Pairing : vampire!bokuto koutarou x fem!human!reader x vampire!akaashi keiji
Warning : blood, death
Bokuto Koutarou, well-known leader of the Fukurodani clan, watched entranced as his two mates basked in pleasure. “So sweet,” groaned the more subtle co-leader of the Fukurodani clan, Akaashi Keiji, as he licked at the wound carved into the delicate skin of your neck. He tightened his around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as though that would make your blood flow faster. You whimpered at the pleasurable feeling of his tongue soothing the skin that was almost throbbing with pain while Koutaro felt his pants tighten at the sounds you both emitted.
While your and Keiji's minds blanked out from the intense pleasure that came from feeding, Koutarou still had a somewhat clear mind- ready to defend his soulmates should the situation call for it. However, this can be considered a safe place as it's run by the Nekoma clan, an ally, for supernatural beings alone. They could let out their beasts and their more animalistic instincts for a short while without having to have their guards up should any hunters be around. But then again, the place was teeming with vampires - hungry vampires - who would do anything for a decent meal. With the influx of laws that prevented vampires from preying on innocent humans - with the exception of soulmates - more vampires became desperate for a meal. Some even willing to challenge clan leaders for their current meals- not knowing that it was the leader's mate.
And although the leader of the Fukurodani clan was known for his quick mood swings and great bloodlust, the co-leader wasn't as known- all that was known of him was his name and deadly accuracy that struck fear onto whoever heard it. No one had ever escaped from his grasp alive after hearing his velvet-like voice say his name- not unless you were an ally or someone useful. Much less was even known of the third of their triad- all that was known of her was that she was their weak link. But everyone knew that touching you meant an instant and painful death.
And well, ignorant idiots are called ignorant for a reason.
Though, it seemed as if majority of the population of the vampire community had learned their lesson with Koutarou, what with him laughing maniacally as he tore their heads from their bodies, most of them deemed it okay to try to take away Keiji's 'meal'.
Surrounded by the Fukurodani clan, not much dared to glance at the whimpering woman perched on a rather pretty-looking vampire's lap, said vampire’s fangs buried deep in your skin, one hand lovingly petting your thigh and another wrapped around your waist as you mewled and gasped at the intoxicating feeling of the blood being extracted from your body. Majority of the clan had either come alone or with their own mates- they were there for appearance's sake- to show everyone that the Nekoma clan and Fukurodani clan were still allies. The only gaze you felt through the haze of pleasure Keiji put you in, was one that belonged to Koutarou. You glanced his way with half-lidded eyes and when your eyes met his, you licked your lips like the little tease you are. Koutarou groaned at the sight and just when he opened his mouth, someone cleared their throat.
Remember earlier when you mentioned 'not much' glanced your way? Yeah, some idiots thought Keiji to be a newbie to the clan that they can easily take on and thought you were fair game for a good meal- and maybe a good fuck. As much as you didn't want to be seperated from Keiji, you still felt a slight pity for the soul that would die from his hands tonight.
“You mind sharing?” The person who spoke was exactly the type of person you expected to test one, or well both, of your mates. He was some 3rd class vampire who was getting themselves in trouble trying to test a 1st class vampire. A vampire who thought too much of themself- someone who had grown cocky because they were so used to overpowering humans and thought they could take more. More often than not, they were wrong. This was one of those moments.
Koutarou lowly growled but didn’t move when he noticed Keiji tensed before he rose an eyebrow as he withdrew his fangs from you, mouth still painted with blood as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the bite on your skin. He didn’t seem to mind that he had an audience - his mates and brothers watched him with anticipating eyes- they all knew how this was going to end.
Keiji leaned back further into the leather couch he sat on, a hand possessively grasping your waist and another resting on your thigh as he took in the appearance of the man in front of him. Tall, dark, and somewhat handsome with a smirk on his face because he obviously thought that Keiji was a lower-class vampire and could chance taking him despite being surrounded by some of the deadliest vampires ever.
Keiji glanced at you and it was enough to see that past the euphoria that still lingered, he could see the slight fear in your eyes. He knew you didn’t like seeing how he dealt with others - whether they were vampire or not, and he also knew that there was always a little fear inside of you that wondered if Keiji would one day take on someone stronger than him. No matter how much he and Koutaro tried to let you understand that that was impossible in itself, because Keiji was quite possibly one of the strongest vampires in the world and he doubted he’d come across someone stronger than him that wasn’t one of his brothers or allies.
Keiji clenched his jaw, looking away from you to face the idiotic man in front of him. “I’ll give you a chance to leave,” he sighed, a lazy yet mocking smirk spreading over his face as he wiped the remnants of your blood off of his lips. “I suggest you take it.”
The man in front of you scoffed, eyes fixated on the blood flowing from your neck. “yeah I don’t think so, bub.”
You shut your eyes as you heard his answer. You had gone through this so many times that you knew exactly how this would play out. It was barbaric, but according to your mates, it was to be done to ensure your safety.
Keiji lifted you off of him and gently placed you onto Koutarou’s lap with ease as he stood and ran a hand through his hair. He was already in a horrible mood; fighting against another vampire family for territory was what he had spent his whole week doing, and after he heard somebody threaten to kill you, all he wanted to do was spend a day with his mate. Was that too much to ask? It shouldn’t be but obviously it was.
Koutarou circled his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, eager to see the show Keiji would provide while you nuzzled your head on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Seeing yours and Koutarou’s actions made fear brew in the vampire- why were you both so cozy with one another? No way that-
Keiji sighed, as if bored, “you really should have taken my offer,” he calmly walked towards the man at a slow, comfortable pace. You can basically feel the tension, anticipation, and agitation brewing in the room.
“Have you ever heard of me?” Keiji drawled, mocking the agitated vampire- he knows everyone here has. And he also knows that no one here, minus his family, actually know what he looks like. An amused smirk slid onto his face as he cocked his head to the side causing the other man to scoff, forgetting his previous thoughts as he took the bait Keiji held in front of him.
“No, can’t say I have, bub- now will ya hurry up? I want a taste of that whore.” the man replied, eyes flickering to your form, ignoring the golden eyes glaring daggers into him. Perhaps that should have been enough to warn him off. But he had no chance of getting away alive when they all heard your whimper accompanied by a sob. Not only were your mates overprotective of you, so were their clan members- your family. Even with the others’ mates around, you’re still the youngest in the Fukurodani clan, and that added to your rather innocent and somewhat childlike appearance, they all quickly took you under their wing. And you hated being called a whore of all things- it’s always been an insecurity of sorts ever since random girls would call you a whore when you first started to hang out with the two older men back when you were in high school.
“Tsk... The name’s Keiji. Akaashi Keiji.”
The vampire’s face contorted into horror as he realized what he had just done and in the blink of an eye his head was on the ground, horror still eteched onto it.
It was silent for a few seconds. You raised your head from Koutarou’s neck and was met with the site of the man’s body, already turning grey from decomposition, head meters away from his body. You gulped, turning your head as to look anywhere but there. Eyes meeting the golden eyes of your mate as he gently started to coo at you as you sniffled, “Puppy,” he took your face in one of his hands and tilted your chin up to look at him, “don’t listen to him- he was just a worthless waste of space that Akaashi took care of, no?”
Another reason that no one deemed Keiji a threat even when in public was that they were used to fearing the name Akaashi- not knowing that they were the same person.
You plastered a small smile on your face that you were sure looked more like a grimace and shook your head, trying to control your breathing and tears in an attempt to convince everyone that you were fine. Obviously that didn’t work, and would probably never work; apart from the fact that they all had supernatural hearing and could hear your heartbeat, they also knew you inside and out- well, at least Koutarou and Keiji did; you would always be traumatized by death, unlike he and Keiji, who were the epitome of death.
You were all so different, yet so perfect for each other; you're their angel, and they're your monsters.
I'm kinda thinking a little bit about eita and keiji? I can't gather my thoughts but that's another poly pairing that I could see working and being nice 🥰 -kay
SEMI AND AKAASHI IM HAVJNG A STROKE EHEHDH thanks you to @astaegmatism for this idea
when semi’s band mate first brought up the concept for the next album, semi thought it would be easy. the amount of love he had for you and akaashi wasn’t an issue— he knew that much. what turned out to be the problem was putting it into words. he literally could not figure out how to put his affections into a song.
so he turned to akaashi. explaining what he wanted, the two of them managed to make something that semi thought might be his best song yet. and he couldn’t complain about spending so much extra time with his partner. not that he didn’t already spend as much time as he could with akaashi, but even you noticed a difference.
of course, that led to some...insecurities on your part. lunch dates between the two of them, the way they would scramble to separate when you walked into a room, secret conversations that would halt the instant they saw you— it all culminated into the only possible outcome: they were tired of you.
so caught up in their excitement, they hadn’t realized what it looked like to you, being excluded from everything. date nights were spent in silence on your part, huddled on one end of the couch or sitting on the other side of the booth, watching them act like a couple— you weren’t sure how to bring it up, so you said nothing.
the distance was almost palpable but they didn’t notice, too caught up in making sure this song was perfect, the way you went to bed without waiting up for them, not answering in your group chat, avoiding the physical affection they tried to bestow on you. you weren’t sure how they didn’t notice, only driving you further into despair.
only when the song was finally done did they begin to notice the change, the shying away at every turn and the sadness etched across your face. they found you sitting at the kitchen table sometimes, the remnants of tears you wouldn’t explain still lingering your cheeks, the avoidance of coming out with them on dates with fabricated excuses.
they were at a loss, unaware of when your strange behavior had started, but determined to fix it. sitting you down one evening, they pushed you to talk, refusing accept your flimsy excuses this time until you broke.
“do you— are you tired of me?” you asked, fidgeting with your fingers in a habit you had picked up from akaashi.
they exchanged quizzical looks, racking their brains to figure out where it was coming from until it clicked. the response was instant, both of them wrapping you up in their arms, promising and swearing that wasn’t the case. the tears started almost instantly, wanting to believe them but the doubts remained, insidious voices in the back of your mind that you didn’t deserve them and they were just too nice to tell you to get lost finally.
a few months later, while you were still struggling with your own insecurities— because as much effort as they put into reassuring you, you still had to work through it yourself as well— the album was finished.
the night semi got his copy of the disk, he plopped it into the cd player and took your hand, drawing you into his arms and swaying you to the music of the first song.
“i know you’re still struggling, sweetheart,” he said, titling your chin up so you were looking at him. he could see the surprise in your eyes, and you nodded in his grip. before you could apologize— because he knew you woul— he continued on. “but the reason keiji and i were so busy is because of this album. we were working on a special song, and we can finally show it to you. hopefully you’ll believe us now.”
with timing that was almost too perfect, akaashi’s arms wrapped around you from behind, slowly rocking the three of you side to side as semi put on the song written just for you.
tears filled your eyes as semi’s voice filled the room, all the things that had been trapped in his head for so long, words he’d been unable to put down on paper without akaashi’s help spilling out of the speakers.
when the track changed, you finally whispered, “did you mean all that?”
semi chuckled at that, wiping the tears away with his thumb while akaashi pressed soft kisses to your neck and hair. “it isn’t just me. akaashi helped. the two of you have always been it for me, there’s never been a doubt in my mind about that. i’m sorry we made you doubt it, but we love you, _____.”
akaashi piped up, soft words mixing with the soft love song still playing in the background. “we wanted it to be special, but we never meant to neglect you, my love. i know this might not make up for it but—”
“no,” you said, spinning around so that your hands were pressed to akaashi’s chest, looking up at him with tears lingering in your eyes. “it’s perfect. thank you both so much, i don’t— i don’t even know how to explain—”
“just say you love us,” semi whispered into your hair, hands tightening on your hips.
taking a shaky breath, you pulled akaashi down so that his lips were touching yours. “i love you, so much, keiji. thank you.”
then turning to semi, you did the same, nuzzling your nose against his as you whispered the words to him. “thank you, eita. i love you, and i’m sorry i doubted you.”
the album continued to play in the apartment for the rest of the night, unheard but appreciated nonetheless.
Warning : cuss words and i think that’s it- this is crack
c h a o s
that’s one way to describe the Hargreeves siblings at the moment
you see, their babie disappeared
yeah, you
well not really disappeared
but you were taken
right in front of their eyes
and now they genuinely don’t know where you were
they know who has you- they’re just no- “lemme take over-” wait Klaus njahdhdkw
Woo okay hi everybody I’m Klaus, the hottest Hargreeves sibling, and today I’m going to be updating you on our adventure to finding Eightie- or err you.
Now we know that the gothic Effie Trinket wannabe that Fivey used to work for took you and flashed away with you using a suitcase so you’re probably in a random timeline. Or maybe not random. Hey maybe Five knows. And yes, these are facts, don’t worry- I’m not that high. I gotchu I’m not gonna mislead you guys.
Okay okay Five gave us a plan to go back in time using his powers. Ooh this should be fun. Not sure if it’ll work but hey- we tried, right? Don’t worry I locked the author up in a room by the wine cellar with red wine- she should be fine. She’ll write for the fandom after this don’t worry.
Anyway so now we’re holding hands a-
I feel like puKING BLEH eugh how does Fivey do this every single minute of every single d- oh we’re moving.
Oh wait- we're in a building right now- kinda looks like that building from x-men or something-
Oooh fancy-
Huh.
So this is the commission.
Cool.
They got a chandelier and all that buzz.
We’re in an elevator now- Five said you’re most probably in a cell in the basement so that’s where we’re headed.
And i must say- wow- even their holding cells look fancy 👀
...
Holy mother of vodka-
You were sipping on tea-
You weren’t even tied up or anything!
What the actual f-
Anyway- Five mentioned this place being some sort of room for whoever's watching over the cells.
Speaking of guarding...
Someone with a big poofy wig was sitting in front of you and she turned around when Five mentioned something about a handler like honestl- Oh. OH! Her nAME is Handler. Ha! Who would’ve thought. Looking at her closely I- Wait... She looks familiar... Hmm...
Oh.
Oh my...
She looks like a goth version of Effie Trinket from the Hunger Games-
Why's everyone stari-
"Excuse you, young man- or girl, I am not-"
Wait- "girl? I am very much a hundred percent male- wanna check?" I asked as I teasingly lifted my skirt up.
"NO! THAT- That is not necessary."
I shrugged, eh, "suit yourself."
I looked around before noticing something sparkling by the ceiling. Looking around everyone was talking with Effie so they probably don't nee-
Huh... it's a button.
I wonder what it does...
Push.
"Warning."
"Warning."
"Warning."
"Emergency Exit Activated. Opening all doors of every prisoner immediately."
"KLAUS WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Oopsie- "it was shinyyy-" Diego grabbed my hand and I suddenly felt like puking all over again.
Opening my eyes - when did I shut them though - we were back home? Wait EIGHTIE YOU'RE HERE!
"Yay we saved you!"
"... Klaus you just put a warrant on all our heads,"
"But we saved Eightie and that's all that matters!"
because this is a side-blog and I really appreciate your comments ^^ (also I wanna interact a little bit but idk how half the things on this site work. Besides I’ve been told that I may seem intimidating. ISTG IM NOT! XD I’m a baby clown with anxiety)
a fox and a weasel annoying each other on purpose can be a kind of true love in my opinion
[image 1 is a drawing of sakusa and atsumu as youkai; sakusa is a kamaitachi, holding two sickles and with a bladed weasel tail. he’s scowling and using one of his sickles to tilt up the chin of an insouciant kitsune atsumu, who has nine fox tails fanning out behind him and a goading grin on his face. image 2 is a drawing of a fox and a weasel circling each other; the fox has atsumu’s hooded eyes and smirk, while the weasel has sakusa’s heavy brows and unimpressed expression. image 3 is a drawing of sakusa hauling atsumu up by the collar of his shirt while atsumu yanks sakusa’s face mask down with one finger; they are both scowling at each other.]
with your head propped up on his shoulder, both arms wrapped around your waist as he holds his console controller in front of you; his narrowed eyes making ever so quick glances towards your figure then back to his tv screen; the small smirk plastered on his lips and your mouth closed shut to avoid the twins on the other side of the call to hear you as suna’s cock was buried deep within your hole.
“that’s another win,” he whispered, thrusting his hips up, a moan eliciting from your lips from the sudden motion. you quickly bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from being heard and delivered a glare towards your boyfriend as he simply chuckled in response.
you squirmed in your position, trying to find comfort despite the torture you were already enduring. his hands hastily move to grip at your waist, holding you in place as he brings his lips closer to your ear.
“didn’t i tell you not to move,” he whispered darkly. you did nothing but whine, pleading eyes looking up at him only to be shut down the moment he turned his attention back to the game.
“suna..,” you started, “please.”
he eyed you for a moment, almost as if he was rethinking the situation, “not now baby.” he placed a kiss on your lips, smirking right after, “unless my dirty girl wants the twins to hear her.”
a cry of pleasure left your lips as he thrusted again, this time much harder than before. you watched as his smug eyes travel from you to his screen. you heard the murmuring from his headset, assuming that one of twins was saying something to him.
“hmm? oh no, y/n just hit her head. that’s all.”
your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and you buried your face into the crook, whimpering as the throbbing of anticipation in your core became unbearable. you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted him to fuck you. 
Pairing : Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female!Reader x Miya Atsumu
Warning : blood ig, curse words, attempted rape, torture, and mentions of death
Credits : to the artists regarding the drawings of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu found on the banner- i saved them from pinterest I think.
Note : do not copy or repost this anywhere else. I do not write Haikyuu!! fics anywhere else.
Y/n Miya-Sakusa was scared. No- scratch that- you were terrified.
You wouldn’t show it to your captors though- your husbands taught you to never show fear- but Jesus Christ- you were terrified not only for yourself but more so for your unborn child- a child you didn’t even know existed until half an hour before you got kidnapped from your own room. For the past hour that you’ve been tied to a chair in the middle of the room, they haven’t touched your body. The same couldn’t be said for your face. Half of your face was covered in slightly dried blood; blood that came a wound you got when they slammed your head against the edge of your beside drawer to knock you unconscious, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly from when they punched you when you spat at the face of the person who demanded your husbands’ locations and the locations of all your warehouses. The thought alone made you scoff- you’re no rat. Unlike whoever the hell gave your home’s location away. Your husbands were going to be so pissed when they find you gone and your shared room thrashed about.
Sitting on the wooden chair was become a pain in the ass. Literally. You couldn’t even escape because of the metal cuffs attached to your wrists, forearms, and ankles and they took your daggers away. You’re stuck and all you can do it wait. Wait for either your husbands to burst through the door or wait for your promised torture session and possible death.
Minutes- hours- who knows how long later, two men in black barged into the room, startling you from your daydream carrying knives with guns in their holsters. Well... looks like your Omi and Tsumu are too late huh...
“Ready, Princess?” thing 1 with an eyepatch said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, “Boss said we gots to kill ye before yer husbands get here. Ye know, so they barge in ‘ere only to see yer bleeding body. Even better if they get to see yer naked corpse, doncha think?”
“Boss said not to rape her tho-” thing 1 interrupted thing 2, “what boss doesn’t know won’t hurt ‘im. And besides- I wanna leave Miya a surprise for stabbing my eye.”
And just as thing 1 started moving towards you, a scream was heard from outside the door and echoed into the room, sending shivers down things 1 and 2’s spines. You, on the hand, smiled. They’re here... fucking finally.
“What was that?” Thing 2 looked around nervously. Huh- he must be new to the business. Poor guy he won’t make it far at this point. Thing 1 shrugged, “eh who cares? There’s no one we can’t kill.” he boasted. Dumb overconfident pig.
Another scream rang through followed by a shout of terror, “THEY’RE HERE!” that was cut off as a loud gunshot echoed through the walls followed by a series of bangs and clangs. The familiar sound brought you off guard- they brought everyone? You were sure that that clang was from Michinari’s favorite weapon- his metal bat. Where were you and who took you that they felt it necessary to have everyone here? You were brought out of your train of thoughts when you realized that all of a sudden everything and everyone was silent. All you can hear was your own heartbeat.
“Ah fuck it-” thing 1 looked at your form with a crazed look in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.
“Dude what are you-”
“Well it’s obvious we won’t make it out alive-”
“Wait what?”
“-might as well have fun before we die, ey?”
With that said he closed the gap between you two. You felt your mind blank as tears started forming in your eyes. The moment he ripped Atsumu’s shirt from your person, the tears fell along with the loudest scream you could muster, “OMI! ATS-” you were cut off as thing 1 smacked your cheek with the butt of his gun, “shut up ye lil bitch. Yer not leavin til I get my f-”
Thing 2 was suddenly down- a hole on the side of his head. None of you even heard the door open so that meant Shinsuke was here- well him or Rintarou since they’re the stealthiest in your family.
Thing 1 suddenly stood up straight and placed his hands up with his palms up and blocking your view from whoever was with you two in the room, “hey uhhh I was forced to do this, mates- it- it wasn’t anything personal, yea?” Sat on a wooden chair in just your undergarments and the remnants of one of your husbands’ shirt, you let a small smile appear on your face. They’re here. You and your little bean are safe now.
Rintarou stepped out of the shadows and from his voice you could tell he looked bored, “so... where is she?”
Thing 1 shook his head, having lost his voice the moment his eyes met the bored yet malicious ones of one Suna Rintarou- one of the deadliest assassins of the Inarizaki family, and prayed that the fox wouldn’t notice your bleeding form behind him.
The moment you let out a sob, he pushed thing 1 away and squatted in front of you. And he was not happy with what he saw was done to you-
He saw your bloody and bruised face. He saw your shaking hands and the tears you let flow from your eyes. But what angered him the most was the fact that someone he viewed as his little sister lost the brightness is her eyes.
Any chance the idiot had with reasoning with him was gone.
“Congratulations, idiot. You’ve secured a spot in our personal dungeon.” Rintarou smiled as he heard a sharp thump before the telltale sound of a body hitting the ground, “you didn’t hit him too hard, did you, Shinsuke-san?”
“Not hard enough.”
“Ok- let’s get these off of you before your hubbies come in here,” with that said both men started unlocking the cuffs trapping you onto the chair. After freeing you, you were immediately hit with the feeling of fatigue and let your body fall onto the person closest to you. Shinsuke caught your semi-limp body and immediately became worried but calmed down as he felt your breaths. He arranged your position so that you were laying across his lap, facing the roof of the cell. Rintarou settled himself beside Shinsuke after texting Kiyoomi your location- receiving an immediate reply that they’ll be there as soon as Atsumu is out of his blood haze. Shinsuke brushed his hand through your hair but immediately stopped when you whimpered, “hit- t-table- home.”
The two men exchanged worried glances when you stared up at them with your eyelids slowly closing. Rintarou tapped your cheek, “Y/n-chan, stay awake- how do you feel right now?”
“Aish of all the questions Rin-”
“B-baby...”
“Kiyoomi-san and Tsumu will be he-”
“M-my baby...” their eyes widened as you shakily placed your hand onto your tummy before falling limp in Shinsuke’s arms. He refrained from panicking when he saw your chest still rising and falling in patterns- you probably fainted from exhaustion.
“Holy shi-”
“Y/N!”
The moment the two saw your limp body they assumed the worst- but as Atsumu was about to yell out his rage and sorrow, Osamu appeared from the shadows and hit the back of his head, “she’s breathing, you moron.”
“I knew that, shitface.”
“Who ya callin’ shitface, ya pig?”
“Who ya callin’ a pi-”
“Aran,” Kiyoomi calmly spoke as he turned to face the hitman- ignoring his husband and brother-in-law, “lead the way out- make sure that there will be no delays. We must take Y/n to Motoya immediately- we don’t know the extent of her wounds- however they look... less than favorable as of the moment.”
At the reminder of your current condition, the twins shutted up, “Osamu,”
“Yeah, Omi-san?”
“Bring that thing with us.” was muttered with great disdain while his finger was pointed towards the unconscious thing 1.
And so they left the building covered in blood with neutral faces.
They may not show it but they were livid.
They didn’t miss your tear and blood stained face nor the the fact that your shirt was ripped right down the middle.
They knew what was going to happen to you had they been a second late.
“Hitoshi and Heisuke are already tracking the rats- we’ll have them in the basement by tonight,” informed Kiyoomi’s trustworthy gunsmith, Tsukasa Iizuna.
“They better- only question now is who gets first dibs on the assholes.”
As they settled into the car, Shinsuke told them the news of your latest surprise. He knew that they’d go even more ballistic were they to find out during the check-up from Motoya. But since they were in a closed and moving car with you on their laps, they couldn’t really do much except stiffen and let their rage grow stronger- and he looks forward to seeing what they’ll do to the bastards tonight. Shinsuke, above all things, is a man of honor- and what he hates above all things, are traitors.
“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! PLEA- AHHH” Thing 1 screamed as Kiyoomi dug his dagger deeper into the man’s shoulder- forming a hollow hole of sort.
“Just a little more... I want to see if your bones are clean or if they need to cleansed as well-”
“Omi-omi~ I want my turn !” whined Atsumu as he crossed his arms and pouted at his husband.
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “you had your turn five minutes ago when you spilled acid onto his legs- it’s my turn now.” with that said, Kiyoomi ripped his dagger from the man’s flesh without a warning and grabbing a bowl from the prisoner’s ‘meal’, poured the bowl of scalding hot soup into the hollow flesh.
And as the man wailed, the two traitors squirmed in fear as they awaited their turns.
“We don’t usually go to this extent but what can we say...”
warning(s): explicit sexual content, daddy kink/brat taming, impact play (spanking), dom/sub dynamics, penetrative sex, deepthroating, mating press, dirty talk, swearing, kita is a sour then sweet type of dom n reader is a bratty sub
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overview: you know teasing kita is a bad idea from experience, but that doesn’t stop you–it never has.
With a small smile playing on his lips, Kita watches his grandmother take your hand in hers for the umpteenth time this visit to admire the rings he’d bestowed upon your finger. The nearly giddy grin that forms on her gracefully aging face, causing her wrinkles to shift upwards with joy, is the same expression she’d worn each time you’d shown her—making it evident that she’s smitten with the fact that, after all these years, her dearest grandson has finally settled down with a life partner. He glances down at the wedding band around his own ring finger for a moment as a reminder to himself before returning his attention to the conversation unfolding between the two of you.
You look so sweet like this, he thinks—so innocent and honest, with that sparkle of enthusiasm in your (e/c) eyes and your cheekbones raised in the brightest of smiles. So sweet that nobody, and most certainly not his grandmother, would expect you to be interested in playing the types of games you were playing with him at the moment. With the way you acted, nobody would ever pin you as the type to be rebellious in the hopes of pushing your gentle yet stern husband’s buttons so he would give you the attention you desperately craved.
However, only he knows that you’re not quite as soft as your façade lets on. He’s the only one who has to put up with your signs of disobedience too subtle for others to notice, such as those you’ve been displaying towards him since he denied your request to lie in bed for just enough longer to go another round this morning. While he knew rejecting your advances was sufficient to make you moody for the rest of the day, he’s sure his comment that you should’ve woken up earlier since you knew what time the two of you were going over to his grandmother’s house had only riled you up even more.
