#sin night

Okay so this went in a totally different direction than I thought it would I swear it was supposed to be all fluff - hopefully this is okay though~!

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“I could totally make that jump.”

Shennong pauses and shifts around in his chair, looking over at you with a raised brow. To anyone else, that sentence would have probably sparked some kind of concern, but Shen’s long gotten used to your comments and only hums and taps his pen to his lips in thought, glancing between you and the window you’re staring at.

“You could,” he agrees, before quickly adding. “but you won’t.”

You look away from the window and give him a pointed stare. “Why not?”

“Because you won’t make it to the window before me.”

He’s got a point - you’re not at your best right now, so you’re pretty sure in the time it takes for you to actually get to the window he’d be up and out the chair to stop you. You frankly don’t see what the big issue is; it’s just the first floor, so the drop wouldn’t be that bad, but maybe that’s just the cabin fever talking, given that you’ve been bed bound in the infirmary for the better part of the day.

“Besides,” Shennong pipes up again, rolling his chair over to your bedside and giving your leg a gentle nudge. “You still need to rest that leg.”

He barely touches you but it’s enough to make you flinch with a wince - it’s not broken or fractured, but still sore enough that it’s gonna keep you off of your feet at least for the rest of the day, and the thought makes you scowl in frustration. You’d gone through the ringer in app battles - bruises, broken bones, hell even death didn’t keep you from jumping right back up. So to get taken down just for landing on your feet the wrong way going down the stairs had you miffed at the sheer audacity of your own damned body to get bedbound for such a stupid reason. 

Seeing your gloomy expression, Shennong gives you a sympathetic look and gives your leg another pat, being mindful of the injury; you mutter thanks under your breath, and try to turn your focus back onto the infirmary window. It won’t be long till school lets out as the sky’s already turning a telltale shade of orange that signals the coming end of the school day. When you’d gotten injured the teacher who’d hoisted you up and carried you to the infirmary ensured you that someone would be by afterschool to take you back to your dorm; but, in all honesty, you don’t know what’s worse, being bed bound with a snarky school nurse for company or being bed bound alone in your room.

A beat passes in silence, and you hear Shennong leaning back over to his desk to fiddle with some of the bottles he was working on. You don’t bother turning to watch him, instead letting your eyes follow the peachy clouds crawling across an orange sky beyond the glass. After a few more minutes, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“You know, Kengo did it once.” 

It’s not a lie - though it was more so that he fell out of it rather than willingly jumped, but it’s enough to get the nurse to do a double take. Shen squints at your words, searching for a tell to show you’re bluffing; when it’s clear you’re not he retorts. “And if Kengo told you to-” 

“Yes.” you don’t hesitate, staring him dead in the eyes.

“...You’re right; stupid question.” Shennong gives a deep sigh and leans to rest on his knees rubbing his temples.

“I forget you’re not the only student who likes getting into trouble.”

“Hey!” you straighten up on the bed, expression aghast. “Of course I’m not the only one! You say that like that’s all I ever do.”

In response he lets out a low, drawn out whistle and tilts his head. “Well…” he trails off and you narrow your eyes into a glare, arms crossing over your chest as you drop back onto the infirmary bed.

“...If I could stand right now I’d tackle you off of that chair.” you only half-mean it because you know that he’s right (loathe as you are to admit it) and Shen waves a hand in your direction.

“And that is exactly what I mean.”

You grumble to yourself  and press yourself further back, effectively sinking into the infirmary bed with a sour expression, watching him regard you with an amused smile that just screams that he’s teasing you. There’s another period of silence, but this one is broken far quicker when you mutter, voice quieting into a mutter as you stare down at your injured leg.

“I get into trouble - but it’s for a good reason.”

Shen only hums in response, but his tone is almost disbelieving and that just spurs you on to continue.

“Wanting to protect people is a good reason - so I don’t mind if it gets me into a bit of trouble.”

“What if it gets you hurt?” at his question you perk up, looking over to where he’s sitting. You pause for a moment, and when you discern that it’s a serious question you shrug and lean back, rolling over onto your side to face the window.

“I’m used to it, so it’s fine.”

“And if it gets you killed?” you knew that was coming, and yet hearing Shennong ask that gives you pause, and when he sees you physically tense up he pushes the question. “Will you still say that’s fine?”

Perhaps it’s childish to refuse to answer, but you double down and avoid looking at him altogether, staring hard at the window and hoping that your lack of response will end the discussion. You refuse to budge, even when you hear his chair squeak and listen to the footfalls steadily rounding the side of the infirmary bed. Soon enough there’s a pair of legs blocking your view of the window and you frown, craning your head to look past him and pretend he’s not looking down at you. When that doesn’t work you huff and move to roll onto your other side, but a firm hand on your shoulder has you staying put as Shennong squats down so that you’re face to face.

“Listen.” he begins with a sigh, expression surprisingly stern as he stares at you. “I know this sounds harsh, but you don’t need me to tell you that you’re reckless. You run headfirst into fights with impossible odds and have to claw your way out time and time again - that’s not easy, and the app doesn’t heal everything you go through. If you’re not careful-” Shennong cuts himself off, watching your anger ease into a more forlorn expression; you understand.

“You won’t be any help to the people you want to protect if you’re dead - fighting’s one thing, but you need to stay alive if you want a chance at keeping them safe. Take care of yourself - that’s all I can ask.”

You’re quiet for a long moment, meeting his gaze and flinching not from pain this time, but from the intensity that he’s squaring you with. It’s not malicious however, and reminds you all too much of how Mr. Mononobe would look at you, firm but well-intentioned, and you have to swallow down the lump in your throat before you find the words.

“Is that the doctor’s advice?” It’s a bad joke, but it successfully breaks the tension and the therian visibly relaxes, smiling as he answers.

“Call it advice from a friend.”

“Advice from a friend, huh?” you parrot back, a grin of your own rising to your face. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to listen to a friend...no promises about non-app battles though - if someone starts a fight I will finish it for them.”

“Yeah, didn’t think it’d be that easy.” he sighs, but after a beat of pause, Shen leans over and claps a large hand onto your head, making a show of mussing up your hair as he adds.

“You’re a good kid.”

You give a half hearted grumble and duck your head away from his hand. “Yeah, yeah, call me kid again you’re losing that hand.”

Shen only laughs at your reaction but stands up and moves back over to his desk once he’s sure you’re okay. You watch his back as he walks away from you before you focus on making yourself comfortable, flopping down onto the pillow and pressing your cheek into the plush fabric till you find a good position to lie in. 

First post lets start it off with something fluffy~! Been a hot second since I wrote something for Wakan so this was fun!

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Wakan’s never been the type to let things get him down for long, always charging headfirst towards the future confident that things will work themselves out for the best. It’s one of his most admirable qualities, though a part of you always worried that he was going to burn himself out if he didn’t ease up every now and again.

You’re usually able to hear him before he even comes through the door, usually hearing him calling out your name the moment he’s on your floor, or listening to him chattering with the neighbors after stopping to help them carry things up. The fact that he’s almost always beaming with energy only makes him more noticeable, especially thanks to the countless nights that he’s come home and immediately sought you out, quite literally sweeping you off of your feet and into his arms before you’ve even gotten to the door to greet him. So you’d like to think that you’ve gotten good at noticing when he’s home; today’s different.

The telltale jingle of keys undoing the front door catches your attention as you turn your head to the doorway, and not a moment later a familiar set of footfalls enters your apartment as you hear the door slide open. Wakan normally announces his presence when he comes home, but when you don’t hear his voice you grow concerned, moving to switch off the TV as you slip off of your bed and pad gingerly out into the hallway. 

Slinking towards the hall leading to the front door, you peek around the corner and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when you spot Wakan Tanka standing in the doorway, back turned to you as he closes the door with a soft click. Your relief is short lived however when he doesn’t budge, shoulders slouching with a sigh with his hands remaining pressed against the door. Whilst you can’t see his face, it’s clear to see that something’s got him down if the way his ears are drooped wasn’t enough of an indication. A beat passes in silence, and you’re preparing to approach him when Wakan suddenly straightens up, clapping his hands against his cheeks as though psyching himself up into a better mood before whirling around.

His mouth opens, the beginnings of your name tumbling from his lips before he finally notices you, now openly standing in the hallway. At the sight of you, Wakan seems momentarily stunned, but quickly composes himself and perks up, crossing the distance between you in a few short strides and bundling you up in his arms. His greeting is warm, and the embrace he wraps you in is firm and passionate, but you’re more focused on the earlier scene as you place your hands onto his arms, giving them a soft squeeze. Wakan pulls away just enough to see your face, and at the worry on your face, his head tilts in confusion.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

You make a non-committal noise, worrying the words before asking. “Wakan, is everything okay?”

“Okay...?” Mirroring your words, Wakan visibly falters. 

You can sense the hesitation - communication has always been a key part of your relationship, namely thanks to Wakan’s own upfrontness, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t go out of his way to avoid worrying you when things actually do bug him. So when he trails off, eyes momentarily flickering behind you as though searching for the perfect words to ease your concerns you huff and lean back, bringing your hands up to the sides of his face and cupping it between them. That gets him to focus back on you, and feeling him press into your palms with a soft sigh your expression softens, thumbs rubbing across his cheeks until he lets out that signature hum that tells you he's relaxing.

“Rough day?” you venture a guess. You know it’s probably more than that, but for now it’s a good start when he nods in response, letting his face come to rest completely in your hands.

“Yes.” he concedes, and for a second you watch his expression furrow - a telltale sign that he’s debating whether or not he should explain. 

Not wanting to push him, you offer him the softest smile you can muster and press a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. He makes a noise of pleasant surprise, but just as quickly tilts his head so that your lips are pressed directly against his - a short and sweet gesture. When you pull away he’s smiling again, but this one’s a little less troubled and that in itself is a relief. Your hands move from cupping his fact and Wakan fumbles to catch himself as you take his hand into your own, giving it a gentle tug.

“Come on,” you urge, coaxing him to follow you as you take a step backwards. “You must be exhausted - come cuddle for a bit.”

At the mention of cuddles Wakan doesn’t hesitate to follow you and soon enough you’re backtracking into your bedroom, guiding him along until he’s through the doorway and your legs knock against the bed; only then do you let go of his hand and turn to climb onto it. 

You kick back the covers as you shuffle back onto the bed, rolling onto your back and holding out your arms in a ‘come hither’ gesture hoping he’ll take the hint. Wakan beams and clambers onto the bed to join you, arms moving to circle around you as you pull him into your embrace. He fits effortlessly in your arms as he presses his face into your chest, and your touch is soft as you bring one hand to run through his hair as the other comes to drape across his shoulder blades. Deft fingers are quick to start massaging his scalp, and the pleased groan that he lets out as he sinks further into you has you chuckling. 

It isn’t long till his hair is all mussed up from your ministrations, but Wakan doesn’t seem to care in the slightest, letting his eyes close as he nuzzles up against your chest eagerly seeking out your warmth. Wakan’s open with affection, so it’s little surprise that at your attention he’s already relaxing, and you hum to yourself as you continue petting his head, being mindful of the horns languidly flickering in a bright green hue shining just a bit brighter than they were before. Once you’re sure he’s loosened up enough, you duck down to press a chaste kiss to the top of his head, moving down in quick succession to give his ears a few quick pecks in the process. They twitch the moment your lips touch them, and you giggle at the fuzzy feeling rubbing against your chin before you return to your original spot.

At the feeling of you pulling away, Wakan’s face peeks out from his previous position cuddling against your chest. He looks significantly more comfortable than he was before, and you find yourself smiling knowing that he’s at least a little happier now that he’s home. Wakan’s voice is soft as he says your name, and when you make a noise of acknowledgement he shuffles upwards, moving so that you’re face to face. Though he pauses for but a moment, he just as quickly dives in to press his lips to the corner of your mouth.

“Thank you.” he’s smiling as he moves away, resting his cheek against your chest watching your reaction.

“Don’t need to thank me,” you mutter, head tilting as you think for a moment before adding. “Buuuuut you can keep giving me more kisses~”

dfghjgf so I’ve already been getting some sin night requests so what the hell let’s open em up for tonight~! As usual I’ll be keeping the inbox open till tomorrow morning so feel free to send in anything as smutty or fluffy as you’d like - both for Housamo, Lah, and all in-between~!

I’ll be working on some of the older ones in the meantime so ya’ll don’t feel left out - till then everyone~!

Gonna get through a couple more of these before opening sin night in about an hour - so have some good ol’ Dagon drabbles in the meantime~

-------- Keeping Dagon company on the long nights where he has to stay back grading papers has quickly become a staple in your relationship. It’s always around exams time that the work starts to pile up, and even the professors at the University aren’t exempt from having to stay after hours just to ensure that everything is ready to be submitted by the deadline. You’ve long gotten used to staying behind long after the schools have let out for the day, and Dagon’s had no reservations about reminding you how much he enjoys the company when you do stay behind with him. You’re comfortable just biding your time in his company till he’s finished the work for the day, and this time is no different. 

The lecture hall doesn’t have any windows, but if you were to hazard a guess you were sure the sun had long set by now. From above you, you can hear Dagon muse something under his breath as he makes notes on the paper he’s currently marking, the scrawl of his pen proving to be a surprisingly lulling sound from your position perched in his lap. You take a moment to glance up at his face, admiring the way his expression focuses when he’s picked something new from the page, before moving your attention elsewhere.

Resting your head against Dagon’s chest, you busy yourself fiddling with his necklace, fingers dancing up and down the chain links only pausing to admire the small metal pillar hanging from the centre. After a moment or two longer of tracing the grooves etched into the necklace you allow your hands to continue wandering, looking for the next thing to keep your attention. Eventually you find yourself playing with the unfastened buttons of his shirt, toying the small purple buttons between your fingers; he keeps so many of them undone it’s a wonder why he wears a shirt at all, maybe for the aesthetic? Or perhaps another professor just chewed him out about the dress code.

The thought has you biting back a giggle, a noise that doesn’t go unnoticed when you feel Dagon shift in his seat, momentarily pulling himself away from his work. A hand pulls away from the desk to wrap around your wrist, guiding it up above your head; your head tilts up in response, chin still pressed to his chest as you watch him bring your hand up to his face, lips coming to press against your palm. He watches you flush, heart skipping a beat as a bashful smile rises to your lips in response. The sight makes him chuckle, and the noise vibrates against you from deep within his chest, apparently pleased by your reaction

His lips continue to pepper kisses, mouth pressing to the pads of each finger tip giving each digit of your hand his attention as the hand gripping your wrist gives you a gentle squeeze. His eyes never leave yours, and you feel him smile against your skin when your own eyes dart away under the intensity of his gaze. Eventually, Dagon guides your hand back down before releasing his grip, reaching up to brush his knuckles against your cheek and moving to cup the side of your face when you tilt your head. 

The palm of his hand is warm to the touch, and for a beat you allow your eyes to flutter to a close as you lean into him, humming as you nose affectionately at the calloused skin. From the corner of your eye, Dagon’s expression notably softens and he trails his thumb across the bridge of your nose, coaxing you to move till your attention is fully focused back onto his face again. When Dagon murmurs your name you let out another hum, however your planned response is swiftly silenced by a kiss, lips pressing firm against your own. Just like that you just about melt into the kiss, the hands on his chest gently curling into his shirt as you lean into him, returning the affection as best you can. 

His kisses are always all encompassing, and even as gentle as he is there’s a greedy need behind them, hungrily seeking out and and all noises he can get from you until your head is spinning at the attention. It’s easy to get lost in them, even as he mutters sweet words against your mouth and parts your lips with his tongue, and before long you’re breathless and gasping, but even then he goes in for just a few more kisses.

Dagon only relents when you let out a whine against his lips, and when he moves to pull away his teeth worry at your lower lip just a second longer before fully breaking away. You look momentarily dazed, lips still parted before you catch yourself and huff, an action betrayed only by the giddy smile that rises to your face. That only gains another chuckle out of him and Dagon leans back down, this time to press a kiss to your forehead that is notably more chaste than the last one. 

Had to leave Tadatomo for this one as I had no idea what to write for him but I do hope the other two were well worth the wait! It definitely made for an interesting scenario~! --------------

Hati

It was honestly pretty fun to regain more of your memories - at least the ones of past loops. The information that you’ve been recalling is select, not really providing much help in means of figuring out everything to do with the game and its main players; however, what you have recalled has given you the perfect opportunity to mess with others with the information that you know.

You’ve been able to recall more than a few embarrassing memories, all of which you’ve been more than eager to use to your advantage just to watch your friends to either blush up a storm or burst into laughter. It’s been a great way to lift the mood, though you’ve taken a few hits to your ego for the sake of getting people to smile again, which is exactly what you expect is going to happen this time around.

Aoyama guild isn’t exactly the best place to crack out the sex stories, which is probably the reason why it’s just a small group of you huddled around together off in a nondescript part of campus - it gives the lot of you some privacy, which is frankly all you need when the questions start getting asked. It’s entertaining watching their reactions, whether they flush bright red at the mere mention of sex, or crack in a few jokes at your expense to coax you into telling more, but you let your words get the best of you, confessing more than you probably would have under normal circumstances. 

The question about your favorite lover comes out of the left field, and you genuinely have to stop to think about it. Some of the memories and faces are still blurry, whether that’s thanks to you being forgetful of what you’ve learned or something else you have no idea; however when you actually take a second to mull over the old memories that you have the first thing that comes to mind is a certain idol-adoring wolf. You don’t remember how the two of you even got together back in those loops, but the images are vivid. The kisses shared, the long nights behind closed doors, the marks left over the mornings after…

One of your friends notices you flush, teasingly asking you what’s got you blushing, but you don’t look over at them, instead automatically casting your gaze over to where Hati’s leaning against the wall, listening in on the conversation. The therian meets your gaze, seemingly expecting your next tangent about your greatest lover, and yet he’s instead greeted with a wink before you sigh and lean back against the grass, saying that you can’t say for sure even as you keep glancing over at Hati, trying to gauge his reaction.

The subject doesn’t get brought up again, at least not until everyone’s leaving to head off to their next task, and you’re getting ready to head off campus yourself when someone stops you, a hand catching your wrist as you stand back up. Turning around, you’re greeted by Hati, and he speaks before you can even ask what he wants.

“You’re not lying.”

The question catches you off guard, but after a beat of pause you shake your head, watching the conflict flashing across the wolf’s face - or maybe it’s embarrassment? But then he settles you with a firm gaze.

“Prove it” 

“What?”

“Prove that you were telling the truth.”

For a moment you weigh his expression, trying to figure out if he’s being serious - but Hati’s not the kind to joke around like this. When you realize he is actually being serious you purse your lips, humming for a moment before you shrug.

“Alright, let me juuust~”

This time there’s no hesitation when you move in to close the distance, coming to rest chest to chest as your arms snake around Hati, sliding down his back and coming to grasp at his tail. The reaction is instantaneous - Hati’s breath hitches and his tail thrashes in surprise, though all too quickly it settles into wagging back and forth with increasing excitement as you run your hand down the length of the appendage. He makes no move to pull himself away, though he makes a choked noise when you purposefully press your fingertips into the spot directly above his tail.

“I don’t know about you, but that’s a pretty convincing argument” you’re biting back a chuckle when you catch sight of his expression, leaning a little bit closer.

“And of course let’s not forget how sensitive you are at the base of your-”

“I believe you!” Hati’s voice comes out in a strained yip as he guides your hand off of his tail, blushing hard enough that you can hardly believe this is the same therian that just asked you to prove that you’d slept together.

 You have to admit, it’s cute watching him get this flustered - you’ll have to make sure to put that knowledge of past loops to good use more often.

“Well,” you’re smirking as you flash him another wink “If you need any more ‘proof’, you know where to find me~”

You don’t wait for his response before you turn away and focus back on collecting your stuff, though you can certainly feel the therian’s gaze watching you lean down with a newfound interest.

Suzuka

“You’re lying.”

You’re pinned against the wall with enough force to make you wheeze, and your hands fly up to the two hands buried into the collar of your jacket, trying to ease their grip even a little as you flash what you hope is a disarming grin.

“Come on, Suzuka - since when have I lied to you?”

Suzuka’s face is stern, but the scowl on her face is betrayed by the pink hue that’s taken to her cheeks as she retorts.

“Oh, I can think of a few times-”

“Look, birthdays technically don’t count as ly-”

Another shove makes your chuckle turn into grunt and you’re suddenly starting to regret your little stunt earlier.

It’s not like you’d planned for the topic to come up, but with more and more memories of past loops gradually filtering back into your head you’ve been recalling a lot of information about both yourself and your allies. Happy times, sad times, and, to your surprise, a few intimate times as well. They shouldn’t have been so surprising, really, especially since there’s so many people in Tokyo trying to jump your bones at any given time, but you’re still kind of conflicted seeing those same people walk around not knowing that the two of you had gotten so close in Tokyo’s past loops.

So you’ve tried to take it in stride, making light and joking about it where you can if it ever comes up - humors a good way to deflect a conversation you’ve found. But apparently, all it takes is some liquid courage and a particularly rowdy night at one of the Outlaw’s clubs for that humor to toss you straight into the deep end of honest conversations. The question had come up as a joke, with someone prodding enough for answers about your ‘endeavor’s in the past loop that you’d finally cracked and decided to spill. You’d left out names, deflecting with a few teasing remarks if someone tried to pry too hard, but when the question was posed about who your favorite lover was it had given you pause.

You weren’t thinking when your eyes flickered over to Suzuka, it was a knee jerk reaction before the question had even fully registered.You’d be lying if you said you didn’t remember it - you remember it quite fondly actually - and maybe it was remembering that experience that led to you sealing the glance you shared with a subtle wink as you hid your smile into your cup. The wink didn’t go amiss, and almost immediately you could see the shock on her expression, nearly choking on her drink as she slammed it down and tried to pass it off as nothing.

She wasn’t the only one who noticed, as when you’d looked away you’d caught Tetsuya watching you, and you don’t need words to realize that he’d spotted the exchange. However if he did he didn’t bring it up, instead stepping in to steer the conversation into another direction, giving you the perfect chance to slip away.

You’d have to thank him for that later - if you can get out of this confrontation in one piece.

“You’ve got some nerve pulling a stunt like that.” Suzuka growls, grip on your collar just barely loosening. “Honestly, like I’d believe that you and I were...w-were-”

She loses momentum, her face taking a slightly more redder hue than before as she tries to find the right words to keep berating you, and you take the moment to interject.

“Suzuka, I swear it’s the truth - look-”

You reach out your hand, hesitantly at first so as to give her the opportunity to stop you if she wants. When she doesn’t actively try to break your wrist, you eventually bring your hand behind her head, cupping the back of it just beneath her ponytail and flexing your fingers in a motion akin to a massage. For a second you watch Suzuka’s expression flicker, the anger from her face momentarily disappearing before her brows knit together and she lets out a shaky sigh. Her expression is a perfect mirror of the past loops when the pair of you were together, eyes closing for but a second as she leans just a bit more into your palm, and you find yourself feeling bittersweet as you remember those times. She was more relaxed then, smiled more, and you kind of hope that she can be like that in this loop too, even if it’s not with you. 

“See, you told me about how sensitive this spot was,” your voice is soft as you address her, fingers massaging at that spot you’ve memorized with your fingers. “I used to do it all the time when we-”

In the blink of an eye Suzuka seems to catch herself and pushes herself out of your grip,  cheeks taking on an especially ruddy hue as she sputters.

“I-I-!You-!”

You genuinely think that she’s gonna sock you - her fists balling up at her sides as she steps away, turns around, then circles back around on you. Her hand comes up, but instead of any kind of hit she jabs a finger into your chest, glaring at you as she mutters with red cheeks.

“Ask next time.”

And like that Suzuka steps away from you and turns on her heel to walk away from you; you lean back against the wall with a sigh of relief. However, you can’t help but grin as you turn to watch her leave, smoothing a hand through your hair and trying to straighten out the creases in your jacket as you call out to her.

“Next time~?”