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#hyena: I am relaxing in the dark what do YOU want
spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 5 months
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Tiger Stripes
Not your best Devon not your best
Pairing: Loki x reader
Word count: ….🥹
Notes: Sometimes NEVERMIND MID-NOTES I REALIZED IM CHANGING THE PAIRING anyway sometimes when I’m writing I ask myself “who am I obsessed with” and then I write about them. That’s actually how my dog also got his name *hyena laughing gif*. Ps I wrote these notes before writing the fic and I just have so much more to add like how I absolutely put a sweet mention of Frigga in this story because I’m FIXING it
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⭐️Day 19: Marking⭐️
You sat on the couch in your room, relaxed and cuddled up under a blanket. The golden girls was being rerun and you didn’t want to miss it this time. You’d filled up the mini fridge in your room with snacks galore and got ready for a long weekend doing nothing. You didn’t exactly get a day off being an Avenger but there didn’t seem to be any alien crime waves at the moment.
You were a good two hours into your binge watching when dark green sparkles started to fall from the ceiling, shrouding you in a green haze. You smirked and paused your show.
“You can come in”
In a bright flash of green Loki appeared in front of you, he looked relaxed. He’d worn the soft forest green sweater you’d gotten him for Christmas and a pair of nice pants. Even when he was dressed down he was dressed up.
“What are you up to?” He asks, his hands clasped behind his back as he looks you over, biting his lip. You feel a bit shy under his gaze. Ever since he’d come to stay at the tower with all of you, the only agreement he’d accepted in order to be somewhat free you’d both taken a bit of a liking to each other. The others were weary, Clint wanted nothing to do with him and once you’d started to warm up to him he’d distanced himself from you. You felt a bit guilty but you understood and he’d regularly reassure you he still loved you.
“Just watching Tv” You sat up and pulled your knees closer and bundled up your blanket. “Do you um- do you want to join me? I have snacks!” You reached your hand out snuffing the fire out on your candles.
He sat down, closer than you’d expected and put his hands in his lap, flexing his long fingers. He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and looked at you.
“What kind of snacks?”
You stare for a moment, blinking slowly at him. Admittedly you had a tiny bit of a weak spot for those arms and you had a tiny inkling he knew this.
“Things I think you’d like. Skittles and Starbursts and some different kinds of chips. SunChips to be exact! They’re the cheesy kind which is the best flavor.”
He listened to you, watching your lips the entire time. You weren’t even sure he was listening until he looked up at you.
“How do you get a sun into a chip?”
You snickered a bit as you got up from the couch and walked past him, grabbing a couple snack sized bags and two poppi sodas, you’d given him one a couple weeks ago and he became obsessed with the drink. Strawberry lemon to be exact. You made sure Tony kept it stocked up in the main fridge.
“That’s just the name Loki it’s not actually the su-“ you’re cut off by Loki pulling you into his lap, you land in his lap with a quiet “oof” as he gets comfortable, putting his legs up on the ottoman in front of him. He arranges you easily, his god strength setting you up with your back against the armrest and your legs in his lap. He takes the sodas and opens one for you, handing it to you and then opening his own.
“Are you comfortable my pet?” He asks as he opens the bags of chips as well, setting them in your lap.
“I-I no yeah I’m yeah I’m good. This- you’re this is comfy you’re- you have a nice lap??” Your voice is higher and he shakes his head, a slight smile on his lips. You take one of the chips and hold it up to his mouth.
“Say ah”
He opens his mouth, staring into your eyes and your cheeks heat up as you feed him. He takes a second, looking thoughtful as he chews it. Only Loki could look thoughtful and regal while eating a freaking chip.
“You were right, Y/N… I don’t hate them nearly as much as I thought I would”
You roll your eyes playfully “You know you don’t have to always go into things hating them. You don’t have to automatically hate everything!”
“I don’t hate everything automatically.” He raises an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah name one thing!” You cross your arms and smirk at him, sassing right back.
“I’ve never hated you.”
Loki wasn’t really paying attention to the show you were watching, instead his eyes were on you. You’d started to fall asleep a bit as you sat in his lap. Eventually he’d put his arm around your shoulders and sort of cradled you. He smelled so good, something other worldly like you’d never be able to put a finger on it but like it was made just for you.
“Do you want me to turn it off?” He asks as you turn into him, your facing burying in his chest.
“Watch it for me” you mumble as you nuzzle into your blankets. He watches as you fully fall asleep, your head falling onto his shoulder. He traces your cheek softly, watching you lean into his touch. It’s cute when you’re like this. He picks you up carefully bringing you over to your bed and pulls back the covers, setting you down. You wake slightly and pull his hand
“Stay with me… please?”
He was never really sure he had a heart anymore. Most days he’d spent trying to atone for the things he done to no avail. Yet here you were, a tiny little MidGuardian asking him to stay. The horrible things he could do, the horrible things he had done. None of it meant anything to you, you saw things he couldn’t see in himself anymore, if someone as sweet and wonderful as you could see it then maybe he wasn’t a lost cause after all.
“As you wish”
He laid down under the covers, they weren’t as soft as Asgard’s bedding. But it didn’t much matter when you were there. He laid next to you, a bit awkward at first. You curled up against him, laying your head on his chest. He put his arm around you and pulled you into him a bit more, your leg over his.
He laid still as you slept, afraid he’d wake you. His magic flowed from his fingers, snaking around your body and keeping you asleep. He’d started to fall asleep himself when a sharp knock at the door snapped him out of it, you rolled over and hummed irritably as they knocked again. Loki eased himself out of bed and over to the door. Was anyone supposed to know he was in there? Did you want people knowing you two met up alone? He opened the door, a stone mask as he looked at his brother.
“What” he sounded irritated
“Oh I apologize brother have I gotten the wrong room?” He looks around a moment, but your name is on the door… in fact the door is decorated to match your personal style, they all had doors like that.
“No. What do you want with Y/N?” He hears you stir again and steps outside, shutting the door behind him.
“I was just coming to see if she was in the mood to spar with me… she is a worthy opponent. What are you doing here?”
Thor eyed Loki suspiciously, it wasn’t like Loki to leave his room let alone be in the company of someone other than him. Even then he only barely tolerated Thor so he wasn’t always so alone.
“I don’t believe that’s any of your business brother dear” the words are scathing but they don’t bother Thor much anymore.
“I believe it is, it’s my job to make sure you’re on your best behavior and sneaking into Y/Ns room does not seem like it is your best behavior.”
“Who said I was sneaking!” Loki is always irritated but now he’s getting upset. Why would he ever do anything to hurt you, he couldn’t imagine ever hurting you.
“Brother please” Thor reaches out to him, putting his hand on his arm. “I think you have misunderstood my meaning-“
“What could you have possibly meant! Why would I ever lay a finger on Y/N. I will have you know that I have done very well keeping my distance. She doesn’t even know the ends of the power of which I possess! Am I really so bad to you that you think I would lay my hands on her? That I would curse her?” Loki clenches and unclenches his fists as he goes off, the very thought of any harm coming to you causing him to lose it mind.
Thor grabs Loki’s shoulders giving him a bit of a shake. “Loki- please Loki, let me finish. I was teasing, I said what I said only in jest brother. Steve and I have talked and he thinks you’re falling for her. I told him I did not think this to be true. I deeply apologize for offending you please, please don’t be mad at me”
Loki freezes, looking down at his feet. The rage he’d been feeling dissipating as he looks back up at Thor.
“You don’t think it to be true?”
“I’ve never known you to love Loki, and I do mean that in the way of a partner. I know you are capable of love… I just didn’t think anyone to be good enough for you.”
“You think I’m capable of love?” He looks at him and for the first time Thor feels it, he feels as though he’s finally having a moment with his brother. He has to count to 10 in his head so as not to ruin the moment and freak out. There’s time for that later. Totally. He’s gonna do it too he’s gonna run all the way to Steve’s room and pray to the all-father he doesn’t walk in and him and Bucky again. He takes a deep breath to compose himself.
“Of course I do Loki. We have our differences we have fought for years… but I know deep…deep….really deep down you are capable of loving someone.” Nailed it!
Loki looks at him, an eyebrow raised. He doesn’t like this moment with Thor it feels too sappy… too..brotherly. But he might as well throw him a bone every few centuries.
“What if I did love her?”
“Tell her. Mother would be so proud to see you finding someone finally. Finding someone you deem worthy.” Thor is starting to get a bit excited and Loki rolls his eyes.
“H-how do I tell her” he says through gritted teeth. He can’t believe he’s doing this.
Thor loses his cool for just a minute, a wide smile on his face as his hands squeeze Loki’s shoulders painfully.
“Just tell her brother, tell her as you have told me. Y/N is intelligent I’m sure she knows how you feel, it’s quite obvious she is smitten with you as well”
Loki pushes Thor away throughly done with this moment. He opens your door again, stepping back into your room.
“Should anyone find out about any of this, please remember I know how to shape shift.”
He shuts the door softly, rolling his eyes as Thor gives him a giddy double thumbs up. You’re still asleep thankfully as he gets back into bed with you, pulling you back onto his chest. You sigh softly and look up at him, your eyes heavily lidded.
“I thought you said you’d stay”your voice is rough with sleep.
“My brother needed me for a moment I apologize beloved.” He says softly as he strokes your hair. Your cheeks heat up a bit and you nod
“Oh… okay that’s fine I guess” you lay your head on his chest again and it’s quiet for a bit, the show running quietly in the background.
“Y/N?” Loki sounds hesitant “I- there’s something I’d like to-“
He’s interrupted by your phone ringing, you sigh and get up to climb over him but he stops you so you’re seated in his lap. Your cheeks are hot as you reach for your phone on the bedside table and answer it.
“Oh hey Banner! What’s up?”
Loki sits up, his face close to yours. You pull back a little but he leans in closer again.
“You want me to come to the lab when?”
Loki stares at you, his arms snake around your waist and pull you against his chest. He dips his head and rubs his nose against your neck first, inhaling your sweet scent
“Hang up the phone” he whispers in your ear as he kisses your neck, it’s innocent at first as innocent as that possibly can be. But he starts sucking softly, he rolls a soft circle with his tongue as he hands grip your waist.
“I- I’m sorry what? W-what was the question again?” You give Loki a weak shove as he walks his fingers up your body, over the curve of your breasts and wrap them gently around your neck. He tilts your head to the side a bit and starts sucking on your neck again, kissing down a path to your collarbone
“I believe I asked you to hang up the phone.” His fingers squeeze gently against your neck cutting off all thoughts as you groan lowly. He bites at your collarbone, leaving a dark bruise there almost immediately and you yelp.
“No no! I’m no!” Your voice is slightly strained. “Can I- can I call you back Bruce? Yeah thanks okay bye.”
He pulls your phone away and tosses it across the bed not even bothering to see if Bruce hung up, he pushes you down by your neck flat onto the bed and climbs on top of you, hovering his body a bit.
“I expect to be obeyed, darling.” He purrs in your ear as he squeezes your neck a bit harder. You know there’s gonna be bruises when you look in the mirror. You nod as best you can your eyes wide as you stare up at him. You’re starting to feel a bit dizzy as he leaves his mark, trailing dark hickies over your breasts. He finally lets up on your neck and you gasp a bit.
“L-Loki?” You ask, your body hot and your cunt dripping for him already.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
You feel a warmth spread over your body, it’s soft and soothing.
“No?” You watch as two golden bracelets appear around your wrists. They match the golden horns you’ve seen before.
“Would you wear my signet, Y/N?”
“Y-you mean the- the?” You make little horns on your head with your fingers and he chuckles.
“Yes, my helmet. I can… here.” He takes your arm and turns it over, rubbing over the skin softly. You feel a small burn, nothing too painful as a small golden helmet with a snake wrapped around it appears on your wrist.
“I can take it off- if- if that’s what you want… I just. I’m not asking you to marry me- not yet anyway but-“
“Yet-??”
“I want you to know I care about you. I want you to know that if any man were to even look in your direction I’d behead him before he even had the chance to speak. I would gut him like a-“
You grab him by the collar and yank him down to you, kissing him passionately pushing your answer to him as best you possibly can. His body is frozen for a moment before he melts into you, groaning against your lips as you run your fingers up his elegant neck and through his hair.
“Loki” you laugh as you pull away slightly. “Loki are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“It sounds so juvenile when you put it like that” he looks disgusted and you giggle as you kiss him again, a light little peck on his lips. You look at your arm, the gold shining no matter what way you turn it.
“Oh so you don’t? Want to be my boyfriend?”
“Of course I want to be your boyfriend, Y/N” he looks exasperated that you’d even suggest he didn’t want to and you smile happily, hugging him to your chest.
“About time you asked”
He rolls his eyes and you giggle, looking at the golden bracelets on your wrists.
“What are these?”
He smirks as he grabs your arm, kissing it softly.
“A surprise, I’ll show you how to use them in the training room later.”
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aneenasevla · 2 years
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Heavy Bakery - Chapter 27
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Chapter 27 - Our Tight Situation
The sun was hot that summer. Birds were chirping outside, and the sound of battle was perfectly audible outside the traditional japanese house.
Right side punch, kick, left side punch, upward right punch…
He could read movements well, which was good. He couldn't relax. His opponent was agile, but the experience of fighting him was more than dated. He knew every part of Raian's body well, and the way he moved. So much so that he felt he could even draw him, if he only knew how.
His breathing was relaxed, he still wasn't giving it his all. Ohma too, it wasn't like they were actually fighting.
“Hey, softass” Raian said, as they walked away to take a pause, walking around in a circle to study each other “you're busy these days, aren't you?”
“If I stayed idle, would you complain too?” Ohma moves his shoulders, recovering from the blow he had received “spill it.”
“Me? It's you who has to spill it” he runs to the seaweed head in order to continue his punching, starts with a crescent kick, which Ohma defends, then another string of punches, and it was almost an elbow to the chin “nothing bad, heh” but he does a feint and, seeing the other react, grabs him by the arm “But I'm still curious.”
Ohma grabs him by his arm too, and the two face each other. Raian's dark eyes seemed to bore into him in malice.
“Come here, are you still training in the Wrestling gym?” he teases “It looks like you’re defending himself too much… afraid of drawing my blood?”
Ohma responds with a headbutt, but Raian was already on to that, letting go and pushing him before impact, avoiding hitting his nose.
“I don't need your mockering, Kure” - he straightens his shirt, grimacing at the loose collar. At least it didn't rip “and what difference does it make where I train?”
"Oh, none." The blonde had a sneer on his lips. Ohma went on the attack, not wanting to hear. Raian chuckled softly as he fended off the punches. “I don't give a damn” he dodges one on the chin “who you train with too... the problem” he holds another punch, making Ohma take a step back “I just wanted to know what yours is, to leave Kure village and pass it on the apartment the old man gave you. Are you wanting to get out of here?”
“Fusui needed it more than me” Ohma comments “I'm fine now…”
“Oh yes?” Raian raises an eyebrow “Did you find where to stay? That’s so nice” he never gave compliments, and when he did, it was always with that note of sarcasm “but suspicious…”
“What are you talking about?” Ohma makes a displeased face “You're purposefully diverting the focus.”
“Just answer, damn it.”
“Yes, I passed it on, I gave out the house” he leaves the combat pose, putting a hand on his waist “so what? It's not like I need it, got my stuff back, isn't that what an adult is supposed to do?”
“Ahhh… right…” Raian crosses his arms “but if you married Karla you wouldn't have to do that… right?” He gives that laugh, like a hyena.
“I already told you I won't” he grunts, returning to the combat pose “stop insisting…”
And Ohma goes on the attack again, this time with a kick. But from the situation, Raian already knew the trick, and he held it.
“It's kind of already decided, asshole” and retaliates with a good one on Ohma's ribs, who tenses his muscles to hold with the adamantine Kata “You who still haven't turned on.”
Ohma feels his body stiffen in anger, and concentrating his strength, manages to plant a punch right in the side of Raian's face, which falls to the ground. The blonde gets up and manages to still laugh, even with his split lip. The hyena's laugh would get on anyone's nerves.
“Hey, that was some bullshit punch. Come to me, sweetie.” he provokes more. Ohma rolls his eyes.
“Can you stop? That sounds very perverted.”
“All the more reason for me to fuck you,” he continues. Ohma grimaces.
“Did you always say that shit, or am I just noticing it now?”
“Hoooooh, Lil’Ohms’s turning into people now?”
Ohma would love to punch him for sending out those nasty nicknames, but waits for Raian to arrive, and fends off the attacks again. He was already losing patience.
“Well I suspected that” the blonde says in the midst of the barrage of blows “even your smell is different, seaweed head!”
“Does my new shampoo bother you, faggot?” he teases too, and Raian laughs.
“Hahahaha, as if it were!” he holds the other's hair, and despite the latter's protests, he sniffs it “Jeez it's really true…”
Ohma lets go, an annoyed grimace “man, stop that.”
“I should say that. I'm feeling changes, man.” he says seriously for once “I feel you are moving away from the clan…”
“Would you rather I stayed like a parasite?” Ohma massages his head. Surely the idiot pulled some strands of hair with his brutality.
“Parasite? You are almost one of us. The old man decided, and the heiress herself also agreed” he crosses his arms again “will you stop coming to train too?”
Ohma blinks. Is that what he was worried about?
He knew Raian was the type who teased too much and made himself under-understood, but sometimes even when talking serious sounded like teasing, which made it all the more complicated.
“Stop training? What are you talking about?” Ohma frowns “I'm just moving, what's your problem?”
Raian grunts “you're not the type to do that.”
“But you just said that I changed” Ohma was confused “and it's not the first time I've done that. Besides, I was here to recover, away from the Worms, who were searching for me. It's been too long, don't you think?”
“Hnm…” the blonde nods, understanding  “it makes sense, but something is smelling strange to me… why just now? Karla is already finishing college and…”
“That's why I want to go” he sighs “I don't want to keep waiting, I already said I don't accept this. She will take over the post and I will not welcome her with open arms.”
“This is sounding like you don’t want her to take her place…”
“No, I'm fending off the misinterpretation that I'm waiting for her like a groom in the altar. For the last time, I…”
“Okay, okay, I already got it” he waves with his hand “and where will it be?”
“For you to invade? Want to share a bed, too?”
“Only if it's to kill you in your sleep.”
“That's why I won’t tell, no, thanks.”
The two went to drink water. Practice had ended in a draw. Ohma inwardly sighed in relief. If that idiot knew the truth, all his plans to part ways with the Kure for good with some peaceful relationship would go down the drain…
And he was tired of feeling like he was in debt.
The cell phone rings. In the presentation photo, the image of a cthulhu. She smiled. In fact, it suited him too well.
“Hello…?”
“Hi, can I stay in your house?” was Ohma's voice.
“Stay?” For the night? She thought “Of course you can, you are welcome…” she smiles “you have the key, don't you?”
“Yes, I have. Thanks” he hangs up. Kanami blinks. He really didn't waste time on the phone, did he?
Kana shrugs. She would deal with that later.
And when she arrived, at three o'clock in the afternoon, he was there, sitting on the couch. And beside him a huge backpack.
“Hi…” he says when she gets home. Medeyami meowed, greeting her, but while still in the couch, receiving a pat on the shoulders from Ohma “I thought you would arrive later…”
“I arrived early, it’s true” she blinks “what is this backpack?”
“You said I could stay…”
“Hey? Wait, you said “stay”, like, move in?!”
He blinks, that blank, innocent face as usual. It sometimes gave her an adrenaline rush of anger.
“Okay…” she tries to calm down “Wait, you… just decided to come and everything is ok…?”
“Uh… yeah.” he continues with the same washed face.
“Did you lose yours by any chance? Were you expelled?”
“I gave it back to the Kure… And I had an abandoned mansion that I used to stay in, but they demolished it. Someone just bought the state”
“So you're broke?”
“No, I just don't have a house” he shrugs “I could buy one of something, but you have a vacant room and I can pay the bills.”
This made Kanami calm down a bit. At least he wasn't offering to stay for free.
“…Right. We'll have to clean it up yet, but…” she sighs. It's not like he was a stranger. On the contrary, he was basically her boyfriend, a himbo with an otherworldly mindset, but he was her significant other. Kanami gives up arguing, at least, the times he were here, he proved he wasn’t a messy and unkempt man “Okay, come on, let's at least leave this in the room, then after cleaning, tomorrow we can talk about it further…one night is not gonna hurt anyway”
He takes the cat off his shoulders, sets it down gently on the couch, and gets up and picks up his bag. They approach the guest room when the doorbell rings.
“Uh… who is it now?” She looks to the entrance hall.
“Kanamiiiiiiiiiiii!!” she hears a high-pitched and familiar voice, outside.
“Hey, who could it be…? Huh?” She looks to the side. Ohma was gone.
She widens her eyes. How could a six-foot, two-hundred pounds man disappear so fast?! She hears the noise again at the door, and she is forced to go answer it. She would deal with The Himbo Ghost later.
“I’m Coming!” She runs and opens the door. She is startled by a pair of dark sclera eyes, and almost gets a fright “Ahhh, hello, Karla…”
“Hey!” she smiles “You do remember me, good!” she delivers a box “I thought you'd like a visit. Here, there is an assortment of various rice balls. As you already bake cakes, I thought bringing sweets would not be appropriate.”
“Ah… well, thank you…” she couldn't say no to the rules of hospitality, especially when she brought food “You can come in, I guess. I was about to start a huge cleaning, so don't notice the mess, please”
“Oh, okay, I'm just visiting for a little while” she looks around “yeah, your house is cute.”
“Thanks. It was recently renovated, but you already knew that.”
“Yea. I remember” Karla said as she was entering “I came to talk about a few things with you …”
“Well, what you want to talk about?” she blushes, leaving the Onigiris on the table.
“Well, I… I've been away for college for a while, but I'm about to graduate, so I'm taking a little time before I present my final exam.”
“Congratulations. It's what course, by the way?"
“Medicine, it's a clan tradition that we are able to give and take life” she indicates with both hands with a balance. Kanami holds a hard swallow.
“Wow, congratulations on your effort. I studied Cullinary Arts in college, and well, I'm a Chef…”
“Ahhh, so you are a Baker entirely by choice?”
“Yeah. If I wanted to be an chemist to make bombs I would be” she winks. Karla laughs.
“It looks like it” she laughs anyway “but yes, you could be even an assassin if you wanted. My father is a hitman, and member of the clan by marriage, so that's right.”
Kanami laughs a little awkward “but tell me, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Aahhh, is that your kitty?!” she squints, the cat arches its back and runs away meowing “Ah... come here, I just want to give you a caress…”
“Ahhh, leave him, he's kind of skittish with strangers. Seriously, he's really fast.”
Karla ignores it and picks up the cat, which kicks. She lets go and the cat disappears into the house. Karla sighs for a second.
“I said it” Kanami rolls her eyes.
The Kure turns around, looking at her.
“Well, it's just… I need some help.” her expression was unaltered.
“Do you? From me?” Kana blinks “and why would you need my help…?”
“A female help. You see, my only friend I can talk about these things with is in England, and well, my cousins ​​and other women of the clan don't have much to talk to me about this specific subject… and well, you seemed like a valid option.”
“Riiiight” she crosses her arms, leaning against the bench “well, you can say so. Do you want tea or water?”
“I'll take some water” she sits at the island table “well, Kana-san… can I call you Kana?”
“Welp, you can” she felt that the girl would ignore it if she said no.
“Well, Kana” she smiles “You were with Ohma for a while, during custody, right?”
Kanami almost drops the bottle, but manages to catch it. Does she know…?
“Well, yes, during custody… but what about him?” She tried to keep her tone natural.
“Well, when I saw you two walking together in the city. I saw that he seemed very calm with you, in fact too calm. And he didn't seem disinterested or irritated. That's why I… well… thought things.”
“Ahhhh…” she remembers the time. In fact, but she didn't know that, when she was there. Just thought that was his normal reaction  “Yes, but what are you trying to say?”  puts the water on the table, for both of them, she drinks a sip when Kanami drinks hers.
“Tell me, what did you do that he let you in?” she rests an elbow on the table, head on her hand, the other hand makes circles with the sweat of the glass “I... no matter what I do, he never... well, he used to run, now it's better, but I can't even hug him. You managed to touch him. What did you do?”
Kanami blinks. Is she seriously asking that? Karla Kure, the strongest woman in a fucking clan of assassins, almost like a princess, asking some “lowly baker” for love advice?
She wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh out loud at the irony. But she controlled herself, pretending to cough through the water and trying to make a thoughtful tone.
“I don't know…?” She shrugs “I was just being myself…I guess?”
“Impossible, there's something else there, something I'm not capturing. Maybe I couldn't explain myself” she clears her throat, her cheeks getting a little flushed “You see... every time I get close, he hides, or when I hug him, he tries to push me away anyway... I never even managed to kiss him... He treats me like a stranger... but we're engaged, you know?”
Kanami blushes, her body wanting to get ready to object, but she takes a deep breath, sitting down at the table and pouring more water.
“Well…” she felt that she needed to say something, so something she would say “And that happens every time…?”
“Every time” she pouts.
“Have you ever triedto think… that maybe he's not the problem?” She says slowly, with the most polite tone possible.
“How come?”
“Well…” Kanami sighs. There it goes “What do you know about him?”
“Well, he's handsome, in good health, grayish brown eyes, wavy black hair, a wonderful body with impressive genetics. It makes me want to take him to bed right away.”
Kanami holds back the urge to agree, but continues.
“More than that… Do you know what music he likes?” she answered immediately in her mind: metal and classic rock, or something with a strong beat and a really heavy bass.
“Do you know what kind of smell he likes?” caramel and meat, and the smell of sizzling fat in a grill.
“or, I don't know… if he wakes up early or not?” yes, he always woke up early... unless he had come back from a fight, in which case he slept until ten, but never passing beyond that. He always takes naps during the day if he slept poorly… 
“or even maybe... uhhhhh... where did he come from?”
“Oh that last one I know!” Karla smiles “He came from an illegal area here in Tokyo prefecture called 'the Inside', he has no known parents, and until he was twelve years old he lived on the streets. Poor thing” she makes a pout.
“Well, then I think you have a clue” she shakes her head “he lived alone, all this time, like a mad dog... imagine what he had to do to survive.”
“Yeah, but that's in the past now, right?”
“Yes, but… there is a saying that goes, in my country, which is “the person leaves the street, but the street does not leave the person”. He shaped himself from that. So, he may have improved, but still, deep down, there are some remnants of that.”
“Ahhh… yes, I understand” she nods “So… he still has those instincts.”
“Correct.”
“That's why he's so focused on fighting. He spent his life fighting and defending himself…”
“Exact. And does that mean…?”
“That I have to fight him if I want something?”
“No!” she sighs. This was going to be difficult “It's not that…” she looks at the living room and Medeyami was on the couch, licking himself “let me show you. Medeeey! Psss, come here…”
The cat obediently comes over, and climbs onto the balcony.
“Remember when you tried to pet him? - she caresses the cat's head in reward” what happened?
“He ran away” she looks at the cat all sly next to her, pouting. “I’m scary to him”
“It seemed like that, right? But try it now… carefully present your hand to him.”
She looks and does, a little confused. The cat sniffs the hand and headbutts it, looking for affection. She caresses, her eyes start to shine.
“Oooohhh, so cute…” she continues, the cat lies down, taking her hands “he's even cuter than my cousins said…”
"So it is. Now change the cat to Ohma. It's the same, don't you think?"
Karla opens her eyes.
“Oh” she opens wider, widens “Oohh… really?”
“Well, now I don't know for sure, but it was like that for me. Once, at the time, I touched him, you know, those little friend taps, and he wows!’ she makes a defensive gesture “I saw his eyes, he looked exactly like a wild cat, ready to attack. So I apologized and asked fist next time, soon he let me do it.”
“Nooo… that easy?”
“Well, not really, I've always had cats, so I know how to deal with it, but it was the first time I've seen a human that size be like that… you said yourself that he spent his entire childhood fighting right? He must have taken so much, too. It leaves marks on one's soul.”
“Yeah…” she lowers her eyes, then cheers up “Yeah! It is! So do I have to approach slowly?”
“And don't scare him. Cats hate to be scared.”
“Yes… that sounded great! Thanks!” she holds Kanami's hand and shakes it vehemently “Thanks for the water, and the talk, I needed that advice!”
Kanami holds her hand a little, and squeezes, smiling a little “heh… I'm glad… I don't know if It’ll help you, but at least you have a start…”
Karla suddely stopped, interested. She looks at Kanami's hands, and squeezes her arm “Wow… you really are well built, I noticed that just now…”
“I work out you know…” Kana rolls her eyes. Karla smiles.
“You're tall too, and stocky… you’re that big by effort or does it run in the family?”
“In part by my family” she began to worry.
“Are you looking for a boyfriend?”
Kanami blinks “Me?”
“Yea! I have some cousins ​​that might interest you… Raian mentioned you the other day, so you must have caught his interest, maybe…?”
Kanami widens her eyes. "Whaat? Now you want to arrange marriage for me? And with a psychopath?!” She thought, alarmed.
“Oh no, I'm not looking for anyone” she blushes a lot “I'm about to open my new restaurant, I can't think about it right now, sorry, but my career first.”
Karla blinks, then smiles, squeezing her hand tighter.
“Girl, you're right!” she nods “yes, you can't do anything now, follow your dream first. How about I help you?”
“No, really, thanks” she lets go of the other's hands “I'd like to get it for my effort first, if you don't mind.”
“Oh, okay, I support it too!” she gives a thumbs up “Elena, my friend from England, said the same thing with her stuff. I admire her tenacity so much, I think I approve of hers too. We have to work hard to get to our place in the sun!” she smiles adorably.
Kanami couldn't help but smile. Yeah, she was a little too outgoing for her tastes, but she was kind of cool. Well… despite the circumstances too.
“Thank you too! It's so nice to have a friend with life experience…” Karla starts.
“I'm not that old” she grimaces “I'm not even thirty yet, Miss Karla…”
“Are you not? Oh sorry, I think it's because of your size” she looks at Kanami's muscles indiscreetly under her clothes “people from Japan tend to be smaller. You're not entirely Japanese right? I could say you’re kinda Western… American, maybe? Oh man, you’re beautiful and really big, I really liked it…”
Kana didn't know if she was offended or praised. Where she spent part of her life, to be big was to be fat, but decided to feel praised.
“Yeah, I’m a big woman… genetics, right?” she smiles awkwardly.
“Yes, genetics” the assassin smiles “Well, I think I'll go, I don't want to disturb your chores…”
“No problem… I needed… a glass of water… and you needed some advice.”
“Yes, yes, I will think carefully about it” she gets up “See you later, Kana”
“Until… I ah… good afternoon.” She escorts the girl to the door, waving as she disappears down the street, almost jumping like a kid. Kanami sighs and closes the door.
She watches the house. Sepulchral silence, except for the cat that was still purring on the table.
“Okay… she's gone, big guy” she announces around the house “Come on, get out, Mr. ghost.”
A minute goes by before she hears the bed in the guest room shake. And he appears through the opening in the stairs, massaging his head.
“I thought she would never leave…” he sighs, grimacing.
“Well, I saw her go away down the street” Kanami comes close to him, he takes a step back, still with a sour face “what is it?”
“Are you… mad at me?” he crosses his arms “What did I do for you to do this to me?”
“This… what? I do not understand…”
“You gave Karla love advice… to hit on me” He speaks louder, not exclaiming “Are you trying to get rid of me? Handing me on a tray to her?”
“What? No, Ohma… you got it wrong…”
“How come, I got it wrong? I heard everything, your house has thin walls…”
Kanami sighs. It was the turn of the second idiot of the day, hold on tight, girl.
“Tokita Ohma” she says firmly “Do you think… I'm going to give you that easy? I'm risking my life, dating and even having sex with a guy who is an assassin's love interest. Not only that, but she is the heir to a clan full of them. Do you think I would even touch you if I didn't like you and wasn't willing to fight?!”
He was speechless for a moment, and then he grimaced “You gave her love advice. She chases me, what do you think it will be now?”
“But don't you think, at the very least, you shouldn't be on good terms with her? Now at least she won't try to grab you by force…”
“I don't want her,” he says in that irritating monotone.
“Yes, but if she gets mad at you, which is quite possible, she can have you killed and rip your balls and seed out by force. This is possible, with today’s tech and she is almost a doctor.”
He widens his eyes, cringing, probably imagining the pain.
“I won't let it, I won't lose it…” he tries to stiffen up. Oh, men…
“I don't doubt it, but I prefer to protect you from that possibility, Tokita Ohma.”
He was about to say something, but he stopped when she continued:
“Even more, this can serve for the future, if she even gets close to you and knows about you, we can have the slightest hope that she can finally hear you and you can say the goddamned NO.”
He just looks at her. He didn't look confused. Excellent.
“So please. Do not confuse things. I'm keeping her from going after me too, not when I'm not ready to even fight her one-on-one. A protector is worthless if they die and leave their protegee helpless.”
She approaches him. He didn't pull away, which was good, it meant he wasn't weirding her out anymore. Kana puts her head in the middle of his chest.
“So don't ever think about me abandoning you, okay?”
He sighs, and she feels his hand caressing her head.
“Sorry” Ohma finally says, lowering his tone “I underestimated you. I thought you got scared of her and dumped me at first sight.”
“You were wrong to underestimate… I won’t dump you, for fucks sake…” she says in the middle of his chest “Not when I found a nice guy who suits me… and on top of that one that treats me like the woman I am, not like an Amazon wanting snu-snu…”
“What is Snu-snu?” he gets confused.
“You know what it is…” she grabs the flesh of his chest “only it's usually said when it's done with a small guy with a huge woman, you know…”
“Oh. So we don't snu-snu…I’m bigger than you” he nods.
“Or when the woman is dominant, or fights for dominance in the bed…”
“So do we do it or not?” he grunts. She laughs, hugging him.
“We do… but you win most of the times”
“Great” he takes her by her waist and carries her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes “let's finish cleaning that room, then we'll mess up the bed with this snu-snu thing there.”
She couldn't help but laugh.
Another busy day at the bakery. This time, it was from businessmen from neighboring locations, but she missed the fighters. Apparently it was some sort of Soccer game day, and as it was at the right time, a lot of them showed up.
Kanami observes, it was nice to see them excited, it was contagious.
The day goes by, even some of them came and were gone, and Ohma still hadn't arrived. He was probably speaking some things with Mr.Yamashita… at least she knew he would be home later...
“Oh my. He is now living in my house” Kanami felt “If they see us there together, what will it be? I hope nothing happens, for the love of…”
“No sir. I'm not available” she hears Tomoyo say to a guy at the table.
“Oh, come on, give it a chance, babe…” The fella was one of those guys who lived in a leather coat and paid like a delinquent, he had an interesting bearing, but his face was one of those who was up to no good.
“Please, let me be, sir. I'm not interested” she rolls her eyes.
Kanami feels her instincts in turmoil. How old must he be? Twenty? She was still seventeen! She watched, but already wanting to get off the counter.
“Damn baby, seriously you aren’t?” he starts chasing her off the table, Kanami doesn't think twice. In another second, she was already in front of him and stopped him with one hand, looking him in the eye. Tomoyo walks away.
“Hey, why don't you get someone your age, man? - She speaks through her teeth, low voice.
The man's eyes widened… but the wrong way, out of pure interest.
“Oh my wooord, I aimed at the mermaid, I hit the goddess” he took a step back to look at her, both were the same height, “Good night miss.”
Kanami blinks in surprise.
“Sorry?”
“Sorry for your little friend, I was searching for a flower, but I hadn't seen your glow, pardon me…” He smiles, like he was something irresistible.
Oh no, an idiot throwing phrses from a booklet. She sighs.
“Get out” she shakes her head “you're bothering the customers.”
“Miss, I happen to be a customer too, ehehe, hey, I bought some bread” he shows the bag “do you want me to leave without paying?”
“If you're going to be inconvenient, a few yen less is not enough to make up for my peace of mind. Fuck off.”
….
“No, man, I'm telling you, the guy only managed to hit me by luck” Lihito laughed, as they approached the bakery “I managed to get there and make him shut up, hahaha, the arena shook with their cheers…”
“Too bad I couldn't see that” Okubo smiles at his friend, the other two idiots were laughing along with him.
“I only believe when I see it, man” Himuro laughs “so far I've only seen you losing…”
“That's why I don't invite you anymore, damn, you just bring me bad luck” Lihito jokes, and the others laugh. Ohma smiles, they were in Yamashitakazuo's office so they decided to invite him to eat together.
“So, man, are you going to go out with your little friend again and leave us?” Kaneda provokes. Ohma and Okubo look at the same time.
“Oh, I do not know. Do you have plans?” Okubo says immediately.
“Well, we have a videogame at home, if you feel like…” Kaneda offers “I got a new one, called Biohazard 8...”
Ohma ignores the guys, walking through the front door. It wasn't with him, thankfully...
“If you have to pay inconveniently, a few yen less is not enough to pay for my peace of mind. Fuck off” He hears the voice he most wanted to hear, but in the wrong tone.
He sees a guy getting too close to Kanami, and she was clearly uncomfortable.
“What is it, Ohma?” He could barely hear Himuro talking, because his feet moved before he could think about what he was doing.
Kanami was about to leave when the quasi-delinquent pulls her hand.
“Really, my goddess, if not now, then, let's talk later?”
Her fist was already clenching to punch the guy when she turns around and sees the shadow behind the guy. She widens her eyes and almost startles, sighing in relief. The man turns around and is really scared.
“wow, where did this giant come from?” He exclaims “Hey man, I'm blocking the traffic, by any chance?”
“You’re bothering her” he approaches his face, bending down a little to look him in the eyes, the aura manifesting “Get out”
The guy cringes and raises his hands “okay, sorry, I didn't know she was yours…”
“Hey!” she protests.
“Hey, what's going on?” Lihito asks, crossing his arms.
“Is the guy bothering you, Miss Kana?” Okubo punches his hand, snapping his fingers “We clean up the trash, you can relax.”
“Yeah, this one stinks…” Ohma almost growls, the guy's eyes widen when he sees the three of them and finally surrenders, now feeling he pissed off the wrong people.
Lihito pretends to lunge at him, and he yelps in response, now flying off. Ohma follows with his eyes.
Kanami doesn't know if she's happy to be protected or offended because she could handle it.
“Ah… thanks boys, but…” she starts.
“Are you okay?” Ohma asks, with the usual expression.
“We arrived just in time” Lihito smiles, like the giant golden retriever that Kanami learned to see he was.
“I, I’m allright, thanks. I could handle it, but I…” She blushes, not knowing what to say.
“Ohma, calm down man, if we hadn't interfered, you'd grind the guy to dust” Okubo jokes, patting him on the back.
Ohma sighs and turns around “I'm still pissed, stop.”
Okubo gives a sign of surrender, Ohma turns around and sits at the table where the guy was before. Lihito and Okubo look at each other and look at Himuro, who shrugs.
“I think we all need to calm down” Kaneda says “everyone knows Ohma gets angry when he gets in the way of his meal.” he smiles, and everyone else gives a sign of understanding “Miss Kanami, good afternoon, we came here for dinner.”
“Oh, yes, I already got it. Eh… Tomoyo who was being bothered, she is with Tomori inside.”
“What, really?” Okubo who turns around this time. Kanami raises her hands.
“Relax, she's fine” she assures “I was just pushing him away when you arrived. Cute, but not my type.”
The boys manage to laugh. Ohma stays very quiet.
“So I’m serving you today, you can order directly from me.” She gives them the menu, to calm the mood.
She leaves after taking the orders. The four idiots look at Ohma.
“Hey Kelpthulu, are you still mad?” Lihito asks.
"No." He was grimacing, but not frowning anymore.
“Great” Himuro says “Because you are not usually like this.”’
“Well, she's our friend, right, guys?” Kaneda, always a peacemaker “Ohma was only the first to see them. I'm sure everyone here would act…”
“Yeah, but don't you think she would be able to act alone in this situation?” Himuro frowns.
“Yeah, man, she's an Amazon and all, but what does it cost us to be friends?” Lihito defends “Ohma just did it…”
“Yes, but if we didn't interfere and let it, the seaweedhead would grind the other one, and it could cause problems for the bakery people, and for Kanami too.” the darkskin one speaks softly.
“Wait a minute, Ohma, were you really going to do that?” Okubo looks at his friend.
“No…”
“That’s what I thought” Okubo smiles.
“Just break a few bones.”
“No, man” Okubo grimaces.
“Damn bro, I've seen you get pissed, but for a loaf of bread?” Lihito laughs.
“The girl makes the bread he eats, dude…” Himuro rolls his eyes.
"Heh, even so." The blonde crosses his arms.
“Why am I always the subject of the table when I'm here?” Ohma looks at them “Am I some kind of exotic animal, by any chance?”
Guys clear their throats, he was right. Lihito didn't get it, laughing.
“Well, rare species you already are…” he is met with Ohma's gaze, now he shuts up.
“Here guys, sorry for the delay” Kanami arrives, quickly delivering what they asked for “Tomoyo is back to work, crisis averted. Thank you." She smiles, handing Ohma's foof last. His bad expression disappears when he looks at her. Kaneda and Himuro notice, and look at each other quickly, nodding in mutual understanding, especially when she leaves, and he follows her with his eyes for half a second.
Kaneda hides a smile with the sleeve of his kimono. Himuro stays with him, pretending to be happy for the croissant. Ohma looks at the buns and starts eating.
“Oh, Ohma” Himuro calls “you must have eaten the whole menu already, right?”
Ohma nods. The other nods too, mimicking.
“How long has it been? Six months?”
“Eight,” he answers calmly.
“Wow, it's been a long time” Kaneda nods “and you come here often?”
“Why not? The food is tasty.”
Lihito and Okubo raise their eyebrows, but shrug their shoulders and keep to themselves. Lollygagging was not what they want. Kaneda continues:
“What about that Yakiniku restaurant you like?”
“What about it?” Ohma look at them “let's go there after eating here?”
“Hnmm…” Himuro was ready to give up, but Kaneda was still resolute.
“I've seen you less there, it seems like you found another place to eat…”
“Missing me there? I'll follow you, man, don't fret.”
“Nah, no, I was talking about you not talking to us anymore, not going to hang out with us, like in other times…”
“I’m Busy” he nods “fights and such.”
“Does this “such” include crushing on Kanami-san too?”
Ohma's eyes widen, freezing with the cemented expression on his face. Kaneda smiles. Checkmate.
Lihito's eyes widen, Okubo is surprised. Himuro really wanted a cigarette right now.
“Wha? What?” Lihito exclaims “Seriously? The…” he turns to look at the counter, when he sees Kanami there working, he looks at them and whispers, pointing to her while covered by the other open palm “The Amazon?!”
“Damn, so that's his type?” Okubo chuckles “Now I understand why, he has a very specific type.”
Ohma was still paralyzed. Himuro sighs.
“There's nothing to be nervous about, bro” he assures “it's normal…”
“We just wanted to know, don't worry, we won't spread it.” Kaneda smiles.
“Hey Miss Kanami-hmmmph!...” Lihito was about to say when the other three attacked the blonde and pulled him to shut up.
“Holy shit, man, you don't know how to keep quiet, don't you?!” Himuro whispers, while the guy struggles to free himself without breaking anything.
“Damn bro, respect your friend” Okubo squeaks low “and if she doesn't want to? It will be just like the delinquent from before…”
“You really don't think, do you, man?” Kaneda sighs.
“I just want another milkshake!” Lihito squeaks “let go of me!”
“Boys, no fighting games, please!” Kanami says with a firm tone, from the counter. The three release Lihito, who almost jumps off the table.
“Afe bro, what got into you?” he massages his face, with red marks because of the strength of the three “Come on, I’m not a snitch…”
“Sorry, we reacted badly” Himuro sighs, looking at his black haired friend “I confess it's kind of shocking for us, Ohma, you, of all guys…”
Ohma looks at the three remaining on the table, unfreezing from what appears to be a windows crash “Huhhh… I actually have a question…”
“Ask bro” Okubo smiles, hopefully.
“What do you mean about ‘crushing her’? I’d never crush her, It’ll break her bones…”
The sound of something breaking echoed in the heads of the four idiots, who gave up asking altogether, sighing. He hadn't understood a bit.
Ohma, at his side, shrugged, sipping his milkshake. Yeah, having the reputation of a dumbass for so long was an advantage in his favor.
Better keep it, right?
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Petting Dorm
A/N: I petted my cat for a good thirty minutes yesterday while I was watching the translation for the camp event and...surely the Savannaclaw members must like at least some pets, right? Like they must really want some pets after a good long hard day. Warnings: None, just descriptions of petting and three very happy boys u wu
The Savannaclaw members watch on as Grim gets the petting of a lifetime, wondering when the hell it is going to be their turn.
“Grim you are acting so spoiled.”
“Nyaha~! I deserve to be spoiled today! I aced my test while Ace and Deuce failed and me and Epel got a good grade in the potions assignment today!”
Grim leans back into your touch as you rub all the way to the tip of his ears before going right back down again. He lets out a happy grunt as his little foot starts to twitch, your hands now massaging right under his ears and near his cheeks before scratching right near the nape of his neck.
“Fgnaa...go a little lower!”
“Here?”
“Ah~! I really needed this. This is the reason I made you my henchman, [Y/N]”
“Because of how much I’m petting you?”
You press a kiss to Grim’s face, the other complaining for a moment before smiling as your finger rubs right on the top of his head. The two Ramshackle residents keep talking as they sit in the middle of the Savannaclaw lounge, many eyes staring at them but three sets of eyes in particular glaring at the cat currently laying his entire body on one of their pillows.
“[Y/N]-san...” Jack speaks up first as he watches Grim’s leg give another twitch, his eyes not even looking at you but focusing entirely on your hands.
“Hm?”
“Did you…” the wolf man can practically feel a shiver down his spine as you rub right under Grim’s ears, “Did you...uh...did you bring the assignment?”
“I did.” you play with Grim’s tail before running your hand up and down his back, “I thought you said you wanted to start when Ace and Deuce got here though.”
Leona growls when Grim lets out another satisfied sigh, watching your hands go right back up to play with his ears as you press the tips of them together and then watch them go back to their normal place.
“What is even keeping them so long?”
You shrug and rub a little circle right on Grim’s forehead, Ruggie following the movement with his head as he closed his eyes.
He could almost feel it--
Another slow and agonizing five minutes later and you sigh, shaking the shivers out of your hands as Grim is finally asleep, leg up in the air as you pull away from him and pull out your phone.
“Knowing those two they probably forgot…” you shake your head and stand up, “I’ll go get them--”
“NO!”
All Savanna claw members stand up as they lean towards you, eyes wide with different emotions as you do your best to understand their sudden outburst.
“What’s...what’s wrong?”
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“You’re not leaving.”
You blink and point to the exit.
“I’ll only be gone for a couple of minutes, I’m not going to take long--”
“Sit down.”
It was frustrating that you couldn’t disobey this man even if you wanted to. The way he did anything was just so annoyingly confident that you weren’t even surprised when you simply sat down on whatever chair was available before Leona plopped himself in front of you and put his head on your lap.
“You have a lot of nerve petting that raccoon in front of me.” he glares at you before closing his eyes and leaning further back, ears twitching expectantly as you look down at him in, well, rather justified confusion.
“I’m...sorry?” you put your hands up and look at Jack and Ruggie, “I honestly do not know what to do, what is he talking about?”
You can practically feel Leona’s growl against you as he grabs your hands and puts them on his hair, letting your fingers reach deep into the dark waves as he visibly relaxes and lets you go.
“Whatever the hell you did to that cat monstrosity you better do for me...and if it isn’t as good that it makes me fall asleep in five minutes then I’ll be using you as one of my pillows.”
What...the hell?
Your eyes look over at Ruggie and Jack but they don’t even seem to be paying attention to you, simply looking on as you start to do some of the things you remembered doing for Grim.
He smiles as the petting finally starts, his ears being played with gently before your hands rub the tips and press them flat on his head. They give a solid twitch as they pop back up, twitching once again as they pick up your slight chuckling.
Now he understood why the raccoon had been so vocal about this treatment. Feeling your hands reach right under his ears and scratch made him let out a happy groan, tilting his head back as he gave you more room to play with.
You scratch the back of his head with one hand while the other does little cross shapes on his forehead, Leona opening his eyes to watch you work so diligently on putting him to sleep.
“Is this something you do every day for that thing?”
“His name is Grim.” you say and go back to playing with his ears, “And no, not all days. Only when he does really good.”
Leona closes his eyes as he moves his head to the right as your fingers scratch one spot in particular.
“Is that all it takes?”
“Yeah...I mean it keeps him motivated.”
He stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.
“I stayed awake during one of Crewel’s lectures.”
You stop scratching to look down at him, amazed at what he just told you.
There was no way that was true.
“Awake?”
“Uh-huh.”
“As in fully awake? Listening to the lecture awake?”
“Uh-huh.”
“...what was the lecture about?”
Leona yawns and opens one eye to look at you.
“Advanced Magical History.”
You frown knowing for a fact that you cannot quiz him on anything since you still weren’t in that class. The reason for him telling you this was lost on you for a moment before you looked down in surprise and realized what this really was about.
No way...
Had he told you about that...just to justify you petting him?
“That’s really good Leona-senpai” you test the waters carefully, running your hand through his hair as he tilted his head back so he could feel the pull of your hands a bit more. Your eyes widen when the dorm leader nods along to the rather shallow praises you were sending his way.
“I didn’t know you were such a hard worker.”
“Mmmhm.”
“Or able to stay awake for so long.”
“Mmhmm.”
“I always thought you were just a lazy lion who liked to sleep all day.”
“Mmmmmm.”
It takes your entire will of strength to not laugh at Leona’s face. This man usually had his guard up so much that no one could ever get a read on him but give him some scratches and he opened up like a kitten to a new owner?
You knew you had blackmail material in your hands but the prospect of using it was still rather terrifying.
Leona’s threats should never be taken lightly.
You finish by rubbing his ears and letting go, the dorm leader’s head lolling forward as you stand up and grab whatever cushion you can get your hands on and putting it under his head so that you can lay him on the ground softly.
That was...weird.
“...I’m going to get Ace and Deuce now. If we don’t finish this assignment we are going to be screwed."
“[Y/N]!”
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What should he say? He had just called your name out randomly and put himself in danger of waking up Leona. Dammit think of something, Ruggie!
He seems to come up with an answer as his usual playful smile comes back, standing up and walking over to you as his tail wags slightly.
“I can go get them for you.”
You smile and take his hands, shaking them twice before plopping yourself down on another available seat.
“Ruggie-senpai you are so nice! I think they might be at Heartslabyul? Ace might have dragged Deuce in on a game of cards or they most likely got caught doing something they shouldn’t. If you have any problems just text--Ruggie-senpai?”
Blue gray eyes look up at you, Ruggie’s trademark smile shining up at you as he giggles.
“Shishishi...you really think I wouldn’t do this without a price, [Y/N]-san?”
He grins and grabs your hands again, putting them right under his ears as he closes his eyes.
“Ruggie-senpai our assignment--!”
“Five minutes! That’s plenty of payment for the walk I’m about to do all the way to Heartslabyul!”
“It isn’t that long of a walk!?”
Ruggie shrugs as moves his head so that it is at the most comfortable position on your lap.
“Hm, but I also will have to walk all the way back to Savannaclaw so maybe it should be ten…”
You should stop talking at this point or else the times were going to go up higher, your hands getting to work as you scratch right in between his ears, Ruggie’s grin melting into a satisfied smile as you dug your fingers into his hair and started to scratch right under his scalp which earned you a giggle.
This sort of petting was so different than the ones he would use to get in the Afterglow. Just some slum kids trying to give each other love and affection because in the end, they all needed it after a hard day. Petting someone like this was a sign of close friendship and even romance, if done with that intent, but Ruggie never thought humans would be any good at it.
Yet the way your hands rubbed small circles right on his forehead, the very action you had done to Grim, he was still surprised he was half awake and not falling asleep on your lap.
“Mmm...is there anything else that needs to get done, [Y/N]?”
You smile when you see him so relaxed, surprised at how comfortable he looked. This hyena ran around the school doing errand after errand and getting buck after buck. It was almost inspiring if it wasn’t for the fact that some of his dealing weren't necessarily...legal?
Not like you knew about law in Twisted Wonderland so you let it pass.
“Not really, not for me anyway.”
Ruggie pouts but still melts when you run your fingers through his hair, starting right at his forehead and working all the way to the back. His ears twitched as you rubbed the tips before pressing both of them together.
“Well I am not charging for the walk back but if you want me to wrangle up those two first years I should charge a bit more, so when I come back I want what Leona-san got--”
“Ruggie-senpai it’s been five minutes.”
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Jack’s tail is curled around him while he looks away, his eyes only barely making contact with yours as he looked at Ruggie and then back at, well, nothing.
Ruggie clicks his tongue before standing up and shrugging.
“Fine. I guess I will take that as a down payment.” he grins at you, “I will take the full payment later!”
You want to ask just what kind of payment he was talking about but you decide to keep quiet because that man would find some way to convince you that, yes, you do owe him something and that your payment was going to not be your money but your time.
And you didn’t have a lot of that to be spending it all in one place.
He walks off and you lean back, smiling as your hands finally get a break. Grim’s fur was always so silky and if you were to compare it you would say it was the same as Leona’s hair but Ruggie’s was definitely a bit more rough. It wasn’t a bad sort of rough but you figured this was the difference between long haired and short haired animals.
Although since Leona was a lion wouldn’t he also have short hair? Or was his hair more like his mane?
And what about Jack?
You turn towards your friend, tilting your head as you catch him staring.
“I don’t know why but I always feel like I have to apologize for Ace and Deuce, Jack. Maybe it’s because I met them first?”
He shakes his head, “You shouldn’t apologize for their actions.”
“Well they are also my friends so...I figured I could do this much for them.”
You wiggle your fingers in front of your face as you send Jack a teasing smile, “Want me to pet you too?”
The wolf’s tail goes right up before Jack pushes it back down with a growl, his cheeks burning a beautiful bright red as he answers back.
“We should just wait for Ace and Deuce, I want to get this assignment done already.”
“Me too. But it’s going to be a few minutes before they come back.”
“Oi!”
You are already standing up when Jack complains, telling you that you really didn’t need to do any sort of things like that for him and that he was perfectly fine and didn’t want to get distracted--!
“You’re the only one who didn’t force me to pet him, Jack. Just relax and unwind!” you smile and sit right behind him and open your legs so that you could pull him back and let his head rest on your stomach. His neck now burns bright red as you scratch right under his ears which only served to make his leg bounce slightly while he slowly got accustomed to your touches.
He wondered if you would pet him when he was using his unique magic as well, although knowing him he would get on his back and present his stomach if it started feeling this good and he didn’t want Ace, Deuce or even you teasing him about it! It wasn’t that his was enjoying this to that point--!
It’s just that somehow you knew just what spots to scratch and for how long to scratch them that he was starting to feel weak.
“Hm. So you would be a long hair…” you mutter to yourself as Jack closes his eyes, pressing his cheek against your palm as you rub circles right on his temples, “I think I like your hair the most...but maybe I’m just playing favourites here.”
The wolf wants to ask you a bit more about him being your possible favourite from the Savannaclaw dorm but his jaw snaps shut when he sees his dorm leader start to get up, glaring at the two of you with a dry smile.
“So you’re the favourite, huh?”
Jack blinks as he looks back at you and then at Leona.
“Leona-senpai--!”
The lion moves closer as he presses his body right against Jack’s shoulder, grabbing one of your legs and putting it over his own shoulder so that you would fit both of them in between.
“Ow--! Owowowowow--I’m not that flexible, Leona-senpai!!”
“He got his turn and now I want another one. Get to work, herbivore.”
“Hey!”
The three of you look to see Ruggie pointing an accusatory finger in your direction.
“What are you hogging [Y/N] for! They still owe me! Move over!”
He shoves at Jack’s unoccupied shoulder, trying to make his way into the little nest as you feel your other leg being raised up--!
“Stop! What in the world do you think I am--and where is Ace and Deuce!?”
Ruggie blinks before looking around.
“Oh right...I was supposed to go get them.”
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waka-chan-out · 3 years
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your fics are so good!!
idk if you take requests but if you do, could you do a third gym fic (tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi) with a switch reader?
Third Gym Reunion
akaashi, kuroo, tsukishima, & bokuto x switch!reader
Plot: Your boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji, gets invited to meet up with his old practice buddies. His friends already know you have an open relationship and are fully ready to take advantage of it.
post-timeskip, obviously.
word count: 8.5k (jesus christ !!)
content warning: (deep breath) established relationship, open relationship, five-some (if that’s even a word), sub!bokuto, reader calls bokuto puppy, bokuto with mommy kink, oral (m. and f. receiving), praise kink, degradation, snowballing, spanking, hair pulling, spit-roasting, finger sucking, calling tsukki his given name, spitting, in my canon akaashi and bokuto have hooked up before so you’ll see the repercussions of that in this story, don’t mind me putting in an anal warning for them here, slight exibitionism but not really, slight overstim but not really, essentially it’s filth.
“For the last time, no,” Keiji said.
“Why not? I want to meet the boys,” you whined, grasping at his forearm. He kept staring straight at the road, seemingly immune to your pleading.
“Because I know my friends. It will not end well.”
“How come? Don’t you trust them?”
Keiji laughed. “Absolutely not. Bokuto I can talk into behaving. Tsukishima and -- oh god -- Kuroo? Absolutely not.”
“What could they possibly do?”
“They know we’re more . . . open, love. They’ll try to take advantage of that.”
“What’s so wrong with that?”
“Babe!”
“What? You said they’re all tall, right? Are they handsome?”
Keiji shrugged, then shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. My answer is no.”
“Why don’t you just take me along? I’m sure they’d bring a girlfriend if they had one. You’re the lucky guy out of the three of you.”
“What if they try to . . . proposition you?”
“If they’re icky, I’ll say no.”
He turned to you, alarmed. “And if they aren’t?”
“Are you saying they aren’t?”
“Answer the question.”
“If they aren’t, I’ll look to you for approval.”
“No.”
“What? You don’t even know they’re gonna ask.”
“You haven’t met them. Bokuto is going to take one look at you and be latched onto you all night. God only knows what Kuroo will do.”
“What about the other one?”
“Who?”
“The blond.”
“Oh, Tsukki? He’ll just insult you. I doubt he’d ever sink to asking me.”
You smirked. “He sounds fun.”
“Only some --” Keiji noticed your cheeky expression. “Hey! No.”
“You never know.”
“I know.”
“Whatever you say, Kei.”
“Don’t call me that around them.”
You pouted. “Why?”
“That’s Tsukishima’s first name.”
You grinned. “So you’re saying I get to come as long as I don’t use your nickname?”
Keiji sighed. “I guess so. I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t.”
“Yay!” You hummed happily, then turned to him with a cheeky smile on your face. “Wait . . . is Bokuto the one that you--” Keiji cut you off by clapping a hand over your mouth.
“Don’t.”
“I’m right! Oh my god, Keiji, I’m excited to meet him.”
“It’s been a long time, love. He probably doesn’t even remember.”
“Oh please, if it was with you, he remembers.”
Keiji’s brows knitted together.
“What does that mean?” he asked. You wiggled your fingers at him.
“You’ve got very memorable hands.”
His face flushed a bright red and he turned away from you.
“Shut up,” he muttered.
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Your confident demeanor only faltered slightly when you arrived at gym three, where they all used to practice together. Only Kuroo and Bokuto were there and, as you suspected, they weren’t even remotely icky. Kuroo was tall with dark hair, his dress shirt and pants hiding a slim but muscular frame. He looked like he had just come from work. Bokuto on the other hand was huge. He wore simple sweatpants and a sweatshirt and looked thoroughly happy to be there. He was holding a volleyball and yelling when you and Keiji stepped through the doorway.
“What do you mean I’ve gotten worse? I’m a professional!”
“You’re a dumbass that can’t receive the ball.”
“And you’re a scammer!”
“Bokuto, this is my work uniform. I don’t scam people.”
“You look like a scammer.”
“I work for a legitimate company!”
“Yeah? Prove it.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No, I’m not kidding. See? Scammer.”
“Bokuto-san,” Keiji called from the doorway. “His company is real. You need to calm down.”
“Aghakshi!” Bokuto sprinted for his friend while Kuroo fell into step behind him, a pleased smile on his face. Bokuto wrapped Keiji up in a bear hug.
“You’re late, ‘Kashi. Kuroo was mean without you.”
“I’m not mean.” Kuroo placed a hand on his chest. “I am a very nice man.”
“No, you’re a scammer and a liar.”
“I’m not --”
“Guys,” Keiji butted in. He gestured behind himself to you. “This is my partner, Y/N. Please behave around them.” Both men’s eyes froze on you, making you distinctly aware of your height difference. Keiji wasn’t short by any means, but these men were huge.
“Hi,” you said, pasting a cheerful smile across your face. “It’s nice to finally meet you guys. I’ve heard all about you.”
“I guarantee we’re worse in person,” Kuroo said, eyes sparkling as he reached out to shake your hand.
“Why do you do that?” Bokuto asked, eyebrows drawn down in a frown.
“It’s the truth.”
“It’s not the truth,” Keiji stepped in, separating your hand from Kuroo’s. You hadn’t realized you were still holding it. “You’re both dorks and they know it already. Stop being weird.”
“Hi,” a bored sounding voice came from directly behind you. You turned around and shrunk against Keiji. Tsukishima stood behind you, shaggy blonde hair just barely hiding his serious eyebrows. He was thin, too, but tall. He and Kuroo were about the same size, but seeing Tsukishima so close to you made your heart pound.
“Tsukki-poo, how are you, buddy?” Bokuto yelled, pushing past you to wrap his friend up in his arms.
“Don’t call me that.” Tsukki sounded bored and annoyed, but you knew he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t miss his friends just a little bit. “Who’s the little one?” he asked, staring down at you with cold eyes. Bokuto grinned, still hanging onto him.
“That’s Akaashi’s partner. Isn’t that cool?”
“Sure. You guys fuck other people, don’t you?”
Silence. You stared at the ground, eyes wide in amused disbelief.
“That. Well. You aren’t wrong but that seems inappropriate.” Keiji was bright red and only burned brighter as he spoke.
“Not as inappropriate as you describing your sex life to us. Do they know you do that?”
“Yes, I do,” you said, staring up at him. “Slow down, lamp post. I think you need to relax.”
Kuroo let out a hyena laugh. “I like them,” he said.
Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Are we playing or not?”
“Playing,” Keiji said.
“Fine. Akaashi, you help tiny. Bokuto, you can be on their team.”
Bokuto frowned. “Why? You guys just have two middle blockers.”
“Kuroo can receive and both of us can spike.”
“Who’s going to set for you?” Keiji asked.
“I can,” you chimed in. Keiji’s friends all turned to you in surprise.
“I played through college. It’s only fair. Bokuto and Akaashi against me, Tsukishima, and Kuroo.”
Kuroo smiled, eyes glinting again as he stared at you. “I think that’s a brilliant plan. Ok with you, ‘Kashi?” Keiji narrowed his eyes at his friend, who still had his eyes trained on you.
“They can play setter for you. That’s it.”
The three other men looked at each other in surprise. The implication of his words was . . . jarring. You smiled nervously and walked to one side of the net. You shrugged off your jacket, revealing a thin long-sleeved shirt that no longer covered the back of your leggings. You could feel at least two men’s eyes on you, but you ignored it. All you had to do now was prove you could still play volleyball.
“You know the rules, then?” Tsukishima asked, tying his shoes tighter.
“I’ll be just fine, Tsukki-babe,” you said. He cringed at the nickname. “I’m more concerned with how Kuroo is going to play in his work clothes.
“Give me a minute, dearest,” he said, walking past you with a bag in his hands. “I brought clothes.”
“Hustle up, buddy, or we’ll start without you.”
“Shut up and practice before we lose to the chaos twins.”
Tsukki scoffed. “Like we’re going to lose to them. Bokuto’s going to go emo-mode in ten minutes, guaranteed.”
“Emo mode?” you asked. Tsukki’s brows raised and he smiled for the first time since you had met him.
“You’re dating Akaashi and you don’t know about Bokuto’s emo mode?”
“I guess not.”
He let out a delighted laugh, completely out of character but quite sweet. “God, you’re in for a treat.”
Kuroo returned in a short pair of red athletic shorts and a black t-shirt.
“Is that the same outfit you had in high school?” Keiji asked, a smile on his face.
“The very same,” Kuroo said, laughing and stretching his arms across his chest. “Well, not the exact same clothes, but the same colors. I outgrew my old stuff. I’ve gotten much bigger since high school.” He winked in your direction.
“Gross,” Tsukki said.
“Shut up.”
Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Can we start?” He shrugged off his own jacket, revealing a long-sleeved shirt and athletic shorts.
“Who gets first serve?” Keiji asked.
“There are more of us. You guys can start,” Kuroo said.
“Bokuto, do you want to serve or should I?” Keiji turned to Bokuto, who looked grumpy at the lack of attention he was getting.
“You do it, ‘Kashi.”
“Are you sure?”
Bokuto nodded vigorously and Keiji walked to the back line. You stood up towards the net while the other men backed up on the court.
“Nice serve,” you yelled.
“Shut up. He’s on the other team,” Tsukki said, sounding exasperated.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“So, you should want to kick his ass,” Kuroo said. You laughed and Keiji hit the ball over the net.
It went to Tsukki, who easily bumped it up. It traveled high in the air, thank goodness. You were a little rusty, but this made it much easier on you.
“Left!” Kuroo called, hand in the air. You pushed the ball his way, satisfied at the way it lifted off your fingers. You missed this feeling. It landed right against Kuroo’s hand, who slammed it down. It barely grazed the top of Bokuto’s fingers before spinning off and hitting the ground. Kuroo ran for you immediately, grin on his face.
“That was great! I gotta say, I thought you were going to suck, but that was great.” He continued rambling as you turned to Tsukki.
“What did you think, tough guy? That was a nice receive.”
“It wasn’t that impressive. I just knew it had to go high so your dumbass could actually hit it.” He sneered as he spoke, but from the way he was rubbing his forearms you could tell he was excited too. Though he played on his own, you were sure he missed practicing with this group.
“I’d like to see one of your famous blocks next time,” you teased.
“Then tell Bokuto-san to receive the damn ball.” He turned away from you and walked to the back line.
“Hey!” Bokuto had gotten into a receiving position, hands on his knees waiting for your team to serve. You couldn’t help but notice how thick his thighs were, even through his sweatpants. “Can we go or is Tsukki-dude gonna keep complaining?”
“We’re going,” Tsukishima replied, picking up the volleyball that Keiji had rolled over to his feet. “Relax before you use up all the energy in your brain.” You couldn’t help but snicker. His responses were so quick. He was an ass, but he was charming in his own way.
Tsukishima took his place on the back line and easily popped the ball over the net. Bokuto received it and sent it up high. Keiji had to run for it but he got under the ball. Tsukishima and Kuroo took their places on the net, following Bokuto closely with their eyes. You backed up and bent your knees, ready to receive if they somehow missed it.
They didn’t miss it.
The ball hammered into Tsukishima’s hand and he flexed his fingers, sending it straight back down over the net. Kuroo hollered and slapped him on the back, while Bokuto drooped down and a pouty expression came over his face.
“It wasn’t a hard spike. I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” Tsukishima said as Kuroo continued chattering on about how much he’s improved.
“Aghashkiii,” Bokuto said. Tsukishima’s attention was on him in an instant, eyes twinkling.
“Oh fuck, it’s happening.” He gestured for you to come closer. “Shortie, are you watching?”
“Yes, I’m watching. What’s going on?” You approached and watched as your boyfriend’s shoulders fell in a deep sigh.
“Kashi, we have to switch,” Bokuto whined. “You can’t set it to me anymore.”
“Told you it’d be less than ten minutes,” Tsukishima said, expression smug.
“Is he gonna be okay?” you asked. Kuroo laughed.
“He’ll be fine,” he said. “He just needs his setter. Akaashi, on the other hand, will barely survive. He hasn’t had to deal with this in years.” You snickered, then briefly wondered if they knew about Bokuto and Keiji’s . . . antics back in the day.
“Does he do this on his pro team?” you asked.
“Not that I’ve seen. Either they’re better at managing it or Bokuto just goes full baby for Akaashi.” Kuroo rolled his eyes and walked away.
You laughed to yourself. What an idiot. However, he was an idiot that was wrapped around your boyfriend’s finger. Interesting.
“Bokuto-san, are you sure?” Keiji was saying. “Your setting isn’t very precise.”
“Apparently neither is my spiking.”
“Fine. Good luck.” Bokuto didn’t see Keiji shake his head as he spoke. Tsukishima grabbed the volleyball again, a wide smile on his face.
“God, I can’t wait to see this one,” he said, then raised his voice so the other men could hear him. “Akaashi, it’s coming to you!” Keiji nodded and got into position. Bokuto’s eyes were still wide and blank as he got closer to the net.
Tsukishima hit the ball right into Keiji’s arms. He bumped it up without much trouble and shouted for Bokuto.
“Get under the ball, Bokuto!” He backed up to start a spiking approach.
“I got it!” Bokuto sounded frustrated. He ran for the ball, settled underneath it, and . . .
It clattered to the gym floor behind him. His expression remained blank and focused on the air above him, even when his arms flopped down to his sides.
“Our point!” Tsukishima called, smiling again. He ducked to the other side of the net and grabbed the ball. He really was a brat.
“Bokuto --” Keiji started.
“I don’t want to play anymore,” Bokuto said, slumping to the gym floor.
“You can’t just give up like that,” Kuroo interjected, sounding more amused than frustrated.
“I can and I will. Let’s just go to dinner. I don’t want to be sweaty if we’re going somewhere nice.”
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You were grateful that Keiji had convinced you to bring something nice to wear to the restaurant, otherwise you would have looked completely out of place. Kuroo had put his work clothes back on. Keiji had thrown on a sweater. Tsukishima wore a button-up and a vest and Bokuto was wearing a blazer with a t-shirt. Somehow, the outfits suited them.
“So,” Kuroo said between sips from a bottle of beer. “Akaashi has told us all about you.” You chuckled, pushing around the remaining rice on your plate.
“Is that so?” You glanced at Keiji, who sat beside you. His cheeks were slightly pink. He looked precious, like he was skating right on the edge of a giggle fit.
“Yep,” Kuroo continued. He had a sly smile on his face and looked all too happy to be talking to you. He leaned toward you across Tsukishima’s lap, who frowned and shoved him off. Kuroo flopped back down, leaning on an elbow on the table in front of his tall friend. “I’d say we know more about you than you know about us.”
“You know, that’s probably true.” You leaned on the table and matched his posture.
“Lame. Akaashi, why don’t you talk about us?”
Keiji took a deep sip of his drink and shook his head.
“Because I knew meeting you guys would do all the talking,” he said.
“What’s that mean?” Bokuto said a little too loudly, leaning into Keiji’s lap. Keiji looked down at him patiently, cheeks flushing a bit darker.
“It means your personalities are so aggressive that they need no explanation.”
“I’m not aggressive!”
“But your personality is.”
Bokuto frowned, not understanding but accepting the answer.
“So, what do you know about me?” you asked, turning back to Kuroo. He shrugged, staring into space to consider your question before giggling.
“What are you laughing at?” You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew exactly what he was thinking, but you wanted him to say it.
“The…nature…of your relationship with our boy Akaashi.”
“Yeah?” You tipped back your glass and grinned.
“We’ve heard all about it.”
“All?” You turned your face towards your boyfriend.
“Not even close,” he said through a smirk.
“What?” Kuroo asked, snapping his gaze to Keiji. “You’ve told us so much.”
“And there’s so much more to explore,” you said with a smug smile and exaggerated gesture.
“Yeah? With who?” Bokuto chimed in. You leaned over to Keiji.
“You’re right. That didn’t take long.” Keiji shook his head at your words and finished off his drink.
“I told you not to trust them,” he said. He turned his attention back to Bokuto. “With anyone, Bokuto-san.” Bokuto’s eyebrows nearly raised off his head.
“Anyone?”
“Anyone.”
“Truly anyone? Or are you one of those couples that acts like they’re kinky but really just watches porn together or something?” You were surprised that Tsukishima decided to chime in now, but you weren’t surprised by his comment. He was the type that had to see to believe. You narrowed your eyes at him and ran a finger down the back of his hand, which still clutched his glass on the table.
“Try me and find out,” you said. His eyebrows twitched and he looked away.
“Wait wait wait wait,” Kuroo cried, leaning over Tsukishima again. “Is that an offer?”
“What would you say if it was?” you asked. Keiji scoffed.
“Seriously?” Bokuto asked, eyes huge. You shrugged and looked at your boyfriend.
“What do you think, Kei?”
Tsukishima choked on his drink, staring at you with wide eyes.
“Kei?” he asked, a deep flush crawling up his cheeks.
“Jesus Christ,” Keiji said, rubbing his eyes. You laughed.
“Sorry, Tsukki. Short for Keiji.” Tsukki’s eyes remained trained on your face, looking not-quite-convinced with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. You turned back to Keiji before you could get more distracted. “Well?” He let out a long sigh.
“Whatever you want, love.” He looked defeated, but you could tell he wasn’t unenthusiastic about the idea. You saw the way he had cupped a hand on Bokuto’s hip earlier, supposedly to keep him steady as he leaned into his lap. You couldn’t suppress a grin as you glanced back at the other men at the table. Bokuto looked confused, eyes still wide. Kuroo had paled, and Tsukishima seemed to still be reeling from you accidentally using his given name.
“Our place is closest,” you said. All three men looked like they had just been slapped.
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It started off awkard. There was plenty of time between your statement at the bar, getting the check, everyone finding their way back to your and Keiji’s shared apartment, and getting in a mental place where you could bring them all into your bedroom. Keiji had thrown a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube onto the foot of the bed, making everyone’s eyes go wide. Without kissing, touching, some sort of foreplay, it felt awkward, but truthfully, you had no connection to these men. They were just hot strangers that knew your boyfriend. You could do this.
“Who do you want first, love?” Keiji asked. You stared at the expectant faces in front of you. Kuroo’s eyes were glinting. He would be fun, but you didn’t want to jump into him right away. Tsukki was a silent brat, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. You’d fix that later. He wasn’t a problem to deal with first.
“Bo?” you said. The large man perked up at your words, wide eyes trained on yours. “Come here, baby.” You gestured for him and he complied, swallowing hard as he crossed the room to you. You stood as he got to you and pushed him to a seated position on the bed.
“You seem eager, puppy,” you said, sinking to your knees in front of him. He inhaled sharply.
“I’m not--oh!” His sentence was cut off as you palmed him through his sweatpants.
“You aren’t what, Bo? You can tell me.”
“I-- shit.” His eyes fluttered closed as you established a slow rhythm, feeling him getting harder at your touch.
“You aren’t going to talk to me?” you pouted. You tried to sound sympathetic but you spoke through a small smile. “You haven’t been touched like this in a while, have you?” He shook his head and let out an unsteady breath.
“Want me to help?” you asked. “Want me to suck your cock?” There were several inhales from the wall behind you, but you kept going. You rose up a bit, keeping a hand between his legs as you kissed along his neck.
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Aw, puppy, you know you have to ask better than that.”
“Will you -- fuck -- will you suck my cock?”
“So close, Bo. What do you call me?” There was the sound of Tsukki saying “seriously?” before he made a quiet grunting noise. Someone had elbowed him in the side.
“Ma’am?” Bokuto asked.
“Is that what you want to call me?”
He inhaled sharply and your hand ground into him harder. “I don’t want to say it.”
“Aw, puppy, why? You know I’m here to help.” You closed your teeth lightly on his earlobe and he exhaled hard, making you almost worried for his poor lungs. You whispered into his ear. “I want to hear you call me something pretty when you come down my throat.” His hips bucked up into your hand and he muttered something under his breath.
“What did you say, Bo? I couldn’t hear you.”
“M--” his eyes darted to the other men standing against the wall. You grabbed his face and made him look at you.
“Don’t worry about them. What do you want to call me, pup?”
“Mommy,” he said, so quiet you could barely hear him. You drew in a sharp breath. You were expecting something good, but that exceeded expectations. Your reaction seemed to give him a little confidence, because he spoke louder this time. “Mommy, please suck my cock.”
“Jesus Christ,” said a voice behind you. It sounded like Kuroo.
You grinned. “Good boy. Help mommy take off your pants.”
He immediately did as he was told, tugging them off and letting you throw them to the side. He was big, a little longer and thicker than Keiji. You felt heat rising in your stomach imagining your boyfriend in this same position years ago, using his adept fingers and skilled tongue on the man sitting in front of you.
“So big, puppy,” you said, smiling up at him. Let me help.” Before he could respond you had settled your lips over the head of his cock, swirling your tongue before taking him in deeper. He swore loudly and buried a hand in your hair. You hummed at his noises and moved your head faster. The room was filled with lewd noises that were quickly drowned out by Bokuto’s breathy whimpers.
“Talk to her, Bokuto-san, don’t be shy,” Keiji said. This is why you loved Keiji. He could swap personalities so fast, especially with the right partner.
“Feels good,” Bokuto stuttered, head tipping back. You heard footsteps approaching and felt a warm figure kneeling down behind you.
“Good girl.” It was Keiji. He leaned his face into the side of yours and undid your pants, slipping his hand down the front of them. “So wet already, love. I knew you were a slut, but Jesus.” He slipped his fingers inside you for a moment, wetting them before circling your clit quickly. He had a setter’s hands, precise and sure in every movement. You moaned and took Bokuto all the way into your mouth. He exhaled sharply and swore above you.
“You look so pretty with his cock down your throat, darling. Go faster for him, yeah? He likes it.” You complied, bobbing your head up and down and eliciting a series of loud noises from Bokuto.
“I want you to come when he comes, love. You’ll be good and do that for me, right?” You hummed in what you hoped would be interpreted as agreement and you sunk into Keiji’s touch. He knew exactly what to do to send you reeling in no time at all.
“Bokuto-san, tell her when you’re about to cum, yeah?” Bokuto nodded frantically and Keiji slapped his thigh. Bokuto jumped at the sudden strike, bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. “Use your words, Bokuto-san.”
“Yes. Fuck. I will, I promise.”
“Good boy,” Keiji said, rubbing faster circles against you. You continued to moan and you felt Bokuto twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close and thankfully, you were, too.
“Close, ‘Kashi.”
“Tell them, not me.”
“Mommy, please.” Bokuto moaned loudly. “Gonna cum soon.” Keiji leaned in close to your ear again, never losing his pace on you.
“Don’t swallow. Make him clean up his mess,” he said. You reached behind and squeezed his arm so he knew you understood, shaking a bit with your own approaching orgasm.
“Fuck. Holy shit,” Bokuto groaned, hips bucking as he came into your mouth. You continued moving on him as Keiji sent you over the edge, moaning around Bokuto’s cock.
“Dirty girl,” Keiji said through a laugh, pulling his hand away and returning to the wall. You pulled off of Bokuto, making sure not to accidentally swallow as you straddled his lap. He twitched at your advances, staring wide-eyed at your still-full mouth.
“Mommy, too -- fuck. Too sensitive.” You smiled and pressed your lips against his. He parted his lips instinctively, allowing you to kiss his own cum into his mouth. He swallowed obediently, moaning a bit as he did so. You smiled into the kiss, grinding your hips a little against him. He inhaled in a panic and pulled away, burying his face into your chest. You laughed and ran a hand lovingly through his hair.
“Good boy, Bokuto. Such a good boy. Should we let Kuroo go next? Wanna watch him fuck mommy?” Bokuto nodded against you, chest still heaving. You turned your head to face the wall. Keiji was smirking. Kuroo’s face was bright red. Tsukki didn’t look too phased, although you could see that he was fully hard.
“Kuroo, hon,” you said. He stiffened and pushed off the wall. “Bokuto says he wants to watch you fuck me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Don’t be difficult. Get over here.”
Kuroo swallowed hard and approached you. You planted a quick kiss on Bokuto’s head and climbed off of him. He let out a gasp at the loss and laid back on the bed.
“Where do you want me?” Kuroo asked. You stared down at his hands and the growing bulge in his shorts and shook your head.
“No. Tell me where you want me.” You began working off the buttons of his shirt.
He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”
You nodded.
“Lay back.”
You smiled and did as you were told, scooting farther up onto the bed. Bokuto shifted so he wasn’t in the way. Kuroo smiled and leaned on top of you, capturing your lips in his. He was eager, tongue slipping easily into your mouth. You could still feel the happy curve of his lips as he moved against you, sliding one hand deep in your hair and the other curving around your waist. You kissed him back enthusiastically, surprised but delighted by the genuine affection. The hand on your waist slipped up under your shirt, like he wanted to pull it off but was too focused on the kiss to pull away. You tugged away from his lips and he followed, eyes still closed. You chuckled and sat up a bit under him, pulling your shirt over your head and capturing his face between your hands, pulling into another eager kiss. He breathed a sigh of appreciation and ran his hands over your newly exposed skin.
He pulled away and buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and lightly biting the sensitive skin. You sighed and tangled your hands in his insane hair. He kissed down, stopping just above the fabric of your bra. He tipped his head up to look at you, eyes bright. He licked his lips and you felt heat reaching the very tips of your fingers. You ran your fingers through his hair and nodded, giving him all the go ahead he needed to pull down the front of your bra and take a nipple into his mouth. You sighed again, grip in his hair tightening. He let out a huff at your reaction and circled his tongue. He bit down gently and you let out a gasp, locking your legs around his midsection.
“Kuroo,” you breathed. He didn’t break away from you, just let his eyes flicker up to meet yours. You felt a blissed out smile reach your lips at the sight. “Take off your fucking clothes.” He sucked harder on your chest for just a moment, eliciting a gasp from you, then leaned back down to kiss you again, grin on his lips. He only kissed you for a moment, tongue hungry in your mouth, before tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side recklessly.
“Oi!” Tsukishima called out from the side of the room. You and Kuroo both laughed as you worked in tandem to get his belt loose and pants open, kissing clumsily as you went. As soon as you got them down and he kicked them to the side, you pulled your legs up and wiggled your pants down. Kuroo reached behind you and unclasped your bra (something that took even Keiji several tries and a hearty laugh) and began to kiss over your chest again. You tipped your head back and reached down, wrapping your hand around his already hard cock through his boxer briefs. He hissed against you, biting down where he was. Your breath caught in your throat.
“Jesus,” he said as he pulled away again, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your lace undergarments and tugging them down. He stared at you for just a second before snatching up a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. “Flip over,” he said, voice rougher. You complied instantly, breathing heavily from the kisses and adrenaline. You were faced with a stunned Bokuto, who you had forgotten was still laying -- or now, sitting up -- on the bed. You laughed and reached out for him. His eyes were wide as he laced his fingers through yours. From behind you, Kuroo teased your entrance. You sighed and leaned your head forward onto your arm, bracing yourself. He pushed in gently at first, shuddering out a deep breath at the contact. Impatiently, you pushed back onto him, feeling his full length sinking into you.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He leaned forward on top of you while your fingernails dug into the back of Bokuto’s hand. He began moving his hips slowly, the curve of his dick hitting perfectly inside of you. You leaned forward onto your hand, still clasped with Bokuto’s. Kuroo sped up his strokes, leaning back up and getting a bit rougher. His hands found their way to your hips, tugging you back against him as he moved. You choked out a moan as he pushed into you deeper with the new motion.
“Kuroo,” Keiji said. Kuroo apparently didn’t hear, swearing under his breath. Keiji scoffed. “Tetsuro!”
“Fuck -- what, Akaashi?”
“Don’t talk to me like that.” Kuroo ignored him, slowing down for a moment, hitting a particularly deep part of you that made you whine and bury your face further against Bokuto’s hand. “Kuroo, hit them.”
“What?” Kuroo sounded slightly incredulous, or at least as incredulous as he could sound when out of breath and buried inside of you.
“Spank. Them.”
Kuroo chuckled slightly and brought one of his hands back to rest on your ass, rubbing it before winding it back and landing a heavy smack against you. You bucked up at the motion, your back losing its arch for a moment. Your mouth fell open and you felt Bokuto reach up, running a finger along your lip in fascination. You looked up at him, tongue lolling out to make contact with the digit. His eyes widened and he pressed the finger onto your tongue. Kuroo landed another hit on your ass and you jumped forward, taking Bokuto’s finger far into your mouth. He shuddered out a breath. Kuroo smacked you again and you moaned loudly, still maintaining eye contact with Bokuto. His breath was picking up as he watched you, tongue swirling around his finger.
“God, you really like this, don’t you?” Kuroo asked, a smile evident in his voice. “What if I . . .” he reached forward and gathered the hair at the nape of your neck, tightening his fist so he was pulling it without yanking your head backwards. Your eyes fell shut and you let out a muffled moan, the sensation adding a layer of delicious pain on top of the pleasure racking your body.
“I knew it,” Kuroo continued. “Jesus, you’re fun.” He gasped, hips jumping slightly. You heard a scoff at his words. Your eyes flickered open and found the two men still sitting on the side of the room. Keiji was smiling, but Tsukishima looked like he was trapped in a haze, unable to fully comprehend what was happening in front of him. You pulled off of Bokuto’s finger with one last slide of your tongue. He shivered and brought his hand back against his chest.
“Tsukki,” you sang. Tsukishima looked up, eyebrow cocked. You let out a gasp and your eyes flickered closed for a second as Kuroo landed another smack. You smiled at the tall blond and the expression dropped off his face. “Come here, Tsukishima.” He rolled his eyes.
“You seem occupied,” he said, voice wavering just a bit. You bit down on your hand as Kuroo slowed down again, dragging his cock nearly fully out before steadily driving back in.
“Tsukishima, I’m not playing that game,” you managed through a gasp. “Get over here.” He rolled his eyes and stood, beginning to approach you. Your eyes met his hungrily. “Take off your shirt,” you said as he stopped in front of you. You moved so you could face him, Kuroo moving with you and adjusting to the new angle easily. Tsukishima made no move to follow your instruction, staring down at you with an unreadable but distinctly gruff expression on his face. You scoffed and reached out, grabbing his waistband and pulling him to you. You could see his dick, long and thin, fully hard through his slacks. Impatiently, you pulled at the button until it opened. You yanked down, freeing him from his pants and undergarments  in one motion. You wasted no time leaning forward and wrapping your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning as Kuroo picked up his pace again.
“Jesus fuck,” Kuroo gasped. Tsukishima didn’t look like he knew what to do with his hands, holding them up by his chest in surprise. You hummed around his cock, looking up at him. He held eye contact, previously cocky eyes wide. Kuroo let out a groan and dug the tips of his fingers into your hips.
“Fuck. I’m cl -- fuck!” he groaned, hips stuttering. He wasn’t even capable of finishing a coherent thought, pounding into you from behind. He moved your entire body with each stroke, making you involuntarily take Tsukishima deeper into your mouth at every forward motion. Tsukki finally relaxed a bit, hands gently burying in your hair as Kuroo’s swearing got louder. He leaned down, supporting himself with one arm on the bed and the other wrapped around your midsection. He plucked at your nipples, elliciting surprised sounds from you that were muffled against Tsukishima.
You felt the moment Kuroo came. His face pushed into your back, panting breaths heavy against your skin as his hips broke their rhythm. He pulsed inside of you, dragging a groan from deep in your chest. Tsukishima’s grip on your hair tightened and he let out a sharp hiss, clearly trying to hold back any noise.
Kuroo finally pulled out and tipped away from you, probably realizing how close he was to Tsukishima. He stood up and took a few steps back, brushing his black hair, now sticky with sweat, out of his eyes. You popped your mouth off of Tsukishima and ran your hands up quickly, popping the buttons of his shirt open from the bottom up.
“What--” he started. You cut him off.
“Bo, baby, move.” Your order was gentle but firm. Bokuto recognized your tone immediately, scrambling pantsless up from the bed and moving out of your way. You sat up on your heels and pulled on Tsukishima’s shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. He sat down and backed against the headboard, brows furrowed. His face flushed when he looked down and realized he was fully exposed, but you remedied that easily, crawling into his lap and silencing whatever snarky remarks were boiling in his brain to calm his nerves. You planted a heated kiss against his lips.
He was a gentler and less smiley kisser than Kuroo, but more precise. Every movement of his tongue felt like a calculated effort, feeling out your weak spots and taking advantage of them once he found them. You sighed and sat farther down in his lap, grazing his cock between your legs. You ground down slightly before realizing -- shit. You were so distracted by the kiss that you almost forgot. You leaned back, breaking the kiss but remaining in his lap. You snatched up a condom and wagged it in front of Tsukishima’s eyes. He scoffed.
“No need to act so giddy,” he said. You just smiled at him, taking in the vision of the red faced man in front of you. His lips were slick and parted, like he was desperately waiting for another kiss, and his glasses were slowly de-fogging. You laughed and captured his lips in yours again, biting lightly at his bottom lip and just barely teasing him with your tongue. When you pulled away, he followed you slightly, then immediately sat back and blinked, like he was trying to cover up the motion. You huffed a laugh and slid his glasses off his face.
“Kashi,” you said, holding them out behind you without breaking eye contact with Tsukishima. You felt them leave your hand and you returned your touch to Tsukki’s face, running your thumb along his bottom lip.
“Cute,” you mumbled, nearly laughing again at the way his face turned an even darker shade of red.
“Agashi,” Bokuto whined behind you. You laughed and peered over your shoulder. Bokuto was squirming. He had put his boxer-briefs back on, but you could see that he was hard again, probably painfully so.
“Keiji, love, take care of him,” you said, carefully putting on the gentle tone you used with Bokuto. Keiji slid next to Bokuto, whose eyes were now wide, and you turned back to Tsukishima knowing your boyfriend had everything under control. You heard Bokuto gasp and Kuroo mutter “Jesus,” but you just held the condom up to Tsukishima’s mouth. He looked at you with confusion written on his face.
“What?” he asked.
“Open,” you replied, holding it closer to his mouth. His eyes grew wide but he leaned in, opening his mouth and closing his teeth on the wrapper. You smirked at him and tugged at the foil. You pulled out the condom when it was finally open and tossed the wrapper from Tsukishima’s lips to the side. You replaced it with your lips as you moved your hand between your legs and slipped the condom onto Tsukki. He gasped at the contact, leaning his head back against the headboard. You followed him with your lips and deepened the kiss as you wrapped a hand around him, lining him up with your entrance. You sunk down, not giving either of you a chance to really react until he was fully sheathed inside of you. He broke from your lips and leaned his forehead against your cheek. He let out a shuddering gasp and wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned your face and kissed his forehead, then lifted up slightly and sunk back down onto him. He gasped and you began to rock more steadily, slowly picking up the energy and pace.
“Fuck,” he muttered. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he let out a sigh, fingers burying into your skin.
“God, you feel good, Tsukki,” you breathed into his hair. He grunted in response, lips pursing to kiss at your skin. You sighed and tipped your head back, exposing more of your neck to his eager lips. His hands shifted to your hips and he gripped them tightly, pulling down as you slid over him, making him hit you somehow even deeper. You gasped and threw your arms around his neck.
“Shit,” you whispered as he took control of your pace, pulling you down hard. “Tsukki,” you sighed, ruffling his hair.
“I--” he started, but was cut off by a sweet, choked sound that came from deep in his throat. “Say my name again.”
“Tsukki,” you said. He shook his head against you. As he tipped his head up towards yours, you heard the familar click of the lube cap and felt weight sink onto the edge of the bed. You were unsure who it was until Bokuto let out a strangled gasp. Ah. Keiji really was taking care of him. You pressed a quick kiss against Tsukishima’s lips and leaned your forehead against his.
“Say my name like earlier,” he said. “The other one.” Your eyes widened and you smiled.
“Are you sure, Kei?” you teased. He groaned. “Aw, you like that?” He didn’t respond, but his face was screwed up into a look of concentration and pleasure that almost looked like pain.
“Again.”
“You feel so good, Kei.” He moaned, a sound you didn’t think you were going to be lucky enough to hear. “So good. Fuck, Kei.” You scattered his name into bouts of praise and swearing. He removed one of his hands from you, making you have to keep up the pace with your hips. You didn’t understand why until his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, starting to draw small, focused circles against it. Your hips stuttered out of pace and you moaned, tightening your grip around his neck. You were so oversensitive from Kuroo and Keiji’s advances that the movement on your clit was almost too much. Your breathing was coming in gasps.
“Bokuto-san, relax,” you heard Keiji say, though it felt like it was a thousand miles away.
“Get off of my fucking foot,” Tsukishima said, sounding frustrated even though the words were strained. Your eyebrows pinched together, frustrated.
“Move, Bokuto,” Keiji said, and you felt the weight shift again.
“Kei,” you said, loud enough to give Tsukishima pause. “Don’t pay attention to them.” He looked suprised.
“I --” he started.
“No.” You cut him off with a particularly devastating buck of your hips, and his expression changed. Just a moment later, though, he was glancing behind you at the source of the muffled gasps and whines behind you. You grabbed him by the jaw and stopped moving.
“Open,” you said. His eyebrows knit together.
“What?”
“Open.” You ran your thumb down his bottom lip, holding it for a moment before he complied. You leaned above him and spat.
Shock was the first thing to flash over Tsukki’s eyes, followed very quickly by something dark. He swallowed, staring into your eyes like you just set him on fire.
“Learn your lesson?” you asked. He said nothing, but his hands returned to your hips and dug into them, like he was begging you to move. “Good,” you said through a smile. You began to rock into his lap once more.
He let out a genuine moan, choppy and desperate and gorgeous. It was like that one motion made him yours, completely. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing faster and more desperate circles. You crashed your lips into his, moaning into his mouth as he returned the favor. There was something so intimate in his motions. It was hard to believe this Tsukishima was the same asshole from earlier.
“Fuck, Kei, I’m close,” you said. Tsukki nodded, forehead still pressed against yours.
“Come with me,” he mumbled. If you weren’t so close to him you wouldn’t have believed he said it, but sure enough, you were both leaning against each other like your lives depended on it. He started swearing, small “fuck”s that grew in volume the closer he got. You could feel yourself reaching the peak, eyes squeezing shut and body locking. Right when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, right when you were about to beg Tsukishima to hurry up and finish so you could die against him, his grip around you tightened. He could still move you, riding out his orgasm inside of you, but he squeezed you so close you thought you could shift into his chest if you really wanted to. Your body shook, jerking involuntarily against his thumb. Both of you were panting, and it felt like the world went black around you as you kept your faces pressed together.
You couldn’t tell when the moment ended, but when it did Tsukishima was kissing along your shoulders and allowing you to slump against him, arms barely holding you up.
“Why don’t you lay down?” he whispered, and you nodded, feeling almost drunk. You swung your leg off of him, shuddering at the loss of him inside of you. He laughed at your reaction and pressed a kiss against your forehead as you laid on your back.
“Love, scoot closer,” you heard Keiji say. Fuck. They weren’t done with you yet. You opened your eyes to finally see what had been happening behind you while you were falling apart in Tsukishima’s lap.
Bokuto was laying on his back, legs pitched up slightly. Keiji’s hand was pressed flush up against him, preparing him for who knows what else. Your eyes widened and, without thinking, you did what your boyfriend told you to do.
“Bokuto, turn around,” Keiji said, and Bokuto did as he was instructed. He looked blissed out and shaky, but allowed himself to be pushed forward until his face was laying against one of your thighs. He smiled up at you, as if he was greeting an old friend intead of laying ass up with your boyfriend positioning himself behind him.
“Y/n, open your legs.” Fuck. Bokuto’s cheeks flushed and he turned to look back at Keiji.
“‘Kashi, I--” He was cut off by one slow, perfect thrust by Keiji. You did as you were told, staring up at Keiji’s face in awe. His eyes had closed and he looked unbelievably content.
“You know what to do, Bokuto,” he said. “Just make sure you breathe.”
With that, Bokuto buried his mouth against you.
There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation, like Keiji’s commands were magic. He had been like this as long as you had known him, but judging by the surprised sounds Kuroo and Tsukki made, it wasn’t the Akaashi they knew.
Bokuto seemed hungry, like you were the one thing holding him back from starvation. His tongue made long strokes against you, making your hips shake. He stopped every so often to focus on your clit, swirling his tongue or sucking harshly. You weren’t even sure what kind of noises you were making at this point, just that someone was making a lot of sound and it was more than likely you. Akaashi’s thrusts were slow and deep, making Bokuto groan against you. It was an overwhelming feeling, your boyfriend fucking someone else into you. With how oversensitive you were, you didn’t think you’d last long.
Your orgasm wasn’t a slow build this time. It was choppy and harsh, almost painful as Bokuto sucked enthusiastically on your clit. Your legs couldn’t stay open on their own, crushing his head between your thighs as you made a panicked noise. The rumble of another groan from Bokuto is what sent you over, back arching and head leaning back into the bed. You were breathless, not making much sound as your body reacted out of your control. You had to push Bokuto off of you and slide away in order to get him to stop. He was so eager it seemed like he would have tried for another if you hadn’t escaped.
Now all you could do was watch as Akaashi leaned forward, taking Bokuto’s cock in his hand and timing movement with his hips. Bokuto was drooling onto the bed, making the sweetest whining noises you had ever heard. He came quickly after that, crying Akaashi’s name into the comforter as his lower body jerked. Akaashi fucked him through it and followed soon behind, face scrunching and breaths coming out as gasps.
Bokuto collapsed against the bed as Keiji pulled out, yanking off the condom and tucking himself back into his slacks like nothing had happened. God, he was a piece of work sometimes.
You stood, collecting your clothing from the floor. You pulled on your shirt, not bothering with your bra. You didn’t even know where it was.
You missed the left leg hole of your pants twice before Kuroo finally wrapped an arm around you and helped you get them up, even buttoning them for you once they were on.
“Well,” you said, but it came out strained. You coughed, smiling up at the group of men. “That was . . .” You couldn’t finish the sentence, letting out a choppy laugh instead.
“That was,” Kuroo agreed, laughing with you.
“If you guys would be willing . . .” Tsukishima said.
“Can we please do that again?” Bokuto said, a bit too loud for the room. Keiji’s eyes grew wide.
“Not right now!” he said. Bokuto laughed.
“Not right now. But sometime?” They all turned to face you, looking precious and eager. You laughed, then sighed heavily.
“Absolutely.”
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Hi ! I hope you're doing well. I've had an idea for a one shot and though I could write it myself I don't think it could ever come out as beautiful as if you would write it so here it is.
I was thinking of Ivar and Heahmund as a couple. They haven't really had to spend too much time away from each other because whenever ine traveled with work the other would come along so maybe this time Ivar has to go alone because it's urgent and Heahmund can't come along cause he's stuck at work and unable to take a few days off. I was thinking Ivar would be so homesick. Like unable to sleep and stuff. And though he would have had to spend around a week away he won't be able to stay away for so long and return 3 days later and surprises Heahmund and they cuddle q lot and Ivar barely let's Heahmund go anywhere because he's touch starved.
You don't have to write it. It's just an idea but if you fancy it and want to I would feel honored to have my idea written by you and also very happy. Thank you ! Love ya!
Hello my dear, and I feel so honored that you want me to write this idea of yours! ❤️ As I already told you, it was a huge pleasure for me as I can identify myself with that situation very well, and I really hope that you like what I wrote and it turned maybe a little bit out the way you wanted it. Thank you so much! ❤️
Three days
Words: ~ 3k.
It's all pure fluff and stuff, and a bit of missing, obviously. xD
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Ivar clenched his hand lightly around Heahmund's; he had been afraid, damned afraid of this day that was coming anyway - and it had just been there far too quickly, far too fleetingly, and most of all - far too hard.
He could feel Heahmund squeezing his hand a little tighter as well, but the big man only smiled slightly, while Ivar could already feel the tears in his eyes.
"I can't do that, no. I'd rather be out of a job." he snarled tensely, while Heahmund let out a soft snort. They had arrived at the final departure lounge, where he would soon be leaving - and where Ivar would have to say a final goodbye to Heahmund.
They had been a couple for maybe two years, had been through many ups and downs together - but they had never been apart for long. The longest they had spent without each other was one day. And that was only because Ivar had been far too offended at the time and had missed his bus when he had changed his mind after all. In that night, Ivar had sworn to himself that he would never again spend even one night apart from Heahmund - which had generally worked out well. When one of the two had to travel, they had taken each other with them. One had taken time off, the other was working; in this way they had been able to discover many places together. But this time it had been different. Since Heahmund had an important job to do, he couldn't take time off - just when Ivar had to fly away for a week for his job.
It was the first time Ivar had seriously considered just quitting; it was one thing to go to work and have your partner back in bed with you in the evening; but something completely different to have to go to sleep without him. The thought of it sent deep goosebumps down Ivar's body, and he sighed deeply.
"Honey, you're hurting me. It's only a week.", Heahmund said in a relaxed manner, trying to lightly release his hand from the clamp-like grip of Ivar's warm fingers; however, Ivar shook his head. Breathe in, breathe out, he told himself; but his eyes betrayed him. It wasn't really a tear that ran lightly from the corner of his eye, but Heahmund saw it anyway.
He made a soft clicking sound with his tongue and wrapped his arms tightly around the middle of Ivar's body; Ivar buried his face deep in Heahmund's black jacket, breathing in deeply the smell of his boyfriend. God, how he would miss him. Already his body felt drained, and his heart area became terribly heavy.
"I'm going to miss you so much, Heahmund. What are you going to do without me? Who's going to cook for you? And don't you dare meet anyone else.", Ivar mumbled dully into Heahmund's jacket, and he wrapped his arms tighter around Heahmund as he laughed softly and melodically.
"Babe, I'm not seeing anyone else. And besides, I'll probably survive a week without you! What are delivery services for, huh?" Heahmund replied, lifting Ivar's chin with a slight movement; Ivar blinked.
"Still. I should stay here." he grumbled, and Heahmund laughed softly.
"I have something for you that will comfort you a little. I know you always claim you don't like these things and are too old for them - but you always hug your bear very fiercely for that when I come home at night. That's why...", Heahmund said and pulled something out of his jacket pocket; it was a small stuffed animal, a small, soft hyena, wearing a dark blue ribbon around its neck. Ivar had to swallow; he took the stuffed animal carefully in his hands and then blinked very gently up at Heahmund, who looked at him with a smile.
"A hyena! You remember I was particularly fond of those?" he murmured softly, and Heahmund nodded as his hand went lightly to the back of Ivar's neck.
"Sure. You took about 200 pictures, and you kept stressing how much you'd like one yourself, and that you'd keep it in the bedroom."
"In the bathroom, so it could have a tub!"
"Of course!" Heahmund snorted in amusement; through the hall came the distinct and final call for Ivar's Gate, and the voice again sent a terrible shiver down Ivar's spine. He pressed himself as tightly as he could against Heahmund and sobbed slightly; Heahmund's warm fingers stroked through his hair, which for once he had not braided today, and which was just wildly disheveled. Who else was he going to make himself pretty for when his future husband wasn't around?
"Shhht, it's going to be okay, Ivar. You have to go now.", Heahmund said softly; Ivar knew it was time, but he found it extremely difficult to let go of the warm and familiar body and the familiar, beloved smell.
They kissed firmly and as long as they could; before Heahmund softly broke the kiss and smiled at Ivar once more. "You call me as soon as you land, okay? And no cell phone on the plane!" he said with a wink, and Ivar rolled his eyes.
He wiped away the last of his tears and hugged the hyena tightly before shuffling towards his gate with infinitely heavy feet. He looked after Heahmund for as long as he could - and when his dearly beloved guy disappeared behind him, the whole feeling in his body became really crushing. He tried to calm himself down the aisles to the plane and not show his tears - which worked well as long as he kept chewing his lower lip and answering all questions from stewardesses and staff only with a dull nod.
But it wasn't until he was sitting in his seat on the plane that all his emotions suddenly came rushing up - especially when he put the little hyena down on his lap and squeezed it tightly. He knew it was Heahmund's way of letting him know he was there - but the takeoff still sucked. Normally, during airplane takeoffs, Ivar always held Heahmund's hand, and always huddled slightly against Heahmund's shoulder out of fear; now that he wasn't there, the plane takeoff was a thousand times worse for Ivar.
The flight itself went by quickly, it was also only two hours. But the first day in his seminar from work was not great. Ivar found it awful to keep in touch with Heahmund only through his cell phone. Every two minutes he glanced at the screen, waiting to receive another heart, or an "I love you, I miss you." He knew Heahmund was working, too - but his inner, offended side most wanted Heahmund to text him every second.
The distraction of the seminar made the day go by quickly, even though Ivar shut down easily; he barely listened, and when he fell into his bed at night, all the fierce violence of missing him came crashing down. It took him a few seconds, a few seconds and his little hyena, before he could breathe reasonably again and pull out his cell phone to call Heahmund.
"Hey, little guy. Are you okay?" Heahmund said; he sounded tired and exhausted, but tears immediately started to flow on Ivar's face.
"I want to go home, I don't feel like it anymore! I'm homesick as hell, and I already know I can't sleep in this shitty bed! Heahmund, come get me. You can work from here too!" Ivar grumbled, sniffling as Heahmund laughed softly.
"Babe, you know I can't do that. I've really had a lot of conversations today, and I'm really, really knackered. I'm about to go to sleep too."
"You sound really tired too. But still... How am I supposed to sleep without you?" Ivar whined softly as Heahmund tossed and turned, Ivar heard it clearly. "And you're not supposed to sleep on the couch, Heahmund."
"I'm about to go to bed. Are you stalking me?"
"No, but I know our couch." Ivar said, smiling slightly; although tears were running slightly from his eyes, he could not hide the smile. He hugged the hyena a little more to his chest, imagining for a moment that it was Heahmund's warm hand; it helped a little.
"You are unique, at least your ears are. Which, after all, only hear what they want to hear. I miss you, Ivar."
Ivar swallowed hard. "I miss you too."
"We can talk on the phone with video tomorrow, I'm really too tired today."
"All right. Sleep well, and don't touch yourself too much! I want the full load when I get back.", Ivar grinned slightly, and he heard Heahmund snort exactly: it was the snort that Ivar knew quite well he was imagining him naked, with Ivar lying underneath him, moaning and whimpering.
"Of course. The same goes for you. I want you trembling and fucking starved with me," Heahmund replied; "...I love you. If there's anything, get in touch!"
"I love you, too. Will do."
As soon as he hung up, Ivar's heart grew heavy again, terribly heavy. He felt like there was a heavy weight on his chest, almost crushing him. It was such a sickening feeling to be lying alone in this bed, so many miles from Heahmund.
"You're 20, you can do it," Ivar whispered to himself as he tucked himself in and snuggled comfortably. But no matter what he did, he couldn't sleep.
His thoughts kept circling around Heahmund, and his body and soul missed the man next to him just terribly. Ivar had the feeling that his body was in severe withdrawal, that he simply needed Heahmund to function at all. He remembered the smell, the so familiar smell of Heahmund's neck and chin as they lay over Ivar's head, taking him in; he remembered his fingers always sliding over Heahmund's chest, sometimes on shaved, smooth, skin, sometimes on something hairier... but either way, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world to sleep in Heahmund's warm embrace.
For as long as Ivar could remember, he had always slept with his head on Heahmund's chest or shoulder; he couldn't think of an evening when they hadn't somehow fallen asleep without physical contact. Even on the hottest summer nights, Ivar would always curl up against Heahmund's back like a little hedgehog, holding at least his one arm, no matter how much Heahmund grumbled in his half-sleep.
It was simply his means of falling asleep, of waking up, of feeling good all around. But now, so alone in this hotel room, he felt completely lost and abandoned. The pain after Heahmund's closeness was so gravely real that Ivar found it difficult to breathe normally at all; again and again small sobs interrupted his breathing, and he pressed the hyena very tightly against him; unfortunately, it no longer bore any traces of Heahmund's scent, and only now did Ivar remember that he had forgotten to pack a worn shirt of Heahmund's - and it was so bad for him in those seconds that he burst into sheer tears, which only subsided when he eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.
The next two days were an absolute nightmare for Ivar. He didn't want to and couldn't eat anything, hardly felt like doing anything with the others even though the weather was wonderful - and he cried so terribly after every phone call with Heahmund that he always had to calm down before he could do anything else.
This feeling didn't go away either, and it got worse. This terrible feeling that a very primary part of him was missing, that his better and more beautiful half was simply missing. This missing squeezed all the nice feelings out of him and took over almost his entire daily life - so much so, that on the third day he was fed up and pretended to be sick so he could fly home.
He didn't tell Heahmund about all the action, because he would have just said, "You can't do that," and put on his dad look, along with his glasses, which he needed to work. But Ivar didn't care what he would think; he wrote to a work colleague of Heahmund's beforehand and asked her if he was in the office - when she answered in the affirmative, Ivar decided that he would wait for him at home as a surprise.
It was like a warm hug when Ivar unlocked the door to their apartment and smelled the scent of Heahmund still in the air; his heart was still burning, and he could hardly breathe with excitement - but finally he was home again.
Ivar felt a little bad that he had lasted such a short time and had only managed three days without Heahmund. But he knew that he would not have been able to stand it any other way, and no matter what Heahmund would say - he would just be glad to hold the man in his arms again. It would take away all the pain, and finally the endless burdensome pressure from his chest.
As he wandered through the apartment and looked around, he discovered slight chaos in some corners; but he was not angry. Rather, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, because he saw exactly that Heahmund seemed to need him in everyday life as much as Ivar needed him. As he was already unpacking his suitcase in the bedroom, he discovered the photo album of all their travels on Heahmund's bedside table; it was still open, and Ivar carefully took the book in his hands.
It showed a page with four pictures where they had been together in Egypt; there were pyramids in the background, and Ivar kissed Heahmund on the cheek while the older man grabbed his butt. It was a wonderful photo, and Ivar had to hold back his tears hard. It touched him more than anything that Heahmund had apparently looked at these pictures, even though he had seemed so tough on the phone. It was a moment that was so precious to Ivar - even though it was just a small, hidden detail in their otherwise great relationship.
As the evening approached, Ivar had almost prepared Heahmund's favorite meal; he had placed the little hyena in the hallway so that it would be the first thing the older man would see when he came into the apartment. And indeed - after a little while Ivar heard the lock of the door open, and someone standing in the hallway, puzzled. For a moment, nothing was heard - Ivar bit his lower lip in gleeful excitement before quietly sneaking around the corner of the hallway. He lurked around the corner and saw Heahmund perplexedly picking up the hyena and eyeing it in his hand, and once he had his eyes on this beautiful man, Ivar could wait no longer.
He jumped around the corner and threw himself into Heahmund's arms; the older man was a little startled, but he caught Ivar effortlessly and immediately took him deep and tight in his arms. He even lifted him up slightly with the embrace, and Ivar smiled broadly as Heahmund kissed him breathlessly, demanding.
"Oh fuck, I missed you so much, my little burglar." he murmured against Ivar's cheek, and Ivar took his face in both hands and kissed him again, firmly and intimately. Although tears were running down his cheek, he finally let go of that terribly heavy feeling of missing him, and he could finally breathe freely again. His arms wrapped around Heahmund's neck as tightly as he could, and the older man held him effortlessly in his strong arms.
"I escaped." Ivar admitted dryly, and Heahmund laughed softly.
"How did you do that again, huh?"
"I said I was too sick, and I just flew. Heahmund, I couldn't go on without you, I'm so damn starved and it hurt so much and... oh, the food!", Ivar groaned and pressed one last kiss on Heahmund before breaking free from the hug and running to the kitchen.
They spent a wonderful dinner together, and Ivar talked an incredible amount, though he didn't actually catch that much; but he was immensely satisfied when he was finally able to lie down in Heahmund's arms in the evening, and the older man pulled him into an intimate embrace on the sofa.
Ivar inhaled the smell of Heahmund deeply and firmly and swore to himself that he would never let him go - at most when he had to go to the bathroom. But that was it. Far too much had he missed the pressure of strong arms around him, and didn't want to be left alone for another minute.
When Heahmund wanted to get something to snack on from the kitchen, Ivar grumbled; but he clung with his arms around Heahmund's broad shoulders and let himself be carried like a little monkey all the way to the kitchen, where Heahmund finally had to laugh.
"What are you doing, huh? Are you my little spider monkey again?" he said, amused, and pushed Ivar onto the kitchen table; Ivar chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around Heahmund again, even though he actually wanted to go to the freezer to get some ice cream. But Ivar kept a tight grip on him, and additionally clamped his legs around Heahmund's hips.
The big man raised an eyebrow, slightly enraptured, and leaned down to Ivar; they kissed intimately, and Ivar felt Heahmund's warm hands slide under his shirt with a slight pleasant hum.
"Are you a little starved?" he murmured softly, and slowly began kissing Ivar's sensitive right side of his neck; a thousand butterflies raced through Ivar's body, and he opened his full lips slightly to let out a soft moan.
"Yes - starved for touch. After all, we have three days to make up, my big guy."
Heahmund's eyebrow rose again in rapture, and not a second passed before the two strong arms had Ivar firmly in their grasp once more, and they were kissing fiercely. And even as Heahmund pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, he knew for sure that he never wanted to be without this man for even one more day. Fuck the job - he didn't need money.
He just needed the full love and absolute closeness of this incredible man with him, forever.
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@youbloodymadgenius @jadelynlace @punkrocknpearls (Uh, I don't remember if it was you who wanted to be tagged in stuff like this? xD Otherwise, I'm so sorry! <3)
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Hello my I order a Jamil and Leona Nsfw where their s/o is being shared between the two and the Nsfw has mostly the two dominating her thank you❤️
❞ 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 ❝
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࿐. . . JAMIL VIPER & LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
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➻ content: cookies and..oh dear..my apologies..i have spilled your coffee..
➻ warnings: threesome!
➻ comments: ah this turned out quite long..
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You were deprived of attention.
The days would pass by quick. Neither Leona nor Jamil could pay much attention to you due to classes and dorm duties. The lion would be sleeping somewhere or being dragged by Ruggie while you’re drowning from the amount of school work you have. Jamil has Kalim, Scarabia, and his school work to handle as well. There was barely any time for you.
All you were getting were their kisses, despite having an intense glaring session in between, while you each separated towards your classes. Maybe even sneaking in a bit of a surprise hug or a pat on the head in the hallway as you pass by each other. It may sound selfish, but you wanted them for your own. No school, no dorm duties, just you and both your boyfriends just hanging out. Though, you know you can't attain what you want that easily, especially when all three of you are from different dorms.
5:00 PM
The bell rang and classes have finally ended. You sighed, turning on your phone and saw your message was not responded to again by both males. Not even seen. Biting your lower lip, your thumbs danced on the screen as you headed out of the classroom.
    Classes are over.
    Do you guys want something to eat?
Even though you knew your message won't be noticed or responded to, at least they knew you still cared. You continued to walk, towards the cafeteria to at least grab a drink for the evening. While you stood in line, the vibration of your phone along with a small beep caught your attention. You pulled out your phone again and smiled. Leona has responded.
    Come to Savanaclaw kitten.
He didn't answer your question, but at least you were given a bit of the attention you wanted. Though you're slightly disappointed that Jamil hasn't seen your message, and worried that he may not be taking care of himself properly. You left your line and headed to Savanaclaw.
Upon arriving, you saw Ruggie grumbling by the entrance as he sat on the rock, "Hi Ruggie," you greeted, "y/n!" he greeted back and sighed, "I know what you're going to ask. Leona told me to stay here until you arrived. Not like I'm going to just let you enter on your own where these rascals can attack you any minute."
You chuckled, "Thank you Ruggie."
The hyena shrugged and led you to Leona's room. He opened the door, "Leona, she's here." He nudged to inside before closing the door. You exhaled from your nose and placed your bag on Leona's desk. His room was dark. Leona was leaning over the balcony, you walked over and hugged him from behind. He was topless and his sweatpants were hanging on his hips. Quite a delicious sight, "I missed you," you said, "Both you and Jamil," you trailed off. You subconsciously traced your fingers across his toned stomach, your head laying on his back.
Snickering, Leona looked over his shoulder as one of his hands held yours, halting them from moving across his body, "That bastard isn't here," he commented, "I prefer some time just between you and me." Turning around to face you, Leona smirked down at your form. You rolled your eyes before smacking him on his shoulder, "Will you two never get along?" you commented as Leona nudged you over to his bed.
The lion simply mimicked your action by rolling his eyes himself, laying on his bed as he pulled you with him. "We didn't agree to anything so, yes." He lazily tugged on your bra. You sighed and removed the irritating underwear before tossing it somewhere in the room, "At least let me change."
"Ugh, hurry up."
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You didn't bring any clothes with you, so you ended up using one of Leona's shirts and staying in your underwear. He spooned you. Your back pressed on his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, and his face snuggled close to your nape.
Meanwhile, you stayed focused on your phone. Jamil wasn't replying at all, you were pretty much worried. Was he that busy? Sighing, you began to think. You could visit him tomorrow, right? Shifting yourself, your ass scooted closer to Leona's crotch. Your fingers moved across the screen as you scrolled through MagiCam.
Your phone suddenly dinged.
Y/N
Instantly clicking Jamil's chathead, your eyes scanned and read his message. Three dots bounced along the screen, indicating he was still typing.
I'm sorry for not replying much
Kalim made me too busy and Scarabia wasn't doing well
Are you back at your dom?
How relieved you are. The worry you felt disappeared just like that. The contentment of knowing Jamil was safe was enough to make your day peaceful.
Unheedingly of you, Leona's eyes had opened and glared at your phone. Just when he finally had you all to himself, Jamil just had to ruin the moment and snatch your attenton that easily.
You shifted again, absentmindedly rubbing more into his crotch and yet you still gave most of your attention to your other boyfriend.
I'm glad you're doing fine. I'm with Leona right now.
Have you ate?
You texted Jamil back.
Ah, Leona was pissed. Why are you paying attention to someone else when you have him just beside you? He's jealous. The way his chest would unpleasantly clench irritated him the more he read the conversation go between the both of you. Let alone the relaxed smile you have on your face while you libidinously rubbed your ass on his cock.
It was making him sexually frustrated.
He has had enough.
Growling, Leona grabbed your phone while you're in the midst of typing. "Hey!" you yapped and looked at him, surprised. "What was that–"
The look he gave you was enough for you to silence yourself. There was a glint in his eyes that made you gulp down your saliva and look away.
"Leona, my phone–"
"Didn't I tell you I would prefer some time between you and me only?"
He growled. You didn't know what to say. He was definitely pissed. After all, him and Jamil never got along. "I was just asking how he was doing."
"And you're doing that so innocently while you rub yourself on my cock. Am I at fault here, princess?"
Your eyes trailed down to his hips. You didn't even notice you were pressed so, sinfully against him. You felt him. His erection was so evident against his sweatpants. You weren't going to lie.
You were heavily turned on.
"Why are you quiet, princess?"
He used that nickname.
There was no escaping this Leona.
You opened your mouth, only to close it again for your mind went blank. What is there to argue back on? Too embarrassed, you looked away.
Bad idea.
Leona's lips pressed against your neck. His other hand held your jaw while the other rubbed you against your panties. All you could do was gasp and shiver with his heated touches. He knows your weak points too well. His tongue licked up your neck and to your jaw. "Naughty kitten," he purred.
"Leona..." you whined and pushed the pillow against your face. You were wet. Damped.
Your phone suddenly rang.
Leona grabbed it and checked the caller. It was none other than Jamil. Sure he would like some alone time with you, but it won't hurt to have a little fun. Smirking, he gave the phone to you before demanding, "Answer it."
"But–"
"Answer it, y/n. Put it on speaker."
You let out a shaky breath and answered. Leona continued his sultry actions. He continued to suck on your neck while deliciously rubbing on your clit. Your mind was hazy and you couldn't speak. You were surpressing your own noises as your hips bucked against Leona's fingers.
"Hello?" Jamil spoke.
"J..Jamil..." you stuttered and whined against the pillow.
"y/n? y/n, are you alright?"
"I suppose you're not dumb enough to know what's going on, Jamil." Leona intervened and swiftly slipped his hands down your panties and thrusted a finger up your wet core.
A loud moan left your lips as you kept your face covered by the pillow. "Ah! L-Leona!" you gasped and shifted your legs as your toes curled.
"Ah. I see," Jamil spoke. He was quiet for a few seconds, shifting and walking could be heard on the other line before he chuckled. "Just keep going. I'll be on my way."
"You better hurry up then."
You whined and bit your lower lip, "W..Wait– ngh! Leona–!" you gasped. Two of his fingers were now pushed deep in your walls. He thrusted fastly, your pussy loudly squelched around his fingers. You were getting more wet as Leona repeatedly moved his fingers up your g-spot, "Ah– t-there..right there Leona!"
"How dirty of you, y/n," Jamil snickered through the phone. He could hear the noises your pussy was making. Oh, how it affected him greatly. He held his phone closely to his ear as he looked over his shoulder. His dorm leader was deeply asleep already, such perfect timing. Jamil inhaled through gritted teeth at the sounds of your moans. Loud and pleasing to the ear indeed.
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"Damn, tight..."
Leona hissed. He nudged your leg upward as he thrusted up your walls. He was still spooning you, angled in a way he could fuck you deeper. To let you feel every inch of his cock as your pussy greedily swallowed him. Leona's shirt— the one you're wearing —was now discarded on the ground as his left hand gripped your tits and his other continued to rub circles on your hardened clit.
You, you were a mess.
You couldn't hold back your moans and whines as much as you wanted to. They sinfully flew out your lips, emptily pleading for something as you gripped the sheets. Your face pushed against the pillow as your body rocked along with his thrust.
"T..Too deep!" you gasped and arched your back, clawing on Leona's hand that was squeezing your boobs.
You were both in ecstacy.
"Mm..fuck that's it princess– ah shit." Leona bit on your shoulder, his fang digging on your skin— not enough to break the layers.
His thrusts began to grew pace, skin slapping against yours. The hand that was on your clit now held your hips to steady your rocking body, "Cumming, princess?" he smirked while panting.
"L..Leona...p-please! Please, p-please– more– ngh..ah!" you whined out. Loud gasps left your throat, you tilted your head back against Leona's shoulder as your hands stayed on gripping on the sheets and clawing on his hand. Too blinded by pleasure.
You didn't even know Jamil already ended the call.
Nor notice that he was by the balcony, on a magic carpet, intently watching you being fucked by Leona.
Your pussy clenched around the prince's cock, squeezing his erection as he swiftly pushed inside you. Leona was already growling loudly, his hips ecstatically slapped against yours before groaning, "Ah– fuck princess, you're squeezing too tight..." he panted.
As if striked by lighting, your whole body quivered, your toes tightly curled and digging through the mattress. Your back arched and your mouth left open, your eyebrows furrowed.
You squirted.
Your orgasm spilling out of you in a strong force and staining both the bed and floor. You hoarsely panted before squealing once you felt Leona's warm cum fill your insides.
Ah, good thing he was wearing a condom.
Both of you in a panting mess, you let out a small noise once Leona pulled out, "Good girl," he huffed and sloppily kissed your lips.
He took off the condom and tossed it into the bin before pulling up his sweatpants again. He turned on his back before leaning on his elbows.
You were still regaining your breath from the intense sex you just went through. Curled up on the bed and relaxing in silence.
"I'm sure you would like to have a taste."
What.
Turning your head over to the balcony, your eyes widening upon doing so, "You exhausted her." Jamil hopped off his magic carpet and inside Leona's room. He walked over to your side before sitting down, "You didn't forget about me, now did you?" he chuckled and racked a hand through your messy hair.
"Jamil.."
"Ah, Jamil it's your turn."
The younger male's hand wandered over to your hips, caressing it softly, "Tired?" he teased. You whined and moved over to your back, "He was rough," you playfully protested.
"But you liked it." Leona commented who was now on his side and most probably going to go back to sleep.
Jamil rolled his eyes before standing up, "I guess I'll just clean you up then." He smirked while you confusedly tilted your head, "Wait you don't need to."
"Open your legs, sweetheart."
So that's what he meant.
How can these two easily turn you on? You are highly sensitive from your intense orgasm a few minutes ago yet your clit is still erect.
Biting your lower lip, you obeyed. Slowly opening up your legs and letting Jamil get a full view of your cunt, "This is embrrassing," you whispered and covered your face.
"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago."
"Wow, kitten. Says the one that's been moaning out not too long ago," Leona chuckled, "Keep on moaning, princess. I love it."
Damn these two.
While you tried to think of a remark, Jamil has already knelt in front of you and leaned towards your pussy. He pushed your thighs up as he gave your clit a slow and long lick. Dragging his warm tongue up your walls, sending shivers down your spine as you let you a shaky breath, "Jamil..." you softly moaned out.
He groaned, "Worth the wait..." he whispered. His lips latching on your clit, giving it a slow yet strong suck that sent you jolting and gasping. Your clit was red and sensitive as is hardened once more. Jamil slithered the tip of his tongue up and down your slit. His lips wrapping around your clit again before sucking in a quick and small pace.
"Jamil...Oh– f-fuck...J-Jamil.." you squealed, gripping his loose locks as the other lazily laid on your lips. Your hips bucking on his mouth while Jamil held them down. He chuckled and moved his wet muscle lower. Slipping inside your entrance as his thumb pressed on your clit. He thrusted his muscle in and out your walls while his thumb circled on your clit, adding pressure that left you whining.
Pulling away, he looked up at you while licking his lips, "You liked that?" he smirked and slipped in his middle and ring fingers inside you. They were in deep. You felt like cumming again.
Your hazy eyes stared up at your other boyfriend, feeling rather desperate to cum again, "Please..." you pleaded and moved your hips, "Impatient, now are we," he said.
He moved his fingers up, deliciously hitting your sensitive spot then pulled his fingers back, only to jam them in again. Giving you a strong wave of pleasure, leaving you breathless and whining loudly. "Ah!"
Jamil held down his other hand on your pelvis and swiftly thrusted his fingers in and out your core. Just like that, leaving you yet again in another moaning mess. Your hands gripped the pillow tightly and your hips quivered and jolted to every thrust.
You could feel a strong wave of pleasure hit you fast the more he pushed his fingers inside you. Not only is he hitting a sensitive spot, he was easily bring you into another strong orgasm.
Another strong squirt spilled from your pussy before you even knew it.
It left you gasping loudly, your hips arched and dropped back down once it was over. Jamil's arm and the bed were both a drenched mess.
"I'll have Ruggie clean the sheets tomorrow," grumbled Leona.
"Have you no shame?" Jamil sighed as he pulled his fingers out of your core, "Come, I'll give you some water," he lifted you up into a sitting position and pecked your forehead. Your eyes already grew heavy. You were tired and weak.
Let's just hope you could walk tomorrow.
For now, you're satisfied. You have both their attentions now.
Ah, you can never get used to them at all.
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shadow and bone rewatch s1e6 while drinking mid-range scotch
I wish I have a face that is as unlined and pretty as Ben Barnes' when I'm 39
Arken you dirty dirty liar
the face Alek is making at his lies that he knows are lies firstly because he knows the art of lying so well and also because he can read people very well
okay Ivan is kind of a bad bitch with his smirk at Arken's lies
alek's eyes narrowing and his little smile when Arken says 'im an entertainer' bitch I love this show
*grabs hand, pulls up sleeve, and discovers Arken's hand is full of marks indicating successful passages through the fold* 'well, that is certainly entertaining' I love this man with all my heart
him screaming is so fucking hot, is that weird for me to say
Nina being the Darkling's spy is quite interesting
Ben giving the Darkling crazy eyes when Arken owns up to his guilt is so cool
also wtf is Arken a fool trying to negotiate with possibly the strongest man in the world
kind of loved the darkness literally eating him
also love Alina learning to use her powers better when she is alone than when she is with anyone else, wish we got to see the cut in this season as per the books, ah can't have everything I guess
the camera pan to Jesper's gun at his side, amazing
god Jessie is literally so beautiful I need to see her bring Alina to the peak of her power so bad
netflix you better renew this series to let the plot run to its completion
HOW THE FUCK DID THEY CAST THE CROWS SO PERFECTLY
INEJ FUCKING TREMBLING JUST THE TINIEST BIT AS SHE BOWS SLIGHTLY TO ALINA SGSHSBSJJSJSSJ MY TWO QUEENS
'And where is my Summoner?' my little Darklina heart ouchie I really wish you hadn't used and manipulated her like this Alek it was incredibly fucked up especially considering you actually caught feelings
'Ivan and I won't fail you' oh Fedyor my baby, my angel, you don't deserve what is coming
Helnik literally recreating Titanic lmao stop this is a joke
I too would jump off the raft if I came to consciousness to see a gorgeous woman with magical powers with her hand on my back
omg but why is ryevost so pretty though
'I know exactly how she felt. The King's soldiers treated me the same way... I'm not myself today.' why must you do this to me, why must you fuel my darklina soulmates agenda idiocy
I don't quite think I have a problem with the Zoya Darkling relationship as much as I have a problem with the line they chose to reveal it to use with.
my drink's over and I don't know if I should have another, considering that it's 7 am
the tenderness with which he looks at Zoya and takes her hand and then when he says 'I shall relax when I have Alina' makes me believe more that the man that is reduced to tears time and again in front of Alina could in fact be the master manipulator I know him to be
god I can't wait for Zoya's character arc
'I speak six languages, it's part of my job' why is Nina literally the fucking coolest
Alina blinding the oprichniki was so hot, I can't wait to see more of her power and her ruthlessness
I know I've said it before but good god is Jessie Mei Li gorgeous
HER LITTLE SMILE AMONGST ALL THE PANIC AS SOON AS SHE SEES MAL, THE AUDACITY OF THIS SHOW TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY
THE SCORE COMING IN AT THE RIGHT MOMENT, THEIR HANDS MEETING, HER SMILE AGAIN DHDHSBSNSNSNSNAN IM IN PAIN
REALLY?! YOU'RE GONNA GO DIRECTLY FROM MALINA TO HELNIK WITH NO CONCERN FOR MY HEART?
I simply cannot get over Calahan's accent lmao it's really funny
'im not afraid of you' he says to the insanely gorgeous girl with magic
HIM HANGING HIS HEAD IN DEFEAT TO INDICATE NINA HAS MADE VALID POINTS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I CAN'T BREATHE
'You're just a man. Like all the others.' she says and then forgets her train of thought looking at him as he strips. god I love this
not sleeping all night and then scotch is not a good idea, I think
'I promise not to ravish you' 'I hate the way you talk' her hand on his chest, his hand gripping hers, my fucking heart feels like it's about to explode
good god these shooting locations and sets are so beautiful
Alina throwing the flask at Mal and Mal going 'OI!' I fucking can't, I guess I am a
simp for childhood friends to lovers, give me more of that banter and childhood friend energy, I am thriving
wow it literally seems like they took book! Mal sl*tshaming book! Alina and made show! Alina sl*tshame show! Mal, hmm, interesting
'They would have split us up!' MAL'S LITTLE SMILE AT THIS, and the 'You wrote me letters?' Mal's nod, the Malina yearning stare, the Malina hug, 'thank you for finding me' 'always. I'll always find you.' NO MALINA YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU HAVE MADE ME ABSOLUTELY FUCKING FERAL
I understand they had to split time between my ravkan babies and the crows and that is why there were several aspects that were sort of not reflected on enough but Alina's training at the Little Palace, Alina's cut, Mal's personality, a teensy bit of backstory for the crows, maybe one lockpicking scene from my boy Kaz
random note: we have far too many idols and paintings and pictures and whatnot of Hindu deities in our house apart from the specially designed temple (we are Hindus, so maybe it's not that weird but it's a little weird)
Kaz's cane is a literal star, it's so beautiful my heart wants to explode
'Why would Heleen get the Crow Club?' *literally fucking gets up and walks aways instead of answering the fucking question* I LITERALLY CAN'T BREATHE I'M LOSING MY MIND
'I know that voice' WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO MAKE ME FIGHT FOR PLATONIC SHIPS IN FANDOMS
'We won't starve' omg get you someone who packs food for you when you go on the run together hiding from your ex who wants to capture you and use your powers as a weapon against your consent
Mal looking surprised at her summoning sunlight, Alina looking cautiously at him waiting for him to disapprove or run for the hills in fear or smth like that, 'I'm sorry it took me this long to see you... But I see you now' my dumb little shipper trash heart ouch
they really said we're gonna feed you this part asian couple as the protagonists in this show in 2021 and guess what I'm eating it's really tasty I'm very satisfied as a south asian
NINA'S LITTLE SMILE WHEN MATTHIAS WAKES UP WITH HIS ARM AROUND HER
'I can feel how much you hate sleeping next to me' 👀👀👀 BITCH SAID IMMA SPILL THE TEA AND THEN SHE DID
it's 8 am and guess what I'm getting another drink my parents have c*vid and are in govt qu*r*ntine centres there is nobody to supervise or stop me
I too say 'Why do you have to say things like that?' to my pretty crush when she flirts with me
Nina smiling at Matthias bragging about his conservative ways is my aesthetic
'No, it's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall and yet, oh, there you stand.' MY FUCKING QUEEN
Matthias laughing uncontrollably at Nina saying something which isn't even that funny is a whole ass vibe
Kaz Brekker saying 'The Black General' ooh fuck yeah
YESSSS STEP OUT OF THAT CARRIAGE ALL SEXY BLACK GENERAL
isn't alcohol supposed to like kill germs? well, the amount in my system definitely will
I love my crows so much (always but this time particularly for setting that alarm in the stolen carriage)
ooh Polina recognising Inej by the knife yesss let's go writers
this Ivan Jesper showdown is all I needed from life and yet did not know about
Ivan taking off his cloak was, um, sexier than I wanted it to be
I just realised how thirsty I am going to sound in this post
'Has no one told you that keftas are Fabrikator-made and resistant to bullets, hmm?' 'Oh, I do love a challenge' LITERALLY EVERYTHING
im sorry to be pointing out flaws in a perfect show and adaptation but the line delivery on 'You robbed me of my brother, now I'll rob you of your life' from Polina was kind of weak
'You're a-' *gets knocked out with the back of a gun* LMAO we love the hints
got excited at the prospect of kaz v. zoya until I realised they will not be letting the opportunity of kaz v. darkling pass up
my goodness is Amita Suman a splendid actress
I AM NOT KIDDING WHEN I TELL YOU I SQUEALED WHEN I SAW DARKLES EMERGE OUT OF THE SHADOWS IN FRONT OF MY BABY BOY KAZ
THERE BEING ACTUAL FEAR OR ATLEAST DOUBT ON KAZ'S FACE, THE LITTLE BACK STEPS AS
THE DARKLING WALKS TOWARDS HIM, AAAAH I CAN'T
THE DARKLING STOPPING AT KAZ SAYING 'SHE FLED ON HER OWN' AND THE HINT OF TEARS THAT WE SEE IN HIS EYES
'IT WAS PRETTY CLEAR SHE WASN'T INTERESTED IN BEING A CAPTIVE ANYMORE' YOU TELL HIM, KING
*ACTUAL FUCKING TEARS IN THE DARKLING'S EYES AS THE SHADOWS APPROACH*
NOT ME YOWLING LIKE A HYENA THAT THIS CHILD OUTSMARTED THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN EXISTENCE WITH A FAKE MAGIC TRICK
'Are you sure you added enough cloves?' literally warranting a wide ass smile from my queen Alina making my entire fucking day
for some reason, no matter how much I push it from my mind, Ben Barnes dressed up as the Darkling, dancing to 'push it' keeps coming to mind, it's absolutely ridiculous
I got somehow distracted with interviews but good things came out of that as it gave my body the time for the booze to kick in
and I would just like to say that I love Leigh for all she has given me
Alina is so fucking compassionate, I have no much love for her. I can feel her guilt and her sorrow as Mal talks of Mikhail and Dubrov
don't particularly like how the stag plotline is woven in, could have been executed better
'You're afraid you might start to like me?' *flaps furs like a bird's wings in frustration*
'I DO like you' my fucking heart you idiots
the sexual tension is so palpable and the moment is so intimate I simply cannot
OMG SHE FUCKING FELL
that moment where you think he might let her fall despite having read the books and he doesn't and he tells her his name I- <3
YOU DARE TRANSITION FROM A HELNIK SCENE TO A KANEJ SCENE YOU REALLY HAVE NO MERCY FOR MY HEART HUH
people have talked about this endlessly but Freddie's little jaw tic after he says Inej because Inej is wounded and he can't physically bring himself to help her I fucking cannot
THE MUSIC PICKING UP AS KAZ LOOKS TO THE DARKLING'S CARRIAGE I CAN'T WITH THIS SHOW ANYMORE
and now for one of my favorite scenes in television and cinematic history, David Kostyk throwing a book at Jesper Fahey without even knowing who he is merely because he opens the door of his carriage and says hello to him before getting knocked out by Kaz Brekker while trying to run away
Immediately followed by another, the scene with David Kostyk raising his finger to put forward his point in front of the Darkling and the Darkling trying to let him know he doesn't have to before obliging is one of my favourite scenes in the world
also sir please stop being devastatingly attractive in your glorious appearance with your face and your black kefta and cloak because all that comes to mind is Ayesha Erotica's Emo Boy and I'm afraid that is terribly inappropriate.
'No, you look great.' *literally looks down from embarrassment or blushing* MALINA RIGHTS?
THE LOOK ON THE DARKLING'S FACE BEFORE HE SAYS 'NO ORDINARY TRACKER, NO ORDINARY GIRL' BITCH IM OUT OF BREATH
'ORPHANS OF KERAMZIN, REUNITED.' 'ADORABLE.' HE FUCKING SNEERED IRL I FUCKING CANNOT
GOD IT'S SO GOOD
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I'm too inactive in the nexo knights Fandom. But don't have the willpower to draw anything so I'll just start posting Jestro headcannons!
Starting off strong with angst and trauma 😀
-Jestro has faced malnourishment for how hard it was to find quality food when he was out on the streets
-You cannot look at him and say this boy doesn't have an inch of magic in him. I feel like he's got so much untapped potential, but his magic has a destructive nature, that's why he can't simply do spells that require much control. Summoning monsters without any practice or possession? Yeah he's great at it. Mayhaps necromancy is the answer to him, who knows.
- speaking of necromancy, with what story I have for him, he's always seen people that aren't even there. To others, whenever Jestro addresses emotionless people staring at him from a distance, they think he's just got a wild imagination. The aura of those people that only he can see however is in no way welcoming so he never dared to approach them. He learned to ignore it when he grew, but lol turns out he just sees spirits that still haven't moved on
-the most luscious hair. He's got absolutely beautiful locks. If he took care of them that is. I imagine his hair being black, lightly curly and long, but the knots.... Better to just cut them out than try to brush them at this point. He never put much care into it-
-Rumors have it, he's just a hyena in a trench coat since his laugh is both human and oddly not enough human at times. Mmm freaky laughs
-Another personal hc, yes...he i s that pale though I enjoy the body paint idea too. I have decided that because I gave his father (some tired necromancer) terribly pale skin. And that's just one of the traits that don't make him fully human
-Lance once tried to help him have a little makeover and spent half an hour trying to wipe Jestro's face before Jestro caught on and had to inform him that his pale skin wasn't face paint
-lack of absolutely anything a growing child should have also added to the pale skin thing.
-the older he grows, the more prominent his odd features became (longer ears, palers skin, sharper eyes, lightly more animalistic teeth)
-speaking of which, Monstrox' possession also left some permanent features for him (mostly scars like ones from lightning, eyes that seem to have a certain glow in the dark, some marks that can remind birth marks)
-absolute sweet tooth, Axl had to put him on a healthier diet and thanks to his good cooking, Jestro actually eats whatever Axl makes him
-whenever someone he's with is feeling down. Jestro makes them hot chocolate and sits with them, letting them vent out since he phases out half way through so they don't have to worry about Jestro accidentally spilling something or thinking about them differently. He does at times take mental notes of specific things
-He much more blabbers about others via writing than speaking
-Jestro and Aaron were known as the prank mazterz though Jestro was the one to get in trouble more than Aaron. Luckily Aaron would never leave them hanging. They're also the short duo, but Jestro ever so slightly outgrew Aaron
-Jestro and Clay have a special book in Merlok's library which is labeled as "Jestro's and Clay's heroic adventures" where they as kids would write out the adventures they had together and also stick some type of memento to the pages, if they're too thick for the page, they have an empty box like section to the book to add them.
-it's full of drawings and doodles
-after the first attack in the library, Clay took the book under his care in fear of losing it
-speaking of Clay. After season 2, he would get very anxious if Jestro went off without anyone knowing, but it passed. After season 4, whenever he or people he knows don't know Jestro's whereabouts or he doesn't come back for a bit, he gets bad anxiety, but doesn't usually go off to look for him in fear of invading too much personal space. He does message Jestro pretty often though to see how they're doing and offers them rides
-Jestro and Clay have a shared happy space which is a flower hill
-Jestro is worryingly good at puppy dog eyes and changing other people's decisions when he wants to. Usually uses it against Clay since it's the easiest with them. Though not to worry, he does it for good things, like convincing Clay to take a day off. The other knights sometimes ask Jestro to do it so they could relax a bit too
-He and Lance occasionally have make over nights, usually when the two have a hard time resting or just have had a bad day. It's relaxing.
-Macy is the closest thing to a sister he has since he's been around her often as a royal Jester
-Jestro has got some bad insomnia and sometimes nightmares so the knights catch him at 5 am drinking black coffee with a sickening amount of sugar since that's the only way he can handle it.
-Since Clay has a hard time sleeping too, the two spend a lot of time together at nights. Usually just Jestro keeping Clay company while they do some chores or train
-Even if it seems like Jestro has a bond with every knight, things were often times very tense between him and them. They're close, but still weary
-speaking of relationships being rocky, the most noticeable change of relationship was between Jestro and Clay after season 4. These two barely spoke or could hold conversations. Their friendship had grown apart and the guilt Jestro felt for turning Clay into a stone monster was painfully strong. Same goes with Clay and when he genuinely tried to k*ll Jestro that one time in season 4.
-Jestro's memory of the things that happened during his second possession is quite poor since he was struck in the head a few times and that majorly affected things. It's also one of the reasons he was a bit weary of the knights since he couldn't remember which one was almost responsible for his end, just knew it was one of them.
-He occasionally twitches from the electrical charge his body still partially posseses. Not a lot though since he got rid of most of the charge when he tried to escape the kingdom once
If you want more, I definitely have plenty Jestro hcs so be sure to comment that!!!
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horrorslashergirl · 3 years
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Hunter meeting Hunter
A Xaviera Lah-Mo and Andrei Kulokova Story Chapter 2
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Authors Note: Here is part 2 of this exciting, thrilling story with Xaviera and Andrei! It’s so much fun writing these two. This is more from Xaviera’s perspective. God, I love these two.
Chapter 1 HERE
Xaviera Lah-Mo belongs to me
Andrei Kulokova belongs to @the-slasher-files​
Warnings: Some tension and a glimpse of Xaviera’s past
Words: 2.1k
The snow was starting to fall from the clouded sky harder, wind getting more aggressive; typical Himalayan winter, something that didn't surprise Xaviera as she gazed out the window of the cottage at the scenario outside, waiting for the stew in the two bowls she prepared to cool down a little, the smell of food relaxing her.
She huffed, wondering what she should do with the mysterious man upstairs. She was so used to traveling alone that the presence of someone made her anxious and stay on her toes for anything to happen, especially seeing how this man wasn't a usual one, her icy blue eyes drifting from the window to his weapons.
After five minutes, she got up from the chair, taking the tray of food, and marching upstairs to the bedroom, opening the door to see the brown-haired man smoke, gazing out the window at the snow falling down.
Without saying anything, she set the tray of food on the nightstand, taking her own portion and sitting into the old armchair next to the bed. He eyed curiously and suspiciously, taking the bowl and setting it in his lap.
"It's not poisonous if that's what you're wondering. If I wanted you dead I would have left you to the wild animals in the snow." she stated, taking a spoonful of her own stew.
He snorted at her words, taking a generous spoonful of the stew, his eyes closed, savoring in the taste and warmness of the dish.
"I've been through worse, myshka." he told her with a smirk.
Xaviera didn't say anything else, a tranquil silence falling on both of them as they eat. After she finished eating, she set her empty bowl on the nightstand, then gazed at him, many questions filled her head.
"Are you going to tell me now who you are and don't play that stubborn game of telling me a false name, Andrei Kulokova. It's not that hard to read your dog tags." she broke the silence, his own ice blue eyes widened a little at her words; that she knew who he was.
His surprised expression quickly changed into a hard glare, the hard cold walls surrounding him like some sort of protection.
"If you know my name is only fair to know yours." he told her, voice rough and with a certain predatory curiosity, like a wild animal wanting to acknowledge the other predator's identity.
"Xaviera Lah-Mo." she simply answered, making herself comfortable on the armchair, her eyes moving to his bandaged ankle, only for him to finish the food and starting to try to get up from the bed.
She gently pushed her hand on his chest to stop him from trying to get up, his eyes like a dangerous wolf ready to strike, but she kept her braveness, not breaking eye contact, macing his glare with her strict one.
"Your ankle is twisted, you need to rest." she firmly told him, who raised a scarred eyebrow at her words.
"What is it your business if I twist my neck?" the Russian man asked her, placing a big, rough hand on her arm gently, a silent warning for her not to pull a stupid stunt.
"I know you care too much for me, but try not fall in love." he whispered, a smug smirk tugging at his lips, K9's on display, but she only scowled at his arrogance, rolling her blue eyes at his attempt at flirting.
"Don't get all high and mighty. I don't want to drag your stubborn self upstair....again." she explained, his hand on her arm, burning her skin through the sweater she was wearing.
"And don't make me kick your ass out. There's a blizzard outside and there are worse killers that I'm sure will love an injured prey." she hissed, tugging at her arm from his hold, without a good result.
The Russian laughs; sadistic and twisted amusement in his wolfish eyes, his face inching towards her own; the two looking like two deadly wild animals ready to clash in a ball of claws and sharp teeth, the fight for dominance evident between the small woman and behemoth of a man.
"So much fire in such a little frame, darling..." he mused, lightening up his cigarette, blowing smoke in her face, making her venomous eyes intensify.
"I like that."
His grip on her arms tightens, it was loose enough that Xaviera could escape but also tight enough that she had to put on a little fight to escape the grips of the big bad wolf.
He was asserting the dominance here, reminding her of a male wolf in the prime of life, hot-blooded against a smaller one. It was a silent assertion.
'I am the big bad one, little one.' That's what it screamed.
Xaviera dismissed his comment, feeling her cheeks heat up involuntarily, something that happened to her in years.
"You know...Some of the deadliest animals are very small." she whispers, face pulled into a frown, just like a feline is ready to hiss in a warning.
Yes, size was important in the animal kingdom. Xaviera remembers during one trip in India when she was studying the King Cobra; a small animal in comparison with a tiger, but the snake packed enough neurotoxin to kill an elephant with a single bite.
"Don't make me scratch your eyes out." the white-haired woman warns him, tugging on her arm from his hold, without success.
The cigarette from between his lips hangs lazily, while he smirks her way.
"Come and try it, little kitten." he challenges her, only for Xaviera to blush at the use of the pet name on her, gulping down nervously, a weird feeling settling in her chest like something was crawling from the deepness of her ribcage. Despite that feeling, she kept a defensive demeanor.
"I'm not little." she hisses.
Andrei raises an eyebrow at her attempt to be threatening.\
"Have you looked in mirror?" he asks, pulling her closer, his body language telling her that he was deep in thought.
"Your neck will be so small under my hand as I squeeze...your trashing will be like nothing to me, little kitten." he spoke lowly with an animalistic growl that made Xaviera shiver, despite her facade at putting a feral face that made the Russian smirk.
Xaviera was the most sensitive at her neck, next to her ears and the prospect of him touching her there, made alarm bells ring in her head like a nuclear reactor ready to blow.
"If you touch my neck I am gonna castrate you, doggie." she hissed under her breath, brows pulled into a frown and her eyes looking directly into his.
She knew that if she broke the eye-contact that would be a sign of weakness on her part.
The man snarls only mere inches away from her face, one of his larger and rough hands moves to run along her thigh and she had to use all her power to control her breathing, trying not to show weakness or hesitation.
"Oh, you would love to get that close to me, wouldn't you....that intimate." he spoke, the air in the room turning from dangerous to sexual, the hand on her arm moving up to run the back of it along her cheek.
"You don't have to ask, baby girl, you know where to find me." with that said from his part, he removes his hands with a little shove and grabs the tea from the tray on the nightstand, taking a long sip while he held eye-contact with her.
Xaviera was taken back by his obscenity, never had she meet a man who spoke so directly at her in such lewd ways; probably because all the men she encountered were either too scared to addresses her, because of her ice-cold demeanor.
She snorts, pulling on a face of disgust.
"Keep dreaming, asshole. One more of that and I am gonna kick your butt in the snow." she warned him with her trademark icy glare.
Andrei holds the cup of tea in his lap and scoffs at her threat.
"Baby, I'm from Russia, the snow and cold is no bother to me." he tells her with a cocky smirk.
"You're infuriating." she tells him, stalking out of the bedroom and walking downstairs, leaving him alone.
After that, she went back on her research; she couldn't wait to kill the group of poachers that she had stalked for so long, mostly because their target was the rare snow leopard and just the idea of them killing the beautiful and gracious animal for the majestic fur made her see red and almost break a compass in her hand.
She needed to focus and that unnerving Russian was driving her nuts. Gazing out the window, the time passed so fast that it was starting to get dark outside, the night slowly falling in. Might as well rest herself during this blizzard, because she will need all the power for the upcoming hunt.
Her eyes looked to the stairs and she scoffed; no way was she going to sleep next to that male that she wanted to scratch his eyes out. She moved towards the fireplace, laying down on the fluffy blanket in front, the flames warming her up and making her eyelids feel as heavy as her sniper rifle.
Before she knew it she was fast asleep.
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She was running, that's all she could do, hearing the loud hitting of numerous paws hitting the dry ground. Her ears perked up as the sounds of laughing growling meet her, basically feeling how the sharp canines will tear her flesh to the bone.
No weapons, no defense. Xaviera was scared and she felt like death was chasing her in the form of a pack of hyenas; the only animal she was anxious to be around, mostly because it reminded her so much of her parents dead.
No, not the animal killed their parents, the poachers did and the feliform carnivoran mammals just clean up the mess. A 14-year-old being forced to watch how her mother was devoured by the feral animals. How the hyenas tore the flesh of her mother's face-off, ripping her limbs apart.
She couldn't run and before she knew it she was on the ground, mouths of sharp teeth surrounding her, snarling and mocking her.
She wanted to wake up!
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She jolted up with a scream, moving to get away from anything until her back meets a corner; she was hyperventilating, scanning her surroundings.
She was back in the cottage, in the bedroom, but she remembers that she fell asleep in front of the fireplace. Her gaze moved from the bed to the other side of the bedroom, seeing the Russian in a defensive position, one hunting knife in hand, the blade shining from the moonlight that peeks from the window.
Seeing that there was no danger, just the two of them in the silence of the night. He lowered his knives down, bending down and just looking at her.
She took as much air in her lungs as she could, controlling her breathing and uneasiness, reminding herself that it was only a nightmare and there is no danger, nothing to harm her in....that way.
Still, the gruesome images of her mother made her muscles tense, like a feline ready to pounce if she was threatened.
Xaviera was pulled from her dark thoughts by the slight shushing and cooing voice of Andrei, as he took careful steps towards her, her hands ready to strike if she had to, but he just stopped in front of her, not showing any sign that he will hurt or kill her.
Without realizing it, she leaned her forehead against his chest; she was so small compared to him and he could easily twist her neck if he so desired, especially in her vulnerable state.
That thought made her pull away from him slowly, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
"It was nothing." she told him in a quiet voice, exiting the bedroom and going downstairs, not having it in her to be around anyone at this moment.
The vulnerability was dangerous; she saw many times how that could cost someone's life. Animals showed no mercy when they got their prey in their claws or jaws....and so were humans, but humans were greedier, their avarice destroying everything.
Xaviera sometimes wondered if she was human because she felt more in connection with the wildness and animals.
Life thought her that is either you're the predator or the prey and she sure as hell wasn't going to be the second option. Still, she wondered why she saved the predator upstairs.
Maybe, because like her, he was more animal than human, and her soft spot for feral creatures kicked in?
She sighed as she gazed out the window outside, still night and snowing and she could feel as she gazed at the Himalayan mountains the spirit of the snow leopard, remembering that she was strong and deadly, killing so many people, just like a predator.
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kurogue-nine · 3 years
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Hiya!
I am a writer so to no one's surprise I quite enjoy writing as a pastime. My preferred genres are fantasy and science fiction, as for what kind of writing vibe I have, I tend to be quite dramatic with an occasional sprinkling of comedy. I do enjoy writing romance as well as sad heartbreaking scenes. Of course, love reading and it amazes me how stories have such an impact on people. Feel free to recommend me stories of your own or someone else's! If you want constructive criticism and feedback on your writing I am happy to help. 💜
I am a film major at a university, studying screenwriting. But I do rarely sit down and watch films if I'll be honest. Ask for my opinion on a film at your own risk, you have been warned!
I sometimes play video games but not quite as often as I used to. I love what the medium has to offer from a narrative perspective and it's also very relaxing and fun.
Photography is something I enjoy quite a bit that I stumbled upon haphazardly. I tend to take dark and thoughtful photos that are heavily edited. I don't have them posted anywhere because of thievery.
Comfort characters:
Noctis Lucis Caelum
Gladiolus Amicitia
Sirius Orion Black
Aleksander 'The Darkling' Morozova
Favorites & likes:
Numbers - 7, 9, 17, 117
Colour - Purple, Gray, Navy Blue
Weather - Thunderstorms, Rain
Season - Autumn
Animals - Cats, Hyenas, Owls, Foxes
Time of day - Nighttime
Day of the week - Wednesday
month - September
Sport - Badminton
Fruit - Green apples, strawberries, peaches
Drink - Water, Milk
Flower - Orchid, lilac, wisteria
eye color - brown, gray
instrument - Guitar, Piano, Violin
Dislikes:
Tomatoes
Bananas
Porridge
Snakes
Red, Pink
Crowds
Season - Summer
Weather - Warm
Time of day - Midday, Afternoon
Fear - Deep Dark Waters
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morgana-ren · 4 years
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Im. I love you? Your answer to that ask is beautiful, also I forgot about the other meaning for weed for a moment and got confused like, 'is morgana-ren a stoner? Beefy weed muscles???' and now i cant help but imagine stoned Shiggy. Specifically him forcefully shotgunning his captive because hes bored and if hes getting stoned she might as well too. Laughing at her when she gets spacey. This is a fun train of thought lol, thanks for inspiring it
I am a ridiculous and incoherent person. My first instinct is to literally reply with complete gibberish to most things. Shaming me has absolutely Z E R O effect because I have no shame. I’m a ridonkulous person. Last time I got high, I just laid in bed singing “Secret tunnel, secret tunnel” for like 3 hours.
To be fair, I would also do that completely buttfuck sober.
Gods I wish I had a gif of Shig smonkin some donk wods, but since I don’t, you’ll have to settle for me writing it.
PSA after the fact: I AM SO SORRY IT GOT A LIL CREEPY BUT TO BE FAIR, IT’S ME AND IF YOU SENDIN ME SHIT YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO BE REAL FECKIN’ SPECIFIC OR ELSE I’M GUNNA MAKE IT CREEPY also weed hits me way different than it does most folks so it’s really hard for me to be able to accurately describe how it might be to anyone else. SO imagine this is supervillain quirky weed he has special made to calm his...uh,.. never ending rage. also it’s ridiculously longer than I planned. cause I get carried away. anyway love you!
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His room is dank and smells like mold and must.
Tight metal bindings cut into your wrists, leaving you raw with crusted blood despite the fact you stopped fighting days ago. Your tailbone feels bruised from constantly shifting on his worn down carpet, your legs prickling and aching from inactivity.
He’s kept you bound here for a while, handcuffs looped through the foot of his bed. You’re not entirely sure how long, since his ratty blackout curtains make it hard to see daylight. He’s got them taped down, blocking out all but the tiniest slivers of light. Like most of his life, his room exists in total darkness.
Time has little meaning here.
He doesn’t leave you alone often, only really exiting the room to bring you food which you refuse to eat. Most of it has been kicked into the corner, the soft buzz of fruit flies accumulating more and more by the day. It frustrates him, but he’s keen on reminding you that he’s patient. You’ll relent eventually.
Truth be told, your willpower is starting to give. Your body is stiff and sore, head perpetually aching from crying. His moods are like whiplash, one second crooning to you how special you are to him, the next backhanding you and calling you a stubborn bitch. You don’t know what he wants from you. If the fates were merciful, he’d get it over with and just kill you.
Ending your life doesn’t seem like it’s high on his list of priorities.
He’s facing away from you now, tinkering with something on his desk by the light of his various computer monitors. You can’t make out what it is, only that he’s been at it for the past ten minutes. Grateful as you are for his lack of attention, it always makes you nervous when he gets preoccupied. It usually means he’s working on some new and exciting way to break you.
You take comfort in the momentary peace, some temporary reprieve from the invasive leer of those horrid crimson eyes scanning over you in the darkness. Whatever he’s doing, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Only steel yourself against what he gives you when he’s finished.
He reaches into his desk, pulling out a plastic bag of something you can’t make out. All you know is when you hear the ziplock open, a strange scent floods the room. It smells vaguely familiar, but between your fucked up headspace and even worse situation, you can’t really bring yourself to care.
Leaning against the little metal bed leg you’re imprisoned against, you realize just how heavy your eyes are as you rest the back of your head on his threadbare mattress. Fighting off oncoming waves of pulsing anxiety takes most of your energy reserve, and bouts of sleep tend to come few and far between when you’re sleeping in the den of a predator.You’re so tired, so worn down, and you don’t know what else he could do to you that he hasn’t already done or planning to do. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t considered saying that to him, but you feel like tempting the universe or him isn’t a great idea right now. Either way, your eyelashes feel like weights dragging you under into the sea of sleep.
You’re almost there when his chair squeaks and you jolt awake, that overwhelming sense of dread coming over you. Your instincts blare and somehow you just know his eyes are on you again, waiting for you to acknowledge him. He wants your attention, and he expects you to give it.
Dragging your exhausted lids open when you know you’ll have to see that terrifying man is a burden you haven’t grown accustomed to having quite yet, but it’s one you bear anyway. Besides, you know that if he thinks you’re ignoring him, he has no problem forcing you to look at him. It’s easier to just give him what he wants. He hurts you less that way.
So you do, and just like you expected, he’s simpering down at you, holding something you can’t make out in his hands. Gulping comes on impulse; he looks far too pleased and that never bodes well for you.
“Do you know what this is?”
He holds it out and it takes you a second to make it out in the dark, but you know that basic shape.
“I-is that a pipe?”
“At least you know that much.” He gives you a cheeky lip quirk, making heat rise in your cheeks. Palming it in one hand, he uses the other to fish in his pocket, one finger carefully pulled outside the kangaroo pouch of his jacket. Following his movements, your brows furrow and curiosity almost wills you to speak. The words stall in your mouth, however, when you see him pull a cheap lighter out between two fingers.
He flicks it a few times with his thumb, sparking the light and sending small cinders dancing across the his lap. After a few tries, it finally holds. The light across his face only makes him seem all the more sinister, exacerbating the shadows that reside in the craggy, marred flesh of his cheeks. The flame dances in his pupils and the orange tinged shine glimmers off the edges of his weirdly perfect, jagged teeth. It’s extremely unsettling.
He lets the flame die, picking his pipe back up and tapping it on the desk once or twice.
“I don’t do this often. I usually prefer to keep a clear head.” He lazily arches back in his chair, inhaling the dank stench of the sticky green plant packed in his pipe before returning his gaze to you. “But in some cases, I find it can help you relax.”
Bringing the pipe to his face, he wraps his chapped lips around the bit and sparks the lighter again. You watch as the flame is sucked toward the bowl, igniting the contents and bringing them to a dull simmer.Thumb twitching on the carb and pinkie pulled away, he inhales, letting his head lull back on the seat of his chair. After a few seconds and a suppressed cough or two, he leans forward and exhales, sending a splay of thick, billowing smoke directly into your face.
You turn your head, watery eyes clinging shut, but it’s not enough to keep the acrid stench from clogging through your sinuses. It constricts your throat, compelling an instinctive cough from deep in your chest. Whatever it is he’s smoking, it’s strong.
His high pitched laugh echoes off the barren walls of his room as you scrunch your nose and try to disperse the smoke pooled in your face. When the air finally clears, he’s leaning toward you, arms resting on his knees with the pipe in one hand and his lighter in the other. The little embers still burn beneath the lip of the bowl, little grey spirals rising up from the still burning plant clusters.
He holds it out to you (as if you could take it with your hands restrained behind your back), hyena-grinning as you scowl up towards him.
“You should try a little. It might make you a little more-” Pausing, he pretends to be in thought. More mockery, you really wish you were desensitized to it by now. “-friendly.”
“I would have been friendly if you hadn’t kidnapped me like some sort of psychopath!”
He rolls his eyes at your outburst, languidly pushing himself off of his dilapidated computer chair and crouching down next to you instead. You know better than to kick at him, he won’t hesitate to break your legs to keep you in line. All you can do is stare at him nervously as he shakes his shaggy pale hair out over his forehead, still sporting that unnerving expression. His scarlet eyes burn arguably brighter than fire from the pipe, and exponentially more threatening.
He moves a little closer into your space, bringing the piece back up to his lips and lighting it up once again. He takes a deep inhale this time, even deeper than the first. Chest puffed and breath held, his lanky arm reaches out back behind him places the still-burning pipe back on the desk, gaze never leaving yours.You figure he’s going to blow it in your face again, either to be annoying or to try and give you some sort of shitty second rate high to make you more malleable.
It’s obnoxious, but not even close to the worst thing he’s done to you.
Yet, his cold, dry fingers grab at your jaw, forcing you to keep your attention on him. A chipped nail from his thumb prods at your lower lip and you realize he wants you to open your mouth. You could tell him to go fuck himself, but that only gives him what he wants, if only for a moment. Instead, you choose to glower at him.
If looks could kill, he would probably keel over, but unfortunately you live in a world where he has the upper hand. He squints at you, something you know would be equally as furious as your own grimace if his features had the freedom to express it. The fingers on your chin clamp down, digging into your soft skin in a bruising grip. The more you defy him, the more he punishes you, and his large hands have more than the power they need to cause you pain.
Eventually you feel your jaw start to crack. You try to hold out, try to stay your ground, but it becomes too much. Between his brutal strength and your already weakened condition, it’s no use fighting him on something he really wants.
You open your mouth, if only to cry in pain, and he immediately crashes his lips against yours.Teeth clack as you try to shake him off, but it’s too late. He’s breathing his air into your lungs, caustic mixture of the taste of the weed and the bitter scent of his breath swirling deep inside you. You try to heave it back at him, but the damage is done. Smoke barely seeps from the tiny cracks he allows between your faces, and your need to breathe is stronger than your ability to fight, so eventually, you relent.
You gulp the air he gives you down, just wanting him to get the fuck away from you. You can feel his lips quirk in a smile as you fight the urge to spit up from the foul scent of his exhale, ripped and bloodied lips scratching against yours. Eventually when he does pull away from you, you go into a hysterical coughing fit and between your bouts, you can hear him cackle.
You finally manage to calm yourself, but whatever it is he’s made you inhale, it’s strong. Stronger than anything you’re used to. Even second hand, your head is already humming, and you can feel your chest tighten against your will.
“You feel it, don’t you?” High pitched giggling and a weirdly gentle brush of a hand across your buzzing, swollen cheek. You go to swat him off, hissing in pain when the metal edge round holding you back cuts into an already existing cut. “Soon you won’t have any fight left in you at all.”
He leaves you alone for a minute, door clicking behind him. You catch your breath in his absence, eyes scanning your surroundings. You look for something, anything he has left within your reach that you can use to escape. It’s what you do during the exceedingly brief moments he’s not around, and so far, it hasn’t yielded any results, but you refuse to give up.
The curtains likely mean that there’s presumably a window behind there. If you can just get free, you might be able to jump out. Problem is you’re stuck with your hands restrained behind you on a metal bed post. It doesn’t matter how much you kick and scream, no one ever comes, so it’s probably safe to say whoever is below or above you doesn’t give a shit. You need to get out of these cuffs.
He smokes, at least occasionally. He’s probably got a bobby pin around here for scraping. If he’s anything like your mates, they probably litter the floor. To be fair, even if you get one, you don’t really know what to do with it. You could try your hand at lockpicking?
Heh. Hand. Get it? Cause all those hands?
Focus.
The biggest problem right now is the handcuffs. Technically, you could get out of them, but you’d have to disjoint your fingers to do it, which takes away from your already pathetic chances at escaping. It hurts to move your wrists, let alone yank on them. Why the fuck did this asshole have handcuffs anyway? Unless he’s doing some kinky shit in his down time. You wouldn’t put it past him, he’s obviously a weird guy. He seems like the type to be into some dirty stuff. You don’t know who with, but there’s probably villain fuckers out there he could find and take advantage of. Gross.
You audibly laugh.That’s funny.That’s really funny. You don’t know why, but the thought makes you giggle uncontrollably. Your mind refuses to stay on track.
Fucking focus!
Somewhere far away, you hear the door open and his heavy footsteps off to the side of you. Too late. You’re still laughing.
“Hey Shigaraki-”
He’s leaning down next to you, fucking with something behind you. Your hands. He’s messing around your hands. He’s cold. Why are his hands always so goddamn cold? Is that why he’s a villain? Cold hands? That would make you a villain too.
Your head feels several sizes too big, and you can’t help but think about how he smells like dust. Everything feels slow. You can feel your heart pumping. You can hear it too.
“-You should like, just let me go.That would be kinda cool. My hands hurt.”
You don’t notice they aren’t even cuffed anymore, or that he’s scooping you up in his arms and gently placing you on his bed.
“Don’t try to fight, now. You need a tolerance to before it’ll feel normal. You’ll only hurt yourself, and that would be such a shame.”
You can tell he’s mocking you again, but you just chortle because the words are processing like a slurry. The back of your head feels so soft. It’s definitely not the awful metal he’s made you crick your neck on the past little while. He’s touching your arms and it tickles. Flashes of his face play in your mind a little slower than they’re probably actually happening. It’s terrifying, but the fear doesn’t register. You wanna touch his face. You bet it feels funny.
You can hear the click of handcuffs again, and you know he’s cuffed you once again (so rude), just somewhere new now. Your fingers grip and you feel metal bars. A bed frame. Again. Uuugh. You kick your feet a little and they bounce off the mattress. Bouncy.
There’s a weight shift near your feet, and before you can really understand what’s happening, he’s on top of you, face hovering less than an inch above yours. Your cheeks are burning as his flaxen hair tickles and curtains you, and no matter how hard you want to, you can’t stop staring at his eyes. They’re so fucking intense you swear they scorch you. Like an abyss, you feel yourself being swallowed inside them as they stare long into you. Hate. Rage. So much embodied negativity you can practically feel it. Panic blooms in your chest but your body is reacting too slow. All you can do is squirm.
“Shh-” He’s caged your head in his arms, and his breath is glossing your cheek, just as sour as before but somehow you know what’s about to happen is much worse than forcefully smoking you out. “This’ll be much better for you if you relax and give in. Who knows? You could even enjoy it.”
He grinds his clothed pelvis into yours, and while somewhere inside your head, sirens are blaring, all your body can process is pressure against your most sensitive area. You whine, and he takes the opportunity to press his lips to yours again. Your mouth is slack and moist, so it’s nice and easy for him to slide his slimy, disgusting tongue down your throat. With your brain short circuiting from both shock and whatever he’s made you consume, your body doesn’t have enough control over its facilities to fight back.
He kisses you long and hard, if you can call whatever he’s doing to you kissing. It’s more like he’s trying to devour you. Sloppy, wet, and possessive, like he’s trying to choke you with his essence. It could have been a minute. It could have been hours. You don’t know.
When he does finally pull away, you can feel your stomach lurch as he laps at the string of spit that connects you to him, but you only blink your eyes wearily despite your extreme bodily reaction. You feel sleepy, or more accurately, your eyelids feel kinda heavy. Really heavy. Something visceral is telling you to stay awake, to keep fighting, but you just can’t. You can hear yourself speak but you don’t even know what you’re saying. You don’t remember.
“You’re cute like this, all spacey and stupid.” He flicks your forehead and your eyes flicker back open, but only briefly. “I guess it hit you kinda hard, huh? Sorry about that. I should have warned you. It must’ve slipped my mind.”
He presses his mouth to yours again, a little softer this time. You’re almost out at this point, everything feels so heavy. So sluggish. You barely feel his long, thin fingers glide slowly up your shirt.
“I think you could come to like it here with me if you stop being stubborn. But that’s okay. I forgive you. Like I told you before. I’m patient. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
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hotel-japanifornia · 4 years
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Saving Mia Fey
Summary: Mia Fey has been cornered by the man who ruined her mother's life. She is about to be killed when an unexpected visitor shows up and saves her life.
(can be found on ffn and ao3)
Mia Fey’s eyes were filled with terror. She stepped back towards the windowsill and gripped it firmly, her palms turning white. Her gaze was fixated on something in front of her.
Then, a purple-haired man with a gaudy suit approached Mia. His body was illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window. The man wore a menacing grin on his face, and he was holding “The Thinker”. His eyes gleamed in delight as he took in the sight in front of him.
“I’m afraid I must ask for one last thing, Ms. Fey.” He spoke ominously, his voice dripping with venom. He leaned towards the lawyer, which caused her to lean against the glass.
“Your eternal silence! Farewell, Ms. Fey.” He lifted the statue above his head and prepared to strike. Mia crossed her arms over her face in an attempt to defend herself.
But then…
*SPLASH* “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Mia cautiously lowered her arms to see that her would-be-killer was drenched in some sort of liquid. Whatever it was, it caused his face to contort in pain as he cursed under his breath. She glanced to her right and saw that in his shock, he dropped “The Thinker” on the ground. The lawyer picked it up with great haste and held it in her hands as she carefully watched the purple-haired man.
After a few moments, Redd’s facial expression turned blank. Mia held the Thinker statue close to her body, afraid that he might try to attack again. She didn’t want to have to resort to drastic measures unless it were to defend her life. Much to her surprise however, Redd’s teeth gritted together in anger before he whipped around.
“Who goes there?!” He barked. The only response was a low chuckle and the sound of liquid pouring. Redd squinted in an attempt to detect where the noise was coming from, but it was to no avail.
“Who are you? What is the meaning of this?” He barked again. There was a sipping noise followed by a satisfied sigh.
“The ‘meaning’ of this is simple: you don’t mess with my Kitten.”  The disembodied voice retorted. Mia’s eyes widened in recognition. There was only one man who referred to her by that nickname.
Shouldn’t he still be asleep? While Redd was distracted, she took the opportunity to kick him in the groin. The purple-haired man keeled over as he held the area and groaned in pain, cursing the lawyer loudly and glowering at her.
“Not bad, Kitten.” The figure stepped out of the darkness and was revealed to be a man with tan skin and snow-white hair. Mia’s mouth fell agape in shock. It really was him!
“Diego…” She mouthed, though no sound came out. There was so much that the lawyer wanted to say to him, so much that she wanted to ask. However, there were more pressing matters at the moment. Diego shot her one of his trademark smirks before nodding towards the fallen man.
“I’ll hold him down, Kitten. You go call the police. We can have our little reunion later.” She nodded in affirmation before cautiously making her way to the reception area of her office.
Once she was gone, Redd got up and started stumbling after her, but he was blocked by Diego. The coffee lover’s nose was scrunched up in disgust as he glowered at the purple haired man. Silently, he pulled out another cup of coffee and sipped it. Redd looked at him frustratedly.
“Get out of my way!” He demanded. Redd tried to get around him, but Diego swerved to the right, blocking him again.
“What’s the rush? You’re not going anywhere.” Diego said in a calm voice that was bubbling with anger. Redd was taken aback by the man’s words and upon regarding his expression, stumbled back in shock
“Y-you’re not going to kill me, are you?” He asked, his voice quavering. Diego snorted in response and finished his coffee before responding.
“Scum like you aren’t worth the effort.” The coffee aficionado scoffed. Redd’s eyes went wide; it was as if he were speaking a completely different language. Frightened, he balled his hand into a fist and attempted to punch him. His blow was parried however, as his fist was caught by Diego’s free hand. The coffee drinker said nothing and tightened his grip on the man’s fist. The two men were locked in the same position until police sirens were heard from below. Redd was panicked but Diego only stood there calmly as he polished off yet another mug of coffee.
Suddenly, the door busted open and three men stepped in. There was a scruffy man with slightly spiked up hair and a green trench coat, followed by two men in police uniforms that were wielding handcuffs. The coffee lover stood back and watched as the cops handcuffed the purple haired man. As he was being dragged out of the office, Redd protested his arrest.
“Unhand me now! Do you have any awareledge of who I am?!” His voice was filled with rage. However, his protests fell on deaf ears as the police officers lead him out of the building.
Soon after, Mia rushed back into the office. On the surface, the lawyer seemed as calm and collected as ever. But Diego could tell from the look in her eyes that she was incredibly grateful, as well as relieved. The lawyer cleared her throat before speaking
“I’m glad to see that you’re alright, Diego.” Mia noted, trying to sound professional. Her words were stiff, but her voice carried an underlying warmth. She proceeded to spread her arms open and smiled warmly as if inviting him in for a hug. Diego chugged down yet another mug of coffee before accepting it and the two embraced each other for what felt like hours. Mia’s arms were warm and comforting, Diego had forgotten how much he missed this. Then, Diego heard the noise of sniffling.
He loosened his hold a little and looked to see that Mia was crying. Diego thought about reminding Mia of the words he imparted to her after her first trial but decided against it. Instead, he glared at nothing in particular as he thought of that awful purple haired man. That bastard, how dare he try to take her away! Internally, he seethed in anger but externally, he stroked Mia’s back comfortingly.
Eventually, the sniffles stopped, and Mia gazed up at him tearfully. She was smiling and wiped a tear from her eye
“I’m grateful for what you did back there.” Her voice was cracked. He smirked cockily and released one of his arms in order to polish off another cup of coffee.  
“The pleasure’s mine, Kitten. I only needed the help of my loyal friend, Blend No. 42, to tame that hyena.” He said coolly, though his eyes were filled with warmth. The two stood there in comfortable silence before Mia adopted a look of curiosity.
“By the way, how did you know I was here?” She inquired. Diego gazed upward with a thoughtful expression.
“As soon as I got out of the hospital, I went back to my roots and asked my teacher for help. It was through their guidance that I was led here.” Diego divulged. Her eyebrow quirked upwards.
“What does that mean?” Diego sipped on his coffee.
“I asked Grossberg where you were.”
Suddenly, the door to the reception area creaked open. Diego’s body tensed. He was prepared to defend his Kitten from any other unwanted intruders.
“Sis?” Another disembodied voice called. Though Diego didn’t recognize the owner, Mia’s facial features softened noticeably, and she released her embrace.
“Maya!” She exclaimed, “We’re in here!” Directly after she said this, the door swung open with great ferocity and a black and purple blur sped through the office. The next thing Diego knew, the blur leapt onto Mia and wrapped their arms around her tightly. The lawyer chuckled lightly before returning the embrace. Upon closer inspection, the “blur” was a young woman with raven hair tied up into a topknot. She was also wearing a strange outfit with the same necklace Mia wore.
“Sis! I’m so happy to see you!” The young woman cried, her eyes shining with happiness and her mouth drawn into a wide grin. Mia returned the smile, though it was more subtle.
“I’m happy to see you too.” She responded. Mia gently set the young woman down on her feet and turned her head to face Diego.
“This is my sister, Maya.” Mia introduced. Maya released her tight hold on her sister before holding out her hand. Diego took it and they shook hands.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Maya said, cheerfully. Diego smiled warmly.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” He said. Afterwards, Maya walked over to her sister and stood next to her. Mia proceeded to drape an arm around her sister’s shoulder and pull her close. Diego noticed that Mia looked much more relaxed upon Maya’s arrival. In fact, it was the most relaxed he had seen her all night.
The trio stood there in peaceful silence for a few minutes. Then, the door swung open once again.
“Who is it this time?” Diego snapped.
“Hello, Chief? Are you in here?” An unknown voice replied. The figure stepped cautiously through the office. As they approached the trio, their body was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window. It was a young man with oddly styled hair and a navy blue suit.  
“Phoenix, you’re just in time!” Mia said. Phoenix’s eyes lit up as he regarded Mia and he walked up to her with a relieved smile. Phoenix caught a glimpse of Diego’s form and his eyebrow quirked in confusion.
“Chief, who is this?” He inquired.  
“This is Diego. He was…gone for a while, but he finally came back.” Mia said with a thoughtful expression. Phoenix looked suspicious but before he could pry, her was cut off by the clapping of Maya’s hands.
“Now that everyone’s here, we can go out to eat right?!” Maya chirped. Mia let out an amused chuckle and shook her head.
“Not quite,” She said before turning to Diego, “We’re going out for dinner. Would you like to join us?” Diego slurped down another mug of coffee before responding.
“So long as they serve coffee.” He stated. The four of them walked out of the office building and towards the burger joint.
Mia and Diego let the other two go ahead of them so they could have some privacy. The lawyer watched as her sister started talking to Phoenix, with a proud smile on her face. Though her protégé looked surprised by Maya’s forwardness, he didn’t show any sign of discomfort.  
“I was hoping they’d get along.” She remarked. Diego chugged down another mug of coffee.
“That sister of yours, she’s certainly an energetic one.” He commented. Mia chuckled in amusement.
“Yeah, she can certainly be a handful.”  
The two walked in silence for a few moments before Mia stopped suddenly. She turned towards him and outstretched her hand towards him. He took it, and as they got closer to the burger joint, they were still holding hands.
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brandstifter-sys · 4 years
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Hey so I choose snippet #1 (and changed the tense and named Deceit, Ethan) I hope this little 629 word ficlet is something @magpiemorality enjoys!
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"It's like I always say; flair is important!" Ethan said, holding his posture gracefully as he walked. "There's nothing quite like the impact of one's bearing upon the impression people will have of you. One, I mean. It's almost the first thing someone notices, and it can fix poor clothing or a dirty face up just like that and have you treated like royalty in no time." He snapped his fingers to demonstrate, turning around with a charming and regal smile, executing a shallow bow and flourishing his hand. "So," he continued, letting his shoulders relax. "What do you think?"
Virgil and Remus stared at him from their odd perches on the couch, Remus lounging across the back and Virgil leaning on the armrest with his legs stretched out. Then they stared at each other.
Ethan scowled when the most obnoxious, raucous laughter erupted from the pair, like twin geysers. The unsavory crescendo of villainous crackling was enough to make the deceitful side bristle, if not enough to cause him to snap.
"Man, you are such a try hard!" Virgil cackled. 
"You—you'd be lucky if anyone thought you were gentry!" Remus added between fits of unrestrained hyena impressions. 
"A pose isn't gonna crown you!" Virgil snickered. 
"Royalty? More like bourgeoisie!" Remus added and convulsed with cackles, falling off the back of the couch. 
"I am trying to teach you a lesson!" Ethan snapped, his face red from embarrassment, "About presentation!" 
"Listen, I am very aware that I look like a brooding teen who wants to be left alone. Unless I'm legitimately trying to instill fear that's how I want to look." 
"Then why did you come to my lesson!?" 
"It's the common area, E, I was here before you showed up with Remus." 
"I thought we were summoning a demon!" Remus chimed in from the floor. 
"We can still summon Princey," Virgil jeered. 
"NO!" Ethan yelped far too suddenly. He covered his mouth but the damage was done. Remus popped up behind the couch and leaned over the back, resting on his arms. The dynamic duo knew exactly what the lesson was about, and their wicked grins told all. 
"You were trying to teach yourself how to act like a snob through us!" Remus giggled. 
"All because you want to get with Sir Sing-a-lot," Virgil jeered, "and it won't even work!" 
"I don't appreciate your fear-mongering! It could work!" Ethan sneered.  
"It's not fear-mongering!" Remus laughed, "Princey has a type!" 
"Dark, brooding, and sarcastic with a mean streak," Virgil hummed and closed his eyes, "We have some romantic tension, but he's not my type." 
"What is your type?" Remus asked, looking at him curiously.
"Wild, disgusting, and energetic with facial hair," Virgil answered and peeked at him with one eye. Remus short-circuited and stared at him, almost staring through him. 
"Be yourself, have your flair, but remember that at the end of the day you are nothing more than a sleazy street salesman selling snake-oil remedies." 
"Give me more credit than that," Ethan huffed and crossed his arms, "I'm more of a sleazy banker accepting kick-backs to aid a CEO in tax evasion."
"There you go, now go charm a prince, in 5...4…" Virgil said and stretched out to lay on the couch, preparing for something bound to happen with the way Remus trembled. He counted on his fingers, lowering them in an odd fashion.
"Don't make a mess," Ethan retorted and sighed at the vibrating mess of a duke. That was one request that wasn't about to happen! 
He sank out, catching a glimpse of Virgil's middle finger and hearing a loud shriek of joy when he could no longer see the commons. As long as he didn't act like those two, he could win Roman over.
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twistedmusings · 3 years
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#22 "It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today" with a half awake leona and his very warm, pillow aka mc
A/N: The writer is currently laying out on the metaphorical floor because she feels like her writings are super weak...but I am a Leona simp before I am a depressed person so we are still writing this. 
Warnings: Soft Leona, that deserves a warning. 
Leona Kingscholar 
What a miracle that he didn’t hear Ruggie’s voice. 
Leona was used to hiding from the second year, not really wanting his nap to be interrupted by the annoying hyena and his constant demands that dealt with this school’s stupid schedule. He had already taken every single goddamn class twice, he didn’t need to attend any dumbass lectures. 
All he really wanted to do was sleep, lay himself out in the grass or on a warm bed and let the day waste away without his thoughts bothering him. 
Sleep was the only time he didn’t feel like he was the useless second born. He was just a beast enjoying a well deserved nap. 
He lets out a small growl when he hears the birds start to sing outside his window, cursing the fact that the nights in Savannaclaw had grown hotter which led him to open his window. The cool breeze had been wonderful at nighttime but the fucking birds were starting to get louder and the light was coming through the window so harshly that it was starting to wake him up--
A slide of curtains was heard as the bird flew away, a quiet whisper telling them to ‘run away’ before silence returned to the room. The furrow in his brow slowly started to relax while small busy noises made his ears twitch in curiosity. 
That certainly wasn’t Ruggie. The hyena would be opening the windows even more and would possibly bring in a whole band of Savannaclaw students to rile him into screaming at them to leave his room, effectively keeping him from going back to sleep now that he was all angry and needed to let it out. 
Yet this person not only didn’t smell like a beastkin but was doing their best to keep quiet as they moved about the room. 
“If you’re trying to steal something...” 
The movement stopped. 
“You better realize that I will rip out your throat the moment you make it to the door.” 
His tail flicks lazily as the stranger takes a moment before footsteps started getting closer and closer to the bed. A full frontal attack? What the hell did this herbivore think they were--
“Leona-senpai.” 
Oh. It’s you. 
One green eye peeks out from a tired eyelid, Leona’s cheek pressed against the pillow as he got a better look at your face. You were smiling, looking at him as if he was a newborn kitten instead of a true king. If it was anybody else he would have immediately roared at them to get away from him but he found that he didn’t necessarily mind you getting this close. 
“Ruggie-senpai said he had something to take care of so I will be in charge of you today.” you prop one elbow on his bed as Leona hums at the news, “I came in pretty early to try and give you time to wake up.”
“What time is it?” 
“Seven in the morning.” 
Leona groans as he moves his had so that it is covered by the pillow while you walk back to his desk. The warm darkness slowly lulling him back to sleep but your voice calling out to him bringing him right back. 
Damn you. 
“I made the room darker and even brought you breakfast. I used to have trouble waking up as well but I found that giving myself time to wake up was probably the bes--” 
“Herbivore.” 
“...yes?” 
“C’mere.” 
You take two steps forward to the bed. 
“Closer.” 
Two more. 
“You know what the hell I mean, get closer.” 
You giggle and kneel by the side of his bed, grinning as you prop both elbows up this time to really look at the dorm leader. 
“You know, Leona-senpai, one of these days you are going to find yourself waking up at seven and you are going to think that this isn’t so ba---AAAH!” 
Your vision tumbles as you feel a hand pull on the back of your collar, dragging you onto the bed, flipping you to the other side of the mattress and long legs effectively locking you in place as Leona wrapped himself around you. 
How the hell? It took the third year three seconds to grab you, flip you over to the cooler side of the mattress and then just wrap himself around you like a snake?!
“Let go you big overgrown kitten!! Ruggie-senpai is paying me--” 
“Liar. Ruggie would rather die than pay someone to do the work for him.” 
You huff. Bastard called your bluff. 
“Well Jack is waiting for us--!” 
“He is running with Schoenheit today.” 
“Then--” 
“One more lie and I’m biting you.” 
Your cheeks grow red as Leona’s hands wrap around your waist and pull you close.
“...” 
“Hah? No answer? Do you actually want me to do that?” 
“Please stop talking.” 
He chuckles in your ear, the sound rough and low in your ear as you feel your eyes growing heavier. Shit, you had made the atmosphere so perfect. There was no way he was going to wake up. 
You shiver as the dorm leader rubs his forehead against your shoulder, shifting around so he gets comfortable before taking a deep breath. 
“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” he mumbles against your skin, “But you really didn’t think this through...” 
“I didn’t think you were..." 
Leona smiles as he hears your defeated sigh, feeling your body relax and shift in order to get comfortable. 
“...we sleep for one hour and that’s it...” 
“Mmm. Whatever you say, herbivore.” 
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Royal Purple, Moon Silver
pretty short, but i wanted to test out this friendship
Word count: 1873
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Ever since the kids came back, Sunday Sessions were a bit…difficult to put on. Most of the queens became busy doing things after shows or in free time with their children, and those who were left didn’t see a point in going when it would only be them and the music director. So the only one who ever showed up was the pianist, and she had to be the one to explain to the fans why there were so many delays. Most of them understood, others didn’t and were angry. She was angry, too. In fact, she found herself getting mad a lot more often ever since the kids waltzed into their lives. It’s like they owned everything now!
“Oh, poor baby,” A voice crooned.
Joan whirled around in her chair as Mary walked over. The ex-princess began to massage her shoulders with her nails dug in, making Joan wince.
“What’s wrong? The loneliness getting to you again?” Mary said in the voice Joan heard Cathy talking to Mae with. Baby talk.
Joan slapped her hands away, but they grappled onto her shoulders and held tightly.
“Don’t hit me, pest,” Mary spat. She cleared her throat quickly and then chuckled when she felt Joan quaking slightly beneath her palms. She sneered. “Shaking already? You truly are pathetic.”
“What do you want now?” Joan growled.
“Oh, nothing,” Mary said. She raised a hand to caress one of Joan’s cheeks. “Just checking on the most worthless person in this building.” Her nails tickled the skin on the girl’s face as she trailed her fingers down to her neck. “Surprised you aren’t hanging, yet.”
“Get the fuck away from me.” Joan seethed, But Mary just cackled her hyena-laugh at her attempts to be fierce.
“Oh, you’re absolutely adorable! Really!” She said. “Perhaps that’s all you have going for you now. Not that anyone sees this little lamb face anymore. Everyone is caught up and me and my siblings. Nobody has time for you anymore.”
Mary stooped down and leaned in close to Joan. Her hot breath tickles the music director’s ear.
“Face it, Joan,” She whispered. “You aren’t wanted.”
“What’s going on?”
Mary and Joan both turned to see Elizabeth and Edward standing in the doorway. Elizabeth stepped in cautiously, eyeing her older sister like a bomb that was about to detonate, then slid her gaze over to Joan. Edward stood by the door, his expression unreadable.
“Something wrong is going on here.” Elizabeth said slowly.
“Yes!” Joan suddenly yelled. She didn’t know where this burst of confidence came from, but it was bubbling up from her throat and spewing from her mouth before she had time to consider her words. “There is, and I can tell you what!” She spun around to Mary, pointing. “Your sister treats me like I’m some kind of alien! Do you know what kind of things she says to me?”
“Joan,” Mary warned. “Hold your tongue.”
“I will not!” Joan cried. She turned back to Elizabeth, eyes pleading. “Please! You have to tell your mums! They’ll never believe me, but if you could vouch for my claim—” She stepped forward and extended her hands to clasp Elizabeth’s, but was instead slapped so hard she fell backwards. Shocked, she froze on the floor, staring up at Elizabeth, who was shaking her hand in the air.
“Ow,” She muttered. “That kinda stung. Yikes.”
Joan’s cheek burned- Elizabeth had no idea how badly her hit really hurt.
“You’ll get used to it,” Mary said, gliding over to her sister’s side.
“Really?” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “What, do you get callouses or something?”
“No, you just learn to focus on the pain you inflict than the recoil of the action.”
“Huh.” Elizabeth looked back down at her palm. “Interesting.”
“Y—” Elizabeth and Mary’s heads snap down to the girl on the floor. “You were in on it?”
“In on what?” Elizabeth echoed. “This wasn’t some grand scheme, Joan. It was a little joke. But yes, I was. And it was great! You should have seen your face!”
Joan’s cheeks turned dark red, but the area where she had been struck remained a deep shade of vermillion. She looked past the sisters to Edward, who was shifting on his feet and giving her a pitiful frown.
“But why?” Joan said. “You’re- you’re not like her. You’re good!”
“She’s ‘good’?” Mary chortled. She stalked up to Joan and stomped on her ribs with her boots. “And, what? I’m not?”
“You killed people!” Joan hissed and then keened in pain when Mary’s heel dug against her chest.
“She’s my sister,” Elizabeth interjected. Her voice is gentler than Mary’s, but it’s obvious she was irritated from the glint in her eyes and the way her arms were firmly crossed over her chest. “Of course I’m going to side with her.”
“Side with her on what?!” Joan spluttered. “Her hatred for me? It’s not a fight, it’s just some grudge this sociopath can’t let go of! You don’t have to get involved!”
“Don’t call her a sociopath.” Elizabeth growled, advancing on Joan.
“Well, she is,” Joan said. “And you’re no better by supporting her.”
Mary stomped on Joan’s chest again and this time there was a very distinct crack. Joan yowled loudly.
“Alright!” Edward suddenly spoke up. He hurried away and pushed his sisters away from Joan. “That’s enough!” Then, with a calmer voice, “She’s had enough.”
Elizabeth wrinkled her nose at her brother. Mary looked annoyed that she didn’t get the chance to pluck out Joan’s broken ribs and string them on a necklace, but she backed off.
“Never did have a taste for this, did you, Edward?” She said.
“Looks like I didn’t inherit that gene from Father.” Edward replied.
“You need-”
“I know, I know,” Edward cut her off, rolling his eyes. “I need to be all tough and big and scary. I’m royalty, I have to put people in their place, I know. But we aren’t nobles anymore. And she’s a pianist, not a masochist.” A small smirk tugged on his lips. “You’d be able to tell when someone is with ease.”
Joan winced and closed her eyes, expecting Mary to crack open Edward’s skull for that jibe, but instead she just clenched her fists, bared her teeth, and glared at her brother.
“Aren’t you sweet,” She crooned venomously. “Protecting the girl who-”
“-killed my mother.” Edward finished, rolling his eyes again. “And I sure appreciate it, because I get to hear it all the time now.”
Joan flinched and Edward flashed her a quick smile to relieve her of any anxieties on that topic. His head turned back to his sisters, a hard expression set on his soft features.
“Maybe Mae will be less of a disappointment.” Mary spat.
“You would try to teach a two year old to be a cunt.” Edward said.
Mary growled and then spun around, marching out of the room. Elizabeth followed her out, but not without a final glance over her shoulder. When they were out of sight, Edward’s shoulders relaxed and his face became a lot less threatening and more like a gentle chipmunk’s.
“They’re going to be so mean to you now.” Joan said, sitting up.
“Oh, no!” Edward gasped. “My sisters? Being mean? I’ve never seen that before! That will be so unexpected and out of character!”
Joan laughed softly, but winced when pain throbbed in the left side of her chest. Her hand flew upwards, tentatively touching the injured area. Edward knelt down next to her.
“Are you alright?” He asked worriedly.
“Yeah,” Joan grunted. “I think. They don’t feel broken. Maybe just cracked.”
“Ouch,” Edward winced. “I’m so sorry about Mary and Elizabeth. You don’t deserve this at all.” He reached a hand out to touch Joan, but pulled back, presumably thinking against it. “They can be real jerks sometimes. Or a lot of times in your case.” He gave her a sad frown.
“Why do they hate me so much?” Joan asked. “Or, why does Mary? Elizabeth just seems to be some kind of pawn. I’ve never done anything to either of them!”
Edward shrugged helplessly. “Your guess is as good as mine.” He said. “Mary has some, uhh...issues. Back then and now. But that doesn’t give her any right to treat you the way she does. Or try to break your ribs!”
Joan smiled slightly. She had never thought she would like any of the kids, especially Jane’s son, but something about Edward gave him a pass. He was different from his sisters, even the annoying toddler.
“You-” She began hesitantly. “You don’t think I killed Jane, right? I-I tried to save her, I really did, but-”
“Hey.” Edward clasped Joan’s hands in his. They were smaller, but warm and loose enough for her to pull away if she wanted to. “Of course I don’t believe that. I know you didn’t. My mum died from poor sanitation, not you cursing her vagina to tear and get infected or something.” He paused for a moment, then laughed. “That was a weird thing to say.”
Joan giggled softly. “Yeah. Kinda.”
“Don’t believe anything my sisters say,” Edward went on. “They like starting stupid stuff.”
“Are you really the only sensible one out of your siblings?”
Edward grinned. “Yup. That also makes me the best.”
Joan smiled back at him. She stood up after Edward released her hands, gritting her teeth through the pain in her ribs, but managing to get on her feet without tipping over. She set one hand on the injured area, massaging it lightly.
“Are you gonna be okay?” Edward asked.
“Probably,” Joan answered. “I’ve handled worse.”
That earned her a curious frown, but Edward doesn’t press the matter. He just twitched his lips a little and then nodded.
They both walked out of the dressing room. Somewhere down the Stairs of Doom, a few of the queens and their daughters could be heard clamoring about, probably getting ready to leave. Edward looked up at Joan with a friendly warmth in his eyes.
“Wanna come over for dinner?”
Joan is both startled and surprised. “Wh-what? A-are you sure?”
“I am!” Edward said. “I like you. You’re much better company than any of my sisters.”
“What about the other queens?”
“Catalina, Anne, and Cathy all have their kids. Cathy is the worst about it, though. She’s ALWAYS with Mae. I can’t remember the last time I saw her alone.” Edward said. “Mum is, well, my mum. I can’t exactly be friends with her. Kitty is...okay. Mum REALLY wants me to like her, but she can be loud and too energetic for me. And Anna is cool, but,” He shrugged. “I like you much better. You’re quiet and smart and funny, but not in a pretentious way.”
Joan blushed shyly and looked away. She couldn’t believe she was letting herself be flattered by a twelve year old. How pathetic could she possibly get?
“Thanks,” She whispered. “I’ve never- I’ve never, umm, been someone’s top choice for a friend before.”
“Then I’ll be the first.” Edward smiled at her. “Come on, let’s go before they leave us here! Oh, and don’t worry, I won’t let my sisters pick on you again.”
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