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softshuji · 1 year

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12:18AM | HAITANI RINDOU

Title: My Knight In Shining Armour

Summary: It's Rindou's last night with you before your marriage, perhaps it's time to for you and your bodyguard to get some truths off your chests. (This is part of @orchid3a royal au collab, the link to which is here) link to my masterlist here!

cw: afab!reader, references to Greek myth, petnames (princess, my lady), some suggestive content, angst with little comfort, mentions of an arranged marriage, reader and Rindou are simps. Likes and reblogs appreciated!

You think destiny is a fickle and funny thing and perhaps it always has been. Perhaps the heroes of the stories said the same thing, raged insults at the same moon and the same sun as they flew towards it. At the same problems that persisted no matter how far in the future they were. Perhaps those stories should serve as a comfort to you now, their lessons immortalised as legends.

Every human believes they’re above it all, believes the laws of nature apply to everyone that isn’t them. You’re no different. You think of Medusa crying to Athena in the temple, a life’s worth of rage at the Fates that had cackled as they wove the fabric of her story, golden threads held between crooked fingers. You think of Achilles holding Patroclus’s dead body, his sights set on Hector with a vitriol that was almost godly, almost divine, enough anger to rival the sun.

Should it bother you this much? That you’ll be wed to a man you’ve never met in under a week, Queen to a people who will find fault in every action. Should it bother you that you’re denied the happy ending that the Princesses in the stories always get? You know you’ve no right to complain like this, that you’ll be waited on, servants and maids who would rather die than disobey and it makes an ugly shame pool in your stomach.

‘The moon is beautiful tonight, is it not?’ You say, and your hand holds up your chin on the white windowsill, your gown falling over the lip of the bench and catching the eaves of moonlight that spill through the glass.

‘Princess?’ Rindou says. He steps closer into the slice of light that illuminated the marble floor, the clink of his armour brushing the soft wool of your shawl, before following the line of your sight. ‘Yes. Yes it is.’

He looks beautiful like this, with the moonlight slicing through the stained glass, falling through the thin wisps of his silken hair, blue and lilac, lavender and stars and the burnished honey of his skin swallowing the light like it belongs to him. It does, it feels like it does. His armour is unblemished, it always has been. He takes great care to appear his best to you, strong and worthy and capable and willing to take your hand when you stand and he thinks, no he knows, this is just his duty. He is your Knight, your bodyguard in all things.

‘I don’t think we’ll ever have nights like this when I leave will we?’ Your lips part and a sigh drips past your lips, despairing and achingly full of the years that sit between you. It’s true, you know that, you’ve a lifetime of learning etiquette and social grace and you’d be remiss to assume that things can stay the same. In your new life, Rindou will not be welcome like he is now, the moon to your sun, the light of your eyes, the comfort of your heart.

There will never be nights overlooking the veranda, sitting in some nook or corner with his legs brushing yours. The library has always been your favourite place to stay, the two of you overlooking the gardens conspiratorially, like lovers tittering in the corner at a ball. He talks often and much when he is alone, the silences permeated by the creak and whine of wind leaking through the gaps in the windows, draughts that make the hairs on your arms rise. And Rindou will always pull the shawl a little closer around you, always click his tongue affectionately and you find that those moments are the ones you enjoy the most, when he is closer than normal, his calloused knuckles achingly close.

It’s wrong.

It always has been. You’ve never spoken about it, and you have no plans to confess that what you feel for him is anything other than a royal sense of duty, that the longing looks and smiles reserved just for him are anything but the same grace you would extend to anyone else, anyone who wasn’t him.

‘No, I don’t expect we will.’ He shifts his legs, knees brushing yours as he sits on the bench, his broad chest hunkered by the clink and clamour of armour that he feels is too loud in the otherwise silent library. ‘You’ll be very preoccupied when you leave, you’ll have a husband to spend your time with instead.’

It aches somewhere he thinks his heart should be, the knowledge that another man will get to touch you, hold you, hear you, in every way he can only dream of, that the locked doors of his fantasies will be lived by someone who isn’t him. A man whose face he’ll only ever see from a distance but will share your bed and slide his hands over your skin and it burns him with a jealousy that’s red and hot and pulses with pain in his chest. In his daydreams, you are his, he belongs to you and he finds that he settles into that life easier than expected. Loving you, and being loved by you, is not as hard as he assumes it would be and the domestic bliss comes easily to him. He lets down his walls on occasion and you welcome him, as you always have done, with open arms and he rests his head on your chest and listens for the soft and reassuring pattern of your heart.

But it’s a dream, it will always be a dream.

It’s almost thrilling in some sinful way, to have you to himself like this, your attention that he so often shares with others, reserved for him when you are bare of your jewels and gowns, the thin slip and slide of your sleeping gown that kisses at your skin in a way that makes the heat burst along his neck. He imagines he is not the first, and he certainly doesn’t expect to be the last to long for you in such a way, to want to feel the push and pull of you against his chest, to rest you there with your hair tickling at his throat, to want to keep you for himself. Knowing this doesn’t make it any easier for him though, to watch the suitors line up in brocade suits, lecherous grins concealed by masquerade masks and blithe smiles, their lips lingering for a second too long on your hand and your amicable smile twitching with a flicker of annoyance only he can see.

But it’s wrong.

It always has been, and no amount of self-denial can convince him that what he daydreams about in the locked corner of his mind is anything but sinful, anything but wrong. You are his Princess, and he is just your Knight and if his destiny is to trail after you forever, like night and her train of stars, just to bathe a little longer in your warmth, be the recipient of your reserved smiles, then he is content just to do that.

‘What if I didn’t want to go, Rindou? What if I don’t want this?’ You say, and your whisper fogs up the glass from where your lips purse as you hold your chin in your hands. You know that is wrong too, that this is your duty just like all things are, that love is fickle and duty is forever and love is to duty what poison is to fruit.

Rindou softens and his hand almost touches your knee on instinct before clenching his fist with anxiety and a longing that makes him sick. ‘I’m sorry Princess. I can’t pretend to know how that feels, only that I think you should do what you feel is best for you.’

‘I’ll have to leave you behind, do you know that?’

‘I do.’

‘You’re not bothered by that? By the fact that we’ll never see each other again?’

He swallows and breaks your stare, lets the violet hue of his eyes fall onto the rosebush that’s cloaked in darkness, petals viridescent in the light. A muscle feathers in his jaw and a frown creases the perfect smoothness of his forehead and you have the sudden urge to soothe it with your thumbs, curl your fingers along his cheek and swipe his lips to watch them part for you. He resists the urge to look back at you, at your eyes that catch the light, the stained glass that makes your skin glow with warmth.

It’ll eat him at first, the absence of you that’ll gnaw at his stomach will force him to push himself further. He knows how it’ll be, pushing himself further in training, in work, in anything and his Brother will hope that he can push a few girls his way in the hopes of helping him forget and Rindou will wait eagerly for the letters which will never come. And the girl that will never come with it.

‘I am Princess.’ He curls his fingers around his sword hilt, licks his drying lips and all the while, his eyes rake over the rosebush in bloom, budding petals drifting to the ground, where they kiss the specks of sand and leaves that litter the veranda. ‘But it’s your duty, just like looking after you is mine.’

And maybe, if it could have been some other way, in some other world where he is not him and you are not you and there are no such obstacles. Maybe in that world he is just a boy in love with a girl and you are his only, the truest example of lovers under the sun. He would find you if it existed, if there was such a thing as a world where you could meet as anyone but who you are. Perhaps he could kiss you freely there, with a hand around your back like the suitors do, better than they do in fact, because he knows he loves you enough, loves you more, to the point of pain in fact.

You turn to him, brush your knees against his and Rindou’s heart smashes against his ribs. ‘Do you ever wish it wasn’t? That we could just…run away?’ you say, indulging the daydream in a way that you know is impossible, that it’s dangerous to even suggest, improbable and bordering on treasonous, wrong in every sense of the word.

‘Princess?’ he says and his chest aches, burns and tightens with that familiar longing for you all over again and the pain is both delicious and agonising as your knees press against his, the moonlight falling on the exposed sweep of your collarbones peeking from beneath your gown.

It’s your last night with him, you know this, you have known for weeks. Does the knowledge make it any easier? Does knowing that he’ll eventually find another girl make it easier or harder for you? Does knowing that another man will touch you in the way you have both knowingly and unknowingly reserved for him make it any less painful?

‘We could,’ you say eventually, although your heart isn’t in it, and maybe you say it because it’s soothes the pain to indulge in it, the fantasy of the two of you in a house somewhere, where everything is safe and your heart lies in his palm, secure and loved and cradled.

‘You know we couldn’t.’

‘Why not?’

‘We’d be found, you’re a Princess and I’m just-’

‘Don’t. Don’t ever say that.’ You grab his wrist and your thumb finds the sharp incline of his palm and you press a painted finger into the space there, stroke it achingly slow, feeling the calloused skin underneath. You wonder at all it has seen, all the blood that’s splashed over onto his fine and polished armour, the horrors that he has witnessed, both at your behest and not and it burns that you can’t take it from him and cradle his head to your chest and give all the love you both feel and think he deserves.

‘It’s true though,’ he says and his hand comes to rest on top of yours, brushing your knuckles free of scars, tiny clefts and indentations he wishes he could explore given the time, to marvel at the ridges and veins that swim underneath. ‘It would never work, you know that Princess. You needn’t suffer over something that was never going to happen.’

He says it for the both of you, knowing it won’t help either way to assuage the thunderous ache that builds in his stomach when he thinks of someone else having you undeserved.

‘Do you think… it worked somewhere else?’

He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, the soft wisps of fine hair slipping over the silver of his armour, curling at the hollow of his throat.

‘What do you mean?’

‘If we met again, somewhere else, you’d find me right? You’ll always find me.’ You hope it’s true, that maybe he reaches across time and fate to find you there, whether he believes in it or not, one outstretched hand towards your name on the wind, towards the golden thread that pulls him unknowingly to you.

He smiles, bashfully even and dips his head to the ridge of your knuckles, presses his lips to the soft plane of your hand, his hair falling against your wrist, your exposed arm swallowing the moonlight and it sends the heat to your cheeks, your neck, the part of your chest that’s slipped between the folds of your gown, dizzying and wondrous and it aches that you can’t live in this feeling right here, in this library and let the the world rot and die around the two of you.

‘I will always find you Princess. You only have to call and I’ll come and catch you.’

‘Every time?’ Your voice wavers, the tears pricking at your throat, at the bang of your heart in your chest.

‘Every time.’

‘Oh.’ And it’s your turn to flush a deep crimson now, and hide it in the shadow of darkness that falls over the window seat from the bookcase that hides you strategically from view. He knows you need to hear it, even if he doesn’t care for fate or destiny or the things heroes tell themselves to sleep easier at night, even if he’s willing to make an exception to the rule that’s saved him so many times, for you.

He touches your cheek, one single finger brushing at the stray eyelash on your cheekbone and the bump in his throat slips and slides under the silver of his armour, disappearing beneath the links of chainmail that hide the ink of his chest from view. You’re ashamed to admit you’ve thought so long and hard about running your tongue along every ridge and muscle of his, the flex of his stomach under your waiting mouth, the groan that spills past his parted lips when you suck harshly on the inviting swell of his chest, fine hairs like pencil shadings disappearing beneath the cord of his slacks to where you want to taste him most.

You bite down hard on your lip, your eyes flitting between the viridescent flash of violet in his and his pink lips, parted and wet and you know they’d be supple and soft, would slot perfectly on yours and he’d moan against your mouth and you’d forget for the moment that you could be found in your clandestine and sinful state of him moving against you.

‘I-’

‘It’s alright, I understand,’ you say, with more fervour than you feel, more confident than you could ever be around him, because you know he needs to hear it, that you understand and you want to, and it would be so easy to bridge the gap and have him ruin you in the way you know he wants to, hungry and insatiable and loud, your eager whines of his name muffled beneath his leather glove clamped over your mouth.

‘I want to, I really do.’ He could, if he was anything less than what he is, if it didn’t matter to him that another man would see the marks he’d painted on your skin and hurt you for it, for his own greed that would come at the price of your tears. It’s a risk that even he, the most reckless, unpredictable, aggressive of the Knights can’t take, would never take at your expense. For all his faults, he is redeemed by you, the sun that spills into and out of his life.

‘I know, me too.’

‘I’m sorry, for hurting you like this’ he says, the whisper of his breath fanning against your nose. He breaks your gaze, and presses his forehead to your knuckles, his lips, as if he can carve it into you, as it it makes it any less painful to feel him kneeling for you, ever loyal, knowing your heart is in every kink of his armour, wound tightly between his fingers.

‘I’m sorry too.’ You sniffle, and the tears are lost in the soft cashmere of your shawl, in the white and ivory lace of your sleeping gown. You take his face in your hands and it aches that when he looks up at you, his eyes are wide and the moon spills the opalescent veneer of its light onto his lashes, the violet hue lightened to lilac.

There is a terse silence, broken only by the flutter of the wind leaking between the stacks of books and wooden shelves, the crackle of fire that casts a faint orange glow over the honeyed bronze of his skin.

‘Rindou,’ you say.

‘Princess,’ he says, weighted with all the years of your friendship, even after it had blossomed into something more.

‘Rindou, My Rindou.’

‘Your Rindou, and you’re My Princess.’

It has a foreign flutter beating against your chest.

‘That’s right.’ You skim your thumb along his cheek, the high and sharp slope of his perfect cheekbones, the nose that’s a little crooked from all the fighting, the cut in his lip that he never takes care of after sparring. ‘You will write often won’t you?’

‘Of course, you will write back?’

‘I will, always. You will be tired of me soon, filling your days with useless chatter.’

‘I could never tire of you, My Lady,’ he says and it’s true, because for all your belief, that you are just simply too much for others, that the burden of you is greater than the reward, you are just right for him. If only he had more time to prove it.

‘I’ll be bored without you, you know. I’ll be so lonely.’ You wonder briefly, at the man who you will wake up to every morning, the weight of him, the fact that you will no longer reach across the space of your bed to find Rindou dozing in the chair, his gloved hand holding his chin as he fights the sleep to watch over you.

‘You’ll find friends, you won’t be alone,’ he says, placatingly, even though he knows the space the two of you have made, a closeted corner of each other’s hearts, can never be filled and will always remain locked and isolated.

He doesn’t expect it’ll continue for long, the correspondence you’ve promised. He knows how it is. That one day turns to two, and a week turns to a month and you’ll be having children and maybe his letters to you, written with all the heart he knows he can give, with the words he often finds so hard to say, will collect dust beneath the paperweight. If they ever get to you at all.

You bend to press your lips to his forehead, and Rindou thinks, the little heart he does have, the one you own, safely tucked beneath the sleeve of your shawl, breaks here when he feels your lips on his skin, soft and imperceptible, the scent of your perfume caught in his nose, the cotton of your sleeves dancing on his cheeks.

He wonders what his Brother would say if he saw him now, the harsh lump in his throat threatening tears, the thunderous roar of his heart.

‘Thank you Rindou,’ you say, your lips to his hair, knowing you won’t touch like this again, hoping that this gives him all the love you know he needs and will always pretend not to, because he’s like that, because he’s tough and capable and yours, beyond time, beyond this.

‘You too Princess. It’s been fun,’ he whispers and it feels like an end, like he is being crushed. Did it always hurt so much? When the heroes lived and died for love? Did Achilles burn with the same pain when Patroclus was taken?

A door closes somewhere, the click of it banging against the wall and snapping the both of you into the present. A voice, and a shadow looming against the furthest wall and it means that’s the end. Come morning, you’ll be gone and Rindou will be here and maybe he’ll watch you leave, see you off like he should. Or maybe not.

He hopes that somewhere, in some lifetime it hurts less, that the two of you are happy and safe and there are no tears to shed, no painful endings to cry over for the both of you.

Somewhere, maybe.

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wakaoujisenhime · 2 years

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Amen - Father!Taiju x reader

Synopsis: On Christmas, you help a beaten-up teenager out and end up reuniting with him many years later when he’s grown up to be a full-fledged man and the Father of the church he frequented. Just as you’re happy with his development, you find out what’s really going on behind the holy place’s wooden doors…

tags/warnings: Taiju x reader ✅ smut (18+) ✅ dub-/noncon ✅ tw.sacrilege ✅

A/N: consider this the start of my madness as I slowly fall down the rabbit hole by the name Taiju Shiba…ANYWAY, this is my contribution to @cherryshigaraki’s SLUTTY OLD MEN collab! Thank you for giving me the opportunity of joining this delicious collab & I hope I did the topic justice! Also, make sure to check everyone else’s delicious pieces out! Have fun! ♥️

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Taiju Shiba, a notorious gang leader who was known for his charisma and brute strength throughout the streets of Tokyo. If someone had told you that he’d actually hang up his boots at his high position and become a Father of the very church he fought his last battle at, you wouldn’t have believed it…and yet that’s exactly what happened.

You still remember that one Christmas Eve on which you’d met him as if it was yesterday…

You were just on your way back from celebrating and decided to take a small detour along the calmer part of town. Everything was going well at first, you were looking around the neighborhood, admiring the many different decorations people had put up along their façades and windows, and just as you were about to pass by a wonderful looking church, a horrific sight awaited you.

Dozens of young men were lying on the ground, unconscious and bleeding, scattered along it like pebbles. With wide eyes you looked around, taking in every single gruesome detail and that’s when he’d caught your eye.

A man of massive frame, kneeling at the top of the church’s stairs, shirtless and beat up, head cast down, blood dripping from his face.

You puffed out a silent oh my god before you slowly made your way towards him, to make sure that he was alright because by the looks of it he was the only conscious one. At that moment your worry for the man had far outweighed your rationality so that you didn’t even stop for a moment to consider the fact that he might be the one responsible for all of this.

Hey…can you hear me?….Are you ok?

It had taken the man a few seconds to register that someone was calling out to him and before his self-defense mechanisms could kick in he felt something warm and soft being draped around his shoulders. When he looked up, you appeared to him like an angel in disguise.

Your worried face that was looking down at him so innocent and unsuspecting of what he’d done just a couple of minutes ago. He nodded once to give you at least some sort of answer before he continued staring off into the distance…

You’d helped him get on his feet, both back then and in general. That night you wanted to bring him to the hospital or the police so he could inform them about whatever had gone down, but a simple shake of his head was enough for you to understand that there might have been more to it than you initially suspected, so you’d decided to let it go and help him in other ways. You took him back home with you so that you could apply some first aid to his wounds and despite your many protests against it, he went straight back home afterward.

Years passed and your meeting with him appeared to be a one-time thing, but just recently you’d decided to go down that particular street again and when you arrived at the church, a rather surprising sight awaited you.

A group of many young men in coats were standing just before the few steps of the church looking up at what appeared to be the Father. One of them stepped forward screaming something about a group not being the same anymore. Since you were pretty far away you couldn’t catch what else they said, but as you looked closer at them they were looking up to a man. You gasped out in shock, recognizing none other than Taiju.

You must’ve been looking pretty intensely at him because just mere moments after your realization, his yellow eyes shifted their attention to your form and he froze up. Without thinking too much about it you just raised your hand a little and waved at him, observing how he said something to the gang members that made them scatter like kids after a long school day, itching to get back home.

“Did I scare them off?”

The man who was walking towards you just let out an amused huff and gave you a small head shake, before stopping in his tracks.

“It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed with a small nod as you looked up at him.

Having him this close in front of you made you realize just how much he’d grown. He had always been taller than you, but now his height made you almost look up at the sky to even catch a glimpse of his eyes.

Taiju had cut his hair and had it slicked back with just the right amount of hair gel that made it look natural. His expression was still as stern and intense as ever, but he appeared slightly calmer than back when you’d first met him, though that might’ve been just your imagination.

Though faint, you still noticed some wrinkles adorning his face, successfully underlining his already sharp facial features and making them even more attractive and pleasing to the eye than they already were before that.

Despite the typical black church attire he was wearing, you could still clearly see the outlines of his muscled body underneath it, and when you noticed some places where the fabric was so stretched out because of his mass, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Your reaction was greeted with a raised eyebrow and you couldn’t help but blush as you realized that you’d been staring at him yet again. So with no excuse this time around, you simply shook your head with a smile and murmured a silent it’s nothing before you proceeded with some senseless small talk.

The two of you parted ways not short after yet again.

Truth be told this wasn’t the first time Taiju had seen you since his fight on Christmas Eve. He’d actually memorized the neighborhood you lived in and had tried to thank you many times before for what you did for him, but how could he?

The man eventually gave up and decided to wait for you to come to him. He knew that this approach was a pretty stupid one, but regardless he wanted to see for himself if you’d check up on him or not. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when he saw you show up today. He’d chased his former gang members away with one silent - but nonetheless threatening - leave and had proceeded to face you after so many years.

As expected, you were still as beautiful and ethereal as you were on that Christmas night. The way some of your hair strands were blown against your cheeks made him want to gently tuck them away behind your slightly red ear so he could once more gaze upon the gorgeous face of his savior. The feelings he’d begun harboring for you since that accident seemed all innocent and childlike at first glance; I mean, a young teenager who falls for the woman that helped him after he’d been defeated, grows up thinking and waiting for her to meet him, was an overused and pretty often seen scenario in any romance flick. That, paired with his devotion to the Christian belief, his mind was set on making you out to be his guardian angel that was sent down to him during his life’s darkest hour as both a reward for his resilience and a test of will at the same time.

Mere days after you’d entered his life, he came to the conclusion that he couldn’t continue like this any longer and he had to change both his ways and behavior, so he set out on his journey to work for the institution he’d so earnestly visited all his life. But once he truly came to understand the church’s ways, he found it so immensely hard to keep the inappropriate thoughts about you away from his mind, especially after today.

“Friday evening you say?” you repeat after the man and take a glance back at your calendar before you answer, “It should work, no problem!”

“Excellent, how does 7 PM sound?” a deep and slightly distorted voice asked from the other end of your phone. You nodded and finalized some further details for your meeting before you eventually hung up.

Lately, you’ve been frequently going to the church to catch up with Taiju, but because of his work you never really had the opportunity to properly sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk, so you eventually exchanged contact information and properly decided on a date and time to meet up.

With a smile on your lips, you went up to your calendar and marked down the day of your planned meeting and even though it wasn’t anything special, you could still feel your heart thump hard against your chest at the mere thought of the two of you being alone.

Time went by in a flash and before you’d noticed, the day of your meetup had come. Winter had not yet passed so you couldn’t doll yourself up that much, hence why you resorted to a pretty simple and warm outfit for tonight.

You closed the zipper of your jacket, wrapped your scarf around your neck, and looked at your reflection in the mirror in front of you with a smile.

“How long has it been since I felt this nervous..?” you asked yourself silently before taking your bag and leaving your apartment.

The walk towards the church passed by unusually quick, despite your rather slow pace. The tall wooden doors of the institution were before you, waiting to be opened, but just before you could take a hold of the doorknob, one of the doors was pulled open and a young girl stormed out. She was so distraught that she almost ran into you, but you managed to sidestep just in time and dodge her. Your eyes followed her as she ran down the steps, sobbing. Still shocked from what had just transpired you hesitantly entered the church only to find it…empty. Confusion distorted your earlier calm face and caused you to look around nervously, looking for the man you’d agreed to meet tonight.

“Taiju?” you carefully called out, your voice echoing more than intended, and still no answer came.

There was something eerie about such a big church being so silent and desolate this late at night that made you clutch your bag’s straps tightly as you slowly went down the aisle towards the altar at the end. Just as you were about to bypass the last row of benches you heard a silent thud on your left side, but as you looked, there was nothing there out of the ordinary, just the benches and two cubicles that were most likely used for confessionals.

Wait…

As if you had some kind of premonition, you took course towards the confessional booths, halted before one of them and slowly opened the door of the right one. Contrary to your expectations of finding nothing, the first thing you saw was a naked leg that was being hoisted up by someone and a pair of panties dangling from that person’s ankle. That alone was enough to shock you into speechlessness, but as you gradually revealed more of what was hiding behind the door, the leg seemed the least important part for you to worry about.

Before you was a young woman, probably around your age or maybe a few years younger, sitting on the lap of none other than Taiju himself, her legs were being spread apart so much that anyone who would’ve opened the door would get to see her private parts in full view and could witness the way her insides got spread apart by the hard length of the man behind her. He either didn’t notice your presence or he simply couldn’t care less, because he just continued rocking her hips back and forth with his other hand, murmuring small encouragements so she would resume her movements, but how could she?

The two of you were dumbstruck, looking into each other's eyes for a short while until she backed out first and tried to wriggle herself out of the man’s grasp and protect the small amount of dignity she had left, but he was stronger and managed to keep her in place for at least a short while until he noticed just what riled her up this much.

“Looks like tonight’s appointment arrived earlier than expected,” he noted as he peered over the girl’s shoulder, locking eyes with you and cracking a small smile before finishing his initial thought, “would you give me a second, I’ll be right there.”

At that moment you had no idea what pissed you off more, the fact that he’d just brushed you off like that or the fact that he - as a Father no less - was having sex at the church. You watched as he pressed the woman’s legs together, leaning her back on his chest, and began thrusting his hips which made her moan out loud.

“There you go, I told you it would feel so much better if you didn’t hold your voice back” he cooed close to her ear as he gently patted her head a few times.

“P-Please Father…stop” she pleaded with him trying to push him away somehow, but neither her strength was enough nor the position she was in was ideal for that. Taiju, of course, pretended not to hear her and even quickened his pace, a small grin adorning his face.

“You really want me to stop now of all times? I thought you didn’t mind a little audience…just mere minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you in front of that other girl, you even cried about how your husband couldn’t get it up, and now this…?”

Even though your mind was still trying to figure out what the hell was happening, you still don’t know how and why, but you took a step forward, took the young girl by her arm, and pulled her off his lap, causing her to stumble a little and fall straight into your arms. That little maneuver of yours shocked the other two as well, though Taiju’s expression didn’t give away his surprise, on the contrary, he even looked painfully bored by that development. The woman, on the other hand, held onto you for a short while, before going beed-red, pushing herself off of you, and stumbling towards the exit of the church, head cast down in shame.

During that little scene, your eyes didn’t even once leave the man’s form. You watched him get up from the small chair, cover up his lower body, slick back some of his loose hair strands which were stuck on his forehead, and lean on the small cubicle’s door frame as he looked down at you in silence.

What the hell was that? Are you even aware of your position? What do you even think you’re doing? Why would you even do that when you know we agreed to meet right now? Did you want me to catch you?

So many thoughts and questions plagued your mind and were dying to be said out loud, but you held back. Taiju wasn’t the same young teen anymore, he was now a proper man in his thirties so who were you to tell him what to do and what not.

“Are you going to take her place?” he suddenly blurted out.

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he warned you in an unnaturally dark tone that made you freeze up. That sentence alone was enough to make you back away a few steps, though these few steps meant nothing to the tall man, who simply needed to get out of the confessional booth and he’d already be standing in front of you.

“You interrupted us, despite me telling you that I’d finish in a bit and now I’m stuck with a boner that you will take care of.”

His standoffish behavior and how he was able to utter such nonsense nonchalantly was beyond you, but you weren’t going to let that remark sit, so you crossed your arms and looked up at him like some kind of parent that was about to scold their kid.

“It’s your own fault for even doing it inside of the church. If you had at least enough decency to do it somewhere in the back where visitors usually wouldn’t notice, this wouldn’t have become a problem, Father”

Going on a one-on-one against Taiju wasn’t a good idea, it was in fact a horrible one, but you were riled up enough to dare it anyway and that alone made the man furrow his brows in annoyance, but the moment he heard you utter his title and even emphasize upon it with that cheeky tone, he felt the last bit of rationality leave him and snapped.

Before you knew it, Taiju had closed the distance between you and now that he was towering in front of you he took a tight hold of your hips, hoisting you up on his shoulder as if you weighed nothing at all as he made his way towards the altar. Everything happened so quickly that you couldn’t properly react before it was too late.

“T-Taiju, what are you doing?! Let me go!” The moment you’d found your voice again, you didn’t waste any time and began struggling as if your life depended on it. You tried tugging on the man’s clothing, punching his back with your fists and even tried pushing him away but nothing seemed to faze him. Before you could even try anything else you felt how his grip weakened and you were finally released.

You felt your back collide with the hard and cold surface of the altar and since the fall wasn’t as gentle as you would’ve expected it to be, it knocked some air out of your lungs. While you attempted to steady your breathing once more, the man positioned himself between your legs, sharp yellow eyes cast down on your form as he used your weakened state to unzip your jacket. He placed both of his hands on each of your sides, leaning himself forward as he took in the sight of you beneath him. Even though you were still fully clothed, having the person of his innermost desires in such a state so close to him couldn’t stop him from fantasizing about what you’d look like naked, and before he’d realized it, his big hand had dove underneath your pullover and was slowly gliding upwards, exposing your skin to the cold church air.

“Stop it! Get your hands away from me!” You thrashed about in an attempt to stop him from completely uncovering your upper body while you made sure to make it as audible as possible that you weren’t going to go along with his whims. Taiju on the other hand didn’t seem to mind your struggling, but you being loud didn’t sit that well with him at all. He grabbed your scarf, brought it up to your mouth, and pressed the fabric against it, muffling any further protest of yours.

“Mind your manners (Y/N)…this is still a church”

While the man’s eyes observed how goosebumps peppered your lower stomach, you weren’t in the mood of giving up and began kicking around you aimlessly, so when your foot came into contact with something, you froze. By the looks of it, you’d just kicked the man right in the stomach and yet he was completely unaffected and just grinned wider.

“Seems like someone’s not into caresses…want me to go down on you that badly?” he whispered out as he let his free hand slide down towards your waist, stopping there and slowly undoing your jeans’ belt, button, and zipper. Even though your body was getting more and more exposed by the minute you refrained from any further physical resistance, figuring that if you were silent enough he’d remove his hand from your mouth eventually, giving you the possibility of trying to talk him out of this. That change in strategy was a welcomed one, because not short after you went silent, was the pressure on your mouth relieved.

“Taiju, please don’t do this…I-I promise I won’t be mad about this, just please stop before it’s too late” you silently pleaded, but judging by the way your jeans were completely removed from your legs and thrown to the side, he wasn’t listening. His cold hands brushed against your lower belly as he gripped the thin fabric of your panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing your slightly wet core.

“Would you look at that…seems like you got quite turned on by that little scene you saw some minutes ago, or…was it the rough treatment that got you leaking like that?” he remarked, amusement dripping from his voice. “...shut up” you hissed out and immediately covered your reddening face. Meanwhile, his thick fingers gently spread your labia apart, his eyes taking in every single detail about his angel’s beautiful pussy. But just looking at it wasn’t enough. He felt how his trousers grew tighter than they already were mere moments ago, the desire to just thrust his cock inside of you and feel how your walls enveloped him, was growing so strong that he didn’t want to waste any more time, so after taking a deep breath he finally proceeded to taste you.

At the feeling of his wet tongue moving up and down across your wet entrance, you yelped out in surprise, back arching ever so slightly away from the altar’s surface. You wanted to keep as quiet as possible because the church picked up every single sound no matter how silent it was and let it echo around the entire building, but his skillful way of lapping up your arousal ruined that plan of yours quicker than expected. With one of his fingers, he began flicking your clit a couple of times, letting your juices stain his mouth as his eyes moved up to your face, and that’s when he noticed that you’d hid it away so he stopped his ministrations and removed himself from your crotch.

You felt relieved when he stopped and exhaled all the oxygen you’d held in as to stop your moans when you suddenly felt how you were being pulled up by your scarf, Taiju’s big hand supporting the back of your head as he undid the muffler, removing it completely, and revealing your reddened lips and flushed cheeks.

“Don’t hide,” he cooed as he slowly laid you back down, “show me everything”

With that said, he hoisted your legs up, pushing them down towards your torso, so now all of your private parts were visible for both you and him. The way he held you in place was uncomfortable, the position you found yourself in straining muscles you never thought you had, and to top it all off he was now able to directly look at any of your expressions.

Your eyes met for a brief second and you were the first one to look away, much to the man’s amusement before he once again dove between your legs to lap up the juices he’d missed earlier. While his tongue and fingers were busy preparing you for what’s to come, you made use of him being distracted and stole a couple of glances at his face and the way he relished in your taste.

“A-Ahh ngh” you moaned out loud as you felt a thick finger enter your insides.

“What are you looking at, hm?”

Before you could even attempt an answer, you felt another digit plunge inside of you and both started caressing your walls in a scissoring motion. The sudden stimulation made you see stars as you looked up at the church’s ceiling, the drawings of angels at the top looked even more majestic and real thanks to your momentary situation. Sadly, no matter how hard you tried to defy any of Taiju’s advances on you, his technique left nothing to be desired, both his fingers and tongue had found your weakest spots within minutes and were attacking them relentlessly with seemingly no intention to stop even if you came. You felt that all too familiar knot in your stomach tighten, hampering your breathing in the process. It’s been so long since you felt like that and you hated how good it felt to be dangling from the edge of bliss once more. Needless to say, you were ready to cum right then and there, but that’s when both Taiju’s tongue and fingers left your body.

You were about to protest but when your eyes met his striking yellow ones, staring down at you in satisfaction, did you realize just what you had subconsciously agreed to.

“Impatient I see, well don’t worry I’m also reaching my limit” he eventually said and began undoing his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and with no holds barred he let his cock spring free from its confines as well. He carefully let your hips down once more and plopped his entire girth down on your lower stomach, his intention being none other than wanting you to see how far up he’d reach once he was inside of you.

“Wait, w-what are you doing?” you finally found your voice and this was the first thing you managed to formulate in your panicked state. The grin that adorned his lips resembled that of a mischievous boy and not a middle-aged Father of a church.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asked, pulling you up towards him once more so that your faces were but a breath away before slamming his lips against yours, his rough tongue making use of your confusion to enter your mouth and start slithering about. Thanks to his grip on both the back of your head and hips you couldn’t move away and were forced to remain still as he slowly moved his pelvis back, positioning his tip right at your entrance and slowly pushing it in.

At first, the stretch wasn’t as bad as you’d assumed but the further he penetrated you the worse it got.

Your body began to shiver, your pained moans and groans swallowed by his kiss. Much to your surprise he let up not short after and gently placed your forehead on his shoulder, his big hand caressing your head in a comforting motion.

“Deep breaths..it’s almost in” he whispered next to your ear as he removed some of your hair strands from your face, making sure that you were still with him. Meanwhile, you were a complete mess. Countless thoughts and feelings were circling your mind, making it nearly impossible for you to tell the difference between up and down, so having him murmur something to you while he literally split you in half wasn’t helping; it had quite the opposite effect. Just as he was about to say something else you bit into his wrist, which barely even made him twitch but instead he just clicked his tongue and lowered you down on the altar once more.

Truth be told, the fact that he couldn’t just ram it in as he did with all the others frustrated him beyond belief, you were special to him so he wanted to treat you accordingly, but with the way your insides were fluttering around his shaft, made it seem like you were trying to pull him in and he had held back enough already so with one thrust forward he sank his entire length balls-deep inside of you. “N-Nho aah!” you moaned out loud as some tears rolled down your cheeks, the pain making you tense up which only amplified the unpleasant feeling between your legs. Thankfully, Taiju didn’t even dare to move and instead made it his next mission to let you adjust to him while he indulged in the rest of your body.

He used one of his hands to massage your clit in order to make you wetter and facilitate his thrusts later on while his other busied itself with your breasts. And finally, after a good while of those repeated ministrations, your walls began to relax around his length so he gave you an experimental thrust, and indeed, you arched your back slightly as he carefully pulled out, a shaky breath leaving your mouth as he slowly moved his hips back forward, and when he bottomed out once more a barely audible mewl gave him the last confirmation he needed to start moving properly.

Damn it…I hate this and how good it feels

You tried your best to keep as silent and stoic as possible but unfortunately, you didn’t look as unfaced as you thought you did. In Taiju’s eyes, he saw your slightly blushing cheeks and the way you nibbled on your lip to stop your voice from escaping and it only made it more obvious how much pleasure you were truly feeling so he took that as yet another sign to speed up his hips’ movement.

“You’re taking me so well angel…look, can you feel how deep I’m actually inside of you?” he breathed out as he planted his palm on your lower body, pressing down on your skin until even he was able to feel himself going back and forth. The way he was holding you down caused his tip to graze your g-spot with every rock of his hips and you couldn’t help but cry out.

“G-God..! N-…there”

“God? Ha…I’m the only god you need” and with that he took a firm hold of your hips, lifting them so he could angle himself better, making sure he reached the deepest parts within you.

The familiar wet slapping sound had never sounded as erotic as it did right now and it only made him hungrier for both you and your reactions. His thoughts were filled with nothing but you and all the things he’d love to do and try out on you.

“…stop g-growing inside”

When your silent voice reached his ears and your - in comparison - smaller hand touched his bigger one, did his brain click, making him realize just what he was doing.

It was no secret that he’d harbored feelings for the person who’d saved him when he was at his lowest, who’d been there when he needed someone by his side, had acted out of her own free will, and wasn’t afraid of him or his appearance. He’d fantasized of the day when he’d finally embrace you in his arms and show you how he’d bettered himself for you so that you not only see him as the rowdy kid from back then but a proper and stand up man who was worthy of your attention and love…and yet he’d let his instinct take over once more.

In frustration he glared down on your splayed-out body, took a hold of your legs to wrap them around his hips, and leaned down, his massive frame nearly crushing you despite him supporting himself on his forearms, which he’d positioned next to your head on each side.

Hang in there was all he said before cupping your ass to make you meet his sloppy but still deep thrusts. He threw his entire rationality away and began aiming straight for your womb, the desire to paint your insides white with his seed and fill them up to the brim making the vein on his forehead pop out in excitement.

Oh my dear Lord, is this yet another test of my will? Was it that unbreakable that you decided to bring me my angel and see if I’d stray from the right path?

While Taiju’s mind was occupied his body was still very much eager to bring you to orgasm. Your insides had eventually gotten used to both his girth and length or better said he was forcefully molding them into his own shape, making you just the perfect cocksleeve for himself. Your mind was in shambles. Did you want to resist his advances or accept them in the hope that he’d realize his mistake on his own?

Or was that ever your intention in the first place?

His thrusts had been so persistent and precise since the first moment they’d begun rearranging your guts and it didn’t take you long to start moaning and whining whenever his tip knocked at the entrance of your womb.

My Lord…have I failed you now? Should I have resisted my urges and impulses or was releasing them the right path to take for my rehabilitation?

You felt his shaft grow inside of you, even more, its veins now more pronounced than before, further intensifying the stimulation that came with every rock of his pelvis. Being so close to his face you also noticed how his breathing became heavier and sometimes he’d even let out a low groan. His thrusts’ rhythm became sloppier and he eventually needed to take a hold of your buttocks to make you meet his momentum; it was as if he’d reduced you to a mere sex toy that helps him get off.

“I’ll be cumming inside of you” Taiju eventually breathed out as he leaned back, straightening himself once more, and let his hand run through his slightly messed up hair, temporally removing any hair strands that blocked his vision and hindered him from seeing the face you’d make once he expelled his load within you.

Reaching an orgasm on his own was half the fun, so he always made sure that his partners either cummed at the same time as he did or shortly after. Seeing usually serious faces contort into ones filled with immense pleasure, as their bodies trembled like leaves in the wind, was what drove him to corrupt so many in the first place, making them unable to live on without his cock was just a byproduct that fueled his ego.

But you would be the cherry on top, the one that would overshadow anyone he has slept with, he was sure of that. You had a different standing in his life right from the get-go and now that he’s had a taste, he won’t let you go that easily.

“T-Taiju…” you whispered out his name as you dug your fingernails in his arms, a signal he understood without you having to explain.

“Gonna cum? Ha, so you felt good didn’t you?”

You hissed out a shut up as you glared at him, but that only made the man let out one of the most heartfelt laughs you’d ever heard.

“Confession is good for the soul you know” he cooed before letting his hand run along your chest, stopping at your breasts to knead them and play with your nipples.

“But I don’t mind you resisting the pleasure…makes breaking you so much more fun.”

And with that, he went for the last spurt. Each of his hands was busy teasing your sensitive spots, while his pelvis slapped against your ass creating that all too familiar slapping sound. Having both your chest and clit played with while his thick cock piston-fucked you, brought you back to the edge, and all it took to make you finally cum was but a few more thrusts.

Your insides tightened up around his engorged shaft, holding onto it in the hope of him to slow down but for naught, his movements became more sloppy but didn’t lose on speed and precision. The way you’d creamed on his length additionally to the way your insides fluttered against it, provided the man with a naughty sight that was enough stimulation to make him reach his high not short after.

In your overly-sensitive state, you felt how his cum sprayed against your womb’s entrance and slowly filled that small space between his tip and your deepest parts. You shuddered at the sensation and tightened your legs’ grip around his hips, while he let out a shaky breath, head cast down, and his eyes closed to savor his own orgasm.

My Lord…you've warned us so many times to be wary of the temptations the forbidden fruit bears, you’ve put me through so many trials so that I iron my willpower and faith, and up until now I’ve never failed to meet your expectations…but now…?

Once his eyes could focus again they directed their attention down to where you were lying, panting, lips red from biting and pressing them together, your clothes just one big mess, and when he saw the marks his hands had left behind on your hips he realized just how fragile you were.

I’ve let my desires get the best of me...I've sinned and I've failed you...forgive me, my Lord

He let his hand glide all the way down from your neck to where the two of you were still connected. Meeting your gaze was impossible now; your eyes looked as dead as that of a fish’s and all light had left your irises, signifying your resignation with the entire situation. Even if he caressed your face with such gentleness and warmth you were cold all over.

It pained him to see his usually brilliant angel like that so he figured that now that he’s corrupted and sullied you it was his task to make you smile again.

Oh my dear Lord, was this inner conflict another trial you decided to put me through? To see if I’d own up to my decisions? If so…then I will see this through to the end…the very end

Taiju carefully pulled his hips back a little, one hand still holding onto your already bruised waist as the other gently tapped his own forehead, moving down to his navel, back up to the right side of his chest, and lastly stopped at his left pecs just a little above his heart before he brought it back to his lips, kissing his fingertips and casting his gaze up to the church’s colorfully painted ceiling.

Amen

#slutty old men collab 😈#tokyorev x reader smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev scenarios #taiju shiba x reader #taiju shiba smut #taiju smut #━𝚃𝙾𝙺𝚈𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚅

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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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All our dreams can come true--if we have the courage to pursue them. - Walt Disney

Ever imagine your faves posed as different Disney characters, or living in a Disney-like au? Nostalgic (for us who've watched, read, and sung Disney for years), isn't it? Well, this is the perfect collab for you! In celebration of my second anniversary here in Tumblr, experience the Disney magic with "A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes" collab (yeah, ik it's a mouthful but the song title's stuck in my head, so la di dah~).

🍎 This is an SFW collab event open to artists/writers of all ages, with the theme being all things Disney (only animated films made by both Walt Disney Animation Studio and PIXAR, plus Mary Poppins and Enchanted). 🍎 Fandoms are Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, and Obey Me. 🍎 All forms of work (art, drabbles/fics, moodboards etc) and any genre are allowed, except NSFW. Suggestive themes are okay (provided that it is stated in the tags). 🍎 To join, just send in an ask with your character/s + art/writing + Disney/PIXAR film au. Reblog this masterpost after you've been added to the list. E.g., Hi~ can i join your collab with Kenma + art + UP? 🍎 Character/au repeats are allowed, but you can only submit two entries (per blog). 🍎 For writing, there is no minimum word count, but please use the readmore function if your work's word count is 500~. 🍎 There is no deadline in this collab (y'all can join the collab any time too), so take your time in doing your entries. Don't hesitate to send me an ask or DM for questions regarding the collab. 🍎 Tag me at @mrskodzuken, link the collab masterpost to your entry (optional), and use the hashtag '#dreamydisneycollab' to track when you post! 🍎 Lastly, enjoy drawing/writing~! Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! <3

🍎 HAIKYUU!!

@/mrskodzuken - Kozume Kenma + UP (art)

@kagejima - Bokuto Koutarou + Hercules

@solamoure - Miya Atsumu + Tangled (art)

@romiyaro - Miya Atsumu + tbd

@quirrrky - Kuroo Tetsurou + Sleeping Beauty/Cinderella

@quirrrky - Oikawa + Hercules (art)

@satisfactooru - Hinata Shoyo + Peter Pan

@minnie-lee - Kuroo Tetsurou + Tangled

@tobibam - Akaashi Keiji + Cinderella

@chibishae34 - Akaashi Keiji + Atlantis: The Lost Empire

@tinymaru - Tendou Satori + Ratatouille (art)

@assumeatsumu - Miya Atsumu + Pinocchio

@asunflowerana - Kageyama Tobio + Mulan

🍎 JUJUTSU KAISEN

@kagejima - Ryomen Sukuna + The Hunchback of Notre Dame

@yuutakittie - Okkotsu Yuta + Cinderella

@discordkittenjoestar - Geto Suguru

@chibishae34 - Fushiguro Megumi + The Little Mermaid

@vampkaashis-wife - Inumaki Toge + Beauty and the Beast

🍎 OBEY ME!

@tinymaru - Belphegor + Sleeping Beauty (art)

@lou-struck - Mammon + The Sword in the Stone

🍎 TOKYO REVENGERS

(to be added soon)

#dreamydisneycollab #haikyuu #jujutsu kaisen #obey me #obey me shall we date #tokyorev #tokyo revengers #disney collab #disney #haikyuu x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #obey me x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #re: collab events

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zaenaris · 2 years

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Today was a good day

#inukoko #kokonui #inui seishu #kokonoi hajime #tokyo revengers #meme #all the brands were waiting for the official confirmation of S2 to unleash their beasts #good for them and good for us #tokyorev merch #tokyorev collab #zae talks about tr

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clovers-garden-co · 2 years

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒶𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑀𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓂!

「 its like a first collab im doin so, yeah :D 」

anyone can join really i dont mind

the quest is to write little cute scenarios about mikey and his pet frog, beam!

idk about word limits

you can write angst, fluff.. dont put nsfw bc why? no but seriously whatchu gonna write about? fucking a frog? weirdo.

you could do art as well if ya want

go crazy :D jus send me n ask and ill add you

dont forget the tagz stuff. or you can keep it

(edit: don’t forget to tag "beam!")

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

⭐️ - @senjuseyelashes story here!

💗 - @clovers-garden-co story here!

#mikey x reader #tokyo revengers #anime #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyorev headcanons #mikey sano #manjiro sano #beam!#first.. collab? ☁︎

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mikage-rehoe · 6 months

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Fatherhood (fa-ther-hood) /ˈfäT͟Hərˌho͝od/ n. The state of being a father.

From the Kitty Archives☆: In celebration of hitting another milestone, I welcome you all to a wonderful collab full of the ups and downs of being a father—Oh My Daddy! Collab, an open SFW collaboration event.

Click here for the original masterpost; to old collab participants, you have the option to either stay or drop off the collab (no need to inform me) /gen

☆ Open for writers and artists of all ages (no need to follow me).

☆ The theme for this collab event is ‘dads/fathers/fatherhood'.

☆ Fandoms are Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Obey Me, Blue Lock.

* Characters who are canon dads (e.g.: Fushiguro Toji, the V-League volleydads from MSBY Black Jackals and Schweiden Adlers et al) are also allowed.

* Characters who are teenagers canonically MUST BE AGED UP (unless, in both Haikyuu’s and Tokyo Revengers’s cases, post-timeskip).

☆ All forms of work (art, drabbles/fics, moodboards etc) and any genre are allowed, except for NSFW. Suggestive themes are okay (provided that it is stated in the tags). There is no minimum word count for written posts, but kindly use the readmore function if your work's wc is 500~ (to avoid dash clogging). Submitting from AO3 is allowed too, provided that you send me a link of your finished work.

☆ To join, just send in an ask (NOT via DM) with your character/s from the given fandom/s+ art/writing. Ex.: Hiiiii~ can I join with daddy Gojo + art? thank you <3333

* Each person/blog can only have a maximum of two (2) entries.

* Each character can be claimed three (3) times, regardless of writing/art.

* After being added to the masterlist, please reblog it so that other creators may know of the collab.

☆ There is no deadline in this collab (y'all can join the collab any time too), so take your time in doing your entries. Don’t hesitate to send me an ask or DM for questions regarding the collab.

☆ Tag me at @sugarbebenireo , link the new collab masterpost to your entry (optional), and use the hashtag '#ohmydaddycollab' to track when you post! Lastly, enjoy drawing/writing~! :3

*some of the already submitted entries from the original masterpost were not added here due to blogs deactivated/changed URL names/deleted or moved their works to other sites.

👔 Haikyuu!!

@mrskodzuken - Kozume Kenma

@/shinichirosweetheart - Ukai Keishin

@sakusa-kiyomine - Miya Atsumu

@onigirintarou - Ushijima Wakatoshi

@mekiza - Bokuto Koutarou

@taelia15 - Sakusa Kiyoomi

@hhuen1ng - Oikawa Tooru

@quirrrky - Kuroo Tetsurou

@vemuabhi - Oikawa Tooru

@suyacho - Sawamura Daichi

👔 Jujutsu Kaisen

@jotatetsuken - Nanami Kento

@mitsuyaya - Okkotsu Yuuta

@hopeluna - Gojo Satoru

👔 Tokyo Revengers

@kisa-rae - Tetta Kisaki

@romiyaro - Sano Manjiro

@kenslilove - Ryuuguji Ken

👔 Obey Me!

(n/a)

👔 Blue Lock

@quirrrky - Mikage Reo

@headhedgehog - Barou Shouei

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ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴍx. ᴍᴀᴅᴀʀᴀᴍᴇ

includes: Alter & Shion Madarame

summary: A talk show interview about my famous actor husband, Shion Madarame, as his spouse Alter Madarame.

cw: selfship, swearing

wc: 1.9k / fandom: Tokyo Revengers

a/n: This is for @arozaur and @arlertslove collab, "Selfship Collab"

“Thank you for being here with us Alter, it is so amazing to have Shion’s spouse here with us today, on our little talkshow.” Shaking hands I smile at the polite greeting.

“Of course! It’s such a cute little town, I am so happy to be here.”

“So tell us, we want all the tea about you and Shion’s relationship! Bring us back to the start, how did you two meet?”

“Well….”

Funny enough, we met through our high school. He was in the classic ‘bad boy’ and I was your average class president in our second year. The amount of times I was on his ass for picking fights or skipping class. I’m sure we were the schools biggest enemies. Hated him for the longest time because Shion was always itching for a fight, for someone to beat down, to steal from someone, or just get in trouble. It pissed me off.

We just didn’t match at all, but you know what they say ‘opposites attract’.

I remember it clearly as the day I fell for that idiot. Rain was pouring harder than the weather channel could have ever predicted, considering they didn’t predict it at all, I didn’t have an umbrella. So I was standing under the school entrance waiting for it to lighten up enough that I could walk home. But by the look of the clouds that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

Looking around, I noticed a black jacket on the ground and a blond haired guy hunched over a small cardboard box. I was about to go over and tell Shion off for respecting his uniform, until I heard a little meow. Ignoring the rain dripping down, I stand a good distance away so he doesn’t notice me and just observe him.

A small orange and black cat resided in the box, meowing at Shion as he stroked its back. And I just remember being so taken back by his actions, because the big rough and tough delinquent was being all soft and careful with a little kitten.

It was quite an adorable sight I must admit. And I remember my heart beating so fast I thought it was going to burst out of my chest, I couldn’t even be bothered by the rain anymore as I ran home; embarrassed at my crush on Shion that had formed that day.

“Wow, that's such a cute story! Who would have thought that Shion would have such a soft spot for cats.”

Giggling, you nod, smiling at the fond memory that has led me to my life with Shion. “It’s been a wild ride but I couldn’t say I'd do it with anyone else but him.”

The audience awes in unison as the talk show host puts a hand over their heart, awwing with the crowd. “That is so cute, I must admit. I love your guys dynamic! So you mention that you’ve met in high school, can I ask, how long have you been non-binary and how has Shion taken it?” Letting out a dry chuckle, I smile at the host.

It’s funny enough to say Shion has known me when I was a female, and he was my biggest fan and supporter when I started to transition. We met when we were only 15 years old; kids really. At the time, I was struggling with my identity, so I was hyper feminine.

You can ask Shion, I used to have so many colourful scrunchies, hair bands, bracelets and necklaces. Anything that I thought made me look more girly. But I soon realized that this person wasn’t me and I decided to change. I cut my hair shorter, coming to school on a monday with ear length hair, compared to lower back length that i used to have.

Of course Shoin being the dummy he is, questioned my hair and asked if I was trying to look like a guy. I told him “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m just trying something new, what’s it to you?” I may have come off too harsh at the time, because he never questioned my appearance again.

Though when I switched uniforms under the guidance of the academy, he asked me again what was going on, and that’s when I decided it was time to come out as who I was, who Alter was.

I remember standing in front of the class, gripping my pants with almost a death grip out of anxiety. “Thank you all for your attention, I have a small announcement to make that I believe will affect all of you. Please pay attention, and ask questions if you feel it is needed.”

Chuckling as I make eye contact with the audience, “I would like to think since Shoin has become such a star, I’ve gotten a lot better speaking in front of an audience and having people hold onto my words.” The host raises their eyebrows at me, “Did you struggle with anxiety when you were younger?” The question makes me chuckle thinking of younger me and how terrified I'd be to be talking on a live show. “Oh, for sure.”

I came out to my class, and everyone was accepting, especially Shion; which wasn’t expected. If anything I expected him to give me shit for transitioning from female to non-binary, but he’s always been so supportive.

The host gives a giant, tv-worth smile as they turn to the camera. “Well that’s such a cute story, now isn’t it? Stay tuned after these commercials for more stories of Alter Madarame, Shion Madarame’s spouse!”

The director calls a break as makeup assistants run in to fix hair and makeup of myself and the host. “It’s really such an honour to be able to be talking with you, mx.Madarame.” The host cheers, as I flush at the comment, “Please you don’t have to say that, you’re honestly too kind, the pleasure is all mine.”

“We're back on in 10!” The director calls out as we get back into position, laughing at nothing in particular as the cameras set back up on us. “Welcome back everyone, I’m here with Alter Madarame, Shion Madarame’s spouse! We’re here to hear the tea of their relationship with all the cute little antidotes!” They talk to the camera, turning back to me with the next question, “So Alter, please tell us, when Shion isn’t working or practicing for a role, what does he do?”

Shion, being a famous actor, is often busy with work, but the rare chance he gets some time off, he adores blacksmith work. We have a little shed created just for him to work. Shion has admitted to me before that when he was younger, you know how people sleep with a bat beside their bed for safety? Shion does that but just a little more ‘Shion-y’, as he sleeps with his brass knuckles under his pillow.

Their gold with amethyst gemstones on the knuckles in honour of me, with purple being my favourite colour. Though he’s also worked on weaponry, such as daggers, historical swords, hunting knives, etc. I can’t remember a time when he had a day off that he wasn't in the forge. Though he is very attentive to me, I adore horror movies and even though he gets scared so easily he’ll always watch them with me.

One of our favourites to watch together is Killer Klowns from Outer Space, I love it cause it was one of my first horror movies, and he loves it cause it isn’t too scary but more on the fun side.

A hobby that he’ll probably kill me to talk about is fostering cats. We work closely with a rescue shelter nearby, and take in the younger kittens to train them and socialize them mostly, and then send them back for families to go to. I have to admit though we did fall in love with a Russian blue cat, and ended up keeping her. You probably know her as our little Goose, and that’s where we got her from.

Don’t tell Shion I said this but, he is such a sweetheart with the kittens. He’s so gentle and kind, it’s really making me consider kids with him just based on seeing him interact with the cats. But for now we'll stick with our baby, Goose.

The host looks at me with wide eyes, open mouth like a fish gasping for air. “Children?!” She shouts, obviously not even thinking of any questions about it, as they quickly try to compose themselves. “Sorry, I was just taken aback. I thought you had made it very clear you didn’t want kids in any form.” Avoiding their gaze, I let out a little chuckle as I picked at my fingers. “Well you see…”

“What do you mean you aren’t gonna get pregnant?” Shion whines out, as I sit on his thighs, massaging his back. Leaning down I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, “You know the mere thought of getting pregnant scares me, if we want kids we can adopt.” He pouts at me, though I can’t see it, I can almost feel the pout radiating off his body.

“What’s wrong with just having pets and calling them our babies?” I mumble out as I roll off, laying down next to him. He chuckles, shifting around to face me. “Ain’t nothing wrong with that, just saying it would be nice to have a tiny human running around here, ya know?” Rolling my eyes, I just let my head hit the pillow, reaching my arm out to wrap around him as I tangle our legs together. “Cuddles?” I whisper out as he smiles, shifting to move me pressed against his chest.”

The audience awes at the story, as the host turns to me, “So do you think you’ll ever have kids? Like human kids?” They laugh at their own joke, as I join along, “Well like I said, I don’t want to become pregnant, as it’s a fear of mine. But I can’t say I’d be against adopting children.” Smiling fondly as I think about Shion with our non-existent children. “Well that’s time, but thank you so much Alter Madarame for being here with us today! I’m sure our viewers are ecstatic to see their interview. Thank you again!” They smile out, as we shake hands, “Of course, thank you so much for having me, it was such a great time!”.

I sigh, stepping through the door into silence. That was exhausting to say the least, I don’t know how talk show hosts do this as their full-time jobs. Just being on camera for two hours had completely exhausted me, ‘Can’t wait till Shion gets back home, for now I need to recharge.’ Thinking to myself as I grab a throw blanket and wrap myself up on the couch with our cat Goose. She purrs, coming to sit on my lap as I switch on Netflix and watching a baking show.

Hours pass by as late afternoon turns into night. A half eaten container of chicken ranch poutine sits on the table, as I stay curled up with the cat. My eyes struggle to stay up as I nod off. Sleep starts to take over as I lean my head back on the couch, napping with the cat. The front door opens as Shion tries to slip in quietly.

Kicking his shoes off, he quietly calls out for me, “Alter? You here baby?”. Though turning the corner, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of me and Goose curled up on the couch, napping together. Shion lets out a breathless chuckle, as he joins us on the couch, grabbing a blanket to drape over the three of us. “Goodnight my babies.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, Shion allows himself to join us in dreamland.

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