#not that he would ever let michi down

[swan2swan]

My headcanon is that the house actually belongs to Mai's uncle, the Warden of the Boiling Rock. However, since he's pretty much always at his workplace, he let his sister and her up-and-coming husband live there. This gave him easier access to the political field, a nice place for his sister to raise her family, and easy access for his niece to attend the Royal Academy (for which he wrote a glowing endorsement).

Location: Mai’s house

Located directly across from the Royal Palace, Mai’s house is one of the many fancy homes inhabited by important Fire Nation citizens. Since her family is now in Omashu, Mai has the place all to herself.

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who’s Little Sister?!

preview. Draken swears he doesn’t only go for little sisters. But when you, Takemichi’s younger sister, walks into his shop….

ft. Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji x fem!reader

wc. 6.5k 🤡😅

W. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI! bimbo reader, age gap (draken is late 20’s workin at the bike shop, you’re in early 20’s in collage) fem reader, corruption, dubcon (reader is intoxicated when they consent), virgin killer draken, oral (f!receiving), cream pie, a lil after care, praise and lots of it, drakens a scumbag but in a hot way🤪🤤 he comes around though, I promise 🤭

an. Hiiii pookies <33 this is a repost from my old account, but I’m reposting it here because I’m bringing this series back to life. This fic as well as part 2 hold such a special place in my heart, and now that my inspo is back and I’m ready to add to this little story, I hope you guys can join me on the ride hehe <33 I hope you enjoy! I love Kenny 💖 reblogs, comment, and constructive feedback are always welcome 🫶

“Draken, you have a thing for little sisters.”

“I do not.”

The look on everyone’s faces begs to differ.

First, it was Emma, and although the relationship didn’t work out between the two, she was still Mikey’s little sister.

“Can’t believe I ever let you near my sister, sister fucker.” Mikey mumbles into the lip of his beer, making the rest of the boys laugh out loud.

“Wait— who’s sister is he going for now?”

Takemichi’s comment had them all silencing instantly, eyes going to him as if he just asked the stupidest question on earth. Draken tried to use Takemichi’s idiocy to his advantage, waving away the conversation with a hand.

“No one—“

“Yours, obviously Takemichi.” Mitsuya blurted, much to Draken’s distaste, who dropped his forehead against the table with a groan.

“What?!”

Draken believed it wasn’t his fault, truly it couldn’t be. After the fallout with Emma, he swore to himself that the girls he went for would strictly be disconnected from his found family. Things were going well for him, so many beautiful girls passed by his shop, he even went on a date with a handful of them.

But he seemed to forget all of them when you walked into his shop.

There you were, bright-eyed, little miniskirt, lips pulled into the cutest pout he had ever seen. He was taken back when you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes widening a bit as you gasped.

“Ah! Found the right place! You’re Draken-Kun, right?”

The honorific had his heart racing, making him internally swear at himself from getting so excited just from something so simple.

“Uh yeah, that’s me.”

“Nii-chan said he’d be here, was supposed to meet him at ‘Draken-Kun’s shop’ buuuut—“ there was that cute pout again. “I don’t see him!”

He swallowed down a lump that seemed to block all his words. Why was his throat so dry? Why were you blinking up at him so perfectly?

“Uh— yeah, this is my shop but, who’s— who’s your brother?”

“Oh! Michi! Takemichi!” Your smile got even brighter when you said his name. Blinding almost.

Draken really hated the fact that it made his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to rub the furrow from his brows. You tilted your head in confusion, reaching out and giving one of his biceps a squeeze.

“What was that, Draken-Kun?”

You sounded so concerned, so sorry for someone you didn’t even know. Draken quickly shook you off, before the simple touch of your soft palm made his cock harder than it already was. “No, nothing, it’s nothing. He’s— he’s upstairs.”

“Thank you~!” Sweet as sugar, you basically skipped towards the staircase, a hum in your voice when you called out to Takemichi.

And Draken watched until you disappeared. He watched the sway of your hips, watched your cute little heels clack up the stairs, and he certainly watched the way the swell of your ass became visible when you reached a certain step, along with an outline of lacy panties that were meant to stay hidden.

Fuuuuuuck—

Draken left the boys earlier than usual, hands buried deep in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Takemichi’s angry face was stuck in his head, along with his bitching that only made the boys tease him harder.

“You better not fuck my sister Draken! She’s too sweet for you bro!”

“Whatever—“ Draken mumbled to himself, his breath leaving him in a puff of air due to the cold that surrounded him. He was heading back to his apartment, wanting to slip into bed and hope that the boys would get so hammered tonight they’d forget everything discussed.

When his phone started to buzz he groaned again, ready to tell Mikey no he wasn’t coming back and to fuck off. What he wasn’t expecting to see was your contact name on his screen.

He really should have just let it go to voicemail, in fact, he should delete your number period. But, he picked it up on the very last ring, bringing the phone to his ear with hesitation.

“Hello?”

“D-Draken!!” You were whining— voice a bit slurred and muffled. Was there music in the background? Draken couldn’t really tell. He held his fingers to his other ear in an attempt to hear you better as you started to ramble.

“Can’t— I can’t hear you,” Draken said, trying his best to keep the annoyance from his tone as.. wait, were you crying?

“I-I’m at a stupid party dra! A-and Michi won’t answer his phone b-but I wanna go home! T-There’s this boy here a-and he won’t leave me alone and I-I’m too drunk—“

Draken felt himself tense up at the mention of some boy.

“Slow down…” He sounded calmer now, his apartment coming into view. “Send me your address, I’ll come to get you.”

“P-Please Draken, don’t wanna be here anymore, wanna go.”

It was the way you whined so desperately, so pretty. Draken knew this was bad, knew you didn’t even try to call him first.

But you still called him. Still trusted him enough.

“I’ll get you, sweetheart.” He was swearing at himself for the pet name that left his mouth without permission, but when you made the cutest little hum on the other end of the phone he quickly forgot his worries. “Send me the address right now while you’re on the phone. Do ya know how?”

He was already in the parking garage as your location pinged on his phone. He easily spotted his bike, hopping on as you continued to blubber into the phone.

“C-come now, promise you’ll come now dra—“

“I’m coming, promise. Stay where you are.”

He hung up and sped out of the garage before his right mind could catch up.

The address was some grungy trap house. The smell of cheap liquor and sex seemed to waft from the door as piles of drunk university kids spilled free. He waited until he saw you, finally, heels in hand and bare feet stepping into the damp grass to get to him.

He bit the inside of his cheek. You looked drunk, mascara already ran down your cheeks and little sniffles left you as you approached the bike. He tried to keep his eyes off the low cut of your tank top, but it was hard when you flung yourself at him, clinging to his waist with that pretty whine he loved hearing so much.

“D-Draaaaa~!” You carried the ‘A’, pressing your damp cheeks into the leather of his jacket, along with pressing your chest into his side. He brought his hand to your back, eyes rolling as he went to pat it.

Only to feel that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Keep it together, Ken.

“Get on, c'mon you’re gonna catch a cold.” He was quick to throw his jacket over you, slipping you in front of him cause honestly, he didn’t trust you to hold on tight enough to him in your drunk state.

So he had you sitting in front of him. He instructed you to put your hands on the handle bras, sensing your hesitation as you continued to sniffle and whimper. He pressed his chest into your back, lips close to your ear.

“It’s alright, I won’t let anything happen to you. Put 'em down.” He felt the way you shivered, and he hated the way it made him smirk. When you finally planted your hands down he placed his much larger hands over yours. They completely engulfed your palms, and he hoped that the little whine you let out now was because of that.

He reeved off quickly, trying to slow himself down but unable to control himself as he sped off towards his place with you in tow.

He ended up carrying you up the stairs to his apartment. He had originally tried to work your heels back on, but you were very much against that, sending him your best pout along with a little “nuh-uh! Don’t wanna!” And since he didn’t want you stepping on anything nasty he settled for picking you up instead.

You were on his back, arms slung over his shoulder as you babbled nonsense in his ear. Something about how you drank too much tequila and ‘but how can you say no to free shots?’ Draken just shook his head, gripping one of your thighs a bit tighter as he worked his apartment door open.

“Easy.” He spoke as he placed you on the ground. You giggled when your legs wobbled, quick to grip onto Draken’s arm yet again as you finally let your heels tumble to the ground.

“Takemichi would kill you if he knew you were this drunk,” Draken stated, trying to keep the amusement from his voice as you used the wall to help yourself towards the couch. You looked back at Draken and stuck your lip out in a pout, before sticking your tongue out.

“Michi isn’t my daddy, I do what I want~!”

Draken almost choked on his spit. Did you really have to talk like that— say that in the cutest little voice? He was grateful when you started your trek to the couch again, so he could fix the bulge that started to form in his joggers.

“Oh, yea? Well, you shouldn’t, you can barely stand. And who was this guy feeding you shots?” Just the thought of some loser college boy trying to get you drunk, preying on you, made his brows twitch, knuckles tensing as he made his way to meet you on the couch.

“Ugh, just some loser. Claims he’s in a gang dra, just like you and Michi used to— but he’s no bad boy, no no he’s a creep~!”

“Yea?” Draken just chuckled coldly, fetching you a water bottle from the fridge. “Must be a real classy group of delinquents if they’re targeting girls like that—“

His voice got caught again when he finally saw you on his couch.

You had worked his jacket off you, sprawled yourself out on the cushions without a care in the world. The little tube skirt you were wearing was hiked up dangerously high, leaving little to the imagination as you turned your face away from the cushions, looking up at Draken.

And you had the audacity to giggle, “You’re couch s’comfy dra~”

one of your legs threatened to topple right off the couch, but if that happened, well it would certainly make the wimpy material hike all the way up.

Draken caught your knee before it had the chance, only making you giggle more. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, blood pumping dangerously fast to his crotch as he shot you a disappointed look.

“Be careful.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, and when you looked at him, eyes wide and glossy…

Draken had to have more willpower than this, didn’t he?

“D-Don’t be mean t’me” You were whining again, rolling over and pressing your face into the couch. Your leg slipped from his touch, and he thought maybe he’d be in the clear now.

But when you curled up, the skirt he put too much faith in hiked up, letting the swell of your ass free. Draken wanted to turn away, or at least throw a pillow at you, but he couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from your pretty, soft skin.

You were still mumbling, something about him bossing you around. But Draken finally shook himself from the dangerous trance he was in, clicking his tongue and grabbing at your shoulder.

“Up, cmon, you’re going to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.” You spoke, voice nothing bratty as you tried to slip from his grasp. Draken wasn’t having any of it, not when he was only seconds from snapping.

“Too bad. Get up. You need water and sleep.”

“Nooo~!” You looked back at him, perfect lips pouting and this cute sense of defiance in your gaze that still swam with unclarity.

Draken wasn’t sure what it was that finally made him snap. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the brattiness that he knew he could work outta you, maybe it was how your ass now pressed into his thighs.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. He was pressing his lips to yours, swallowing the little shocked gasp you pushed against his lips. He only pulled away when his lips began to pulse, a shaking breath puffing out against your trembling lower lip.

He kept his eyes glued to yours as his thumb swiped at the drool that lingered on your lip, another click leaving his tongue.

“Messy…” he murmured, more to himself than to you as you batted your lashes up at him, leaned into his touch as if on instinct.

Draken shoulda stopped. This would be the perfect time to back off, let you sleep off the alcohol on his couch and call Takemichi in the morning. Hell, you’re so drunk you probably wouldn’t even remember this little kiss.

But then you spoke.

“D-Dra.. y-your lips are reaaaal soft.”

“Fuck.” He swore for real this time, ignoring any sense as he pressed his lips to yours once again. It was so cute how hesitant you were, fingers trembling softly as they ran through his black ponytail. He had no problem slipping his hands beneath you, easing you up and into his lap.

“Fuck.” He mumbled it into your open mouth this time, feeling your warm little cunt pressing into his crotch. The panties you wore did little to conceal your sex, and it didn’t help that you were squirming in his lap, hips twitching into him and nails digging along his shoulders.

He had to pull back again, his palms planted firmly on your hips to keep you still. “Can’t— fuck. You can’t squirm like that baby.” He hated how desperate he already sounded, voice going down an octave and raspier than usual.

You bit the tip of your nail, face heating up along with the rest of your body as you slowly raised your gaze to meet Draken’s. “C-Can’t help it, I’ve never—“

Draken brows shot up, panic flooding his system. He did not want to hear you say you’d never kiss a guy before.

“Never sat in someone’s lap like this…” The relief washed over him, making his shoulders slump again. There was this swelling feeling in his chest, one that he didn’t exactly love, but he couldn’t stop it from coming.

It was the same feeling he got when he took Emma’s virginity.

“Oh, yea…? What else haven’t you done?” He was curious now, big hands rubbing reassuring circles into your hips. The skirt you were wearing before was useless now, bunched up at your hips and showing off the cute panties you wore. He tried not to stare as you tried to stutter out your words.

But Draken knew now, he was much weaker than he originally thought.

“I-I’ve kissed a guy! Obviously!! B-But…” There you were, pouting again. But the more Draken massaged at your hips, the more your whines started to sound like meek little mewls. “I-I just— I haven’t really done anything other than like.. touching I guess..”

He really hoped that you didn’t feel his cock twitching right under you.

Draken hummed in acknowledgement, bringing his face close to yours as soon as you looked down into your lap. “Just touching, yea? Have you ever held a dick before, sweetheart?”

“N-no!” He shouldn’t be teasing you like this, but he couldn’t help himself. His question just made you squirm again, and he enjoyed the friction just a little longer than he should have before he was gripping your hips again, giving you a more stern glance.

“I said, no squirming…” The corner of his lip twitched as you whimpered at him, eyes getting glassy all over again.

“M’sorry…” you spoke back through pouting lips, still having trouble meeting his gaze as your fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

Draken knew what he was doing was wrong, could hear the voices of his buddies taunting and teasing, claiming just how right they were about him. But being this close to you, seeing just how badly you wanted to hump against him, even if you were drunk.

How the hell was he supposed to let this opportunity go?

“Well… I don’t wanna spook you, angel. If ya haven’t done anything, I’ll just put you to bed, alright—“

“N-no!” Hook, line, and sinker.

“No?” Draken mused, his hands finally pulling you just a bit closer, his fingertips teasing over the flesh of your ass. You shook your head, clinging onto him a bit tighter.

“N-No I— I want…” your words trailed off, your own nerves getting the better of you.

Cute. It was so cute how words could get you flustered when you were already sitting in his lap, skirt pulled up and nothing but a little pair of panties keeping you away from him.

“Cmon. Use your words baby, what do you want.” He spoke to you with that same level of authority, watching the way your eyes slowly made their back up to his own.

“I-I want you to.. to teach me.”

He was smirking now, smug as ever. But it didn’t matter.

He had you right where he wanted you.

His lips were back on yours before you could continue to stutter, but this time he was lifting you up. He gripped your ass, urging your legs to cling to his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Draken placed you onto the mattress with ease, working himself between your thighs that already opened up to welcome him. He was pleased to see that when he pulled away from the kiss this time you were panting, lips a little swollen and chest heaving as you looked up at him.

Already so curious, so desperate for whatever he was willing to offer you.

“I’ll teach you, baby.” Draken was speaking into your skin, planting kisses along your cheeks, down the column of your neck. He felt your pulses with his lips, the steady beat only picking up in pace when he looked up at you through hooded eyes. “But, you have to listen, you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

He already knew your answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-Yes, I’ll be a good girl Dra…” you managed to whimper, voice slipping into a whine when his lips pushed over the flimsy strap of your tank top, dragging it down over your shoulder.

“Ken.” He laughed when you gave him this confused look. So naive, so very dumb.

But so very willing.

“Want you to call me Ken, can ya do that baby?”

When you realized what he was asking you let out a little “oh” and a nod, which pleased him to no end. His hand dragged your other strap down, leaving just a few inches left of coverage over your chest. It was the perfect place for him to pause, look you over just once more.

“Ask one more time for me baby, nice and pretty now.” This was his way of getting you to beg, and boy did you play into his hand so easily.

“P-Please Ken, please teach me, please—“

His will had broken long ago, the sweet sounds of your pleas, the tears that made your lashes clump. All of it had broken him down long before. His lips were back on your chest, one rough hand finally freeing your breasts from the confines of the little tank top you wore. He groaned as he squeezed each mound in his palms, the gasp you let put making his head feel light.

“Such pretty tits….” He murmured, his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of your pretty nipples, which quickly peddled up as he smoothed his thumb over the bud. He poked his tongue out, curiosity getting the best of him as he swiped the wet muscle over your left nipple.

“O-Oh!--” Cute. He wanted to hear that little squeak on repeat, wrapping his lips around your nipple while he continued to massage the other. Your fingers quickly clung to his black hair, running through the soft locks before pulling him flush to your skin.

“F-Feels good Ken! Mhm! So good– I– want!!” Your words tumbled off your tongue mindlessly, mewls and whimpers getting pushed out as Draken released you with a pop. He licked his lips at your swollen bud, admiring the little indents his teeth had made before your tug on his hair snapped him back to reality.

“Watch it.” He warned, squeezing your breast hard enough to make you whimper. “Lemme take my time with you, Angel.”

“B-But–” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, brain foggy as Drken moved on from your tits, large hands travelling to the hem of your skirt. The skirt was pulled from your legs with a few simple tugs, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.

A pair that had a wet patch just waiting to be removed.

“You’re so cute…” Draken breathed out, his hands smoothing over your tummy, big enough to almost engulf your waist. Each touch of his fingertips on your skin left a tingling sensation, skin ablaze as you whimpered at him again, hips bucking off the mattress as he cupped your cunt.

“Please Ken…” You were gripping the sheets as he fiddled with the hem of your panties. Hooking his index finger under the material only to let it snap back against your sensitive skin. You could have cried from that, reaching for him.

Only for him to easily scoop up both wrists in one hand, pinning them back above your head. Although his eyes were nothing but stern, his lips were holding back a smirk, showing just how amused he was with how needy you became so quickly.

Although you didn’t notice, how could you when your only thought was him, his hands, his everything?

“Keep your hands up here, understood?” When he got a little whine and a nod he hummed in approval, pressing a feather-light kiss to your nipple. “Gunna teach ya how to feel good, but you can’t get in my way–”

“M’sorry, sorry Ken, won’t, please–” He let you babble on about apologize, easing your thighs open a little further. Once your fingers curled into the sheets above your head again he let go of your wrists, all focus drawn back to the little wet spot.

He was shameless as he pressed his nose into it, your scent instantly making him groan, pulling you closer to his face by the hips. He went as far as to nuzzle your covered pussy, pressing a kiss to where your clit was hiding under the fabric. You were trembling under his actions, each one making you whimper and whine for more.

“Smells sweet as candy, bet ya taste like it too, don’t ya?” There was a slur in his voice as his teeth took hold of the flimsy fabric, and rather than dragging it down your thigh he tore it off with one good tug.

You could have come right there, seeing the ruined pieces of your underwear dangling from his lips, the feral look in his eyes as he was finally met with the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your own slick and making it glisten in the dim lighting.

He used two fingers to spread your lower lips apart, pupils only blowing out larger at the sight of your desperate little hole clenching at the air.

Beckoning him.

“First, you’re gonna come on my lips.” His voice was raspy, but it was enough to catch your attention, make you look at him with glossy eyes and a nod. “Gunna use my fingers too since I gotta work this pretty pussy open.”

“Kay ken, mhm… wanna feel you.” You muttered, the term pretty pussy making you flutter around nothing yet again. He just knew praise would make your brain turn off.

He licked one long stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick there. The action already had both of your groaning, a form hand on your hip keeping you pressed into the mattress as he let his tongue toy and flick at your pulsing clit.

“Oh! Yes–!” Every flick, every suck, every slurp of his tongue had you gasping, eyes squeezing out the pleasurable tears. It was like nothing you’d ever felt but you just needed more, needed to relieve that knot that was already so tight in your belly as Draken ate your pussy like it was his last meal.

You were just so sweet, just like he knew you would be, your arousal gushing onto his chin each time he kissed your clit. He knew you were wet enough by now, but he still spat a glob of saliva over your hole before slipping a finger into you.

Your mouth hung open in a little “o” as he pumped his thick finger in and out, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip at just how hard you squeezed his single finger.

Couldn’t help but think how tight you’d be when he finally bullied his cock into you.

“You’re so tight baby… gunna use another finger.” As much as he hated pulling his lips away from your pussy, he just had to see what your face looked like when he slid a second finger into you, and it did not disappoint.

You bit your already swollen lip, whimpering and attempting to buck away had it not been for the grasp on your hip. “S’too much, too much Ken–!”

“It’s just my fingers princess, you can take it…’ He was trying too hard to hold back his smirk, cooing praise as his fingers stretched out your gummy walls, in search of that one spot he knew would…

The tip of his index finally grazed the little lump, your eyes shooting open and your back arching from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

“There it is…” Draken hummed, massaging into the spot, making your body tremble. “This is your sweet spot, angel, feels so good, doesn't it?”

You nod, words lost to you as drool dribbles freely from your open mouth. It made him grin, adrenaline pumping through him as your pussy milked his fingers just like it would milk his cock… just as soon as he had a taste.

“C’mon baby girl, come f’me, yea? It’s gonna feel so good.” Draken’s words are a promise as he locks his lips back onto your clit. He’s suckling the precious bud, all the while his fingers massage your g-spot. He knows you’re overwhelmed, can tell by the way you jolt and cry.

But he needs to taste you.

You gasp as heat washes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping apart slowly. It’s the subtle graze of Draken’s teeth against your clit that sets you over, a cry of his name with a mix of slur’s spilling from your lips as you gush on his fingers.

Draken groans, you sounded so much better than he imagined coming undone. His fingers were pulled free quickly just so his lips could latch onto your cunt, lewdly slurping up your arousal even as your hips tried to desperately wiggle away.

“Fuckkkkk….” Draken groans as he finally lifts his lips from your swollen lower lips, the sight of his eyes narrowed and his chin covered in your arousal making your face heat up, embarrassment making you bring your hands over your face.

He chuckles, hovering back over you to press wet kisses along your arms. “Why are you hiding from me baby? Did so good f’me, felt good didn’t it?” His free hand petting your pussy, smearing your arousal over your skin and only further making a mess of your inner thighs.

You look at him through your fingers, slowly pulling your hands away when you catch sight of his handsome smile. You nod at him, hips bucking into his palm despite the way your clit tingles. “Mhm… felt good Ken, really good.”

“Good. Wanna feel better?” He asks, sitting up on his hunches. He grips the back of his shirt, easily pulling his shirt up and over his head, and the sight of his abs as you mewling for more. Your hands finally leave the sheets just to touch him, trembling fingertips smoothing over his abs with glossy eyes. He was so… so pretty? You had always thought so, but never acted on it, of course…

When his thumb smooths over your lip to collect the drool that leaks there you snap from your trance, his devious smirk making you whine. “You’re so cute.” He murmured, the dumb little look in your gaze only making his cock twitch harder.

So cute and so dumb, Draken was truly the luckiest man on earth tonight.

His cock was painfully hard when he finally pulled himself free, leaking a generous amount of pre that he used to slick up his length. His smirk grew when he caught you staring again, eyes wide and biting down so hard on your lower lip.

He held a hand out for you, helping you sit up a bit. He took your hand and placed your much smaller one on his cock, and the sight alone made him groan low in his throat.

Your fingers just looked so small as they wrapped around his length, your thumb rubbing along one of his veins with so much curiosity. You squeezed him and he hissed, instantly making your hand go slack around him.

“Not so tight angel.”

“M’sorry Ken…” You licked your lips, figuring out how much pressure to apply as you worked your palm up and down his shaft. Each time you almost reached the top his thick mushroom head would flush an even brighter pink, his pre dribbling from his tip and onto your fingers. Draken watches with wide eyes as you brought your hand to your lips, licking away his arousal with a pretty little sound.

Fuck.

He took hold of your hips again, lifting them so he could slide one of his pillows under your lower back. This angle had your hips sticking up a bit, your legs perched over his calves as he sat between your thighs. “Lay back” He instructed, and you didn’t pause with his instruction, laying back into his pillows while keeping your eyes glued to his cock.

“It’s gonna sting.” He warned, knowing that sting was probably an understatement as he laid his cock over your cunt, biting his lip to see that his tip almost reached your belly button.

“M’ready.” and you were, you wanted to be, your curiosity was getting the better of you, feeling his length rub over your cunt to get more slicked up, each time his tip caught your clit made you more impatient, reaching for his free hand and squeezing it tightly.

Draken positioned himself at your opening, greedy little hole sucking in his tip with minimal effort. It’s when the girth hit that you finally gasped, your rings of muscles attempting to make way for Draken’s cock. He shushed you with gentle coos squeezing your hand back and pressing warm kisses along your tear-stained face.

“Relax for me, little love…” He murmured against your skin, two fingers rubbing away at your clit. Draken was so tense and he held himself back, every muscle in his body rippling as he bullied his cock into your warm gummy walls.

“I-I–” You were stammering, chest shaking as you sucked in a breath. He had to be almost all the way in, right? When you saw only half of his cock had been pushed in you cried out a little, head shaking.

“S’not, not gonna fit~!” You sobbed, eyes watery as your legs trembled around him. He pressed a kiss to your lips this time, his finger never ceasing the slow circles on your bud to help break you open for him.

“It’ll fit sweetheart, promise, and it’s gonna feel so good… need ya to relax, can ya do that.” He looked at you,, expectantly, and who were you to say no? Not that you wanted to, considering your pussy was still milking away at what fit. You nodded, giving his hand another squeeze as reassurance.

Draken sucked in a breath of his own, and with one good jerk of his hips, his cock bullied itself all the way in, knocking up against your cervix and making you cry out for him. His fingers pinched your clit, the squeeze of your walls making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck– Jesus Christ, that’s it baby, my fucking god, you feel so good.” His own grunts drowned out your whines, which his delight soon turned to little moans as he kept working at your clit, your pussy holding him snuggly and almost refusing to let up.

It was the subtle bulge on your tummy, the outline of his cock sitting between your plush walls that really made him snap. He started thrusting, hips creating a steady pace that had his balls tapping up against your ass with each thrust. Your lips hung open in a silent cry, each pull and push of his hips making your walls squeeze even tighter. You were already too dumbed out to realize that Draken had placed the pillows beneath you because each time he was flush against you his cock head sat snuggly against your sweet spot, making your vision blur with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Got such a tight cunt.” He growled out through clenched teeth, the ring of arousal that already formed at the base of his cock making his own mouth water. You squeezed him like a vice, somehow tightening up even more each time he praised you, each time his fingers flicked your clit. Draken usually held pride at the fact that he could last in bed, holding out for the sake of his lovers.

But you? He just had to fill you up quick, had to see the dumb little look in your eyes when he pumped you full of cum.

Hit thrusts started to shake your whole body, breasts bouncing each time his hips smacked into your ass. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue easily overpowering yours as your teeth clashed and drool fell down your chin. Your nails found purchase on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons that had him groaning into your mouth.

“Milkin my cock like a good little girl, such a good girl.” He noticed your eyes rolling back, your body trembles ceasing only for a few moments as your high washes over you unexpectedly. Your vision went white when you came this time, the cry of his name making him hiss.

It was almost painful, the grip your pussy had on his cock as you gushed around him. The mess was beautiful, soaking your inner thighs and his pelvis, making a squelching sound each time he continued to pump into you.

“Fuckin came all over my cock?” he knew your answer but wanted to hear your sob out a pathetic little “yes” as he braces his arms on either side of your head. He knew better than this, knew that fucking into you this roughly, this sloppily could scare you off.

But your pussy was asking for it, leaving his cock drenched as he continued to knock up against your cervix, ground his hips so his dick massaged your g-spot. It didn’t take long for him to finish, his dick pulsing before spilling load after hot load into your walls.

You shivered at the feeling, body twitching and legs slowly loosening around him as his thrusts started to slow down. A bead of sweat fell from his brow and onto your face, making you whimper softly.

Draken was in a daze as he watched his cock slowly slip in and out of you. By the time he was all the way out, his length was covered in a shiny layer of arousal, milky and glistening. He sighed, a little flutter going off in his chest as your battered pussy clenched at nothing, pushing out a bead of his cum.

“K-Ken~” he knew he shouldn’t have pushed it back in with a finger, knew that was irresponsible and greedy of him, but the action was done before he could really think it over, his lips smoothing over yours to sooth your cries.

“M’right here babygirl. Did so good for me, m’so proud of you.” He rolled to his side, letting you cling and tremble against him as you came back down to earth. He had no problem petting your sweat-slicked hair, shushing you with little kisses. “You’re okay, such a good girl.”

If it meant you’d come back to him. And he was certain after this, you’d be crawling at his feet.

He didn’t bother leaving you, you were clinging onto him too tightly. So instead he just scooped you up, brought you to the bathroom. He was so gentle when he placed you on the toilet, and even though you were fussing about going in front of him, he was adamant about it as he washed his face.

“I can’t pee in front of you, Ken!”

“I’m not even paying attention, you need to try, it’s good for you, so you don’t get any infections.”

“What do you mean, an infection?!” He chuckled, of course, you knew nothing about that.

Once he had you calm again, face and legs clean from a washcloth he helped you slip into one of his old sweaters and a pair of boxers. You were basically sleepwalking back to his bed, mumbling something incoherent as you cuddled into his pillow.

“The bed’s all yours…” He spoke with a smirk, pressing a little kiss to your temple as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. You were out in seconds, and Draken took your precious little snores as his cue to get up and stretch a bit, check his phone and grab water for you in case you woke up with a hangover.

It was 4 am, but what made his brows raise was the number of messages in the group chat. He clicked on it, ready for a good laugh. But instead, his stomach dropped.

Takemichi: Draken! Why is my sister at your place?!

Mitsuya: No fucking way…

Baji: Draken, you dog. 🐶

Chifuyu: How do you know she’s there?

Takemichi: I have her location! I was supposed to pick her up at some party but it says she is at Drakens !!

Takemichi: Draken I’ll beat your ass–

Baji: I’ll do it for ya buddy. 💪🏼

Mitsuya: ur done for dude

Mikey: dirty dirty kenchin ///:

Chifuyu: 💀💀

Kazutora: man strikes again 🫣

Pa-Chin: literally a sister fucker dawg

Mitsuya: ur never seeing my sisters again 🫡

Takemichi: they’re not fucking! DRAKEN YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HER–

He was never gonna hear the end of it.

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What Happens If You Tease Them| Tokyo Revengers Live action|Fem Reader

❦Includes: Draken , Mikey ,Baji , Takemichi, Akkun

CW:Fem!Reader , Teasing ,Fingering, name calling, hand job

~All characters are 18+

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❦Draken

❦ Draken’s not really the teasing type as he’s more over on the serious side then anything.. On the other hand your a tease no matter where you guys go, as you were sitting bored listening to Mikey as he gives a speech, quickly becoming bored as your eyes travel over to Draken as you notice his serious expression while his eyes scanned the crowd of men , as you start to feel your self becoming wet in your pantries quickly pulling out your phone , clicking on Draken’s contact as your start to send him dirty texts along with nudes attached from this morning , after pressing send you quickly place your phone in your pocket watching closely as he pulls out his phone , smirking as you notice his eyes become wide as he quickly goes back to a serious expression quickly typing on his phone ,after a few minutes he placed his phone back in his pocket giving you a quick glance that sent chills down your spine , hearing your phone ding as your break eye contact bring your lip as you read over the incoming message as your parties become more damp then before

❦Takemichi

❦We all know this fucker isn’t a teasing type AT ALL , but it’s not hard to get to the poor soul like any other day you went to Takemichi house where you would normally meet up but this time was different, his friends where over normally you would have fun even join in the conversation… but today you seemed to just stare at Takemichi as your mind starts to think of all the positions that he could put you in as he pounded in your wet cunt , letting out a soft whine which you were glad no one heard , as Akkun was picking out a movie , you quickly rush to grab a blanket, taking a seat next to Michi as you place the cover over both of you, while the movie played , bring you lip as the thoughts started to become worse biting your lip as your hand slowly reaches under the blankets slightly resting on his thigh as Takemichi turns to look at you with a confused expression while you continue to look at the tv as if nothings happening, after a few seconds you slowly slide your hand inside his shorts , insides his boxers as you grab a hold of his cock , rubbing the tip with your thumb ever so slowly causing Takemichi to jump slightly kneeing Makoto in the back of the head as he turns to give Takemichi a death glare”S-Sorry Makoto” rolling his eyes as Makoto turns back towards the tv , turning toward Takemichi as you give him a smirk, leaning close to his ear “Gotta be quiet pretty boy” leaning back against the couch as you face the tv still with a smirk , moving your hand up and down his cock slowly to not bring attention as Takemichi face turn bright red as he grabs and bites on the nearest pillow

❦Baji

❦ For some reason I feel like Baji is a bit of a tease , like he would purposely do this that he knows would make you weak to the knees , and to make matters worse no one exactly knew that you guys were a couple they all would assume you were just really close friends, As you were standing along side of Toman talking to Hina and Emma as the meeting was going on , Baji becoming bored as he eyes start to scan around the shrine , once his eyes found its target he gave off his famous smirk showing off his canines as he slowly walks over , acting as if he was trying to walk past , grabbing your waist as he moves past you making sure your feel his hard on against your plump ass as he goes by, causing you to choke on your words , eyes becoming wide as you quickly turn your head towards Baji as he gives you a quick wink as he smirks and heads back to where he should be , feeling your panties become damp as ypu continue to stare at Baji with a shocked expression leaving you now hot and bothered

❦Akkun

❦For some reason I feel like Akkun is a bit of a tease like Baji, except everyone knows which gives him more confidence then he already had , not really caring if the whole world see’s as long as they knew you were his he didn’t really care , slowly rubbing up and down your legs under the table causing chills to run down your spine it was no help that your were in a skin tight dress that stop mid thigh, quickly turning to look at Akkun as he gave you a side glance while continuing his talk with his friends who were also at the restaurant as we were celebrating Akkun grand opening for his salon , stoping his hand at your mid thigh as you try to shake Akkun hand away causing him to give your thigh a tight squeeze causing you to let out a yelp catching the attention of everyone around you , “Are you ok y/n” Takuya asks as they all look at your concerned giving a quickly nod as they all go back to there conversation, Akkun then slides his hand under your dress , quickly moving your panties to the side as he pushes a finger past your soaked lips , playing with your wet cunt as he slowly slides two fingers in your cunt causing you to choke on your drink as he looks at you , giving you the most innocent smile “You okay Baby girl”

❦Mikey

❦Now Mikey , it all depends on the day and his mood honestly, but there’s something about you wearing a sling tight sundress with splits on each side , rubbing up and down your waist as he watches Toman having fun and joking around pulling you closer to his hard on as you quickly look over your shoulder at Mikey as he’s paying you zero attention at all deciding to ignore him as you go back to playing games on your phone , Mikey then leans in your ear “Ypu know I could fuck you right now and no one could stop me” he says giving your ear a small lick as he leans back against his motorcycle still watching over the gang while your face heats up as you feel your panties becoming drenched from his words , trying your hardest to ignore the throbbing in your panties as you try your hardest to focus back on your game after a few minutes Mikey leans in your ear again this time moving your waist so your ass was moving on his boner “Meet me in the alley behind the shrine” He then moves your away as he walks for the exit heading for what you assumed was the alley

[diagonal-queen]

Being Tachihara's mafia fuck buddy but you both secretly have feelings for each other?

THAT'S HOT ANON AND SO ARE YOU <3

Unspoken

♡ pairing: Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: You and Tachihara both work in the Port Mafia but you're also...close outside of business hours. You like him, but because you're unsure of his feelings you refuse to say anything for fear of ruining your existing relationship.

♡ wc: 1.6k

♡ cw: Sex (not explicitly written), friends with benefits relationship, swearing

note: Gosh I've been waiting for a Michi x reader req 🙈 he's just so hot. Apologies for errors.

Waking up at 3am was never in your schedule, nor did you particularly like when it happened. And yet, here you were, staring at the dark ceiling while Tachihara was sound asleep beside you. Your thighs ached a little, but you quickly numbed yourself to the sting, more focused on the strange feeling in your stomach.

For most people, having a friends-with-benefits relationship with their crush would be a dream. And in some ways it was; Tachihara was...good in bed, to say the least. He seemed to enjoy your time together, as did you, but that seemed to be it. Unlike you, his feelings didn't appear to run any deeper than lust. Thinking about it tended to make your stomach churn; perhaps that's why you felt off.

You heaved before sitting up and rolling out of bed. You just needed a glass of water to clear your head, you thought. By now, you'd been to Tachihara's place so much that you essentially had the layout of his kitchen drawers memorised. You'd never snooped around before or anything, but you'd made breakfast there a few times for the two of you. You liked how domestic it felt, but Tachihara likely didn't see it that way. Regardless, you could tell he appreciated it. After all, with your jobs, such leisures could be snuffed out in an instant.

You took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with tap water, before drinking all of it in one go. You hadn't realised how parched you were until the water met your lips; you remembered little besides laying in Tachihara's arms before nodding off. You two probably forgot to get a quick drink before bed.

Putting your glass down on the counter, deciding that you'd clean it up later once the sun had come up, you quietly crept back to Tachihara's room where you both resided when you visited. When you cracked the door open, you were surprised to see him sitting up in bed, his eyes open and on you.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked, stifling a yawn.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Uh, I just got thirsty is all," you answered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Why're you awake, Michizou?"

"I dunno. I guess I noticed that you weren't in bed and it woke me up?" He stretched his arms above his head and accompanied it with a strange but amusing noise. You did your best not to grin at him.

"...I don't think that's something that can happen."

"Well, I'm used to you laying next to me! When I wake up and you've disappeared, for all I know you've been kidnapped or something." Tachihara shrugged. "I just got a little worried."

"That's sweet of you, but I'm fine." You gave him a quick smile, before crawling back into bed. "We should get back to sleep."

"Are you okay? You're actin' kinda...off. Something wrong?"

"No, no. Everything's fine." You tucked yourself under the sheets and turned away from the redhead.

"You don't sound so sure," Tachihara frowned, shuffling closer to you. "I can tell something's wrong. You wanna talk about it?"

"Nothing's wrong," you insisted. You never thought you'd ever be frustrated that he knew you so well. "It's gonna be fine."

"Is it...not fine right now, then?" You supposed Tachihara wasn't going to give up any time soon. For a guy who acted so much like a textbook gangster, he was awfully empathetic. You let out a sigh and rolled over to face him.

"You don't have to worry about it. It's just...a personal thing that I'm dealing with right now." Looking at Tachihara and trying to tell him that you were suffering silently because of the crush you had on him was difficult. You felt your throat going dry. "...it's just..."

"Are you alright?" He propped himself up on one elbow. You shook your head, worried that you might begin to cry.

"I wish that I could just..." Your voice cracked.

"Hey- c'mere, babe," he said softly. You suddenly burst into tears, unintentionally letting out a loud sob. Tachihara pulled you into his embrace, your head pressed against his body and tucked beneath his chin.

"I can't tell you, but I wanna tell you because I hate hiding it, but...I don't think I can," you cried into his chest. Tachihara sighed with a frown.

"You can tell me anything, you know that. I think we're past the point of mistrust, aren't we?" He cast you a smile, golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

"...yeah, I know, but I can't tell you this particular thing." You sniffed before patting him on the chest. "I'm sorry, Michizou."

"It's alright, no pressure," he reassured you quietly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"...no." Your answer was barely a dejected whisper. Tachihara remained silent for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"Hey, I might know something that could make you feel better..." the redhead slowly cupped your face with his cheek, before pressing his lips to yours. Feeling a new stream of tears flow down your cheeks, you returned the kiss and gripped his body tightly. Kissing Tachihara always made you feel better; it felt nice to pretend for a while that you two were lovers instead of simple friends with benefits.

You quickly broke the kiss to take a breath.

"Thanks, Michizou, but...that was a little out of the blue," you chuckled, caressing his face. He returned your smile.

"Sorry...I'll be honest. I offered to kiss you mostly because I wanted to." He awkwardly gave your shoulder a small pat. "Uh..."

"...you wanted to kiss me?" You repeated, confused. Although it was dark, you could practically see the flush spread across Tachihara's face.

"...yeah." You didn't know what to say, or if Tachihara was implying what you thought he was implying. "...Y/N?"

"Why would you wanna...do you want another round?"

"Wh- no. I just..." Tachihara trailed off, before huffing. You glanced up at him, puzzled. "I just got the impression that...nevermind."

"You got the impression that what?" You asked, with a small sniff. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, you've never...okay. I thought that maybe I'd be able to- okay." Tachihara seemed frustrated, and you could tell he was having a hard time putting his thoughts into sentences. You sat up to give him some space, thinking maybe that would help.

"Take your time," you said. Tachihara sat up as well, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation.

"No, that's not it. I just...I'm annoyed because I feel like I should tell you now, but I was planning to do it in a nicer way than this."

"Tell me what?"

"Ugh, this is gonna sound so dumb saying it here, but fuck it. Might as well get it over with, right?" He said. You placed a hand on his in an attempt to calm him. He seemed to appreciate it.

"Go ahead, then."

"Okay, so, I like you...romantically," Tachihara finally said. He seemed to blurt out the statement in immense relief. Your eyes widened. "But obviously I wanted to say it in a nicer way. Maybe take you out to dinner, or some fancy shit. Y'know, the kinda thing you'd be into. But I fucked up, so..."

You were silent for a moment before asking, "You like me too?"

It was all you were able to say in the moment. To find out that Tachihara shared your feelings all of the sudden...it was overwhelming. Not only that, but it was also 3am. Though your hearts were both nervously racing, you really were rather tired. You felt a wave of emotions surge through you, though you couldn't put a name to them.

"...'too'?" Tachihara whispered.

"Yeah, too. Because I feel the same way," you answered, giving his hand a squeeze. It felt as if your mouth was moving before you could control it. "Though, I...I thought you only had sex with me...well, for the sex."

"I mean, it did kinda start out that way..." Tachihara admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "But after some time I realised that I was more excited to see you than anything. I just didn't know how I was supposed to tell you, 'cause I was worried that if you didn't feel the same way then you'd wanna stop seeing me, y'know..."

"That's why I didn't say anything, either." The two of you sat still for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. The air was still a little tense, but the two of you were glad to have reached this point.

"...wow. This could have been resolved way faster if we just talked to each other, huh?"

"At least we finally got there in the end," you chuckled. "...yeah?" Tachihara grinned at you, before leaning forward and kissing you again.

"I think so, yeah."

"...good." You beamed. "Good. So...what now, then?"

"I think we should discuss it in the morning," Tachihara told you. "I'm damn exhausted."

"Yeah, same..." you let out a yawn. "I guess if we don't sleep now we'll be grumpy later. We're lucky we have tomorrow off, right?"

"...yeah," he chuckled, patting the space in between the two of you. "Come cuddle with me." You hastily obliged, letting Tachihara wrap his arms around your torso. You practically melted into his hold- it felt so warm and right. As if all along, that's where you were supposed to be.

"Hey, Michizou?" You asked, after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Mm?"

"...is it too early to tell you that I love you?"

"Ah, I don't think so."

"I love you, then." You bit your lip nervously after saying those three words. But Tachihara just breathed out, happily.

"I love you too."

this got so much sadder than i intended it to. ah well- tachihara sexy. sorry this took so long anon, for a while i was just totally stumped on how to write this. but just like these two lovebirds i got there in the end

[beifong-brainrot]

I know this is a Beifong blog, and you don't have all the answers, but...Whatever happened to Sokka, Suki, Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai? Why haven't we ever see them in ATLOK (Avatar: The Legend Of Korra)?

Sokka

Well um, Sokka's dead for sure. We know he died before tlok, Katara mentions this in the first episode. The statue commemorating him also seems to be rather recent, as it is part of the Southern Water Tribe Cultural Centre, which was built by Varrick, I think. The fandom consensus is that he died in 158 AG, at the hands of the Red Lotus while defending baby Korra. However I couldn't find any canon confirmation of this other than hints.

We know he was a Conucilman in Republic City for a while, and later in life became known as Chief of the Southern Water tribe. My personal headcanon is that Katara was Chief until Aang died. After the death of the love of her life, I imagine Katara would withdraw more and share or hand over this particular responsibility to Sokka. I have more headcanons but this is meant to be objective soo..

Suki

I've seen a lot of rumours on Suki having died young, however, I cannot find anything confirming or denying those. From what we know, she went on to lead the Kyoshi warriors, she also acted as Zuko's bodyguard.

My personal theory is that Suki eventually left the bodyguarding duties to Ty Lee and continued to travel, spreading Kyoshi's magnificanet bisexual teachings.

She appears to still be with Sokka at least up until 124 AG, so... just into her fourties if I'm doing the math right. I do find it hard to believe her and Sokka wouldn't have children, though her serving in the Fire Nation and him spending a lot of time in Republic City may explain why they hasn't settled down yet. I do have headcanons (*cough* Baatar Sr *cough*)

Aang also tell Tenzin that Suki had "skills Sokka could only dream of" so... our underrated queen stays winning.

Azula

Azula, Azula... We have no idea what happened to Azula. My hopes are that she will get her redemption in some way or another, but she is not mentioned in tlok or any other media that I've found.

So... let me dream. I've always adored the theory that Azula eventually became the Bhanti Shaman we see in tlok. Now, there are rough edges to this theory and I don't actually believe it, however it makes me happy.

There are certain surface level similarities in appearance, but seeing Azula gain enlightenment and a sense of peace in an old age means a lot to me. I could ramble about this headcanon all day. Feel free to ask me about it.

Ty Lee

We don't know much about Ty Lee other than her still being an active Kyoshi warrior in 124 AG. My assumption is that sh was a member of the organisation in some form to her death/ or till tlok. If she were, I'd imagine her organising whatever Kyoshi Warriors there are in the Fire Nation. I could also see her being an aunt figure to Izumi and still acting as a defender to the Firelord in some capacity.

We have no explicit mention of her death, so she could be alive and kicking, doing backflips at the tender age of 80 something, hey I believe in her.

Mai

While Mai and Zuko did break up in the comics, I can see them getting back together later in life. She deserves to be firelady, and I think she'd be damn good at it too. Something about the girl who was always told to be quiet and obedient becoming queen makes me all guddy inside. Besides, the similarities between Michi (Mai's mom), Mai herself and Izumi are undeniable. Jawline as sharp as one of those throwing knives, goddamn.

Whew! This took more than an hour of research and typing (mainly cause I'm slow as fuck and need to check my sources every 10 secs) so I hope you enjoyed, anon! While yes, I am a Beifong blog and asks about the Beifongs, particularly Suyin's children will always make me super giddy, I enjoy all asks. Sorry for injecting my personal headcanons and biases, but I did my best to be objective!

[summertaters]

I love that little gremlin of a child!!😭 Do you have any names or thoughts about her? I love that she’s a grubby kid, just causing chaos in the house. Especially since Kacchako are pros so they face danger on the daily. A villain with a destructive quirk rampaging in the city? No problem. A kid with dirty shoes in the house and some kind of creature in her hands? Nightmare.

I can so imagine Katsuki’s mum feeling very smug, being one of those “you’ll understand when you have kids of your own” kinda mums 😂

I like to think Ochako would just take it all in stride to mess with him, like “oooo you ate a worm? Which flavour was it? Chocolate or strawberry?” Like it’s the most normal thing in the world just to work him up even more 😭

Do you have any more thoughts about what kind of parents they’d be? Would it just be the one kid or more? Have you thought about what kind of quirks they’d have? All good if not though, just curious to know your thoughts 💜

Ooo huhuhuhuhu, anon, I was anticipating this~

Hahhahha, YESS!! She'd overwhelm the two of them so easily. She'd be the kid that would catch a possum and claim it as her pet- and with how much of a neat freak Katsuki is, he'd feel like he'd always need to have the cleaning supplies ready.

I can picture Ochako buying some gummy worms the same week and playing into the whole thing, and whenever they'd have anything with noodles, call it 'worms'. lol Katsuki would pretend to be unamused each time. (He just loves his family even harder :3)

Mitsuki would be the smuggest grandma ever.

"Ohh, so you know the pain of having to deal with a brat of your own now? Ha! They only get mouthier the older they get!"

She'd also spoil them rotten. Always getting them gifts whenever she'd visit. (and she'd visit a lot lol.)

I have a text document filled with ideas for their kids and some rough sketches~

UNDER THE CUT

I haven't decided on names yet, but I've listed the ones that I've found and liked so far. Let me know which names you like for them, I need help brainstorming! xD

I LOVE fairietailed's fanfiction 'Silence' so, a lot of the ideas here were inspired by their writing.

All of these ideas/designs are subject to change...

Two kids. 1 girl, 1 boy.

First born:

Girl - Michi , Hinata , Riki , Kira , Miya , Mikki

Quirk: Precise 'Gunshot'-like explosions from the tips of her fingers. Sharpshooter.

Traits:

Loud, boisterous, confident, abrasive, protective, headstrong, brash, crass, open, sensitive, explosive, self-assured, action before thought, kind, honest to a fault, helpful, caring, adventurous, tough, blunt, rule-breaker

Personality:

She might give off an appearance of being a brash hard-head on first impression. Has a kinder, sweet side that deep down wants to help people. She gets frustrated easily, and will feel inadequate with her intelligence, when really she has a knack for quick battle strategy and calculations. She feels like her younger sibling has the brains, while she's dedicated as the brawn. Very emotionally open, that usually presents itself in loud laughter or in angry shouting.

Physical appearance:

Bright spikey blond hair that darkens to a brown when she's no longer a child. She keeps it short, reminiscent of her father. Hair texture like her father's. Maybe tattoos when she's an adult? Red fierce eyes like her father. Athletic and strong build. Rosy cheeks like her mother. Sharper facial structure like her father. Rounded nose like mother

Second born:

Boy - Akihiko , Hotaru , Hikaru , Yuno

Quirk: Gravitational implosion. When palms are placed together a powerful gravitational implosion is formed where he last touched his palms. The greater the distance of points of contact, the stronger the pull. Danger of mass destruction if not handled properly.

Traits:

Quiet, shy, sweet, helpful, caring, bookworm, studious, smart, thoughtful, judgmental, calm, sneaky, closed-off, flighty, socially awkward, kind, cautious, blunt, slightly arrogant(intelligence-wise), diligent, swotty, rigid

Personality:

Would give off the impression of a cool person. In reality, he's awfully socially inept/awkward when you actually try to converse with him, and he has strange interests that often confuse those who try to speak with him. Emotionally shut off, and hard to read. Has book smarts, but doesn't know how to apply them in the streets. He has a fear of his quirk, scared he may harm people to the point of death.

Physical appearance:

Bright blond hair that persists even through adulthood. Hair usually styled in front of his eyes, slightly poofy/spikey but not nearly as much as his older sister. Hair texture like his mother's. Brown round eyes like his mother. Wide-set shoulders/thicker build. Rounder facial structure like his mother. Pointier nose like father.

I think on a deep level, Katsuki would feel insecure about being a father. He's known for being an explosive hothead- how could he possibly be a good father?

The closer Ochako would get to going into labour the more nervous he'd get, which would then manifest as him becoming even more of a busy-body.

Cleaning the house top to bottom, baby-proofing every single thing known to man, researching everything related to parenting, forcing Ochako to rest and getting frustrated if she ever tried to do anything herself. It's to the point where he's overbearing and Ochako can't take it anymore!

She pulls him aside, and he opens up about his worries. They both have a good cry and vent their thoughts, reminding each other they're a team, and gaining comfort from sharing their anxiety.

Ochako points out all the things Katsuki does that makes him a good partner, and in turn, would make him a good father.

The second pregnancy would be smoother sailing. Katsuki and Ochako would still feel nervous, but more in a "We can barely handle one, how are we gonna handle two?!"

I feel like the type of parents Katsuki and Ochako would be is complementary. Say, if Ochako was overwhelmed with the kids, Katsuki would enforce discipline, and vice versa. Taking turns appropriately when the other needs a break. Kinda like a 'tag in - tag out' system, haha.

There would definitely be times where they both would encourage mischievousness with their own children. Playing off jokes or pranks they'd pull to get a rise out of each other. A fun atmosphere.

I like the idea of Ochako still being a penny-pincher even as a pro-hero. That'd cause conflict sometimes, as Katsuki might find it hard to understand the frugal mindset.

I feel like the daughter would go to Ochako more when she needs comfort, as her strong personality would sometimes clash with Katsuki's. While the son would go to Katsuki, as he would appreciate his complete bluntness and sometimes pessimistic outlook.

Thanks for inquiring, anon!~ If ya made it this far, thanks for reading my ramblings!!

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Hello! I hope you are doing well!

Firstly,I wanted to praise your writing: It's so good omg 😭😭 You're feeding me fr

Secondly,I'd like to request platonic headcanons for Percy,Jack (I think you write for him?),Leo,Bane,Michiko and Nightmare/Orpheus (Feel free to remove any if that's too much for you!) with a child!reader who's like a very hyper jumping spider,able to climb on walls,jump really far and high,and who's just a very energetic child,running around and stuff? (Perhaps even have multiple arms?)

(this is my very first ask on any blog,so I'm sorry if I said or did something wrong with my ask!! 😭)

Have a very nice day,and stay proud!!!

HELLO!!! first of all, thank YOU for your support fr im giggling and kicking my feet rn😖💞

i decided to cut down your picks a liiiiittle bit so it's easier to handle - i've chosen jack, michiko, percy and leo ! otherwise very good character choices, they deserve sm more love than they actually get 🤧 so i picked out those that seemed the least popular to me or for which i haven't really written yet!!

jack, michiko, percy and leo with a hyper child reader hcs🎩🌸🧟‍♂️☄️

jack the ripper🎩

he's not the type to scold you! after all, his duty isn't oriented around kids, so he's way more relaxed and not strict at all

^which gets him a lot of complaints from michiko and the hunters whose duties ARE oriented around kids, as they consider him to be too carefree

you, of course, do not mind

chuckles and hums as he watches you jump from wall to wall, with only an occassional "watch where you're goin' , kid!"

literally the type to watch you set the manor on fire and just shake his head like "kids these days smh"

when (or better, if) you crash after your burst of energy, he's here to put you on his shoulders and carry you

michiko🌸

michi is very caring and motherly, but she, obviously, has her boundaries

always worried you might seriously hurt yourself as you partake in some classic tomfoolery (read: wreaking havoc upon the mere mortals of the manor) so she always keeps a first aid kit around

also keeps snacks and water by her side for when you get hungry/thirsty from all that jumping 😎

as much as she loves kids she CANNOT keep up with you, watching you jump for too long will give her motion sickness😭

just the mere thought of being that energetic makes her sweat

usually when she's taking care of you she just sits amidst the chaos you're causing and knits or something

percy🧟‍♂️

also not one of the hunters who takes care of kids

he spends most of his time in solace, working on his research and writing scripts

...so he's not fond of socialising in general, let alone babysitting

you might as well climb onto him like he's a tree and he wouldn't even flinch😭

as he's nonverbal (for the most part) he can't do much other than look over you and occasionally halt you from going overboard by tapping your hand or holding your shoulder

all that stems from good intentions, though. he doesn't want a child to get hurt and although it's hard for him to process emotions and empathy now, he knows that what he's doing is the right thing

leo beck☄️

has plenty of experience with kids!

even with his wounds and age he always tries his best to match your energy (even if he fails, it's the thought that counts ok ok ☹️☹️☹️☹️)

you wouldn't believe how FAST he is like damn those dad calves are getting put into use🫡 gets exhausted quite quickly but he won't give up just yet!

would 100% let you hang off of his arm !!!!

he would challenge you to races and take the loss like a champ he just wants to see you happy fr :(

some would think he goes too easy on the kids and spoils them but honestly, since he lost lisa, he wants to experience all things fatherhood and never, ever make a child upset ever again - like compensation for being a bad father in the past

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“you’re not fine, you’re trembling. let me help you, please.” Baizhu ofc. x reader or x whatever ship you feel like for him! Bonus points if he’s receiving this piece of dialogue rather than saying it 🫶

Scales of Time. Michi.

Author's note: I am not proud of this, but I wrote it so THERE. That's what matters! :) I can always write it again when my skills improve anyway.

Michi is she/they

Word count: 4100+

The market was the same as always, bustling even as the crowds were slowing down to a halt as shops started to close down. Vendors, just as always, were in a rush to pack up and head home for the day. Even the one Baizhu had just been visiting as the sign flipped to read closed the very moment he had been handed the exact amount of change.

Coins clinked against each other in his open palm as the vendor wished Baizhu a pleasant evening.

Many a passers-by echoed the sentiment as Baizhu strolled through Chihu Rock, all ranging from how good it was to see Liyue's best doctor out and about instead of being cooped up in the pharmacy to wishing he gets home safe. Many were patients Baizhu found himself smiling at and sharing their sentiments, telling them to rest well, and others were the last few straggling merchants trying to drag a customer in from the hustle and bustle Baizhu was making his way through.

Each step had the paper bag in his hand crinkling, only to sway back and forth like it hadn't just brushed against his leg. A pendulum to Changsheng's ever watching eyes as her head moved back and forth to watch it. No doubt she was already eagerly waiting to get back to Bubu pharmacy to partake in tonight's dinner he had picked up from the South Wharf.

“Patience.” Baizhu chastised.

“You say that, but I'm sure you're hungry too.”

“And I don't recall claiming otherwise.” Baizhu's fingers brushed along her head, scratching at the pearlescent scales even as Changsheng huffed in annoyance as he said: “but you need to wait a little longer.”

Even with his leisurely pace, Baizhu couldn't deny the smell was getting to him to, twisting his stomach.

“Qiqi won't even remember if we were to eat before her.”

“And Gui?” Baizhu asked.

“We could say we got caught up by some people. Or-” Changsheng's intense stare off with the bag finally ended as she looked up at the sky. Overcast clouds blocked out the sun, turning the once brilliant blue sky a dreary gray. “We were simply being cautious of the weather and decided to eat in the meantime.”

“It would be best to get indoors.” Baizhu found himself admitting as he looked up at the sky with a pinched brow.

Her other comment? Well, he could ignore that for now.

Another vendor called out to him, cutting off Changsheng from what she was about to say (no doubt another sassy retort) as they waved their hand in front of Baizhu's face. Umbrellas lined their stand, hanging from every string and piece of bamboo, keeping it together. Though, it still looked unstable as the bars kept the overhead canopy together tilted back and forth with each gentle breeze tickling his hair.

“Doctor Baizhu!” The vendor shouted even with Baizhu standing only two feet away from him. Clearly, Baizhu would have to check this man's hearing the next time he visited the pharmacy. “We're selling if you're interested? It's a buy one get one half off deal.”

Changsheng curled back into his neck from the loud voice as Baizhu shook his head. “No, I'm sure we'll make it back quite alright without one. Besides, I doubt it will rain just yet when the sky has been like this all day.”

From daybreak to now the sun hadn't peaked out once to shine light on a single soul's face. She must be shy today.

But oh, how wrong he was as Baizhu was now stuck under the red stairs lining Feiyun Slope's towering buildings. Some lanterns had already been lit, glowing a soft orange that barely rivaled the gloom of the downpour coming down.

The sounds of drumming came down endlessly as the concrete street quickly became dark and water pooled on the steps Baizhu was hiding under. With a drip, the pool spilled over and fell down onto his neck with a pitter patter.

Changsheng was busy hissing up at the puddle like it personally went out of its way to wrong her as Baizhu sighed at the predicament he found himself in.

The once bustling crowd seemed to disappear without so much a wet footprint once the rain had come down.

“You stranded us.”

“Hardly.” Baizhu breathed out, trying to keep his exasperation from creeping into his voice. “We're merely…taking a short rest. It is a rare occasion for us these days to sit and watch the day go by without having our hands busy. We are simply making up for that now, Changsheng.”

“And dinner's getting cold.”

“And we have a stove at home that could easily warm the food back up.”

She truly was in a mood today complaining about whatever she could. Usually, she would be whispering in Baizhu's ear about the latest gossip. Yesterday, it was about how Ying’er and her fling from Mondstadt were talking about their future together, including marriage. The day before that? Baizhu had been regaled with the entire situation involving Chaoxi and his two timing ways.

All Changsheng's words, of course, not his. A doctor couldn't possibly be caught gossiping about his patients, even if he found the drama entertaining.

Though it was always funny seeing Changsheng acting like an old woman desperate for her next soap opera.

Another drop of water landed on his back, startling Baizhu into standing up straight as can be as his head turned back to look at where the water was dripping down from.

Pitter patter.

“Do you think we can head back and get an umbrella?”

Baizhu replied: “I'm sure they have all been sold out by now.” Especially with how eager the vendor had been when Baizhu was passing by. Surely, they had gone out like hot cakes on a cool fall day.

“So we're stuck.” She groaned.

As soon as Baizhu hummed in confirmation, her eyes were back on the paper bag he sat down on the walk beside him. “Meaning we have no reason not to eat our orders to help pass the time?”

“Changsheng.”

With a grumble of something or another at his warning tone, Changsheng tucked herself back against his neck, settling herself in for what would likely be a long wait if the pounding of the rain was anything to go by.

The cold didn't do anything to help his aches either, slowly creeping in on his knees and elbows like bugs to stray bits of food left out in the open. Mindlessly, he rubbed at them, trying to find something to pass the time.

Pitter patter.

Baizhu was about to open his mouth, try to stir up conversation with Changsheng once again to keep him distracted from the chill in the air and the few lights dancing along the reflecting pools in the street only for his vision to be blocked by bright reds and oranges washing away the gray like the sun finally came out to say a quiet hello.

Shining her rays of warmth as poppies and dragonflies filled the sky.

They were painted on an umbrella, each brush stroke clearly done with as much love and care as the artist could manage as the wings seemed to almost come to life before his eyes that slowly dropped to meet the person holding it. And dropped a little lower as he realized the top of this stranger's head only reached his chin.

Their arm outstretched in an attempt at keeping him and Changsheng dry under their shared cover.

“You know, I may not understand Liyuean culture much, at least not yet, anyway, but I don't think getting caught in the rain is a part of it.”

There was a black painted smile on their face adorned by golden spiked piercings (ironically enough, they were snake bites), as she met his gaze.

For a moment, he was tempted to play along. To claim that: “actually, rain watching is an important tradition here. One we tend to take seriously so it ought to be honored properly,” but the way Changsheng tightened around his neck had Baizhu stopping short; forcing Baizhu to take the stranger in.

They certainly didn't look like she was from Liyue, only making her words about not being familiar with the customs here sink in like a foot in loose sand.

“Are you new to Liyue then, miss?” Baizhu asked.

“Michi. And yeah, I just got in about a…week ago? Something like that.”

Her hand smoothed out her dress, fiddling with it as she tried to wipe off nonexistent dust. It was a pale green color that had Baizhu wondering when his next visit to Chenyu Vale would be just to see the stillwater jade floating atop a pond. Ripples would alway float across the water every time a lily pad dared to move even the slightest bit sending the dragonflies flying off at the slightest disturbance, whooshing past him with little to no care even as they brushed past his cheek.

It was the image of home.

Right before the miasma started to creep in, Baizhu thought as his eyes flicked to her smile.

Pitter patter.

“Baizhu.” He offered in turn.

“Oh, I know.” They waved her hand dismissively. “You're a bit of a celebrity around these parts, or as much of one as a doctor can be….but tell me, do you have a hobby of rain watching, or are you just stuck here?”

Baizhu hummed softly, the timber causing Changsheng to peak out from her spot against his neck she had happily been curled up in. “As beneficial as watching the rain can be for relaxation, I'm afraid to admit I may have…”

“Misjudged the weather?” Michi asked.

Baizhu muttered a quiet yes as he looked back up at the umbrella she was holding above him. The painted bugs were easier to look at than the look Michi was sporting; it was far too obvious she was trying not to outright laugh at him.

“Happens to the best of us.”

With a nod, Baizhu said: “And always at the worst of times.”

“You can say that again.” Changsheng whispered in his ear as Michi took a step towards him and offered her arm out. Like she was expecting Baizhu to simply take it.

“Well, Doc, care to let me escort you out of this poor predicament you found yourself in?”

“Oh, I couldn't possibly-” Baizhu's hand moved from his elbow (the very one he had been massaging at while groaning about the cold) to Michi's arm, trying to encourage her to drop it back down to their side even as his fingers seemed to spark back to life, brushing away the cold like it never existed, as his skin touched hers. “I would hate to make you go out of your way.”

“‘Make me go out of my way’ you say? Maybe I just want to learn more about this pretty doctor I'm hearing everyone talking about.”

Changsheng chuckled in his ear as Baizhu's eyes snapped down to look at Michi as they called him pretty. He could almost hear the comments his companion had for him once the two of them were alone again; something along the lines of ‘trying not to be so obvious when he's flustered lest she need to cover for him again,’ was already playing in his head.

Baizhu's smile strained.

“That's too kind of you, really, but-”

“But?”

“I couldn't possibly bother you, miss, especially after only just meeting you. It certainly would reflect poorly-”

“Okay, we can do this whole back and forth thing for, like, ten minutes or you could just give in and let me walk you home.” Michi’s head cocked ever so slightly to the side, their brown hair tickling over her shoulders. “Unless you want to reenact a cheesy romance scene where it's raining and the two lovers are looking at each other longingly with hearts in their eyes?”

With a hand to her heart, Michi dramatically stated: “You’re not fine, you’re trembling from this pouring rain. Let me help you, please.”

“Are you always like this?” Changsheng asked, as straight to the point as ever.

“Yeah, basically.”

It took a moment for Michi to look back up at Changsheng who was happily wrapped around Baizhu's neck, the realization a snake had just talked slowly but surely settling in, only for them to mutter “this might as well happen.”

Certainly not the worst reaction he's ever seen, especially when she wasn't shrieking at him like the Traveler's little white-haired companion did.

Pitter patter.

“And if I were to turn your offer down, I suppose you will only insist once more?”

“You know it, Doc. But, I can go on about how you can't take care of Liyue if you don't let Liyue take care of you if that convinces you to play along.”

Baizhu hummed softly as he took in Michi’s tone. It was the same one he would use on stubborn patients who insisted there was no need to change their diet: completely no nonsense.

With a “no, that won't be necessary” Baizhu acquiesced. Moving out from the shelter he had no choice but to run to when the rain had started Baizhu ducked under her umbrella, leaving the red stairs and the drops of water constantly adding to the chill running down his back behind.

“Oh, and-” Reaching down, Michi grabbed his bag (and almost hit his face in the process). “Best not to forget this, yeah? Now come along.”

Michi didn't even give Baizhu the chance to take the bag from her as they walked, quickly holding it out of the reach of his outstretched hand.

“You said you only arrived in Liyue Harbor a week ago, then?” Baizhu asked as they strolled through the street, each step met with the soft splash of water that threatened to soak through his shoes.

In turn, her heels clicked against the pavement.

“Yeah, just set up my own stall and all that jazz.” Michi adjusted the umbrella in her grip, raising it a little higher so Baizhu didn't have to duck to fit under it with her. “Though, that's all a little boring in comparison to your talking snake there.”

“It's Changsheng.” The very same talking snake snapped.

“Cool. So, are you like a sock puppet brought to life by a wandering blue fairy with a stick that has a star attached to it? And this next question is totally unrelated, but does your nose grow when you lie?”

Baizhu held back his sigh as Changsheng huffed out a remark.

Puddles filled the street, pointing out every crack and divet that had been ignored in favor of putting the funds for proper care elsewhere. Funneled away while he was left occasionally seeing a child or two tripping over them time and time again even as their parents scolded them for not being cautious of their surroundings. In the end, they would usually be brought by the pharmacy for a quick clean up of their scraped hands and knees before being sent on their merry way.

The little kids would usually turn back once they reached the end of the staircase they were climbing down with a wave and a quick shout of "thank you, Doctor Bai!”

Baizhu's eyes dropped to another crack in the street, one he would have to personally put an order in for it to be addressed as he listened to the two going back and forth. They had been bickering the entire way up to Bubu Pharmacy, having no issue going back and forth making retort after retort that had Baizhu trying to stifle his laughter.

Michi’s comments of how Changsheng was a glorified necklace only stopped when the three of them were under Bubu’s roof standing all together as they were once again shielded from the rain.

Gui smiled at him from behind the counter.

Knowing him, Baizhu would have to explain how he got caught up in the rain only to be saved by a Good Samaritan when they close up the shop.

“Home sweet home.” Changsheng mused as she waved at Gui using the tip of her tail, wagging it back and forth.

“Indeed. It hardly suits either of us to be out here when it's so damp.” Scratching under Changsheng's chin, Baizhu looked over at Michi, placing his bag down on the wooden table in the pharmacy. Her heels left footprints along the floor leading up to where she was as Michi plopped it down. Rather unceremoniously to boot.

“Alright, Doc, it seems your trip has been completed. You even got home all safe and sound.” Michi said in a sing-song voice.

She passed by him quickly, moving back to the patio, shoes already threatening to meet the stairs as Baizhu spoke up.

“I truly must thank you. If it weren't for you, Changsheng and I surely would have been waiting under those stairs until the rain had finally stopped.”

“It's no sweat, really."

Changsheng whispered in Baizhu's ear, telling him how Michi had mumbled “just be sure to give me a five-star rating” under her breath. It certainly proved handy in more ways than one to always have her wrapped around his neck.

“Would you like to stay until the weather clears? I can put on a kettle and make you a cup of tea. It's the least I can do.”

Their heel fell back on the patio as Michi turned around to look at him, umbrella still in hand even as they stood under the beams supporting the green tiled roof of Bubu. Spinning it in her hold, he could see the poppies and dragonflies. A carousel in her hold. Round and round.

Though Baizhu could have sworn a single iridescent wing twitch, if only for a second. He pulled his glasses off, wondering if he might need a new prescription only to be met with a single drop of water sliding down the lenses.

“Chat and tea, huh? My, I might start feeling like a noble lady with such treatment.”

“I don't think a lady would be as snippy as you, miss.”

Michi shrugged, seemingly perfectly unbothered by his jest. “Maybe not in front of a gentleman like you, no, but who are we to say?”

Changsheng shifted against his neck, freeing herself from the cover of his hair to stick her head out towards Michi. Tongue flicking out. “And you need a towel.”

Sliding his glasses back on Baizhu, he could feel the crystal he had hanging off of them brush against his face as he looked back up at Michi. Their left shoulder was clearly sopping wet, her sleeve a hue deeper than the distinct green she wore.

Had she-

“A little water won't kill me.” Michi stated.

“This thing called hypothermia says otherwise.” Changsheng retorted.

“Hypo what now?” At both their looks, Michi added: “I was joking.”

Baizhu looked back at Gui, a silent look shared between the two. That was all it took for him to start moving to get up and grab a towel from the back even as Michi was rolling her eyes at the sight of the fluffy white material.

“I see the pretty doctor prefers it when people respect his wishes.”

She snatched the towel from Gui’s hand, almost startling the man as he took a step back from them. With a quick “you're welcome” at her thank you he was already back in Bubu ruffling through their takeout.

Baizhu could just barely hear Gui say “Oh good, it's still warm,” as he took out the containers and placed them along the table. Honey sesame chicken for Gui, egg drop soup for Baizhu, some cut up meat for Changsheng, and almond tofu for Qiqi. All aligned perfectly.

Odd, for how long he was out there, Baizhu could have sworn the food would have gone cold by now.

“It is my duty to make sure every patient that climbs up those stairs-” the very ones that had him taking a break just to sit down and recover from the strain they put on his body every time Baizhu climbed up them- “is well taken care of. That includes you.”

Michi looked up at him for a moment, only to wink and teasingly add in: “Aren't you charming?”

Baizhu's fingers tapped against his thigh as Michi once again brushed his concern off like it was nothing.

“Michi-” He tried to scold.

“And I have somewhere to be.”

She had an awfully bad habit of cutting him off. Not even Changsheng, with her need to always flex her sharp wit, would jump at every opportunity to stop Baizhu short.

He was about to say something else when Changsheng chimed in. “And what could be so important you have to handle it now?”

“Like I said, I have a shop to attend to, I just moved in so there's plenty of boxes to unpack, and I need to figure out the layout of this city because I can't handle asking that one kid with blue hair and a cheeky smile where I am again.”

Changsheng and Baizhu shared a glance as they both came to the same conclusion about who Michi was talking about.

“Then,” Baizhu said, “at least know the pharmacy is always open to all patients. Even shop owners with a bad habit of letting their tongue fly too freely.”

“Oh, you've been paying attention to my tongue now?”

As they spoke, Michi laid the towel, now slightly damp, over the wooden railing lining the platform Bubu pharmacy had been erected on.

“Kidding. I'm just kidding.” Michi laughed at Baizhu's wide eyes.

“Right…Right…” Baizhu whispered to himself. “I knew that, miss.”

Ignoring Changsheng's ‘sure you did,’ Baizhu looked back at Gui, now accompanied by a purple hat just barely peeking over the table (no doubt it was Qiqi) settling down for dinner.

Baizhu couldn't help the smile on his face at the sight, especially when he already knew Changsheng was aching to join those two and partake in dinner herself.

“Surely waiting for the rain to stop wouldn't hinder you?”

Turning back to Michi, Baizhu was stopped short at the sight of wet prints on the ground right where they had been standing, the towel she had been given before still hanging off the railing, and a dull orange glow out of the corner of his eye. Just like the lanterns that had been lining the street. Barely standing out against the bleak weather, but eye-catching nonetheless.

Looking down Michi had already descended the stairs, standing in the middle of the square like she belonged there with an umbrella held high in the air as rain came down hitting it with a pitter patter before sliding along and falling to the ground.

A pyro vision just barely flashed, swaying back and forth as it hung from a golden thread before poppies and dragonflies blocked it out of his sight again as Michi turned around to offer him a wave goodbye.

Baizhu was waving her goodbye before he could even think about it, half expecting her to call out a thank you despite knowing there was no need to.

With that, he turned back to the two waiting at the table and slid in beside them, already helping plate Qiqi's food.

“There's no need to hide anymore.” Michi scolded as she walked away.

That seemed to be enough to draw her little friend's attention as it whizzed around her, flying like a spark after the loud bang of a firework went off as a dragonfly covered in flames landed on her shoulder.

It didn't even sting as she looked down at the creature snuggled up against her, having long since gotten used to the heat it emitted. Wide eyes seemed to see all, even as smoke clogged its vision.

No longer were the sound of fluttering wings, only the click of her shoes and the endless drumming of the sky. Perhaps the gods were crying somewhere. Weeping.

Filling each crack and divet with their tears that splashed at her ankles as she stepped into a puddle.

Finally, her breathing slowed down, heart settling, and her fidgeting stopped as the umbrella lay still in the palm of her hand.

“What was I supposed to do?” Michi asked the dragonfly, a huff of annoyance in her voice. “Leave him there when that pretty boy looked like a wet cat stuck in a cardboard box? Honestly, it was absolutely pathetic.”

But he smiled at her nonetheless, took her arm, and-

Scoffing at herself, Michi's heel hit the pavement with a heavy click, throwing the thought of the doctor out of her mind with it.

“Come now, we can't afford to be distracted.”

[iovetecchou]

pairings… Tachihara Michizou x Reader

contains… smut! making out, food play (whipped cream), nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, fluff! teasing, slight dirty talk, consent! praise.

AFAB Reader.

2,186 words.

He was a half hour late. Your candles were burning out and the dinner you made began to grow cold. You were wearing your favorite dress, even put on a full face of makeup, and everything. You sighed as you held your face in your hands, swinging your legs from underneath the table in frustration. There’s no way Tachihara would have forgotten… right? I mean, it was Valentine’s day after all. You two had been planning this evening for about a week now.

And just as you began to lose all hope, the door flung open. “Babe- I’m so sorry, I got stuck in traffic. Here, I picked these up for you on the way over. These are your favorite, yeah?” Tachihara hurriedly approached where you were seated at the dining room table. He had on a sleek black blazer, with a white dress shirt underneath. It wasn’t fully buttoned up, exposing his toned chest slightly as he knelt down in front of you. He was holding the largest bouquet you’ve ever seen in your whole entire life. It was overflowing out of his hands, and he was correct. These were your favorite flowers.

He was slightly out of breath cheeks dusted a pretty pink. You could tell he must have jogged all the way up the apartment stairs in a hurry to get to you faster. You couldn’t help but smile down at him, he did all of this for you? You felt silly for even doubting him for a single second. “These are lovely, Michi thank you so much for getting these for me!” You exclaimed, grabbing the flowers out of his one hand, as your other hand snaked its way up to his face. He still had his 'disguise' on, he must have forgotten about it when he got off duty.

You swiftly ripped the bandage off of the bridge of his nose. “Oi- babe! You gotta stop doin’ that.” He winced out, as he brought his newly freed hand up to grasp your waist from where you were sitting. You couldn’t control the giggle that slipped past your lips. “I’m sorry honey, your face is just priceless every time I do that!” He couldn’t help but ease up at your soft laughter. He missed you so bad today, and he felt awful for being late. But he was here now, and Tachihara was determined to make it up to you.

His gaze raked over your form. You were wearing his favorite dress of yours, and your hair was pulled up elegantly. Exposing your supple throat and prominent collarbones to his hungry gaze. Your eyes followed his own, you knew exactly what he was thinking and it caused a wide grin to spread across your features. “Babe… why don’t we enjoy dinner later? I think I want to have my dessert first.” He smirked up at you from where he was still kneeling below you. “Michi! Really?! Ah… you’re lucky I love you so much, you know. I spent hours on this meal!” It was his turn to chuckle. He rose to his feet, bringing his other hand down to grasp your waist as well.

He slowly pulled you up from your seat so you were flush against his chest. “And I appreciate that greatly babe, I promise, we’ll come back and feast later! Just… let me make it up to you now, yeah?” You flushed at his words as you gazed up at him from where your chest was pressed up against his sternum. “Okay, honey… but you better eat your fill and then some! You hear me?!” You were only joking with him, and he knew that. He couldn’t help but crack up a bit further at your playful tone. He quickly scooped you up into his arms. Carrying you bridal style towards your shared bedroom. “Yeah, yeah…”

He quipped out, smirking down at you as he hooked the door open with his foot. Slamming it shut in the same motion as he made quick strides to the bed. He placed you down gently, slowly taking the bouquet of flowers out of your hands. “I’ll be right back babe, you better be ready by the time I get back!” He exclaimed, leaning down to place a quick kiss on your lips before he turned on his heel. You giggled lightheartedly as you started to strip out of your pretty dress. Making sure to leave on the delicate lingerie that was hiding underneath.

As Tachihara came back into view, you noticed he had a can of whipped cream in his hand. “Uh… Michi? What’s that for?” You questioned, tilting your head at him slightly as he took in the sight before him. You were wearing a sheer babydoll slip, in his favorite shade. Leaving very little to his imagination. He felt his cock twitch to life beneath his slacks at the sight. “I told you I was going to enjoy my dessert first, yeah? Well, every dessert needs to be topped with whipped cream… and fuck baby… you look so tasty in that little number. You did all this for me?”

You flushed deeper at his words. Smiling up at him coyly as you scooted further back against the bed. “It’s always for you, Michi.” You whispered out, slowly spreading your legs for him. His gaze darted down between your parted thighs, and fuck. You weren’t wearing anything underneath. Leaving your bare pussy on full display for him. He slowly crawled himself up the bed, and over your frame. He crept his way up your body until his face was hovering over your chest. “Fuck babe… you’re so sexy. How’d I get so lucky?” He was smirking against your sensitive flesh as he snaked his hands up to pull your straps down. Exposing your breasts to his needy touch.

He raised above you slightly, hovering over frame as he shook the can from within his grasp. He held the nozzle over your hard nipple, squeezing out some of the contents onto your sensitive nub. You gasped out at the feeling, having no time to recover before Tachihara’s tongue was lapping at your nipple. He swirled his tongue around your sensitive flesh so skillfully. Causing you to whine out from where you lay underneath him. You brought your hands up to grasp his hair. Pulling at his messy locks harshly as he moved over to your other nipple. Letting more cream decorate your sensitive nub as he dove in once more. Giving you the same treatment that he just graciously gave on your other breast.

“Fuck Michi… feels so good…” You whined out, tugging on his amber locks further as he continued to suckle your nipple until no cream remained. He pulled back slightly, leaning up to capture your lips. You happily reciprocated. Tilting his head with the grip you still had in his hair for better access. He groaned into the kiss, swiping his sticky tongue over your lips. You opened your mouth for him, darting your tongue out to meet his. You could taste the lingering sugar on his tongue as you both fought for dominance. He pulled back after a moment, and a smirk crept its way over his features. “Fuck, babe… you get me so worked up. I need to be inside you, now.”

Your mind was fuzzy now from all the pleasure he continued to grant you. You watched him intently as he crept his way down your frame. He began removing his blazer, followed by his white button-up. All you could do was hungrily watch as he removed his last article of clothing. Tachihara's cock sprung free as he shimmied himself out of his boxers. You couldn’t help but clench around nothing at the sight, your arousal pooling at your core as you anticipated him fucking you. “Michi… I can't wait any longer, please… fuck me!” You exclaimed, causing your boyfriend to laugh from where he knelt between your parted thighs. He seized the base of his cock as he lined himself up to your entrance. “Well, who am I to deny my baby when they ask me so sweetly like that?”

He slowly pushed his cock past the tight ring of your pussy. Plunging into you inch by inch as you writhed underneath him. You brought your hands up to cup his face, toying with his studded earrings as he buried his length to the base inside of you. “Ah… fuck babe, you’re squeezin’ me so tight.” Tachihara groaned out from where his frame towered over you. He craned his neck down further, bringing his face mere centimeters apart from your own. “Michi… feels so full…” You babbled out, already cock drunk from the small bit of friction he was granting you. Tachihara grinned down at you, showing off his gorgeous pearly whites as he began thrusting into your tight wet heat.

“Fuck, babe… it’s like this pussy was made for me.” He grunted out, slamming his hips into you faster. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you continued to grip his cock like a vise. “Michi… you’re gonna make me cum…!” You whined out, still playing with his pierced ears as your gaze trailed all over his blissed-out expression. Tachihara had his lip stuck between his teeth now, eyebrows scrunched up in concentration as he squeezed his lids shut. You pulled his face closer toward your own as Tachihara snaked his hand between your bodies. His thumb found its way to your clit, and he began circling over it fiercely. His thrusts not even wavering for a second.

“Shit… I’m getting close babe- be a good girl and cum all over my dick, yeah?” He grunted out, breath fanning over your face as you let out another high-pitched whine. His pace was unrelenting as he thumbed over your sensitive bud so swiftly. The tip of his cock was prodding at your sweet spot so deliciously. Making you see stars as the coil within you finally snapped. “Michizou… m’ cumming-!” And with one last upward thrust, you were gushing all over his cock. Your pussy gripped him wickedly as you continued to shake from your orgasm. Tachihara pulled his thumb away from your throbbing clit, snaking his hand back up between your bodies. He was cupping your own face gently now. Tachihara’s other hand still supported his body with the grip he had on the bed sheets beside your head. His hips continued to jackhammer into you.

“Fuck- babe… cumming… s-shit I’m cumming-.” He moaned out, sloppily drilling his cock inside your spent cunt a few more times before his hips stilled. Your eyes rolled back into your skull at the feeling of your boyfriend emptying his load inside of you. There was so much cum, you felt it seep out of your hole as Tachihara continued to pulse from inside of you. “Ah… fuck baby that felt so good.” He groaned out. Bringing just lips down to capture your own once more tonight. You lazily kissed him back, suddenly feeling drowsy from your intense release. He freed your lips a moment later, slyly smirking down at your fucked out face. “Aww, babe… you look so sleepy right now. It’s cute.” He cooed out, slowly pulling his now softening cock out of your sore pussy.

“Michi… come lay with me…” You babbled out, making grabby hands towards him as he towered over your frame now from where he knelt between your thighs. He couldn’t help but laugh at your cute actions, happily obliging as he dropped down beside you. Pulling you in towards his frame as he covered the both of you with a plush throw blanket that was discarded on the other side of the bed. “You’re so cute, babe. I think I need to fuck you stupid more often.” He quipped out, with a shit-eating grin on his face. You brought your hand up to slap his chest playfully. “Hey! You still need to eat the dinner that I so graciously made for you!” You exclaimed from where you lay beside him.

He squeezed your hip letting out a short sigh as he tilted his head down in your direction. “Shh… after this nap babe… just close your eyes…” He whispered out. Bringing his free hand up to caress your cheek lovingly as he gazed down at your sleepy face. “Okay… fine, Michi…” You whispered out in between yawns. He couldn’t help the warm smile that etched into his features as he watched you slowly drift asleep. Still thumbing over your cheek gently. “Oh and Michi? Happy Valentine’s Day…” You whispered out before you snuggled into his frame further. His heart fluttered as he hugged you tight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n.”

dedicated to the lovely @lovingbsd happy valentines day! i hope your day is as wonderful as you are <3

[auniverseforgotten]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Tagged by: tagged by the WOLF @crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer

My word: heart

Wolfie gave me heart and so. I choose violence <3 I'm hopping around my WIPs for this since I have minimum 50 I am sure. Title is gonna be listed after the letter but the excerpts start with the first letter!

H - Now Cope [WIP title], Fate/Grand Order

He doesn't even have time to react to the frightening heat of Diarmuid's skin- his friend lashes out the second he touches his side, nearly catching Fionn across the face with a frantic punch before he manages to catch his wrists. He's far too weak. “Diarmuid, mo chara, you're safe,” he murmurs, holding his wrists tighter as he weakly tries to buck him off, “sweetheart, darlin’ it's me, it's Fionn. Look at me, mo cuishle, you're safe, it's me.” Diarmuid stops his thrashing, panting and shaking as he stares at him; his eyes are wild and fever-bright, so hazy and unfocused that Fionn wonders when he was last fully lucid. From the intense heat of his skin, it can't have been recently. The thought has him clenching his jaw, forcing back anger to focus on the problem at hand- heal Diarmuid now, break both of their contracts later if he must.

E - The Immutable Truth, Fate/Grand Order

Every nerve it has sings and burns with pain. It’s existence…is that of pain. It doesn’t exist. It does, it doesn’t, it does, it doesn't. If it still exists, it exists solely for pain. It is more dead than alive. A corpse that has not yet realized its death. And yet…and yet…There is. Something. Someone. It cannot bear to pain. Someone…it must protect. The cistern is full of blood and bile, poison and rot, hate and death. It would know; enough of it went into creating it. The liquid is a weapon. A living curse, created by a once living weapon. It is nothing, now, nothing but abandoned by God and forgotten by death. But that blood and black…that curse-filled draught…it cannot. It will not. It twitches the appendages it thinks it once had. Nothing responds, nothing but the barest pool of rage, locked into the depths of its mind. A roaring, biting creature to the end. Steel and fire, blood and magic, hatred and death. It reaches forward. The rage reaches back.

A - Tristan is Unwell [WIP title], Fate/Grand Order

A spear runs him through, air and sound punched out of his lungs with a spray of blood. Tristan grabs onto the shaft and holds tight as the lancer before him tries to twist and tear it free, tries to leave him bleeding out on the ground. Bad enough that he was caught unawares, Mordred will never let him live it down if he bleeds out before help can reach him. If anyone reaches him because Tristan can't find his voice as he chokes on blood and swallows down pain; the battle is fierce and enormous, there are plenty of archers to provide cover without ever alerting anyone that he's gotten himself into trouble.

R - O Fortuna (michi quoque niteris), Fate/Grand Order

“Rest? Recovery? What need would I have for that, Salieri? I am Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.” Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is not allowed to rest, to be weak, to be human. He is the composer of composers, eternal, everlasting, blessed by God and envied by many. Weakness in one such as himself is an unforgivable sin. Salieri's lips thin into a frustrated line. “And Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is the man who played himself into his grave.”

T - A Liar's Game: I Will Love You All My Life, Irish Mythos/Fate/Grand Order

The night they return to find Sadhbh gone is the worst night Diarmuid has had since they met her. His throat is bloody and torn but he keeps it to himself, keeps out of Fionn's sight and mind. It's his fault, after all, that she has been lost. Diarmuid was her bodyguard, her friend, the person meant to keep her safe, and he failed her. He failed them both. The next flower that works its way free is vicious and vindictive, a zinnia so large that it nearly chokes him before it drops to the floor below. He welcomes the pain it brings. Diarmuid coughs up blood soaked alium and veronicas sparsely intermixed with heather and daisies throughout the night, the first new flowers to leave his lungs. It leaves him raw and aching, trembling as the morning sun rises; he stands and scoops up the entire bloodied mess, hurling it into the fire without a second glance. Someone has to speak to Fionn. It has to be him. No one else will dare.

THANK U FOR THE TAG WOLFIE THIS WAS FUN UWU

SInce this is our new Occasional back and forth tag game, I'm gonna give you a longer word so you can add to it as you wish uwu @crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer

Your word: friendship

I feel bad inflicting things on anyone else but if you want to you should do it too!!

[bihanspookies]

How Do You Lose A Rat!?

In which Alora is sent away on a mission to Outworld and has to leave her beloved pet in the hands of Alex Demir. All is well at first until it’s not.

Alex: @chadillacboseman

Kate: @thesingularityseries

“—only eats the trees of broccoli, not the stems. He hates those. He also needs at least three hours of out time, you can leave him in my room if you want but just check in on him. Or you can have him in the greenhouse but he cannot be left unsupervised, he will eat whatever he can get his grubby paws on. Also—“

Alora was preparing to go on a mission to Outworld that would take a week, the longest she had ever been away from her precious Michi. Usually she’d leave the cage open in her room and let him scurry about, the little rodent trained to know where his home and food were, but since this was longer than the usual 2-3 days she needed to entrust her sweet pet into someone’s hands.

Someone being that trigger happy Alex Demir.

She had written down a list of do’s and don’ts for him, fruits and veggies that were safe/okay in moderation, as well as even taking the ‘extra step’ to mark where everything was in her room for an easier find: Michi’s mulch, food, toys to switch out etc. She was paranoid and stressed to say the least but she was doing a good job of hiding it.

“Don’t forget you have to let him run into your hand if you want to pick him up and if you do pick him up yourself let him know you’re about to because he will bite if he’s startled.”

She was repeating everything that was on the list, the list that she made Alex go over at least 10 times in front of her a few days ago.

“Bananas are 50/50 with him so it’s up to your discretion if you want to feed him those. Sometimes his stomach can handle them, sometimes he’ll like jettison mierda como un bebe.”

Her toned arms were folded over her chest, blue grey eyes sparkling with the love she has for Michi while her voice stayed monotone.

“If he hasn't moved from a certain spot in 30 minutes, he’s just relaxing because he zoomed too much and— Alex are you listening to me?”

Her voice abruptly turns sharp, eyebrows knitting together and her arms dropping from their position. She looks right into his eyes and gives a small wave of her hand.

“Alex.”

“Yes, savaşçı. I’m listening. I promise.” He gives her that smile, the one that somehow manages to calm her nerves just a sliver.

Alora runs her tongue over her teeth, giving a light suck before breaking eye contact and looking away. She glances over at Michi’s cage, the plump white rat happily chewing on some strawberry while in his little bed. Alex notices the faintest twitch on the corner of her lips, his own upturning when he sees just how much his friend really cares for that rat.

“He’ll be fine, Alora, I swear. You’ve seen how I am with C4!” The mention of his orange tabby had her shooting her gaze back to him, almost as if she was rethinking her choice on letting him babysit Michi.

She could trust Alex, sure. But his cat? She swears that tabby could smell Michi all the way from his room, plotting a plan to get him into his claws.

She lets out a heavy huff, her hand that was holding her go bag shaking as she twists her wrist back and forth. She looks at Alex, then Michi, then back at Alex.

He’d never seen her look so anxious before, her tells slowly becoming more apparent and clear to the Turkish man. It was an odd sight to say the least, the fighter usually calm and composed. He’d seen her take down three men all by herself for goodness sake so it was quite the turnaround to see her so… stressed.

She nods, inhaling deep through her nose before letting it out.

“Okay.”

It was easy in the beginning, Alex would wake up and take care of C4 before going to check on Michi. He’d change his food, let him out of his cage if he didn’t have anything to do later and play with him. He’d take him to the greenhouse in his cage and let the rat run around for a good bit before scooping him up and taking him back to Alora’s room where he’d usually rest for the remainder of the day.

Kate would sometimes stop by and play with Michi, scratching his tiny head and cooing softly at him. Michi took a liking to the half celestial sweetheart, happily accepting her affection and nuzzling into her warm palms.

Kabal once attempted to pet him on the head and received a swift bite on his fingertip, the speedster yanking his hand back and calling Michi a plague before stalking away to take care of his injury. Kate and Alex could hear him grumbling curses under his breath, suppressing their snickers as they turned their attention back to Michi.

It was the day Alora was returning, Alex having received a message from her that she’d be back in a few hours. Alex had let Michi loose in her room about an hour prior, heading towards there right now to check on him. The demolition expert opened her bedroom door, a smile bright on his face.

“Michi! Little sıçan! Your amca is here!”

Alex scanned her room, searching for the white rodent. He looked under Alora’s bed, in her closet, through her drawers (he closed his eyes when going through her undergarments and just felt with his hand) and in Michi’s cage.

Alex placed his hands on his hips, fingertips drumming in a rhythm as he nodded slowly to himself and hummed.

He heard footsteps approaching from behind and he turned around to see Kate standing there, hand pressed on the doorframe.

“Alex? What’s wrong?”

Alex puts his fist to his lips and clears his throat, looking at Kate with a strained smile.

“I lost Michi.”

———————

mierda como un bebe: shit like a baby

savaşçı: warrior/fighter

sıçan: rat

amca: uncle

[kankuroplease]

We already have neji and mugen headcanons, can we have neji's hc with the twins??

Neji isn’t as relaxed about their arrival as he was with Mugen’s because it just seems riskier having twins

And Tenten was recommended to get a cesarian by her doctor. underneath his calm demeanor he’d be greatly worried

Really only able to calm down a bit once Tenten is all stitched up and her and the twins are in a room all cleared

He’d have the silly concern of holding one first over the other (he doesn’t want to play favorites)

But eventually decide it’s fine as long as he holds them both the same amount of time

So weak for his girls, every little coo is them trying to communicate and he’s trying to understand them

He’s very happy he’s not a first time dad with twins as he now knows how to change a diaper, avoid sun rashes, and some tricks on how to soothe a teething baby

Makes stops to buy them matching baby clothes if any catch his eye because the women get a kick out of it/enjoy them matching Mugen. even if he’s supposed to be at a meeting. If they ask why he’s late, I’ll say traffic

He gets worried when Tenten takes them to her auto shop because it’s dangerous in his opinion

Legitimately not ready for when they start walking. Like wait, they were just born 🥲

Gets even more worried when she lets them run outside barefoot like their brother at this point he’s just convinced that they’re just trying to have unruly children

If they want to have a tea party, his men better set down and act like that invisible tea is the best tea they’ve ever had

Once they get older, he’s not sure wtf to do because these girls are a combination of all four women in his life and it’s a lot

One twin has Hinata and Tenten’s strong wills and determination. He knows to buy her gadgets and to stocks, because that’s about the only two things that will interest her and she can learn a trade and to trade

The other is everything frills like Michi and mischievous like Hanabi. She’s much easier to please as she just wants daddy daughter dates and his card to shop for pretty things.

They both do figure skating, so he’s ended up at ice rinks more than someone in his position normally would

Would request that they record the performances he can’t make

Still melts when they hug him or tell him he’s “cool”

[cryopathiic-a]

"Are you jealous? It's most unbecoming."

mean prompt :c || accepting

It's a breezy night out in the teahouse. Their usual meeting place has been getting all the more hostile with the coming winter; a chill that only seems to fade when their skin meets; and then felt tenfold once they part. The initial excitement has worn off; the thrill of a shared secret twisted into paranoia for the eldest of the two.

Dōma toys idly with the beads in his grip as the sentence falls flat between them. His lips chewed on his words as he looked off to the side with a small hum. Michikatsu was already getting up, dressed, ready to disappear before the sun was up. And those moments always brought back that sense of emptiness. A distinct feeling; it was not exactly one of dissatisfaction. Because even dissatisfaction contains a measure of pain and that, too, he lacked at times like these.

Sitting up ruffles the fabrics shed around him, the sheets he clutches closer to his bare chest. And he rubs his own arm as he watches his lover attach each piece of armor back on; the brief moment of intimacy felt moreso like relief for him than anything substantial. And as the young priest coils around himself to keep warm, his gaze travels down that battle-ridden back and he ponders over the distance between them. In that moment, it felt great.

❝ Mmmaybe I am a little jealous. ❞ Dōma begins, his tone sweet and playful as he averts his gaze to the floor. In spite it all, he is still trying to make something warmer out of their predicament. What has driven Michikatsu to become so cold and distant? Ever since that mark appeared on his face...

❝ I don't get to see you that often. So, for you to depart early again... Your troops get to spend more nights with you than I do. What's the harm in missing one? ❞ Unless he has taken another lover. But his mind dodges that thought for his own protection. A pause follows and Dōma sits there chewing at his own lip. Until he lets out a frustrated hum; his tone grows a little mellow, a little pleading. The sort of gentle touch that would beckon the other to turn his head around and witness his expression.

❝ Michi... would you look at me for a moment? Please. ❞

[bourgeoning]

we  are  so  glad  to  see  you  safe  ,  MINISTER  OF  FOREIGN  AFFAIRS  HUGO  VON  FERSEN  of  GERMANY  !  it's  dangerous  out  in  the  world  these  days  ,  but  i  hear  that  you  are  AFFABLE  and  VERSATILE  enough  to  handle  it.  just  don't  let  your  AUDACITY  bring  you  down  !  stay  on  your  guard,  because  with  your  secret  at  risk  for  exposure  ,  you  wouldn't  want  everyone  to  find  out  YOU WISH THE HATZFELDS WOULD LOSE THEIR ROYAL STATUS  .

BASICS .

FULL  NAME :  hugo michael von fersen .

NICKNAMES  &  ALIASES :  MICHA  (  mee - kah  )  and  MICHI  (  mee - kee  ),  both  derived  from  his  middle  name  ,  are  childhood  nicknames  of  his  .  they  aren't  however  ,  limited  to  family  ;  close  childhood  friends  he  remains  close  to  in the present employ  them  as  well  .

TITLES :  minister of foreign affairs , lord of house fersen of niedersachsen .

BIRTHDAY  &  AGE :  august 8  (  36  )  .

GENDER :  cis man  .

PRONOUNS :  he / him / his  .

ORIENTATION :  bisexual biromantic  .

STATUS :  unwed , unbetrothed  .

LANGUAGES SPOKEN : german , french , russian , english , latin .

TRAITS :  affable , versatile , audacious , charming , easy - going ,  intrepid , solicitous . chaotic neutral .

INSPIRED BY : ferdinand von aegir ( fire emblem : three houses ) , jack of all trades master of none .

HISTORY .

TL;DR : the prodigal son gradually learns responsibility , and that actions have consequences / his current loyalties might go against his morals , might be misplaced , but what is he without them ? / marriage for love shouldn't be a priority with everything going on in the world , and yet .

as the second - born , the burden of expectation on hugo's shoulders was not nearly as heavy as that of his older sibling . free to pursue whatever enraptured him as he pleased ( within reason ) , he took full advantage of this license from his parents . he bounced from one interest to another , then back , then to something else entirely . he became well -rounded , developed rudimentary skill in a number of areas , but could never seem to find a niche .

though hugo always cared deeply for his family , his primary concern was connection , something best found outside the home . rather than honing one skill to a sharp point , he was content to living out his days in gentleman's clubs or public houses , squandering family money .

one such connection , one that meant a great deal to him from the start , was with the current generation of hatzfelds . what likely began as a political play by his parents , the count and countess , blossomed into a close , genuine friendship .

it wouldn't be a stretch to say hugo coasted for much of his life . he would charm his way out of trouble , and leveraged his connection to the german crown when charisma alone wasn't enough . he never quite learned the weight of his behavior . from adolescence , he developed a reputation as a heartbreaker , a rake . even if all he ever wanted was a true love match . marriage for politics was , seemingly , the only obligation of his that hugo truly understood . the reason he set out to sabotage the arrangements his parents made for him .

it was also , perhaps , for that reason that the king offered hugo the position of minister of foreign affairs . he was a man who needed to settle , and being part of the king's cabinet might just do the trick . a new territory of court life to adapt to , hugo did not take well to being given further obligations . but he did enjoy the opportunity to communicate with germany's diplomats and ambassadors about their travels . it had always been his one regret , staying his whole life close to germany .

prior to the reckoning , he reveled in the idea of finally traveling abroad . by the end , that was no longer the case .

not that he wanted to be in germany either . as he watched his country crumble before his very eyes , saw kin betray one another . as he begged for peace as the countries of the world planned to converge once again , his age - old desire for a love match felt trivial , and yet that yearning endured .

HEADCANONS .

his personality is essentially an  18th  century  lad  . he  isn't  too  fond  of  the  idea  of  settling  down  , but also kind of is ? though in the meantime , he'll be seen in  taverns  and  gentleman's  clubs  ,  spending  time  with  friends  and making new ones .

fairly  politically - savvy  ,  having  spent  so  much  time  with  tutors  when  he  was  younger  , and  having  the  charisma  to  pretend  like  he  knows  more  than  he  actually  does  . his role as minister of foreign affairs has made him pay a bit more attention , and the attention ramps up the more severe the situation in germany becomes .

good at a lot of things , but has never excelled . he has varied hobbies , as his interests wax and wane , and is seemingly incapable of finishing a project .

his lack of discipline can , maybe , be attributed to his parents believing hugo is too wayward as he is . in a sea of talented and driven children , he's something of a lost cause .

NAME & ETYMOLOGY .

HUGO : an  old  germanic  name  descended  from  the  element  hugu  ,  "  mind  ,  thought  ,  spirit  .  "

MICHAEL : from  the  hebrew  מִיכָאֵל  (  mikha'el  )  ,  "  who  is  like  god  ?  "

( VON ) FERSEN : unknown . the fersen name first appears in historical records in the 14th century , out of pomerania .

his name is about potential . as if to say that he's always the potential to be more thoughtful , and not simply act based on his whims . something he's growing into as the rpg progresses .

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

HIS SIBLINGS : specifically his older sibling and several younger ones . hugo comes from a large family , one where everyone has something they excel at , save for hugo . he loves each of them dearly , even if his antics sometimes cause trouble for the other fersens .

HIS CURRENT INFATUATION : just a silly , goofy little connection , because i think it'd be fun for this silver - tongued man to be tripped up by a crush he doesn't even realize he has . taken by elliott bonaparte .

PAST  ENTANGLEMENTS  :  though  currently  untethered  ,  hugo  has  something  of  a  rakish  reputation  .  so  naturally  ,  he  has  some  people  he's  previously  been  involved  with  . not  likely  to  have  been  substantial  relationships  ,  as  i  imagine  him  having  perpetual  bachelor  vibes  .

FRIENDS  &  ALLIES  :  friendly  ,  outgoing  ,  and  willing  to  adapt  to  others  ,  hugo  seems  to  make  friends  wherever  he  goes  . additionally , as a foreign minister , he's started looking for political allies . open , one spot taken by oisin riordan .

ENEMIES  :  in  that  same  vein  ,  while  he  may  be  growing  something  of  a  spine  ,  he's  often still  quite  nonchalant  .  some  may  find  it  grating  .  i'd  also  love  for  him  to  have  a  political  rival  ,  maybe  someone  who  thinks  they  would  do  better  as  germany's  foreign  minister  . also !! people whose hearts he's broken .

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Do you have any fun facts or headcannons about your ocs? You have really cool characters :DDD

THANK U ...... im grabbing you forcefully and sitting u down amongst my plushies to ramble at you

misc facts under cut :-]

- i dont really have specific ethnicities for most of the jack dlc cast, but exie + her sibling, cora's little brother jr, and margo are all mixed

- nobody knows why charlie never takes off his gloves. even lillith hasnt ever seen his actual hands. if you met him past a certain point in his life you just missed the chance i guess. its entirely possible that its just because he likes being mysterious about it

- murr and his brother atticus (who ive yet to. design and show off. dont worry about that) are twins and complete opposites personality wise, atticus is a very pretentious rich guy and lives in a different state. in murrs route there would be a scene somewhere where youd be able to videocall atticus, during which you and murr just get bullied for being poor like 30 minute straight

- outis' friend, stop, has been hit by cars on multiple occasions, and it absolutely will happen again. theres a margo end im working on in which you get to hit them with a car actually

- juniper is friends with ashton, kipper, and alma. they have a band together but its only for fun :-]

- cinder lives in a little house somewhat out of the way of town that she built herself and she has a massive garden that a lot of the flowers in her shop comes from. oopsie and kipper work for her and often get to visit her place to help gather flowers for the shop

- roe collects things he considers 'timeless', such as books, trinkets, and photos. his house has a lot of these things. also he likes birds. he has a friend who owns an aviary that he visits occasionally when he gets stressed

- when roe flips his head around in the morning to keep the sand flowing, it feels similar to how popping your neck does. however, much like popping your neck, if he is not careful about how he does it he can injure himself. and it also make a horrible popping noise when he does it

- margo did have a typewriter head for a short period of time but got bored of it and had her head changed to the bell. when she gets stressed and needs grounding she shakes her head around and it makes a loud bonging noise. it was already cracked like that when she got it

- continuing head talk, the part of outis' head that is damaged is not the main part but the reciever. the part of the reciever that allows it to hook onto the main phone is broken and doesnt allow it to stay in place for more than a few seconds. he often has to hold the reciever in order to keep it from dragging on the ground and getting further damaged on things, and he has a slight bit of hearing trouble

- michy likes to experiement with all kinds of fasion, which does include more masc styles sometimes. she absolutely rocks suits and likes ones that have silly patterns on them

- juniper befriends stray cats and brings them into the apartment building often to feed them and stuff. jackson lets his friends have spare keys to his place, so theres been multiple times hes come home to her having brought 3 random strays into his place to feed them leftovers from his fridge

- charlie is very strong, however lillith is the one who does all the heavy lifting around the morgue, usually because they volunteer to do so. they dislike showing off their strength in front of others but are genuinely stronger than pretty much everyone in jack dlc. jackson is a bit stronger than they are but they could easily kick his ass because everyone could

- three townies i havent talked much about are military, gym, and dancer. theyre a polyam couple that would appear across a few different routes, mili is a security guard with military style training, gym is a personal trainer at well. the gym. but theyre named gym because they also used to be a professional gymnist, and dancer is a professional ballet dancer. mili is a butch lesbian nd is very smart and scary but shes also pretty kind and mostly keeps to herself, gym is genderfluid, pansexual, and a bit of a snarky asshat who is big on gossip, and dancer is a transwoman whos very sweet but has a short temper much to her own dismay. dancer and gym are the other two townies who appear during kara's scene at the funfair

- i havent talked abt them yet so margos gingling a chameleon for a head, coras is gonna be either a rat or some sort of reptile, and alex + bernies is a two headed jackalope

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1, 17, and 89 for both pairs :D

Hi Minty ^^ I need to find more memes of the water boy for you

Michi x Baizhu:

1. Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Michi fell first. They saw him in the rain looking like a drowned cat and could feel their heart fluttering just at the sight of him. Though she will deny that to anyone who asks, even herself.

And poor Baizhu fell harder. He's not used to people sticking around with him through it all to love him unconditionally. Even with all of Michi's secrets and lies, she has never given up on him. He can only hope that never changes.

17. Who steals whose clothes? Does the other mind?

Michi is a thick queen, and we love that for them 🙏 but because of that, she doesn't fit in Baizhu's clothes. Maybe a few loose sweaters or his accessories, but it just doesn't work. Baizhu, on the other hand? He'll happily take a shirt or two. And, yes, Michi minds. It's so hard for them to find clothing they like that fits their chest, and here he is being a THIEF!

89. Would they ever consider marriage?

This one's tricky cause Michi isn't actually from Teyvat. They have no documentation of being born, of living in Teyvat, or parents. So if they do plan to get married, it's best to have a connection in the Fatui pull a few strings for her. But I can see them going to where Baizhu had planted his tea tree in Chenyu Vale and exchanging vows in their own private ceremony.

Simone x Reca:

1. Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Reca andddddd Reca.

He slowly came to the realization he loved her during the time they were pretending to be a couple and was very open about it. Man's was doing the most in only a way Reca could. Like to a nauseating extent. But when Simone finally confessed (I have the entire scene for this already planned), Reca swore he had never loved her more than in that moment.

17. Who steals whose clothes? Does the other mind?

They're both guilty of this. Oh, Reca has a new shirt? Hers now. Simone bought a silk set of pajamas? He's putting them on. At one point, they even got their ties mixed up. Simone's crew would not let her live it down for days.

89. Would they ever consider marriage?

Yes. Reca may be using a fake name, but that doesn't change the fact that he means those vows with his entire heart, body, and soul. He's playing himself to her just like Simone is to him.