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Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!
A mix of nsfw, crack, fluff, angst, etc.
1-50
The sound of footsteps had Takumi glancing over his shoulder, curious over who else was in the mood to soak in the hot springs this late at night.
“Oh...hey. Couldn’t sleep?”
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Takumi exhales shakily, leaning into the kiss, fingers curling into the fabric of Moana’s shirt. He wants to cry. His chest hurts, his throat constricting painfully at the oh so familiar sensation of the other man’s lips pressed against his own, and, gods, for a time he had thought that he’d never get to feel that again–!
“You should’ve told me,” the Hoshidan prince whispers, pulling away just enough to speak. A hand releases its grip on Moana’s shoulder, moving instead to cup the taller’s hand resting against his cheek. It’s warm, solid, and Takumi turns his head, pressing a kiss against Moana’s palm. “Are you staying…?”
Carefully, he sits up, making sure not to accidentally push Takumi off his lap. He wants to hold the prince close, wants to squeeze him much like his other form would… But instead, he chooses to gently wrap his arms around the prince he’s missed, inhaling that comforting scent that’s distinctly Takumi.
For a brief moment, Moana falters, that particular question catching him completely off guard. He can’t stay, not forever. Eventually, he’ll have to go back home… “No,” he finally says, one hand stroking the back of the Hoshidan’s head. “But let me take you with me… I’m not coming back when I leave.”
‘No.’
Never would’ve Takumi thought that such a simple word would be all it’d take to make his heart stop and his breath to catch in his throat. He suspected it ( or a part of him did, at least ) but hearing it out loud, to have it confirmed, is so much worse than Takumi ever had expected and he unconsciously tightens his grip on Moana. His vision is swimming and there’s a buzzing in his ears and he knows Moana is speaking, but it’s difficult to focus, because all he can think about is the fact that Moana is going to leave, that--
‘But let me take you with me.’
The Hoshidan prince startles, snaps out of the shock, and jerks his head up to stare at the other man, eyes wide. There’s so much to think about and take into consideration, like his brother and sisters and his own position as the second prince and politics and the fact that Hoshido is still recovering from the war and there’s still so much work left to do, but... But...!
“...I can come with you...?” He whispers, voice cracking, amber eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “I can?”
Just this once, he wants to forget about his duties as a brother, a Hoshidan, a prince.
( Just this once, he wants to be selfish )
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“Don’t talk about my heartbeat.. It’s creepy..”
Heartbeat...
...creepy...?
Takumi blinked, slowly, then jerked his head up, eyes going wide in momentary horror as he snapped out of whatever trance he’d fallen into. He hadn’t even noticed, and he felt his face go warm at the realization of what he’d apparently said, his throat and chest suddenly feeling much too tight.
He swallowed, hard.
And tried ( in vain ) to ignore the continous thump thump thump echoing in his ears.
“S...sorry. I-I guess I’m a bit more tired than I thought, huh...?”
“Why haven’t you been eating?!”
Takumi froze, a burst of panic surging through him at the accusation ( no, concern? ) and he found himself stuttering, shocked and caught completely and utterly off guard. He hadn’t expected Leo to notice, much less care, and yet--
“I’ve-- I’ve been eating!” He tried, protesting, though the nervous and uncertain lilt to his voice didn’t even convince himself. Gods, what was he supposed to say? That he wasn’t hungry? That food wasn’t appetizing to him anymore? That even miso soup made him sick to his stomach lately? That he was much more interested in the blood dripping from their own soldiers after a battle?!
“I just... I haven’t... I haven’t had much of an appetite lately. It’s not that big of a deal, though.”
"How come you're hiding more?" -- princcofsummcr
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Takumi was quick to reply, arms folding across his chest in a defensive manner even as his eyes briefly ( just for a moment ) flickered away from the other man. “I’ve just been busy. That’s all.”
And stepping outside hurt lately, the sun’s previously soothing warmth now scorching his skin the very moment it touched him. He’d put it off as it simply being too hot lately, at first, but...
But there were...other things, too. Other, much more concerning, things and--
“I’m sorry, but if there’s nothing else, I really need to be on my way.”
“You alright?” “Your eyes look different..” “Why are you leaning closer?” “You’ve been acting weird..” “Don’t talk about my heartbeat.. It’s creepy..” “What are you doing up so late?” “Woah, put a jacket on! You’re freezing!” “Your.. Your teeth look strange..” “Why haven’t you been eating?!” “Your stomach is growling, ya hungry?” “I know your secret..” “What is wrong with you?! C’mon, you can tell me!” “I already know.. Just don’t take too much, ok?” “Vampires don’t exist dumbass. ” “Why the hell are you covered in blood?!” “Damnit.. You’re fast!” “C’mon! I know you’re not afraid of sunlight. Get up. ” “Hey dude.. You hear about the murders lately?” “Stop staring at my cut.. It’s weird. ” “Hah! What are ya, a vampire?” “Be gentle please…” “No way in hell can you suck my blood!” “You’re… A vampire?” “What are you up to..?” “How come you’re hiding more?” “Damnit, just tell me what’s wrong!” “Your stomach is growling again..” “Woah! Where’d the fangs come from?!” “I’ve known. “
“Another…?” The bartender offers with a lilt at the final syllable of that single word, a single hand gesturing with a flick of the wrist to the empty glass poised before his newest visitor. “You’re certainly welcome to one. Or do you suppose you’ve already drank your fill for the evening?”
“No,” Takumi replies, quietly, reaching for the glass and lifting it towards the other man in a silent request for more. His face feels a little hot and there’s an almost gentle numbness in his head, but his thoughts are still coherent ( if a little bit fuzzy ) and that’s more than enough reason to keep on drinking, he decides. “One more. ...Please. Ah, but could you, maybe, give me something a little stronger?”
“I don’t care whether you like it or not. Just take it.” “If you struggle, I will tie up your hands, if you scream, I will gag you. You have nowhere to go.” “You will like it when I’m finished with you.” “We both know that you want it, so stop complaining.” “I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied.” “Open your mouth.” “You can do whatever you want to my body, but don’t you dare think you own me.” “Just sit still so I can come in your face.” “Look at me when you come, slut.” “I will fuck you again and again and again until I’m done with you, you understand?” “Turn around and push your pants down, or suffer the consequences of disobeying me.” ”The more you scream, the more in control I feel.” “I love seeing you like this.” “Get on your knees, open your mouth and don’t even dare use your teeth.” “Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who fell for the trap. It’s your own fault.” “Please just stop! I’ll do whatever you want me to. Anything but this.” “Don’t stop crying. You’re beautiful like that.” “I’ll fuck you over and over until you spread your legs when you see me.” “I know you don’t want it. That’s what makes me want it.” “I’m not using you. I’m making you useful.” “At least I’m not going to murder you afterwards… I think.” “This will go on as long as I want it to and there’s nothing you can do about it.” “If you know what’s good for you, you should stop trying to tell people about this.” “This will be our little secret, or do you want me to ensure that you keep quiet?” “You will learn to love me.” “I know you don’t want this, but I’m going to continue until you need me.” “Get on your hands and knees.” “Do as I say or I’ll make you hurt.” “Smile for the camera.” “Don’t worry, I’m only recording this for my private collection.” “I will make you come.” “You have five minutes to make me cum, or you know what will follow.” “You can do better than this.” “Ride me like the little slut you are.” “Touch yourself until you come, or I will fucking cut you.” “Disobey me again and I will get the cane out.” “Oh, does that hurt? Well, then you will know not to speak up again.” “I’m not doing this because I hate you, I do it because I love you.” “Deep down you want this and you know it.” “I’m sorry for last night. I was really drunk. You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
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@sxltyprince || previously
Of course, leaving without saying a word hurt. But…he has his own morals, ones that wouldn’t allow vilifying one side of a war, despite what he’s been through. And when he’s heard it, heard that there’s a joined army, he joined the cause.
“I’m sorry…” The former prince lifts a hand to cradle Takumi’s cheek, before leaning up to kiss the lips he’s missed for so long.
Takumi exhales shakily, leaning into the kiss, fingers curling into the fabric of Moana’s shirt. He wants to cry. His chest hurts, his throat constricting painfully at the oh so familiar sensation of the other man’s lips pressed against his own, and, gods, for a time he had thought that he’d never get to feel that again--!
“You should’ve told me,” the Hoshidan prince whispers, pulling away just enough to speak. A hand releases its grip on Moana’s shoulder, moving instead to cup the taller’s hand resting against his cheek. It’s warm, solid, and Takumi turns his head, pressing a kiss against Moana’s palm. “Are you staying...?”
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He hadn’t quite meant to do that. Really, he hadn’t! ( Though, then again, a part of him might have. ) But seeing Moana again after they’d spent so much time apart had made it difficult to hold back that feeling of utter exhilaration and he’d moved before he’d quite even realized it, tearing through the hallway and ( quite literally ) throwing himself at the other man, sending them both crashing to the floor, and. Well.
Here they were.
Moana, his back flat against the floor, and Takumi, straddling the taller’s hips, his hands pressed firmly against Moana’s shoulder. Embarrassed though he was by his own actions, Takumi had yet to move. ...To be honest, he didn’t really want to.
“You know,” he began, a frown ( no, wait, was that a pout? ) on his heated face, brows furrowing as he leaned down just a little closer towards Moana. “You owe me a kiss.”
Gods, it was cold.
The Hoshidan prince shivered and raised his hands, blowing hot air onto his frozen fingers in an attempt to warm them up. It would be near impossible to use his bow with them in this state and if a Faceless or bandits or a Nohrian soldier showed up, then...
“Useless,” Takumi muttered to himself, gaze sweeping across the snow surrounding him - only for the prince to stiffen, turning swiftly at the sound of crunching footsteps from behind him. “Who’s there?!”