#this shit is so ass like shit from a butt awful. how embarrassing. how pathetic

[duckplate]

about to do something real stupid but who really gives a fuck

[cheelduh]

How to get Hit-listed by a Stonehide Lawachurl (High School AU!)

Part 6 of the highschool au

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s a menace to everyone when playing dodgeball. Even as his new girlfriend, you’re no exception to his affinity for raising hell during the most tranquil of circumstances.

Warnings: Swearing, bad humor, and absolutely horrid spelling mistakes.

Words: 5.3k

Note: Longest chapter yet sheeeesh 🗿

Negotiation is an art.

Childe, or "Tartaglia" has utilized the art of negotiations in his daily life. Whether that be scamming the ninth graders with fake weed, or convincing the teachers why he doesn't deserve detention for injecting random fluids from the chem department into the school's resident pet frog.

All in all, by becoming an expert in the field of negotiations, Childe is nothing if not a master, tongue silver and smooth as he takes on a new opponent.

Which is why he dutifully negotiates with you on this Monday morning in front of the History classroom, getting down on one knee and pulling out a—

"I hope to Barbatos you aren't proposing Childe," You hiss, panicked eyes landing on the velvet box he's pulling out. "Considering that we're sixteen and still in highschool."

As if remembering those meagre details, Childe gulps and shoves the box back into his pocket. "Uhhh yeah, I was just, tying my shoelaces?" It comes out as a question.

You let out a sigh of relief, overlooking how he undoes his shoe laces just to do them all over again.

The ring burns in his pocket as he gets back up.

"Why did you call me here?" You ask, hand on your hip, foot impatiently tapping. The tap tap tap isn't because of impatience though, it's because you need something to cover the nervous palpitations of your heart.

He gives you a vicious smile, sinister enough to shake the bones of anyone who's observing, opens his daring mouth to show the imaginary sharpness of his teeth. Then with the confidence of about a hundred shirtless tiktok boys, he finally demands:

"If you don't become my girlfriend, I will kill—"

"Yeah sure thing." You answer before he can finish, soft smile growing.

Childe chuckles evilly, "I knew you'd say that, but I've come prep—wait a minute." He snaps out of his villain origin phase, stumbles back a bit, then his eyebrows are furrowing in confusion. "Did you just say yes?"

You nod, cheeks flaring up. "Don't make me repeat it." Then you look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.

For a second, Childe's internal conflict following the chain of this event causes him to temporarily malfunction, and all he can do it stare at you in amazement.

It's only when you tell him to stop staring and jump off the school roof is when he snaps out of his daze, a grin festering on his face.

He lunges straight at you, giving you no time to deflect him as he wraps his bone crushing arms around you, then lands a soft smooch on your forehead.

"Let go of me you idiot!" You barely wheeze out, light headed not only because of your lungs being squeezed like oranges, but also because of the sloppy kiss he's delivered so ungracefully.

He does so reluctantly, and you're unamused, wiping the stickiness off your forehead with a sleeve as he steps back.

"Ew what the fuck?" You say, glaring at him. "What's wrong with you?"

He completely ignores you, giddy with excitement. "Ah girly, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents and eat lunch together and kiss each other during break—"

"Slow down." You tell him, as red as a tomato towards all his suggestions. "We've barely started dating."

"Oh," Childe stops momentarily, then nods in agreement. "You're right. We should start small. How about I walk you to class?"

"We're already in front of class." You nudge your head towards the classroom, and catch Zhongli and Venti peeking from the side of the door, trying not to be obvious.

You narrow your eyes at them threateningly.

Childe tugs your arm, lovingly looking you up and down. "Let's walk to class together anyways. In a circle."

A complete waste of time, yet it's impossible to say no to the face he's making.

Before you guys depart he suddenly stops, gasping loudly, remembers something important. "I have to make a quick phone call."

Childe speed dials Scaramouche, and the latter picks up annoyed, answers the phone with muffled sounds in the back. Something that sounds a bit like pleading and whimpering.

He then mutters something that forces dread into your system. "You can release the hostages."

You hear Scaramouche groan on the other end, muttering a "such a pain in my ass", but choose not to question it immediately.

As soon as the phone call is done and you're back by his side, you point at his phone questioningly. "What hostages Childe?"

He gives you a close eyed smile, taking the fifth.

"What hostages Childe?" You repeat again weakly.

—

First period goes by smoothly for the most part. Lisa, your so called best friend, once again is bought off like a corrupted politician by your new boyfriend. She sits far away from you, leaving you without any defences against the menace that dotes on you a bit too much.

Throughout class, all Childe does is score Venti's colourful pens, and then writes you annoying little love notes, using the expert origami skills he's learnt from Anthon to deliver them to you.

Despite the threat of distraction these notes pose, the corners of your lips can't help but tug upwards at his enthusiasm and attempt at poetry.

Zhongli makes sure not to ask you two any questions the entire class, leaving you to your own accord.

Lunch comes around soon enough, and your usual table of Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, and Lisa is disturbed by the torpedo that is Childe, and he brings collateral with him.

Kaeya whole-heartedly ceases the opportunity to sit near his stoic statue of a brother purely with the intention to annoy the premature crap out of him, but one look from the redhead sends the chicken-shit right back where he came from.

When Childe forcefu—lovingly feeds you the smiley fries and dinosaur nuggets his stunning mom packed him, Diluc looks just about ready to hurl.

Lisa winks at you two, Kazuha doesn't even bother looking, and Jean tries with upmost effort to keep Diluc from launching himself at the whipped fatui boy basking in your attention.

"Quit embarrassing me." You whisper-exclaim sharply, noticing how Jean passes Diluc—all green in the face, a puke bag discreetly. "Shouldn't you be doing something illegal right now? Or vaping in the stalls?"

"I quit vaping for you girlie." Childe boops your nose with his finger. "Well, at least full time. I still need a puff when I'm around Signora, to like, get rid of her awful vibes."

While it is endearing how he quit vaping for you, it doesn't lessen the need for you to bury yourself alive right here and now.

Then you sigh, pick up a Dino nuggie, and shove it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking your finger. You die inside.

"There, you happy?" The action of feeding him is so...intimate, it sets your heart aflame.

Childe's a lovesick puppy when he chews, imaginary tail wagging a hundred times a second. "Can I have a kiss too?"

Diluc slams his hands on the table and stands up, hurriedly picks up his grape juice and makes a break for it. You don't blame him.

"I'll kill you." You smack him with a napkin, blazing red. "I'll end your pathetic little life right here and now."

By the end of lunch, Lisa and Jean have to restrain you so you don't break the world record for the maximum amount of mutilations that can be done on a single body.

Fourth period is a break. A break from Childe you mean. It's expected of the school's resident bad boy aka menace to skip classes in order to skip over the bodies of his victims.

You bask in the momentary peace, until it's disrupted by a tap on the window. Reckon it's nothing, maybe a bird flew into it, because intentional taps are impossible from the third floor. Except your conviction is hindered yet again by another tap.

What a nuisance.

You finally turn to look outside the window, face down, and spot Childe waving incessantly, rocks in hand, oozing with excitement that can't be concealed and a grin that nearly takes you into cardiac arrest. Without meaning to, you send him a small smile, waving back as Baal drones on about quantum superposition.

Successful in gaining your attention, he moves aside to reveal the hefty corpse of a stonehide lawachurl with a destructive path in its wake. The ridges and bumps of its hide are enough to do a number on the road, ruining the school's playing field.

Your smile drops down into a horrified frown in the span of a few seconds.

"Wow." Albedo, your lab partner whispers from next to you, for the first time distracted in class.

"Yeah," Kaeya whistles from behind you two, one hand supporting his head. "What a gesture."

"Y/N, I'd be grateful if you could possibly obtain a black crystal horn for me from the specimen." The blonde asks, entranced by the corpse that your boyfriend is flaunting off to you with pride.

"Aren't those things endangered cutie?" Lisa makes sure to butt in, as per usual.

Yes. Your boyfriend with several issues and an affinity for chaos brought you the corpse of an endangered geo-infused creature that's five times the size of him. During school hours too, the fiend. Like a cat dragging the corpse of a dead mouse to its owner.

You groan into your hands, heart racing while the fire is coursing through your veins.

That idiot.

—

Childe is exceptional at a lot of things, like the switch and making weapons out of seemingly harmless things (e.g shiv out of a toothbrush), but what he prides in the most is physical education. With washboard abs, uber tall height, and a dickish smile to top it all, he has everything it takes to showcase his top tier athletic abilities.

He pounces at the opportunity to show off in front of you, wanting nothing more than to have you fawn over his strength. He's sure it'll be enough to have you all over him, wrapping your cute little arms around his muscled ones, passing him his water bottle and dabbing away at the sweat on his forehead. Most of all, he daydreams you planting your soft lips on his to congratulate him after a big game.

Physical education, for you, is a pain. You may be good with your brain, but games exert more energy than necessary, and coordination that lacks logic entirely. You're just here for the credit. The over-achiever part of you walks the extra mile to ensure a grade in the high nineties.

Although witnessing Childe clad in the school shorts and matching polo shirt is enough to make this worth your while, you'll die before admitting it. Especially when he gawks at you as if it's the first time you're wearing the sports uniform yourself. It has you fidgeting with your fingers and tugging your shorts down nervously.

You try not to flip him off like you usually do, especially since it's not even been twenty four hours since he's asked you out.

Mr.Zhongli blows a whistle, calling all the students over to surround him. It's odd that he teaches most of the subjects at this school, seemingly the only adult present, but no one questions it in fear of genshin logic. Moving on, he explains that you have a dodge ball game today.

Lisa groans beside you. She hates anything that requires the exertion of energy, oftentimes bringing a book to read while everyone else screams in the background.

You're relieved, mainly because Childe and Tohma are usually captains, and Childe always picks you to be on his team as a means to flex his skills. For you, it means sitting back and watching him carry your team towards a straight A.

However, all your dreams are crushed when Zhongli announces the team leaders.

"Y/N, I trust that you'll lead the blue team to the upmost of your ability. Childe, prepare to lead the opposing red team."

Your knees shake as you stare at him in disbelief. "But Sir—"

"No buts Y/N." He scolds you lightly, checking off your names on the clip board. "I'd like to witness your exceptional leadership skills."

In reality, Zhongli just wants to reenact a lovers-on-opposing sides trope, wanting to see how the two of you crack under the pressure. In a way, it is an exercise of leadership.

Instead of picking teams, Zhongli assigns teams for the both of you according to his own judgement, trying to make it as fair as possible.

Lisa pats your back after your teammates are assigned, trying to cheer you up. "It's going to be okay. You guys are dating now, so he'll go easy on you."

You look up to meet Childe's eyes from across the court. He gives you a charming smile, which turns downright barbaric as he lifts up a thumb and motions to slash his neck with it. Then he wickedly mouths "I'm going to destroy you."

You blink and turn away as fast as you can in fear. "We're fucked."

Lisa, witnessing the entire ordeal nods alongside you, doing nothing to reassure you because she herself has given up.

Suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder gripping you tightly. "Let's wipe the floor with that g*nger." The voice is ice cold, threatening enough to send a shiver down your bones.

You turn to meet Rosaria, who frowns at you. Most of the time she doesn't really put an effort in dodgeball, but she must've seen your crestfallen expression, trying to comfort you in her own detached way.

Rosaria is the other school nurse in training, alongside Barbara, but somehow her patients end up more injured, sick, or mentally defiled than before they entered the room. She also spends after hours beating up Chads in the school parking lot. Also runs a blog with her booby co-author Kaeya that emphasizes mostly on the dark knight hero.

Spotting the rest of your team behind her, you begin to criticize them one by one.

Standing against the wall is Kaeya, pushing both his biddies up with his crossed arms like an absolute whore. He's breaking about several dress code rules right now. Venti is next to him, drunk off his butt as he beat boxes with Tohma.

Eula mutters under her breath, on and on about seeking revenge on Zhongli for putting her beloved Amber on the opposing team, promising him an unfortunate fate. Xiao is miserably squatting on the floor, sharp eyes observing everyone in the gym, scowl not ready to dissipate anytime soon.

Then you look over at Childe's team in the distance. Jean with a determined look on her face as she listens to Childe's game plan, and Diluc crossing his arms with his brows furrowed in concentration. Even Amber, the best baller in the school, is stretching out her arms, assisted by the gifted princess of the school, Ayaka.

Not only that, but Childe has the king of dodging on his team—Kaedehara goddamn Kazuha. Beidou shoots you a wicked smirk, winking at you until she's disrupted by Ningguang's shove.

"Oh my god." You cry out when the realization hits you, falling to your knees in despair. "We're completely fucked!"

"No we aren't." Rosaria mutters lowly. "You're only fucked if you want to be. Don't you dare throw in the towel before the fight has even begun."

"But I—"

"Stop it." She grumbles again, rolling her eyes. "You're being annoying now. If you lose the game, that makes him the dom. Don't you want to be the dom?"

She's right. You do want to be the dom.

Her words of encouragement, and not at all veiled insults somehow allow you to find motivation deep within yourself. You get up and stomp towards the rest of your team, calling their attention with your newfound confidence.

"Listen here soldiers!" You shout out, determination clear as day. "I know I am not capable of leading. I know that I barely have the physical capabilities needed to defeat the opposite team."

You take a deep breath, pointing at your cutie patootie boyfriend across the gym as you seethe. "But that man, that harbinger of chaos, that instrument of war, is nothing but a tyrant. And I cannot let such a tyrant be a victor in this battle. Not when innocent lives are at stake."

Tohma speaks up, sending you a bewildered look. "What lives—"

"Shut the fuck up soldier!"

"Yessir!" He immediately stiffens, saluting you.

"Are you ready soldiers?" Your voice booms, and everyone reinforces their priorities, except for Kaeya though. He just lazily smirks.

After Zhongli places the balls in the middle, everyone prepares for the battle of the century.

'Gods, please let us win this war' you pray to the archons above, closing your eyes in concentration.

'Give me the strength to flex my superior skills' Childe wishes, then adds on quickly 'also I want to dominate this world.'

'Give me the strength to make it to Friday.' Rosaria prays for nobody but herself, rolls her eyes at all the unnecessary dramatics of this dodgeball game.

"3..." "2..." "1..."

Zhongli ends the countdown by blowing hard into a whistle, signaling the beginning of the game.

Not even two seconds later a ball whooshes past a few of you at the speed of light, followed by a tail of fire. The ball of death kisses Kaeya square in the nose, sending him reeling back into a wall with enough sheer force to cause an indent.

Everyone winces.

Before you all can reel in from the initial shock and make sense out of wherever the hell that asteroid came from, Zhongli's voice booms throughout the gymnasium.

"Mr. Ragnvindr, headshots are strictly forbidden. You are out!"

With a scoff, Diluc, satisfied with his work, leaves the court with no apparent qualms. He accepts his defeat with the upturned corners of his lips.

Rosaria pokes Kaeya's body with the tip of her heels, then cringes when he shakes awake, up from his short lived knockout and sends a wink her way.

"Getting handsy when I'm unconscious? I didn't think you'd be one to partake in such vulgar activities." His eye twinkles in mischief, and if his momentary defeat at the hands of brother has him fuming, he doesn't show it one bit.

The only thing that keeps Rosaria from knocking him out for real is the blood that trails down onto his lip. She doesn't want to clean blood off her shoes, especially since it's a pain in the ass to get off.

You're about to tell them to get up and take this seriously, but a softball does your job for you when it darts straight at Rosaria. With pristine accuracy, the girl manages to pitch herself away last minute.

You swivel in Childe's direction, who wears a remorseless grin, which only grows wider once you pick up a blue softball next to your feet.

The glare that he receives has him shaking in exhilaration. More so than the elation he'd felt when he took down that Stonehide Lawachurl for you, as a gift of promise.

You begin to bark out orders. "Eula, Xiao, and Rosaria cover the front and act as decoys."

They nod immediately, but Xiao still clicks his tongue in distaste as he starts following orders.

Then you offer Kaeya a hand. "Get up princess. You're on sniper duty."

With Diluc out of commission, the battle is fair and square now considering both sides have the same amount of people. Ergo, no one's at a disadvantage.

That is—until Lisa fake trips over pure air, landing on the floor in a dramatic slow motion.

You roll your eyes.

"Oh dear! I think I've twisted something." She cries out, crawling away from the battle field, acting as if she's paralyzed completely. "Don't worry about me. I'll cheer you on from afar. The battle has begun, and it seems as if I've become the first casualty."

You don't let the countless amount of Lisa's betrayals get to you, even this one. It's just her personality to flake out on anything and everything that requires her to do more than below the bare minimum.

Focusing on the match, your eyes are only on Childe, just as his are on you.

You aim the ball straight at his ribs, step back a bit, then propel the ball in the air with as much energy as you can, using your entire body as a power outlet. The ball spins in the air, reaching the awaiting victim.

Childe, unbothered, dodges the ball with perfect precision, the ball not even grazing his clothes at the least.

Your jaw drops open, and you're about to move for another ball until he grabs the same ball you threw at him. With the sharpness of a predator locking in on its pray, he focuses on you like a missile locks on its target, launching the ball in the air for power that has you trembling, second to the powerful ball that was thrown by Diluc.

With your pupils dilated at your impeding doom, it's Xiao that grabs you and thrusts away.

The ball lands on the floor, smoke rising.

"Holy shit!" You shriek over everyone else's grunts and shuffles. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Isn't it poetic?" Childe shouts back while he slides away from the balls being thrown. "Lover against lover. Either you're by my side, or in my way. And right now, you're in my way." He narrows his eyes dangerously. "Albeit reluctantly, I will take the victory babe. Even if we are on opposing sides."

"There was zero reluctance in that throw asshole!"

You thank Xiao, who wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Filthy humans. So pathetic and weak."

Mildly offended, you roll your sleeves up and begin to fight with everything you've got as soon as he walks away.

The dodgeball game goes as expected for the most part, Eula carrying for most of it with the flow of her skills.

Tohma actually tries like the presumptuous asshole he is, aims straight for his girlfriend Ayaka, and takes her out completely. His only justification for that is "I ain't no simp!"

He shelves his cocky attitude when facing Childe with a sense of dignity and prestige you didn't think he had in him.

The two one of a kind fuckbois puff out their chests so that they look more hefty than they are, having some kind of an Alpha match. The 'me stronger than you. me dominant. me get all the women' type beat.

Unfortunately, Childe manages to fence him with his throws, and lo and behold, the square off ends with a dejected Tohma dragging his feet to the nearest bench.

Eula oversees that Ningguang and Beidou meet a quick end, taking their slower dodging to her advantage. You're actually rooting for her, tasting a sliver of victory that you haven't reached yet. So close, yet so far.

Amber trips on herself in the middle of throwing a what should've been coordinated ball, and it loses most of its momentum. Xiao is directly in front of it, and will probably be able to catch it with ease.

Ah, another short victory.

If Childe loses his expert baller, he's only left with Kazuha and Jean, whom's lack in the art of throwing is made up by their ability to dodge most of the fastballs.

However, all your plans and hopes are crushed when Eula slides in front of Xiao last minute, sticks out her foot, and let's the pathetic product of Amber's would-be downfall hit her on the leg with the total force of about 0.0000001 newtons.

Your chances of winning have just went down by a staggering 60%.

"Eula!" You cry out, collapsing on the ground. "How could you?"

Tohma cups his mouth and bellows obnoxiously from the bench. "SIMP!"

"I cannot avenge my clan if I win a false victory." Eula crosses her arms, casting her gaze down in visible uncomfortableness. "Amber will pay her dues in two business days. Mark my words."

It all a load of cap. She's sleeping with the enemy and you know it.

You grit your teeth. Fuming with an abundance of rage, you pick up three balls and throw them all back to back, taking out Amber and Kazuha simultaneously.

Childe's heart flutters in another kind of delight when you pluck out his team members one by one with no hints of remorse.

In retaliation, Jean and Childe work in sync to swiftly take care of a distracted Rosaria.

"Shit." You hiss underneath your breath.

It's Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, and you who are the only remainders of your short-lived team. It's still two more people than Childe and Jean, giving you the upper hand briefly.

It's a mystery to everyone how Venti is still standing. You reckoned you would've lost him as collateral during the beginning of the match, but it seems he's able to hold his own.

When you squint hard enough, you realize that Xiao has been t-posing in front of the nonchalant SoundCloud rapper that's about as high as a kite. He must've been defending him throughout the entire round.

His defenses are all in vain once Childe correlates another attack with Jean, sharp-shooting four rapid balls that are secured on their targets.

Xiao swerves to the side, avoiding most of them, until one is about to reach a nonchalant as shit Venti.

You scream at him, eyes widening as you run towards them in slow motion. "NOoOoOOOo-"

The yaksha doesn't waste a moment, shifting so that he's covering Venti's body with his own, which to be honest is a pretty heartwarming sight.

The ball hits his lean back, a sharp thud following when it hits the floor.

Xiao is out. But his sacrifice is so inspiring that it brings tears to Zhongli's eyes, makes everyone in the gym go silent in awe.

Even the sadistic Childe melts, cerulean eyes gaining back their light, halting his fire.

When Xiao finally uncovers Venti's body, he speaks from the bottom of his dead heart. "I'd do anything for you..."

Venti shakes out of his baked state, blinking at him stupidly with a nervous chuckle. "Ehe~? I don't even know who you are."

The entire class sweat drops. Whatever slip of compassion on Childe's face earlier has become nothing but a memory. Even your eyes dim.

The next time Childe aims and locks at Venti, it's not with malicious intent. It's a favour, for you. In a way it adds dimension to who he is and the lengths he's willing to go for you, even at war.

Venti steps away with a bounce in his gait, hands behind his head.

Kaeya and you are the only ones left standing now, and the game becomes too tight knit to tell which side's going to win. It becomes utter chaos, balls being launched every second, stamina slowly decreasing as everyone lurches away from their demise.

As laid-back  and charming as the boy presents himself to be in front of the ladies, he's not very patient when it comes to facing circumstances like these. He's side lined for most of the match, finding it boring. And when Kaeya gets bored, the intensity of the tide changes, and everyone knows they're going to get a run for their money.

Kaeya coasts a hand around your hips, pulls you real close, purposefully leaning his bust into the side your innocent arm.

When Childe's smile drops, and the glint in his eyes reads 'DANGER' in full caps, you know it's time to be properly scared.

Your blood runs cold, mouth opening briefly and then clamping shut immediately.

"I'm so glad to be on your team Y/N. Maybe this'll give us the chance to become...closer." His hot breath fans against your ear, voice loud enough to be heard by onlookers.

Suddenly everything stops, falling into an unsettling silence.

You attempt glance at Childe, being met with a glare that's directed at the Captain of the Skating team. The ball in the orange-haired boy's hand deflates from the sheer intensity of the squeeze.

The tension becomes unreadable. Even Zhongli is caught mid-sip with his tea.

Quickly, you shrug off Kaeya's arm. "Childe, he's just fucking with you—"

Childe cuts you off by hurling a ball with nothing but the objective of cold blooded murder.

Kaeya whizzes past you, successfully ducking to avoid the hit, and his amused laugh rings through your ears. He rolls away from the following attacks, chucking his own series of colourful balls.

The events that unfold are blood-curdling enough to make even Satan boil his pants with diarrhea.

You take the clear opportunity presented by their concurrent dumbassery to take out Jean, the ace of the other team.

Childe's rage blows over when Kaeya eventually loses interest and takes the L, playfully winking at you while walking backwards to the rest of your team.

Now that all the distractions are dealt with, Childe's eyes flicker to you, and you share a murderous glance.

"Finally," He slaps the softball with a free hand, lips thinning into a homicidal smile. "I've been waiting for this. You better not disappoint me."

While Childe may be a violent anarchist who's only aspiration in life is to become a government contracted killer, he's also supposed to be your sweet boyfriend.

Slowly, you inch towards the front. "We don't have to do this Childe. We can coexist peacefully."

"Peace was never an option Y/N." He sighs, cracking his neck. "Besides—how else can I prove myself in your eyes? You may be my greatest weakness, but you are also my greatest adversary."

"I don't know, maybe start with not trying to obliterate me?"

"I'm obliterating you out of respect." He counters with a playful pout.

"Well I'll be paying my respects to your grave!" You lurch ahead into a sudden assault, yeeting as many balls as you can his way.

"That's my girl!" Childe whistles, grin widening psychotically when he goes all out, leaving you with an absence in favorable openings.

Out of nowhere, the fire alarms start going haywire, along with a beep in the PA system, which stops you two in your tracks.

A panicked voice of who you assume to be Yanfei shrieks through the comms. "CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! EVACUATE THE BUILDING, THERE'S A STONEHIDE LAWACHURL ON THE PREMISES."

As if on cue, the ground starts rumbling and a Stonehide Lawachurl bursts through the halls and into the gym, looking around for something. Or rather, someone. It's sharp bumps and ridges make an indent on the floor, cracking it in.

Everyone falls into a state of panic, Zhongli trying his best to evacuate the class from the emergency back door as quickly as possible. "Settle down class, we have to follow protocol."

You, devoid of any emotion or sense of fear, turn to your boyfriend in such a calm manner it strikes an ominous dread in his stomach.

You stare.

Childe stares harder.

“I thought you killed it."

"I did." He retorts slowly, switching to gaze at the raging beast in amazement.

"Then why is it in the school!" You seethe, glaring daggers at his side profile.

Childe chuckles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck. "I may or may not have stuffed the body in the boys washroom. Y'know, for safe keeping?"

The Lawachurl locks it's gaze on you, the prey, and then roars furiously. Turning into its geo-enhanced state, it begins charging at you with all its might, the target being solely Childe.

Leave it to your boyfriend to get on the hit list of an endangered beast.

"Fear not my vibrant girlfriend. Our first date can be surviving this." Childe cheekily kisses the top of your trembling hand before grasping it tightly and making a run for it.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Little Girl. (Younger!Nine/Wookjin x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, humiliation, degradation, size kink, fingering, slapping, hair pulling, choking, strong language, older!y/n, spanking, wedging, a dash of fear kink. Read at your own risk. Both of you are of legal age in this.

The air in Y/n's apartment was thick with tension as she awkwardly nodded at Wookjin, the son of her kind neighbour lady seated comfortably on the couch in her living room as she fumbled through one of her drawers, grabbing the teaching notes she needed to help the boy with, still clad in her work clothes which were a tight black pencil skirt and a pretty peach dress shirt, feet bare.

Wookjin bit his lip as she looked her tight ass up and down from behind since she was crouching to level herself with the piece of furniture. The boy was struggling to fight the urge to undo the high professional bun her hair was in. It looked so pretty when it was down, flowing down her shoulders and ending just above her waist. Fuck. She was so beautiful. It was a shame how she was all smiles with him when she first moved in the apartment complex but started avoiding him when she learnt that he was just a college sophomore.

Y/n sighed as she dropped a booklet yet again, trying to suppress the shudder in her fingers. Although she had her back to the boy, the woman knew he was staring. God damn. He was always fucking staring. She hated it. If it weren't for his friendly and kind mother, she never would have agreed to tutor Wookjin.

She wanted to smack herself for being so stupid. Without knowing his age Y/n had so stupidly flirted with him here and there when she first moved in. Only to find out that he was 5 fucking years younger than her.

And the fact that his door was right opposite to hers didn't fucking help.

"O- Okay!" Finally standing up with the materials and notes she needed, Y/n softly pulled in a long breath, closing the drawer with her foot before whipping around. "Let's sta-" a surprised scream escaped the girl, the bunch in her hand falling down on the ground when she came chest to face contact with the younger one, blinking up at him in surprise, unconsciously gulping down a bike.

"W- What are you doing, Wookjin?" Her voice broke towards the end of the sentence, breath hitching as she reflexively tried to step back, ass hitting the chest of drawers.

"Tsk. Don't hurt that pretty little butt now." The woman's cheeks flushed hot at his vulgar words, heart leaping up in her throat when he placed his hand on the piece of furniture besides her, leaning down to level his face to her smaller height.

"W- Wookjin! What is this-!"

"Tsk." Using the back of his hand to lightly slap her pretty lips, the boy clicked his tongue. "Funny how you talk so much yet go mute whenever I am around" inching his lips closer to the female's, Wookjin stared down at her pretty lips, breaths getting heavier against them. "What did I even do, hm? One moment you were acting like you wanted me to fuck all your holes numb the next you started avoiding me for no reason." Before he could stop himself, his slender fingers wrapped around her pretty neck.

Fuck. It felt even better than he'd imagined. So soft, so thin, so pretty and vulnerable.

He felt his cock getting hard.

"Hm?" Raising an eyebrow he trailed his fingers up and towards her jaw, cupping it before his thumb rubbed her luscious bottom lip. "Cat got your tongue again, hm?"

Y/n felt tears welling up in her eyes. Fuck. She felt so small and weak. Body frozen. "T- This is... wrong" was the only thing she could whisper helplessly. So wrong yet so good. But she didn't want to admit it. "I- I am older-"

"Tsk." Closing the distance between them in a swift motion, Wookjin pressed his lips against hers, almost moaning at the heavenly feeling. Fuck. They were so wet and soft. "Seriously?" He whispered against her lips after pulling back, other hand trailing up her sides. "That's your lame reason? Age doesn't determine anything. If you're a weak little girl who needs someone to take care of her you just are-"

"N- No!" Her features hardened, displeasing the boy as she tried to stop the hand that was travelling down to her ass, weakly pushing at his strong chest. "I am n- not weak! This is wrong! I knew this was a bad idea! Get ou-" her words locked up in her throat in surprise when a soft slap was placed on her cheek.

"Really? Funny you say that because I see you struggling with basic tasks around the complex all the time. It's quite pathetic actually. How someone your age still can't do basic things properly. A surprise how you secured this job you have honestly." Y/n's cheeks glowed red in embarrassment at his words.

Fuck. She hated how his words effected her. From the butterflies in her stomach all the way down south.

No. Wookjin was so much younger than her. He was basically a kid and she was a university lecturer. How could she let him treat her like that and make her feel do small?

And just why the fuck did she like it?

Ugh.

Her head was spinning.

"S- Shut… up" the boy threw his head back and let out a loud laugh at her petty little words.

"Aw is that the best you've got, huh little girl?" Shaking his head, he whipped the older around and forcefully pushed her against the chest of drawers, not hesitating to rip her tight little skirt all the way up to her ass, pulling at the g-string she was wearing underneath in a harsh and humiliating wedgie, landing slaps on her ass.

"Look at this pathetic little thing thinking she can decide things around here. Tsk." Y/n bit down on her bottom lip, helplessly gripping the furniture as her face burnt in embarrassment, toes barely touching the ground due to the wedgie she was in.

Fuck. It hurt so good. She hated it.

"Quiet again, huh?" Squeezing and pulling at one of her fat ass cheeks, Wookjin landed another harsh spank, pulling the wedgie up and down. "Good. Little girls like you should stay quiet and let Daddy take care of them. That's when they're the prettiest" her chest was heaving up and down, ass crack, pussy and butt cheeks on fire from the assault they were under.

The woman how good it felt. She felt so vulnerable and weak. So helpless. And then being treated like such a small little thing by someone so much younger that she'd tried to act all big in front of.

An involuntary moan escaped her when Wookjin moved the string covering her vaginal opening to the side, still having her hanging from the wedgie. "Let's take a look at Daddy's property, shall we?" Followed by a deep chuckle. "Would you look at that!" Y/n's whole body jerked forward from the harsh smack her pussy received. "Acting all innocent and like you don't like it but actually pathetically dripping down there, tsk."

Leaning forward and over her back, the boy placed his chin on her shoulder, middle finger slowly stroking her swollen folds. "But you actually love this, don't you? You filthy little thing" biting down on her ear lobe, the male pulled at it, rubbing her flesh in circular motions, fingertip prodding her entrance. "Being taken care of by Daddy because you're clearly so pathetic on your own." Biting down on her lips, Y/n felt sweat trickling down the back of her thighs, knees trembling and pussy clenching at how good it all felt. "So desperate that you'd let someone so much younger than you put you in your little place."

"P- Please!" The girl whined at last when she felt his covered erection graze against her asshole, the hole clenching in defense. "Please!" Sweat broke down on her forehead, another whine escaping her.

"Please what?" Wookjin breathed in her ear, kissing down her neck and biting the soft skin of her neck softly.

She was so going to regret this when it was over. But Y/n figured she could worry about that later.

"P- Please, W- Wookjin… m- more…" A grin spread across his devilishly handsome face when he heard the words, getting even hard at how pretty she sounded. "P- Please… please… T- Take care of me, D- Daddy… Hhhhaahhhh~" her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his finger slipped in the tight ring of muscles of her virgin pussy.

Yes. You heard it right.

"Good slut…" The boy praised, letting go of the wedgie and allowing her to stand on her feet, gripping her throat and choking her again, pushing her face all the way back and kissing her soft lips upside down, pushing his tongue in and exchanging saliva, finger fucking her tight pussy steady and good. "How does my pretty whore feel?" Letting go of her throat, he messily undid her hair, painfully aroused himself.

"S- So good!" Tears leaked out of her eyes as she cried from the pleasure. Y/n looked so pretty it was blowing Wookjin's mind. Beautiful face red, pretty eyes red eyes full of tears, breaths heavy, skin covered in sweat, legs spread as her underwear laid stretched out on one side, disheveled hair decorating her body and pupils delated, a hickey forming on her neck. "P- Please, more!"

"Fuck!" The boy whispered impatiently, plopping his fingers out of her to have the girl whined with a pout, chuckling deeply before turning her around by the help of her hair, putting her up on the piece of furniture before ripping her shirt open along her bra.

"S- Shit… you're so strong" a smug grin etched on the boy's face at her words as he pushed all the ripped fabrics out of the way, cupping her soft and fat breasts, feeling her hard numbs with the pad of his thumbs, biting his lip when she moaned from the feeling of having her tits massaged.

"Ready, little girl?" Unbuckling his pants, Wookjin uncovered his hard erection, pumping it up and down before smirking. "Brace yourself here I come ready or not~" He loved the worried look on her face as she stared at his huge cock.

"Is it even normal for it to be that big?" She innocently asked, blinking at the boy with her legs spread wide, hands out of the way and fat tits glistening with sweat.

"Awww look at this cute whore being so inexperienced" the boy cooed, wrapping his hands in her hair and aligning his tip with entrance with the help of the other. "Not that I am complaining though-" his words were cut short into a low gasp when he slowly entered her slightly fucked open virgin entrance, grunting at how her walls hugged him. "Fuck!"

"I- I've never done this before with anyone… n- not even myself…" Throwing her head back, the girl cried out, clenching around Wookjin's fat cock in defense, thighs trembling as she felt his lips wrap around one of her nipples, tongue swirling around the fat nub. "B- Because no matter how hard I tried… i- it never felt good, Daddy! Ever!" The woman whined needily, relishing in the pain. "I- It hurts so good, Daddy… Y- You're so good!"

Wookjin fucked her harder upon hearing the confession, grabbing her throat and squeezing the air out of her, biting her other nipple before pulling at it, slapping the other recently abused boob, fondling it before slapping it again, causing the girl to cry out.

"Because you were meant to be my cock sleeve only, babygirl. Of course nobody else can pleasure you like I can. Not even if you try, but-" gripping her soft cheeks, the boy pulled her red and teary face closer to his. "You wouldn't dare, would you?" Y/n whimpered from the frightening look in his eyes, gulping. "What? Didn't hear me?" Slapping her cheek, he gripped her face tightly again. "Answer when you're being spoken to!"

Y/n clenched around his cock, whining loudly before nodding hurriedly. "I- I wouldn't! Never! I would never! I am all y- yours!" She loved how he was treating her. Fuck. He was so good and more. It was perfect.

"Good girl." Wookjin smirked in a satisfied manner, pulling her closer on his cock and himself by her knee, making her scream because it caused his balls to slightly push in her now gaping hole. "Fuck, babygirl… you're much tighter than I'd imagined." Slapping her now bruised marked tits, the boy fucked her walls harder, starting to rub her clit.

The girl yelped, her back arching from the pleasure as she gripped at the younger's strong shoulders, nails digging into his skin and eyes hitting the back of her head from the pleasure, pussy expanding even more now that his balls were also ramming in and out of her, one of the male's hands groping her ass, middle finger stroking her hole which shrunk even smaller in defense.

Whining softly, Y/n's head weakly fell on one of his shoulders, chest heaving up and down as she trembled from the pleasure, softly nibbling on the skin of his neck.

The male chuckled devilishly, prodding her butthole teasingly with the tip of his finger while snapping his hips swift and rough. "Not yet?" He referred towards anal, ignoring the stuff that was falling off the chest from how hard he was fucking her, the loud banging noise of the furniture hitting the wall eliminating the silence in the apartment.

"That's alright, babygirl. We'll get there. None of us are going anywhere, after all."

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Unedited. Honestly, even idk what this is LMFAOOOOOO.

[lavishedinjimin]

Hi! before i ask this i would just like to say that your writing is amazing and you’re my fave author on this app! ok so anyways this might seem too weird or kinky lmao BuT is there a chance you can make a jungkook smut where he punished you in front of the entire group and like with lots of dirty talk (and degradation because that’s like my number one kink lmao) and it’s just dom jungkook FiLTh ilysm 💖💖 (also crybaby two was AMAZING🥰)

ily anon thank you for supporting my blog ☹️💕

warning: degredation, name calling, forceful stuff so if you're uncomfortable about it, I recommend to ignore this.

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"jungkook, please--!"

"no, bad girls don't get to talk, do they?" he growls as he grabs your a bunch of your hair, forcing your up on your feet from the bed.

"you come here with me, hm? you think it's funny disrespecting your daddy like that?"

your stomach tingles from his words, getting slightly excited yet scared for your life at the same time. you didn't know where he was taking you to as until he drags you out to the hallway going to the living room.

where the rest of the boys were.

your eyes widen in panic, hands starting to scratch at his arms, trying to stop. "jungkook, no, no! what are you doing?"

jungkook scoffs as he rolls his eyes, not answering your pathetic pleads. the boys was giving him a weird look, some mumbling questions to each other as they watch you.

jungkook gives them a devilish smirk and a wink.

your boyfriend suddenly sits down on the space between jimin and namjoon, and he forcefully tugs you down with him. you squeal when he bends you over his lap, your knees hitting the floor while your hands grasped his thigh.

"jungkook! what the fuck!" you whimpered, wiggling your legs as you tried to escape.

without any warning at all, he pulls your leggings down until your bare ass was out for everyone to see, and he lands a hard, sharp spank on your cheek.

"that's not my name now, is it? baby girl?"

you whined, feeling so embarrassed as you heard the boys mutter curse words as their eyes were all on you. they were confused, yet slightly turned on from the sight.

"holy fucking shit, jungkook. what the fuck are you doing?" jimin asked him in a quiet mutter, watching how your face redden.

you glimpsed up at jimin with big eyes, making him gulp. he immediately looks away.

"oh, well, this little slut here needs to be punished. she's been a brat all day, and she needs to be fucking tortured."

jungkook spanks your ass again, making you mewl. you can hear him growl beneath his breath as he strokes your red ass.

"mhm, do you like this? huh?" spank. "letting me spank you in front of all of them?" spank.

"d-daddy, I'm sorry," you whisper, lowering your head to avoid them looking at you.

the boys were biting their lips, some of them slowly getting turned on from. namjoon, who was just beside jungkook can see your butt in full view, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of it. it was so shameful. you can feel all eyes on your body, and all you wanted to do was hide.

jungkook spanks your ass again, this time harder than the rest. he grunts, wrapping a hand around your throat and forcing your head up. "look at them, slut."

you obeyed jungkook, scanning around the room as you locked eyes with the boys. their looks were firm, their jaw clenched with strict eyes. it was too much for you, you felt so exposed.

spank. "you don't like it, do you? spank.

"mhnng, daddy, please. I'm sorry," you cried.

"damn, kook, maybe let her go already?" Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head.

"nah, hyung." spank. "you don't know how fucking bratty she is, acts like she's the one in control." spank.

jungkook leads down to your ear, squeezing your neck harder. "this little slut needs to be put back to her place."

he harshly squeezes your butt with his big hand, drawing out a moan out of you. you kept your eyes closed, not wanting to look at anyone at all.

"aw, look at my little baby." he coos, tugging your leggings off of your legs completely. "daddy," you mewled, "n-no."

you can hear the boys release a puff of breath, some squirming in their seat as they saw how wet you were. they couldn't keep their eyes off of you.

his hand suddenly cups your pussy, smirking as he feels your drenched underwear. "hm, baby, what a fucking slut." he gives your pussy a firm, good spank, making your whole body jolt forward.

"daddy!"

"m'gonna fuck this cute little pussy with my fingers, baby, until you beg for me to stop. do you want the others to see how fucking slutty you are, hm? do you want them to jerk off to you?"

the boys chuckle from Jungkook's words, rolling their eyes, but he knew that they were all loving the show.

he spanks your cunt again, "I didn't hear you, slut."

you tried to think of the right words to say, but nothing came out. you took a deep, shaky breath, closing your eyes. "d-do whatever you want to me, daddy."

jungkook smiles in approval, "there we go, baby. you're finally realizing where you belong, huh? beneath me, under daddy's touch. I do whatever I want to you, baby, and you don't get to do anything besides to beg and plead, okay?"

you nod your head, eyes forming tears. "yes daddy."

"good. now let the boys see how much of a fucking slut you are for daddy."

[little-owly]

can i request Dark making Mark wet himself? 😈💖

pairing: dark/mark

warnings: wetting, violence, death threats, slight balls tourture (???) 

(i carried away with this aaaaa pls forgive me)

Mark looked around he dim room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“Wha-where?” he asked, his voice slurred. Panic filled him as he realized his hands were tied behind him, his legs tied to the chair he sat in. Ropes secured around his lower abdomen kept him tied to the creaky wooden chair. He gasped, the ropes worsening his need to urinate.

Mark began to pant, light filling the cold and empty room all at once. At last, he could make out his surroundings - an old run down basement of some sorts. Boxes and junk surrounded him and the chair. Collected dust and rusted walls upset him more. One detail he couldn’t get over was the tripod and camera in front of him. Wait…was it recording?

“Hello there,” said a mysteriously deep voice, he could almost swear it sounded like…, “I see you’ve finally woken up?”

Mark could feel his heart beating faster and faster as he realized who his attacker was. He gulped, trying to keep his composure - knowing the more he reacted, the longer he would keep this up.

“Why am I here?” Mark asked, cringing as his voice broke in between his words. His memories going back to other encounters with this attacker. His memories reminding him of the pain he brought onto him.

“You don’t remember me? That’s rude,” the other purred into his ear, “I’m you. The real you. The one who you keep hidden under that god awful positivity.”

A shiver of fear ran down Mark’s spine as he finally saw the figure move in front of him. It was him, or at least, he thought it was.

This twin of his was much more, alternative. The tips of his black hair dyed red, a black choker adorning his neck. This twin was clad in dark clothing, a matching red hoodie with the sleeves ripped off, a long sleeved black undershirt underneath. The twin’s wrists hidden away under thick spiked wristbands, fingerless gloves on his hands.

“Just call me Dark. Or if you want to get formal, Darkiplier,” he whispered, producing a small blade from the back pockets of his dark jeans.

“You know with this little thing,” Dark sighed, “and the right spot,” he continued, moving closer to Mark’s neck, “I could watch you gasp on your last bits of air - blood running down your chest?”

Mark began to shake, hyperventilating. He watched Dark laugh at his reaction, fear running through his veins as he questioned if this was it.

His questions were answered as he watched Dark slowly put the knife back to his pocket. His deep, rich, and identical, laugh quieting.

“Calm down, pussy. I’m not gonna do that today. Instead, I have a bit of a plan.”

He began to bite his lip, the adrenaline and fear making his control over his bladder worse. The ropes against his abdomen caused more pressure on his urge with each movement.

“You see, it’s not a secret you’re this huge star. Everyone looks up to you, millions of adorning fans watch your videos and donate to your charities,” Dark paused, turning back around to face Mark, “and I fucking despise it. I hate every little goody two shoes fan of yours and that goody two shoes reputation you have.”

“So here’s my plan, and why I have this little thing here,” he points to the camera, the red light blinking back at Mark, “let’s say, someone were to humiliate this famous ‘markiplier’. Let’s say someone were to record said humiliation and said recording landed in the wrong hands. Would your little fans still stick around when they’ve seen it? Would you still be seen as the good guy, or just become the butt of every joke, an absolute laughing stock?”

“Please,” Mark panted, “I’ll do anything, just don’t kill me. I have friends and family-”

Dark slapped Mark square across the face, his glasses flying off and hitting the cold ground below.

“Like I actually give a shit?! I could end you right fucking now! I could cut your throat open and watch you bleed out. I could slit your mouth ear to ear. I could gut you right now and not feel a fucking thing-”

Dark looked down, noticing movement out the corner of his eye. He could see Mark’s legs squirming, trying to close. He could definitely see Mark’s body quivering as he sobbed.

“It’s already kicking in, hasn’t it?”

Mark continued to sob, “what are you talking about?”

Dark slapped him once more, moving away from him to adjust the camera. He set the tripod much closer, getting Mark’s sitting body in the shot.

“What’s a matter? Are you actually scared, pussy?” Dark smirked, his voice somehow deeper than before.

Mark nodded, anything to keep Dark happy. Or at least content enough to not him him once more. He slowly realized Dark had hit him with the spikes on his wristbands, small droplets of blood trickling down his cheek.

“Stop moving your legs.” Dark commanded.

Mark sobbed as he returned to his normal position, or rather the position Dark tied him up in, legs spread wide and the ropes digging into his bladder.

“Now, I want you to tell me how badly you gotta piss, or else I will put you in a world of pain you would not believe. Understood?”

Mark nodded, watching as Dark got behind the camera. He began to sob once more, large tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.

“C-can I use the ba-bathroom? I need to go,” he cried, “please? I-I won’t tell a-anyone about this. I’ll keep qu-quiet. Just let me go to the bathroom.”

“Why?” Dark asked, encouraging Mark.

“Just let me go! Please, I’m b-begging you!”

Dark produced the knife again, making slow steps towards Mark. Mark yelled as he braced himself, not noticing the leak on his lap, sizable and dark.

“No! Please, no! I-I really need to pee, I can’t hold it in any longer. I can feel my own bladder throbbing. It hurts so bad to keep it all in,” he paused. Dark pointed to the wet spot on Mark’s lap. Mark cried as he swallowed his pride.

Anything to stay alive.

“I c-couldn’t hold it. S-see? I can’t hold it because I’m a scared l-little bitch. I can’t even hold my own p-piss like a normal person. Fuck, please let me go - I’m so close.” he gasped, letting his head drop.

Dark shook his head, a smirk plastered across his face. Mark lifted his head and cried out.

“It’s coming out, I can feel it coming out, oh god I’m going to piss myself here - fuck!”

Mark yelled, his voice hoarse, as his body shook violently. Stopping all at once, he could feel it. The warm wet urine running down his legs, under his ass, into his shoes. The hissing of the pee filling the silence of the quiet basement. Mark whimpered quietly as he continued to pee, the blue fabric of his jeans darkening. The pitter-patter of it hitting the hard floor below, the wooden material of the chair becoming completely soaked.

It took a long 2 minutes for Mark to finally stop, dropping his head in shame once more. Goosebumps running up and down his skin as he noticed the large off yellow puddle below him. He cried, feeling the pee under his ass.

“How fucking pathetic. Couldn’t even hold it in for a few minutes. Look at you did to my floor,” Dark said, stepping up to Mark.

Mark gasped as Dark lifted his leg to press his steel toed boots into his wet crotch. The disgusting sound of his soaked jeans and boxers making him cringe as Dark pressed harder and rougher. Directly into his balls.

“Fuck!” Mark cursed, his voice breaking. He wheezed as Dark continued to press further, the burning pain making him buck back further into the chair. Dark snarled, pressing his boot up further to step on Mark’s wet thighs.

“You’re fucking disgusting. Pissing yourself like some baby. Getting my chair and floor filthy, along with yourself. How fucking pathetic. It’s so laughable how embarrassing you look.”

Mark whimpered loudly. He watched Dark’s eyes widen before drawing his fist back, hitting Mark’s chin. Dark used his other hand, punching him once more in his right temple.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Dark turning off the camera. In those last moments, Mark wondered if he’d wake up again. He wondered what would happen to his friends, his family, even Chica.

Then, there was light. Sudden and harsh light in his eyes. Mark shot up, worriedly looking around.

He gripped the sheets of his bed. Wait, when did he…? And what about Dark?

The sweet and relieving realization hit Mark. It was all a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The pain, death threats, and utter fear was all an illusion. Even the humiliation and wetting - wait.

Mark pulled back his sheets and sighed. Nope, the wetting was real. His soaked pajama pants and sheets told him so. The still warm urine pooled under his lower half, surrounding him. With care, Mark slowly pulled off the wet sheets and blanket. He grabbed a towel before picking up the wet items and placing them in the wash.

He stepped into the bathroom, ready to turn on the shower when he heard a creak behind him. His blood ran cold as he quickly turned around. His fists clenched, ready to defend himself.

He saw nothing. Nothing but the open hallway and his reflection. He turned back, turning on the warm shower, and tried to ignore the fact he could just barely see a figure out the corner of his eye - one with red hair and black clothing.

[miss28ff]

SHRINE

(AU) (MUSIC/ROMANCE/DRAMA) (Yatori) (Kazubisha) (Daifuku) (18+ due to language, mature subjects and a little smut) (All photos in this fanfic are mine)

Summary: With her earphones on and melodies filling her ears, the girl looked at the ceiling, thinking. She, Iki Hiyori, a regular schoolgirl, had jumped at the street to save the life of a promising rock star.

TRACK 8

Psycho - Muse.

“Ami-chan, Yama-chan, wait”, Hiyori reached out to her Friends while crossing the main yard. Yama huffed in annoyance and made the gesture of leaving, but Ami held her from the arm, forcing her to face Hiyori.

“I want to… specially with you, Yama-chan, I…” doubted Hiyori, twirling her knuckles around her briefcase handle.

The long silence made the girl to look up to her friends, thanking the fact they were not rushing or put pressure in her for apologizing, which was already really hard for her. Ami had a concerned stare, while Yama tried to keep her annoyed face, but she didn’t move an inch even with Hiyori doubting right there.

“What you’d do?”

“I would let her rot in hell…”

Bits of her conversation with Yato days before came to her mind, and for her horror, they were far to make her feel better. The memories of that afternoon, those intense blue eyes, so expressive, letting her know from his comfortableness to his confusion to mistrust, the only thing they caused was that tears began trailing down from her eyes, leaving wet traces on her cheeks. A wave of anger and embarrassment made her weep, scolding herself for not being in control of her own emotions. She tried to keep talking but she was actually making an awful job at that. Her friends tensed up.

“H-hey!” Said Yama, baffled, “D-don’t cry! It’s actually not that big of a deal! Apology accepted!”

“Ow, Hiyori!” Sighed Ami, and squeezed her in an embrace. “We’re really really sorry too!”

Yama placed a  hand in one of Hiyori’s shoulder. “I’m really sorry too, Hiyori-chan.”

The three girls walked to their classroom while Hiyori wiped away her tears. Somehow they had thought those were apology tears, and she wasn’t going to correct that mistake. She was actually relieved to not having to give any explanation.

During lunch, Hiyori managed to fill the gaps on her story for SHRINE, but she ended up telling them about her little run-away with “Yuuto”, the cruelty Yukine had revealed a white lie she just slightly mentioned – and that fortunately Ami and Yama didn’t asked about, and the “punishment” imposed by the headmaster.

“Wow”, sighed Yama, overwhelmed, “well, if it serves you of anything, my judo club still has some spots opened.”

“If I go to my mother telling her I’m entering judo club I’ll surely sent her to hospital, but thanks, tho’”, said Hiyori, lowering her head.

“That’s right, you need to really ponder your options”, said Ami, with a finger on her chin. “And about this dude, Yuuto-san, you said? I’m sure if he really cares about you, he’ll listen whatever you have to say”, se added with a smile.

“He has to choose!” yelled Yama, passionate, “It’s either his friend or you!”

“…And that’s why you don’t have a boyfriend, Yama-chan”, sighed Ami, “That’s so not appropriate”

“Hey!”

“I actually don’t think is so simple as telling him to pick one of us”, said Hiyori. In that moment the bell announcing the end of lunch break rang, and the girls stood up, heading back to their classroom. Hiyori smiled. She finally had her friends back, but she couldn’t stop feeling wrong; she still kept lying to cover things that were not so easy to say, anyways. But what else could she do? Tell everything just the way it was?

“Hey, guys?”, called Hiyori, and the three stopped walking in the aisle, “would you believe me if I told you I knew SHRINE’s members and I spent one afternoon with the guitarist?”

Ami and Yama looked at her with eyes wide open. Then they broke down in laughter.

“Whatever you say, Hiyori-chan!”, let out Yama, sarcastically, and they kept walking with Hiyori a little behind, with her head sunk between her shoulders.

“That’s what I thought…”

  “It would be good if you get your ass to the kitchen to help for a change!” had said Daikoku some point within the week. He knew what he really wanted to see was some kind of reaction in him. There were five rooms in the house, but lately they were using just two. Yato had been locked up in the room he occupied when he was living there at the beginning, which was around the same size his whole basement in downtown was. He had tried to leave on the first days, but Daikoku had stopped him. He hadn’t left his room since. Kofuku had come to talk to him regularly through the door, when she also realized he wasn’t eating properly.

“Yatty-chan, you haven’t eaten one bite again…” Kofuku was saying today, “we’re sorry things have to be this way, but we have to keep safe. This time luckily nothing happened, but if you were here living with us there had been no need for you to be exposed like that…”

Yato listened to her in his usual spot, sitting by the little table near the window who showed directly the blue cover of the pool, smoking. His hair was a mess and the blanket over his shoulders made him look like an owl on his perch. He could listen to her clearly, he knew what he wanted to say, but he just stayed there, unmoving. An ocean of simultaneous thoughts flooded through him: the deadline, how long he had been on that house, the shame-filled face of Hiyori, Yukine, that stupid brat, Hiyori, the new song he had left on the basement, the fact he didn’t felt like eating anyhtin, Hiyori, she still had his email, would she have written? Probably not, how easy would it be to just smash his skull against the window…

Yato smashed the cigarette butt with more violence than needed, burning his fingertips and getting them dirty with the pile of ashes from several days. He actually hated smoking, but nicotine was able to suppress his constant anxious impulses and slow down his mind a bit. He was sure it killed brain cells, but that was okay. The only thing those little bastards did was idiotic thoughts that paralyzed him and deemed him unable to finish anything.

The magenta shine on that girl’s eyes came back to his head with the strength and precision of a baseball bat and Yato hunched, hugging his knees, burying his face in the boney bumps.

“If you saw me like this, you’d surely think I’m a straight up loser”, he thought, at the same time scolding himself for thinking that way, and simultaneously remembering that afternoon in his basement, where ideas were flowing, organized, where he looked at her eyes and everything was silent, where all the pieces fell into place perfectly.

He got up from his seat, almost knocking the table in his way, ripping away the blanket from his shoulders, his mind punishing him again for depending on a highschooler he had just met a few weeks ago, and for letting things to come to this point. He opened the bedroom’s door, releasing the door lock, and he still could see Kofuku walking away hallway down, giving up. The sound of the door made her look behind, and seeing Yato made her face glow.

After receiving the bubblegum pink tornado on his arms, he looked at her, smiling.

“How can it be that we haven’t had a rehearsal if we’re all here?”

“I’ll call everyone immediately!” sung Kofuku, and ran through the hallway like a butterfly.

 Yato smashed his face over the kotatsu, hours later, his hair still damp from the shower he took after the rehearsal… or whatever that had been. Daikoku growled angrily, asking him to stop getting the table dirty, and Kofuku slipped an arm over his shoulders, hugging him, speaking with the softest voice.

“Yatty-chan, c’mon, relax, OK? Not all rehearsals have to be good, much less after all that time”, his friend’s attempts to lift his mood only made his frustration bigger, and he turned his head to the other side. Yukine and Daikoku had turned on the videogame station and were having fun shooting the other team in an online match. At the current situation, Yato was unable to understand how a game of that kind allowed them to relax after that sucky rehearsal. He had been completely unable to concentrate, he kept missing his entrances, failed notes, and yelled in frustration about not being able to put two coherent ideas together. They decided to try the next day, although nobody really felt more calm. Hugged by Kofuku, Yato sniffed: “I wish I could concentrate like before.”

“Hey, man, take your time,” let out Daikoku, smiling. Seeing Yato out of his bedroom had relieved him somehow, “there’ll be something to bring the kazillion-dollar Yato back.”

“Bring a slut dressed as a schoolgirl, seems he likes that kind of shit” scoffed Yukine.

“Yuki…”, Kofuku tried to reprimand him. Yato didn’t even flinched with his words. The couple was completely aware that he was determined to ignore him as long as possible; but they were also sure Yukine said hurtful things on purpose, resented about receiving the cold shoulder, and they knew this was going to blow out really soon. Unfortunately, the teenager kept talking.

“Look at him, Kofuku! He’s being pathetic on purpose for us to feel guilty about opening his eyes to the truth of his girlfriend”, Yato blushed to the tip of his ears, but didn’t answered. Daikoku gripped the controller with more strength than necessary, counting on the seconds. Yukine didn’t looked away from the screen. “Anyways, I sent her ass back home and whatever she was planning to do will not happen, what a ridiculous thing to say she didn’t had any idea of who we were!”

“So what?” said a harsh voice rising up from the kotatsu. Yato straightened up, and pierced Yukine with a cold glare. “Am I not able to even pick my own friends anymore?”

“Bah, accept it, you don’t even know who to trust and since you think you can’t trust us since what happened with Viina, you go and search for the first person to come across you”. Daikoku and Kofuku closed their eyes at the same time. Something was indeed about to blow up.

“Viina, Viina! Goddamn it! I would really like for you to stop bringing her up every chance you guys have! I’m sick of all this, Yukine! What the fuck y’think you’re getting with reminding me time and time again it was my fault she left?!” After the yelling, Yukine turned off the console, furious.

“FOR YOU TO DEEP-THINK ABOUT IT, MAYBE!”

“DEEP-THINK ABOUT WHAT?”

“HOW PATHETIC IT IS FOR YOU TO DRAG YOUR ASS AROUND SOME GOOD FOR NOTHING BRAT TO OBTAIN A BIT OF VALIDATION EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HER!”

Yato took Yukine by the arm with violence and led him outside. Daikoku made the intent of standing up, but Kofuku stopped him putting a hand delicately on his arm. Smiling sweetly, she made a negative movement with her head.

“Yatty-chan would never hurt Yuki”, she said, with a spark on her eyes, “he’s not the same as before.”

Daikoku sat down again and looked outside, worried.

Outside, Yato practically threw Yukine against the blue sports car and looked at him with rage, before starting to remove the covering canvas. He took the keys out from his pocket and removed the locks. He opened the driver’s door.

“Get in”, he said. Yukine kept standing next to the car, crossing his arms, “I SAID GET IN!”, insisted Yato with a growl, and Yukine walked around the car reluctantly, closing the door behind him with a bang.

“Where are we going?” he asked, not showing any trace of the attitude he showed seconds before, feeling nervousness building up. Normally, when a fight got to this levels, Yato was the first one in avoiding it, usually by leaving. Something had changed.

Yato put his key on the slot by the wheel and turned the switch on. He looked at Yukine straight in the eye and saw him revolve on his seat. This kind of energy was something the kid had never saw in him. Without answering to the question, Yato turned the stereo on and searched for an unexistent station. Static filled the car’s cabin and Yukine looked at him, confused. Yato didn’t broke visual contact while turning up the static’s volume to an almost unbearable level. The blond turned his face into a pained one while covering his ears.

“Does it hurt?”, Yato yelled.

Yukine looked at him in disbelief while he turned the volume up even more. Even Yato’s face was showing signs of pain.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Yelled Yukine, getting his friend’s hand off the volume button with an upwards slap, turning the volume down and punching the off button.

“That was my brain”, Yato said. The glare in his eyes made it hard to believe he wasn’t telling the truth. He turned the stereo on again and searched a station of calm music. A violin quartet caressed the notes sweetly. “This is my brain when I’m with her.”

Yukine smashed his forehead against the car’s board with a grunt.

“Dammit, dude! Obviously you have feelings for the girl but there’s no need to be so cheesy, you disgust me!”

Yato blushed instantly.

“THAT’S NOT IT!” he kept blabbing seeing the skeptical stare Yukine gave him, “Don’t you understand, Yuki? THE WHOLE TIME something is going through my stupid brain and I’m not able to filter everything… until I met her, at least…. For the first time in a long time there’s silence… I can focus. I know I probably shoulda’ been more careful but…”

Yukine opened the car’s door.

“I already knew you were an idiot”, mumbled Yukine, bitterly, “but I wasn’t aware you were this fucking crazy.”

Yato chuckled.

“I guess I am a bit crazy.”

Yukine got off the car and turned around, talking with his hand on the edge of the door.

“Do whatever you want, ass”, he passed the other hand through his hair, ruffling it, “but think about the fact that whatever happens today onwards would be entirely her fault, and therefore yours, for involving her where she shouldn’t be.”

Yukine closed the door, and Yato got the window down before the kid could go far.

“Say, Yukine, what would you think if I was in your place and Suzuha was Hiyori?”, Yukine froze at the spot, “what would’ve happened if when you invited him over I had showed the same attitude with him that you showed with her… stepping over him, making him feel humiliated?”

“It’s not the same thing…”

“Oh, really? Because it seems to me the circumstances are actually similar, Suzuha comes here all the time and only you know who he is…”

“But I trust him!” he said, hot-headed, turning around again and glaring at Yato with furrowed brows.

“And I trust you. I also trust Hiyori.”

Yukine snorted and kept walking.

“I would have smashed your face in that moment.”

“Apparently the one who’s in love is someone else”, sung Yato in an annoying tone, typical of him.

He immediately got the window up, turned the car’s engine on and pushed play in his stereo’s CD player. While he turned around the fountain to get off the house ground, he watched Yukine’s face turn red as a tomato, but he couldn’t listen the “FUCK OFF!” yell, nor see him throw a handful of gravel that didn’t made it to his car.

  “You’re sure you don’t need any help from us, Hiyori-chan?”, asked Yama. Her and Ami were waving Hiyori off at the school gate.

“That’s very nice of you, guys, but the deal with my brother was taking care of it myself.” Said Hiyori, smiling apologetically, getting ready for an afternoon of hunting event halls, banquet services, florists, invitations…

The idea alone was overwhelming, but she had to begin somewhere. But Hiyori actually knew this was the perfect excuse to stop thinking about all that happened and get distracted from the constant jump to her mind of that pair of bright blue eyes appearing out of nowhere, in completely random situations, passing through any thought. While she was collecting phone numbers in the commercial district, she tried not to pay attention to her surroundings, that talked about him, that was trying for her to remember him painfully with every detail. It was completely inexplicable, even absurd. How could it be so hard to stop seeing someone who you’d barely knew?

An anger wave filled her starting from her stomach to the last fiber of her fingers, cooling them until they began to ache and she had to stop the pen’s movement that was still collecting phone numbers, even with her mind way too far from there. The girl kept walking, trying with all her will to blink until making the growingly bothersome sting at the corner of her eyes to go away. One rub in the eyes with her fists, a bit of a shake with her head, and she was ready to hunt again with a falcon’s eye some other place to collect information. She searched around, at the other sidewalk, trying to sharpen her sight. Maybe if she crossed the street…

She had barely made that choice, and she was shifting her feet to go there, when a loud honk made her jump like never before in her life, and with the heart pounding hurtfully looked at the damn crazy person who had smashed the horn of the blue car right next to her… an electric blue sports car… she had seen that car somewhere…

The tinted window of the co-pilot seat got down slowly, and it wasn’t even halfway down when from the inside of that Subaru WRX came out an extremely familiar voice.

“What happened, Hiyori? Saw a ghost?”

She would recognize that voice anywhere.

“Yato!” Hiyori hurriedly came near to the space left from the window, almost sticking her head in the inside of the car, “what are you doing here?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” he said, giving her a flashing smile, “I’m looking for people without a cellphone to put up an exhibition in a museum.”

“Ha-ha, very funny”, she said, stoic, “does Daikoku-san knows you stole his car?”

The face Yato did couldn’t have been funnier, and Hiyori almost couldn’t hear his reply from the laughter attack she had seeing it.

“Just for you to be aware, miss”, he said, crushing his chest with a hand, indignant, “this is MY car.” Hiyori let out an incredulous sound, and Yato snorted, exasperated, “Are you getting in or not?”

She smiled and opened the co-pilot’s door. She sat down, put her briefcase on the floor between her ankles and buckled her seatbelt.

“Where are we going, Toretto?” Hiyori asked, still smiling. Yato looked at her from head to toe, almost in disbelief. Inside of his head, at that time was nothing but silence. Without answering, his face turned into a mischievous smirk, and looking to the front, he hit the gas.

“Who are those?” asked Hiyori, dipping one French fries in a plastic pot filled with dressing.

“Red Hot Chilli Peppers -d’you really didn’t know this place?” Asked Yato, incredulous, taking one of the French fries of the bag she had.

The crisp-clean mat below Hiyori’s feet squealed when she shifted one of them, seeing them with a little smile. She had been asking him continuously the names of the bands playing the songs on his car’s stereo random setting, and Yato answered each band’s name with the patience and passion of a good teacher; he was indeed more concerned about the fact she had never been in that park in particular. It was a charming spot buried in Tokyo’s bay, in which throughout the years portions of land had been placed in order to be able to build more things. In front of them, like a cutout against the sunset light, they could see the shape of the Diamond and Flower ferris wheel, and Yato insisted to stay until the lights were lit. Meanwhile, they just sat in the car listening music.

Yato relaxed his back against the door, with the window down to allow the smoke of his cigarette to go out. Hiyori looked at him. They hadn’t really gotten into the subject.

“I’m sorry” she said, simply. Yato froze for an instant, but didn’t said anything for a while. He smiled sadly, looking to the front. She couldn’t see the expression in his eyes.

“How long had you knew?” he asked, finally, doubting before continuing, “did you saved me from that accident because I was a member of SHRINE?”

Hiyori doubted too. She actually wasn’t sure Yato was going to believe her.

“To be honest, I hadn’t heard about you until after the accident.”

“I don’t know if that helps me or it’s actually making me feel worse” he said, laughing a bit bitterly. He had relaxed again completely. “Actually, I think the one who needs to apologize here is me… Yukine… he’s…”

“Chill out”, cut Hiyori, shaking her head a little, “Yukine-kun was just a bit defensive.”

“And I really don’t know why to be like that with you, but it was indeed wrong… oh, by the way!” he said, and leaned to the back of the car, getting a pink scarf and Hiyori’s CD, “I didn’t had the change of getting those back to you.”

After a shy “thanks” from Hiyori, Yato returned to the topic.

“Hey, I know it’s not like a big deal but, in case you want, we can invite you over to a rehearsal…”

“COME AGAIN?!”

  I love each and every single one of you! Thank you so much for reading!!!!

[isolavirtuosa]

Post-Post Traumatic: The Second Time 7-8

Post-Post Traumatic [fanfiction] NaruSasu (in progress)

A series of “drabbles” following the events of Post Traumatic.

Previous Parts

The Second Time

7-8 under the cut

- 7 -

             For all Naruto’s protests about being tired, he didn’t seem very interested in sleeping.

           I had barely finished locking the door when he was spinning me around, grasping my face in his hands and kissing me longingly.

           “Hi,” I said when he pulled away.  I touched his cheek, staring into his eyes.

           “Hi,” he echoed. “I just wanna kiss you, okay?”

           I pressed my lips to his, and he opened his mouth.

           We stood in the middle of the room for a long time, mouths moving slowly while hands wandered.

           “Sasuke,” Naruto murmured, breaking away so he could kiss my neck.

           I cradled the back of his head, lips parted in a pant.

           Naruto paused, glancing up at me.  “You look pretty sexy right now.”

           “I always look sexy,” I said, pinching his nose.

           Naruto grinned. “Yeah.  Except when you’re having a temper tantrum.”

           “When the hell do I ever have temper tantrums?  That’s your thing.”

           “We’re getting away from the point.”

           “So what’s the point?”

           “The point is, I can work with this.”

           I looked at him, trying to figure out what he was saying.

           Naruto waggled his eyebrows up and down in that awful way that he thought was suggestive.

           I wasn’t even bothered by it.  “Really?”

           “Yeah, as long as you’re not acting like a dead fish,” he said, pressing close so I could feel his interest.  “I mean, if you want to?”

           “I want to,” I said, and I found myself up against the wall, thighs gripped around Naruto’s waist. I was still flaccid, but I felt different.  Naruto’s kisses made my skin flush.  I touched and I wanted, and it felt good.

           “You seem different,” Naruto said, taking his mouth away from my collarbone.  “I mean, Sasuke Jr. still doesn’t seem interested, but you at least seem interested.”

           “Stop talking,” I said, but I was smiling.

           “Sorry,” Naruto said, kissing my nose.

           I traced my thumb over his upturned lips.

           We were kissing again.

           “Are we doing this here?” Naruto finally asked, breathless and sweaty.

           “Go to the bed,” I said, tracing the shell of his ear with my tongue.

           Naruto shuddered.

           “Don’t want to put out your back.”

           “Bastard,” he muttered, pushing me into the wall a little more roughly than necessary.

           Not that I minded.

           “It was only that one time,” he added, a whine creeping into his voice.  “I’m very strong and masculine.”

           “I can’t touch you the way I want to like this.”

           Naruto already had us at the bed before I could finish my sentence.  He sat on the mattress, and we went back to making out.

           It was easier to push his shirt over his head now.  I kissed his shoulder and down his arm until I reached the edge of his prosthetic.

           Naruto rubbed my back, humming contentedly under my ministrations.

           I felt like I could finally show him how much he meant to me again.  I poured it into every touch of my mouth and hands.

           “Sasuke…” Naruto whispered, his body shaking.  “Hey, I can’t wait anymore…”

           I flicked my eyes up to his from where I was tonguing his bellybutton.  I thought about dragging it out longer, but looking into his imploring eyes, I knew that wasn’t what either of us wanted.  “Lube.”

           Naruto flopped onto his back, letting his hand fumble through the nightstand.

           I tossed off my clothes without any fanfare.

           Naruto sat up, lube in hand, and gaped at me.

           “Have you never seen a naked Uchiha before?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

           “A thousand times,” he said.  “But every time is better than the last.”

           I shook my head. “Get undressed,” I said, holding my hand out for the lube.  I tried not to blush.  I honestly didn’t know how he could say such ridiculous things completely seriously.

           Naruto pulled off his pants with his boxers, and it was my turn to stare.  

           I fumbled the lube, recovered, and tried to play it cool.

           I knew that Naruto saw, though, from the way that he grinned.  He touched himself, staring at me, and my mouth went dry.

           It wasn’t the most elegant of our couplings.  I should have prepped more, and Naruto should have cooled off a little before I straddled his hips and pushed down.  It didn’t last more than a couple of minutes.

           Neither of us cared.

           He was soft inside of me, but we just stayed holding onto one another.

           “I’m sorry,” he finally said, nudging my nose with his.

           “For what?” I asked. It was weird having sex and not coming, but I still felt sleepily sated.

           “I haven’t been, you know… satisfying you lately.”

           “Idiot.”

           “What?”

           “Why are you taking the blame for my dysfunction?  That makes me feel even worse.”

           “What…?  But I’m the one who hasn’t…  And I thought…”

           “What stupid things have you been thinking?” I asked, pinching his cheek.

           “Doesn’t matter,” he said, shaking his head ruefully.  “I’ve missed this.”

           I kissed his forehead.

           “You think that the medication weaning is working?” he asked, poking at my penis.

           I swatted his hand away.

           “Sas’?”

           I met his gaze.

           “You stopped taking it completely, didn’t you?” he said, touching my cheek.

           I looked away and nodded.

           “You stopped taking everything, didn’t you?  All of your meds?”

           “Is it that obvious?”

           “To me, yeah.”

           “Are you going to lecture me?”

           “Is it wrong if I say that I kind of like it?”

           I narrowed my eyes at him.

           “It’s hard to explain, but…  I like you being you.  I like you being… not happier, I don’t know.  Whatever it is that you are right now.”

           I rested my cheek against his shoulder.  “I like it, too,” I said quietly.  “Don’t make me go back on them.”

           “Babe.  Is that how you feel?  That I’m forcing you to take your meds?”

           “…sometimes…”

           I could tell he was about to cry from the way he stiffened up.

           “I would never… you don’t…”

           “Shh,” I soothed, sitting up again and kissing his forehead.  “I know.  It’s fine.  I know.”

           “I’m sorry…”

           “Don’t be sorry, please.”

           “But I-”

           “Why do you always have to ruin sex by crying?”

           “…rude…”

           “Well it’s true!”

           “Is the sex really ruined?” he asked, giving me a long look.

           “No,” I said begrudgingly.  “But pull out already, I’m sore.”

           “You’re the one keeping me in.”

           I flinched as we separated.

           “Miss me already?”

           “Did you have to come so much?  It’s leaking out,” I muttered, standing up.

           “Really?” Naruto asked, turning me around and prying my cheeks open.  “Oh, shit.  That’s nice, baby.  Really, really nice.”

           “Die in a fire,” I muttered.

           “Why are you so terrible to me?”

           “Because you like it.”

           “I don’t,” he protested, rubbing his thumb against my hole.

           “Enough,” I said, pulling away.  I felt my face flaming red as I yanked on a t-shirt and boxers to go to the bathroom. I don’t know why I got embarrassed. I didn’t feel embarrassed.

           Naruto was curled up in bed when I came back.

           I spooned up behind him, nosing the back of his neck.

           “Hey,” he murmured, pulling my hand to his mouth and kissing each finger.  “All cleaned up?”

           “…no…”

           “Heh heh,” he said, turning around and draping his arm over my shoulder.  “Perv.”

           “Who the hell is the perv here?”

           “You, with your butt full of-”

           “Stop talking, Naruto.”

           “Make me.”

           I glared at him.

           He smiled, caressing my cheek.  “Who else is so lucky to still be super attracted to their partner after fifteen years of marriage?”

           “We got married five years ago…”

           “Legally.”

           “Yes, that’s the definition of marriage.”

           “Yeah, but come on. I would say we got married when the Sage branded us with matching tattoos.”

           “When we were seventeen?”

           “Mm.”

           “You are so dumb.”

           “You have reached your limit for mean comments tonight.”

           “Well, you reached your limit for stupid comments.”

           “Sasuke.”

           “Yes, yes, darling, I understand,” I growled irritably.

           “I just start to feel a little unworthy of you, you know?” he said, looking pathetic.

           “Don’t be s-” I started to say and sighed.  “You’re better than I ever deserved.”

           “Okay, but is this low-self-esteem-Sasuke talking, or I’m-a-motherfucking-Uchiha-bitch-Sasuke?”

           I couldn’t help the laugh.  “The latter.”

           Naruto’s grin reached his eyes.

           I pressed my lips to his, and he pulled me in, pushing his tongue against mine.

           The only sound in the quiet desert night was the wet movement of lips and the faint creaking of the bedspring.

           “Hey, love?” Naruto said, settling his cheek against my chest.

           “Mm?” I murmured sleepily.

           “How are you?”

           “Fine?”

           “Come on, you’ve been going through a lot, and I haven’t really been here.”

           “I’m okay.”

           “Promise?”

           “Yeah.  How are you?”

           “Pretty awful, but tonight made things a little better.”

           “Glad my ass has mystical healing properties.”

           Naruto let out a sudden bark of laughter.  “You say really weird things sometimes.”

           “It’s your imagination,” I muttered.  “You tired?”

           “Exhausted.”

           “Go to sleep.”

           “Too anxious.”

           “Well, then now is the perfect time for a cigarette,” I said, sitting up and pulling one out of my pack.

           “You’re gonna get yellow teeth and black lungs,” Naruto muttered, sitting up with me and kissing my neck.

           I shrugged and breathed in the smoke.

           “You are like the vainest person I know, so how does that not bother you?”

           “I’m not vain,” I said. “It’s not vanity if it’s true.”

           “Yes it freaking is,” Naruto said, taking a drag from the cigarette before putting it back between my lips.  “Maybe I should buy you a dictionary.”

           I rested my head against his while I smoked.  We hadn’t been this physical in months, and I was soaking it up.

           “I’m serious though,” he said.

           “About?”

           “You’re okay?  What did Maiko say about you going off your meds? What’s the plan?”

           I didn’t answer.

           Naruto sighed. “You didn’t talk to her at all? Have you even seen her since you stopped taking them?”

           I didn’t answer again.

           “Babe.”

           “No lectures.”

           “Too bad.  You’re being irresponsible.  I’ll support you going off your meds, but you need to talk to Maiko.  You know you have to find different coping mechanisms.”

           “I’m coping just fine.”

           “Babe.”

           “I’m fine,” I said, finally pushing him away.  We had left lovey-dovey land and were heading straight for a brawl.

           “Sasuke…”  He could make my name sound like the world was ending.

           I took a deep breath. Recognize the bad behaviors. “Let’s go talk to Maiko tomorrow.”

           Naruto relaxed.  “Okay, I have a meeting, but… no, whatever, fuck the meeting.  Whenever you want.”

           “It’s not that serious.”

           “Sasuke.  I want this to work.  Okay?  Let’s do this right.”

           “Fine,” I said.  I stamped out my cigarette in the ashtray.

           Naruto started pushing chakra into me, and I felt it moving inside, wrapping around my lungs.

           “Is the kyuubi the cure for lung cancer?” I asked, nudging him so we could lie down again.

           “I hope so,” Naruto murmured, sinking into the mattress. His eyelids were heavy.  “You sure you’re okay?  Your insides feel all… jumbly.”

           “Yeah.”

           “Maiko said going straight off the haloperidol without reducing the dosage could make you sick, honey.”

           “Yes.”

           Naruto’s eyes were closed now, but his hand was on my hip, thumb under my shirt and rubbing the skin.  “How bad was it?”

           “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

           “Karin was here with you?”

           “Yeah.”

           “You’d tell me, though.  Right?  If you couldn’t handle it.”

           “I’d tell you.”

           “Mmkay.  I love you, my feisty Uchiha prince.”

           “Dummy.”

           “Night…” he mumbled, already half asleep.

           I kissed his forehead and watched him sleep.

 - 8 -

             Maiko was not impressed.

           “You’re really fucking dumb, Uchiha, you know that?”

           Naruto sat wide-eyed in the corner, watching us both.

           “Shut up, Maiko, like you’re even surprised,” I said, taking a long drag from my cigarette.  My hand was shaking, which I found unbelievably irritating.

           “I want you to see a doctor,” she said, scribbling something on a piece of paper and handing it to Naruto.

           Naruto looked confused.

           “To check up on your withdrawal symptoms, possibly prescribe you some medications.”

           “Medications to go off my medications?” I muttered.

           “Aren’t you a doctor?” Naruto asked, scratching his head.

           “He needs a full checkup,” Maiko said.  “Like I haven’t noticed that you already chugged two cups of tea in the five minutes that you’ve been here.  And the way you’re shaking.  What other fun little symptoms do you have?”

           I shrugged.

           “Are you seeing things?  Any psychosis?”

           “No,” I said.

           “Then you’re damn lucky,” she said with an irritated sigh. “The reason I wanted you to taper off of it gradually is, as I already explained to you in great detail the last time we spoke, the very high risk of a relapse when you quit cold turkey.”

           “Father hasn’t been whispering in my ear,” I said. “Hasn’t even shown his face.”

           “Thank god for small favors.”

           Naruto looked freaked out.

           “I’m fine,” I said, frowning at him.

           “I trust you,” he said with a weak smile.

           “Do you?’

           “Of course,” he said, coming over to me and resting his hand on my shoulder.  “This is the decision that you made, and I’m gonna support you however I can.”

           “Thank you.”

           “Ugh, Naruto, go away,” Maiko said.

           “What?!  Why?!”

           “I want to talk to Sasuke alone.”

           Naruto looked to me and I nodded.

           Maiko spent the rest of the session making sure that I wasn’t having a psychotic break and that I didn’t want to kill myself.

           I wasn’t and I didn’t.

           I wasn’t happy.  I didn’t feel good. But I felt okay.

           She also called up the doctor that she had recommended to me and set up an appointment later in the afternoon.

           “Did your dick at least get hard after all of this?” she asked as I was getting ready to leave.

           I gave her a sullen look.

           “I could write you a prescription for viagra.”

           “Die in a fire.”

           “Only if you come with me.”

           “It’s been a pleasure.”

           “Yeah, thanks for always being the most interesting patient in Suna.”

           Naruto was waiting for me like a little lost puppy. “I gotta go to my meeting.”

           “Go,” I said, indulging him in a brief public display of affection.

           “Okay,” he said, tucking the paper that Maiko gave him in my back pocket.  “I’ll meet you after your appointment.  Dunno what Shika’s so worked up about.”

           “Probably because Shukaku’s missing,” I said as we walked.

           “Wait, what?”

           “Heard from a source this morning.”

           “Of course you did,” Naruto said, scratching at the back of his neck.  “Ugh. This is something big, isn’t it?”

           “Could be.”

           “Come to Gaara’s and wait for me if I don’t meet you at the doctor’s.”

           “Yeah, sure.”

           The doctor gave me a few prescriptions, and marveled at how healthy I was for a pack-a-day smoker. Maybe Naruto really was onto something with that healing chakra he was always pumping into me.

           Everyone important was at the meeting, but a low-ranking jonin let me sit in the waiting room outside of the kazekage’s office.  I read my book and tried to ignore the constricting feeling in my chest that made it hard to breathe.

           Naruto came out of the office, dragging his feet.  “Hey, beautiful, did you wait long?” he asked, sliding an arm around my waist.

           “An hour.”

           “Is that long?” Naruto asked, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand.

           “Let’s go home.”

           “Mm, what’d the doc say?”

           “That I’m very healthy.”

           “I can’t help but notice that large pharmacy bag you’re carrying.”

           “To make sure I stay healthy.”

           “Good,” he said, fingers digging into my hip.

           I touched his hand and he relaxed a little.

           Shikamaru came over to us.  “Sasuke.”

           “Shikamaru.”

           “Naruto said you already knew about Shukaku.”

           “Yes.”

           “Any leads on his whereabouts?”

           I shrugged.

           “Any leads on his whereabouts, and Naruto is willing to pay you?” he corrected himself.

           “Why do I always hafta pay?” Naruto muttered.

           “Because we don’t have any cash, and I’m not really up to paying with my body,” Shikamaru said.

           “So I’m just a whore to you,” Naruto said, gesturing wildly with his free hand.

           “I haven’t heard anything,” I said.  “Yet.”

           “This is a top priority for us,” Shikamaru said, gaze meeting mine steadily.  “You hear anything…”

           I nodded.

           Naruto was obviously bothered by what was going on, so he talked about ramen the whole way home like an idiot.

           We all knew that the most obvious reason for a missing tailed beast was that someone was collecting them.

           Jugo sent me a message a week later, about rumors of a jinchuuriki in the Land of Earth.

           “I’m probably gonna hafta go myself,” Naruto said, looking tired.

           “It’s just a rumor.”

           “If it’s coming from you, then it’s more than just a rumor.”

           A small anbu team was sent to investigate.

           They didn’t find anything.

           “Maybe he’s just hibernating or something,” Naruto suggested.

           “What does the kyuubi think?” I asked, then just slipped into Naruto’s mind to ask him myself.

           “You could ask before you just come barging in,” Naruto said irritably.

           “Sometimes we get tired,” Kurama said, sizing me up lazily.

           “Is that what you think happened to Shukaku?” I asked.

           “No.”

           Then it was time for the chuunin exam.

           “Come with me, please?”

           “…fine…”

           I joined the caravan of Suna and Konoha ninjas heading for the Land of Water.  Suigetsu was already there, and he had some contacts for me to meet with.  Everything seemed to be working out just right.

           I had a panic attack the first night out.

           Naruto put a genjutsu over us, hiding me away from prying eyes.

           “I want to go home,” I cried into his neck.

           “Shh, okay, baby, okay,” he soothed.  “We can go right now if you want.”

           “Please,” I whispered, clinging to him.  “Please.”

           “Okay, but look at me,” he said, grasping my face.  “Come on, look at me.”

           I was all over the place. My anxiety was crippling.  I couldn’t calm down.

           Naruto held me and rocked me, humming a stupid song my mother used to sing to me.

           “Why can’t I be normal?”

           “Normal is boring,” Naruto murmured.

           I finally looked up at him, eyes narrowed.  “You like it when I’m a mess.”

           “That’s right, bastard, I love it,” he said, smoothing the hair from my eyes.  “My unreachable, flawless partner isn’t so perfect after all. And look at you crying.  Ha.  Always calling me a crybaby.  Who’s the crybaby now, Uchiha?”

           The pain in his eyes was tangible.

           “Don’t do that,” I said, a smile hinting at my lips.  “You’re not believable anymore.”

           “Was I ever?”

           “When we were kids, a little bit, yeah.”

           “Imagine if we had been friends when we were little kids…”

           “Why?”

           “Just seems like such a waste.”

           “We’re friends now.”

           “Did you just call me your friend?” Naruto asked with a snort.

           “Can we just forget this entire conversation?” I muttered.

           “So you don’t want to go home anymore?”

           I scrubbed the last wetness from my eyes.  “No, I need to go home.”

           “Okay.”

           I looked around the dark tent.  My pack was in the corner.  If I just grabbed that, I could move straight out.

           “Let’s get some sleep first,” Naruto said, following my sightline.

           “You sleep, I’ll go.”

           “I’m going with you.”

           “You have the Chuunin Exam.”

           “They’ll survive without me.  I mean there are two hokages.”

           “I don’t want to be the reason you don’t go.”

           “Then how about being the excuse I need to take a break?”

           I eyed him warily.

           “Come on, sweetness. Let’s take a power nap and then head home.”

           I let him pull me into his sleeping bag, feeling miserable.

           Naruto passed out, dead asleep.

           I thought about just going home by myself.  It’s what I would usually do, but I knew it would piss off Naruto.  Recognize the bad behaviors and fucking stop them.

But I couldn’t stop.

           I felt like I was enslaved to my diseased brain.  I didn’t want to be lying here, pathetic like a child, begging to go home.  It made no sense to the last shred of me with any sanity.  Why was I panicking?  What was I anxious about?  Why were there tears in my eyes?

           I couldn’t vocalize the answer to any of those questions. I just knew that I had to get away.

           I thought about all the pills I’d thrown away.  Maybe they hadn’t been so bad.  Everything just felt too raw, and I needed to take the edge off.

           “Sasuke,” Naruto murmured, eyes still closed.  “Your chakra’s hurting me.”

           I was definitely losing control.  “Naruto.”

           He opened his eyes, tired but worried.

           “I can’t stay here.”

           “Okay, let’s go.”

           “You need to go to the Chuunin Exam.”

           He studied my face.  “Probably.  But you don’t look good.”

           “I’ll be fine.”

           “We’re a day’s travel from home…”

           “I said that I’ll be fine.”

           “Well I won’t be,” he said, burrowing into my chest.

           “Why not?”

           “First of all, because I’ll be worried about you.  Duh,” he said.

           I rolled my eyes.  I knew he couldn’t see it, but he knew that I was doing it.

           “And second of all,” he continued, “I don’t want to go by myself…  And don’t make a comment about me being a teenage girl!”

           “Why would I when you did it for me?”

           “I know I’m being childish, okay?  But all those people’s hatred directed at me…  I could deal with it if you were with me, but…”

           “You don’t need me to deal with it,” I said, pulling on his hair.

           “But I feel so much cooler and more confident when you’re with me…”

           That was kind of cute, and I kissed the top of his head.  “Pathetic.  Man up and be the damn hokage.”

           “But why can’t Sakura do iiiiiit…?”

           “I’m gonna go,” I said, pushing him away and moving towards the exit.

           “Okay, be safe. love,” he said, following me outside.

           “Yeah,” I said, pecking him on the lips.

           Sai was watching us from the trees.

           “I’ll be manlier and cooler when I come home,” Naruto promised.

           I snorted and left.

           I was glad he didn’t insist on coming with me.  I needed to be alone.

           There was a town a couple of hours away from our camp.  I made good time, and quickly moved down the darkened streets, looking for what I needed.

           A light blazed in front of the door.

           I stepped inside and was enveloped in a haze of perfumed smoke.

           I just needed to take the edge off.  That’s how I stayed in control.

[bigcheeksandabigheart]

All the ways to say 'I Love You' (an on going series!)

ok. ayt. see this is very short and mostly fluff! do not expect a lot!

“No trying to take girls home because there’ll be one here waiting to give you a can of whoop ass!”

“Yes ma'am. No girls. But I can take home boys. Gots it.”

“Yah!” Jinri physically kicked at the pillow by her feet, and despite the nature of her whining, a stupid grin was pulling on either side of her lips. To be brutally honest, she didn’t really believe that Jay would attempt or even consider to come home with an unnecessary guest, she merely didn’t want to hang up just yet.

“C'mon, Ri. After that show you pulled off yesterday, how do you expect me to be looking at anyone else, hmm?” Jay cooed from the other end of the phone. And based on that awfully smug hum, Jinri could picture just how proud his expression was.

The blonde couldn’t help but blush at the mention of last night. Of the sex-positive musical stylings of Chris Brown and weeks of twerking in front of a mirror – she owed herself at least the right to brag. But alas, still unbelieving of how well her lap dance went, Jinri simply stumbled upon how to reply and ultimately gave Jay even more of a reason to call her a virgin.

“P-piss off! That was embarrassing, okay? I. I don’t know how or what possessed me last night that compelled my butt to clap like it did…but! I assure you, mister, you won’t be seeing such a thing again for a very long time!”

A snort was heard along with a hum that dripped with sarcasm. “Sure I won’t,” Jay chuckled before he flicked a knowing gaze at the space in front of him, as if he was actually facing Jinri. “Anyway, I better go, don’t stay up and get some sleep, yeah?”

“Don’t get too wasted!”

“No promises.”

“I mean, just don’t do anything dangerous or stupid!”

“You’re worrying too much. Your face is going to get stuck like that and you’re already ugly enough as you are.”

“You’re so mean,” Jinri huffed and let her face relax, even consciously reaching a hand to her forehead to rub at the space between her eyebrows. “Alright fine, I’ll see you later then, doyoy. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, baby.”

At the ungodly hour of 3 am, Seo Jinri would usually be fast asleep, jaw slacked and snoring it up, probably dreaming about Nazis. But Jay had other plans.

With her hands pulling him by the armpits, using every bit her strength which was probably the equivalent of a daisy’s, Jinri dragged her wasted boyfriend across the carpet. Of course, to someone like her, who was 153 centimetres of soft fat, it was a piece of cake. 

Except the cake was made of muscle and was a good 20 centimetres taller than her and wasn’t a cake.

It was a full grown man.

“Honestly, Cha Cha could have done this himself,” she grunted before pausing to take a break. PSA, after rudely interrupting Jinri’s sleep with his incessant knocking, Cha Cha thought it’d be a great idea to leave Jay’s body by the door. Obviously, no one was sober enough to consider the fact that Jinri’s arms were made for opening the fridge and not for pulling a passed out, eighty-something kilogram dickhead. A cute dickhead. But a dickhead nonetheless. Literally by the foot of their bed, the girl’s tired tush collapsed to the floor with a huff, “you’re so fat.” She gazed down at her lover, breathing a little heavier than usual from the fatigue, and expected him to clap back. But she was only met by quiet, indistinguishable murmuring and the explicit scent of alcohol and vomit. Jinri laughed by herself and poked the tip of Jay’s nose. “Stupid, you can’t sleep on the ground.

Despite this, the freelance model wriggled away from underneath Jay’s body to gather the blanket and pillows into her arms before dropping them beside her boyfriend’s body. 

“At least not like that.” Jinri got back down onto her haunches and started to remove Jay’s shoes, the socks followed before Jinri started to unbuckle his belt. Hah, no, Jay was not about to get some drunk head. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was head over heels for the sleeping headass, she would have left him by the doorway and continued having unorthodox dreams. But her beauty sleep would come at the expense of her love’s safety. Like, what if he starts choking on his own vomit during his sleep? Or a crazy fan finds him there and decides to kidnap him for some weird dominatrix shit? And worse case scenario would be that he realizes what little care she has for him and then boom. He bounces.

You get the point.

And as Jinri attempted to take off the belt, Jay stirred and mumbled in his sleep.

“H…hero’s going to get you,” he slurred and pathetically brushed Jinri’s fingers away from his hip. The younger girl blinked and leaned in closer so she can actually understand what he was going on about. “My girlfriend’s really sensitive so I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t suck my dick.”

Jinri couldn’t help the loud ‘aw’ that filled the room. She loomed over him and moved one hand to caress the side of his face.

“Baby, it’s me,” Jinri cooed before she let herself plop down beside him. She stared at him endearingly, albeit his visage was consumed by the dark, while carefully lifting his head to prop a pillow under him.

Jay’s brows lifted in acknowledgment but his eyes remained shut. He blindly snaked his arm around her waist before pulling himself into her warmth, while Jinri threw the blanket over both of them.

“Don’t cry, I told her to go away. I only want your slim-thick lips,” he rambled on and mustered to flash a goofy, closed smile. And just as his girlfriend grazed those slim thicc lips against his, Jay swerved his head away with a whine. “Nooo…I’ll taste like barf.”

This had Jinri grinning before she leaned in to peck his cheek. She carefully tugged his chin to have him face her once more and proceeded to peer in. Close enough that their lips brushed over each other as she whispered.

“I don’t mind.”

[whumperooni]

Just thinking about being Keigo's sweet little sis always acting like a little house wife and everytime Touya comes over he always calls you a cute little cumdump

/sighs dreamily

Oh, to be Keigo’s sister-wife and have his best frenemy tease and bully you while you try your best not to whine and stay a Good Girl and a Good Hostess ♡

I, uh, took liberties as per usual- hopefully ya like it, nonny!

tw incest, tw faux incest, tw misogyny, tw breeding kink (mentions of breeding but not the action), tw slight mindbreak/trained behavior, human ashtray, ass eating, blowjobs, tw degradation

“Hey, Touya’s comin’ over later, sis. Can ya make some extra dinner?”

Oh...oh no. And here you thought you’d get a week free from Touya Todoroki.

You bite your lip, but you quickly fix a sweet smile on your face whenever your big brother looks your way and nod as you clasp your hands tight behind your back.

“Of course, nii-san.”

Keigo rewards you with a smile and a pat to your head and that makes it a little better.

You really shouldn’t be bothered by your big brother’s friend coming over, but Touya is...well. Touya is...he’s a lot to deal with.

He’s constantly teasing and taunting you- swatting your butt whenever you walk by and leering over your dresses and the way they show off your legs. He tugs you closer by your apron strings and constantly leaves cigarette butts all over the house, has you flinging open the windows as soon as he leaves so you can try to air it out. He likes to taunt you whenever he catches you folding Keigo’s clothes and he always always drawls out some snide tease about you being such a good housewife, makes you blush whenever he grabs your chin and “jokes” about taking you home so you can pick up after him instead.

Keigo tells you to be a good girl and a good host when his friends come over and you try your very best to, but Touya makes it very hard sometimes- he just loves to fluster and pester you.

Your big brother’s other friends can be crude and vexing, too, but Touya definitely takes the cake.

He’s handsome, at least. That does make it a bit more bearable whenever you kneel down to take care of his needs like your big brother taught you to.

A good hostess should always take care of guests- no matter their needs, no matter how rude and taunting they can be, no matter how much they poke and prod and take delight in teasing.

You’re always a good hostess. Keigo expects you to be a good girl and you do your best to meet his expectations- no matter how difficult it may be sometimes.

You begin making dinner at five and it’s ready at half past six. By the time you’re sliding it out of the oven, there’s a knock on the door.

Right on time.

You quickly wipe your hands on your apron and hurry to the front door, smooth your hair and plaster a smile on your face before opening it. Touya smirks whenever you greet him with a “Good afternoon, Todoroki-san. It’s nice to see you again.”

You’re pushed past before you can invite him inside and that rankles against your polite nature, has you biting your cheek to keep from frowning.

Touya doesn’t have much in the way of manners, but you still must stay sweet and cordial to him- your big brother expects it and you so dearly want to make him proud.

“Oi, where’s birdbrain?”

A huff nearly leaves you, but you keep it held in- smile on your face as you tilt your head and gesture toward the living room.

“Nii-san is playing Battlefield,” you inform him. “Please join him while I plate dinner.”

“Fuckin’ sweet.”

He leaves without another glance to you and you breathe a sigh of relief once he’s out of sight, place your hand to your heart and shake your head.

Hopefully he’ll be tame tonight.

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“-said he’s got the top shit, but we know all he can get is trash.”

“He’s so pathetic; he really is such a poser.”

“Can’t get nothin’ but stupid freshman with that crap- and he can barely get ‘em.”

Keigo laughs while Touya snorts and you carefully pick up their beer bottles, their plates. A squeak leaves your lips whenever Touya’s hand swats at your butt and you nearly drop the bottles when he gives it a squeeze.

“Hey, bring me another.”

“Of course, Todoroki-san.”

Touya sneers at your obedience and the way you smile sweetly at him, swats at your rump again as you walk away. That one stings and you press your lips together once you’re out of sight, furrow your brows.

Touya hasn’t been that bad tonight, but he’s still only three beers in- this next one will probably push him more into his teasing ways.

A sigh leaves you as you gather two beers from the fridge, but you dutifully head back to the living room. Keigo kisses your cheek when you give him his, but Touya grabs you by the back of your apron strings and pulls you down into his lap- a harsh bark of laughter leaving him whenever you squawk in surprise.

“T- Todoroki-san!”

“Aw, cut that shit out,” he tells you, one hand slipping onto your thigh and squeezing while the other keeps a firm hand on your waist. “You know what I like to be called.”

You do, but that doesn’t mean you really want to call him that.

You do want to be a good girl and a good hostess, though. And that means keeping guests happy- no matter what they demand from you.

You stifle a pout and bite your lip, glance over to your brother and then back at Touya before mumbling a reluctant, “I’m sorry, Touya-nii.”

“That’s a good girl.��

A blush flares on your cheeks and you try your best not to squirm whenever he rubs at your thigh, when you feel a certain hard bump against you.

You know what’s coming next.

Touya’s hand glides higher and you spread your legs like you’re expected to, bite your lip and curl your fingers into the skirt of your dress as you lift it up and out of the way. Your flush deepens a little whenever he lets out a rough laugh, but there’s a certain spark of pride that lights inside whenever he drawls out,

“You really do got her trained well, birdbrain. What a good little whore.”

Keigo grins lazily and a soft noise leaves you when he nods in agreement, when his hand smooths over his crotch.

“That’s my sis for ya,” Keigo hums out- proud and almost fond as he watches the way your breath hitches when spindly fingers stroke over your slit.

“Shoulda invited the others over,” Touya murmurs, poking at your hole and pressing his thumb to your clit. “Such a cute lil cumdump needs to be filled to the brim.”

A whine leaves you and fluster at the words, fluster when Touya smirks and works a finger inside of you.

“They’re busy screwin’ each other,” Keigo huffs out- one hand waving around and the other taking his cock out. “Those virgins don’t deserve good pussy anyways.”

Your cheeks darken further and something inside of you squirms- Keigo only talks like this when he’s around Touya and it’s something you can never get used to, something that you just have to bear despite the way it makes you want to shy away.

You can’t shy away from your big brother or his friend- you have to be a good girl, have to act like big brother has taught you, have to stay in the role of an obedient little housewife, a warm and obliging hostess.

It’s your duty. It’s your pride.

(It’s your pathetic lot in life)

Another finger slips inside your cunny and you gasp softly, let out a tiny moan as they curl up and grind into you. Touya snorts and you  bite your lip when he slips them out of you, when he wraps his lips around them and gives a loud suck.

“I’m never gonna get tired of that taste.”

You blush and you clench your dress tighter, squirm with a little bit of pride. Keigo smiles at you whenever you look over at him and he lazily strokes over his cock, fists it as he props his elbow on the arm of his chair and leans his cheek into his palm.

“Manners, sis,” he coos.

Oh, how could you forget?

You look back to Touya and you murmur a meek, “Thank you, Touya-nii. I’m pleased you like it.”

That gets a snort from him and a squeeze to your hip- fingers digging deep into you and forcing you to hide a flinch.

Touya is much more rough with you than your big brother.

Though, he can get rough too- especially when the others are visiting.

You bite your lip, again, and peek your eyes up at Touya, sigh internally before asking,

“May I take care of you, Touya-nii?”

He laughs- the sound rough, the grin mocking- and he smacks your thigh, grins only wider when you tense up at the sting.

“Get on your knees, doll.”

You do.

You slide down to the floor and on your knees, look up at him from between his legs. To the side, you hear the shlick of your big brother stroking himself and it has you pressing your thighs together, nearly squirming in your spot.

You’d rather take care of Kiego, but guests come first- it’s only polite for the hostess to take care of guests before others.

You take Touya’s cock out and give it a small stroke, tuck your hair behind your ear before leaning forward and laving your tongue over his shaft. Above you, there’s the sound of a cap popping off a bottle and you close your eyes as you take in your big brother’s friend’s cock into your mouth, as you suckle at his head.

The two begin talking about something- you don’t know what, can’t quite care about it- and you do your best to please Touya, swallow him down and make him happy.

Or, at least, make him come.

At one point, it would have been embarrassing the way you grow wet as you dutifully suck your guest’s cock. At one point, you would have been frustrated and upset how your displeasure with a rude, teasing man gets forgotten with each bob of your head, each little whimper that coincides with the way your cunt gently throbs. At one point, you would be distraught with pleasing a man besides your older brother.

But you’ve long past that point and you’ve reached one where you only let out soft, muffled mewls as you throat Touya’s cock, where your lashes flutter as he ignores you only to press your head lower, where you grow wet as your big brother laughs in the background and watches as you give little kitten licks to his friend’s balls.

You’ve learned to get pleasure from giving pleasure and it’s not long before your flush is from need instead of embarrassment, your thighs are damp from the orgasm slowly building within you despite not being touched.

Fingers curl into your hair and mess it all up. You groan as Touya rocks his hips up and fist the skirt of your dress, pant softly whenever he pulls you off his cock and jerks your head back to make you look up at him.

“Hey- why aren’t there any ashtrays out?”

Panic snaps through you and your eyes widen, something upset ripples through you when you realize that you forgot something so basic.

You’re a terrible hostess.

“I- I’m sorry, Touya-nii! I didn’t- I didn’t mean to-”

A click of his tongue cuts you off and you wilt under his annoyance, feel little tears prick at you as shame washes through you. You don’t whine when he grips your jaw with his free hand and you don’t try to jerk away as he squeezes it hard. Your mouth pops open and you keep it open as he huffs, tremble as he looks you over with hooded eyes.

“I guess this’ll do.”

You nearly wince when he brings his cigarette close to your face, choke on your spit when he places it between your lips and taps the ashes onto your tongue. Keigo doesn’t say anything- he only lets out a low groan- and you gag on the taste, leak a tear down your cheek as you try not to heave. Touya smirks at you and he traces a finger along your jawline, taps your face with just enough force to keep from being called a smack.

Keigo doesn’t let his guests smack you- it’s one of his only rules and for that you are grateful.

It still doesn’t keep you from whimpering and it still doesn’t keep you from wincing when Touya leans his face down closer to yours.

“Next time put them out.”

You nod the best you can and mumble out a garbled “yesh, Touya-nii.” as you struggle to swallow the ash in your mouth.

Your mouth tastes awful. You want to cry.

A second hand to your hair startles you and you blink as your big brother leans into your line of sight, as you catch the sight of his smile through your blurry eyes. The way he strokes your hair is light, soothing and you relax a little with it, loosen the death grip you have on your dress.

“Aw, sis, that must taste bad. Here- let me help wash it away.”

You expect to given a sip of beer, but Keigo just tilts your head back more and squeezes at your jaw- more gentle than Touya but still a little rough. Your mouth pops open once more and you squeak whenever he grins, whine softly when a boot slides between your thighs and presses against your pussy.

Keigo graces you with a loving smile and then his lips purse, spit dribbles down into your mouth. A choked whimper leaves you and more tears form, wet your lashes. Touya laughs as he watches you struggle not to jerk away, when you almost choke again as the spit slides down your throat.

You swallow and you mumble out a teary little, “Thank you, Keigo-nii” once you’re able, find some small scraps of pleasure whenever he kisses your forehead and murmurs a “Good girl” in return.

That makes it easier- that makes this all worth it.

You shiver and close your eyes once he pulls away, allow yourself to be dragged back to Touya’s cock. He grunts whenever you swallow him down and you grimace over the taste of spit and ash and salty pre-cum, shudder whenever the toe of his boot grinds against you.

“Yeah, that’s a good cumdump,” Touya groans- fingers curling back into your hair and cigarette dangling between his lips. “Such a fuckin’ good lil slut suckin’ me off.”

The words shouldn’t bring a moan from you, but they do- you can’t help but flush at the praise and you can’t help the way you whimper either when the toe of his boot nudges at your clit. You do your best to swallow him down fully and you tremble when his hips cant against your face.

“Dude, you won’t believe what Tenko just said.”

And just like that, the attention is off of you. Touya still fucks into your throat and your big brother still strokes his dick, but they both get drawn into some conversation about their friend and practically ignore you while you kneel and bob your head along your guest’s length.

It’s disappointing but, honestly, it does make everything easier too.

And, besides- a hostess doesn’t need attention; she should be more focused on being helpful, pleasing her guests.

And that’s what you do- you throat Touya’s cock and you gently fondle his balls, you tongue at his piercings and hum quietly as you take him down all the way down to the root. You do everything that he likes and you do it well- ignoring your own throbbing need and the way you want to grind against his boot, ignoring the conversation and their laughter and the way Touya ashes his cigarette into your hair.

You know Touya is about to come whenever he places a hand to the back of your head. He forces you all the way down and you do your best to relax your throat, whimper and choke a little as he grinds his dick into you and grunts.

“Fuuuuck yeah, bitch. Take it- fuckin’ take it.”

Tears drip from your lashes as you gag and Touya groans as your throat spasms around his cock. You try so very hard to breathe through your nose, but it gets hard to do so whenever he rocks roughly into your throat. The little choked whimpers that leave you only serve to make him snap his hips against your face even more viciously and you tremble from it- face turning darker and lashes fluttering as your eyes threaten to roll back.

“Fuckin’ god,” Touya groans. “Love this throat- ain’t nothin’ like a cute lil cumdump.” More tears fall, but the praise helps keep you from outright sobbing, has you pathetically trying to run your tongue over his length even as you desperately fight against your gag reflex. “Gonna fuckin’ breed this throat. Better take it, whore. Better fuckin’ take it.”

A strangled sob forces its way from you and you nod the best you can- blackened tears streaming mascara down your cheeks, face flushed from being unable to breathe, eyes red and wet, cunt throbbing from lack of attention and the need that your big brother has taught you to gain from all this.

Touya snarls as you look up at him- teeth bared in a grin and cheeks flushed, eyes almost manic. He puts both hands to the back of your head and he tilts his hips back, snaps them forward so hard it rattles your brain. You gag, but he keeps on- forcing your head still as he pistons his cock into your drooling mouth, rolling his own back with a groan as he fucks your throat.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Keigo grunts from the side. “Doin’ such a good job, sis. Such a good girl. You fuckin’ love it, don’t you? You love suckin’ all my friends’ dicks and being a good lil cumdump. You love bein’ a good housewife and takin’ care of us all.”

You do. You do you do you do.

The tears that slip down your cheeks this time aren’t from the desperate need to breathe or Touya’s harsh rocks. This time they’re from your big brother’s words, the way your need shoots up so, so fast and has you shaking, on the verge of coming.

Touya’s boot shifts and you see stars, seize up and desperately scratch perfectly manicured nails over the hardwood floor. Touya moans and he starts to come as you do- hands forcing your head down all the way and his cock shooting white hot spurts down your abused throat as your wet, wet, wet pussy jerks along his boot and makes it shine.

You swallow him down the best of you can despite your fuzzy mind and swimming vision, cough and pant but obediently open your mouth whenever he pulls you back by the hair. Touya smirks and he pats your cheek condescendingly, snickers and looks satisfied over the way he’s made you go from looking like a perfectly put together housewife to a fucked out little whore.

You keep your mouth open as your big brother walks over and you look up at him with half-shut eyes- flushed and tired and letting out stunted little whimpers as your poor throat aches. Keigo just smiles down at you and strokes your hair- gentle as he places the tip of his cock into your mouth, soothing as he traces your cheek with a finger as he jerks himself off.

When he comes, you swallow it down too- eyes closing and a soft noise leaving you, your hands curling into loose fists as he slides his dick into your throat and sheathes himself as he spills his seed into you.

You go a little limp when he pulls back and away, but you look at them both with a tired, sweet, slightly unfocused smile, dutifully murmur out, “Thank you, Touya-nii. Thank you, Keigo-nii. Is there- is there anything more I can do for you?”

The words are a little slurred, a little hoarse. Touya still grins over them, though, and Keigo still pats your head in reward of you being a good girl and being attentive to their needs.

“Get us some more beers, babe,” Keigo orders casually while tucking his cock away.

You nod and get to your feet slowly, wince from the ache in your knees and the tremble in your thighs. Your heels click out of rhythm with the first few steps you take and you have to hide a whine whenever Touya stops you with a tug to your apron.

“I want that cute little face buried in my ass when you come back,” he drawls out- so casual and grinning so lazily. “Got it?”

If you were a lesser woman, you would flinch and cringe. But, you’re not- you’re a good girl, a good little sister, a good housewife, a good hostess.

So you smile at him instead- hair a wreck and makeup ruined, the taste of cum coating your mouth.

“Of course, Touya-nii. It would be my pleasure.”

Touya snorts at the chirped words and he smacks your ass, pushes you toward the kitchen.

“So fuckin’ get to it.”

You nod and you scurry toward the kitchen- heels clicking away and dress swishing along your thighs, apron still gleaming at starched to perfection despite what you’ve already been through tonight.

“I’d kill to have a little sister like that. Let me have her, will ya?”

You can’t help but smile at the words, smile at the way Keigo laughs and drawls back, “Sorry, but she’s all mine.”

That’s right- you belong to Keigo, you belong to your big brother.

No matter how many times his friends have come down your throat and creamed your pussy.

You gather the beers from the fridge and you smile as you head back to the living room- eager and ready to be a good hostess once more, proud as Keigo gives you an approving look whenever you kneel before Touya and run your tongue over his puckered hole.

You’re a good hostess. You’ll keep being a good hostess, too- anything to keep your brother happy, anything to earn the praise you crave.

You hum as you eat out Touya’s ass and you let your eyes shut- mind wandering to the dishes you need to do and the clothes you need to fold as you dutifully attend to your guest’s desires.