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tala-bez-i · 5 months ago

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At first sight Chapter Seventeen

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3801

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Not even an hour had passed when several black cars drove up to the Uchiyama family's house and several dozen men who worked for Bonten entered.

You wouldn't be surprised to see Kisaki or Kakucho, but Takeomi... No, you were a little surprised to see the advisor. You were told that Sanzu and the two Haitanis were on their way.

You were sitting at the dining room table, holding a glass of cold water in your hands. Kisaki ordered Emiko to be taken to a car and taken to Bonten's hideout so he could interrogate her again later. You yourself were going to talk to the woman about your shared child. Yes, you took the woman's word that Yuuta was yours.

Yuuta, Yuu... Ryousuke Uchiyama. His nickname and your son's name were pure coincidence, or at least that's what you wanted to think. Up until now, you've never heard of any Yuu working for Bonten as a minor assassin.

You were tired of the whole situation, so you stared at the box with a dull look. After returning from the toilet, you opened it again and, with Emiko completely silent, you began to look through its contents. This way you found one and only photo of the boy. When you asked her if this was the last photo of Yuuta before she gave him to the orphanage, she nodded.

You reached into the box and pulled out the photo again. The boy had small bruises on one side of his face, but his pale pink lips were stretched into a sweet smile. There was a dimple in one of his cheeks, just like yours. Long eyelashes like Emiko's adorned the boy's eyes, which were the same color as yours, and single unruly strands of black hair stuck out to the sides. Yuuta seemed to be a small boy for his age, but you put it down to the way his mother took care of him.

You weren't able to get an answer out of her as to where exactly the boy went, but you decided to talk to her about it later... Provided, of course, that Mikey didn't kill her first.

Takeomi entered the room and sat down next to you at the table. He sighed heavily and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. You sat in silence for a few minutes, but you knew the man was watching you carefully.

“If I didn't see the resemblance between you and the boy in the photo, I'd say the bitch is screwing you over.” He said after a while, taking another drag on his cigarette.

“I don't know what would be better. The fact that I really have a child or that it's the most ordinary lie in the world.

Takeomi scratched his head, sitting more comfortably in his chair.

“Hmm. A lie would be the easiest.” He said after a moment, and you looked at him. Akashi's eyes stared into the distance. “I can't imagine what you're going through right now. I know you loved Emiko and wanted to start a family with her. Fuck, if she wanted to get rid of the baby, she could have found you and given it back to you. She knew exactly how much you wanted to have a child.”

“Weird, isn't it?” You laughed bitterly. “A thug like me…”

“No, no, no. Y/n. No.” The man shook his head and frowned. "Do not even think like that. This isn't weird at all. Many of us do not want to have children because we do not want to commit ourselves permanently and bear this burden, so to speak. You simply know how to separate your legal life from your criminal life. You have a gift for it and I'm sure the kid wouldn't even know what his old man was doing.”

“Hmm, maybe.” You stroked the photo with your thumb, bringing your gaze back to it.

“You want to find him.” Takeomi said after a while and took a drag from his cigarette. “There won't be any way to talk you out of it, right?”

“As long as he hasn't already gone to some family... I want him, Takeomi. I want to raise him.”

“Fuck…” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It's going to be hard, you know that, Y/n?”

“And wouldn't you want your own child back?”

“Just without those tricks, L/n.” He wagged his finger at you and sighed again. “I fucked up taking care of my younger siblings, I guess I'm not a good candidate for a father.”

“You were a child yourself then. People change."

“You tend to be more stubborn and a pain in the ass than Haruchiyo. You know about it?" The Bonten advisor grimaced and lit another cigarette.

"Thank you."

“It wasn't a compliment.” The other grunted coldly and turned towards the entrance to the dining room. “By the way, nice shit down there.”

“Yeah, nice.” You put Yuuta's photo in the box and put the lid on. You drank the rest of the water and pushed the empty glass away. “What did they do with those girls…”

“The boys found the cameras.” Takeomi said indifferently and licked his lips. “There will be a lot of material to watch.”

You looked at him with disgust. “Do you want to watch this? Isn't a fresh corpse enough for you?”

“Of course I don't want to. Who do you think I am?" The man was outraged.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that.”

Akashi placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it lightly. “I know, I'm sorry too…”

He had barely finished speaking when you heard a noise in the hall. Quick footsteps were approaching and soon Sanzu ran into the dining room holding his katana. He looked at you with some madness in his eyes and opened his mouth to say something but gave up and continued his steps towards the basement.

Rindou followed closely behind, but Ran entered the dining room and nodded to you and Takeomi.

“Gentlemen.” He bowed his head slightly and looked in the direction his younger brother had gone. “Hanma was serious?”

“Depends on what he told you.” You grumbled, rubbing your face with your hand. God, you were so tired...

"Drugs, weapons cache... Torture chamber... Living dead..." Elder Haitani began to list and your stomach flipped at the memory of the poor girl. “Oh, sorry, Y/n. I didn't think you were that sensitive.”

“Why don't you go down there yourself and we'll see who's more sensitive, hmm?” Takeomi growled and Ran raised one eyebrow, the mischievous smirk disappearing from his handsome face.

“Is that bad?” He asked in a more serious tone. “I thought that psychopath was joking.”

Before either of you could say anything, you heard a loud thump like someone running up the stairs, a door banging off the wall, and the sound of puking.

“Rindou?” Ran asked loudly in concern, apparently recognizing the person just by the sounds of regurgitation. He moved quickly towards the toilet, and you heard snippets of conversation between the brothers.

“Huh. I lasted longer. I think I won.” You said in a flat tone and Takeomi snorted before taking a drag from his cigarette.

“We all won. Another unwanted trauma, but…” He pursed his lips and shrugged. “Maybe not Haru. His brain is being eaten away by drugs, so he probably won't be impressed by the sight.”

You immediately remembered how one time the pink-haired man told you what he did with Yasuhiro Muto, so you silently agreed with Akashi. You were willing to bet some amount of money that Sanzu wouldn't even have a nightmare anytime soon.

“Takeomi.” Kisaki appeared in the doorway with a straight face and the man sitting next to you rose from his chair and patted your shoulder.

“I will make sure you still have the opportunity to talk to Mrs. Uchiyama, but I make no promises.” He said quietly and followed the blonde out of the house.

You were left alone in the kitchen and stood up to pour yourself another glass of cold water. Personally, you would prefer something stronger, but you had to give it up for now. This was not the time or place to drink alcohol.

There were a lot of people from Bonten in the basement and throughout the house. They had to get everything from the basement warehouse as quickly as possible, you couldn't risk the police showing up. Akashi assured that your man at the station is trying to manage everything so that reports of suspicious activity do not get forward, but the risk was very high.

Rindou came into the kitchen, pale as a sheet, so you gave him a glass of water, which he accepted with relief. He drank the contents, then filled the glass again, and again. He leaned on the table and bowed his head.

“Fuck. What the fuck was going on here, Y/n?” He said quietly, not looking at you.

“That's what builds Bonten's reputation.”

“Not on this scale, for fuck's sake. Not on this scale.”

“There's nothing we can do about it now, Rindou. Where's Ran?"

“He went down to the basement, to Hanma and Sanzu. This motherfucker had a hysterical attack at the sight of the drugs stockpiled there. Like he won the fucking lottery.” Rindou rubbed his face with his hand and shook his head. “Do you know who that girl was?”

“No. She's in such a condition that only DNA tests will reveal her identity."

The younger Haitani was silent for a moment before he swallowed hard and looked up at you tiredly. “Or after getting the tattoo adjusted.”

You frowned. “Tattoo? Her body was covered with wounds, but I didn't see any..."

“Because they cut it off along with the skin. You can’t tell me you didn’t see the big wound on her chest.”

You froze and felt bile rise to your mouth. You actually noticed the wound, but you would never have thought that they had removed the tattoo...

“But how can you match a tattoo that is no longer there?”

“You didn't go deeper into the warehouse, did you?”

“No... Only for the weapon crates....”

“Next there were display cases.” He shook his head. “I understand that you didn't notice because the lights were off, but when Sanzu turned them on... Four display cases, almost covering the entire fucking wall... And in them there was an exhibition of pieces of human skin with tattoos.”

"Fuck..." You whispered, widening your eyes at the man.

“I want to burn this fucking house down and raze everything to the ground. We can lose our position because of such motherfuckers. The police will start snooping even harder.”

You nodded and headed out of the dining room, intending to go down to the basement again.

“Where are you going, Y/n?” Rindou asked worriedly as he followed you.

“Somewhere there are disks with recordings from cameras in the basement. We have to secure them. Otherwise they will fall into the wrong hands.” You explained and started walking down the stairs. The stench of decay was much stronger now, but you fought the urge to vomit.

“For fuck's sake... I'm coming with you.” Raindou growled dissatisfied and followed you.

You entered the torture chamber again and your eyes involuntarily moved to the corner where the dead girl's body was still lying. Someone had covered her with some kind of tarp, but her tiny foot was sticking out from underneath. You looked away and started searching the room with Rindou.

From the side of the warehouse, you heard Haruchiyo Sanzu's maniacal laughter. He was in seventh heaven, at least he was in an excellent mood. You slowly walked into the warehouse and saw the boys stuffing packets of drugs into their black sports bags, the pink-haired man tasting the white powder with a blissful look on his face. Ran had a white handkerchief pressed to his nose and mouth and with wide eyes he was looking at the tattoo display cases mentioned earlier by his younger brother, and Hanma was talking to someone on the phone. His voice expressed tension mixed with anxiety, but from the individual words you understood that he was talking to someone from the police.

Sanzu straightened up from the table he was leaning over and turned towards the entrance. He saw you and his lips stretched into a smile that reached his blue eyes.

“Y/n!” He spread his arms wide and scanned the room with a sparkling gaze, like a little child in a candy store. “Look at all this! Look what they stole from us!”

You slowly walked closer and the man wrapped you in a tight hug, laughing loudly and sincerely. “This is one of the best days of my fucking life!” He moved an arm's length away from you and placed both of his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face in a tender way. His voice was gentle and the smile never left his lips. “And it's all thanks to you, Y/n. You found the key and you found the passage.”

You were surprised by his tender gesture and maybe in other circumstances you would have submitted to him without a second thought, but... You looked into his dilated pupils and the man understood the silent hint. He smiled even wider, patted your face playfully and moved his hands to take the opened package of drugs.

“They also have LSD and other goods in liquid form. Few bottles. I bet they stole them from a drug lab. After all, these are samples for comparison. They still have the labels.” He sighed and put the package into a black bag. “All worth millions. Millions!”

“I'm glad I pleased you…” You said softly and bit the inside of your cheek lightly. “We need to take everything away as quickly as possible…”

"I know." He sounded slightly irritated, but the joy of discovering the magazine kept his spirits high.

“This girl…”

“Yukiko.” He said in a calm tone, not looking at you. “The same one Mikey beat up the other day.”

"What?" Your voice was quiet. You watched Sanzu's calm movements as if the topic of your conversation was the weather. "How do you know?"

“On the table next to the display cases there is a fresh piece of skin with a tattoo. Two dripping cherries. Yukiko had one on one breast.” He finished packing his bag and zipped it up. “Mikey told the guys to send her back to her pimp. Who knew the poor thing would end up like this?”

“I know Mikey was mad at her… But…”

“He'll be furious when he finds out what happened to her.” A cruel smile appeared on Haruchiyo's lips. “He wanted to punish her, not kill her. I know he ordered her to be brought back to the hideout next month.”

You scratched your head and watched as the crates of weapons were carefully carried out of the warehouse. Hanma walked closer to you, still using his phone.

“We still have 40 minutes.” He said and then shouted at the others to move faster or they would be fucked. “Ran! We're leaving. We need to find the fucking camera footage.”

Haitani walked up to him obediently and gave you a look full of different emotions. You were alone with Sanzu in the warehouse for a while. He smiled gently and walked up to you, leaning towards you enough that you felt the warmth coming from his body and the smell of his perfume.

“I still think you going out with Hanma was a bad idea…” His hot breath fanned across your cheek and your heart skipped a beat. “But as they say, there is no evil that does not come to good. Thank you, Y/n.” He gently brushed his lips against your cheek and without waiting for your reaction, he pulled away from you, took the last bag of drugs, his katana and left the warehouse.

There were only empty shelves left in the room, a trace of crates on the floor and... - you raised your gaze and directed it at the wall with display cases - and trophies in the still lit display cases. You shuddered and left the warehouse.

Hanma and Ran were taking something out of a built-in compartment in the wall that you hadn't noticed before in the torture chamber and putting everything into a bag at their feet. They were small cassettes. You haven't seen Rindou anywhere.

“L/n, help Rindou in the living room. The boys found a computer there.” The taller of the two said over his shoulder and you obeyed him.

You went back up and entered the living room, where you immediately noticed the younger Haitani, who was messing around with something on the desktop computer. There were two laptops on the coffee table, ready to go.

You walked up to him and leaned down. "You need help?"

“No thanks, Y/n.” Rindou muttered and removed the hard drive. “We take everything. The laptops were hidden in the bedroom. Can you pick them up and carry them to the car? Sanzu has already left.”

"No problem. Should I put them in your car?”

"Yes, it can be. Everyone has to go to the hideout anyway.”

You nodded, grabbed said equipment and returned to the dining room to grab the box you left on the table and left the house. You looked at the windows of Mrs. Hiramatsu's house, but you didn't see any lights on. Zero activity. Perhaps the old lady slept soundly that night.

You walked over to the Haitani brothers' car, which Sanzu was leaning against. He looked up at the sky and on the ground was the bag he had taken from the basement. You opened the back door and placed your laptops on the seat.

“I mentioned to Hanma that you were coming back with us.” The pink-haired man said casually, turning slightly towards you.

"Thanks." You said quietly and nodded.

Sanzu laughed softly and tossed his gym bag right next to the equipment you had collected, carefully placing the katana inside and getting into the car. You got in as well and slammed the door, blocking out the sounds of the bustle outside. You sighed heavily, looking through the tinted window at the gang's cars driving away.

“Hey.” Sanzu placed one hand on your cheek and turned your head towards him. “Cheer up, Y/n. I know it's a difficult situation, but it will be fine." He stroked your skin with his thumb and leaned forward. “We have everything we need and they won't be able to escape us. We'll get them all and slaughter them like pigs."

You watched the man's face and at the sight of his heated gaze, your body temperature began to rise. Your eyes landed on his lips for a split second and you didn't have to wait long.

Sanzu leaned even closer and placed his hot lips against yours once. After a while, the second time. Third. The fourth, and when you opened your lips slightly, he kissed you harder. With each movement of your lips, the kiss became more passionate and your breathing became heavier.

Finally, his tongue traced your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth and pulling gently.

“Haru…” You whispered shakily and the pink-haired man chuckled before placing another kiss on your lips and pulling away to look at you once more. "Good stuff?"

“We haven't had one this good in a long time.” He chuckled and ran his slender fingers through your hair. “But it's not because of the drugs. It's a reward."

You chuckled through your nose and buried your face in his hand. “Am I a good dog?”

"Best. You have a talent." Sanzu joked and you kissed the inside of his hand.

You sat in silence for a while, but Sanzu moved and you felt the muscles in his arm tense slightly.

“What is this box?” He asked calmly and you let go of his hand, which he immediately, though not abruptly, took away.

"You will not believe." You replied, lifting the lid of the box and pulling out the birth certificate, which you handed to the pink-haired man.

He took the document in his hand and began to read. You saw the blood drain from his face and his eyes become as big as saucers. He looked at you with his mouth slightly open and at the same time both Haitani brothers got into the car. Rindou squirmed in the driver seat and looked at you curiously. “What is it?”

Without a word, Sanzu handed him the document and the younger Haitani's face showed disbelief. "What?"

Ran leaned forward curiously and began to read as well. He whistled in surprise and the Bonten trio looked at you as if they were seeing a human being for the first time. You felt uneasy, but Ran let out a loud laugh.

“You are daddy!”

“That bitch totally blew you away, L/n.” Rindou commented as he handed you your son's birth certificate. “She took everything from you, including your baby.”

"Very funny." You grumbled as you put the document in the box, but before you could close it, Sanzu's hand pulled out a photo of Yuuta.

“Like the skin being taken off you…” He said calmly, although his face still showed surprise. “You don't even have to do a paternity test.”

"Show me." Ran said and took the photo from the man's hand. “Aww, what a sweet little boy.”

“You got it right.” Rindou commented and looked at you with a half smile. “You put a lot of your own material into it. Bravo, good job.”

You felt your face getting uncomfortably hot and quickly took the photo of the baby from Ran.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Y/n.” Older Haitani teased you and Rindou started the car engine and pulled out of the driveway. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the tall figure of Hanma, who was walking around the property to get to his car, and you started your journey back to Bonten's hideout.

You listened to your teammates' taunts, but you could clearly hear uncertainty creeping into Sanzu's voice. You moved your leg towards him and touched your knee to his to calm him down.

You had a son, it's true. You wanted him back, yes. But you had no intention of giving up on the man who already captured your heart. You looked towards him and saw that Haru was looking at you very carefully.

You mouthed the words "I love you" and a gentle smile appeared on the man's lips. He rested his head against the tinted window and closed his eyes.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x y/n #male reader #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu x reader

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adultish-momma · 1 year ago

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Unsolicited Scrapbook

Listen, if it'd been your first time in front of a good mirror in quite a bit of time, and you'd gone through some pretty messed up shit, you'd be in an introspective mood too.

Or better yet, Yuu catches sight of their reflection and well, reflects.

Warning: Gore, graphic description of wounds, description of violence (enough to get the idea of how those wounds were formed), descriptions of scars and scarring. If it relates to scars and/or wounds and you can be triggered by it, it's probably in here.

A/N: This was one of the first ideas I came up with for this rewrite au. Not this scene exactly, but this concept. This is a game about villains. This is a game that has so much potential to cover dark material. I. Want. Consequences. This is the result. Enjoy.

Admittedly, it was... well it was a lot.

They hadn't truly been faced with this problem before, with the busted mirrors around the dorm that they haven't found the spare change to replace. And it's just been getting so cold that even the thought of running around in anything considered short sends shivers down their spine. So for one reason or another, they've gone half a school year, a whole semester, and now four overblots, without ever having to see a ton of their skin at once.

But now they're at the Scarabia dorm, in this bone-melting heat, faced with a literal wall of gold polished so well it's more reflective than the Dark Mirror, and they'd sooner eat Grimm's tail fire with a side of his fancy cat tuna than even attempt to slip on anything resembling a sleeve.

And they've somehow gone half a school year, a whole semester, and now four overblots without having to face the fact that this was a lot of scarring.

The newest one is, obviously, the worst. Objectively speaking. It's barely scabbed over, still raw and red and swollen, still throbbing, still hot to the touch. Four deep puncture wounds surround their right shoulder, the viper's fangs leaving a perfect imprint of its jaws. Surprisingly enough, this was the only wound an overblotted student had given them that didn't require a trip to the infirmary. The inky venom in their veins had disappeared the moment the overblot was defeated, and most students from the Scalding Sands know how to treat snake bites.

Kalim was very insistent he patch them up personally. He also insisted they let the wound be exposed to the water of the oasis, hence why they've removed his very professional wrap job.

And if seeing the physical evidence of what he did humbles Jamil even the tiniest amount, well they aren't going to complain about that.

At least they look a bit more balanced now with Jamil's contribution to the collection of scars they're beginning to possess. Before the winter break, a small part of them had felt a bit lopsided. True, the scars from Leona's Unique Magic had drastically decreased from their original size right after his overblot. But the patch of lightning strike scars cracking along the skin of their left shoulder and upper arm messed with their overall symmetry. At least now there was something on either side of their neck, although the part of them that seems to care about this (like seriously why does this matter scars are bad things to have wtf brain) will have to ignore the difference in size.

(That'd go over well. 'Hey, Jamil I need you to make your hair do the inky viper thing again and bite me some more so my scars are more equal in size'. Mentally scar the poor guy some more why don't you Yuu.)

The scar that surprises them is the necklace of circles that, well, encircle their throat. The bruising after their fight with Azul had been gnarly, splotches of deep purples and blues mixed with sickly yellows and greens. Deep indents in the shape of octopi suckers among the clear shape of tentacles wrapped around their throats encouraged the early emergence of turtlenecks and scarves into their wardrobe. By the time the bruising had begun to disappear, they'd genuinely needed to cover their neck to fight off the cold, so this is the first time they'd gotten a good look at their neck in a long while.

Hmm. Maybe it's a good thing that Azul's attempt to strangle them left a scar in such a visible place. Maybe next time Azul tries to pull some shady business, they'll rock up to the Mostro Lounge in something low-cut.

Sevens knows Leona only became so cooperative (if you can call it that) during that whole Octavinille debacle because he got an eyeful of all the bandages they were still required to wear lest Professor Crewel literally whip them for disobedience.

Although, if they're being honest, there is one scar they are dreading for people to see. Everyone knows about the other three, at least everyone at the oasis knows about all three. The bandages were too hard to hide, and they all witnessed what happened with Jamil. But they've managed to hide the two scars on their left thigh ever since their first week in this world.

The thing about entry and exit wounds, is they don't scar like you would expect. You would think they'd scar over fairly flat, but they don't. They don't ever fill in correctly, your skin remembers the folding in on itself that it has to do when something pierces it, and your skin remembers exploding outward when something exits it. But the wounds where Riddle's thorn had staked their thigh and left a hollow straight through their leg had easily been covered by pants all year. Only those who had been there for that battle had seen the true damage done by the enraged Roseheart.

But unlike everyone else who they have helped overcome an Overblot, Yuu has watched Riddle Rosehearts actively try to change his ways, learn from his mistakes, and take some personal accountability for the havoc he wreaked. So they kept the scar he gave them hidden, not wanting to remind others, Riddle, or even themself of just how dangerous he could be.

And now, because, again, they'd rather lick Crowley's desk than entertain the thought of pants in this insufferable desert heat, now that scar was going to be on display. They were going to get questions. They were going to have to relive that memory, that phantom pain over and over again.

They were going to have to relive all of those memories again.

The ripping sensation, the heavy feeling of something foreign, the absolute gushing of blood. The dry cracking, the peeling, the flaking apart at the literal seams. The threat of bones snapping, the drowning on dry land, the fear of a lung collapsing. The fire of acid in your veins, the teeth tearing flesh, the invasive screaming in their head.

All of it. Every time someone saw their scars, every time someone asked a stupid question, every time they saw someone else stuck in their own memories of Yuu's scars, they'd be stuck reliving all of that pain again.

With a heavy sigh, already feeling the exhaustion running through their every fiber, they finally drag their eyes away from their own reflection. The first thing they see is Grimm. Looking at them. Looking at their scars. A haunted, faraway look in his eyes.

Well, that settles it. Something must be done about these nuisances. Sooner rather than later.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rewrite au #rewrite lore #Yuu is involved in overblot fights #and these are the consequences #i will gladly answer any questions comments concerns #this is the most fleshed out idea of this au and i don't feel like i did it justice #Mirrors are Never to be Trusted

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riostwsty · 2 years ago

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" I'll make up to you... "

Summary: Jamil does nothing but work all day, everyday. Luckily he can always rely on his partner at times when he feels beyond exausted. word count 1.6k + Keywords: fluff, scenario, romance, third person narrator, g/n reader (you/yours), established relationship, reader not implied Yuu/MC Characters: Jamil x reader CWs: none, just comfort I think

Your footsteps echoes in the halls of Scarabia, moonlight and the shimmer of a thousand stars illuminated your path by the windows beside. Kalim had asked for help with a big project for Astrology class, and there you were, only managing to finish a little before 1 am struck, and as you were heading back to your room, decided to pay a visit to the dorm's kitchen for a cup of water and a (post) midnight snack.

There was a strange sight however, upon arriving there, of a Jamil Viper standing unmoving behind the counter, staring expressionless at his feet.

—"Jamil! I haven't seen you all day, where have you been?"— you asked. He didn't even flinch at the sound of your voice, but you continued regardless —"You didn't read any of my messages, I was actually starting to get worried, haha... Jamil?"—

The lack of response made you reluctantly approach, getting nearer, you made sense of the situation at hand... more or less.

He stared at four pieces of bread fallen face down on the floor. Stared as if they had insulted him in seven different languages. Glancing back and forth to the floor and his face, all you could muster was a "Wha..."

—"I wanted toast"— he muttered to himself —"why."—

You picked up the bread, hopefully to break the weird trance your boyfriend was in, and looked for a garbage bin to discard them. He furrowed his brows, at last truly acknowledging your presence. You imitaded his expression back —"It's way past the five second rule, come on."—

He sighed, leaning on the counter with arms crossed and resting his head on them like a makeshift pillow, face down. It was fairly obvious what it meant, and a bit unease, you already knew what to do in situations like it.

—"wanna talk about your day?"—

—"hm."— Jamil grunted quietly, taking in a deep breath as he counted on his fingers —"Final history test. Didn't submit Crewel's project in time. Laundry. Dishes. Cancelled Basketball practice."—

—"That's quite the list..."—

—" 's only half of it"—

You leaned on the counter next to him, with a half embrace, rubbing circles on his back with one hand. —"I came here for a midnight snack before going to bed, but I can also make you some hot chocolate while I'm at it. How's that sound?"—

His posture changed to the offering, looking up at the ceiling as if carefully calculating his response, but then slowly shaking his head in hesitant disapproval —"...Must consume milk under three days... once opened.... Such a waste."— His speech was slurred from the sheer exaustion, stumbling over his words while you tried to make sense of the conversation —"... don' worry... I eat the floor toast. thanks."— he then let all the weight of his head fall at once on the counter with a comically loud thud to end the discussion right then and there.

Needless to say, this has happened a fair amount of times before. The vice housewarden often gets too caught up in his responsabilities to even remember taking breaks, and when his partner is not around to give reminders, well... the situation only escalates to the worst. In comparison to his usual serious, responsible and ever flawless image, he'd become completely out of touch due to the fatigue accumulated througout the day, walking and speaking as if his conciousness hang by a thread, threatening to give in at every second passed.

Jamil constantly fought to keep the solemn demeanor, but one can only go so far, after all, he's human too. He'd rather dissappear than ever be caught acting as anything but the picture perfect mask he held in front of others, and that drained ridiculous amounts of energy the longer he kept up the performance.

You took his face on your hands and brought him closer to inspect his drowsy state. He struggled to keep his vision focused, and it gave the impression of the bags under his eyes to be darker than usual. He noticed you press your lips in a thin line and squint your eyes as you observed with worry. Jamil hadn't even begun to lose himself in the tender moment, of your warm hands caressing his skin so affectionately, when you rapidly turned your attention to the kitchen cabinets to take all the ingredients for that previously mentioned hot chocolate offer, making him click his tongue in annoyance.

—"[name], I told you I-"—

—"Jamil, stop worrying about wasting ingredients from the pantry, and allow yourself to enjoy a well deserved treat for once"— you interrupted —"you're tense. you should relax before heading to bed, or else you won't get a good night's rest"—

He scoffed, approaching from behind and shutting with both hands another cabinet you were about to open, like that consequently closing the space between you two, as he glared as best as he could at your surprised expression now centimeters away from his face.

It was an embarrassing position to be in, between the cabinet and Jamil you couldn't move, caged between his arms so he was sure you'd look at him the eye. Yes, it would be almost intimidating, that is, if his mind hadn't gone blank from his sleep deprived state, only managing to muster a single "ssstop." accompanied by a tired pout.

—"Nop"— you pushed him back gently —"You go sit down somewhere. I'll take care of things now"—

Both of your hands were occupied as you made your way around the dorm. One holding Jamil's mug and the other holding his hand, guiding him like a lost puppy. By the time you reached the boy's room, he seemed to have finally given up complaining, and was resting his head on your shoulder, barely keeping himself up. You instructed him to sit at the edge of the bed, handing him the hot beverage, while you took a seat behind, and began to undo his messy braids and ponytail with care.

The quietness between interactions was by no means uncomfortable anymore, at this stage of the relationship, they were reassuruing moments that told words weren't needed when you two understood each other so well. It was true, reading a person like Jamil was no easy task, yet you did it so effortlessly. Still, that didn't mean he was a completely open book in any way.

After undoing the braids, you took a brush to untangle any knots left in his hair. Once you noticed the tension on his shoulders was beggining to dissipate, you decided to gather a bit of courage to ask something that had been bothering you for quite some time.

—"Why are you always so eager to refuse any help from me?"— you broke the silence —"You're barely managing to keep yourself up by the end of the week, yet you still..."—

You sighed, not feeling the need to complete the sentence. Jamil didn't respond right away, only tapping his fingers on the mug in hand as if counting the seconds passed from the unanswered question.

—"I'm used to... doing that"— he took a sip from the hot chocolate —"you feel bothered by it?"—

—"It's just that you do so much for everyone. You do so much for me and-"— you interrupted youself, wondering what words to use to accurately describe your thoughts on the matter —"and it feels like the efforts are unbalanced, you know? It's unfair."—

His eyes darted across the room, seeking to be fixed anywhere but to your direction.

—"...can't say I feel the same way"— he mumbled.

You sighed softly, letting the quiet atmosphere to sink in once more.

Growing up as a servant for the Asim family, constantly having to look after others and never prioritizing himself, barely taking any breaks- for sure these responsabilities took deep roots on his subconscious, wether he noticed it or not, no matter how much he believed he deserved better, there was always a voice in the back of his mind, telling the exact contrary. Ordering him to hold the act for just a little while longer, to work a bit more, and above all, to do it all alone. It was HIS duty and no one else's.

But among crowds you only had eyes on him. And among layers of deception you knew what he really felt. Saw the burden he'd much prefer for you to ignore it.

—"well, you know I love you very much"— you added weakly, taking the now empty cup from his hands and placing it on the drawer beside the bed, along with the hairbrush you had just finished using —"maybe we can talk about this tomorrow, once you're well rested?"—

In no time Jamil turned around from his spot on the bed and tackled you down on the matresses with him, hugging your frame like a body pillow.

—"promise to remind me-"— he added drowsy as he finally allowed his heavy eyelids to shut —"I'll make up to you tomorrow"—

—"yeah, promise."— in no hesitation, you lied. As you had done times before, in this scenario you felt no guilt in doing so. For there was no need to have your favor ever be payed back by Jamil. Taking care of him was no task, much less one to be returned in feeling of obligation.

It was something he couldn't wrap his head around. The fact that someone would do such things, all purely out of love for him. There was still a long way to go until he could even begin to truly understand, your adoration for him was not a matter of exchange, but one of heart.

You ran your fingers through his hair until he was fast asleep, and prepared yourself to join in soon, waiting for morning to wake you to another busy day, that by the end of it, you'd be willing to repeat the same nightly routine over and over again, if so needed, and if he would allow it.

#[english works]#give this man a break #author Rio try not to give up when a wip passes 2+ days in the works challenge (impossible)#I say yes to writing creatively with no sense of obligation to put me on a rush.#and yes in the same breath I say ''my god I NEED to post this today for NO good reason''#twst x reader #twst writing #twst fanfic #twst #twisted wonderland #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #scarabia #finished writing this while baisically starving but I hope this didn't affect the quality of this fic overrall HAHA (sound of crying)#dw I'm fine dw dw

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bloodthirstybatty · 2 years ago

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Downpour

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Leona x reader

Hurt/comfort

Disclaimer: I have dyslexia, given that my writing can suck. Please be mindful of this, thank you!🙏❤️

TW: depression and mention of suicide.

A/N

I was originally going to make this a multi-character fanfic but I realized with my dyslexia it's easier for me to only write for one character. I picked Leona because I find comfort in him so it's a bit of a self-insert/vent fanfic of how I would feel if I was yuu.

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Downpour

It was raining cats and dogs, you ran fast trying not to trip and fall from the slick ground. You decided your best chance is to run to the botanical garden since it was close by, you turn left and blotted towards the door of the garden.

Catching your breath, you look around to see the rain hit the dome of the gardens, it was beautiful and peaceful. Walking you think about what earlier, you and Crowley got into a disagreement, the showers were getting less hot from the boiler being ancient and your flip phone was cutting off all the Time, so you went to Crowley to ask for an upgrade. He then called you ungrateful and that you should be more understanding on how hard he is working to get you home, that you should realize that your stuff cost school money, and that you could have been on the streets if it wasn't for his kindness... You were tried, very tried. Not just from the argument you had with Crowley but everything, school, tasks from Crowley, ramshackle falling apart, over lots, being belittled for not having magic, etc... You were depressed, you felt alone and felt that nobody truly had your back, even grim sometimes.

You continued to walk around the garden when you spotted a certain someone's tail, it was Leona's. There he lay asleep, peacefully snoring, you stared for a minute before you decide to sit next to him so you could have some company while doing your homework. As you were doing your work you couldn't stop crying a little, tears fell and hit your paper and you sniffle causing the lion next to you to stir in his sleep. you got startled by it, you thought you awakened the lion, you started to hypervalent, you didn't want to cause your hyperventilation to fasten, you started to cry from it, you were freaking out, you were having a panic attack. Just then the lion next to you arose, however, you didn't notice he did.

"Are you crying?", "huh?" you froze, you thought you just made another person mad at you. "are you crying?" he repeated, "i- a no, no I'm not," you said in a panic. "yes you are I can see it, you have tear stains on your homework" "I'm fine, it's just allergy" "no it's not your having a panic attack, your heart is racing and your shaking like a leaf" "i-" you couldn't get any words out, your panicking started to worsen. Leona shifted his body he was now close to you, he looked into your eyes "tell me" you stared into his eyes stunned, you could believe it, leona king scholar was considered for you, generally considered! He was the first person that saw your true discomfort. Taking a deep breath you began to speak.

"i-i, sorry" you took another deep breath to get rid of the frog in your throat, talking about feelings was hard for you, you never really talked to anyone about them in your life, and you mostly found ways to overcome your feelings. "so?" "did you and grim get in a fight?" looking back up to leona you said "no, no I and grim are fine, we didn't get into an argument, actually me and that damn bird did" you huffed. "what did that bird do to you to be all worked up?" your tears started again, just thinking about it was tough. "he called me ungrateful! I just went to him because my water was not getting hot and my phone is a busted piece of crap, then he called me ungrateful, and that he had to spend school money to get me those things. He also said he cant solve every lotion of mine since he's already trying to solve how to get me home!" your voice was now horses from your ranting, but you didn't feel better from it. "your not ungrateful herb- uh y/n" you bit your lip and looked away "maybe I am, tho.. Like I could have been in the streets, if it wasn't for Crowley" "no your not! Stop saying dumb things" "im sorry" you mumbled. Still crying you turned back to leona he look serious, a different kind of serious unlike usual. "I can tell you have more to say, this isn't all that's troubling you, go on spill" "that's true there is more.." "well?"

You fiddled around trying to calm down, you knew if you didn't you would sob. You tried to take several deep breaths but you were still shaking so you decided to spill, "im tried!" "im tried of everything!" "im tried of this school, of living in ramshackle, of overblots" you shaking sobbed taking a deep breath you begin to speak again "im tried of always being called hero from saving people from overblots!" "i-i- IM TRIED OF LIVING!" you shouted, "im tried of life, I want to disappear for good, I don't want to be here" you wiped your tears away but they were like a river, sniffling you squeezed you risk to stop you from panicking. You then looked up at leona, you thought you said to much but his eyes were soft, he then spoke "your feelings are valid, you shouldn't have to be going though this, you didn't choose to" he then stood putting his hand out for you, you reached it and he pulled you up into a hug, leona kingscholar was hugging you! You felt relief flow through you, all your worriedness left your body, you felt peace. Leona the pulled way "if anything is troubling you come to me first okay, I'll help you resolve it" "thank you leona" you smiled. He then pulled your hand to make you follow him "the run stopped lets get something to eat, I'll pay."

Later that week you had a better phone and your plumbing was fixed, all thanks to Leona, you felt grateful. You have to now had protect you, you don't have to worry now. Leona and you also stared to hang out more, eating lunch and sitting in the garden.

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A/n

I hope you liked it! I tried to write it on how I thought leona would actually acted in a situation like this, I want to have him pull you down to nap with him but I don't this he's the type to do that unless you were dating. I also know Leona is canonly protecful and keeps his eye out on others, he doesn't say it but he shown sides of it.

If you want me to wrote more stuff then please put in a submission, also comment down below what you thought of the story!! ❤️❤️❤️

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland leona x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #Spotify

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nyxnightshade1332 · 11 months ago

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Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 10

Chapter 11:

Yuu wasn't very fond of using knives, having almost cut off her finger at a young age when her uncle had allowed her to try peeling a chestnut. She hated it yet found that it was the easiest way to actually peel a chestnut.

She huffed, blowing on her fingers as she peeled a still-hot chestnut that hadn't quite cooled off.

"Ha! Weak." Ace stated, blowing on his fingers as he attempted to peel the chestnut in his hands, putting the knife down to go rinse his hands in cold water.

"Says you? The guy using cold water?" She grumbled, allowing the knife to glide across the skin of the chestnut. Once it did that, Yuu peeled the skin and placed the nut onto the plate.

Ace grumbled something, watching the others peeling the chestnuts with magic.

Yuu refused to admit the sudden nausea that hit her had happened because of the sweet scent of milk, chestnuts and sugar and the heat of the room.

Trey had instantly noticed Yuu's pale complexion, allowing her to go sit outside for a bit while her dizziness subsided.

Currently, the young woman was sitting outside, resting her head on the wall and praying that no spiders would climb onto her. As hard and raspy as the stone wall was, Yuu liked how cool it felt. She kept her eyes closed before she heard the door open behind her.

"You okay, Yuu?" Deuce.

She gave a short nod. "M'fine... Heat made me dizzy though." She muttered.

"Yikes. I brought you water, if that'll help." Deuce said, offering her a cool water bottle, which she took gratefully.

Opening it, she took a sip, hoping that it would settle her stomach. Yuu finally sat up, giving Deuce a weak, yet thankful smile.

"Sorry if I caused any trouble." She said, "Apparently, I can't handle sweet smells in hot temperatures."

Deuce nodded sympathetically before speaking again.

"Are you okay now?" He asked, watching Yuu take a sip of the water. She nodded, relieved at the coolness of the water.

"Yeah. I think I'm fine now." Yuu nudged the blue-haired boy. "Let's go back in before Ace chews us out."

"I just need to add butter and sugar to the chestnut paste..." Trey's voice rang in the kitchen as Deuce and Yuu entered. "and a sensible splash of oyster sauce."

Yuu did a bit of a double take, freezing as she thought about what the boy had said. "That's my secret ingredient!" She heard the tall boy remark.

"What the-" She mouthed before Ace and Deuce snapped themselves out of the shock.

"Oyster sauce?!" They yelped.

"Yep." Trey confirmed. "The umami of the oysters gives the cream a deep, savory flavor."

Yuu pressed her lips into a line, looking at Trey to see if he was joking in any way.

"I use this one here: Walrus-brand Young Oyster Sauce." Trey handed the two boys the bottle, seemingly forcing himself not to smile.

"All the best bakers use it in their tarts." Trey smiled, making Yuu sigh in relief. Oh thank goodness. Now I know it's a joke.

"Really? But isn't oyster sauce like, super salty?" Deuce asked.

"Some folks put chocolate into curry, don't they? Maybe it's the same idea." Ace shrugged, accepting the answer.

Unsurprisingly, Trey didn't last much longer, bursting into near hysterical laughter for a good two minutes. Yuu rolled her eyes, a small smirk forming on her face. As stupid as it was, Trey's laughter was somewhat contagious.

"I'm totally lying! No one in their right mind would put oyster sauce into a pastry." He finally revealed, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Called it!" Said Yuu, proudly. "Gotta admit though, you had me in the first half, not gonna lie."

"What?! So you were just yankin' our chain this whole time?!" Ace cried, bewildered at having fallen for such an obvious prank.

"I mean, if you'd used your brain, you'd have realized how ridiculous it was! Let that be a lesson to you. Don't believe everything you hear." Trey said, a very slight lecture being given.

Yuu nodded. "He's right. It's best to not be so oblivious." She agreed.

"Henchman?!" Grim yelped before pouting, turning away from her. "Feh. And here I thought you humans were actually somewhat decent."

"Aww c'mon Grim!" Yuu giggled, amused at Grim's sulking form. "I didn't do it to be malicious.

She smiled, walking over to Grim, kneeling to be able to look him in the eye. "Tell ya what? If you forgive me and you promise to behave, I'll design a batch of butter cookies just for you."

Grim's eyes widened at the mention of food. "Really?!" He turned to look at her. "Deal!"

She extended her hand to the cat, and shook his paw. She heard Trey chuckle behind her.

"Alright!" Trey clapped his hands, effectively getting the group's attention. "Next, I'll put in the cream... Oh!" Trey seemed to pause, looking a little sheepish as he turned back to the group.

"What's wrong?" Ace hesitantly asked, clearly worried about having to be put to work again.

"You guys gathered so many chestnuts that we may have overdone it with the chestnut paste." Trey laughed awkwardly, clearly hinting at the need to go buy more cream. "I don't think we have enough cream to mix in." He informed them.

"Then I'll go buy some. Do they sell it at the school store?" Deuce asked.

"They sell pretty much everything, so... probably." Trey shrugged, adding, "Can I have you pick me up a few other things?" Wow. He's taking advantage of the situation.

"I need two cartons of milk, two packs of eggs, some muffin cups, five cans of fruit..." Trey listed, writing on a pad of paper before handing it to Deuce.

"I don't think I'll be able to carry all that back..." Deuce muttered, turning to Yuu. "Hey, Yuu, could you come with me?"

She gave him a small smile, somewhat relieved at being given the chance to leave. "I've never been to the school store before, but... Sure." She agreed, fighting back a laugh as she heard Ace protest from next to Trey.

"Then I'm comin' too! I'm getting dizzy from all this stirrin'. I need a break!" Grim complained, taking his spot on Yuu's shoulder.

She sighed, before gesturing for Deuce to lead the way.

Chapter 12

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #nyx nightshade #twst fanfic #preg!mc #twst wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland Book 1 #twst heartslabyul

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lanshappycorner · 2 years ago

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wait i need u to expand on why you hate malyuu… but i lowk get it bc it’s kinda shoved down ppls throats in the fandom but i think there’s been wholesome fics that make me get it.

if you don’t feel comfortable to talk abt it then that’s ok!! i was just curious!

I don't mind talking abt it as long as everyone promises to not boo me with tomatoes!!

This will be a long rant I'm putting it under the cut

First off, I do not generally read fics with them, so that's probably why I cannot relate💀 but the thing is that fandomwise, it's just really annoying whenever ppl r like "wdym tw/st isnt an otome game *gestures to some generic Malleus quote*" like I've seen ppl calling this game an otome bc Malleus offered to let Yuu ride on his broom .

Like theres 1939593204 more near explicitly romantics lines in this game and u choose the one where this guy offers to let u ride on his equivalent of a bike ?? Rook literally calls Yuu "Love" at one point they r more canon to me and I dont even LIKE Rook like that

But anyways yeah it's just the fact that they're so often shoved down my throat as the "canon" ship that it annoys me, BUT BESIDES FROM THAT (theres more)

I do think that theoretically they could be a great ship bc isekai protag who is just some guy and an ancient fae who does not know of friendship is honestly such a good dynamic. But that is only theoretically because most content I see of that ship turns Malleus into just...Yaoi Boyfriend. Like idk how to explain it💔

Malleus in canon is a very selfish person and while I do believe he cares for Yuu, I also believe that he cares for his own desires more. I don't think he's learned to properly care or put others above himself, and that's what makes him fascinating (also given the events of ch 7 so far...). But in interpretations of that ship, he's just watered down to Yuu's bf, and bc Yuu is his first friend, he just suddenly became obsessed with them and has a soft spot for them or sumn

I think that Yuu's relationship with Malleus isn't as deep or close as a lot of the fandom portrays it to be. Malleus does not hang around Yuu as often as adeucegrim, and as far as I'm concerned, they r only as friendly as friends could be on a surface level. Yuu is one of the only people unafraid to speak to Malleus, so of course Malleus isn't going to be hostile towards them, but that doesn't mean that Malleus is going to have a heart to heart and hold hands and become bffs with them.

He's just happy someone's open to talking with him💀 and considering Yuu comes with a set of Interesting Circumstances, it's no wonder Malleus takes interest in them a little more than he would any other student. But that interest is once again just fueling his own curiosity and desires, it's not because he has any particular feelings for Yuu as a person

Sorry for rambling but in conclusion, I think they r theoretically good together and I'd be open to shipping them if they werent shoved down my throat 24/7 and mischaracterized in 4 different directions

#can you tell ive been holding this in #i have too much to say

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yuseirra · 6 months ago

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Ohhh!! Yuu, are you interested in playing either Persona 1 or 2? That one reliable leaker for ATLUS/SEGA (the one who leaked tactica) mentioned it'll most likely be ported, if such a thing were to happen, would you be more likely to play it, even tho its fairly from different to 3-5? (I'm rather eager to play P2 for a long time now actually, since i really like the themes for that game!)

Hey Lia! have you been doing well? I am actually partially aware of the rumor, and I'm interested in both games! I haven't played P1 and P2 but I've enjoyed a lot of the songs from the PSP version of P1 (Voice, Dream of Butterfly, A Lone Prayer, School Days etc!) and I know a little bit of P2's lore because my brother's played it and I asked him if it was good. He enjoyed it. So I have a good impression of both games!

My bro actually, he's the one that's introduced me to this series although he doesn't play it any more himself... P3 is his favorite game of all time and He says Shin Megami Tensei 4 is great too, making its place in second place (and he's played a lot of games so that's a lot coming from him!!) and these games stem from the same roots, don't they? Persona's started out as a spinoff of SMT.. from what I heard, P2 is still a lot like SMT(?) in terms of the vibe it gives? And I'm interested in SMT 4 and P2 after hearing what kinds of stories it offers from my bro. It seemed to have some interesting ideas!

Speaking of which, I tried playing P5X last night, and I somehow have a huge hunch that it not only has to do with P5, but P3(in terms of the water themes of the velvet rooms and the main objective-how people are acting really similar to how apathy syndrome works. *p3 spoilers but* I actually feel P3's protagonist COULD make it back in a world like this in theory because people are deprived of every desire, even that of death- but at what cost;) and P2.. I think it's got to do with P2 somehow. you know how 2 and 5 looks a lil similar when it's flipped? and X looks exactly the same upside down or sideways, P5X's world could might as well be P5's world but mirrored. OR/AND be P2's world after the aftermaths of P2's storyline(?) a fake reality made out of the P2 hero's desires or sth.. IDK I named my P5X's hero tatsuya because they look quite similar lol and wouldn't it be cool if he actually turned out to be related to him? This game then, could end up being a bridge between old and new persona games.

I'm going to publish this because who knows if I get this right? XD

Have you played P3 lia? I love that game! ;v; Oh gosh.. I can't bring myself to finish it though, I'm really going to miss it when I do. Tell me your thoughts about it when you do because I'm back deep in again and I really love the message of this story. There's a lot I find lovely and I'm sure it's a story that could lift a lot of people's heart and soul (the opening song is beautiful!)

sincerely, yuseirra

#asknreply #soalxlia #when I complete p3r I was thinking of trying out smt 4 and odin sphere because my bro's been begging me to play those for ages...#I'd be trying p5x out too #p2 is actually in my list so I would try it out if it does get a remaster or a remake on steam

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years ago

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How would 7 parents react to Yuu having a nightmare about something bad happening to them (them as in the parents)?

Great 7: Nightmares

I read so much wiki lore, please look at Evil queen's wiki and see how much wasted potential she had along with how down bad the animators were for her. I was listening to the musical of The Scarlet Pumpernickel and it gave inspiration for Qoh. A majority of these are from a mix of the live-action and animated movies along with video games, Starkid's Twisted (for scar and Ursula), and PattyCake.

Reader is GN however in QoH Part it is mentioned that some refer to you as "Madame/Lord/Liege" interchangeably and occasionally wears dresses as I believe gender norms are very different in the Hearts Kingdom given… Everything… other than that there's no description for Yuu. This is an AU where the Great 7 are in Yuu's head and are Yuu’s parents.

Jafar

You woke up in complete darkness, with no way at all to see what was in front of you. The strange floor you lay on was made of an uncomfortable metal that dug into you. The scent of damp brass hung heavy in the air, violating your nose. Just where the hell were you?

Attempting to sit up you felt your head press into a wall, not even an inch above where you rose from. Ow, okay perhaps it's just a low ceiling. A very low ceiling. Spreading your arms or legs, or rather attempting to, makes you realize you had no room to work with. No matter how many ways you push and bend your limbs, the walls refuse to budge. Arching your back made your ribs and stomach feel the damp, cool brass above you.

You started to panic in the pitch-black 'room' if you dared to even call it that. You kicked your legs as much as you could and struggled. The walls seemed to get lower and lower. You couldn't even turn your body or move your arms from your sides at some point. The metal walls made your labored and panicked breaths echo in the box you were in. The dark place so quiet you could only hear your own heartbeat and the deep breaths you took.

You couldn't move, you couldn't see. You couldn't even scream without it echoing back at you. The metal scent is all there was. Scent so strong you can practically taste it. The metal wall above your face was mildly damp from your breathing. You can't even see yourself. In that moment you knew you were trapped. You could never get out. You were all alone and stuck in here forever. It was only you and the mildly damp brass holding you down in place.

Tears started to form as you realized your fate of either losing it or starving here in this brass prison. You let out a gut-wrenching scream that cuts off once you open your eyes. You can see. Looking around you realized you were in the rickety old bed at Ramshackle, Grim softly snoring right next to you.

You sat up in a cold sweat and slipped out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. Some cold water will cool you off. 'Child, what are you doing up?' You heard some of the seven speak. 'Oh, poor thing had a nightmare.' 'It's okay we're here.' 'Staying up too late is bad for you, get back to sleep' all their voices melded together to where you can barely tell who was who. One voice stood out amongst them.

'This may have been my fault.' Jafar? You scrubbed your face with cold water and took in a few breaths. 'I think some of my memories may have bled into your dreams, diamond.' "Memories?" You voice a whisper as you ground yourself. It was quiet for a moment? And you can feel Jafar stare solemnly in the distance. 'Of my defeat.'

"When you were sealed away…" your voice trailed off. Jafar, or rather Iago, mentioned that. Sealed way by a Djinn in an oil lamp. Was that it? Jafar, the illusion of him, glanced over at you. Sharing a mind with them was a blessing at times. 'Yes, that was it. That was the damned lamp I was sealed into' you hear him curse about a damned street rat for a moment before sighing.

'I honestly thought I was going to go mad…' You frowned, recalling the feeling. Stuck in the world's smallest prison in the pitch black. Nothing but yourself unable to move an inch. For years. 'I'm sorry you had to see that, but thankfully, that reality is no more now. At least like this, I have a little freedom.' You smile a bit and nod. It never occurred to you just how awful Jafar's fate was. You took in another breath, "I'll free you all one day, I promise." 'That can wait until later, go back to bed.' You couldn't tell who that was actually, Jafar or maybe even Scar, annoyed from being awakened. You chuckle a bit then nodded.

Jafar was no longer suffering. And you promise to find all of your family a happily ever after. One step at a time though, and it was time to go to sleep. At least now the feeling of Jafar brushing your hair out of your face as you drift off puts you at ease.

Mary Elizabeth Hearts (Queen of Hearts)

Alice. Wonderland's resident troublemaker. Always sticking her nose into places it doesn't belong. Disrupting the delicately organized chaos that creates harmony in this world. That damned brat. This is all her fault.

Wonderland is a place of carefully constructed chaos that has its own set of rules. An outlander like her could never understand. What may be seen as mindless violence to one, is a necessary balance to the other. That is what your mother, Mary Elizabeth Hearts has taught you ever since you were a child. Her many wacky and mundane rules held up the very principles that the kingdom depends on. Every single rule has its purpose.

To many outside the kingdom Mary, the Queen of Hearts was a cruel and intimidating figure. To those in the kingdom, however, she was their idol, their upholder of laws. And to you, she was your beloved mother. What people failed to realize is how happy the kingdom was. With every beheading came a celebration and with every day came a new story.

Your mother's rules were poetry, the foundation on which millions of citizens relied on, and you did your damned best to uphold those rules. You were the crown child of the queen. The lord everyone bowed to. The liege everyone sang tales of. The Madame that everyone longed for and adored. The guillotine that enforced your mother's orders, beheading all those who opposed her. The civilians would idolize your blade work, and the servants would immediately get you a new change of dress or suit whenever a drop of blood stained it.

Yet despite this all, people were happy, so why? Why must she have done this? You looked over the dilapidated kingdom. From when Alice fled and brought back an army. Little did she know what "freeing" your people would do. The disrupted balance of the land ruined the lives of millions all because of her– and your mother. How could she?

Donning your mother's tattered dress and crown, you retrieved her royal battleaxe, ready to show the world just who this Madame Guillotine was. Just what His Royal Executioner could do. You would restore your kingdom. Wiping the dirt and tears off your face, you charged into the battlefield. A feeling of a hot iron piercing through you is what startles you awake.

"Little Crown? Rose? Are you alright?!" You felt the Queen shake you as much as she could as a ghost, her voice laced with concern. "Sweetheart, are you alright?" Your eyes shot wide as you looked over at her. Your shock faded as you hugged the ghost in front of you.

"You're here and you're alive… I had a dream where… Alice…" The Queen cringes at the mention of her. "There there, my little crown, I am with you. Alice isn't anywhere near us…" you hear your mother mutter under her breath. You focused on her embrace and gentle touches. You swear to her, what you'll bring her back. You will bring all of them back.

Maleficent

"No! Wait! Stop! Don't hurt her! Please, that's my mother, don't hurt her!" You pleaded, voice hoarse from crying out."Don't do this! Please! She never hurt anyone! Please!" You struggled against the magic chains that the king's soldiers held you in, the reinforced iron jingling as you struggled against it. Tears rolled down your face at the sight of your mother. Bound very much like you. Wings now stumps from the cruel king that stood in front of her.

The large jet-black dragon let out a few pitiful shrieks as the iron chains burned against her skin. The sickening smell of smoke and burnt flesh was nauseating. Your own chains didn't allow you to move at all. It sapped you of all your strength and you struggled to even keep your eyes open, you couldn't even imagine what your mother felt.

The sight of your mother's beautiful wings that she once embraced you with being torn off would forever be burned into your memory. The beating wings flapped and struggled, attempting to reunite and attach to their owner before more guards came and chained them up. The delicate scaley leather burned against the iron chains, filling the air with an awful smoke. "No!" You screamed out. "Mother! Mom!"

You dropped the formalities as you began to sob, locking on to the dragon's sad eyes through her bindings. The king— the bastard that attempted to slay your mother years ago and failed, had returned. After years of slandering her kind and fear-mongering did he raise enough troops to slay her. His hand held a fine iron blade, sharpened to the finest point there is. First, it was her wings. Now it was gonna be her head. And next, it might be you.

"MOM!!" You shrieked out, managing to pick up enough momentum to escape the grip of your captors and run to her. There was no way you would have made it. As quickly as his arm rose, it fell, and you heard the sickening screech of a dying dragon crying out. Her body began to wither and dematerialize as you stayed down on the dirt where you fell earlier. All you could do was watch the light in her eyes fade away. "Mom…"

You nearly woke up with an agonized shriek at the back of your throat. Sitting up quickly and panting, you held your head in your hands. That stupid king. That stupid fucking king. You'll never forgive him. the stories your mother told you of him. Making her fall in love only to burn off her wings. "Child? What are you doing up so late?" You heard her voice and you breathed a sigh of relief.

"I had a dream that that king came back and hurt you again…" Maleficent was quiet as she approached, her clawed hand gently wiping away a tear. "Him…" She look off into the distance and sighed at the memory. "You do not need to worry about him. I could destroy him in an instant and reclaim my wings." The fae spoke in a calm yet gentle matter-of-fact way that stabilized you.

"Plus you have the other six of us here, not counting the familiars at least" Hades spoke in his usual velvety voice. "Familiars?!" Iago screeched, "I'll have you know‐" "Silence." Jafar interrupted. "Now is not the time.

"Moms? Dads? Can you teach me some more fighting techniques tomorrow? I want to get stronger. For all of us." A carefully manicured hand brushed through your hair and you felt a large furry body press against you, either Scar or one of the hyenas. "Oh, you're so cute" "What a sweet child." The sea witch and the hearts queen coo at you. Maleficent sighs at everyone's interruptions. "Of course. We never intended to have your talents go to waste, to begin with." It was much easier to sleep after that.

Queen Grimhilde (Evil Queen)

A queen will never be as powerful as the king. She is simply there to look pretty and proper. Eye candy for the men at meetings. A pretty woman can't also be intelligent either. You are either pretty and dumb or smart but ugly. If she were both, she'd simply be too powerful and intimidating for men.

Grimhilde saw it all. If you show your personality, you will be attacked for your looks. If you look pretty, they attack your personality. Vanity is insanity unless it pleases the people around you. It's the very first thing you learn as a young girl.

Fine then. She will play the part of the dumb obedient Queen for now. No one saw the death of her husband coming. The king poisoned and fed to the panthers. No one suspected it was her, or what came next. One of the kingdom's finest rulers that held the world in a heavy hand, with you at her side.

It's funny. You remembered when you first met her. She never wanted children and was upfront with how much she disliked being stuck with you. Now here she was, appointing you as her second in command and her future successor. Strict, yet caring, she teaches you everything she knows and then some.

Daily sword fights, magic practice, potion-making, and even politics. You always looked your best. Everything should have been perfect. So why? Why did it end up like this?

'Remember young seedling, no matter how brilliant your ideas are, there are those who won't listen. To some, your appearance is everything to them.' You remember that conversation. How solemn she was. How much she was held back and harassed into always looking perfect, to be the fairest of them all, because that was the only one her kingdom would listen to. After all, surely everyone would listen to the fairest of them all?

Snow White should have been your sister. Now she is nothing more than a crack that tears you apart. Everyone in the kingdom adores her so much. You were happy for her at first. But now, the Queen is no longer the fairest of them all, and thus she is to be ignored and overthrown. The new prettiest girl ever will be the one to rule based on appearance alone.

She had no talents or experience in ruling. Hell, you wouldn't even mind if she ruled instead of you in the future, you could have guided her as any other sibling would do. It doesn't sit right with you. People are rioting in the street for the new queen, and the princess does nothing to stop it. She's naive and ignorant of everything around her. Now here was mother being locked up, her appearance now is the form of a hag as her punishment for no longer being the fairest of them all.

Why? Your mother was beautiful the way she was. She was intelligent and an idealist. She led the kingdom into a golden age and overthrew the old corrupt king. Shouldn't that count for something? Why is it that appearance only matters? Why? Why Why Why Why Why?

You wake up a bit frustrated. The dream played in your head as you remembered what your mother told you of her palace life. To always look perfect. To have your value placed on nothing but looks. And now, she is known as the Evil Queen for wanting to be more than just a pretty face.

"Momma Grimhilde…? Are you up…?" "What are you doing up? Vessel, you know that staying up is bad for you by now!" You huffed a bit and nodded in agreement. "Sorry I had a bit of a strange dream… it was about you…"

The Queen was quiet, you swear you can feel the queen strutting in front of you in thought at your words. "Of the kingdom, you told me about. They were so unfair and-" "Hush now Vessel, I know very well how annoying it is... However! I cannot return and exact my revenge if you're too tired to train in the morning, can I?" Her voice had a hint of smugness within it, an oddly comforting tone to you.

"Go back to sleep dear, I'll be right beside you." The Queen started to hum a familiar tune. One that she would hum to you in your early childhood. Your mother was far from evil.

Scar (Starkid)

"The pride has never seen a more progressive king than me. Both lion and hyena live in perfect harmony. I brought an end to what has been a senseless age-old feud. I was prepared for everything except for what ensued. My brother ate my cubs- my precious cubs and stole my throne. Returned to segregation and the hateful ways we've known. Though I'd advocate for unity I always was denounced. So when I saw the opportunity to right the wrong? I pounced."

A song sung to you at your first meeting with Scar. The shadowy figure looming over you before returning into a puddle of blot, hiding in the darkness. A hero, whose acts were washed away by time. You remember the hyenas and Scar always bantering when you first met. Despite all the times they got on each other's, they never once made it about their races.

It was inspiring to see someone believe so heavily in their ideals that they are willing to be punished for it. He would take any measure necessary to ensure them as well, even scheming. You hated that his pride saw him as a traitor for his interactions with the hyenas. The way he met his end annoyed you even more.

The two fought over the overhang cliffs of rock you lay flat on. Your body, beaten and bruised from the ensuing fight. Limbs shaking; you manage to push yourself up against the hot rock below you. Your legs wobble as you stand up, watching the battle in front of you. Scar and Simba, fighting brutally claws, fangs and roars exchanged.

Scar was older, no longer in his prime, yet he still fought hard. There should be no way Simba wins. There shouldn't have been. Lightning struck the edge of the rock Scar was on, making him tumble into the fire below. A painful roar sounded out from below, and you felt sick. The sound woke you up, making you pant for a moment.

You sat up, body sweating, and sat on the side of the bed. You hear a familiar displeased groan come from behind you as the bed shifts under the lion's weight. "Tch, you woke me up from my nap, Cub." Scar grumbles, but it lacks the edge he usually has. Glancing over at him with his tail batting irritably, you knew something wrong. You knew he wouldn't want to talk about it.

"I had a nightmare. I saw you fall into the fire…" Scar tensed at that and looked at you. "So that visier was right." "Huh?" "We've been together so long that some of my memories have bled into your dreams. What you saw is what happened…" the lion growled a bit towards the end. Annoyed with the idea of anyone poking into his memories.

"... I'm sorry." Scar huffed and stretched his back. "I still won in the end. Hyenas and lions live together. Oh, how I would love to see the faces of the pride right now…" Scar trailed off, though you can tell he was still a bit annoyed. Scar curled up and you used his body as a pillow, the same way you did back then as a kid.

"I guess it means I'm gonna have to find a way to bring you back faster. That way you can really get the last laugh." Scar let out an amused chuff. "That you do."

Ursula (Starkid)

"My brother held the antiquated notion that women should be seen and never heard. So he dethroned me then disowned me, and on top of that, rezoned me, to the outskirts of the kingdom in a cave. Took my scepter and my crown, though I tried to take him down, the truth and I now share a watery grave. The story lingers on, but the version that is drawn is twisted…"

You've started getting nightmares. Shared memories of the seven that live in your head manifesting within your dreams and haunting you. Ursula would often console your "poor soul" after experiencing it. She shared stories of the ocean and reminded you of all the fond memories you had under there as a kid. When she'd cast a spell on you and let you sink to the bottom to play with all the fish.

When you woke up in the ocean, you thought you were living out a happy memory. One where you would ride on Flotsam's and Jetsam's backs as you explored your new underwater playground. That was until you saw magic bolts fly into the water around you.

Ursula along with the eels engaged in some sort of battle. The eels slithered around the enemy mer, hoping to throw her off, however, a bolt of magic ricocheted off of her and onto the eels. Flotsam and Jetsam let out a final hiss as they disintegrated, burning away to ash. "MY BABIES!" Ursula shrieks. Raw anger flashes in her face in a way you've never seen before.

Her form stretches out, swallowing everything around her, yet it wasn't enough. A trident pierces through her body, leaving a hollow hole. Ursula lets out a choked gasp as she falls, succumbing to the tides. Dead. This was how she passed. You remember her telling you of the girl who dared to hurt her eels and how she swore vengeance upon her.

Waking up you don't feel as panicked, remembering what Jafar said. It was a bad memory that surfaced in your dream. But why were you crying? Was it perhaps the thought of watching three of your family members die in front of you? Tears roll down your face and you feel a large hand wipe them away. "What Is wrong, my little guppy?" Ursula purrs. Her voice immediately relaxes you. "Ah, a nightmare is it? I got just the thing!" She chuckles, usually you wer eused to her disregarding you, but as time went on she started to consider you one of her own. You feel a familiar pair of slimy eels wrap around you.

"I had a dream of that story you told me… where you fell." You paused, holding onto the eels tightly. "I was scared. I thought… the thought of you guys dying…" you trailed off and Ursula turns to look at you over her shoulder, small vial in hand.

"Hmph, that little mermaid. I will never forgive her for what she did to me and my babies! I won't go down that easily anytime soon..." Ursula frowned before turning around to face you. The eels snicker slightly. "Aww, you really do love us!" Jetsam starts. "How cute." Flotsam replies. Ursula chuckles and hands you the vial.

"Here you go. Drink up now. This potion will put you back to sleep and give you a much sweeter dream, little guppy." Her smooth hands glide over you once again as you press your head into her chest. "I'll be right here with you…"

Hades

The fun yet inappropriate uncle dad. He has always been there to tease and make fun of you, much like Ursula. Yet you loved him all the same

He admitted to enjoying your time stuck together quicker than the others, stating that this adventure was much more entertaining and fun than being stuck at his regular job which he complained much about. Ruler of the underworld and the dead was gloomy, boring. He was stuck all alone with nothing. No entertainment, no lights, no music. Just the screams of the damned swirling in that pit.

A pit he got stuck in. A pit he despised. One where he was stuck for eons, suffering, just to somehow get connected to you as a ghost. How odd...

Yet here he was in a dream, reliving the same painful memory he experienced all those years ago. Fighting the son of his enemy. Hercules. Just like the gods to send down a child to do their work for him. He knows well what his brothers think of him…

It was a good fight, great even. He was strong. Magic, fire, smoke, and total control over the domain. He has the upper hand. Yet why did it come crashing down? Why is it that anything he does isn't enough?

After all these years of planning. Years of scheming. Just for this. Failure. All he wanted was to be in Olympus with his family. To be included. Invited. And now some boy gets to ruin that just because he's his brother's son.

He hated it. As he fell into the River Styx, you dived after him. Hades called out for you to stop, you don't want to– ah shit. You stopped breathing for a moment. The sensation of some sort of limbo. The feeling of your bones rotting within you and your soul withering away. You were drowning. You struggled and cried out to reach Hades, your father, from in front of you. Yet to no avail.

Waking up you took in a breath. You were alive. You can breathe. Your skin is on the bone. You were safe. The blue glow of Hades fire was right there, alive and well. He looked like he just woke up too. "Tch, whatcha doing away kiddo? It's late you know? Oh are we breaking rules, I love breaking rules yknow?" You chuckled, knowing your other dads and mom wouldn't like you up so late.

It was hard to feel scared with Hades. "Just some dumb dreams." "Oh yeah, kid?" Hades turned to you and leaned in. "Tell me about it." His voice seemed softer than usual.

"We were in the underworld and I had to watch you fight Hades." "Oh! Did I kick his ass?!" Hades asked, childishly excited, the smirk on his face drops when he sees your frown. "C'mon kid, don't tell meI lost!" You frowned. "I had a dream where you got hurt. And I was scared. I didn't know what to do without you."

Hades seems to shut up slightly at that. His teasing nature put on hold as he saw tears fall from your eyes. "Hey hey hey! Come on kid don't cry right now! I'm right here with ya! I'm not going anywhere!"

You would take full advantage of his softness right now, knowing damn well he was gonna tease you to death later.

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mariamakeslemons · 2 years ago

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MerMay with Yuu

So, Yuu in this is AFAB (although there will be talk of being able to change genitals at will/hermaphrodites) with long hair (this is because I really like the look of long hair floating in water, don’t judge me, okay?) First are some Gen/ set up, then pairing Yuu with the Dorm Heads (with the exception of Jamil and Kalim being a two-for-one).

Gen

Yuu comes from a world where mers are a bit different from those in Twisted Wonderland.

Closer to traditional sirens of lore versus the modern mer based off the Little Mermaid, Yuu is, frankly, a little terrifying.

Lean and muscular, Yuu is a Deep Water mer, diving easily into the dark depths of the sea, down near the sea vents. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, and the strength to rip an Orca in half with little to no effort.

They keep their hair long so they can braid things into it. Shells, scales, sea flowers, bones, sunken treasure, if it looks pretty to them, they braid it into their hair to travel with them.

They haven’t had their first mating season yet, but they’re alright with being a “late bloomer” as they don’t know if they want to be the carrier or the provider (vag vs peen). They do know that none of their peers interest them.

They don’t speak common. Oh, they can sing it, but it’s meerly mimicry of actual speech/song. They have a beautiful voice, don’t misunderstand, but their singing is actually just nonsense, if you can hear past the hypnotic pull of it.

When they first arrive at NRC, they can’t walk, they can’t speak common, and all they do is hiss and snap at anyone who comes near them and their new legs.

Riddle

Upon first meeting Yuu, Riddle wasn’t too sure what to make of them. After all, while they were breaking rules, it’s also obvious that they were scared and had no idea what was going on.

During Chapter 1, he initially decides that they were just a massive trouble maker, only for them to like him enough to help stop his Overblot.

Afterward, Riddle won’t admit it, but he’s smitten with them, often inviting them to tea and carefully teaching them more common.

When he finally finds out that they are a mer, he briefly shies away from them (thanks Floyd), before they basically drag him back into their group of friends.

Riddle finds them beautiful, in a way that all the other mers at the school aren’t to him (Trey would eventually take him to the side and explain what’s going on when Riddle ends up gushing about Yuu), flushing brightly when Yuu looks up and beams at him, their scales turning into a bright, vibrant red, matching his hair.

When they smile with their sharp teeth, Riddle finds his stomach swooping with affection instead of horror like it would when seeing another mer do such a thing (*cough* Floyd *unconvincing cough*)

Leona

Realizing that the “non-magical human” is actually a mer that could take on the entirety of Savanaclaw and win? Leona is hard almost immediately, and he’s upset about it.

Pre-Chapter 2, he didn’t care either way about Yuu, thinking them to be a weak herbivore like all the other humans, weaker than that due to their “lack of magic”

Then Yuu faces down his Overblot, ignores the dangerous dehydration his Unique Magic caused them, and fucking suplexed Leona into the fucking field (there is now a hole on the pitch that Ruggie calls the Leona hole. Leona can’t say shit because Ruggie only refers to this hole when he’s starting to show signs of what caused his Overblot)

Afterward, Leona was intuned to Yuu more than he wants to admit. They start getting thirsty, he appears with an extra water that someone got for him. They get sleepy, he pulls them to the botanical garden to nap with him. They struggle with common, he teases them before helping them speak.

Yuu may have sung a lullaby from their world to him during Chapter 3, and he may have had the best sleep of his fucking life, holy shit he’s ready to do shit for once, what the fuck?

When he finally sees Yuu in their mer form, he’s surprised at how much he thinks it fits them. While he’s a little worried about being able to see their ribs (he also worries about Ruggie, but it’s more due to needing Ruggie to get healthier to be a good servant, don’t think it means anything else dammit), he also realizes that they are more powerful than he could imagine.

They have absolutely dragged Leona underwater to kiss him, sharing some of their breath with him and allowing him to breath underwater with them.

Azul

When Floyd and Jade returned from preventing Yuu and their friends from getting the picture all scratched up, Azul immediately wanted to know what happened. Only to stare in horror as Floyd and Jade described Yuu’s mer form, which matches a dogfish shark, but at a larger scale.

During Azul’s Overblot, Yuu actually grabs some of his tendrils and rips them apart with their bare hands, snarling at Azul the whole time (Leona, Ruggie, and Jade may now have erections while Floyd was laughing in shock for once). Overblot Azul freaks out a little bit, just a little (okay, that’s a damn lie, he loses his goddamn mind and screams at them to stay away)

Afterward, Azul hesitantly offers the Octavinelle pool in the lounge for them to swim in, only to jump in surprise as they sprint right to the pool and dive in, leaving their uniform behind without a moments hesitation.

When Yuu swims over, they look gorgeous to Azul. Bright eyes, a pleased smile, and a soft humming vibrating through the water, past the glass, and into the lounge. He never understood the human fascination with his people until he watches Yuu swim freely through the pool.

Floyd, of all people, finds out about Yuu’s habit of braiding things into their hair, and Azul immediately starts finding things that they may like. He may fall a bit in love when they take a bone from one of the fish that Azul had to catch and kill himself, and carefully braid it in.

Occasionally, he allows himself to join them in the pool, only to feel like the carrier with how they box him into a corner before curling around him as best they can for underwater cuddles (Floyd loudly complains about wanting to cuddle with Yuu while Jade finds the whole thing amusing).

Kalim & Jamil

Kalim is utterly fascinated with Yuu’s mer form while Jamil is, reluctantly curious as well. While they didn’t have a huge confrontation with Yuu’s more siren nature with Jamil’s Overblot, they still vaguely recognized it as Yuu dehydrated faster than the other students.

Even with the troubles that Yuu still has with common, Kalim happily chatters at them and braids their hair with any hair piece that seems to catch their eye.

Jamil has found another bug killer, but he’s a little reluctant to call them, because they straight up ate the bug that freaked him out. He doesn’t want the image of a bug leg twitching from Yuu’s mouth whenever he looks at them, thank you very much

Upon Yuu singing for them, Kalim immediately begs for Yuu to join the light music club, while Jamil asks them to sing again while pulling out his phone. Jamil would later use their song for a dance routine.

When they finally join Yuu in the water, Yuu practically drowns them in their excitement, before sharing air with them to allow the pair to breath underwater. There, Yuu shows off all the pretty and “pretty” things they have found so far, including a human skull that belongs to one of the school’s ghosts. Both boys are intrigued for different reasons, but still adore Yuu.

Vil

Danger is beauty, and Vil finds Yuu to be the most beautiful, dangerous being in the school.

Even before his overblot, Vil was trying to figure out how to get the Ramshackle Perfect to visit Pomfiore to dress them up.

Afterward, he is planning a proposal, how to help Yuu adjust in Twisted Wonderland, planning out their house and wedding (mentally, of course). He may have changed it slightly when Yuu picked up Rook and carried the hunter back to their dorm to take care of him.

Vil braids jewels and beautiful items into Yuu’s hair, making elaborate styles that Yuu wouldn’t be able to do on their own.

When Yuu finally gets into the water, Vil is fascinated by the jewel tones that make up their tail scales. He designs outfits around their colors and form, trying to figure out how to make an outfit to show off their mer form without needing water.

He absolutely takes the time to teach them how to walk in heels, although he also has stepped back and laughed when Yuu would fall flat on their face while wearing stilettos for the first time.

Idia

Haha, fire nerd goes brrr for terrifying, eldritch mer.

Every time Yuu does something even mildly terrifying, Idia is scared and horny. He just, constantly, lives in a state of horrified arousal.

Although, seeing Yuu coddle Ortho makes Idia soft as hell, to the point that he actually managed to get distracted from a game upon seeing the pair cuddle.

Idia doesn’t know or understand why Yuu introduces him as their carrier, at least until Azul pulls him to the side during a board game club meeting and explains. In explicit detail. This may have awakened Idia to h-games with futas and gay guys, but he will never tell.

Yuu has no idea what Idia is doing when he hacks, but they love to watch him in his element. In return, Idia is fascinated when Yuu enters the water and changes into their mer form.

They have matching grins, their teeth sharp and smiles mean.

Malleus

While a little surprised that his companion is not a child of Man, he is intrigued by the differences between Yuu and the Mermen of Twisted Wonderland.

Got a little flustered when Yuu picked him up in a princess carry during one of their late night talks. He thinks about that alot.

Yuu is legitimately interested in the gargoyles, to Malleus’ delight. At one point, Yuu even corrects someone about a difference between a gargoyle and a facade. Malleus was very proud.

If Malleus ends up helping Yuu with their common, they end up with a very formal speech pattern, while still being a gremlin child.

Yuu revealed their mer form to Malleus, and he revealed his dragon form in return. They end up exchanging scales, which seems to fluster Yuu, to Malleus’s confusion. Eventually, they reveal that exchanging scales is practically a permanent mating proposal, the mer equivalent of a closed marriage. Malleus is very pleased with this, as they are his treasure to keep.

#twisted wonderland #Riddle x Yuu #Leona x Yuu #Azul x Yuu #Kalim x Yuu x Jamil #Vil x Yuu #Idia x Yuu #Malleus x Yuu #my work #mild mention of N/S/F/W #Basically this is 16+

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 2 years ago

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Yuu can do it!

What if all three Yuus (from the novel, manga, and game) were sent to the same world?

Part 5

(Link to previous)

Ito had been gone for five minutes.

One of the sofas had collapsed so they had decided to drag it out into another room to scrap later, and by the time they had come back, Kuroki had apparently decided to adopt the tiny monster that had tried to kill them not even a few hours prior.

Kinda makes them worry about what Enma was doing, it had been a while since they’d last seen him, but they’re not going to think about that right now.

Ito sighed. “Okay, why is Grim here?”

“Cleaning,” said Kuroki. Grim held up his feather duster as if agreeing.

“That is not –.” They shook their head with a deep sigh. “That monster literally tried to kill us. Over clothes.”

“How is this the thing you’re normal about?” complained Kuroki.

“I need at least six days before I forgive people for attempted murder,” Ito deadpanned.

The moment they turned their exhausted gaze on Grim, who had been, wisely, quiet this entire time, the monster’s eyes welled with tears. “Don’t be mean, human! Ain’t you going to ask what I’m doin’ here? That’s what you people do, right? Talk about feelings and stuff? It wouldn’t kill you to listen to me!”

Ito took a step back in surprise. How was the monster making them feel bad about being wary of someone that had attacked them?! How was that fair?! It actually might kill them to listen to him!

Grim must have taken their stunned silence as a cue to go on, because he pressed a hand to the white fur of his chest:

“I was born to be the greatest mage who ever lived! So I’ve been waitin’ and waitin’ for that black carriage to come for me…” The cat-like slant of his eyes lowered in apparent sadness. “For so long… but that Dark Mirror has no eye for talent! Was it really wrong of me to take initiative and come here myself?”

“Oh, Grim, that’s…” said Kuroki, frowning.

“Yeah…” Ito agreed quietly.

Only for them to whip around to glare at Kuroki as a realization hit them: “Hold on, you didn’t know either? Why’d you let him in, then?!”

“I don’t know! He’s cute!” Kuroki tried to defend himself. Emphasis on the word tried.

But Ito just shook their head and allowed it. The monster didn’t seem all that intent on hurting them now that they weren’t in the way of him getting into his coveted school, so they weren’t in danger.

Besides, the flames from his ears made for steady light in a place with light fixtures so dim and muted by grime they may as well have been off.

Speaking of his ears, Grim jumped when a drop of water hit him in the head. “Gah! Can’t either of you magic away these leaks? These flaming ears are my trademark, y’know! Can’t have ‘em getting doused!”

“Forgetting something?” Kuroki said, rolling his eyes.

Grim’s forlorn expression quickly contorted into a smirk. “Ah, that’s right! You can’t use magic! You guys are kinda useless, aren’t you?”

“Well, why don’t you fix them, then?”

“I don’t work for free. Now, if you had a couple of tuna cans, then we could talk.”

Ito doubted that he knew how to do anything but spew fire, but they figured arguing the point wasn’t worth it. The leaky roof wasn’t going to deal with itself and, if Grim wasn’t going to help, then it was up to them.

They set some buckets and spare pots under the leaks in the ceiling. Maybe they could even use the rainwater to mop if they managed to get enough of it, since the chances of the water being okay in a place like this were close to zero. Gotta love efficient thinking.

Except, strangely enough, one of the pots tipped over the moment they turned their back to it, shattering on the floor and spilling shards and water over the floor.

Ito frowned. They hadn’t thought that it had been on an unsteady floorboard.

Kuroki glanced up at the sound and his eyes blew wide at whatever he saw over Ito’s shoulder.

Uh oh. Please don’t be the monster going beserk again.

…

… okay, well, good news! It wasn’t Grim!

That was pretty much the only good thing that was going on right then, though.

Because staring right back at them was a shimmering, silver ghost with pale blue eyes. The top hat atop its head might have made things less scary if said head wasn’t currently tucked under their arm like a football.

An ungodly screeching sound left their lips and it took a hand grabbing them by the back of their shirt to get them moving. Kuroki dragged Ito close. Probably as a shield, to be honest.

“Heehee!” The ghost giggled, two fingers coming to rest over his mouth as if trying to hide its amusement. “Oh dear! It seems I’ve made a mess! What a shame!”

Okay… so, maybe it was just a Peeves-like figure? Meant to be annoying and nothing more?

“Welcome to our castle! Stay a while!” The pupils in his eyes disappeared. “Stay forever!”

Nopenopenopenope.

Ito grabbed a nearby candlestand and brandished it like a weapon. Hopefully the ghost couldn’t tell they had no idea how to use it.

The ghost giggled again, jamming his head back onto his body until the only hint that it wasn’t attached was a thin line of blue light.

Grim launched themselves at Kuroki for help. He caught the ball of fur on instinct, only to regret it as sharp claws dug into his skin through the fabric of his ceremonial robes. He hissed quietly and backed up in surprise, tumbling towards the ground.

But the two of them were caught, shockingly.

Kuroki opened an eye cautiously when they didn’t hit the ground and found that the person that had caught them wasn’t a person at all.

Another ghost, this one tall and thin, stretched over them and peered into their faces.

And then, to Ito’s surprise, Kuroki twisted in the ghost’s grip and swung on him.

Even stranger, the ghost doubled over as Kuroki’s fist made contact with his stomach, a pained wheeze leaving it as it floated back a few ‘feet’ to get away from his assaulter.

Grim dropped to the ground and curled up in a tight ball, paws over his head. Kuroki took a few stumbling steps back, more than willing to help put some distance between himself and the ghost.

“How rude!” The thin ghost said, voice still a little breathy from the punch. “We were only greetin’ our guests. It’s been so long since we’ve had visitors.”

The ghosts were circling their group, though they were careful to stay just out of reach after the first punch (hopefully it would stay that way). Kuroki and Ito backed into each other and did their best to adapt to the fact that they were definitely being cornered. Kuroki swept a leg out, hooking the toe of his shoe around Grim and sliding him into their ‘protective’ circle.

“Yes, yes! Make yourselves at home!”

“We’re just itchin’ for new friends!” The tall ghost stretched even taller, looming over them. “Why don’t you join us, hm?”

Ito tried to smack him upside the head with their candlestick holder for getting too close, but it phased straight through him. Damn it.

Grim whimpered a little.

Both humans looked to the tiny ball of fur curled between their feet. Quick as a flash, Ito chucked the candlestick holder at the nearest ghost – it didn’t manage to spear them like they intended, sadly, it just phased right through it again, but it did shock him into backing up a few steps – and then pushed Grim out of the circle.

“Do the fire thing.”

“I’m not your –!”

“Grim, there are ghosts, this isn’t the time to be cross!” Kuroki hissed.

Grim let out a yelp of surprise at the normally quiet person’s outburst, licks of flame spilling from his mouth.

The monster, somehow, despite the close proximity, managed to miss. It was almost impressive. Maybe it would have managed to actually be impressive if flames weren’t currently chasing the trails of dust still on the floor, webbing along in an intricate pattern that made moving their legs risky.

The headless ghost put his hands on his hips, carefully picking its way through the flames to get closer. “Now, now, no need for violence. We just want some new ghost friends to play with!”

“Oh, so when you want to be violent it’s cool but when we want to suddenly it’s wrong,” Kuroki sassed the ghost. A bold move, considering they were still in danger and Grim was apparently not going to be of help, but Ito kind of respected it for its idiocy.

Ito sighed and nudged Grim again. “Master sorcerer! Do something!”

Unfortunately, even stroking his already massive ego did little to help Grim’s aim. The next shot he made breezed past the nearest ghost before continuing on its merry way. Flames lapped at the curtains on a nearby window.

“When they said ‘do something’ I don’t think they meant ‘set the dorm ablaze’!” Kuroki groaned.

Grim puffed up, though it was unclear whether this was in indignation or because he was preparing another fireball. “Quiet! I don’t need lip from you, human!”

Kuroki sighed. “Fine! Fine! Beat them and I’ve got a can of tuna with your name on it!”

The tall ghost reached long, clawed fingers for them.

“Two!” Kuroki corrected himself quickly. “Two cans of tuna!”

“You’re right,” said Grim, who seemed to be steeling himself. “I’m The Great Grim! I’m not afraid of any dumb ghosts!”

He shot another fireball and this one, while still missing pretty badly, came closer than the others had. The ghost backed up in apparent surprise.

But Ito had been watching closely this time, and they quickly realized the problem:

“Are you actually trying to do this with your eyes closed?”

“Shut up! Just… tell me where to shoot and I’ll do it!” Grim yelled.

Ito clenched their fists in irritation but Kuroki was apparently far more adaptable than they were, because he said, “Fine! On your left!”

And, like that, they became Pokemon trainers. Ito couldn’t say that this was how they expected the night to go, but it was still not as weird as having a hand reach through your mirror to drag you to another world, so they were hardly as phased as they should have been.

The ghosts were forced to back away to avoid getting murdered (? Can ghosts die a second time?).

Just when their group of living beings was finally getting the upper hand, another ghost phased through the ceiling, the upper half of their slightly portly body poking through. He smiled at his friends as they tried their hardest to avoid getting burnt to a crisp.

“If you’re done messing with these two, the person up here is way more fun.”

The ghosts didn’t think twice, floating straight up to get away from them.

Kuroki breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders finally relaxing. He looked around at the, frankly, ruined kitchen. “Man, all of these fires are going to be so annoying to put out –.”

Ito barely heard him. They were too busy grabbing Grim by his collar and racing towards the nearest staircase.

“Enma!”

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#man i hate fight scenes #literally why do i write them as often as i do #i wanna cry every time #aaaaaaaaa #whatever i give up this is as good as its gonna get im tired #twst #twst fanfic #twst yuu #twisted wonderland #kuroki yuuya #enma yuuken #yuu can do it!#grim twst

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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years ago

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Do you know the famous RPG game called Ib? Basically a game where a little girl got lost in a bizzare, cursed art gallery and her journey into going back to the real world. Now I'm thinking about that but crossover with my Little MC AU!!! Here's a rough drabble of it:

NRC decided to organized a field trip to a famous Art Gallery in the Island, a gallery that exhibit famous artworks of a legendary artist called Guertena.

Little MC was also allow to go because she didn't have school on that day and they couldn't just leave a small child alone at the school!!

So while walking around the Gallery, MC found a big and long painting displayed in a secluded area, titled "??? World". She couldn't read the full name because she's 6 and doesn't know the word yet, suddenly the light went out but everything around her is still visible enough

MC was a little confused at first and became even more confused when she walked out of the area and see no one in the outside sector even though it were packed with the school's students, it was like as if she is the only one in the gallery. Everything else feels so silent

The little girl knew that she can't just stand there and wait for someone. She knew the chances are small, probably she's even in a different world!!!

So she decided to look around the place, looking for a way. Then she found a painting, it was a little different because it was placed on the ground!!! There are queue line stand surrounding the painting in a square shape, a wooden stand has the artwork's title it seems, the title read:"??? Of The Deep". The girl got closer then she feels like it's made out of water so without hesitation,she jumped and landed at the 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐚

•𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅•

Malleus: Say where is little beastie? Have you seen her, child of man?

Yuu: I think I saw her walking around here, I was busy taking photos for Grim to see cuz he can't go!!! Well let me text the others and ask them if Mari is with them. Meanwhile let's split up and search

Sebek: nghh that little human made Young Master worry for her. I SHOULD HAVE HOLD HER HAND SO SHE WON'T GET LOST!!!!!

Lilia: I'm sitting here and wondering if you're angry that she made Malleus worry or you're just worried like him

Silver:*sleeping then jolted awake* Wait what did I missed?

*In the NRC Group Chat*

Yuu: Hey have you guys seen MC anywhere?

Riddle: No, wasn't she with you?

Yuu: Yeah but I allowed her to go freely, I was busy taking photos and all. Of course, I made sure to tell her not to follow strangers

Leona: That Kitty is not here

Azul,Vil, Kalim: Same at our place

Yuu: Her self defense is good but still,we can't left out the possibility something bad might have happened

Crowley: OH NO MY BABY!!!!!!!!

Yuu: Crowley please calm down. Let's gathered for now

*Now back to the Main Story*

*When the main ones are gathered*

Riddle: I think that we should check the cameras to see where she went. I mean the artworks cost from hundreds to millions, I'm sure they have cameras for security!!!!

Yuu: Oh yeah that's a great idea!!!!!!

Crowley: OH MY GOD MY BABY IS MISSING. IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO HER, MY WIFE IS GONNA KILL ME!!!!! I WOULDN'T FORGIVE MYSELF IF SOMETHING HORRIBLE DOES HAPPEN TO HER!!!!!!!

Crewel:*slaps* Crowley calm down right now. Don't panic,that mouth of yours is speaking taboo now it's not the time for that!!!!

Yuu: Damn it I should have hold her hand. This is real serious!!!!

Kalim: Don't worry Yuu, it's not your fault!!! After all you only wanted her to freely explore the place and enjoy some arts

Yuu: Thank you but still-

*Then Malleus' voice interrupted*

Malleus: Everyone come over here, there's something that is real suspicious here

*Then everyone went to place where the "Fabricated World" painting is located"

Azul: Draconia-san,why do you find this painting suspicious ? I mean it's quite a masterpiece but I don't understand

Malleus: It's because of your level Ashengrotto. This painting has a menacing aura, only those who are experts of magic can tell. There's even a seal here that prevent other people from feeling how ominous it is

Sebek: As expected of the Young Master, one of the strongest wizards in all of Twisted Wonderland. Of course Young Master would notice immediately

Yuu: Do you think this painting has something to do MC's disappearance?

Malleus: Yes it does, I can tell that this painting serves as an entrance to a different world. Considering little beastie's age, she's probably lost in there

Crowley*hold up chair*: I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA BREAK IT!!!! BABY HOLD IN THERE DADDY IS COMING!!!!!

Crewel:*hold him back* STOP IT YOU LUNATIC!!!!!!!! IF YOU DESTROY IT,YOU MIGHT KILL HER!!!!!!

*Then Crewel dragged the old bird elsewhere*

Malleus: Heh this thing is powerful. A mere chair can't even leave a scratch on it

Lilia: I heard rumours circulating this man called Guertena. There are rumours that he's obsessed with bringing his works to life. Still even with those words,his works are known and famous worldwide. No one suspect a thing. I think there might have been more people who went missing because of this cursed painting. But this Gallery hide the truth from the public. Where's the Manager? Bring him here!!!! Told him bring the footage too

Manager*holding an iPad*: Yes I'm here!!💦

Lilia:*snatched the iPad* Good. Now let's see*open the camera footage* Aha there's the little one

[6:30]: Little MC is seen taking a turn to where the ??? World painting is

[6:31]: She isn't seen standing before the painting at all,even though clearly she was standing there and was supposed to

Lilia: Strange supposedly, she has to enter the camera because she was heading to where this painting is displayed and there is a camera supervising the painting. Why wasn't she there???!!!!

The Manager: We don't really know, we didn't edit it. Trust us!!!! There were people who went to see this painting but all of them didn't appear standing before the painting. There were indeed some people who walked through here yet the even more strange thing is that there are a few who went missing.

Lilia: Trust you? We don't even know who you guys are. Ah I see now. This painting is probably the most expensive and the most famous one here so you guys can't really throw it away and because of money again,you cannot store it elsewhere right? You guys probably used money so there is no notice on the news, maybe only on the unpopular channel but who would watch it really? Am I right, Mr Manager?

Yuu: How could you?

Now all eyes are on the poor man. There is a burning anger in them

Mr Manager is silence he fear if he spill a word,he wouldn't be able to speak again

Sebek*about to kick the guy's a$$*: You despicable-

Malleus:*hold out hand* Now now Sebek. No need to rush. I still need him for one thing. I'm gonna buy this painting, how much is it?

The Manager: Wait-

*The Manager was pinned to the wall*

Malleus*look at him furiously*: I don't care how much is it, I'm the Prince of Valley of Thorns. Money is no problem. The problem here is that it's your fault that my little beastie is in that Malicious World. Ah you're wondering why I buy it right? Because I'll burn this thing after MC is rescued, it should not exist at all because it's putting MC's life at risk right now! You can just kiss this job goodbye after this

*The guy is dropped to the floor, terrified*

Malleus: Now we need someone to go in there,we can't all go in there. That would make the problem bigger, I shall-

Yuu: I will

Everyone: WHAT?!!!!

Yuu: It's my fault, I didn't look after her carefully. I shall go

Malleus: I understand you wanted to do this, child of man. Fine then take this *summon a emerald gem necklace and put it on Yuu*

Yuu: Tsunotaro this-

Malleus: It's a communicator and a powerful charm, it can also summon fire too, fire can serve as your light and weapon after all. If you need help,use it. I shall come to your aid

Yuu: Thank you for your kindness, Tsunotaro

Malleus: It's a good thing to help friend right?

Then Yuu turned around and faced the cursed painting. They're ready for the terrifying journey ahead,they don't care if they has to risk their life now. They will bring Marinetta back to this world

Then Yuu touched the painting and black covered everything

I never heard about the game, but it surely sounds interesting and the ib au you did there!💕

#nanami answers

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kirishwima · 3 years ago

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"...Kenma's coming over"

"He WHAT?!"

Lev, whose head was resting in your lap, a bag of cheetos on his belly that he'd let cover his black tee with orange dust, wasted no time in jumping up, eyes wide with shock, cheetos be damned-much to your dismay.

"Clean that up" you asked with a sigh as he bent down to grab the snacks that had been now scattered across your living room's carpet, "and...yeah. He just texted me asking if we could talk."

"Oh I'm giving that bastard a piece of my mind that-that-idiot!" he huffed, jumping up from the couch with a frown, wiping his hands on his shirt.

"No, Lev-I...I'll need you to go. I have to talk to him on my own, clear things up."

He held your gaze for a long moment, a silent competition-until he sighed, nodding, bending down to cup your cheeks between his large palms.

"If he gives you any trouble Y/N, if he's being mean or anything-you call me and I'll come throw him out a window! And break his playstation!"

He pretended to huff when you giggled, but you could see the smile on his lips, his triumphant stand as he straightened back up.

"You've been hanging out with Yuu and Ryo way too much" you said, getting up and following him to the door as he got ready to go.

"...are you really gonna be ok?" he asked one last time, standing awkwardly besides the door.

You appreciated it, the way your friends cared for you so much-how sweet, gentle giant Lev would willingly throw hands with someone if it's to keep you safe, even if he's never even hurt a fly.

"I'll have to be", you decided, squaring your shoulders-fake it 'till you make it, isn't that what they say? "My relationship with him...it's already ruined. At least I can tell him what's been on my mind with no fear of consequence now".

Lev nodded, still uncertain-but he trusted you and your decisions, you knew he did. So with one last hug and a bid of goodbyes he left, the thud of the door behind him deafening in your now quiet apartment.

And now, being alone...you couldn't help it. The way your gut clenched, bile rising up to your throat. Your breath hitched thinking of all the possible scenarios, of the words you were about to speak, the secret you've been holding onto for dear life soon to be shared with the one person you thought it never would.

It took all of your willpower to simply head to the kitchen, to sip on a glass of water as you waited, mind whirling, the clock not ticking fast enough-until the fated knock on the door came, timid, quiet-not how one expects a life-turning event to begin.

The face that greeted you as you opened up was a hollow one-Kenma was never an overly-expressive sort but right now...he was blank, eyes reddened, the bags beneath them puffy and dark.

He hung his head low, refusing to look at you as you greeted him, his steps slow, cautious as he entered your apartment-as if this wasn't the millionth time he'd been here, as if he didn't know the layout and where you kept what better than you did sometimes.

You nodded to the kitchen, saying you'd pour him some water first-you know him, know he's probably been neglecting himself, has probably not had a sip of water in days, relying on junk and sodas. You wanted to be mad, to not care-but how could you?

He followed you without a word, standing across the counter as you pushed a cup in his hands, waiting quietly until he took a few sips-carefully considering the next words that'd come out of your mouth.

"I'm-"

"I-"

You both started and stopped, looking wide eyed at one another. He hid into his hoodie, taking a deep breath before trying to speak back up-but you simply shook your head, bringing a palm up to stop him.

"Wait-Sorry, just...let me go first, before I lose the guts to. Yeah?"

He nodded, slow and curious.

And so...it was time to get the cat out of the bag. With a deep breath, you let your eyes focus onto the countertop, at your own shaky fingers.

"We...we've been friends for years now, and being your friend-it definitely had it's ups and downs" you laughed, a quiet bitter thing, "You're not always the easiest person to get along with."

You refused to look at his face, but knew he was probably nodding along, maybe hiding his face into his hoodie-but you had no time to comfort him, had to carry on.

"Yet the more I got to know you...the closer we got I couldn't help but realise how kind you really are. You're so funny, real sarcastic at times, but you're genuine, you care for others so much even if you don't show it with words- Kenma, I never once felt like I had to act like anything but myself around you. You...made me feel safe"

You took sighed, eyes shut.

"It's no wonder I fell in love with you."

You heard his sharp intake of breath, making your gut churn.

"I know-I know telling you will just ruin what we had but...it's already in the gutter isn't it? Guess I might as well just-"

Your eyes met his face for a brief moment-enough to make you falter.

He-he was crying?!

Kenma's hands rubbed furiously at his eyes, refusing to look at you as he tried to compose himself.

"Woah hey-Kenma?!"

You reached for him but he shook his head, shoulders trembling.

"I-Tsukishima?!" was all he managed to say.

You sighed, shrugged your shoulders.

"I had to find a way to get these feelings towards you to stop growing. I did like Tsukki, back when I first met him-but it wasn't love. I couldn't lie to myself, not about this."

He didn't say anything. Didn't even look in your general direction, his face tilted away-body tense like a coil ready to snap.

You wanted to do something, anything to soothe him-but what? How could you help when you're the one that caused this?

Tentatively you walked across the counter, nearing where he sat on the barstool-put your hands on his arms, squeezed-to be frank, you had no idea what to do, what you were doing.

"-too"

You hummed, looking at his face, hidden beneath his sleeves.

"Me too. I love you too-"

That...wasn't what you expected. Your mind tried to catch up to what he was saying, hands falling to your sides but Kenma was quick, grabbing a hold of you, bringing you into his embrace-it was awkward, his arms dug into your back, his head pushed against your chest from where he sat on the stool.

Did you really hear that right?

"I love you-I love you I didn’t know what to do, I just realised it and my brain was a mess Y/N-"

He took a shaky wet breath, pulling away to face you-for the first time tonight, you locked eyes. Despite it all, the redness, the tears, the dark circles-his eyes were bright, a new spark in them, and focused on you, drinking in your face, your features, every single thing he loved and more.

"I’m sorry" he said, and though blunt-you knew this was the most sincere Kenma could be. "The moment I realised my feelings I just…the thought of being ‘just friends’ with you broke me. I didn’t know how to face you. I shut you out ‘cuz I’m a coward-"

You couldn’t help it. He was there, cheeks flushed, a small silly pout on his lips as he apologised-what else could you do but take a hold of his cheeks and kiss him?

For a moment his whole body stilled as your lips touched his, before you felt his become pliant, his arms around your neck; his smile was infectious, the way you felt it against your mouth, how you both shared an incredulous laugh, kissing him again, and again, and again-making up for all time lost to miscommunication.

"Don’t think you’re forgiven yet!" You huffed, staring him down. You couldn’t keep a serious face even if you wanted to, not when he was looking at you with that stupid soft smile, as if you were the brightest moon he’d ever laid eyes upon. He had to bite his lip to stop from giggling like a kid, the mere thought of you being his-his! bursting in his chest like a newfound warmth on a winter night.

"Okay."

"I mean it! I expect a bubble tea at my door every day" you tried, really, but he let his hands trail down to your waist, his thumbs drawing aimless circles on your skin-he leaned back in, kissed you softly.

"Okay."

"With extra tapiocas!"

He kissed you again, his forehead knocking against yours.

"Anything. Anything you want."

Really…how could you even pretend to be mad?

"…You", you eventually breathed out, "That’s all I want."

His smile was infectious, turning you both into heaps of giggles, the tense atmosphere all but forgotten, all secrets revealed, hearts shed and intertwined.

It’s all as it should be.

Both of you, cuddling on the couch, your head on his shoulder, his arms never leaving your body, as if afraid you’d slip out of his fingers (You wouldn’t-you wouldn’t), his lips leaving gentle kisses at the crown of your head, laughing, teasing one another.

Balance restored, at last.

*****

Love in the Twitch Era // Streamer AU-Part 16

It’s here! Sorry for the delay-but this is the official ‘final part’, though there’ll be an epilogue of sorts soon after :) Thank you for reading my first SMAU, and i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did working on it <3

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tetsurouskuro · 4 years ago

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Sweet Temptations

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, swearing, violence, mentions of drugs, dom!kuroo, mafia!au haikyuu, smut, sexual tension, orgasm denial, spitting, spanking (with a belt and hand), hair pulling and other stuff i may have forgotten

word count: 9,654

tag list: @iwaqchan @myherowritings (message me if you want to be added)

a/n: forgive me father for i have sinned!! ok, so i saw THIS! picture of kuroo and all i could think about was “i need to write a mafia!au with kuroo” and here i am and oh god i hope it’s good because it sounded so good in my head and to put everything down to words is on another level!! in this story all of the characters (and you) are a bit older, around 25-ish! also, a big thank you to Sof aka @myherowritings for helping me through with this and listening to my ranting and stuff... anyways... feedback is always appreciated and i hope you guys enjoy it! <3

Synopsis: Kuroo is the grandson of Nekomata Yasufumi, from the Nekoma mafia clan. You’re the granddaughter of Ukai Ikkei, from the Karasuno mafia clan. A arranged marriage between the two of you would mean that two big mafia clans would be able to work together and get even bigger and cover more ground in Japan, but there’s only one thing stopping this from happening... Kuroo and you...

MASTERLIST!

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Scotch whiskey in his hand, two ice cubes in the glass he twirled it around with his wrist while his other hand was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes shut tightly as he tried to listen to Kenma, his righthand man talk about the current sales going around and how the next shipping was going for the states. Kuroo had one hell of a headache, and not because of the alcohol, no. He was anxious about meeting his boss, his grandfather; Nekomata Yasufumi.

“Kuroo, are you even listening to me?” Kenma sighed at his boss and best friend.

“No.” He answered bluntly, but truthfully. Not looking at the man in front of him.

“What's the matter? We need to get the shipping out soon and there's still a lot of people who haven't paid up our dealers.”

Kuroo opened his eyes, looked at Kenma as he drowned the scotch, the whiskey burning his throat, making his abdomen warm from the liquor. Taking a deep breath, he spoke calmly to Kenma.

“Don't worry about me and send Lev to the dealers. You can always trust a Russian around these kinds of things.” Kuroo stood up from his seat behind the big mahogany desk and walked around it to stand in front of his friend, placing his left hand on Kenma's left shoulder. “Fix it. I have some matters to take care of.”

“Of course, boss.”

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Knocking on the big wooden door, he heard his grandfather speak, giving him the go to come in. Opening the door, Kuroo walked in, his legs carrying him inside with confident steps. The room was beautifully decorated. On the left wall was a built-in bookshelf. Books recorded back to the early 1700-century. To the right was a wine-red leather sofa, in front of it a rectangular coffee table. In the far corner of the room was a 1600-century Italian old-world globe bar. It stood open and two glasses were missing.

Looking in front of him, his grandfather was sitting behind a similar mahogany desk that he had in his office. Two chairs stood in front of the desk. Walking over Kuroo unbuttoned his suit jacket and took a seat in one of them, sighing in the process. Nekomata watching his only grandson, he could tell that the young man in front of him was stiff.

“Relax, son. What are you so worried about?”

“Ojii-chan,” was all Kuroo spoke. Nekomata placed a tumbler in front of him and Kuroo, each glass was half full.

“I didn't call you to talk business son. I wanted to talk to you about the Ukai's.” This made Kuroo perch up.

“Oh?”

“You know that you're marrying Ukai Ikkei's granddaughter in a couple of weeks, right?”

“Yeah, I know. It's an agreement our parents made before they died.” Both yours and Kuroo's parents had died when both of you were 5 years old, him being 7. Both Nekomata and Ukai did not want their grandchildren to be put in any foster home, so they took you in.

“Correct.” Nekomata pushed one of the half full glasses to Kuroo and both men brought them up to their lips, taking a sip. Kuroo started to think about his fiancée. Did she like whiskey or brandy? Truth to be told, he did not care. It also showed how little he knew about his soon-to-be wife. He did not know anything significant about her, other than her name and birthday. Everything else, Ukai Ikkei had kept buried. There were no pictures of you anywhere. No social media accounts or driver license. Nothing. You were like a ghost to him. If he did not know any better, he would've thought you didn't exist.

But it made sense, though. Kuroo would have done the same if he had a daughter. Family was everything. It was one thing his grandfather had drilled into his and the other members heads since they were children.

“There has been some change of plans. She's on her way here now.”

“What?”

“You heard. Ukai and I talked and come to the agreement that she should come here now and the two of you should get to know each other.” Kuroo didn't want to get married. He didn't want to marry you. He wanted to have the freedom of not being tied down to one woman.

But he also wanted to honor his family. Mostly his grandfather. Nekomata Yasufumi had done everything he could for Kuroo. At the age of 5, he had learned the truth about what his family was doing. At the age of six, he had learned how to fire of a gun, being skilled already at that young age. But most importantly, he had learned that blood is thicker than water. Family was everything. Absolute.

“You need to stop fucking that whore you bring around so much,” this made Kuroo smirk. Natasha, the whore Nekomata was talking about was the girl Kuroo had by his bed to pleasure him. She wasn't good looking, or smart for that matter, but that wasn't why Kuroo kept her. She had a good throat and a nice cunt.

“I'll get rid of her. I know what our agreement says.”

“Infidelity. Keep that snake in your pants.” Kuroo laughed at his grandfather.

“If I have to throw a paper bag over her while I fuck her, then I'll do it, Ojii-chan.”

“End it, now.” Kuroo stands up and throws back the rest of his whiskey.

“I will. When is she here?”

“They're already on the road, so approximately three hours. Don't be late.”

“I won't.” Kuroo stands up and is just about to leave when Nekomata hands him a big file.

“Read it. Yamamoto broke through their firewall and got a hold of their records.” Kuroo smirks at his grandfather and exits the room. The day couldn't get any better now.

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“Yuu, what are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh! I'm playing a game.”

“Now? You're supposed to read the map!”

“Well, last time I checked it was still 5 miles left until the next exit!”

“Guys. Please I'm trying to read back here...”

“Sorry boss!”

Sighing at the two men in the front seat, you skimmed through the files that your grandfather had handed you (he and his goddamn files). There it was all the information about your future husband and the rest of his family.

“I can't believe Nekoma almost tripled their profits in less than a year,” you spoke loudly. Not really expecting one of the two men in the front seat to answer.

“They've also somehow gotten their drugs into Nohebi territories. Mexico, Russia, and the damn States. They have networks going through most of East Asia, those city boys.” Tanaka states and you laugh at his nickname for the Nekoma.

“Soon it'll be yours too, boss,” Nishinoya turns around in his seat to look at you and gives you reassuring smile.

“That's if he accepts the last-minute change in the contract,” you answer him back.

“You mean, where you demand to be kept informed and in agreement with his future decisions involving the business?” Tanaka laughs. “It'll be interesting to see his reaction.”

“It will be indeed. I allowed them to hack into our records also earlier today.” The men laugh at that. Not because it's funny, no. They laugh because Nekoma thought they had you now. Or so they thought.

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“I'm telling you boss, they won't dare step another foot in our territory again,” Lev spoke as he took a sip of his can of soda.

“Good. Anything else? I need to get going soon. Kenma you're in charge while I'm gone.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Lev asked while Kenma just nodded as he read through some information Yamamoto had sent him earlier on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Family business. If the Nohebi try anything else, you know what to do. No need to hold back.” Kuroo spoke with an even voice as he pulled on his suit jacket.

“By the way, boss. Are you friend with the Fukurodani boss?” Yaku spoke from his spot on the leather sofa.

“Yeah. Grew up with him. Why?” Kuroo quirked an eyebrow at the short savage.

“There's a file he sent us.”

“I'll read through it later,” Kuroo said and walked towards the door and said goodbye to the group that had formed in the basement of the hidden base. He walked to the underground garage and unlocked his jet-black Audi R8, taking a seat and speeding to the exit. Once he had turned and driven for 5 minutes, there was an incoming call, he simply connecter it to the car Bluetooth.

“Ojii-chan, I'm on my way.”

“Hurry. They're already here.”

“I figured. I'm 15 minutes away.” Hanging up, Kuroo let out a big sigh. He was not looking forward to this meeting. He wasn't looking forward to meeting you. He didn't want a wife. Yet, he wanted to know what you looked like. He was a little intrigued. He was about to spend the rest of his life with you.

Pulling up to the private road that led to the Nekoma mansion he parked the car next to a big SUV and got out. Walking towards the stairway that led him inside, he opened the door and walked in, announcing his arrival. He could hear chatter and he followed the sound of the voices, leading him into the dining room. Walking in he is met with his grandfather, a tall muscular man with a buzzcut, a short but also muscular man. The shortest had black hair, ruffled upwards. A tiny tuft of his hair falls over his forehead and is bleached dirty blond. Both men looked dangerous and he knew they were your bodyguards.

His eyes then travel to find yours and his breath hitches. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. From where he stood, he could tell you were perfection. From your wavy, (y/h/c) hair, flawless skin, and deep (y/e/c) eyes, to your perfect hourglass figure. The knee-length black dress hugged each and every one of your curves. But your ass – fuck. It was like your lips were demanded to be kissed, and Kuroo's cock demanded to have his way with you right then and there.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, I'm Kuroo Tetsurou,” Kuroo's eyes never leaving you. As if it only were the two of you there.

“Pleasure's all mine. You're taller than I expected.” You laugh. “I'm (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“6'2 to be exact, but who's counting.”

“Tanaka. Nishinoya. Could you leave us alone so we can go over the contract?”

“Ojii-chan?”

“Gentlemen, if you would follow me,” Nekomata speaks and Kuroo watches as the men exit the dining room, watching their backs disappear. Turning his head, he sees that you are watching him. His eyes are cold, his hazel orbs looking into yours. His facial expression is narrow, you can't read this man at all. You just stand there, watch this beautiful man in front of you and wonder what type of person he is. Is he brutal as the words are said about him back in the Miyagi prefecture?

Kuroo turns around and walks to the bar and pours himself a drink. Without turning to look at you he asks, “Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you.” You answer him back, moving your legs to the windows. Watching and taking in the scenery. Soon this would be your new home, and behind you stood your future husband. Your fiancée, who you didn't know anything about and that was scary for you. It was one thing dealing with weapons and drugs, those were materials that you could handle and knew HOW to handle. This, Kuroo Tetsurou, was different. He had a brain, heart and soul for himself.

“How much are you involved in the business?” Kuroo speaks, turning around you see that he has taken a seat by the bar. Scanning him up and down, the black three-piece Giorgio Armani suit sits tightly around his thick thighs, arms and shoulders. The white button-down shirt is tight against his chest and abdomen, and the dark red tie is completing the look, making him look edible. He is leaning back in his seat; his elbows are bracing his weight as he slowly sips his liquor and watches you as he does it. Your panties are suddenly very, very damp but you would not let him see you this effected by just his looks. Composing yourself you answer his question.

“I oversee the weapons and drugs that come in and out of all of Miyagi. I am also in charge of selling the weapons to potential businesses, but also to send out threats and deal with any problem that may occur. It's also I who holds the annual gala and fundraising events that occur here in Tokyo for my grandfather’s business.”

“Wow. Impressive. For a woman.”

“Excuse me?”

“But you don't go out and handle clients?” Kuroo ignores your little outburst and questions you further.

“Oh. I do that too, Kuroo.”

“Interesting,” his glass is empty, and he sets it down on the bar, stands up and walks over to you. Even with your 5” heels he's still towering over your small frame. “Shall we sign the papers?”

“Have you read through the contract?”

“I've read it so many times I've memorized it now. Just sign the contract.”

“I've made some changes. You should re-read it.” Walking towards the table where the paper was lying, he picked it up and scanned the two lines that had been changed.

“You're kidding,” he snickered. “You're asking to basically babysit how I run my business?”

“Ah-ah. We are not married yet. It will be ours or there's no deal, so Kuroo Tetsurou, sign the paper and rule over both the Karasuno and Nekoma or leave it and there's no deal.” Stunned. His facial expression turns to pure hatred. To think that you were a witch. He was angered, his cock was hard, and he wanted to fuck some sense into you on the dining table.

Picking up the pen, he signed his signature next to yours. Kuroo agreed because of the honor he has for his family and wanted to please his grandfather. Yes, he would have liked you to be a wife that stayed at home, who cooked and cleaned. A wife he could fuck whenever he felt like it. But the mere thought of having you with him. Killing people together and seeing a ruthless side of you made his cock twitch in excitement.

“If you for a second think I'm gonna listen to you. You're wrong. You think you got power, but so do I so all I'm gonna say is game on, Kuroo Tetsurou.”

In mere seconds Kuroo had grabbed you, pushing you against the nearest wall. One hand bracing both of your wrists above your head and his other holding you by the throat – hard enough so you would not escape, but not hard enough so he's choking you.

“First, your joke?” he spoke, panting in your face like some lion who's about to jump his prey. “Not funny.”

“Second,” slowly lifting his hand around your throat so he's holding your cheeks now. His thumb brushed over your lips. “The very moment that ink touched that fucking paper, you were mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to fucking command, and mine to put in your fucking place.”

“And third,” he crashes his lips to yours brutally. Your body loving the sensation, but your brain screaming for you to stop him. He pulls away and continues talking. “You're gonna stop this macho behavior, sit at my side and you stay beautiful, like a lady.”

He crashes his lips against your again – sealing this deal with a kiss. Again, he pulls away and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Are you finished?”

“Not quite. I don't think I'll ever be finished with you, (y/n).” Pulling your head back and smashing it against his so he tumbles back, you gently massage your wrists at the friction, also hating the feeling of missing his body against yours.

“Touch me again and kiss me again without my permission and I'll put a bullet between your eyes when you sleep, got it?”

“Don't boss me around and throw some empty threats at me, kitten. I'll be the one who rules when we're married. You'll obey me and listen to me, got it?”

He leaves the room, slamming the door after him as he leaves. Seconds later Tanaka and Nishinoya rushes in. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I'm fine.” If Kuroo, for one second thought he had won, he was wrong. You were just getting started.

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A week later you had moved your things from Miyagi all the way to Tokyo, your new home. And of course, you'd moved in into the Nekoma mansion. You had gotten your own room, which you were thankful for.

When you arrived at the mansion after all the moving staff had fixed everything around for you, you didn't expect Kuroo to be waiting for you, in your room and asking how your trip went.

“Good. I thought you only cared about your company?” Closing the door and crossing your arms over your chest you watched as he stood straight, walking with confident towards you.

“I'm not that much of an asshole.”

“You kind of are though.”

“Watch it, or I might lock you up in the basement.” The man was in front of you now, his tall frame confident and a smirk on his face. You wanted to punch it away.

“Is that how you cats treat your woman?”

“No. It's how I treat my woman when she doesn't listen to me.” This sent shivers down your spine and left your panties damp. This ruthless behavior that he had was getting dangerous. It was making your head spin, almost like you were losing consciousness.

“What makes you think I won't be able to get out?”

“Oh, I know you'll be able to get out, kitten. I just don't think you'd appreciate the outcome of it.”

“What do you know? Maybe I like getting spanked and tortured in your chambers,” just as those words left your lips his face is in front of yours.

“Is that something you want to happen?” You looked into his hazel eyes and gulped. “Because I can make it happen kitten. Just say the word.”

“Brush that smirk off of your face before I punch you in the face,” you pull him away, but the man barely moves. Just as he's about to say something there's a knock on the door. The door opens and a tall man with light grey hair walks in.

“Excuse me boss, but they're waiting for you in the basement.”

“Thanks Lev, I'll be right there.”

“Wait, what's going on?” You watched as the man, Lev, leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

“Nothing for you to worry about, kitten. I'll see you tonight,” he leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek as he straightens up, turns around and heads to the door.

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, tonight. Dinner. You and me. 6PM. Don't be late.” He opens and exits the door, without uttering another word. Leaving you standing in the middle of your room, staring at the door and wondering what just happened. You were irritated, but also hot and bothered. How was tonight gonna end?

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Walking down the stone staircase that would lead you to the patio where Kuroo was waiting for you in high heels was a challenge, but you were no woman that takes them off. You accepted every challenge that came your way.

You decided to wear a off-shoulder floor length black dress with a side slit. Your hair pulled into a tight ponytail and some nude smokey eye makeup, making you look like the boss that you were.

When you reached the patio, Kuroo was sitting by the far end of the table and waiting. His eyes locked on the phone as he kept typing something. The sound of a chair being pulled back made him look up and lock eyes with you. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of you.

A young girl, probably working for Kuroo had pulled out the chair for you. You took him in as you sat yourself down. Dress shoes (probably), black pants, a black button-down shirt, the first button undone and a suit jacket. If you thought you were hot and bothered before, your panties said a completely different story now as they were drenched.

“You look beautiful, kitten.”

“Thanks. You look rather dashing yourself, Kuroo.” He smirked at you and lifted two fingers, signaling for the girl to leave you two alone. Once she leaves, Kuroo takes a sip from his glass, his eyes gazing into yours.

“So, Kuroo. Are you gonna tell me where you went earlier?”

“It's nothing for you to worry about. I handled it.”

“It doesn't matter. If we're gonna get married and rule this 'empire' together you need to meet me halfway.”

“I don't have to do a thing. I tell you what I want to tell you and if I want to tell you.” Standing up, he walks towards the other end of the table where you're sat and stops at your side, slowly lowering his head so his lips are brushing against your ear. “And one of these days, you won't be able to say no to me. I'll fuck you so hard that you want me to stop.”

Gulping, squeezing your thighs together and the way his voice and words were making your body shiver of excitement, but also wanting to punch him for thinking he had some kind of mastership of you. Taking a deep breath, you collected yourself to answer him.

“I want in on this too. If someone is messing up with my business, or my stuff I want that sucker to feel pain because no one fucks with me; not even you. So, you're gonna start treating my like your wife and business partner or I'll find that marriage agreement and rip it apart.”

“And what would happen if I don't agree with you?” His breath hits your neck as you can feel his breathing beside you. His lips come down on your neck and you close your eyes for a brief second, loving the sensation, but opening them fast as you can't let him have his way. Not yet anyway. You need to stand your ground and show him that you're just as stubborn as he is.

“If you don't agree. I'll break off this fucking arrangement and then burn you to the ground.” Turning your head to look at him, you see him smile at you. His face mere inches from yours.

“One of Nohebi's men were caught trying to steal some of my cocaine and Lev, the man you saw earlier, caught him and tied him up in the basement. I beat him to the pulp, cut off two of his fingers and then sent him to his boss, with a sweet message.”

“And I couldn't be there because?”

“Because this was my shit to handle and I had something else I wanted to do before I did that.”

“Which was?”

“Gimmie your hand,” reaching out your left hand for him, he pulls on a big fat juicy diamond engagement on your ring finger.

“Buying that. I'm not liking this with letting you in on my business, 'kay? This is all new to me, but I will slowly let you in. Not entirely, but eventually everything that's mine... will be yours. Ours.”

“Kuroo, I-”

“But listen to me carefully. Now that you have that ring it means that you are mine. All mine. You will listen to me and do as I say. When I want to fuck you, you will let me. If you do as I say, I will reward you and... I will also give you what you want. In return.”

He pulls away from you and you watch as he turns around and walks back to his seat.

“Now, (y/n). Are you hungry? 'Cause I am starving.”

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“I'm going to New York tomorrow to do some business with a friend of mine. I'll be back on Friday.”

“I can't come with you?”

“No. Not this time.”

Sighing at him you nod your head. You accept; for now. “Okay.”

You feel him push your back against the door to your room, both of your hands behind your back, him holding them in place as his lips are just inches from yours. “Good girl. Finally, you listen to me. Why you gotta be so disobedient?”

“'Cause life would be boring for you if I wasn't,” you manage to squeeze those words, just in time for his lips to crash against yours. Your head tilted back as you welcome his tongue into your mouth. Tasting both the liquor and food from him. His body comes closer and you can feel his rock-hard cock press against your lower abdomen.

“I am the only one who gets to touch you and make you come, you got that?” You just nodded your head.

Good. Now you should get some sleep. I'll see you when I get back.” And just like that, he leaves you, leaving one last kiss on your lips. Not wanting to seem totally desperate for him, you open the door to your room, walk in and close it, leaning your back against it. Feeling your own arousal, you decide to do something about it. Walking towards your bedside table, you open your drawer and pull out your purple dildo and climb onto the bed.

If you can't have Kuroo's cock now, at least you could imagine it was him fucking you instead of that dildo of yours.

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The next morning you get woken up by the birds chirping outside your bedroom window. The sun shines through the curtains and hits you in the face, making you scrunch your face in disgust; you were not a morning person.

Stretching yourself on the big king-size bed you hear some strange sound and look to your left, seeing a white-yellowish envelope. Sitting up, you reach for it and open it, pulling out a paper, a handwritten note and start reading.

Good morning kitten, the fact that you touched yourself yesterday without my permission has my blood boiling. I told you that only I am allowed to touch you and make you come.

So, for being so disobedient, I've taken all of your toys and burned them all up. No need for you to have them when you have me, right?

Be a good girl and listen to your fiancé, if you want to come just call me and I'll fix it for you.

If I find out that you've been touching yourself without my permission again, I'll punish you when I get back. I've got eyes and ears everywhere.

I'll see you on Friday, kitten.

That fucking bastard.

You scrunched the piece of paper and threw it on the ground. Throwing yourself off the bed and pulling on your nightgown you are just about to head to the nearest staff member when your phone rings, knowing full well who it was.

“What do you want?” You answer angrily.

“I take it you've read my letter?”

“Oh, I've read it and I'm just about to burn it.”

“Ouch, kitten. My first love letter for you and you're already breaking my heart,” you could hear his smirking on the line and wanted to punch his pretty face.

“If this is breaking your heart, then you're easily pleased.”

“Oh, kitten. I am no-where pleased. I'll be pleased when I got you on my bed and my cock deep inside that cunt of yours,” you shivered at his words and could feel a tingling sensation in your lower abdomen, knowing full well what he was doing to you. He was gonna be gone for 5 days, meaning he had 5 days to tease you and if he continued like this then these 5 days were gonna be hell, especially if you could not touch yourself.

“You'll have to wait a long while for that to happen, Tetsurou.”

“The way you say my name kitten, next time you'll be screaming it,” a little laugh escapes his lips. “I need to go, just arrived at the jet. Don't miss me too much, when I get back, I'll have my way with you.”

He hangs up and you throw yourself on the bed. If you thought you could deny him much longer, you were dead wrong. You wanted him yesterday. You wanted him today; you wanted him now.

A knock on the door woke you up from your Kuroo thoughts. “Come in.”

The door opened and in walked one of your closest friends.

“Oh my god Daichi,” you jumped out of bed and into his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Is that how you greet everyone? Just kidding. The old man sent me here to keep an eye on you.”

“Keep an eye on me? Why?”

“To make sure that the wedding happens. We all know how you've treated your other boyfriends.”

“I'm not gonna kill this one, okay?”

“I believe it when I see it,” Daichi laughs and you pout at him. “How's he? Kuroo?”

“Ugh, he's a sexist. A possessive and dominant bastard that looks down on woman.”

“But? I feel like a but is coming.”

“BUT... he's a sexy motherfucker that is teasing me and giving me all of these sexual desires that I haven't felt before and I've never wanted to fuck and kill someone as fast and hard as with him.”

“Seems like you've got it under control then?”

“Yeah. He's on his way to New York and will be back on Friday.”

“And when he gets back? What are you gonna do?”

“Nothing. Or maybe. No, I don't know. These emotions and feelings that are erupting from me is something new. I want him, all the love and hate. But I'm also scared because opening up to someone is dangerous in our business.”

“Oh, I know darling, but he's in this business as well and he's worse than you. I've met Kuroo before with the old man and when he loved and cares for something, he puts all of his heart into it. So, if something were to happen to you, he'd be sure to put a bullet on that bastard.”

“He thinks I'm his property, like I'm not a human being.”

“(y/n), we're the mafia and we protect our own and soon you'll be each other’s. He's gonna be your husband soon. Accept it.”

“What am I gonna do then? When he gets back?”

“You'll have to wait and see.”

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It had gone two days since you last saw and spoke to Kuroo. You thought of him all the time. You even started to wear a elastic band around your wrist and snapped it every time you thought of him, but you had started to turn red because you were basically snapping your wrist all the time so you gave that up pretty quickly.

Now, you stood in front of your ensuite, brushing your hair and getting ready for bed. It was 1 am in Tokyo. 12 pm in New York. You didn't want to call him. Calling him meant that you thought about him, which you did but, it was different.

The sound of your phone vibrating against the marble counter made you jump as your thoughts had wandered to him once again.

“Hello?”

“Kitten. Why aren't you sleeping?”

“I was just getting ready for bed, but a very disturbing person called me, and I wanted to see what he wanted.”

“Sounds like an interesting man to me.”

“I'm sure he does... what do you want?”

“There should be a package coming for you about... now.” A knock on your bedroom door could be heard and you walked out of the ensuite and opened the door. There on the ground was a white package with a black ribbon around it.

“What's this?”

“Open it.”

“I will. But what is it?”

“Open it. You'll see, kitten.” Rolling your eyes, you closed the door behind you and placed Kuroo on speaker and threw the phone on your bed, the white package beside him. Pulling on the black string, the ribbon came undone and you lifted the lid and gasped.

“Kuroo... this is...”

“Put them on.”

“What? No!”

“Do. It.”

“Kuroo...”

“(y/n)... do as I say.”

You sighed and finally gave in. You pulled your panties down your legs and then put on the new ones. Kuroo had someone deliver a pair of vibrating panties. “Now what?”

“Now. Lay down on the bed. Put me on speaker and then place the phone beside.” You climbed onto the bed and did as he said.

“Done.”

“Good. Now kitten, tell me about your day.”

“My day? I went with Tanaka, Nishinoya and Dai- OH GOD!” Suddenly the panties started to vibrate.

“Hm? What was that?” The vibrating stopped and you gasped. That little fucker.

“I said. I went with Tanaka, Nishinoya and Daichi to the mall and bought some-fuck, Jesus, shit... s-some dresses.” The vibrating started again. The sensation hitting your clit perfectly, making your hips buck at the feeling. But also, wishing it was his fingers instead of some material rubbing against your sensitive bud.

“Some dresses huh? What kind of dresses?”

“Pretty ones.” You answered bluntly. You didn't want to talk. You just wanted to feel. And come.

“Kitten...” Kuroo's voice sounded dark and the vibrations stopped once again. You instantly missed the feeling. “Behave.”

“They're all different. Long, mid-thigh, short and so on. You'll see them when you get back.”

“Oh, will I?” Kuroo started the vibrations again, but this time he had increased the speed, making you moan out.

“Fuck.”

“Does it feel good, kitten. Do you want more?”

“Fuck, yes,” you answered him with a moan. Your hands fisting the duvet cover, eyes closed, mouth open and your head thrown back. Your back slightly bent and your knees pulled up. You weren't near close but as for having been horny for at least a week now, you just wanted to come. The release you got on the night before he decided to burn all your sex toys hadn't satisfied you enough.

“What do you want, kitten? Tell me.”

“Fuck, I want you. I want your cock.”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yes, really. You dumb fuck. Oh god, Kuroo.” He increased the speed once more and now you felt how your lower abdomen was tightening. “So close.”

“Good kitten. Now you've made me a very happy man. You wanna come?”

“Fuck, yes. Let me fucking come already.” The pressure started to keep getting stronger and stronger.

“I don't think so, kitten.” He turns it off. The pressure in your lower abdomen slowly started to fade but you still wanted to come. You didn't give a fuck anymore.

“What the fuck, Kuroo?”

“I'm the one who decides when and how you come. Don't forget that.”

“I'm not taking orders from you. Stupid sexist of a man. If you're not gonna finish it for me, I'll do it myself.”

“(y/n). Don't. You. Dare.”

“Or what? Are you gonna punish me? When? You're not here. I'll finish myself off without you.” Grabbing your phone, you clicked him. Putting an end to the call.

He had the audacity to boss you around, to think he could decide for you. No. You weren't going to listen to him. You pulled off the panties he gave you and stomped to the bathroom and threw them in the trash-can.

Stomping back to the bed, you pulled away the duvet cover and climbed into bed. Looking at your phone you saw a text message from him, and a picture.

Opening the message, you bit your lower lip, seeing what he sent you.

On the picture was Kuroo. He was stood in front of a mirror in just his briefs. Grabbing his cock through the briefs, seeing as it was hard underneath the material. Just from the picture you could tell that he was big, and that made your mouth water.

Underneath the picture was his message.

I'm so hard for you kitten.

I'M WET FOR YOU. You wanted to reply but didn't. You were still pissed off and you wouldn't let him get away easily. You had a plan how to get back at him. Alas, he was gonna kill you for it.

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It was finally Friday. You had put on one of the new dressed that you'd bought. It was a short golden cocktail dress with a bare back. Your hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. A pair of high heels and a makeup look that suited the outfit made you look fuckable.

You had asked Kiyoko and Hitoka to go clubbing with you, which they didn't say no to.

Also, you knew Kuroo would be home late and when he would find out you were out clubbing and other men being able to see you looking like that, he was going to murder either you, the men, or both.

Besides having the two girls with you, you also had Daichi and Tanaka at your side as bodyguards. One thing your grandfather always told you was to always bring them with you whenever you could. Walking up to the club, the bouncers didn't ask for your name, they just moved aside and let you and your company inside. You could feel the ground shaking from the loud music that was blasting from the speakers. It was crowded, as expected for a Friday night. "Be careful boss," Tanaka spoke to you and you smiled at him.

"I will. I'll kill anyone who tries to lay a hand on me." "We know. But be careful," Daichi spoke next. "(Y/n)? Let's go dance," Kiyoko said and interrupted the conversation between the three of you, grabbed yours and Hitoka's hand and pulled the both of you into the dancefloor. The three of you stood in the middle of the dancefloor and moved your bodies to the music. After about 20 minutes it was time for some drinking. Hitoka went to look for an empty table while Kiyoko went to fetch some drinks. Just as you were about to join Hitoka you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you see a tall man, well-built and quite good looking. But he wasn't Kuroo. "Hi, I promised myself that if you were ever to be alone, I'd come and say hello cause you might be one of the prettiest woman I've ever laid eyes on." "Thank you, that's very... sweet. Of. You." Your voice trailed off as behind the man you could see a face you hadn't seen in a while and that face was staring at yours. Kuroo stood by the exit door, both arms by his side and both of his fists clammed together tight. He was angry. He was fuming. He was seeing red. And, to make matters ever worse. You grabbed the stranger by his neck, pulled him down so you could say into his ear "let's dance". Grabbing the strangers hand you pull him farther into the dancefloor, farther away from Kuroo and on queue the song "Love Sex Magic" by Ciara and Justin Timberlake starts playing and you decide to start dancing sexually with the man. Your ass is rubbing teasingly at the stranger’s crotch as his hands are placed on your hips. But they leave you soon and you know why, because soon the stranger is being pulled away from you and you're being dragged across the dancefloor and to the exit. The cold air hits your body as Kuroo is still dragging you until you reach his car. He opens the passenger seats door. "Get in." "I think not. I'm here with my friends and I wanna party, so thanks but no thanks." "(Y/n). Get. In. The. Fucking. Car. NOW!" You decide to listen because; a) he's really pissed and b) your plan had worked out wonderfully. Taking a seat, you buckle up as Kuroo slams the door shut and walks around to sit in the driver’s seat. Kuroo quickly starts the car and speeds away. He drives in silence. The both of you are keeping your mouths shut and it's for the better. "Kuroo, I-" "Shut up. Keep quiet. Don't fucking talk to me right now," he interrupts you. His knuckles turning white from the hard grip he's having on the steering wheel.

You sat quiet in your seat, looking out as you passed the city. The city lights shining on the road. But it was when Kuroo drove into a underground garage that had you stiff in your seat. Where was he taking you? He parked the car and got out quickly. He walked around to your side and opened the car door for you. "Out." You placed both of your feet on the ground and got up, doing it seductively, almost flashing your panties to him. Once you were stable enough on the ground, he grabbed you hand, hard, and pulled you away with him. He was walking fast, a little too fast for your liking. "Kuroo, slow down I can't walk that fast in these heels." "Oh, I'm sorry," you feel yourself being pushed against the cement wall of the garage, his hand around your throat. "Maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to dress up as a whore and go acting like one in one of my clubs." Even though you should be scared, you're not. You're wet by this action of his. The grip around your throat isn't hard, just firm. Like he's holding you in place. You're breathing heavily, your chest moving up and down. Your hard nipples are pressing against the fabric of your dress. "Your club?" Are the words that escape your lips. "Yes. My club. Do you know the frustration I got when I land and get a phone call from my staff there telling me that my fiancée just walked in wearing nothing but a garment around her," his free hand travel from inside your thighs to your core where you want him to touch you. "Would've you have liked anyone else touching you here, is that it?" His fingers teasing you outside of your panties. "Did you want that man touching you, is that it kitten? Or were you thinking that his hands were mine?" Now his fingers flick slightly at your sensitive bud outside of your panties. "N-No," you moan out. "No?" He withdraws from you and starts walking towards the entrance of the building, his hand in yours. You reach a small elevator, inside there's a keypad, he presses some numbers and the doors starts closing. There's tension in the air that could be cut with a knife. You release his hand and cross your arms over your chest and keep looking at him, taking him in. The suit he's wearing looks so good on him. Your eyes travel down to his crotch. You can see the outline of his hard cock.

"Are you just gonna stand there and watch?" The elevator starts to move up, the numbers getting higher in the small screen both above the doors and on the keypads. You still haven't answered him. You still keep looking at his crotch seductively. Kuroo starts moving towards you. You stand still and watch his feet get closer until they're in front of you. "Do you wanna touch it?" You slowly move your head upwards and look into his eyes. They're very intense and hard. Dark even. If looks could kill... Placing your hands on his hips you move them upwards to his chest, feeling his warm and hard muscles underneath, still not breaking eye contact. You slowly back away, being free from him for a second before he pulls you towards him; chest against chest. "Kitten... when your entire life is based on taking everything by force, it's hard to react in a different way. Especially if someone is taking away a pleasure you really desire..." His breath hits you in the face. "Don't provoke me." "Or what?" He presses you hard against the elevator mirror. Both of your hands above your head, his hand holding them in place while his other hand is grabbing your ass cheek. His tongue is invading yours and you welcome it, letting his tongue dance with yours. Tasting whiskey and mint from him. Suddenly the elevator car stops and the pulls away and sets you free, but only to grab your hand and pull you inside an apartment and slam you onto the wall beside the elevator. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to feel your legs for days." "K-Kuroo," you moan out as he starts kissing your throat. "When I fuck you, I want you to call me by my name." His words send shivers down your spine, making your nipples perk harder than before. Kuroo's hands grabs the hem of your dress and rips it apart and throws it behind him, the golden garment landing on the floor. "Kuroo, what the actual fuck?" "I'll buy you a new one," his lips travel to your naked breasts and he starts sucking on your right nipple, making you moan out and throw your head back against the wall. Suddenly he has you in the air and you wrap your legs around his waist, his arms holding you in place and his mouth back on yours as he walks you towards the living room and then into a kitchen. One of his arms lets you go and he throws something, or some things off the kitchen island, the sound of glass breaking on the floor. "I'll have someone clean that up later," he places you on the island and pushes your chest down so you're lying with your back against it. His arms grab your hips and pulls them towards him, your ass being on the edge of the island. "Now... What should we do with you?" He asks with a smirk on his face, his gaze being planted on your pelvis and going down. His fingers trace the edge of your panties, teasing you. Suddenly there's a a sharp dig in your hips and the sound of your panties being torn apart. "You won't be needing them anyway," his lips starts kissing around your areola. "Stop teasing me and just fuck me already," you moan out. Grabbing a hold of his messy hair in your hands. "You don't deserve being fucked just yet," he answers and grabs your thighs and starts kissing down your abdomen and to your core.

His tongue flick at your sensitive bud, making you jump from the friction; both good and bad. Usually, you didn't let men go down on you, you saw it as a type of weakness. A weakness you didn't want and liked showing. But now, here you were spread out naked on a kitchen island while Kuroo sucked on your clit making you shiver, moan and pull on his hair and wanting more. More than you've ever wanted before in your life. Losing control, a control you wanted back but also didn't. "F-Fuck. Kuroo. I- Stop. Shit," you sounded like a confused mess. A mess that Kuroo loved, but he wanted you messier. "Stop? Why? Because you can't control your own body? Oh, kitten... you lost control over your body the minute you became mine." Kuroo's tongue licks up and down your slit, spreading your juices all over. Tasting every bit of you. He then pulls back, and his thumb start to do slow circular motions on your clit. "What do you want, kitten?" "More. I want more." "More of what?" "More of you." "And who am I, kitten? Tell me," his thumb presses a little harder on your clit. Your back arching as the sudden pressure developing in your lower abdomen. "Fuuuuck. I-. Dammit Kuroo." "Not the answer I'm looking for," he stops paying attention to your clit. He stops paying attention to you at all. He just looks at you, waiting for his answer. "Do you always get what you want?" "Isn't it obvious that I do? Now answer my question. Who am I?" "Well. You're a lot of things. An asshole. A sadist. A sexist. A killer. A murderer. A drug lord. A possessive fucked up douche of a man." He then stands up straight and pulls off his suit jacket and throws it on the ground nearby. Then, his fingers start slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt, your eyes gazing at his fingers as they move down and suddenly, he's half naked as he discards his shirt as well. "Get off the island. Turn around and bend over. Spread your legs. NOW!" You take your time getting down, doing it so seductively as you can. His eyes watch your tits jump when you land on the floor and then quickly travel to your ass when you're bent over. "And now what? You gonna spank me?" You let out a small laugh but silence yourself when you hear him unbuckle his belt and remove it from his belt loops. "Spanking to put it mildly. Now, how many times have you disobeyed me?" "Disobeyed? Who do you think-" the harsh pain of his belt hitting your ass cheek has you both stiff and wanting more. "That's one. I think you at least deserve 5 more, kitten." His belt hits you again. And again. And again, until he's hit you 6 times in total. Your ass cheeks red from the friction of the belt hitting you. Your pussy leaking put juices from being so wet from the action. "Hands behind your back," he commands, and you obey, putting your hands behind your back. Kuroo takes the belt and tightens them around your wrists. Once he's done, he takes a step back to admire you from a distance, taking you in. Completely naked, only in those high heels that he wants you to wear while he fucks you. To stab into his lower back while his cock sinks into your folds. "Fucking perfect," he states and gets behind you again and pushes one finger inside your cunt. Your walls clamping around his finger. Wanting more. Needing more. "Fuck. Kuroo. Please."

”Please what kitten?”

“Please, fuck me. Just fuck me already.” He adds yet another finger inside your cunt and starts pumping them in and out of you.

“Say my name, kitten. Say it.”

“Kuroo.” A slap on your ass cheek and you let out a loud moan from both his fingers giving you pleasure but also from the slap from his hand.

“Say. My. Name.”

“Fuck. Tetsurou. Fuck me Tetsu-Oh my god!” Another slap and his fingers disappear only to be replaced by his cock filling you up all the way.

“Fuck you’re so tight. I can feel you pulsing around me (y/n).” You try pulling your arms but are stopped by the belt holding them together.

“Kur- Tetsurou. Release me. Fuck you’re huge.”

“No and thank you.” He starts slowly thrusting in and out of you. The head of his cock hitting your g-spot softly, building up a pressure inside of you.

“T-Tetsurou. Shit, your cock. Oh.”

“I love it when you say my name. Say it again.”

“Tetsurou.” You moan out. One of his hands grab your ponytail and the other is placed on the middle of your back, pushing you down on the island. His grip on your ponytail tightens and he pulls on it, your head being pulled up slightly. He then starts to quicken his thrusts.

“Fuck kitten, just like that.” Kuroo’s gaze is locked on where the two of you are connected. Seeing his cock disappearing inside of you, going in and out. His cock being covered in your juices. A squelching sound being made from the friction.

“Tetsu. I’m close. Fuck I’m so close.”

“Yes (y/n). Come for me. Come all over my cock.” This does it for you. After almost a whole week of him teasing you, all the moments of sexual tension and him neglecting to make you come this is one of the biggest orgasms you’ve ever had.

“TETSUROU!” You scream. Your mouth wide open, eyes closed and tears falling from your eyes. The pleasure consumes you and you feel your legs wobble and just as you’re about to fall his arms are being wrapped around you, holding you up. Your breathing is heavy and trying to control it, as you move a little you feel him twitch inside of you.

“I’m not finished with you yet, kitten.” You gulp and release a moan as he removes himself from you. His hands go to unbuckle the belt and once you are free you rub your wrists together and slowly turn around to watch the devil in front of you. He is naked and your eyes falls on his hard member between his legs. Your tongue peeks out from your mouth and wets your lips, licking them seductively.

“C’mere,” he speaks, and you obey, walking so you are stood in front of him. Your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. His slightly bends down and picks you up, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist and your arms around his neck. Your lips connect and he walks the both of you towards his bedroom. He places you on his bed and you lie down.

“You’re fucking beautiful (y/n),” he compliments you and you slightly blush. How could this man’s words affect you this much?

His hands grab your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs in the air. He bends down and his head is between your legs. He spreads them wide open and starts devouring your opening. Your hands go and grab a hold of his black hair and watch as his mouth is covering your most private part, his eyes watching you.

“Tetsurou. Please give me your cock. I need more.” At first you think he doesn’t hear you over your moans but soon he pulls back and to your surprise he looks at your cunt and spits on it.

“You taste fucking delicious,” he doesn’t give it a second chance as he pushed himself inside of you again. You throw your head back against his bed and moan out loudly. He pulls your legs together and press them against his chest, hugging them as he thrusts hard in you, like some wild animal. The pressure in your lower abdomen coming back like a tsunami.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Tetsu, I’m close again. I’m coming. I’m- I- FUCK,” and you come around his cock for a second time in just mere seconds.

“Fuck (y/n). I’m there.”

“Come inside of me.”

“(Y/N)!!” Kuroo releases his load inside of you. Milking his seed inside of you. His head thrown back, a vein of each side of his neck popping out. His mouth is slightly open as he lets out a couple of grunts from his orgasm.

After a minute or two, after the both of you have collected yourself his eyes search for your as he looks at you. Releasing your legs, he throws himself on top of you, one arm going to your lower back and lifting you up so your head is on a pillow. His head lands beside yours. The only sound in the room being the heavy breathing from the two of you. His breath is hitting you in the neck, making you shiver.

“Are you cold?”

“Oh- Um- No. Not really. Are you?”

“Me? I’m fucking sweaty and hot as hell.” You let out a laugh and can’t help but smile. His cock that is still inside of you twitch and you stop laughing.

“Your laugh is beautiful. Don’t stop.”

“Hm, well I stopped because someone twitched inside of me.”

“Oh, really?” He pulls his head up, his hazel eyes watching your (y/e/c) ones. His hips starts to move slightly.

“Mhm, Tetsu.”

“You want more?”

“Mhm, yes.” He places his forearms on each side of your head, his face being inches from yours. His lips crash against yours, him pushing his tongue inside of your mouth and you happily open and let him consume you again. If sex with Kuroo was like this, you never wanted him to stop and he didn’t.

The two of you fucked like two horny teenagers until the sun rose the next morning. After coming for what felt like the 20th time the both of you were both breathless and tired from all the fucking.

“Tetsurou. I want this to work between the two of us so please include me in everything you do, and I mean everything. I don’t want to kill you because this sex got me hooked now.”

Letting out a sigh he watched the ceiling and answers with a simple I’ll try. And that’s enough for you. He pulls you towards him, your back to his front.

“Let’s sleep. You need to recharge the energy you lost.”

“Why? Are we going somewhere?”

“No. But when we wake up, I’m gonna have my way with you again.” You gulp but smile. Closing your eyes and letting sleep consume you.

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