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thekillingmoonmoon · 1 year

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blood money, red velvet

Part of the Yakuza!JJK Collab with @cursedmoonchild

All characters depicted are over 18 years of age. Please do not copy, use, or repost this content without explicit permission of the creator.

Pairing: Choso x Fem! Reader x Yuki Warnings: NSFW, smut, threesomes, wlw, face sitting, oral, mutual masturbation, cum eating, choking, brief descriptions blood, brief description of death (murder), brief description of gang violence, mention of drugs (maybe), pet names: Yuki calls reader “darlin, “sweet thing” “princess” “doll”, Choso calls her “pretty thing” “little one” “love”, reader do be kinda freaky because she really just goes for it Synopsis: You need help, desperately. And Yuki is your last chance. But what if Yuki’s compensation is different from what you expected? Length: 5k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“No deal.” She was golden, her hair dripping sweet sunlight as she leaned back in the chair across from you. Burnt umber eyes giggled at you over the rim of her drink and she left scarlet lipstick stains on her glass. You sighed, deflating into the lush upholstery of the luxurious velvet couch. You knew that tonight’s endeavour was a long shot, one chance in a million. And you had lost. Tsukumo Yuki had been your last hope, but she had refused, and now, all you had left was blood on your hands.

“Yuki…” the voice behind you melted like dark chocolate over your tongue, bittersweet as you tasted the sympathy in its tones. Kamo Choso, the mediator for tonight’s negotiations, loomed over your shoulder to retrieve his drink, his dark eyes never leaving the crackling space between you and his long-term partner. He was well known for his professionalism during negotiations with Yuki, never showing any bias between involved parties and never dropping the soft “Tsukumo-san” he addressed her with throughout the meeting. Except for now, when her name fell in powdered sugar over your shoulders. Yuki looked up briefly into her lover’s eyes before her hot honeyed gaze met yours once again. “I'm sorry, sweet thing,” she cooed, “as much as I’d love to make a deal with you, I’ve made a vow to myself that I won’t break, not even for a pretty darling like you.” You nodded, already gathering up what little was left of your dignity to depart and rose from your seat. A pity, you thought, as you gave the pair one last longing glance. They were beautiful, unearthly, unreal. Choso with his pristine porcelain skin, his inky locks and storm-swept eyes, Yuki with her gold-spun strands and sun-kissed skin. They were gods, and you were a mere mortal, forced into prostration before their altar as you laid out your meagre offerings. Offerings that you yourself would refuse.

You looked to Yuki. “It’s my family, isn’t it?” you asked, the answer already on your lips, “the deal is damn good, my family’s the problem.” Yuki scrunched her nose. “Your father’s a misogynistic asshole and your brother’s a sadistic fuck.” “Yuki!” panic coloured Choso’s words, but your carmine giggle cut him off. “That’s for sure,” you sighed, “alright, well I appreciate you meeting,” you looked to Choso, “and mediating with me anyway.” You turned to leave, your last dregs of hope and humanity left behind on the plush red velvet of Yuki’s couch. Your hand was on the doorknob when you were stopped dead, the deep purr of Yuki’s voice reverberating around the room before vibrating through your ribs. “I might just break my vow for you, princess, but only once those fuckers have left your family,” Yuki offered, taking your previous place on the couch, reaching up to cup the back of Choso’s neck and bring him down behind her. You half-turned, mouth parted, but the dark-haired man spoke before you, his lips brushing his lover’s skin as he smiled, “What she means to say, little one, is that if you, and only you, come to us for a deal, we’d be more than happy to do business with you, beloved.”

...

Two months later and you’re lost, losing yourself in the primal thump of the dancefloor in a club you can’t even name. You think it’s the White Lotus, one of the many establishments operating under the Gojo Family’s name. This one was a gift to one of their main members, although you’d be damned if you could remember his name. Deto? Geto? You didn’t care. You weren’t here for business. Business, business, business, then blood and guts and bones, and then business once again. Blood saturated every second of your life, dripping from your fingertips across the floor, staining your flaws, your failings. You had won the war, won the fight for successorship, won the fight that took the lives of your family. The new Family Head, welcomed with wary eyes and loud whispers of “why was a woman allowed to go so far?”. The other Families had been outright hostile, bar the Gojo clan, who were too powerful to care about who succeeded a minor clan amongst their cornucopia of wealth.

You had won, and now blood dripped down your fingertips onto the dancefloor, a construction of your now corrupted mind, constantly casting crimson across your life. You shook your head, shaking the sin and the nightmare from your head. You had come here for fun, freedom, for the fantasy of a normal life as you lost yourself in the music.

With the next song, you’re at the bar, barking for a shot of vodka and cranberry chaser, baring your teeth in a frightening attempt at a smile at the other patrons. Of course, they were just normal people, living normal lives, letting loose in their otherwise normal, monotonous, peaceful lives. Part of you hated them, hated their harmonious existences, free from the constant havoc and conflict of your own world. But, luckily, the clan tattoo across your neck had its perks, and your drinks slid across the counter to your waiting hands. You relished the burn of the shot down your throat, baring yourself to the shiver that ran through your body. You drank your juice a bit slower, scanning the crowd for any possible prey, any possible pure soul for you to lose yourself in for a night. You smouldered, the tension in your lower stomach tight enough for you to seek out some release, some relief from the relentless blood on your hands. Nothing. No-one. Too normal.

So you resigned yourself to music as your refuge. You slipped enough notes across to the surprised bartender, before dissolving back into the seething throng of bodies.

The bass reverberated through your bones, the bump of your hips, the curve of your spine. You weren’t drunk, it would take a lot more than a shot to intoxicate you, but the taught muscles of your shoulders relaxed, leaving you loose to dance.

You swung your head back, letting that blood-red light slide across your skin as you soaked yourself in the smoky air and sultry beat. Your hands stretched to the sky, bathing your arms in blood, bare, reaching, reaching, your dancing fingers desperately trying to find something, anyone, to hold onto.

Ivory spilt over your skin, long pale fingers adorned with silver rings spinning over your hands to twirl your body toward a solid chest of wine-dark silk. “And what do we have here, my dear?” Choso murmured over your shoulder, blood-dark lips just inches from yours, the scarlet glitter below his eyes catching in the simmering light of the club. “A little bit of fun, don’t you think, darlin’?” a woman’s voice bled across you, dripping gold and glamour, brightened by the bright scarlet painted across Yuki’s mouth. You were stuck between them, Choso’s firm chest to yours, silver-spun hands heavy on your hips. Yuki had draped herself over your shoulders, her hair falling in shimmering cascade over your skin, causing you to shiver. “Tsukumo-san, Kamo-san, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you willed your voice not to waver, to stay still despite the soft tickle of their hands on your skin. “Ah – ah – ah – does it look like we’re working?” Yuki tutted, you glanced at her over your shoulder, eyes widening at the ebony lace tracing over her skin, barely covering her breasts. “N-no,” your gaze flickered back to Choso, whose pale chest glimmered between the unbuttoned wine dark silk of his shirt. You chose to look at the floor instead. “Exactly,” Yuki leaned in, purring past your ear, “so there’s no need to be so formal with us, right Choso?” Her partner nodded; his painted lips pulled into a gentle smirk. His soft grip over your hips grew heavier and you could feel his thumbs hook through your belt loops, tugging you tighter to his body.

“Would you dance with us, little one?” he cooed, and before you could think, you were nodding, swept up in the flurry of hands and hips and music that carried you deeper into the crowd. Their hands never left you, constantly brushing over your clothes, leaving lightning bolts rippling across your skin. Choso turned you to press his chest to your back, his hips flush to your backside, his lips a whisper away from your neck. Yuki dropped to a crouch in front of you, running her hands up over your body as she rose from her squat, her golden eyes glimmering in the flashing lights. As she rose to her feet, she leaned in, close enough that you could taste the cherry liquor on her breath, her mouth a mere gasp away. Her hands wound around your waist before she spun you back to face Choso.

Choso’s eyes glowed darkly, his pupils lost to his shadowed gaze. He pushed your hair back from your face before his hand settled around your neck. His rings felt cold against your throat, and as he pressed his fingers into your flesh, you shuddered.

“Will you kiss me, pretty thing?” Choso asked. You glanced over your shoulder, drinking in the soft scent of cherries and strawberries that sang from Yuki’s gold-spun hair. Dark eyes glittered at you, greedy and gold. “Go ahead, darlin’,” Yuki cooed, “but only if you want to,” she reached up to rub her thumb along your bottom lip, tracing the plump flesh and letting it pop back into place after she pulled it down.

Choso was whiskey-warm, bittersweet on your tongue as he brought his mouth to yours in an open-mouthed kiss. You gasped, feeling Yuki’s hands begin to wander up your sides, slipping beneath your shirt to tickle your skin with seductive shivers. Choso used your surprise, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a groan. You sighed into the kiss, letting the cold rings on his fingers wind up into your hair, the other hand hard and firm on your hip. Choso let you go with a gasp before leaning over your shoulder to kiss his girlfriend.

You were pressed tight between them, Choso’s thigh pushed between your legs, Yuki’s hands beneath your breasts. You could hear the soft suckle and moan of their mouths in the crook of your neck and involuntarily bucked your hips against Choso. “oh~?” Yuki smiled into Choso’s open mouth, “you like that, princess?” You tucked your head away, already feeling your cheeks burning in abashment. “Not so fast, little one,’ Choso caught your jaw in his hand, gently cupping your chin and guiding your gaze back to Yuki, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “What? You gonna let Choso taste but not me?” she leaned in closer, her lips barely a breath away. You shook your head. Yuki cocked your head, “Then use your words, sweet thing. Else you’ll never get what you want,” you frowned, your idle arms looped around Choso’s neck suddenly loose to lace your fingers into Yuki’s long, lustrous hair. “Kiss me, Yuki,” you commanded, your words wobbling across on drunken legs to her giggling golden eyes. “With pleasure, princess,” and she kissed you, smearing sticky scarlet across your soul with the smack of her lips. She was intoxicating, invigorating, sweet and bright and sour in your mouth as she brushed her fingers underneath your bra. You arched your back into her touch, accidentally shifting your hips along Choso’s thick thigh. The pair of you groaned, the heat between your legs growing greater as your male partner pressed his flesh tighter to yours. “That’s it, little one,” he rumbled, just above the bass, “fuck yourself on me”

You shivered, wanting to stop, but Yuki bit down on your bottom lip, her hands leaving your breasts to land on your hips. She rocked her hips against yours, guiding your hips onto Choso’s thigh so that your clit hit the rough ridges of your pants, causing you to gasp softly into her kiss. “Good girl,” Yuki hummed, “there’s our pretty princess.” Choso picked up her trailing kiss, capturing your lips in a sultry sweet kiss, sucking your tongue into his red wine mouth and biting down gently. You yelp and Choso curses, “Fuck, love, I can’t,” he looks past you, to his partner in crime, “not when she makes noises like that” “Then why don’t you make her make more of those noises for us,” Yuki peered around at you, “You would like that, right, sweet thing?”

…

You’re coloured crimson by them, each touch and tease pushing you deeper and deeper into a dark maroon pool of pleasure. You’re plush, plump red velvet spilling from the seams as Yuki presses her chest to yours. You’re caught between them, captured in the sweet scarlet siren call that their voices lace through the air. “I thought,” you panted between lipsticked kisses, “I thought we were conducting negotiations?” you pleaded, only to be ignored as they further intoxicated you with every touch. Choso’s hands scattered up the bare skin of your stomach, causing you to shiver and clench, a sigh filling Yuki’s lips with your secrets. “Oh? Our little one is so sensitive, hmm?” she cooed at Choso, who chased the ripple of your stomach with his touch, his painted fingers skimming the high hem of your pants. “I wonder what pretty panties she has on for us,” his dark eyes never left you, dripping from the bare skin of your shoulders to where his fingers fiddled with the buttons of your pants. “What if she isn’t wearing any?” Yuki pondered, as if the pads of her fingers weren’t sidling beneath the bottom of your shirt, her blunt nails barely scratching as she traced the skin below your bra. “I,” your chest heaved, “I am.” “hmm, so you didn’t plan on seducing us tonight?” Choso hummed in your ear, doubt tainting his tone. “Of course – hah,” you flinched as he finally undid your jeans, “of course not –“ you whined, the overwhelming warmth of his hand over your clothed cunt enough to drive all thoughts from your mind. A single, thick, finger trailed between your folds, dragging the drenched lace of your underwear between your swollen pussy lips, caressing your clit. “Really now, princess? Do you expect us to believe you?” Yuki sneered, sharply pinching at your nipple through the fabric of your bra. “What do you mean?” you managed, fighting to keep your forehead from falling forward onto Yuki as Choso carefully circled your clit. “Dancing like that, dressed like this,” Yuki tugged your shirt over your shoulders, “it’s like you were looking for a fuck.”

Whilst you huffed and puffed at his girlfriend, Choso took the chance to slide your panties aside and pressed past your tense, wet walls. “Ah!” you immediately melted around him, his finger filling your tight cunt until you trembled. Your legs shook, clenching at the hand at the crux of your thighs, but you straightened yourself up. “And what if I was? I wasn’t looking to fuck you two in particular, but there’s nothing wrong with wanting a little fun,” you bristled, despite Choso’s enchanting touch, despite the dizzying scent of Yuki’s perfume. The man behind you rumbled, resting his great weight on your shoulder as he peered at his partner. “There’s nothing wrong at all, little one,” Choso pecked your cheek, too sweetly, softly, sinking his finger deeper into your silken cunt. You gasped and nearly didn’t hear his following growl. “But the thought of someone else’s hands on our pretty doll…” the threat was lost to his patterned throat. You were about to answer when his thumb brushed over your clit, causing you to buckle around him, thighs clamping and clenching around him. “but you’re here with us, now,” Yuki added, reaching around your back to undo your bra. You shivered as the cold air hit your newly exposed skin. “And you’re so tight and wet for us, love,” Choso murmured into your ear, leaving a litany of maroon marks and lipstick kisses across your now bare shoulders. He curled his finger deeper into your cunt, and you threw your head back onto his shoulder. “Gorgeous,” Yuki murmured, taking each breast in her hands, pinching your nipples and sucking one into her soft warm mouth. Your cheeks heated, but the sensation of embarrassment was lost to the sensation of Yuki’s lips and fingers. Choso began shucking your pants down your legs, letting you step out of the fallen garment and immediately snaking his arms back around your waist, trailing your soft sweet slick over your stomach.

“Do you want to make her cum for me?” Choso asked Yuki, who smiled around you. She released your breast with a pop, breaking away to lay a hot kiss over Choso's mouth, once again kissing him over your shoulder. She walked you through the house, stepping backwards through doors as she led you to their bedroom, a sumptuous feast of red and gold. Your mouth dropped open, unused to the myriad of textures and colours that swarmed you, letting Yuki spin you around and plop you on her scarlet satin sheets.

Choso came and stood behind her, putting his slick-soaked fingers into her vermillion mouth. She moaned obscenely around his digit, choking out slightly as he fucked his hand into her mouth. You watched on in awe, splayed beneath them, as Choso pulled Yuki’s shirt over her head to expose her reams of smooth tanned skin. You sighed, content to just watch Choso touch his girlfriend, his painted fingers fondling and groping her with a roughness he barely used with you. He grabbed at her breasts, cupping her bra as he shoved his fingers deep down her throat.

You whined, pressing your legs together at the sight, alerting the pair to your neglected state. “Oh poor thing,” Yuki slipped out of Choso’s arms, “did you miss us?” she kneeled in front of you, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs as she leaned in to kiss you. Choso took off his shirt, revealing the planes painted over his back in red ink, the piercing eyes of a crane staring back at you as his spine rippled. He sat in a chair opposite the bed, unbuckling his pants and settling his hand over the throbbing bulge in his underwear. Yuki stood up, and swung her leg behind you, tugging you so that you were seated on her lap, your thighs hooked over the wide silk legs of her black pants. You looked up, surprised to be manhandled into such a spread position, wide open for Choso’s viewing. “Look at my girls,” he hissed, palming himself through his boxers, gripping his thick length through the fabric. Yuki slithered her rough hands around your waist, her red-painted nails snapping at the elastic of your underwear.

“Do you like this pair of panties in particular?” she asked, and before you could respond, the fabric tore with a sharp sting, her strong fingers ripping the flimsy lace apart to fully expose your puffy pussy to Choso. “Yuki?” you yelped, already melting into the warm rubbing of her palms over your stinging flesh. “Ssh, princess, I’ll buy you more,” she pressed the warmth of her palms into the flesh of your inner thighs, spreading your shy legs open so that you were fully exposed to Choso. “Isn’t our doll stunning?” Yuki asked Choso, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at the man seated before you. “Beautiful, both of you,” Choso crooned, his breath catching as you gasped, Yuki’s fingers finding your clit and circling the nerves, She pressed a single finger into your cunt, your cheeks heating at the sweet squelch that echoed through the room.

“So wet,” Yuki cooed, splitting your slit with two fingers, curling her fingers deep into your cunt. Your back arched against her, but she held you still, her fingers still filling you with slow pumps. Her other hand cupped your breasts, grabbing and groping, her fingers spidering along your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their soft wake. She kept a slow, steady pace, stretching you out on her fingers, each pass brushing up against the point that had your tummy tightening. Choso shifted, shucking his pants to his ankles and pulling his cock fully out of his boxers. Your jaw dropped, and Yuki noticed, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at Choso’s throbbing length “He’s gonna fill you so good, darlin’” Yuki purred, spreading her fingers in your cunt for emphasis, “Won’t you, love?” Choso nodded, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, his thumb swiping over his cockhead, smearing sticky salty precum down his cock. Yuki slipped a third finger into your silken cunt, spreading you further and pushing you closer to your climax. You groaned, fucking your hips forward onto her perfectly positioned hand, her other hand coming down to rub tight circled over your clit. You immediately seized, curling around Yuki’s tempting touch as you grew close to climax. “Do you want to cum, pretty thing?” Yuki cooed, curling her fingers just right so that your spine shuddered. You looked up at her, tears beginning to prick your salt-lined lashes. Her gold eyes giggled at you, so soft, pliant and wet in her hands. “Please, you panted, “please let me cum, Yuki,” you begged, but she shook her head. ”I’m not the one you should be askin’, princess,” she looked at her partner, “tell Choso how much you wanna cum, and maybe he’ll let you cum on my fingers.”

Choso’s face fell into a sly grin, "you’re cruel, Yuki,” he grunted, “you want her to beg just as much as I want to hear those pretty noises,” he stroked his cock, keeping time with Yuki’s slow and steady plunge into your plush cunt. Yuki was about to respond, but you cut her off, straining against the iron grip she had you in. “Please, Choso, “ you keened, “please let me cum, please please please,” a single tear broke free from your lash line, trickling until Yuki caught it, liking it off her slick soaked fingers. “Please, Yuki,” you looked up and then at Choso, “Please Choso,” your voice broke a bit, “please let me cum, I wanna cum so badly," more tears fell from your closed eyes, spurred on by the relentless twist and flick of Yuki’s wrist as she fucked you to your high. You were barely holding on, your fists twined in the bedsheets as your knuckles clenched. You could feel your climax coming, just simmering beneath Choso’s heady stare as he jerked himself off in front of you. “Cum, little one,” Choso’s voice rippled through you, your body responding almost automatically, your muscles twitching and straining against Yuki. Red bursts behind your eyes, filling you up and spilling over into fizzing sunbursts that blazed through your body. You shivered and felt a hot, thick warmth cover your cunt, looked down to see that Choso had cum all over your pulsing pussy, his warm white seed sliding between your folds and over Yuki’s hand. She pulled free of you, letting you lie heavily against her shoulder, panting and huffing. She brought up her hand to your mouth, covered in a sticky mixture of your and Choso’s cum. You dropped your jaw, letting her walk her fingers over your tongue and down your throat, choking you slightly and the white liquid spilt down your throat.

“Good girl,” Yuki cooed, “suck my fingers clean, darlin’,” she hummed, her other hand tracing patterning over your heaving stomach. Choso approached you, shedding his boxers and leaning over your spent body to kiss his woman. You could hear Yuki groan into the kiss, warm and inviting, her hand leaving your mouth to stroke Choso’s half-hard cock between you. A slight whine left Choso’s throat, his hips bucking toward you. He broke away from Yuki with a slurp and easily found your waiting mouth, tasting the potion of your releases on your lapping tongue. He held your jaw as he kissed you, careful and sweet, despite the way his lips dominated yours. Eventually, he broke away and laid back on the bed, gesturing the pair of you to come towards him. He was hard again, the thick head of his cock slapping against his stomach as Yuki led you to where he lay.

“Do you wanna ride his cock, princess?” she tucked hair behind your ear, “ do you think you can do that for me?” she traced your lips with her fingertips. You nodded, sucking the tips of her fingers as she spoke. Choso lay beneath you as Yuki guided you over him, flinching as she spat on his dick and stroked it through your folds. “You ready, love?” she asked Choso, who nodded almost immediately, “you ready, pretty thing?” she asked you and you nodded, taking Choso’s cock into your hand and slowly easing yourself down on his tip.

You moan at the sensation, at the searing split of your lips over his large cockhead, spreading your folds until they were tight around his length. You got about halfway down when you stopped, both you and Choso breathing heavily. “You feel so good, little one,” Choso breathed, “so fucking tight,” his hands came to settle on your hips, gripping the already bruised flesh and helping you sink down another inch. Yuki began to trace small circles over your clit, causing you to yelp and eventually let Choso bottom out into your warm tight cunt. The pair of you groaned, your head coming down to rest on Choso’s chest. “That’s it, beloved,” he reassured, spidering spirals across your back, “There’s a good girl.” Eventually, eventually, you shakily raised yourself off Choso’s cock, falling back onto it with a hushed whimper of his name. Yuki helped you, lifting your hips up and down, grinding your clit into Choso’s pubic bone. “C’mere,” Choso said, gesturing to Yuki. She leaned down and gave him a kiss before he mumbled into her mouth. "Sit on my face, dove,” he instructed, and Yuki was quick to comply. She shed her pants and underwear in a flash, revealing long legs covered in tattoos. She slung her leg over Choso’s face, looking you right in the eye as she sunk down to his waiting mouth. “Fuck, Yuki, you’re so wet,” Choso cursed, his long red tongue coming up to lap at the sweet slick spilling from between Yuki’s thighs. Yuki grabbed your face with one hand and tugged you into a kiss, pushing you down deeper onto Choso’s cock as she began to ride his face. There, deep in the taste of Choso, Yuki, cherry liquor, and yourself, you lost your control, mindlessly rising and sinking on Choso’s cock, your breath stolen by Yuki’s dominating kiss. Tears pricked your lash line, brought on by the intense way Choso seemed to split you apart. Your whole body buzzed, fizzing with a bright hum of lust and pleasure. The room spun with the sound of squelching and sucking, Choso humming deep into Yuki’s cunt as he lapped at her clit.

You were close already, wound up by the intense stretch of Choso within you, driven dizzy by Yuki’s tongue and hand in your hair. You began to rut your hips onto Choso’s cock, your thighs losing energy but your cunt needy and pulsing. Choso Pulled Yuki from his mouth for a second. “She’s gonna cum,” he warned, “help her, Yuki.” Yuki’s hands found your hips immediately, lifting you and dropping you onto Choso’s cock with alarming speed and strength. You could feel Choso rearrange his feet behind you, putting his soles flat against the mattress to bounce you on his cock. Between the two of them, Choso pistoning into you from below, and Yuki lifting you from above, you bounced on Choso's cock until you saw stars, your eyes scrunching shut and tears spilling from your lashes. You cried as you came, a garbled mixture of Choso and Yuki’s names, your whole body shaking and spilling over their bodies. Choso came with a groan just after your whole body shook and spilt over their bodies. Choso came with a groan just after you, prolonging your orgasm with the sheer flood of thick syrupy cum that filled you. You lay half in Yuki’s arms as she came, breathing out Choso’s name and riding his face like an animal in heat. After that was a blur, Yuki’s golden hands leading you to their bathroom, Choso’s strong ivory arms holding you up in the shower as Yuki washed you. All the time they whispered your praises, cooing and kissing you until you were a boneless puddle of warmth and affection. Choso carried you back to their bed, laying you down in the middle as the pair of them flanked you in the bed. Choso pulled you into his chest, smelling like incense and sandalwood, and Yuki snuggled herself up behind you, her soft washed hair smelling of cherries and sunshine. And you, in between them, bare and vulnerable, covered by Yuki’s splayed hair and Choso’s ringed hands, slipping into a slumber filled with silver, gold and scarlet.

…

“What did Tengen say?” Choso whispered, sitting up in the bed. He pulled softly at a clove cigarette, letting the smoke spiral out in a trickle of languid clouds. Yuki came back into the bedroom, dressed only in Choso’s dress shirt. “He was fine with it, although a little shocked that I should break my vow,” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, “I thought I told you not to smoke in the room anymore,” she grumbled, but Choso pointed to you. You lay curled up behind him, your arm slung around his waist and your legs tangled with his. “She didn’t want to let me go,” was his explanation, and Yuki smiled. “That’s good. We don’t want to let her go either.”

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dearbraus · 2 years

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Sorry if your drabble slots are full but if not I’ll never get tired of thinking about Sasha and overstimulation😣

— Hungry for More

Starring; Sasha Braus

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + afab reader + overstimulation (receiving) + toy usage + strapon sex + tentacle strapon + squirting + bottom reader.

Word count; 0.4k

Notes; Almost a year ago I decided Sasha would use a tentacle strap on so here it is again :)

You can’t help the whine that crawls up your sore throat as Sasha turns up the vibrator. Sweat's dabbled along your forehead and pooled beneath the back of your knees but the disgusting feeling of being so damp is nothing compared to how your sheets stick to your ass and thighs. The towels you had laid down had long since been tossed aside, ruined far too quickly and allowing your juices to soak through almost immediately.

“You need some water baby?” Sasha asks between thrusts, only inching the toy away from your clit rather than giving you the reprieve you so desperately needed, “You’re looking a bit parched.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes but even that didn’t wipe off the obvious smirk on her lips. You’re near lip beneath her, far too tired to do anything more than cling to her arms and clamp your lip between your teeth. The plethora of orgasms she had managed to wrench from you finally catching up as she fucked you with her favourite tentacle strap-on. You can hardly breathe whenever she thrusts and fills you to the brim, the drag of the ridges against your walls almost too much for you to handle when you were already feeling so sensitive. Now, she had plucked another vibrator from the bedside table to torture you with.

Perhaps torture was an exaggeration but felt like that was Sasha’s intention when she grinned down at you with an insatiable hunger in her soft brown eyes.

“No,” you whisper, gasping for air when she presses the toy right against your swollen clit.

Tears spring against your lashline as you cum again, your knees pressing against her hips and your nails digging into her forearms. The breath is stolen straight from your lungs and for a moment your vision blurs as your cunt squirts around Sasha’s strap.

“You’re so pretty, baby!”

Sasha coos before pressing a kiss to your hairline, wiping away the tears that trail down your cheeks with a calloused thumb. When you look down you can’t help but cringe as you catch sight of Sasha’s wet thighs but what’s worse is the sounds. Your throat is too ruined to let anything more than a whimper out but your body is obscene, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other near defeating but Sasha doesn’t so her pace, ignorant of how your cum pools on top of the mattress and splashes about.

“Think you can give me one more?”

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The Prince and the Elk

Don't worry, the beginning confuses me too and I'm the one who wrote it

Main Masterlist Ghibli Masterlist

Princess Mononoke Ashitaka x Emishi outcast!reader

Y/n cried out as her red elk slipped on the rocky edge of the mountain path.

“Fekul!”

Fekul wobbled under the weight of Y/n’s pack and she quickly grabbed it off her elk’s back, setting it on the ground beside her.

“Are you okay, boy?” She asked softly. She bent down to examine Fekul’s leg, seeing that he had twisted his ankle, but at least his hooves seemed alright. “Okay. We’ll find a place to rest soon. I’ll carry everything for now.”

Y/n picked up her bag and slung the strap over her shoulder before taking her elk’s lead in her hand and guiding him slowly along the road.

They walked for what felt like hours down the barren mountainside road, littered with even more rock that Y/n had to kick out of Fekul’s way. After a long while, what appeared to be a mining town appeared on the horizon, large and seated at a turn in the road, a large wooden portcullis closing it to the world outside its walls.

“That looks like a place we can rest,” Y/n thought aloud. She looked to her elk. “Do you think they’ll let us in?”

She picked up the pace as much as she could with Fekul’s injury. When she arrived at the gate, she noticed men guarding the town entrance from a parapet above it.

“Excuse me!” She called to them loudly. “My companion is injured and we need a place to stay the night! Please, can you let us in to rest?”

The men leaned in towards each other, whispering something that Y/n couldn’t hear.

“Sure,” one of them said. “We actually have an expert on red elk here, maybe he can patch up your companion!”

“Really? That would be great!” Y/n responded excitedly. She pulled Fekul back a few steps as the gate was opened. “Thank you very much!”

Once the gate was open, she pulled Fekul inside with her to get him out of the way of the closing gate.

“Follow me,” the man from before said, rushing to get down from the parapet. “I’ll take you to him, he hangs out with the animals every evening.”

“The animals?” Y/n repeated, dropping Fekul’s lead as he kept following her without guidance. “Um- What town am I in?”

“The recently-rebuilt Iron Town,” the man answered, stopping at the gate of a pen filled with cows and swine. Just in front of them were stables, filled with horses and one red elk. The man set a hand on his hip, looking between the two elk. “I’ve only ever seen one of them before. They’re beautiful animals.”

“I haven’t seen another one in a long time,” Y/n said, awed. She walked over to the other elk and extended a hand slowly. “Hello.”

Y/n grinned as the elk nuzzled into her hand.

“He’s not usually this comfortable around strangers,” a second person said from behind her.

Y/n turned around, expecting this new person to be the red elk expert the guard had mentioned. What she hadn’t expected was another Emishi outcast.

Both of them gasped, eyes wide as they quickly turned away, not daring to look at each other. Y/n cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Um. Sir, please tell your elk expert that my companion twisted his ankle on the road,” she said. The man looked at her, confused.

“Can’t you tell him yourself-”

“Koroku, please tell our guest she can trust me to care for Fek- For her elk,” Ashitaka answered quickly. “And tell her that if she were to meet an old friend, they’d be happy to see her.”

“Koroku, yes? Please tell your elk expert that I would be incredibly surprised to ever see any old friends,” Y/n said, awkwardly fiddling with her fingers.

“Do you two know each other?” Koroku asked.

“No,” both the Emishi said in unison.

“I’ll get to tending the guest’s elk, a twisted ankle shouldn’t be much work,” Ashitaka said, keeping his eyes on anything but Y/n as he walked over to Fekul. Koroku could hear him mumbling under his breath.

Hey, Fekul. It’s good to see you again, boy.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you tell me where I can get something to eat?” Y/n asked Koroku.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all!” He answered cheerfully. “Though if we say you’re a friend of Ashitaka, they can’t make you pay for anything.”

Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, knowing that her next words would sting like a nettle even if her prince knew it was a lie.

“Who’s Ashitaka?” She asked. Yakul whinnied sadly, but Y/n tried to ignore him.

“Wait, do you really not know each other?” Koroku asked quizzically. “I thought you were kidding!”

“It’s complicated,” Ashitaka interrupted, a sadness in his voice he didn’t care to cover. Y/n winced at the sound. “You and Toki take care of her, alright? Yakul and I are headed into the forest late tonight to meet with San.”

“Who’s San?” Y/n asked, this time genuine.

“She’s a wolf girl who lives in the forest,” Koroku said. He shivered. “She scares me.”

“She saved you,” Ashitaka reminded, still keeping his attention on Fekul.

“Yes, but the wolf clan tried to kill us all the time before that happened,” Koroku whined. He sighed. “Well, since we’re both hungry, let’s get something to eat. I’ll just say you and Ashitaka know each other, then no one’ll have any weird suspicions like they did when he first arrived. …Except maybe Gonza.”

“Who’s Gonza?” Y/n asked, trailing after Koroku as he led her through the streets of Iron Town.

“He’s essentially Lady Eboshi’s bodyguard,” Koroku said. “She’s basically the queen around here. She and San kept trying to kill each other until Ashitaka showed up.”

“Um… Did he ever tell you why he left his home?” Y/n asked, trying to pry while also dodging Emishi laws.

“Yeah, his village was attacked by a giant boar god who’d been turned into a demon from one of Lady Eboshi’s iron bullets,” Koroku told Y/n. “It cursed his arm, so Ashitaka decided to find the source of the iron, which was here. And then… Well, it’s complicated. Lady Eboshi killed a god, and Ashitaka and San un-killed it, and now we’re all friends who don’t try to kill each other anymorrrrrr- What is in your bag?!”

Y/n turned awkwardly to look into the bag resting on her back. She smiled, seeing a kodama.

“Hello, Little One,” she said sweetly. “Were you getting lonely in there?”

“You just carry one of those things with you?!”

“Are you scared of them?” Y/n asked. “They’re spirits that sprout from plants, they’re good luck.”

“Yeah… But they creep me out,” Koroku said, shuddering. “Limping through the forbidden forest with Ashitaka while all those things stared at us and shook their heads- The nightmare still haunts me.”

“Why were you limping through a forest with Prince Ashi- With Ashi- With your elk expert?” Y/n said, catching herself. “Wait, wait- A demon boar attacked his village? What happened to the village?”

“Uh- He never said,” Koroku said, stopping in front of one of the buildings. “Me and my wife Toki live here but we all usually eat with the rest of the village.”

“Oh,” Y/n said softly. “I normally eat alone… Maybe it’ll be a nice change to eat with others.”

“This way then,” Koroku said, leading Y/n down the streets again. “Ashitaka will be joining us all after he’s done with your elk, so it shouldn’t be long- Here we are!”

Koroku ushered Y/n inside a building filled with others already eating, finding that Ashitaka was already there, too.

Both Ashitaka and Y/n glanced away from each other. She walked in awkwardly, choosing to sit back-to-back with Ashitaka so they couldn’t see each other.

“Koroku, could you please serve the guest?” Ashitaka asked. “I’d rather her not get up right now- She must be tired from walking her injured elk all day.”

“Yeah, sure,” Koroku said awkwardly, sighing. “I’m a permanent go-between, aren’t I…”

“I’m sorry to drag you into it, Koroku,” Ashitaka said, a sorrow in his voice that worried everyone else eating with them.

“Drag him into what?” One of the men asked. “Who is this outsider?”

“A ghost,” Ashitaka answered, closing his eyes for a moment before he resumed eating.

“My name is Y/n,” Y/n said, resisting the urge to turn and look at Ashitaka. “I once knew a dead man who lives here.”

“What?”

“I don’t know why they’re acting like this, but they know each other somehow,” Koroku said, shrugging.

Y/n ate in silence for a few minutes, listening to the chatter of others. She paused as a realization struck her like an Emishi stone arrow.

“Koroku, ask your elk expert why he’s following a law he can’t be punished for breaking,” she said suddenly. She heard a heavy sigh from behind her.

“Koroku, tell the guest she already knows that answer,” Ashitaka said.

“Why can’t you just talk to each other?” Koroku asked. “Why make me do all the work?”

“Koroku, if someone dies, and then another person dies, those two people are both in the land of the dead, right?” Y/n asked.

“I guess?” Koroku said awkwardly.

“And the living have no way of knowing what happens in the land of the dead,” Y/n said, aiming her words at Ashitaka. “The dead don’t need to obey the laws of the living.”

“Koroku, tell her to remember who she is speaking to,” Ashitaka said firmly. Y/n bit her lip, knowing he was pulling the ‘I am royalty’ card without saying the words he meant.

“Remember who you’re speaking to,” Koroku repeated awkwardly. “Uh… Who are you to each other?”

“Wise woman, will you come with me to speak with the prince?” Y/n asked.

“Of course, young one,” the wise woman said, confused. “May I ask why?”

“I have an important question for the prince, and I think we’re both going to need your advice,” Y/n said. “Will you bring your prophecy stones?”

“Yes,” the wise woman said slowly. “Go speak with the prince, I’ll join you both once I’ve fetched them.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said gratefully, taking her leave of the wise woman and making her way to the central building of her small village. She walked in slowly, seeing her prince talking with Kaya.

“Y/n!” Kaya said happily, noticing her at the doorway. “What are you doing here? I thought you were working the fields today.”

“I need to speak with your brother,” Y/n said seriously. She smiled. “Don’t worry, though, the fields aren’t unattended.”

“Oh. I’ll go, then,” Kaya said, walking over to the door. “Don’t be too formal with the prince- It’s starting to get to his head.”

“Is not!” Ashitaka argued, sticking his tongue out at his sister as she left. He regained his serious composure as Y/n approached. “What do you need? You’re not usually so stern.”

“I’ve arrived with the stones,” the wise woman announced as she entered. Ashitaka’s brow furrowed.

“Why have you brought them? Is something happening?” He asked. Y/n walked over to the floor in front of him and sat, the wise woman joining them both on the floor a moment later.

“Every time I’m outside, the forest around the village is calling to me,” Y/n explained. “If I’m in the forest, it’s hard to come home. There’s also a little kodama who tries to follow me back to the village. I know our tribe grows smaller and weaker with every new generation, but… I want to leave.”

“You want to leave…?” Ashitaka repeated slowly. Y/n nodded. “You know that means you could never come back.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” Y/n said. She turned to the wise woman. “I want your advice, I want to know what the stones say, and my lord, I want your blessing to leave- The call of the forest is strong, but I don’t want to make a mistake by leaving if I shouldn’t.”

“It sounds like you’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Ashitaka noted. “This is no spur-of-the-moment whim, is it?”

“No,” Y/n agreed, shaking her head. “For the sake of our village, I want to stay. It’s my own selfishness that listens to the forest.”

“What do the stones have to say about this?” Ashitaka asked, turning his attention to the wise woman, already laying out her spread of stones, bones, and herbs.

The wise woman nodded gently to herself, tossing the stones onto her mat to read Y/n’s future. She said nothing as she examined the rocks.

“If you leave, Y/n, your future is dark,” the wise woman said, voice grim. “It is muddy, and unclear, and difficult, but there is a guiding light with you that will never abandon you as long as you live.”

“And if she doesn’t leave?” Ashitaka asked.

“The call of the forest only grows,” the wise woman stated. “Even without your blessing, she will find a way to listen and leave, but without the guiding light, she cannot find her way. The forest will swallow you whole, Y/n, your soul, life, and bones left to rot.”

Ashitaka grimaced, resting his arms on his knees as he weighed the wise woman’s words.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted. “I also don’t want you to die. If I let you leave now, I at least know there’s a guiding light with you.”

“What is the guiding light?” Y/n asked the wise woman curiously. “Do the stones know, or is it a mystery for us all?”

“It is the little kodama, begging for your company,” the wise woman answered.

“A kodama?” The prince repeated. “Well, I at least know a kodama won’t let you die in the forest. Y/n, if you leave tonight, you can never return. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Y/n nodded.

“Yes, Prince Ashitaka,” she said seriously. “Though I know it’s selfish.”

The prince sighed, glancing at the wise woman.

“Cut your hair and go, then,” he said softly. “We’ll miss you.”

“Y/n,” the wise woman began, “follow the kodama to the tree he calls mother and take a cutting from its branches. Carry it with you, and your guide can follow you anywhere, even into the most barren desert.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said, standing up and walking over to the altar. She picked up the knife that lay on it and reached up with both hands, cutting the tightly-wound bun from her head. She set down both the knife and hair and walked towards the door, her breathing nervous.

“From this moment forward, Y/n, you’re dead to us,” Ashitaka reminded her, watching as she nodded silently and disappeared through the door into the evening.

“Who are you to each other?” Koroku asked. Both of them paused before speaking, once again answering in unison.

“Dead,” replied both the Emishi.

“You’re dead to each other?” Koroku repeated. “Huh. I guess that… Sort of explains things.”

Y/n stared down at her bowl for a moment.

“I apologize, but I’ve lost my appetite,” she said quietly. “I’m going to go check on Fekul.”

She stood, leaving her food on the floor next to Ashitaka, and left quickly, making her way back to the stables.

“Who is she really?” Koroku asked, wondering if Ashitaka might answer less vaguely now that Y/n was gone.

“A ghost from my past,” Ashitaka answered, still cryptic with his words. “She died a year ago. We were never meant to reunite.”

“Well, after all that, I have questions about who you are, too,” Koroku said slowly. “We know you’re a good person, ‘specially since you saved me, but we don’t really know you, do we?”

A few of the other men agreed awkwardly.

“You deserve to know me, and I wish I could tell you about my past,” Ashitaka said. “But if you knew who I was, I’d have to kill you.”

“Okay! No more questions,” Koroku said quickly.

Ashitaka finished his food quickly, using Y/n’s injured elk as a scapegoat to leave. He walked slowly through the streets of Iron Town, reminiscing about his home. He’d been preoccupied since he left, first determined to find the source of the iron ball, then to lift his curse, then to stop all the fighting, then to rebuild Iron Town- He hadn’t stopped to think about home.

Y/n, however, was a much more sentimental person than him, and she hadn’t been as busy as him. Ashitaka supposed she spent a lot more time thinking about home and what she’d left behind. Neither of them had expected to see each other again. As he’d told everyone at dinner, she died a year ago and remained only as a ghost. Still, it had hurt when she’d pretended not to know him.

Being dead was turning out to be more difficult than he’d anticipated.

As he’d expected, Y/n was asleep when he reached the stables. She’d always been one to go to bed directly after eating, never really doing anything in the evening.

She was on the ground next to Fekul, curled up in the fetal position. Ashitaka watched as a kodama sat on her bag, playing with a branch that had clearly been inside it moments ago.

“Hello,” Ashitaka said, crouching down to the kodama’s height. “You must be the light in her life. Thank you for watching over her, Little One.”

Ashitaka stood, walking over to Yakul. The kodama looked up at them curiously as Ashitaka mounted his elk, both of them trotting off into the night to meet with San.

“You’re making a big deal of it,” Kaya scolded. “Just ask her! You don’t need a prelude, I’m sure she’d be honored.”

“It doesn’t feel right, though,” Ashitaka argued. “I can’t ask her to marry me out of the blue, she doesn’t even know that-”

“Then tell her you’re in love with her,” Kaya said. “If you tell her, then it won’t be so surprising. I don’t think it matters, though. You’re the prince, it would be a huge honor to marry you, and also, Y/n thinks you’re great. I’m sure she’d- Y/n! You’re here? I thought you were working the fields today.”

“I need to speak with your brother,” Y/n said seriously. Kaya shared a glance with her brother before rushing to leave.

“I’ll just go,” she said, smiling. “Don’t be too formal with the prince, though, it’s really starting to get to him.”

“No, it’s not!” Ashitaka argued, making a face at his sister as she left. He looked up at Y/n from his spot on the floor, words catching in his throat like they always did around her. “You’re not usually so stern, Y/n, is something the matter?”

“I’m here, Y/n,” said the wise woman, entering the room. She and Y/n both walked over to the prince and sat down. “I’ve brought the stones like you asked.”

“Y/n…?” Ashitaka asked, confused.

“Whenever I go outside, the forest surrounding the village calls to me,” Y/n admitted nervously. “When I’m in the forest, it calls even louder. There’s even a little kodama who tries to follow me home. I know our tribe grows small and weak with every new generation, but… I want to leave.”

“…Leave the village?” Ashitaka asked slowly. He watched Y/n nod smally. “You know that would mean you can never come back.”

The prince’s heart sank at the very thought.

Y/n nodded again.

“That’s why I’m here,” she said. “I want advice. I don’t want to make a mistake by leaving, even if the forest is calling to me.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” Ashitaka asked lowly, realizing by the way she was talking about it that Y/n had been stewing in these thoughts for quite some time.

“I have,” Y/n admitted. “For the sake of the village, I want to stay. It’s my own selfishness that listens to the forest.”

Ashitaka turned to the wise woman, looking at him with a knowing look.

“What do the stones have to say about this?” He asked.

He and Y/n both watched as the wise woman tossed her stones on the mat, reading them silently and leaving Ashitaka in suspense.

“If you leave, Y/n, your future is unclear,” the wise woman said. “Dark and difficult, I can tell, but unclear. However, there is a light to guide you through the darkness.”

“What if she doesn’t leave?” Ashitaka asked, hoping Y/n would have a better future staying in the village.

“The call of the forest will only grow, and Y/n will find a way to listen,” the wise woman prophecized. “Even without your blessing, she will leave, but without a guiding light in darkness, Y/n, the forest will swallow you whole, soul, life, and bones left to rot.”

Ashitaka grimaced, the thought of Y/n dying far worse than the thought of her leaving. He leaned onto his knees, deep in thought as he weighed the wise woman’s words.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted quietly. “But I also don’t want you to die. If I let you leave now, I at least know there’s a guiding light to keep the forest from killing you.”

“What is the guiding light?” Y/n asked curiously, looking at the wise woman. “Do the stones know?”

“It is the little kodama, begging for your company,'' the wise woman answered. A soft smile crossed Y/n’s features.

“I’ve been calling him Little One,” she said quietly. The smile fell from her face, her expression turning serious again. “The kodama are trustworthy guides in a forest, I suppose.”

“That’s true,” Ashitaka agreed. He thought back to his conversation with Kaya- If he had professed his love earlier, would Y/n still try to leave the village, or would he have been enough for her to stay? “If you go, Y/n, you can never come home. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, Prince Ashitaka,” she said seriously. “Though I know it’s selfish of me.

The prince sighed, glancing at the wise woman. He’d asked her earlier in the day if she’d read her stones for him after sunset. He wanted more advice about his love life, but it seemed that he wouldn’t be needing advice anymore.

“Cut your hair and go, then,” he said softly, deciding that letting her leave was better than keeping her in the village only for her to leave unprepared and die in the forest. “…I’ll miss you.”

“Y/n. Follow the kodama to the tree it calls mother,” the wise woman advised. “Take a cutting from its branches and carry it with you always and Little One can go with you anywhere- Even to the most barren deserts.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said, slowly standing up and making her way to the altar. She picked up a knife and closed her eyes as she used it to saw off her Emishi bun. She set down both the knife and hair and walked towards the door, both nervous and excited.

“From this moment forward, Y/n, you are dead to us,” Ashitaka said formally. He almost heard his own heart break at the words, and Y/n just nodded silently before disappearing through the door into the evening.

“Some decisions are difficult,” the wise woman said quietly, gathering up her stones, bones, and herbs. “And so is love, my prince.”

“I should’ve known she was anxious about something,” Ashitaka stated plainly. “She usually sleeps early, but something’s been keeping her awake at night. …Will she be alright out there?”

“The stones don’t know everything, Prince Ashitaka, so we can only hope,” the wise woman answered. “Will you be alright here?”

“I have to be,” Ashitaka said stiffly.

“This forest is older than it seems,” Y/n noted, riding Fekul through a budding forest, Little One sitting in her lap. “Beautiful though. I wonder if- Oh?”

Y/n watched curiously as Little One stood up, climbing to sit on Fekul’s head. He pointed a bit to the left, looking up at Y/n. In her year traveling, she’d learned quite a bit about spirits from Little One, and she knew better than to ignore the kodama.

“Lead the way, my guide,” she said, tugging Fekul’s lead and following Little One’s directions.

They trotted through the fields in silence for a while before reaching a shallow pool. Little One stood excitedly, pointing to a small island in the water. He lifted his hands to Y/n, begging wordlessly to be picked up.

“Okay,” she said, sliding off of Fekul’s back and putting the kodama on her shoulder. She kept Fekul’s lead in her hand as she approached the island. “…Little One, this place is sacred. I don’t know if we can walk here.”

Little One tilted his head, rattling enthusiastically at Y/n in encouragement. Y/n understood each rattle as a word, and she turned to look at Little One with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re sure?” She asked. The kodama just pointed at the island again and Y/n sighed. “Okay.”

She took Little One off of her shoulder and set him on Fekul while she rummaged around in the bag slung around her elk for the branch she always carried with her. Per the kodama’s instructions, she stuck it in the water of the pond, soaking it thoroughly in what Little One had confirmed as sacred water around a sacred island.

“Wait- There’s a human,” San whispered harshly, ducking behind a mossy fallen log, a remnant of the old forest. She pulled Ashitaka with her, hiding them both. In sync, they peered around the log to see a girl taking the lead off of a red elk. She removed the bag as well, letting it drop into the water. “She has a red elk like you.”

Ashitaka was silent, watching Y/n intently and straining to listen though she wasn’t close.

“You can go, Fekul,” she said softly. “I have all I need.”

Fekul didn’t move, choosing to stay near Y/n as she let Little One lead her to the island.

San’s brow furrowed.

“What is that kodama doing with her?”

They watched as Y/n handed the wet branch to Little One, gesturing for her to lay down. She turned and sat at the edge as Little One planted the branch awkwardly in the dirt.

Though it was a whisper, her voice carried perfectly to Ashitaka.

“The forest is calling me home.”

He saw her chest heave with a deep breath even from a distance, and panic surged through him as he watched Little One start walking away from her.

Throwing the laws of the living to the wind, he left his hiding spot behind the log and ran towards Y/n.

“What are you doing?!” He cried angrily, splashing through the pond as he made a beeline for Little One. He grabbed the kodama with both hands, carrying him to Fekul and setting him down on the elk’s back. “I’ll talk with you in a minute.”

“A ghost shouldn’t interfere with the plans of the spirits,” Y/n said, laying herself down on soft grass.

“This spirit is different,” Ashitaka argued. “Little One is meant to protect you, not lead you to die.”

“No,” Y/n said, staring up at her prince from the ground. “He’s meant to be my guide through darkness, but he’s done guiding me."

“Get up,” Ashitaka said demandingly.

“I’ve been listening to the call of the forest for a year, I’m not going to start ignoring it now,” Y/n replied.

“Remember who you’re speaking with,” Ashitaka said firmly. “I told you to get up. I let you leave because I didn’t want this to happen. Get up, please.”

Y/n sat up slowly, a lonely part of her desperate to listen to her prince and be a part of her tribe once more.

“Who is this?” San asked, joining Ashitaka finally.

“A ghost,” Ashitaka said simply.

“…Looks like a normal human to me,” she said, looking Y/n up and down. “This is the Forest Spirit’s island. Why are you here?”

“My guide led me here,” Y/n answered. She turned her attention again to Ashitaka. “Why?”

Ashitaka looked at San for a quiet while before sighing, looking down at Y/n. He held out a hand to her and she took it, letting him help her stand.

“I can’t bear to lose you again,” he said, his voice dull. “A part of me died with you that night. I wanted to marry you.”

“…Really?” Y/n asked, surprised. Ashitaka ignored her in favor of scolding the kodama.

“And you,” he said firmly. “I trusted you to look after her, Little One. You were supposed to be her light in dark and unclear times, right? I didn’t think you would lead her to the death I tried to spare her from.”

“You can be angry with Little One later, my prince,” Y/n said incredulously. “But I am asking an audience with you to explain what you just said.”

“What was unclear?” Ashitaka asked, giving Little One a warning pat on the head before turning to face Y/n again. “I wanted to marry you. You wanted to leave. I wanted you to be happy, not dead, so I let you go.”

Y/n fiddled with her fingers awkwardly for a moment.

“What happened to the village after the demon boar attacked?” She asked quietly. “Is Kaya-”

“I was the only one to suffer any injury,” Ashitaka said quickly. “I assume Kaya’s replaced me.”

Y/n sighed quietly, turning to retrieve Little One’s travel branch.

“Little One, looks like you’ve still got places to guide me to,” she said, walking over to Fekul and handing the branch to her kodama. “I know you’re not one of us, but when the prince speaks, we listen, okay?”

San looked at Ashitaka, confused, as Y/n dove into the water to retrieve Fekul’s lead and her bag.

“Prince?” She repeated. “You were planning to marry her? Who is she? She’s clearly not a ghost, Ashitaka.”

“Her name is Y/n,” Ashitaka said, watching as Y/n’s head emerged from the water, Fekul’s lead between her teeth as she dragged her waterlogged bag up from the depths. “We’re both outcasts from the same village.”

“A prince is an outcast of his own village?” San asked skeptically. “How does that happen?”

“Demon boars and cursed arms, apparently,” Ashitaka said, sighing. He watched Y/n try several times to sling her bag onto Fekul’s back, failing every time from the water weight. After her third failed attempt, he joined her, his hands on hers as he helped her finally accomplish the task. “…Just like that time you couldn’t get the rice bag on the cart.”

Y/n turned around and hit his chest playfully, scowling as he had her trapped between him and Fekul.

“I was fine on my own!” She protested.

“You said that then, too,” Ashitaka said, grinning.

“…I did, didn’t I?” Y/n reminisced quietly. She sighed, letting herself fall into her prince. He caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her and she snaked hers around his waist. “I miss home.”

“I know,” Ashitaka told her. “I do too.”

“…I’m going to go,” San said bluntly. “Visit later if you need me.”

“…Sorry,” Y/n mumbled, both Emishi still holding each other close. “I made your girlfriend feel awkward.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Ashitaka muttered back. “I could never love someone more than you. A year without you felt like a lifetime.”

“I don’t want to be ghosts anymore,” Y/n admitted.

“We’ve been breaking the law for a while now,” Ashitaka reminded her. “No need to start following them again.”

“You’re warm.”

“Am I?”

“You smell like home.”

“You are home.”

“…Thank you.”

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wakasa-wifey · 2 years

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So uhm once again congrats my bb <333

I am so happy for you omg 😭😭

I am here to request something for the prompt section ~

Wakasa x fem!reader or gn!reader you choose

With prompt #6 (i mean it’s meant for him and my sweet tooth fufu)

Love you so much and wish you the best 🥰

Sweeter Than Sugar!

Prompt #6 “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.” - Wakasa Imaushi

Kodou Rengou! bf! Wakasa Imaushi x afab! gf! reader

cw: smut mdni! food play (?), food insertion into vagina (pls don't do this), (mean) dom! Wakasa, oral (female receiving), Wakasa calling reader Princess, overstimulation, squirting, manhandle.

summary: Wakasa thinks you nagged too much about him eating lollipops so he asked you to hold it for him.

word count: 703 words

AN: God forgive me I don't know what I am doing. I fully blame Victoria for asking it to be spicy (ily tho wife :P) My first smut (and it's not even full blown) goodbye I'm gonna hide myself in the corner. Don't come searching for me. Oh and thank you sm to my Kiki pie @p-antomime for being my beta T-T ily.

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Looking at the floor of your boyfriend's apartment, you could only shake your head seeing the litters of lollipop wrappers and sticks all over the floor. Sighing to yourself, you went to the kitchen and took out the plastic and started to pick up the trash on the floor. "Morning angel." arms wrapping themselves behind you, you could recognise the morning voice of your boyfriend, Wakasa Imaushi. "Morning 'Kasa." you hummed. Turning you over, you covered Wakasa's mouth before he could kiss you, causing him to whine at your action.

"Nuh uh, go brush your teeth first and take a shower, you smell." you told him jokingly, getting a frown out of him and a tighter grip as he tried to get closer to you. "Waka noooooo" your turn to whine as you struggled to get out from his grip and pout up at him, a little scream escaped you after he managed to land a little kiss on your pouting lips. A chuckle and a smirk decorated your boyfriend's face celebrating his victory against you.

"Princess, I already took a shower before you came." Wakasa's deep chuckle rang when he caged you against him tighter while trying to reach a jar of lollipops inside the cabinet behind you. Frowning, you tried to take the lollipop away only for Wakasa to move away from you."Nooo it's mine." the president of Kodou Rengou childishly whined and did a small run from you whenever you tried to take away the lollipop from his mouth. "Wakasa no." you sighed at the albino haired man. “No lollipops for you. You eat too many and leave the sticks lying around the house.”you scolded him while still trying to reach his height to take away the lollipop when you suddenly slipped.

Luckily for you, your boyfriend managed to catch you before you ends up on the floor. "Thank you Waka." you thanked him before squiggling out of his hold. "Princess stop." confused, you looked up at him, only to see a full blown pupil with 'something' poking on your stomach." Uhh Waka-" you were cut off by Wakasa,"You know what, maybe I want something sweeter than the candy."

And that's how you found yourself in this situation.

"Shit Princess, you're drenched." Wakasa who's been edging you with kitten licks sniggered against your folds. Going up to your face, Wakasa smiled as an idea lights up in his head. Taking out the lollipop that he kept at the side of his mouth, Wakasa looked at it before smirking." Heads up Princess." was the only warning you got before you felt a small pressure under as he pushed the lollipop into your hole. "Wa- Wakasa." you moaned when Wakasa started to move the lollipop in and out of you.

Popping out the lolly from your hole, you whined because of the empty feeling inside you. Smirking, Wakasa licked the lollipop, making eye contact with you. "Taste sweet. Sweeter when it has your essence on it." Wakasa said while finishing the candy stick.

"Don't worry Princess, I don't forget you." discarding the candy at his side, he now paid full attention to you and you only.

"Wakasa, gonna cum, 'm gonna cum!" your small scream accompanied with a blinding white flash as you cums, your body shaking uncontrollably. "Well, well will you look at that, don't know you can squirt Princess." Wakasa snickered against your crotch, lapping at it, getting you into overstimulation.

"Waka, no."

"Waka yes." ignoring your protests, Wakasa only added three of his fingers, massaging your walls and hitting your G-Spot directly while biting and licking your clit. At the feel of your walls constricting his movements, he smiled "Gonna cum again Princess?" he snickered.

"Ye-yes. Please, please let me cum. Wakasa let me cum please."

"Shh shh, come for me Princess. Cum now." Once Wakasa's fingers makes a 'come hither' motion, you're once again pushed into another orgasm.

"Waka. Waka, too much- 's too much." you babbled, trying to push Wakasa away but was proven unsuccessful as Wakasa's grip only got tighter. "Come on Princess, one more. I know you can give me one more." at that, you know it's going to be a long night.

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birthday-hell · 9 months

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Mr.5 (Gem)

Happy Birthday

July 26

#birthday #one piece #baroque works #new spiders cafe #cafe employee #officer agent #sniper #july 2023

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getousatoruu · 21 days

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Born to work at Angel Maid Cafe, forced into Jujutsu Sorcery

JJK light novel I owe you my life…

#modern AU Gojo but he is not a CEO or a hot shot celebrity #but a angel maid cafe employee #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk light novel #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen light novel

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rfxn-emulator · 3 months

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Working on a Tuesday

#pizza tower #fake peppino #noisette #cafe #tuesday #something about tuesday or whatever #satow #customer berates employee for spelling their name wrong on an order that wasn't theirs leaked footage watch now for free

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salad-006 · 8 months

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During my amino era i made like 35+ eddsworld aus and now that im back in the fandom the cycle just continues

Introducing fnaf eddsworld crossover but epic : created by me and @deaddelta after we watched the random encounters fnaf muscial

If you can't tell i really like drawing Edd

Also don't question why toms not shaded and has way less detail , i drew him like a week after the other two and just couldn't be bothered to put as much effort in

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 2 months

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hello! how are you? may i ask you to do something with the prompt "nuzzling into your neck/chest" with rei furuya? you're free to choose if it's a drabble or headcanon❤️thank you in advance ❤️

Furuya x reader

Navi.

Warnings: furuya being too exhausted to function and as a result acting like a puppy seeking affection from his owner 🥺

He came up behind you, moving sluggishly. His hair was a mess, tousled and covering his bleary eyes like bangs. A soft groan escaped his lips when he finally reached you. Immediately, his arms circled your waist and he pressed his face into your shoulder. He groaned again, long and guttural.

You giggled, a hand finding its way into his hair to card your fingers through the soft locks. "That tired, huh?"

"Hmm." He turned his head to the left to press a chaste kiss to your neck. He nuzzled against the spot right after.

"You really need to sleep more," you sighed and turned around. For a moment you looked at him, with his back bent, eyes barely open. You placed a kiss against his fluttering lashes, then took him into your arms. He nearly collapsed against you, and you were glad for the counter behind you preventing a fall.

He placed sloppy kisses down your shoulder, your neck until he reached your collarbone. With a final sigh, he let himself relax against your chest, nuzzling deep into your body.

Maybe breakfast could wait a little longer.

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 1 year

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Hello, hello El

So I have what some might see as a weird combination for a request from your 500 f event (congrats, btw, you deserve so many more!)

"You're in Trouble now!" (I've already forgot the number in the time it took me to type this 😅😅😅) and "behave" with Ranpo, please? 🙏

Because I think he can be rather strict/aggressive if darling doesn't abide his rules or listens to his instructions!

Of course 💕💕💕

Ranpo x fem!reader

Navi.

Warnings: mdni, smut

"C'mon sweetness, you know better than that," he scolded, holding out his hand for you to give him back his gaming console.

"No, you need to pay attention to me!"

He rolled his eyes.

"We went to your favourite store earlier, had a café date and took a nap together. I just want to game now, (Y/N)." He drew out your name in a whine but his voice had grown stricter.

You pouted.

"But-"

He raised one of his eyebrows.

"Behave. I know you're better than this, cupcake."

Your shoulders sagged, but you stubbornly kept on hiding the console behind your back. After a while, Ranpo sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Cupcake, you were being so sweet earlier-"

"Ra-"

"Ah, ah, ah." He held your chin to keep you from moving. "-but now you're really in trouble, sweetness."

He hummed, as if in thought, but the deep green glint in his eyes made you tense. A chuckle left his lips before he pulled you on top of him. He rested his head on the armrest with a devilish smile on his lips.

"C'mon, darl, at the very least show me how badly you want my attention, yeah? Make it worth my time."

A whine escaped you as you gently ground your hips against him. However, he gripped your hips tightly and pulled you harder against him. You let out a choked moan at the sensation. "I told you to make it worth my time, didn't I?" he hissed.

You nodded, biting your lips and ignoring the tears gathering in your eyes before you started to move your hips against him. Ranpo let out an unabashed moan and threw his head back.

"Fu-ck, that's it," he praised. "Get me off and I swear I'll cuddle you while I game."

#edogawa ranpo smut #edogawa ranpo x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo smut #what-the-dark-has-foretold #mdni #smut #cafe employee #bsd #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #500 followers event #500 followers

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thekillingmoonmoon · 2 years

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unholy: tokyo revengers

Shiba Taiju

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Pairing: Shiba Taiju x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut,choking, rough sex Length: 450

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He prays before and after each time he meets you. Before, for the Lord to forgive him for what he is about to do, after, for the Lord to never let his wife find out what he’s done. Shiba Taiju is a good man. He’s a good husband, a good provider. All his children attend the best school, wear the latest trends, have the best medical care. Of course, his wife should be satisfied, the good religious woman she is. She’s meek, mild, completely submissive as any good Christian wife should be. All her needs are met, and she rarely asks for any affection. In short, she’s boring.

But you, you with your intoxicating smile, a serpent tempting Adam into the garden evening. At first, he was just dragged into the club by some high-end executives, protesting about his wife and children. Those pleas died the moment he saw you, rolling your hips around the pole. And when you dropped your robe, his jaw dropped too. You were sin itself, dripping with lust, your hips rocking so slowly over his hardening cock. He feels shame, somewhere, in the dark corner of his mind, where he cares about what his pretty little wife thinks of him. But most of his mind is addled, sliding into the red and pink neon lights scattered across your shimmery skin. He wants to touch you, to kiss those pretty pouting lips, to feel your hot mouth around his length. And he does. In one mindless moment, he has you bent over the nearest surface, ripping your panties clean off your cunt to plunge himself deep in your soaked cunt. And he’s lost, lost in his sin, your sin, so wet and warm around his cock. He can barely hold himself back, but when you ask for is faster, harder, to actually ruin, the beast within bared its teeth. He had your back arched against his chest, his hand around your throat, tugging you back onto his cock just as much as you rocked back onto his length. It’s dark, dirty, in a grimy dressing room, somehow Taiju feels the closest to heaven he’s ever felt before, and it’s through the very lust that sent Adam from the Garden of Eden in the first place. . And once he’s tasted sin, he can’t help but crave more, crave the feel of you, your body. He’s ensnared, tied to you as much as you are to him. You could barely get yourself off before then but now you could cum at the tip of his cock breaching your walls. It's unholy, sinful, but it is your own desecrated heaven, the gasped silence between you and Taiju

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dearbraus · 2 years

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—Are You Watching?

Starring; Sasha Braus.

Warnings; 18+ only minors dni + afab!reader + thigh humping + semi public sex.

Word count; 0.3k

Note: repost for my best girl :)

❝When it comes to you, Sasha just can’t help herself.❞

“No one's gonna notice!” Sasha hisses, her nails digging deeply into your hips, “They’re all watching the movie and I can feel how wet you are baby!”

Clamping your hand over her mouth you shake your head. Tossing a glance over your shoulder you feel a bubble of guilt pop up in your chest, the growing ache between your legs spurring you to roll your hips against Sasha’s sturdy thigh. You shouldn’t have let Sasha’s sweet words get to you but she always knew the best ways to chip away at your resolve until you were kneeling at her feet, begging for reprieve. Always at the most inopportune time; she loved to see you desperate, loved the thrill of getting caught almost too much.

Gripping the back of the couch you whine, “Let’s get outta here!” you say, biting your lip, “Then we can play, don’t you wanna play with me, honey?”

Your clit throbs as the seam of your jeans hit just the right spot. The loud sounds emanating from the television cover up the blatant moan you let out, your hips speeding up as you rock back and forth. Jean lets out a cough, his gaze flickering over to the corner you and your girlfriend were tucked away in, a bored look covering his visage. His eyes linger for a short moment before focusing back on the movie, whispering something to Connie who laughs and elbows Armin in the process.

They were all in their own little world.

Sasha takes the needy whine you let out as encouragement to attach her lips to your neck, suckling on the tender skin.

“We can’t!”

She laughs at you, her grip tightening as you grind against her, “Stop anytime you want,” she hums, her teeth grazing your skin with her teeth, “I’m not forcing you.”

And you knew she was right.

She may have been the one to suggest it but you were the one to rub your sloppy cunt all over her thigh. You were the one who had to muffle your moans and keep your eyes locked behind you, creating a crick in your neck. Sasha was merely a bystander should the two of you get caught. But it felt too good to stop now.

#sasha braus smut #sasha braus x reader #sasha blouse smut #sasha blouse x reader #aot smut #snk smut #aot x reader #snk x reader #cafe employee

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king-xineohp · 2 years

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Between Two Worlds

Happy father's day to my favorite dilf

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Ni No Kuni II: Revenant Kingdom Roland Crane x reader

Roland turned to his door as he heard a gentle knock.

“Come in,” he said, an expert at hiding confusion. It was far too early for anyone else but Bracken to be awake, and even if it were anyone else in the castle, everyone was busy planning a celebration in the square- Khunbish had finally won a race against Tani, and ‘the kingdom of smiles’ would dive headfirst at any opportunity for a party.

The door didn’t creak as it opened like the office door at home, and he realized then that there was far more he missed than just Will.

Y/n stuck her head in the room as the door was hardly open.

“Come in ‘come in’, or just stand-in-the-doorway ‘come in’?” She asked.

“You can come into the room, Y/n,” Roland said with a half-playful sigh. “What brings you to my room so early in the morning?”

“Bracken asked Zip for a favor-”

“Oh no.”

“And he ended up extending that favor to everyone else in Broadleaf-”

“Oh no. What did Bracken have them all doing?” Roland asked, concerned that Zip was involved in the reason Y/n was visiting him.

“Looking for this!” Y/n said happily, revealing a book she’d been hiding behind the door. Finally, she came into the room, quietly closing the door behind herself. “It’s an ancient-ancient tome. Like, Allegoria ancient. Ancient as Mornstar.”

“Why was Bracken looking for an ancient tome? And why are you bringing it to me?” Roland asked, professional composure withering away as it usually did when he was confronted with magic.

“I asked Bracken and Leander if they knew of any ways I could learn about your world,” Y/n said softly, padding across the room in slippered feet to sit on the edge of Roland’s bed. “Leander’s still doing what he can, but he’s just one man. Bracken had all of Broadleaf doing research, and you know how good they all are at research.”

“Yeah… Makes sense they’d find something quick,” Roland agreed, nodding. “Why are you interested in my world?”

Y/n was silent for a moment, absentmindedly tracing the cover of the book with one of her fingers.

“I had a dream,” she said softly. Roland could be very stick-up-the-ass-ish at times, and she didn’t know his thoughts on weird dreams. “You were there. You were older, though. About Batu’s age, maybe, but it didn’t seem odd at all. You were in an odd office, though. The walls looked like the kind in Ding Dong Dell, but the floor seemed very Goldpaw-esque, and all the furniture was like Broadleaf with more wood and less metal. You looked so natural and comfortable there, I thought it had to be a place from your world. And that made me curious.”

Roland’s brow furrowed as he grimaced, and Y/n watched silently as he reached up and stroked his ponytail thoughtlessly.

“That sounds just like my office at home,” he said quietly, nodding as he let his hand fall into his lap. “I used to hate that place, but now I miss it.”

“Oh, Roland,” Y/n said sympathetically, setting the book down next to her. Roland just looked at her and smiled.

Will.

“Sorry. I get sentimental when I’m alone,” he said reassuringly. “It’s not so bad when I’m with you. It makes me happy that you’re interested in my home.”

“…I once heard you mention someone named William,” Y/n said hesitantly. He’d been in quite the mood when she’d overheard him, and she didn’t know if she was pushing a boundary. “Is William someone from your world, too?”

Roland’s heart caught in his throat and he looked around the room in a daze, half-panicked. He only calmed when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He set his over hers and took a deep-yet-shaky breath. The nightmare he’d had before fighting Doloran still crossed his mind every now and then.

“Yes,” he answered simply. Y/n could hear a certain sadness in his voice.

“Do you miss him, too?”

“Every day,” Roland said softly.

Y/n took Roland’s hand gently, leading him to stand from his desk. She tugged him over to the bed, letting him sit on the edge next to the book. She circled the bed as Roland clearly drowned himself in sad thoughts.

“Can you tell me who he is?” Y/n asked quietly as she clambered onto the bed behind the chief consul. Soft as ever, a gentleness Roland loved about her, she reached out and undid his ponytail, combing through his hair with her fingers.

“He’s my son,” Roland said, surprising Y/n. “In my world, I am around Batu’s age. I don’t know how or why I’m so young here. He’s about Evan’s age. I didn’t see him very often. He practically lived in the hospital.”

“I didn’t know you were a father,” Y/n said, trying to comb a knot out of Roland’s hair without hurting him. “It must be hard being away from him. You hide it pretty well that you miss your home.”

Roland moaned contently as Y/n’s fingers brushed against his neck and his cheeks flushed red at Y/n’s quiet giggle. He realized then that he hadn’t had the company of a woman he loved in years.

“It’s a skill you have to learn when you’re a politician,” he explained awkwardly. “I essentially held the same position as Zip back in my world.”

“And yet you have a certain disdain for him,” Y/n mused. “Not that that’s uncalled for, I think we all do.”

“Except Bracken,” Roland pointed out, letting out a satisfied hum as Y/n tied his now-smoother hair back into its usual ponytail.

“Except Bracken,” she repeated. “I’m sure Evan reminds you of William, doesn’t he? Isn’t that hard on you?”

“He does, in a way, but they’re very different,” Roland said, turning on his bed to face Y/n. “It’s not as hard as it should be, I think, probably because they’re so different from one another. But I think both of them could manage without me- That’s the worst part.”

“It may be the worst part, but it’s also the most untrue,” Y/n said, grinning smugly. “Without you, Evan would’ve lost to Mausinger a long time ago. Think of all the things you’ve done both for him and with him. If you left, he’d be crushed, and I’m sure it’s the same for Will. You may not see him much, but you love him, right? I’m sure he loves you, too.”

“Yeah… He’s one of my main reasons to keep living,” Roland admitted, smiling sadly to himself. “Sure, I have a country to run, but I also have a child to raise.”

“If he’s part you, I’m sure he's a great kid,” Y/n said. “You’re certainly a good father figure to Evan. If I could, I think I’d like to meet Will. You smile when you talk about him.”

“I can’t wait to see him again,” Roland said quietly. “Whether that means when I go back to my world or when I die, I don’t know.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it back to your world someday,” Y/n said reassuringly. “But, not to be selfish, I hope that’s not too soon. I’d miss you.”

“I’d miss you, too,” Roland said. “If you ever get lost in my world, come find me, okay?”

“I will,” Y/n said, smiling. “If I get lost in your world, you’re the only person -I think- who could help.”

“Not to be selfish,” Roland started, grinning knowingly at Y/n, “but if I’m home with Will again, I hope you do get lost in my world. I realized today I even miss the things I hate, but I already know how much I miss the things I love.”

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