#love watching a beautiful man cry oh so prettily

[captain-flint]

Blackbeard + tears (Season 2) (Season 1)

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Soul

Thank you @sorceresssundries for sending Young and Beautiful as a prompt! It's a beautiful song, I hope you enjoy this. 💜

'Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will.' - Lana Del Rey, Young and Beautiful

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His first engagement gift to her was a white gold ring adorned with a pear cut diamond, huge and sparkling, haloed with tiny amethysts. The band twined prettily like strands of Weave, and engraved on the inside in his own hand were the words: ‘I found divinity in you.’ Tav received it via courier, opening the door in her home just off Heapside Strand to see the poor dragonborn woman obscured by armfuls of blooms: blue irises, red roses, massive clouds of peonies and bright purple anemones, even cascades of delicate wisteria.

‘Someone must absolutely adore you!’ the woman gushed, her copper scales gleaming in the morning light. ‘When you’ve taken all these, love, there’s something else for you. There’s a vase here, too- do you want me to help you arrange these?’

‘Oh! That would be wonderful,’ said Tav. ‘Thank you.’ She backed inside for the lady to pass and spied the vase. It was a work of art; a sculptural piece of rose quartz veined with gold. Bringing it carefully inside, she set it by her reading nook, filled it with water, and watched as the courier carefully arranged them. The sight of them brought her such great joy she wanted to cry.

‘And one more thing. I was told to be incredibly careful with this,’ she said, smiling and reaching into her satchel. She withdrew a small box and an ornate letter on quality parchment. ‘Have a wonderful day!’

‘Bye,’ she said to her retreating back, closing the door slowly behind her. With trembling hands, she opened the letter.

My love, I know I proposed in haste. I had to, in truth. I was so terrified it would all be a dream and I’d wake, and you’d be gone. Not that I don’t trust you, of course. It’s more that you are so beyond even my most audacious dreams that I cannot believe you’re real. I hope you like what I chose for you. White gold for your complexion of course, a diamond for the pure beauty of your soul and the endless love I hold for you, and, if you’ll forgive me a little vanity, amethysts for myself. I would say more here but those things are best said in vows. I hope you like the flowers. I’ll tell you why I chose them, but those things are best said running my fingers through your hair, murmured softly into your waiting ear. I wish I could see your face… not long now. Still, being apart from you is torture. Here’s to eternity. Gale.

‘Oh,’ said Tav, blinking back tears and kissing his name on the parchment. ‘Gale, I adore you.’ She reached for the box and gasped at its contents. The most perfect ring, just as he’d described. It twinkled on her finger like a piece of the astral plane. She curled up in her favourite chair and wept tears of joy, wishing she could hold him.

*

His second gift arrived a week later. Tav opened the door to a cheerful dwarven man holding a sturdy basket in his arms. ‘Hello ma’am,’ he said, eyes twinkling in delight. ‘I’ve a gift for you from Mr Gale Dekarios. He gave me express instructions to deliver his gift to you personally. It’s important it’s opened indoors, in a secure area, and away from any fine furnishings. Ahem. He hopes you enjoy your gift. Blessings, ma’am.’ He handed the basket over and off he went with a cheery wave. Frowning in puzzlement, Tav took it inside and set it down in the kitchen, gingerly lifting the lid. She gasped, astonished. Inside, fast asleep, was a tiny, winged kitten, silver and grey. It had a small, jeweled collar and a letter tucked beneath one dainty paw.

My love, Tara has been my stalwart companion for most of my life. She saved it, in fact, more than once. I cherish her utterly, and I want you to have the same unwavering support when I can’t be there for you. I hope that is a rare occurrence, since if it were not, I fear it would drive me mad to be apart from you for long. Still… this is Calliope. Admittedly she’s only a baby, but I want you to have as much bonding with her as possible. She’ll speak in time. May she be a   comfort to you when I cannot be. Forgive my presumption, I put your name down as Dekarios. Selfishly, it brought me such joy to do so that I wept. Be here. Would that time would speed up, just a little, so I could hold you in my arms. Gale.

The kitten stirred in her basket, stretched and mewed softly. Delicately, Tav drew her into her arms. ‘Hello, Calliope,’ she said, kissing her fuzzy little head. ‘I hope you love your dad as much as I do.’ She stroked her soft wings, cooing to her as she showed her the house. Calliope blinked her golden eyes slowly and pushed her head into Tav’s palm, purring. ‘He knows exactly how to make me feel like the most special woman in the world, doesn’t he? Hmm?’ Calliope meowed in agreement, climbing up onto her shoulder and settling around her neck, like she'd always been there.

*

Tav was in Waterdeep, finally. It was the night before the wedding, and she stared at the ceiling in Morena’s spare room, her heart like a hummingbird’s wings in her chest. Calliope had tucked her face into the crook of her neck but did not sleep, sensing her excitement. The wedding dress hung on the back of the door, a confection of seed pearls and silk perfect for the summer heat. Tiny flowers cascaded off the shoulders in a froth of lace, putting her in mind of seafoam. She knew Gale was in his tower feeling exactly the same, and drifted off to sleep with his face in her mind, the first time he told her he loved her all that time ago.

The day dawned bright and cloudless. It was a flurry of activity the moment she woke: Morena had called Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach and Astarion to her home early to help Tav dress and prepare themselves.

‘I hope you’re ready, darling,’ said Astarion, kissing her on the cheek.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you’d be in Gale’s party.’

‘Oh please,’ he purred. ‘You know I love you more.’ He chucked her under the chin and winked. ‘You ought to know, I made that delicious dress for you. It pains me to know it’s just going to end up in pieces on the fl-’

‘Alright Fangs, that’s enough,’ said Karlach, clapping a hand over his mouth. ‘You’re making the bride blush and only one man gets to do that today.’

‘Chk,’ admonished Lae’zel. ‘Both of you are children.’

‘For once we agree on something, Lae’zel. It must be a special day indeed,’ replied Shadowheart. ‘C’mon Tav. Makeup first.’

‘If you get even the faintest smidge of makeup on that dress,’ began Astarion dangerously, ‘I will drain you dry, love. So be careful.’ Shadowheart shot him a quelling look and set to work. When Calliope leapt into Tav’s lap, Astarion came to the rescue. ‘Ah-ah, little one,’ he said, scooping her up. ‘Mummy’s making herself extra beautiful, alright?’ He held the kitten in his arms, looking for all the realms like a doting uncle.

‘I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, angel,’ said Morena when she came to check everything was alright a little later, ‘I think Gale may just die when he sees you.’

Lae’zel and Karlach helped Tav into her dress, Astarion hovering anxiously as they did so. Finally, he slid pearl encrusted slippers onto her feet. ‘I think she’s ready,’ said Karlach, beaming.

Her friends were dressed in assorted colours themselves: Shadowheart in midnight blue, Lae’zel in maroon, Karlach in cyan and Astarion in emerald green. Morena wore deep purple.

‘A couple finishing touches,’ said Morena, fastening a pair of diamond studs in Tav’s ears. ‘I wore these on my own wedding day. And these-’ she handed her a massive bouquet of blue irises. ‘Ready?’

‘I am,’ she said.

The wedding party converged on the tower; Tav was hidden from Gale with the aid of a strong invisibility spell, spirited away while everyone took their places, Astarion taking her by the arm. ‘Are you sure you want me to do this for you?’ he murmured softly.

‘I’m sure,’ she said. ‘You’ve become very special to me.’ He smiled, and she could’ve sworn unshed tears sparkled in his eyes.

‘Alright darling.’ He lifted the invisibility spell and threw open the great oak doors before her. She stared; Gale had never mentioned a ballroom in his tower before. It was festooned with what could only be the work of all the florists in Waterdeep, the same flowers Gale had sent her with her engagement ring. The natural magic of the space swirled around them in colourful motes, sparkling and beautiful. At the far end of the room, Wyll and Minsc were speaking quietly with Gale, Jaheira and Halsin murmuring quietly with Morena, who held Calliope in her lap. Astarion squeezed Tav’s arm as music struck up from nowhere, piano and violin and harp. She recognised this. It was the music Gale had played for her in their vision, all that time ago.

Astarion walked Tav down the aisle, his presence calming and steady. She knew he was proud of her, and she would’ve wanted no-one else to give her away. As she approached, Gale beamed, his eyes wide and soft. He took her hands as Astarion took his place beside Wyll and kissed them, unable to stop himself.

‘Hello,’ he murmured.

‘Hello,’ she whispered back, grinning.

‘Beloved, we are gathered,’ said the wood elf priestess, ‘to witness the joining of two souls in eternal love. They will speak their vows to one another, and ritual will be sealed in the ancient magics of Realmspace.’ She gestured to Gale. ‘Mr Dekarios, if you would.’

He cleared his throat, cheeks going a little pink. ‘Tav. I believe you are one half of my soul. I will protect you until my last breath, and then I’ll walk out of the fugue plane to do so again. You are sacred to me in a way I’ve never experienced before, you helped me see life for all its beauty and wonder and worth. I would die for you if fate willed it, but I swear to you I will live for you instead. I adore you. You’re more to me than anything in all the realms, including magic. If I lost it all tomorrow, I’d be content, because you are utterly irreplacable. I love you. Gods, I love you.’

Tav felt tears sliding down her cheeks, giggled when Gale brushed them away gently with his thumbs. Taking a breath, she responded, ‘Gale. You are the most special man I’ve ever known, magic or not. I’ve never known someone so generous, so open and kind and wonderful. You saved me as well. I was so lonely. So lost. And you took my hand and led me out of the dark into your world of beauty and wonder. Wherever you are is consecrated ground. I will cherish you forever. I love you.’

Dimly aware that everyone around her was weeping into their hands, Tav could only just hear the priestess telling Gale to kiss her; he drew her to him by the waist and kissed her with such tenderness it made her feel faint. Only when they needed to breathe did he pull away, pure adoration on his face. He pressed his forehead to hers as their friends and family cheered, and she felt at home- with her husband- for the first time in her life.

[sunsents]

Tonowari - Don't Be Shy, Sit (M)

Pure filth babes <3 I wrote this yesterday at midnight when I was between sleep and "should I just get up and hang out a lil"

read part 2 here (requested)

Summary —> Thigh sitting and reverse cowgirl with my favorite hunk of meat.

Pairing: tonowari x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: nudity/masturbating/edging/descriptions of body parts 😺/finger fucking/thigh humping/humping/kissing/almost sexual intercourse

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

vocabulary;

kelku - home

syulang - flower

tewng - loincloth

yawne - my love

mawey - calm

sevin - pretty/my pretty

The view that greets you when you enter the marui is sinful.

Tonowari's thick thighs are spread apart as he pumps his cock in languid strokes. You watch his body ripple, sweat beads dripping from his glistening forehead. His hair is wet, cascading down his shoulders beautifully. Holding a basketful of fruit, you struggle to keep them up. You waver in your step, breath hitching. He looks beautiful. 

And his beauty was not for you, nor anyone who would enter his kelku.

However, it's welcoming - for you at least. His eyes are screwed shut as he humps into his hand, and with his head thrown back, he heaves out a desperate whine. You watch as he squeezes the base of his cock and pre-cum leaks out - your eyes glaze over at the prospect of milking him dry.

You can't help but gasp and to your demise, Tonowari picks it up with a flicker of his ears. Your mortification is humbling, you caught the man in a very intimate and private moment, then shamelessly watched. 

"Finally," he grins, slow and tired. "My pretty syulang, I have been waiting for you to enter my kelku for the past week."

You gape at him, "But- you sent me out for fruit!"

The low growl Tonowari lets out is feral - reverberating around your ears. You're still hyperaware of his rigid, thick cock sitting prettily against his stomach, and the embarrassingly wet patch forming on your tewng. "Oh, how sweet!" he mocks, free hand smoothing down his chest. "Yawne, do you really think I would let you roam out for fruit?"

When his hips shift, his thighs clench, and his cock bobs. You're intently staring at his angry, swollen tip, and doing nothing to hide your interest 

"Don't be shy, come here."

You let the fruit basket drop, and without a second glance at the swiveling food, you stride toward the man. Your mind is hazy with a thick cloud of fog, and it smells purely of him.

He gently takes your hand without standing up and turns you around - his height never ceases to amaze you. He’s as tall as you, raking his hands up and down your body. Your breath quickens as Tonowari grabs your hips and sits you down on one of his thighs then guides your legs around his. You feel your back collide with his sweat-ridden chest that's rhythmically moving with his deep breaths.

Now, with your thighs spread on his warm, soft ones, his dick is against your entrance. He's hard, tip an angry red from all his teasing. You feel the heat of him between your thighs and clench around nothing.

"Oh Eywa," he groans, hands winding around your waist and crawling towards your clothed sex. "Smell so sweet, yawne."

You let your head fall against his chest as he breathes you in, hands working quickly on your tewng. "Now, sweet girl. I will fuck you like this, and you will take it. Understand?"

You hum, nodding pathetically. 

He palms your now bare sex and the action is vulgar. His hand is giant and warm - engulfing you by merely cupping his palm over your heat. The calloused texture teases your entrance as you wine and grip his strong arm.  "Understand?" he growls, chest rumbling in heat. 

"Yes!" you heave, "Please, Tonowari..."

"How needy," he chuckles at you again. You never knew Tonowari, an Olo'eyktan so sweet and gentle, could be so condescending in his laugh. "Anything you want, you will have," he whispers into your ear before thrusting a finger into your sopping cunt.

You cry in pain, and he swirls soothing circles on your clit while sushing you. The squelching noise that greets you is obscene, and you can merely flush at how wet you are. "Look down," he tells you, "Look at how I fuck you open."

And you do, the reality laid out in front of you. His finger fucks into you with a slow pace, glistening and wet. You grip his arm tighter, head revering into the crook of his neck. His other hand palms your breast, fully engulfing the skin before kneading and twisting at your nipple. 

"Do you feel good?" he grunts, his hips rolling slightly beneath you. "Tell your Olo'eyktan how good you feel."

The demand is firm but teasing, and you can do nothing but comply. "S-so good...but more. Give me more!" you gasp, struggling to hump his hand.

"Mawey." he scolds, and when the hunky man who has his finger stuffed in your sopping cunt scolds you with such a sweet tone, another gush of your juices coat his finger. You can hear him inhale deeply,  followed by a grunt. "Sevin, you have such a responsive cunt - already trying to come around my finger? What am I going to do with you..."

And with that, he slowly enters another finger. You clutch his arm with both hands like it's your lifeline, then feel his veins when they protrude from his muscly arms. His fingers are so thick, pressing into your walls and stretching you out deliciously. You feel so full, and you can only imagine what his cock must feel like. The teaser Tonowari gives you is filthy though, slowly grinding his palm on your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. 

"We have to get you nice and wet for my cock," he assures you, giving attention to your other breast. He whispers in the crook of your neck with a smile ghosting on his lips. "Isn't that right?"

You nod quickly, head bobbing in pleasure when he speeds up. He full-on chuckles into your neck and you choke, "T-Tonowari, I-" you look down to the view he graces you with. 

You don't realize how wet you are until you see his hands soaked. Your juices flow down his wrist and down his fingertips. You feel yourself clench tightly with a gasp, turning your head to look at him.

His blown-out pupils avert down, and a groan rips from his throat. "I know syulang - I can see it, I can see all of it."

"Tonowari!" you gasp, feeling something tighten in your stomach. Your orgasm is fast approaching and you feel the need to warn him - because it's going to hit you, hard. " 'm gonna," you whine, barely audible. 

Tonowari suddenly stills his finger and removes them. You whine again, clutching his hand. He quickly pulls away and tuts, bringing the digits up and swiping them on your lips. You gasp, ready to take them in your mouth when he grabs your chin and turns your head towards his.

With your lips coated with a sheen line of your juices, he kisses you roughly. His tongue darts around to taste you and he moans at just your taste, hips bucking into your ass.

"I'm going to fuck you open syulang," he tells you sweetly before his voice roughens. "Is that okay? Is it okay if I put my cock in you?" 

He grips your neck, commanding instead of asking. You still answer him though, you have to because he expects it.

"Yes! I want it - Eywa, I want it!"

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars 2x10 ‘The Deserter’ Reaction

aka the Rex Chest Episode

The way Grievous says ‘Kenobiiiii’ will never fail to make me laugh

“Any sign of Grievous?” the gesture that goes with this is just, oh Rex

Jesse? Is that Jesse? 

That little smirk from Rex. He knows that Obi-Wan wants first dibs on fighting his frenemy

Cody: “Rex is a smart man.” Obi-Wan: “Indeed. Always thinking on his feet.” Rex: *immediately gets shot*

Also the little glances they exchange during this

Oof that’s gotta hurt. Sniper shot straight to the plastoid covered chest. Poor Rex lying there like a busted pretzel.

Kix, was that you?

I’m guessing the yellow clone is Crys? Why is he yellow instead of 212th gold?

Why does Obi-Wan say “We’ve picked up the scent.” straight down the barrel of the camera? What is this 4th wall break?

Hello Kix!

Jesse got the braincell today. Also Kix’s decidedly confused “Sir” to Jesse was adorable. Wookieepedia lists Jesse as a Lieutenant and with Rex down I’m assuming that means he’s in charge now.

Why are the Twi'lek’s french?

Jesse saying ma’am is sending me

Well Suu is a certified badass. Absolutely no messing with her. 

REX CHEST?!

AND REX WHUMP?!!

Omg his chest and neck and that jaw and those arms and he hurts so prettily and omg I am unwell and cannot be saved help me

I’m guessing the other clone with the tattoo over his left eye is Hardcase? Hi Hardcase! Is he the one with ADHD? I love him already.

Rex flopping around like a fish out of water lmao

Oof that is a nasty bruise on his back. Also his back. And shoulders. And arms. Omg.

Kix telling Rex he outranks him lmao

Rex thighs?! Rex are you wearing nothing but your lower blacks?! That look decidedly grey but anyway. Also, where is the clone bulge? We were robbed.

“You look like my daddy.” FORESHADOWING CLAXON

The way that Kix and Hardcase looked at Rex like, “is this yours?”

There was so much in that “Mmmm” from Suu lol she is so unimpressed

Jesse being told he’s in command while holding a platter of fruit and nodding like a butler at Rex CACKLING

Rex, where are your nipples? Do clones not have nipples? What did the Kaminoans have against nipples? Did we seriously not get clone nipples? Were animated male nipples too much for Lucasfilm and Cartoon Network in the year of our lord 2010? Why are your nipples just slightly darker vague blotches Rex?

Omg Obi-Wan you completely and utterly over the top dramatic bitch (affectionate). Look at him all backlight by the moon looking all dark and mysterious as he hunts down his favourite arch nemesis. 

REX ARMS

Jesus H Christ. My God. Just look at them. Holy fuck. SIR

Also this bit with the farm animal waking him up was hilarious. His wide eyed look of alarm when it was snuffling and licking his face, poor Rex.

Also, Rex Hands? They’re so big. And his fingers are so long. Oh my. Oh no. My brain has already run away with itself.

I may have paused it at the wrong moment but his forearms look hilariously weedy in comparison with the absolute bulging units that are his biceps. 

I know this is supposed to be faux sinister and spooky but do all clones have such lovely beautiful long fingers?

Rex’s spidey senses activated

Cut? Sir? Daddy? Hello? Are all clones just a bulging mass of ripped muscle?

And here we have our philosophical argument for the episode

“Then our children and their children will be forced to live under an evil I can’t well imagine.” Oh no. Oh, Rex. If only you knew.

That was one awkward conversation to have at the family dinner table

Cut was at the Battle of Geonosis? Hmmm I wonder what batch that makes him and how old he is. Especially if Cody wasn’t at the Battle of Geonosis, which we found out in a previous episode. 

Another awkward conversation to have while your kids and wife are just sitting there watching?

Obi-Wan, you are such an overly dramatic bitch. It is hilarious. I love it. A giant Force leap off a tank with multiple somersaults ending in a superhero pose? Really? Also, that poor clone that basically fell out of the exploded tank and was dangling off a bit of it at the end.

Did that clone just shoot an incoming missile out of the air?!

Kids playing outside by themselves? This can only go well. I didn’t realise it at the time but episode 1x2 “Cut and Run” of The Bad Batch did exactly the same thing.

Oop that’s gone well. 

Well Cut clearly hasn’t lost any of his skills from being a clone

Protective Dad Mode Engaged

Also, why is Protective Dad Mode always so damn hot. Hunter does the exact same thing.

Jesse, Hardcase and Kix just absolutely dismantling droids on their speeders

“Always something.” lmao

Cut punching the commando droid and immediately regretting it

So Rex is still just as deadly even with the use of only one arm. 

Poor Rex getting strangled by a commando droid after falling through the floor. Also Cut shooting the droid that was choking Rex was a decidedly badass moment. Thought it did remind me of when Cody basically did the same thing for Crosshair in episode 2x3 ‘The Solitary Clone’ of TBB.

Grievous, did you just try to use a tactical dramatic cape drop on the master of dramatic cape drops himself?

Lol Obi-Wan’s little reach for Grievous. Nooooo come back and fight meeeeee.

Obi-Wan is so pissed that he didn’t get to capture his favourite arch nemesis. He’s having a little sulk. Cody is probably so tired of this shit.

That’s growth right there. Character development time for Rex.

Naw look at Rex riding off into the sunset. Cowboy Rex anyone?

[plussizeficchick]

More Chubby Chaser!Sukuna Headcannons

Okay y’all, since ya girl’s birthday is coming up, I want more Chubby Chaser!Sukuna!! This is kind of an add-on to my original post here.

Warnings: Smut(breeding, size kink)

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna who is fixated on you. Your yummy, squishy, thick thighs that he practically salivates over. Your round, supple stomach that he wants to stuff full of his cum, watch it bulge and feel the heft of it in his hands as he fucks you.

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna that’s just so mean about his desires, nipping at your soft skin, sucking on your sensitive spots. He just can’t keep his hands to himself, the feel of your fat spilling through his fingers enough to coax his cock(s) into hardness, the squishy flesh feeling so warm and good against him, he can’t help but make a mess of you.

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna who actually thanks God for your tits. The cute balls of fat sit so prettily on your chest. The way your puffy nipples feel in his mouth as he laves his tongue over the pert bud, using his sharp teeth to bite at sensitive areas, drawing tiny amounts of blood.

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna that loves to show off his brute strength. He doesn’t have four arms for nothing. He loves to fuck you in a full nelson, splitting your weeping cunt on his thick cock, the tip kissing your cervix in the most painful, yet pleasurable way possible. He’s lapping at your neck, the tongue on his stomach flicking your clit so deliciously it has you crying out in pleasure.

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna that’s in love with your fat cunt. He’s truly never seen a pussy as pretty as yours, the way your juices drip down your folds. The way your puffy clit feels in his mouth as he sucks on the bundle of nerves. It has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the way your pussy clenches around his cock(s). Never, in all his years, has a cunt molded so well for him.

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna that lives for your ass. Small, big, plump, flat, doesn't matter to him. He loves to fuck you from behind, watching the fat of your ass ripple against his abs, your body bouncing rhythmically in time with his powerful strokes. It could bring a tear to his eye, the beauty of it.

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna that lives to make you cry in the most pleasurable way possible. Whether it’s on his tongue, his fingers or his cocks, he always manages to pull pretty crystalline tears from your eyes. Loves to tease you about it; What? Some dick too much for your slutty pussy? Hm? Maybe I should let the brat have a go to loosen you up a bit? Ohh you like that, huh? Your pretty little pussy tightened up when I said that; so mean :(

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna who loves to fuck you until you are on the brink of passing out. The moment he feels your body start to go lax he’s slowing his pace, teasing your abused cunt with his thick fingers, Gotta stay awake baby. Gotta keep your eyes on me. You stop, I stop. 

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna whose heart tightens up a bit when you snuggle closer to him after a night of earth-shattering pleasure, his natural body heat feeling so cozy pressed against you. It’s during times like this that he really allows himself to look at you, admire your being for all you are to him. 

Chubby Chaser!Sukuna who from the moment he’d seen you with the brat, knew you were no doubt, his pretty little plaything. (I say little because compared to Sukuna, you’re always little. The man is a beast  and he feeds your size kink oh so well.)

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[bitchin-beskar]

Royal Affairs - V

Under the Cover of Darkness

Rating: M

Warnings: smut! eavesdropping, masturbation (m and f), mutual masturbation? kind of? fingering, dirty talk, lots of kisses, King!Din drinks his respect women juice and we’re here for it. 

Pairing: King!Din Djarin x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Here’s the next chapter of Royal Affairs! This one is a little on the shorter side, but there’s pretty much zero plot, so.... Enjoy!! Just a quick note, this chapter picks up right at the end of chapter 4, so if you’re a little confused, just re-read chapter 4 real quick! 

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You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

W-Was Din actually pleasuring himself, while thinking of you?

You’re not sure how the sounds on the other side of the door could be mistaken for anything else, though. It was bordering on obscene, the wet, slick sounds of Din’s hand pumping the length of his cock. You could almost picture it, almost. Din was by no means a small man, and you imagined that extended to all of him. 

Your cheeks grew unbearably hot at the lewd sounds coming from the King’s bedchambers. You shouldn’t be doing this, this was probably a huge invasion of his privacy, but you couldn’t help yourself, not when your name sounded so beautiful falling from his lips. 

“F-Fu-Fuck, want– want you so bad, darling–!” 

Din sounded so desperate, so tortured, and it took everything you had to not knock on the door leading to his room. This felt so taboo, so wrong, just listening at the door, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take that step forward, or backwards. You were frozen in time and space, just listening as Din worked himself harder, the noises getting more and more desperate the longer you stood there. 

You didn’t even realize it, but your hands had minds of their own, slowly creeping up under your shirt to cup your breasts. You bit your lip in an effort to stifle your own desperate noises, teasing your nipples to hard peaks with your fingers, secretly wishing it was Din who was teasing you. 

“Gon-Gonna come, sweet girl,” Din panted, and you could practically see him in your mind’s eye. Sprawled out on the large bed, chest bare, skin shiny with sweat, cock in hand as he worked himself closer and closer to his release. Your mouth watered, and you wanted to know what it would feel like to take him down your throat. 

He suddenly let out string of loud grunts and groans, the gravelly rasp of his voice making you clench your thighs, desperate for even a hint of friction. “C-Coming, oh FUCK–” 

You felt faint, flustered and so incredibly aroused that you could barely breathe. Din’s panting filled your ears, accompanied by the faint sounds of him stroking himself through his climax. 

He moaned your name one last time, and you suddenly stumbled away from the door, falling back onto your bed. You were so hot, you just had to get out of your clothes, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to your sweaty skin. In mere seconds you were bare, your hands running over your skin, cupping your breasts and trailing down past your belly to sink into your soaked folds.

***

Din lay in bed, panting softly as he tried to calm down from one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Just the mere thought of you got him hard, and before he’d realized what he was doing, he was wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking himself off, eyes fluttering shut as he remembered how you’d felt, pressed against him in that dark closet the night of the gala. 

Fuck, you’d looked gorgeous, the dress he’d picked out looked even more incredible on you than he could’ve imagined. You lit up the fucking room, and when he’d discovered you’d forgone undergarments? He was desperate, he had to have you then and there.

His cock twitched, beginning to harden again, and he was about to let out a groan of frustration when a quiet sound from your room distracted him. His breath hitched in his throat, and he held as still as possible, trying to see if you were going to make another sound. 

Sure enough, there was another soft sound, almost like a whimper, and immediately he was on full alert. He’d had to listen to you cry every night, and it had been torturous for him to leave you be, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to go another night listening to you cry without at least trying to go in and comfort you. Even if you turned him away, he wanted to be able to offer you that comfort, in the off chance you wanted it. 

But this time, your whimpers sounded different. He couldn’t figure out what exactly was different until he heard you moan. 

Eyes widening, he sat up in bed, stunned. H-He had to be imagining things. Th-There was no possible way that he was actually listening to you–

“Din–” 

Your breathy moan echoed loudly in his ears, and his cock twitched again, fully hard. Fuck, you sounded so pretty moaning his name, and he wanted to hear more. 

“P-P-Please,” you whimpered brokenly, almost sounding pained. “O-Oh, please, I-I need it–”

Din fisted his hands in the sheets in an effort to prevent himself from grasping his cock. He screwed his eyes shut, but that only brought forth images of you to his mind, spread out so prettily on the sheets. He could practically see your gorgeous pout, lip trapped between your teeth as you writhed underneath him.

He could hear how wet you were, and he could just imagine the way you must look, fingers pumping in and out of your pretty pussy. Oh, how he wanted to be the one making you moan and whimper, making you come. 

Your sweet noises increased in pitch and volume, and he could tell you were close. He tensed, listening for the sound of your inevitable release, but he was surprised when it never came.

“No,” you whimpered, and Din frowned, confused. “No, please, m’ so close–!” 

Oh. 

Din’s eyes widened when he realized that for some reason, you couldn’t come. He didn’t understand it, you’d come apart so easily for him, multiple times.

“Fu-Fuck, it’s not enough,” you cried, and Din could hear the pain in your voice. “N-Need more, please–!”

He was conflicted. You were practically begging for help, but he didn’t know if it would be overstepping boundaries to offer said help. He shouldn’t even be listening to you, this was a major breach of your privacy–

“N-Need you.”

What? D-Did you just–

“D-Din, please!”

Oh. Oh fuck. You did. You were calling for him.

***

Tears slowly rolled down your cheeks as you felt the tension in your core ebb. You’d been so close, but you couldn’t push yourself over the edge. Your fingers weren’t thick enough, they couldn’t compare to Din’s. He could reach places inside you that you’d never discovered before. He’d ruined you, in the best of ways, but now you were left trembling and wanting, desperate for something you shouldn’t want.

Dejected, you sat up, sliding on the baggy sleep tunic you’d thrown off in your haste earlier. You hopped off the bed, bending over to pick up your shorts off the floor when a gentle knock rang out. You jumped, guiltily looking towards the door that led to Din’s room. 

Fuck. Did he hear you?

You quickly stepped into the shorts, looking down to make sure you were covered before crossing the short distance, a shaky hand grasping the doorknob, turning the ornate handle and opening the door. 

Din stood there, shirtless, hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was wearing a pair of sleep pants, but your eyes were drawn to the obvious tenting in the fabric. Your eyes widened, and you quickly looked away, back up at his face. 

He was staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face, and you felt yourself grow hot at the way he looked you up and down before slowly stepping into your room.

“D-Din–?”

He chuckled lowly, one of his hands unclenching and reaching up to carefully brush his fingers over your shoulder and slowly down your arm, until he wrapped them gently around your wrist. You watched, lips parted, as he brought your fingers up to his face, the fingers that had been buried in your pussy just minutes earlier. 

His stare pinned you in place as he slowly opened his mouth and took your fingers in between his lips, sucking at the remnants of your arousal that still lingered on your skin. You gasped softly as he stepped even closer, his other arm coming up to wrap around your waist, tugging you against him, letting you feel his desire for you.

He didn’t stop until he’d completely cleaned off your fingers, gently withdrawing your hand from his mouth. Your eyes were trained on the way he licked his lips, the way his eyes darkened the longer he stared at you. 

“Will you let me pleasure you, my darling?” His whisper rang out in the silence of the room, somehow sounding louder than if he’d spoken plainly. “I want to help, if you’ll allow me.”

You searched his eyes, looking for any hint of teasing or judgement, but you found nothing but love. You nodded, and immediately the arm around your waist tightened, and Din was picking you up, playfully tossing you onto the bed. 

Giggling, you bit your lip as Din stalked forward, crawling up onto the bed after you. He propped himself up on his elbows, looming over you. For a moment, he just admired the way you were spread out underneath him, the way your breath hitched as he knelt between your thighs. 

He cupped your face with one hand, his thumb gently pulling your lower lip from between your teeth. “You shouldn’t do that,” he whispered, a soft grin on his lips. 

“Why?” You whispered back, the quiet intimacy of the moment sending a thrill down your spine.

In lieu of an answer, Din leaned down and gently brushed his lips over yours. He pulled away before you could respond, but he didn’t go far, pressing his forehead against yours.

“It just makes me want to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened, stunned at the quiet admission. He gently stroked your cheek, looking at you with such love and adoration that it took your breath away. Smiling back, you slowly poked your tongue out to lick your lips before deliberately drawing your lower lip back in between your teeth.

Din’s pupils were blown wide, watching as you teased him. “Minx,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss you again, drawing your bottom lip into his mouth and nipping softly where you’d been biting seconds earlier. You moaned softly, reaching up to twine your fingers into Din’s hair, tugging gently at the soft strands as he pressed loving kisses to your lips. 

He didn’t stop until you were breathless and pliant beneath him, shifting to try and achieve the friction you so desperately needed. Since you’d been denied release earlier, you were even more frantic now, tugging Din closer in your search for pleasure. 

“What do you need from me, sweet girl? Hmm?” 

You panted, trying to focus so that you could answer him, but Din had decided to mark up your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin until he was pleased with the mark before moving to another spot. 

“I-I, I need– ahh! Din!” 

A loud moan left your lips as Din ducked his head, closing his lips around your nipple through the tunic you wore, laving his tongue over the hardened bud, before sucking, the wet fabric rubbing deliciously over your sensitive skin. 

“F-Fuck, more–” You begged desperately, arching up into the wet heat of his mouth. “D-Don’t tease!”

Pulling off of your nipple, Din looked up at you, all flustered and needy, his grin feral. “You want more, darling?” At your jerky nods, Din crawled back up your body, grabbing you around the waist and flipping the both of you around so that he was seated back against the headboard, with your back pressed against his chest. You were settled between Din’s thighs, sighing softly as his fingers slowly stroked up and down your sides. 

“I want you to pull those cute little shorts off, sweet thing. Can you do that for me?”

Din’s lips were pressed tight against your ear, the low growl of his voice making you clench in anticipation. You gripped the waistband of your shorts and shimmied them down your legs, kicking them off without a care to where they fell. 

“Good girl.”

Din gently nudged his feet under your legs, spreading you wide open for him. You were flustered at being so open and practically on display, but Din was quick to distract you. 

He wrapped one arm around your waist, his other hand gently intertwining with yours. “I want you to show me,” he whispered, the seductive drawl of his voice making your heart skip a beat. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

Your breath hitched, even as you slowly drew your joined hands down to your dripping folds. Din let you lead, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he watched.

The first touch of your fingers against your folds made you whimper, made even more erotic by the way Din’s fingers pressed yours just a little harder against your pussy, gently encouraging you to press your fingers inside. 

He let you take charge, showing him how you worked your fingers in and out of your pussy, both his hand and your own practically dripping with your juices. Every soft moan and whimper that escaped your mouth was followed with a soft kiss to your neck from Din, quiet, whispered encouragement easily falling from his lips.

“That’s it, feels so good, doesn’t it, darling?” 

Nodding, you threw your head back, hips grinding against your hand, the heel of your palm brushing deliciously against your clit. Din’s own fingers spread your lips to allow you easier access, letting you focus on what made you feel good. A particularly hard brush against your clit nearly made you scream, and you ground your teeth to fight against letting the pleasured gasp escape.

Din nipped harsly at your neck, and your mouth fell open, a squeak escaping your throat. 

“No, no. Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. I wanna hear all those pretty little noises as you fuck yourself open on your fingers.”

Another soft whimper escaped your lips, and you didn’t try to hide it, not this time. Another whispered “good girl” from Din made your cunt clench around your fingers, and your hips jerked. 

Din’s arm tightened around your waist, keeping you still. He guided your hand in slow, gentle circles, causing you to press just a little harder into your clit. 

Like before, you quickly approached the precipice, body tensing as your core tightened, breath coming in quick pants. You were teetering just on the edge, but you couldn’t push yourself over. 

“D-Din, help me,” you barely had time to whimper before he was gently pulling your hand from your wet heat, sinking his own fingers deep inside you.

The sudden stretch made you cry out, your back arching, forcing Din’s fingers even deeper into your pussy. He began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb pressing tight circles against your clit. One of your hands flew to cup the back of Din’s neck as he easily brought you right to the edge of your release.

“Are you gonna come for me, my beautiful girl?” 

“Yes!”

At your desperate, whimper, he somehow sped up. With a scream, you came, hips undulating as Din’s fingers worked you through your release. 

“That’s it,” he growled as you shuddered and trembled in his arms, thighs shaking and chest heaving from the intensity of your climax. “Soak the fucking sheets, come all over my hand, there’s a good girl.” 

He prolonged your orgasm as he kept brushing his thumb over your clit until it finally became too much, the sensations too intense. He didn’t stop until you began pushing his hand away, turning your face into his neck as you tried to stop your shaking. 

“T-Thank you,” you whispered against his skin, lips brushing against his jaw as you nuzzled into him. Both of his hands rested gently on your belly, thankfully leaving your throbbing pussy alone. You’re not sure you could take another orgasm right now, and you felt like your whole body was going limp.

“You never have to thank me for that, sweet thing,” Din murmured, chest rumbling against your back. “It’s my pleasure to bring you pleasure.” At his mention of pleasure, you frowned, trying to wiggle out of his arms. “Now, where do you think you’re going, darling?”

“You didn’t come,” you whispered sleepily. “I-I should–”

Din’s voice was as firm as the grip he had on you. “You should sleep.” 

You tried to keep wiggling, trying to turn so that you could help him. “But, y-you... for me... I should...” You trailed off, a big yawn escaping your lips before you could finish your protests.

“But nothing, darling. Just because I made you come, does not mean you’re obligated to return the favor. Any man who says otherwise is not worth your time.”

“But–”

Din tilted your chin up with one crooked finger, brushing his lips gently against yours to stave off your argument. You sighed, finally relaxing back into his arms.

“We have all the time in the world, my darling. Right now, you need sleep.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “May I bring you to my room? Your sheets are quite wet, and I don’t think you’re able to stay awake long enough for me to change them.”

You nodded. Din slowly scooted out from behind you, standing up before turning back to where you were sitting on the bed, blinking blearily up at him. He drew you into his arms, bringing you up so that you could nuzzle back into his neck, your body drawn to the warmth he radiated. You were asleep before he entered his rooms.

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[goldentsum]

— pain and pleasure come together!

pairing: kirishima x reader

genre: smut, pwp

wordcount: 3.2k 

tags/warnings: sub! kirishima, power dom! reader, sensitive! kiri, mommy kink, edging, messy, bdsm, sex toys, bondage, anal play (male receiving), pain play, choking, riding, aftercare (do NOT ever skip aftercare for your subs!) 

author’s note: this is basically sin wrapped with more sin. kirishima and reader are aged up, duh. anyway, enjoy~ <3

kirishima loves you. he really does. he will do anything for you in a heartbeat without any hesitation in his whole being. if you said jump, he’ll spring up so hard he’ll hit the ceiling. the man lives off pleasing you. 

and you know this. know it too well. the way his gleaming eyes stared adoringly at you every time or the way he unconsciously move towards you and your needs. oh, you don’t have any spoon? let me get one for you. oh, there’s no more seats left? have mine please. 

of course, you also love kirishima with all your heart but sometimes this man just goes above and beyond which surprises you still despite being together for years now. if it means that it’ll make you happy, he’ll do it without any question. so with that being said, you just want to give back the same effort to your boyfriend. 

this brings us back to the current situation of your buff large man sprawled on your large shared bed with red rope wrapped around his limbs and torso, courtesy of kirishima’s suggestion of having the said color. 

his breath was heavy, his chest heaving up and down despite you barely touching him. you know just how sensitive he is and fuck, if you don’t take advantage of that someone should slap you to your senses. 

anticipating your next move as his red eyes follows your movements, trained to your pretty figure that’s adorned with his favorite lingerie on you. red just makes your skin so delectable, he wants to sink his teeth into you. seeing you wear red rises a primal instinct in him, a voice in his head telling him whenever you wear red that you are his as he is yours. 

“(y-y/n), baby... please touch me” he whimpered out when your hands moved along your soft skin, touching the soft lace adorning your body. you smirked at the tied up man before you. how could you deny such request when he begs so prettily for you? crawling in all fours, you straddled his thighs and stared straight at him. 

kirishima panted when your soft skin touched his, even a graze of your soft skin makes him go crazy. he watched you lean closer to him and he eagerly tried to meet your red lips but you moved away, sitting back on his thighs. the pro-hero whined, pouting at you. 

“you’re so hot, eijirou” you complimented and brushed the back of your fingers along his aching cock. he gasped lewdly and his hips jerked at your fleeting touch. you chuckled sadistically at the sprawled man on the bed and slapped the supple skin of his muscular thighs which earned you a loud moan. 

“be a good boy now, baby.” you scolded playfully. you grabbed the vibrator beside you as multiple toys was thrown carelessly on the bed. the loud buzzing sound echoed in the room when you turned it on which made kirishima gulp in anticipation and excitement. 

“p-please, mommy” he uttered, eyes trained on you and his teeth biting down at his swollen lip from the all biting he did when he waited for you.

contented at his cute words, you moved the vibrator to his cock. the sudden vibration made kirishima throw his head back in shock, a scream escaping him. 

“aAAHH-! mommy! too much-!” he choked out, a series of loud moans left his mouth. you tsk-ed at his words and turned the intensity up making his eyes roll back to his head and his hips moving erratically.

“hAhh! mMMfgg!” loud and lewd moans only escaped the male, his cock leaking with so much pre-cum as you slide the vibrator up and down his length. his arms struggling against the binds you had on him. your other hand gripped his length while you held the vibrator on the red swollen head of his thick cock. he jolted, thrusting in your hand. 

you coated his thick cock with the cum that spilled from his cock’s head, wetting your digits along with it. massaging the base as you traced the prominent veins, watching his length twitch. you removed the vibrator off, the male beneath you panting heavily like he just ran a marathon. sweat made his hair stick to his forehead while his eyes were half-lidded, staring at the ceiling with a fucked out expression already.

chuckling at his expression, amused, because you haven’t even started with the best part yet. your fingers graze down his balls and to his puckering hole, his breath hitching at the contact. 

you touched the clenching hole lightly, never prodding inside and just tracing the rim. kirishima huffs, impatient, and tried to grind down to your fingers. your (e/c) eyes went up to meet his and glared at the needy man. your intimidating glare made him needier, his dick twitching and begging for attention, and he gulped. 

you growled under your breath and slapped his cock making him jolt on the bed and cry out in pain and pleasure. “don’t test me now, baby. you want to be punished? be mommy’s whore than mommy’s good baby boy?” 

kirishima shook his head, “wanna be mommy’s good boy” he whispered, too aroused. you smiled, pleased, and thumbed his cock as an apology for the harsh slap, his emotions a whirlpool of mess. he was happy and soft when he saw your satisfied smile but your fingers threatening to sink in his ass and your rubbing was making him needier as his body heats up. 

“then be a good boy.” you cooed and tapped his wet lips with your finger. kirishima eagerly opened his mouth and sucked in your fingers. he moaned around your fingers, tongue lapping at your skin and coats them with spit. you smirked at him and slowly started thrusting your fingers in his mouth. 

the male sucked and twirled his tongue around your fingers, moaning in delight when you played with his wet muscle. pressing down on his tongue and nudged the back of his throat, he gagged in surprise but continued sucking your fingers like a good slut he is. when you deemed it was wet enough, you removed it from kirishima’s mouth. there was a thick line of spit connecting your fingers and his tongue.

trailing down his ass once again and wetting it with his spit. you traced the ring of muscle with your wet digits then you suddenly sink your fingers in his tight hole. kirishima choked on a moan at your sudden movement, your other hand working on his length. his eyes closed at the feeling of your fingers inside him, rubbing every sensitive spot, and your tight grip on his cock, stroking him so agonizing slow but he feels his orgasm coming faster than he expected. 

your digits thrust roughly and hit his sweet spot with every move, the male’s hips following your pace. his head thrown back to the pillows and his back arched so prettily. your hand gripped his aching wet cock, the twitching of his dick was a sign that he was close. so deliciously close. 

crying out, he felt his release drawing closer and closer and when he was about to come, your movements stop altogether. kirishima gasped and opened his wet eyes to look at you in confusion. 

“no coming until i say so, baby” 

kirishima sobbed at the stolen orgasm, your fingers stilling inside of him while you kissed his quivering thighs. when he finally calmed down, you moved your fingers again though softly and slower this time. you don’t want your baby suddenly coming and not experience a full-blown body-shuddering orgasm from all your effort.

his breath started to get heavier again when your fingers nudged his prostate and your hand stroking him slowly. the slow build-up once again was torture for him but it felt so painfully great. 

small mewls left his bruised lips from all the biting, chest moving heavier at each stroke and thrust you make. he inhaled sharply when your pace speeds up, his body rocking softly with your movements. with furrowed brows, he focused on the pleasure you’re giving him but as he does so, the pleasure seemed to double. his red eyes watched you from his spot, pants leaving his tender lips. he wet his lips and his eyes rolled back when you delivered a rough thrust. 

“hAH!- feels so good~” muttering incoherently, his mind was starting to get putty again. you watched his expression, sharp eyes trained to his face. kirishima was so beautiful. so hot. 

mouth wide open as he moans, a thin trail of spit on the corner of his lips, eyes rolled back, large muscles contracting at every action you make, and his thick cock twitching in your hand. who knew someone could do this to the dignified pro-hero.

you can practically feel the heat from your place, his body shining with a thin sheet of sweat which made his body even more god-like. his abdominal muscles contracting to stop him from cumming without your permission. you kissed his abs and traced the hard muscles with your tongue. his body jerking at the sensation of your wet tongue dragging along his heated skin. the stimulation you gave him was too much for the red-head and his climax was getting closer than the first one. 

he gasped out when you curled your fingers inside him and rubbed his walls. hips grinding down to your digits as a sudden orgasm rippled from him. with a loud cry, he spilled on to your hand as he clenched around your fingers. hips trying to ride out his orgasm but you stilled.

you glared at the sub on your bed and gripped his sensitive cock. kirishima jolted at your action, looking up to you guiltily. he whimpered when you scowled at him. you removed your fingers off his ass roughly making him cry out in pain. you took the paddle beside you and turned his lower body around, the rope on his arms connected to the bedpost made him twist. with a swift move, it hit the tender skin of his ass. 

kirishima made a strangled noise at the sharp pain, his hips grinding down in instinct. you saw his movement and got angrier. 

“you know why i’m doing this, don’t you baby?” growling against his ear which earned a pitiful whimper as he nodded.

“i-.. i came without permission” he sobbed as another hit came into contact on his reddening skin. 

“and baby boys who don’t follow their mommy’s rules are going to get punished. now, count to 10 with each hit. don’t mess up or i’m gonna start over.” you muttered and leaned away, the wooden paddle grazing the red skin of his ass.

with a rougher hit, kirishima cried and his body jerked. “o-one!” and your punishment continued. with every hit, his skin gotten more tender and redder. when he counted all the way to ten, he was crying and sobbing. fat tears rolled down his cheeks and spit escaped his lips with all the crying. 

kirishima always look so good like this. and you were sure, he liked his punishment as well when your eyes caught his hard cock standing proudly against his stomach again and it leaking so much pre-cum, joining the small puddle on his stomach and base. 

you let go of the wooden paddle and discarded it beside you. caressing the tender skin, he hissed at the dull pain. you massaged his skin skin softly and kissed it. you muttered words of praise and kissed his hip, telling him how great he took your punishment as kirishima sniffle. 

“such a good boy taking mommy’s punishment like a champ~” 

you turned him around gently, letting him lay down properly. you saw him winced when he turned around. his face wet with tears, spit, and snot combined. 

you leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss on his swollen lips, tongue swiping softly on the bitten lip. kirishima whimpered against you, opening his mouth willingly. your tongue met his eager one which coaxed yours to go into his mouth. your tongues were pressed together into a hot open-mouthed kiss, wet muscles swirling around each other as you taste one another.

kirishima moaned softly against your lips as he moved frenziedly to work on your mouth. you broke the kiss which made him huff. you quickly pecked his pouting ones and worked your way to his throat. you sucked on the skin and sink down your teeth into it. his cock twitching against your stomach when you pressed your body on his. 

when you finally released his skin, it was turning into a bruise, joining your other hickies and bruises on kirishima’s body, which made you huff in satisfaction. you straddled kirishima’s hips, pressing your clothed pussy against his sensitive cock. the loud moan he released when he felt your heat was so lewd and pornographic. 

“mommy, please--” 

“shh, i know baby. it’s okay. let mommy handle it, yeah” you cooed, caressing his hair as you moved his strands away from his eyes and forehead. he mewled at the affection. kirishima was always a sucker for affection. 

you removed your panties, the cloth on your center was damped with your essence. he drooled at the sight of your naked pussy, wanting to be inside you more than anything. 

you held his cock to line it up to your entrance, his breath heavy and excited as he watched you sink into his length. the feeling of your tight pussy around his sensitive cock was making him delirious. you two moaned in unison when he bottomed out.  

your wet walls sucked him in so tightly, clenching around him like you want to milk his cock until the last drop. he groaned, head pressed in the pillow and he waited for you to start moving. 

with a shaky breath, you moved slowly. the feeling of kirishima’s thick cock inside you was amazing as always. there was the dull pain from the stretch as his tip grazed your cervix. 

your movements slowly speed up, bouncing in his lap and rolling your hips as you chase your orgasm. your eyes trained to the man beneath you who’s moaning so erotically. he was muttering incoherent words, eyes rolled back into his head as he tried to match your grinding. 

you reached out and wrapped a hand around his thick neck, squeezing a bit making him gasp out and wheeze. kirishima looked at you, tongue out as he panted like a dirty dog. you felt his cock twitch inside you and you grind harder. you slowly lost yourself to the pleasure and unconsciously squeezed his neck harder when he nudged the spongy spot inside you. a choked grunt was heard before you snapped out of it and removed your hands off him. 

you let your hand wander down and teased his nipples, the male crying in surprise at the added stimulation. you grinned lewdly at him, fucking him as you did so. you pinched the sensitive nipple making the male arch on the bed as he speeds up his thrusts.

“HAh! fuckk! fuck fuck! mhhngg! feels so good! so good-- ‘s good” the male rasped and broken moans escaped him. his voice was raspy and husky from all the crying he did earlier. you moaned when he repeatedly hit a certain spot inside you, your actions quickening at that. 

you removed your hands off him and went to rub circles on your puffy clit. kirishima watched you with lidded eyes, entranced with the way you bounce on his cock and with your fingers circling your bundle of nerves. it was making him lightheaded, the sensitivity he felt from his earlier orgasm, the pain from the spanking, and the harsh rope digging into his skin was making him ache all over. but he’ll be lying if he say he didn’t like it. 

the way kirishima’s cock hit your g-spot perfectly and your frantic rubbing to your clit was getting you closer to your orgasm and the twitch of his dick inside you indicated that he was close too. 

you quickened your actions, clenching on kirishima’s cock as you moaned when you feel yourself coming closer to the edge. your rubbed your wet clit and just like that, an intense orgasm washed over you. you moaned loudly when climax hit you, head thrown back as you clenched around the hard cock. 

the feeling of you orgasming and you clenching tightly around him was enough to make kirishima cum as well, painting your walls white with thick ropes. he cried out at the body-shuddering orgasm he experienced. hips jerking roughly as he rode your and his orgasm. new tears pricked his eyes at the intensity, raspy moans escaping him. kirishima’s vision slightly darkened at the orgasm he experienced.

and when you two finished, kirishima went limp on the bed, mentally and physically tired. you huffed as you tiredly swirled your hips against his, milking him. you laid your body on top of his, your heavy pants mirroring his. 

after a bit when you two finally calmed down, you sat up making you two winced at the sensitivity. you smiled down at your boyfriend, moving the strands that stuck to his sweaty skin. you pressed a soft kiss on his lips and leaned away, removing the binds you had on your boyfriend. 

your eyes softened at the discolored skin on his wrists and arms and kissed it tenderly. your hands massaging the tender skin as he winced a bit. you moved and let his softening cock out, your cum and his dripping out of you. you ignored the ache you experienced and kissed his cheek then walked to the bathroom to get something to clean him and clean yourself.

kirishima waited for you in the bed, not like he could move anyway, his body heavy. when he saw you appear again with a small container with water on it and a towel, he smiled tiredly. 

you kissed him again, muttering praises on his cheek and started to clean him up gently. you softly dragged the wet towel on his skin, careful to not hurt him. kirishima admired you and his heart was full with how gentle you were being. 

“i love you” you heard him whisper which made you grin and you kissed him again. 

“i love you too, baby. you did so well today, love” you praised as he almost purred at your words, a sleepy smile on his lips. when you finished cleaning him up, you opened the drawer on your nightstand to get the cream. 

“turn around, baby” you whispered as he whined but nonetheless turned around, showing his bruised ass to you. you applied the cream on the skin, caressing softly. you also applied the cream on his bruised wrists. 

“such a good baby. you’re so pretty, eijirou” you said when you finished and the cream dried off. moving closer to him, you moved the toys off the bed and quickly joined him in the bed and wrapped your arms around him, your chest pressed against his strong back. you threw the blanket over you two. 

kissing his shoulder blades, he hummed in content and sleepiness. you kissed cheeks again, your hands caressing his skin and drawing patterns.

“goodnight, baby. sweet dreams~” you muttered teasingly and eijirou huffed a small laugh and nudge you a bit. 

“goodnight, (y/n)... dream of me” he mumbled back as sleep caught up to him

you smiled and closed your eyes, nuzzling your face against his nape, “always” 

[shhhlikeme]

“Light Work”

Hawks x Fem!Reader

-> 2.97k words 💘

The Secret’s Out!

Valentine’s Exchange Gift For Nicole💘💘💘 ( @vixenpen ) 💘💘💘 love u!

Exchange Organized by The Lovely @ayocee !!! ❣️

Prompt: Hawks Valentine’s date that ends in smut

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, fluff + smut

A/N: This is my first time writing for BNHA!!! So cool - It was fun, hope it’s sufficient:)

Song: Unthinkable by Alicia Keys 

The chilled red wine cooled your warm tongue as you emptied the remains of your glass.

Licking your now red-stained lips, to get rid of the fogginess you blinked at the laptop screen in front of you. 

“Baby,” you called as you poured yourself a third glass. “Can you show me the sunset again?” 

Displayed on your cute laptop screen is a FaceTime call—one that you certainly could have answered on your iPhone but you needed the visual to be as big as possible tonight.

When your question reached the other side of the call, the screen that once showed you in real-time: the intensity of the Pacific ocean in spring from a birds-eye view, tilted like a rollercoaster. Then, your eyes were met with the awe-inspiring visual that is the Pacific sunset from the point of view in the centre of the ocean. It’s shot from a perfect perspective: a perspective too low for a plane to capture, yet too high for a boat to capture. It is a perspective only attainable by a certain pro hero of yours…

“Wow...” your lips moved autonomously, even before you had time to register the thought— but as are the effects of your favourite bottle of red. 

Your eyes bore into the gorgeous planes of the orange and pink horizon. You unknowingly let your cheek rest on your closed fist, soaking in the rarity of this wonder. Admiring it.

“You like it, beautiful?” Called a loving voice, taking you out of your trance for a second. 

“Of course.” You answered. 

“I—“

“Please. Don’t give me that cheesy ‘it’s not as beautiful as you’ line that’s it’s in every lame movie,” 

The soft joyous chuckle of your boyfriend’s laugh reverberated through the speakers, travelling right from his lips to your heart: effectively warming it in  its entirety. 

“I was actually going to say to say that I wish I could bring your tipsy ass up here.” He chuckled again. “This mission would sure be a lot more fun if your legs were wrapped around me. You know: pretending to drop you so you’d hold on tighter.... your ass in my hands...” 

“Hm,” you smirked, glad that your new boyfriend didn’t plan on giving you one of the cheesy lines most guys did. “I agree.” 

“Yeah?” Your boyfriend inquired, voice rising with interest. “You really are getting tipsy, aren’t you? Usually you’d kill me for even saying that,” 

“Well...Under these circumstances.. maybe I wanna be nice tonight....” you weren’t aware of the sexual innuendo entering your tone when you said that either.

But your boyfriend, however-- picked up on it right away. 

He bit his lip bottom. “...how nice?” 

“Hmmm… Nice enough to balance out the awfulness that is: my boyfriend having to leave me in the middle of our first Valentine’s Day date?” 

Hawks sighed. “Mmmmm I know. I know, baby, and I’m sorry….” 

You frowned. “Why are you apologizing? It was incredible while it lasted and we were able to get through most of it without interruption, so I have to be thankful for that knowing your job. Plus, It’s not like it’s your fault—“

“But I’m apologizing anyway. I wanted to finish the date and be there with you... I wanted to see your face when you saw how I decorated my apartment for you,” 

Your eyes left the passing sunset so that you could take in the over-the-top but romantic-as-all-hell way in which your man decorated his apartment for you for Valentine’s Day.

From where you laid atop the blankets on his King sized bed, you could see the shiny balloons everywhere; some on the floor moving around because the window is open and the air is blowing them slightly. You could also see the dozens of candle flames fluttering with the wind and making the room smell heavenly--you could also see the real rose petals everywhere, even underneath you on the bed, as well as the silver and red streamers on the ceilings that could not easily be reached by anyone but your Hawks. You smiled to yourself at the thought of your cooler-than-thou boyfriend sprinkling girly rose petals everywhere as your boyfriend continued speaking. 

 “--It’s annoying because this mission is not even anything big, either. Just scouting for Selkie while his crew is out. It’s shitty new Hero work, to be honest, but the kids are in final exams right now I guess. Either way, I’d much rather be finishing the amazing date I had planned with you. I mean at least I got to take you to that yakiniku spot, but—“

“—That food was amazing, though,” 

Keigo returned your interruption—though his voice dropped, speaking slowly. “—Your dress was amazing.” 🤤 he let out a sexily breathy chuckle, not missing a beat. 

Clearly, it had been something on his mind judging by how quickly that response came out. 

This time, when you heard your boyfriend’s sensually connotation chuckle; warmed more than just your heart. 

Acting on impulse, and maybe a little bit on alcohol, too, your hand not holding the wine glass fiddled with the end of the short but very expensive-looking dress you wore. It is a form fitting maxi and, yes, it is red. 

You made sure to pick a red that perfectly matched the colour of your Pro hero’s wings. Ironically enough, it matched the colour of the wine you’ve been drinking tonight too.

Needless to say, you ruffled Hawk’s feathers in the best way when he picked you up earlier tonight. He was practically salivating and if he didn’t have reservations you two would have never made it out the house tonight. You made him behave himself until after dinner even though you wanted to pounce on him all the same. The look of your man in a tux, God damn. The wait always made it better, though.

So you two did wait. And that ‘later’ that you two unspokenly promised each other over heated glances at dinner is…. now. 

However, this “now” had been tortuously ripped away from you both when your man got a Hero call just as he was simultaneously fumbling with his house keys and undoing his belt. You avoided pouting or crying about his departure by indulging in your favourite wine that your boyfriend had bought, the one chilling near the bed just for you two. 

“You liked it?” You asked about your dress, your voice matching the sensual aspect of Tamaki’s. 

Your man groaned through the speakers. “Your legs........your ass......” is all he answered before he fantasized over there,

You watched the screen as Hawk’s right-wing that was visible in the FaceTime: straightened. “God, babe...If I wasn’t on this mission...”

“—If you weren’t on this mission, what?” You inquired coyly, unaware of the fact that the hand of yours that was playing with the dress’s hem had now begun brushing your thigh, tingling your skin lightly. The tingling was only intensified by the breezy air that flowed through the opened windows in Hawk’s apartment. It was complemented only by the sound of the breeze that took up the speaker because the #2 hero was calmly soaring through the air. 

“If....” Keigo continued, “If I wasn’t on this mission staring at this fucking ocean.... then I’d....” 

Your fingers pushed your skirt up—just barely. 

“You’d...?” 

“I’d be staring at another ocean, one I like much more--tongue-fucking you so deeply you’d be pooling around me, babe. Just the way I like you to.” 

Your breath hitched when those travelling fingers on yours pressed against the outside of your g-string: prodding lightly against the fabric that covered the ocean your man was talking about. 

Upon hearing your breath hitch, the FaceTime video camera scrambled upward, your gorgeous boyfriend coming into view as he soared through the sky. Behind those transparent yellow goggles, his eyes were wide. Not because he was surprised, oh no, on the contrary: your boyfriend knew just how much you wanted him to make you scream tonight based on the way you looked at him over dinner...that wasn’t it. 

His eyes widened more out of jealousy: recognizing the sound of your impending orgasm—even if very far—as accurately as he can recognize danger on a Hero mission. “Aw, you gonna play without me, baby?” He sounded smug, not sad. 

“Call it getting a head start...” You answered quickly, knowing that your boyfriend’s mission shouldn’t last longer than a few hours. That just meant you’d be able to take a nap in between that would hopefully give you enough energy to keep up with your insatiable, sex-God of a man when he gets home. 

“Okay, beautiful. Then start.” He answered coolly—sexily. 

Your entire body responded in the feeling of increased sensitivity, irrevocably turned on by your boyfriend’s demands. 

And he knew that. 

You stretched so that you could set your wine glass on the bedside table, giving your man a great view of your ass in that red dress. 

The same red dress that’s been living in his horny thoughts rent-free for the past two hours. 

He groaned. “Do that again and I’m losing my job today,” 

You smiled prettily as you returned to the laptop camera, getting comfortable by suckling on your middle & pointer finger gently. 

“Shit, Y/N...I love when you’re eager baby,”

You nodded, staring at your boyfriend through the screen as he flew through the sky. You did this as you awaited instruction patiently. As always. 

Hawks, who had originally been using his back camera-only in order to avoid getting distracting from enemy-watch, tried to remind himself why he did that as he struggled to keep hold of his phone. 

On his end, the sight of you looking so needy and sucking on your own fingers so that they were wet when you plunged them into the heat that—just the thought makes him drool—proved too much for him. 

And you haven’t even started yet.

His dick hardened just from looking at you. 

“No, Hawks. Can’t.” Hawks mumbled to himself, obviously putting his phone back down and switching the camera so it wasn’t facing him again. You were met with the pretty water once encore, the waves now sparkling due to the warm sunset reflecting off of them. 

“I can’t watch, love.” Hawks stated, disappointment evident in his tone. “But don’t stop. Close your eyes and lay on your back.”

Fingers still in your mouth, you listened. 

“Spread those legs, baby.” 

You listened. 

“Hike up that dress but don’t.take.it.off. That job’s for me. You hear me?” 

You nodded, even though neither of you could see each other. 

Hawks, being the good hero that he is, used all of his mental strength not to peek. He had to complete this mission.

You always listened anyway. 

As always.

“Pull down the straps of your dress--just the straps. So that your tits are out. Are you wearing a bra?” 

You were going to move your finger to answer before your man did it for you, 

“Fuck, no you’re not...” he said in a strained voice. He recalled how your perky nipples pressed against the sinful dress’s red fabric in the car because you were cold. This was before Hawks had given you his jacket that you wore the rest of the night. “God imma lose this job....” Keigo muttered to himself, shaking his head. 

“Mm,” you answered around your own fingers. 

“Make small circles around inner thighs, baby. Right around the prize. Use the hand that isn’t currently filling-in for my cock.”

You moaned, doing just as he says with the visual of your man’s perfect dick replacing your fingers in your mind right now. You felt your pussy throb. 

Hawks inwardly cursed his job when he heard you moan, pleased with himself but subconsciously deliberating just how much shit he’d get in if he left this mission post right now... 

After a few minutes, when Hawks heard your breath pick up, triggering him to get harder, he licked his dry lips and said, 

“Mm, now move your thong to the side. Slide those fingers up and down your lips baby, the same way I do with my tongue. You know how.” 

“Mmff,” you moaned, eyes still closed and still licking around your own fingers. You pretended you were cockwarming the #2 hero’s heavenly length. 

“Good, baby. Now switch hands.” 

You listened immediately—using the soaked fingers in your mouth to glide up and down your soaking pussy lips. They slid even easier than your other hand did and since—in your head—those fingers were stepping in as your man’s dick, it somehow felt even more pleasurable than your other hand. 

You moaned, arching your back slightly. “O-oh,” 

Against his better judgement, Keigo was unable to stop himself from looking down at his phone when you moaned like that, immediately dropping the device when the sight of you running your hand between your pussy lips with that sexy dress bunched at the waist came into vision.

“Fuck,” Hawks cursed, flying down quickly to grab his phone just before it hit the water. 

He checked to make sure that him dropping it hadn’t disturbed you, and then he let out a sigh of relief when he realized he hadn’t. You were still doing as he said with your eyes closed, and obviously having a good time doing it too. 

Unable to fight his desire anymore, Tamaki’s eyes darted around, scanning the horizon and the ocean for anyone within a 100-mile radius. 

When he deemed the coast, quite literally—clear—he held his phone with one hand and stuffed his hand inside his pants, grabbing his overexcited dick. 

“Insert one finger baby. You pick.” Keigo directed--his own finger encircling the tip of his dick. He resisted a groan that begged to be released. 

“Good. Now, insert the other. No, nice and slow baby. Niceeee…. and slow,” 

You did--and he copied your movements, a sense of pride washing over him that he had such a beautiful, absolutely stunning lover. 

***

You listened to your man for the next ten or so minutes... trying your best to hold off your orgasm as your stomach coiled in the best way. The combination of your fingers; the sound of your man’s deep voice giving demands; the thought of his dick inside you instead; and the way that the wind entering his apartment via the open windows contrasted the heat of your wet vagina; wow…. all of it just felt too incredible. 

“I’m close, baby...” you whispered hastily. “Can I touch my—“ 

Just as you were about to ask if you could pinch your nipples in order to throw yourself over the edge, you were erotically surprised by someone--or should you say someTHING --doing it for you. 

Your eyes shot open, and then your back arched, even more, when you realized that the thing that touched you is nothing more than a red feather. 

It encircled your nipple pleasurably, another coming from the window and encircled the other nipple. 

Your toes curled. The feathers were the same colour as your dress. 

“Ahh, Keigo!” You moaned, not even waiting for permission before you sped up the pace of your fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut on their own fruition.

There was a smirk in your boyfriend’s voice. “I assume they’re there, baby?” 

“Ngh.....” you sped up the pace even more, your short fingers just barely hitting your g-spot; the g-spot that your man’s dick can always reach. You whimpered.

The feathers around your nipples whirled around your body whimsically, filling in for what your fingers were just short of in other ways: 

travelling down the line that centres your breast... 

tracing your neckline... 

moving down to encircle your ankles... 

“Oh my God, H-Hawks, yes-s, ah....!”

The soft-touch of the material’s feathers felt so good. No, they weren’t Hawks’ strong hands, and the two small entities just ghosted over your skin... barely locatable, but it is the fact that they were red and they were your MAN’s —your man who is physically cities away right now—that made this indescribably amazing for you. 

He is cities away: yet he is here. This is him. 

“Hawks…” you sighed, getting closer and closer, 

“Y/N....” Hawks sighed back roughly: deeply. 

Not that you could see but his eyes were half-lidded as he watched you get off. Seeing you be assaulted by the feathers he sent drove him absolutely mad. This had to be the sexiest things he’s ever seen from afar. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Your man said softly, biting his lip and forgetting his demands because right now he needed to cum. The sight of you like this was too much to bear. Hawk’s picked up the pace of his own hand on his cock. 

When the feathers returned to your nipples from your belly button, you let out a wanton scream moan, your white-hot orgasm ripping through your body as violently as the Pacific waves that were crashing underneath your boyfriend right now. 

Hawks’ orgasm followed soon after, your name falling from his lips as he just-barely pulled his pants down in time so that he released in the ocean instead of in his suit pants. 

You both calmed your breathing as you came back down to earth. The feathers fell next to you as if they were sleeping peacefully. 

After a few moments passed and you found the strength to open your eyes, rolling over to look at your Hero. He matched your semi-satiated expression so you could guess that he had found sweet release as well just now.

Keigo knew you well enough to know that you needed a nap at this time, just as you usually did post-orgasm. Therefore, he wasn’t surprised whatsoever when you whispered in parting:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Be home soon so we can do...this... in person.” 

“Of course.” Hawks answered. Then, he couldn’t resist adding a cheeky pun.  

🕊

“I’ll fly there if I have to.”

[unmaskedagain]

No, Bruce! You can’t Adopt her.

This isn’t salt, Cupcake. But I’m going to do a quick drabble of this anyway because it’s an awesome idea.

The suit was a deep dark red. Darker than it used to be from what they had seen saw from the previous news reports reviewed. Her mask was black. Her eyes a startling blue and her hair a shade just touch short of being as dark as night. The girl looked to be no older than thirteen or fourteen.

Somehow she had shown up on the scene just before any of the batfamily could and immediately solve the riddles, freed the innocent civilization, dismantle the bomb with rubber duck and a hair pin, dodged the trap, and was now fighting off the Riddler and his men.

And as they watched her kick the Riddler in the face and then yo-yo away, only to spin around and do it a second time, all the batkids knew they’d have to step in.

“You can’t adopt her, B-Man,” The Redhood pinched his nose.

           Robin opened to his mouth his defend his father but quickly shut it. His four adopted brothers, an adopted sister, one sort of adopted “cousin”, and the hardcore way his father had been pushing Luke spend more and more time at the manner to the point where Lucius Fox had taken to glaring at the Dark Knight.

“…She needs a mentor,” Came Batman’s gruff response.

“You need a therapist.”

           They winced when Ladybug broke the arm of a 300 pound bodybuilder and slam him on the ground.

           Nightwing gave his dad a grin, “I’d love a new sister, OUCH!” His hand went his thigh and saw blood. He glared at Robin. “Did you stab me?”

           Robin slowly sheathed his sword. “…No.”

“Let go!” Riddler screamed as he clawed at the floor as the red menace dragged across the floor by his legs.

“Stop squirming!” Marinette barked. “You’re going to jail!”

           Somehow the Riddler managed to free himself. Then it was Ladybug chasing the Riddler around the tower.

“Come back here, you fashion disaster.”

           The caused the Riddler to pause and give the hero the most hurt look anyone of the batfamily had ever seen on him.

“Black Bat would love a sister.”

“Leave me out of this,” Cassandra’s voice rang in their ears. She was patrolling with Batwoman across the city.

           The fight ending with The Riddler hogtied, and dangling from the ceiling, while Ladybug chastised him on the rudeness of strapping people to bombs.

           Batman smirked.

“No!” Red Robin decided to step in, “She probably has parents. You can keep doing this B.”

“And another thing,” Ladybug hissed. “I’ve seen Disney villains with more style than you; you walking neon glowstick.”

           That was when Batman decided to step in. The Riddler visibly brightened at seeing him, “Bats, I don’t like this Robin. She’s mean. Bring back the boy Robin”

“That one lit you on fire.”

“…She made me cry.”

           Ladybug glared at the bad guy.

           Oh yes that was it, Batman was going to adopt Ladybug.

           Bruce Wayne was going to adopt Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The girl and the rest of her class had taken the Wayne internship program that lasted a little more than a month a half during summer.

           Marinette was the star. Unlike the other interns, Marinette was never late. She never complained. If someone needed research done, she was the first to volunteer and was exceptional at it. Tamara, Tim’s assistant, swore by her. The girl took to assisting the assistant to the CEO like fish to water. When they need a big name to perform at the Waynes’ annual charity Gala, after theirs backed out on short notice, Marinette had saved the day.

           She didn’t interrupt. She had merely leaned down and whispered in Tamara’s here, who then addressed the rest of the room.

“My assistant Marinette,” Tamara nodded with a relieved smile at the young girl. “Would like us to direct our attention to the front screen.”

           They all did. A few months later, the screen split and Clara Nightingale was on the screen, looking as glamourous as ever.

“Marinette,” She beamed. “Love, you are as gorgeous as ever. Now what’s this about a party in Gotham?”

           Before she could answered, there was a beep on the screen as another call came in. Marinette scrambled to disconnect it, “One moment. Sorry.” Tamara got up to help, only for the call to connect anyway.

           That was when Jagged Stone appeared on the screen, “Marinette, how’s it rocking? And Clara, I didn’t know you were on the line too. Penny!” He yelled. “I’ve facetiming Marinette and Clara. How you doing, loves?”

“Jagged,” Clara beamed. “I’m great. Xy’s been bugging me to lay vocals on his new tracks. I’ve heard better from my nephew’s garage band; and his nine.”

           Jagged winced. “That’ll tank a career. Dude’s a sound biter.” He turned his attention back to his favorite bluenette. “Marinette, what’s up? What’s with the stiff in suits?”

           Marinette blushed, “I’m Gotham working as intern for Wayne Industries.” Marinette said. “We’re in a meeting.” The young girl smiled prettily. “This is my amazing boss, Tamara!” She introduced the older black woman, standing between her and Tim. “And we could use some help with a Wayne charity event, on the 19th of this month.”

“I’m there!” Jagged grinned. “Hey! Penny, we’re going to Gotham. Marinette invited us to a party. We’re rocking out!”

“I’d love to come,” The brown-haired superstar clapped her hands. “I have been to Gotham yet. It will be an experience. I can write a song about Batman!”

“Well, we only need one of-” Marinette started but stopped herself as someone, Tim, jabbed her in the side. The only give away that something had happened was the slight widening of her eyes and then cough from Tim, when Marinette stomped on his foot. “Maybe, you guys can perform together.”

“YES!” Clara screamed excitedly. “A duet. A clash of natures.”

“Rock and Pop,” Jagged grinned his approval.

“The fans will love it,” The singer looked at Marinette. “Send us the deets. Jagged, I’ll call you in five to start composing our song.”

“Rock it out, talk later Marinette!”

           Then the calls disconnected.

“Clara Nightingale and Jagged Stone,” Bruce leaned back in his seat. “Well done, Marinette.”

           The Asian girl nodded, “Thank you, sir.” After the meeting let out, Tim, Bruce, Tamara, and Marinette remained behind as they finalized the information to send to the singers.

Bruce noticed Marinette give Tim a dark look, and then were was a huff and Tim winced in pain.

“Stopping fight with your brother,” Slipped from the billionaire’s mouth before he could stop it.

           The room froze. Tim’s face morphed from shock to understanding to an incredulous expression, “No. I’m telling, Alfred.”

           Bruce crossed his arms and pouted. Pouted. Marinette make an excellent additional the family.

           Her and Ladybug.

           He wondered how well the two would get along. If only he could get the two in a room together.

           Meanwhile…

           Lila had been feeding the class lies about her time in Gotham and living with the Wayne family. Alya believed every word, and had requested an interview with Lila’s Dami-bear.

Somehow she’d gotten stuck working in the mail room with Alya and Kim; neither were happy. She didn’t even know where Marinette ended up so she could spin a tail about the other girl threatening her to switch assignments.

           The only bright spot was the Damian Wayne frequently visited Wayne tower to learn about how the business works. However, whenever she tried to get close to him, he’d give her a look of disdain.

           That didn’t bother Lila though. As soon as he got to know her, or rather the her she’d tell him she was, Damian would fall head over heels.

           However, as the weeks went on in Gotham, she found all her plans to get close to the Wayne heir failed. She even tried visiting his home, feigning being lost, only for the Butler to send her packing. Lila didn’t even get a chance to look inside.

           When she learned about the gala, she upped her game. She found herself just “happening by” whenever Damian just happened to be walking by. One time, Lila even pretended to trip and hurt herself; only for Kim to “rescue” her and Damian to walk on by like she didn’t even exist.

           On the night of the gala, she sat in her hotel room with her adoring classmates, watching it on TV, “I’d have gone of course but Dami-bear didn’t want me to get attention from any Gotham villains.”

           Alya nodded sympathetically.

           Lila opened her mouth to regale another tale about her and Damian love affairs when Sabrina cut her off, “Hey, that’s Marinette!”

           And sure enough, the girl they had all froze out and declared their ex-friend was on screen walking with Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, a beautiful black woman, Damian Wayne, and Tim Drake. Marinette wore a stunning sliver dress that made eyes stand out even more.

“Who are you wearing, Clara!” A paparazzi called.

“MDC,” The superstar answered and placed a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “This designer here. Marinette Dupain-Cheng; she designed all of our looks tonight; including her own. Doesn’t she look wonderful?”

           More questions were thrown out.

“Jagged, why a crocodile? Why not a dog or a cat.”

“Damian, who are you dating?”

“Why is MDC with you, Tim?”

           Jagged answered first, “Well I wanted a dog. But I’m deathly allergic to fur. Found out when I was a kid. Can’t get near it. Dogs are cool but cats aren’t rock and roll enough for me.”

“I am dating no one,” Damian answered. “Any rumors that say otherwise are lies. Anyone that says otherwise is lying, and should keep in mind I will sue for defamation of character.”  

           Tim grinned at the crowd, “Marinette is Tamara’s intern. She helped organize this wonderful event. She did such an amazing job as an intern that I’ve had to stop my dad from trying to adopt her.” There were laughs from the crowed.

           Damian snorted as they walked inside, “He is not joking.” He was the one who found the adoption papers.

[bluejones]

All Caught Up

pairing: poe dameron x FO!reader word count: 2400 summary: you have to take care of a prisoner--in more ways than one

a/n: so a conversation turned into this, and then turned into something I never thought it could be!! this is kinda very special to me and I’m excited to finally share!! this is part 1.. thank you @michaelperry for your immaculate editing, this is dedicated to you, @fantasmicbelle6y6 and @hyperfixatingmenever - my inspirations, ilysm x

Read on AO3 here~

The most pathetic job in the First Order: making sure prisoners didn’t die before they were needed. Sure, you were still an officer and mainly did the paperwork for one of the Generals, but you were still low ranking, which meant you often got chucked into shifts that no one else wanted to do. Sometimes you’d get lucky and there would be no prisoners to take care of--but you weren’t so lucky tonight.

You found the prisoner in a different interrogation chair than usual, a similar one that still had him upright, with shackles that secured his feet and a strap that went across his chest. His hands were bound in cuffs, resting at the waistband of his pants. His face looked flushed; maybe from the strain from the position he was in or the embarrassment of being captured? 

He spoke as soon as he spotted you. “Oh, hi.” He flashed a smile at you when you didn’t respond. “So, I’m Poe, what’s your name?” He almost sounded condescending, and you had to grit your teeth to not lash out at him. You knew who he was. The whole First Order knew. A Commander and ‘the best’ pilot in the Resistance. You wanted to laugh – all that didn’t do him much good, considering he ended up in here.

He frowned as you came forward, a canteen in your hand.

“You don’t look like you belong here.”

You stopped in front of him, trying to keep a blank look on your face even though a part of you wanted to question his statement. He was looking you over, smiling to himself. “Hm, yeah, much too beautiful for the First Order.”

You scowled and grabbed the cuffs, yanking him forward so his body would jerk in the restraints - hopefully to cause some discomfort. Except instead of hearing any sort of painful sound come from him, all that tumbled from his lips was a low grunt from his throat. You first noticed the fluttering of his eyes, then his hands trying to twist in the cuffs.

What the fuck?

He went slack in the chair and you immediately let go of the cuffs, trying to figure out what just happened--that definitely wasn’t a sound of pain. 

You were confused, but you couldn’t think about this right now - You still had to check almost every other cell on the block before the end of your shift.

“You’re lucky I’m here, otherwise you’d be dead.” You spat the last word. Of all the prisoners, it had to be a damn Resistance fighter. You opened the canteen and brought it to his lips, not waiting for him to adjust before pouring water into his mouth. A steady stream ran down his chin and neck and onto his shirt. You couldn’t help but notice the way his throat moved, bobbing up and down as he swallowed and how the droplets of water that ran down his neck glistened and mixed with his sweat. 

It almost made you want to lick it.

You blinked, ripping away the canteen before he was done. This was... weird. Sure, you wouldn’t deny that he was attractive and seemed generally more pleasant than anyone you had interacted with this week but--were you really that desperate? This was a prisoner, for fuck’s sake. You stalked toward the door before you could have any more intrusive thoughts, but his voice rang out just as you slammed the door shut, his cheery tone grating on your nerves.

“Good seeing you.”

                                                          ~~~

A while later, walking past the door of his cell to get to another, you heard rustling and what you thought to be metal scraping together. Intrigued, you pressed your ear to the door only to hear the rustling sound again and the prisoner’s voice.

Being as quiet as you could, you deactivated the blast door and pulled it open manually--thanking the Maker they were oiled on routine, making it easy to slide open and then closed again. You took a step forward and peered around the screen that blocked the view of the entrance. You did not expect to see what was happening before you.

The prisoner, Poe, had managed to undo his pants and was stroking his cock with both hands. An awkward angle and position, considering his restraints didn’t allow much movement. His chin was resting on his chest, watching as he tried to make his hands work in a way he wasn’t used to. He began cursing under his breath.

You noticed then. His cock. It looked big even in his hands, and the way his fingers gripped it made your mouth water. His breathing got quicker as he tried thrusting his hips into his hands, but it didn’t seem to do the trick. “Fuck. FUCK.” He exhaled loudly, but it ended being an almost strangled cry, and your eyes widened. You found yourself squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that had mysteriously risen there. Why were you even watching this man, this prisoner, touch himself?

You couldn’t deny that the way his neck glistened with sweat turned you on, or the way his dirty, scruffy hair still looked like it would be soft to run your fingers through, or the way his hands, rough and calloused, would feel on your smooth skin. The thought sent a shiver down your spine.

Feeling emboldened, you took a step out from behind the wall “Having some trouble?”

His eyes shot up to you as you stood with your back straight, hands folded behind you. He stilled his movements but didn’t make an effort to hide himself or pretend he was doing something else.

“Were you watching me?” He had a smug look plastered on his face, and you sneered.

“Don’t flatter yourself, pilot.“ You moved to stand directly in front of him.

“It sort of seems like you were watching me.”

He gazed over you, his eyes travelling up and down your figure before reaching your face. You thought you saw his hand tighten around himself once, as he smiled at you through hooded eyes.

“You’re flushed.”

You’d already had enough, so you grabbed one of his forearms and ripped it to the side, his wrists still bound together by the cuffs causing both of his arms to move with the action. His length bounced free from his grip and it rested hard against his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. You glanced at it, admiring the way the low light made the veins down its side stand out. You liked how a drop of precum was about to drip down his length.

You touched the very tip of his cock with a finger, and when it jolted, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seems like you might need some help.”

“Could you?” His voice was low, now, with just a hint of amusement still there. But when you looked at him, he stared at you with wide, dark eyes. Pleading.

“Hm.” You wrapped your hand around his length, and he let out a groan from his throat. It was thick and heavy in your hand, and it throbbed as you began stroking it.

“Ahh--good, so good.” You studied his face as he moaned, words falling from his lips. His brow was pulled together in concentration.

“Look at you. What could have possibly gotten you so riled up?”

He let out an amused huff. “I might – might have a thing for cuffs.”

“Ahh. One perk of being captured, then.” You let out a chuckle, you couldn’t help taking a dig at him. Had to remind him his place in all this and the power you had over him. After all, he was just a mere prisoner in here and you, an Officer of the First Order, were put in charge of him. You would always have the upper hand here, and you would make sure he knew that in some way.

“You have such a pretty mouth,” he whispered, barely taking his eyes off it as you spoke, and you had an idea of what he wanted.

You instinctively licked your bottom lip. “Is that so?” 

He hummed in response, closing his eyes for a second. Without letting go of his length, you kneeled to one knee and gave the tip of his cock a tentative lick. He exhaled all his breath at your action. Well, no point being shy now.

You wrapped your lips around his length and took him in about half-way, swirling your tongue as you went. You felt his hands shake above you as he clung to his own shirt, the only thing he could properly hold on to. You gripped the base with your hand where you couldn’t quite reach with your mouth and began moving back and forth over his length.

His breaths turned into moans as you moved up and down his cock, slowly taking more and more of him until he was at the back of your throat. You stilled and swallowed around him, and he choked. “You’re so good. Your mouth is so wet and warm for me. I knew it would be. I knew.”

You increased your pace, and he began to thrust his hips into you as best he could, his cock continuing to hit the back of your throat. “Yes, yes, you take me so well. You’re so beautiful. Too good. Too good.” 

You stopped paying attention to his words. He sure seemed to love the sound of his own voice. 

His cock was throbbing and pulsing on your tongue, signaling that he was close, when he breathed, “You feel so good, baby.” You instantly recoiled at that pet name and shot up, wiping your mouth on the back of your sleeve.

“Wait, wait, please.” His eyes were blown wide as he pleaded with you, trying to move against his restraints, but you just shot him a nasty look. This wasn’t the time for cutesy names. You didn't need praise. This wasn't for your mutual benefit. You needed to remind him that you were controlling this situation.

Still, though--he was on the edge and you found yourself desperately wanting to push him over. “Shh, no need to make a scene.” You wrapped your hand around his cock again, eagerly stroking it, making sure to cover his entire length with your left-over spit.

“Maybe I’ll just leave you here after that. Like this, needy and wanting, hm? Bound and unable to finish?”

“No, no, don’t!” You’d never heard a Resistance fighter beg so prettily in all your time with the First Order.

“What will you give me in return?” You raised an eyebrow at him. 

He didn’t say anything for a moment, weighing his options or figuring out what he could possibly give an officer of the First Order.

“Anything.”

You scoffed “Yeah.. right.”

“I’ll make you cum. Or- or I can get us off this ship and out of here?”

Your hand increased its pace at his proposition, and he threw his back and let out a long moan.

You scoffed again. “What makes you think I would want any of that from you?”

He sighed, turning his head to the side to face you. “I know.” He said breathlessly, “I can see it in your eyes.”

Your eyebrows pulled together as you studied him. His eyes were deep and warm, kind when he looked at you. Something you hadn’t experienced for a long time--barely anyone took a second glance at you. You tried to reason with yourself that he was only interested because of the... precarious situation you were in. But it couldn’t be, not with the way he stared into you, into your soul, like he knew you.

You shook your head, holding in a sigh that wanted to escape. How long did this man last? 

Your eyes left his and rested on his lips, and you had a sudden urge to taste them. You tilted your head enough so that your lips were just barely brushing his. 

Low enough for him to hear and feel your lips move against his, you whispered, “Cum pilot, cum for me now.” 

You licked at his bottom lip, and you felt him shake, letting out a stunted breathy moan which fanned across your face. You looked down just in time to see his cum spurt out in long thick ropes, landing on the floor in front of you and then dribbling over your hand. You stroked him slowly through the aftershocks, your faces still close together. 

Before you could move away, he pressed his lips fully into yours, shocking you. 

It seemed to take you both by surprise, and you didn’t manage to kiss him back before he pulled away. He searched your eyes again before raising an eyebrow, that smug look on his face returning. “Thanks for your help, sweetheart”. You rolled your eyes. Did he ever give it up?!

You wiped your hand on the thigh of his pants rather carelessly and took a step back, silently assessing the situation. You didn’t help him as he stuffed himself back into his pants, even though he struggled with the cuffs still around his wrists. When he was done, he tried combing his hands through his hair as best he could, letting out a sigh. He looked at you as you remained silent. “So…?”

You let out the most exaggerated sigh you could and glanced at the door and then back at him, hesitating for a moment before coming up beside him to press the button that would release the restraints. He almost fell when the strap across his chest came loose, but he steadied himself, looking around the cell for his next move. But you gripped the cuffs and pulled him along behind you, shoving the blast door open and stepping through. You pulled out your gun from its holster on your side and shot the camera on the wall that was facing the cell door.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He seemed amused, looking down both ends of the corridor.

“Can’t go back now,” you replied as you yanked on his cuffs again, turning down the corridor toward another set of blast doors.

He huffed out a breath as you pulled him along again. “Careful with those sweetheart -- or we’ll have to go round two.”

You groaned and pulled on his arm instead. “Uh just… shut up!”

You hoped this wouldn’t be a mistake.

[foilfreak]

BEAUTY AND HER BEAST: Chapter 9 (temporary 1-2 week hiatus being taken from his fic, click ao3 link and read end notes to find out why. I WILL BE COMING BACK!!!)

WARNING PLZ READ BEFORE CONTINUING: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(AO3 link below)

Despite the shrill echo of Nadine’s terrified voice being something Salvatore has prepared himself for since before the young woman even arrived in the reservoir, the real thing was still somehow 100 times worse than he could have ever imagined it being.

Chaos followed as Salvatore frantically left his hiding spot, crawling across the floor as quickly as his mangled body would allow, as a loud crashing sound vibrates the whole room once Nadine’s body finally lands, quite uncomfortably I might add, on the hardwood of the floor. The sudden frantic and terrified swinging of her arms following Salvatore’s verbal slip knocked the poor woman off balance, sending her right back down to the floor for a second time.

Staring at the writhing figure of Nadine from the other corner across the room, Salvatore sniffles pitifully to himself as tears cascade down his face. Oh how appropriately cruel, that the universe wouldn’t even give Salvatore the decency of a proper meeting with Nadine, much less a chance at friendship and even less at anything past that. It makes perfect sense that this would be the way Nadine found out how disgusting and pathetic he is. Sitting alone in a dark and dingy room, watching old romance films because he has no one of his own to hold and love like the men in the movies do, and eating entire blocks of cheese all on his own, because nothing pairs with unending loneliness like the tang of sharp cheddar and the horrible stomach ache that follows it.

Putting his hands up to cover his face, a final effort to hide himself away from the beautiful woman’s gaze, Salvatore merely sat in his new corner, his shoulders shaking with sobs of agony and his body trembling in fear as Nadine’s gaze finally locked on to him, and him alone this time, in the dark silence of the room.

“H-Hey… are you alright? I’m sorry I yelled like that, I didn’t mean to startle you like that, but you suddenly spoke up out of nowhere and it scared me half to death” The soft voice from across the room asks, causing Salvatore to pause in his moment of self-loathing. Did… did she just ask him if he was alright? Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to ask her that?

“W-what…?” Salvatore chokes out, peering out slightly from behind the cover of his hood in confusion. The sight he’s met with is one that steals his breath away, much like the first time he laid eyes upon the stunning beauty this tiny woman held. However, unlike their “first” meeting, that took place back in Mother Miranda’s lab, this time there was no metal pod separating the two, Salvatore realized, as the sight of Nadine, slouched tiredly on the ground barely a few feet away from where he cowered in the corner, registered in the mutant man’s mind.

Next, of course, came her actual appearance. Black strands tousled messily across her forehead framed her round face and golden eyes perfectly. Her long white dress bunched up around her upper thighs, revealing the curves of her large, but muscular legs, that had previously been obscured by the material of her dress. Slouched shoulders and heavy breathing caused the material of Nadine’s nightgown to slowly inched its way down the front of her chest, not exposing her necessarily, but definitely revealing more and more of her lusciously plump breasts with every harsh up and down of her shoulders.

Tears continued to fall from Salvatore’s eyes even as saliva began to fill his mouth and his fear and self-loathing slowly gave way to the growing fire beginning to kindle in the pit of his stomach. The sound of his muffled sobs of anguish and arousal escaping from behind his hands causes Nadine’s face to immediately fall, agony replacing the previously wild look her face held.

“N… N-no. No no, please don’t cry. It’s alright. I-I-I’m not going to hurt you… I mean it… see… I don’t have any weapons on me” Nadine says hurriedly, standing up and doing a spin to show that nothing that could pose potential harm to Salvatore was hiding between the folds or frills of the thin garment. “See! Nothing to hide.”

Salvatore merely closed his tear soaked eyes and shook his head, the motion moving his whole body along with it. “Nooooooooooo… y-you d-don’t… under-s-stand…”

“What do you mean? What don’t I understand?” Nadine asked, kneeling back down to the ground, moving slightly closer to Salvatore than she was before, a terrifyingly genuine look of concern and worry etched into her beautiful features.

The mutant man fought back a wave of nausea and choked on a sob at the angelic sight. Hoards of hormones equating to despair and arousal battle within the hellish confines of Salvatore’s brain. The mutant man was filled with so many mixed emotions that he genuinely couldn’t tell if he wanted to tear himself apart until not a scrap of evidence of his existence remained, or if he wanted to just spring forward and consume the delectably dangerous morsel that sat so prettily before him, like an octopus latching itself upon the almighty great white shark as it just passes above their home, pulling the now helpless and unsuspecting predator down into the depths of a true monster’s domain.

“Hey, come on now. It sounds like you’re having a hard time breathing. Why don’t you come out of the corner where the air’s a little fresher, ya?” The young woman coaxes gently, moving ever so slightly closer to Salvatore as she speaks. The movement does not go unnoticed by the hooded man, nor does the way it pushes her dress even further up her already decently exposed thighs, but with little ability to stop Nadine’s incremental advances, Salvatore merely buries his face into his hands, blocking as much of his disgustingly bloated maw as he possibly could, even as the young woman attempted to change her angle to get a better look at him.

“P-p-please… jus-just stop!” Salvatore commands, suddenly filled with a wave of confidence that abandons him just as quickly as it arrived. “j-j-j… j-just… g-go… please…”

A light mist has become visible in the light reflecting off of Nadine’s eyes, the young woman looking truly saddened by the strange man’s utter rejection of her. Whether it was out of pity for Salvatore’s sake, or fear of her own impending isolation should the likes of Salvatore even reject her company, the hooded man could neither tell, nor did he really want to know.

“Well that’s not a very nice thing to say to someone trying to be your friend now is it? I might not look as normal as I used to but I’m not here to cause any trouble” Nadine scolds lightly, her voice strong, though even Salvatore can detect a slight wobble. “But… if you can give me a valid reason why I should leave, then… then I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

A valid reason? What other reason did she need than to get away from him?

Salvatore takes a moment to wipe away some of the tears that coated his face, slightly peeking out to look at the younger woman once again before speaking. “Y-you… you can’t… s-stay here… th-this place… it i-isn’t… isn’t g-good enough f-for you… it’s… i-its not w-worthy… I-i… I’m… n-not worthy… of you…”

Nadine shifts slightly closer once again, a pained look cut into her face like a raging storm cuts through large waves out in the open ocean. Her whole body was a sea of turbulent waters as she gingerly reached her hand forward, slowly but surely inching her way closer to Salvatore, until her wine dark fingers just barely brushed against the thick, rugged fabric of his overcoat.

Silence befell the two mutants, permeating the room with tension so thick and heavy Salvatore thought he might suffocate.

The cornered man could not bring himself to look up as Nadine’s delicate fingers gently latched on to the article of clothing covering his wretched and disgusting form. Salvatore shuddered as he prepared himself for what was inevitably to come once Nadine removed his overcoat: the biting cold of the surrounding area pinching and nipping at his thick, but sensitive flesh; another shrill shriek of fear and terror that would pierce him to his very core; the sound of Nadine, beautiful, gorgeous, perfect, immaculate Nadine, fleeing not just the underground tunnels that had lead her to discover this place, but also the reservoir, never to be seen again.

Salvatore wouldn’t blame her for this choice, of course. After all, it’s what he would do if he found himself trapped with a wretched creature as grotesque and pitiful as he himself was. Death wasn’t an option Salvatore had the luxury of entertaining, but he never blamed others if they chose it over him.

He would too, if he could.

Despite his earlier expectations, the hand on his coat never moves to take the garment off the trembling man, instead, moving to gently run along the side of Salvatore’s head, down his shoulders, before resting itself softly, but firmly, along the area of growths that covered the small of his back. After taking a moment to allow the violent trembling of Salvatore’s body, in response to the young woman’s gentle caresses, to calm down to something more manageable, Nadine slowly lifts her left hand and rests it on the opposite side of the hunched-over man’s head, yet she makes no move to try and take his cloak off or remove his face from his hands.

Stillness and silence return for a brief moment, almost as though Nadine were waiting for Salvatore to raise objection to her advances and stop her, as if he had the power or control to do anything but cower in the corner and cover his growing excitement in shame. With no explicit objections voiced, the hands resting gently around Salvatore began to slowly pull him toward Nadine’s body.

“Come here” Nadine’s soft, heavenly voice commands lightly, as Salvatore’s body does as instructed with no resistance whatsoever. A broken sob of humiliating arousal escapes the hooded man when he gently falls forward into Nadine’s lap, her arms quickly moving to wrap around and hold the hooded man against her soft, warm, and strong body.

“Shhhh, it’s alright. There’s no need to be so worked up. You have nothing to be afraid of, here” Nadine coos soothingly, as her hand gently caresses his thin, leather covered arm.

Salvatore cries pitifully as the painfully comforting words and actions make him want to vomit from overjoy. “Y-you… you d-dont unders-s-stand…” the hunched man weeps, his voice slightly muffled by his knees as he continues trying to hide his face by shoving it as far between his legs as he’s physically capable.

“What don’t I understand? Could you explain it to me?” Nadine asks, patiently holding the sobbing mess of a man firmly against herself as he collects himself enough to answer.

“I-it isn’t… you… th-that I f-fear…” Salvatore begins, trailing off as another wave of cold dread and fiery desire collide violently somewhere deep inside the hooded man’s chest.

“What is it that you’re afraid of then? If not... me?” The young woman’s angelic voice questioned, the slightly fearful and worried tone of her voice toward the end of her question, as if what Salvatore thought of her was even worth her precious time to worry about, made the mutant man’s stomach wretch sickeningly.

“I-I… I f-fear… oh god-” Salvatore began, before promptly shutting up and shoving Nadine as far away from him as he could from that angle, throwing himself to the floor, on his hands and knees, in the opposite direction just as a wave of acidic bile forces its way from the confines of the man’s mouth and out onto the floor in front of him. His own hideous reflection stares back at him in the growing puddle of stomach acid once he’s done.

A spiteful reminder from the universe of what he was and why he lived the way that he did.

Drunkenly reaching his hand forward to smear the vomit puddle around so he at least didn’t have to look at himself AND sit in his own filth while he gathered the energy to get up and wash off in the lake, Salvatore missed the way Nadine’s eyes narrowed in confusion at the man’s clumsy movements, before suddenly widening as she realized what the hooded man was doing.

“No, wait! Don’t touch that, it’ll only make you feel worse if you fiddle around with that nasty stuff” Nadine says hurriedly, as she rushes forward to take Salvatore’s moving hand in her own and presses it firmly against her bosom to prevent the man from playing around in his own throw up. She gasps in shock and her grip tightens around Salvatore’s hand, as though she’d suddenly remembered something important she’d forgotten about and Salvatore’s hand had brought it back to her conscious mind, before shaking her head and pulling herself from her thoughts.

“Oh, you poor thing! Here, let me wipe your face for you, and try to take deeper, slower breaths while you’re at it. You’ve managed to work yourself into such a panic that it's no wonder you’re throwing up all over yourself.”

The room is spinning far too fast and in far too many different directions for Salvatore to really be sure what’s going on, however the feeling of Nadine’s skin pressed against his own as she tenderly raised the edge of her pristine white dress to wipe away the lines of green acidic bile that had been left on Salvatore’s lip, was a sensation of euphoria unlike anything the hooded man has ever felt before in his entire life.

Not even Mother Miranda’s own embrace felt quite as… ‘brutal’ wasn’t the appropriate word to use based on its true definition, but in that instance it's the only word that Salvatore can think of to describe how intense everything around him, Nadine especially, feels at the present moment. Her touch, her scent, her warmth, her weight, her firm grip around him, the constant rhythmic thrum of her heart beat against his cold, bony hand, all of it was so intensely brutal that it was a wonder how the combined effect didn’t beat him into the floor. It was too much for Salvatore to handle all at once, and yet he knew that if the kind angel sitting next to him retracted so much as a single one of those sensations, he’d lose himself to insanity like careless swimmers lose themselves to sudden rapid currents.

Salvatore threw up 3 more times before his stomach finally allowed him the relief the hooded man had desperately been craving. The floor was an absolute mess by this point, but thanks to Nadine, who’d managed to keep his upper body upright the whole time, Salvatore hadn’t made nearly as much of a mess of himself as he normally did, though that still didn’t fix the primary problem that had resulted in all that vomiting.

“There we go. That must feel a lot better, huh?” Nadine asks calmly, pulling Salvatore in to rest against her chest once again, his face still turned downward and away in avoidance.

Although Salvatore does not grace her question with a response, the hooded man has long since given up trying to get away from the young woman, at this point just allowing her to move him however she pleased, taking in as much of her kindness and affection as he possibly could, before she inevitably hightails it out of here, of course. It was only a matter of time, at this rate.

“You know… you’re a lot bigger than I expected you to be” comes a sudden declaration from Nadine, breaking the silence that had permeated throughout the room and immediately pulling Salvatore from his dejected whimpering.

“I mean… I suppose I should have expected that, especially since most middle schoolers are taller than me, nowadays” the young woman continues with a lighthearted chuckle, “but you looked so small and stump-like from all the way up in that stupid pod that I couldn’t help but be a little surprised when I felt you had arms and legs. You could have very well had a snake for a body for all I knew and I still don’t think I’d have been as surprised, though this huge coat you're wearing certainly doesn’t make getting a good look at you very easy.”

“Th… that’s th-the point…” Salvatore mumbles, though seemingly more to himself than anyone else.

“Really? And why is that?” Nadine asks curiously, clearly having heard the older man’s muttering.

“I-if… if you k-knew me… you’d know… th-the answer to that q-question” Salvatore replies sadly, fresh tears beginning to prickle along his lower lid, threatening to spill over as the depressing reality of his meaningless existence makes itself more than obvious.

He was a filthy monster who deserved to spend the rest of his life alone and miserable, because why would something as unholy as him ever be worthy of anything else?

“Oh, now I don’t think that’s true at all. After all, I’d like to think I know you pretty well, and I still want to see what you look like” Nadine counters, her words shocking Salvatore beyond belief.

She… knew him? How? When? In what ways? What?

The only other time they’ve ever interacted was back in Mother Miranda’s laboratory. While the hooded man supposed his gifts could be aiding in Nadine’s surprisingly positive impression of him, he hesitated to call receiving a dress and a necklace from a random stranger “knowing” someone. How on earth could she say she knew him when, for all intents and purposes, they’ve only just met?

“B-b-but… h-how… how d-do you k-know… m-me? Y-you have… t-trouble… seeing… d-dont you? D-did… did y-you see me… b-back in the l-lab?” Salvatore asks, tears belonging to an unspecified emotion once again beginning to fall as a hand moves to gently grasp at the bones lining the top of his hood.

“Unfortunately no, I wasn’t able to get a good look at you before, hence why I was trying so hard to catch a glimpse of you earlier. You are, however, right in the assumption about my eyesight. I have severely impaired vision, yes, but it's manageable with a strong enough prescription; not that I see myself getting to an eye doctor anytime soon for a new pair of contacts. But even without my contact lenses, I can still make out general movements, as well as general shapes and colors, pretty easily from far away, it's just fine details from a distance and darkness that give me the most trouble. My vision is actually perfectly normal so long as whatever I’m looking at is within a few feet of me. If I looked down right now, I’d probably be able to see your face normally. Do you hide your face away from everyone around here?” the young woman asks curiously, gently pulling the dark fabric of the hood back, slowly revealing Salvatore’s face to the dim light of the room, even as her gaze remained locked on the wall behind them.

“N-not… e-everyone… th-there’s a f-few… who… who I sh-show my f-face to… regularly” Salvatore chokes.

Really?” Nadine asks, “like who?”

“M-my… siblings.”

“Oh, so you’re not the only one around here then? Are your siblings here in the reservoir?”

“N-no… th-they live… in o-other places… of th-their own… a-around the v-village.”

“Wow, so there is more of this place to explore, then!” Nadine states excitedly. “I’d love to get out and see more of the area for myself at some point, though I doubt that’s very wise given the amount of howling I’ve heard the past few nights and the fact I don’t know my way around this area... though, even if I did, that memory is probably long gone along with the fucking rest of them… not that I would have wanted to hold onto them anyways, I don’t think.”

Salvatore’s attention is caught by the last bit of Nadine’s statement, confusion filling him over what the younger woman could possibly mean by what she’d just said. “‘G-gone along w-with the rest o-of them?’... W-what… d-does that… what d-do you m-mean?”

Nadine remains silent for a moment as she continues to absentmindedly stroke the side of Salvatore’s head, the hooded man unable to tell what she could possibly be feeling right now without risking exposing his face to her.

Thankfully, Nadine resumes speaking before Salvatore loses patience and gets too risky. “My memory of the life I had before waking up in that damn pod is foggy at absolute best, but I don’t need my memories to know that I wasn’t very happy with my previous life and that I was actively trying to get away from it somehow. What exactly was I even running from and where was I going? Who knows, and frankly I don’t care to relearn it either. I do think it's quite funny that you were talking about me needing to go somewhere else because this place isn’t good enough for me though, because honestly, even if I could somehow get the hell out of here, it's not like I’d have anywhere else to go. Getting away from the shitty life I had before is probably how I ended up here to begin with, though if I’d known this was how things would end up I might have reconsidered throwing it all away so suddenly.”

Had it not been for Mother Miranda being there for him throughout the years, Salvatore would probably think much the same way as Nadine about the whole situation, but having Mother meant he always had a purpose and a goal to work towards, so it didn’t matter that Salvatore couldn’t return to his old life. What shocked the deformed man the most however, was the fact that Nadine appeared to not only already accept the fact that she couldn’t go back to her former life, but seemed to actively be searching for something, anything new to try and fill the void that had been left behind by the life she’d, more or less, willingly gave away to come up here.

Could… could this mean…?

“Thankfully my ability to make new memories doesn’t seem to have been fucked up at all, which I’m quite happy about since I'll be needing to make a lot to fill in the empty spaces in my brain. We met for the first time in the underground laboratory I was being kept in, though I suppose it was less ‘meeting’ and more ‘seeing’ for the first time, but… still. I don’t know why you were there, or who was with you at the time, but I remember waking up just before you were about to leave. There were a couple others who’d come, before you, to look at me and a couple others for some reason, but you were the one who stuck out the most, to me. You were… special!”

Shock and dumbfounded awe nearly choke the life right out of Salvatore. He could barely comprehend a single word the young woman was saying to him, yet he clung to every heavenly syllable she uttered like they were the foundations of the word of god itself. The pain and agony he normally felt due to his cadou mutations momentarily paused, slowly weaning from its usual constant thrum to a dull numbness that felt surprisingly euphoric in all it’s nothingness.

“S-special? Me?” Salvatore breathed, almost unable to believe the words, even as Nadine hummed in affirmation of their truth. “B-but… how…?”

The giddy chuckle Salvatore’s mundane question pulled from Nadine shook the deformed man to his very core. Her girlish laughter rattles violently around inside the deformed man’s head, playing the sweet, holy tune over and over again, like a broken record that Salvatore would happily go insane listening to for the rest of eternity if he could.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’d have assumed you knew exactly what you were doing with how sweetly you talked back there, why it's almost criminal how suavely you stroked and tugged at the strings of my delicate heart. All the others were so rude, boring, and/or annoying that I thought I might die if I ended up stuck with one of them, but then you came in and swept me right off my feet. It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt before and immediately told me that you weren’t like all the others, you were a kind man and if I ever ran into you I could tell I’d be able to trust you…” Nadine trails off for a moment. “When I learned that we were being moved out of containment and onto our “permanent homes”, I hoped and prayed that I’d be lucky enough to end up wherever you were, but I didn’t want to get too excited until I found out for certain.”

“Th-then how did y-you know… it-it was me?”

“How could I possibly not? You set yourself apart from all the others right out of the gate. I'm honestly shocked you don’t remember it yourself. But there's not a single doubt in my mind that I know exactly who you are… er- well, I suppose a more appropriate way of putting that would be “I know exactly who you are to me”, not that what other people say or think has ever really been something I’ve taken with more than a grain of salt” Nadine giggle beautifully, smiling kindly as she cradled Salvatore’s hoodless, tear soaked face against her, like he were the most precious thing she’d ever laid eyes upon and wanted to hold and protect him until the end of time.

Unable to look away any longer, Salvatore allows his head to rise from his knees until it settles upon the face of the woman currently cradling him in her arms. Her gaze remained turned away from Salvatore for a moment, though for some reason the hooded man had a feeling that it was more out of respect for him and his boundaries than a lack of desire to see his face.

What a strange thing, to be treated with more kindness, love, and respect from a complete stranger than from the majority of people you interact with.

Salvatore wanted to cry when Nadine’s golden eyes finally lowered to him, her face slowly shifting downwards until their noses were little more than an inch apart from one another, though whether his tears were from agony or ecstasy, even he couldn’t properly tell at the present moment. Only one question was on his mind and the deformed man would stop at nothing until he got an answer for it.

“W-who… who am I-I… t-to y-you?” Salvatore asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he forces himself to stare directly into the endless pool of honey yellow swirling around in her irises, wanting-no… needing to know, to see with his own two eyes, what exactly he was to this woman, and whether that answer would spell endless disaster for him and his deep seeded desires, or be the key that unlocks a world of possibilities almost as endless as the spheres of gold that Salvatore finds himself unable, or rather unwilling, to tear his gaze from, lest this be the first, and last time he ever be blessed enough to see them from this close.

A long moment of silence passes as Nadine returns Salvatores gaze, the fondness of her expression only growing as she lowers her forehead to rest against his, a soft, almost breathlessly enamored expression that he’d only seen on black and white screens cast toward men eons more pleasant to look at than he was, slowly spread across her perfect face as she finally answers Salvatore’s question.

“You’re the lovely man who held my hand!”

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[1.7k words/5min read - changbin x neutral reader - fluff/sfw - shopping, strangers to lovers, perfume, burglary, chance meetings, mentions of a sick friend]

Your feet were dragging before you even got dressed. You woke up and guiltily knew this wasn’t what you wanted to be doing with your day, but the forecast said otherwise. This was the last dry day before a week of cold rain, so even though it was freezing outside, you shoved yourself out of bed and begrudgingly got dressed.

This was fine, honestly. This would be fine, because this was something you did want to do, just not today, and not when your bed was so warm, but now you were out and on your way to the shops. You had on your heavy coat, and your scarf pulled up under your chin, and now that you were down the street, it was too late to retreat back to the warm cocoon in your room. Now, your only choice was to enjoy your morning.

That was simple, really. Everyone's breath hanging in the air was charming, and you could smell your favorite bakery as you approached the shops. You knew you shouldn’t get distracted, though. There were plenty of distractions to be found, like the owner of the toy store who liked to do magic tricks for the kids, or the cafe on the corner roasting coffee beans. Today, the real distraction was that same gorgeous man working in the perfume shop, Sentiment Jolie. You’d never been in there yourself, but you had a friend who always liked to window-shop after work and point it out – along with the clerk.

Indeed, the man behind the counter was incredibly cute. He wasn’t particularly broad but he was muscular, creating an amazing contrast with the soft cardigans and pastel shirts he liked to wear. You didn’t know his name, but every time you strolled through the shops he could be seen mixing and testing and organizing various scents from the large, lavishly decorated window. He had the sweetest little pout and a handsomely long nose, and you really would love to say hello sometime.

But that time was not today, of course.

Another man walking into the perfume shop roused you from your daydreaming, and you suddenly remembered to put yourself back on track. Instead, you stepped into the flower shop across the way, Daisy – warm and cozy and busy, to pick up another bouquet of jasmine. The clerk, Seungmin, smiled and held up a hand, as if to tell you from across the busy store that you shouldn't open the cabinet with the jasmine and other in-season perennials for some reason. You watched curiously and gasped as he instead opened a case behind the counter and brought out a fresh and gorgeously made bouquet, arranged just for your arrival in a little vase. Seungmin shook his head when you tried to push a few more bills into his hands for all the extra effort, but you were made warm with the kindness of the gesture nonetheless. You gathered up your little surprise in your hands and waved goodbye to Seungmin and all the other clerks before you went on your way.

Fair enough, then: this was a lovely day. You even decided you would thoroughly enjoy it and–

“Stop!” You heard a shout behind you. “Thief! Someone stop that man!”

You halted frigid in your tracks when you now recognized the slaps of shoes sprinting on concrete, and you finally hazarded a glance behind you. Sure enough, there was a fleeing man, jacket hood pulled up as he ran… Getting chased by the clerk from the perfume store?

The quick series of realizations didn’t seem to hit you fast enough for you to move out of the way of the man in time before his shoulder barreled into yours, sending you off kilter and the vase in your hands flying into the air. You felt your ankles fumble under you as the man fled.

Only, you didn’t topple over. Someone was able to get an arm around you just in time to right you, and right in time for you to watch the vase smack into the ground. You and the stranger both took a second to breathe as the two of you could only stare at it.

“Oh, no,” the stranger panted, “I am so sorry.” You finally looked up, only to see that exact clerk from the perfume store.

“You’re sorry?!” You flustered. “You just got robbed!”

“I know, I know,” the handsome clerk nodded soberly. “The whole thing is ridiculous, but–”

“My arrangement!” You heard Seungmin cry out as he finally rushed over. “Oh, it’s ruined," he groaned, arms folded like this was serious.

“Seungmin,” you soothed, “it’s alright, I'll pay for another–”

“Never,” he dramatically insisted. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Come meet me in ten minutes, I'll have another one. Go hang out with Changbin, I'm sure he could use it.”

Before you even had a chance to protest, Seungmin had already scooped up the disgraced arrangement and marched back into Daisy. You turned now, just to find the perfume clerk looking just as stunned as you were, presumably.

“So…” You shyly began. “You're Changbin, then?”

“Er, yes,” he awkwardly nodded with a small smile. “I’m Changbin, and I'm glad you’re alright.”

“I'm completely fine,” you assured him gratefully. “But what about you? Is Seungmin right, could you use the company while you wait for the authorities?”

“I’d love some company,” he grinned with some relief. “You’re welcome to come back to Jolie with me if you’d like.”

You did join Changbin, even if you were now wondering about a bizarre stillness in the weather that could possibly mean that dreaded rain was coming early, and followed along as he headed back across the way to the shop. The boutique was even more beautiful within the ornate door. A small bell tinkled overhead, signaling your entrance, and you were greeted with handsome tile floors and gold-rimmed glass display cases.

Oddly enough, you couldn't tell there’d been a robbery aside from a knocked over display.

“I still can’t believe it,” Changbin sighed with a defeated laugh, “Giselle is gonna kill me.”

“That’s your boss?” You’d seen her, once or twice. She was a petite, older woman, never seen without a silk scarf knotted prettily around her neck.

“Sure is,” Changbin nodded. “And I know it may not seem like anything happened, but that criminal ran off with a ton of our more valuable scents and oils. He asked to see some and I let him, like some idiot.”

“Is that where all the money is in a business like this?” You clamped up as soon as Changbin smirked at you. “I don’t know anything about perfume, that's all. Sorry if that’s dumb.”

Changbin’s eyebrows raised, now suddenly aware he may have come across as condescending. “No no, not at all! It’s a fairly niche business outside of what you see in department stores. Here, let me show you.” He beckoned you back behind the counter, where you could see some of the supplies better. Changbin drew out a dropper. “That guy managed to grab one of these. Here, smell.”

Changbin unscrewed the top of the dropper and let you lean closer to waft it towards your nose. You perked up at the recognition. “Jasmine?”

“Yes,” Changbin nodded eagerly, if not a little forlornly. “It’s one of our most expensive scents. It takes hundreds of thousands of jasmine blooms to get a concentrate, and he ran off with a whole bottle, and even something I'd been working on.”

“Oh, Changbin,” you lamented, “I'm so sorry. Do you have any extra of what you were working on?”

“I do,” he smiled. “Wait here, I'll go in the back and grab it.”

You watched curiously as Changbin trotted into the back room when you heard a tapping at the window. Outside, Seungmin held up a new arrangement. You ran outside, even surprising the florist with an enthusiastic hug for your gratitude. He waved, perhaps a bit flustered as he returned to the store, and the second you turned around you were just as surprised to see Changbin. “I didn't want to interrupt,” he bashfully offered.

“Not at all! Why?”

“You both look pretty friendly,” he laughed shyly. Changbin produced a small, ornate bottle in his hands. “You wanted to check this out?”

“I did!” You excitedly watched as Changbin pulled off the dainty stopper and offered for you to lean in and smell the attached stem. It was divine: tuberose, a hint of musk, and – “More jasmine! Changbin, this is lovely.”

“It is?” He beamed. “I made it for you.”

You jolted upright. “You what?”

“I made it for you,” he sheepishly repeated. “I see you all the time, with these flowers, I figured they were your favorite. You inspired me, you could say.”

You and Changbin both regarded each other bashfully in front of the store. At that second, you felt a speck of cold on your nose. It couldn't rain now, not when you still had things to do and tell Changbin what you really didn't want to – except it wasn't rain. It was snow. It wasn't even a small flurry, it was just sifting down, and Changbin was gorgeous in this moment, his rosy cheeks and nose charming you to no end. Regardless, you had to say it. “Changbin, I love that, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me… But these flowers aren't for me. They're not my favorite.”

“They're not?”

You regretted this already. Changbin looked crushed.

“No,” you admitted. “A friend of mine works in the bakery on the corner, but she's sick right now. I visit her once or twice a week. Jasmine is her favorite. And I think Seungmin has a little crush on her, because once I started buying flowers and he figured out who they were for, he started expecting me.”

You didn’t even have the heart to look Changbin in the eye when you admitted it. He went through all this work, and now you could only stare at the little snowflakes dotting his apron. But when you did finally look up, he was only grinning like crazy. “I'm glad to hear that,” he sighed in relief. “Take it, then, it’s all hers.”

“Really? What about all your work?”

“It’s fine,” he shrugged with a grin. “I'll just have to learn more about you, then.” Changbin pressed the bottle into your hand, but his touch lingered. You shared that small quiet smile, just enjoying each other for a moment outside in the freshly falling snow.

A/N: Part of the First Snow collab with @skzwriternet ! Check out the other parts!

Interested parties: @moonlit-han @leggomylino @aliceu @decembermoonskz @lavenderbexlatte @cuokka @sleepylixie @jl-micasea @stayracha-net @kwritersworld DM +/-

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reincarnation

— Five chances to fall in love. Five reincarnations to find the person you’re destined to be with. It just so happens that in each life you keep meeting a man with brown hair and a sweet involvement of primroses —

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pairing: kaibara sen x fem!reader

warnings: soulmate au!, reincarnation au!, royalty au!, fake dating au!, college au!, villain!kaibara au!, fluff, angst, cursing, alcohol consumption

word count: 11,820

a/n: this is for the bnharem flower server collab!!!! check out the masterlist here, its pretty dope as fuck!!!! also I know dat none yall know who he is because we sleep on class 1-b, but i worked so hard on this and I wrote it in a single day, and its 4 am rn and im exhausted so pretty please help a girl out and just read it ;-; I also tried out a new... voice??? idk how to even explain dis, but yes huzzah!!!! kaibara sen rights!!!!

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The world is a fantastic place.

And to my beautiful reader, know that this is a world where soulmates exist. A world where someone is created flawlessly for you is someone who holds you to the highest symbol, who carries you through the most significant highs and lowest lows without a whine or grievance. 

A soulmate is destined to be yours, but sadly they are hidden within the world. 

My dearest reader, you only have five chances to figure out who your soulmate is. Five reincarnations to figure out who the one who is meant for you. Lucky for most humans, soulmates are found within the first two reincarnation cycles but heed this warning.

At the end of you and your soulmates twenty-first year, you must find each other and fall in love. Should you fail to find and love your soulmate, you’re put into another reincarnation to try again. Each attempt is marked on your wrist, a Roman numeral to indicate whether you have succeeded or failed. You will carry the rest of that reincarnation unable to ever see your soulmate ever again, but when the tattoo changes colors, you know the person you love is the one for you.

Good luck, my dearest reader, this is a challenging journey, but I know that you will do well.

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“It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone on their first reincarnation!”

Your eyes looked up to the handmaiden, who was currently helping you dress for the ball tonight. You were to wear a heavy dress of silks and satin sitting prettily on your body, the detail exquisite, the meaning behind each embroidered flower astonishing. 

You knew that the importance of your appearance was paramount as the daughter of a duke and duchess. You could very much be a future Queen consort considering that the royal families were dried of ladies. This was to be a ball in your name, a moment for courting, and arrangements to be made. 

At the age of eighteen, it was much later than other people would have expected it to be, after all, most balls such as these were to be done in the sixteenth year, definitely not the eighteenth. Two years truly made a difference.

But to your parent’s advantage, it would mean that by tonight you would most likely be engaged to some man you had been educated on years before. 

Glancing down at the small Roman Numeral I on your wrist, you smiled, nodding your head. Around this area of the world, most people already seemed to be on their second and third reincarnation. For all that was good, your parents themselves were on their third and second reincarnation. They weren’t soulmates but figured a life of leisure and power was better than a life of love since they had more chances.

“I know that I am the only one on my first reincarnation cycle around here,” you sighed, your manicured finger tracing the innard of your wrist. The red ink was strong against your skin, so strongly procuring against your skin, a statement of your isolation from your soulmate. 

Long ago, you had learned about soulmates, you remembered the warm light that held you in your earliest memories that explained the concept, and you further learned more as you grew. A near 75% of the population encountered and fell in love with their soulmate on their first reincarnation. Of course, once you fell in love and lived happily ever after, that was it for you, or so that’s what everyone claimed as there had been no true love gold ink gracing anyone’s wrists on their second or so on reincarnation. 

You were a bit of a romantic, keening in the thought of having someone perfect for you. Inexplicably yours, impossibly perfect for you.

You often wondered if you had already met your soulmate, but the barring symbol of no one else having a roman numeral one on their wrists made you realize it was no one you already knew.

“Mrs. Lane?” you spoke, your fingers twisting into the silk undergarments you wore.

Your hair was done already, the makeup sitting beautifully on your skin. But there was an undeniable fear in your eyes when you brushed over the mirror before you. 

“Yes, Your Grace?”

“Have you met your soulmate already?” you asked, your stomach twisting in the thought of what may happen tonight. Could you really handle maybe passing a handsome gentleman or a beautiful woman with a Roman numeral one on their wrist and resist not immediately believing it was your soulmate?

“I have,” she nodded, exposing her slender wrist to you, the gold Roman Numeral II shining beautifully in your gaze. “He works in the palace, actually. Why do you ask, Your Grace?”

A soft smile graced your face at the sight of the golden ink. For too long, you had only seen it within your literature. Never once having been exposed to it in your world that was heavily plagued with those who cared more about politics than love. 

“It just occurred to me that I had never once asked if you had,” you smiled, your fingers letting go of your tightly held undergarments. “But let us carry on, my guests should be expecting me soon.”

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Balls were glamorous and needless to say, quite fun.

The music was lively, the food was exquisite, and the people were merry and handsome as they danced around the floor. Most balls you attend always leave you rosy-cheeked with both alcohol in your blood and from the rounds of dancing you would participate in, but tonight was different. 

Your cheeks were rosy with exhaustion, hours of being twirled along the dancefloor, terribly bleak conversations going on between you and a hopeful courter, and the refusal of alcohol from your parent’s behalf. They wouldn’t have you messing up their only chance of seeing you married to the Prince, who was duller than a rock. 

Your feet hurt with the unforgiving throb of the tight heels you had to wear, and in this moment of peace, you wanted to cry when you watched two men come to approach the table where you sat between your parents.

“Your Grace,” the older man bowed lowly, his most likely son bowing as well.

“Duke Kaibara, what do we owe this pleasure?” your father spoke clearly and eloquently, the smile on his face charming, but you knew better. 

He didn’t want a marriage of equal status — especially not when the Kaibara family was known for their war abilities, which were meaningless in a time of peace.

“My son wishes to have a dance with your own daughter,” Duke Kaibara spoke with a transparent lie painted on his face.

Attempting not to scoff, you glanced over at the man who stood beside the Duke.

He was reasonably tall, his stature befitting of someone of his class and quite honestly much better than the Royal Highness himself. Unruly dark brown hair that you could tell immediately had his servants in a craze to put into the slicked-back style it was attempted to be in, the few strands falling into his eyes, making him more comfortable to look at. His eyes were as black as midnight, shining bleakly yet with stern sharpness to it that had you questioning his stoic aura. 

The black of his suit was also adorned with pops of gold and royal blue, definitely a commander.

“Y/n would love to accompany him for a dance,” your mother spoke, her hand pressing against the back of your dress, lifting you up to stand before you could even think of protesting.

“I’m glad,” the Duke laughed heartily, and you sighed quietly.

With your hand pressing into his own, both of you walked in silence to the dance floor. 

The song began, one that involved more one on one time and less prancing with everyone on the dancefloor, and you were unsure whether you appreciated that at all. On the one hand, it would have saved you the horror of having his smoldering eyes everywhere on you, but it also meant you two could waltz around without a care.

“I don’t care to marry you,” he spoke suddenly, catching you off guard immediately. “As a matter of fact, I had no desire to come to your ball.”

“Well, that’s a bit rude to say,” you splutter, your fingers digging into his shoulder while you nearly stumbled in your box step. “There was no need to tell me that!”

“My father thinks that because we are both in our first reincarnation, it will give some leeway into having our union, but he is too much of a romantic.”

“And just who are you exactly, Your Grace? I know of your surname, but if you are going to be speaking to me so brashly, I have the right to your birth name.”

As the two of you spun against the floor, the throb in your feet ignored; his eyes came down to meet yours in a piercing gaze. Was he shocked by your lack of submission?

“Sen,” he spoke, his lips pursing. “Sen of House Kaibara.”

“Well, Sen, you are incredibly rude!” you flustered, smoothly moving with him with the sudden pick up of speed in the music. “Even if you are not here for my hand, the least you could do is pretend!”

“You looked like someone who appreciated honesty, Your Grace,” there’s a glint in his eyes. Something you can’t quite pin or understand, but it sends your stomach into a loop at the way his lip quirks with his words, and how his eyes narrow almost as if in teasing.

“Oh, I definitely am, but even that was too honest for our first conversation,” you bite back, your long ruined lipstick-stained lips pulling into a smile. “Have you never been around a lady before? You should really be paying attention to your etiquette classes, Sen.”

“Are you really lecturing me on my etiquette while calling me Sen?” he asked, his jaw-dropping just the slightest in disbelief, using a heavy hand on your waist to pull you in and twirl you out of the way of a drunken pair of dancers. “I think it might be you who needs to be paying attention, Your Grace. Especially if you are defying my every word and not turning into a submissive rock at my commands.”

“It is a woman’s job to make sure a man knows their place,” you snickered, twirling with the beat of the song. “I am simply doing that.”

Kaibara’s mouth opened, words almost daring to pour out, but alas, the song was over.

The two of you parted, bowing to one another while the other dancers did the same while everyone cheered and rejoiced in their ability to dance to this song.

“Would you like to go on a walk with me?” Kaibara asked, his hand reaching out towards you. 

“I don’t care to walk with you,” you breezed, quickly repeating his first words to you ever. “But I assume it will be better than returning to the table to be sold off.”

Although Kaibara’s stoic face had long remelted over his face, you couldn’t deny the glint of amusement in his eyes at your words. With yet another outstretched hand, you took it, and off the two of you went. Away from the party and into the cold night.

The both of you wandered aimlessly through the gardens of your estate, the hedge labyrinth being something you went through with him under his predictions as you already knew the answer to this puzzle. 

You felt at ease with Kaibara, the initial belligerence of his personality seemingly disappearing the more you talked with him. He was still quite aggressive, his words clear, loud, and intentional with each speech he made. But you found yourself enjoying it more and more, especially after the two of you bonded over the spinning fountain in the royal palace. 

“Do you like flowers?” he asked when the two of you sat against a stone bench.

“Depends,” you hum, placing a finger on your chin. “I am less than thrilled with flowers with thorns. Do you have any idea how many idiot men have given my flowers with thorns in them?”

“I will assume a lot?”

“Three! That is three too many!”

Kaibara laughed merrily, his hand running through his gelled unruly hair, while his head dipped back to stare at the sky. 

“I’ve only gifted someone a flower once, and I did not go according to plan.”

Your eyebrows scrunched, you studied the man who stared up at the sky in a way that looked like he would fight the gods themselves should they appear. The soft glow of the halls barely reached this side of the garden, but with the help of the heavenly moon, you saw him clearly. He was a stranger, you knew that, but there was something about him that called for you, pleading you to learn more about him — everything about him.

“What was the plan?” you asked softly, your bare foot hitting his leather-clad shoe with a pointed toe. He had helped you take off your shoes the moment you entered the garden.

“Well, we were the same age, as you and I are,” Kaibara nodded, his hands pressing to the bench behind him as he shifted his weight to lean on his hands. “As I spoke earlier, my dad was a romantic, and embarrassingly enough, I was too at one point…”

He trailed off, and your head tilted, you felt like you knew where he was going with this.

“I offered the girl I loved a red rose, but she told me that we would be wrong together. She was on her second incarnation, and I was on my first, so there was no way we could be destined for one another,” Kaibara confessed, his tongue wetting his lips while he shrugged. 

“That is quite unfortunate,” you frown, your gaze dropping to your hands. 

“It was.”

The two of you fell into a tense silence, your mind unable to procure any form of thought to ease the tension between the two of you. But you looked up and saw a bush of white primroses before you. With a surge of confidence, you stood up and took a single primrose from the bush. Returning to Kaibara’s side, you placed the primrose in his hands.

“You may not appreciate this primrose, but our estate is known for the primrose, it's a trademark of my family. You may not have found your soulmate yet, Your Grace, but when you do, they will be amazed to call you theirs.”

Kaibara’s hold on the white flower was delicate, his fingers twirling the stem between his fingers while he sat there. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and he nodded, his eyes warming up while he locked eyes on you.

“You’re a bit weird, you know that y/n.”

“Only those I trust know that,” you winked, further delighting in the way that a crooked grin sat on his face.

Unfortunately for you after that night, you would never have one like that again. The arrangement to marry His Royal Highness was set, and you would never see Kaibara again after your wedlock to the Prince that happened on your twenty-first year alive — not that the two of you realized that.

You long after passed away.

You lived a happy life, a full life, but the thoughts of his Grace Duke Kaibara Sen always plagued your mind no matter what you did. How you wished that he was to be reborn too so that you could possibly meet him once again.

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“Sen, leave my primroses alone!”

“I just can’t believe you still have these?!”

Your face was abnormally warm while you stared at your childhood friend Kaibara who was currently walking around your entire room, deliberately, and horribly going through your personal belongings. He was in workout clothes, black gym shorts, and a grey t-shirt under a yellow windbreaker; the sight of him so comfortable in your room made you a bit more embarrassed. 

The two of you had been friends for forever! Your parents were best friends and soulmates, so they figured that both of you would be soulmates. While it had been a cute and innocent thought when the two of you were young, it wasn’t so nice with the two of you nearing twenty-one and with no actual relationship in sight. How your parents found each other on their first attempt was beyond you, especially since you had the exact ii marked on your wrist.

But the worst part of your parents trying to convince both of you that you were soulmates was the thought that the two of you had once sort of dated. It had happened in secret, after all, both of you agreed should your parents find out it would equate to some block party celebration — which both of you didn’t want.

Still, the two of you were only sixteen when it happened, and while it could have happened that the two of you were meant for one another considering, you shared the same birth year and were on the exact reincarnation it didn’t work out. You loved Kaibara, you indeed did, but the romantic feelings between the two of you quickly burned out. Thankfully, it hadn’t made anything genuinely awkward between the two of you, and your parents never knew!

Win-win!

But the first memory you ever had of Kaibara and you, it involved a primrose. It was spring, and he had found a bush full of them, and with his chubby baby hands, he had picked them out for you and gave it to you. You had loved it, and it seemed to become an unspoken tradition between you and him.

Every significant moment between your lives, he would always give you a primrose, even when they were out of season. 

The last time he had given you a primrose was when both of you graduated high school and went onto college. He had gone to a different one from you, and it was like facing death itself when you no longer saw him in your classes. Nowadays, the two of you only saw each other during breaks and the occasional facetime.

So in the middle of summer break, he was over in your room after a run — judging everything you were saving apparently.

“I should destroy these flowers; they’re not supposed to be kept like this,” Kaibara sighed, the stems of the dried and pressed flowers so brittle between his fingers. He looked back down at the box he had found, his free hand stretching out towards your storming figure to keep you at bay. “Damn, y/l/n, did you really keep every single primrose I ever gave you?!”

“It’s sentimental, asshole!” you cried in embarrassment, your hands trying to grab the box that indeed held every primrose he had given you with a tag that had the day you got it and why.

“How have I known you my entire life and still not know this about you?” Kaibara grinned, his knees bent, and ass jutting out to keep you from nearing too close.

“I’m going to kill you!” you sobbed, your fists beating into his back while he simply continued on.

“I haven’t seen you face to face in months, and you’re going to kill me? You’re sort of the worst best friend ever,” Kaibara admitted, finally relenting and letting go of the box and leaving your possessions alone. 

You quickly covered the box, grateful that he hadn’t destroyed anything, and sighed when you put the box back in your bookshelf. Out of sight, out of mind for now.

“I do have a favor to ask of you,” Kaibara admits, your bed groaning quietly under his weight while he sat on your bed. Your face immediately questioned his motives; you knew your best friend probably better than he knew himself, and you knew that there was no bliss in having him say those words to you. All your life, his favors had nearly landed you in the hospital after all.

“And what favor is this?” you asked, your arms crossing while you looked at him with your eyebrow raised. “Am I going to have to go egg your highschool rivals' house again? Oh! Am I going to tell your girlfriend to not be intimidated by me anymore?”

Kaibara’s grin melted away, a stoic and unnerved face glaring back at you. Being best friends with someone like him was not a good thing at times like this, it seemed.

“Then I’ll go ask Ami for help then,” he spoke without a hint of mercy, his hands pressing onto his lap to stand up.

“Wait, no, Sen! I was joking! Please don’t do this to me!” you whined, shoving him back down onto his bed so that he was sitting there with a still expressionless face, but his eyes gave him away. “Anyone but stupid, Ami!”

“Well, if you don’t want to help me, I’m not going to waste my time trying to convince you,” he pointed out with a slow blink.

How he got under your nerves sometimes.

“What do you want then?” you grumble, sitting down on the bed beside him, your arms folded and a pout on your lips. 

“I need you to be my date on top of pretending to be my girlfriend,” Kaibara replied immediately, his eyes resting on you with ease and grace. You looked ready to question everything he was saying, so he moved on to explain. “My parents were invited to a wedding, and I need to win a bet.”

“What kind of fucking bets are you making that it involves having a girlfriend? I thought you were anti-soulmates?” you question, your gaze unamused while your dark-haired friend raked his fingers through his spiky hair. 

“Okay, first of all, I just found your creepy primrose collection, so I know you’re still in love with me, but I’m going to need you to back off —” he dodged a punch you aimed for his shoulder— “But the bet was made because no one thought I could get a girl like you.”

“You can’t get a girl like me.”

“I already have, hello?”

You grinned at his look of discontent at your statement, but you finally sighed, your head coming to lean on his shoulder. You smiled, feeling his head resting upon yours, and a silent agreement was exchanged through this pose. 

“When’s the wedding?” you ask, your eyes closing at the gentle rolling heat emitting from his body.

“This Friday.”

“The theme?”

“Summer? I don’t fucking know.”

“How long have we been dating?”

“Seven months.”

“Oh, so detailed,” you softly sigh, eventually laughing when his fingers twisted the skin on your shoulder. “Do you still kiss like a twelve-year-old boy?”

“No,” he groaned, his hand covering his face. “We shouldn’t have to kiss anyways.”

You laugh more, your shoulder pressing into his a few times while you bite your lower lip, “I’m just making sure we cover all the bases.”

“Yeah sure,” he sighed, holding your hand in his. “Thank you for agreeing.”

“I’m going to look hot as fuck, and I expect to make sure that everyone at this wedding is starstruck by me.”

“I’m sure they will be.”

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The apples of your cheeks burned from all the fake smiling you had done while exchanging hellos with the other guests you had never seen in your life at this wedding. It was the wedding for Kaibara’s boss, which explained why your parents were not here today — most parties had both your families in attendance after all.

“When Sen told us that the two of you were finally dating, I think I actually cried,” his mother told you, her hands grabbing yours when you sat beside her. As part of the favor, Kaibara had asked you to run most of the crowd control just because he was horrible at keeping things… not hostile. “Your parents told me that they didn’t know either!”

You laughed, your gaze flashing over to Kaibara, who was in the middle of a conversation with the guests who were sitting at his left. A coworker, it seemed, and if you knew any better, a coworker he liked just based on his body language.

“Yeah, it just sorta happened over a call?” you squawk unsure of how to handle this best. “I guess it helped that we’ve known each other for so long!”

She nodded her head, her eyes swimming with mirth and love while she sighed happily. 

“I can’t wait until it’s your wedding with Kaibara!”

With a nod of agreement, you were almost too excited when plates of food were distributed to you all. For the remainder of the dinner, you and Kaibara put up a solid front, the both of you falling into old habits of once being lovers to pull off this scam. It was the gentle whispers between the two of you, the silent exchanges, and the physical actions of your relationship that seemed to tie the story together.

“Y/n?” Kaibara’s female coworker spoke to you in the middle of a joking argument between you and Kaibara. You paused mid-rant, your head dipping towards the table so you could see her past Kaibara’s chest. 

“Yes?”

“Do you mind coming to grab some dessert?”

With no reason to say no, you nodded your head, a smile gracing your figure.

The two of you went over to the esteemed dessert table. Piles upon piles of sweets and goodies sat on the table that called your name while you skimmed around with his coworker.

“I’m Kimi, by the way,” she introduced herself when you zeroed in on a brownie.

“Nice to meet you!” you smiled, the name further confirming the fact that she was the one that Kaibara liked.

“Likewise,” she smiled, bringing a Rice Krispy treat to her plate. “Um, Sen told me about the bet, I know that it’s all fake.”

Your eyebrows raised, you hadn’t known that much.

“Don’t worry! I’m not spilling! This is a bet against Tsurabara, and I want him to lose anyways,” she quickly interrupted, her hand rubbing the back of her neck. “You two looked ready to start a big fight, so I thought it was best to get you out.”

A burst of soft laughter bubbled in your throat while you nodded, “Oh yeah, it’s okay! I’ve known Kaibara since we were in our mom’s bellies, this isn’t anything!”

Kimi’s eyes blinked rapidly, her eyes casting to the side in some sort of inferior action that you knew almost too well as the best friend of a handsome boy. “He likes you too,” you whispered, winking at her before walking back to the table to provide your fake-boyfriend and his parents with their favorite desserts.

But as you returned to the table, you were stopped when Kaibara stood up, his face set in a soft scowl, and his stare a mile away.

“Please go and dance with our son, y/n!” his father asked with sincere hope in his voice. “The two of you have been entertaining us this entire time, please go have fun!”

You wanted to say that it was fine, but it seemed in the three minutes that you had gone, Kaibara had been made to do this. He grabbed the plate of desserts in your hand, dropping them onto the table and led you out to the dance floor where everyone was gathered.

And as a slow dance came through, a weird sense of deja vu overcame you when he held you close. 

“I haven’t danced with you in years,” you mused when your wrists rested onto his shoulders, his hands warm on your waist. 

“And that’s my fault?” Kaibara asked, his eyebrows raised in amusement and annoyance.

“For sure,” you sighed your gaze stubbornly on his. “If you didn’t let me go to all those high school dances with a date that wasn’t you, I wouldn’t have this problem.”

“You’re a brat, you know that?”

“You say brat, but I prefer the term… aware of my worth.”

“You’re as equal in value as my pinky toe is.”

And even though there was never an awkward moment in your relationship with Kaibara, there was this melting that occurred between the two of you. Something invisible that melted away between the two of you while you swayed side to side while in his arms. Your head rested on his shoulder, and he lay on your head. A peaceful silence while you danced in time, a perfect movement between the two of you while the music seemed to fade away.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay?” he whispered in your left ear.

There was a weird yet pleasurable shiver that traveled down your spine with his hot breath against your ear. You liked it, but that still didn’t stop the twist in your stomach when you pulled away. His eyes were dark and serious, so very much Kaibara Sen it seemed.

“Okay.”

His lips met yours in a soft embrace. The smoothness of his lips softly parted between yours, dancing in different ways from your swaying bodies, and much more fulfilling than any other kiss you had ever shared with him before. Your fingers locked in the back of his hair, and he drew shapes into your back.

Kiss after kiss was exchanged between the two of you on this dance floor, each sequential kiss blazing your heart brighter and brighter until you realized that your heart was hammering disgustingly loud in your ears when he finally pulled away for the last time. You didn’t think that this favor would have landed you in the hospital, but with the way your heart failed to stop drumming violently throughout your body after the many kisses the two of you shared that day, it was hard to say that he didn’t. 

But after that day, you came to realize that you still liked Kaibara, but he didn’t feel the same way. You cut off contact with him when he started dating Kimi, and the two of you last saw each other Christmas on your twenty-first year alive. He was happy and in love, and you quietly sat with your head in the storm clouds.

After that… you never saw him again, which made you think that made your parents have been right about the two of you being soulmates. 

But you had to move on for this reincarnation, it seemed.

You lived, loved, married, and died.

The box of primroses he had given you your most prized possession until the day you peacefully passed away.

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“Can I please get a black roast coffee... in the biggest size you have,” you sniffle, your eyes red, fingers dabbing a tissue at the falling tears on your face.

“Uh, that’ll be seven hundred yen,” the man with the name tag Kaibara S. spoke.

You handed him the cents in your hand and waited for your receipt.

“This is only five hundred,” Kaibara slowly stated, and it seemed to push you over the edge because you began to bawl.

Primrose Coffeeshop was the only coffee shop that had discounts for broke college students such as yourself nearby, so it was the place you went to practically every day. So it was to no surprise to workers such as Kaibara to see that you were finally breaking down.

The world blurred in the time he told you that it was okay to not have the adequate amount since you were always buying things from the store, to someone quite literally leading you back to your mountain of textbooks and laptop, and the coffee coming out and being placed at your table. Through your tear drowned eyes, you looked at the assignment you had to write.

Twenty pages of research for something you didn’t understand at all. 

“Are you okay?” a voice interrupted the hiccuping snuffled sobs that continued to pour from your mouth.

With a tear-streaked face, a wet nose, and blotchy skin, you looked at the dark brown haired barista who seemed to have gotten off of his own shift. His apron rested on his forearm, his hair still pushed back with the hairband that sat on his face, and his clothes were plain and simple. His face was pretty stoic to look at. Given the apparent discomfort in his eyes, he must have taken a lot to ask you this.

“N-No!” you sobbed, your lips trying to keep shut to stop the self-proclaimed horrible sobs that still tried to pour from your mouth.

“What’s… uh… what’s wrong?”

“My whole life is falling apart!” you laugh humorlessly, your hands slapping the coffee table with a pathetic sniffle. “I-I’m on my third reincarnation, and the statistics of finding your soulmate this late in the cycle have plummeted dramatically! My thesis for my p-paper isn’t viable anymore because I didn’t c-contact my professor on time. So I h-had to make a new one… I don’t even know!”

Kaibara remained silent, unsure if he should stay or leave. He had only asked because his coworker had been weirdly worried for you, and well… he did too, but this was a bit too much for him. Why couldn’t you have just said you were alright?!

“That… sucks, I’m sorry.”

You let out a choked sob, the veins in your face bulging in your attempt to just… stay quiet.

Kaibara stared at you, pity and concern seeping into his bones the longer he looked. With a sharp sigh, he pulled the chair out and sat down. “How can I help?”

Somehow from this one interaction, a weird comradery began between you and the barista you had ordered from for two years. 

In the span of an hour, he had helped you calm down, calmly instructing and aiding you in your academic endeavor to understand what you were doing. It was a paper for a stupid physics class you were forced to take, and thankfully Kaibara was a physics student himself. 

Kaibara introduced you to some reliable papers, explaining to you the things you didn’t understand in very perceptive depth and understanding that you didn’t get from your own professor. An hour into talking and you realized that you were no longer crying, your coffee went drunk to completion, and you were smiling while he pointed to different things on your screen.

“I’m y/l/n y/n,” you finally introduced yourself when he was standing to leave. 

“I know,” he nodded, a soft smile on his face. “You have been ordering from me with that name for two years now.”

“Well, it wasn’t ever an introduction, though,” you pointed out with a sigh. “Besides, this is much more official.”

He nodded in agreement, his hand pulling off the headband in his hair, letting his shaggy hair fall onto his eyes. “I’m Kaibara Sen, and I know you didn’t know my first name.”

“I did not,” you agree, your head bowing in both thanks.

He seemed to debate something in his head, teetering between telling you and not, but with a tilt of your head, and a lean towards him, he broke.

“I’m in here a lot, I don’t know if you’ve noticed? I work fulltime on top of going to school and guessing by the professor’s name, you also attend Tokyo University,” Kaibara said, his eyes locked onto yours. “If you want, I can help you out for the rest of the semester with physics. I know that it can be a hard class.”

“Are… are you serious?!” you gasp, your hands pressing to your mouth in undeniable joy and mirth.

“Completely.”

“I’d appreciate that so much!” you chirped, your body resisting the urge to hug him in your gratitude. 

“Okay, that’s good,” he nodded, his feet already moving towards the exit.

You watched as he walked to the door, but noticed that he hesitated when he reached the door.

Wordlessly he lifted up his left arm and showed off a tattoo.

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“I’m also on my third reincarnation,” he admitted with a shrug, and the embarrassing memory of your breakdown hit you heavily over the head while your face grew red hot. “It’s totally okay if you haven’t met your soulmate yet, that’s why we have multiple shots, right?”

You were for a loss of words, only managing to nod your head in stunned embarrassment. Kaibara smiled, his face genuinely pleased while he pushed onto the front door.

“Then, I’ll see you later, y/l/n.”

Like that, a friendship was born between you and the cute barista.

Without even this new tutoring system between the two of you, you had always shown up at the coffee shop every day, but now it was put at specific times — typically taking in mind his shift and class schedule. Day in and day out, he would help you out with physics, teaching you about work and joules and energy, and you, in turn, would buy lots of coffee and pastries and even helped him with his own work that wasn’t physics related.

You came to know more about Kaibara too.

About how he was born the same year you were, or how the both of you were a bit scared about the fact that you were on your third reincarnation. You both would even make up extremely extravagant stories of your past lives. Of how you were royalty and the smartest geniuses alive who had created the items you had used to this very day. 

Jokes of knowing Newton and Plato and Shakespeare never failed to make the both of you smile during moments where you weren’t worrying about your academia. 

Kaibara Sen was someone you could come to see could be very special in your life. His often neutral and stoic personality quickly melted away to become invigorating and chaotically loud. He was someone you would very much appreciate to be friends with, no matter what class you could have met him in or timeline you met him in.

“How do you feel about this year?” 

Your words were soft in the empty coffee shop, the warm sweater you wore snug on your body while you drank a new concoction Kaibara made for a future menu item.  It was something sweet, not overwhelmingly so, just enough that made it pleasant to drink without milk or sugar — not that you didn’t mind a cup of black coffee every once in a while.

“I’d rather not make it to a fourth reincarnation,” you heard Kaibara admit, from beside you, his face buried in the notes he was rewriting during your studying session. “This seems like a good time frame to have things end with the person I’m meant to be with. Nothing crazy is happening, it’s calm… I like that.”

“You have no sense of adventure Sen!” you laugh, your hands bringing the coffee cup to the table and writing down your thoughts and rating for the drink onto the yellow paper he had given to you for an official review. “I think I’m going to push it to reincarnation number five, I want to see the flying cars and moving cities.”

“I’m not sure if that sounds horrible or like a nightmare,” he dryly stated, flipping his notebook for the next significant section to write on.

“Don’t be rude,” you huff, your pen scratching out the mistake you made with a frown. “I mean, I wouldn’t remember anything, but it would still be nice!”

“And just who do you think your soulmate is?” Kaibara asked, his pencil dropping on his notes while he shook his sore and tired wrist out. He looked at you with a crooked grin that made you smile back, and he leaned in to whisper, “I can imagine that you’ve pictured what they look like.”

“How’d you know?!” you ask in mock surprise, your hand pressing to your mouth in a dramatic effect.

“You look the type,” he snickered, leaning back against his chair. “Okay, what does a lover boy look like, and what does lover girl look like?”

“Okay, so ideally, a male soulmate will look like a supermodel. Like the kind that just drives girls and older women wild because goddamn is he fine,” you whistle, your tongue wetting your lips in an attempt to mask your humor from this.

“Yes, I can see you with someone like that too,” Kaibara sagely nodded his head, his fingers now grasping the pencil in his hand. “Now, the other?”

“If it’s a girl… I don’t care, just as long as she’s super tall,” you sigh wistfully, your smile growing when Kaibara seems to agree with this information.

“You are ready to meet your soulmate, I’ve decided,” Kaibara announced his pencil scratching his paper as he began to write again.

“Oh thank you, kami-sama, please reveal to me the name of my betrothed.” 

“I will, under one circumstance, and one circumstance only.”

The smile that spread on your face was warm, your eyes looking at how his lips were curled into his own smile that he often enjoyed hiding from you.

“What must a mere stupid mortal like me do?”

Kaibara finished writing his section of the notes before pulling away, his eyes severe while they peered at you. Dark, serious, and very, very intense.

He often confused you; he was so dark and brooding at times but often melted into someone you could only describe as a twelve-year-old boy finding out that his parents installed his favorite game to whatever console he loved most. His eyes, despite their deep charcoal color, seemed to melt into warm chocolate the longer he held your gaze, and finally, he spoke:

“Go on a date with me?”

Your eyes blinked rapidly, and a sour feeling erupted in your chest at his words.

Oh no.

“I… I can’t,” you spoke, your eyes traveling to your lap, the previous warmth in your chest disappearing quicker than the speed of light.

Kaibara blinked, his jaw opening and closing repetitively, almost as if in confusion and misunderstanding of the situation. 

“Can I ask why not?” he spoke, but his voice had never sounded this hollow before.

“I’m actually seeing someone right now,” you admit slowly, your stomach twisting and knotting because dear god had you led him on this entire time? “We uh… we started dating a bit after you and I started talking.”

Kaibara’s face was void of all emotion, the deep chocolate gone from his eyes, replaced with only reliable bitter charcoal. 

“Are they… are they your soulmate?” he asked in the softest of whispers, a tone you recognized as someone who was doing everything in their power not to cry. His nostrils flared, and he trembled slightly, his stoic mask entirely see-through to you. 

“I hope so,” you admit, your fingers digging into your sweater. “I’m sorry, Sen.”

Kaibara’s lips press into a thin wavering line, and he shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. Um, let’s finish up?”

He didn’t accept the rejection well, although he was still a good friend and helping you out, you could read this man better than yourself; it seemed because you could see how much it pained him to sit next to you every day and help you. Study sessions diminished by a lot, his free time being occupied more and more until it was finally after midnight for new years, and despite whispering that you loved your partner at the stroke of midnight, the tattoo remained red — not golden.

 You visited the Primrose Coffeeshop the moment it was opened, and to your dismay, Kaibara had left the shop, and his phone number no longer worked. 

You stayed with your partner; both of you agree to just live out the rest of your life in love since you had been so sure of the other being your soulmate. But no matter how much time had passed, the shape of your soulmate began to resemble Kaibara, but you knew better than to wish for such silly things, especially in this world. For if it was true, there was no use to even trying to find him — after all, the world forbade it.

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The world was emerging with the beginning of quirks.

There wasn’t a high population of individuals with quirks yet, but there was a growing number of them. People hated those with quirks, pushing backs against the “freaks” of nature, demanding that they get put down and killed without a moment’s thought.

Without a doubt, people with quirks would begin to fight back, some turning to villainy, some to vigilante work, and some to hero work. 

Everything was masked, no one could know anyone’s true identity, or else it would end in heads being chopped off. It was like a comic book gone wrong.

And you? You were a hero, someone just trying to get by because while you didn’t want to be a freak of nature, those with powerful quirks using them against the quirkless still was not a righteous society.

Right now, you were living the most perfect life.

A secret hero that the quirkless were starting to appreciate, keeping a big evil villain in check, succeeding in your job, and in love with none other than Kaibara Sen, who you were so positive was your soulmate.

You screeched as Kaibara held you over his shoulder. Your legs kicked as he threw you onto the bed. His grinning face blowing raspberries into your exposed stomach. Your howls doing nothing to stop him. 

“Stop it!” you shriek, trying to remove his lips from your abdomen. “I’m–Sen–GOING TO PEE IF YOU DON’T STOP!”

Kaibara pulls away, peppering kisses up your chest until he’s kissing you over and over again. Your lips can’t even form a pout from your exhaustion, letting him kiss you so weirdly while you lay in defeat. “If you peed yourself, I would have made you clean it up.”

“You’re the worst boyfriend ever!!!” you moan in exhaustion as Kaibara nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. 

“I know, it matches your worst girlfriend category too,” Kaibara grins against your skin, and your fingers tug at his hair, trying to get him to kiss you again.

“Mm, so I’m the worst girlfriend? I might call Silence on myself then,” you tease, your lips pressing against his. 

“I would fight her to keep you then,” Kaibara brushes your hair out of your eyes, and your eyes flutter. God, there was so much you would do for this man. You loved him so much, it hurt you.

“Alright, baby, I have to go! It’s ladies’ night!” you sigh into his mouth despite doing everything you could to keep him there. Kaibara’s hands keep you close to him as his tongue slips into your mouth. You moan in half-hearted defeat at the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours. 

“You can tell Fukuda-san she can rip you out of my fucking hands,” Kaibara growls as he sucks softly against your neck. You arch into him as you shake your head. 

“Stupid, she could totally beat your ass, and you have that — fuck, you have that meeting of yoURS!” you smack his chest when his fingers brush against your bare skin. “Kaibara Sen!”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Kaibara chuckles, pulling away, love lacing his eyes. “I love you, stay safe tonight? You girls can’t handle your liquor.”

You roll your eyes as you peck a last kiss to his lips. “Only because we go straight for the hard stuff!!!”

Kaibara walks you out of his house, and into your car. His face sticking through the window for some last kisses. You give him as many as you can until you have no more time to waste. “Okay, bye! I love you!” you chirped, finally driving off.

You watch as Kaibara continues to wave at you from the street, a smile on your face until you turn the corner. Your smile instantly drops as you’re far away. 

You give a call to Fukuda, and she instantly picks up.

“Hello? Are you ready? There’s a lot of activity going on tonight… I’m worried,” Fukuda’s voice cries, and you’re consumed with the smallest bit of guilt as you drive faster. 

“I’m sorry… where to first?”

~

You ran along rooftops, your eyes locked on the man running away from you. Your breathing is harsh, raspy. You’ve been running for almost an hour now, jumping and weaving through pipes. You’re trying to get to him, the one man you’ve been chasing for years now. The man that taunted your dreams. Your life.

Your eyes caught onto the rubbish on a nearby ceiling, and you threw out your arm. Yellow energy shoots from your arms as it attaches to the objects and falls. Trapping the man by high walls, and a fifty story drop. 

“Come on, you know you want to give in!” you pant as the man stops running, turns around, and his guard is up. His gaze concentrated on you entirely as you stopped in front of him. The yellow energy filling your hands as you raise your own guard. “Give in.”

“As much as I would love to wrestle it out with you, sweetheart, I’m in a loving relationship.” his voice is dripping with sarcasm as whirring noises emit from his skin. 

The two of you were among the minuscule population that had superpowers. A revolutionary feat that had the world in battle. You were a superhero. As if you were straight off a comic book, you fought against people who threatened those beneath them. Hell, most times, you were a glorified therapist! You really only hardly ever got into fistfights, but this man. This… vile man in front of you was an exception. He was cruel.

Using this power of his to create chaos and mayhem. It was not something you liked, you hated him for it, and you have been trying to get him. To corner him! But he was always one step ahead. A finger brushes away from you as you try to get him.

It was a dreadful and repeating dance now, one the two of you frequently explored. You would lunge forward, and he would take a step backward, you would spin out, and he would pull you back in. Even the way you two fought, it was fluid, sharp, deadly, yet melodic. The occasional locking fists could have been a dance had it not been for the fire in your stance.

The masks on his face covered everything on him, but you knew he was looking at you. The only thing you needed though, was to have him pinned to the ground. His wrists in a handcuff as you dropped him off to the police. Then you’d be able to go home to Kaibara, to tell him the only secret you kept from him. 

You ducked under his gyrating fist, something you had known too well as it sent you flying into walls on multiple occasions, but he stopped jumping backward when you rolled to the side.

“I will have to bid you adieu, my sweet Silence! Duty calls, and well, I’m merely here to distract you!”

Your eyes widened as an explosion blew in the distance, and you whipped around. You snap back through to see him waving goodbye, and you freeze. “Oh, no...”

You took off in the direction of the explosion, your heart hammering away as you near it. Screams and cries echoing through the streets as you jumped in to help. Your words aiding everyone in the fiery trap. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you!” You repeated over and over, but their pain never stopped.

~

“Hi, beautiful,” Kaibara says, walking into your room. Your eyes look up at him in the mirror, and your smile is affectionate. Kaibara is in a pair of dark blue slacks. A white button-up shirt that hugged his chest beautifully, and a black-tie with a jacket on. His hair combed back, overall, he was drop-dead gorgeous. 

The brown-haired man walks to you and hugs you by your waist. Kaibara’s eyes dawdling on your outfit as you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple. “Hi.” 

“Let’s go for dinner now?”

You nod your head, this dinner was a much-needed distraction from the explosion after all. “Yes, let’s go.”

The dinner is fantastic. 

You love the way Kaibara’s eyes burn like steady embers into you the entire night, his energy never once wavering. His hand held yours after the meal was over, listening to you all while he pressed fluttering kisses to the tattoo that reads iv. You giggle out his name as he refuses to quit, and your cheeks burn.

“Y/l/n y/n,” Kaibara states, and you raise your eyebrows inviting him to continue. “I met you years ago, and you’re… incredible. Your energy is intoxicating as is your smile.” Kaibara smiles as he kisses the back of your hand. “I love the way you hate Tuesday mornings, I love that you always jump onto your bed, you do not have to, but you do. You complete me, you make me want to be a better person, and I have only one thing to ask…”

Your eyes sparkle with unshed tears, and Kaibara presses up and kneels before you.

“Will you marry me, y/n? Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

A black velvet box presents itself on his palm. A luminescent diamond ring shining against the light surrounded by primroses, the flower you said represented your love with him. Your tears shedding uncontrollably from your eyes while you grin like a fool.

Your head nods over and over.

“Yes!” You cry as you pepper wet kisses all over his face. “Yes, please! Yes!”

The diamond ring slips onto your finger, and you can’t even begin to describe your emotions as you kiss him. The cheering of the crowds disappearing as you hold him even closer.

He asked you for your hand that night, and yet you felt united in a whole other way. The overwhelming love between the two of you palatable the entire night.

~

You struggle against the wall, gasping as the villain holds you by your throat. You had foiled his next plan and were now paying dearly for it. 

You slam your foot into his crotch, and he grunts, letting you go. You collapse to the ground gasping for air. You stagger but act quickly, sweeping his feet out from underneath him. He falls to the ground, and you shoot energy from your hands, allowing you to smoothly and rapidly hop on top of him. You press your knees into his arms, and he hisses.

His legs sweep up, kicking you forward, and you tumble off of him.

So the two of you embark on another dangerous dance of yours. Fukuda screams in your ear about the dangers lurking around you if you don’t get out of there! But you had landed a hit, you were going to get him today!

You duck under a punch and shove a palm to his ribcage. He stumbles backward, you narrow your eyebrows as you lock an energy strand around his leg, pulling him in. You race over, but you miss the whirring of his skin. You’re blown backward, white-hot pain scorching your cheek, the mask on your face cracking in two. You gasp for air, the mask breaking completing as it falls to the ground. You couldn’t hear Fukuda yelling at you anymore as knees slam into your chest, and you wheeze.

Your eyes lock onto the villain before you. His arm cocked back for another devastating punch, but he’s frozen. His body is still. You don’t feel your energy power up, only that your arm is thrust up, and he’s thrown off you. A sickening crash is heard, and you sit up wheezing. 

You stare at the man, your vision dizzy, and you feel sick.

Not because you’re dizzy, but because of the face that’s revealed as his mask falls.

Kaibara.

His eyes are so vast, and your eyes are tearing up.

He can’t stand up, and you stumble to your feet, swaying where you stand.

“Get the fuck out of there, y/n!” Fukuda’s voice is yelling at you, and you flinch, finally hearing it. 

“Sen…” You whisper, your head shaking in disbelief. “You can’t be… how are you, Spinner?”

The villain’s name. The name you loathe, the name you refuse to use. You prefer ‘villain’ because giving him a name gives him an identity. A reason for him to be committing the atrocities he’s committed.

How was this man in front of you the person you loved with all your heart? 

You can’t remember running away. You only remember that you’re back in your house sobbing as you stare at the diamond ring on your nightstand.

~

You stare at the ceiling of your room. You feel hollow. 

Since that fateful encounter, neither one of you has attempted to reach out. Neither one of you calling, texting, or showing up. You hated it, but you couldn’t stand seeing him here. How could you ever talk to the man you love knowing who he was? What he was; what he is?

You knew everyone had secrets, but why was his secret this, anything but this…

The engagement ring is on your finger still. It makes perfect sense, everything tells you that it should be there. But it feels heavy… it weighs you down in more ways than its weight. Could you really forgive a man like him? Yes, he’s your Kaibara, but he’s also Spinner.

Notorious as the underground crime king. Spinner was someone you’ve been fighting since day one. It made you nauseous, just thinking about how that man was your Kaibara. 

How were they the same person?

The floorboards in your hallway creak, and you slam up. Your eyes concentrating on the doorframe. Your mouth runs dry as you stare at angry black eyes. His mouth pressed into a flat line as his hands roughly weave through his hair. 

It hurts knowing that it wasn’t a hoax. You knew Kaibara Kaibara like the back of your hand, and being able to read him now burned your throat and heart. You lick your lips as he steps closer, his eyes focused on you. 

“You’re Silence?”

“You’re Spinner…”

Kaibara shakes his head, his lips barking with cold humor as he can’t believe it. To be fair, you can’t either as you stare at his conflicted features. 

“I don’t understand?” he admits, his eyes swimming with confusion, anger, and yet longing. 

“You and me both,” you laugh bitterly, shaking your head as you look up at him. “Care to explain?”

“I don’t really want to.” Kaibara shakes his head, his smile sad, and you blink. 

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” you snap, your brows furrowing when you stalk over to Kaibara, who held his ground. “You’re the one causing all this mayhem, and you’re not going to even explain it to me?!”

“What’s the point, y/n? So that you can cry the next time we meet? You’re not going to give me mercy! You don’t understand! So why should I bother?!” Kaibara’s face clouded, angry, and focused. 

“Because you fucking love me!” you hiss, shoving Kaibara with your full strength. This entire time you’ve been able to pull off using mere fractions of your power. Enough to fight with Kaibara, but definitely not enough to send him stumbling backward. 

Kaibara’s black eyes snap on you as he gathers his balance. “Don’t do this.”

“I am a hero!” you tremble, your hands pulling at the roots of your hair. Your heart is racing in the worst of ways. You feel faint, ready to fall over, and never wake back up. “I save people nearly every damn day, Kaibara! I save people from you!”

There’s a glower on his face, and you know it’s because you’re putting Kaibara on a fence he doesn’t want to be. A wall that he hates. Kaibara always had something to say, he wasn’t one to pretend to not have an opinion, and so this was killing him.

“Some people in this world deserve to have checks,” Kaibara states, his steely voice calm, his eyes raging. “I don’t do anything to people who don’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils flare, and you can feel your throat thick with emotions. What the actual fuck was he on? “Really? Do these people deserve to die? People fucking deserve to get their life blown to shreds because of what? Because you think they’re corrupt? Oh, grow the fuck up, Kaibara! No, I don’t believe your bullcrap! Do you think I really haven’t tried finding correlations? Correlations for every single crime you committed? Yes, these people are terrible! But that’s why we have other ways of stopping them! You can’t play fucking god and decide whether these people deserve to live or not! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

You’re pressed flat against his chest. Your chest heaving with lack of air and overwhelming emotions. Kaibara’s face contorted with anger. His black eyes flashing before sinking into blackness. 

Then you say words you wish you could regret, words that broke your heart as you said it.

“How can you expect me to love someone like you?”

He left your shared place after that. The year ended, and there was nothing to stop the tragic downfall of both Spinner and Silence, both of you never recovered from this moment.

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“Kaibara, is that you?!”

Your eyes looked at the brown-haired man walking into the hero agency where you were currently a sidekick in. 

It had been two years since graduating from UA, and you were here with Miruko, a signing that had honestly shocked many, many people when it happened. Sure enough, as an alumnus of UA and being a part of his rival classroom 1-A, it was a pleasant surprise to see someone outside of your classmates.

“Y/l/n?” he greeted you in return, his hands resting on his hips, his body completely decked out in his uniform. You guessed he started his day before you.

“It’s been so long!” you grin, stopping at his side with your hands clutched by your thighs, “How can I help you today?”

“Well, I need some help. I’m here to recruit you to help with Gang Orca’s mission.”

You watched him hand you a folder and immediately upon reading it understood why he was here for you. This was a job that was perfect with your quirk.

“I can help out,” you say after reading the file, a smile on your face. “Will you be there?”

“I am his sidekick, plus I gathered most of the evidence,” Kaibara shrugged, and you nodded.

“Okay, sounds good, Spiral.”

Kaibara smiled, his eyebrow lifted while he walked away. “Good, see you then.”

You and Kaibara always got along, maybe it was because both of you were the only people in UA who were on their fifth reincarnation cycle, but knowing you weren’t alone was always nice. He was still kind to you, even if he seemed bland at times, but you came to see that it was just… him. Regardless he was a formidable foe and a strong hero. Your only regret was not getting as close to him as you could have since the rivalry between the two classes never lessened.

The team-up mission went smoothly. The extraction of the hostages on top of capturing the brass of the cult, and stopping their influence on victims of their power was an excellent boost to your reputation and Miruko’s agency. Still, you had suffered minor injuries and had an EMT checking you out this very moment.

Your eyes fell on Kaibara, who was a few strides away. He had a nasty looking bruise on his jaw, a punch he had taken for you during your lack of attention. Signaling that you were fine now, the EMT let you go, and you walked over to Kaibara, your guilt looming heavy in your stance.

“Sorry for getting you hurt,” you apologized, your finger looming over the spot where he got hit on your own skin.

“No problem,” he brushed it off with a shrug of his shoulders. “You didn’t see it, plus you still got it handled in the end, which was much more important.”

“Yeah, but now I feel like I owe you drinks or something,” you huff, not at all pleased with how he was okay with this.

A silence fell over you two, the EMT avoiding eye contact as if this was like avoiding the plague. But with your vision glued to your feet, you didn’t catch the way that his eyebrows bunched and relaxed over and over in thought until finally, he spoke.

“I could go for drinks.” 

And so this night where you and Kaibara found yourselves at a bar with drinks in hands, did you realize that you wanted to actually get to know him. You didn’t want to associate Kaibara as the other fifth reincarnation cycle guy, or the guy from class 1-B, you wanted to know him for… him. 

It turned out, he felt the same way. 

Thus began a strange but quaint relationship between the two of you.

Kaibara ended up being a personality you enjoyed to be around a lot. He often danced between being a straight face and serious, to chaotic and enthusiastic, to sometimes straight-up aggressive and demanding. The fluctuation often amuses you, three different branches to his personality, much like the three spirals on his gloves. 

“I don’t think I’m ridiculous,” you point out, your finger following Kaibara’s walking form as he was grabbing the two of you drinks from his fridge. “I get that most people give up at this point, but I really do think I’ll meet my soulmate this time about!”

Kaibara looked at you incredulously when he sat next to you, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow so you could see the Roman numeral for five tattoo on his wrist. “What makes this lifetime so special? Besides, we know that soulmates always meet in every reincarnation. If you and your soulmate haven’t clicked since the first cycle, what’s the point in fighting so hard at this cycle?” A frown overcomes your face, and you glare at Kaibara, who struggles to uphold a serious reaction. “I’m sorry, too far?”

“Shut up.”

His laughter fills the room while you turn away from him pouting. 

“So you don’t want to meet your soulmate?” you asked, trying your hardest to not sound too nosey but just the perfect amount of curiosity. 

“I’d love to meet my soulmate, don’t get it wrong,” Kaibara sighs, his back falling onto the back of the couch, his head tilting up to the ceiling. “But it’s… weird to keep my hopes up. With no memories of past reincarnations, it seems like I’m stumbling around in the dark.”

You hummed, your fingers bringing the drink to your mouth and taking a small sip from it.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” you asked when you brought your cup down.

Kaibara looked at you, his eyes like the void, daunting dark yet beautiful, “Why?”

“Well, if this is going to be my last reincarnation, I don’t want to live a life of regrets,” you smile, your head tilting to the side. “I would always regret not asking you out.”

His face melted into one of softness and undeniable excitement at your practical confession, “As long as you think your class could handle you dating someone from class 1-B.”

“I think that’s more of a question of if your class can handle you dating someone from class 1-A!”

So the two of you began to date.

It took no time for you to fall inexplicably and wholly in love with Kaibara Sen; he was perfect for you. Day and night he was someone you could entirely rely on, never once would he slip up, always coming to aid you when you needed it and vice versa. There were still hard nights, after all, you were still human. 

But rain or shine, momentous fight or sweet staples of your relationship, the both of you always ended up in the same bed, holding each other close as night consumed you. 

Before you knew it, it was New Year's Eve, and instead of going out tonight, you and Kaibara decided to stay in. A feeble nervous attempt in the hope that the two of you genuinely were soulmates. Five reincarnations later, and now you would finally find out if he was made for you if you were made for him.

“I want to give these to you,” Kaibara spoke to you when you came to the couch, a hefty blanket in your arms that you planned on drawing the both of you in while you watched the fireworks display on a TV monitor. Today was your first day off in a while, and because the crime rate was notoriously low on this holiday, staying home together sounded better than a clashed reunion of your high school classmates.

Your eyes found the small bouquet of primroses in his hands, the pink and white flowers sitting charmingly in their tan paper. A smile spread across your face immediately, and you brought your lips to him in a chaste kiss.

“They’re beautiful, thank you,” you happily sigh, moving to sit at his side, snuggled comfortably against him with the blanket over both of you. “What do they mean?”

“I can’t live without you,” Kaibara whispered, his eyes locking against yours.

And with warm cheeks, you smiled earnestly and connected your lips against his. 

The bouquet went forgotten as the two of you continued your passionate kiss, the words of ‘I love you’ continuing to pour from your lips well past midnight. Hope and endearment fully saturated between your hopeful mouth.

And alas, my dearest reader, I’m glad to tell you that at last, you found the one meant for you.

Primroses graced each of your lives with Kaibara Sen; after all, they were the flower of love, a flower that also meant that you couldn’t live without the other — a real sign of soulmate love through reincarnation. And my sweet reader, the moment your lips removed from Kaibaras as the stroke of midnight passed, the words of love exchanged between the two of you with complete honesty, you’ll be pleased to know that the tattoo turned to gold.

[jaskierswolf]

Jaskelion smut with a tail plug? Maybe with the use of the word "puppy"??

This only took me three months to write.... Sorry! But.... 1.7k of Jaskilion for you this fine evening.

CW: 18+, tail butt plugs, puppy play, dom/sub relationship, blow jobs, anal sex, explicit consent,

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Jaskier was singing happily as he opened the door to the flat he shared with Dandelion. His date night with Geralt had been wonderful! They’d had a lovely romantic dinner and then curled up on the sofa watching shitty documentaries that Geralt enjoyed. Jaskier had just been happy to lie back with his hands in Geralt’s sinfully soft hair. He enjoyed the weight of his boyfriend crushing him when they snuggled, but he’d also promised Dandelion he’d be home that night. Geralt had to get up early for work and as much as they loved each other, sometimes they just wanted their own beds.

The lounge was dark when he pushed the door open. He frowned and pulled out his phone. The screen was bright and hurt his eyes but he was right. It wasn’t that late. In fact he was earlier than he said he would be. He flicked on the light and toed off his shoes, letting the door close behind him. He meandered into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water before heading up to his room.

Dandelion’s bedroom light was still on so Jaskier knocked on the door. There was no reply.

“Dandelion?” he called softly.

Still no reply… so he pushed open the door.

“Oh,” Jaskier breathed.

Dandelion was laying on the end of the bed, looking like an absolute angel, or perhaps a devil. He was far too tempting to be an angel. His roommate was curled up asleep, completely naked except for the soft golden tail plug in his arse. Jaskier swallowed and crossed the room as quietly as possible, placing his water on the bedside table and then perching on the edge of the bed.

He cocked his head and smiled down at his sleeping friend before gently running his fingers through Dandelion’s hair, brushing the blond curls from his eyes.

“Hmm…?”

Jaskier chuckled and leaned down to kiss Dandelion’s forehead. “Morning, Dandelion,” he teased.

“Morning?” Sleepy cornflower blue eyes blinked opened as he lifted his head off the mattress. There were marks pressed into his cheek from the wrinkles of the fabric and he looked utterly adorable. “Oh bloody hell, what time is it?”

“Just gone eleven,” Jaskier said with a laugh “In the evening,” he added when he saw the look of horror on his friend’s face. “Looks like you had a great evening planned?”

“Bugger,” Dandelion whined.

Jaskier took pity on him and pulled him into a kiss. His hands trailed down Dandelion’s spine and cupped his arse, earning a delightful squeak from the musician. “Miss me?” he teased.

“I got bored,” Dandelion admitted. “I was hoping to surprise you when you got home, but clearly that didn’t work out.”

Jaskier tilted his head and smiled coyly, petting the soft blond curls that splayed out so beautifully on the bed. “Did you still want to play?”

Dandelion’s eyes lit up and he nodded, nuzzling into Jaskier’s thigh. “Please.”

“Shh now, puppy,” Jaskier cooed. “I’ll get undressed and finish my water. You need to be patient. Can you do that for me?”

Dandelion whined but nodded silently.

Jaskier smirked “I know, you’ve been so patient already. Don’t worry, I make sure my puppy is treated well. Now, on the floor, you know you’re not allowed on the bed without me.”

Dandelion huffed but climbed off the bed, muttering nonsensically. Jaskier rolled his eyes. If Dandelion wanted to be bratty then so be it. He knew the consequences for misbehaving when they played like this. Dandelion knelt on the soft rug at the end of the bed, gazing hungrily up at Jaskier as he lazily stripped off his clothes. He grabbed his glass of water and sipped it, purposely ignoring his puppy, despite the frustrated whines coming from him.

Once Jaskier was finished with his drink he sat back down on the edge of the mattress, a hand in Dandelion’s hair. “Good boy.”

Dandelion leaned into his touch, a contented hum in his throat. He liked the praise, almost as much as he enjoyed being forced to wait for it, despite his protests.

“Now, puppy, whilst you’re sitting so prettily for me, I want your mouth on my cock until I’m hard enough to fuck you. You want that don’t you?”

Dandelion nodded eagerly. “Mhmm, yes sir” he replied with a lick of his lips. Jaskier tugged sharply at Dandelion’s hair, coaxing an obscene moan from his lips.

“Puppies don’t talk, sweetheart,” Jaskier scolded, before his expression softened. “You remember what to do if you want to stop?”

Dandelion nodded, caressing Jaskier’s bare thighs with long fingers before tapping three times in quick succession. Jaskier smiled, feeling better for the check in. “Good boy.”

Dandelion’s cheeks flushed a deeper red at the praise, and he tilted his head to press a kiss on Jaskier’s thigh, nipping gently. Jaskier closed his eyes, he could feel the beginnings of his arousal, warmth flowing through his body. He swallowed and took a deep breath, willing himself to not get hard just yet. He wanted to get hard in Dandelion’s mouth. He guided the blond with his hands still gripped into his hair. “Suck.”

Dandelion didn’t need telling twice. He moaned and practically lunged for Jaskier’s cock, like a starved man at a banquet. Jaskier hissed as he was suddenly enveloped with a wet heat. He had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from moaning like a whore… Dandelion hadn’t earned the satisfaction of that, but the musician’s mouth was as talented as it was quick, and Jaskier quickly hardened under his attentions. He let out a shaky breath, fingers combing through Dandelion’s hair, allowing himself the luxury of fucking into the blond’s mouth. He almost regretted pulling Dandelion off his cock, but he really did want to fuck that pretty arse before the night was through and he wouldn’t last much longer.

Dandelion whined petulantly, pouting up at Jaskier through his long dark eyelashes. His face was beautifully flushed and his lips were red and swollen. Jaskier delighted in the slightly glazed over look in Dandelion’s eyes.

“On the bed, puppy,” Jaskier cooed “you’ve done ever so well for me.”

Dandelion scrambled onto the bed, the soft golden tail swaying with the movement. Jaskier stroked his fingers along Dandelion’s spine, eliciting a gorgeous breathy moan from him. Dandelion’s back was always sensitive, a fact that Jaskier loved to take advantage of. He took a moment to appreciate the radiant beauty of his lover. He was just stunning. It was no wonder that Jaskier had been drawn to him from their very first shift in the coffee shop. Not even Geralt could match Dandelion for looks, and Jaskier really did love his boyfriend more than anything.

His fingers danced along Dandelion’s back, feather light touches over the swell of his arse. He tilted his head with a smirk on his lips as he admired his lover. The butt plug was extravagant and stretched Dandelion’s hole so prettily that he was almost sad that he hadn’t been around to watch Dandelion prep himself. Luckily he had more than enough memories to imagine flawlessly the noises and gasps that his friend made when he had his own fingers shoved up his arse.

Jaskier stroked the tail, tugging gently but not enough to pull it out. “Such a pretty little puppy. All ready for me.”

Dandelion whined again, and wiggled his butt. It was tantalising and Jaskier could barely resist the temptation, but he knew Dandelion was in a vulnerable headspace and he couldn’t take him without asking. It was for his sake as much as Dandelion’s. “Are you still with me, puppy?” he asked, gently tracing patterns into the pale skin on Dandelion’s back.

Dandelion nodded. “Mhmm.”

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” Jaskier asked softly, never taking his hand from Dandelion. He needed to be touching him.  He needed to know Dandelion was there, needed Dandelion to feel him too.

Another nod from Dandelion and Jaskier let out the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. He pressed a kiss to Dandelion’s shoulder then swatted his arse. It wasn’t hard, it didn’t even leave a mark, but Dandelion still yelped, mostly from surprise. “You’re such a good boy,” Jaskier soothed, his hands running throw the golden tail once again. This time he pulled it out. Dandelion’s keened and arched his back, fingers gripping into the bed sheets. His hole was slick from the lube he’d used to push the plug in but Jaskier still grabbed the bottle to be safe. He quickly coated his hand, stroking himself to cover his cock before lining himself up, ready to finally take this beautiful creature.

Dandelion’s wanton moans were utterly sinful as Jaskier pushed in. He thrust in slowly, getting deeper with every push, his hands gripping at Dandelion’s hips. Dandelion’s tried to push back but Jaskier kept him steady. “Stay still, puppy,” he warned, barely managing to keep his voice calm.

Dandelion felt like heaven, clenching around Jaskier’s cock so that he was on edge within minutes. His thrusts grew erratic and he shifted, trying to find the right angle that would make Dandelion sing. He knew when he found it because Dandelion keened pitifully and he almost collapsed onto the bed. Jaskier grunted and wrapped his arm around Dandelion waist, gripping his cock and jerking him off in time to his thrusts. Normally he’d insist that Dandelion cum untouched when they played like this but he did feel bad that his friend had fallen asleep whilst waiting for him, he would be rewarded for his patience.

Dandelion was crying wordlessly, a stream of nonsense falling from his lips as he came, spilling over Jaskier’s hands and clenching around his cock. Jaskier’s eyes rolled back and he moaned, thrusting deep into Dandelion as he came. He gasped, collapsing on top of Dandelion as they tumbled onto the mattress. Jaskier felt like he could lie there for days, but he needed to make sure Dandelion was ok.

He groaned and rolled over onto the mattress, fingers trailing along Dandelion’s forearm. “Sweetheart?”

“Hmm….”

Jaskier rolled onto his front and kissed Dandelion’s shoulder. “Puppy, I’m just going to get some water for you and then we’ll get you cleaned up, alright?”

Dandelion said something, muffled by the mattress. Jaskier rolled his eyes and slunk off to get supplies. He tossed Dandelion a fond smile over his shoulder as he left the room. He might even let Dandelion cuddle him tonight, a rarity after this sort of play, but he was feeling a little needy himself and he could do with having his darling wrapped up in his arms.

[kneamet]

A 16-year-old reader is kidnapped by Jonathan Pine from school. He tells her that she will be trapped in his room until she is of age. Then they'll get married. Until then, she will fall in love with him. She says no one is going to marry the missing girl. Jonathan then takes out the false passport he has prepared for her.

Trigger Warning: obsession, yandere

Word Count: 1438

Character: Jonathan Pine/reader

Summary: you are 16 years old and you live a normal life, completely unaware of the adult person who is obsessed with you

POV Your

"Bye, F/N!" you shouted goodbye to your beloved friend, smiling, but slightly stooping because of the heavy backpack.

In response, the guy just waved at you with his left hand from the black car driven by his mother and closed the tinted window, still smiling a toothy smile.

You grinned at yourself. He was so sweet. So charming that it was impossible not to smile. Turning on the white envelopes in the opposite direction from the car that only recently left, you went to fill your home.

You sighed. Today was a tough day. Probably one of the heaviest that only exist. You were already very tired from yesterday, and today there were two tests on subjects that you don't understand.

Feeling very tired, you could barely move your legs. But you'll have to go, because your parents can't pick you up, because they work, and it's a long way to go home. And why are others being taken away? That's fair! Where is the justice?

You looked around quickly. Now you were on the street where the houses were built right next to each other. You used to come here a lot, and it was very surprising not to see Mrs. Fryer, who was usually smoking on the balcony of her rented house at this time.

But surprisingly, she wasn't there. Where could this old lady have gone? After all, she almost never leaves the house, taking care only of her pets. Or maybe she's looking for new tenants?

You chuckled slightly and turned your gaze to the other street. Here in this house lived a crazy old man who liked to talk about UFOs, aliens and all that. And how did they not take him to the madhouse yet? Oh, yes, he also liked to run in the street in his underpants.

When this happened, you just rolled your eyes and said hello, just passed on. Nothing to disturb a sick person with. Although, to be honest, he was a good conversationalist.

You smiled again, lowering your head down and looking at the sidewalk, which was very wet. I didn't really want to think about my neighbors on the street. Suddenly, F/N took over your thoughts. You couldn't help but smile again.

F/N. Your friend. Best friend. Probably one of the best people there is. It's just unbearably interesting. You can talk to him about everything: about the books you read together, about the movies or TV shows you watched, even about clothes!

And yet sometimes you didn't understand why he chose to be friends with you right from the very beginning of school. After all, in fact, you were no different. Well, maybe I just thought a little differently from your classmates, but basically...

Before you could finish the thought, you suddenly felt something clamped over your mouth. It felt like it was a rag. However, what was that tart and ugly smell?

Suddenly, you felt like your body was wrapped in someone's big arms and someone's adult body was pressed against you. Judging by the reliefs, it's male.

Your eyes widened and you tried to break free from the grip of your hands and tried not to breathe. However, you couldn't do that either, so you had to inhale the suffocating smell, accepting the inevitable.

"We'll get along, my sweet Juliet," a quiet, calm baritone murmured in the back of his mind.

***

It was nice to wake up. At least, that's what you thought, since the bed was very comfortable and soft. It was even bliss. Yawning, you rolled onto your side. However, since when is your bed so soft?

"You're finally awake, my sweet Juliet," came a familiar yet frightening voice from your right, and you opened your sleepy eyes in horror, feeling your pulse quicken and your breathing become faster and faster. "I've been waiting for you to open your cute eyes."

A silent cry escaped from your mouth and you tried to get up, crawling on the bed to the left side. However, it didn't save you. Your eyes only widened further when your sleep-soaked eyes were soaked and you could see normally again.

In front of you, sitting straight on a chair, with a straight posture and not even a bit of a slouch, was a very handsome man. His blue eyes, in a soft interest and, you unfortunately did not understand what it was for the feeling, looked at you, accompanying your every movement. His thin lips were slightly parted, but no teeth were visible. His hair was in order, but only slightly tangled in some places. He was wearing a blue flannel shirt with very small patterns and dark brown trousers.

The man, smiling, only moved closer to you. Despite the fact that he was very handsome, he is also scared of you. What were you doing here anyway?

Was he a murderer? Or worse, a rapist?! No! No, no, no! You're not even eighteen yet!

Something must be done. Urgently. I didn't really want to be alone with this man. No, if he'd been younger and hadn't kidnapped you, he might have been your mate, but that's not how life works.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?" you screamed, feeling your heart beat very fast. You could feel your hands sweating from the experience of the unknown. What if this man kills you? Or worse, rape her and then kill her?

"I'm Jonathan Pine, my sweet Juliet, nice to meet you," he said, nodding his head and still smiling creepishly, and perhaps even a little prettily, creepishly.

That didn't suit you. I needed answers. Better yet, you needed something heavy. Something that can hit or knock a person out.

Your eyes darted around the room. It was simple, but for some reason you didn't notice the window. Are you in the basement? But then why is the room so well furnished, even if it is simple? The usual white bed, made up, on which you were now lying, a wardrobe and a TV opposite, and also a small shelf with books and CDs. TV shows? Perhaps, at least some plus.

"You won't find anything here that can help you escape," you were puzzled... Jonathan? Yes, Jonathan. You turned your head to look at him, and when he saw that he had your attention again, he said: : "So you'll stay in this room until you're of age, and then we'll get married!" with a happy intonation, he exclaimed, smiling. Do you have any idea how happy we'll be when you fall in love with me?"

***

POV Jonathan

She was here. She was right in front of him. His sweetheart. His angel. His beautiful Juliet. She was so sweet in her confusion and innocence. So cute and disheveled.

Jonathan was deeply attracted to her, though at first he didn't understand how it was possible. Why did he fall in love with a teenager? Why this particular girl who was now looking at him so innocently?

Why couldn't he find a girl who looked like Sophie? Why couldn't he find a girl that would be similar to the jet? But no, the agent managed to fall in love with a teenager.

He liked the look of her: soft, he was sure of it, hair that was a little messy, beautiful eyes that you could drown in, and of course a beautiful body. A body that speaks of what a Goddess she is in her soul. The most beautiful body.

Surprisingly, he had never felt this way about Sophie. That yes. He did not particularly like her body, because it was no longer clean, but had been defiled by another man, a man who should not even walk on the ground.

And here's his sweet Juliet... No, it was completely different. Her body was pure, innocent, and beautiful. The most beautiful body that can exist.

"Are you crazy? Here, answer me honestly? Are you sure you're sane?" Juliet exclaimed, and he winced. He loved her screams, because he didn't understand their meaning. Why yell if you can calmly clarify the situation? "Who will marry the missing girl?" as if mocking him, Juliet confirms, looking at him with wide and frightened eyes, and snapping like a lion in a cage.

"Juliet, you're going too far, don't shout..."

"Stop calling me that fucking nickname, you fucking freak!" his Juliet screamed again, to which he only sighed and grabbed the documents lying on the next chair, which his beloved would use, and opened them, turning them to face her.

"My dear Juliet, please, really, don't. It's not worth it..."

[ja3minz]

enchanting.

rated m.

dom!fem!reader x sub!haechan.

warnings: mommy kink, praise kink, light bondage, light degradation, crying, overstim, choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex.

donghyuck was such a whiny boy.

you loved it, you couldn’t lie. you loved how high strung he was under your touch, you loved how every little kiss made him whimper and beg for more.

he was so adorable.

donghyuck was breathless, chest heaving up and down as you rolled your hips against his. he had been achingly hard for a while now and your wet core pressed right up against his shaft wasn’t doing him any favors.

“please…please, y/n.”

“ah, that’s not my name. you know better, pretty baby.” you ran your nails across the honeyed skin of his jawline, the simple gesture making him shiver.

“nngh, m-mommy! mommy! please. pretty, pretty please. i’ve been so good for you all night.”

you hummed in response, mulling over your options. either keeping him here like this, stringing him along until he was absolutely and truly spent; or giving the boy mercy and letting him have what he so desperately wanted.

“use me, mommy. use my pathetic cock. use me like a toy.” donghyuck babbled, tears clinging to the corners of his doll-like eyes. he struggled a little against the silk ribbons that were tying his hands above his head and you could see he was trying so desperately not to thrust upwards into you.

you cooed at him, lifting your hips off of him to get a better look at your prize. “oh, look at my baby. my sweet little angel, so desperate to cum.” you said with a small, teasing pout, fingertips running down the expanse of his bare chest until they got to his cock, rested prettily against his tummy.

donghyuck inhaled sharply at the sudden touch, thrashing around when your soft hand encased around him. you had barely moved, stroking him slowly but after hours of teasing everything felt heightened to him.

you squeezed his length once and he just about jumped out of his skin, back arching off the bed.

“mommy..! o-oh god, mommy...mommy it’s so much...just wanna cum. i’ll do anything! please let me cum.”

he had been reduced to tears now, a few of them coming tumbling down his rosy cheeks while he fell limp onto the pillow underneath him. you cooed at him again, using your other hand to wipe his tears away. “my baby boy...you want it so bad, don’t you?”

donghyuck nuzzled against your hand for a moment before nodding tiredly, his doe eyes effectively sending shockwaves through your heart. “please…it aches so bad, mommy. i’m sorry for b-being such a brat to you, i’ll be good now.” he begged softly, pressing soft kisses against your palm.

when he looked at you like that, how could you not take pity on him?

“okay, my baby. mommy will give you what you want.” you hovered above his cock, it still in your hand as you began to aim it towards your sopping wet entrance.

“mommy’s gonna use your pretty little cock to get herself off and if you’re good enough for me then i’ll let you cum inside me. okay?”

that sounded like heaven to donghyuck.

cumming inside you was a delicacy he very seldom got due to his inherent brattiness, and he cherished it every time he did. there was nothing like the feeling of your white hot walls squeezing tightly around him, and the feeling of stuffing you full of his cum. the noises you would make that made his chest puff with pride knowing that he was fulfilling his duty of being your plaything.

he couldn’t wait.

“yes! yes, yes! thank you so much, mommy! thank you, i promise i‘ll never be bad again!”

he let out a sharp gasp when the tip of his cock had entered her, letting out a fluttering sigh that made you giggle. oh, how you loved the control you had over him.

“that’s my good boy. filling mommy up so well.” you moaned as you slowly sank down onto his cock until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

his toes curled and he cried out for you as you began to set your unrelenting rhythm, bouncing up and down on his cock. the view was breathtaking, your tits bouncing up and down and the sight of you swallowing his cock like that was enough to make him cum right there.

you were just so beautiful. it made his heart soar.

“m-mommy’s so pretty...s-so pretty. wanna be mommy’s toy forever.” he babbled on, eyes falling shut as he tried hard to focus on not cumming. “love...love it when mommy u-uses my cock. it feels so- ah! so good!”

you hummed in response, tossing your head back before letting out a melodic moan. “yeah? you like being mommy’s favorite little fuck toy?” your hand traveled towards his neck, wrapping your fingers around it and squeezing. “you look at mommy when she speaks, baby boy.”

his eyes shot open and he let out the cutest little moan, one that made you smile slowly. he began to struggle against his binds again, his cock twitching inside of you. “i love it! i love it, i...nngh. i w-wanna cum, mommy.” he huffed.

donghyuck wanted to wait. he wanted to wait and prove he could be good but he couldn’t. it was too much for him. he couldn’t wait any longer.

“i wanna fill mommy’s pretty pussy up...please...please, i wanna...ah! mm! c-cant hold it!”

his eyebrows furrowed, hands balling into fists. his whole body tensed, he was using everything in his power not to cum until you told him to.

he was losing the battle fast, though.

you watched him nearly fall apart with an adoring smile, licking your lips before leaning down to capture his lips in a deep kiss. as you were doing this, you released your grip on his throat to reach up and undo his binds.

you wanted him to touch you.

his hands instantly found themselves on your sides, squeezing them tightly before wrapping his arms around you completely. it was just so darling how he always wanted to hold you during sex.

such a clingy baby. you mused to yourself.

you began to roll your hips against his, moaning into his mouth as you did.

donghyuck was so loud, it was almost comical. even with your lips against his, he was openly moaning whorishly; still babbling on and on about how much he wanted to cum. begging her to let him cum.

he was just so close.

you pulled away just enough so that your noses were touching, hot breath fanning over each other’s faces. your lidded eyes kept contact, and then you finally said those magic words.

“cum with me, baby boy.”

donghyuck’s hips lifted, and he began to pound upwards into you like a man possessed by pleasure, mouth falling open to let out a final scream of your name as his orgasm came rushing over him like a waterfall.

he came hard, so hard he saw black spots dotting his vision before fireworks exploding behind his eyelids. donghyuck fell back onto the bed with his fingernails digging in the skin of your hips as he filled you up to the brim with his cum.

you came not too far after him, the simple sight of him losing it underneath you sending you over the edge. you came with a loud moan, eyes rolling upwards as the warm rush of cum filling you overtook your body.

it was absolutely incredible.

donghyuck went limp underneath her as his orgasm rode out in waves, the aftershocks sending shivers down his spine. “thank you…thank you so much, mommy…you’re so good to me.” he responded airily, an angelic glow surrounding him.

goodness, he was pretty. brown hair a mop on his head and full lips swollen from all of the kissing and lip biting. stray tears still escaped from his eyes, falling down his cheeks that were tinted the loveliest shade of pink.

what artwork he was.

you giggled softly, rolling your hips twice more to tease just a bit before pressing some chaste kisses across his jawline. “my sweet boy, you did so well.” you whispered, causing him to grin in response.

his chest bloomed at your compliments, your dreamy voice lulling him to sleep.

donghyuck didn’t let go of you the entire night.