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chthonicgodling · 5 months ago

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AAAND 4 for Loki as A and B as Tory and/or Maci (if that makes sense ?)

4. how does Loki refer to Tory & Maci (first name/last name/pet name/title/etc) in their head, to them directly, and to others? are they different? why?

doing this one “out of order” as an indirect continuation from this ask over here (how does Maci refer to Tory & Loki!) :33 ouughim so thrilled to answer this. [MEME HERE]

**once again vaguely nsfw, y’know yknow

for Loki & Tory: this is going to be a much shorter blurb than the Loki & Maci blurb is about to be lmao. (Tho still quite long). Okay i said all that shit in Maci’s installment about Tory’s full name being Alastor and how Maci knew him as a mortal and so never uses it — Loki also has a thing against nicknames, generally, which I discuss more on the Maci section - HOWEVER THOSE TWO THINGS BEING SAID, Loki does still primarily refer to Tory simply as Tory. Kay lemme clarify the main character residents of the palace all knew him mainly AS Tory before he became a daemon and absorbed the name Alastor so everyone does basically just call him Tory exclusively. Loki included!

During the Eisa/Einmyria conception drama events long ago, baby!Bel had informed Loki that Tory would listen to his “real name” and during that time specifically and only Loki HAS snapped Alastor at him a couple of times when they had been fighting, as Tory had been daemon shifted many times during his pregnancy and when in a fit of rage (Loki’s antics and vitriol bubbling him and then over into mutual tantrums) calling him this did successfully always get his attention. hwhoops! That was a bad time though and it’s really not a name Tory goes by amongst family and friends so there’s never been a need to refer to him as such really since. Loki keeping it in his back pocket??? Sure lol. But they’ve never been that bad again with each other.

Now, Loki has always liked Tory actually, back since the days when they first met,… even if that’s not a sentiment he’s ever been very passionately open about, solely since Loki’s not very passionately open about his true feelings about ANYONE. He’s certainly always visibly tolerated Tory much more than he has Maci, way before the Taki Fuego dynamic ever began at least. Loki’s not really a sincere pet name type of person in most circumstances, so even in his head, to him Tory’s always just been simply Tory. at least he’s not carrying a laundry list of insulting names.

I say not REALLY a pet name person cause offhandedly Loki will casually slip a “dear” or “darling” in light conversation. But That’s merely here and there, not with any sort of real tender intimacy; and not Tory specific, as his kids get those, and like, Epi/Eury, Jesse/Laphi too. Though very genuinely nonchalant casual, flippant endearment, it is notably only amongst those whose company he permits himself to keep and is a level of familiarity that’s not permitted amongst EVERYONE, so….

…unless that’s a darling being used in condescending derision. Which is also valid and has popped up in sarcastic banter to Tory (and others!) over the years.

On THAT note, Loki does use Tory’s Royal titles sometimes… but SOLELY in the context of condescending derision. Lmao. Tory is much more down to earth than Maci is and receiving his titles of Underworld royalty was merely a kind of uncomfortable sudden thing that Tory had to learn to get used to. Loki uses them rarely and exclusively to irritate Tory or dryly snap at him— “Oh CERTAINLY, Your Highness” et cetera, or “Thank you, O Prince, for the honor” dripping with absolute sarcasm, etc etc.

Try as Maci might to turn it into a hot roleplay sex thing, Tory really doesn’t actually get much off of Loki purring royalty at him with any sort of submissive sincerity. “Sarcastically” is really the only context and times that Loki calls him any of that, even when they’re playing around. Okay fine one exception for just offhandedly in tandem with Maci (serving my Prince and Princess ;)))) etc etc…. but that’s really for Maci lmAO)…. Although even if in… Loki’s head he IS turned on ridiculously by the thought of Tory actually pulling rank on him so…… in his thoughts and dreams……

(Don’t worry Tory is a daemon and is possessively authoritative enough without having to formally bring silly little titles enough into it so… it’s fine it’s fiiineeee)

for Loki & Maci: OoooooOoOoHH IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE a fun fact about Loki and her actually that I’m sure I’ve never mentioned here!! It’s that Loki is one of the few people, maybe even the only person, who actively uses Maci’s full name! He almost always calls her Macaria!!

EVERYONE calls Maci Maci. Even the people she doesn’t get along with - Thanatos doesn’t use her full name; even her wretched father, even as formal and standoffish as he is, called her Maci like 80% of the time; but not Loki lmao.

It’s part of his nature to naturally steer away from nicknames, it’s a,, naming convention that doesn’t really come naturally to him (or his. Brother. you know.) as someone who’s always been VERY formal and proper and upon first even meeting her as Macaria, but call me Maci, he’s always just referred to her formally anyway. Yeah Thor has always done the same lmao. it’s an Asgard thing 🤪

Surely though Loki has integrated into the palace long enough to grow out of that though right?? Yes correct! MOSTLY HE’S CONTINUED TO DO IT CAUSE HE KNOWS IT ANNOYS HER.

After all this time, even more so than the reverse with Maci and Loki, the way Loki has referred to Maci has COMPLETELY changed entirely over the length of time from first meeting to like, now. With Maci at least she’d always lusted after him & been cooing at him in her head even while they hadn’t gotten along, but Loki really disliked her up until the past two years lmfao so uhh. Maci fully gave up on correcting him like 15 years ago, naturally the more she told him to call her Maci the more he made it a point to call her Macaria instead 💀 However…. In the modern day, there HAS been a marked shift now both in Loki’s thoughts and and out loud ; from Macaria (muttered derogatory, a curse in and of itself) to Macaria (affectionately purred, nestled in her arms) which is a huge enough very noticeable auditory shift for Maci to stop pouting about it.

Now… in very recent months, along those lines, there’s been a new development a couple of times, in which he has called her Maci, to her face or when talking about her. Just a handful of times, and each sporadically, in moments of small vulnerability. Loki using her nickname actual fucking name has now shifted to indicate a small subtle acknowledgment of intimacy … 🥺 For example very specifically, two canon convo quotes: when he’d returned to the palace after this last disappearance, crumpled into Tory’s lap before Tory took him back to Maci, there had been a moment at the beginning of their weepy talk - Loki mumbling, trying to push away again: “Surely Macaria’s furious for my lying and leaving… I can retire to my own bedroom, I know I don’t deserve your kindnesses.” versus.. just a little tiny bit later when Tory finally got him to admit the truth of what he actually wanted right then, which was, “…nothing more than to curl into a ball and disintegrate, preferably here in your lap. Or yours and Maci’s, if she’ll even have me.”

POINTING 🥺🥺 YOU SEE

(Side note Loki’s ridiculous “if she’ll even have me” ohgh my god he’s so absurd. yeah okayMaci would proceed to cling to him for a full 48 hours,)

Back in the day, Loki, silvertongue! Blessed with a way with words! kept all of his coarsest insult referrals for her JUST in his mind only as HE always found it more satisfying to insult her more intricately. Even if he’d been muttering to himself what an obnoxious spoiled bimbo she was, how lazily uncouth to just SAY that to her face even if had been what he’d been referring to her as in his head fgkfkgkgkgkg. (Maci meanwhile just fully calling him a douche to his face). TO her face, a litany of complicated clever insults and namecallkng, anything to push her buttons. Oh mygod two fucking TODDLERS these two are so RIDICULOUS. Of course, Loki’s internal monologue has since…. Shifted and I…. well I think he still calls her many of these things in his head LOL but with an undeniable air of affection stapled to it all now. (Somehow after all this time Loki has found himself indeed seduced by the inexplicable charm Maci has always had and though they are complete opposites he’s found himself fond of her absurdity so…)

Long ago, the polar opposite of with Tory - Loki had also found a key in the form of Maci’s Princess title, unlike Tory this is something Maci is INCREDIBLY ATTACHED TO - knowing this attachment over the years has allowed him to use it to his advantage. One, before Taki Fuego cropped up; to piss her off again - sneering about The Princess, and Her Demands in a tone of voice that implies the illegitimate air quotes lmfao. This is also a way Loki has referred to her snidely behind her back; wouldn’t want to aggravate The Princess, Her Highness (see also sarcastic honorifics like, Your Charming Wife). Two, this just is an easy way to manipulate her lmfaoooo, cause when I say Maci is incredibly attached to her title I mean on multiple occasions she’s directed (multiple people. not just Loki or Tory) many partners to refer to her as Princess in bed. Like. in lieu of any of your other standard dominatrix titles. Loki has found it previously easy to sway Maci to do things he wants by purring sweetly at her royalty, especially back when Maci was still lusting after him under the surface and he could taunt and tease her like this!! - ‼️ YOU KNOWWW THOUGH Now that their dynamic has shifted more formally into an actual sexual relationship this has actually become LESS effective as Maci HAS gained actual power over him. While seducing her is still incredibly easy, it is even easier for her to flip him upside down as now she has gotten intimately closer to him to catch onto what the fuck he’s doing. Also whatever he’s trying to seduce Maci into these days is usually like, distracting her out of making him talk about his feelings and stuff so 💀 lmfao jesus

Princess title does come out when insisted upon by Maci as aforementioned in lieu of any typical dominatrix titles✨✨✨ but I do feel the need to clarify that that is only sometimes and not every single time and most times Loki is physically incapable of keeping the eyeroll out of the sound of his voice lmfao

Finally….. Does Loki dare to refer to Maci and Tory as “his” in his mind, the way they both do think of him wholly as theirs? I… don’t think so. Not outloud…. Only in his deepest dreams. Hmmm.

thank you for asking and gbless if u made it to the end!!!!! a glimpse into Loki’s convoluted mind that he would never own up to……….

#and yes I typed this all on my phone 🫡🤪🤪#Elysium essays #Taki fuego #long post //#eloki #oc talk

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princeresnikov · 2 years ago

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it's in my nature {Tangerine} // 5

five. the scorpion: fantasizing about regicide to cope.

Chapter Summary: Clementine meets Yuichi Kimura, and realises The Prince is on the bullet train for more than just a joy ride.

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A/N: 4570 words. this one took a while because i have a new job!! its keeping me very busy!! but also im very excited because this chapter has a lot of dominoes being set up in it, and i hope they can pay off in the end!! again i feel like the prince is leaning a bit more heavily into her book characterisation but im not mad about it. also fuck book!wolf all my homies hate book!wolf. movie!wolf supremacy. anyways, i hope you like it, please lemme know your thoughts and feelings so far!!

Warnings: Don't be surprised when the OC is a terrible person and is implied to have done terrible things along with the rest of them. There will be smut in the future chapters.

Chapter Warnings: kind of implied torture, mentions of blood, implied daddy kink?? is that a warning??

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There is a man on the floor in front of Clementine's seat. Limbs at odd angles, it's clear he'd been shoved into the uncomfortable position simply to keep him out of the aisle. Before even fully acknowledging the situation or even her charge, Clementine drops to check his pulse. It's here she notices his bound hands, cutesy tape sturdily keeping his wrists together, so she presses two fingers against the soft underside of his jaw; steady.

"Sit him up would you, fruit fly?" The Prince orders cheerfully, as if there isn't a partially deconstructed handgun on the tray before her; Clementine will get to that, but she's really trying to deal with one thing at a time here. This day will not let up.

When she does finally stand, she turns wordlessly to The Prince, the silence demanding further explanation.Sure Clementine could move the poor man, she probably wouldn't even have to put down her bag, but too much today has already gone on unexplained.

"It's the best I could do without making a scene or a fuss," The Prince goes on to explain, giving an offhand gesture to the man on the floor with the half-assembled gun she had been fiddling with.Wrong answer.

"Malen'kiy Prints," Clementine's voice is ice cold, a warning, a murmur of carefully controlled anger from where she was frozen in place. The Prince purses her lips for the barest moment; she'd always been of the opinion that Clementine sounds too much like The White Death when she speaks Russian. As much as Clementine hated the comparison, it was useful when she needed to punctuate a moment, and this...this is all too much to go unexplained.

"He was going to kill me," The Prince says, regaining her composure only to pout almost comically, cool gaze focusing back on her victim, "had a gun and everything." At least this time she puts the half assembled gun onto the tray table in front of her instead of using it to gesture so casually. Still, there's no real care or concern from the girl; Clementine feels a little ill at the implications of it all.

"Why is he here?" Through gritted teeth.

"Whatever do you mean?" Everything about The Prince's sudden wide-eyed innocence is an expertly controlled mask, one Clementine knows all too well, and one through which she can see a family resemblance. In the face of a credible threat, The Prince, like her brother, always became smug. Confident in the power she is able to wield, The Prince fully believes she has nothing to really fear.

"Who is he? Why did you lure him here?"

A long moment passes, then another. Silence between the two, The Prince scrutinises Clementine with an almost clinical detachment, as if with intent to dissect. Clementine is fucking sick of the way this family look at her, but shewon't blink first.

Slowly, The Prince's lips twist with amusement.

"You don't even ask if I'm okay," there's something in The Prince's tone, or perhaps shining in her eyes, that Clementine can't quite comprehend. It makes the hair on the back of her neck rise.

"You are," a statement, not a question. The Prince's smile grows wider, that light in her eyes grows brighter.

"Just sit him up, we have time for explanations before he wakes up," the moment breaks like nothing peculiar had rust happened, and The Prince went back to carefully picking through the parts of the gun scattered before her.

So Clementine complies; she tells herself it's only because her own neck is beginning to ache looking at the poor man cramped in like that. After putting down her bag, it only takes her a moment to prop the man up, attempting a discrete medical check on him as she worked to shift him into what had been her seat. The bruising around his left temple and eye confused her, considering The Prince has never been a particularly physical fighter, however the moment the man's head lols towards Clementine as she's sitting him up, she get clarification by way of two minute, angry burn marks an inch and a half apart. What would be almost impossible to notice to the untrained eye is far too familiar to the operative, whose whole body tenses in visceral reaction the moment she recognises them.

"What kind of voltage did you use on him?" Clementine hissed, mind alight with the memory of how sharp the pain is from electricity. Once again she pressed her fingers against the man's pulse point by his jaw, just to double check;still steady.

"Hasn't changed from last time," considering Clementine knew the voltage of The Prince's taser was already illegally high, that isn't exactly reassuring. She does, however, take some small comfort in the begrudging tone The Prince takes with her next words; "it appears youdo have a higher constitution than I gave you credit for." Though both are far too aware that it was neither intended as a compliment, nor will it be taken as one.

"And the bruises on his face?" Retaining her focus, Clementine finds herself struggling to keep her composure after The Prince nonchalantly explains about the man having fallen face-first into the armrest; kneeling in front of him, Clementine still holds the man's face with one hand, the other moving to lift his eyelid to check -

"Don't wake him!"

"He might have a concussion!"

"He'lllive, you can check him when he's awake -"

"If he wakes up."

"You think you're the only person I tested on?"

There's a certain tone The Prince takes on almost exclusively around Clementine, a sharpness that betrays her impatience that she goes to great lengths to hide from everyone else. To her, Clementine's obedience has always been easy to buy, so she never felt as though she had to manipulate her into it, "weaker men than Mister Kimura here have survived, now take a seat, fruit fly."

"Where?" When Clementine finally leaves the man's side, it's to stand and level an truly unimpressed glare at the girl who just made her give up her seat to the man who allegedly came here to kill her.

The Prince sighed deeply, as if she had to take a moment to compose herself before pointing at the empty seat directly in front of her. The seats are at least staggered, meaning that if anything were to happen, the man would be as close to Clementine as he would be to The Prince. It's not ideal, but she figures between her own capabilities, the clear line of sight she'd be granted, and whatever scheme the hypercompetent teen behind her is running, The Prince wouldn't be inimmediate danger. However, as soon as Clementine is seated, bag in her lap, The Prince decides to situate herself in the seat in front of her victim, across the aisle from Clementine, able to better converse with her

"His name is Yuichi Kimura, and he's here to kill me because I pushed his son off the roof of a shopping complex," The Prince explains without a hint of worry or remorse, without even giving Clementine a chance to speak, "Idid doit to incentivise Mister Kimura there into tracking me down here; I need a favour from him." It's candid and no-nonsense, almost like it's trivial to her,even as she pauses to deliberate, "well, I needed someone with far more effective buttons to push than you," and she has thegall to sound amused at that, adding as an afterthought; "as his sonis alive,for now."

A white-hotrage burns through Clementine's veins in an instant upon hearing it, an long forgotten ache reigniting by her hip. But Clementine would never give The Prince the satisfaction of seeing her as any sort of hypocrite, so she chooses not to react.

"A favour?" Her gaze is shallow. All she can do is keep her thoughts and feelings in the immediate.

"I've got a whole little spiel about that," The Prince practically light up with gleeful anticipation, "right now you don't need to worry about it; I just want you here for when hedoes wake up, just in case," she gives a mischievous grin, as if she doesn't even believe what she's saying, "then you can go back to looking for that case for me." Something curdles in Clementine's stomach as she bites down on protests and questions alike.

It takes a long time for Clementine to swallow the orders without questioning them; her last hurdle was this teen girl and her ego, she tried to focus on that, on better things. Her freedom. Her bonus. Her future.

"You know, don't you?" Clementine finally murmurs, "you know the rightful owner of the case, who it's going to, don't you?"

"Of course," there's a strange moment in which The Prince's expression softens, some kind of question in her eyes that Clementine can't quite glean, "I told you it was never for me."

In this moment, it gets a little easier to breathe. If, amongst all this shit Clementine really washere to be The Prince's bodyguard her father's behest,perhaps she could simply focus on herself. If The Prince's scheme merely ran parallel to Clementine, if it didn'ttechnically involve her getting caught up in it all,thenmaybe she could consider forgiving the brat a little. After today, she never had to look back.

"Okay," Clementine finally nods, exhaling slowly. Her easy compliance seems to catch her charge by surprise.

"No follow up questions? Justokay?"

"Oh, I have a million but I doubt you'll give me a straight answer," Clementine's expression relaxes, opens up, meeting The Prince's gaze like it's a challenge, "so I'm adapting." The Prince is ready to meet her challenge, leaning forward with something in her eyes that has Clementine on edge.

"Adapting," The Prince somehow says the single word like a threat, tone poisonously bright as she continues, "is that why you came back sounding like someone else?"

How had it not registered?! How had she not caught that?! How could she let The Prince catch her so thoroughly off guard?! Clementine's Brooklyn accent is like neon in hindsight.

"Now I should ask," The Prince said carefully, leaning further forward into the aisle with a cruel smile, hands on her knees, "what happened when you went looking for the briefcase? Don't tell me you got distracted." It had been a crack in Clementine's mask; a sliver of power over her is more than no real power at all.

"No, ma'am," despite her furious disappointment, Clementine refuses to let The Prince know she was right. After her conversation with The Twins and The Son, she'd taken The Prince's call still sporting the accent she'd picked back up around Tangerine. It would have been a stark contrast from the accent she'd mirrored from the girl herself when boarding the train, but it had been allowed to stick as The Prince never made any mention or indication that she had noticed a change. Until now, of course. So she'd found her English accent once more, adding, "fugue state," by way of explanation as she willed her expression and tone to return to something neutral.

"Fugue state?" The Prince deadpans, clearly displeased with the unexpected answer. Clementine nods, doubling down. The Prince frowns, "am I not even worth the effort to lie convincingly to?"

"No, ma'am."

A genuinely sickened look passes over The Prince's face for a moment as she regards Clementine, disappointment and anger coalescing in her expression before the operative's very eyes. When it passes, she appears far less amused than she had after her momentary victory over her bodyguard.

"Lie all you want, you selfish, little Scorpion," The Prince's voice drops low, words spat with malice, "but today ismy day, not yours; I amyour assignment."

"Are you threatening yourself?"

"All I'm saying is that I'm not above jeopardising your assignment if you jeopardise mine," The Prince's smile is tight, "after all, I don't think my father will carewhy I ended up in hospital, just that a failure is a failure; you remember him saying that, don't you?" There's a violent kind of cruelty barely hidden beneath her candid tone that cuts Clementine to the bone, the words in clear, sharp Russian, "a failure is a failure."

Sometimes she sounds more like her father than her brother ever did.

Clementine won't break eye contact, won't react, expression blank even whilst rioting inside, alight with of pain, humiliation, andblistering anger.

"Say it, Clementine, I need to know you understand; a failure is a failure." Even if she says it in English this time, it's still a power move, cruel and simple and effective. All Clementine can do in this moment is concede.

"A failure is a failure."

"And you know better than to put either of us in danger byruining everything, don't you?"

Clementine is silent.

"Of course you do, because you're a tragically,pathetically passive creature who will doanything to survive. At least it makes you predictable andobedient," a scoff of disgust, "of course he was obsessed with you," she spits once more, calling back to their earlier conversation, "honestly the real shock was you growing something of a spine. But that's gone now.Clearly; lucky for me I suppose." In this moment, The Prince knows she's won, that she has Clementine under her thumb for the time being like her father before her, like her brother so often wanted.

But Clementine will not back down.

"If that's what you want to believe, ma'am."

The tension finally breaks when The Prince finally rolls her eyes, sitting back in her seat as exasperation practically radiated from her.

"You can go away now," she huffs, clearly put-out, "someone with a briefcase headed that way, go see if it's the right one," The Prince orders almost dismissively, gesturing with little more than a flick of her wrist towards the bar car. Standing, the teen stretches in an attempt to ignore the way Clementine's frowning at her, "go on, fly away, fruit fly." Looking past The Prince, Clementine draws her attention back to the still unconscious Kimura in the next seat along, "don't worry about him, he's all tied up, and I promise the first thing I'll let him know is that I have someone on standby to kill his darling son in case anything happens to me." The Prince casts her gaze over her shoulder to her victim, tonejarringly light all of a sudden, "he was fully prepared to kill the person who pushed his son, I think it's safe to say he won't try anything if the child is in danger; I don'treally need you here," then, almost spitefully, "adapt, Clementine."

There's a few brief but blissful moments wherein Clementine fantasizes about simply throwing The Prince out of the train's window, waving goodbye to her, and accepting her fate. But she can't; all she's worked for, all she'sdone, she'snot jeopardising thatnow.

"What did they look like?" Clementine asks one final question. "The person with the briefcase, what did they look like?"

"I think he had glasses," The Prince says after a moment of consideration, "and a hat; I think you'll know him when you see him." It's not much, but Clementine can work with it. So, finally, she stands. The Prince brightens upimmediately, "good; I'll call you if I need you." It was the only thing Clementine could honestly take her on her word about; The Prince was many things, but could never be called an idiot. So Clementine's stuck for a response, but then finds herself realising that,oh, wait, that's a thought! A thought for a different place, away from The Prince. As much as Clementine knows that leaving her teen charge alone with various weapons and a man she's blackmailing is a terrible idea, there was something undeniably appealing about having plausible deniability regarding the unfolding situation.

Before the door to the last car of the train there was a bathroom, and Clementine darts in, locking the door and immediately sagging against it with a heavy sigh. There she lets herself take a moment to breathe, even if it's shaky. Then, in a flash, she's tearing into her bag.Literally.

While a majority of its contents consisted of a surprisingly diverse range of medical supplies, Clementine also, of course, carried both essentials, as well as many discrete weapons. The first blade she grabs is a fold away knife attached to a keychain with countless useless, decoy keys she'd picked up over the years. The blade slices the lining at the end of the bag with ease.

Clementine was nothing if not prepared for any eventuality; passports and photocards from her various jobs across the world, each from a different country, rows of currency from various denominations, and the thing she found most important in this moment, a small plastic case full of old, SIM cards, all carefully packed between the leather and lining of her bag. The only SIM cards she ever bothered to keep were from jobs in the recent years where she'd made connections, had handed out her number at the time. For years she'd been in the habit of saving relevant numbers directly to her SIM card while on jobs as it made them far easier to both find and hide between both her more consistent personal phone, as well as the revolving door of burner phones she went through on the job. Once a fortnight she checked all that she kept on a burner phone to make sure there was no-one attempting to follow up with her. There's six from the past year, all prepaid with free international calls, all labelled in code in their tiny, plastic display box in the lining of her bag.

Box clutched between both hands, she slides down the door until she's sitting on the bathroom floor, knees drawn to her chest. Breathing carefully controlled, she knows there's no way he still has the same number... But she had totry. Because the last thing she wants is for Tangerine to come looking for her and instead find his assignment's resentful, scheming sister and the man with the gun she blackmailed. There's no way to spin that that doesn't end badly.

Despite it all, Clementine's hands don't shake; she retrieved the SIM card she'd used in New York, making quick work of putting it into the empty, second SIM card slot in her own phone beside the much newer Japanese SIM.

She never thought she'd be so relieved to see his the stupid name he'd been saved into her phone as, but the minute she sees it, there's a rush of warmth that fills her. It wasa chance, not just to warn him, but forreal contactagain -

It had been close to midnight, several hours after her shift had ended that day back in New York, with Clementine sitting daintily on the edge of his bed in her underwear as she frowned at the new contact screen on her phone. Tangerine had entered his number but the name section now taunted her with it's blankness.

So she'd asked him. It had been a test of sorts; she'd been curious to see what code name he'd give himself in the situation.

"I don't know, it's your phone," the balcony doors were open, Tangerine having stepped through them to light himself a cigarette. Leaning against the railing, he looked out over the Hudson River, wearing little more than his nondescript pyjama pants. For just a moment, Clementine admires him, aglow in the city lights. For just a moment, Clementine wishes she could experience moments like this honestly. But the moment ends, as all moments do.

"I just need something that won't raise suspicion; it can't be just your name," locking her phone, Clementine picked up his shirt that had been laying crumpled on the floor, throwing it on without bothering to do up more than one button, joining him in the cool night air, "'cause everyone will figure out where I'm going when I take these breaks," she mused as she leaned on the railing beside him. Without even having to ask, Tangerine offers his cigarette, and Clementine takes it, taking a long drag before handing it back, "'s unprofessional," she breathes out with a lungful of smoke.

"Nothing unprofessional about good customer service, love," Tangerine doesn't look at her, but he's smiling, sharp and teasing, eyes creasing at the corners in the way that brightens his whole face. Clementine grinned broadly, unashamedly watching him now. It takes a few moments of silence before he finally looks at her again, sees her just smiling as she watches him, "what?" He can't help but ask, and Clementine's grin gets wider.

"Detective,you are the onlycustomer I amservicing."

"'making me feel all special saying stuff like that," Tangerine jokes, but even as he looks away, Clementine can see his smile turning bashful. Then, almost as if to further deflect, "you know no-one would get mad if you took a call from your dad." It takes a few moments for his words to sink in and for Clementine to realise what he was implying, but by then not only is Tangerine looking intently in the opposite direction, but he's also mid-inhale on his cigarette.

"Is that really your suggestion?" She's grinning from ear to ear.

"Iswhat my suggestion?" Tangerine attempted to play dumb, but Clementine could hear him smiling.

There's no other number she would have saved under the name Daddy💖, and in the bathroom of the bullet train she's never been so glad to see that stupid contact name in her phone. All she has is hope, and a phone plan with unlimited international texting.

[tangerine]

It wouldn't be from a familiar number; her credit from New York expired months ago, so it would be confusing but innocuous enough if received by anyone else, but if he got it, he could at least reply so she could confirm -

Unable to deliver.

Fuck. Okay. Good to know. At least she tried.Leave the bathroom. Find the case. Finish the mission. One thing at a time. Focus on the moment, not the peripheries, the weird hurricane of uncomfortable coincidences that she's still trying to convince herself are just that.

So she tries to do just that. The next car along, the bar car simple, surely.

Except for the smashed glass and the sharp smell of iron-rich blood that even the air conditioning can't completely diffuse.

And the man in the corner; at first it looks as though he's asleep, but after a few moments Clementine can't detect the slow rise and fall of his chest that would accompany breathing. Something about the way he's sitting is awkward, like he was posed, bottle in his arms and blanket draped over most of him. Maybe it would have fooled someone else, or at least fooled them for longer. Just to make sure, Clementine speaks to try and get his attention, and when he doesn't react, she carefully holds her hand inches from his face; he's not breathing. It's like a switch is flipped, her caution abandoned as she drags the blanket off of him with one hand, the other checking his pulse; he's still warm, maybe she could -

The movement jostles him and the sunglasses fall away. The first thing Clementine realises is that she knows him, then she sees the crimson-stained gash in his nice white suit, right over his heart, and then it sinks in that despite how she's had her fingers against his pulse point for several long seconds now, his heartbeat has been completely still.

The Scorpion had always held great respect for The Wolf. They'd never been on conflicting jobs as The White Death's interests rarely conflicted with El Saguano, but they had occasionally worked parallel to one another when Clementine had taken assignments in America. Their field of work wasn't exactly popular; everyone good at their job became known in their world. Every bit as efficient and effective as Clementine ever was, however, The Wolf was one of the few in their line of work who she could honestly consider something of a friend, and still regarded the few times they drank together fondly, each time having been at the end of successful assignments.

Something inside of her shuts down. Each movement is muscle memory at this point, unbuttoning his top buttons, carefully trying to get a better look at the wound, inspecting it with clinical detachment. She could have stitched him up if he hadn't been hit in the heart. Her fingertips come away red and slick with blood. The bounty of medical supplies sitting right beside her are absolutely useless. If he had been hit anywhere else, she thinks she could have saved him. Sitting back on her heels, Clementine wipes his blood from her fingers on the sleeve of his white suit, and can't bring herself to get back up.

"Maybe in another life I could trust you enough to invite you to my wedding," he'd told her the last time he saw her. It was years ago now, but she still remembers the sunrise from the motel roof they'd clambered onto during the early hours of the morning. Clementine had laughed until he'd made a comment about how she couldn't bring her 'idiot boy toy'. Clementine just takes another shot. Tequila burns different when she's drinking with The Wolf; she'd wished he would just go back to his uncharacteristically fond tangents about his fiancé.

The Prince finds Clementine still in the bar car, with a deeply confused Mister Kimura in tow. Of course she takes the scene in stride; Clementine kneeling beside the corpse, who she'd tucked back in with his blanket, having taken and started to drink the bottle he'd been posed with; the liquor burned different than she was used to, it always did when she drank with The Wolf.

"You..." The Prince begins slowly, but Clementine doesn't look away from The Wolf's face, her own expression drawn, "don't have to keep looking,"for the case? At The Wolf? Clementine doesn't care enough to discern exactly what she means, "I need you to do something for me."

"Okay," comes from Clementine as a robotic mumble. She caps the bottle. There's no resistance, no resignation, no fight against the cruel teen puppeteer.

"Oh get up," at least it seems like The Prince is bordering on caring about Clementine, sighing as she takes the operative by the elbow, urging her to stand. Clementine obligingly stands, but her gaze is shallow when she finally looks to her charge. The Prince, after taking a moment to look over Clementine, almost as if sizing her up, reaches up and loops her finger through the chain of her necklace that was still peaking out by her neck, pulling it fully from where Clementine had tried to keep it beneath her collar. The clementine charm seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, but The Prince just smiled. Mister Kimura keeps looking between The Wolf and Clementine, his expression unreadable.

Clementine needs an incentive to get out of this car, she'll do anything, it feels like she can't breathe in here -

"Now fruit fly, there's a man in a blue suit; I need you to keep him distracted."

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kinglyisms-archived · 2 years ago

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A conversation; Casimir and Zero Topic: Zero's Heart Guest: an angry Eric

"Come on, lemme teach you a few things. Just how--bad is this heart condition? Explain it to me."

"Cas. You realize you can't even feed from me anyway, right? Like your power does take from the soul as much as it does emotion, right?" Yes. That was how an incubus worked. It's why Eric can't feed from him, even if he wanted to. Zero knows how this game works. He sighs and leans on the table, watching his friend across from him. Casimir was a good friend, they were just--a bit sometimes. Zero still adored them though. "It's not--it's not even technically a real heart condition. Not medically."

This was hard to explain. "When Eric created me he could only create half. Half the body, no soul. He didn't have enough power. It was literally like dropping half a meat suit onto the floor of the manor." Empty. Lifeless. Half finished. "So he--found the other parts. That includes the other half of a heart. I don't know exactly what he did, just that it was all stitched together. I can't even explain how I function without a soul." He thinks, but doesn't know, Artemis helped a little bit. Apparently, from what he did pick up from them, Eric had been greatly distraught over the entire thing. He's never seen Eric distraught. Pissed off, but not emotionally upset.

Half a heart. The other heart stitched on. They're following this, it's just taking a little bit for them to try and piece all the little informations together. "So, if I'm following this correctly, your heart beats irregularly because it's litterally two different hearts?" Casimir asked and Zero gave a single nod of his head. Half a heart created for him, half a heart stolen from someone else. Running off of whatever magic was probably keeping him alive. Casimir can't even wrap their head around how that logically works, but magic works in mysterious ways. "And there's no way magically to fix that? To make them whole?"

"I don't know. Having magic in me doesn't mean I understand magic. You're the Professor, Casimir, you tell me." Zero doesn't pretend to understand magic just because he has the blood of a Witch flowing inside of him. He thinks he actually understands it less because of that. The most he's learned to do with it is hide his--problems behind it. Illusion magic. The stitching on his body, the color of his eyes, he buries it all beneath magic if he's feeling well enough.

"I mean if you're asking me seriously, like you genuinely want to know, my answer would be to see a Witch Doctor. That, or some--more darker, more forbidden magic. Something that can physically, magically and medically remove the Witch's energy from the heart and make it yours. It'll remove the magic too, but that's the only way I can see about whatever that is." Satoru was big in dark magic, he knew a lot more of it than Satoru did. Would know about this aspect of it. If such a thing is even possible and plausable.

"No."

Both of them flinch at the sudden voice and turn their heads to the entrance of the kitchen where Eric stood. "Unless you're aiming to get Zero killed, hold your tongue, Incubus." Casimir shifts uncomfortably, just slightly. "I don't know the effect such a thing would have, and neither do you. I think it's time you leave. Zero can walk you out. Now."

#( and on this episode of: Days of the Manor Boys Lives )#( Casimir almost gets themselves banished from the manor )#♚ — resident; eric.#♚ — resident; zero.#♚ — resident; casimir rose.

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sakinotfound · 3 years ago

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can i request kakashi x little reader fluff and how he would take care of them? if thats okay ofc! (gn/female reader)

Kakashi Hatake x Little!Reader

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Little!Reader

Genre: pure fluff

Synopsis: Kakashi and your life with one another as a small cute family.

Warnings: None. Sorry if there are any typos, I try to remove them but sometimes I miss out.

A/N: Hello Akira! Thank you so much for the follow and for sending this request. It was lovely and I had fun writing about this. I really hope this is what you wanted and that you as well as other readers liked it. If you wanted something else, let me know! I'll try my best. Requests are open so send in what you want to read! This was my first ask hehehe *happy excited noises* :)

If we're talking about jōnin Kakashi, well, doesn't he already have three little babies? Why do you want to put him through much worse?😭 JK JK

Kakashi having to take care of a child a.k.a. you would be good for you but maybe not so much for him lol, at first.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't hate you but at first it's going to be a task. Either assigned by the Hokage or he himself took the duty on himself. Either way it's going to be a task. Taking care of a child is no kid's game.

The thing with you is, you are a child not a baby. So it can be both - a good and a bad thing. Lemme explain.

If you're a curious kid and always ask questions which is a good thing! Kakashi would sometimes get overwhelmed. Like you are a kid, how much does that little brain of yours think anyways?

But that isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact when you ask him questions even he isn't able to answer he feels oddly proud of you.

Also he also tries to indulge you in intellectual debates! Nothing too serious or traumatising for a kid, no. He doesn't want you to deal with stuff he had to go through.

He thinks it's a good way to stimulate your brain in a positive way. It would help your brain grow and develop cognitive abilities as well as make you a critical thinker.

Okay so at first Kakashi is going to be very… robotic with you. I mean he is going to make a list of what all you would need and make sure it's all done on time and perfectly. That you are content.

But then when you finally start to grow on him and he realises that as a child, apart from materialistic things and daily needs, you also deserve and need affection.

Hahahahaha Kakashi sweat drops real hard at that. Kakashi be like: "IKWYZVEGS HOW TO AFFECTION? BABY NEED LOVE WHAT DO I DO? SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP!"

JK. It isn't that bad. He isn't as stone hard as you think. I mean after Team 7, he is much better.

He would start slowly and carefully. He doesn't want to overstep any boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable around him. Of course it took time for you to trust Kakashi and be comfortable in his presence. So he doesn't want to ruin what you both had worked so hard on.

At first you would be slightly confused at his changed behaviour all of a sudden but you wouldn't stop him. It feels nice. You liked it. So you would let him do it and show it back too.

Slowly and gradually, with both of you working hard on improving your relationship with one another, it would be a very wholesome relationship.

It's your wish if you see Kakashi as a father figure, an older brother or just a very close and amazing guardian.

You trust and respect Kakashi a lot! Even though Kakashi has low self-esteem and doesn't think that highly of himself, your opinions on him are the exact opposite. You want to be exactly like him!

He is brave and strong. He is nice, kind and polite. He is smart and good at quick thinking. And he is an outstanding shinobi. How can someone not like him? He's so cool!

So when you first saw Kashi reading a book you wanted to start reading too. It doesn't matter if you had an interest in reading before or not, now you do even more. You copy him a lot. So you started reading too. Of course not porn but children friendly books.

When you were small, Kakashi would sometimes read you books at bedtime and then you would fall asleep. Now you both sit quietly in the living room or in a training ground with a book in both of your hands and just read. In between you would call him though to ask the meaning of some words or their pronunciation if they are too big.

One of your favourite times is when Kakashi takes you grocery shopping. Weird right? What's fun about grocery shopping?

Well Kakashi does most of the shopping but when he takes you it's because both of you are going to make something special for dinner.

Before you, Kakashi just used to cook basic things and live with it. He didn't care much. He just made sure it was healthy with a balanced diet because he was a working shinobi.

Now though, he likes to, he wants to make different things for the both of you because he thinks you are gonna like it. Sometimes it's healthy, sometimes not so much. Kakashi is very strict about your nutrient intake and healthy diet, keep that in mind. But hey, you can have some cheat days right?

So when you guys go shopping, you are bouncing and prancing around happily looking everywhere with big curious eyes. There's a huge smile on your face and honestly Kakashi feels his heart melt at your cute little face. He sometimes chuckles to himself or shakes his head at your childish antics but you are a child, so that's how you are supposed to be.

Children in Narutoverse don't really get a chance to be kids, well he most definitely didn't. So trust me when I tell you, he feels very happy seeing you act like a child. He wouldn't dare let anyone take it from you. He feels kind of envious that he didn't get that and that makes his goal to protect your innocence even stronger.

Yeah so I was talking about shopping. So after you come back with all the required ingredients as well as small things you asked to buy him here and there which he first denied but then you gave him puppy dog eyes, you guys start with the cooking/baking.

Oftentimes things don't work out and you both make a mess but there are times when you both work in silence and peace. It's a very smooth process. You two work very well together.

When you shop together, you cook together and Kakashi asks you to join him because he wants to teach you things when he isn't there to help you. Of course when he leaves on missions he asks his friends to take care of you but still. He is a firm believer in learning to do everything on your own. It had helped him throughout his life.

Some nights, you hear a scream from Kakashi's room which jolts you awake. You rush to his room only to find him huddled on the bed, legs pressed to his chest and head between his knees. He is whispering soothing words to himself and his position is acting as a hug from himself to himself. Honestly that breaks your heart. Something stabs you right in the chest. You realize for the first time, that the man who has always been so strong and fearless for you, cries to himself at night in the privacy of th four walls where no one can see him. Sure you live with him now but before you, he used to cry himself to sleep. And that just wasn't acceptable to you.

So you slowly crawl up to his bed, slightly tap him so as to not scare him and then place yourself on his lap. Arms wrapping around his waist, you hug him tightly.

You are just a kid. You can't do much. But you know how good it used to feel when Kashi would hold you close to him and whisper soothing words to you. You would just sleep listening to his heartbeat and his fingers in your hair.

"It's okay, Kakashi-san. You are okay. You are in your room and you are safe here." You whisper.

"It's not me I am worried about, little one." He finally speaks, sadly smiling down at you.

You look up and ask him what the nightmare was about. And he just shakes his head, not wanting you to know the gruesome things he has done and seen.

So instead you tell him something. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. But I just want to tell you that I find you really cool. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. You are really very strong. I respect you a lot and I am thankful for having you in my life. Thank you for everything you have done for me. I love you a lot Kakashi-san."

He is speechless for a moment. He doesn't know how to respond to all the things you just said. It had been so long he heard those words though. Yeah, the last sentence struck him hard. It reminded him of when his dad used to say that to him as a child. And then he…

Tears start forming in his eyes and his shoulders start shaking. "I love you too kiddo. I love you a lot."

You both just lay in bed for sometime. He wipes his tears and asks you to go to sleep now. It was late.

"Can I sleep here with you? If it doesn't bother you of course."

"Sure." He ruffles your hair and smiles. That crinkle-eyed smile, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "You never bother me Y/N."

One day he takes you to meet Team 7. Having Kakashi Hatake as your caretaker, you were growing up to be a very smart person. You were observant, careful and mature. So when you met the teenagers you got along just fine with them.

At first Sakura cooed when she saw you and started to treat you like a baby, which you didn't like at all.

But then Naruto got annoyed at all the attention Sakura was giving you. "C'mon what's the big deal about them anyways? They're just a kid."

But Sakura just ignored him and continued babying you to which Sasuke let out an irritated groan. "Stop it, will you Sakura? They're visibly uncomfortable."

He knew how irritating it was when people babyed you. And frankly you were relieved he said something. Sakura immediately stopped after that.

After that, you talked to them and Sakura realized you were so much different and definitely not an innocent ignorant child. She immediately felt bad for her behaviour. But she also felt really proud of you. She was in awe of you. And that was the beginning of your friendship with her. Sakura at that time was a very naïve and immature girl. You weren't all that mature either considering you were just a child but you often found yourself correcting Sakura when she said or did things that were wrong or based purely on her infatuation with the Uchiha boy.

Talking about the Uchiha boy, he was the one who got you into the shinobi world. He was a very focused and determined person and seeing him train and spar made you really fascinated with the shinobi world.

So one time you went and asked him why he worked so hard and why he wanted to become a ninja? His answer wasn't something you understood properly but you got what you needed. And that was the start of your personal journey to become a ninja.

Out of all the three, Naruto was definitely your favourite. Your start was rocky but eventually you both grew to like each other a lot. Naruto treated you like his younger sibling, just how he treated Konohamaru. It was fun being with him.

Oftentimes you would sit on the grass and watch Sasuke and Naruto spar. Kakashi noticed but never acted upon his observations. He didn't really want you to become a ninja. He knew what was to come and he was terrified that you would have to go through that. The thought of you being hurt or even dead, sent shivers down his spine. He didn't want to lose another one of his loved ones. And he had sworn to protect you.

He refused you at first, when you brought up the topic. You were confused. And he wouldn't even give a logical explanation which irritated you. That's what led to an argument. At the end of which you found out what was holding Kakashi back. You felt bad now. But you explained to him how his fears couldn't control your life. That it was wrong. That becoming a ninja is what you want, what you feel connected to, that you wanted to protect him like he protects you.

So he agreed and apologised.

NOW! Movie nights, picnics, annoying Gai and making the life of his genin worse with Kakashi were your favourite things to do. But also, training sessions with him were a great bonding time. You both felt very connected with it.

Talking about Gai, you really liked him too. To you he was very different and very cool. So you two got along just fine. Kakashi even sent you to him when he wanted you to practice your Taijutsu and body building.

All in all, Kakashi is a great guardian who takes care of you a lot, loves you till death and beyond and having you in his life definitely made his life a thousand fold better. He finally had someone to call family. He was very happy and he made you happy too.

#Kakashi Hatake #Kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #hatake Kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi #naruto #naruto x reader #kakashi fluff #platonic kakashi #krishna's requests

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sovtwords · 3 years ago

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a king and his pawns

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader x miya atsumu warnings: 18+, royalty!au, threesome (M/M/F), bisexuality, anal, double penetration, hand jobs, blow jobs, doggystyle, kissing with cum, dom/sub undertones, fluff, established relationship w/c: 7.7k a/n: -AO3 LINK HERE- This is a little side-story thing I wrote for a royal!au I haven't actually gotten around to writing yet so WELP. It's fine tho, this was written for Kita's bday and he deserves it. LOVE YOU!! This fic features men engaging in sexual acts together so if that ain't your cup of tea then feel free to back out if you're uncomfortable! I'm bad at writing smut anyway, you'd probably be doing yourself a favour lmao. Regardless, enjoy!! Please lemme know what you think.

Kita Shinsuke was stressed. It’s not often the King loses his cool, but it seems as though life wishes to taunt him this week. Trade with Corvus has momentarily stopped due to an internal dispute meaning the Kingdom will be low on textiles for the unforeseeable future, a sudden drought has put the crops at risk, and Ginjima continues to test his patience with every new raid on the homesteads just outside of the kingdoms border - not within where Kita can arrest him, but close enough to be a thorn in his side.

He’s so very tired and so very alone, and everyone sees it as they convene for weekly meetings. They eye him with worry, yet he shrugs off every word of concern with the grace as befitting his title, though his Masters of War and Prosperity respectively eye him the most, the worry so potent on Lady Miya’s face he feels a warmth blooming in his chest. She even dares to lay a comforting hand on her king, and he allows only her to disregard her courtesies (not that she would ever forget them) and touch him. It’s nice to be treated well.

The meeting ends, and Kita is so close to retiring to his balcony to rest for a while until he notices that the happily married couple stay. “Ya alright there, Kita?” Atsumu asks, opting to drop all formalities and talk as friends like when they were younger. Kita’s glad for it.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and knows it wasn’t very convincing with the way they stare in disbelief. “Things are just tense right now. I’m sure we’re all feeling it,” he elaborates. Lady Miya takes his hand in hers once more, small fingers gripping tightly onto his. He keeps his eyes trained on them.

“That’s right, but you don’t have to burden this alone. It’s why you have your council. And you don’t have to hide anything from us. We’re here to listen to you, my King, so please – share your worries with us, so that you might feel better.”

Ah. His heart clenches with affection, and a soft smile grows on his face when he looks at the earnestness in your gaze, thumb idly stroking your fingers and momentarily forgetting that your husband is still in the room, sitting just to his left. But it’s so easy to forget that when his attention is focused on the right of the table, when Atsumu himself hasn’t said a word when normally he would screech if anyone dared get chummy with his wife, King or not.

“Thank you, my Lady. It warms my heart to know that you care so deeply,” he says carefully, pulling back with a quiet sigh. “But I’m fine, truly. I find that reading the books that you gifted to me helps me to relax.”

“I know another way ya might relax,” Atsumu interrupts before his wife gets sucked into a long conversation about stories.

“What is it?”

“Well, it’s something more suited for behind the doors of your chambers, if ya catch my drift,” Atsumu smirks, while his Lady looks appalled. Kita feels the tips of his ears burn but keeps his expression as stony as ever.

“That’s crude, Atsumu. And you know that I’m averse to…” he trails off awkwardly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Atsumu laughs.

“I know ya don’t take concubines. But that doesn’t stop ya from reading the spicier books in the library, does it?”

“What’s yer point, Atsumu?” He asks bluntly. Better to get whatever trick he has planned over and done with. The blonde smirks, eyes shifting between himself and his wife.

“Was just wonderin’ if ya wanted a private show, that’s all. My Lady here makes for quite the spectacle. Just a way for ya to destress.”

Lady Miya gasps loudly, a blush burning on her face as she stares at her husband in complete shock while Kita’s heart stalls in his chest.

Watch his friends while they… No. That’s a boundary he should not cross. No matter how many times his eyes have slipped downwards to where your chest is pushed upwards by the corsets of your newer dresses, or how smooth your neck looked when you lean over to discuss reports with him, he…no. Such intimacy should belong in their bedroom, not his. Right?

“Atsumu, that's not a funny joke. You should watch your mouth and apologise to your wife for embarrassing her“

“Hold on now, your highness, she didn’t say no.”

Kita blinks. Looking to where she sits, he sees the obvious humiliation on her face, clear as day as the heat on her cheeks. But with it, a look of conflict, a spark of curiosity in your eyes when they lock with his.

“I…If it pleases my King, then I don’t mind. I would do anything for my King,” she says resolutely, and the way your voice grows airy every time she speaks of his title sends sparks straight to his groin. He swallows harshly, opens and closes his mouth a few times as he feels the heat of Atsumu’s smirk boring down on him. It had definitely been a while since he’d done anything of that nature, but… was this really ok?

It’s silent for what seems like forever. Eventually Kita calls out to the servant standing outside the council room.

“Find the largest chaise you can find and have it delivered to my room. I want it there by tonight.”

God’s above, save him. He was really going through with this.

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Night has fallen, the castle is quiet.

He doesn’t know how he should act. It seems as though nobody except Atsumu knows how to act, if the way Lady Miya sits with her back straight as a pillar and arms folded politely in her lap was any indication. Atsumu lounges against the chaise in front of Kita’s bed with a drink in one hand and fingers twirling through the sash of your robe in the other , waiting for either Kita or his wife to make any sort of move, though it seems as though their nerves have gotten the best of them.

“Shy, Kita?” the blonde Lord asks. Kita gives an embarrassed furrow of his brows, but stays quiet. Atsumu chuckles. “Well then. Does my King agree to let me be the one in charge tonight?”

How treacherous of Atsumu to ask, but with no real idea on how to go about this, Kita relinquishes control with a mute nod of his head. Better to let Atsumu take the reins than for him to accidentally cross a boundary he was unsure of. Atsumu downs his wine in record time, and moves to place it on a nearby dresser before returning to his Lady. He takes hold of your face with such reverence and love that Kita has to look away and swallow down the bitter jealousy swirling like bile in his gut. He hears Atsumu whisper some reassurances to you, and nimble fingers undo the sash around your waist.

You stand up at Atsumu’s request, and he takes your spot on the chaise, posted in front of the King for his viewing pleasure. “Didn’t want ya to miss this,” Lord Miya says, and swiftly loosens your robes, letting them pool around your feet and laying bare your silky and soft flesh for Kita to see. Dark eyes rove over plump breasts, wide hips and thick thighs, and he’s convinced that no concubine in the world could ever compete with the beauty standing in front of him, made all the more sweeter that you’re a coveted treasure by your husband, making Kita the only other man to ever see you like this. It makes his cock twitch in his breeches, and makes Atsumu smile devilishly because he knows the effect this is having on his superior.

Your gasp alerts him to the fingers that have slipped between your legs from behind to cup your sex, brushing against the light hair that Kita wants nothing more than to bury his face in right now. “She’s as sweet as a peach, this one,” Atsumu coos, pressing all the right buttons and gifting Kita with moans and sighs that Angels would blush to hear. “As wet as one, too. Let’s show King Kita, shall we?”

Without prodding you sit in Atsumu’s lap and allow him to spread your legs wide, and the candlelight makes the slick gathering on your cunt and thighs glisten, Kita’s brain faltering at the sight. His body grows hot with want, with need , and he nearly rips his shirt off of his body, composure slipping with each second that passes. Atsumu offered to let him watch, but now he’s not sure if he’s content to be just a bystander.

You hum and squeal when Atsumu pushes two of his fingers past your folds, pushing in and out at a gentle pace that you’re no doubt familiar with as he prepares you for greater things to come. “Yer so quiet, Kita. Are ya not enjoying yourself?”

The Lady looks at him then, a gentle pinch to her brows. “Are you…not satisfied with me, my King?”

Atsumu flashes an exaggerated pout over your shoulder. “Yeah, my King. After exposin’ my wife like this for ya, is she not enough?”

“She’s beautiful,” he chokes, clears his throat but it has little effect with how thick with lust his voice has grown. “She’s perfect.”

The smile on your pretty little face does funny things with his head.

“Ya hear that, my love?” Atsumu holds you close and rocks you side to side. “The King thinks yer beautiful. I dunno if many ladies can say that. Say thank you.”

“T-Thank you, my King. I’m honoured,” you grin. Kita gives you a small smile in return, though it falters at the edges when Atsumu catches you off guard and thrusts his fingers into you with great speed. It sounds wet and hot and Kita’s hand wraps around the bulge in his pants, stiff and begging to be touched, especially when the usually composed Lady Miya in front of him whimpers and pants like you’re in heat, moving your hips in sensual ways and locking eyes with Kita to steal the air from his lungs.

“A-Atsumu!” you gasp, wrapping a hand behind you to grasp the hair of your husband, but the smirk stays on his face, enjoying your plight. “Be gentle!”

“You love it,” he shushes you, planting kisses on your neck and biting down on your shoulder when you grow too rowdy. “Besides, we promised King Kita a good show, didn’t we? I have to prepare ya, don’t want ya cryin’ because yer tight hole wasn’t ready to be filled.”

You moan loudly when Atsumu brushes over your clitoris roughly, small hands moving to cover your mouth, and it’s the final push Kita needed to remove his trousers and take his cock in hand.

You watch in silence as he undresses, eyes immediately zoning in on the length and girth of his member, biting your lip for a different reason than when your husband removes his fingers from your core. Atsumu brings them up to the light to look at them curiously. They’re soaked from knuckle to fingertip, and when he pulls them apart tendrils of your slick keep them connected. Kita’s overcome with the desire to touch it, to touch you, see how you taste.

The smile Atsumu gives him sends chills through his body, as if his Master of War had read his mind.

“I think he wants a taste, my sweet,” Atsumu rubs soothing circles into your hip with his free hand, keeping his calculating eyes on his King. “What do you think?”

“The King can have whatever he wants,” is your answer, hiding a smile in your husband’s jawline while he laughs. Fuck, they were going to drive Kita insane. What surprises him even more, is instead of offering your pussy for Kita to lose himself in, Atsumu holds out his hand, like offering his fealty to the King once more as he had sworn so long ago.

“Then by all means, have a taste.”

There is a moment where it’s entirely too silent save for the heavy breathing Lady Miya is trying to get under control. A million thoughts run through Kita’s mind as his eyes flicker between Atsumu’s fingers, his childhood friends’ face, and the naked woman before him. It feels like entirely new territory, uncharted waters that Kita has only thought about dipping his toes into before running back out for fear of falling too deep into the water.

But in Atsumu’s eyes there's nothing but trust and desire, and in your eyes there's encouragement and adoration. His heart hammers in his chest, and burns with the overwhelming love and support from his closest. It makes his limbs move before his brain can catch up, leaning forward with his mouth opening while Atsumu’s grin grows wider, taking the digits in his mouth before hesitation can settle.

It’s strange, to suck on your best friend’s fingers, long and thick in his mouth, calloused from years of sword fighting as his tongue brushes against the pads of his fingertips. He can barely taste the saltiness of his skin though, as your sweet juices invade his senses like a summer wine, pure and sweet like the woman they came from. He grabs hold of Atsumu’s wrist when he makes to remove them, licking and scraping his teeth on them in a way that makes Atsumu’s breath hitch with widened eyes, and Kita mentally records it as a win before slowly releasing with a pop, lines of spit breaking the further away Kita gets as he takes his place on his bed once more, precum leaking from his slit.

It is Lady Miya who breaks Atsumu out of his trance with a gentle hand cupping his cheek and turning his attention back to the situation at hand. The smile on your face is light-hearted, if not mischievous, a gleam to your eye letting Kita know that you enjoyed what you just witnessed. “I think, dear husband, I’m ready to get fucked hard for the King.”

An impish grin blooms on Atsumu’s flushed face immediately at his wife’s forwardness. Honestly, Kita had never expected the Lady to be this way. You had always been on the reserved side, befitting your rank and lessons in etiquette. Quiet, polite, spoke when spoken to. If someone had told him a few years ago when Atsumu had introduced you to Kita when you were still giving the twins lessons in etiquette that he would be witnessing you in such a lewd position and answering all of the fantasies he had locked away, he would have almost laughed out loud at the absurd notion.

Funny how life works.

“Should we let his Royal Highness choose how I do it?” The blonde pushes his hair out of his eyes, and both Lord and Lady Miya look at him, eyes alight with interest.

“I…,” Kita clears his throat, brain bringing forth images of every position imaginable. He squeezes the base of his cock. Save it for the grand finale. “I want the Lady on her hands and knees facing me.”

That causes Atsumu to laugh in delight.

“Ah, takin’ her from behind, like mounting a bitch in heat,” he snorts. You pout at the language, but Atsumu kisses it away, lips pressing lightly against the bridge of your nose until you’re smiling again. “Never would’ve assumed ya liked it that way. Not very proper, is it?” Atsumu comments.

“Are you here to question your King on what he likes in bed, or are you going to deliver on your promise and show me somethin’ good?” Kita remarks.

Atsumu delivers another laugh as he lifts his wife off of his lap and places her onto the soft, cushioned chaise lounge as promised, knees spread apart and encouraging you to lean onto your elbows.

For a moment, as Atsumu undresses, he regrets not choosing a position that allows him to watch more closely as he enters in and out of you, but any complaints he has dies when Atsumu spits into his hand and rubs at his stiff member, lining it up with your entrance. Kita nearly cums all over his hand when he locks eyes with the woman across from him as Atsumu pushes in with a sigh of relief, no doubt seeking any sort of pleasure for his aching cock just like Kita. At least he has a pussy to bury himself in. King Kita just has his fist.

Your eyes flutter as Atsumu goes deeper into your tight cavern, groaning and furrowing your brows while you clutch onto the chair beneath you. You whimper when he bottoms out, and are only given a moment to adjust while Atsumu looks at Kita in question.

‘Shall I start?’, he seems to say.

Kita nods, and watches in perverse fascination as Atsumu rears his hips back and thrusts forward once more, making you choke on a scream as he sets a relentless pace, not holding anything back.

Your moans mix with yelps and screams of pleasure as your husband pounds into you from behind, round hands on soft hips and curls loosening from where they were pinned back on your head. Kita’s eyes stay glued to where your tits bounce with the force, hand finally giving him some relief and stroking his weeping cock, unwinding some of the tension in his shoulders and stoking the fire in his gut. He wants to reach out and fondle your chest, your nipples, but stays his hand, fear of crossing that damned boundary getting to him.

Atsumu is loud, he realises, almost as loud as his wife is right now. He groans and he growls like a wild animal, so overcome by the feeling of his Lady, of everything that she is, and praises fall from his lips like the water rushes down the mountain’s peaks.

“F-Fuck, yer so tight, I love it,” he grits, reaching over to grab hold of your chest like Kita wanted to do so badly. “So wet for me, for your King. Ya love getting fucked in front of him, practically beggin’ me for weeks.”

Kit almost feels as if he shouldn’t be hearing this conversation, but such crude words make him fist his cock faster, wet with precum and helping him ease the friction of hand to dick.

“A-Atsumu, I-”

“Don’t lie,” he laughs. He pinches your nippple roughly, and earns himself a gasp. “Every time ya called me yer sweet King, you were thinkin’ ‘bout him, too. Weren’t ya?”

You can say nothing, only look at your ruler with unbridled lust in your eyes. It’s getting harder to breathe now as he pumps his dick in time with his friend’s thrusts, entranced by the look on your face and Atsumu’s voice.

“Thought s-so,” Atsumu stutters when he rubs at your clit and you squeez hard. “Well, I’d do anythin’ for ya. Guess that includes fuckin’ ya silly in front of your King.”

Atsumu tsk’s and lifts your torso up so Kita can have the best seat in the house. Eyes stay glued to where they are connected, pistoning in and out of your walls and glistening with your slick. It brings forth images of wanting to get closer, let his tongue feel the both of them at once but it's so outlandish that it brings heat to his cheeks and pushes him closer to his release, chest heaving with exertion as everyone in the room reaches a crescendo like a symphony of sex.

That is until Atsumu stops abruptly, and it's so sudden and odd when the sounds of skin slapping cease that it causes everyone to lose their high, cooling down with irritation and impatience.

Atsumu's chest heaves air with great effort, yet his eyes are sharp as he regards his King.

"I think," he starts, easing out of his wife slowly, making you whine at the loss. "King Kita is lookin' a lil lonely. And it's our duty as his advisors and subjects to serve the King, right my love?"

You blink in surprise, when a smile curls at the corner of your lips, one that you definitely learned from your husband. Affection blooms on Atsumu's face at your reaction.

"We should give him a hand," the blonde declares, and suddenly he's carrying his wife over to the royal bed, laying you down gently against the rich, maroon satins and silks, hair splayed around you in rivulets like water. With equal parts curiosity and hesitation lacing his limbs, he moves further up the bed at Atsumu's insistence, coming face to face with you as you smiled kindly at him, lidded eyes and bottom lip plump from where you bite it.

He gives you one in return, one of the rare, genuine smiles he reserves for when he's with his closest and when he's happy. The sound of a throat clearing snaps his attention back to where Atsumu kneels at the end of the bed, cock bouncing against his lower stomach with every shift on the featherbed.

"Does my King allow us to do as we please with him?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he says yes, aching to feel the touch of something other than his own hand for once. Atsumu smirks.

“Wonderful.”

Moving closer, all three find themselves huddled in a circle of sorts, with two sets of eyes hungrily staring at him. Atsumu looks at his wife, and she stares right back. It becomes apparent to Kita then and there, that there is no imbalance between them. Though you may fold your hands when appropriate and open your mouth when addressed in broad daylight, though Atsumu’s words and hands guide you behind closed doors and you part your legs for him like a blossoming flower, they are, without a doubt, equals in every sense of the word. Atsumu gazes at you with such adoration it would give the poets something to sing about for centuries to come, and he is certain that if you were to give an order, Atsumu would bend and do it for you, no questions asked.

It’s funny - the Master of War and the Master of Prosperity; two things that could never work hand in hand, but ultimately make for a wonderful pair.

And it makes Kita’s heart yearn for even a drop, an ounce of what they share, for someone to look at him the way they do each other.

“Maybe I should give you some tips on how to go about it, my sweet,” Atsumu says, and it’s all the warning Kita gets before a large, rough hand wraps itself around his member. He jerks at the feeling, eyes wide at the blonde smirking before him, and he looks frantically at the Lady beside him who offers nothing more than a demure upturn of her lips.

“What are you doing?” demands Kita, but the words end in a choke when Atsumu’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock.

“I’m showin’ my wife how to please ya.”

“I-I think she w-would..” Kita has to stop talking to emit a whimper when Atsumu’s hand squeezes his dick. He swallows hard. “I think she would know how to please a man by now.”

“Hmm, yer right. She sure does know how to get me going, but…”

He removes his hand from Kita’s shaft for a brief moment to lift his wife’s leg, dragging a hand through your thighs and bringing it back to Kita’s erection, now slick with his wife’s juices and providing smoother friction.

“No harm in remindin’ her of the lessons. Watch carefully, love.”

It moves expertly up and down his length, knowing when to twist and squeeze, when to go fast and slow. Kita’s hips jerk up into Atsumu’s hand, unable to help the sighs and moans flying out from his chest. It feels good, so so so good, and a softer, more feminine pair of hands scrape gently over his chest, toying with his pert nipples and sending sparks straight down to his groin.

“He seems to like that,” you whisper, pressing your lips to the pulse in his neck. Kita is positive it must be ready to burst from his skin right now, yet still you suck and nip and paint his skin in the most delicate hues while your husband’s hand increases in speed. His other hand reaches down to fondle Kita’s balls, heavy and begging for release. Whines and whimpers grow louder as he approaches that sweet edge.

Atsumu hums. “He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he, my love? I bet you’re just drippin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it inside ya. Hungry for another man's dick.”

You shiver from your spot beside Kita, a hand scratching at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine, and a pink tongue poking out to lick at his nipples.

“P-Please…” Kita begs.

“Well, ’m hungry myself,” Atsumu continues, and swiftly dips down to take the head of Kita’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand never ceases its upwards and downwards motion. It's wet and hot, and the swirling of Atsumu's tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered is enough to make Kita moan aloud in surprise and pleasure. His face glowing red as he desperately thrusts into Atsumu's mouth but his brain is too clouded with lust to feel embarrassed at this moment.

His fingers grip onto rich bed sheets as he loses himself in the heat of Atsumu’s mouth, that mischievous tongue of his being put to good use and stroking the vein on the underside of his prick before bobbing up and down in time with his hand. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling tongues on different parts of his body but it feels glorious, to have these mouths worship and love him like he craves but never says aloud.

It feels like Atsumu’s mouth is barely on him for a moment before Kita is grasping onto the nearest things he could latch onto, Atsumu’s head of hair and your hand conveniently already in his, and he holds onto both for dear life as he cums with a loud and long groan, releasing into his friends mouth with surprise and twitching with the aftershocks when Atsumu keeps him in his mouth for a tad too long.

“T-Too much, please,” he stutters, and Atsumu takes pity on him for the time being, laughing at how wild and unkempt his King looks right now.

“I guess you’ll have to test out yer skills next time. Come here,” hands reach for his Lady’s face, and he lets drops of Kita’s cum still in his mouth fall into your own open and awaiting jaws, sealing it with a kiss that’s all tongue and wildness. The perverse sight of them sharing his fluids makes his cock twitch to life again with alarming speed, but it’s also the words echoing in his ears that stick with him.

Next time. Implying that this won’t be a once off thing, a strange night to remember for years to come.

It makes him hard in seconds, even after spilling his seed in his friend's mouth.

If the couple beside him are surprised at his recovery time, only Lady Miya shows it with a raise of your eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

“Do you wish for more, my King?” you ask, traces of his load shining on the corners of your lips. He stops himself from reaching over to lick it off.

“Yes,” Kita sighs, and his chest seems to deflate with the motion, his words needy and wanting. “Please - keep going.”

“What do you want? Anything for you,” your hand cups his face with such gentleness he could cry. How sad it must be, for the simple touch of a person could be enough to shake him.

“I n-need you, I want you on top of me-” he has to stop himself with a sharp intake of breath. Eyes wide with fear look over to where Atsumu sits, a uncharacteristically stoic look on his face that makes Kita’s anxiety flare up. After a moment of silent contemplation, he opens his mouth.

“Does my King command it?”

It offers Kita a moment to rethink his words, to retrace his steps before they were taken. And as he looks at the faces of his friends for any signs of discomfort, looks at you for clear rejection, he sees no hesitation or resistance in either of their expressions. Only eagerness, anticipation for what could come. It strengthens his resolve.

“He does,” Kita says, with the air and grace of the King in power he is. And Atsumu grins like that cat who got the cream.

“Perfect,” he sings. “Lay back, yer Grace. Let us do everythin’ for ya.”

Doing as told, Kita finds himself a comfortable spot against the pillows and cushions, cock resting hard on his belly and watching as Atsumu coaxes his wife to straddle his hips. Hands fly instinctively to the squishy flesh of your hips and thighs, smooth like satin, and his grip on you only grows tighter once he feels just how wet you are, practically dripping onto his lower abdomen. It drives him mad with excitement, knowing he’s seconds away from shoving himself into your tight hole.

“Go on,” Atsumu encourages when you look back at him in question. “I’ll help ya when ya need me.”

Biting your lip, you peer down at Kita.

“I’m ready,” he assures you with a squeeze of your hips. You reach down to grab his member and he hisses when you pump him a few times, dragging it up and down your soaked folds. He worries his bottom lip at the sensation, and just when he gets used to it you line him up with your entrance and begin to sink down on him, ever so slowly.

He loses the ability to breathe when your warm heat engulfs him. His eyelids flutter, his toes curl, and they haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Atsumu hums in approval when you finally sink down, hips flush with Kita’s, sighing in unison. You can’t help the grinding of your hips, trying to accommodate his size and girth, but it makes him growl and still your hips. “Give me a second,” he pleads. And you do, leaning down to give him his first kiss of the night. He can taste himself on your tongue, taste Atsumu along with him, and your tongues tentatively brush and move against each other as you grow accustomed to the feeling of your lips on the others.

He catches his breath when you pull away, blinking out of a stupor, and it seems as though Atsumu has had enough with waiting, for he clears his throat loudly. “Ready to get started?” They both nod. “Good.”

With that said, Atsumu holds on tightly to your hips, hands over Kita’s that stay locked on your flesh, and begins to slowly lift you off of his cock, only to push right back down. Kita groans at the fluttering of your gummy walls around him, head thrown against the pillows while Atsumu increases the speed and pace with which he picks his wife's body up, getting you into a mindblowing rhythm and bouncing you on Kita’s member.

Atsumu certainly dictates the speed and rhythm right now, and the coil in Kita’s gut begins to make a reappearance with every clench of your pussy around him. You’re both at the mercy of Atsumu, who alternates between stealing the air from Kita’s lungs with bringing your hips down hard and fast, or slowly and maddeningly gyrating your hips so that Kita presses against every spot inside of you, massaging that sweet, spongy flesh hidden deep inside that has you gasping out a strange mix of their names and clawing onto Kita’s chest for stability.

“That feel good?” Atsumu asks. He’s met with a chorus of moans and whines from his Lady and his King, but he isn’t satisfied with that. “I said, does that feel good?”

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” You gasp, and are rewarded with kisses and nips to your neck by your husband. Dark eyes peer at Kita over your shoulder, demanding an answer from him as well.

“Yes,” the white haired man grunts. “F-Feels so fuck- fucking good.”

“My, my! Our King has a naughty mouth. My sweet, how does his cock feel?”

Your moans are light and breathless when Atsumu rocks your hips back and forth. Your juices stain Kita’s abdomen, and he’s tempted to reach out and swipe some up on his finger to lick. “He feels so big! So so so big, it’s too much, it’s- oh!”

Kita is almost as surprised as you are when Atsumu guides his King’s hand to your swollen folds, showing him how to rub at your clit with practiced motions. You careen in response, hips moving erratically and crying about how good it feels.

“Tell him, not me,” Atsumu laughs.

“Oh, my King, my sweet King, you feel amazing. I love your cock so much, stuffin’ me full, I can’t take it, I love it I love it I love it!”

Your praise, your words, the heat of your cunt; it all goes straight to his head and his heart, and the coil in his gut tightens dangerously, ready to burst his seed into you and fill you up, but Atsumu has your plans before he can reach his peak.

Atsumu lifts your hips up one final time, but doesn't bring them back down. The disappointment in the room is immeasurable, denied a high once more when they were just so close to falling off the edge. Lady Miya whines loudly and impatiently, having been denied her orgasm twice now.

"I know, baby, I know," Atsumu coos, pets your hair and soothes the furrow of your brows. "But I was gettin' a lil lonely over here. I wanna join in."

Your eyes light up in question, staring at him questioningly and obeying when he orders you to bend over. Chest to chest with Kita, the King cradles you closely, brushes loose strands of hair out of your eyes, and allows himself a simple peck to your lips, one that you return with two of your own.

But you jump in shock when Atsumu spreads your cheeks apart and spits loudly onto your rear.

"Atsumu! You...you mean to-"

"Shh. You trust me, don't ya?"

"Always," she answers without hesitation, and the smile he gives you is warm and full of love.

"Then just wait," he rubs a finger over your puckered hole, spreading the spit and watching in fascination how it responds to his touches. He loves your cunt like a drunk loves his wine, but your ass is just as addictive. Really, any part of you is more than enough for him.

You bite your lip when a finger dips in, struggling to accommodate the invasive digit. Kita distracts you with more kisses, hands on your breasts, pulling at your hardened nipples and drinking in your moans like he's breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers in your ear, watching over your shoulder as Atsumu adds a second finger, pumps them in and out so carefully. The blonde reaches around to lightly toy with your clit - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you relax and less restrictive. "He's lucky to have married ya."

"Shinsuke," she sighs into his own ears, and it sends shivers down his spine. It's very rare people can address him as Kita without his title, let alone his first name, but it sounds so beautiful coming from the lips of his friends.

"Yer doin' so well," Atsumu praises, free hand massaging the globe of your ass cheek once Kita’s clumsy fingers take over the role of rubbing your nub. "Stretchin' ya out real good. You want both of our cocks, don't ya?"

"I do, I want them so bad-"

"Think you can handle us?"

"Yes, please! God, Tsumu, I wanna be stuffed with both of your cocks-"

"Damn, you get loud when yer needy." Atsumu drags his erection through the folds of your pussy, gathering as much of your juices to coat his dick once again before he lines it up with your back entrance. "We'll take things nice and slow."

It seems as if Atsumu is reassuring more than just his wife with that statement, and Kita is grateful for it.

You bite down on the skin of his shoulder when Atsumu removes his fingers and presses the tip of his dick at your hole. You’re clenching hard and gasping at the stretch, and Kita works with Atsumu to soothe your cries and kiss away your tears.

He kisses your lips when you give a harsh wail as Atsumu presses in further, not even halfway in yet but groaning at how tight it feels. He spits once again where you're both connected while you twitch and sigh as Kita's fingers return to your swollen bud.

"Yer doing amazing, such a good girl," Kita peppers your cheeks with light kisses, and with one last thrust Atsumu is fully seated with his cock in your ass, glassy eyed and chest heaving with tension as he gives the pair of you a moment to adjust.

He bends over to lick and kiss a line up your spine. "Your turn Shinsuke." Kita stalls, wondering for a moment if you really are ready to take them both at once, but Atsumu mistakes his silence for hesitation. "Need help with that?"

Lord Miya reaches down to gently guide Kita towards your sopping hole, and he sucks in a breath as your hips lower agonisingly slow to sink down on him until both of their members are filling you to the brim.

You're a panting and whining mess atop of him, fighting to catch your breath whilst Kita fights to make sense of what he's feeling right now. He can nearly feel Atsumu press against him through a thin layer inside of your pussy, every budge of his hips making his chest tighten at the friction.

"Tell us when to move," your husband says. After a moment of getting used to the stretch with little twitches of your hips, you nod frantically.

"I'm OK, you can move."

"I'll let Kita do the honours," Atsumu smirks.

Lifting his legs higher up the bed for leverage, Kita gives an experimental thrust into your core. It feels so good when you clamp down with a whimper, and so he does it again, and again, until he's set a slow but steady rhythm and enjoys the look of pleasure on your face, the way you bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud but failing miserably.

Gradually becoming more comfortable and succumbing to pleasure, Atsumu begins to move gently, pulling out slowly and pressing back in, so as not to disrupt Kita’s flow but your reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp and a whine for more, arching your back and trying to reach behind to your husband. He leans over to allow you to thread fingers through his hair, and begins to grind faster into you, trying to match Kita’s pace and intensity.

“S-Shit, yer so tight, yer... fuck-” he curses and stutters his hips. “God I love ya- I love ya so much.”

“Please, g-give me m-more!”

“My pretty little slut,” he coos, and you sob into Kita’s chest. “So- fuck, so fuckin’ greedy. You wanna get fucked hard?”

“Gods, yes! I want to be full of your cum, please please please-”

“S-Shit,” he swears, and Kita watches as the careful, calculated look Atsumu kept in his eyes all night suddenly turns wild, frenzied, just about ready to tear you apart like you desired. “You asked for it, pretty girl.” He gives Kita a look. “Ready?”

The King nods. “Ready.”

The blondes' lips curl up at the edges, and you’re only given a moment before both sets of cocks begin ramming into you with such great force that it has you falling on top of Kita, where he wraps his arms around your frame to keep you steady. Words turn into coherent babbles and cries as they piston in and out of you in near perfect unison, and it’s the friction Kita so desperately craved as your wet walls and Atsumu’s shaft rub him so deliciously that his orgasm rears it head once more, building so perfectly and steadily that he feels like he’s reaching Cloud Nine.

Kita unwinds one of his arms from around your waist to reach Atsumu’s ass to give the flesh an affectionate squeeze, causing him to meet Kita’s eyes over your head. Atsumu leans down to capture Kita’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one that’s more tongue and spit and passion than anything else, and the King barely has any second to catch air when he pulls away before your tongue prods at his lips, lips that he opens willingly like heavenly gates. And when Atsumu joins in again, and he feels two messy sets of tongues invade his mouth, one rough and demanding, the other soft and sweet, he can do nothing more than let out a whine and try to keep up with the wonderful sensations taking hold of his body.

He’s given some reprieve when Atsumu pulls back to sit up, grasping at your hips and fucking into you so fast you’re stupefied, mouth hanging open and drooling on Kita’s chest. He doesn’t mind - rather, he doesn’t really notice, too busy focusing on your bouncing tits in front of his eyes, on the occasional brush of Atsumu’s sack on his skin, and the rising coil in his gut, ready to snap at any moment.

Hips jump erratically off the bed when Atsumu rubs at your clit hard and fast, nearly crushing Kita’s cock from how tightly you squeeze the both of them as your husband brings you to your mind shattering end.

“I’m cumming! I’m- I-”

It’s all you’re able to say as your peak washes over you in waves of heat, and he feels your juices gush out on top of his skin as you do so. Fuck, he’s nearly there, so close, just a bit more-

“I’m c-close, I’m so close-” Kita stutters.

“Cum for me,” Atsumu growls, pounding into your ass with abandon while you fall onto Kita’s torso, arms wrapped around his neck and sobbing so pitifully in his ear. “Cum for us, Shinsuke.”

It’s the push he needed. He’s shooting his seed into your core with a strangled shout, pumping load after load right into you while Atsumu follows, unloading into your ass with a curse and a moan of your name, going balls deep and spilling all that he has while your walls milk them for all that they have.

Atsumu collapses on top of both of you with a tired sigh, and while Kita’s body protests at the added weight, his mouth can’t quite catch up with his brain at the moment, so he simply lays there as the heat of the room falls over all of you like a blanket.

Both cocks begin to soften inside of you. Ever so gently, they pull out, seed escaping your holes and dripping slowly onto the sheets as you whine at the loss and clench around nothing, feeling so terribly empty and almost wishing they had stayed inside of you. But it gives you an opportunity to rest, and Atsumu flips you on your side until he’s laying you down on the bed, littering kisses all over your body and singing praises about how well you did for them, how much of a good girl you are.

You smile sleepily, exhaustion overtaking your limbs, and Kita can only cup your face and rub his thumbs on your cheekbones, uncertain if kissing you would be crossing a line now that the deed has been done. You arch into his touch while Atsumu leaves to get a cloth.

“Was that ok for you, my King?”

Ah. Of course you would put him above yourself. He smiles warmly at that.

“That was wonderful. You were perfect,” he answers honestly, and you practically glow with pride at his words. When Atsumu returns, Kita takes the cloth, opting to be the one to clean the mess between your legs. It’s the least he could do after all that they’ve done for him.

It grows silent once he finishes, looking over to see Atsumu holding you close from behind. Your eyelids are drooping and your eyes grow hazy with every kiss and rub Atsumu gives to you, yet when Kita is about to excuse himself, to find solitude in a bath and let the married couple have his bedchambers for the night, you reach out to him, wanting to hold him, his face, to bring it close to you and trap him for the night.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to…” he trails off with uncertainty. Atsumu snorts, offering him a kind and warm smile.

“The Lady always gets what she wants,” he jokes, and Kita lets out a fond laugh. “Besides - yer the King.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he replies. And he means it. But his heart begs for the opposite, for you to not let him go and let him rest his head on your heart.

It seems as though you hear his thoughts.

“I want you to stay,” you murmur, sleepy but resolute in your words. “Do you want to stay?”

His eyes flicker back and forth between husband and wife. He could leave. He could end things right here, pretend like tonight never happened and go on existing as King like he always has. Things would become too complicated if he stayed. He knows this. And yet…

“I do,” he whispers, and curls into the warmth of your chest while Atsumu rubs at his hair with a fondness not common in him. Kita feels, for once in his life, at home. No castle too big and warm can ever compare to this. “I do want to stay.”

“Well then,” Atsumu says warmly, while you finish his sentence.

“Stay.”

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

I’ve been a hermit ever since covid dropped lol. Yes, you’re doing social distancing right. Imagine going outside? Ptff, what a weird concept. But I’m happy you’ve stuck around for so long despite the constant brainworms I have. Oho?? More crumbs 👀 Lemme just crack my knuckles real quick. I’m throwing a reader in just so I have an excuse to tag everyone haha. These are a lot more scuffy compared to my usual HCs but let me brainrot for a sec.

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Roomate HCs [V1]

Genshin: Mythos AU - Cat Xiao

[Masterlist]

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Zhongli

Your first impressions of Zhongli was that he was an egotistical and selfish brat. To be fair, you might have adopted some of those qualities yourself but you were both children at the time. Your sister, Guizhong, was tasked to take care of Zhongli in place of his parents which lead to your first meeting with the infamous Imperial Prince. At first, you were excited to finally meet someone who was the same age as you and Guizhong was always so kind. But when he turned to face you two, he just asked if Guizhong was supposed to be his concubine. You weren’t sure whether to gag or throw your shoe at him but Guizhong quickly intercepted before you could do anything that could get you killed. It’s only until you spent more time with him that Zhongli tells you that he has never had someone care for him or want to spend time with him without some alterative motive.

Zhongli radiates sheltered child from birth. To outsiders, he seems really slow on normal everyday tasks but that’s because he’s never had to worry about doing mundane things. He’s always had someone else to do them for him that when he’s out in public, he just stands around and waits for someone to help him. It’s incredibly awkward for everyone in the situation when Zhongli forgets to bring mora and just stands off to the side until one of his servants comes to pick up his check. That’s how Zhongli got such a bad reputation of being a spoiled brat despite being a well-mannered and polite man. When he drops something he just turns to look at you, back at the object, then back at you. You have to pound it into your brain that no, Zhongli is not a lazy and he isn’t trying to be insulting, that’s just how he’s lived his life. When you tell him he is fully capable to picking things up, because what if he dropped something important when he was older and the wind swept it away, he pounders the thought as if you’ve just explained the meaning of the celestials to him that you give up and just pick it up for him.

A Prince from Mondstadt named Venti used to come to Liyue for playdates while their father’s talked business and politics. He was the complete opposite of Zhongli but you genuinely liked him. While he was a bit more bolder and hyper compared to the calm and quiet Zhongli, he would always try and get Zhongli out of the palace and outside. You end up missing so many fun and interesting things when you’re locked up in your study room. How can the next Emperor care about his land when he doesn’t even know what it’s like to live there? It was the first time you and Zhongli went out just for fun and you might have gone a bit overboard in hindsight, but Venti’s personality and the feeling of freedom to do anything was addicting. Plus, watching Zhongli’s reactions to all these new feelings made him feel a bit more human. While you knew that Zhongli would do everything for Liyue, you never got the impression that his heart was in it.

From then on, you and Zhongli try and carve some time out of his schedule to go down to the streets and have a little bit of a break. When you both built kites and scaled all the way to the mountains to fly them, it was the first time you’ve seen Zhongli be bad at something. He always had such elegance and perfection whenever his teachers asked him to do something but as soon as the kite took flight, it would stumble then come crashing down. Zhongli had the most heartbroken puppy expression on his face that you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. While you’re on the ground gasping for air and probably have the most ridiculous expression on your face, Zhongli smiles gently as he looks at you then back to Liyue. The moment is ruined when Guizhong comes running towards you both and scolds you for sneaking out.

While it’s somewhat annoying when other attendants in palace gush about how well Zhongli is growing into becoming the next emperor, both in smarts and appearance, you have to somewhat agree with them in some places. If you want to know the history of Liyue or how to properly place a tea set, he can tell you in incredible detail. However, when it comes to social cues and interactions, he’s awful at them. Everything is treated a business deal that it makes everyone somewhat nervous or uncomfortable that you’re internally dying at any social event he goes to. But despite the awkwardness, he has a lot of admires that frequently send him letters of marriage or adoration that you have to shift through. It makes you a bit uncomfortable reading the flowery language but it surprised you a bit how many people have the misconception that Zhongli planning to have you as his spouse. When you mention this to Zhongli as a joke, he returns to his thinking pose and he contemplates the idea before nodding and agreeing with the letters. He proposes to you right then and there and it’s such a sudden development that your brain has finally broke and you pass out.

Venti

Venti is one of those royalty types that spends so much time outside and away from his duties that he’s basically thrown his cape and crown to the wind. The first time Zhongli visited Monstadt, his first impressions of Venti were him singing to a crowd. While Zhongli doesn’t understand why Venti would spend his time on music rather than his studies, they still get along well. Mostly because Venti has a very easy going personality, even if he’s a bit blunt, but whatever comments he makes fly over Zhongli’s head. Unlike him, you’re the complete opposite. You’re a knight in training with an earnest heart that wants to protect the City of Mondstadt with your entire being. While you don’t necessarily hate Venti, because he never asked to be born into the royal family, you can’t help but get frustrated at his nonchalant attitude towards everything aside from alcohol and music.

Your first meeting with him was during your time training under the Favonius Knights. You wanted to get a bit more practice late in the night when Venti stumbled upon you bullying a poor wooden dummy before he announces his arrival. He laughs a bit at your fumbling as you quickly get into a proper kneel but he waves it off saying it was unnecessary before he asks what you’re up to. You’re in mid-explanation when Venti cuts you off with a yawn and you can feel the irritation creeping up on you as you snap back why he’s outside instead of inside the safe walls of the castle. Your irritation grows even further when Venti smugly grins, patting himself on the back from getting a rise out of you, before he reaches into the bag you just noticed he was carrying to produce sheets of music.

While his teacher’s drone on and on about the production of wine, he is busy writing songs in his textbooks. While he understands the importance of his role, he thinks the people can rule themselves just fine without his help. He wants to leave his crown and become a bard and live an ordinary but free life. How he’s always sneaking out to go explore without the world constantly breathing down his neck. Whether his posture is correct or if he’s memorized the history of berries wouldn’t matter. Honestly, Venti is weighing his options of either staying as a royal or leaving everything behind to pursue the life he wants. When he finishes his heart-felt speech he expects you to give him those same pitiful and woe is you eyes but you’re just angry. You can understand his sentiment, living a life that you never asked for isn’t fun, but suddenly packing your things and jumping ship would only cause chaos and conflict. At least have some sort of replacement before you leave damnit.

Now it’s your turn to be surprised, rather than taking offense to you, a nameless knight, basically insulting the him, the Prince, he lights up in excitement. He rips his cape and crown off before he’s shoving them onto you before you can even say anything. He’s almost bouncing on his feet as he tells you that you can freely take his crown and become the next in line. You have no idea how that would work but he mentions that he knows a man named Albedo that can help change your appearance to look like him. That way, you get to protect the City you love so much and he get’s to live the life he’s always wanted. It’s completely fool proof with no flaws whatsoever! Except for the fact, that he is jumping way too far to conclusions, he’s shoving his responsibilities onto you, and most importantly, you don’t the first thing about Venti and how to act like him.

Before you know it, Venti has dragged you to meet his Father to personally appoint you as his personal knight. He doesn’t take no for an answer even though you aren’t qualified at all to be protecting someone of high position as him but Venti’s always been a handful that someone needs to watch over him. You have no idea how one night managed to throw your entire life into this chaos but you’re not sure if you can even get out of this situation at this point.

Kaeya

It all happened so suddenly. You and him were playing in the gardens when his father rushed in and took both of your hands and dragged you to the border to Khaenri’ah. The land you were both used to seeing, the friendly baker that would always give you both sweets, or the magic that used to flow so freely was transformed into red cubes. You were both scared and confused but as you both reached the border oh Khaenri’ah, a large gate that leads to the above world of Teyvat, his father tells you both to run as far as you could and never look back before he pushed you both in. It wasn’t until years later that you both discovered that a corrupted god had taken control of Khaenri’ah. Now, everyone believes that the Khaenri’ah prince is dead because he’s been missing for so long and whatever hope Khaenri’ah has is gone. For his own safety, he had to change his name to Kaeya and you both found yourself at the gates of Mondstadt.

It took a lot of adjusting for the both of you but Kaeya especially. Your mother had dropped you into the care of Kaeya’s family for a short while before everything went downhill. She was a bit on the neglectful side but she was still your mother and you knew she was alive. On the other hand, Kaeya lost his entire family and nation in a single moment. Whatever pure happiness and bright personality he used to have quickly regressed until he was a shy and quiet kid. You know he blames himself for what happened even if there wasn’t anything he could have done but he’s grown a fear of outsiders so he tends to avoid other children his age. Instead finding comfort in playing with the funny looking abyss mages and slimes that are on the outskirt of Mondstadt. While he doesn’t seem bothered by the weird comments other people make of him, you know deep down he does get hurt, that it makes you so mad that you end up lashing out.

You end up getting into a few fights as Kaeya patches you up. He scolds you and says that he doesn’t need you to go so far for him is when you make him a promise that you’ll protect him with everything you have. It’s the first moment since everything happened that he seems to gain back that life in his eyes. He blinks at you before he chuckles sheepishly and comments that you can’t even tie your shoes correctly do you stumble a bit. You’re a bit embarrassed at your sudden proclamation but stand determined about it. You both end up making a pinky promise to stay by each other’s side until the very end.

When you’re both older and in the position of Captain and Teacher in the Favonius Knights is when he seems to be a bit more open. You both end up gaining a reputation of the laid-back Calvary Captain that bother’s the strict but kind Teacher. He’s always waltzing in the middle of you class to tease you before you end up throwing something at him to get him to stop embarrassing you in front of new recruits. You end up getting back at him with your woe is me acting and push all your paper work on him. Since he loves spending so much time in your class, he should know how to do all your paper work right?. Despite all of this, if anyone needs to find Kaeya or you, you’re basically a packaged deal. Always attached to the hip.

Kaeya knows deep down, at some point he’s going to have to go back to Khaenri’ah and save his people but he’s conflicted. While he knows it’s selfish that he get’s to live a life of freedom, he wants to be selfish. Not just for him but for you as well. You’ve both basically lost everything and now that things are okay, he doesn’t want to give that up. While you both promised to stay together until the end, you’re the only person he has left and he doesn’t want to rope you into his mess or have you worry about him. He’s heard of the blond traveler in black and blue that is searching for the lost prince of an unnamed kingdom, knows that the peaceful life he has right now will come to an end, but he pushes it aside. Besides, there are more important things to attend to. Today might be the day he tells your students about how you fell into a lake because you got scared by a frog.

Jean

Jean is incredibly dedicated to her role and to her people because she’s genuinely a good person and wants to see people happy. Especially her sister Barbara. She’s a bit awkward and clumsy in her execution but she has a lot of heart. Being her personal knight, you know just how hard she works and you admire her greatly for her ideals and nature. She has such a professional and gentle façe when she’s out in public but as soon as she’s behind closed doors, she’s collapsing into your arms as the world lifts for a short while. You chuckle a bit amused at how different she appears to the outside world, how the ever prime and proper Princess wakes up with a rat’s nest, how her favourite food is pizza, or how she throws these 7 inch heels out the window as soon as a ball is over.

Due to Jean’s kind-hearted nature, when it comes to more pushy people she can’t seem to say no to. Travelers or citizens that think they can take advantage of the Princess is what makes your blood boil. While she isn’t stupid and knows that people are taking advantage of her, she wants to extend any help she can. Not for her public image but because that’s how she is. While it warms your heart that people like her exist, as her knight you can only let so many things slide. When some shady peddler tries to lead Jean somewhere, you’re already stepping in and smilingly sweetly as you grip the peddler’s hand in a death grip and not so subtlety say that he better have a good excuse for why he wants to drag the Princess away or there might be a problem.

When Jean is overworking herself and nearing her breaking point is when you step in. You may be her knight but you’re also her friend and you know when it’s time to stop her destructive habits. She might complain and reassure you that she’s fine but you don’t accept that. If she was “fine” her temperature wouldn’t be the same level as a pyro slime and she wouldn’t have such dark circles under her eyes. It’s a simple bend and lift to carry her in your arms that she ends up stuttering before going pink and let’s you carry her to her room. While she’s screaming into her hands, you’re preparing medicine and everything she’ll need to make a full recovery.

The hardest times for Jean is when her Father constantly pesters her to find a husband. Jean is an independent person and while yes, while being a workaholic isn’t against help, but she doesn’t believe she needs a husband just to make her entitled to rule her kingdom. Besides, Jean is secretly a hopeless romantic. You’re very tight lipped about secretly finding her love story books hidden under her bed unless you want to see her self-combust. You try your best to comfort her but there’s not a lot you can do for her situation other than offer words of reassurance and try and get her mind off things. While you’re patting her on the back she’s looking at you as if you’re the most oblivious person in the world.

Albedo

Albedo is a renowned alchemist that helps royal families with their problems with the use of his intelligence and abilities in alchemy. Something that only a few people can do throughout Teyvat, you being one of them as well. At first, you had admired Albedo and his abilities and saw him as a bit of a role model for young alchemist. Until you actually met him in person. He’s pretty much an emotionless void of a person that he comes off as extremely unempathetic when he listens to the woes of royals. While you sort of agree, the problems that royal’s commission you for are completely ridiculous and selfish, he doesn’t have a moral compass and if he can benefit from it. He’ll do it, no matter how questionable it may seem.

Maybe it’s because you have a little sister figure in your life to stir your moral compass but it still get’s you irritated. It’s always a joy to see Klee when you come back home from your travels that whatever bad mood you were in suddenly washes away. But when you knock on Alice’s door only to have it open to reveal Albedo holding Klee in his arms does your world come crashing down. Klee is completely ignorant to your internal screams as she scrabbles out of Albedo’s hands to give you a hug and take your hand in hers as she leads you inside. You can almost feel the inner workings of Albedo’s mind as he stares at you blankly as Klee shows you the new art she drew.

You both don’t mention or talk about it even when you happen to cross each other’s paths outside or you both end up seeing each other at Alice’s home. It’s a bit funny to you, to the outside world Albedo seems so aloof and untouchable, and yet you’re here watching him get tired from chasing Klee around and trying to stop her destroying her home with her bombs. It almost makes you smug when Klee listens to you better than Albedo, it might seem a bit petty and small but you don’t care. He ends up getting back at you when he ends up one-upping you in front of the royal court. He does a quick scan of the room before his eyes land on you and he shoots you a small smug smile before his face returns to it’s neutral expression. You’re clapping along with everyone with the most strained smile you can muster.

You manage to find out from Klee that Albedo enjoys drawing that the next time you see him, you ask if you could see him draw something or if he had sketches on hand. You’re fascinated by his drawings, more so than his actual research discoveries, as you look at the tiny details he’s managed to capture. Outside of Klee, no one’s really been interested in his drawings that he can’t help but feel a little flustered when you’re gushing about his work. It’s different from people praising his alchemist efforts, you’re not someone whose staring at him like he’s on a pedestal when you say you like his drawings, and it feels genuine. He offers a small smile and says that if you’d like, he’d love to show you some more sketches.

You’ve never noticed it until other people bring it up but Albedo seems close to you. Usually once he’s done his business he leaves but if you happen to be around, he sticks around a bit longer just to speak with you. How he seems comfortable to relax in your presence and even leans in closer. How he complies with your requests without any benefit to him. You’re not sure what type of relationship you hold with Albedo. You don’t think you’re friends but you’re definitely closer than acquaintance. If taking care of a a hyper active walking bomb doesn’t bring two people closer than you don’t know what does. But at the end of the day, you find you don’t really care. Not everything needs to be labelled and categorized like things are in alchemy. People don’t seem to understand but you always duck out and escape before you’re questioned further about your personal life. Unbeknownst to you, Albedo is watching you go as he ponders your words.

Childe

Childe is such a clown. He’s an assassin that doesn’t know the first thing about being subtle and is just in it for the fighting. He’s really just an incredibly egotistical bastard that likes being friendly with his targets, just to see their shocked expressions when it’s him that comes to take their life. He’s actually a pretty down to earth guy. While other assassins in the Fatui either have tragic backstories or some sad pitiful tale, Childe just laughs at them. His family is still alive and he’s never had any true hardships in his life. He’s pretty disliked for this reason but he’s a skilled enough fighter that it somewhat makes up for it.

Just when Childe’s life is at its peak, is when he slips and falls into the abyss. For the first time, he had to face against a threat and in a situation he has no control over which is completely foreign to him. He barely manages to survive until he’s saved by an unknown figure that goes by the name Skirk. While he’s grateful he’s still alive, facing his mortality for the first time gives him a lot to reflect about. Thus he makes the impulse decision to train under Skirk and grow stronger until he’s able to climb out of the abyss. That’s when he meets you who was travelling with Skirk for the same reasons. Your first interactions with this unknown teen is him challenging you to a fight, just for you to throw him over your shoulder as if he weighed nothing. You expected him to get angry or cry but instead he’s standing right back up and grinning like a psychopath as he asks for another fight. You’re looking at Skirk with the most, are we seriously bringing this child with us? look.

From then on, it’s been the three of you travelling through the floors of the abyss. Skirk tells you the stories of this place, how it used to be a great nation before corruption cause the citizens to be morphed and transformed into monsters. You and Childe learn how to fight alongside Skirk against these monsters until it ends up becoming a competition between you and Childe on who can kill the most monsters. Skirk is a bit worried that when you both are back into the outside world, if he should be worried about how morbid you both might appear. But while you’re both yelling at each other who actually landed the last kill on the regisvine while the hilichurls are cowering in a corner does he just accept that things aren’t going to change. The world will just have to accept it. If you both actually teamed up, and you have before, he thinks you both would be unstoppable but you’re both too stubborn.

Despite your rivalry, Childe still has his big brother instincts that whenever you get hurt he’s huffing over you like a mother hen as he scolds you for being so reckless. You’re ignoring the fact that he’s bleeding out while you have minor cuts because you don’t want a crybaby Childe on your hands. Even the harsh conditions of the Abyss, you both find ways to entertain yourself. Childe always challenges you to a fight every second of the day and he always ends up with a sore back when you knock him off his feet. And he always makes the joke that you’re sweeping him off his feet which ends up with him screaming bloody murder as you charge at him. It doesn’t help when he’s still yelling comments behind his shoulder that you might get mistaken for a gorilla when you’re both outside that Skirk has gotten so used to this that he simply ignores the attempted murder going on behind him.

When you’re both strong enough to climb to the gate of the Abyss, Skirk feels almost like a proud parent. Giving you a head pat and a hard slap to the back for Childe does Skirk wave you both off. You’re trying to mask your tears as Childe grins and promises to see you on the other side, that you’ll definitely meet up in the future no matter what. But when he finally returns to the Fatui, works his way back up to being an assassin, he almost thinks Skirk is laughing at him when he realizes that his first target is you. Not that he’s bothered by it, he'll be happy to see you again and see if he can finally beat you.

Baizhu

Baizhu is the most suspicious doctor in the history of all doctors. Some citizens aren’t even sure if he’s a qualified doctor but alas, he’s very good at his job and is a lot more tolerable compared to the Alchemist Albedo so that’s how he’s been able to keep his job. He works under the Liyue emperor so even if citizens had issues with him, it’s not like they could do anything in the first place. People aren’t sure whether he’s joking or being honest when he explains what he’s been privately working on behind the scenes. From experiments to rituals, they are taken aback but Baizhu just smiles and says he’s just kidding. Being his assistant, you have to constantly reassure others that Baizhu is a bit of a sadist and likes to get a rise out of people. Besides, why would a doctor be so interested in those type of things? It’s incredibly unnerving but no one questions it. They won’t know what to do in the first place if their suspicious are correct.

While Baizhu knows how to do his job, he’s always sending you to do the dirty work. From getting medicinal plants up on the very top of mountains or bringing cranky old men their prescriptions, whenever you’re done one task he’s got three more for you. He could at the very least take the trash out while he’s busy doing nothing. At least the job has a few perks. You’ve always had numerous health issues and while Baizhu’s reputation is a bit on thin ice, you wouldn’t trust anyone else to look you over. He’s a bit weird about it, you’re pretty sure Baizhu will never love another person emotionally but when it comes to the science behind a human body, he’s absolutely smitten. He tries to reassure you that he does care for the wellbeing of Liyue but you wave it off at him trying to butter you up before he asks something ridiculous of you.

You and his snake, Changsheng, do not like each other. You think she’s an annoying and bratty snake that Baizhu needs to throw into a jar to shut up while she thinks you’re a complete nuisance and doesn’t understand why Baizhu keeps you around. Baizhu has tried to get you both to reconcile but it always devolves into a petty argument of back-handed insults until Baizhu has enough and tells you both to quiet down. To be truthful, both of your hatred towards each other stems from two completely different reasons rather than disliking each other’s personality, but you can never bring it up to Baizhu. It’s not a conversation anyone wants to have.

If he has one positive, it’s his adopted daughter Qiqi who is just an absolute sweetheart. She’s shy and prefers to follow after Baizhu and you like a lost duckling. While Baizhu might be the worst boss in this history of all bosses, it makes you grin smugly internally when Qiqi chooses to stay cuddled in your arms instead of his. Qiqi is 95% the reason why you stay in this job, not that Baizhu would ever let you leave, because you’ve genuinely grown fond of someone for the first time the same way she has for you. You bring her along whenever you need to give prescriptions to citizens just so she isn’t stuck in within the same four walls and the locals love her. From her forgetful nature or how she shy’s behind your legs whenever someone new approach's you both. It’s so cute that people tend to ignore the floating rumours that Baizhu is reanimating his previously deceased family.

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I have no idea if I’m just uncultured or if “Always and Forever” Au’s are a thing. I hope you all like this 👉👈 it’s kind of messy and all over the place and I lowkey don’t know if I like my brainrot (there’s a lot of issues ik). I kinda want to do a part 2 where I include other characters but let me know if that’s something interesting? Oh and feel free to add to this, I’d love to hear your ideas.

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kid-lore · 3 years ago

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underswap!papyrus x wolfwalker!adhd!reader

written on december 5th, 2021 finished on february 10th, 2022

good grief i started dissociating while writing this, and lemme tell you, not fun. couldn't focus, which was very ironic platonic? romantic?? who knows, i’ll let you decide that one.

i had a sudden realization while writing this, but- what if, in wolfwalker vision, the outline of monsters and humans purely depended on their defining soul trait,,

do you have a hint of how i talk in real life purely based on how i write dialogue yet-

"mornin," a familiar voice spoke.

You lifted your head, looking over at the staircase to see none other than a certain tall skeleton in an orange hoodie standing on the last step at the bottom, leaning against the railing as he stared back at you.

You had been outside in the snow for a while before now, after finally coming back inside from your usual run during the night while your human body rested, only to head into the living room and curl up with a cup of hot chocolate while you waited for the skelebros to wake up. Turns out Carrot over here had other plans.

"Mornin'," you answered. "You're up earlier than usual."

"eh." Papyrus shrugged, walking over beside you. "couldn't sleep."

You stretched out your arms, letting out a yawn as you let your elbows pop, prompting Papyrus to give a faint grimace. Once you relaxed back into your spot, you looked over at Papyrus with a raised eyebrow, something that had almost become a habit at this point.

As usual, his hands were hidden away in the pockets of his hoodie. Once your eyes met, you could catch an amused gleam in those black ones of his. "didja have a good run?"

"Yep!" You stretched your arms back over your head as you let out a yawn. "Lots of snow to run through. We don't exactly get much snow where I'm from, so it's a nice change of scenery."

"heh." Papyrus gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "in that case, i don't think you'll be getting tired of this place anytime soon. plenty of snow here."

You let out a breathless laugh in response, a smile stretching across your face. "It's really pretty out here, I'll admit. I just..." you trailed off, your gaze growing distant as you glanced away from the skeleton beside you. "I kind of miss the giant, open sky full of stars I used to run under."

Papyrus blinked, his usual relaxed smile faltering as he watched your expression fall, eyes traveling down to your hands as he noticed you nudging them into your pockets. After a moment, he perked up a bit. "y'know," he began, "i always wondered how those wolfwalker abilities of yours worked. mind enlightening me about 'em?"

You visibly perked up, which prompted the weight in Papyrus' non-existent chest to lighten as you glanced over at him. "Oh! Alright. What... exactly do you want to know?"

"well, for starters, how exactly does the whole transformation thing work? you mentioned it's sort of like the soul leaving the body, which, uhh..." he trailed off, his eyebrow ridges narrowing a bit. "sounded a bit mindboggling, ya know?"

You blinked, slightly raising your eyebrows in response before nodding. Right! Their concept of souls worked quite differently than the concepts you had known of before coming down here, to the point where souls could be exposed for instant harm. Just the mere mention of souls could cause anyone down here to grow uncomfortable, especially since Monster souls were so... fragile.

One wrong hit and it'd cause their soul to shatter and turn to dust.

"(y/n), wakey wakey." Papyrus snapped his fingers in an attempt to get your attention, and fortunately, it worked. "no zonin' out on me, buddy. i just got here."

"Oh!" you jolted. "Right, right, uh-"

You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing down to the side as you brought a hand to your mouth, silently trying to figure out how to explain it all. "Well... to put it simply, when we go to sleep, even just to the point where our brain is just barely starting to shut off, our "soul" starts to leave our body," you said.

"I've always been told it's our soul, which makes it even more interesting since it's automatically a wolf, but that doesn't stop me from being confused. 'Cause you would think that by having the soul leave the body, then the body would just die at some point, wouldn't-" you came to an abrupt stop, your eyes growing wide as you stared ahead. "Oh."

You could see Papyrus slightly tilt his head out of the corner of your eye. "what'd you notice now?" While that line would usually be taken as an offense, his tone was purely lighthearted and genuine.

In the back of your mind, you could faintly recall all of the times when your mother advised you to never wake up a sleepwalker.

"Why is that, Momma?"

"Because their soul would be lost! They can't get back into their body if the body isn't asleep."

You chuckled, a fond smile forming on your face. "Just a little something. Have you ever been told not to wake up someone who's sleepwalking?"

Papyrus shrugged. "a few times, i guess. 'cause their soul would be lost, right? though i've only ever heard about it in those human books my bro has."

"Exactly!" you exclaimed, though you were mindful of your voice's volume. "I never quite understood that until now. All these years as a Wolfwalker myself, and it never clicked. Wow."

Papyrus chuckled in response. "welp. better late than never, right?"

"True."

You let out a sigh. "Anywho. What else?"

"hmm... could a monster become a wolfwalker? since it's passed through bites n' all."

You paused, humming to yourself for a second. "I'm... not too sure about that one. I haven't ever heard of a monster becoming one, but maybe it'd be possible? I'd have to see it to know, but I don't think I'm willing to just bite anyone to test it out."

Papyrus gave another chuckle. "yeah, i don't think we need that. especially if it doesn't work and then you just bit someone for no reason."

"Exactly," you laughed.

Papyrus narrowed his eyebrow ridges in thought once more, taking a moment to think of another question. Fortunately, he's had questions stored in the back of his mind since he met you and learned about... all of this.

"what if... you were to get, uh. fatally injured in any way? i know you have healing magic, but doesn't it have a limit?"

"I'm pretty sure it does," you replied. "Minor injuries like scrapes, bruises, or just things like a sudden cut on the arm will usually heal up relatively fast. It may take several minutes depending on how bad or deep the wound is, but still, it'll heal eventually." You went quiet, your gaze drifting down to the floor.

"As for more serious injuries... chances are, something like a stab wound won't be able to heal on its own. A singular wolfwalker's magic will do what it can before either wearing us out or disappearing until we can get others to help." You subconsciously crossed your arms over your midsection as you continued. "If it's a fatal injury, then our magic will likely be unable to do much at all unless there's multiple wolfwalkers pitching in to heal the same wound."

Luckily, you didn't notice Papyrus' eyes shift down to your arms as they crossed over your torso, your eyes growing distant once more. Like you were reliving a faint memory.

After a moment, you blinked and snapped yourself out of... whatever you had just been in, before continuing. "Alright, what else?"

Papyrus blinked in response, barely expecting you to come out of it so quick. "uh- just how strong is your hearing?"

"Strong enough to hear people chatting outside and their footsteps in the snow."

"huh?"

"I take it most monsters wake up early?"

"ehh..." Papyrus shrugged. "you could say that."

He readjusted his position, propping his own legs up on the couch and crossing one over the other to get more comfortable. "so does anything about your eyesight change when you're in that form?"

"Quite a bit, actually," you said. "The way we see colors compared to our human form is generally the same, except the hues we see are slightly different. It's just the way that wolves see things, except... we get to see the colored scent trails of everyone. And if we shut our eyes, then we can see nothing but the full-on outlines of everyone around us. Wolves, squirrels, you name it."

"really now?" he tilted his head. "can you see mine, then?"

You squinted your eyes at him, blinking a few times in hopes of setting off your wolf vision. You were fairly tired, after all, so maybe it would be easy. "I can try..."

After another blink, everything around you went dark and you could see the outline of the hooded skeleton in front of you; orange and glowing faintly against the now dull room around you. You gave a slightly victorious smirk. "Aha."

You blinked a couple of times afterward, prompting your vision to return to normal as you leaned back a bit. "Orange, eh? I don't think I've seen that outline color before..." you mumbled, reaching over to grab your mug.

Papyrus almost seemed to stiffen once you mentioned the color. "huh. ya think they're connected to how souls operate?"

"Possibly," you replied. "Most of the people I met above ground had green or blue outlines, so that's probably it."

You hummed, taking a sip from your hot chocolate as you peered down at the floor. Didn't some of your family members have a blue outline? Or was it orange?

Man, if some of your family members had the Integrity or Bravery soul trait, then they sure never acted on it.

You knew your mother definitely had a yellow outline...

What was yours, again?

Wasn't it purple?

Oh! Wait, no, it was-

A sudden whistle caught your attention, instantly causing you to look up. You had already lowered your mug, while Papyrus was still sitting across from you, with an eyebrow ridge raised as he stared back at you with his usual amused grin. "ya zoned out again."

"Bah, perfect," you said. "Love to hear it."

Papyrus chuckled in response. "i think i got one more question for you."

"Shoot."

"what about a coma? would ya still be able to "transform" or... does being unconscious make a difference?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it makes a difference." You glanced down at your sleeves, fidgeting with them a bit before attempting to explain it all. "I've been unconscious before, whether it be through anesthesia for surgeries or that injury I gave in to a few weeks ago," you paused, peering over at Papyrus, only for him to glance away.

You playfully rolled your eyes before continuing, "and each time, I never turned into my wolf form or anything. I don't quite know what happens in the brain to change that, but oh well."

Your eyes soon found their way over to the fireplace, watching as the flames flickered, prompting the light from it to follow. You brought your hand up and rested your chin in your palm, propping your elbow up on the arm of the couch.

You let your eyes shift down to the cup of hot chocolate in your hand, which was now practically empty, but had some leftover liquid that was more chocolate syrup than actual hot cocoa you felt like would taste appealing.

Your fingernails idly traced the nicely drawn designs on the sides of the mug. Only now had you started to notice the faint shivering your body was doing thanks to the cold air of the house itself.

"oi," Papyrus' voice managed to snap you out of it once again, and you glanced over at him, only for a blanket to suddenly be draped over your shoulders. How long had he been trying to get your attention? Goodness.

"don'tcha think you need a blanket, kid? you're shivering with a mug in your hand and i don't think blue would appreciate any stains on his beloved couch."

"Huh? Oh." You glanced back down at your empty mug before blinking and resting it on the coffee table beside you. Afterward, you readjusted the blanket around you by tugging it back over your shoulders so it wouldn't fall. "Right. Can't have that, can we?"

"nope, we cannot." Papyrus scooted a bit closer to you than he had previously been to wrap the blanket around you, resting an arm over your shoulder as you leaned against him.

"y'know," he started, prompting you to peer up at him, "you really oughta let me come with you on one of those nightly runs of yours. maybe it'd be fun."

You let out a small, breathless laugh. "To explore a place that you already live in?"

"'ey, it'll be more fun now that you're around, right?"

After you playfully rolled your eyes, you nudged him a bit, earning a light chuckle in response. "Oh, hush up.”

#underswap!papyrus x reader #papyrus x reader #underswap x reader #one-shots #fluff #platonic #romantic #wolfwalker!reader #undertale x reader #reader insert #i need a nap

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lovinkiri · 3 years ago

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Idk if you write about this kind of stuff but what about the Bakusquad celebrating their last month in the UA getting high one night... And the weed shows their true nature. And on one hand we have Bakugou that goes in the middle of the night to his y/n room and he became super cute and clingy and tells her that he loves her for real. And on the other hand, we have a feral Kirishima who goes to his y/N dorm and demands affection and shows his love in a really dominating way. Mayyybe it gets a little naughty... Idk I let you decide that. If u feel uncomfortable with this ask, just ignore it please.

Under The Influence

Author's Thoughts: I have never once gotten high so I don't think this'll be good but I really wanted to try 💜 Also, no other characters were specified so I only did Bakugou and Kirishima, I hope thats fine.

Warning: Making Out, a bit of biting, a bit of marking.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Katsuki Bakugou

Honestly, Katsuki didn't even wanna go to the celebration. He didn't see the point, he wasn't planning on getting high, and he could be sleeping.

But you convinced him, wanting him to have fun.

"You'll regret it if you don't go," You said.

"C'mon, you don't wanna miss out baby," You said.

"These are memories you'll want to share one day," You said.

And though he acted like those were terrible points, they weren't. So the night of, he went to Sero's dorm. They had specifically chose this night because Aizawa was going out for drinks. Well, he was dragged out but you get it.

You were hoping he'd loosen up, have some fun. Mina had invited you but you declined. Bakugou deserved a night with his friends. Besides, it was the Bakusquad. You had no idea what they were planning for tonight, but Mina and Denki usually found a way to get scolded by Aizawa. You wanted none of that.

So you decided to just catch some Z's.

And Bakugou?

Well, Mina eventually convinced him to join in their activities. And of all of them, Katsuki was the quietest when under the influence.

Then he suddenly stood up.

"I'm gonna head out. This was cool, I guess. Night, love you idiots."

And he was gone. Leaving the Bakusquad in disbelief at what they'd just heard leave their stubborn friend's mouth.

"What did he saaaay?"

Katsuki ignored the loud exclamation from Denki and went straight to your room, giving the door three sturdy knocks.

You're eyes fluttered for a moment and you sighed, forcing yourself out of bed. "The league better not be attacking again.."

Making your way to the door, you paused before opening it. "... Who is it?" You asked cautiously.

"Y/n, open the door already.."

You quickly did so, seeing as though it was Katsuki and not the little perv known as Mineta.

Katsuki stood there, eyes tinted pink and half lidded. You let him in, closing and locking the door after him. You couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Seems like you had fun after all, huh Katsuki?" You looked over, watching as he climbed into your bed.

He only grumbled something softly. You walked over and crawled over, sitting next to him.

But you hadn't expected a strong pair of arms to pull you closer.

You yelped softly and looked at him in shock. "Uh Katsuki? Are you okay?"

"... What? Can't hold you?" It was barely made out, his voice muffled as his voice was muffled by your torso.

You watched his face disappeared into your stomach. "You're different.." You giggled and curled your hair in his sand-blonde locks.

He sighed contently and the two of you stayed like that for a moment. The only sound was your breathing and the slight wind coming from your window. Then he spoke once more.

"I know.. That I can be an ass. But I love you, alright? A lot. So.. I know its selfish. But please let me love you. Until I can be better."

You couldn't help but stare with wide eyes before smiling softly. "Katsuki.. I'm not quite sure if it gets better than this."

Eijirou Kirishima

Eijirou was excited. A night to spend with his best friends, celebrating everything they'd been through, and how they'd survived it.

It was his job to bring the snacks, as they were bound to get hungry. Mina was going to bring the music. Sero brought the weed. Bakugou brought the blankets. Denki brought, as he put it, the good vibes.

Eijirou only wished you were there, but you'd told him you wanted him to spend time with his friends. If you went, you were worried you'd ruin the vibe. And he was always by your side nowadays.

"I'll still be here tomorrow." You told him.

So he gave you a kiss, wished you goodnight, and went off to Sero's room.

You spent the night watching movies, as sleeping became a bit difficult without your redheaded boyfriend.

During the fourth movie, said man entered your room. You looked over in confusion before smiling. Usually, Eijirou knocked before entering, so his sudden appearance surprised you.

"Hey, Eij. Did you have fun?" You watched him approach and climb in the bed.

He gave a nod and slowly climbed on top of you. "Yeah.. Missed ya though." He pressed a small kiss to your lips.

You blushed and returned the kiss, placing a hand on his chest. "Mmm.. I can see. Missed you too, babe."

He peppered kisses down your jaw, pulling your body further again his.

He couldn't help it. You just looked so good. Almost good enough to eat. Good enough to..

"Are you-" You cut off with a squeal, feeling his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck. His tongue ran over the spot in an attempt to soothe the sudden pain.

"Just lemme mark you up a bit more.." He growled lightly. "Make you all mine."

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #x reader #eijirou kirishima #Katsuki bakugou

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction To: Having a wet dream about you

yourusernames: Omg can I request ATEEZ reaction to having a wet dream about their friend? (Who would start developing a crush, who would want to have a one night stand and who wouldn't care at all?) Thanks!!

A/N: These reactions are based solely off of what I think they’d do, I am in no way, shape or form, telling you that this IS how the members would handle this scenario. Like shit, I dunno the guys :/. This is a gender neutral reader reaction btw :)

(This is very explicit, you have been warned!!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• It felt like the actual thing

• Your lips; sweet like pink lemonade and eyes staring into his with a soft sparkle that originated from his bedside lamp

• but what felt more real than anything was you

• Your scent, your taste

• Your touch...

• It was all overwhelming in the sense that he found himself breaking out of his dreaming state, breath heavy as if he’d been sprinting for hours, and a lusty sheen screening his mind from acting with any sense of rationality

• He was horny horny, dawg 💀

• I feel for that man, it’s tough...

• He could already tell that he had an...accident, before he pushed the duvet off his body due to registering the last couple twitches of his restricted cock in his shorts

• No wonder he could ‘feel’ everything so well

• He wasn’t able to sleep the rest of the night.

• Couldn’t help but begin to feel a crush blossom for you

• As y’all already know, the man gets attached to the ones he spends the most time with

• You’re no exception

• Would end up telling you about his feelings. It was eating him up inside to keep it to himself

Seonghwa ♡:

• He has no right looking this good, dawg. It literally makes me so mad lmao

• Lemme lick your face, I bet it tastes like expensive concealer and everything I’ll never have >:}

• Anywhore

• He felt feverish, even inside his dream

• It was odd; he could feel you, but he couldn’t feel you. He remembers the surreal sensation of warmth under his palms as he grabbed onto your bare ass whilst you bounced you on top of him, panting hard and clutching at his damp hair to pull his head back

• He groaned, and just as he went to switch positions, he was snapped out of his dream

• Was like “Fuckin pardon?” when he realised where he was; his empty bed, alone in his own room, no sign of you

• Frowned, pushing the covers off of him because dawg, he was heating up OwO

• Then realised the large wet spot at the front of his sweatpants

• “What the...”

• Was never the same™

• Everytime he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel that same heat in his hands, and he felt guilty about it.

• Didn’t know how to approach you about it at all. What was he supposed to say?

• “I nutted in my pants because I dreamt about doing the dirty with you”

• Just wouldn’t bring it up

• Good chance he’d catch feelings. Seonghwa builds bonds with the people he knows, it’s very easy to tell that when he cares, and he would care dearly for you. Once the chance that anything intimate between you two arises, I’m sure he’d begin to think of you romantically once you’re shown in said light.

Yunho ♡:

• Now wouldn’t a flustered Yunho be a sight? Damn...

• He loved looking down at you

• The way you smiled at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his bare chest into yours as you whispered how good he felt inside you, cooing out words of praise and encouragment

• It was hazy, but he can still vaguely remember how you kissed him so sweetly. How your fingers smoothed his bangs away from his eyes, and how you moaned into his ear softly with each thrust

• It was only when you cupped his cheeks and spoke, did you break him out of his dream;

• “Wake up.”

• His eyes shot open

• Only a blue ceiling stared back

• “Mmm...?” Yunho sits up and rubs his eyes roughly, already aware of the blush that paints his cheeks and nose because he can feel the heat in his face

• Said ‘What the fawk 😃’ when his brain caught up with what he just experienced, as well as the stickiness that clung to his inner thighs when he moved to go get some water

• This bitch was contemplating his whole life after that

• Is ‘UwU’ with you from then on cuz a babie caught butterfwies ;(

• Rlly bad at hiding his feelings lol, you’d catch on eventually

Yeosang ♡:

• It was messy, to say the least

• Kitchen island sex? Yup :D

• The dream wasn’t at all put into play with any sense. You guys were just... in the kitchen, when you confessed your feelings and made a move on him

• A deep kiss mixed with the pounding of nervous hearts all put Yeosang in a fever outside of his dream

• “Say you like it,” You panted, using the hand on the back of his head to push his forehead against yours while the other kept you from laying onto the island

• “I like it.. Fuck, I like it”

• “Yeah?” His hips stutter when you clench your walls around him, and in turn, he lets out a choked-off gasp

• “Y一Oh my god一Yeah...”

• Damn... he was FEELING it lmao

• Funny thing is that he slept throughout the entire dream and woke up only when his foot did a little mid-sleep spasm

• Stared at the wall while frowning for soooooo fucking long

• Whole time he said ‘ya know wot, that’s real interesting 🤔’

• Then was like “Prolly just horny 😃. oh well, time to change my underwear”

• And that’s what he chalked it up to in the end. Would maybe make a joke about it to you next time y’all hung out if he’s feeling loose enough and doesn’t mull over it for too long

San ♡:

• HEATHEN

• Hold on, lemme get a half-assed feel for the man... yes... mm-hm... ah, I see... OK!

• So, from what I can tell, San would distance himself from you slightly. Maybe.

• That night, as he lie in his bed, breath coming faster with each motion that went on in his head, he saw you in a way that he never thought would happen.

• Skin, slick with sweat and eyes like burning coals as they focused on him. There wasn’t much to remember before it was already fading, but he could still make out how much his stomach lept and spun, heart oh-so thunderous in his chest. Whatever you did with him in the dream... it sparked something inside him.

• San was in a daze as he woke up, his body not quite cooperating with him when he tried to sit up, and instead, falling limp with the next couple of attempts.

• WHEN I TELL YOU THE SOUL WAS SUCKED FROM THIS MAN AISDIUBFADEBI-

• Really just stared into space with the look of a dead man

• What did he do when he finally saw you again?

• ✨ pretend he didn’t see shit ✨

• Not the masked uncomfort-

• Depending on whether you’re one for confrontation, he might just cave if you press him about his weird behavior enough, but be fast, because I’m sure he could push his feelings down succesfully if he tried hard enough.

Mingi ♡:

• Dude... the fucking happiness of the dream...

• Silly giggles when you’d accidentally bonk eachother while switching posititons, bright smiles when you stared at eachother after a long time, random compliments, and nothing too serious that you couldn’t find playfulness in. Even when you’d both stop smiling to let out small moans and feel the moment together, it was always lighthearted.

• FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IM SO ANGRY-

• It was some shit you’d see at the sundance ;(

• Then he woke up-

• You were the first and only thing he thought about as he gained conciousness. He wanted you... you, you, you, just you.

• He’d never wanted anything so bad. A sudden longing that made a lump form in his throat and an overwhelming feeling of how much he’s always wanted you.

• So, like Mingi does, he strived for that goal >:D

• He made an effort to see you as many times as he could and whenever you were free to hang out. And finally, one night when you both lie in his bed and gazed thoughtlessly at the ceiling, he told you.

• “I had a dream about you, you know.”

Not me basically making a summary of a could-be fic-

Wooyoung ♡:

• Now believe it or not, this bitch is hard for me to get a grasp on. All I can say with confidence is that he has the sex appeal of a milf stripper and is kinda stubborn-

• Hmm.... bothered.

• That is the feeling it would pull from him.

• Hungry; frequent patterns of warm breath against sweat-slicked skin, mumbled curses past wet lips, nails dug into his stomach deep enough to draw blood yet barely acknowledged through animalistic films over both your eyes, and teeth furrowed into the flesh of his shoulder as you scratched at the blank canvas of his back.

• It was all raw sexual aggression from both sides. So much so, that you both practically fought during it.

“I hate you. I hate you like you don’t even know, Wooyoung,” You speak, breathless, and reach up to weave both fists into his hair, “I love you so much that I fucking... hate you.”

• Then...

• Gone.

• Just like that, the dream was replaced with the sight of familiar bedroom walls as Wooyoung opened his eyes, a sigh escaping past his lips when he finally pieced things together.

• “As if I wasn’t already stressed enough...,” He murmurs, staring down at the new stain on his sweatpants.

• From that point on, it’s a new habit for Wooyoung to catch sight of you and keep his gaze there; just staring when you’re not looking, and feeling terrible afterwards. He feels like he violated you somehow, and with that ball of dread in his stomach whenever he sees you, he becomes distant.

• It’s not catching feelings so much as it is a new desire.

Jongho ♡:

• Jongho, Jongho, Jongho... whatever will we do with you?

• Upfront about it, surprisingly.

• He caught feelings. How could he not when you’re one of the most breath-taking people he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing?

• That face of yours, along with your voice so soft and encouraging in his ears, was enough for him to cave.

• “Just like that, baby... Just like that.”

• He doesn’t even remember the details of the dream. Just your words and kisses, which still make the touched skin of his body heat with excitement whilst he blinks down at his hands.

• He clenches them; one, twice, then lets them fall back to his sides. He doesn’t need to look into his pants to know that he’s soiled himself.

• He feels kinda... empty? After the dream. Lmao just as exhausted as San was, really, but both at the fluttering his heart when he thinks of you, and the dream itself, so cleans himself up real quick before going back to sleep.

• The fluttering doesn’t go away the next morning.

• So... he tells you :D

• As soon as you walk through the door, holding a bag of snacks and drinks for preparation to crash at Jongho’s apartment for a little bit, he sits you down on the couch, much to your confusion at the serious face he has.

• “I know that this kind of thing can ruin friendships and I don’t want that. At all. But, I had a... dream, about you last night and now I can’t really stop thinking about you...”

• Not the pounding of his heart making him dizzy :*

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #Smut #kpop reactions #idol reactions #idol reader

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after-witch · 4 years ago

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A Private Cell (Yandere FF7 Reno x Reader)

Title: A Private Cell (Yandere Reno x Reader)

Synopsis: @damtoti said: Can I request FF7 Reno with reader as his prisoner?

Word Count: 1600ish

notes: yandere, violence

The handcuffs bite into your wrists so tightly that you think you’re losing feeling in your hands. You can't tell if they lack circulation or if the tingling feeling is just a by-product of your hands being tightly kept behind your back for hours and hours. There's no mirror in whatever room he dragged you into, but you know there's a bruise blooming on your jaw. You can still move it, so it's not broken, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like hell.

You've never been arrested before. You never even got in trouble at school. Though, you realize, you weren't exactly arrested. You weren't taken into custody during daylight hours by officials who escorted you into a precinct or tossed you in a jail cell stuffed with offenders.

You were grabbed after you locked up the shop, after you stepped into the alley on the way home. You struggled and screamed at your attacker, all flashes of red and white and black, but a good sucker punch and a bag over your head took care of things as your vision went fuzzy and finally black.

The next thing you remember, well: you're here. Sitting on a wobbly metal chair with your hands tightly cuffed behind your back. The room is dimly lit by overhead lights and the only thing remarkable about it are the occasional dots of rusty looking stains that make you shiver.

You don't contemplate these stains for much longer, because the metal door to the room screeches open and in saunters the man who punched you in the jaw. His vibrant red hair stands out even in the dim light of the room, but it's his clothing that stands out the most. It looks... expensive. Not flashy-expensive, not gold chains and black market furs, but tailored. Professional. It makes your stomach twist into knots. You've heard of... special forces, before, of groups that do the dirty work for Shinra and do it very well. You don't know if he's part of that, but he's part of something. What the hell does something like this want with you, of all people?

He grabs a chair from the corner and pulls it--the scraping of metal-on-concrete has never been so loud--until it's a few feet away from you. He flips it around and sits himself down, leaning his elbow casually on the back of the chair.

"Hope you're comfy." It's sarcasm, but the way he says it so conversationally makes you wish you could throw a punch. "Let's get this out of the way. You're... you. You're (Y/N). I'm Reno, and that's all you need to know for now."

You lick your lips, dry from the cold air, and start to ask a question--How do you know my name?--but he raises a partially gloved hand to silence you.

"Up-up, I'll do the talkin' for now. Lemme be straight with you, (Y/N), because I don't have time for games and I can tell you’re a real honest person, right? Fess up, and I'll put in a good word for ya. Be stubborn and, well." He scratches his chin and shrugs, as if he really doesn't want to consider the idea of you being "stubborn," whatever that meant. “Best to be honest.”

He rests his chin back in his hands and stares at you. You don’t like his gaze. You don’t like the way his gaze seems... familiar, like he’s seen you before and knows what you might say.

But he just keeps staring and it’s your turn to talk, you guess.

"I..." your voice is unavoidably scratchy, and you do your best to clear it before you continue. "I don't understand what's going on. I didn't do anything."

He stares at you. And then he yawns. Slow, deliberate and annoyingly condescending.

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that one before." He shakes his head and the acting is so good that you might almost believe that he feels sorry for you. "I'm offerin' you a great deal here, (Y/N). We don't usually do that, y'know?"

You can feel tears beginning to well up. Your hands are buzzing in numb, brittle pain and even the slightest shift of your wrist sends bolts of sharp pain up to your elbows. You’re in way over your head, and you don’t even know why.

"Listen, Reno," you say his name, then wonder if you should have said it from the way his face seems to animate at your words. Whether or not he's mad or surprised is difficult to gauge, and you don't have the mental energy to try. "I swear I don't know what you think I did. I'm not... I'm not that type of person, I don't get into trouble like this."

He stands up and in a swift sudden movement, pivots the chair around. The noise makes you jerk and you can only stare as he pulls the chair closer, this time leaning in towards you. It's an uncomfortable mixture of intimate and intimidating, and he seems to know it. He has a soft smile on his face, almost friendly, almost kind. He wants you to trust him so badly.

"The boss doesn't have me pick up randos for no reason. C'mon, just own up to it, and this'll be over soon." He opens his arms up, a placating gesture. You stare at his hands, palm-up, and wonder if he's killed people with them. If he'll kill you.

When you don't speak up--you can't, you reason, you really can't when you have nothing to confess--he sighs, languid and deceptively mundane. He pulls something out of his pocket and whips it to the side. It's a baton. You imagine him bashing it into your skull and your heart starts to race. He presses a button, and it sizzles. Ah, it's a taser, too. You don't have experience with being electrocuted but that doesn't stop your entire body from trembling. Pain shoots up your elbows as your wrists shake of their own volition.

He steps closer, and you wince instinctively and all you can think about is how much this is going to hurt. He presses that button again but before he can swing, you cry out: "Wait! Wait!"

He pauses. Mercifully. The crackling electricity is gone as he slings the baton, resting it on his shoulder. He raises his eyebrows. Well?

You feel your shoulders slump. You have to tell him something. Something that will make him think you're admitting... whatever it is they think you did. They must have the wrong person. You can sort that out later, though, when you're not being threatened with a weapon and an electrical current.

"I--I sometimes sell things." He stares. You continue. "I mean, I sometimes sell things... under the table? Things I shouldn't be selling?"

He slowly sits himself back down on the chair and it's all you can do not to cry in relief. He resumes a casual stance that would feel less intimidating if you weren’t tied up and fighting back tears.

"Tell me more, (Y/N). Who do you sell to?"

You are a terrible liar. You know this, and he might be able to see it. So you half-close your eyes and glance to the side and try your best to look ashamed.

"They... said they work out of Wall Market."

"Ohh." Reno lifts his chin back a little, as if he's realized what type of person you are and what you do, and now you feel real shame heating your cheeks. You would never associate with Wall Market, not if you could help it. You were luckier than most to be able to avoid blackmail and seedy deals.

"So," he says, leaning forward with determination. "Tell me their name."

You freeze. You don't have a name to give. You can't give a fake name. And you can't give a real name, either, because then you'll be implicated and if it ever got back to the real person, you can bet they won't be merciful for you ratting them out. Especially ratting them out for a fake black market transaction that never happened.

"I..." You swallow. Your throat feels prickly. “I can’t say.”

Wrong answer, you think. Wrong wrong answer. He shakes his head and tuts and slaps a hand on his thigh before standing up. He towers over you and you brace yourself for the baton and the electricity and wonder if you should just shout out a name before he can get a good whack at you.

Instead, he walks behind you and fiddles with your too-tight handcuffs. They fall off your wrists and their sudden loss returns the circulation with an agonizing rush. You cry out and he begins massaging your tortured wrists. The gesture feels strangely intimate and you can’t help but think of his baton and the taser and the bruise on your jaw.

"Yeah, that'll happen if they’re on too long." You don't have time to think of a reply before he continues, still softly massaging your aching wrists. "Tell you what. We'll continue our little... discussion tomorrow, yeah? And in the meantime.."

He tightens a different pair of cuffs around your wrists. They're snug and firm but lined with something that keeps them from making you wince, at least.

"I don't trust these other guys to be alone with a... pretty thing like you, y'know? I took you in, so I’m responsible for you until you ‘fess up everything."

He pushes you forward as the metal door is opened from the outside. You glance at the guards on either side of the door, but you know they wouldn’t help you. Especially when you’re flanked by someone who is probably their superior.

“Where… are we going?” You ask. Your voice echoes a little in the poorly lit hallway, muffled by two pairs of footsteps as you’re shuffled along, an unwilling prisoner.

“Told ya,” he says, winding one of his arms around your bound elbows and tugging you closer to his back. “You’re in my custody now.”

#yandere #reno x reader #yandere final fantasy #ff7 reno #afterwitch writes #spoiler: the boss did not order this #double spoiler: you're screwed

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organic-guacamole · 3 years ago

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episode 210 here we go

awww seb doing the intro

congratulations to milky white and her baby chocolate milk😌

seb is so funny

but seriously, clean up that milk fast or else it will smell so bad in there....

was that Lauryn just randomly doing cartwheels? idk any theatre kids irl but that seems like it's a common thing...

is it just me or has ms Jenn been getting more harsh to Ricky and Seb mainly-

like what did they do to her

no because I actually snorted with laughter at the "you came back" WHAT IS THAT VOICE-

AND THE MASK OMG

yeah so my throat hurts now

I'm dying over here

KOURTNEY'S FACE

SAME GIRL SAME

Ricky's fake death got the whole place in tears /s

he looks like an asthmatic walrus

Seb's on piano, I love

we all know if he was the beast we'd all actually be crying✋

ok but I listen to Julia's version of home on Spotify when I want to cry-

right so gimme a second

is Ricky scratching his face.....while he's dying?

"belle i-" *flop*

round of applause to Ashlyn for trying to make Ricky's earthworm seizure look less.... yknow

Kourtney's just dying there

WAIT IS THAT NATALIE

did she really just disappear for 9 episodes just to come back and stare dramatically into the camera

WAIT SCRATCH THAT SHES HERE TO MURDER ASHLYN AND RICKY

oh so Ricky's wearing a gay shirt now too

so that's the real reason why Rini broke up, see y'all next season when Gini and caswen become canon /j

wait that was a long intro scene-

what was that look Carlos-

TALK TO MY BOY OR ELSE

carlos' run is so funny to me

therapist Ashlyn to the rescue

"that is...super" son you good?

ms Jenn call Benjamin, he would willingly put his loved ones on a rocket and blast them into Venus for you....

maybe

"I don't want you kids to be disappointed" girl you do realise you're the one that's most invested in this?

"a smooth opening night" wasn't there just 1 show though-

like their opening night was closing night too

"I think I was Troy at one point" PLEASE THATS THE MOST ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF THE SEASON 1 FINALE

me Jenn looks like a serial killer during that clap and I'm lowkey scared for zacky

"I have notes"

oo if you're taking suggestions, lemme get my list

"mother is freaking out" uhhhhhh

right....'mother"

"is everyone sitting down?"

*looks around awkwardly*

*big red slowly sits*

"no..."

please seb was the only one sitting-

does that mean Carlos looked at Seb as soon as he walked in and assumed that everyone else was sitting too or am I a seblos clown🤡

"is this about the transformation"

WOW MAYBE OT IS RICKY

WOW HES A DETECTIVE FOR FIGURING THAT OUT SO QUICK🤩

YO WHY IS NATALIE HERE-

she just shows up when it's convenient? is she gonna be at the sleepover too?

Seb's heavy swallow after Carlos shouts at him makes me so sad

"I never learned how to lie but I figure if I keep my mouth closed, I can't tell the truth" *nods and smiles at Nini when she asks*

why are they casually standing up all over the pizza shop, just sit at a big table and talk instead of blocking passageways and blocking off at least 6 tables-

"how about I invite myself" WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO INVITE THEMSELVES TO ASHLYN'S HOUSE-

YOU CAN ASK BUT JUST FORCE YOUR WAY IN?

so Cash Caswell has a bigger house than... Dennis Caswell.... who would've thought

ah yes there's the good old EJ 1.0

Nini: "boys vs girls"

Gina: *looks devastated and glances longingly at EJ*

way to be inconspicuous

"but north high should be" *cracks her knuckles in the most uncomfortable way*

good for Ashlyn for getting more confident though

oo bossy big red

"i get bossy around the power tools"

is that why Ashlyn was holding up the drill in episode 8 orrrr 🤠

Lily, leave him alone please

she's literally not blinking, is that what makes her creepy?

the diss at big red and his face afterwards is priceless

isn't that similar to what Gina's mom said to her in season 1? hmmmm

but seriously please don't try to redeem lily, let us have a character to hate, or to love because they're evil.

not everyone's a good guy.

"im not liked here and I don't know what to do"

let antoine finish his salad and it'll fix everything

"hug emoji" *gags*

y'all realize Lily's literally 14?

why is she calling a 16/17 year old from another school for personal advice-

"he gets weird around tools"

I shouldn't be laughing so hard

"deja vu maybe?" awkward silence

I'm dying here I love EJ so so so so much

"where's seb"

*cuts to seb being held hostage hoping that they'd notice he's missing and go look for him*

"don't ask"

"oh ok"

"100% real faux fur" as you should queen