers and dealing with the shit-show that was likely to occur. And as bad as the Yorozura and their friends usually were, they were not the reason he wanted to avoid the baby shower.

To his luck, the Boss Lady had thought it would be a great idea to invite Kagura's brother and father to the event. How she even found out how to contact them was beyond him.

It wasn't that he was afraid of his in-laws. It was that he hated them and wished that they would both get lost in space somewhere. For one, Umibouzo was always giving him menacing looks and pandering Kagura to come alien-hunting with him. Then there was that prick Kamui who had attempted to kill him at every given turn. The day before their wedding was a lovely example of how close they had become.

"You're not worthy of mating with my sister if you can't even beat me in a fight." The vermillion-haired man pressed the tip of his umbrella further into his neck, grinning. "As ugly as she is, I still have to protect her dignity as a Yato."

The fight ended right away once China shot a hundred bullets at them. Never mind the prospects of injuring her own groom.

He leaned over to rub her pregnant belly affectionately. Despite the hectic process of dating and marrying the crazy woman, he loved her more each day. His happiness only increased the day she told him that they were expecting their first child. They still had a few more months until she was ready to pop, but he was excited to meet their new son or daughter. Having a new family was always something he secretly wanted. His only regret was that his older sister would not get to shower them with the same love she raised him with.

"Can't you give me a break? I'm the one who gave you this kid." Sougo pulled her away from the table, settling her in between his legs. "Unless you're not telling me something." He joked.

"Relax, Sadist. I've never slept with anyone else and you know it." Kagura rested her head on his chest. "I can give you an exact date that you blew your load into me to prove it."

"So vulgar," Okita smirked. An idea formed in his head, it was likely to fail but worth a shot. He pulled her down with him onto the floor and climbed on top of her. With ease, he unhooked the first few ties on her qipao to reveal her swelling breasts. "I wouldn't mind blowing my load into you right now though. What do you say, China?" He whispered as he peppered kisses all over her neck. She had been consistently horny during her second trimester- not that he was complaining. Maybe he might be able to sway her with the promise of some afternoon nookie?

The Amanto girl pushed him away and straightened out her dress. "I say we get going before Shinpachi and Gin-chan wreck the place." She held her hand out to him, smiling like no tomorrow.

He only groaned and helped her up.

~

By the time that they arrived, Saddaharu in toll, the Shimura house was already filled with familiar faces. Kagura's eyes had lit up tremendously, taking in the hoard of people that were socializing around the estate. It seemed that Anego invited everyone who lived in Kabukicho. Not excluding an abundant amount of friends the Yoruzura had made on their adventures. "Kagura-chan! Okita-san! Welcome!" Otae greeted the couple made their way to the yard where most of the decorations and food were. Blue and pink balloons, streamers, and banners spread out as far as they could see. Why there were even tables filled with all kinds of delicious-looking food!

Sougo snickered, patting the pregnant Yato's shoulder tenderly. "Looks like they've prepared enough for your appetite. Unfortunately, it looks like the rest of the country will have to suffer a shortage for at least a month." His joke earned him a crushed foot, courtesy of his wife's favorite pair of boots.

Ignoring his groans of pain, Kagura eagerly waddled up to the older lady. As excitement burst from her body, she gave her friend a tight hug. "Whoa, Anego! This place looks amazing!" The vermillion haired woman beamed.

The daughter of a samurai smiled and returned her embrace, mindful of her protruding belly. "I'm glad that you like it. We're waiting for a few more guests to arrive and then we'll really start the fun!"

"Who's missing?" Okita grunted, looking around the crowd suspiciously.

Suddenly, several panicked screams and screeches filled the area. The sea of people quickly dispersed as a large, flying ship clouded over them.

"KAGURAAA!"

Fuck.

"Papi!" His wife yelled back, watching in awe as her father and brother jumped off the space vessel. Abuto and a few other of their lackeys joined them as well. Umibouzu landed first, although his balance was thrown off by a loose roof tile. He tumbled comically until he fell face-first at their feet.

The married couple and Otae watched awkwardly as he quickly stood up. "Thank goodness, I made it in time." He coughed into his hand, faking composure. But as soon as he remembered the reason for this reunion, his face brightened up a second later. "How's my precious daughter and grandson?" He cooed while leaning toward her belly.

Okita rolled his eyes. He had purposely ignored him like a damn middle-schooler.

Swatting her father away from her, Kagura snorted. "What makes you so sure that it's a boy?"

"It was foreseen, of course!" The hunter proclaimed smugly.

"They say old men become superstitious when they're approaching their final days." Kamui hummed while striding towards them. "Wouldn't it be better to end you now, though? I'll let you die while with what little wit you have left." He asked with his usual menacing smile.

Abuto chuckled as he and a few other of their men joined them. "Now, now. We promised not to make trouble, right Captain?" Not that he would expect his commander to keep his word, especially when he was surrounded by a few people he had yet to settle a score with.

"Don't worry, I'll be on my best behaviour." Kamui beamed. "You're looking quite healthy, little sister. You too, Policeman." He said with a smirk.

"Likewise, Criminal." Sougo eyed him back.

Ignoring his son's rude interruption, Umibouzu huffed and folded his arms. "Anyways, I did not predict Kagura's first child. It was Kouka."

"Mami did?" Kagura's eyes widened.

"Yes. We once had a long chat about your future, just before…" Her father trailed off with a sad smile. Putting his hand on her shoulder and gave her a tender squeeze. "She said that in her dreams she envisioned you cradling a little boy. And I have never known your mother to be wrong about anything."

Kagura, somewhat stunned but also touched, was left speechless. It was only when Sougo gripped her hand that she awoke from the flashing memories of her dear mother. She hadn't realized that she was already tearing up either. Damn hormones.

Sighing, Kamui turned his heel. "Well, if you're done being sentimental about the past, I'll go and mingle."

"Try anything funny and you're dead." The first division captain called after his departing brother-in-law. He was answered with a wave of dismissal.

Clearing her throat, Otae turned back to her guest of honor. "Kagura-chan, let's get you comfortable. Everyone still needs to greet you." Also, she would very much like to make sure her home was intact.

She nodded excitedly. "Okay! Papi, are you coming?" The pregnant woman asked.

"Later. For now, I think I'll go find that sliver headed idiot. Have fun!" Umibouzu grinned before trotting off as well.

Husband and wife shared a knowing look. They would be lucky if no one died by the end of the night. Personally, Sougo blamed the baby.

[rushitheworld]

Chocolate Revolution (part 2)

Fandom: Gintama Characters: Mutsu/Kijima Matako Rating: General Audiences Warnings: n/a Notes: you know i had to do it to ‘em

Summary: Matako does something for Valentine’s Day for the first time in her life and Mutsu begins to understand this Earth’s tradition.

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Ever since the end of the war, Matako found days to be tedious and way too long. Back in the day, during the time the Kiheitai spent on Earth she would mostly be occupied by watching Shinsuke-sama’s back and keeping the rest of the crew in check. On empty days, especially those spent traveling through space, she would kill time following Takechi-senpai around as he came up with and overlooked the Kiheitai’s strategies, or relax listening to Bansai-senpai’s music. But now she had almost nothing to do. There was no big ship to command, no men to guide. Just the four of them in a small house on the outskirts of Edo, having moved on from trying to destroy and burn it to the ground, to trying to help create a better future where past mistakes wouldn’t be repeated.

While helping manage the reconstruction required a lot of work and meetings with so and so, it somehow left Matako with more free time than she was accustomed to, especially once the other members of the Kiheitai started having their own affairs to tend without her, and she was running out of things to do. It hadn’t been until recently that she’d began to explore new interests, after Shiroyasha’s little brat had somehow managed to drag her and Imai Nobume around the city, telling them about all her friends in Edo and the adventures she’d had with the Yorozuya. Since then she had taken a liking to walking around the city and looking at all the different stores. And in a way she also considered the brat and Nobume as her friends, which had also opened the door to her getting to know others outside the Kiheitai.

It was while walking through the shopping district that a sign caught her attention. On it, the store announced its upcoming promotions for Valentine’s Day customized sweets. Maybe it was because just earlier she had been informed about the next meeting, but what crossed her mind after seeing the heart-shaped boxes with assortments of different kinds of chocolate was the face of the Kaientai’s vice-captain — or at least that’s what she told herself. Sure, that was not the first time Mutsu had appeared in her thoughts that day, but it was not the only thing she had been thinking about, and this was just a coincidence. There  was no correlation between this and Valentine’s Day, she didn’t even care about the festivity.

From what she could remember, Valentine’s Day wasn’t a thing back when she was a child. It didn’t even exist in the country before the Amanto first invaded, and it took many years for it to really catch on with the locals. By the time it became a popular celebration, Matako was already part of the Kiheitai, too invested in them to pay attention to silly foreign traditions. Maybe if she had been into it, her younger self would’ve made chocolates for Shinsuke-sama at some point, but that never happened, and those feelings seemed so far away now. She no longer saw him under that light, these days her heart sped up at the sight of… She stopped that train of thought before it moved any further, but then she noticed, she had already bought a confectionery book.

Well, nowadays it was common to give friendship chocolates as well, right? Not everyone giving things for Valentine’s Day had romantic interests in mind. A small treat for the rest of the Kiheitai would be understandable. Maybe she could also give something to Nobume and to the little brat, as a thank you for having been so surprisingly welcoming to her.

After finding a recipe that seemed appealing and buying all the utensils and way more ingredients than she probably needed (just in case things went wrong and she had to start all over again), she chose a free day where everyone else would be out of the house and focused entirely on her task.

On Valentine’s Day, the Kiheitai woke up to three small bags waiting for them on the kitchen counter — each with a handful of square-shaped bonbons. While their responses varied, Matako knew that her gesture had been well received.

Nobume’s reaction was harder to read, her stoic demeanor masquerading her surprise almost entirely. Matako suspected that, just like her, the younger woman had never celebrated this day before. On the contrary, Kagura had been loud and teased her as a response. Matako didn’t say it out loud, but the brat’s brightness was almost contagious.

After them, Matako still had a set of sweets to give, the one she had worked on the hardest. But the person they were intended for was now somewhere among the stars, which meant that for now Matako was left to wait. It had been while trying to follow the instructions on how to temper the chocolate that she finally came to terms with her feelings. Out of all the people she was giving a present to, these confectioneries were for the person she spoke with and knew the least. And yet, she had used the heart-shaped specifically for her.

Matako could barely remember the time she had first seen Mutsu. There were other more pressing issues going on at the time, and she didn’t bother giving Sakamoto’s crew a second glance. It wasn’t until the war ended and things settled down that she really became aware of the Kaientai’s vice-captain.

Her first clear impression of her was how she contrasted against Sakamoto. Matako knew that the latter, just like Shiroyasha and Katsura, despite being a very capable fighter had a tendency of acting like a fool. Meanwhile, Mutsu usually appeared calm and collected, and Matako almost felt sorry at how she seemed to be babysitting her captain everywhere they went. She was probably capable of running the Kaientai herself, but the more Matako observed her, the more obvious it became she genuinely cared for Sakamoto, and more than once she was left wondering how the two had ended up working together.

Mutsu was slightly shorter than her, and yet she never failed to notice her presence whenever she was around. She had a big appetite, and from what it looked like, she was a very strong fighter both in hand-to-hand combat and with the use of guns — Matako later learnt she was part of the Yato clan. Other than Sakamoto, she seemed to have a soft spot for Kagura, and her crew all seemed to think highly of her. Matako knew that getting respect and admiration to that level was not an easy task, which told her Mutsu was also very skilled as a leader. At the same time, while Mutsu wasn’t usually a conversation starter, she had no problem engaging with others, and even when she stayed silent, there was something about her that caught Matako’s attention again and again.

While dealing with Sakamoto, Mutu’s expression was usually a neutral or slightly annoyed one, getting more serious when the situation required it. However, she also smiled often — it wasn’t a big toothy grin, but the way her lips curved up and her eyes softened when she did never failed to make Matako lose her breath for a second. Looking at her had become a constantly dumbfounding experience. Sometimes it made her feel like she had taken a sip from a cup of tea on a snowy day, its warmth inviting her to dooze of and enjoy the distinct feeling of being home. Sometimes, it made the temperature of her skin go up, while her heart felt as if it had been replaced by a fireworks show that was setting off and expanding through her whole body. And then there were times when it was a mixture of both. The one thing that was constant every single time she looked at Mutsu was how she suddenly became painfully aware of each and every beat her heart did, and how the distance between them never seemed short enough.

Maybe it was the holiday spirit of the season hitting her by surprise, but despite all her attempts at hiding and ignoring her feelings, Matako could no longer deny them. She didn’t know Mutsu enough yet to be able to say she was in love, but the way her heart and her body reacted whenever she was around was surely not platonic in nature. She would have to get closer to Mutsu to truly find out how deep her feelings ran and how far they could take her, and for that she would have to take action.

Four passed since Valentine’s Day before Matako finally saw Mutsu again, and she had spent most of that time gathering courage and thinking of the best way to deliver her present.

She waited until almost everyone was gone before calling the other woman out, ready to launch her attack. But once Mutsu turned around and focused her brown eyes on her, everything went out of the window and the words she had carefully planned faded before she could say them out loud. Having to focus more on keeping her heart still than on what was coming out of her mouth, she could only manage to comment on the tardiness of her gesture and her inexperience with it. Starting to panic, she soon excused herself and hurried behind her team’s steps with her tail between her legs.

For the rest of the day, Matako found it hard to concentrate, her mind going back to that short interaction over and over. She had been so focused on trying to manage herself that she didn’t even pay attention to Mutsu’s reaction, leaving her with absolutely no idea of how her present had been received.

Matako spent the weeks that followed the meeting checking the calendar every morning and every night, counting down the days until March 11th, when they would reunite again. Every time Shinsuke-sama or Takechi-senpai called her name, she got hopeful that they would tell her the meeting had been pushed forward.

At the same time, part of her didn’t want the day to ever come. She kept wondering if her move had been misinterpreted, if not completely rejected. Either way, she was almost certain she would not be getting the positive response she desperately wanted.

Once the date finally arrived, she could feel her heart pushing hard against her ribcage.

The Kaientai were the last to arrive, something for which Sakamoto excused in between his loud laughs. Mutsu was focused on keeping her captain in check and didn’t seem to take notice of Matako, both to her relief and her despair.

The hour that followed felt like the longest in her life so far. Matako was barely paying any attention to the other people present, with her eyes fixated on the clock as she stood against the wall behind Shinsuke-sama and Takechi-senpai —her role was closer to being their bodyguard than to an active member of the small committee.

“Relax, you have nothing to worry,” Bansai-senpai whispered to her from his spot next to her. Matako almost wondered if she was being too obvious, but knowing him, it was more likely that he had just listened to her and figured out her mood. What she was unsure of is how much could he tell about what troubled her. Did he interpret her getting more impatient with each minute as just a bad mood and was trying to calm her down, or was he fully aware of the dilemma that had been eating at her for a while now? And if he did know, was he telling her not to worry because he already had an idea of what kind of response she would get, if any? There was also a chance he had seen her give Mutsu the box of chocolates and connected the dots.

Having considered all of these options, she was about to ask the man to elaborate when her focus was turned back to the meeting. Those sitting at the table were done for the day, and as usual, it was the Joui’s antics that transformed the mood from a serious strategy meeting into a casual encounter. This time, Sakamoto included his vice-captain and the new shogun into his drinking plans.

Matako watched the scene unfold, pleading in silence for Mutsu to look at her, even if just for a second. She needed to know if she meant anything to her at all or if it was better to move on before she got any more attached. At this point, Matako was almost certain that her feelings weren’t mutual, but maybe, if she could just see Mutsu smile at her, it would be a sign that she could still have a chance.

However, Mutsu seemed more focused on keeping her captain’s idiocy in check, and paid no attention to the pair of eyes that were fixated on her every move. With each tick of the clock Matako could feel her hope fade away, the indifference hurting her more than any direct rejection would. As everyone else exited the room, Matako found herself wishing she could fade into the wall behind her. The last one to leave was Bansai-senpai, once again telling her not to worry. But Matako didn’t hear him, as the growing pit in her stomach took all of her focus. If anyone were to walk in, they would probably find the sight of her looking at the floor in defeat to be quite pathetic.

Despite feeling almost depleted of energy, she couldn’t stay there swimming in her misery forever. On one hand, this was very far from being the worst thing that had happened to her, but on the other, she hadn’t been this hopeful or looked forward to something good happening in such a long time that it felt from another life, yet this had ended even before it even began. But maybe it was better for things to end this way, before she got her hopes higher. And as impossible as it seemed at that very moment, she had to keep moving forward. If she had learned anything during the past few months, was that the future was uncertain, and she would find the happiness her heart longed for, and if not, she would build it herself one brick at a time. Her past self from a year ago would have never imagined where her life was at now, just like her current self didn’t know where she would be standing a year from now.

Back on the streets of Edo, she stretched her arms up and looked to the sky. It was a beautiful day, and it would be a waste if she spent the rest of it sulking alone. The air was chilly as winter had yet to end, but she could already feel the first signs of spring. She could hear the birds sing, and the cherry blossoms would be blooming soon. There were many things to say about the fleeting beauty of it all, but Matako wasn’t much of a poet. Walking without any hurry, she focused on feeling the rays of sunlight kissing her skin each step she took. Edo was changing so fast, she had to make the most of the views it had to offer before they were gone.

Something caught Matako’s attention, making her stop dead on her tracks — she could see Mutsu standing under the shadow of a naked tree trunk, from what it looked like, waiting for her. As soon as she saw her, the shorter woman began walking towards her, not caring about the sun hitting her directly. Matako could feel her heartbeat getting faster the closer Mutsu got. Growing impatient and forgetting about her negative feelings from just moments ago, she also started moving forward. They both stopped once they were face to face and there was less than a meter separating them — though in Matako’s eyes it was still an unbearably long distance.

She opened her mouth, still trying to think of what to say, but Mutsu was the first to speak.

“I was waiting for you,” she said and extended her arms in front of her, offering Matako a gift box. Looking at it in surprise, she noticed it was almost the same as the one she had used the month before; the same size and shape, but in a different color. “I know it’s a little early,” Mutsu said, mirroring the words Matako had used the last time they had talked, “but I wanted to give you this as soon as possible.”

Matako accepted the box by taking it while giving a small bow. She could feel Mutsu’s eyes on her as she carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box. The contents were also similar to what she had made, but the bonbons had been made using white chocolate instead of dark. Matako wondered if all the care put into almost recreating her own gift were due to Mutsu taking the description of White Day very literally, of if it meant their feelings for each other were mutual. Mutsu gestured for her to try one of the bonbons so she did. The sweetness of the shell matched perfectly with the tartness of the strawberry filling, and Matako was delighted by the taste. She looked up and bit her lip to hide the gasp that tried to escape her when her eyes met with Mutsu’s.

“Last month you left before I could say thank you,” the shorter woman began speaking again. Matako blushed and uttered an apology, but Mutsu rejected it. “I’m glad you did, it gave me the time to really think about what you were trying to say. I got your message, and I hope you also accept my response.”

“And your response is…?” Matako asked. Despite everything, she couldn’t help to feel nervous and think of different ways things could go that weren’t the one she was hoping for. As she waited for an answer, the world around her seemed to stand still in anticipation.

Mutsu’s reply was to place her hands on the sides of Matako’s face and pull her down a little. Matako closed her eyes by reflex, jumping up a little when she felt Mutsu’s lips on hers. The touch caused an electric shock to travel around her body. Tired of wasting time, Matako put her free hand on the back of Mutsu’s head and pushed her even closer, deepening the kiss.

Matako had no idea how much time had passed by the time they parted, as the world around them seemed to had stayed still while they kissed. The warm rays of sun were still hitting her skin, the same birds were singing their songs, and the cherry blossoms were still covered in buds ready to bloom. But now she saw it with different eyes. Just like spring was about to begin, she could feel something growing inside of her.

Mutsu offered her hand, and Matako’s face lit up with a smile and a blush. She took the other woman’s hand and intertwined their fingers, and the two began exploring the streets of Edo together. She wanted these moments to last an eternity, but before she noticed, the sky was getting dyed red as the sun started to set down. Mutsu took her to a looking point from where they could see the city change colors, but for Matako the most beautiful view yet was that of the light making Mutsu’s eyes sparkle as she smiled back at her.

Every time she saw them, she couldn’t hold herself back and had to kiss her again. More than chocolate, Mutsu’s lips were a treat Matako was getting addicted to.

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As fate would have it - Chapter 34

Chapter 34 - Responsibility

(possible manga spoilers up until chapter 54)

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Yato woke up, covered in cold sweat. His blanket was torn aside and Hiyori was already sitting up next to him, ready to comfort the shaking god. “A nightmare again?”, she whispered softly.

“Y-Yeah”, Yato answered breathless, “I'm just … so worried.” “A lot of things happened today. I understand why you feel uneasy. I do too.” Tsuki had made up her mind and no one was able to change her decision. She wanted to learn more about the powers she got and use them to be able to help people. That desire was so strong, so powerful that not even Yato could forbid it. He was so proud of his little girl in that moment that all his arguments would have been in vain. He knew how dangerous Ayakashi could be, how unpredictable and moody. They were life threatening for everyone who got in touch with them no matter if it were human, Shinki or even gods. And now his little daughter wanted to learn how to interact with them. How to help them. The thought about finding a way to deal with Phantoms without having to kill them was a tempting one and if it was anybody else, he would have been thrilled to hear about it. But right now, they were talking about the safety of Tsuki. A thought that no parent ever wanted to deal with.

How far did he want to go to help people and make them happy?

He would definitely not be able to put his daughter's life at risk. Seeing her being forced to deal with pain was the most terrible thing he could think of and he wished that he could lift that burden off her tiny shoulders and of course, Hiyori felt the same way. But it wasn't their decision to make.

Even if they would try and forbid Tsuki to learn more about her powers, there was always a risk that she had to use it in the future. That's why, in the end, Yato agreed on helping her to learn how to deal with that power. And just like that, day after day when Tsuki and Yukine were back from school, they headed outside looking for small Ayakashi that wouldn't cause much of a thread so Tsuki could try and do the same thing she did with that giant catlike beast. She wasn't able to do much though. Yato caught the tiny creatures and got bitten and scratched a lot, much to Yukine's amusement. The blonde Shinki enjoyed to see his master scream like a little girl, before he helped him with a bottle of purification water. He would always tease him how much of a sissy he was. Sometimes the three of them would be accompanied by Hiyori or Bishamon and Kazuma. Kofuku wanted to come as well but Daikoku knew that he had to keep her from doing so or else they would have dived right into the next disaster.

The first few days Tsuki was pretty upset about the fact that she wasn't able to communicate with the Ayakashi like she did the other day. Back then she had been in a state of shock. They were being attacked and Tsuki wanted to protect her father and her big brother. She didn't think about what she was doing and then it suddenly happened. There was this connection between her and that sad creature. A connection that she seemed to be unable to make when the situation didn't ask for it. She had to figure out how she had felt when it did happen the first time. That sudden impulse that made it possible to do what she had done. It was hard but slowly she started to get a hang of it and every once in a while she managed to link to the Ayakashi Yato caught and just like the first one, they disappeared after Tsuki had taken the negative emotions from them. Not without causing the little girl pain, much to Yato's, Hiyori's and Yukine's disfavor. But every time Yato carried her on their way back home, since Tsuki was too exhausted to walk herself, she had a big smile on her face. She was so happy that she was able to help those creatures that she didn't care about the pain she had to endure while she did it. She didn't care that she was exhausted, all that counted was that she started to learn how to use this, in her eyes, gift.

“You are still worried, aren't  you?”, Yukine asked one day on their way back home.

“Of course I am!”, Yato answered, carrying his sleeping daughter on his back, “I wish she would stop but she has made up her mind. She can be so stubborn sometimes.”

“She's not the only one who can be stubborn”, the blonde boy mumbled much to his master's annoyance. Yato wanted to retort to his Shinki's comment but in that moment he got a strange feeling all of a sudden. Something felt off but he didn't know what it was.

“What is it?”, Yukine asked when Yato started to look around.

“N-Nothing, I just felt like someone is following us.”

Right when Yato finished his sentence, a bush a few meters away from them started to rustle. Yato immediately got ready to fight whatever it was that would be jumping out but that shouldn't be necessary. What had been hiding inside the leaves was no threat but a bird that flew away as fast as it could.

Yukine clapped his hands and said in an annoyed tone: “Congrats, you sensed a bird. How dangerous. Let's run for our lives or it might eat us.”

“Shut up!”

Back home, they lay Tsuki down on her bed so she could rest properly and the boys sat down on the couch in the living room.

Hiyori was home already as well and prepared lunch when Yato's phone suddenly started ringing. “It's Ebisu!”, he announced, looking at his display before he picked up, “Ebisu! Haven't heard from you in a while, how is it goin'? … Oh don't worry, it's alright. I know you've got a lot to do at the moment … She did? That's good, I guess … Sure thing, it'd be great to see you! … Alright until then, bye!” “What did he want?”, Hiyori asked, cleaning her hands on a towel as she sat down next to him.

“He just called to say that he is sorry for not being there when we all gathered at Kofuku's the other day. She told him what we were talking about and about Tsuki's powers. He said that he would come and visit us soon to say hi. I guess he is just as curious about Tsuki's ability like the others. His previous incarnations were trying so hard all those years to achieve this kind of control over Ayakashi. So many of them died for a chance to make this world a better place and now Tsuki is able to do what all of them wanted. I just hope the current Ebisu won't get too involved in this kind of thing again.” “Don't worry, I don't think Kunimi would let that happen again”, Hiyori tried to console Yato.

Once again, Yato's phone started ringing but this time it was showing an unknown number. Yato picked up and introduced himself as the delivery god like he always did. The person who had been calling turned out to be a woman that needed help to run her restaurant. She had no one to help her and was pretty desperate. That's when she saw one of Yato's old graffiti on a wall and because she didn't know what to do, she called him. “No problem at all. I'd be glad to accept this job … Alright, I'll be right there”, he hung up, “Let's go Yukine, we got a job!”

“A job? An actual job? It's been ages! What is it about?”, the young boy asked.

“Helping out in a restaurant, nothing big. See you later Hiyori!”, Yato kissed her on the cheek and with a bright light, the two boys were gone.  

They popped up in a nice little restaurant, a friendly looking woman standing behind a counter, smiling at them. She seemed to be around thirty years old and had long black hair that was tied back into a braid.

“Oh my, that was really fast. You didn't lie about the 'fast' part then I see”, she said.

“Yep. Fast, affordable and reliable!”

“I'm really thankful that you agreed to help me. I don't know how to handle the situation anymore at the moment. Right now I don't have that many guests but all by myself it's really hard to manage both, cooking and taking care of the customers”, the woman explained, “My partner left me a few days ago you see and ever since then I'm a little overstrained.”

When the woman stepped away from the counter, Yato was immediately caught by her belly. Behind an apron, he could clearly see that the woman was pregnant. “You are pregnant!”, he discovered surprised.

“Don't be rude!”, Yukine ordered his master.

“U-Uhm .. I'm sorry!”, Yato apologized.

“Haha, it's alright really, I don't mind. I'm in the sixth month.  I'm really looking forward to being a mother”, she first smiled but slowly her happy face turned into a sad one, “B-But sadly, the father doesn't think the same way. He and I were running this restaurant together, it had always been our dream. We also wanted to get married, start a family and be happy but a few days ago he decided that he didn't want to be a father. That he didn't want to be with me anymore. I don't know what I did wrong or why he just left me. Now I'm all alone with our child and this business and I don't know how to handle the situation at all.”

She sat down on a chair next to her and hid her face in her hands, trying to hide the fact that she was starting to cry.

Yato felt so terrible sorry for that woman. Being left alone with a child and the burden of running a restaurant.

How heavy must this burden be?

Was that how Hiyori felt when Yato tried to cut their ties?

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ramble like that. I guess I've just reached my limit. I wish he would come back to me and our child. I feel so lost without him”, the woman cried.

“Do you have a picture of him?”, Yato asked.

“What?”, the woman asked confused, “U-Uhm … y-yes. On the wall over there, that's a picture of the two of us. It's from the opening of our restaurant.” Yato walked over to the other side of the room, where the owner's finger was pointing at. He was looking into the faces of the woman he just met and next to her, the man who had left her. They looked so happy in that picture and Yato felt sick just by looking at it.

“Your wish has been heard loud and clear!”, he whispered.  

“What was that?”, the woman asked, wiping away her tears with a tissue. “Let's get to work!”, Yato said enthusiastically as always, “We are here to help you after all, what do you need us to do?”

The woman ordered Yato to take care of the cooking while she and Yukine were taking care of the customers. Yukine had a few problems to be noticed but after he directly spoke to the people, they were able to notice that he was there. Yato on the other hand had no problems whatsoever in the kitchen. He only had to take a look at the menu and he was able to cook everything that was ordered. Helping out in restaurants was something the god wasn't unfamiliar with. Before he met Yukine and Hiyori, he was working in many kitchens and had learned a lot that was helpful for his job right now. The customers were amazed by the great food and at the end of the day, the woman was really thankful. “I can't thank you enough for today. You were a big help and we made so much money! Thank you so much! And once again, I'm sorry for my little breakdown earlier. I didn't mean to burden you with my problems”, she said while she was paying Yato the five yen he had told her to pay.

“Don't worry about it, we don't mind at all. I'm happy that we were able to help out. I don't think I would ever be able to understand how hard your situation must be but your partner is a fool for leaving you and your child”, Yato answered.

“At least he didn't disappear completely. He is staying in a hotel nearby so if anything should happen I know where to find him. I wish you and your son the best, he can be happy to have such a caring parent.”

“Oh I'm not his son actually!”, Yukine interfered, “I guess you could say that he took me in when I had nowhere else to go.” “Oh I'm sorry, I assumed you two were related”, the woman apologized, “Do you have children then?” “I do”, Yato answered with a smile, “I have a daughter. She is twelve and I missed almost her entire life because I only found out about her a few months ago. I regret it so much, that's why I can't understand why your boyfriend just up and left you. Makes me sick to even think about it. He's got such a gift right in front of him and he throws it away. If I had known that I was becoming a father … If I had known how much I would miss. I wish I could have been there from the beginning.” His smile had vanished and Yukine was giving his master a concerned look. He knew that it was still lasting on Yato's mind but now that he heard about a man that chose to miss out on his child's life, it made everything even worse. “I'm really sorry to hear that!”, the woman said commiserative, “So our situations are kind of similar I see. I wish you all the best and I hope you and your family are going to have a wonderful future! Cherish every moment you have!”

The sun had started to set when Yato and Yukine were walking home. Yato didn't say a word the entire way back to the flat and Yukine didn't ask any questions, what he thought was for the best at the moment. Yukine was already opening the door with the key, when Yato suddenly turned around and said: “Go ahead without me, I have to do something before I go home. I don't know how long it'll take so you don't have to wait for me with dinner and stuff.”

Without another word, Yato had turned around and started to run off elsewhere, leaving behind a worried and confused Yukine. What was his master up to?

It was way past midnight, when Hiyori woke up because she heard a loud cracking noise coming from the window. “Yato? Why are you always entering through the window? We have a door you know!”, she asked as soon as she could make out the dark figure that was her boyfriend.

Yato didn't answer her.

He just closed the window again and rushed towards her, catching her in a tight hug.

“U-Um … what is going on?”, she asked dazed.

“Nothing”, Yato answered, tightening the hug. Hiyori knew that something was up and she could guess what it was about. Yukine had told her what happened in the restaurant, making it obvious that Yato felt bad for the years of his daughter's life that he had missed. She didn't say anything though and only returned the hug. In that moment, someone knocked on their door and shortly after, it slowly opened, a big pair of blue eyes squinting inside.

“Tsuki? What is it honey?”, Hiyori asked.

“I … I, uhm …”, the girl stuttered, “I had a nightmare. Would it b-be okay, i-if … If I ...” “Come here!”, Hiyori said, raising her blanket as an inviting gesture. Tsuki always came to her mother whenever she had a bad dream during the night. Whenever it happened, she would crawl into her mother's bed and cuddle with her, making her feel better instantly. This time was the first time that Yato was also there when Tsuki wanted to sleep with her parents. Before he lay down next to his two girls, he rushed outside and came back a few seconds later, dragging along a sleepy Yukine and lay him down in their bed as well. Yukine didn't know what happened since he was still half asleep but before he could even start to struggle, he was caught by Tsuki as well as Yato's arms making it impossible to flee. 

And just like that, they spent the night in the same bed cuddling, without having any other  nightmares. The next morning, Yato received a call from the woman they had helped out the day before. She told him that her boyfriend came back home and  that he promised to be there for her and their child.

A weird guy in a tracksuit seemed to have opened his eyes and showed him how much he still loved his girlfriend, by breaking into his hotel room and giving him a beating that turned out to be the necessary factor for him to man up and take responsibility.

Next Chapter: Making things interesting

[anqelically]

angel… it’s getting closer to a new noragami chapter… i’m scared,,,, it could be the last one for all we know 😭

i remember you saying that the last chapter can be possibly extended to posting for the next 2-3 months, but i honestly want the last chapter right now SKDJS 😭. ahh i’m just really impatient when it comes to manga and anime, so i need to know what’s going on or i’ll lose my mind 🏃🏻‍♀️

but then again, im scared of how the story is going to end… it’s probably not gonna be happy and leave us in tears, but i’m also here for the angst so 🫠🫠 I JUST DON’T WANT THE NORAGAMI CONTENT TO END SKDJS