#at the very least it tastes p damn good on its own

[kos-mos]

I only need half a cup,,

Anyone got any suggestions on what to do w one fuckload of pumpkin

[kamreadsandrecs]

Title: Joan: A Novel of Joan of Arc Author: Katherine J. Chen Genre/s: historical Content/Trigger Warnings: suicide, rape (implied), emotional and physical abuse of a child, emotional and physical abuse of a spouse, animal death, death of a child, death of a sibling, war-related violence typical for the period Summary (from publisher website): 1412. France is mired in a losing war against England. Its people are starving. Its king is in hiding. From this chaos emerges a teenage girl who will turn the tide of battle and lead the French to victory, becoming an unlikely hero whose name will echo across the centuries. In Katherine J. Chen’s hands, the myth and legend of Joan of Arc is transformed into a flesh-and-blood young woman: reckless, steel-willed, and brilliant. This meticulously researched novel is a sweeping narrative of her life, from a childhood steeped in both joy and violence, to her meteoric rise to fame at the head of the French army, where she navigates the perils of the battlefield and the equally treacherous politics of the royal court. Many are threatened by a woman who leads, and Joan draws wrath and suspicion from all corners, while her first taste of fame and glory leaves her vulnerable to her own powerful ambition. With unforgettably vivid characters, transporting settings, and action-packed storytelling, Joan is a thrilling epic, a triumph of historical fiction, as well as a feminist celebration of one remarkable—and remarkably real—woman who left an indelible mark on history. Buy Here: https://bookshop.org/p/books/joan-a-novel-of-joan-of-arc/18860873 Spoiler-Free Review: I’m familiar with Saint Joan of Arc, mostly thanks to a Catholic school education and a general curiosity about the lives of these people whom the Church seemed to think were pretty damn important, if they were powerful enough to bend God’s ear on behalf of us mere mortals. Like most Catholics I’m familiar with the general outline of her life story: how as a girl she had visions encouraging her to save France; how she spoke to the Dauphin and convinced him to give her an army; how she succeeded in battle until she didn’t; and then was burnt at the stake by the English for heresy. However, the memory of her victories continued to live in the memory of the French people (not least because her achievements were crucial to France winning the Hundred Years’ War), and almost five hundred years after her execution she’d be canonized as a saint, thus cementing her legendary status. It’s a good story - a VERY good story. It’s why Joan is one of the most memorable saints in the Church’s immense roster, and why even non-religious folk know who she is and the general outline of her life and eventual death. It also helps that there are PLENTY of fictionalized depictions of her, both in print and in film, and there are almost as many non-fictional accounts of her life too. If you want to go down a rabbit hole of everything Saint Joan, you can easily do that and get lost down there for a good long while. So: with all of these books and movies already out there, many of which are considered to be quite good, what makes Chen’s novel, in particular, stand out? Personally, I think it’s that her take on Joan is, firstly, very human, and secondly, there’s little of the divine to be seen anywhere in this story. Those two things are tied together: throughout the novel Joan’s perspective on her achievements is that SHE has accomplished them, no one else. Oh, sure, she’s aware that her talents are likely God-given, (and there’s a brief moment in the novel where she contemplates God taking those talents away and gets really scared), but more in the manner of a seed being planted in her - a seed that was nurtured under the abusive hand of her father Jacques d’Arc, and which she then found use for as she grew older. This doesn’t mean she’s an atheist, of course, nor even an agnostic. No: Joan believes in God, but her relationship with God is different. Instead of begging and pleading to him when she prays, she bargains with him. There’s a couple scenes in the novel where she talks about how her prayers to God go, and it’s generally her talking about all these things she has done and wants to do, and then telling God “So: what do you think? Maybe we can help each other out here.” This is very different from the other depictions of Joan that I’ve seen, which have portrayed her as completely devoted to God and moving only as he (through her visions) commands her to. Speaking of visions: there’s none of that to be seen here. Oh sure, Joan has dreams, but not the visions (or hallucinations) of the saints that a lot of material out there says she had. Instead, Joan’s motivations are entirely - and heartbreakingly - human. I won’t go into the details because that way lie spoilers, but suffice to say that what gets Joan out of her home and to the court of the Dauphin has very, VERY little to do with divine inspiration, but A LOT MORE to do with entirely human (and, therefore, probably more relatable) motivations. But that raises the question: where DID all those stories of visions and divine inspiration come from in the first place? In Chen’s novel, those are all part of a propaganda push, orchestrated by certain members of the Dauphin’s court, in order to get the Dauphin off his butt and moving in fighting back against the English and the Burgundians, and then later, after her initial victories, rumors and stories concocted by people who had encountered her and were looking for something hopeful to hang onto in the face of the despair and tragedy of the war. Again I won’t get into that too much because spoilers, but it soon becomes clear to the reader that in the novel, the legend of Joan was something other people created, and that she herself didn’t have much to do with its creation except through her actions - actions which were then taken by others and spun this way and that for their own purposes. In the novel, Joan is entirely aware of these stories, and how she deals with them is interesting to read about too. Interesting, too, is how she is aware she is being used, but decides to take that in stride and find her own way of using others in turn to achieve her own ends. Overall, this is a very good read, largely because I like this take on Joan: not  a saint, and not a madwoman, but someone thoroughly human, who wanted to do what she could with what she had - and accomplished a great deal, even as she went against the grain of what was expected of her as a woman. However, just as her own motivations and desires were entirely human, so too were the challenges that stood in her way - and while some she could overcome, there were more that she could not, like systemic misogyny and political maneuvering. Despite knowing the end of her story even before the novel begins, reading about this particular take on a familiar figure was quite fun, and I think other people will enjoy it too. Rating: five fleur de lys

[kammartinez]

Title: Joan: A Novel of Joan of Arc Author: Katherine J. Chen Genre/s: historical Content/Trigger Warnings: suicide, rape (implied), emotional and physical abuse of a child, emotional and physical abuse of a spouse, animal death, death of a child, death of a sibling, war-related violence typical for the period Summary (from publisher website): 1412. France is mired in a losing war against England. Its people are starving. Its king is in hiding. From this chaos emerges a teenage girl who will turn the tide of battle and lead the French to victory, becoming an unlikely hero whose name will echo across the centuries. In Katherine J. Chen’s hands, the myth and legend of Joan of Arc is transformed into a flesh-and-blood young woman: reckless, steel-willed, and brilliant. This meticulously researched novel is a sweeping narrative of her life, from a childhood steeped in both joy and violence, to her meteoric rise to fame at the head of the French army, where she navigates the perils of the battlefield and the equally treacherous politics of the royal court. Many are threatened by a woman who leads, and Joan draws wrath and suspicion from all corners, while her first taste of fame and glory leaves her vulnerable to her own powerful ambition. With unforgettably vivid characters, transporting settings, and action-packed storytelling, Joan is a thrilling epic, a triumph of historical fiction, as well as a feminist celebration of one remarkable—and remarkably real—woman who left an indelible mark on history. Buy Here: https://bookshop.org/p/books/joan-a-novel-of-joan-of-arc/18860873 Spoiler-Free Review: I’m familiar with Saint Joan of Arc, mostly thanks to a Catholic school education and a general curiosity about the lives of these people whom the Church seemed to think were pretty damn important, if they were powerful enough to bend God’s ear on behalf of us mere mortals. Like most Catholics I’m familiar with the general outline of her life story: how as a girl she had visions encouraging her to save France; how she spoke to the Dauphin and convinced him to give her an army; how she succeeded in battle until she didn’t; and then was burnt at the stake by the English for heresy. However, the memory of her victories continued to live in the memory of the French people (not least because her achievements were crucial to France winning the Hundred Years’ War), and almost five hundred years after her execution she’d be canonized as a saint, thus cementing her legendary status. It’s a good story - a VERY good story. It’s why Joan is one of the most memorable saints in the Church’s immense roster, and why even non-religious folk know who she is and the general outline of her life and eventual death. It also helps that there are PLENTY of fictionalized depictions of her, both in print and in film, and there are almost as many non-fictional accounts of her life too. If you want to go down a rabbit hole of everything Saint Joan, you can easily do that and get lost down there for a good long while. So: with all of these books and movies already out there, many of which are considered to be quite good, what makes Chen’s novel, in particular, stand out? Personally, I think it’s that her take on Joan is, firstly, very human, and secondly, there’s little of the divine to be seen anywhere in this story. Those two things are tied together: throughout the novel Joan’s perspective on her achievements is that SHE has accomplished them, no one else. Oh, sure, she’s aware that her talents are likely God-given, (and there’s a brief moment in the novel where she contemplates God taking those talents away and gets really scared), but more in the manner of a seed being planted in her - a seed that was nurtured under the abusive hand of her father Jacques d’Arc, and which she then found use for as she grew older. This doesn’t mean she’s an atheist, of course, nor even an agnostic. No: Joan believes in God, but her relationship with God is different. Instead of begging and pleading to him when she prays, she bargains with him. There’s a couple scenes in the novel where she talks about how her prayers to God go, and it’s generally her talking about all these things she has done and wants to do, and then telling God “So: what do you think? Maybe we can help each other out here.” This is very different from the other depictions of Joan that I’ve seen, which have portrayed her as completely devoted to God and moving only as he (through her visions) commands her to. Speaking of visions: there’s none of that to be seen here. Oh sure, Joan has dreams, but not the visions (or hallucinations) of the saints that a lot of material out there says she had. Instead, Joan’s motivations are entirely - and heartbreakingly - human. I won’t go into the details because that way lie spoilers, but suffice to say that what gets Joan out of her home and to the court of the Dauphin has very, VERY little to do with divine inspiration, but A LOT MORE to do with entirely human (and, therefore, probably more relatable) motivations. But that raises the question: where DID all those stories of visions and divine inspiration come from in the first place? In Chen’s novel, those are all part of a propaganda push, orchestrated by certain members of the Dauphin’s court, in order to get the Dauphin off his butt and moving in fighting back against the English and the Burgundians, and then later, after her initial victories, rumors and stories concocted by people who had encountered her and were looking for something hopeful to hang onto in the face of the despair and tragedy of the war. Again I won’t get into that too much because spoilers, but it soon becomes clear to the reader that in the novel, the legend of Joan was something other people created, and that she herself didn’t have much to do with its creation except through her actions - actions which were then taken by others and spun this way and that for their own purposes. In the novel, Joan is entirely aware of these stories, and how she deals with them is interesting to read about too. Interesting, too, is how she is aware she is being used, but decides to take that in stride and find her own way of using others in turn to achieve her own ends. Overall, this is a very good read, largely because I like this take on Joan: not  a saint, and not a madwoman, but someone thoroughly human, who wanted to do what she could with what she had - and accomplished a great deal, even as she went against the grain of what was expected of her as a woman. However, just as her own motivations and desires were entirely human, so too were the challenges that stood in her way - and while some she could overcome, there were more that she could not, like systemic misogyny and political maneuvering. Despite knowing the end of her story even before the novel begins, reading about this particular take on a familiar figure was quite fun, and I think other people will enjoy it too. Rating: five fleur de lys

[forgotteneilionora]

this is such a disaster!! on a loT of levels!! not least of which is the fact that, based on his behavior towards aria vs his behavior towards ~her, i think eilia is gonna think he's sweet on her sister *facepalm* but he ~does get brownie points for good taste from ~that at least, even though eilia is absolutely 100% sure he despises eilia, herself sldfjaskldfsdf

also i should probs fill you in on eilia's plans a and b!!! plan a is to defeat roderick and, thus, his destruction of the guardians, one way or another!! this might involve marrying him but hopefully it does not!!!! plan b is -- having failed to quell roderick and thus having lost the guardians and now facing down the gods -- to ~join roderick!!!! he's no god but he's mighty and eilia strongly feels that, w/o the guardians, it'll take ALL of humanity banding together to survive!!!!! and, well, roderick rules ~most humans atp ngl (unfortunately!) lakjsdfalkjdsfj so yeah!!!!! eilia's fav vers of all this is def defeating roderick and reclaiming astaira, and hopefully even beating him so badly that some of the other countries are able to claim their independence as well but honestly she knows that's probs more of a fantasy bc even gaining their own freedom again is probs a pipedream!!

but yeah as a result, she doesn't really wanna ~alienate the varmonts until she has to!!! for lots of reasons honestly bc also she doesn't wanna tick off roderick enough that he starts taking it out on innocents bc that's always possible too lkajsflakjsdf #husbandgoals

i ~do think eilia's ~also been on a journey re: alaric, but w not nearly as positive endpoint hahaha bc i feel like she must certainly think he's a jerk, if he's being actively hostile towards her! #facepalm (also honestly poor alaric he's in such a tough, unenviable spot w all this between her being basically the arch enemy and also basically his brother's girl like goD that sucks akjsdflkjsdjkf) but yeah she's like 'damn, dude, im a defeated captive, what more do you want from me srsly??' and obv the answer, she assumes, is for her to marry his brother and pop out some royal-astairan nephews to feed to roderick's toxic heir-competition machine #goodtimes

but yeah obv roderick is unambiguously the worst in all this, but i feel like eilia probs thinks that alaric and bartholomew are next up on that list bc they're his best friend, his pal. They're his home-boy, his rotten soldier. They're his sweet cheese, his good-time boyeh ;D and as far as she's concerned you have to have smth srsly wrong w you to willingly sign up for all of ~that, but yeah bart was a fully fledged adult when all of this started!!!! and supported him from day one!!!

alaric was, at least, still pr young at the start, but its his ~brother not his ~father (she obv doesn't understand the dynamic going on there but anyway this is what she's seeing from the outside looking in askljdfkljsf) and if anyone could talk roderick down, shouldn't it be one of them and they obv haven't and, in fact, alaric seemed p/o'd that ~she isn't getting w the program! bc, like i said, she's probs assuming this where his hostility is coming from #facepalm

and yeah he's defff covered his tracks VERY effectively!!!! he's just abt the LAST person she'd expect to do anything nice for her!!! alsjdfkljsdf yeah i think she, if anything, thinks he probs hates her alkjsfjklsf like, literally, if she ever got through all those threads (and i ~can see her investigating it bc she wants to thank whoever's responsible but also warn them that this kindness is probs dangerous!) and found alaric at the end of them, she'd probs assumed she'd followed the wrong thread somewhere down the line bc that can't be right!!!! lakjsfljksdf

now all this being said, i do think she's had a bit of a journey re: him leading to this current point i outlined above, that i think has sort of oddly churned up and down and mostly has her going ????? re: him bc, for example, im sure, w them living in the same castle for two years atp, she'd noticed that he's kind to roderick's kids (esp bc i think she's been paying attention to all of that bc those might be ~her kids someday if things don't go well sldkjfklsjdfj) and those poor kids sure do need that, and that certainly humanizes him, etc!!!! as does his kindness to aria!!!! but also she can't deny he's def roderick's right hand and seems to be all in on ~that!!! so i do think she's gotten that he's a loyal dude, but also, i think she believes he's an ass to anyone who he doesn't love so alskdjfkjldf mixed reviews laksdjfklsjdfjkds but yeah i think she basically thought he was fully evil when he first rolled up and now he's just...kinda shitty but could def be much, much worse, in her view??? lkajsfjlksf

as i said, she also probs thinks he's got a thing for aria, and she's like 'you get props for great taste bc she is ~awesome!!!' but also she's v protective of her sisters and doesn't want ~aria drawn into all of this, either (eilia's already juggling a varmont! and she is ~not enjoying it! aria doesn't need to be worrying abt that, too! -- perhaps needless to say eilia doesn't know how aria's feeling abt arthur)!! and its a mESS bc i think mostly she's feeling like she's gotta protect aria from him and #facepalm

ooc | Alaric & Eilionora

hi I'm soooo sorry about Alaric!!! (Alaric is also sorry tbh)

So, like I was telling kate -- I think Alaric was initially not really a fan of Eilionora's and thought that she was stupid and proud for not accepting his brother's hand. Not to mention ungrateful for all that her brother was doing for her country/the fact that he'd let both of them live!! And while I don't think he voiced these opinions to her, I do think it was clear that he didn't really appreciate the way things were going.

But in these years following the conquest, I feel like he's starting to realize that he's wrong about literally all of it???? Like, he's seen just how much the people love and respect her and has learned more about what a good queen she was to them and just because she lost this war, doesn't make her ill-fit? He's also starting to question if his own brother is, in fact, a better choice to rule Astaira, which is a whole ~other~ thing!!!

And yeah his feelings towards her shifted to respect - to like - to admire - and finally they started to develop even more deeply and he has NO IDEA what to do with these feelings???? He's never once been kind to her ++ not to mention the little details that she might marry his brother (also the fact that he was once hoping for this outcome?!?!!).

And yeah. I feel like instead of softening towards her, he's a little more hostile (facepalm) which probs doesn't help the situation but like, at the same time, he wants to do nice things for her and like I feel like he goes about this by a really round about way, so that it would never be traced back to him???? (Think in SW when Palpatine hires Dooku who hires Jango who hires Zam who hires a robot who hires two centipedes to assassinate Padme). And this for something as silly as finding out what her favorite Astairan dishes are and having them served at dinner or making sure that the Astairan servants are being treated well or whatever!!! And like he covers his tracks pretty well, but if he was ever confronted, he would "have no idea what you are talking about!!!!!!"

[rcksmith]

Secret — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “For Five Hargreeves — can I get 97, 91 28 and 35 for a heavy smut? And 40 from fluff? If it isn’t too much trouble!”

“If it’s not too much trouble could I do 40,53 & 91 from the smut prompts for Five ty honey 💕”

Smut prompts:

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

35. “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

40. “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

53. “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.

91. “guess i'll just have to cum in you then’

97. “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Fluff prompts:

40. “Come cuddle.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

Guys, I really understand who doesn’t feel comfortable reading or writing Five’s smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit heavy smut, swearing, fluff too.

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It was one of those warm nights, which carry a searing and heaving sensation in the back, which had a malicious tone in the air, which stirs your body to choose bad decisions, making your hands itch and your heart racing for something...intense. It was one of those hours that passed midnight, that breath was heavy with the expectation of something extraordinary, that skin prickled just with the images in mind.

And you were in that state. Heart pounding heavily, yearning for something, caustic breathing, the environment with an energy of lust. Well, at least you was like that.

Five did not share your line of reasoning, or, if he were not oblivious to the malicious moonlight that rose in the sky, he was pretending very well. Sipping a margarita at the bar in the Hargreeves mansion, with calculations in front of him taking all his attention. Normally, you loved that he focused on his own things. But now... you were seething with something that only Five could placate.

It was a few months ago that you went from just being friends with his siblings to someone he fucked hard at night. The sexual energy between the two of you was very strong, and it was very easy to make bad decisions when the bad decision in question was so fucking hot.

Five Hargreeves did things to you. You wouldn't know how to explain it with clear phrases, but his gaze made you shiver, his body made a very specific part in the middle of your legs vibrate, and his voice and that self-centered smile... God!

It was no accident that you surrendered. You would have surrendered to that battle a million times.

“Five.” You sighed softly, taking a sip from your own drink. “Can't you do this tomorrow?”

“No. I am close to solving this.”

You controlled yourself not to roll your eyes. You were never the most needy type, especially with people as reserved as Five, but, damn it, you were on fire. It was logical that you could go out and choose someone to placate that, but that would trigger many things between Five and you. He hated that you were with someone else, even though he himself didn't assuming out to you.

It are a delicate situation, you were friends with all the Hargreeves siblings, and it would be a racket if they knew that their brother was fucking one of theys best friends.

The warm evening breeze came in through the window and collided with the chill of the drink running down your throat, awakening even more lustful anxieties.

“Five..." You purred, got up from the armchair on the counter, still behind Five and slid your hands over his shoulders "Maybe...you might want to finish this later.” You whispered at the foot of his ear.

Even without seeing him, you could feel that he was letting go of one of his arrogant and malicious smiles. Five rotated the seat to be face to face with you, his legs spread wider to accommodate you between them.

“And what are you going to do to distract me?” That same defiant, boastful voice.

But the look he gave you made a shock of desire reverberate through your body. Five wanted to play? Okay, you were going to play a game whit him.

“Why did you…” you leaned forward gently, resting one hand on his hot thigh, leaving your cleavage exposed “don't try guess?”

You realized that he had swallowed hard, even though his posture had remained unwavering. Five looked down at you cleavage, waist, and slightly elevated butt. You approached him a few more inches, your mouth a breath away, the heat of the bodies being shared without even touching.

Five could drive you crazy and screaming, but you knew it could also drive him insanity.

When you leaned over a little more and your mouths were so close to meet, you changed the direction and reached out with your free hand to pick up Five's margarita behind him. You straightened up and away, with a mischievous smile on your lips that revealed that everything had gone as planned.

Five semi closed his eyes at you, a fiery glow going through his eyes.

“Do you want to play with me?”His voice was low, dangerous “You know what happens to you when you challenge me.”

It was a warning, clear and resonant. You were a good girl for Five because you knew the strength that he could fuck you. Fuck, he could break you if he want. But now you were sexually frustrated, aroused, with a racing heart and wheezing from the expectation of something.

A night of bad decisions.

“You don't want to get out of your equations.” You turned your voice into something innocent, soft, provocative, and the strong breath that Five drew was a small victory for you "I guess I'll just get off all by myself."

Your smile was malicious, causticante, but as soon as Five got up from that chair, the perfect posture, much taller than you, and was slowly towards you, like a predator with its prey, you knew you were screwed.

“Do you want to come this much?” His fingers passed gently over your warm neck, and you let out a breath with that stupid touch.

Five moved closer, your chest glued to his, the hot, citrusy breath of alcohol hitting your nose. Something wetted you panties, making you bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from sighing any louder.

“Would you use your little toy thinking about the times that I fucked you so hard that you couldn't walk the next day?”

That was too much for your already sensitive system. Those words went directly to the thread that connected your heart and its pulsating nucleus, causing a burning note to reverberate.

“Five...”the sigh came out, while the memories of Five using your vibrator to push you to the limit, while him fucking you brutally, prowled like a wild beast in your mind.

Five slid the fingers from your neck to your cleavage, brushing the tips of her fingers across the flesh of your breasts. Five stuffed his forefinger into your cleavage and pulled you to him.

You moaned softly, in a purr.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" The whispered floated in your ear, while you put down the margarita at the bar and held your hands in his arms.

You bit your bottom lip, your panties soaked, your heart beating fast in your chest, the atmosphere more wild and fiery.

“You want this?” Five slowly lowered a strap from your blouse, each second speeding up your heart even more.

“Yes...” You sighed “I really want to, please.”

Then Five's touch got rougher and he held your chin firmly, lifting you face to look him in the eye.

“Beg.” It was an order, but your body was sending millions of feelings to you that you were lost for a second "beg!”

“P-please.” You looked at him pleadingly “Fuck me so badly, please.”

His grip got stronger.

“Once again.” Now the other hand slid roughly over your body, squeezing your waist, thigh, ass, anything that Five could mark as his property.

“Please, I'm begging you to eat me.” You really were, your body needed more, and there was no denying it.

So in the blink of an eye, the blue flash swallowed you both up and took you to his room. You were dizzy for a second, you were not used to his tricks. But Five used it as a bonus and stuck his lips to yours, stunning you with the strong taste of alcohol, desire and lust.

You moaned softly, your hands working to free him from his clothes, your lips corresponding to the battle. You managed to strip off his shirt layers and fade his pants, but Five didn't have the same patience as you. He didn't wait to undress you, he tore the thin fabric and opened your bra hungry, in a hurry, as if you were his last meal.

In a second his hot mouth was on your breast, sucking and nibbling at the needy skin aggressively, his fierce hands pulling you out of the other pieces of clothing. Five was not delicate, loving and caring, he conquered, took, owned, his goal was to devour you until his savagery was sated.

“Fi-Five!” You moaned loudly, your naked body now shaking with desire, your heart exploding in your chest.

You would have said something more if Five hadn't pushed you to the bed and made you fall into it. He pulled your legs apart, exposing you completely to him. His eyes burned with a dangerous and brutal fire, and Five slapped down the inside of your thigh. You screamed, arching your back, your hands closing on the sheet.

“Well, since you want to cum so badly…” Five climbed on top of you, his mouth proving the point where he had hit you “why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, his mouth was right in the middle of your pulsating core. Eating, sucking, tasting everything you willingly offered to him so much. You moaned, or screamed, your hands tightly squeezing the sheet, digging your nails into the fabric.

Five ate you at an undisturbed pace, as if you were the last meal in the desert, clasping his hands on your waist to keep you immobile, sinking his mouth deeper into you. His tongue opened its yours walls, circled her clitoris and sucked there, leaving a hot trail of spittle. You moaned loudly, your waist trying to fight the firm grip of his hands to roll in him mouth. You felt a thread about to burst inside you and your heart started to race in your chest.

“F-Five!” You screamed when he sucked your clitoris, and he could feel you pulsing in his mouth, signaling that you were close.

“Come for me, little slut.”

The vibration of his voice in your sensitive flesh was the trigger you needed, you came intensely, your legs wobbly, your breathing heavy, but Five didn't wait for you to finish coming before climbing on top of you, lowering his pants and underwear enough and brutally get inside you in a fraction of a second.

You groaned loudly, your hands clasping his bare shoulders, your walls hypersensitive to the end of the orgasm that was still breaking free. It was too much for you, your eyes stung with tears, your heart was racing a marathon in your chest, and your whole body was shaking.

Five doesn't give you a second to get used to it, or to get down from the sensation of your orgasms, he set a rough, hard, badly rhythm, entering inside you in penetrations that pushed your body upwards. You spread your legs wider and wrapped them around Five's waist, your chest glued to his chest, skin-to-skin contact being the extra to drive you crazy.

It was too much for you to take, too much for your hypersensitive body. Five silenced your broken moans with toxic kisses.

“Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.” His voice was hoarse, breathy, broken, Five drives his dick so deep inside you as possible with every word.

“I...I can't...”You whimpered in his mouth, clasping your hands in Five's hot flesh, sobbing at the strength he put in you, you needed more.

“So let's take care of it.”

Five released an aggressive and rough hickey on your neck, putting an arm around your waist, sticking every inch of their bodies together, and his free hand covered your mouth, drowning out yours screams. You thought it was going to placate his hard rhythm, but Five started pulling your waist down, against his dick, and sinking deeper inside you.

“You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?” Five snarled, looking into yours watery eyes "Now take it, fuck!."

His dirty words only led you further towards the second abyss. Five fucked you so hard that you couldn't answer, let alone whit the heavy hand on your mouth. Yours hands sank into the skin on his back, yours legs pulling him hips towards you, desperate to placate what was about to burst.

Five could feel yours tight walls throbbing on his dick, signaling that you were going to come any second. He groaned loudly, clenching his teeth on the skin of your neck so as not to make a noise, thrusting his dick as deep as possible into you. He replaced the hand in your mouth with his own lips, swallowing yours moans and trying to keep the sounds of you both low.

“I ... I'm going to...” You cried with pleasure, pain, desire, his rhythm hurt but it gave you so much hunger and pleasure that you could feel the liquid of your arousal soaking his dick.

Five looked at you in a way full of lust and with a very desire to break you. Oh he wanted to destroy you.

He came out of you, making you let out a loud moan of frustration and tears streaming from yours eyes. You whimpered loudly, and Five switched positions and pulled you hard into his lap, giving you no time to straighten up before he pushed his dick into you and aggressively stuck both hands to your waist.

You bit your lip hard to keep from screaming, trembling hands resting on his chest as Five pulled you up and down brutally, thrusting his dick in as deep as possible in you. He did not contain an aggressive groan at the sight of yours breasts jumping on his face, body sweaty and marked by fingers and hickeys, the inside of yours thighs already red by the force that Five shocked the body in you.

“Pl ... please!”

You begged, your face smeared with mascara and tears, your lips red from raw kisses, your hair sweaty. You looked like a goddess and Five wanted even more to destroy you.

“Do you want to come?” His voice was breathless, hoarse, fierce.

You nodded frantically, looking at Five with beg, begging him to let you come. It seemed to have an overwhelming effect on him. Five slapped your ass down, raising his hand to your back and pulling you forward, making your chest lie on his while the rhythm reached new places.

You bit his shoulder to keep from screaming, tears streaming down your face.

“If you come in this position, I will not control myself.” He snarled at you.

“I do not mind!” You begged, moving your waist to match his rhythm.

“Guess i'll just have to cum in you then” Then Five kissed you, hard, bad, dropped a hand to your clitoris and applied the trigger you needed to collapse.

You sank your mouth into the skin of his neck to muffle your scream, and soon a hot, thick liquid was filling you to the brim, taking up every inch inside you. You whimpered loudly against Five, hims hips doing the final thrusts to make sure the cum was filling you, his warm hands loosening the aggressive grip.

You both breathed loudly, your legs were shaking, your hair was stuck to your face and it took you two minutes to lift your face and look at Five. He gave you an arrogant smile of ‘I said I was going to break you and I broke’ and you laughed softly.

“I don't think I can get up.” You laughed, and Five removed a lock of hair from your face. “Do you think they heard us?”

“They certainly heard you.” He scoffed.

“Coming from your room.” You snapped and Five laughed, hims chest still heaving and heaving, covered in a mist of sweat.

“Fuck them.” Five said, gently pulling your hips up, pulling the dick out of you, making you sigh a broken moan. “You are so sensitive!” He said between his teeth, as if he had never been satisfied with you.

You laughed, and shook your head, exposing your neck full of purple tick marks.

“You know…” Five took his index finger to the marks, delicately skirting them “you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

You pushed his shoulder slightly, rolling your eyes.

“Can we take a shower together?” Five nodded at you question. “ and…”

“And?”

“You know ...” yours cheeks became more flushed "Come cuddle."

Five laughed, his eyes tame now, an open smile and satisfied energy.

“We can.” he smiled and you gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

[shoutogepi]

Spring Pollen

Takami Keigo

word count : 5.0k

[ ✘ (nsfw 18+) ]  

genre : edging, gagging (glove use), sex pollen, public sex

bio: You and your coworker Hawks are caught off guard by a villain’s naughty quirk while on the middle of patrol.

author’s note : this is for bnha bookclub’s bingo event, for which i can now cross off the “sex pollen” slot ;) also pls go soft on me if this is rough as it’s my first hawks fic <3 TT

tags : @hawks-senseis​ @queensynderella​ @knifeewifee​ @prismaroyal​

also available on AO3 here

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Working beside the number two hero had its ups and downs. For one, you were insanely attracted to him, and you absolutely refused to admit it— to him, yourself, really anyone who asked. Not that it came up in conversation often, of course. You made sure of that.

The blonde was known for his go-with-the-flow, playful attitude, and you were not discluded from such a privilege, despite your many complaints. Deep down, you didn’t really mind his flirtatious behavior. Being a hero, even if you were only a sidekick at the moment, was tiring work. You did not have much time for yourself, let alone time to find men who you could flirt with or even go on dates with. Or even find a fuck buddy. 

God, it had been so long since you last received affection from a man. Work was your entire life now, and while you found comfort in knowing you were changing the world for the better— cleaning away the stain of evil on your city— you found yourself feeling lonely when you would return to your empty apartment each night.

So perhaps Hawks’ borderline suggestive comments were nice, welcome even. Not that you would ever tell him that. You would rather die than live with knowing he was privy to your thoughts; the mortification would simply be too much for you.

Little did you know, there was much desire and intention behind his seemingly meaningless flirting— for he, too, found you more than attractive. A walking, talking, gorgeous and independent woman who apparently wanted nothing to do with him— you were more than enough to catch his eye. But alas, you were years younger than the already-youthful hero himself, and you made it very clear to him that you did not want to do anything that could jeopardize your career at the agency the two of you were slaves to.

So the attraction went unspoken between the pair of you. Hawks would make a comment just a little too cheeky and you would roll your eyes or swat at him, and that would be the end of it. It would go on and on like this for months, and before you knew it, it had been almost a year of supporting the ever-popular winged hero. And everything was fine and good…

Until the red string on fate had to show its ugly face. And everything as you knew it was turned upside down on the head— the tall, prison-like walls you’d constructed to keep your feelings locked away all came tumbling down, right before your very eyes.

It had been a rather uneventful day of hero work, if you could recall correctly. Hawks had commented on your winged eyeliner that morning, saying how it made your eyes sparkle and give you an “avian edge”, which he found highly commendable. You had brushed him off, as usual, and the two of you had taken off to start your patrol, much like any other morning.

The sun was high in the sky, hanging cheerfully over the skyscrapers of the bustling city. The spring heat had not yet scorched the asphalt of the winding roads, a cool breeze tickling your skin as you walked beside the blonde hero. His large, scarlet wings were relaxed behind his shoulder blades, the very tips of his feathers brushing against your waist as you were pressed close to him on the busy sidewalk. It was all rather ordinary, looking back at it— you had just thrown away the wrappings from your on-the-go breakfast, feeling strengthened enough to take on whatever the day could possibly throw at you, when she appeared from what seemed like nowhere.

Hawks sprang into action immediately, recognizing the wicked glint in her eye much sooner than you. You were on a dull sideroad, almost an alleyway to be honest— a small street tucked away in the midst of the hasty city, sandwiched behind a few large buildings and the backs of restaurants. It was really the perfect place for a crime to occur, for there were few passerbys and no security cameras.

In just an instant, the number two hero was on his ass, nearly hacking up a lung as the offender sprayed a noxious cloud of pink spores directly into his face. The woman sported a vicious grin as she turned to you, and though Hawks tried his best to warn you of her attack, he found he could not speak— instead crumpling over to hold his stomach as his body seized with violent coughs. Just like that, you had fallen victim to her as well, your knees folding beneath you as your mind clouded over in a haze. You didn’t even register Hawks throwing her into the brick wall behind you, your brian too foggy to recognize anything before you. He was struggling to cuff the woman when he first began to sweat, his body beginning to tremble first in his chest, then spreading to his limbs and rushing into his veins, like the venom from a deadly serpent.

Your body felt hot— god, so hot— it was like liquid fire had been poured into your bloodstream, every cell of your body igniting into an all-consuming inferno. Sweat began to bead along your temple, the valley between your breasts, and the backs of your knees. You slumped onto the concrete beneath you, clammy palms scraping the rough pavement as you gasped for breath. But with each intake the symptoms only seemed to worsen, limbs growing weak and an intense pressure forming in your stomach, like an intruder attempting to burst through a barricaded door.

Hawks was busy fighting his own internal battle— the same feelings bubbling up inside of him as he clicked the quirk-canceling cuffs onto the assailant’s wrists, perhaps a notch or two too tight. He could feel himself coming to life underneath his trousers, fanning the growing fire in the pit of his stomach. “What did you do to us?” he bellowed, a mix between a groan and a growl. The tip of a ruby feather pointed itself at the base of her throat, a slight tremor shaking through the quill as his knees began to tremble.

The woman only laughed, amused by his blatant discomfort. Her eyes traveled over to your figure, curled into a tight ball on the ground. Hawks followed her gaze, distress panging through him as he realized the pained expression twisting your face.

“Reverse it,” he snarled, fists seizing the front of her shirt and pulling her body to sit upright.

But the villain only smirked, her busted lip not seeming to bother her as her eyes twinkled with malice. “Sorry, can’t do that,” she chuckled, though it came out sounding more like a wheeze, “no takesies-backsies.”

Hawks bared his teeth at her, his ferality getting the better of him as he slammed her against the brick wall another time. Her eyes fell closed and her body went limp, signalling she was out of commission for at least the time being.

“Damn it,” he groaned as her clothes slipped from his fingers, the digits opting to push into his wild tawny locks instead. Whatever quirk this woman had used on him was working too fast, and its effects were too strong. His cock was rock hard, straining against the confining material of his pants, and his body was becoming much too strung out from restraining his amplifying desire.

Chills rolled down his spine as you called out to him, your voice breathy and rough. His gloved hands clamped into fists as he shut his eyes, praying to whatever god there was to lend him the strength necessary to keep himself from tackling you and ripping off your clothes. He had never felt so desperate for you before— never had he needed to touch and taste every inch of you like he did right now. Whatever longing he had harbored for you before this morning was nothing in comparison to the emotions clobbering his sense of self-control at the moment— god, if you even called out for him one more time, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from taking you, right here and now.

Little did he know, that was the one thing you wanted— needed, even— more than anything.

Your arms were crossed atop your chest, your knees tucking in to bend in front of them as you literally held yourself together. You could feel yourself leaking from between your legs, pussy twitching and itchy for any kind of attention you could get. “P-Please, Keigo,” you whimpered, your hands slowly trailing down your biceps, a palm clutching your own breast, thumb rubbing over the stiff nipple that stood out from beneath your hero suit.

Hawks couldn’t stand still for another second— the sound of his name from your lips too arousing, too intimate— he was on his knees before you in a flash. Both of you moaned as his lips slotted over yours, not a moment to spare as your body unfurled and wrapped around his frame, pulling him flush against yourself. His tongue pushed into your mouth, the tip twirling with yours and gliding against the back of your teeth.

Lost in the pleasure of his mouth on yours, your hands wandered over his shoulders, his chest, one taking root in his silky, fine hair. You could smell his aftershave wafting off his cheeks, the stubble on his chin tickling you as he began to kiss and nip at your jaw. He was insatiable, and so were you— your hands groping and wandering all over each other. Neither of you could get enough. 

You couldn’t believe that this was really happening, in the middle of this secluded, public alleyway, during your patrol as heroes— figures that the citizens of your city looked up to, no less. Yet you couldn’t find a shit to give, and Hawks had abandoned all sense of rationality the moment you dared to cry out for him. He didn’t seem to mind the public setting, for he didn’t harbor a shred of hesitance as he swatted your hand away from your chest. His own palm squeezed your breast as he suckled on your throat, making his first of many marks that would grace your skin.

It wasn’t long before he had you against the brick wall, your body snug between his firm torso and the roughness of the bricks at your back. His face trailed further south, his absence at your neck leaving your saliva-covered skin to prickle with cold. But you weren’t left pining for more long— his teeth gripping onto your nipple through your shirt, kissing and sucking at your covered chest as his hands careened down your waist, cupping your ass and lifting you off your feet just enough for your toes to drag across the pavement.

Your heart leapt into your throat as Hawks sunk to his knees, folding your legs over his shoulders and pressing his face into the apex between your thighs. His strong arms flexed as he held you up against the wall, your legs twitching as he pressed a line of kisses into your skin. Somehow you managed to wriggle out of your bottoms, your soaked panties now on full display for the winged hero, who only groaned at the sight before his tongue began to lather at the front of the material, right over your aching slit.

You felt itchy, itchier than you’d ever been before, your cunt pulsing and squeezing around nothing as you tried to wiggle your hips closer to his mouth. “H-Hawks,” you gasped as his teeth pinched the cloth, pulling it back and letting go, just to watch it snap against your drooling center.

“No, no, little bird,” he murmured sinisterly, taking a second to rub his nose along your slit, smirking at the clearly visible line of wetness that had soaked through the material. The teasing was torture, your body screaming for him to touch you again, for even more this time.

You cut him off, too impatient for his games. “Please touch me,” you begged, breath ragged in your chest.

Golden eyes turned to slits as he grit his teeth, fighting himself not to just whip out his cock and thrust into you right then and there. “If you’re gonna beg, do it properly. I wanna hear my name, dove.”

You couldn’t handle another second of agony; everything felt like it was on fire, every inch of you ready to be used, destroyed at his disposal. “Please fuck me— I— please Keigo, I need you so bad, I can’t stand it anymore!”

Hawks grinned as he ripped your panties off your body, the splitting of the seams shocking you into looking down at him. If anything, the ferocious action only turned you on even more than before, and you screamed out as his tongue immediately wove into your tight little hole. Your entire body shook as his hot muscle slithered in and out of you, alternating between tracing your entrance and rubbing against your slick, gummy walls.

There was nothing you could do but bask in the euphoria he was giving you, your jaw falling open as his tongue retracted and he wrapped his lips around your clit instead. Your eyes slammed shut, moans escaping you as your fingers delved into those bronze locks, fisting them as you ground against his face. His chin rubbed against your weeping entrance, and Hawks found himself wishing he had two tongues, so he could lap up the delicious slick that poured out of your gushing hole.

But it stopped all too soon, a sob choking out of you when he stopped satiating you with his mouth. His hand guided one of your thighs off his shoulder, placing your foot on the pavement and giving your shaking limb an encouraging squeeze before he took his hand away. His slanted eyes locked with yours as he brought his hand to his mouth, teeth securing the edge of his glove and ripping the accessory off, revealing his long, slender fingers to your lustful gaze. The hero then crumpled the leather into a tight ball, extending his arm up to your face and pressing it against your lips.

“Can’t have my dove making too much noise now, can I?” he mumbled, a feathered brow quirking up to give him a classic, mischievous look. “Too noisy and we’ll have to cut our fun short.”

At that you shyly opened your mouth, allowing him to press the glove past your lips. Once it was secure, his thumb brushed over your cheek as he grinned, his fingers then sliding down to pinch at your nipples. You moaned at the sensation, the leather glove in your mouth muffling the noise almost completely.

Hawks’ smile only broadened at that, leaning forward to take your clit into his mouth again. Your hips bucked against him, the thigh over his shoulder curling tighter and pressing him closer to you. It felt good— so incredibly good to have his tongue entertaining your pearl of nerves, lathering and swirling it, even using his teeth to graze against it. Your head fell back onto the wall behind you, eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers around your leg dug into your flesh, his other hand squishing at your chest before trailing down your waist, then down your thigh.

Suddenly his fingers were toying with your entrance, your slick stringing as he spread his fingers, golden gaze eagerly drinking up the sight of your arousal. Oh, how he’d longed for the day he could finally do this to his sweet little sidekick— to be able to lick and kiss and nip at your most sensitive parts, only to hear you moan and whine his name, gasping for more. It was even better that his glove was shoved into your mouth, muting your saccharine voice just enough so that no one else could hear you— your noises of pleasure were his and only his to hear, to soak up, and indulge in.

You cried out as two digits slipped inside of you, your wetness never having been so overt in your life. The extra slick dripped down the tops of your thighs, your pussy shamelessly slobbering for the man currently knelt between your legs. Your velvet walls sucked his fingers deeper inside, milking them as your cunt clenched uncontrollably, his tongue relentlessly lashing against your swollen clit. Hawks’ fingers pumped into you steadily, sheathing and pulling out just the first two knuckles into your waiting hole time and time again. The movements initially were slow, as if testing the waters. But after a few exploratory thrusts, he pushed the digits inside of you as far as he could, curling them toward himself and prodding your spongy walls.

He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop— you tasted too damn delicious, and his cock was leaking into his briefs at the premise of being inside you, your stifled sounds only adding fuel to the fire in his stomach. Your body was beginning to show signs of near-orgasm, and it only made him more excited to see you so reactive for him. Your eyes were shut tight, fingers pulling on his golden tresses so tightly he could feel his mind practically spinning. And your legs were trembling, almost so badly that he wondered if you were going to collapse on top of him at any moment.

You whimpered as his hand switched angles, the very tips of his fingers rubbing right against the most sensitive spot inside of you. Hawks noticed your body twitch, even though you tried your best to keep your reaction a secret to him, ashamed to already be so close to cumming. But the winged hero was feeling anything but shame— pressing his fingers into that spot again and again, savoring how your cries became louder underneath his glove in your mouth, your limbs quivering against his skin. You tried to warn him, your thigh squeezing tight around his shoulder, your fingers lacing even tighter into his hair, spine stiffening.

Hawks seemed to know what was coming, for his fingers began flicking back and forth inside of you, stimulating that soft, spongy spot that made stars blur at the corners of your vision. Your toes curled tight inside your boots, tears pooling between your eyelashes, your body feeling as though it was trapped inside an elevator surging toward the thousandth floor of a skyscraper. The tension was building, building, oh it was so close— you could practically see the heavenly, orgasmic light shining just before you, and then—

He pulled back.

Had his glove not been occupying your mouth, your whine of anguish would have echoed off the stone walls of the alleyway, your body slumping into his arms in complete dejection. Your brows were furrowed in torment, wondering how in the world Hawks had the strength to pull away from you when you were in such a state— you were practically imploring for his attention, body so hot and willing that you’d let him do anything he could possibly want to you.

You were too lost mourning the lost orgasm to notice Hawks haphazardly shoving his pants down, pulling his black, tight shirt halfway up his abs. His cock sprang up from its confines, his eyes just slits as he focused his gaze on your dripping cunt, still twitching in misery from his teasing torture. You only realized you were being maneuvered once it was too late— he had dropped the leg that had previously rested on his shoulder, instead taking the other and pushing it to press up against the wall, his fingers digging into your thigh. He was upright now, teeth taking the tip of your ear hostage as he rutted his heavy cock against your saturated slit.

Fresh waves of lust rippled through your body, your bones turning cold with white-hot anticipation. You could feel everything— his member sliding against your entrance, gliding against you from head to base, even the veins decorating his shaft as they brushed against your aching core.

Hawks’ breath was heavy in your ear, but that only made you want him more. It was the only physical sign that he was just as affected as you; the soft groan falling from his lips as you bucked against him was proof enough of that. Yet somehow he staved off from thrusting into you, despite your pussy coating his whole length in your slippery love syrup.

You tried to complain, but the glove between your lips jumbled any words into a muted mess.

He seemed to be amused by your efforts, his honey gaze seizing yours. “If I take that out for you, do you promise you’ll be a good little dove for me? Can’t have you singing too loud, alright?” His words were music to your ears, and you quickly nodded your head, eager to prove yourself to him. But he didn’t move a muscle; only his tongue wandered out to swipe across his bottom lip, which then disappeared between his teeth. His eyes darted south, and before yours could follow suit, he pushed inside you to the hilt.

You screamed as he forced your elastic walls to stretch around him, the thickness of his cock taking you by surprise. Intense pleasure burst into your body as he pulled out halfway, sheathing himself back inside almost immediately. Hawks’ eyes were shut tight, savoring the way your cunt hugged him so perfectly. Already you were milking him, and he knew there was no way he could last.

It didn’t matter, really, because the instant his hand slid down your pelvis and his fingers began to toy with your clit, you were gone. Instantly that intense pressure built just like it had before, for a split second it was all you could feel. And then you were crashing through your orgasm, his name the only thing on your brain. You called it out again and again, ecstasy zipping through your veins and toward the intense heat that the villain’s quirk had produced. The sensations clashed in a fiery explosion, your entire body straining as you did your best to handle the pleasure, your pussy wringing tight around Hawks’ cock.

Hawks gasped, his head falling to your shoulder at the intensity— at the snugness of your cunt like a vice around him, at the sound of your muffled cries for him, at the way your body trembled in his hands. He didn’t wait long, though, for after the initial shock of your orgasm arriving, his hips began to ruthlessly smack against yours. His grip was now tight on your body, fingernails digging little crescents into the skin of your thigh and your asscheek, which he pulled back to slide himself even deeper inside of you.

Your head smacked against the brick as it fell backwards, the pleasure flowing endlessly through your entire body. It was only then that Hawks bothered to take his glove from between your lips, and you immediately gasped for the sweet rush of air that filled your mouth. Small noises of content slithered out of you with every crash of his hips against you, impossible for you to silence the constant “hah” and “yes”’es. Not that Hawks seemed to really mind— in fact, he was eating up every sweet noise that left your throat, cherishing the cute, dazed look on your face as he pummeled your tight little cunt with his fat cock.

It was wrong to be this attracted to his sidekick, he knew. But maybe that was why it felt so fucking good, too— the forbidden, unspoken attraction that hung between the pair of you like a heavy shadow whenever you were together. The line had been crossed, and god, was the grass greener on the other side. If this was what being with you felt like, he didn’t want to go back. He couldn’t— he’d tasted your sweet ambrosia and he could never push you away again. You were pouring life into him as you took his cock so perfectly, and he could feel nothing but euphoria as he slammed your cunt onto himself again and again.

His release was building, but goddamn it, he was gonna hold out for as long as he could. He was gonna make you feel as good as he possibly could, and hopefully it was something that could mirror the intense bliss that you were giving him. From the way your irises rolled back in your skull, your nails gripping into his muscles tightly as your jaw hung ajar, his name slipping through your lips every other thrust— he guessed he was doing a pretty good job.

Meanwhile your brain was nearly liquefying in your skull, the aftershocks of your orgasm still stinging your bones with pleasure. Hawks never let you come down from your high, and he was doing a damn good job at keeping you on cloud nine— his hand holding up your thigh so he had a better angle to continue drilling into that sweet, springy spot inside of you. His wings began to flutter and stretch behind him, flapping gently with each swing of his hips. It felt so good that you could barely keep yourself from screaming for him, from letting the entire city know that it was him who was fucking you so good.

“K-Keigo,” you choked, a tear sliding down your cheek. Hawks moaned at the sound of his name on your voice, leaning forward to lick up the saline bead before he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a shocking contrast to how hard he was pounding into you just a short distance south. “Feels so— agh! fuck— good, oh my goddd.”

Hawks nipped at your throat, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts became more shallow, his pace beginning to falter. “You like my cock, dove?” he growled, chest heaving as that intense pressure started to build in his stomach. “Your pussy is so fuckin’ wet for me— T-Tight! Hah, shit— s’too fuckin’ good baby.”

You could only moan at his words, cunt clenching down on him on its own accord. Hawks gasped at the feeling, teeth sinking into your throat as the heat of the quirk clashed with the heightened tension in his abdomen. The collision of the two sensations proved to be too much for the winged hero to handle, a groan rumbling his throat as he painted your insides white with ribbons of cum, his wings unfurling and each individual feather quivering in sheer ecstasy. His body shook, muscles taut as he emptied himself into your dripping cunt, arms wrapping tight around your waist as he gasped for breath.

The heat from your bodies began to dwindle, the villain’s quirk exiting your systems and rendering the two of you boneless, breathless, and satisfied like never before. It suddenly dawned on you that you were in the middle of an alleyway, the cool spring breeze touseling Hawks’ blonde hair before your eyes. He was still wrapped around you, trying to catch his breath as his cock continued to throb against your silken walls. The pair of you stood still against the brick wall, the fact that you’d just crossed such a serious line with your closest coworker setting in. There was a sense of dread that began to bloom in your chest, your suppressed feelings for the hero unleashed and thriving, now more than ever.

Before you could overthink for another second, Hawks pulled back, warm golden eyes peering into yours. “I gotta say, dove,” he murmured, a hand coming to cup your jaw and stroke his thumb across your skin, “that was definitely the best quirk I’ve ever been hit with on the job.”

You chuckled at that, the weight of the situation instantly lightening up as you gave him a slow nod of agreement. Your heart began to beat quickly as you gathered the courage to take it a step further than his confession. “I’m glad it was with you,” you replied quietly, meekly averting your gaze to the side.

Hawks hummed, thumbing over your cheek again as a smile rose to his lips. He pressed his mouth to yours again, fingers creeping into your hair as he pulled your face close to his. This kiss was unlike any you shared before, conveying only a sweetness, fondness even— a comforting reciprocation. You smiled against his lips, too, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back, your fear dissipating as fast as it had come.

“I’m glad, too,” Hawks mumbled between your kisses, pulling away to quirk a brow at you playfully. “Can you imagine if I was with Endeavor instead?” he made the both of you laugh before leaning in to press his lips against yours again, the image of the serious, number one hero and your coworker in such a situation too hilarious not to laugh. But just as you started to deepen the kiss, he couldn’t resist throwing in the punchline he’d set up.

“I’d be a damn rotisserie chicken by now.”

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sdfghj i never know how to end these and also why do i use this many dashes i am sORRY  if you enjoyed pls make sure to lemme know~~ 💕

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A Super Sweet Secret - Gojo Satoru

Merry late Christmas ya filthy animals ;)

Mega thirst moment based on this post and I think it just fits this fucker so well. I wrote part of this at 3am and I hate it so much ... fellow Gojo fuckers come get ya food.

Warnings: 18+, my shitty writing, language, mentions of alcohol, Gojo using infinity (had to do it on em), smut, DIRTY TALK, fingering, oral *fem receiving, overstim, squirting, uh… the pet names are super self-indulgent too oops, literally every grammatical error you can think of (please let me know if I missed any warnings I don’t wanna upset anyone or make anyone uncomfy. That being said minors pls DNI!! I don't feel like blocking anyone today)

Word count: 2.25k (i do be getting carried away)

How do you go about explaining your current situation to the higher-ups if you get caught with him? Do you tell them that, instead of getting pointers on how to guide students down the right path, you’ve been indulging in some very explicit acts with the man who is supposed to show you the ropes? No. That’s not right either but in all honesty, it would have been a lost cause from the get-go. Gojo Satoru is the least traditional in his teaching methods and is without a doubt a troublemaker but his antics are a part of what makes him so charming. It’s that same charm that finally made you cave and accept a coffee date with him on the next day you both had off. 

You don’t know exactly when it happened but little by little those morning coffee dates turned into mid-day snack runs, then dinner and overindulging in desserts at the other’s house. Everything took an unexpected turn when you went a bit overboard on the sake one night. The next morning you woke up naked on your couch, the sun in your face, a pounding headache and a large man clinging to your body like a koala. As much as you wanted to maintain a professional relationship between the two of you, it was so hard to not crave another taste of him. He couldn’t resist you either, one bite and he kept coming back for more. 

You two are definitely going to get into some serious trouble for this.

After stressful days of exorcising curses Gojo likes to unwind with a sweet treat from his local bakery and you by his side. He’ll find it ridiculously adorable if you have a bigger sweet tooth than he does. On the walk back to his house, you both snag a pastry from the bag of goodies and laugh at the other for not being able to wait until you reached your destination. The two of you arrive shortly after but Gojo decided he wasn’t entirely satisfied...

“Hey, sugar?” he asked while removing his sunglasses, his eyes entirely focused on your movements. You started to place what was left of the little cakes in a dish that was used specifically for the sweet treats of the day, he quickly recalled how you made fun of him for the fancy crystal platter but he admitted to being a bit extra like that. “What’s up trouble?” He let out a soft chuckle and got closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders leaning down to rest his chin on top of your head. “Trouble? That couldn’t be me.” you placed the cover back on the platter and put your hands on his arms settling back into him slightly. “You only call me ‘sugar’ when you want something from me, so what is it?” 

Now that was true, he had a list of pet names for you that he liked to pull out for certain occasions and you caught onto that quickly. It’s really not fair at all how he can make innocent words sound so damn sinful when he wanted to tease you. You turned to face him now, his hands resting on either side of you. He leans down and places a feather-soft kiss on your lips, so soft it’s almost like he’s not making full contact with you.

“I thought we didn't do those things when it was just us together like this?” Your eyes fluttered open and he came back in for a real kiss, his hot tongue lingering lazily on your bottom lip but not enough to excite you. He does that on purpose. “I know but it’s just the thought of it, I can tell you're thinking about it too.” He reached for the dessert dish and picked up a small cream filled pastry, he took a bite and offered you the other half. You knew it wasn’t an accident when he got the filling on your lip and chin. He used his thumb to clean up the mess he made then licked it clean, he is actually evil but even if you do hate him sometimes you can’t find it in you to resist him. 

“C’mon Y/n, don't you think it would be interesting to try while I go down on you? Just a little bit?” You bit your lip at the thought and he was already excited for your answer. He was right, the idea of him between your legs, devouring you but not quite. Being able to feel everything between the two of you but not making an actual connection. it ignited a small fire within you. 

“We can try it once but I can’t promise that I'll like it.” 

Truthfully that was all he needed to hear before he began to strip you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked. His large hands began exploring your body, grabbing onto any dip and curve he can find while placing sloppy kisses on your neck. He used both hands to get a firm grip of your ass, lifting you onto the cold marble countertop, you let a small moan escape you at the feeling and he placed a wet kiss on your lips. Tugging on the fabric of his long sleeve you brought it up and off revealing his defined upper body, you could drool if you didn't have some self control. “Satoru not too much okay? It’ll drive me crazy when all I want is to feel you.” The whimper that fell from your pretty mouth was almost enough to make Gojo cum in his pants, you swore you saw hearts glowing in his bright blue eyes. “Don't worry princess only a little bit. Besides you know my sweet girl always gets what she wants.” 

If there was anything that came close to what you picture heaven was like, it would definitely be the equivalent to Gojo’s strong, slender fingers expertly rubbing your folds. He always found every sweet spot and applied the perfect amount of pressure without you having to say a word. 

“Baby, did I make you this wet?” He used his thumb to spread your slick around, creating a delightful rhythm on your clit. Hips trembling when he grazed that one spot that practically had you gushing for him.

“Yes! It was yo- oh fuck that feels so good!” you leaned forward, resting your head on his chest, admiring the way his fingers looked so mesmerizing covered in the pretty shine of your juices. “You know you're the sweetest thing ever right? So damn delicious. I can spend hours between these sexy thighs of yours.” His breath is hot on the tip of your ear and that smooth voice sends shockwaves throughout your entire body. His free hand wrapped around your thigh and gripped below your knee, shifting the angle at which his fingers were exploring your overly sensitive hole. 

“Are you gonna let me make you cum with my mouth? Let me taste how sweet you are?” his lips started to trail the sides of your neck down to your chest. He left a series of kisses on each breast, sucking lightly on your stiff and sensitive nipples. “Ah Satoru please! I want- Ooh want your tongue.”  He licked a stripe across your tummy then placed a soft kiss on your belly button, he moved your thighs once more and found a position comfortable for the two of you. Your legs resting nicely on his shoulders while he rubbed circles on your hips and waist. “Look at this gorgeous pussy,” a soft kiss on your inner thigh. “So pretty.” another kiss on your swollen clit, you couldn't help but arch your back off the counter, grabbing a handful of his soft hair. He nibbled on your thigh and a sharp whine fell from you. “Remember to behave sweetheart, I'm supposed to be going easy on you.” His chuckle vibrated against your hot mound and you let out a sigh, releasing some tension from your hands on his head, allowing him to do what he wanted with your body. 

Gojo’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, curling and sucking at the special spot that only he knew about with perfect accuracy. The buzzing sensation that you normally felt when he's down there was reduced to an incomplete static, like your nerves weren’t fully receiving the information of his movements. Now that? That was different. It really was infinity… a barrier he controlled entirely, the rolling of his tongue feeling more like a whisper of pleasure that was everything and nothing at the same time. You were right to think it would drive you crazy but in the most euphoric way possible. “Oh my god it feels s-so good! P-please don’t stop baby I’m so fucking close.” 

The large kitchen was filled with desperate sounds of pleasure and the soft squelching of Gojo’s fingers inside your quivering cunt. This feeling was new but you were instantly hooked. It didn't take long for you to fall over that glorious edge with a broken moan of his name and a string of curses, making little to no sense at all. A deep groan erupts from his chest as he takes in every drop of your release in satisfaction. His gaze found your blissed out expression and he decided to ease up on that invisible veil between you, fingers slipping from your tight whole. You clenched around nothing and the loss of his fingers filling you was enough to nearly make you cry. 

“That‘s my favorite flavor right there sweetheart.” he spent some time admiring the way you looked coming down from your high. The rise and fall of your breasts with every breath paired alongside the slight shaking in your limbs from how intense the orgasm was. You're a work of art to him, truly, especially like this. Opening your eyes you find his stupid gorgeous face resting on your thigh, licking his lips simply enjoying your taste. You ran your fingers through his hair one more time before softly squishing his face with your legs, letting out a breathless giggle while regaining some grasp on reality. “I w-want more, but let me feel all of you for fucks sake!” 

He instantly obliged, diving right back in, using only his tongue, setting a languid pace. His animalistic groans against your over sensitive pussy were a telling sign that he was enjoying himself, probably ridiculously hard in the confines of his jeans. The thought of his cock deep inside of you was enough to get you shamelessly turned on all over again. If it weren't for his hands on your hips, rubbing easing circles into your soft skin, you would be a convulsing mess on the hard marble beneath you. A dull ache was beginning to form in your lower back, but you could care less. Gojo's tongue was working wonders on that delectable bundle of nerves of yours. His hands started trailing upwards and fondling your breasts, your spine arching under his touch as he pinched your nipples. You both made eye contact and he could tell that you were close to another release, your entire body was starting to shake. “Ye-yeah baby I’m gonna f-fucking cum.” his tongue never relenting on you. You were on the verge of screaming, your thighs were probably strangling him at this point.

“Mhm my little honeypot. Are you gonna make a mess?” he growled delicately against you.

That was also new but holy shit it had your brain short circuiting. Honeypot?! Damn you really could make a mess and that was exactly what you did. His relentless attack on your clit was blinding but so fucking delicious you didn't want it to end. You squirted all over his face, covering his neck and chest with a stream of your juices. The added stimulation of his abilities, and the shock of this new pet name clearly having an impact on your intense orgasm. it could possibly be the best you've experienced. He was aware of that fact as well. “I love when you do that.” honestly you did too. The aftershock of it all had you both mesmerized, your body just a quaking mess, panting and moaning. You struggled a bit to get air back into your lungs but Gojo's hands squeezed on your waist reassuringly. Your hips were beginning to relax and he once again found a place to momentarily rest his head on your thighs. 

He huffed a small howl of amusement. You could instantly tell what he was so giddy about. “So? Honeypot?” you questioned him, not in a judging manner but out of curiosity and excitement. “It kind of just came out of me in the moment.” You couldn't help but laugh at his answer, a fitting response. You took a second to relish in the sight of your cum and his sweat tracing his brow. It will forever remain a mystery on how you managed to get so addicted to the world’s biggest pain in the ass, but here you were. 

That evil little smirk made another appearance on his face while he brought himself up to  kiss you, the taste of yourself was very much present on his tongue and soft lips, you screeched in excitement. He swiftly lifted you off the counter and began his trek towards his bedroom. 

“Are you maybe just a bit more curious on what else I can do to that pretty body of yours?”

yeah this is trash uh if you read this sorry for the lack of seasoning in your food

tags: @bobabybo @ibukiirisha

[bruhstories]

Pet

summary: you're his perfect weapon pairing: karl heisenberg x fem!reader warning & content: master/slave dynamic if you squint, oral sex (male & female receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, slightly possessive heisenberg? word count: 1.7k

a/n: it just hit me that the other heisenberg fic i'm working on maaay work as a prequel to this one, so if you're interested in reading that, let me know. happy reading! and @theeerealpunkin, this is for you xD

When you wandered into that junkyard, you were nothing but a helpless little girl, orphaned, battered and bruised, weak and on the brink of death. It was honestly a miracle you made it so far, but he took pity in you, took you under his wing, taught you how to survive in such a cruel world, and turned you into a weapon. A lethal weapon. To the other lords, you were Heisenberg's rabid dog, and no one dared to lay a finger on him while you were there to guard him, but to him, you were his favourite pet. Obedient little thing, you would steal for him, kill for him and die for him, should he ask you to do it. But he never did, and never will, because in his heart, whatever was left of it, he cherished you.

The dynamic you two had was... strange, to say the least. He was your master, and you never questioned his authority, but the difference between you and his mindless minions was that you willingly gave yourself to him, mind, body and soul, no brainwashing needed. Still, Heisenberg knew that, should you ever turn against him, you could kill him without breaking a sweat, so he made sure to show how much he appreciated you, rarely ever treating you badly. In fact, he always considered you his equal, despite your personal choice to submit to him. And he didn't mind. By the gods, he didn't mind it one bit. To see such a powerful being as yourself whimper and writhe under him, begging for more, aching to please him, these things only made Heisenberg adore you. And he couldn't deny he was drunk on the fact that he had so much power over you, someone who could literally destroy him. But what could you do? You loved him. You loved to please him. "Crawl to me, pet." He orders, and you comply, kneeling in the doorway, placing your hands on the floor. You were exquisite, down on all fours, dragging your knees across the cold metal, eyes on him, always on him. You crawl under the table, resting your head on his thigh as he pats you head. "Atta girl. Daddy's had a long day, gonna help me feel good?" You eagerly nod, fingers immediately fumbling with the buckle of his belt. He chuckles, watching you struggle with the damned thing, but he won't lift a single finger to help you. Drool pools under your tongue when you feel how hard he is, and you finally undo the blasted buckle, releasing his cock from its confinements.

"Please..." You whisper, head tilted, breath tickling his glistening tip, but you don't dare to taste him unless he tells you to.

"What's that?"

"Can I have it? Please?"

He would love to humiliate you, but the fact of the matter is that he can't wait any longer.

"Have it all." Heisenberg gives you permission and you don't even thank him, tongue already swirling around the tip of his cock. This isn't the first time you do this, but he just can't get enough of you. He's been with other women before, even after he met you, but none of them were you. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head with a frantic pace, sloppily sucking and slurping and moaning. "Fuck, that's right, take it all." Heisenberg pushes your head down, depriving you of air. When he removes his hand, you pull away, gasping for air with teary eyes, but as you lean back, he stops you. "I'm feeling generous today. Get on the table."

You don't question his command, but you can't help but feel slightly confused. It's not unusual for him to fuck you, you just weren't expecting him to do it so soon.

"How do you want me, daddy? Bent over?" You purr, stretching your arms on the table.

"No, no, lay on your back."

Nodding, you turn around, tugging at your skirt and letting it fall to the floor as you lift yourself on the table. Heisenberg removes his leather gloves as you patiently wait, and he finally turns to you, jacket and shirt discarded, planting kisses on your inner thigh.

"I'm feeling very generous today." He sneers before dipping his head between your legs, and you want to protest, but you can't, because you never question him. You feel his tongue dragging over your slit, sending chills down your spine. This is definitely a surprise, since he's never given your pussy this kind of attention, but you can't deny how good it feels, the way he's lapping at your cunt like a famished man, his beard tickling your oversensitive skin. You throw your head back, chanting his name over and over again, thighs trembling from the stimulation.

"F-fuck, 's good! Daddy, this feels so good!" You mewl, your juices mixed with his saliva dripping down your ass. In the heat of the moment, you dare to card your fingers through his salt and pepper hair, hips bucking against his mouth. You can feel his grin against your skin, because no matter how much Heisenberg likes to use you for his own pleasure, he adores to see you break from the bliss. And as much you would love to come on his tongue, you need something to fill your aching cunt. "P-please fuck me, I need to feel you, please please please!" You cry out, propping yourself on your elbows to look at him — and, boy, he looks incredible, with your arousal and his spit dripping down his beard, so focused on making you feel good. Heisenberg pulls away giving your pussy a good slap, which makes you jolt up. He takes a step back, taking a good look at you — legs spread, eyes glossy and lidded, tits out of your half-buttoned shirt — a sight for sore eyes.

"I haven't even fingered you yet. Think ya’ earned it?" He tilts his head and you nod like a broken puppet, pushing your hips closer to the edge of the table.

"Yes, yes, please, daddy! Use me, use my cunt!" You mewl, and he digs his fingers into the plush of your hips, turning you around.

"Act like a bitch in heat, get fucked like a bitch in heat." Heisenberg doesn't hesitate to push his cock between your folds after lifting one of your legs on the table. Inch by inch, he bottoms out, and like a good girl, you throw your head back, mouth agape and tongue poking out.

"Just l-like t-that!"

"Shit, you're so tight." He can't help but be astonished that after so much time of using and abusing your cunt, it always feels like it's the first time. It could be because you're not technically a human anymore, or because he's just so fond of you. When he pinches one of your nipples, you automatically lift your ass, bucking against his hips, clenching around his cock and moaning his name. But the pleasure engulfing your entire body makes it difficult for you to prop yourself on your arms, and so you let yourself fall on the wooden table. Fingers gently brush through your locks before Heisenberg yanks you by the hair, pushing his chest against your back to feel you closer.

"Tell me, Y/N, who do you belong to?" He sneers into your ear, breath fanning over your skin.

"You, I belong t-to you!"

"Good. And there's no way in hell anyone else gets to touch you the way I do."

"N-no one, daddy! I'm yours- oh, fuck! Please, let me see you..."

"You wanna look into my eyes when you come on my cock, you little slut?"

"Mhm!" You can barely speak, his thrusts numbing your brain.

Heisenberg doesn't reply, only pulling out to grant you your wish while turning you around. His elbow pushes your leg to the side, despite not needing to, since you're already eager to take him back in. He slips his cock in with so much ease, and you just know you were made for him.

"Better?" He quirks a brow at you, green orbs burning into your soul.

"Yes, t-thank you!" You don't forget to show him just how much you appreciate his kind gesture, your trembling hand cupping his cheek.

The gesture is so tender that he can't help but sigh at the touch. Heisenberg doesn't want to give you the impression that he cares that much, because if he does — if he cares — you'll only become a weakness. And he can't afford to be weak, can't afford to lose you. The man slaps your hand away, gripping your hips so hard your skin begins to bruise, fucking you deeper, harder, pace so brutal the table begins to slide on the metal floor. The pain you're feeling is nothing compared to the pleasure, and so you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your fingernails into his shoulders, earning a hiss out of him. You can feel your orgasm building up, culminating in the sweetest release. He's close, too, you feel it in the way his cock twitches against your spongy walls, so drag your nails over his skin, pulling him closer to you. He smells of oil, liquor and cigarettes, and it's so intoxicating and addictive you come undone.

"F-fuck, I love you! I love you so much!" You melt under him, muscles relaxing. Your confession has him reach his climax, and with a few final thrusts, he spills his seed into your cunt. Not that it would matter since the parasite that turned you into a weapon made both of you infertile. Heisenberg slowly pulls out, careful not to cause you any discomfort. You're still a quivering mess on his workbench, and he hands you a towel, his way of showing that he cares.

"Does it bother you that I don't love you back?" He lies. You tilt your head, scrunching your nose as you wipe yourself clean.

"Hmmm, no, not really. You are my master, after all, and I'm your pet."

Heisenberg doesn't speak, focused on getting dressed. You're his pet, but you make him want to live another day. You make him want to destroy Miranda and break free. You make him smile, and laugh, and you make him feel human again. He turns on his heels, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"That's right, you're my pet."

[pink-bear]

NSFW Alphabet: Kazuichi Soda

Pink lemonade boy~

Stuff under the cut. Character is depicted as 18+

THIS IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When he’s giving it, he always makes sure his partner has water, a snack if they request it, and plenty of kisses and praise. When he’s receiving it, he lowkey loves being pampered, it makes him feel appreciated :’)

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to himself, he likes his hands. He’s good at using them, and learning to use them on his partner is one of the things he perfects first.

As for his partner, he’s a butt guy for sure. Perfect for grabbing and spanking! He also very much enjoys boobs, but it’s not a requirement!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums a basic amount, and likes doing so inside his partner any chance he gets (whether it’s in their mouth or their downstairs area).

He also lowkey likes the taste of his own cum, and often times lick it off himself after he’s jerked off.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves smelling his partner’s undies, especially when they’re away for whatever reason. He’ll sometimes even wear them and masturbate in them, too. Dirty boy...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s super inexperienced. A number of factors went into him not losing his virginity as a teen (his social awkwardness, his anxiety, the fact he wasn’t very popular, ect.). Pretty much all the stuff he knows is from porn, and actually executing that is awkward to say the least-

BUT HOPE IS NOT LOST! Like anything in this world, the more you practice, the better you get! Once he finds an understanding and patient partner, he’ll learn the ins and outs of being a good lover, and he’ll get the hang of it in no time!

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Gives him access to his partner’s butt, and he loves leaning over and leaving bite marks with them sharp chompers of his. He also likes how deep he/his partner can get, and how he/his partner can reach around and pleasure whoever bottoms as well!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Some silliness can really help settle his nerves, especially his first few times. For sure he likes it when things are passionate, but having a little bit of goofy sprinkled in, especially afterwards, can really make the whole experience that much better. If he can both satisfy and make his partner giggle, then he’s on cloud nine!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His manscaping could be...better, but it’s nothing unbearable. Often times he just forgets to do it (this guy forgets to shower a lot too, pls be patient with him). If he has a date coming up, or his partner asks him to, he’ll trim things up a bit, but he never likes being completely bare.

And no, the carpet doesn’t match the drapes. Its black like his natural hair colour! Though he has thought about dying it too...

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

His attempts at being romantic can sometimes be a bit corny, but the passion is totally there. He’s not the best with words, but he’ll go on and on (and on and on) about how special his partner is when he’s truly found the one.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This poor guy jacks off A LOT. Being as sexually frustrated as he is, it’s not uncommon for him to crank one out daily. Once he finds a regular sexual partner it goes down, but sometimes he just can’t wait!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sexy car washes. Skimpy clothing, getting all wet and bodies being pressed against the hood of a nice car? Oh man, he’ll cream his pants in seconds.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He loves doing it in his workshop, and probably has an old couch there for that very reason (though he’ll say it’s for relaxing/napping to anyone who asks).

Apart from that, you can’t go wrong with the bedroom! Especially if the bed is real comfortable~

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing his partner absolutely desperate for some fuck. Talk dirty to him, whisper in his ear, tease him, and he’s READY TO GO!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unsanitary (pee, poop, ect.), of course. He also doesn’t really like being tied up, since it causes his anxiety to spike when he isn’t able to move his hands.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving oral, especially after a hard day’s work. He’ll happily return the favour, but it may take him a bit of practice to get good at it. Good thing he’s an eager learner! Just be careful with those teeth-

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how he’s feeling. Sometimes when he’s real horny, he gets down to the nitty gritty. However, when he’s feeling a bit vulnerable, or he had a nice, peaceful day with his partner, he will for sure show his appreciation by being sensual and sweet.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This man lives for quickies. A good stress reliever, and a good way to spend a break from work!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He love the idea of getting caught, but not so much actually running the risk of it. He prefers to do things in “private public places”. As in places that would normally be populated, but at certain times of the day are vacant with no actual risk. For example: His workshop after closing.

Actually getting caught makes him want to cry :’)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is kinda low, ngl. He can last a few minutes, maybe around ten at the most. He makes up for it however by the amount of rounds he can go, especially spaced throughout the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Soda loves toys! Vibrators are his favourite, especially using them on his partners. He also has a few sizes of dildos and butt plugs, fleshlights and some nipple clamps too!

He’s thought about making his own toys, but maybe that isn’t the best idea...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Soda likes to tease, with that shit eating grin we all love so much. When it comes to his partners teasing him, however, he’s a total baby lol

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This boy is LOUD. Oh my lord, lots of moaning, groaning, whimpering and begging. And when he bottoms...honey, you got another storm comin’

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Soda wears a tank top and boxers under his jumpsuit. It gets pretty hot in that thing, so he doesn’t want too many layers.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is uncut and pretty average in both length and width. He’s rather self conscious of it, seeing how the media portrays big dicks as the most desirable. Sometimes he even thinks of getting a piercing to “add a little something extra to it”, but is too chicken to actually go through with it. Eventually he learns it’s not the size of the boat that matters, but the motion of the ocean 🌊

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Soda’s unbelievably thirsty, it’s on his mind a lot, to a point it’ll sometimes get in the way of work. So once he gets a sexual partner, the first few months he’s gonna be pretty damn desperate for some fucc. He settles down eventually, but he can still get in the mood pretty easily, and will very rarely turn down an offer.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once the sexy times are over, he’s out like a light. With the combination of his job, his anxiety and the strenuous task of love making, it really tires the poor guy out.

🌸🌸🌸

And there you have it! My first post on here WHOO!

Hope you enjoyed! And if you don’t agree with any of these, that’s fine! These are just my personal headcanons!

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[im-poe-dameron]

Chapter Five

A/N: Well shit it’s been awhile. Okay so this one is long as hell and I actually ended up splitting it up. So good thing I did or it would have been 20k. I hope y’all enjoy!

Side note: Credit to @tintinwrites​ and @the-purity-pen​ for Din tying a cherry with his tongue scene. Also credit to my lovely wife @ezrasarm​ for giving me the idea of protective Paz.

Summary: The next day was always awkward. Having to say goodbye and pretend you were good friends. But with him, it was the complete opposite.

Word Count: 13.5k (i’m so fucking sorry)

Pairing: 1980s!Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Explicit so SEE YA THE FUCK LATER MINORS, where to begin, p in v sex, rough sex slightly, dirty talk not really though, very slight but not so slight exhibitionism, mentions of alcohol/drinking, a mention of harrassment via drunk man, cussing, romantic shit, angst, fluff, oh yeah and handjob (m receiving). let me know if i missed anything!

      Nothing is stranger than waking up in someone’s arms. At least that’s what you used to think. Waking up and having to wiggle your way out of them, somehow find a way to the bathroom, and then sneak out. All before they woke up. It was its own little race against the clock; trying to seem like you weren’t there at all. As usual the impulse to get the fuck out hit you when you opened your eyes, feeling two arms wrapped tightly around you. But then you let the memories of last night hit you.

      That actually happened. You slept with him, learned his name, and might have realized something big about yourself in the end. But most important of all. Finally, after weeks of torture, you learned his damn name. Forget everything else, even though you couldn’t if you tried because the throbbing between your legs stayed as a reminder. He had divulged his name with you, and that sent you over the moon, past the sun and back again.

      While you wanted to stay in this position for as long as possible; enjoy his arms around you and hopefully go back to sleep. Your body had other plans, and it seemed the bitch was determined to ruin the otherwise happy morning. He snored lightly behind you, his breath hitting the back of your neck, where his head was buried, and you smiled because of it. He had wrapped himself around you as if you were his comfort, his only solace in the night. You very well might have been, but you wouldn’t be able to find out, because your bladder was screaming at you.

      Fuck. How were you supposed to get out his hold? Especially since he seemed like a light sleeper.

      Shifting your leg, you managed to get it out from under his, pausing and holding your breath to see if he woke up. His light snoring continued. Okay you could do this. Grabbing his wrist, you managed to detangle yourself from his arms, and rolled to your other side, trying not to shake the bed too much. He continued to sleep. You mentally cheered yourself on, thankful that he wasn’t such a light sleeper that he would have woken up. But as you tried to let go of him, he seemed to have jolted, causing him to yank you closer.

      You almost had it. Had your leg off the bed and your toes touching the sweet taste of freedom that was the floor. He hadn’t pulled you in so far that it wouldn’t force you to start all over, but still, it complicated things. Sliding away more you managed to get half of yourself off the bed, his hand still clamped around your wrist.

      “Really going to make me cut off my arm to pee aren’t you Romeo. Why?” you mumbled under your breath, glancing awkwardly behind you to see how much room you had to get to the floor.

      “It’s entertaining.”

      Not expecting the response your head snapped back to his direction seeing his eyes open. But before you could clamber your way back to him, you felt your foot get caught on the shirt that was thrown on the floor last night. Something went wrong and you were sliding off the bed...quickly...and taking him with you.

      “Mother-” you shouted, unable to get the rest out, because a very large man landed on top of you.

      “Ouch,” he muttered.

      Meanwhile the breath was knocked out of your lungs, and you were one-hundred percent sure that he had broken your rib. Now if you were to set the scene before this all happened, you would have remembered to mention that all this happened, while you were both still naked. It wasn’t your fault that he had a small bed, only large enough for barely two people. Worst of all, you still had to fucking pee, but he had begun to make himself comfortable, shifting until he was laying over you, his head in the crook of your neck.

      “Seriously?” you asked, shoving at him lightly. “I did that to use the bathroom not to cuddle on the floor.”

      He laughed, choosing now to be a little shit and lick a line from your collarbone to your chin. “I’m comfortable.”

      That was his excuse? He was comfortable? Meanwhile you had to contact the hospital because his elbow went right into your rib when he fell. Shoving at his chest you tried to ignore the way he sucked on your neck, seeming to be unbothered to get up. He shifted so he lay between your now spread thighs and while you wanted to give in and hook your legs around him to hopefully pull him inside you. The urge to get up hit you again, and in a move that you’d learned from self-defense classes you managed to get a leg around his waist, flipping him onto his back.

      “What the fuck?” His wide eyes greeted you.

      You leaned down to kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and hearing him groan from it. “Sorry, have to pee.”

      He tried to grab for your ankle to send you tumbling down to the floor, but you got away in time, sticking your middle finger out to him on the way. His laughter echoed behind you, causing you to smile. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this happy to wake up with someone, to have someone beside you and holding you. Shaking your head, you realized that he had really done a number on you, because it hurt slightly to take steps to the bathroom. You found that it was a pain you enjoyed rather than hated.

      Stepping back into the room you found him back on the bed, laying on his back with his arm over his face to block out the light. Of course, he didn’t bother to cover himself up. Somehow you wondered if he did it for himself or if he did it because he knew you wouldn’t have been able to look away. Either way you ended up staring at him, feeling your mouth water slightly at the sight of him half hard from what happened on the floor.

      “Are you going to stare or come here?” he asked, having not removed his arm.

      “That depends.”

      He shifted, lifting himself to lean back on his elbows. “On what sweetheart?”

      “On what happens if I come over there.” You could see his eyes go from your face down the expanse of your still nude form, the shade of brown darkening to an almost black.

      “It’s your play,” he said.

      That offer definitely sounded appealing, and so you got back into the bed, crawling your way to straddle his hips and seat yourself on his thighs. He was giving you a chance to make it your move? Then you’d take it and then some. You could see that he was resisting the control of pulling you under him, of being the one who gave you pleasure and not the other way around. This was unfamiliar territory for the both of you. Of finding each other in an unusual circumstance; of coming to terms with the fact that you wanted one another. Of wanting more.

      Your hand tangled your fingers with his, rising up on your knees before lining him up with your entrance and sinking down slowly. The groan he let out had your stomach bursting with a flurry of butterflies, and unlike last night’s fast pace, you took your time. Rolling your hips, lifting up and coming back down onto him, just to see the looks he’d give you. There was some form of ethereal beauty in watching him go from the man who held control in all aspects, to being utterly wrecked. The sight of him begging for more through his eyes, but knowing that this was all he’d get.

      He shifted his hips upwards, wanting more, needing it, and you felt it with the desperate sounds he made. Still, you continued your steady pace, swiveling your hips to tear a moan from his throat. You felt the grip on your hips tighten, his thrusts becoming slightly harsher, and his eyes going from calm to the type of unhinged that sent your heart rate skyrocketing. He was going to break soon and you knew what that would come with. That didn’t stop you from being slightly annoying, and coming down hard on his cock just to hear him cry out.

      “I never knew you were one for torture,” he grunted out, jolting his hips back into you and smiling when your hand smacked against his chest to steady yourself.

      You choked out a moan when he did it again, brushing against the spot that would destroy you. How had you gone from having the upper hand to having jack shit? It always seemed to happen, and now you were left to try and grasp for another piece of control. You wanted to break him not the other way around, but for him it would always be his way. There were no other options in his book.

      “Only when it comes to you baby,” you panted out.

      That was it was. His second breaking point. The first you’d seen last night, but this one was different, and you had a hunch it came from you calling him baby. His eyes shifted, the growl in his throat unexpected enough to cause you to clench around him. He’d had enough of you teasing him, of giving him just enough and pulling away, and that’s probably what spurred him to flip you onto your back. You wrapped your arms around him, your head flying back into the pillow when he snapped his hips to yours.

      “Yeah?” he asked, his teeth choosing to sink into your neck. “You’re trying to torture me? Is that it?” Each question came with him thrusting into you, until your toes were curling, your hands burying themselves into his hair.

      “Fair is fair.” You were gasping for breath, trying to stave off your orgasm in order to continue to feel him. It was your own kind of torture, but nonetheless you still did it; still tried to last for as long as your body allowed.

      “I thought we didn’t-fuck-play fair sweetheart.” His teeth sunk into any place he could reach, his hips continuing their speed of slamming into you, and when the tip of him brushed against your g-spot you sobbed out his name.

      A bang from downstairs echoed over the sounds of your slick and Din’s hips slapping against yours. Who the fuck was here at this hour? Except you couldn’t really hold the thought in your head, not when the asshole had decided to rub at your clit, pulling a nipple into his mouth. Your hands pulled on his hair, nearing the precipice of absolute pleasure, but then like a bucket of cold water being dumped over you, you remembered who exactly was downstairs.

      “Shit Din,” you panted out. “Wait. Oh fuck.” You were moaning, but he heard you say wait, pausing his movements faster than you expected, and you tried to ignore how disappointed you felt.

      “What? Did I hurt you?” Your heart jumped at the panic in his voice, at the thought that he might have hurt you. Fuck did he have to make you fall for him even harder than before? Seriously he must have a guide book or something.

      You shook your head, dragging his head closer to kiss him for reassurance. And who were you kidding, you also just really wanted to fucking kiss him. Even you couldn’t blame yourself for giving in and tangling your tongue with his, getting so lost that you rolled your hips for friction. He took that as meaning you wanted more, but then you remembered why you stopped him in the first place.

      “We have to stop,” you said.

      His eyebrows raised slightly. “Any reason why?”

      “Poe’s downstairs.” What a convincing argument. Really it wasn’t, because you had half a mind to say fuck it and try your best to keep quiet. From the looks of it he shared the same thought.

      “And?”

      “I-” You began to say that this wouldn’t end well for either of you, but then stopped yourself. What wouldn’t end well? Poe was probably in the inventory room by now, which meant he was in his own little world. And if you were lucky, he was playing music from the jukebox...

      As if on cue, music from downstairs began to play loud enough for you to hear. David Bowie...you had to hand it to the guy. He had good music taste. You thanked the universe for giving you such luck. Apparently, she wanted you to get laid as much as you wanted to, and so you dragged him closer, crossing your ankles at the small of his back and kissing him like your life depended on it.

      “Make me cum Romeo,” you breathed against his lips.

      He groaned at the words as he pushed back into you until you were so full that your eyes rolled back. You couldn’t do anything but let him do what he wanted, completely comfortable in just lying there a whimpering mess. He seemed to like you that way anyways, his teeth bared, chest heaving, and his own moans spilling from his lips. You clutched onto his hair, chest pressing into his as you forgot everything that wasn’t him.

      It didn’t take long for him to get you back to the peak of pleasure, his thumb pressing down harder on your clit until you were practically shaking. He certainly was talented with his hands. Bucking your hips into his you dragged him closer, slotting your lips against his and swallowing the moan he let out when you clenched around him, your lower body pulling tight. He was everything all at once. All consuming, passionate; a man who’d claim your heart.

      But was is more than just sex? Then just this?

      You shoved the stray thoughts out of your head, biting down on his bottom lip instead as he thrust into you harshly. His name tore from your throat, your head falling back as you bucked up into him one more time. Incapacitating pleasure every time it happened, and somehow, he drove you too it. Was it just because he knew what he was doing? Maybe he’d harnessed his skills over the years. You wouldn’t be upset if he did, because fuck he definitely knew what he was doing.

      The heat flooded your veins, causing your walls to flutter around him and push him over the edge with you; the groan he let out into your neck something you wanted to hear again and again. He nipped lightly at your skin as the humming of your veins began to slow down, your heart beat slowing with it. You hadn’t felt this sated, this happy in quite a while, and mentally as you pushed your nose into his neck, kissing the skin, you thanked him for it.

      He might never know how much weight he had taken off your heart, but you were okay with that. You didn’t need him to know, just comfortable with remaining in his presence.

      “Do you think he heard us?” you asked, laughing against his shoulder.

      His head raised as he rested his forehead against yours. “Yeah,” he replied, his lips parting into a smile.

      “I seriously hope not.” You laughed against his lips, kissing him again for what felt like the millionth time. It was nice like this. Laying here in his bed, the morning having just started, and the stress from the day not yet hitting. You would have stayed here for hours if you could, but time was running out and the job had to be done.

      “You know we can just stay here the whole day,” you offered, still hopeful.

      He scoffed. “And let Dameron run the bar? I don’t feel like watching it burn to the ground just yet.”

      “Well, you could just...you know.” How the hell do you say this? Hey close down the bar so you can keep fucking me until I can’t move. Please. Yeah sure, the please was the cherry on top that would make him laugh.

      What was wrong with you? He spent all night making you lose sense and become a little better than incoherent. Were you just so addicted to him that you wanted him all the time now? That had to be it. Because this was nothing more than just the game, the tension, the knowledge that you both might not be ready for more. Except...what happens if he was ready for more? What if he wanted more than just the tension...more than just the game?

      You had to stop thinking this way. It was one night. One night of fun and sex and overwhelming passion and...

      No. Absolutely not. You couldn’t keep doing this to yourself. He was technically your boss, even if he didn’t pay you, and this was technically just a way to find some release. Or at least that’s what you told yourself knowing full well that it was a lie in order to stop the twisting of your heart. Pressing another kiss to his lips to rid yourself of everything you were feeling, of all the turmoil that your mind was wading through, you eventually knew that getting up was the best option.

      Shoving at his shoulders lightly you shuddered as you felt his cock drag along your walls when he pulled out in order to roll to his side. You could feel his eyes trained on your face, burning their way into your brain and that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to get out of there, because lying beside him when you were thinking of more than this was slowly driving you insane.

      “Breakfast?” you asked, sitting up and reaching for his dark button up shirt you wore yesterday.

      The bed dipped behind you and you sighed out in bliss when his lips pressed against your bare shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist. “What’s going on up there sweetheart?” he asked, nudging your temple with his nose.

      Oh, nothing really, just the thought of you spending every day and night in his bed and possibly being his girlfriend. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t say that. So, like a coward, you opted for the second option, the one that wouldn’t even give him a hint.

      “Nothing, just hungry,” you replied with a smile, turning your head to meet his eyes.

      His brown eyes. You swore that they could see right into your soul and maybe they could. Maybe his superpower was doing just that, because he sure seemed to be able to read you the first night you met him. You did your best to shut the walls up, to keep away from whatever was going on in your thoughts and you hoped it worked.

      “Okay.” He stood with you, once again not bothering to cover himself and it made you smile. “Go downstairs and I’ll bring something down. Make sure he doesn’t torch the place.”

      “You and him burning the place to the ground. One day you’re going to turn to me and say you know what Y/N, he’s a pretty damn good bartender after all.” You did an impression of his voice for extra effect, hoping he’d appreciate the effort. Except trying to keep a straight face was harder than you thought, especially with him playfully glaring at you.

      “Sweetheart.” He cupped your face in his hands. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re cute?”

      The tug on your heart forced you out of the moment, but it felt too good. He felt too good. Why couldn’t you just admit it. You had a crush on him. You had probably one of the biggest crushes on him since having a crush and it was ridiculous. Smiling at him, you missed the way his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of your eyes dimming. Better to get out of there now than deal with the aftermath of you being an idiot in front of him later. This was supposed to be a happy morning for fucks sake.

      “I’m pretty sure you beat me in that department Romeo.”

      He tossed the pillow at you, smiling when you ducked and ran to the kitchen to grab your pants. The morning was off to a great start already, minus the panic your brain went into when it always thought about the future. Tugging on your jeans you put your sneakers back on before heading downstairs to help Poe out and make sure he didn’t burn the place down. Although you had no doubt that he wouldn’t. It was just Romeo being paranoid, because he was protective of things he cared for.

      Woah. Where had that observation come from? He was protective of things he cared for... It wasn’t that far off from the truth. Protective of the bar, of...you last night. The familiar heat began to once again curl at the base of your stomach, tugging at your heart as you realized that he may actually care for you.

      Poe was busy counting bottles behind the bar when you entered, not bothering to let him know you were there and taking a seat on one of the stools. Just as you expected he was in his own little world, probably not even realizing that you guys were upstairs this whole time.

      “I’m partial to her song I Hate Myself for Loving You.”

      He jumped, spinning quickly and meeting your eyes before looking away. “Hey...Y/N. What did you say?”

      You tilted your head, taking in the way he was standing, refusing to meet your eyes. “I said I like her other song. Are you okay?”

      “I’m...good. Yeah just...” He hesitated and the ice-cold realization washed over you, crashing you harshly back to reality. Fuck. Oh fuck. No absolutely not.

      “Did you-” Dammit you couldn’t even finish the question it was so mortifying. “Did you hear what we were-”

      He nodded, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. “I turned on the music to uh...not hear you- I mean it. That. The sounds. It worked for a bit and then...”

      “Yeah, I got it thanks!” You shoved your face into your hands letting out a groan before clambering to your feet.

      “I’m sorry! I just figured you guys weren’t a thing yet and I definitely shouldn’t have hit on you last night if you guys were...are...fuck I can’t speak right now. Where are you going?” While he rambled, you had unconsciously walked towards the door, feeling the embarrassment get to you, to the point of wanting to bolt out of there.

      “I’m just going to throw myself off the roof.” No, you weren’t, but it was dramatic enough to show how traumatized you were by this. Poe had heard you and Din having...that thought alone was enough to make you never speak to him again. You wouldn’t be able to think of anything except this moment whenever you met his eyes.

      “Please don’t do that.” He physically leaped over the bar, walking closer but then holding his hands up in surrender. “I swear it’ll never happen again. If I hear even a mo-” He stopped, figuring it was a good time to keep his mouth shut, and perfect timing to, because Din had decided now was a great time to make his grand entrance.

      You saw his eyes narrow when he noticed how close Poe stood to you by the door, and you shook your head quickly to let him know that you were fine. That didn’t stop him from coming closer, putting a hand on Poe’s shoulder roughly to let him know that he was indeed there.

      “Everything okay here?” he asked, his voice dropping to a lower octave at the sight of your panicked face. You knew he’d fight Poe if he had to and you wanted to prevent that from happening so...like an idiot...you said the first thing to come to your head.

      “We’re just talking about which Joan Jett song is better.” Poe’s confused expression made you nearly laugh at this whole situation, but then his eyes widened in understanding. You were saving his ass.

      He turned, nodding his head. “I think it’s Bad Reputation and Y/N says that it’s I Hate Myself for Love You. Which is completely wrong.”

      “That’s not fair. Her song Bad Reputation isn’t bad, but it was more punk than rock.” You made your way back to the bar, trying to forget about the past ten minutes.

      “There’s nothing wrong with it being punk.”

      “I never said that there was!” you exclaimed. “Romeo will you back me up here?”

      He leaned against the bar beside you, raising his eyebrows. Yes, you were asking him to back you up, because you were right. But like every other time you lost yourself in his brown eyes, the dopey smile you never realized you got, coming back to your lips. Poe set whatever food Din brought down with him in the center of you guys, already munching on it a bit.

      “She’s right. Bad Reputation is good, but the other song is even better.” Din took some food, chewing on it before turning back to you.

      “Oh, come on man! Are you serious?” Poe tossed the towel over his shoulder. “It’s just cause she’s your girlfriend that you’re taking her side, isn’t it?”

      Well shit. He shouldn’t have said that and you noticed he realized it the second that he snapped his mouth shut. You kept your eyes at the bar below you, rather than looking up at the man who you could feel was staring at you. Poe really wanted you to run didn’t he. Although you couldn’t help but feel a nice little tug on your heart when he had said the word. Girlfriend. You being Romeo’s girlfriend. If you were alone you would have smiled, giggled, gone absolutely mad with joy at the feeling.

      “I’ll be back later,” Din said.

      That’s when you brought your head up to look at him. You were disappointed he wasn’t staying, but you quickly shoved those thoughts as far away as possible. The awkwardness was there from earlier, the understanding that it was a topic that wouldn’t be brought up anytime soon. After all you just had sex, so what was the rush really? There wasn’t any and you were happy with that.

      “Make sure he doesn’t burn down my bar.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips suddenly and taking you off guard. Something told you he noticed with the way his body tensed and how he pulled away quickly.

      No, no, no you didn’t want him to think you didn’t want him to kiss you. Reaching a hand up out of instinct, you buried it in his hair and slipped your tongue into his mouth. The shuffling of movement told you that Poe had turned around rather awkwardly to give you two this moment. Which you were grateful for. Din’s hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you even closer until you were practically standing, but then to your detriment and disappointment, he pulled away.

      “I’ll see you later sweetheart.” You watched him pull on a leather jacket that you loved on him instantly, before tugging him closer by the front of it.

      “See you later Romeo,” you whispered against his lips.

      He left, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket and you willed away the feeling that continued to bother you. All of this was just as it was supposed to be. Him being whatever he was in your life and you being whatever you were in his life. Getting caught up in the what ifs wouldn’t bode well for you, and so you turned back to the man behind the bar, chucking a piece of toast at him.

      “Let’s open up the bar poetry.”

      His eyebrows raised as he let out a snort. “Did you just call me poetry?”

      “Too obvious?” you asked, grabbing a towel of your own. “I figured it was a smooth way to say Poe without saying Poe.”

      “Anyone ever tell you you’re a dork?” he asked, throwing his towel at you.

      You nodded. “Several times but no one so bluntly.”

      “Well, you are.” He pointed to the bottles. “You finish stocking I’ll wipe down the tables.”

      There wasn’t really room for argument, so you nodded your head heading towards the inventory room to grab another box of bottles. All the while trying your best to keep the worries from earlier; the anxiety you had surrounding this whole situation, out of your head. You knew they would manage to wedge themselves in eventually. An annoyance you wouldn’t be able to get rid of.

      It would be a long fucking night.

      Two hours later Romeo returned while the bar was busy and you were unable to do anything but send him a wave before heading to a table. Four shots of tequila had been ordered and you were busy pouring when he walked behind you, tapping his hand on your ass. Did it nearly make you drop the whole bottle? Absolutely it did. Except that was all he did, because he was throwing a towel over his shoulder and getting to work in order to help you. Seriously what you wouldn’t give to drag him back into the inventory room and give him a proper greeting.

      You were tempted. He was standing right next to you, squeezing a lime into a glass. It would be easy to grip his shirt and force him to follow you, and you were about to reach out to do just that. Your hand in the air and heading in his direction...

      “Y/N!” Poe’s voice called out from the other side of the bar.

      Fucking shit. You pulled your hand back, pretending you were reaching something next to Romeo instead of for him. His eyes met yours, the question lingering there as if he knew what you were going to do. But you simply smiled in return knowing that if he actually knew how muddled he made your mind, he’d be the one dragging you back there.

      Reluctantly you headed over to where Poe stood near a set of tables. He didn’t even give you a second to ask what he needed, because he was handing you a tray of empty glasses, turning back around to grab the second one before taking another set of orders. A large party had come in to celebrate something for the night. Mostly men. Mostly from Wallstreet. Except they paid in cash which meant that it would be a good night’s worth of pay...well for Din and Poe.

      “You have the worst timing you know,” you muttered under your breath.

      “What?” He turned back to you, trying his best not to drop the tray in his hand.

      “Nothing, forget it.” You could spot Romeo helping out four people at the bar, getting their drinks out as fast as humanely possible and when his eyes met yours you smiled again. It was a reflexive response, but he returned it just as quick before he shifted his eyes to Poe behind you.

      The glasses clinked together as you set them into the sink, slowly to try and avoid the whole shattering of glass thing you did earlier. Poe was right behind you waiting to fill the sink with the dishes on his tray and pour water over them, but then something odd happened. Romeo. The man who swore Poe got on his nerves every single minute of every day came over and asked for Poe to follow him. You stared; mouth nearly open as Din winked in your direction before heading towards the back.

      What just happened? They were off going to talk about who knows what, and while you didn’t have a problem with that, they had also left you to take care of the bar. On your own. Three people were waiting on drinks, meanwhile you still had to get the glasses in the sink, and you were pretty sure that someone spilled something on the floor two minutes ago. Okay. Don’t panic. You could handle taking care of the bar...alone...while it was packed.

      “Can I get my martini now?” You nodded at the woman, leaving the tray by the sink and choosing to just deal with the people. They were more important than dirty dishes anyways.

      Getting what you needed, you were surprised at the speed you could now make the drink, having it placed in front of her in mere moments. Poe had helped you with the speed techniques of how to serve customers earlier and it seemed to have stuck. She walked away leaving a dollar tip that made you roll your eyes, only to be replaced by a Wallstreet man from the table. Great. You hoped he had enough sense to just order and be on his merry way, but the red tint in his cheeks told you that he’d had one too many.

      “Can you get me a drink pretty girl?” he slurred out the words, leaning heavily on the bar.

      You smiled tensely. “I think you’ve had enough.”

      “Come on don’t be that way.” He reached across the bar, trying to grasp for your hand, but you pulled it away in time. You noticed the shift in his demeanor. How he went from trying to come across as playful to getting irritated, and you knew that this wouldn’t end well for him if Romeo came back and saw this.

      “I’m cutting you off for your own sake.” You set an empty glass to the side, shifting to put something away. Except he lunged across the bar, grasping onto your wrist and dragging you closer. The smell of the vodka on his breath had you rearing away from him, nearly gagging from how potent it was.

      “Let go of my arm or I’ll break that hand of yours,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

      He did nothing by smile. “You don’t have the balls.”

      “She definitely does, but if you want to mess with someone else, I suggest you do it with me asshole.”

      Your eyes snapped up to the person standing behind him and came to see Paz standing there, his arms crossed across his chest. The man let go of your wrist faster than you could blink spinning around to face Paz and you could see the blood rush out of his face. He stuttered out an apology to both you and Paz before stumbling back to his table, collapsing into the chair. You wanted to laugh at the sight of the man looking ready to throw up and honestly you couldn’t blame him. Paz looked terrifying in both height and giving a glare that could practically kill you on the spot.

      “Thanks,” you said, tossing the towel you were holding onto the bar. “I could have handled it though.”

      He shrugged taking a seat in front of you. “I bet you could have being Djarin’s girl and all. But I figured I should come here just in case you needed help.”

      “I’m not...We’re not...Din and I are just friends.” Because that sounded absolutely convincing.

      Paz smiled, pouring a drink from the whiskey bottle beside you. “If he told you his first name, you’re a lot more than friends.”

      “What does that mean?” you asked. “Doesn’t everyone know his first name?”

      He didn’t give you a response and you were stuck floundering for an answer. If you knew his first name... What does that even mean? You figured that everyone here knew his first name and Din was just fucking with you the whole time. It made you think he actually liked being called Romeo, so you just went along with it, but you never thought that he actually just never said his name.

      As if on cue Poe and Din came back into the bar still talking to each other. Poe nodded his head and wandered off back to the sink where he began to rinse the dishes while Din froze at the sight of Paz talking to you. Sure, you’d seen him angry, but you’ve never seen him go from completely relaxed to on guard so fast. He stalked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back towards him, locking his eyes on Paz.

      “Relax Djarin I just came to help her with a Wallstreet problem.” He nodded his head in the direction of the man who was back to drinking and laughing his head off. “Thank you for the drink sweet girl.”

      Din turned to you as Paz walked away. “Are you okay? What did he do?” His hands cupped your face, making sure that you were in one piece.

      “It’s okay. He didn’t do anything except grab my wrist.” Your hands covered his, pulling them away slightly.

      “He grabbed your wrist?”

      Shit. That had the opposite effect of what you wanted to happen. “I’m fine. Seriously. It didn’t even hurt and besides I was about half a second away from breaking his damn arm.”

      That got him to smile slightly and it was all you needed to know that he was okay. Meanwhile you had another question for him, resting on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to ask it in front of people. Paz’s comment about you knowing his first name got to you in a way you didn’t like, but also didn’t understand fully. How could someone not know another person’s first name?

      Din pulled away, pressing a kiss to the wrist the man grabbed before heading back to work. That’s all the softness you’d get from him while at work, because one there was no time and two, he seemed to be different here. In the bar he wasn’t Romeo. He was the man you first met; the bartender who looked like he could and would kill you if you stepped out of line. In the bar he was someone else, but still, you could pick out the pieces of your Romeo. Could see the way he smiled every now and then at you, playing along with your jokes; past the persona of whoever he made himself to be. You could see Din.

      “Three beers, two vodkas, and one whisky straight up,” Poe said reading off the crumpled paper he wrote it on. “Where the fuck, are they putting this stuff?”

      “If they’re buying them, then they can have as many drinks as they want.” You glanced at the list already getting out what was needed.

      There wasn’t much conversation going on between the two of you as you worked. Poe poured, you mixed and so forth, but then just like a nuisance, the question had to come back and haunt you. You knew you shouldn’t be asking Poe, yet something felt off about what Paz said. If no one really knew Romeo’s first name, then there had to be a reason for it. Right? You couldn’t go your whole life without hardly anyone knowing your first name, but it also made sense. On the first night you met him Paz called him Djarin. Everyone did, because they what? Had to keep his first name a secret?

      “Hey Poe.” You were going to regret asking this.

      He raised his head from what he was doing. “What’s up?”

      “Do you know Romeo’s first name?” It even sounded awkward coming out of your mouth. Why did you even bother with asking?

      “No.”

      You froze. That was definitely not the answer you were expecting. He didn’t know his name? How had he been hired, working here for a short time and not know his own boss’s name? You tried to come up with a conclusive answer. One that helped you understand, but really you didn’t understand any of this. How one man could hide his own name so well and have everyone be okay with it.

      “I just figure everyone calls him Djarin as a nickname. So that’s what I use too.” He passed you two shot glasses before taking the rest on a tray.

      You followed him, mulling over what he said. It did in fact make a tiny bit of sense, which somehow managed to confuse you even more. Although you didn’t really have time to deal with this matter, so you forced yourself to focus on the job. Three more hours left till the bar closed and then you’d have all the time in the world to get answers out of Romeo. Whether or not he wanted to actually give them to you was another matter altogether.

      How many drunk people does it take for you to reach your limit for the day? The answer happened to be an entire bar filled with them. Within the three hours of working, you somehow managed to get grabbed three more times by the Wallstreet men sitting at the table. Nearly punching one in the face, and having to stop Din from breaking one’s arm. The hectic night had shown you that it took less time for him to resort to punching people than it did you.

      “You should have let me break his nose,” he muttered, pouring the glass of whiskey in front of you.

      “We’re still going on about that? He was drunk Romeo.”

      “He touched you without permission.”

      He had you there. “If you broke his nose how long do you think it would have taken them to call the cops on you? Trust me. Better to ignore Wallstreet men.”

      Din scoffed, downing his own drink before pouring another one. “And how would you know to ignore them sweetheart?”

      “I know the type.” What you were really not mentioning was that your ex happened to be the same kind of guy. Wallstreet, suits, big fancy things that used to make you roll your eyes. Why you stayed with him, you’d never know. But you supposed it was because you feared being alone; being by yourself had always terrified you, but he seemed to reinforce that in you.

      Thankfully Din didn’t pressure you, choosing to shove a small bowl of cherries your way. “Want one?”

      “Don’t mind if I do.” Popping one into your mouth you noticed the way he watched your lips as he chewed on one as well.

      “Can you tie the stem in a knot with your tongue?” you asked, already knowing he understood your motive of where you were going, but still curious. The previous topic had brought back the weight on your shoulders and you needed something fun to push it off.

      He smiled, taking the stem from your fingers. “Are you trying to tell me something sweetheart?”

      In response you simply shrugged, putting another stem in your own mouth. You remember being able to do this once awhile ago, but it was during college and back then you’d had practice. Focusing on the stem you tried to push it in place with your tongue, trying not to show that you were struggling, but then as always, the bastard had to one up you. Turning to face him you watched as he pushed the knotted stem out, holding it between his teeth.

      You pulled yours out of your mouth showing that you had knotted it as well, but felt the heat rush down your spine at the sight of the perfect way he had tied his. While you had felt his tongue before and knew for a fact that he was good, this just solidified your theory that he was better than you thought. Granted last night you and him were high off the tension breaking. There wasn’t time for you to focus on the fact that he was incredible with his tongue.

      “Satisfied?” he asked, tossing the stem on the bar.

      Fuck no. You weren’t satisfied, because now you wanted to test out the theory flying in your head. Again, and again. You’d have asked him to do just that, but after two days straight of staying here you needed to go back to your place. Even if it was just to change and grab a bag to keep. Shaking your head, you leaned forward, taking his drink off the bar and downing it in one go, feeling the way his eyes followed your movements.

      “I have to go,” you said.

      “What do you mean?” The look in his eyes told you that he had every intention of making you stay here and you were about ready to take him up on that offer.

      But you had to go back to reality at some point, sadly. “I need to go back to my place. Get a change of clothes, let my friend know I’m still alive. The fun adult stuff.”

      He smiled. “Fun adult stuff huh?”

      “Oh absolutely. It’s incredibly riveting.” Your lips were brushing against his with every word spoken, but you knew that if you allowed him to kiss you there was no way in hell you were actually leaving.

      Thankfully he pulled away, standing and pulling you up with him. “I’ll give you a ride.”

      “You don’t have to do that. I can just get a-”

      His lips molded against yours, rendering you unable to do anything but fall into the kiss and grip your hands into his shirt. It wasn’t a kiss that teased on anything else. No borderline, unadulterated passion. This was him kissing you just to kiss you, and you didn’t think that you’d been on the receiving end of something so incredibly euphoric. A kiss this tender, this slow and sensual should be illegal and yet there he was putting your head into a fog because of it.

      “I’m driving you. Don’t fight me on it sweetheart.”

      You nodded before opening your eyes. “I’d like that.”

      There was nothing else to do for the bar, because Poe had helped with cleaning up before he left. So, Din took your hand as he grabbed both yours and his jackets before picking up the keys to the place. You shoved your arms into the worn leather jacket, watching him lock up the front door with such ease that it was muscle memory at this point. It suddenly occurred to you that this was the first time you’d seen him standing outside his bar. With you of all people. For some reason that brought a smile to your face.

      “You’re smiling,” he said, leading you to the side of the building where bikes were usually lined up.

      “I am.” This time he unlocked the large garage door, revealing two covered vehicles; one which was smaller than the other. You looked at it for a moment, realizing that it happened to be a bike. The memory of him revealing he’d been in a biker gang came back to you and there you were right back to the beginning of the question you’d been holding all night.

      Was the biker gang the reason why no one knew his name?

      There wasn’t time to come up with an answer though because he was pulling the cover back on a black polished Camaro. Your eyes widened at the sight, not really expecting him to have a 1969 Camaro of all things. He seemed to notice your reaction, smiling as he led you towards the door. Meanwhile you wanted to get behind the wheel and figure out how fast this thing could really go.

      “Is this your car?” you asked in disbelief.

      He nodded. “You like it?”

      “This is a 1969 Camaro. Asking me if I like it is like asking me if I like my favorite brand of whiskey.” You watched his mouth part slightly, eyebrows raising as he took in your words.

      “You know what kind of car this is?”

      You ignored the shock in his tone, going to open the door instead. “I have a brother.” That was all you were giving him and he took it, knowing that if you wanted to elaborate you would.

      He started the engine and you nearly sighed with how pretty it sounded, which only made him smile more. If you were being honest, you’d never seen him this carefree. Just you and him in the car as he pulled out of the garage, parking further in the road so he could go back and lock it up again. You opened the window, rolling it down manually and peeking your head outside. The stars were out shining brighter than you’d seen them in awhile and you easily picked out several of the constellations.

      “Did you find the Big Dipper?” he asked, continuing to drive down the street.

      “You know constellations Romeo?”

      “My mom used to pick them out with me when I was younger.” Your heart fluttered at what he said, finally learning a bit more about him than the day before. It seemed to be a slow process with the both of you. Each revealing a piece of yourselves to one another for fear of showing your whole self.

      You turned back to the sky, listening to him play around with the radio until he landed on a David Bowie song. It made you both laugh, memories of that morning coming back to your mind. Just like he asked, you picked out the Big Dipper, then found Orion’s Belt, and so on. Each one shining in the sky. Until you reached Venus and smiled, watching the planet shine brighter than even the moon it seemed.

      “Venus,” you said to him, seeing him pull onto the highway.

      “How is she?”

      “She’s shining very bright tonight.”

      “Good for her.”

      To anyone else the conversation would have seemed odd, talking about the stars as if they were humans, as if they were living breathing things. But to you and him this felt normal. It felt comfortable. You’d never had that before; someone in your life that you could talk about anything with, and you suspected Din was the same way.

      “Turn right off the highway,” you said telling him where to go in order to get to your place, and he followed, the music still going.

      Really you didn’t live that far from the bar, and you could have been home and back in an hour, but if he wanted to know where you lived, he was welcome to. You considered this another way of showing him apart of yourself that he didn’t know yet. He’d shown you his home, the space he was most comfortable and now he would get to see yours. Except you never did feel extremely comfortable in that apartment.

      “Is your friend there?” he asked, noticing how you watched him drive with only one hand. You swore that some things he just did on purpose to get to you.

      “I don’t think so.”

      You knew what he was implying, trying to be subtle in asking, and you found it hilarious. Not funny because it wouldn’t happen, but because you don’t think you’d ever seen Din Djarin so nervous before. His eyes remained on the road the whole time, hand tapping against the wheel whenever he had to make a stop.

      “Everything okay there Romeo?”

      He turned to face you. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

      “You just look nervous.”

      Scoffing, he turned the last corner you pointed to before saying to park in the garage of the apartment building. You knew it was a long shot to get him to admit that, but it was worth the try anyways and besides it’s not like you weren’t as nervous as he was. Really you heart was ready to leap out of your chest at any given moment. He would end up finally seeing your place; the home that wasn’t really your home. The one that made you feel emptier on the inside than any other place you’d been to and you wondered if he’d feel it too.

      He got out barely getting around to your side in time, opening the door for you. If he wanted to be a proper gentleman than you’d happily go back into the car and let him do it again, but he seemed to be happy with just taking your hand. The walk up was quiet, and you hoped that he felt like you. Wracked with nerves in the best way possible, because this was different than the bar. This was outside of the little sanctuary you both made for yourself. Unfamiliar territory that either of you didn’t know what to do with.

      “Usually she stays with her fiancé,” you said, shoving the key into the door.

      What should you say? Welcome to my place? That felt kind of wrong to say since you didn’t particularly pay for all of it. He stepped into the doorway, closing the door behind him and you finally understood what it was that drove him crazy to see you in his place. Here’s the thing about him. Din took up space when he entered a room. He brought attention to him without meaning to; people already knowing that he was the most intimidating man there. It was no different here.

      A normal person would be awkward at first in someone’s home, unsure of what to do, where to go and how to act. But he looked as okay here as he did in his own home. His eyes scanned the area, glancing at the two bookshelves in the living room area, the small television in front of the couch. He even looked around the kitchen, his lips tilting up at the sight of a rose painting that hung on the wall.

      “That’s yours.” He didn’t ask it, didn’t inquire of whether or not he was correct. He said it as if he knew, as if he’d been there when you bought it. A fond memory he kept with him.

      “How did you know that?” you asked, your own smile showing.

      “It feels like you.”

      Your heart sped up, mind racing with just those simple words. It feels like you. He said it almost like he was answering a simple question. As if he’d known the answer all along. This man who you’d only known for almost a month seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. Although you knew how he did it. Knew how he was able to stare at a paining and claim that it was yours, say that it exuded nothing but your energy, because you were able to do the same thing.

      Honestly you should have felt embarrassed for how much you wanted him in that moment, but you couldn’t find the shame in yourself. All you could see was how much you burned for him, how much you needed him to envelop you in his arms. To show you that he truly did know you.

      “Come here,” you whispered, dropping your jacket onto the chair.

      He turned back around to you, eyes clouding with lust the second he saw you begin to unbutton the shirt you wore. There didn’t need to be anything else but the physicality of your actions with him. The understanding that you needed him just as much as he did you. And he came willingly; gripping a hand at the nape of your neck before molding his lips against yours; stealing your breath. This felt different than last night; no burning need to a point of losing each other to your own pleasure. Of just trying to find release in someone because the teasing had gone on for so long.

      This was something more than that. The underlying emotion, the knowledge that you knew each other, that you understood each other better than anyone else could. The unspoken promise of that single word Poe had called you earlier. Something neither of you could bring yourselves to even say let alone think, because it terrified the shit out of you. You dug your hands into his hair, kissing him back for everything you had, trying to show him that you were his without saying it.

      To know is to hold in the heart.

      You replayed those words over and over again in your head. All morning, noon, and night they had been coming back to you as you tried to come to terms with what that meant. But it was this. Of just him being able to see you, to actually see you, beyond what you showed to the world. He knew you before you walked into his life, and he’d know you after you walked out of it, or even if you stayed. He knew you like you knew him. The real Din. Not the one he showed at the bar, or the one he used around people, but the one he showed to you. Din Djarin, your Romeo. Him.

      “Sweetheart,” he breathed against your lips, pulling away before leaning his forehead against yours. “Don’t I get a tour?”

      Of course, he’d say something like this. Something that just made you smile until you couldn’t see yourself stopping anytime soon. Pressing another short kiss to his lips you took his hand in yours, leading him out of the kitchen area and to the rest of the apartment. It wasn’t much. The walls were damaged from previous tenets. The shower had a tendency to switch temperatures randomly, and the bedroom you were in was half the size of his living room, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder as you talked about it.

      “Really it’s a shitty place,” you said, leaning your head back.

      He smiled, kissing your neck. “So, like my bar. Which means you think highly of it.”

      “I don’t think your bar is shitty.” You tried to turn in his arms, but he tightened his hold, smiling into your skin.

      “That’s not what you said the first night.” Ah there he was. Din I’m a dick Djarin. You had missed him for the whole twenty-four hours he’d been gone.

      Elbowing him lightly you managed to face him again. “The Crest has some...decorating issues.” His eyes narrowed, fingers tightening on your waist. “But I think it’s the best place I’ve been to in a long time.”

      “The best place huh?”

      You nodded. “Absolutely. It’s an incredible place. The best bar in the whole of New York city.”

      He tried to fight the smile, but you could see the way his lips twitched. “Do you know what I think sweetheart?”

      “What do you think?”

      “I think you’re full of shit.” Shutting up your remark with a kiss he trailed his hands down to your ass, pulling you closer and slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your mind went fuzzy, but you knew that was exactly what he wanted to accomplish. “But you’re still cute anyways,” he whispered.

      Somehow you stumbled from the living room to the hallway, losing your shirt and pushing his jacket off halfway there until you hit a wall that he could pin you to. Were you in a rush to get him inside you? Yes, in a way you were. But in a way you weren’t, because there didn’t need to be a rush with him. Not when you had time. So, you hooked a leg around his waist and continued to kiss him because you wanted to savor the taste of him. How he felt when he pressed his tongue against yours. How he sounded when you tugged on his bottom lip.

      You wanted to know the intimacy that came with giving yourself over to this man.

      “Hallway or bedroom?” he asked. You knew he’d take you on the floor of this hallway if you gave him the go ahead, and really it sounded appealing. But what was the rush?

      “Bedroom,” you gasped out, feeling his teeth dig into your neck as he pushed himself against you.

      It took five minutes of kissing him until neither of you could breathe, and two minutes more of pulling the remainder of your clothes off, but eventually you made it. Falling back into the bed you watched him crawl his way over you, hooking one of your legs over his forearm. You continued to ask yourself the question of how did he look so good like this? Staring at you as if you were about to give him everything he asked for and more. You blamed it on those eyes of his. The ones that seemed to trap you and before you could surge up and kiss the life out of him a random thought came to your mind. One that had you nearly doubling over with laughter.

      “What’s wrong?” he asked, unable to not smile.

      “Nothing.” Yet that made you laugh harder as you pulled him closer by him chin. “I just-” Another round of giggles. This really wasn’t the time for this, but you couldn’t help that you felt more comfortable around him than anyone. “I just-Fleetwood Mac was right.”

      His eyebrows furrowed, hand coming to your forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

      “I’m fine. I’m talking about their song. Brown Eyes. They were right.” You should have kept your fucking mouth shut. Fleetwood Mac. You had to talk about them right now? When he was naked on top of you and about to rock your world? Seriously? If at all possible, you’d tell him to choke you next time in order for you to keep your thoughts inside your brain.

      “Are you comparing my eyes to that song?” He dropped your leg, choosing to settle comfortably between your legs.

      You nodded. “They’re very...beautiful brown eyes.”

      He didn’t answer, choosing to dip his head down, pressing a line of kisses down your chest. You began to notice he did this a lot. When you began to talk about something you enjoyed about him, something you found worth mentioning, he tried to distract you from it. But you couldn’t be deterred from this. Not when his eyes, the very eyes that you found haunting you, were that powerful just on their own. Bringing his head up again you took another look at them.

      “I’ve always believed the eyes are the windows to the soul.” He snorted, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I know it’s corny and something that everyone says, but just hear me out Romeo.” That seemed to grasp his attention, because he was bringing his eyes back to meet yours, giving you a chance to say whatever was on your mind. “I can tell.”

      “Tell what?” he asked.

      “That your soul has lived a life worth remembering.”

      He reared back, his eyes widening a bit as he took in what you just said. Maybe you’d gone too far, but you had to say it. The first night you met him and saw his eyes you knew that he’d already lived a life that needed to be remembered. One that wasn’t built on having to do something for the sake of living, but one that was just living to live. He built his life around wanting to become a person who his parents would be proud of, without losing the person he was inside. All of that combined together to show through the utterly beautiful brown that you saw every day.

      “Why would you say that?” He posed the question not out of anger, but as if you saying it meant the end of him protecting himself. As if after this moment he’d no longer be able to bar himself from you, because you’d seen too much to go back now.

      You shrugged. “I just had to.”

      He didn’t say anything, because if there was on thing Din was, it was being a man of few words. So, he leaned down capturing your lips in a kiss. You noticed it even before kissing him for the first time; even before allowing yourself to be consumed by him. He showed how he felt through actions rather than words. And that’s what he did.

      Hooking your leg over his forearm again, he sunk into you slowly, deliberately, until you were a shaking mess of nerves. He always managed to render you speechless, but this was more. This was him all at once. His feelings, his thoughts, his actions. An all-consuming force that you fell helpless too, because you wanted to. The thoughts from that morning thankfully stayed away, because they weren’t needed right now. You didn’t need to wonder about what if this was just sex between the two of you, because he had already given you the answer.

      “Din,” you gasped, feeling your walls grip him tighter and forcing him to slip several inches deeper into you.

      “I’ve got you sweetheart.”

      He pulled out, only to push back in just as fast, leaving you breathless and begging for more. It wasn’t slow, wasn’t an act of making love, because even you knew he wouldn’t be able to make love to you. But it was enough. And it’s all you could have asked for at a time like this. He grounded you with his harsh thrusts; making you lose all sense of anything except him with his kisses.

      “Fuck,” he rasped out. “Always saying things that make me wonder how you’re an angel.” His hips slapped against yours; his arm pulling your leg up more until it practically rested on his shoulder.

      “Din,” you cried out, gripping onto his shoulders. “Shit baby. You’re so perfect.” Really you didn’t have any control over your words at this moment, because he had wrapped his arm around your leg and was toying with your clit.

      His head dropped to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to thrust into you until the bed was shaking. Each stroke brushing against what you knew would completely leave you boneless afterwards. You wanted to kiss him, but couldn’t find it in you to do anything but continue to whisper praises to him. Of how he made you feel good, how he knew how to make you speechless, of how he was so deep inside you. And he returned your praises with moans that had you clenching around him.

      “I’m not going to last,” he grunted out, pinching your clit and sending your hips into his.

      He wrapped an arm around your waist, nearly bringing you off the bed as he continued his movements, barely pulling out and choosing to just focus his angle on that small earth-shattering spot inside you. Your toes curled, hand gripping the hair at the nape of his neck and the other crumpling the sheet in your fist. He moved so fast that the bed was knocking lightly against the wall, and had your eyes rolling back. One more pinch of your clit and you were done for. With a shout of his name, you felt the white-hot explosion of your release shoot down your spine as you soaked him.

      “Oh fuck.” He bit down on whatever he could reach, thrusting into you three more times before you felt him shudder through his release. Your name cried out as he coated your walls in him, causing you to moan from the warmth of it.

      You couldn’t move, and you knew that if you said that he’d practically burst with pride. But it was true. He had made you orgasm so hard that your legs felt like liquid. He lowered it back to the bed, pulling out of you with a hissed-out curse before collapsing on top of you. Normally you’d have complained that he was heavy and that he was crushing you under his weight, but right now it felt more like a comfort than anything else.

      “Are you awake?” he asked, kissing his way up your neck till his reached your lips again.

      You hummed in response, running a hand through his hair. “I’m awake. Just very...satisfied.”

      Just as you thought, his eyes lit up with pride, lips curling into a small smile.

      “Don’t let it get to your head Romeo.” You pushed your head into his shoulder, letting out a sigh at the feeling of him practically suffocating you underneath him. Really all you needed was for someone to lay on you sometimes, and this felt like heaven.

      “I should clean you off.”

      You shook your head, letting out a whine. “You’re comfortable.”

      ��Where’s your bathroom?”

      Much to your disappointment he pulled away, getting to his feet. Your eyes opened to see him staring between your spread legs where there was no doubt that his cum was leaking out steadily and just to mess with him you opened up more. Why not give him a sight he’d really enjoy? Seeing the internal debate in his eyes, you knew that he was seconds away from crawling back and having a taste, but he groaned, turning away.

      “That wasn’t fair,” he said before opening your bedroom door.

      You laughed. “Says the person who ate me out on the floor of his kitchen last night, because he couldn’t be patient enough to get me to a bed.”

      “Shut up,” he yelled back.

      Laughing more you threw an arm up, spreading out on the bed and making yourself comfortable. You forgot how much you missed your sheets; the soft fabric one that you splurged on when you first moved in here. The sound of water running let you know where he was, but then to your horror you heard something else. No. Oh fuck no. You nearly jumped off the bed, grabbing his shirt and throwing it over your body before practically sprinting out to the hallway.

      The door opened and you froze meeting the eyes of your friend. She furrowed her brows at the sight of you in a halfway buttoned up shirt, before her eyes widened and her lips split into a shit eating smile. How were you going to explain that you came home and fucked your, not so much a boyfriend here? The ideas ran through your head as you stood there and it’s as if the universe was getting you back for what happened this morning with Poe.

      “Sweetheart, I think your sink is-” Like a fucking comedy skit was happening, Din walked up behind you...naked as the day he was born.

      Your friend’s eyes grew wide as she glanced down at him, before looking back at you. “Y/N?” she asked.

      There were no words. You didn’t have anything except maybe an apology for accidentally making her see his dick? Honestly if you could sink through the floor you would. Leave here, change your name, and never come back. First Poe hears you and him this morning and now your friend sees him fully naked and coming out of the bathroom after you two just... This day couldn’t have gotten any better.

      “Liv this is...” You paused, not sure if you should tell her his name. After all, if what Paz said earlier was true then no one knew his name, and you didn’t know if he wanted her to know.

      Except then he stepped closer to you, blocking his body with yours. “Din.”

      Your heart sped up at that. He just told her his name. The same name that took you weeks to find out. All because he didn’t want you to have to give her the nickname you kept calling him...all to help you. If you were alone you would drag him back to the bedroom to give him another round, but Liv was currently smiling at him. She greeted him, reaching forward for a handshake that had to be more awkward than how you felt.

      “Nice to meet you Din. I don’t think I’ve heard much about you.” She glanced in your direction.

      “He’s the owner of the bar...the one I-”

      “Work at.” She nodded. Good thing you had left her a long message about where you were and what was going on, so she wasn’t fully clueless.

      She smiled at him again, and you could see the way she tried to make this more comfortable. “I’ll just be in my room. Again, nice to meet you Din.”

      You waved by at her willing yourself not to scream and run out of the apartment, and it was only when you heard her door shut, the lock turning as well, did you practically collapse into him. He however ended up laughing so hard that he was shaking you with him. He really found the fact that your friend had seen him naked and knew exactly what you were doing, hilarious.

      “I can’t believe that fucking happened,” you groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. “First Poe and now her.”

      He turned you in his arms, pulling your hands away. “What happened with Poe?”

      “He uh...heard us this morning.” Maybe saying it faster would make him not hear it, but he still caught your words, letting out another laugh. You shouldn’t have felt annoyed. Should have laughed along with him, but he just seemed too happy that this happened. Too okay with it.

      “Well Romeo I didn’t know you had an exhibitionism kink,” you muttered, shoving at his shoulders lightly.

      His smile turned into a smirk as he yanked you closer, bringing his lips down to your ear. “Careful sweetheart. I’d fuck you in a bar full of people if that’s what it took for them to know you’re mine.”

      You’re pretty sure you gasped, but the rush of heat through your body counteracted you actually hearing it. Why the fuck did that make you so hot? As if he was giving you the option to actually do it. To know you’re mine. His. He considered you his. That was the thing that completely left you floundering for words until you were just opening and closing your mouth.

      “You-I-you need to stop doing that.” You stepped back, needing a second to clear your head before you rode him on the floor of your kitchen.

      “Doing what?”

      “Saying shit like that. I can’t think afterwards and then all I want to do is-”

      You saw it. The way his smirk turned to a smile, eyes once again lighting up with the mischief and that’s when you knew...he got you. He had fucked with you again to a point of leaving you in a puddle at his feet, which is exactly what he wanted. You opened your mouth to say something, but for some reason you were proud.

      “Did you mean it?” you asked, wanting so badly to get back at him.

      He cocked an eyebrow at you. “I need more than that.”

      “Would you fuck me in a bar full of people to show them that I’m yours?” You tilted your head, glancing down at his uncovered cock, now half hard again from you pushing against it. “It does sound appealing.”

      Bingo.

      His eyes narrowed, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as he pushed you back until you were shoved against the counter. You couldn’t stop smiling, knowing that you pushed his buttons again this much, and you could see he knew what you were doing. But with the way he dug his cock into your stomach, you also knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea either.

      “If you want me to, just ask baby,” he said lowly.

      That’s where you stuttered and he knew he had you. Fuck. You were so close to getting to him; so close to making him come undone just like he did you. Except he always had to put in his last play, his last few words that had you gaping like a fish out of water.

      His lips lowered to yours. “Now. I’d fuck you on this counter so your friend can know I’m yours, but I don’t think you want her to hear us.”

      Your eyes fluttered shut, the shuddered breath you took nearly wracking your body. “I don’t need her to know that your-”

      “Yes, you do. I saw how you reacted when she saw me naked.” You hated how he was right every fucking time. Because he was right. You didn’t like how she gaped at him while he stood behind you naked. She’s your friend, but that was only for you to see and he had caught on which is why...he covered himself with you.

      Dropping your hand, you wrapped it around his length. “Din,” you whined.

      His head fell onto your shoulder when you swiped your thumb over the tip of him, sliding his precum down the length of him to pump him easier. Muttered curses and grunts fell from his lips as you pumped him. It had to be quick, because you knew he couldn’t stay no matter how much you wanted him to, but you’d make it filthy. Just for him.

      Bringing your hand back up you spit into it lewdly, knowing that he’d brought his head up to watch before you brought it back to his length, continuing what you were doing. A groan of your name left his lips as he bucked into your hand when you twisted your wrist. He was a mess, just from your hand, and you’d never felt like you held more power over him. The sight of him like this, only for you. Your Romeo, whining your name into your neck as he thrusted into your fist.

      “You going to cum for me baby?” you cooed in his ear, feeling the way he shuddered at your words.

      He nodded unable to do more than moan again and you brought your other hand down to fondle his balls. You knew you’d hear about this later from Liv, but right now you couldn’t give a shit. Not when he breathed out your name against your lips; his eyebrows pulling tight when he reached his peak. A grunt of your name echoed in the kitchen as he spilled over your hand, continuing to thrust into it until he was spent and gripping at your wrist to pull you away.

      “Satisfied?” he asked with a sated smile.

      You hummed, bringing your hand up lick his cum off and meeting his eyes while you did it. “You taste delicious,” you said, mimicking what he said last night. But it was still the truth. His taste was purely and utterly him.

      He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, grabbing the towel off the counter beside you and cleaning himself off, and the mess from earlier off of you.

      “I have to go,” he said, the words tinged with disappointment. You knew he did the second he drove you home. The bar couldn’t be left alone, but still you wanted him to stay. Wanted him to wake up with you again.

      Except you knew that one night apart would do you some good. Two days together would do, and when you pulled him in for another kiss you tried to show him that. Show him that you’d miss him not being there when you woke up. The feeling something that you’d already grown to enjoy. You showed him that you’d see him tomorrow, and the next day if he wanted it.

      “Early tomorrow?” you asked.

      He shook his head. “Come in later.”

      “Are you sure?” You really didn’t mind coming in the morning; the routine one that you’d grown used to after several weeks.

      “I’ve got to take care of something before you get there.”

      If he wanted you to know he’d tell you, so you simply nodded, watching as he pulled on his clothes and grabbed his keys. Meanwhile you continued to sit on the counter, waiting for him to come back to you. Music came from Liv’s room which means that she most definitely heard what happened and the heat rushed to your cheeks, realizing that you had lost control a bit. Jealousy never really had been something you got, but then you met him and well, a lot of things changed.

      “Have a good night Romeo,” you said, walking him to the door.

      He gripped your neck again, kissing you until you were leaning against the door for support. “I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart.”

      “Tomorrow,” you whispered. “Say goodnight to Venus for me.”

      Din smiled, stepping out into the hall of your building. “Say goodnight to the moon for me.”

      “Oh, I’m sure she’s out there waiting for you to show up...Starman.”

      He snorted shoving his hands into his pockets. “Goodnight.”

      “Goodnight.”

      You waited until he disappeared from your view, the smile never fading from your lips. Tomorrow. You’d see him tomorrow. Shutting the door, you tried to wipe the dazed look from your face, the delicious ache between your thighs growing as you walked back to the kitchen. Except then you saw her leaning against the frame of the hallway, her eyebrow raised and a smile on her face.

      “Tell me everything. Now.”

      Well fuck.

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[alolowrites]

Midnight Fantasies

Summary: Shinsou reminds you why you’ll always love him. 

Song Inspiration: “Repeat After Me” by The Weeknd

Author Note: *gasp* Did I actually post a new story and it’s NSFW?!? Crazy, I know. I’m honestly surprised it’s not Bakugou doing the honors LMAO. It’s my first attempt writing a NSFW fic, so I am nErVoUs ahsdksjd. I really like how it turned out; y’all can thank The Weeknd for this.

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. PLS. 

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters; Fem!Reader; Oral Sex (Female receiving); some basic, vanilla, sex tbh (baby steps y’all). Unprotected sex (whoops); Slight angst?? I’m sorry, I had to. Not sure if im missing something else....

Word Count: 1.6K+

3:16am

A tiny flame burns quietly on your bedside table, casting a glow on your whimpering face. You sink further into the silky pillows and close your eyes—his sinful touches are heavenly. They are the cure to the madness that was eating you alive the last few nights. But tonight, oh, tonight is different as strong hands roam along your body, treasuring each curve like a precious gift sent from above.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers curling on the soft covers that probably won’t survive once the morning sun rises. But you don’t care as you feel his lips explore every inch of your bare shoulder. He moves toward your lovely neck and nips it softly, making you whine. A deep chuckle tickles by your ear as he hovers over you.

His left knee wedges in between your legs and grazes the dangerously wet panties. You moan, your hand clinging on his sculpted back muscles like a koala. He then grinds himself down on you, and your fingers dig into his thick skin. Oh, how he enjoys riling you up like this. You roll your hips to satisfy the pleasure burning inside your core.

“Fuck, Hitoshi…”

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his hot breath blowing against your heated skin. Shinsou gives you a chaste kiss, whispering, “Just relax. Let me take care of you tonight.”

A shudder runs down your spine—you yearned for this.

Shinsou listens to your body very carefully. He lets all the desperate squirms, the excited jolts, the heavy pants guide him on this long, sensual journey. You arch your back as Shinsou moves down, his lips leaving behind a blazing trail of kisses.

Breathy moans fill the room as the hemline of your satin nightdress rises up, exposing your ass. One of Shinsou’s palms greedily gropes it, amazed at how soft and delectable it feels. You pant harder as the hand travels south, the pace so agonizingly slow that your body is on fire. He stops and grips the thin fabric of your panties. You gaze at him, heart pounding when lustful eyes stare back at you.

They are like dark storm clouds ready to ravage the world—or in this case, you. A devious smile graces his lips as the panties slide off your legs and are tossed away, never to be seen again. You yelp when he pulls you closer to him, his face disappearing in between your legs. The anticipation grows as you feel him leave ghostly kisses along your inner thighs, waiting for those deadly lips to—

“S-shit,” you cry quietly, eyes shutting for a moment.

Shinsou’s tongue gives a teasing flick on your clit. He grins and licks around the swollen area, peppering it with kisses as well. You squirm on the bed and release another shaky breath. Shinsou wastes no time sucking your wet cunt, his mouth savoring the sweet taste dripping out your quivering hole.

A broken gasp rips through the air when his thumb circles on your clit. It moves at a steady rhythm, and you ride along with it, panting heavily the quicker he goes. You don’t want it to stop—not when the pleasure is so damn addicting, making your toes curl. Shinsou then sucks on the sweet spot, hard, and you moan louder.

“Oh, god, yes,” you chant like a broken record. One hand grips his messy hair, and you shiver when he grunts. Your hand has a mind of its own, pushing his face deeper to keep that friction going. “Fuck, more.”

And Shinsou obliges, devouring your throbbing pussy like a starved man. You simply buck your hips against his mouth and dig your fingers on his scalp until it bleeds. Shinsou holds you in place, the filthy sounds of his tongue pushing you over the edge. You keep hanging until it’s all too much and cry out in pure ecstasy, the waves rippling down your body.

Shinsou finally comes up for air, his chin dripping with that sweet cum of yours. He wastes no precious time capturing your lips that are dying for his attention. You fully surrender to him without hesitation, letting the man’s tongue dance inside your mouth. The blended taste of your honeyed cum and his saliva—an intense, rich flavor of ripe raspberries—overwhelms all of your senses.

You pull back when Shinsou grinds himself against you once more. That’s when you feel his large cock bulging through his boxers, teasing you to no end. He shifts a little, and the bed groans. Through half-lidded eyes, you whimper at the sight of Shinsou pumping his hard rock shaft, a bit of pre-cum dripping from the head. It playfully brushes your wet folds, but you can’t wait any longer.

You just can’t.

“Please, Hitoshi,” you beg, not bothering to hide the desperation cracking in your voice. “Please, I—hngh.”

Shinsou squeezes your hips, almost encouraging you to say it. “Tell me.”

“I-I need you,” you quiver. “P-Please, I—”

Your mouth parts with a silent cry when Shinsou sinks his cock. He hisses a bit, feeling the spongy warm walls stretch around him. You mewl as he fills you up, slowly and with great care. The sensation is new yet oddly familiar and satisfies that intense hunger you had the past few nights. You shut your eyes and bite your lip—Shinsou feels amazing, the thick girth of his twitching inside your pussy.

Shinsou’s thumb caresses across your cheek, and you look at him. With a slight nod, Shinsou begins rocking you, the bed creaking with each move. His hips roll like the gentle ocean waves under a clear night sky. There’s no rush, no hurry; Shinsou wants to cherish every single second inside you, and he relishes your lovely moans filling the air.

You wrap one leg around his waist, and he holds onto it with a vice grip. Shinsou soon crashes his entire weight on you as his forearm rests near your face. He groans when your pussy clenches tightly on him.

“That’s right,” Shinsou grunts near your ear, giving you a firm thrust for good measure. “You don’t love him. Not when you’re thinking of me, kitten. Not when I’m fucking you.”

“M’fuck, Toshi!” You cling to him as Shinsou continues to rock you deeper and deeper, his pace pounding you into oblivion. “Oh god, yes…yes…”

He’s hitting you just right, over and over again, with no sign of stopping. You drown yourself in the sea of immense desire. Suddenly you’re captivated with everything Shinsou does to you. It’s his ragged breaths that scorch your skin like a raging wildfire. It’s his massive muscles that mercilessly crushes you into the mattress, trapping you there with no hope of escape. It’s his fingers—rough and enormous—that selfishly claim your skin, reminding you that you belong to him.

At least for tonight.  

You gaze into his eyes, raging with lust.

“Repeat after me,” Shinsou rasps in between each breath. “You don’t love him.”

“I...I don’t love him.”

“You love me.”

You nod, mouth trembling. “I love you, Hitoshi.”

Shinsou lets out a feral growl at your final words—words of affirmation that you both know to be true. They make him go wild, each of his thrusts more maddening than the last. You cry harder and dig into his tensed shoulders as Shinsou ravages you like no tomorrow. Yet, he holds onto his promise, and that is satisfying you tonight.

The pleasure builds rapidly throughout your body. You can feel it bubbling inside you, thrashing like waves during a stormy sea. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth opens wide, singing incoherent praises to Shinsou as he rides you through your orgasm. He holds you with all his strength when his own fervid release hits you seconds later.

Shinsou heaves loudly above you, sweat beads rolling down his forehead. His eyes never waver away from yours, admiring your flushed face. It’s beautiful, perfect even. You forgot how much Shinsou looks at you with such devotion that you break down crying.

“Hey,” he says, whispering your name. His thumb wipes a few tears from your cheek, and you flutter your gaze at him again. “It’s okay. You don’t have to cry.”

“I miss you, Hitoshi,” you croak, the tears raining down your face. “Fuck, I miss you so much.”

A faint smile barely reaches his eyes.

“I miss you, too,” he confesses, and you hear the regret flowing through his voice. Still, Shinsou fights through and swears: “But, I promise you will always be mine, okay? You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“Okay,” you sniffle and gaze into his eyes.

You believe him with all your heart.

Shinsou reaches down and captures your lips once last time. The kiss holds a wistful longing for the old days of your enthralling relationship—the ups and downs, the highs and lows, the absolute blessings and worst mistakes imaginable, it all meshed perfectly together to create this messy mosaic called love. And Shinsou burns this into the depths of your soul where you feel it.

You absolutely feel it.

Shinsou buries his head into the crook of your neck, and you hold him, afraid to let him go. You wish to remain like this forever, sleeping peacefully in each other's arms. So you close your eyes and pray he won’t disappear.

But nothing stays forever. Shinsou’s familiar warmth and crushing weight slip through your grasp, becoming more like faded memories that float inside your head. You open your eyes and release a deep sigh—you’re alone again. All tired, sweaty, and wet, especially as you remove your fingers from your soaked pussy.

No other man could satisfy you; Shinsou made sure of that. He reminds you every single night, haunting your fantasies whether you’re getting off on your own or fucking with the new guy who wormed his way into your life. And you, as always, scream for Shinsou—discreetly or without shame.

Because you’ll always think of him. You’ll always fuck him. And you’ll always love him, repeating those words with your last dying breath.

Love is complicated, y’all. And yes, I couldn’t resist doing a little ~twist~ for the ending HA! 

Thanks for reading!! 

[buckyownsmylife]

when i’m moving on - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where despite your engagement to King Steve, your bond with his brother is too strong to be ignored.

Warnings:  Smut, dirty talk, royal au, kind of cheating, it depends on what’s your view on arranged medieval weddings, oral (f), masturbation (f), overstimulation, crying during sex, pleasing kink, cum eating, teasing, this one isn’t focused on the social construct of virginity, unprotected sex, reader isn’t as innocent in this one, cumplay?, slight daddy kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, Bucky can cum A LOT, swear words, kinda breeding kink?, Pregnancy talk at least, conversation about partner’s lovers

A/N: This is sort of a part 2 to this fic, an AU of an AU, if you will. In this one, you lose your virginity to Bucky the night before of your wedding, meaning, the night before of the first fic.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

       “If you were the one that was getting married to me… What would you do, then?” Those words traveled across my mind and body, raising goosebumps as my eyes burned the flesh of the woman before me.        “Careful, Your Majesty,” I warned her, knowing that the reminder of her future title could very well wake her up from this daydream we were currently about to fall into. “These are dangerous waters you’re about to dip in. You need to be 100% sure of what you’re asking me, because whenever I’m around you… I hang on by a very loose thread.” I watched as she shivered, her breaths coming out in labored puffs now, much like my own. I could feel my chest heaving, almost as if I had battled a whole battalion to be standing in front of the woman I loved.        “Show me, Bucky,” she whispered just as she approached me, her head dipped up to look me in the eye. “I want to drown in you.” I had always found amusement in just how short she was in comparison to me, but right now, I felt no desire to laugh. Before I could even second chance myself, I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine. An explosion of sweetness invaded my senses, her scent everywhere, engulfing me. My hands quickly found a place between her locks, pulling her even closer to me, not minding that by the proximity she would realize just how much I desired her. When her mouth opened, accepting my own’s intrusion, she moaned at the invasion and I knew then and there that I couldn’t let her go, even if she wanted me to. It was that thought that startled me, making me abruptly separate our faces just so I could try to talk some sense into either of us.       “Tell me I should stop. Please. Tell me you don’t want this.” I begged, not sure if what I wanted was for her to do as I said or to ignore me completely. Her eyes looked even bigger than usual, her pupils blown wide as she stared up at me, wet bruised lips reminding me of the assault that I had just overtaken against them.       “Please… don’t stop.” No more words were needed. I could see then and there that she wanted this, that, somehow, she wanted me just as much as I did. Only a fool wouldn’t make the best out of the opportunity to have this goddess in their arms, to feel her breath against their skin, to touch her and burn from her warmth. And I admit I had many flaws, but I had never been a fool. Slowly, I laid her down on her bed, fully conscious she was the most precious thing that I had ever held. Her arms came up to hug me then, pushing me down against her. My cock felt painful against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but press it against her, taking advantage of the space she had granted me between her legs.       She broke our kiss with a gasp followed by a moan and if I wasn’t already hard, that would have done it. A growl escaped my chest as I took up the opportunity to kiss from her lips to her jaw, making my way to her neck, loving how her sweet smell was even more present just behind her ear. “I’m going to have you screaming by the end of the night” I warned her quietly, eliciting a whimper from her luscious lips. It was so easy to forget that this woman was more than ten years younger than me, especially since she carried herself with such dignity, but now that I had her here, trapped under my body, I couldn’t help but notice how tiny and delicate she actually was. Something primal, instinctual rose from deep within me, making its way to my chest until it had wrapped itself around my heart and taken control over me. “I’m gonna taste you all over,” were my last words before I had wrapped my hands on the fabric of her dress and torn it to shreds.       The skin that became visible to me almost made me lose whatever was left of my control. She was all silk and honey, so soft to the touch and so warm it almost made me cry out in ecstasy. I could barely believe that it was real, that this was happening, and I gave her one last deep kiss before starting my exploration of her body with my lips. I sucked a hickey on her throat, determined to leave a mark that would force her to remember this, to remember me if she ever decided to ignore that we had ever lost ourselves to temptation. But this new, possessive part of me was not sated by the mark left behind. And so I made another one, right between her collarbones. And another one, just over her right breast. And then my mouth was on her nipple and I was sucking, hard enough to make her gasp again, pulling at my locks but chasing me away with her chest, letting me know that she liked this ritual I was dedicating towards her skin, her body.       I kissed my way between both breasts, making sure to leave another mark behind, before dedicating the same attention to her left nipple. My eyes locked with hers momentaneously, before she threw her head back in a moan provoked by my tugging and pulling. I returned to the other nipple, now completely pebbled from my previous attention, dedicating it once more, making sure to leave bite marks all over the precious skin, repeating the same pattern with the second one until she whimpered underneath me. “Please…” She pleaded, all logical thought escaping in her current state of desire.       “Tell me what you want, My Majesty,” I ironically ordered, completely conscious that I would never be able to deny any of her wishes.       “I want you… I need you… Please, Bucky,” she begged, and damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing I had ever heard.       “Your wish is my command, my queen,” I complied, kissing my way down her body until my lips found her excuse of an undergarment. The material was already completely glued to the lines of her pussy, which glistened even from under the lace tissue. “Ah, you’re already soaked,” I teased, carefully peeling away her panties before spreading her legs to my sight once more.       “I always am whenever I’m around you,” she whispered and I froze. Catching her eyes once more, I acknowledged the pure lust in the brown hues I had grown to love so much, finally admitting that it was possible that she had dreamt about this just as much as I had.       “You fucking little tease,” I growled, diving in to eat her out like the starved man I was for her. “You taste like fucking candy, did you know?” I moaned against her clit, indulging myself in that incredible cum I had only dreamt of lapping.       It didn’t take much longer for her thighs to begin quivering, signaling her approach to her orgasm. I locked eyes with her once more as I tongue-fucked her furiously, making sure my nose bumped on her engorged clit, and I allowed myself to enjoy the show as she reached her high, never stopping my actions. As her breathing calmed down, she looked at me once more and I could only give her a knowing smile, sucking her clit to my mouth again. “The things I want to do to you, darling girl…” I pondered, still cleaning her up with my lips, swallowing her cum down my throat. “I hope you are prepared, because what I have planned for you… What I have dreamt of doing for all this time… It’s going to take all night.”       I put one finger inside of her then, only teasing her hole, knowing I was getting her frustrated. Still, it didn’t take long for her to reach that high again, coming against my face as I once more drank all she had to offer. “I hope you’re not tired yet, my darling…” I warned her, filling her up with another finger. She whimpered, certainly sensitive from her previous orgasms, but I paid no attention. There was no way I would stop before she was completely and utterly destroyed for any other man who would possibly desire her, especially my brother.       With two fingers and my tongue forever drawing patterns against her clit, I made her come again. She was panting now, her body covered in a tight layer of sweat I would gladly lick from her if I wasn’t already on the edge of my own limit. Quickly, I pushed one last finger into her, trying to ease her into the thickness as best as her unused pussy allowed. “C’mon, baby. Give me one more.” She sobbed at the feelings coursing through her body as I neared her to another orgasm. “One more. Just this one and you can have my cock.”       She bit her lip, trying to focus her attention on me once more. “C’mon, baby girl. I know you can do this. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me? Be a good girl and come over my fingers, darling.” She finally let go with a scream I was certain would alert the guards to our less than pure actions inside the bedroom. I moaned, appreciating her taste on my lips once more as she spasmed around me from aftershocks of yet another orgasm. Still dripping from her wetness, I detached myself from her and slowly took off my shirt, carefully watching my queen as she slowly relaxed against the mattress. Before long, she grew restless again, moving around to find me staring back at her, my fist slowly pumping my fully grown cock.       Her tiny tongue came out to wet her lips then and I watched with my head tilted as she focused on my slow movements. “Do you want this?” I asked, hand still tightly wrapped around my member. She nodded, but I only chuckled. “That’s not enough, Y/N. Do you want this?” I repeated, more forcefully tugging myself, now.       “Yes. Please.” She breathed out and, like an hungered animal, I crawled into the bed and forced myself between her legs. “Good girl,” I whispered between her lips before I dove into her open mouth, feeling like I could swallow her whole. My cock, which was resting just over her belly, slowly traveled down until it found its resting place, and, pushing in, I groaned as I was met with the warmest, tightest, sweetest torture I could ever have found. “Fuck,” I cursed, trying to get a grip and not fully blow my load so soon. Soft fingers caressed my cheek and I opened my eyes, surprised, finding sweet bright ones staring back at me with adoration.       “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, our eyes connected, a cute, almost shy smile on her beautiful lips. I wetted my lips, not capable of formulating some sort of answer, just transfixed by the perfection of the woman under me. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she admitted and I faltered and my heart skipped a beat. Still unable to formulate any sort of response, I simply leaned down and captured her lips with mine, parting them in a slow dance that was the only way I had of transmitting what my heart and mind couldn’t yet grasp in the heaviness of the moment.       Slowly, testingly, I moved so that I had almost pulled out of her, still unable to disconnect our lips, quickly pushing all the way inside of her again, bottoming out. She broke our kiss to gasp, an attempt to catch her breath I quickly obstructed, as I sped up my thrusts to forcefully plow her against the bed. She screamed again, almost deafening me as I tried to leave even more marks in the crook of her neck and I reluctantly pulled away from her skin to look down at her fucked face with heavy eyelids.       “Does that feel good, baby girl? Huh? Do you like it when I do this? Do you like it when I fuck you against your mattress?” She nodded, incapable of speaking as her mouth hang open and her eyes were closed, her body fully slack against the bed as I used her as a sex doll. “I have never fucked a better pussy in my entire life, doll,” I admitted, punctuating each word with a forceful thrust. “Say my name, Y/N,” I begged, forcing her to look at me by her jaw. “Say my fucking name, doll.”       Our eyes connected, she came again, screaming my name as her pulsing tunnel milked me inside of her. I had never come so hard in my entire life. Spent, I allowed my body to relax on top of hers as I tried to catch my breath, my cock still inside her. Slowly, I gathered my energy just enough to notice that she was caressing my back, holding me against her. “I’m too comfortable to move,” I warned her, to which she giggled.       “You can stay here,” she hugged me before abandoning my skin to play with my hair instead.       “That fucking bastard,” I groaned, almost laughing at the pure hate I felt coursing through my veins.       “Who?” She asked, abruptly interrupting her movements.       “Steve,” I spoke, noticing how she deflated for a bit before resuming her caresses on my scalp. “I can’t believe he has the privilege of being able to marry you,” I explained, depositing kisses across her shoulder.       “I have no recollection of a Steve in my memory,” she pondered after a few minutes of silence. “Maybe you’ve fucked him out of my conscience?” I laughed, lightly biting her in a warning. “But seriously, James…” She pulled me to look at her in the eyes. “In all that counts, I’m yours. I’ve been yours since I got out of that carriage and you said hello to me. Politics aside, you’re the one I would like to marry. In my heart, I belong to you.”       Warmth and happiness filled my body as I took in her words, searching her eyes for any sign of confusion and finding none. I took her lips with mine once again, kissing her with all that I had. Eventually, I became aware of the quenching sounds coming from our still joined parts. I separated myself from her just enough to observe as my cock slowly left her wet pussy, enthralled by the mixture of our cums pouring out of her. Hypnotized, I pushed the white liquid inside of her once more, paying no attention to her whimper at the sudden intrusion of my fingers, despite the fact that she tried to close her thighs to stop me from taking further advantage of her.       “Stop,” I slapped the outside of her thigh, trying to catch a glimpse of my lost heaven once more. “Open your legs again,” I ordered, but when she didn’t obey, I looked up to find her chewing on her bottom lip, looking at me with a pensive look on her face. “I am warning you, little girl,” I threatened, towering over her. “You may become a queen tomorrow, but tonight I am still your prince and you owe me some respect.” Her eyes glinting with a mischievous smile, she let her legs separate just enough for me to force them open, slapping the inside of her thigh this time. “Keep your legs open or you will be punished, baby girl,” I warned her, already climbing down to observe the mess we had made closer.       “Yes, daddy,” came her answer and I stopped my movements abruptly to see that she was still giving me the same look, paired with a teasing smile that made me groan as I resumed my path.       “You are going to be the death of me,” I mumbled underneath my breath, to which she laughed. Looking at her abused cunt, I scooped up some of the cum and pushed it inside of her once more, appreciating the filthy sound that it created. It made up my mind, suddenly throwing myself by her side and pulling her up to her knees. “Come here,” I called, but she didn’t move, eyeing me warily. “Come here,” I reiterated, “I need a taste, please.”       She finally did as I said, slowly crawling up my body until her pussy was just over my waiting lips. So much wetness had gathered already that it dripped onto her thighs and onto my open mouth and I moaned at the taste. “We taste so good together,” I licked my lips before opening my mouth again and pulling her to me, making her gasp in surprise. I fucked her with my tongue, controlling her movement by the cheeks of her ass, during what felt like hours of pure bliss. I didn’t want to stop to gather my breath. I would drown on her essence if I could.       “Fuck, James!” She moaned, her fingers pulling on my hair as if it was a handle. I liked the slight ardor that came with it, and so I ate her out more energetically. “J-James, I don’t think I can…”       I groaned, pulling her to me even more, relishing in the sopping sounds of her pussy as I ate her out. “Don’t even. Come on, my queen. I just want to keep your taste on my lips. You don’t even need to come, just sit on my face and let me eat you out.”       “O-ok,” she whispered, finally relaxing on top of me. I let one of my hands caress the extent of her body until I could hold one of her breasts, smiling as her eyes caught mine as I stared at her from my position between her legs.       “Good girl,” I encouraged her, appreciating the cute sheepish look on her face at my praise. I still couldn’t believe I was able to cause such a reaction from her just from my words. “If you could only look at yourself now…” I mused, a moan escaped her lips after I sucked on her clit.       “You said you wouldn’t make me cum again…” She pulled on my hair, but I could see by the way she threw her head back that she was enjoying herself, despite the sensitivity.       “I never said that. I said you don’t have to come. I never said I wouldn’t keep on trying.” I pulled away from her to laugh at her whine but resumed my lazy stokes on her pussy with my tongue as she looked at me with hazy eyes. The eye connection made our actions that much more intimate, and I had to chuckle as I felt Y/N’s thighs quivering again. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” I teased, but any humor from the situation escaped me as she nodded, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth before throwing her head back, gasping as she moved to fuck my mouth. “Fuck this shit,” I growled, pushing her away to lay her down on the bed again before manhandling her to turn her around, slightly raising her hips before forcing her legs open with my knees.       “How are you still horny?” She mused after her scream of surprise echoed around the room.       “Have you seen yourself naked?” That was all I could say before I pushed into her again, carefully. I knew that she was sensitive, I could see how red and puffy her poor abused cunt was, but I simply could not hold myself back. After making sure that she was adjusted to my cock, I started pounding her like the dirty little whore I now knew she was. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t like this.”       “I-I can’t!” Was her sole response.       “Then shut up and fucking take it, sweetheart.” Her hands scrambled to take a hold of her silk sheets and I growled at the sight of the love of my life underneath me, trembling with the desire that I had granted her. I leaned down to kiss her back, making sure to leave indentations that would surely bruise for days to come, even if she wouldn’t be able to see them. It didn’t take much for her to cum again, squeezing my dick and forcing my own orgasm into her once more.       “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” I cursed as I thrusted into her a few more times, making sure all of my white cream was being pushed further inside of her. But I couldn’t resist much longer, and after a few seconds my arms gave out from under me, dropping me on top of her. She giggled, trying to push me away so she could look me in the eyes again.       “Can you imagine if you got pregnant with my child?” The idea had been dancing around in my brain since I first felt her snugly around me, but I don’t know what prompted me to interrupt the silence that had fallen between us in the aftermaths of our desire. Her beautiful eyes - that I had been carefully watching me during that silence - grew big at the implications of what I was pondering, but she didn’t seem scared. “Do you think that would make them allow us to be together?” Her expression softened at the last question. She raised a hand to caress my cheek that I absentmindedly kissed, expecting her to find a way to let me down easily. However, to my surprise, that wasn't what happened.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

       “You know they’d find a way to pin the child down to Steve.” I watched as he closed his eyes, trying to hide the defeat in them. He already knew what I would say, he just didn’t want it to be true. But there was something that I could say to make him feel better, and that he hadn’t anticipated. “Besides, I don’t need a kid to attach me to you.” He didn’t understand what I meant, but it intrigued him. He sat up on the bed, and I mirrored his position.        “You’re already mine and I’m already yours. You’re my person. I won’t let them take you away from me.” I ran my fingers through his hair and he leaned into my touch.        “You mean…” I cut him off with a nod.        “If Steve can have his, why can’t I have mine? Everyone knows he’ll continue to sleep around. I don’t care how many lovers he maintains, I only want one. You.” His face fell onto mine as soon as I finished that declaration, and he kissed me with a passion I once believed could only exist in books.        “I love you,” he breathed out against my lips, climbing on top of me once again.        “I love you,” I reciprocated as I held him tightly against my body, grinding up against him to signal that it was okay, that I wanted him inside of me again. It didn’t matter how sensitive I was. I had a feeling that now that I had experienced how it felt to have Bucky in me, I would never be able to spend a lot of time without feeling his cock ruining my pussy. He pushed inside carefully, softly, like I was made of glass and was about to melt from under him. And as he waited for me to adjust around him once more, I sighed in relaxation, because this was everything I wanted.        Him.        He made love to me, then. Slowly and passionately. His eyes never left mine and his hands held mine down against the mattress as he thrusted in and out of me. As he brought me to the edge again in minutes, I found myself praying to the heavens that he had his wish fulfilled. The only children I wanted to bear were his.        That night, I fell asleep sweaty, sticky, and glued to the love of my life. And I’d never been happier.

[roseybulb]

Jealousy at its Best

In which the brothers are jealous of an angel stealing your time and reveal how they steal it back.

I haven't written an xReader fic before so I hope you like it! I was originally going to use this prompt for my oc Lenna but decided to give this a try! This will also take place in a time after the events of lesson six!

WARNINGS: None! :P

Demons were naturally very jealous creatures, the desire to own something or someone and keep it for themselves was a constant need. Sometimes their specific natures made it worse. Prideful demons took great pleasure in knowing the object of their affection wanted them and only them. Demons of greed needed as much (and always more) of their object of desire as possible. Beware if you caught the eyes of a demon of envy or wrath. Both would rage at the idea of someone stealing your attention away from them. A demon of gluttony would keep you around because, without you, food would never be the same. It would be dull and almost flavorless. They would be hungry for something sweet, something like that sweet smile of yours. It goes without saying why one should be careful in capturing the attention of a demon of lust. The burning desire would consume you. 

Somehow you had drawn the attention of all six. All six of them eager to steal you away and monopolize all of your time. 

If only that damn angel would go away. 

Since the day you protected him from Lucifer, Luke had clung to your side any chance he had. He sat with you in the classes you shared, delighting you with tales from Heaven and about his precious Micheal. You had lunch with him on school grounds, studied with him in the library. You were his taste-tester for new sweets recipes. He followed you like a lost puppy, yapping at your heels and growling at any demons that tried to approach you. 

Luke was especially weary towards Lucifer, for obvious enough reasons but it still annoyed the eldest brother to no end. You had forgiven him so what was the big deal? Lucifer had been gracious enough to allow Luke to live, the least he could do was stay away from you when Lucifer wanted your attention. Not that he would ever admit he wanted such a thing from a human of course. The brother Luke was least weary towards was Beelzebub, perhaps it was because you had also been protecting the Avatar of Gluttony that day or maybe it was because he had let Luke stay in his room. It certainly helped that Beelzebub was calm as long as he was eating which is why you carried sweets in your pockets just for Beelzebub.

It would be so simple for any of the brothers to separate you from the angel, he was awfully jumpy for a guard-dog. Despite that, none of them made any moves to scare Luke away from you. You looked so happy when you were with the angel. Your eyes the softest they had ever seen. It was like watching an older sibling spend time with their precious little brother. Your kindness and warmth moved them. The brothers wanted so desperately to have those eyes regard them as softly as they did Luke. They just wanted it to mean something a little more than familial love. 

Since most of your attention was on Luke at school, the brothers competed with one another at home. 

Lucifer would pull you into his office and have you do your homework there. When you had asked why he told you he wanted to make sure you were passing. He claimed that he didn't want you failing and making Diavolo look bad. You only agreed because you could see a hint of something else in his eyes. The two of you spent hours in comfortable silence, the sound of rustling papers filling the space. Lucifer would sometimes look over and watch you as you worked. The way you rested your hand against your head, the way your lips moved silently as you worked out a problem. His favorite part was when you smiled to yourself, giddy to have solved a problem that had been troubling you. You always stayed until your eyes were drooping from exhaustion, Lucifer would excuse you and watch as you left his study. He eagerly awaited your presence in here tomorrow. 

Mammon took you shopping with him. Well, it wasn't so much shopping as it was wandering the plaza and looking into windows. You usually ended up pulling him away from shop entrances, knowing that he didn't have money for expensive jewelry, clothes, or whatever it was that had caught his eye. While Mammon did find that part annoying, he also enjoyed the way you would laugh at him when he said something funny (some of it Mammon had said seriously but he wasn't going to correct you). He was greedy for the way you smiled at him, the sound of your laugh. Parting from you at the end of the day was pure torture. He always wanted more. Sometimes you let him into your room and he was able to spend even more time with you. Time with you was precious to him, even if he wouldn't admit it to your face. 

Leviathan was constantly inviting you into his room to try out a new game or binge an entire anime with him. You would bring his favorite snacks and settled in for a long night. He liked how you reacted to things. Your brows would furrow when you were frustrated with a level or when your least favorite character in an anime appeared. You laughed when something funny happened and you didn't get too upset when he beat you in a game. You listened to him ramble about theories he had about what was going to happen next. He would steal much more of your time if he could. He was so envious of the way his brothers casually stole you away from him. You were his Henry. His closest friend. He was certain he wanted you more than the others did too. Every time you left he thought of pulling you back into his room for just one more episode or one more round. But he didn't, too caught up in his insecurities. He worried that you pitied him as the shut-in-brother. Leviathan often reminded himself that it was better to let you go. No matter how badly his envious nature was telling him to pull you back to him. He just counted the seconds until he was able to pull you back into his little world. 

Satan loved reading with you. The two of you often sat on his bed, thighs pressed together with the only sound filling the room was pages turning. He loved these silent moments. If he was being honest, time with you was even sweeter when he had successfully stolen you away from Lucifer. The eldest was quick to hide his annoyance in your eyes but Satan saw it. It was so easy to wound a demon of prides pride. There was only one thing that Satan enjoyed more than reading with you or annoying Lucifer. It was when you fell asleep on his shoulder. Your breaths soft as the book in your lap slowly shut as your hands relaxed. In a place where you were at the bottom of the food chain and living in a houseful of demons that could kill you, the mere fact that you can fall asleep on him is shocking. You trusted him that much. Somehow you believed that Satan wouldn't hurt you or that he wasn't a threat. There was a part of him that thought you naive for such thinking but for now, he couldn't be bothered to care. He much preferred feeling your warm body so relaxed against his so for now he wouldn't do anything to disrupt that. 

Asmodeus was the one that was most likely to interrupt your time with any of the other brothers. He wouldn't pull you away from them or try to chase any of his brother away. He would enter the room and immediately head over to you. His arms would circle your waist and he would rest his chin on your shoulder if possible. It was even more enticing when you were in another brother's room. That was when he would tease you by kissing your exposed skin or stroking your arms and legs. He did that until he was forced out of the room. Sometimes he brought you into his room where he would convince you to try on outfit after outfit, each one more revealing than the last. He loved seeing your cheeks grow pink in embarrassment. He tried to convince you to stay overnight in his room countless times but it was like his idiotic older brother had a sixth sense for it because Mammon always ended up barging in right when it was about to get good. Next time he'd get you, he was sure. 

Beelzebub was rather simple, feed him and he'd be happy. As the brother Luke trusted the most (but not by much, the angel was worried Beelzebub would grow hungry enough to eat you) Beelzebub got away with being around you more. He liked how sweet you were, how kind. You always had a little something to feed him and you cooked a little extra just for him when it was your turn to make dinner. After the day you protected him, Beelzebub made it his personal mission to protect you on and off school grounds. He was happy to listen to you talk as he walked with you through town or on your way back home. Seeing you happy made Beelzebub temporarily forget about his hunger. He spent time with you in the kitchen and visited your room often. He didn't mind giving you up to any of his brothers as long as he was sure you were safe-it had taken him a while to stop feeling uneasy when you went to visit Lucifer but he didn't mind as much now. More than anything else, Beelzebub just wanted you to be happy here with him and his brothers. He just hoped that one day you could meet Belphie. 

They were strange, your demons, but you adored them for it. And they adored you too, even if some of them refused to admit it to you. You had made their lives brighter and they knew it was going to be impossible to let you go once the year was up. You would be taking a piece of each of them with you and they would never be the same again.  

[ladykissingfish]

Under the Mistletoe with the Akatsuki // Part Five // Kisame

Kisame

Ah, this. He goes to stand under the little plant, feeling mildly apprehensive. Who in their right mind would want to lock lips with someone (some creature) like him? Still, everyone else is a good sport, so he figures he needs to be one, too.

Konan

Kisame blushes fiercely when Konan walks up. He doesn’t have romantic feelings for her, not precisely ... but she is a woman, a beautiful woman, one who is his friend and who doesn’t ever seem frightened or disgusted by a person like Kisame. She approaches him and stands there quietly, her face slightly flushed. He takes a deep mental breath and then bends down (quite a ways, as their height difference is significant), gently cups her cheeks, and gives her a very soft, light kiss on the lips. He has to remind himself to be careful; Konan is no doubt a tough woman but at the same time, she feels so delicate and breakable. He notices, as always, how warm she is, how velvety her skin. When the kiss is over, they both pull back from each other, smiling.

Pein

By this point, Pein (Nagato) is getting a bit tired of this game. He understands that it’s normal for “parents” to kiss their “children” to express love; but he never had that growing up, so this all seems foreign to him. Still, though, as is the case with things such as this, he doesn’t want one child to feel as though he’s being neglected. So he very quickly kisses Kisame’s cheek, and invites him join him later on a walk (the Pein body needs exercise to keep it vital, and Kisame goes for long walks in his spare time).

Deidara

Kisame is one of the first people within the Akatsuki that Deidara made friends with. He reminds the blonde of his own partner Sasori, in that both are older and carry an air of maturity and wisdom. But there’s a big difference between Sasori and Kisame: the shark-man has a surprising (and extremely well-hidden) sense of humor. Unbeknownst to the others, Kisame has actually helped Deidara pull off numerous “pranks”, including super-gluing Hidan’s scythe to the wall while he was out, and “being artistic” with a paintbrush on Tobi’s mask when he was asleep. Deidara walks up to Kisame, and Kisame lifts him off his feet (wondering why everyone around him seems so damn tiny) and plants a smacking kiss on his forehead. When he sets Deidara back down, both burst out laughing, unable to help it. “Your lips are freezing, old man, hm!” “When’s the last time you washed your hair, kid? There’s enough oil in there to fuel an entire village!” They laugh so hard that tears roll down their faces, until eventually Deidara wanders away, still chuckling to himself.

Sasori

Like Pein, he’s grown quite weary of this game. But he rather likes Kisame; there’s only about a four year age difference between the two, and Kisame is a calm, quiet somebody for Sasori to talk to in an organization that often lacks either trait. Kisame bends down to him and Sasori kisses his forehead. He notes the difference in temperature between this one and the other, full humans. As he goes back to his room, he wonders if there’s any possible way he can ask Kisame, without offending him, if he could take a vial of his blood to study. Kisame and his hybrid heritage fascinate Sasori, and when something peaks his interest, he can’t rest until he’s examined it in full. What were his parents like? How does Kisame respond to various human diseases? Would Sasori’s poisons gave the same effect on him as they would on other members of the Akatsuki? A lot to think about, and something that stays in the back of Sasori’s mind for some time to come.

Hidan and Kakuzu

“Ah?! It’s bad enough kissing you bastards but now I’ve gotta kiss fish-breath too?!” Hidan is somebody that Kisame really doesn’t care for. He finds the man to be too brash, unpleasantly loud, and he abhors those heathen-like “prayer rituals” of his. If all of that superfluous blood and gore is necessary for immortality, then Kisame is happy to stay as he is. Hidan’s complaining only gets louder, the closer he gets to Kisame. So he pretends to lean in to kiss Hidan’s cheek ... and instead uses his teeth to bite Hidan’s ear clean off. Hidan is so startled that he flinches backwards and falls, landing on that damn scythe of his. Kisame laughs so hard that he nearly chokes, and he apologizes to Kakuzu who comes out of his room upon hearing all the swearing (as Kakuzu is the one who needs to sew Hidan’s ear back on, and give him stitches from the scythe-wound in his back). Kakuzu just shrugs and says that Hidan probably had it coming, and while he’s there he decides to get his turn over with. It’s odd; Kakuzu reminds Kisame of his own father (or what little he can remember of him, anyway). He’s always looked to the old man as a friend and mentor, and Kakuzu trusts him to the point where he’ll lend him money with no questions asked AND without charging interest, which is truly a rarity. But kissing for these two would just be too damn weird. They both feel it, so Kakuzu opts for a firm handshake instead. Hidan bitches about this to no end, but Kakuzu only tells him to shut up or else his ear is going to remain permanently detached.

Zetsu

To Zetsu, Kisame looks (and smells) like a scrumptious seafood delicacy. Zetsus never been much one for fish, but Kisame’s half-humanness provides enough of a temptation to thoroughly entice the plant-man. But Zetsu is nothing if not calculating, and he knows that in a fight, it’s more than likely that Kisame would be the victor. The closest Zetsu can get to devouring him is to kiss him, so he does. He strides up to him, grabs his face, and plants a kiss on the guy’s lips. Unable to help himself, he uses his tongue to lick the inside of Kisame’s mouth, which startles the latter and makes him quickly pull back. A good thing he did, too; because Zetsu was mere seconds away fro throwing inhibitions to the wind and trying to eat the man. Zetsu apologizes and goes away, leaving Kisame relieved (and a bit digusted: Zetsu tastes like how wet fertilizer smells).

Tobi

Although Kisame would never admit this to anyone, Tobi legitimately scares Kisame. Being part animal, he’s learned to distinguish different types of scents from those he interacts with. Tobi walks around all day acting the fool, but ... he has the sharp, deadly odor of a predator. Because of this, Kisame firmly believes that Tobi is much more than he presents himself; and he’s the Akatsuki member that Kisame would be least likely to turn his back on. Still, though, this is a game and everyone is playing; and Kisame can’t very well let on his true feelings. Tobi approaches him (“Guess its Tobi’s turn, eh, Kisame-san?”) and, as he had done with Konan, moves his mask to the side so that just his lips are exposed. He smiles, and something about his smile makes Kisame’s heart beat a little harder than normal. And Samehada growled, something that rarely happens. Tobi seems unnerved by Samehada’s reaction, and he hurriedly kisses Kisame’s cheek and pulls his mask back into place, uttering something about being hungry and shouting for his “Senpai Deidara” to help him make food. Kisame breathes out a sigh of relief once he’s out of the room.

Itachi

Itachi Uchiha. When Kisame first met this kid, he was meeting somebody strong, talente, highly intelligent ... and an absolute emotional wreck. A trait that never showed to the others, only Kisame, and only subtly. Teary eyes when discussing families, a look of remorse when sent on missions that would destroy human life ... and then there was the sickness. Kisame doesn’t think Itachi knows that he knows that he’s ill, but he does. It’s in everything, from his blocked chakra channels to his trembling hands, to the deep coughs he emits when he thinks everyone else is asleep. Likely he feels his sickness is atonement, of a sort, for the crimes he committed against his own clan and his family. But still ... Kisame doesn’t believe he’s ever met somebody warmer, or somebody that he’s more honored to call his friend, than the slim young brunette standing in front of him. “Itachi-san, if this makes you uncomfortable, you know you don’t have to kiss me.” Itachi tilts his head, studying Kisame’s face with those damn eyes of his. Under Itachi’s gaze, Kisame becomes a person. Not a freak, not some abomination, but a person. Itachi steps forward and cups Kisame’s cheeks, leans up and gives him the softest, most gentle kiss that Kisame could ever imagine. But his hands are cold (cold even to someone with a low body temperature like Kisame) and his breathing labored. After the kiss, Kisame, done with everybody now, puts a hand in Itachi’s shoulder, guiding him back to his room. He’ll make him tea, he’ll sit with him a while, maybe read to him until he falls asleep. He doesn’t know how much longer Itachi will last but he does know he intends to be by his side as much as possible until that dreaded day comes.

[msmarvelwrites]

Vienna Waits

Summary: The reader has a hard time around the holidays because it brings up a lot of unhappy memories. Bucky knows trauma all too well and he’s always there to lend some Christmas cheer. 

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mentions/flashbacks of assult, ptsd, 18+, swearing, but truly a fluff piece...

Word Count: 2.5k

Authors Note: Hi again! It’s ya girl, back at it again with the plot all to based on her own predicaments. Please read the warnings because the last thing I’d ever want to do is trigger anyone- but at it’s core I wrote this as an aid. Like My Girl, this was written to bring us together, because we are so much stronger that way! This is also my first submission to the Merry Hoemas Challange, so with that please enjoy! Sending love and light to all you beautiful holiday babies.

Thank you to @amythedvdhoarder  @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes @pumpkin-and-pine and @starlightcrystalline for hosting this holiday challange!

It was, of course, the most wonderful time of year. Christmas Eve at the Avengers Compound. 

The snow cascading from the dark sky acted as a sheet of white as you nervously sipped on your tea, checking the time once again. Your best friend was supposed to be back from his solo mission hours ago, and yet here you were, alone and completely overwhelmed. 

He was always better at these things. Always knowing how to avoid the holiday slump with ease. Bucky was who you turned to when you needed a quick coping mechanism. 

Christmas with the world's mightiest heroes had its perks for sure, but this was certainly not one of them. The joyous holiday music echoing through the Avenger hq living room was doing nothing to settle your nerves. In fact, quite the opposite. It lingered around you, pulling memories you buried deep down in the back of your mind. 

“I really think it’s better if I just head home… It’s getting really bad out there and…”

His lips cut you off, lazily trailing down your neck as the taste of bile rose into your throat. He was just drunk, you thought. So were you. You had given him the wrong idea. If you just explained you didn't want him to touch you… 

He would understand, you thought… You really did. 

“Honey, I’m home” Bucky called, cackling to himself as he shook off the snow caked to his winter coat. His voice shot you back into the dimly lit living room you now resided. 

You lunged from the recliner, spinning around the corner to find Bucky, hands full of gift bags and a candy cane dangling out of his mouth as a goofy grin tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“Where the hell have you been?” You tried to sound angry, but he was just so damn cute.

“Okay, first of all, you're welcome.” He scoffed sarcastically, gesturing to the gift bags as he placed them on the floor. “And second, you're the one who sent me out in the middle of a snowstorm for last minute christmas presents… So, you get what you get.” He chuckled. 

“No, no, I appreciate you- it… I appreciate it so much Buck.” You stumbled, though you didn't let the blush creep onto your cheeks before you spoke again, “You know how I get this time of year.” You sighed, crossing the room to help him with his bags of gifts. It wasn't lost on Bucky that the holiday season was difficult for a lot of the team, including yourself. Though he didn’t know everything about your past and how it brought you here, to the team, and one of the most ruthless fighters the Avengers had ever seen, he did know it was rough and dark and definitely off limits to talk about. Bucky didn't mind, however. As long as he had you by his side. 

“Ya know, if you help me wrap these gifts there might be a Christmas movie marathon in your future.” He wiggled his brows causing you to laugh. 

“That really sounds like a lose-lose on my end here, Buck.” you giggled.

“Are you by any chance at all into hot chocolate?” he bribed, though you would have caved regardless. Any time spent with Bucky was all you wanted for Christmas. 

Once all the presents were wrapped, Bucky was true to his word, puttering into the kitchen, whipping up his famous hot chocolate recipe. Honestly, if the world knew the famous Winter Soldier was as jolly was he is, they probably wouldn't believe it. Something about Christmas just brought out the best in him. 

“So,” You started as you sipped on your whip cream topped hot chocolate. “What is it about this holiday?” You pried, looking up at Bucky as he wiped a dollop of cream off the tip of your nose. 

“I don’t really know. Getting my memories back after all that time, Christmas with my Ma and sisters was always so clear…” He paused, his eyes fixing themselves on the floor. “I guess it’s one of the only really decent memories I have.” 

You only stared at Bucky for a moment as you let the words sink in. He never really spoke about his family and what, if anything he remembered. You never pushed him, thankful that he respected you the same. Though you had only been friends for a year now, those things just aren't privy to your relationship. 

“You never told me that before.” You finally spoke, watching as his eyes met with yours. 

“Yeah well, it’s hard to talk about sometimes. But… I don't know. I trust you, doll. More than anyone, I think. You kind of pull it outta’ me.” He sighed into that goofy smile you loved so much. You wanted to tell him that there was no one in this world that you trusted more, that you could and would be an open book for him, if that's what he wanted… But you supposed it went without saying. Instead, you rested you head on his shoulder, sinking back into the couch as you watched whatever sappy Christmas movie Bucky had picked out for you to watch. 

It wasn't long before the compound started to buzz with disembodied voices and echoing footsteps. A team was getting back tonight, and soon the living room would be filled with your friends booming laughter. 

You let your mind wander, tiptoeing into the darkest parts of your unconscious as the movie faded further and further away…

Your body shook, hard. You heard yourself plead, begging him to stop. Could feel the tears wet and hot as they rolled down your cheeks pooling onto your chest as he wiped them away. Such an act of kindness in such a nauseating scene. Your whole body ached with how hard you were trembling. So weak. You knew it, and now he did too-

Wanda was the first to round the corner, plopping herself down on the couch between you and Bucky, almost sitting right on your lap. 

“Good evening!” She chimed, resting her head against your shoulder in a complete and utter disregard of yours and Bucky’s closeness. Wanda was always the best at diffusing tension you hadn't even realised was there. Though now, as she sat there, it was very apparent that's exactly what it was. However you were thankful for her halting your train of thought. 

“Hello, darling.” Bucky chuckled as you wrapped your arms around her.

Tony rounded the corner next, snickering when he saw the three of you bundled up on the couch together. “Well, isn't that sweet. The trauma triplets are back together.” 

“Dont hate us cause’ you ain’t us, Tony.” You sang, watching as he rolled his eyes and puttered off to his lab. 

“So, any plans for this evening?” Wanda asked, grabbing your mug of hot chocolate without a second thought and taking a sip. 

“This is kind of it. Most of the team is back home with their family.” You explained, looking behind Wanda's head to Bucky, “Do you have any plans with Stevie?” You asked.

“Nope.” He popped the P. “Just us tonight. Steve’s out on a solo mission until tomorrow morning.” 

“About that… Nat is actually setting me up tonight. A double date, I think? So, it's just you guys tonight.” Wanda spoke sheepishly. 

Bucky and you both gapped at her before you finally spoke, “Traitor.” You glared while she only chuckled, shoving you playfully.  

“You guys will get along just fine without me. Just don’t watch The Holiday until I’m back! You guys know that’s my favourite”

As the compound quieted down for the night, you and Bucky fell into your daily routine of  comfortable silence. It was just like every other day, or at least that's what you tried to tell yourself as the end credits of another holiday movie started rolling onto the screen. 

“So,” Bucky finally spoke, shifting in his seat to reach for something out of your eyeline. “It’s technically christmas now… And, I know we said no gifts, but I saw this and it was just so you. I had to pick it up.”

Your eyes landed on the small velvet box in his hands, your breath hitching in your throat for a moment as your brain forze. You could feel your body trembling as he held it out, waiting for a reaction, but all you could do was stare. 

“Such a good little thing.” He finally spoke. Your eyes were so glazed over you couldn't quite tell where his voice was emulating from. You could hear his belt, feel his hands on either side of your face as he whispered in your ear. “Happy Christmas, baby.” He chided, dropping the small velvet box in your hands as he left the room. 

You couldn't bear to touch it, whipping it across the room as it shattered open, the small diamond necklace rolling across the hardwood floor as it tumbled to the ground with a harsh crack. Your fingers burned where the rough velvet had been, and you remembered thinking you'd feel this way forever. 

“Y/n?” Bucky spoke your name and it shocked you back to reality. You blinked at him, tears welling in your eyes as you stared at him. He looked absolutely terrified and it broke your heart. Absolutely tore you apart that you could ever be the reason for that face. 

“Hm? Oh, yes. I’m so sorry, I was so far away there for a moment.” You reached out but before you could take the small box, his hands covered your own and he let his thumb stroke your skin, sending a shiver up your arms and all around your neck. 

“You know I would never judge you, right?” He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. “God knows you've never judged me. I’m here. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault.” 

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. ‘Not your fault.’ Did he know? There was no possible way. You had Fury burn your physiatric evaluation from when you first started a year ago. No one knew. This was a fresh start, and there way no way that- 

“I can see your mind turning, and I just want to assure you, we are good. Okay? You and me, that's easy. It’s always been that way. Whenever you're ready, if you ever want to talk… I’m here, alright? Always.” His voice melted over you like a warm bath, calming you as you met his gaze. There was a sweetness you haven't seen before. It was new and yet there was something familiar about it. Had he always looked at you that way? Surely you would have remembered as it sent butterflies to explode in your stomach. 

He dropped the rectabled box in your hands and you finally felt the weight of it. Definitely heavier than a necklace, though you guess that wasn't really Bucky’s style anyways. 

You slowly clicked the box open, your eyes falling on the small black object resting on the pillow inside. 

“It’s a knife?” You spoke, just above a whisper as your hands traveled over the cool metal looking up at Bucky in surprise. 

Bucky chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he explained. “Remember that mission a year back? I think it was one of our firsts.” 

“Vienna.” You chimed, the memory coming back to you now. 

“You stole my knife.” He laughed, shaking his head at the memory. “I remember, I had it in my hand, you ran out of ammo and in a flash it was in your hands. Those Hydra punks didn't see you coming. God, doll. That had to be the hottest-” He blushed, clearing his throat, “I mean, that was the coolest thing I've ever seen. Been trying to find you one like it ever since.”

“Oh, Buck.” You signed, gripping the knife in your hands and effortlessly flipping it through your fingers as it sparkled in the dim lighting. 

“Do you like it?” He hummed. 

“Like it? I absolutely love it… I feel like such an ass for not getting you anything.” You confessed, averting your eyes to the floor. 

You flinched as Bucky’s cool metal fingers tipped your head up, and he tried not to notice, though the reaction wasn't lost on him. He really didn't know about your past, but trauma knew trauma. 

“Darling, this…” He motioned to you, “This is all I need for Christmas.” His voice was like honey in tea, warm and sweet and so smooth. 

“You flirt.” You giggled, shoving him playfully as you placed the knife back in its box and resting it on the coffee table.  

“I would never.” He sarcastically gasped, causing you to laugh at his dramatics. Bucky wasn't truly himself around the others, but you wished sometimes they could see his goofy side. Though it warmed your heart he reserved it for you. 

“What do you say? One more movie before we call it a night?” You asked, relaxing into his shoulder as you clicked through the options. Bucky’s silence caught your attention, pulling you back to his gaze. He stared at you as if startled by your words. 

“What?” You chuckled nervously, raising a brow when he didn't speak. 

“You're willinging requesting we watch a Christmas movie? Are you feeling okay?” He jested, lifting his flesh palm to your forehead as if to check your temperature. You swatted him away, rolling your eyes as you did so. 

“I’m fine. I just…” You watch him carefully as his laughter faded and he focused on you. “I never really thought I could enjoy Christmas. Someone stole that luxury away from me a very long time ago, but with you… With you it comes so easy. I know it must be hard, but you never let it show. I honestly can't tell you the last time I’ve properly laughed like that during the holidays. God, it's been years and yet here we are. You just pull it out of me.” 

Bucky smiled softly, holding his hands out for yours and you quickly accepted the gesture. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned pulling you into his chest as he hugged you. It was something that was very new, and yet just felt right. Like this was how your bodies were meant to be, fit together like puzzle pieces. 

“Doll, I’ll pull it out for you whenever you want.” He cooed, sarcasm lacing his words and your head fell back, laughter bubbling out of your chest. 

“God, I love you.” You finally got out, but as soon as the words left your lips you knew how impulsive you had been. Bucky stilled beside you but you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling above, terrified to meet his gaze. It wasn't a big deal, just two friends admiring each other. You knew, however if you were honest it was much more than that. Bucky felt it too. 

“Darling,” He murmured, so low you almost didn’t hear him. Your eyes slowly returned to his as your heart nearly jumped from your chest. “You’ve had me wrapped around your finger since Vienna. You’re it for me. Always have been, I think.” 

You stared at him for a moment, unsure of where your voice went as your mouth ran dry. 

“As if I even need to say it, I love you too.” 

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Blood, Guts and Chocolate Cake

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Danganronpa

Pairings: IshiMondo

Summary:

Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Bodyguard, is entering a four year contract with one Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Idol. It makes sense, two Ultimates put together for their high school careers, and he could use the steady pay check to send home to Daiya; those medical bills were a bitch, and it was his fault the accident happened in the first place.

It was supposed to be easy, guard the cutesy, clean-cut idol from perverts and stalkers, no big deal! However, the world's perception of Kiyotaka Ishimaru was far different than what the young idol had become. During the first few months before even stepping into Hope's Peak, he's more worried for the young boy than he's ever been for anyone before.

TW: Alcohol, and eating disorders (both restrictive behaviours and B/P), mentions of disability, underage sex/sexualisation, drugs

The hallways of this damn building were too long.

That was definitely the first impression Mondo got, being led down said monotonous hallways by a young woman with an expression which implied that she simply wasn’t paid enough to care about small talk. Not that he had any room to judge, hands shoved in his pockets and a permanent scowl on his face. He might’ve been going to review an upcoming contract, but the best thing about his position was that there was no need to be all smiley; Hope Peak’s choice for Ultimate Bodyguard was all the credentials he needed at this point. 

Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by how long he would be working with these record label types. He couldn’t deny it made sense - hire the Ultimate Bodyguard to protect the Ultimate Idol, sound logic; it was just that a four year contract was… a lot. That wasn’t even thinking about the fact he was going to be glued to the guy’s hip for all that time, having to get along no matter what. Would he even have time to make friends of his own? Doubtful. Still, a paycheck was a paycheck, and he’d have to go to some highschool anyway, so kill two birds with one stone. 

He’d never had an issue smiling through vapid celebrity bullshit before. It was going to be an easy ride, too; from what he knew, the guy was as prim and proper as they came. Real boy next door image. Easy to take care of, and mainly just telling overzealous fans to back the fuck up. Simple. 

His inner monologue was broken by an abrupt stop, the woman only sending a bored glance his way before knocking. The door was pushed ajar with the quiet muttering of “Mondo Owada to see you, gentlemen”, before he was unceremoniously shepherded into the room. 

It was just as big as you’d expect from a building like this, with a gargantuan desk and several business-types sitting across from him. They were even backlit by a floor-to-ceiling window showing Tokyo in all its glory - like some cheesy ass movie. Still, taking a cursory glance around the room, he couldn’t see anyone fitting the description of “teen idol”, let alone Ishimaru himself...

“Owada-san, good afternoon!” One of the men greeted cheerfully, clasping his hand in one of those firm yet professional grips he’d gotten used to since rising up in his career, “My name is Shiro Kamei, and these gentlemen are Kenshin Aki and Yutaka Hayashida. We’re Kiyotaka Ishimaru-san’s managers.”

“Well, that answers one question,” He shrugged, not sugarcoating his words, but not being as rude as he certainly could be, “But I don’t see Ishimaru-san around. If I’m meeting with anyone, I personally think it should be with the guy I’m gonna be with 24/7, for the next four years.”

“Of course!” Kamei-san chirped, far too cheerful for his taste, especially considering the stench of ass-kissing that followed it. Not sincere, but too many meetings like this one had trained him to swallow down the vomit that threatened to spew from the fakeness of it all. 

“Ishimaru-san will be here soon,” Hyashida-san intoned, temperament a bit more palatable than Mr Chipper, “He’s a rather busy young man, being an idol of his caliber. Dance practice is just wrapping up, any minute now, so we can use this time to have a little chat - go through expectations for your role and such.”

Mondo managed to stop himself raising an eyebrow at that. Like he wasn’t the best bodyguard in Japan. He guessed it was something needed for a job of this sort, not temping or whatever, and so he settled down for a bunch of timewasting jabber. 

Or, it was, until a certain request caught his attention.

“We also expect him to be kept out of, well… trouble…”

“Thought he was a cutesy, innocent kid?” He frowned, sitting a little straighter in his seat, attention piqued, “I’m guessing he’s the kind to get mouth-breathers and creeps, huh?”

The three men looked a little more caged at that remark. A couple cleared throats, a few tugged collars and cuffs, awkward air. 

“Yes, there have been incidents, but nothing previous security couldn’t handle,” Aki-san informed, “The issue is a recent change in attitude. Nothing much, but tugging on the leash more than necessary, if you understand my meaning.”

He did. Part of him wanted to object to the idea that a sixteen year old needed to be kept on a leash at all, but idol shit was full of PR. 

“So boy next door is going through a little rebellion, and you want me to make sure it stays on the DL,” He shrugged, “Got it.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that, Owada-san -!”

Kamei-san was interrupted by several short, sharp raps, door opening to reveal the man of the hour. 

Ishimaru was pretty, no denying that. His eyes were what really caught everyone’s attention; bright, wide and doll-like. That said nothing about his facial structure - cheekbones and jawline and everything prominent - or his barbie doll-esque frame. He was probably one of the slimmest people Mondo had ever seen, at least in person. Well, and outside of a hospital. The media went absolutely gaga over his thigh gap, his lithe abs and delicate hip bones. 

He personally prefers a little more meat on the bones, a little less fragile, but he guessed it was an idol’s job to appeal to the masses. 

“Good morning, everybody!” He beams, but honestly? The sunshine emanating from him is a lot warmer - a lot more real - than Kamei-san. He actually had to take a second to come back to himself, knocked off equilibrium. The power of the Ultimate Idol, for you. 

“Kiyotaka, this is Mon -”

“Mondo Owada,” He cuts in, wanting to introduce himself, cut the preamble, and offers his hand to shake, “‘M gonna be the one guarding you.”

Ishimaru gives him a once over, and for two seconds he thinks he sees a smirk pull at the corner of the young man’s lips, but he soon brushes it off as a trick of the light. 

“Thank you so much for accepting our proposition, Owada-san!” He grins, and Mondo hates his little bi heart at that moment. Ishimaru clasps his hand. He can’t help but feel that they’re too calloused for a pretty boy idol, but he doesn’t dwell on it, “I hope we get along well!”

He’s loud, but the words are sweet, and Mondo relaxes a little bit. Easy job, as he thought. 

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Mondo was proven wrong in a matter of three days into his contract. He’d certainly been proven wrong far quicker than that before; however, in terms of sheer what-the-fuckery-is-this, this situation took the cake. 

The train journey to the first tour destination wasn’t bad, if tedious. Kid spent all his time reading, and Mondo had no clue how he didn’t puke all over the place from staring at the pages. He’d looked at his phone for about five minutes and was ready to lie down and accept his death. 

… Trains were not his prefered method of transportation…

Ishimaru had passed on the sandwiches on offer, but so did Mondo. No big deal. Those things sucked ass, and maybe the kid was more nauseous than he seemed. Wish that was him, considering he was pretty sure his face was pale green. 

Settling into the hotel was fine, as was the tech set up in the venue. Stress emanating off everyone, but pretty normal as far as that shit was concerned. Ishimaru was dragged between costume fittings, tech run throughs and other things that just passed in a blur. 

No, what really proved to Mondo that the pretty boy idol was going through an actual rebellious phase, was what he walked in on at 11:56pm, night three. 

He’d gotten up due to a serious inability to sleep. Seriously, did he manage to get jet lag without even switching time zones? Nah, didn’t work like that. Maybe it was second hand adrenaline from the performance being tomorrow. Ishimaru might not make his kind of music, but the guy had this infectious enthusiasm for it all. He’d be backstage, too; premo location to see everything up close. He couldn’t help the slight smile on his face, in spite of how tired he felt. 

Any fleeting, fuzzy feelings disappeared, however, when he walked into the main area of their hotel suite. 

There stood Ishimaru, back to him, very much not dressed for bed. His jeans were so tight they looked spray painted on, not to mention the sequined top that cut off to show a tantalising flash of milky pale skin.

“Where’re you off to?” 

His question seemed to startle the kid, who practically jumped three feet in the air, hand clutching his chest as he whirled on him. 

“Fuck, what’s your problem?” He gasped out. Mondo couldn’t help but let his eyes widen, having not heard the boy swear since they met. Admittedly, it was only a few days, but Ishimaru just gave off such an innocent vibe. He’d questioned if the boy even knew a swear word for a while. 

“The guy I’m meant to protect is running off into the city at midnight, and obviously didn’t plan to tell me,” He answered bluntly, “So, come on, where’re you trying to slink off to?”

“None of your business,” He sniffed, shoulders squaring, “And stop… talking to me like that. Like I’m a child. It’s annoying as shit.” 

“Alright, sor-ry, jeez,” He apologised, hands up in surrender, “Let me just grab my coat and -”

“No!” Ishimaru ground out, “I’m going out, you're staying here, and my managers are none the wiser, got it?”

Oh, that sneaky fucker. While Mondo was all for personal freedom, no way was the scrawny kid going out there to get attacked and murdered in some urine soaked alleyway. For one, it’d completely fuck up his plans for the next four years - no money to send back to Daiya, and he seriously doubted Hope’s Peak would want an Ultimate Bodyguard who let the world’s most popular idol get murdered in a matter of days. 

“Yeah, no, not happening, kid,” He shut down, reaching over the boy to get his coat, only for hands to press against his chest, stopping him. 

“What do you want then? Money?” Ishimaru asked, looking up at him through his lashes. Fuck, the kid really went all out with the makeup; smokey eyeshadow and liner, glossed lips, the whole deal, “Or I can suck your dick?”

He nearly choked at that, face hot as hell and probably an embarrassing shade of red. “N-No! What the fuck?!” He yelled, only earning a shrug in response. 

“Look, I need to go out - alone,” Ishimaru began again, arguing a point Mondo simply wasn’t going to agree with, “I need to get a little fucked up, railed into some guy’s mattress, and then I’ll come back. I’ll be here again before sunrise.”

“Tugging on the leash more than necessary”, his ass! 

“Sorry, you're talking to the wrong guy,” He dismissed, doing his best impression of Daiya’s you done fucked up voice he could, “Back to bed. Don’t think you’re sneaking out, either. I’m just gonna stay out here all night, make sure you don’t go and get yourself cut up and dumped in the river. Y’know, my job.”

“Fuck you,” Ishimaru spat, storming back to his room with a mutter of ,“Asshole…”

If Mondo knew one thing, it was this… He’d really had no idea what he was signing himself up for.

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A/N:

WOW, it's been a while since I've written for this fandom. Thank you Taka and Mondo for being an adorable pair of dumbasses and dragging me right back into DR. Hopefully, I'll add to my old fics too, but I've got lots of new ideas I want to play with (Including two other talentswaps and two AUs!)

For now, Ouran fics are on the back burner, I'm afraid. I'm sure I'll be back to them soon enough, but I'm a bit burnt out in my OHSHC obsession, so we'll see.

Also, as always, comments really help and if you want to take any of these concepts and run, go for it! All I ask is a credit and a link if possible! :)