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haloshornsinkstains · 4 years

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Interrogation (Mitsuhide x MC)

Available on AO3 here: Interrogation

Mitsuhide (Ikemen Sengoku) x MC. PWP, 18+

The cool air of the dungeons raised goosebumps on her flesh as Midori waited, twisting her wrists in the binds and testing their strength. They were tight enough to keep her in place, but loose enough to avoid any discomfort. She smiled, ‘the kitsune still has his weaknesses then’, though where he was now was a mystery. It felt as if she’d been here forever and barely a moment all at once, and with the blindfold over her eyes she couldn’t even tell if Mitsuhide was watching her squirm or not. She huffed, tugging at the binds once more.

“You’ll find they won’t break Little Mouse.” Her head whipped up at the sound of his voice, heart racing as she felt cool fingers stroke her cheek. “Now, do you have my answers or do I need to pry them out of you?” His voice was almost as gentle as his hands on her skin, but she could picture the wicked glint of his smile even from behind the cloth over her eyes. Midori shifted slightly, smirking in the direction of his voice. “Oh, you’ll have to try harder than that kitsune.” His laugh was musical, enough to momentarily distract her as he made his move. The smack rang out loud in the silent air, the sting soothed almost immediately as he ran his hand over her behind. Even through the layers of her kimono it was a powerful blow, and she bit her lip to hold back the moan that rose in her throat. “Such a beautiful shade of pink.” Mitsuhide purred, fingers toying with the edge of her kimono. “Shall I see where else I can turn such colours?” This time a quiet moan escaped her, her head tilting back to expose the column of her throat to him. “Perhaps you should try.” She heard the slight hiss of a blade being withdrawn from somewhere, barely stifling the hiss of surprise as the cold metal touched her skin. ‘I can trust him, this is Mitsuhide. And it was my idea.’ “Worried so soon Little Mouse.” “Stop mind reading you ass.” She tried to move away from him with a huff, but the bindings really were good. “Now, now, don’t be like that.” He chuckled, a hand pressing gently against her back to keep her still. “If you squirm I might slip and this blade is very sharp.” He touched it lightly against her skin, pulling just low enough to tug at the edges of her kimono. “Or you could just tell me what I want to hear and this could be over.” Midori took a deep breath, planting her feet and turning her head to where she thought he was. “I told you I wouldn’t make it easy for you, do your worst.” She expected more teasing, instead she felt the knife move downwards, followed by the unmistakable sound of tearing fabric. She winced a little as she felt her obi fall apart, sure no amount of sewing skill would be able to put that back as it was. “So troublesome little one.” The purr in her ear made her jump this time, and the carefully held blade nicked the soft skin of her stomach. She felt him tense behind her for a fraction of a second, until he realised the sound that left her lips wasn’t one of pain. She could practically hear the amused smirk as he traced a long finger down her newly exposed skin. “This is an interesting development.” Midori arched her back, pressing her body as much into his as she could. “Mitsuhide…” “Yes my dear one?” “I hate you.” “I’m very sad to hear that, given that I love you so dearly.” He traced the blade across her skin again, pressing just enough for her to feel the sting but not deeply enough to draw blood. His cool hand soothed the sting almost as soon as it was inflicted. She leant into his touch, breathing on the verge of ragged. “Mit… su… hide… please…” He hummed appreciatively. “Nearly dearest one.” “Damnit Mitsuhide, please!” The words were almost a moan. “I need you.” His hands stilled on her lower stomach, his own breathing ragged in her ear. “Ple-” Midori’s begging was cut off by soft lips pressing against hers, his tongue tracing the outline of her bottom lip.

He pulled back too soon, a whine rising in her throat. “Good girl.” he murmured, fingers trailing down her cheek. “Tease.” She huffed in return, though the words lacked any bite. Mitsuhide chuckled, running a finger down her neck and between her breasts. “Ah but you love that about me.” “I’d love it more if you gave me what I asked for.” Midori grumbled. His breath tickled her neck as he trailed his hand lower, shifting slightly to be at her back and let her melt against him as his other hand moved up to cup one of her breasts. Without her sight every touch felt magnified ten times, her skin more sensitive to him than it had ever been. She gasped as his fingers ghosted over her nipple, distracting her for a moment from the other hand that had worked its way between her legs. His fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves there, working in circles as she gasped and bucked against his hand. He chuckled in her ear, shifting slightly so his thumb remained pressed against her clit as long fingers pressed inside her. “You seem to be enjoying this little one.” The only reply he got were her fevered gasps and whimpers as skillful fingers brought her tumbling over the edge, his other arm around her chest all that kept her standing as her legs turned to jelly. She panted, leaning back against his chest and wished she could see the hungry passion she knew would be written across his face. It was these moments she treasured most, the places where his cool mask slipped and showed her expressions only meant for her eyes. As her breathing steadied and her legs regained some strength she tried to twist to face him, seeking his lips even when she couldn’t see. He obliged, of course he did, he would do almost anything for her, catching her in a kiss so sweet she could taste it. “Mitsu…” She breathed, resting head against his shoulder. “I want to see you.” He said nothing, but she felt him move to pull the blindfold from her eyes, freeing her hands seconds later to allow her to embrace him, even as she pressed feather light kisses across his collarbones. Pressed together like this she could feel the hard line of him through his hakama. She looked up, one hand reaching to cup his face while the other worked on freeing him from his clothes. Even with the desire she could see burning there his golden eyes were soft when they looked at her. “Let me.” She sank to the floor, taking his hakama with her, glancing up to see his eyes widen as she winked and licked a long stripe from the base to the head of his cock before taking him into her mouth. It took Mitsuhide a moment to respond, one hand finally finding its way to the back of her head, resting there gently as she bobbed up and down. It wasn’t long before his grip was tightening, soon turning into an insistent tug. With a wicked smile Midori pulled back, flicking the head of his cock with her tongue as she did so. Mitsuhide sighed, sinking down to the floor with her and trapping her beneath his body. “What am I to do with you?” She smirked, lifting her head to kiss him softly. “I can think of a few things.” As his answer he shifted her slightly and slid himself inside, stealing any more smart quips that might have come from her mouth and replacing them with moans. She arched her back, pulling him deeper as he thrust into her. She wanted to watch him, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open, and in the quick glances she did manage she realised he couldn’t either, peppering light kisses along her neck and shoulder. His movements soon became more erracting, the kisses more fevered, and, just as she was reaching her peak he bit into the soft flesh where her neck and shoulder met, sucking a bruise into the delicate flesh. The rush of sensation was enough to send her crashing into her orgasm, and as he felt her walls spasming around him Mitsuhide followed her into his own.

Afterwards they lay on the floor of the dungeons, Midori’s head resting on Mitsuhide’s chest as he covered them both with his kimono, his hand stroking idly through her hair. “I hope you don’t treat all your prisoners like that.” She hummed, nuzzling her face into him. Mitsuhide chuckled. “Only the ones who ask me to interrogate them.” “It wasn’t my worst idea?” Mitsuhide had just opened his mouth to respond when they heard footsteps rushing towards them. Frowning he pulled Midori’s body closer into his, keeping her shielded with his kimono as he propped himself up on his elbows to see who was making their way into the dungeons in such a hurry, “Mitsuhide! I don’t know what you think you’re playing at but Lord… oh. Oh… no, I…” Hideyoshi stopped mid-tirade when he spotted the two of them, quickly trying to look anywhere except at the couple curled up under a kimono. “Lord Nobunaga wants to see you. I’ll… um, I’ll go.” He sped out, still looking very hard at the floor on his way out. “My, my… to think, all of the things I’ve done and I’ve never seen him quite so flustered.” Mitsuhide chuckled. “Perhaps we shall do this again.” “How did he know… Masamune.” Midori laughed. “Wait… did you want to do this again or just embarrass Hideyoshi? Though I have to admit, that shade of red was really something.” Mitsuhide pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “One of the many reasons I adore you. Now, we must move. Our Lord is waiting.”

#ikemen sengoku #mitsuhide x mc #mitsuhide akechi #pwp #roleplay #my writing #halo.writes #halo.afterdark

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decembercamiecherries · 6 years

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Craving Attention

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Word Count: 1629

Prompt:

okay but don’t imagine your OTP being clingy as fuck sometimes. like where one is on the phone for too long and the other comes and sits on their lap making pouty faces and then biting their lip teasingly, maybe kissing along their jawline a little trying to get the other to get off the phone because they crave their attention. fuck, it’ll tear you apart.

I didn't know if I was going to be able to write something for killugon day, but then I had to, because I love them way too much <333 This was a very self indulgent thing I wrote, not beta’d at all, but I hope you all like it anyway! Happy Killugon Day! ^-^

(This is a canon universe au, by the way, with aged up characters!)

“Yeah, yeah. I’m still here.”

Gon sighed heavily and pouted up at the ceiling. It wasn’t a particularly interesting ceiling: made of wooden boards and metal screws, completely ordinary as every other thing in this one bedroom apartment he and Killua were renting while finishing up this latest Hunter job.

In fact, the only semi interesting thing in the apartment was the tv, because Killua had been smart enough to bring video games to hook up to the consul and keep them entertained while they weren’t working. But video games were only as interesting as the person you were playing them with and the person Gon happened to be playing with decided to hide away in their bedroom for the better part of the last hour, talking to his sister.

“No way—really?! C'mon, you have to be joking.”

And that was Killua again, talking to Alluka. Gon huffed and scrunched up his nose. He shouldn’t complain, really. He knew he shouldn’t. If this was any other day, he would’ve gone outside by now but…

Gon turned his head to stare out the living room window. Yup. It was pouring rain without any end in sight.

Somewhere in the background, Killua let out a surprised peal of laughter. Gon breathed in deep at the sound, filling his lungs with air, and let his eyes flutter shut.

It wasn’t that he was mad, per se. He really wasn’t. He liked Alluka a lot and he knew the relationship she and Killua had was something special and important and necessary for them both. He was happy they had each other, and he never wanted to be a hindrance to that.

And yet.

Gon frowned. And yet, he and Killua had been working hard at this job all week, and this was the one day they could relax together before starting to work again and finish the last part of the job. And Killua had been talking to Alluka for a really long time now? It wasn’t like Gon hadn’t given them enough time to catch up, right?

Slowly, Gon pushed himself up and off the couch. The cushions creaked under his weight but he paid it no mind. His heart was starting to pound in his chest, slowly picking up pace until Gon could feel each throb against his ribcage as he padded down the hallway and towards the slightly ajar bedroom door.

Holding his breath, Gon rapped his knuckles on the door.

“Killua?” he quietly asked and pushed on the wood.

His companion looked up from the bed at the sound of the creaking door. Killua’s sharp and stunning blue eyes softened upon catching sight of Gon. He patted the empty mattress besides him with a crooked smile.

Gon’s heart throbbed. He scrambled to get across the room and onto the bed, still unmade from Killua’s late sleep-in—

“Yes, I’m still listening,” Killua said into the speaker of his cellphone, rolling his eyes now. Gon could faintly hear the sound of Alluka’s voice arguing with her brother from a thousand miles away. “Whatever made you think I wasn’t, huh? I always listen to you.”

Killua lifted his arm as he was speaking and Gon immediately threw his arms around Killua’s middle in a tight embrace. Killua let out a grunt but Gon barely heard him. He just hugged Killua tightly, relishing the way Killua’s arm came down to drape across his shoulders, one thumb idly tracing patterns into Gon’s bronze shoulder.

Gon nuzzled into Killua’s side. His toes curled and his entire body buzzed. He felt warm and giddy. He was happy here, with Killua, and this simple skin-to-skin contact.

But Gon was selfish and he wanted more. He wanted Killua’s full and undivided attention, and to get that he needed to be creative.

Gon lifted his face to look up at Killua. Killua was listening to something Alluka was saying, his gaze distant and distracted as he stared at the opposite wall. To get him to focus, Gon lightly jutted his forehead against Killua’s jaw. He whispered loudly, keeping his arms around Killua’s torso all the while, “Psssst. Hey. Hey, Killua?”

“Alluka, can you hang on a sec, please? Just one sec—what, what?” Killua turned those intense blue eyes on Gon, stunning him, and heat rushed to Gon’s cheeks in a single swooping heartbeat.

“Uh, hello?” Killua said when Gon stared owlishly at him. “Oi, Gon. What’s wrong with you, why are you looking at me like that?”

Gon mentally slapped himself. “C-Can we go back to playing video games?” he managed to stammer out.

Killua looked at him like he was crazy. “Sure? Just, wait a bit okay? I’ll hang up in a minute.”

Gon pouted. “You promise? You’ve been talking for a while…”

Guilt flashed across Killua’s face. “I—sorry, yeah, I know. I didn’t mean to be on this long, but I’ll hang up soon. Just give me a few more minutes to say goodbye. You can interrupt me again if I don’t.”

Gon brightened. “Really?”

Killua nodded. “Really. I promise. Okay?” He stuck up his pinky and Gon didn’t hesitate to intertwine his with Killua’s, grinning all the while.

“Deal.”

They dropped their hands and Gon immediately went back to nuzzling into Killua’s side. Killua’s arm found its way back to Gon’s shoulders and for a little bit Gon was content, listening to the steady, slow beats of Killua’s heart in his chest and the soothing sound of his voice whenever he answered Alluka.

But Gon made sure to count the seconds in his head. Thirty seconds turned into a minute, and then a minute turned into three, and three into five, and when seven minutes had passed, Gon decided it was officially time. Killua had given him permission to interrupt, after all.

Gon started with something small. He reached up—carefully, deliberately—and began to play with the short silver strands of hair at the base of Killua neck. His hair was soft and silky, shining pure white where it caught the rays of the sun and Gon ran his hand through Killua’s locks in a mixture of awe and pure glee. Killua’s hair was beautiful, just like Killua himself, and Gon loved it.

As he tucked a stray lock behind Killua’s ear, he felt Killua’s shoulders rise defensively. He met Killua’s confused blue gaze with an innocent smile; it was clear that Killua didn’t know what Gon was trying to do right now. He hadn’t even paused in his conversation with Alluka once since Gon had started playing with his hair.

Gon pursed his lips. That was okay. It just meant more intense measures needed to be taken!

Killua stiffened completely when Gon started to climb across his legs. “G-Gon?!” he said shrilly. His arms flailed but Gon simply ducked underneath them and slid nimbly into Killua’s lap. He was sitting sideways now, his chest perpendicular to Killua’s, and the perfect position to wind his arms around Killua’s neck.

Which is exactly what he did.

“Something wrong, Killua?” he asked, blinking innocently, when Killua gawked at him. “You can keep talking, you know.”

Killua closed his mouth, visibly swallowed. Gon had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smirking when he heard Alluka ask if there was something wrong from Killua’s cell phone.

Taking a deep breath, and sending a warning glare to Gon as if to say “don’t you dare start anything”, Killua said into the speaker, “No, nothing’s wrong, Gon’s just being a little shit as usual.”

Gon let out a bark of laughter. Faintly he heard Alluka say, “Oh! Gon is there?”

“Mhm. He’s right on top of me, in fact.” Killua eyed him suspiciously and Gon beamed at him. Killua knew something was up by now, but Gon could tell he was also curious; Killua’s heart rate had increased with their proximity, but Gon would be lying if he said his hadn’t, too.

“Oh, right, guys are on that Hunter job, right? The one in Ochima?”

“Yup. I don’t think it’ll take us much longer to finish up, but we got a couple more things to do before we—”

Killua abruptly cut himself off, sucking in a shuddering breath. He stayed still enough though for Gon to continue pressing a string of gentle kisses along Killua’s jawline. Killua’s free hand gripped the back of Gon’s tank top until the fabric twisted and Gon’s lips spread into a smile; that had finally been enough to catch Killua’s attention, it seemed.

“Killua,” he murmured against Killua’s soft skin. "Killua, Killua, Killua."

Gon saw Killua squeeze his eyes tightly shut. His cellphone was limp in his other hand, almost completely forgotten, and Gon knew he just needed one more small push before Killua was back to being his for the rest of the afternoon.

Carefully, Gon unwound his arms from around Killua’s neck, using one of his now free hands to cradle Killua’s jaw. He continued to place slow kisses up and down Killua’s face, relishing the ragged breathing he got in return. He moved onto Killua’s exposed neck next: he pressed his lips to smooth and pale skin before sucking lightly—

“Alluka!” Killua squeaked. “I’m g-gonna have to call you back another day, okay bye!”

He threw the phone to the floor and roughly yanked Gon towards him. Gon yelped, falling right on top of Killua, and the pair toppled backwards onto the mattress in one swoop.

“You—” Killua growled between hurried kisses, “—are so—” kiss, “—freaking—” kiss, “—clingy! You know that?!”

Gon laughed gleefully and cupped Killua face in his hands, smiling widely as he stroked perfectly flushed porcelain cheeks.

“I’m only clingy with you,” he answered honestly and bent down to kiss Killua again.

#dc writes #killugon #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #hunterxhunter #killugon day #killugon day 2018 #canon universe #aged up au #alluka zoldyck

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