#or watching him snooze off at a very important event he is like ALWAYS taken aback

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Honestly I'm kind of obsessed w Peppino and Pepperman's dynamic and how it manages to be even fucking gayer than an actual romantic relationship. Like the sheer adoration and admiration and obsession like holy shit 🫣 makes me a lil insane.

vvv Me every single time someone comes into my inbox telling me how much they like their dynamic vvv

It is just so fun to write them this way. I wouldnt say i ship them (i really do like Just pep/stavo when my brain defaults to peppino while im bored and idle) but like w any kind of relationship and/or dynamic it is just fun to make them a lil gay for each other. Every friend ive been with is like that a little bit like haha bro ur so funny say that again hey did u know ur smile is so nice and it lights ur whole face up? Just sayin bro didnt mean to interrupt ur joke just wanted to get that out 😊💖

[tainted-wine]

The Spring Bird Survival Guide

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

(So many of you have asked for a part two of my rutting Hawks fic. I gave in! I have no idea how this holds up compared to the first, but I hope you enjoy!)

Read Part 1 if you haven’t! This takes place directly after those events!

Words: 10k (WHOOPS)

Warnings: None, except for an absurd amount of scene transitions that hopefully don’t get too confusing.

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Tuesday

The chorus of songbirds can be heard right outside of Hawks’s window, their small shapes dashing past and making the peeking sunlight flicker across the bedroom. It sounds like it’s gonna be a beautiful day. He’d be elated, if he wasn’t feeling so ill already.

The fever and itch were coming back, like a hot rash that he couldn’t scratch because it was inside of him. He was really hoping to never feel such a hellish sensation ever again.

He slowly peeled the thick sheets off, making sure not to disturb his bedmate as he sat up. There’s no way the quirk’s effects were returning, is there? Last night, the feeling had only gotten weaker with every passing hour. Now it has returned, not in full force, but once again difficult to ignore. He peered over his shoulder to check on his guest.

You were still sound asleep, worn body supported by pillows all over as if you were in danger of falling apart. While Hawks was healing that night, your aches had only gotten worse. He at least managed to convince you that you were in no condition to drive back home and the safer choice was to stay at his place. You were still wearing the clothes he gave you, while he himself donned only a cozy pair of pants. Such a shame that you didn’t take kindly to his request to sleep nude together. Seriously, what was even the issue? He’s already seen every inch of your body, and in every angle possible.

Every hot, sweaty, mouthwatering angle possible.

The internal fire suddenly rushed to his groin, making him slap a hand over his mouth to muffle a groan. He shouldn’t be around you in this state; might as well get up early and prepare for work.

The moment he was on his feet and stretching, a buzz was heard on the nightstand. Your phone vibrated against the smooth wood as it lit up and revealed the caller’s name.

Ah, the good ol’ deputy.

What that nagging old man wanted was between him and you. It wasn’t Hawks’s right to force himself between whatever matters the two of you had to discuss.

Those facts aren’t going to stop his nosy ass, however.

The phone was snatched from the stand without a second thought, the hero walking out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible before answering. “Mornin’, sir,” Hawks greeted. You were the only ‘superior’ he could toy with; any unruly behavior around the actual important people came with a high risk of punishment. Taking his frustrations out on you has been a blast, but after the bind you freed him from yesterday…

“Hawks? May I ask what you’re doing with your handler’s phone?” The deputy questioned.

‘I completely wrecked her last night. The poor lady didn’t survive.’ He considered the joke for a second, but decided that the stuffy bastard wouldn’t appreciate it. “She’s still snoozing. Yesterday was pretty rough on her. I think she deserves a little slack.”

“That’s not for you to decide,” he said sternly, like he was offended that Hawks dared to make a suggestion. Hell, he probably was. “Well, since you’re here, I suppose I can ask you directly. How are you feeling? Has the quirk worn off?”

His wings flapped and fanned himself. “Oh, so much better, sir! You guys have the best solutions to everything, don’t you? Never doubted you for a second.” Truthfully, if his moral compass was more stable, he’d say that offering an unsuspecting woman to him like some maiden sacrifice was just a little twisted. He can’t help but wonder if he would have refused if he was thinking straight at the time.

“Very good. So you are not feeling any lingering effects? Do your usual rutting symptoms feel stronger at all?”

“Eh…” Hawks hesitated. Should he bother trying to hide it? If there’s anything he’s learned from his mentally taxing undercover work, it’s that half-truths are often the best answer. “Feels like it’s still floating around in me, but nothing to worry about. It won’t be getting in the way of my work.”

“That’s great to hear. We don’t want you hurting your image with any more of your brutish displays in public. Please keep those special traits to yourself.”

That made his lip twitch. It really shouldn’t bother him. The Commission has always expressed their distaste for his more animalistic habits, but fuck, would it kill them to at least show some pity when it’s his very own instincts that are causing his suffering? “You got it, sir.” His calm response didn’t betray his irritation.

“And if you do start having issues, then I recommend that you turn to your handler again. In fact, I was calling to inform her that we have found a more competent individual to replace her.”

Oh. That’s…ouch.

“Really? I kinda like her,” Hawks admitted. It’s pretty awkward to be discussing your possible termination on your phone during a call that was meant for you.

The deputy gave a dry laugh. “Of course you do. She has absolute zero control over you. I was hoping you were mature and disciplined enough to not take advantage of her inexperience, but I suppose I was expecting too much of you.”

Yeah, he kinda was, honestly. No argument there. “So sorry, sir. I won’t let it happen again.” Maybe.

“You better make sure of it. As I was saying, we’ll keep her around in case you are in need of more relief. Once your hormones have stabilized, I will give her the news and you will be rid of her.”

Hawks actually snorted from just how fucked up that plan was.

The cruel man ignored the sound and went on. “Can I trust you to stay quiet about this? I’d rather not have to deal with any constant badgering for however long this goes on.”

‘Totally! There’s no need for her to know that she’s only being kept around to be my fucktoy and then get fired immediately afterwards.’ Man, what an organization that he works for. Too bad they have him whipped and incapable of defying them. “Your secret’s safe with me, sir.”

“Good. Well, this call didn’t go as planned, but it was satisfying enough. I’m expecting you to remain in top condition during your duties. Do not disappoint us.” He hung up without waiting for Hawks’s response.

The winged man didn’t even notice the perspiration quickly coating his body until the phone nearly slipped out of his slick hands. As he returned to his room and placed your device back where it was, he couldn’t help but watch your sleeping form.

You were always cute, he’s not gonna lie about that. Finding new ways to embarrass you on the job became a new type of thrill for him. Your blushful glares never got old.

But he never thought that he’d see you like this, or the state that you were in yesterday. His mind was barely there as he was shrouded in that prankster of a villain’s quirk, but he could still feel you all over his extra sensitive feathers. He was practically drowning in you at the time.

The smell of your arousal. The taste of the glaze on your pussy. The sweet songs of pleasure. The look of overwhelming bliss on your face.

Your soft skin, and your hot wet opening that he wanted to invade over and over again…

“Keigo?”

He doesn’t know when you woke up, or when the hell he crawled into the bed with his face so close to yours that he could feel your breath. “Uh…”

“Are you alright? You’re looking feverish again. And…” You looked down in concern, and Hawks followed your gaze to see the full erection that totally snuck up on him.

“Whoa! Sorry about that! Little guy doesn’t know when to quit.” Hawks scooted away, trying and failing to hide the tent in his pants.

You attempted to sit up, only to wince and settle back down. “Dammit, I can’t believe how much I’m hurting from yesterday. This is embarrassing.” You groaned and snuggled up to the many pillows.

He couldn’t resist planting a kiss on your forehead, ignoring how the brief contact made his hardness twitch. “Sorry, angel. Really wish I wasn’t such an animal back there. Just stay still; I’ll get you some fresh water for your painkillers.”

You look like you wanted to say something, but decided on closing your eyes and trying to relax instead. “Thanks.”

He was already rushing out of the room, heading into the kitchen to fill the empty glass while considering dowsing himself in the cold tap water.

Why, why the fuck was it coming back? Just looking at you was making his vision foggy again. It can’t be his rut; it never made him this excited before. He didn’t have the courage to return to the bed, alternatively placing the cup onto a hardened feather and floating it back to you. He stayed where he was, leaning against the sink and wiping at his face. The heat remained at a manageable level as long as he kept his distance from you, but he wanted to stay close. He had to stay close and protect the woman he was now mated to.

Wait, what?

“Keigo?” He heard you call out and was pulled from his confusing thoughts. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Hawks gave a laugh that didn’t sound all that convincing to his own ears. “Bad news, babe. I think I’m still a horny bird,” he confessed.

There was a pause. Maybe you had taken a sip. “I don’t know if they told you, but when the deputy explained your…situation, he said that the symptoms of your rut will probably be amplified until it’s over.”

Ah, the old man did mention that over the phone. He only had about a week of his yearly phase left, but if this all means intensified aggression and arousal, not to mention the attachment to the lady he just banged for several hours…

This was going to be a very difficult week.

“Babe?” He said just loud enough for you to hear.

“Yes?”

“…I really fucked up by not taking my meds, didn’t I?”

He didn’t exactly hear your sigh, but it was still felt through his wings. “I’m afraid you did.”

Yeah, this was all his fault. This bullshit would only be half as painful if he was still taking his stupid hormone medication like he has been for years. Not only do these unrestrained imbalances feel foreign to his body, but Libido’s quirk practically put them on steroids.

The medicine’s side effects don’t sound all that bad anymore.

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Hawks had already eaten a slice of leftover pizza by the time you finally mustered up the strength to get up. The feel of your entire lower body cramping made you whimper and stumble.

He was already scrambling back in to catch you and hold you up, his high body temperature startling you. “Thank you,” you said wearily.

He froze for a second before jumping back, the sudden loss of support almost making you fall anyway. He wordlessly strutted over to his wardrobe, withdrawing a fresh pair of underwear. 

You looked away when the pants were pulled down and his hardness sprang free. He’s not just going to ignore that, is he?

“Keigo, do you need to…do this…again?” You asked, tuning out the throb of your muscles.

He chuckled as he began to dress himself . “You are not up for more sex, baby. Don’t even act like it when you can barely stand.”

You huffed. “You’re getting really hot again and you shouldn’t go out feeling like th—”

“Nope.” His boner is covered again, somewhat. He stares at the obvious protrusion before shrugging and retrieving his hero outfit.

Even with your aches, you had the grit to push on. “As long as you go slow, I can probably handle it.”

“Mmmm, can’t promise that,” he murmured while momentarily detaching his wings in order to squeeze into his tight black shirt. “The second I’m inside you, I might lose control and shatter your pelvis.”

That’s horrifying, but… “I trust you.”

“I don’t trust me.”

“Keigo…”

“And don’t get too attached to that name, dove. Can’t have it slipping out in public.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I’m not stupid.”

“Could’ve fooled me, since you’ve offered me your tender pussy twice already. Do you want me to pound you into mush?”

“Language, Hawks!” You strictly reminded him, undeterred by your wobbly legs as you tried to remind him who was in charge.

Hawks shot you a look, his face crinkled into furrowed eyebrows and a crooked grin, a look that screamed ‘Seriously?’

“Listen, ma’am, wood happens. I’ve dealt with it plenty of times like any other guy, so I’m telling you that I don’t need to bang to get rid of this.” He pulled up his tan loose pants, the bulge not as obvious, but still visible. “But if you really insist on ordering me to fuck you silly, be my guest.”

You weren’t exactly going to do that, it’s just that Hawks was acting so unfazed by his strong arousal, but his body was very clearly telling a different story. His breathing was heavier than necessary, and every time after he made eye contact with you, it’s like he had to spend a minute to compose himself. However, if he’s confident that he can endure…

“Fine,” you sighed, watching him suit up with more interest than you cared to admit. You hobbled on out and into the kitchen.

“Need help, granny?” You heard him offer. “I can fly you to your place if your legs still aren’t working.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled in annoyance at both him and your uncooperative limbs. The fridge was yanked open and you frowned at its contents. The pizza and chicken wings were the only real food he had, the rest being sugary snacks or microwave meals. Looks like ‘keeping a healthy diet’ will have to be added to your Hawks Maintenance list.

The flaps of wings were heard behind you as Hawks headed for the door, fully geared up and ready for hero work. “Welp, you’re a big girl that can handle yourself. Drive safely, babe. Can’t wait to hear what you have to nag me about at the office.”

“Hmph,” you gave a smirk of your own when you turned away from the humming microwave. “Probably about the next mistake you make for all of the internet to see.”

He waved dismissively and opened the door, the morning sun illuminating him with an enchanting glow. “Come on, have some faith in me. I’ll be careful.”

Crimson wings spread as he steps outside, but the door closes before you can watch him take off.

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Buzzfood.com

HAWKS SPORTS STIFFY ON THE JOB

Written by Yuki Burushito

Now, I know that I’ve been posting enough Hawks-related articles to last a year, but can you blame me with all the weird behavior he’s been exhibiting this month? You probably think that I have a boner for the guy, but let me tell you this: one of us has a boner, and it isn’t me.

Everyone’s favorite hawk was hiding a woodpecker in his pants today. The best part is that it apparently lasted hours, given that it was mentioned in several incidents throughout the day, but the clearest example was when he subdued a mugger at noon, which was filmed by a bystander and is already making the rounds across the web.

Yet another extreme apprehension from Hawks—though it doesn’t top the beating he gave to that frisky peacock—I sure didn’t expect the fast-working hero to swoop down on a fleeing thief and slam him into the ground. I’m certain that a few feathers would have done the job just fine. When the pinned mugger felt Hawks Jr. poking at his back, he lifted his busted face off the ground and screamed, “Is this shit turning you on?!”

While everyone is currently having a field day with that meme-able clip, the answer is most likely no. Hawks was hard before the mugging occurred. Since I’ll probably be writing about him again by...I don’t know, tomorrow, I’ll cut to the chase. You have probably heard the theories that Hawks is experiencing some sort of rut. 

Well, it’s time for me to come out and say that I fully support those theories. “But Mr. Burushito!” I hear you say. “If this is something as regular as a rut, how come he’s never acted this wild before?” My answer to that is: I have no idea. He’s still a rather young man; maybe whatever sexual cycles his body possesses have only started appearing recently.

Honestly, you can never be sure with mutant types. Their bodies never make any damn sense.

“I take offense to that last sentence.”

You didn’t react to Hawks’s comment as you both read the article on your phones. After seeing multiple images of ‘Hard Hawks’, as he’s been nicknamed, taken by several random civilians and shared on their social media accounts, you knew it was only a matter of time before these petty news sites decided to take a bite out of the fresh meat.

Maybe this was your fault for trusting the hormonal bird that was currently seated in front of you while you stood across his desk. The only reason you aren’t scolding him right now is because he already looks so damn miserable. He had removed his protective headphones and visor right after finishing his patrols. A desk fan was turned to its highest setting, blowing directly into the hero’s sweaty face as he tried his hardest to focus on the small screen in his hands. He hasn’t looked at you since you’ve entered the office, but distressed or not, there was a certain matter you had to discuss.

“The deputy apparently called me this morning,” you started, ready to see how he reacts.

You notice him tense for just a second as he continues to scroll through whatever it is he’s looking at.

“It says that I had taken the call, but I sure don’t remember that. What I do remember is that you were awake before me.” Your hands were on your hips, waiting for Hawks to answer to your unspoken accusation. “Well?”

He still stared down at his phone, but it didn’t seem like he was actually looking at anything, his mind elsewhere. “Yeah yeah, I talked to him,” he admitted groggily.

You’re more angered by the fact that the deputy never bothered to call you back, leaving you in the dark from whatever he and Hawks had discussed. “So, what did you two talk about? You know, during my call that was meant for me?”

Hawks finally laid his glassy eyes on you. The energy surrounding him was drastically different from this morning and it made you just a tad anxious. Your body truly didn’t feel up to it when you offered him more sex this morning, but you knew it would be better than him reverting to another delirious state. “In a nutshell, he wants us to keep fucking until I’m better.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What? He didn’t think it was important to tell me about this?”

He leaned far back into his chair and smiled, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. “Guess not. But hey, you’re doing your job anyway, already serving yourself to me the minute you see a hard-on.”

You glared, considering storming out of the room and calling that asshole immediately. “I don’t appreciate him expecting me to be your personal whore.”

“I know, I know. He’s a real douche, isn’t he? How about we both blow off some steam?” He was already scooting out of his chair and making his way around the desk. “I’m just making one mistake after another. Shoulda just said yes to you this morning. Never pays to be a nice guy, does it?” His voice was sounding rougher with each word, like his throat was changing into a sandpaper tube as he stopped right in front of you.

You trembled, making the mistake of looking down and spotting the erection that was very much still present.

For the sake of your still-burning body, you might need some time to mentally prepare for this. “Alright…but before we leave, just let me—”

“Leave?” Two hands clasped onto your shoulders hard, holding you in place. The raptorial eyes held yours captive, stirring up a heat within you despite your unease. “We’re doing this right here, right now.”

“Wha-I-but-” Your stutters were ignored as he turned you to the desk and bent you over, your back muscles screaming in protest. All of his weight was pressing into you, his deprived cock pushing against your ass.

“And everyone’s already left for tonight, so it’s just you and me.” He’s eagerly yanking your pants down then does the same for his own. 

His fingers wasted no time in groping your sex, the swipes against your folds triggering a steady flow of slick arousal. There should be no one else in the building at this time, but your paranoia still makes you clap a hand over your mouth as you gasp from his sinful touches.

“Mmm, already getting wet for me?” He cooed behind you, his breath feeling like heat emanating from an open flame. “My brave little hen, willing to take as many poundings as she can.”

That’s a pet name you haven’t heard before. Teeth scrape across the space between your neck and shoulder while the head of his cock lubricates itself along your fleshy petals. When he pierces you with a strong jab of his hips, the light nips on your skin become a full-on bite, muffling his own cry. For you, however, the sharp sensation of being filled so suddenly combined with the pain of his teeth pinching into the crook of your neck had you wailing through your hand.

He was already setting a quick pace, giving your bitten area a few apologetic licks before leaning back to properly grip your hips and plow you. Your entire body was rocked forward with each impact, the harsh stroking of your inner walls bringing forth a raw pleasure that you admittedly missed.

But that wasn’t enough to ignore the resurging aches all over you. Your sensitive ass cheeks have become very familiar with slapping against his abdomen, every pleasurable collision also shooting pain up your lower back, and his probing dick was showing no mercy to your delicate insides.

“Haw—ah, Hawks! You need…you need to slow down!” You quavered.

The only response was a series of savage pants and growls as his violent movements continued, informing you that all of his sense and reasoning has disappeared once again. You remember the warning he gave you this morning, and fear that his quip about breaking your pelvis may have been more than just a joke.

You try to twist yourself just enough to see his face and speak to him more directly, but a hand on your back shoves you hard onto the desk, leaving your breasts and belly to scrape against the wooden surface. At least you weren’t fully stripped for this.

How the hell did this happen so fast? He was speaking just a minute ago! Do the after-effects of Libido’s quirk ruin Hawks’s mind that quickly the second his dick touches a pussy?

A moan was being ripped from your throat with every thrust as he upped the speed and force. He was showing no signs of stopping, and your thighs were beginning to cramp. The mixture of colorful pleasure and throbbing pains was making every inch of you shake. His fierce sounds were becoming distant—even with your legs on the verge of giving out and your back muscles crying, you welcomed the fog of bliss that was ready to carry you away.

Your poor legs finally crumpled like frail sticks, only for the frustrated animal behind you to lift your hips up until your entire body was on the desk, arms now dangling over the edge. There was only enough time to reposition your numbed limbs into a low doggy position before Hawks was climbing onto the desk himself, crouching over you and wasting no time in continuing his pummeling.

“Haw…ah…nngh…” Your feeble attempt to speak was quickly squandered. The new angle allowed him to easily strike your more sensitive spots, making your moans even louder. The desk jolted with each powerful jerk of his hips, the feral hero’s wings extending and flapping in sync with his thrusts, papers flying off the desk from the gusts of wind. Through all of the soreness and delightful trembles, you wondered what the current scene looked like to a spectator—the sight of this delirious bird beast, sounding a loud lustful tune of primal urges and carnal desires as he hysterically claimed you.

Your eyes roll back as the hot ripples in your core grow into pulsating waves, Hawks’s unwavering strokes prolonging the intoxicating climax as you quiver under him. You thought you heard a sound from the staggering desk—a snap—but your mind was too far gone at the moment to care.

Hawks tried desperately to keep pumping through your tightening walls, but your delicious grasp on him was draining his stamina. You were gripping the edge of his workspace for dear life, the orgasmic throbs still wracking your body as he rabbit fucked you, ready to fill your womb with the load that has been prepared since morning…

It all happened in slow motion...the sound of wood and metal breaking, the weightless feeling of falling...you had registered it all just a second too late. Your abused body dropped with the collapsing desk, Hawks’s weight crashing down on top of you while papers slowly floated toward the floor. Both of you laid there in agony, the chair somehow falling over and onto Hawks for added insult. A few groaned words revealed that the winged man was fully aware again.

“Augh, fuck…my balls.”

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Wednesday

“Here’s all of the completed paperwork, Hawks sir!”

Hawks beamed at the intern entering his office with a stack of papers. “Ah, thanks, Springer! You’re a real lifesaver, ya know that?”

The aspiring ‘Bouncing Hero’ hopped excitedly on his peculiar coiled legs as he handed over the documents. “Thank you, sir! I’m always here whenever I am needed.” He bowed respectfully. “Although, I just…forgive me for feeling the need to remind you, but please do not forget that I took this internship to do hero work, not to sort and fill papers.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” Hawks assured him, taking the cursed heap of papers. You were usually the one that he shoves all of his office-related tasks on, but whenever you were preoccupied, he would pass the burden onto a trainee that was too starry-eyed to acknowledge that they were being used. Yes, he feels a little bad, but his hatred of reading endless forms was too strong for him to care much. “I gotta test your patience and comprehension first, then I’ll be taking you out into the field with me. You’re doing great!” He bullshitted with a smile.

Springer perked up at the words. “Of course! I’ll keep doing my best!” His eyes kept drifting to the large empty space in the room. “Sir, what happened to your desk?”

Hawks looked over at the open spot, feigning surprise as if noticing it for the first time. “Oh, right. I banged my handler on it ’til it broke.”

“…”

“…”

The teen searched the man’s eyes for several long seconds, looking for something, before bursting into boisterous laughter. Hawks joined in with his own chuckles.

“You’re very funny, sir! But I don’t think she would appreciate such a joke. Whatever happened, I hope you get a replacement soon!” He bowed again before walking—well, more like skipping out of the room.

Hawks’s smile didn’t fade when he was alone again, wondering where to place the heavy stack in his hands.

Sometimes the truth makes for the best lie.

—————

Pleasing Hawks when he was a drooling horndog was a challenging test of endurance, but at least it was simple and straightforward. All you gotta do is let him mount you and brace yourself.

But that option was currently out of the question. Your entire body was just too damn stiff and sore, every single movement feeling like the impaired motions of an unoiled tinman. Nevertheless, you still needed to get rid of Hawks’s brand new boner.

So here you were, back at his bed and kneeling on the floor, shyly licking at the swollen rod in your hands. You weren’t the most experienced at this, paying close attention to his noises and responses that came with every action from your fingers and tongue. Hawks was watching your performance with an agitated glare, which was just a tad troubling and added extra pressure.

You licked the prominent vein on the underside of his dick, tracing it up to his bulging head before taking him into the hot cavern of your mouth. He groaned through painfully clenched teeth; he seemed to be enjoying it, yet it looked like his frustration was only growing.

Not yet deterred, you began to suck at him, head bobbing up and down while your hand jerked the extra inches that you couldn’t take in. Your other hand gently held and caressed his enlarged sack, heavy and full of cum that refused to be freed into your mouth. His cock was twitching wildly in your throat, so he has to be close, right? Ignoring the burning in your back and….everything else, honestly, you placed all of your focus on engulfing as much of him as you could, tongue swirling all around him until he inevitably gives in.

But a hand grabs your head and yanks you off of him with a wet surprised gasp.

“Stop…stop…it’s just getting worse.” He choked in a broken voice, staring down at the impossibly hard and red erection.

You wiped off the saliva that had run down your chin. “Why won’t you cum?”

His thighs trembled from all of the unreleased tension; you rubbed them to hopefully calm him just a bit. “Fuck, I…it’s like I can’t do it unless I’m…dammit!” The sudden beat of his angry wings spooked you.

You drew a deep breath. You really weren’t up for this, but leaving him in this state would be too cruel. Not to mention it was putting him in a very sour mood. Hoisting yourself onto the bed (with a few pained whimpers), you faced away from him and lowered your upper body to rest your arms, your ass raised and ready for him.

“You know, Keigo,” you started casually, as if you weren’t laid out in such a compromising position. “When I took this job, I imagined the countless situations I could possibly end up in. I was afraid I’d get caught in the middle of some villainous scheme, like a hostage situation. My silly fangirl side imagined going on dates with my favorite hero. The list of scenarios went on and on.”

The man behind you didn’t say anything, so you kept going. “And yet, ‘presenting myself to Hawks so that he can hump me senseless’ was not on that never-ending list.

He gave an awkward laugh, still sounding as if his throat was constricted. “You don’t have to, babe. I can…I dunno…”

“Just fuck me already.”

Hawks said no more and took hold of your rear. “I’ll try to take it slow. I’ll try.”

He tried and failed. Once he penetrated you, he completely lost himself again. By the time he was satisfied, every fiber of your being was dimmed and immobilized. He helped you get tucked into bed that night.

—————

Thursday

“Please, sir. I’m quite concerned for my health. This would be easier if he was away from the excitement of his work.”

After mulling it over, you had decided to be the one to reach out to the deputy, since he didn’t seem interested in calling you again anytime soon. Your original plan was to brave through the fury of Hawks’s dick until this damn rut ended, just like the deputy intended without your say in the matter.

But when you had to visit the doctor for your pains today, and you walked out with a fucking crutch under your arm, you realized this was all a bit much.

At the moment, you were trying to negotiate for letting Hawks take at least a day or two away from work. The deputy didn’t seem convinced. “Hawks once managed to keep working for an entire day with a broken wing and no visits to the hospital, and you mean to tell me that he should rest just because he has the hormonal urges of a teenager?” His snobbish ass questioned.

“This is—!” You inhaled sharply through your nose, catching yourself and lowering your voice. “This is much stronger than that, sir. Without getting into detail, I have withstood some back-breaking nights.” You consider telling him about your recent hospital visit, but the remaining shreds of your pride wouldn’t allow you to share that. Even you didn’t want to believe that Hawks has literally fucked you until you couldn’t walk.

You heard him snort in your ear. Ugh. “Doesn’t sound like anything a steady dose of painkillers can’t fix,” he dismissed.

You gave up making him understand your suffering and tried something else. “Sir, Hawks has faithfully served the Commission since he was a child. He has become one of the most accomplished heroes this generation has ever seen. His skills and dedication have done nothing but help the Commission become a more positive icon all over Japan. Don’t you think such a loyal and hard-working hero deserves at least one day off?”

“No.”

Well, shit. “…Alright, um, thank you for taking the time to hear me. I’ll get back to my duties.”

“Yes, that would be great,” he said listlessly before hanging up.

What an asshole.

—————

“What happened?”

Hawks’s words carry a dangerous tone when he sees you enter his office with the help of your walking aid. It makes you pause.

Going by the sharp yet troubled look in his eyes, you could tell that the tone wasn’t directed at you. ‘Did someone hurt you?’  That’s what he was really asking. His concern always warmed you. “Nothing, I just…” You hate reminding yourself that this even happened. “The pains were getting really bad.”

It takes a minute for those words to sink in, then his eyes widen in some sort of amazement. “Oh.” A flurry of feathers fly off of his wings and form a small floating cushion in front of you. “There, have a seat. Don’t want you hurting anymore than you already do.”

You eye the levitating seat before approaching and lowering yourself onto it. It was like a soft yet firm pillow, and you didn’t miss how the feathers seemed to all shiver, red barbs shaking rapidly as you adjusted your rump.

“Thank you,” you said while resting the crutch onto your lap. Once you were comfortable, you looked at the hero and the brand new furniture between the both of you. “I like your new desk.”

“Thanks. This one is pure steel, much more durable.” He winked.

You return it with a roll of your eyes. “Wonderful. Anyhow, I want to discuss a local hero event coming in two weeks. Your presence would do well to—” you noticed that he was snickering, lips pursed in a strained effort not to fully laugh. “Did I say something funny?”

He shook his head while short amused breaths still escaped him. “I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting and all, but…” He was cackling now, hunching over the desk as he struggled to explain. “I can’t believe I put you in crutches!”

Your face burned with both embarrassment and anger at how hilarious he found the situation. “Hawks…”

He coughed and noisily cleared his throat. “Sorry, I promise to keep it in my pants from now on.” A mischievous grin was plastered on his face. “I mean, I don’t wanna put you in a wheelchair next!”

With a wheeze and happily flailing wings, Hawks keeled over onto the desk with his face buried in his arms, the laughs muffled but still going strong. You just watch with a frown, listening to his mumbled joke about how ‘once you go hawk, you won’t be able to walk’.

What an asshole.

—————

Saturday

Hawks was definitely getting better. You could tell with each passing day, taking mental notes on how he was having an easier time holding your gaze, or how he was able to stay close to you without growing in his pants. Thank god, because your body was still recovering. Another round of wild sex will only cripple you further.

That’s why the incident currently being reviewed on television was filling you with dread. You sat in the main room of Hawks’s house, the house that you practically lived in for nearly a week, watching coverage of the recent attack at the Fukuoka City Mall. The footage of various species of birds flying into the shopping center and swarming the unsuspecting civilians was almost comical, the colorful animals squawking loudly as they snatched every shiny valuable in sight.

A man with the head of a macaw, apparently going by the villain name of Parakill, stood at the center of the chaos, chirping excitedly as his fowl goons showered him in jewels and baubles. His robbery was cut short when small red blurs whizzed into the scene, pinning the criminal onto the floor and chasing around the army of birds until they surrendered their stolen goods. You weren’t prepared for the deafening chorus of tweets and shrieks when the winged hero stepped into the camera’s line of sight.

The restrained villain was cawing and screeching angrily, most likely commanding his birds. You couldn’t see Hawks’s face clearly due to the distance and quality, but you could still make out the intimidating glare as his wings slowly spread out into their full span, each individual feather looking slightly sharpened. Any bird that made a move was quickly poked with a red quill, each and every one of them eventually staying in place while uttering quiet submissive peeps. Parakill’s look of rage slowly morphed into one of fear. Once the danger was surely dealt with, Hawks called for any lingering citizens to leave the area while he retrieved the villain.

You were still in awe as the news switched to another story. Some sort of dominance was asserted there. You weren’t sure how, but it definitely happened. The worrying part was that tapping into his primal instincts like that has probably riled him up. Christ, he’s probably rushing over right now to fuck you into the mattress again.

Only about thirty minutes had passed when you hear the twist of the doorknob and the front door opening. You stand in anxious anticipation. How disheveled and hungry is he going to look? Is he going to jump you on sight?

But the Hawks that walks in is…composed, his face free of tension and layers of sweat as he spots you and offers a friendly smile. “Sup.”

You’re too stunned to give anything more than a “Hey” as he walks past you and heads for his room.

It’s a miracle. No sexual excitement after such a tense encounter with not only a villain, but another male bird mutant? Was he truly getting that much better? There wasn’t enough certainty to approach him while he was changing, so you stayed on the couch and stared at the large screen until he chose to come out on his own.

You were still channel surfing by the time he was strutting over in his loose and comfy clothes, plopping down onto the couch with a wing outstretched and tucking itself behind your back. You gulped—not sure what he had planned for you.

“Relax. You’re acting like I’m gonna eat you,” he teased, watching you flip through the TV’s guide.

“You’re not? I can’t be too sure after what happened today.” You turned to him, watching his keen golden eyes shift and meet yours. The gaze wasn’t glassy. It wasn’t predatory. “You really feel alright?”

“Haven’t felt this good in the past two weeks. It’s nice to be a civil human again.”

You relaxed a bit and shuffled in your seat, fully aware of how his wing was wrapped around your shoulder like an affectionate arm. “About the attack at the mall…” You began. “What exactly was happening there?”

“What, you mean what I did to the birds? Parakill was trying to sic them on me.” He straightened up with a grinning face that radiated pride. “So I rearranged the pecking order. His birds don’t answer to him anymore.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You didn’t. You can do that?”

“Sure can! It’s not that hard. I mean, don’t think that I have a bunch of attack birds at my command now.  Animal control took them in to be relocated, not to mention some of them were illegal exotics.”

“Ah, that’s…impressive.”

“Heh, remember this, babe,” he leaned in until his lips were grazing your ear, his lowered voice and hot breath making you shudder. “I’m always the top bird.”

You shake off his flirting and try to keep your composure. “Right, of course. I’m just really glad that you’re getting better.”

His wing pulled you in for a tight hug that made you squeak. “All thanks to my sweet hen of a handler. Couldn’t have gotten through this without you.” He heard your pained grunts and instantly released you. “Whoops, sorry.”

You rolled your stiff shoulders and sighed. “It’s fine. You’re not the only one who’s getting better. Just do me a favor and try to forget that I was ever this sore from sex.”

Hawks laughed softly as he took your hands in his. The gesture surprised you after experiencing days of rough and impatient touches. “Hey,” he was almost whispering, forcing you to lean in closer to hear him. “It’s been a wild week. My mind’s been all over the place and I’ve put you through a lot. And…” He looked away with his brows pinched in a pained expression, troubled over something you didn’t know about. Before you could ask, his face drew closer, until your foreheads were pressed together. “Mind if I do one more thing with you?”

You were completely lost. You didn’t understand the sudden tenderness, his somber mood, or why he was talking with some sort of finality to his words.

“Let me take you to bed.”

The fuck?

“Keigo,” you leaned away from him, paying no mind to how you already missed his warm closeness. “I said I was getting better, but I’m not that much better.”

He shook his head, bringing your hands closer to his chest. “No, not like that. Just…I wanna do this properly with you for once. Some nice, regular sex. Hell, doesn’t even have to be full-on sex, I just want to…feel you.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Feel me?” You repeated.

He nodded eagerly with a big-ass smile. The normally cheeky young man was acting so genuine right now.

It was hard to say no to that.

“Alright.”

Hawks said no more, pulling you up on your feet and taking you to the room you both have shared for several nights. He was quick in removing your clothes, peeling each article off smoothly before doing the same to his own. The mood felt so different from your other intimate meetups that you couldn’t help but feel modest all over again.

Calloused hands were gently pushing you down onto your back, and you watch as the handsome man above opens up his wings, his eyes closed as if entering a trance.

“Whenever we fucked, I never felt like I was really there,” he recalled out loud, looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen. “I could feel you, see you, hear you, but it’s like my body was moving on its own. I was in the backseat of my own head.”

With a deep inhale and exhale, he stared down at you with a look of desire, but not the savage kind. You’re not quite sure what it was…maybe the look of a lover.

Fingers traced your face, trailing down your cheek, brushing your lips, and skimming over your well-marked neck. “Now I finally get to feel you however I want.”

Your breath caught in your throat when his lips made contact with the flesh right over your pulse, planting a few light kisses before mouthing at your neck, the random swipe of a tongue making you gasp.

His open wings twitched in response at the small sound. He was trying to savor every single one of your reactions. That’s intense.

He was in no rush, mouth moving down slowly and stopping to observe the bruise near your shoulder. “Damn, I bit you hard. That’s…when we were in the office, right?” he asked.

You hummed and nodded. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t as painful as a fully grown man falling on top of me after ramming me through a desk.”

Hawks chuckled at the memory while rolling your breast around in his hands. “Man, that really crushed my nuts. I swear my voice was a pitch higher for the rest of the night.” He laughed into your tits, licking at the squishy mounds as he took in each of your shivers and moans.

“Maybe, but that was probably just from you crying about how you could no longer give me chicks.” Yeah, that was a weird time.

“Shh, that didn’t happen,” he denied.

“Yes, it did. I had to hold you as you sobbed.”

“Lies.”

“You were worse than I’ve ever been on my perio—ah!” A bite on your nipple silenced you.

Hawks shot you a playful glare, daring you to say more. When your mouth stayed shut, he gave a satisfied purr and sucked at the same perky bud, soothing the sting before moving on to the other.

You felt relaxed; this was all so much calmer than what you have gotten used to. While you won’t deny that his feral side was as pleasurable as it was tiring, at least you can finally take the time to breathe and soak up what he’s doing. Judging from his vibrating feathers, he probably felt the same.

He licked down your stomach while his hands ran down your sides until they reached the purple finger-shaped blemishes on your hips. He winced at the sight. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, ouch.”

He nurtured the marks with his mouth, careful not to apply too much pressure and cause any pain.

“You don’t have to be so delicate,” you hesitantly tell him. “The day you were under the quirk’s influence, you uh, you were doing the same to the bruises on my back…felt kind of good.”

His lips curved into a devilish smile. “Oh, so you like a little pain? My innocent little hen?”

“Shut up,” you said with a blush. “It’s your fault that I’ve felt everything but innocent lately.”

“True, true. I didn’t mean to open you up to the wonderful world of rough play.” His mouth closes around a bruise and sucks hard, shooting a sharp pleasurable burn that traveled straight down to your core. “Ooooh, I felt that.”

You can only whimper as he laps at the sensitive area, but part of you wants him to bring that scary jolt of pain again.

“I wanna know,” he says between licks. “Just how much did you enjoy me letting loose on you? How many times did we do it the first day?”

A few more kisses are laid on your hips before he continues his descent. Your breath quickens in nervous excitement when he nestles his head between your legs, face dangerously close to your hot sex.

“Come on, hen. At least give me a guess.” He turns to your thighs and showers them with timid pecks.

The sheets beneath you crinkle under your death grip. “Don’t know…lost count after the seventh time,” you admit through gritted teeth.

“Aww, what a shame,” his mouth wanders further inside your thigh. “Do you know how many times you came?”

“I don’t know. A lot.”

He bit into you and enjoyed the resulting yelp. “Mmmm, definitely a lot. Enough to knock you out. So sad that neither of us remember just how thoroughly I wrecked you.”

His naughty lips are just an inch away from your nether ones, your breath quickening in anticipation. Hawks looks up at you, most likely enjoying the view of your heaving chest. But he does well in reminding you how much of a bastard he is by switching to your other thigh, subjecting you to another round of kisses.

“Keigooo,” you whine pathetically, feeling your aches as your muscles tense from the teasing.

“Hold on, I’ve got more questions. What was your favorite position?”

“What?”

“Come on, you’ve got plenty to choose from,” he licks the sweat that was beginning to coat your skin.

Both your embarrassment and his tongue were making it very difficult to answer. You stammer over your words while his mouth moves inward, but once again, he stops at your mound.

“You really can’t think of one?” He gives you a ridiculously sad face—large puppy eyes and a puckered bottom lip—it would have looked more innocent if he wasn’t so close to your most private area.

You realize that he wasn’t going to take any further action until you gave him an answer. “I…when I’m on my hands and knees…” You swallow despite the dryness of your throat. “…and you’re on top of me…”

“Ah,” he sighs, and you feel his thumbs part your outer lips like a damp pair of curtains. He stares down at the pussy that he has battered more times than either of you can count, and yet it drips for him even now. The feel of a single finger running down your wetness makes your entire body jerk. “You like it when I mount you like a dog?”

“Yes,” you choke.

He blows on your quivering cunt. “What do you like about it so much?”

“I…you…I don’t…”

“Do you just love feeling like an animal too? Love it when a crazed horny guy humps you into the floor?” He finally indulges you with a long lick from your hole to your clit, and the hot muscle already has you moaning. “Is that it?”

“Ah…maybe…” You answer, and he rewards you with another lick. Listening to his questions was becoming a challenge.

“Hmm, would you love it if I fucked you until my bed gives out? You’re a pretty expensive girl to mess around with,” he jokes. He then dives in, sloppily making out with your folds that have been begging for more gentle attention for days.

Your head thrashes against the pillow. His licks and sucks were both pleasurable and soothing against your beaten pussy. You were finally freed from his powerful stare when he closed his eyes and fully concentrated on eating you out. He alternated between sucking loudly on your velvety folds and lapping at your opening, sometimes dipping his tongue inside so that he can feel your walls attempt to grab him.

The building pressure in your belly has become an old friend at this point, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t excited whenever it arrived and begged it to explode and bring you back to that lovely state of euphoria. Hawks’s mouth was moving more fervently as he drank in more of your juices, as if your nectar was intoxicating him. His deep moans rattled your insides while he smacked his wet lips against every inch of your womanhood, giving your swollen clit a smooch before sucking hard.

“Mm…oh god…Keigo, please…”

He growled with your bud still in his mouth, blinding you with the electrifying pleasure that was only enhanced by the sudden intrusion of two fingers in your throbbing cavern. The slow inner massage guided you to the top where stars burst in your vision, each orgasmic throb bringing forth a shameless moan. The stimulated wings fluttered from the overwhelming pleasure surrounding them, Hawks giving light licks and kisses until you were back down to earth.

“Fuck, that was good,” he said breathlessly, as if he was the one that just got sent to heaven. “You felt amazing, so nice and clear.” His wings finally folded behind his back as he straightened himself and wiped his glistening face.

You were ready to drift away into a happy slumber until you saw Hawks move to get off the bed and spotted the very familiar hardness that was bobbing with his movements. “Wait! You’re…” Your eyes dart from his face to his erection.

“Don’t worry about that; fapping works again!” he told you cheerfully before changing to a devious smirk. “What, did you wanna watch or something?”

“No,” you snapped a bit more loudly than intended. “I…want you inside of me.”

He froze.

“You sure?”

“Very.”

He crawled back between your legs—clearly trying not to look too eager—and was already aiming his cock at your opening. Your nod of approval was all he needed to push inside and damn, that was one hell of a face and moan he made.

You reflexively braced yourself for an immediate pounding, but the throbbing length just stayed there, twitching in response to every pulse from your surrounding walls. Hawks appeared absolutely fascinated by the sight of him sheathed inside of you before looking up to your face, eyes filled with a warm lust, not the unfocused kind that you have gotten used to.

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in at the same speed. “Ooooh, fuck, baby. So hot…so tight…” He murmured with a broken groan. The lazy thrusts allowed you to feel every inch of him stretch you, his veins rubbing against you for added texture and stimulation. Your hypersensitive pussy appreciated the easy pace, and even better, it was also working for the hero above you.

His hips gradually sped up overtime, but never into something rough and aggressive. It was more like a grind, his abs rippling with every deep push. His flushed face has gotten dangerously close to yours, allowing you to watch the pulsating pupils of his avian eyes.

The only time he ‘kissed’ you was on the first day, though a more appropriate description would be that he simply smashed his mouth against yours. Now, as you stared at his parted lips while hot breaths blew onto your face, you had a strong desire to finally give him a proper one.

Good thing Hawks was a damn mind reader, because he brought his lips down to yours right after you finished the thought. They were soft, softer than you expected from a guy that flew at high speeds all day. Then again, he was also a sex symbol that needed to take care of himself.

His mouth was clearly more skilled than yours, so you let him take the lead, lips molding perfectly against yours with playful licks. The added intimacy sped up his hips and raised his volume, his entire mouth engulfing yours as he moaned into you. Your tongue found his and engaged in a frantic dance. He’s tensing up; you give him some encouragement by wrapping your arms and legs around his sweaty form, giving the base of his wings a few rubs. Your mouths part to catch your breaths, a strand of saliva linking your tongues together

“Cum inside me, Keigo.”

“Oh fuck.” Your words have him pumping erratically into you, but you’ve dealt with worse. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, whimpering at your legs that keep him locked in place and urging him to release his creamy essence as deep inside you as possible.

His trembles are powerful, but even better were the cracked whines vibrating against your neck as he emptied himself into your womb. You never get tired of watching his wings lifelessly drop whenever he wears himself out. You cradle his spent body—it’s all so similar to the first time he took you, except this time he moves just a little to the side to relieve you of some of his weight. He doesn’t move you for another round, he just relaxes into your cuddles.

“Thanks,” he says softly, already close to dozing off.

You’re not sure what exactly he’s thanking you for, but it makes you smile anyway. “You’re welcome.”

A wing stretches over you as a blanket, the warm soft feathers doing well to pull you into dreamland as well. Hawks’s heavy breaths tell you that he was already out.

You close your eyes. It looks like you both managed to survive the worst rut of Hawks’s life. This sure as hell wasn’t what you signed up for, but looking back, it wasn’t that bad. Except for the crutch. The crutch never happened.

As sleep claimed you, you wondered what the future had in store for you and the winged hero.

—————

Monday

“I just got fired.”

Hawks flinched at the news, scratching at his back awkwardly. “Aww man, that’s…oof, what a shocker.”

For some reason, his surprise didn’t sound very real. But you were way too upset at the moment to question it further. “Well, I guess it’s more like a demotion. They’re still allowing me into a position I have more experience in. It’s probably back to desk work for me,” You sighed, pacing back and forth across the office in a desperate attempt to expel some of your anger. “But I can’t believe this. I can’t believe that he basically kept me around to be your fucking fleshlight, and then threw me away after you were satisfied!”

Hawks shrugged with an apologetic look. “It really sucks, babe. You can’t forget: the real studs are the Commission. No one fucks more people than them. A lot of us are a one-time use to those guys. I’m just lucky enough to have a longer expiration date than most. Or unlucky. I dunno.”

You didn’t either, honestly. Hawks deserved better. “They’re such assholes, yet here I am ready to keep working for them. I so badly want to say ‘fuck you’ and leave, but…” You trailed off.

Hawks finished your sentence with a smirk. “They pay too well?”

Your head lowers in shame. “Yeah.”

A wing pats you on the back as he laughs. “I’m not judging, angel. That’s probably what keeps most of the guys around.” He steps closer to you, gently taking your chin to tilt your head back up. “I’m gonna miss you though. Whoever they send to watch my ass next isn’t going to be half as fun as you.”

The comment warms you. You take his hand and pull it further up to your face, letting him cup your cheek. “Thanks, but I was pretty bad at the job. They would have kicked me down sooner or later.”

He came in closer. “True, you sucked. But you’re the first handler I got to know so well. Inside and outside.” His chuckle is hot against you before he locks his lips to yours. The kiss becomes more heated than expected—he’s tugging at your lip and thrusting his tongue in and out of your mouth in a way that makes your thighs press together. You tear yourself away from his face, breathless.

“Hawks…?”

His tongue slowly runs over his upper lip. Goddamn. “Sorry, little hen. I was just hoping you’d like a nice goodbye gift. I can give you more, if you want.”

You’re so pissed off at yourself for throbbing in response to his offer.

He pulls you back in and takes hold of the waistband of your pants. “How about it? Wanna get to know my new desk a little better?”

The sounds resonating from the office that morning scarred Springer.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Dating Damian Wayne HC:

(imma do one for all of the guys I just had the writing idea for Dames first)

How You Met: Artist credit @axeeeee​

.        You went to Gotham Academy before him

.        You were also making sure that you were top of the class and also maintaining class president

.        Anyways, it was just something that you pushed yourself for

.        Arts was another strength for you but that was something that you weren’t as inclined to maintain on an extreme level like everything else

.        So it was your job to show the new people around the school before their first day which meant that you were showing Damian around

.        Your parents already knew Bruce so you weren’t really freaked out at all

.        It was just another day tbh

.        That was until you met him

.        It was weird since you were more of the person to not talk much about yourself

.        No one really knew who you were and you were content to keep it that way

.        Everyone’s friend but no one knew who you were really

.        Damian was kind of the same way but not as friendly or open to people

.        He was like the younger you

.        Still, for some reason you were interested in him just as a person

.        He was as well

.        You didn’t immediately hit it off seeing as you are both reserved and closed off when it comes to personal things, but you hit it off faster than any one else

.        A miracle in all honesty

.        So you started hanging out and eating together in the lunchroom instead of either with a group or alone

.        It was nice and then evolved over time

Friendship:

.        So after a few months, you guys were getting closer and closer

.        It was something that you just expected to happen and when it did you were ready

.        You were starting to hang out outside of school whether that was at your place, the park, his house, maybe a café on a weekend

.        Just anywhere

.        If there were any galas, Damian would invite you and you him since you didn’t really feel great inviting anyone else

.        Sometimes galas had this secret mandatory code to bring someone so it was nice to finally have someone to bring

.        The media was all over it

.        It was honestly really weird for a second and then you just accepted it

.        Damian and yourself slowly started opening up to each other about everything

.        Depending on how fast you pick up on things and possibly if you’re also a vigilante, this is where you figure out that he’s Robin

.        He doesn’t call you by your last name anymore and instead by your first name which is fun

.        It’s an honor lol

.        If Damian is having an issue at the manor, you just have extra stuff for him to come over anytime

.        It’s always there and you make sure to get more when you see something’s running low

.        By the end of the friendship stage, you’re probably wearing each other’s clothes by now

.        He gets flustered sometimes though

.        That’s the first few signs

.        Also very protective but we’ll get into that

Signs:

.        So Damian now gets flustered?

.        Not something that you ever thought you’d see

.        Complimenting you too

.        It was a mutual thing that you both started doing more and more

.        Hanging around each other even more than before if that’s possible

.        He introduces you to his pets

.        All of them

.        Even Goliath

.        That was after watching random animal videos one night in the movie room of your house and seeing your reaction to them all

.        You bout died meeting Goliath

.        It was pretty awesome

.        Damian was so proud

.        Anyways, so you start getting more and more protective of each other

.        Any stupid girls from the Academy were getting immediately shut down

.        Same goes with the boys

.        For Damian he was always making sure that no one was messing with you or making you feel uncomfy

.        Death glares to all and smiles to none that tried it

.        That was both ways

.        Omg you guys have the death glare mastered

Confession/ Relationship:

.        So now that his brothers have caught on, they’re hell bent on getting you two together

.        So is Alfred and Bruce and that’s not typical at all

.        Everyone ships you and you both know it just won’t accept it

.        After some time though, you’re at this string of events and the press was just bombarding you for info on the relationship and whether or not you were dating

.        You said no every time and then just moved on

.        Damian noticed how much he missed you and loved seeing you thrive even from afar

.        It was kind of like oh shit I’d better say something now cause they’ve got everyone wrapped around their finger

.        So when you got back, he told you

.        It was kind of informal and unexpected

.        I mean finally but, out of the blue

.        You were thrilled

.        So basically from then on, it was wonderful

.        Sometimes his brothers might tease you two and post really just dorky things about you guys

.        Maybe one day it’s freaking out cause they found you in the movie room passed out on each other asleep with an older movie playing

.        Picture of you not being apart at all

.        The press loved it all

.        You guys loved it all

.        Now he’d spend the night all of the time but this time in your room, asleep, with you

.        Not just in some guest bedroom or in the same room but apart

.        Sleeping is actually a big thing since you both greatly lack it

.        You’ll sleep everywhere

.        The couch, a chair, the bed, in a car, on the floor sometimes, at a table just next to each other, anywhere

.        It was something that like your friendship just evolved over time

.        Eventually, you were taking vacations together during the holiday breaks and training together

.        Your families loved the other

.        Friend groups too

.        Sometimes you’d fight but typically it got resolved quickly

.        There was always this challenge of apologizing on Damian’s end even if it was really his fault since he just doesn’t know how to

.        He got better with that real quick

.        Basically, you just appreciate each other and see the other as your other half

.        Nothing gets in the way of that

.        Not even some stupid boy or girl hitting on the other or the media’s twisted perception of something taken out of proper context

.        Those are typically what more serious talks are about but they’re solved quickly

Dates:

.        You’re either going to a nice place or not staying in

.        There’s no in between

.        Either 5 star or the home theater at probably your place

.        He loves taking you nice places even if you’ve already been

.        Watching new movies

.        Or really bad ones just to judge them

.        Those are always really fun

.        Sometimes you might go for a coffee date and those are typically just spur of the moment type things

.        You might go to a gala and then go home and kick back

.        Either way it’s the best

.        Homemade treats and movies with a possible blanket fort and pillows everywhere over the couches in the movie room

.        There’s always a chance that they might get cut short for heroics but that doesn’t typically happen since someone covers Damian’s or your shift

Hero:

.        So if you’re a hero, it’s kind of an exhausting thing especially considering schooling and everything else

.        Sometimes you find yourself not getting sleep for days

.        There are times that you regret everything and Damian understands it all

.        He’s just terribly impressed that you can do all of this like he does

.        It’s great having someone like that

.        Both of you are extremely well trained which sometimes Damian questions where you got your training since it’s so similar to his and his father’s

.        Very calculated and precise every single time but also unpredictable which makes you dangerous

.        It’s something that you always use to your advantage

.        On nights that you patrol, you do it together and always tag team

.        Damian knows that you put up one hell of a fight, but he’d rather be there incase something happens then not at all and have something bad happen

.        Both of you are always stitching each other up and helping the other with nightmares

.        It’s just inevitable at this point

.        Staying over at each other’s places depending on how close you are or how badly injured

.        You always go to the manor if there’s something really bad that happened

.        That’s cause they have better medical equipment and Alfred who is a legend

.        Alfred can fix anything and if he can’t it’s to the hospital but that pretty much never happens

Routine?:

.        With everything, you have to have a routine

.        It’s very exact and important

.        In the morning, you both wake up together but not before hitting the snooze button three times

.        You have the alarm set early enough to be able to do this

.        Plus some time just to lay there for a second

.        Damian is typically the cutest and most tired in the morning

.        He hates them

.        If you’re washing your face or doing whatever, he’ll just hug you from behind and lean against your shoulder

.        Has fallen asleep before

.        Then you both eat and head off to school

.        After school, you go back to someone’s place to change into comfy clothes and complete homework which most is done at school since you wouldn’t have time otherwise

.        If you have a meeting to go to, you’ll go to that and then head back

.        After supper, it’s to patrol and then after two to three hours of that on average, you go back to one of your homes and shower typically together since you don’t have time to not

.        It’s easier and more time efficient so you’ve said

.        Also uses less hot water

.        Then, you check your phones for any other emergencies and head to bed

.        If you’re not a hero it’s basically the same thing but he comes into your room, locks the window again after he’s made sure everything is safe inside, creeps in your closet to get his nightclothes, looks at his phone for anything that might have happened since, goes to shower, and then gets into bed with you after making sure you’re okay without waking you up

.        When sleeping, you’re either touching slightly or just on top of each other in some way

.        Either way, you’re touching

.        He can’t have you far from him incase something happens

.        Never really sure what might happen, just that it could happen

.        Since he’s a light sleeper, if you shift or move around, he opens his eyes for a second to make sure you’re okay

.        That goes for hero or not

.        It’s really nice and sometimes he’ll come in and you’ll still be awake

.        Always asks why

.        “Dami, I’m always awake at this hour.”

.        “I know beloved, but you should sleep.”

.        “Well then let’s go.”

.        He’ll swing by for just a second during patrol to check in if you’re either grounded from patrol due to injury, sickness, just need a night off, or if you don’t do it

.        Texts you updates every now and then since he knows you worry and it helps him when he’s home and you’re patrolling

.        Basically keeps him from going insane so he does the same for you just incase

[bjy-on-ao3]

Fic Friday: Needy, Part 1

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Another concept that has been sitting in my notes since I finished the first season of Durarara!!. Izaya has been coming up a decent amount in some recent conversations and I was convinced to continue watching DRRR!! with X2/etc, so my want to write this has been reinvigorated.

This lead-up can be skipped if desired. It’s mostly Reader being bored and getting more jealous as the day goes on, but I felt like writing it and was having a good time, so it exists (plus it’s a little help to practice for a longer project I may have in mind.). You won’t miss out on any smut skipping this chapter, so if you’re here for that, feel free to move onto the next one!

Part 2

Summary  Reader’s jealousy over the attention Izaya gives to everyone else finally comes to a head one evening. They discover it hasn't exactly been a secret to the information broker.

Needy (F! Reader/Izaya Orihara)

Chapter 1. Green-Eyed Monster

You came to slowly, unwilling to leave the peaceful land of slumber, tangled in the soft warmth of the sheets and pillows like so many other days. The surrounding room was dark, the sheets displaced by whatever tossing and turning had taken place through the night. You contemplated snuggling back into the blankets and snoozing the day away, but admonished yourself quickly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with your wrist. It wouldn’t do to spend all day in bed - at least not alone.

You had long since grown used to waking up in Izaya Orihara’s bed, often after long exhausting evenings preceding it. Many mornings you awoke in his arms, or with him in yours, surrounded by his faint scent of soap and spice and bitter tea. Those were the sweetest. Had someone told you when you first met him Izaya was the cuddling type - in or out of bed -  you would have laughed in their face at the absurdity. As much as he claimed to love humans, he didn’t come off as the type to be physically affectionate. You were glad to learn that your first impressions had been incorrect. 

Recently something had changed. Izaya’s workload new was far heavier than before, which left less of his time for you. You occupied yourself more often while he stared intently at various screens for hours or went on about plans only he fully knew and understood. You were used to that well enough, just not so much as had become the recent norm. Sure, Namie was often around as well, but she was little in the way of good company or entertainment. 

There were the times when Izaya left to gallivant around the city and make life a pain for the more powerful or notable denizens of the city or to meet clients to broker his work. When he was away you didn’t even have to chance to try to coax him into taking the occasional break. Those were the days you hated the most, but you knew it wasn’t his job to amuse you all the time- even if you would have been perfectly happy with that kind of arrangement.

Despite suggestive promises and invitations to join you, you had begun retiring to bed alone long before Izaya more and more commonly. Often you feel asleep before he ever came to bed - some nights you weren’t sure he did at all. Even on the mornings you knew he had, whether from the displacement of the bedsheets or a faded warmth beside you, he was up and back at work before you woke as if he had never stopped. That morning was another on which you awoke alone, frowning at the impressions in the sheets beside you and wishing you had woken earlier or he had stayed longer in bed.

You tried to convince yourself it was normal, reminding yourself that Izaya was a busy man. That he had so much business to attend to was no surprise, especially when Ikebukuro got rowdy, due to whatever new event involving the color gangs or a shift in Yakuza politics popped up. But reason did nothing to wash away the bitter taste in your mouth when you wandered out into the hall and looked down to see Izaya entertaining another early morning client. 

You frowned, glowering down at the seated client - you weren’t sure who they were, but they looked vaguely familiar, so likely some regular - sitting across from Izaya. The informant in question looked as cool and confident as ever. For a moment, the lilt of his voice overturned your bitterness, but the moment was brief and it returned obstinately. You waited, resting your elbows against the rail, sure to remain hidden among the shadows cast by the apartment’s angles. 

You knew better than to interrupt his business. Even if you were upset it seemed to consume every waking hour recently, interference was taboo. You had learned that a long time ago. You weren’t sure if Izaya being wholly unconcerned you might overhear a business conversation meant he just didn’t care or if he trusted you. Maybe it was a bit of both.

You grew bored quickly, hardly listening to the exchange at the desk below, despite neither bothering to keep their voice down. At last, there was a shuffling of something - funds, contracts, whatever, you couldn’t tell from your perch - and then the client rose with a farewell and turned to leave. You eased further into the shadow, fairly sure you weren’t in danger of being seen, but better safe than sorry. Passingly, you imagined how irate some of Izaya’s clients might have been if they were aware a second set of eyes and ears was butting in on their private conversations with the informant.

Izaya followed courteously, seeing them off to the door and bidding a professional, cheery goodbye. Only once you heard the door snap closed did you make your way down the stairs. But before you even descended the last step, you heard Izaya engaged in another conversation and your face sank. He wasn’t speaking to you, of course, but another client or contact on one of his many cellphones. Work, work, and more work again. Izaya cast you a small smile before tuning back into his call, plopping down on the couch as he talked.

You sat down on the cushion beside him, careful to stay quiet and not interrupt his call. Izaya lay an arm along the back of the sectional but didn’t touch you, and you gave it a  sidelong glance. A childish part of you fantasized about tearing the phone from his hand and tossing it away, undoubtedly garnering his attention one way or another. You quickly silenced the thought, waiting some more. You had hardly been awake for long, and already you had done so much waiting.

Just as you were considering moving off the couch to grab a book off the shelf or freshen up, you heard the call winding down from Izaya’s tone. A hopeful excitement sprang up in your chest and you inched closer to Izaya as he hung up.

“Izaya, since you’re done with those clients, how about we…” you began to propose, placing what you intended to be a seductive touch on his knee. Your words fell away, noting Izaya was paying no mind to you - his eyes and fingers focused on the message he was composing on his phone.

“Hm, what was that, darling?” He asked, hitting send and tucking the phone into a pocket.

“Ah, it was nothing important,” you dismissed, sighing internally and pulling your hand back. You had a feeling you knew what the answer was going to be.

Izaya eyed you quietly for a second, and you wondered if he suspected the thoughts simmering beyond your dismissal. “I see. Well, I’ve got some things to take care of,” he announced, the previous scrutiny disappearing and replaced by his typical demeanor. When he rose from his seat, his fingers brushed fleetingly across your shoulder and you followed the oh-so-slight motion out of the corner of your eyes. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone.”

You almost rolled your eyes at his teasing words. You really should have been the one warning him. Izaya Orihara telling you not to get into trouble when he caused and attracted it himself in so many forms was an irony so thick you could taste it. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you would,” you shot back wryly.

He smirked, leaning in for a second and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek that left you wanting. You watched him straighten and turn on his heel, vanishing down the entryway and out the door briskly. 

You sighed, leaning on your elbow on the back of the sofa with your cheek resting on a fist. Silence enveloped you again, save for the dull chatter of the birds outside and even fainter sounds of people in the streets below. You searched the apartment lazily, trying to decide on something to entertain yourself with. Neither the TV nor the assortment of books on the shelf piqued your interest, nor did the idea of laying on the couch and browsing the internet or the forums. Certain ones were amusing now and then, chatrooms especially, but you weren’t in the mood for any of that.

In your search, you realized that you were left completely alone in the apartment. There was no sign of Namie, whom you knew by that time would have normally arrived. A day off for the woman then. Just your rotten luck that you didn’t even have her prickly company for the day. Perhaps you would take a stroll down to Ikebukuro and entertain yourself there instead.

A shower and a change of clothes later and you had left the spacious apartment, unsure exactly where in Ikebukuro you were planning to go. It was always important to monitor your surroundings in the city, even if you weren’t somewhere sketchy or isolated. You weren’t sure if your involvement with Izaya was a secret or not - or how widespread it was, even if it was a secret. All you knew was that not everyone liked the information broker and some of those people had enough balls - or few enough brain cells - to think screwing with someone more closely involved with Izaya was a good idea.

Even with that in mind, Ikebukuro, for all the trouble that took place so often, really wasn’t very intriguing most days. Sure, there was always something lurking beneath the surface, someone moving pawns on a chessboard, or some plan being brought to fruition. None of that mattered though unless you wanted to butt into someone else’s business. And unlike a certain someone you knew, sticking your nose into other peoples’ affairs wasn’t a hobby of yours for the most part.

You grabbed a quick bite to eat in one of the small shops on your way into the more bustling parts of the city. You weren’t sure if you had gotten a bad batch or if everything just tasted worse from your boredom and bitterness, but your breakfast left you thoroughly unsatisfied. A running trend for the morning it seemed. Well, there was plenty of time in the day left to fix that, right? 

For a while, you sat down on an empty bench on a busy street, watching the many perfectly ordinary people of the city going about their daily business, blissfully unaware of the games being played around them, save for when the usual players shook up things in particularly noisy ways. You mentally picked one out from the crowd, now and then, wondering if beneath the surface they had some awful or bizarre secret, as was the case for several of the notable names in Ikebukuro. When you had first come to the city, you would have never imagined such normal-looking people were capable of having such impressive secrets, but your time had taught you much.

Here and there, over an hour or so, you spotted several of the men or women you knew to be trouble of some degree. A high-schooled aged boy who couldn’t have looked more commonplace if he tried with some fantastical sounding name. A tall man in a headscarf who often rode around with a band of eccentrics in a van. A man with dreadlocks and glasses, flanked by a grouchy looking blonde smoking a cigarette. Your brow arched up and a jolt of jealousy swirled in your gut at the sight of the blonde.

You knew most of the others were involved in Izaya’s business in one form or another - generally not by choice - but you were acutely aware of how much attention he paid the blonde. He had spoken about him before, insisting how much he hated monsters like him, but you weren’t so sure sometimes. Whatever the case, he devoted a lot of his attention to making his life miserable, you knew that much. Time you pettily felt could have been better spent paying attention to you without the threat of being beaten into the concrete.

Shaking off the feeling, you daydreamt for a little while about what it would be like to be involved in all the dirty dealings and trickery that went into the politics controlling the city. Maybe it would be a better and more exciting use of your time than what you did for fun. You doubted you were cut out for how cut-throat you had heard the game could be though, so perhaps it was best it remained an idle imagining. Eventually, imagining what-ifs and singling people out in the ever-moving crowds grew dull and you stood up, taking your outing back on the move.

Turning a corner, you glanced through the immaculately polished glass windows of a quaint, cozy cafe. Your face stretched in surprise, eyes widening for an instant as they landed on a slender form and handsome, sly face there was no mistaking. Izaya looked so comfortable, settled on one of the window seats facing outward. He looked to be watching the crowds go by, sipping contently at the steaming mug in his grasp. People-watching? That was the business he had needed to attend to? 

Jealousy swelled in your chest again, acrid and burning, and you took a deep breath to quell it. Yes, you had been doing the same thing recently - out of necessity to amuse yourself since Izaya had ignored you, you reminded yourself crossly - but you hadn’t labeled it as something that needed tending to. You stepped back, glaring from your spot on the corner for a moment before making an about-face and striding angrily away from the cafe windows. Now you were bored and angry. So much for the idea that there time for the day to improve.

You tried your hardest to clear your head as strolled aimlessly, but the stubborn emotions refused to go. The image of him seated so relaxedly in the cafe as if he had nothing else in the world he could be doing compounded your frustration, making it grow hotter and more irrational. ‘You could have spoken up’ a small voice piped up. ‘Maybe you’re just not interesting enough to keep his attention,’ another far meaner voice sneered. You ground your teeth and shook your head, refusing to accept either suggestion.

When wandering alone with your antagonistic thoughts became too much, you gave up the idea of your pleasant excursion. Head cloudy with nagging voices and snippets of the day, chest burning angrily, you made your way back to Izaya’s apartment. At least there you could be moody in peace without worry of anyone seeing.

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Don’t Breathe | 2.0

»Genre: Hitman!au || Stalker!au || 

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of potential Stockholm syndrome, mono-phobia, mature elements, manhandling, breakdowns, yandere (? i think ), he thinks it’s cute when she cries, eventually they fall in love, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is pure fiction ok, kidnappers and stalkers DON’T love you.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was told to get rid of everyone who witnessed the conversation between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month ago, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

A/n: so I’ve had this in my drafts for a few weeks, it was just a random idea that came to me p.s this is kind off all over the place♥

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.2.5 - pt.3.0 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt.4.5

A/n: Halloween vers♥ I changed a few things boos. It’s shorter but that means I can get the parts out faster~ enjoy

It’s a beautiful day—the air is cool, the sun is shining and you’re one step closer to getting this article finalized. You’ve been working on it for maybe 3 weeks now and Suzy wants it within the week. It’s not every day that you’re a witness to a controversial press conference. You remember the day you entered the conference room, notebook in hand and pencil skirt tight on your hips. 

You were there with your publishers' sister-news-station reporter and cameraman. You sat in one of the fold-up chairs and listened to what the politicians were saying. About halfway through, things were getting heated between the politician and the reporters questioning. One of the reporters brought up bribery and governmental email scandal. That was news to everyone in the room. It went silent for a moment.

She repeated herself. “I heard from one of my sources, that you were involved in and bribery and the tampering of classified emails from Blake Harvard. Any comment?”

“Who is your source for this information?” He retorts.

“I don’t reveal my sources, but are you evading the question?”

That’s when everyone started bombarding him with questions and his counselor ushered him off of the stage. Moments like this make you respect reporters and people in your line of work. The group you were with went following in the crowd going out into the lobby where they could be the first to air what just went down in there.

“Keep up rookie.” You struggled to get through the crowd with your lanyard swinging against your chest as you shadowed the reporter you accompanied.

“I left my folder!” Despite your heels being on, you quickly ran back inside the conference room and snatched your folder up. As you made your way to catch up with the others, you heard a rather harsh conversation going from behind the stage. Whoever it was probably assumed everyone had gone chasing after the crowd.

‘We can’t let it get out. Blake has a secured spot for us and we’re not about to let it go to waste. If the people get a hold of this we’re done for. Period.’

That was all you heard before you went on your way.

That was months ago and ever since then, the meeting had haunted you. For a while, you brushed the idea aside that you witnessing anything from that day would jeopardize your safety. You’re a writer for the crime and culinary column who gets occasionally promoted to other little jobs—you’re harmless.

But when news got out that attendees were slowly going missing and some were even found dead, you were met with frightening reality. With every word you type on your computer, the thought resonates louder in your mind. You were a witness to something you were supposed to see, you could be next.

6:12 PM

It’s Thursday.

You always work an hour later on Thursdays.

He’s been monitoring your life for a good month now, your patterns and domestic habits were engraved in his mind. There’s not much that he doesn’t know about you. On Monday, you have a hard time getting up. You hit snooze for your 5:30 alarm twice until it’s around 6:45. That’s the day you mobile order your coffee and leave the house by 7:15 in a rush. Tuesday is quite similar but that day you opt for organic fruit juice rather than coffee. You get home early on Wednesday because you work out in the living room that day to some random video on Youtube. On Thursday, like today, you load up on the coffee. You leave the house with one cup and come back with another form of the cafe nearby. Thursday is his favorite day. 

When you get home, you toss excess clothes to a random corner and drop on the couch. Moments after that, you get on the phone with a friend and end the conversation saying you have to get the makeup off of your face. Before you take off the makeup, you take off your clothes and throw and a robe. He watches as you use 3 to 4 wipes for your entire face, just trying to get as much as you can off before you start your face treatment. When you finish, you get up close to the mirror and touch small parts of your face, you inspect to see if you missed anything. You look pretty when you do that. The attention you pay to yourself in the absence of someone's company is nothing short of infatuating. When you leave the mirror, the shower turns on and you close the door. Often you wear a rotation of similar pajamas, underwear, and socks. Sometimes you forget the socks and just slip on some slides. 

When you’d be gone for a few hours, he’d crawl through the window and plunder through your things, just to see if you had weapons and for his curiosity. As he did all of this, he found a connection to your home, it was so simple yet you seemed to love it. Taking this from you seemed cruel. For the first time in a while, he felt a tinge of guilt for being the man responsible for ending it. 

Ever since you were assigned to him as a missed target, he’s been formulating a plan to get rid of you. But in the process of monitoring your life for weeks, he’s approached a problem. Like most assignments, he’d find the persons whereabouts, watch them for a good week or so and proceed with the necessary action. But you’re disposal is taking longer than expected. No basic procedure seems right for you. Every time you turn off your lights and go to sleep, he has a chance to sneak through the window and do what has to be done. He has a list longer than he should of people willing to buy targets that need to be taken care of. Based on what Minho says, going with one of the names on that list would be equivalent to death for the faint of heart.

So what does he do with you? You possess crucial information that his client does not want you to have. He’s been paid and now the organization is getting impatient with the waiting game. There’s a reason they put Taehyung up to this assignment. He’s quick, sneaky, doesn’t leave a trail and the disposal is more often than not, clean. For him to be taking this long is raising suspicion in his boss and his client. 

He stares down at the photo in his hand, the very first picture he took of Y/fn. I have to get rid of you. He’s done it dozens of times but this time he can’t seem to find the right moment. There are also strict rules that he has to follow. Number one: don’t come in contact with the target. That’s guaranteed screw up. Number two: keep your observation time at a minimum, if not, you’re at risk for developing an obsession with the target. And number 3, one of the most important rules of all; under no circumstances should you form a bond of any kind with the target. The contract he signed to secure his job stated just that, ‘A target is a target. If you accept, you get the job done, no exceptions.’

He had made interaction with you by mistake. One day, you were walking to the train station and you bumped into him. When his eyes met yours, it was like time stopped. Your eyes were full of life, you smiled at him and sweat began to build at his brow—and he never gets nervous, never. He’ll never forget what you said to him.

* *

You had made him drop his camera, but it didn’t break so he had told you it was okay.

“I’m so sorry. Here,” You reached into your pocket, “it’s a coupon for coffee, do you like coffee?” He nodded. “They’re coffee is great. I got that coupon for making my 50th visit. Take it, it’s a gift.” 

And he took the coupon with a thank before you went on your way. That day, he decided on one thing—he didn’t want to kill you. He couldn’t.

* *

He hears the buzz of his cell phone and immediately brings it to his ear.

“Hello?”

Come to my office, we need to talk.

The person on the other end hung up and he sighed, he knows what this conversation is gonna be about. He got up from his comfy spot on his couch, got in the car and sped to get to where he had to be. When he got to the building, the front desk lady let him go up. HIs thoughts weren’t scattered, he wasn’t nervous, he just wanted to get this over with. 

“So,” Choi sipped his coffee, “she’s still alive.” His words are cutting, obvious frustration in his tone. 

Taehyung nods in confirmation. “Yes, sir.”

“This is not like you Kim, I can normally trust that you’ll do what’s necessary. It’s been a month and that article cannot be published. I’ve told already that your job is on the line, you’ve been paid now it’s time for you to do the job.”

“I know, I’ve just run into a few hiccups. It won’t be published. I’m taking care of it, I just need a little more time-”

“We don’t have any more time.” He massages his temples. “The client doesn’t want the article published and I told him if anyone could get rid of this person, it was you. Do I need to assign her to someone else who can get the job done?-”

“No.” That left his lips a little faster than he intended. “I’ll get it done.”

“I want it done in the next 24-hours. I’m counting on you Taehyung, don’t let me down.”

Taehyung grins. 

“Consider it done.”

9:07 PM

“Finally!” 

You squeal in the silence of your shared office space, the article is finished. You formatted and set it to be published tomorrow morning, you couldn’t be more relieved. It’s been the most daunting task but you stuck with it until it was the way you wanted it to be. In a hurry to get home, you save the physical and digital copy and put them in your bag for safekeeping. You were just happy Suzy approved it for publishing. It’ll be the first front-page story with your name on it, it that’s just now sinking in.

When arriving at your humble abode, you do what you do every night, but this time you go straight for the shower. 

And unbeknownst to you, he���s sitting quietly in your coat closet, just listening to you plunder around your home. When he saw your car pull into the driveway, he retreated for the closet in hopes of hiding his presence. You rarely go into the coat closet, he knows that much.

Fly me to the moon. You were humming that song in the shower. His eyes fluttered shut at the melodic tune, he always found your serenades from he shower calming – peaceful even. In a way, he would be disappointed if you suddenly stopped. Only now does he realize the significance that habit of yours had on his reason for sticking around outside of your window. The shower turned off, that meant you were about to get dressed. He peeked through the crack and saw you brushing your teeth. 

It’s just a matter of time now.

The bottle of water you put on your nightstand that you drink every night had a little surprise in it. He had poured a drug in it to make sure you were knocked out hard. When you went to your bedroom, the lights went off in about 5 minutes and he timed it from there.

He gave it an hour or so of him just standing in the closet, waiting for the right time. 

11:03 PM

It’s time.

He stepped out of the closet, the dark of night didn’t make it difficult for him to navigate towards your room. Piano. You had soft piano covers playing from your cell phone on the nightstand. He approaches your bedside, and he lightly grazes your face—she’s soft, just like he imagined. He pulls the cover back, exposing you to the cool air of the room, but you don’t move a muscle.

There’s no waking you up now. 

He scoops you up, your body shifting in response to the movement. He stands still to ensure that you’re still asleep, gazing upon your furrowed brows until they smooth out. That little movement made him smile, he hadn’t been this close to you, to feel you in his arms made this a lot more real.

All within the time span of 15 minutes, he puts you in the back seat of his car, grabs a few of your necessities, your work bag, and he leaves the scene. When he gets in the driver's seat, he discards the gloves and peeks back at you. You had no idea that your life was about to get flipped upside down.a

[magioftheseas]

Bubbling and Baking

KamuKoma Week Day 6: family & marriage (?)

Summary: Kamukura pays a visit to when Komaeda is raising Monaka post-drae/udg. Monaka is predictably difficult but Komaeda, as per usual, is more concerned with the larger scope.

Rating: G

Warnings: Monaka being on the harsher side, references to child abuse, mental instability and questionable motives in doing the things he does because it’s Despair!Komaeda but like, all in all, not...much, I don’t think?

Notes: I haven’t written nearly enough stuff with Komaeda and his rotten daughter and I’m sorry for that. So here’s some + Kamukura between the events of drae and sdr2/dr3. Still alternate canon because like, obviously, but yeah. Here it is. This was fun to write, especially the titular baking for some weird reason. I hope you like it.

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That strange creep looks like Sadako.

That’s her first impression of the one who called himself Kamukura Izuru. She can’t say she’s terribly impressed. Servant was passed out on the futon, having worked himself into one of those annoying frenzies. And now, there’s a stranger here, and Monaka has no idea where he came from.

Truth be told, she doesn’t really care. If it’s a ghost here to kill both of them, that’s not much of a loss. He notices her staring at him. He stares at her, eyes boring and cold. It’s like being stared at by a doll, and this doesn’t really bother her either. She’s seen this same dumb expression in the mirror countless times. She imagined she inherited it from the useless woman who birthed her.

Except. Those glowing red eyes flicker when Servant murmurs something incoherent in his sleep. Servant grins like an idiot, and if dragging herself over wasn’t such a hassle, Monaka would definitely doodle on his face. Instead, she just stares at him with open annoyance.

“I see.” She only perks because Sadako has spoken, and it’s a low, cool voice. It prickles at her. “So he took you in after all, Towa Monaka. How boring.”

“What’s it to you, stalker?” she snaps. “Are you one of Junko-nee-chan’s cronies?”

He’s lacking the helmet, though, so...a remnant?

“Incorrect.” Quick and curt. Monaka’s frown deepened as he only drew closer to the snoozing Servant. She blinked as he wipes away a disgusting line of drool. “My association with them is incidental, with Nagito being the sole exception.”

“Uh. Huh.”

Gross. Utterly gross.

Servant groans, and then he twitches, face pinching up. His eyes flutter open, and Monaka doesn’t want to think about what’s running through that guy’s head when he sees the creepy not-Sadako looming over him.

“Kamukura-kun?”

She recognized that name. Of course she did. She didn’t let that show on her face, instead watching blankly as Servant latched onto him, arms looping around his neck. The chain rustles and clinks together, and Servant squeezes the other happily.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you! I had heard you were nearby, of course, but still...! Oh!” He pulls away and gives Monaka that sickening grin. “Monaka-chan, this is Kamukura Izuru-kun.”

“Yes,” she said, nose scrunched up. “I’m aware. He looks like dried, disgusting, dirty seaweed.”

“Oh, she’s right, Kamukura-kun, you’re looking a little dirty.” Servant frowns, clicking his tongue as he grabbed a handful of the inky black locks. “Have you been swimming? Ah, we don’t have much water, but...”

“I can provide more,” Kamukura replied. “It is of no concern. I shall not deplete your resources.”

“He can’t use any of Monaka’s special Monokuma units,” she hurriedly spoke up, gritting her teeth. “He can do everything himself.”

“So uncharitable, Monaka-chan!” Servant laughed. He did not—and never really had—scold her. “That’s a little despairing.”

Urgh. So gross.

“It is of no concern,” Kamukura said simply. He didn’t look the slightest bit annoyed or bothered, just more of that abysmal vacancy. It was really starting to grate. “I only intended to announce my arrival. You may go back to sleep if you wish.”

“I feel too sick to sleep,” she spat.

“Oh, dear,” Servant looked worried. “Shall I fetch you medicine then? It would do no good if you got sick and died before accomplishing anything worthwhile, Monaka-chan.”

“Shut the hell up, like I’d really die from nausea. Unless I decided to drown in my vomit or something.” She rolled her eyes. “I guess I can try to sleep. Just talking to you is exhausting, after all.”

“That’s the spirit!”

This guy—really is a piece of work.

And the way Kamukura Izuru looked at Servant, smiling without a care, with that weirdly intense crimson gaze.

Urgh. This isn’t despair. It’s just disgusting.

--

It really was rather strange having Kamukura around, but Komaeda couldn’t complain. Kamukura tended to make things easier. Even when he remained passive and avoidant, Komaeda found his presence reassuring, in a sense. While he knew better than to have high expectations of the other at this stage, he supposed he still found that company pleasant, at least.

He was almost excited to have Kamukura here, witnessing what was sure to be his greatest efforts in raising the successor and hopefully usurper of Ultimate Despair. It was a tedious and difficult process, of course, especially with Monaka’s growing disdain. But Monaka was still here, wasn’t she? She hadn’t given up yet.

So he couldn’t dare dream of losing faith in her.

However she was very clearly and very quickly losing patience with him.

“I don’t waaaaant to!” she practically wailed. “I’m sick! Tired! Sick and tired! I don’t want another lesson, I want cake and a break!”

“I know lectures aren’t terribly exciting, Monaka-chan, but this actually is important to know,” he can’t help but laugh. “Don’t you want to be able to take care of yourself when the situation calls for it?”

“I’m crippled,” she snapped, unimpressed. “Don’t you understand what that means?” Her expression shifts into that fake innocence she wore so casually before. She blinks her big eyes at him, and speaks slowly as if to help him understand. “If Monaka finds herself in a dangerous situation... She’ll just be killed. Because she can’t run away.”

“That’s such a despairing way to think.” He tutted at her. “And not in a productive way. You’re very gifted with robotics, Monaka-chan. Technology is capable of many incredible things.”

“I had myself checked, you know,” she huffed. “The issue isn’t with my legs but my spine. Even with prosthetics, I won’t be able to walk.”

He does remember that. He remembers being impressed with Monaka’s ability to build it. She had muttered something about canceled plans, but had scowled when he prodded.

“I see. That’s a shame. It’s most unfortunate. But...”

“I shouldn’t let that stop me?” Her brows raise. “Really?”

“Really,” he repeated sincerely.

“You’re awful. You’re almost worse than the Towas.” She shakes her head, pressing buttons to make her chair turn from him. “I’ve decided I don’t want to talk or listen to you anymore.”

“I guess we can take a break,” he says lightly, breezily. “But I think first aid is still something you should know about, Monaka-chan.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend to go bother? Leave me alone.”

He hit a brick wall for the time being, but he saw the twitch in Monaka’s pointed frown and puffy cheeks. So he kept smiling and nodded before waving her off. She does not wave back.

What a difficult child, but...

--

“She’s very brilliant, even if her attitude could use adjustments,” he finds himself saying. “That said, it’s understandable, isn’t it? She hasn’t exactly lived the kindest life. Not that I quite understand what she must be going through.” His laugh, then, is a self-deprecating one. “I barely knew my own parents.”

“Are you really serious about raising that girl?” Kamukura asks, and he is sewing up a blanket that Monaka ripped during one of her temper tantrums. Komaeda, fixated on the elegant motions of his fingers, hummed at the words.

“Of course I am. Out of all of those children, Monaka-chan was the closest to her. And Komaru-san has already deviated from the path.” What a disappointment that had been. Not that he cares much anymore. “Admittedly while I am confident in my knowledge about her...”

Taking care of a child is...quite the undertaking.

“Monaka-chan is intelligent enough to be self-sufficient,” he recalls. “But she is still a child. And it will take years of maturation before she’s an adult worthy to take that wretched girl’s place.”

“Do you really think this state of the world will last however many years it takes?” Kamukura asked, not looking at him. “What a boring thought. It will not be the case. Not with her influence waning.” A pause. “Unless you think she will reap despair anew. The effect will be hindered either way. So boring.”

“Ahahaha, leave it to Kamukura-kun to be a buzzkill,” he chirped, unperturbed. “If her despair is great enough, nothing else will matter.”

“So single-minded and short-sighted as always.” Kamukura bites the thread, and he finishes up. The stitching is perfect, as expected. “Well it is not like I predicted any different.”

“You just like to scold me.” Komaeda puffed his cheeks out in a manner akin to Monaka. “You have a childish sense of humor.”

“Hmph.” Kamukura glanced at him, expression smoothed over. “I only remain here out of boredom. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“Sure, sure.”

You’re always saying that. I’m not so naïve to doubt it.

--

“I’m tired! I’m hungry! I want Mont Blanc!”

“You could have the Monokuma units prepare it, then. Unless...?”

“I don’t want to eat something prepared by a robot!” Monaka’s lower lip jutted out further. “Homemade is better.”

“I understand,” he chirped, even though he didn’t. “Alright, then.”

Monaka tended to make a lot of unreasonable requests when she was upset. It was always best to just cater and move on, even when she inevitably got more upset with his subpar results. He didn’t really mind. Kotoko had taken to disappointment better, but this was simply to be expected when dealing with a child.

He really doesn’t mind, even when he still finds himself at a complete loss in the kitchen.

“Okay, so...pinecones, right...?”

“You have it wrong.”

“Oh.”

He doesn’t really mind Kamukura’s sudden intervention, either.

“Why do you take on tasks that you know you are unsuited for?” Kamukura looks at him blankly. “It is irrational.”

“If you’re asked to do something, you should do it even if you’re no good at it,” Komaeda hummed, taking the alcohol. Kamukura smacks it from his hand. It clangs, but thankfully doesn’t break. “Aha! So harsh!”

That actually does annoy me a little.

“You are hopeless in this skillset. You should have requested my assistance.”

“She said she didn’t want something prepared by a robot,” Komaeda pointed out kindly.

“I am not a robot. I was made in a lab, yes, but I am of flesh and blood.” Kamukura doesn’t seem the slightest bit offended, for what it was worth. “If you are left to this task, the results will be disastrous.”

“Aww, you really think so?”

“I do not think. I know.”

“Oh.” He steps aside, smile wide. “Then, by all means. You can help. I would prefer handling it on my own, but since you insist...”

Kamukura is already grabbing and measuring the ingredients. Komaeda pauses as he sweetens the pre-peeled chestnuts. For whatever reason, the image strikes him as strangely ironic.

Without looking at him, Kamukura dumps them in the saucepan among others.

“Watch carefully,” He says lowly. “This is how you make the cream.”

The cream, huh. Ah. How very strange. This feels almost—domestic.

“Monaka-chan has quite the sweet tooth, so maybe add more sugar?” Komaeda grabs without thinking. “Here you are.”

“That’s salt.”

“Oh.” He blinks down at it before setting it back aside. “So it is.”

“Hopeless,” Kamukura repeated. Komaeda bumped him with his shoulder, and he wasn’t the slightest bit moved. “We will have to make muffins as well.”

“Mm.” He watches Kamukura flick on the oven. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re focused,” he explained, smile twisting. “You definitely have that house husband look. Ehehe. It’s attractive.”

Kamukura just blinks at him.

“At last that’s how it feels,” Komaeda rambled on, flustering a little. “Maybe I’m just imagining it.”

“We are cooking for a child, I suppose that is akin to a family unit,” Kamukura murmured. “However, that child is not one you feel paternal towards.”

Komaeda stills, mulling that over, thinking of Monaka’s puffy face.

“...my parents were rather absent,” he finds himself saying. “Monaka-chan’s father was neglectful. I wonder if either of us even know what being part of a family was like.”

“I lack the experience as well, but studies show that this is similar enough,” Kamukura removes the saucepan, letting it cool before pouring it into the blender. “Well, this is but a fleeting experience.”

“I suppose that’s true...”

Why does that irritate me?

“It’s nice.” Komaeda swallowed. The machine whirled. “It’s definitely nice.” Once finished, Kamukura stores the cream so that it can chill. Komaeda feels too anxious to just sit still so he hurriedly moves. “I’ll get the batter for the muffins.”

Kamukura’s gaze is intense on his back. He wonders if that’s really just because the other is making sure what he grabs is correct.

It’s true that my only intention is to create an Ultimate Despair that surpasses her.

It takes him a few times, but he finds it. Kamukura quickly takes over from there.

That once Monaka-chan becomes that Ultimate Despair, from there I expect a true radiant hope to appear.

Komaeda watches as Kamukura mixes, putting that Ultimate Pastry Chef talent to good use.

And once that happens...

Kamukura pours them in the cups. And he puts them in the oven.

Once that happens...

There’s a sweet smell in the air. It’s rather warm, and yet, Komaeda’s arms wrap around himself tightly.

What will become of Monaka-chan then, exactly?

He thinks of how she died. With a disgusting, satisfied smile. He never wants to see despair look so happy ever again.

But the idea of Monaka forlorn and miserable—he doesn’t think he wants that, either.

She can be redeemed, a voice reminds him in the back of his mind. But then, that wouldn’t make her Ultimate Despair, would it? What good can be found in despair as anything other than a stepping stone?

Kamukura mixes whipping cream and sugar, and he’s just not sure.

I suppose—it would be better to just sit back and see how things turn out. Because hope will win in the end, I can relax. I can just...relax.

“You are tense, Nagito.”

He flinches, even though Kamukura’s tone is soft and more of a low murmur.

“I... It’s really nothing.” He wonders why it is that he has such difficulty relaxing now with these thoughts swirling in his mind—when before it hadn’t been nearly as difficult. “Mm. I guess if you’re done with that. All we can do is wait for the muffins to bake among...other things. I suppose.”

“You suppose correctly,” Kamukura answered simply. He meets his gaze. “Once muffins are baked, you may alert her.”

“Alright.” Until then... Until then... “Kamukura-kun, she’s probably going to want more pastries, so...would you mind staying around for a while?”

“I suppose I can.”

Kamukura doesn’t even miss a beat. Komaeda wonders why, but he’s gracious all the same.

“Thank you.”

For whatever reason—I want things to remain for a little while longer.

--

And afterwards, when Monaka seemed to enjoy the Mont Blanc so much that she was annoyed by it, Komaeda felt his smile widen.

Just a while longer.

“This is so sweet it makes me sick,” she grumbles. “But you two are worse. Quit looking at Komae—Servant-nii-san like that. Creep.”

Kamukura does look away when he glances over, confused.

“Even if you two are a lovey-dovey couple, I don’t want to see it,” Monaka griped.

Lovey-dovey... Like parents...? Ah, no, just what am I thinking? I’m already being so overindulgent.

Komaeda idly grips his wrist, where the bandages were. He thinks about the hideous stitching, and how that could possibly compare to his and Kamukura Izuru’s relationship.

It’s for a hopeful future...nothing more. Nothing less. Still.

His eyes fell shut.

I hope we can all be happy. Something like that.

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bodyguard au and teacher au!! i love ur fics, ur one of my favorite writers!!

This is longer than I meant but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Thanks for sending in another ask to specify what couple! Hope you enjoy!

Bodyguard AU/Teacher AU fusion AU

Will is the son of a Very Important Man, Apollo of Sun Banking who serves as the CEO of the company, which means Will grew up very….sheltered. Not many opportunities to make friends, at least. 

When Will is around 28 years old, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and teaching Biology at the local private boarding school, his father starts receiving very detailed threats involving his oldest surviving son (Michael and Lee’s death, years prior, only makes Apollo more protective. At a distance, of course).

Apollo has the amazing idea of hiring his children each their own protection. Not a problem for the already guarded younger kids, but Will and his few older sisters are completely unprotected.

And wouldn’t you know it, Apollo’s been recently recommended Underworld Protection Services, who agree to track down the problem and take care of it.

While also providing bodyguards.

Nico di Angelo is one of the successful guards in the entire company, and of course, Apollo insists on the best.

Will is….not happy. He’s a teacher for Christ’s sake, he can’t just have someone following in his step every moment of the day, He has meetings. He has tutoring hours. He has a classroom guinea pig to take care of. He cannot drag along a random threatening figure to any of these.

Nico absolutely does not care about any of this. He has a job, and he’s the best for a reason and that reason is not because he lets his clients go off gods-know-where at any hours of the day.

Nico also insists on moving into Will’s tiny apartment until the threat has been neutralized. Which. Is that really necessary? Who knows.

((it’s not))

Anyway. 

Will is definitely not pleased towards Nico’s company at all, and yes, he’s fully aware how petty he’s being considering it’s not Nico’s fault at all but still. Not pleased.

And his coworkers and school officers were briefed on the situation. It’s not something they’re exactly advertising, considering the number of pre-teens and teens surrounding them, but all of them are expecting Nico. Some even somewhat befriend him, mostly through the lunch hour fast food runs (Nico prefers the #2 from the local McDonalds, and the #9 from the Wendy’s, the receptionist quickly learn)

And Will is still incredibly frustrated with Nico. He’s always there.

In the mornings, they wake together (Nico even insists they share a room although he uses the fold-out cot)

They make coffee and sip it until their eyes are fully open (although the one time they heard a crash on the fire escape, a bird they later learned, Nico had woken fully in half a second and had Will pushed behind him and his weapon drawn in the next)

They go into the school together (where Nico sits, bored, through Will’s lectures although always follows directions if Will asks him to be his lab assistant)

They eat lunch together (usually packed by Will nowadays because he refuses to watch Nico eat fast-food every day, and Nico always gets salami and swiss just like he likes it)

They go home (the afternoon traffic is a bitch, but Will lets Nico plays his own spotify and it’s kind-of-sort-of hilarious to watch his tough (and incredibly fit, he has to add) bodyguard let loose to an 80s playlist he swears his old roommates made him)

They eat dinner (Nico usually cooks because he likes to and Will is mostly useless when to comes to something other than eggs and assembling sandwiches)

And they watch TV (Will is showing Nico Game of Thrones and the Red Wedding is coming up and Will is dying to see Nico’s reaction)

Then it’s bedtime (brushing their teeth next to each other, making faces in the mirror, and talking until Will realizes what time it is and forces them to be quiet until morning so they aren’t snoozing on their morning alarm)

And Will is completely frustrated with Nico always being there until he realizes that he really, really isn’t anymore.

So. Queue freakout.

And here’s the part of the fic Will goes distant, starts making up excuses and stops talking to him and maybe they even stop watching their shows together. It’s just Nico’s job, after all, and once the threat is taken care of he’ll leave and Will’s going to be alone in his tiny apartment that will never have felt so big and empty.

And all of this comes together one night, before some big school event that the parents are coming up for, that Will is up late preparing for. Nico had already gone to bed, alone because they’re not talking until 2 am anymore, and Will had insisted he would think better alone (he doesn’t)

Going over all his supplies and notes, Will realizes he’s out of paperboard for the welcome sign to his classroom. And he needs a welcome sign. Needs one.

And Nico’s already asleep, has been for a few hours now. And the 24-hour drugstore on the corner has a small arts and crafts section he knows has an array of colors.

It’s a 15, maybe 20-minute trip, max.

There’s no need to wake Nico up, right? Will’s going to be on his own soon enough anyway. He’s a 28-year-old man, he can make a trip to the store on his own despite how pissed Nico will be about it in the morning. 

So Will goes, in pajama pants and a flip flops, and almost makes it to the store. He can see the glowing lights from where he’s walking.

But. Almost.

You see, the reason why Nico’s one of the best bodyguards is because he’s known for never leaving his clients sides. And in a fight, he’s sure to win. Not many people want to go against him, and there are always easier targets.  

Seeing a di Angelo client alone is like catching gold from the sky. And Will’s always had horrible luck.

He doesn’t even see the black-covered figures until they’re in front of him, darker weapons weighing down their hands, and all Will has on him are his keys, his wallet, and an empty pack of gum.

He doesn’t even notice them until one of them has a gun shoved in his face.

God, he thinks, I can’t believe I’m dying for a welcome sign.

Except, of course he’s not. Because Nico wouldn’t be the best if he also wasn’t an extremely light sleeper, who was jerking up in bed just as the door clicked shut. He was a few minutes behind, but he’s there and he’s got the element of surprise.

When Will’s been pushed aside, and Nico’s gun has gone hot and heated, and they are surrounded by blood and huddled figures Nico took out with talent, timing, and luck, they look to each other, wide-eyed. A bit unbelieving. Until -

“You fucking idiot,” Nico snarls, grabbing onto Will’s shoulder and resisting the urge to shake him like a rag doll. “You could have been killed!”

And for a moment, Will forgets about the bodies around them, surely bleeding out for the last time, and he forgets that this is only Nico’s job, and about the threat, and about what almost happened, and he completely forgets about that fucking paperboard.

And as Nico’s hands grip his shoulders, Will does the only thing he can do and pushes his face up for a hard, twisting crush of their lips.

It’s heated and hot and a bit too dry from Nico’s sleeping-breath. It’s messy. It’s perfect.

And Nico jerks away suddenly, taking a few steps back, and Will can’t help the rock of dread that fills his stomach. Until -

“Your apartment,” Nico pants out, fumbling for Will’s hand and gripping it. “Let’s finish this at home.”

Will never does pick up that welcome sign.

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We’re The Jones’ | Chapter 65 |

Rated T for Fluff Trigger Warnings: Death Mention.

Featuring David Jones and his domestic life. Meeting the lady of his life and building a home and family with her…

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Sun blaring, clouds parting to reveal a blissful array of blue skies above. Only the occasional cloud dotted about, otherwise clear and bright weather marked the beginning of the day for them, and for many of the New Yorkers around. It made way for plenty of plans to go ahead, and brought more people outside together. No immediate need presented for them to drag the curtains closed and ignore the gloom, it was a day to relax, and enjoy, the weather did so much to determine the behaviour of the surrounding populous. Not many could be bothered to brave the storms, the snow, the gales of hounding winds, or simply the rain itself. Something about grey clouds and darker skies, made most frown and hide in a blanket. Some unfortunate workers didn’t have much of a choice however, clogging through, despite the bitter chills, in rain macs and wellington boots alike. Umbrellas. Oh how many umbrellas ended up deserted in these such times, ditched in a hedge, or simply, taken away by the wind itself, as mighty as it could become.

Today, it would become a true rush hour. Every creed and colour of society unveiled in such spree to get their daily shopping lists checked before the grey gloom returned. It would be bedlam down in the streets below but lucky for them, it was a perfect distance, out of reach and only to be glowered on from above if they stepped out onto the balcony. Most of the city’s ambience was just out of ear stretch in David’s cosy penthouse suite. But they had been thinking about moving into a more suitable place for the two of them. And an optimistic place for their future which included their hopeful agreement on children. It was particularly, a dream of David’s to have more children. Partially because he wanted a second chance at fatherhood, parenthood alike. His first marriage had ended a fiasco, and caught his poor son up in the loose ends. Somehow, in a miracle turn, David had gained custody of him as Angie claimed, the child’s birth was for his benefit anyway, despite it being theirs. Duncan ended up with David and one of the main reasons he was now a sober, happier man today. It had been a driving force of motivation for him to get clean so he could properly look at his son and not rely on Marrion or Coco to pick up the pieces any longer.

A new apartment was definitely close on the horizon. With the way David liked to live, it wouldn’t be too much hassle to get there either. He lived fairly minimally, with most of his furnishings, and such able to remain here for the next buyer. He had everything he needed sorted, there’d not be an endless back and forth journey to make when they did decide to move. Or not for his sake, he chuckled away when Iman mentioned it, adding cheekily, “We might need a separate van for your shoes alone.” Which was probably a fair point to make. She had mostly clothes and fashion wears to budge herself, whilst David, had most of it in storage by this point. All of his collected items, outfits that remained precious to him, artwork, everything important was stored away safely so he didn’t have to drag it around with him. The idea of this apartment had been purely somewhere to rest when he finished touring, because he was often out and about, meeting people, going places, down the studio. His home space was simple, and filled with only the essential items he’d need to survive and relax back once the work was done and there was some time to fill. It was his place of sanctum when he needed to shy away from the limelight for a bit but he didn’t stay in it often with all his moving about, and his other homes. It was one of the many locations he could find himself in. All until he met Iman of course, shortly after they met, he had decided to sell his tuck-away apartment in Australia and look to find a bigger place here, in New York.

It was somewhere he’d always wanted to settle, and now the city meant something to him truly, it’s where he’d met his wife, his true love. It was definite in him, since the moment they met, and he’d certainly pursued it with all his heart and desire on show. He also thought of it in a long-term perspective, unlike many things he did, this was permanent for him, he was getting on in life and he needed to settle down and make a family with someone before the chance passed him by and he was too senile and slow to hope to.

Shortly after the sun had risen fully, and the clouds had parted, the two started to stir from their deep sleep and fidget around the bed as they slowly landed back on Earth and started to regain their consciousness. Iman was always the first one to actually wake up, unless David had trouble sleeping, in which, she would wake just to find him and bring him back to bed. He often sleepwalked around the house without even realising it and ended up asleep on the carpet, so she was aware of his activeness and kept a close eye on him. Not that he seemed to mind the carpet at all, but the absence of his warmth, his face against her chest, or neck. Iman had gotten used to him wrapping himself around her whilst they slept. He started out comfortably laid next to her, and ended up waking up almost on top of her.

Her eyes had opened but she was too cosy, and sleepy to want to move just yet. She checked the bedside clock for the time, it wasn’t even 6am yet but a normal, bog standard time for them. Early risers when they had something planned, a good early start to the day. Except, David had to neck about four cups of coffee before he even left the house. He would otherwise, rather lay back down and snooze until midday, happily so in fact. He was a heavily motivated person, but he did love his sleep, especially with a beautiful woman to cuddle. What sane man wouldn’t just love that?

“Iman?”

His voice came softly, making her aware that he was actually awake, because he’d barely lifted a finger, not a sign out of him until the mumbling against her neck told her otherwise. He then budged slightly, only to move his head so he could look up at her with his sleepy squint and smirk at her, such a cheeky look he had and used to his advantage often. It was a cocky, confident kind of cheeky, but not in your face. It shouldn’t work so well on her, but it really did, it always did. Just one look and she was at his mercy, and he got away with it too. His swells of confidence were rather attractive to her, because he was usually rather mellow, the cheeky side was just an underlying feature, but it made it’s occasional appearances.

“Yes, darling?”

She replied, stroking his hair from his face with her eyes now upon his. She felt his hand searching for hers under the quilt and grasped it gently, entwining fingers. Last night was still fresh on their minds. It was a very interesting turn of events. From weeping upon her shoulder, to a gentle harmony, hours of raw affection and long-winded sex. But it certainly cheered him up, and gave his mind something else to feast upon rather than spending the day festering upon the other event it shared. His father’s death had affected him heavily in his teen years. He was closer to his father than his mother by a long shot, so losing him was very rough on him, and it had always been a very sensitive point for David. He never spoke about his family, particularly, not his father. Maybe in the odd moment he would reminisce to her and talk of the better times they did have. Which were few and far between, the way his home dynamics had worked as a kid, growing up in a poor household. So much money stress it was unbearable.

“I love you.”

David whispered with a glint in his eyes, pulling her hand up to kiss at it gently, a smug smile upon his face. Iman smiled back with raised brows, she couldn’t tell whether he was still asleep or not. She had been expecting a strange, out of the blue question, or something else, not a simple gesture of love. Perhaps he was still half asleep, maybe he thought he was still dreaming. Not that she’d complain, it made her perk up, and reach down to kiss him, naturally she responded with equal affection.

“I love you too.”

She whispered to him, still wondering where it’d came from. But then, after last night, maybe this was their first spoken words since. There had been no conversation, only action and physical affection.

“I was just dreaming about you…”

He smirked, he was squinting at her in such a funny way, like he was trying to suss something out. Yep. Definitely still waking up. Maybe this was what he thought, the tail end of his dream, becoming vivid before he’d finally, actually wake up to a gloomy sky, cold breeze, sleeping fiancee.

“It was… almost like a nightmare.. I, imagined you were marrying somebody else and I was invited…”

He frowned with a jealous pout, he would definitely feel very envious of another man getting to marry his wife-to-be. Even if they’d never met properly, he’d known of her, and always been attracted to her, ever since the first time he laid eyes upon her, back in the theatre.

“Then I woke up..”

He snorted, grinning like a cheshire cat, to which she giggled too and stroked his hair affectionately.

“I’m marrying you, nobody else.”

Iman said simply with a matching grin, a strange dream indeed, but then maybe it was just a manifest of his anxiety. The anxiety of him not having this fate, of marrying her, and never meeting her but having to watch her marry away to another man from a distance.

“Are we going home-viewing again today or?”

David asked after their moment was over, and he had shifted off of her, to sit up next to her, grabbing his watch and sliding it onto his bare wrist. His eyes shifting over to the bright skies outside, making him squint again. He wore sunglasses often, his eyes were particularly sensitive to the light. Especially on days like this, as any normal person, but also on some of the grey days too. Some days were better, some worse. The weather didn’t really seem to factor into his need to shield his eyes away, they were just tender sometimes, more than other times.

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea. But I need to go into work this morning and sort some stuff out there before we do. I thought you were going to the studio?”

Iman replied, watching him shift about.

“I am but I was thinking, we could meet for lunch, and go after that. I’m not that busy, just need to see Tony and sort a few things out before anything else. The soundtracks I did are due out soon but we thought we may as well compile it into an album too. Also, working on a new project for the wedding, so I’ll have to talk to him about that.”

David explained, thinking about the day and how it’d work out depending on their schedules. Sometimes they didn’t see each other until the evening because they were out doing other things. Iman was retired from modelling now, thankfully, but she still did some photoshoots and had a business to keep in check.

“Of course. I’ll have to go in a little earlier today then, I think there’s a meeting at nine and then after that I’ll be able to sort everything else out and meet you.”

Iman nodded, thinking about her day too, which was usually less booked up than his. He hadn’t reached full workaholic mode yet since they met. Or not to the extent she’d been told of. But he was quite involved in his music. There were days when he was in his office for the majority just playing various instruments, working out melodies and writing various lyrics down when they came to him. He was always preparing for a new album, the content didn’t stop flowing from him, it was part of him really. He carried a pen with him everywhere, and more recently, a small pocket sized notepad too because Iman always told him off for scribbling all over his hands and arms. Once a lyric came to him he had to write it down in case he forgot it so he would usually just resort to jotting it down on his hands and arms. But she was right, getting him a notepad was a good idea.

“Where shall we say? I can come and meet you outside the offices if you’d like.”

David offered and she nodded his way.

“Yes I’m not sure what time i’ll be out so just come in and ask for me. I’m sure they know you by now.”