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eomayas · 10 months

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cream soda • bbh [req]

pairing: idol!baekhyun x MUA!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! fluff

synopsis: reader is a makeup artist for exo and likes baekhyun in eyeshadow, and he notices

warnings: p in v, pwp (slow burn), teasing, fingering, pet names (baby & good girl), baekhyun being sexy in eyeshadow

a/n: i got 3 different smut requests for cream soda teaser #1 baekhyun 😭 so here you go i hope you all like it! thank you for the requests and support 🩷

his eyeshadow smudges easily due to your hands being shaky. you hope he doesn’t notice, but doubt that he does because he’s busy tapping away at his phone. you swallow and keep working the brush over his eye, blending out the dark colors to create a smoky eye.

you allow yourself to sneak glances at him while he’s preoccupied with his phone. every so often, you’ll glance at him through the mirror, pretending you’re fixing your own appearance but really you’re looking at him.

“okay,” you say, setting the brush down and leaning back from him. “i think i’m done.” you say. he looks up from his phone and gives you a smile. your stomach flips and you swallow thickly, glancing away from him for a brief moment.

“you think? how do i look?” he ask, leaning around you to examine himself in the mirror before settling back with his gaze on you. he looks sexy, edible, and if you had a different relationship, maybe you’d tell him so.

“you look nice, baekhyun,” you say, keeping your true thoughts and feelings to yourself. he smiles quizzically up at you, running a hand through his hair.

“just nice?” he’s playing with you now, you can see it in his features and hear it in his tone. your pulse quickens—he’s figured you out. was it that obvious? you don’t know—you feel caught, cornered. “cause i think i look good.” he adds, the emphasis on the word “good” making you let out a breath. so maybe he hadn’t caught you and figured you out. maybe your thoughts weren’t written across your forehead.

you nod curtly and step away from him, turning around to fix your station. “you do,” you say quietly. you hear baekhyun shift behind you, his presence looming over you. again, your stomach flips and you make the mistake of looking up into the mirror where he’s already looking at you, a smirk on his face.

“what was that?” baekhyun asks, a knowing look on his face. your cheeks burn and you snap the makeup box closed and sidestep away from him, putting a healthy gap of distance between the two of you.

“they’re waiting on you,” you say, not meeting his eye. luckily his name is shouted and he actually has to leave, so you’re able to slump against the counter and catch your breath. you’re always paired up with baekhyun for styling, and recently your interactions have gotten more and more…tense.

you don’t know if you should call it a crush because you’re both professionals, and your job would be on the line. but you’ve always had a thing for him and his silly, flirty ways. he’s always kind to you, asking how you’re doing and seeming truly interested. he’s been like this since you first started working as a makeup artist for exo, teasing and joking with you while you worked on his face. you were bound to catch feelings for him with the way you saw him constantly and the interactions you had.

after cleaning up your station, you assist anybody else who needs their makeup done. the rest of exo has always been kind as well, but you don’t have a similar relationship with them like you do with baekhyun. they’re all polite and professional, and don’t teeter too close to the edge of flirting under the guise of a joke with you.

when you finish helping out, you decide to walk around the set to busy yourself. baekhyun is still getting his photos taken, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you look over at him from afar. baekhyun is attractive, simply put. he’s confident and playful, but right now he’s flat out sexy.

you find yourself skulking over close to the shoot, standing a few feet behind the photographer. you watch baekhyun, unable to take your eyes off of him as he smizes at the camera. he captures the attention of everybody, the other staff members oohing and aahing him as he poses for the camera. if you had half a brain, you’d probably join in, but, professionalism.

you’re snapped out of your baekhyun daze when your name is yelled with authority. “y/n! we need touch ups!” you blink yourself back to reality, looking up and finding everybody looking at you, including baekhyun. he has a smirk on his face, and you feel heat creeping up your neck and face. you part your lips, ready to apologize, but nothing comes out. instead, you rush over to your station to retrieve your brushes.

sidling up to baekhyun, you examine his face, forcing your brain to be in work mode. he talks above your head to one of his members, twisting his head everywhere you don’t need him to be. “baekhyun, could you…” you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “baekhyun.” you say louder and as he turns to you, you catch his chin in your hand to steady his face to do your work.

baekhyuns eyes stay laser-focused on you. you swallow nervously and gently dab at his face, fixing whatever smudges he’s accrued ever since he started shooting. “your hands are shaking,” he murmurs, and you quickly let go of his chin, your grip on the powder press tightening between your fingers. “are you nervous?” he asks, leaning down a bit closer—too close. but legend has it that it makes it easier for you reach him.

“no,” you lie, gently tilting his head to the other side. you go to remove your hand from his jaw, but captures your wrist and keeps it there. your breath hitches in your throat, and you glance around the set to see if anybody is watching. “baekhyun, wh-what are you d-doing?” you stammer, frozen in place.

“helping you. this makes it easier, right? if i move?” he makes a dramatic example of pulling his face away from your hand and moving his head around wildly, before placing it back in your hold, and trying to move to show the differences.

he smiles at you, his cheek resting nicely in your palm. under different circumstances, you feel he might kiss. hell, you feel like he might still, with his close proximity and the way you catch his eyes flick down to your lips quickly.

you blink away your feelings and his gaze, and quickly finish up his face. “done,” you say, letting go of his face and taking a step back.

“do i still look nice?” he jokes, straightening and look down at you. you blush and glance away from him, nodding your head.

“yes, baekhyun, you do,” you say. he chuckles and shuffles away, going back to pose for the camera. you take one last look at him and sigh, your heart slamming against your ribcage.

you’re afforded a break, but before you leave to go out, you pick up your station again. you move slowly so you’ll have more time to yourself, organizing your brushes and foundations by color. you wipe up the counter with disinfecting wipes, even the chair, just to kill time.

picking up the box you keep your supplies in, you walk it over to the storage closet and take your time in there too. it doesn’t need to be organized by any means; any open space on the shelves will work, but you decide to arrange it next to the other staff members items, alphabetizing it properly.

a knock at the door makes you jump and you freeze for a second, praying it’s not your boss or one of the managers coming to yell at you for taking too long to go on your break. you gulp and gingerly step away from the shelf, grabbing the knob to open the door. to your relief, it’s not your boss. but to your surprise, it is baekhyun.

“yes?” you say, gripping onto the door for dear life. you look up at him with wide eyes, shock written all over your face. he smirks at you and you wish he would stop, because all day it’s made you feel things and now that he’s here, in a tiny closet with you and nobody else, you feel exposed.

“i just need some makeup wipes,” he says, leaning forward on his toes. you look up at him, slightly dumbfounded. he could have asked any other person on the set for those—they’re everywhere.

“oh, okay,” you say, turning around and grabbing your box. baekhyun steps inside the closet behind you and you glance at him over your shoulder when the door closes. you two lock eyes and you start to feel hot, chest and face burning now that you’re completely alone.

you clumsily open your makeup box and a few things spill out. “i got it,” he says when you start to bend down. you squeak out a ‘thanks’ and dig pull out the makeup wipes.

when you turn around, you’re met with his exposed chest and the necklaces that rest nicely on it. your feet stay rooted to the floor and eyes stuck on his clavicle, unable to move with how close he is. your chest moves up and down faster than you’d like, nearly touching his with the pace you’re breathing.

“here you go,” he says, his voice low and deeper than before. your eyes drag up his neck, up his jaw to his lip and nose, and finally to his eyes. your breath gets taken away with how he looks, especially with his dark eye makeup.

baekhyun wiggles the fallen brush in his hand, like he’s teasing you. you pluck it from his fingers, the brush shaking between your thumb and forefinger. you offer him the pack of makeup wipes in return, and place the brush back in it’s proper place.

your heartbeat rings in your ears. the tension is thick in the room, and you can’t turn back around to face him. you can barely handle him in public, and now that here’s here with you, alone, you’re not sure you’re going to last.

“y/n,” you feel him behind you, mere centimeters away. if you turn, you’ll bump into him—that’s how small this room is and how close he is to you. you audibly suck in a breath and wring your fingers together in front of you.

turning around, your shoulder comes in contact with his hard chest. he’s closer than ever, looming over you. his makeup is still on, but he holds a wipe in his hand. he extends it to you and you look down at it before meeting his eyes. “you want me to do it?” you ask. you’ve done it countless times before, but it’s different now, because he sought you out. and, again, you’re alone.

he nods. “yes,” he says. you take the makeup wipe and clutch it in your hand. you expect him to lean forward, but he doesn’t so you grab his face like you did before, your eyes roaming everywhere but his. “am i making you uncomfortable?” he asks as you start wiping one side of his face, saving the eyeshadow for last so you can bask in his sexiness for awhile longer.

“no,” you reply honestly.

“are you sure?” he asks.

you nod. “it’s not the word i would use to describe how i feel right now,” your voice is quiet, but he hears you perfectly. you feel him smirk underneath your palm and your stomach flips.

“no?” you shake your head. “what word would you use to describe how you’re feeling, then?” he asks. you slide your eyes to his, your hand stilling against the side of his face. his eyes urge you to respond, to tell him how you feel and you want to, you really do.

baekhyun drags his eyes down to your mouth and let’s them stay there for a moment, making it so obvious compared to earlier when you caught him. “baekhyun…” you say, your voice hoarse.

“that’s my name,” he mumbles, eyes back on yours. your lips part, unsure of what to say, or what’s really going on between the two of you. his face is mostly done, sans for his nose and his eye makeup. you close your mouth and get back to work, ignoring the storm happening in your head.

you let out a small sigh as you get to his eyes, barely rubbing off the makeup. “you like it,” he says matter-of-factly. you only nod and keep gently wiping away at his eyes.

“it looks nice,” you compliment. baekhyun softly grabs onto your elbow, halting your movements.

“then leave it on,” he says. you press your lips together and let your arm fall to your side, the other hand still resting on his cheek. he looks into your eyes deeply, and you manage to keep your eyes on him for the first time today. his eyes go back down to your mouth and he lets out a breath. “can i kiss you?” he asks and the question catches you so off guard that you take a step backwards, dropping your hand from his face.

“w-what?” you stutter. baekhyun sobers immediately straightening up and putting some distance between the two of you.

“y/n, im sorry. i didnt mean to make you uncomfortable—shit, fuck—i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to overstep,” he reaches for the handle and you panic. you didn’t step away from him because he made you uncomfortable, you were just shocked at his forwardness. he doesn’t know how badly you want him to kiss you.

“baekhyun, wait,” you say, grabbing his hand. the doorknob stills in his hand as he looks at you, at your hand holding onto his. “i’m not uncomfortable.” you say, looking into his eyes to emphasize that this really is okay. “i… you can kiss me. i want you to.” you say, swallowing the lump on your throat.

baekhyuns shoulders relax, rolling back. “are you sure?” he asks.

“yes.”

he closes the distance between you, taking your face between his hands. he looks down at you with an intense stare that has your knees getting weak. baekhyun strokes your cheek softly with his thumb before dipping his head down and pressing his sweet lips to yours.

you’re breathless again, your hands finding purchase on his forearms to hold yourself steady. he kisses you slowly, like he’s waiting for you to pull back at any second. you want more, so you skip your tongue into his mouth, baekhyun catching on quickly and letting go of your face to grab you by the waist and pull you closer.

your arms are around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. you can’t really believe that you’re kissing him—it feels surreal.

but you know it’s not when he groans against your lips. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this,” he says, biting your bottom lip, holding it between his teeth for a moment before letting it go and looking at you with dark eyes.

you’re unsure of how to respond; if you should be honest and tell him the same or play it cool. you decide to just kiss him, hoping he understands that you feel the same if you weren’t doing a good job at conveying it earlier.

you and baekhyun get caught in a weird space, his hands sliding up and down your body, groping your ass but never trying to do anything more than that. he keeps his lips on you, never trying to kiss your neck and you do the same. baekhyun is playing everything safe, offering you an out at every chance. a part of you wants to just tell him that he can do whatever he wants with you, to you, but the other wants to keep it in this space, to not complicate it. but you really can’t help yourself, not when you have him like this.

you move your lips from his mouth to his jaw and down his neck, kissing every inch of exposed skin that his open shirt gives you. you silently thank his stylists and whoever created this outfit.

you kiss down his chest, your hands moving to unbuckle the belt that holds his flimsy shirt together. you fumble with it for a moment before you manage to get it off, and baekhyun makes no move to help you. he likes seeing you eager and desperate for him, because he feels the exact same way.

his shirt falls open and you drag your hands down his chest, tracing your fingertips over the ridges of his abs. you drag your hands down lower, stopping at the waistband of his pants that rest an inch below his belly button. “what do you want to do, y/n?” he asks you, pulling your closer to him by your ass.

you only shrug. you’ll do anything. “whatever you want,” you say, meaning it. baekhyun pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and shakes his head slightly. he can’t believe this moment, you. and he doesn’t know what he wants more, you on your knees or him buried deep inside of you, watching you fall apart on him.

baekhyun reconnects your lips, this time kissing you with more want. his fingers work quickly to unbutton your pants and shove his hand down the front of you, pressing his fingers against your clothed core. wetness coats the center and his chest swells with pride when your lips part to let out a gasp when he starts rubbing the material into you.

he kisses on your neck and pushes your pants down farther so he can have more access to you. pushing your panties to the side, baekhyun slips two fingers between your folds and you widen your stance, desperate for his touch. a quiet groan leaves your lips when he slides his fingers into your soaking core, your gummy walls inviting him in easily.

you pant as he works his fingers into you. your hands hold onto his shoulders and you lurch forward when he adds another finger into the mix, his thumb rubbing on your clit as hell. “baek- shh,” he says lowly, kissing your lips to keep your quiet. your clench around his fingers and moan against his mouth. “keep quiet, baby. don’t want to get caught, do you?” the use of the pet name makes you whimper and baekhyun narrows his eyes at you.

“s-sorry,” you squeak, putting one of your own hands against your mouth to quiet yourself. your strain, but it’s muffled enough for baekhyuns satisfaction and he keeps working his fingers in and out of you. he rubs at your clit and that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach tightens. your grab onto his shoulder tighter, hoping he understands that you’re close to reaching your climax.

you squeeze his fingers and baekhyun nips at your neck. “you’re close, aren’t you, baby? are you gonna cum for me? all over my fingers?” he mumbles in your ear, gently biting your earlobe. his voice and his words, and the fact that he keeps calling you baby are enough to send you over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut as you release all over his fingers. “that’s right, just like that. good girl.” you don’t like to imagine how pathetic you look when you throw yourself around him, resting your face in his shoulder and gently biting him to quiet yourself.

baekhyun pulls his fingers out of you and you sigh at the loss of contact. you manage to stand up on your shaky legs, holding onto one of the shelves for support. he starts to unbutton his pants but sops himself to look up at you. “i’m on birth control. and i’m clean,” you say quickly and he gives you a small smile.

“good to know, and so am i,” he says, pulling down his pants. you can’t help but gawk at the bulge in his underwear, your mouth falling open at the sheer size. you hastily step out of your pants and panties, kicking them over to the side when he’s undressed as well.

baekhyun pushes you into the wall at the back of the closet and hikes one of your legs around his hip. he lines himself himself up with you and pushes himself in, your arousal working as a lubricant and easily letting him slip inside.

you mewl out his name and he clamps a hand over your mouth. “i need you to be quiet for me,” he says, starting to thrust into you. “can you do that for me, baby? fuck.” baekhyun drives his hips into you and buried his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his own moans. unlike you, he’s more successful at keeping quiet.

all to be heard is deep breathing and skin on skin. you pray it’s not loud enough to be heard through the door, for somebody could walk in on baekhyun balls deep inside of you.

you bite down on baekhyuns palm and he pulls his hand back to shove his fingers into your mouth instead, forcing you to suck on them while he slams into you. you look at him with wide eyes and he curses, tossing his head back and hiking your leg up higher to get a slightly different angle.

his fucks into you relentlessly, chasing his own release and trying to get you to your second. you’re losing it on top of him, spit all around his fingers and some on your chin. his dark eyes look down at you and you keen at him, wanting so badly to have his lips on you again. but he can’t risk you being loud, and you can’t hold it back.

“shit, baby, i’m close. are you?” you nod and he grunts as he speeds up his thrusts. you bring a hand down to your messy core and rub at your sensitive clit, more spit leaking out of your mouth as you moan at the overwhelming feeling. “fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ baekhyun clenches his jaw as he releases into you.

he fills you up, ropes of his cum coating your insides as he stays buried in you. “fuck, you took me so well, baby,” you cum shortly after him, your arousal mixed with his own dripping down your legs. baekhyun pants and drops your leg from around his hip and you stumble, catching yourself on a shelf. “shit, you alright? can you walk?” he asks, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and then removing himself from inside of you.

“i dont know,” you whine, wanting more of him. but you both know it’s time to go back out. your break is probably almost up anyway, and you still need to eat.

baekhyun finds paper towels and cleans you up. you keep your eyes on him as he wipes in between your thighs. you almost sigh at the beautiful sight before you; his soft brown eyes a dark contrast to the dark eye makeup that’s still mainly intact. his hands and gentle beneath you and you wonder if this will last, or if after this moment you two will go back to what you had before, before this moment. or worse, if it’ll be like nothing ever happened; not this moment, or anything that came before it.

as if he can hear your thoughts, he looks up at you and gives you a small smile. he places a soft kiss on your lips and you hold him close for an extra beat. “that was fun,” he says, and just like that he’s back to being himself, not the same man that just stuck his fingers in your mouth and fucked you silly.

you nod, a small smile on your face to match his own. “we should do it again,” he says, picking up your clothes and handing them to you. it’s a silly thing to smile about, but you can’t help it. if this is how you see him again, outside of work, then fine. you’ll take what you can get.

“okay,” you say, stepping into your underwear and pants. baekhyun quickly redresses and waits for you by the door. you look up and see him holding the belt that goes around his shirt, in his hands. it’s not your job, but you take it from him and help him anyway because you would if you were out on the set right now.

“what are you doing later?” he asks as you fasten the belt around his torso. you, i hope, you think. but you just shrug and look up at him. he smiles and places a hand on your cheek. “i’ll pick you up at seven, then.”

and that’s how you get your first date with byun baekhyun.

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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 5 months

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Request from @captainswintersoldier: Can you please write a story where reader goes back in time and meets her boyfriend Bucky in the 1940s?

Word count ~3.3k

Warnings: smut, p in v, mild fingering described, angst, mention of blunt force trauma and cardiac arrest (of original characters) and some comforting Bucky at the end.

A/N: shoutout to @samodivaa for your help and support! Love you!

The mission was simple: go back and gather intel. It was a small change but the team hoped it would correct a lot of wrongs.

You were nowhere near Brooklyn, no chances of anyone recognizing you. The risks were negligible. Or so you thought. You had infiltrated the barracks under the guise of a trained nurse. It wasn’t a tall order, you had almost completed your training and you knew your stuff, but occasionally your imposter syndrome would make you feel a little anxious about your activities.

It wasn’t something that concerned you too much tonight though, as you danced at the center of a throng of burly WWII soldiers. You’d completed your mission and you could relax until the time came for you to return home. There had been multiple offers of drinks but you needed to keep your wits about you. You had duties to fulfill and a cover to maintain.

Duty did call halfway through the evening. Two inebriated soldiers had fallen victim to their own drunken rambunctiousness and one of them needed stitches to their temple. You had to tear yourself away from the festivities to suture up the intoxicated infantry recruit and now had to clean up the mess he had made in your infirmary.

As you worked you sang quietly to yourself.

“The good old days, the honest man,

The restless heart, the Promised Land,

A subtle kiss that no one sees,

A broken wrist and a big trapeze.”

You were in the process of replacing your supply of gauze supply and in your eagerness you'd picked up more than your arms could handle.

“Oh well, I don't mind if you don't mind,

'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine.

Before you go,

Can you read my mind?”

You might have been a little too enthusiastic with your hip swaying because without warning you had stepped back and stumbled over the leg of the examination couch. Several packets of gauze went flying in every direction as you fell backwards. You expected to find yourself lying on the floor, but a strong arm was wrapped around your waist and lifted you back up slowly.

A green uniform came into view and you steadied yourself on a sturdy chest before you came face to face with a pair of dazzlingly familiar blue eyes. A gasp slipped past your lips as you took in the features of the handsome young soldier holding you upright. His eyes were the same as the ones you knew and loved, except they lacked the haunted look you’d come to know. Instead you saw glimmers of mischief and excitement, and was that lust?

“Well hello there, gorgeous. You trying to read my mind?” Bucky flashed you a glittering grin.

“I- what are you doing here?”

Confusion painted your features and you extracted yourself from his arms.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. You'd checked, he wasn't supposed to be here!

“See the thing is, I couldn't just let a gorgeous woman just spend all her time here alone while everyone else is out there enjoying the party.”

His words had you blushing like a schoolgirl.

“You're not supposed to be here, Sergeant Barnes.”

“You know who I am?” His eyes lit up.

You rolled your eyes but your smile gave away the fact that you were charmed.

“I've seen you around,” you lied but your tone said something different altogether.

Stop flirting! Everything about him brought out your playful side.

“And I've definitely noticed you. I've never seen anyone as stunning as you.” He took your hand and lifted it to his chest, just around his heart.

A soft blush stained your cheeks and you could feel your heart fluttering wildly. How was he having such a powerful effect on you? This man in front of you was maybe ten years younger than you were, yet here you were swooning and melting into his arms.

“Say, if you're stuck in here, how about I bring the party to you?”

“Oh? What do you suggest?”

Bucky sauntered over to the window of the infirmary and pushed it open to let in the sound of music.

“May I have this dance?” Bucky put his hand out to you with his palm facing up as an invitation to you.

You couldn’t resist the temptation to take his hand, letting Bucky snake his arm around your waist and pull you into his chest. He smelled exquisite and you closed your eyes to take in his scent. It was only then that you realized that the fingers that he had pressed into your waist were made of flesh and bone. Bucky still had his left arm and he was holding you with it. You ran your hand along it.

“You like what you feel?” he smirked at you.

You shook your head with incredulity at how much confidence and sex appeal that was oozing off the man. It was like he was a totally different person from the man you loved. He probably was. Your Bucky had been through a huge transformation, lost everything he knew and loved. The man in front of you now was the caterpillar version of your boyfriend, but you couldn’t help but be captivated by him. Silently you let him lead as you swayed to the distant music.

As the music finally faded away, Bucky stilled but didn't let you go.

“So are we going to stand here all night?” you asked.

“It's just… I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

Ordinarily, you would never have been so bold as to speak to a man you’d just met in this sort of tone. But you knew Bucky, even if he didn’t know you. Now you were just testing his boundaries. And true to his form, Bucky leaned into you, holding you close, he pressed his lips against yours. His kiss was exquisite, familiar but different all at the same time. It was exciting and somehow terrifying. For the briefest of moments, you wondered what your boyfriend would think, before you put the thought to the back of your mind and let him kiss you again.

A few days later, you found yourself in the midst of a crisis. One of the new recruits was in the middle of a training session when he was slammed in the chest with a shield as he was brandishing a bayonet. The kid went down like a tonne of bricks, lying unconscious on the floor.

You were walking past when you heard his fellow cadets’ panicked shouts. In a flash you were at his side assessing him. A few shouts in his ear, your ear to his mouth and your fingers on his neck told you that he wasn't breathing and his heart wasn't beating.

“What happened?” you demanded from the scared men standing around watching you as you started CPR.

A few stuttered words and you extrapolated the rest. It was a long shot and you'd only ever seen them successfully perform the maneuver on television, but what the hell!

You lifted your hand and made a fist and brought it down forcefully in the center of his chest. The reaction was immediate, the young boy opened his eyes, gasping and coughing.

Your legs collapsed under you from the kneeling position you'd been in, Your heart wasn't the only thing that was pounding and you thanked your lucky stars that you'd had the guts to make the move. But your job wasn't done yet. The recruits had gathered themselves together and fetched a stretcher and carried their teammate to the infirmary. It took you around an hour to make sure the newbie was stable, but as you worked you could see Bucky hovering around out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey you.” You smiled at Bucky as you closed the door to the now stable and sleeping cadet. “You don't need to worry about Simmons, he'll be just fine.”

“Yeah, I'm sure he will be.” Bucky approached you slowly. “How’re you doing?”

“I'm alright,” you answer, finally noticing the predatory look in his eyes.

The blue of his eyes was darker than you remembered them. It made your heart skip a beat and you wondered if you too needed to be hooked up to an EKG machine like poor Simmons.

“I'm glad.”

His hand came to rest on your waist. Bucky stood in front of you. When had he gotten so close?

“Bucky?” you questioned his subtle approach.

“Hmmm?” he hummed, his other hand was on your hip.

He took another step forwards, pushing you backwards. Again and again until you were inside your office. As soon as the door closed he had you up against it, one hand on the small of your back and the other cupping your face.

“Bucky,” you muttered breathlessly. “What-”

There wasn't time for you to finish your question as his lips claimed yours with a hunger that you'd not seen from the young man before. Until now he had only been sunshine and roses with his words and demeanor.

But here and now, there was no doubt in Bucky's mind what he wanted from you. He was desperate, he was hard, he needed you. His thoughts were different, dirty, downright sinful. They poisoned his mind, like a plague. He was going to take what he wanted, right here against the wall of your infirmary.

You moaned as his lips moved down to your neck. Hands roamed your body as his hips thrusted into yours. There was no mistaking the erection he was sporting. He was making you feel like Niagara Falls under your skirt. Bucky slipped a hand underneath it, pulling aside your panties dipping his fingers inside you.

“Buck-” you tried to suppress a moan.

He answered by spreading his fingers and stretching your walls, making you whimper and whine into his neck. You dug your nails and teeth into his exposed skin as his thumb found your clit. The way he growled your name had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm and your walls fluttered around his fingers expectantly.

“Now why'd ya have to go get ahead of yourself, huh Doll?” Bucky pulled his fingers out of you and licked your essence off them.

“Bucky,” you whined. You started unbuckling his pants, pulling him free from the constraints of his briefs.

His fingers ran over your bare ass and down your thighs as you prepped him with a few pumps. He moved closer so you could line him up to your dripping entrance before he slammed into you with relative ease. You arched your back as he ran his fingers through your hair and tugged at the strands. Even after all this time, you couldn’t get used to his size. Bucky shoved his fingers in your mouth, filling it and muffling your carnal moans. His mouth was close to your ear and you could hear him mumbling a string of profanities into it along with something about how tight you were and how ruined you’d be when he was done with you.

He removed his fingers from your mouth to grab your hips again, pulling you towards him as he slammed into you repeatedly. He lifted your leg, opening you up before pushing deeper inside you. Then his tip brushed over that perfect spot inside you and your mouth was open but no sound left it. You wanted to scream but all you could do was gasp as he fucked the air right out of your lungs.

“Pleeeease.”

“Please what, Doll? Use your words, darling.” His mouth was on yours, swallowing your moans like they were the oxygen his body craved.

“Right there, Bucky. Please.”

You could feel the smirk on his lips as he thrusted his hips to hit your g-spot. And you knew the pace he was keeping would be your undoing.

“Faster Buc-”

Your young soldier had no more smart mouthed comments for you, just rocking his hips faster, his rock hard member filling you completely. Your body quivered dangerously as your orgasm built up, his cock twitched inside you. He was close too, every wanton sound pushed you closer and closer to your release, until you finally climaxed. Your walls clenched around him, legs shaking uncontrollably as he growled curses and filled you up with his white hot cum. You clutched his shoulders tightly as you both rode out your highs, panting until you felt like you could breathe again.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Bucky put a finger under your chin and tilted your face up so you were looking into his eyes.

Why did his dazzling blue eyes have this dumbfounding effect on you? Slowly and gently he pulled out of you, pulling your panties back into place.

“Don’t want to spill anything, right?” he grinned at you before turning slightly to tuck himself away.

His words made you flush in a way that you hadn’t done since he had strutted into your infirmary. Present Bucky had never spoken to you like this, he was so much more restrained than this rapscallion in front of you.

“I have to go.”

He surprised you with a deep but gentle kiss before disappearing as quickly as he had arrived, leaving you feeling a little unsettled.

The next time he came to find you was under different circumstances.

“Hey you,” you greeted him fondly, picking at the collar of his uniform jacket.

He pulled you to the side, one of his hands grazing your back while the other hand wrapped around your arm to guide you around the corner. The absence of his usual swagger should have alerted you to the oncoming storm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. “Mmm, Buck!” you murmured as you felt something hard pressed against your leg. “Not out here!”

“Well it just so happens that I have a bottle of pretty good rye in my pocket.” He smirked at you.

“Oh and here I thought you were just happy to see me.”

“I’m always happy to see you, Doll.” The smile on his face didn’t quite reach his eyes and you were well versed in reading Bucky’s face, he hadn’t changed as much as you’d originally thought.

“What’s wrong, Bucky?” you asked tentatively.

“What makes you think something is wrong?”

You run your fingers over the small ridges on his brow and around his eyes, the ones you’ve seen far more often than you ever hoped to. And now you could see them on the young soldier’s face.

“I feel like you know me better than I know myself.”

“Maybe I do,” you whispered against his lips.

The gesture was intimate but you’d suddenly been gripped by fear and you wanted to keep him close. He looked down at the floor, not making eye contact with you, his hands were stuffed in his pockets and he shuffled his feet nervously. When he finally looked back up at you, sadness shining in his beautiful blue eyes, you knew why he had come to you.

“Don’t go,” you shook your head.

Bucky sighed. “I have to, Doll.”

“Please,” you begged.

“I gotta go help my friend out, my unit.”

“I’m sure they’d manage fine without you. Stay here with me.” You were clutching at straws.

“When Captain America asks for your help, you can’t say no.”

“You can. I’m sure Steve would understand. He’s your best friend.”

“That’s exactly why I have to go. Someone needs to keep that punk’s nose out of trouble.”

Words failed you, you knew he wouldn’t stay. Not even for you. You flung your arms around his neck, your whole body trembling with fear and anxiety. “Please,” you whispered into his neck, over and over.

Bucky held you close, his hands wrapped tightly around your back until you fell silent. Eventually he pulled your arms down from his neck so he could see your face. His palms cupped your cheeks and he brushed your tears away with the tips of his thumbs.

“Don't worry, Doll. I won't be gone long.”

Fresh tears leaked from your eyes at his words. You knew the truth, what future waited for him. There was nothing more you could say that would change his actions. It would be like a leopard trying to change its spots. Not that you would try, Bucky's loyalty to his friends was one of the things you loved the most about him.

“I'll be back soon. I promise.”

You wanted to tell him not to make promises he couldn't keep but you just stood there, relishing the feeling of his left hand on your face. It felt as though time was standing still, you didn't want things to change.

But just as the thought formed in your head, the moment was interrupted by a distant yell. Bucky turned to the sound of his name being called.

“I gotta go, Doll.” He pressed his lips against yours one last time before backing away slowly until the hand he was holding couldn’t stretch any further.

He flashed you a sad smile. You closed your eyes to blink away your tears and when you opened your eyes again he was gone.

It felt like hours that you stood against the wall, it was the only thing holding you up as you reeled from the loss. The reverie you'd lost yourself in was broken by a strong vibration from the hidden device in your pocket.

It was time for you to go home.

You stumbled into your office and activated the device that would take you back to your own time.

The journey was tumultuous and you staggered out of the other side of the wormhole, collapsing straight in your boyfriend's arms. Sobs wracked your body as he held you tightly and you mumbled muffled apologies into his chest.

Bucky looked around at the others bewildered by your reaction. He felt your arms and legs looking for signs of injuries that might have upset you.

“I'm here, Doll. I'm here. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

He cradled you into his arms and carried you away from the other watching Avengers. Finally your breathing slowed and your tears dried up. You looked up at Bucky’s anxious features.

“Hey.” Bucky smiled down at you.

“Hey,” your voice squeaked as you answered him.

“Wanna talk about it? ‘Cause not gonna lie, Doll, I'm kinda worried. What happened?”

“You weren't… you weren't supposed to be there.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were there, Buck.”

“I was?”

“You don't remember?”

Bucky shook his head. “You saw me?”

“Yeah. You were pretty cute.” You smiled shyly, wondering how Bucky would take this.

“Did I hurt you?”

You hated the fear behind his words.

“No, Bucky, of course not. But I-”

“What?”

You felt ashamed of what you were about to tell him and you looked down at your hands when you made your confession. “I knew that if I stopped you leaving, that I'd lose you here. I'm sorry. I was selfish. Everything you've been through is my fault.”

Bucky sighed, he hated seeing you so upset, especially over something that you were never responsible for.

He took your face in his hands, the same way he had done in 1940. The only difference now was his cold vibranium fingertips against your flushed cheek. “Look, I still have a lot of gaps in my memory from… before. But one thing I know for a fact is that you aren't responsible for what happened. Got that?”

You sighed and let your boyfriend envelope you in his arms. Maybe one day you'd believe him.

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Bad Neighbours

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summary & warnings - set in AU with no outbreak, Joel is in his 50s and reader is much younger, noncon, degradation, use of words like whore and slut, violence.

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Joel didn't like you.

He didn't like the way you let your front garden overgrow, or how your friends came and went all hours of the night, the sound of their car engines stirring him awake from precious sleep after a hard day's work. He didn't know what you did for work, if you even had a job.

Joel didn't like how chatty you were with the other neighbours. You hadn't really interacted with him besides the occasional wave when you happened to be outside your house at the same time he was. But he often saw you talking with some of the other residents on the street, smiling and tossing your hair off your shoulders. Like you were flirting. You were too friendly.

Did you flirt with everyone or something?

It's not like Joel avoided you. You always seemed busy with something anyway. Going out in your car and returning sometime later with music pulsing through your stereo, paper shopping bags clutched in one hand, some frappe drink in your other. Those oversized sunglasses sitting on your face and your pouty lips glossed.

He didn't keep tabs on you or anything. But there were times he would catch a glimpse of you across the street through his living room window, and he would peek out the blinds to see just what the hell you were up to.

Last weekend you had washed your car in your driveway, the hose in your hands blasting a river of soapy water down the concrete and into the street gutter. Like you didn't give a shit about wasting water or anything. He watched as you leaned over the hood to scrub with a large yellow sponge. Did you even know what the fuck you were doing? Probably scratching the paintwork or something. Your shirt had gotten soaking wet and was sticking to your skin. You stopped to wipe your cheek with the back of your hand and had unknowingly swiped some foam on your face. Joel didn't think it was endearing or sort of cute.

You pissed him off.

Especially with the clothes you wore. Sundresses that emphasised your waist and breasts, skirts that showed your pretty legs, oversized shirts with short shorts. Some mornings you even fetched the mail dressed in nothing but a tank top and pyjama shorts.

Whose attention were you trying to catch?

When Tommy and his buddies came over for poker night they sometimes saw you coming or going. Their polite smiles vanished once they walked inside Joel's house. Then came the inevitable ribbing and dirty talk from them, jokes about what they would do to you, how they would find all sorts of excuses to knock on your door under the guise of being a friendly neighbour. Joel would just grumble and tell them to knock it off.

"Hot little thing," Tommy grinned one time. "Tread on her back tyres look a little worn. Maybe I should go over and let her know, give her a hand changing 'em?"

"Yeah, bet she'd be so grateful that she'd suck your dick," one of the others laughed.

"Jus' leave it," Joel snapped.

"Why's that? She got a man?" Tommy asked.

"How the fuck would I know?" Joel scowled, annoyed.

He didn't know if you had a boyfriend or not. He'd seen a guy park his car outside your place a few times before, but that was months ago. If you did, it would probably be someone your own age. Someone less cranky and alot younger than Joel. Joel wondered if you sucked the guy's cock. You probably loved to suck cock.

Joel hadn't gotten a blowjob in a long time. He hadn't been laid in over a year. He didn't have the time or patience to really date a woman and he didn't have the energy to go out to a bar and find a quick fuck. Work consumed most of his time and it was stressful. He was always frustrated and grumpy. And his daily routine was always the same - work all day, come home exhausted and aching, throw back some whiskey and then try to sleep.

Except tonight he couldn't sleep. Because your friends had been over all evening and all he could hear were loud voices and pumping music coming from your house. Joel tossed and turned in his bed. He checked the digital clock by his bed and saw it read 11pm. He pressed a pillow over his head and groaned.

It was 11.45pm when the party ended and the noise had died down. Car doors slammed and engines cranked to life. Five minutes later the street was calm and quiet again.

But Joel was still awake. He couldn't get to sleep. He was angry. By midnight he was stalking over the street toward your house, his jaw clenching and his fists balled. This was your fucking fault. You were so damn inconsiderate.

Someone needed to tell you just how fucking annoying you were.

Joel pounded on your door. He stood on your doorstep waiting for you to answer, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. He waited ten seconds before he raised his fist to knock once again, then the door opened wide. A stream of light poured out from inside.

Joel's resolve waned for a brief moment when he saw you standing in front of him wearing a baby pink camisole and matching sleep shorts. Your hair was down and a little dishevelled. His dark eyes flickered down your body and then back up to your face. He tried hard to ignore the swell of your breasts peaking over the lace trim. He cleared his throat.

You looked surprised to see him, eyebrows raised.

"Oh, hi. Is everything okay?" You asked, voice gentle and concerned. You took a step towards him so that only a small space separated you. He could smell your strawberry body lotion.

Joel put his hands on his hips and glared down at you.

"Some of us have been workin' all day and need to sleep," he grizzled. "But you and your little friends make it really fuckin' hard to do that when you're up all hours of the night partying."

Your eyes widened and you blinked rapidly, taken aback.

"Oh. I'm sorry," you replied with sincerity.

"I'm up early every day, breakin' my back runnin' my business." He huffed. "And I can't even get some damn sleep with y'all bein' loud and not givin' a damn about anyone else."

You bit your lower lip sheepishly and shuffled a little on the spot.

"I really am sorry, Mr. Miller."

Fuck. Your words made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. He nostrils flared as he stared down at you. You were being so polite. So innocent. Joel figured it was all an act, your sorrys and wide pretty eyes; a way for you to wriggle out of responsibility. You probably you used your looks to get your way all the time. The thought just made him madder.

"But it's a Friday night," you said hesitantly. "And the party finished before midnight."

Joel's brows creased into a disbelieving frown.

"Now you're back chattin' me?" He growled.

"No, not at all, Mr Miller, I just--"

"What makes you think you can just disrespect everybody and do whatever the fuck you want?" Joel snarled.

You were shocked by his outburst. Panic and fear flooded your features.

"No, no, not at all, it's just that it's the weekend and--" you rambled but Joel wasn't listening. Seeing you look so frightened and delicate and pretty in your pink pyjamas flipped a switch inside him, activating the primal side of his brain. In a split second his subconscious decided what he needed to do next.

Before you could finish explaining Joel wrapped a hand firmly around your upper arm and roughly shoved you back into your house. You yelped and stumbled backwards. Joel followed and slammed the door shut behind him, making sure to lock it.

"W-what are you doing?" You stammered.

"You got no respect," Joel muttered. "No goddamn manners. You're inconsiderate as hell. Think you're better than everybody else, is that it? "

"What? No, not at all," you said in a shaky, teary voice. "I said I was sorry, Mister Miller, please--"

Suddenly Joel slapped your face. The force knocked you against the living room wall and you cried out.

"Shut the fuck up," he spat.

The anger and adrenaline was surging through his chest and licked at the nape of his neck. His brown eyes were now blown out and black with malice.

You held your palm against your cheek and stared at him in disbelief, tears now streaming down your face. It made his cock hard in his sweatpants to see you cry.

"Now you're gonna listen to me, you little bitch," Joel spoke calmly. He towered over you like a predatory animal, his hands flexing by his sides. "Someone needs to teach you a lesson on how to behave. Bet your daddy never taught you shit, the way you walk around dressed like a slut."

You let out a helpless sob. It was now clear what Joel wanted to do. You slowly backed away from him while shaking your head.

"Please don't," you hiccuped. "Don't hurt me."

With alarming swiftness Joel lunged to you and wrapped his large hand around your throat. He squeezed just enough to silence you without cutting off your oxygen supply. He hauled you further into the living room, your feet dragging over the carpet.

His other hand grabbed onto your shorts and tore them down your legs, exposing your bare ass and pussy. You kicked your legs and thrashed around but it was hopeless. Joel was so much stronger. He held you effortlessly infront of him.

"Quit squirmin'."

You somehow managed to reach up to slap his cheek as hard as you could. His eyes narrowed at you and his chest expanded as he inhaled a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. You stopped moving as soon as you realised your mistake.

Joel released you and quickly threw you down to the floor on your knees. Before you could scramble away he dropped down behind you and used his weight to push you onto your belly. Your arms were outstretched infront of you in a futile bid to crawl away. His cock pressed inbetween the cheeks of your ass.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He barked at you. "Think you're a big bad girl, hittin' me like that?"

You couldn't move at all underneath him, like a rabbit caught in a snare. Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back painfully.

"Wanna be big and bad, huh? Alright, let's see how tough you are with my cock splittin' you in half."

"No!" You cried hoarsely.

Joel held your head still with his tight hold on your hair. He sat up on his knees behind you and knocked your thighs open and wedged himself inbetween your legs.

Joel looked down at your naked lower half and groaned at the sight of your ass. You were perfect, even better than he imagined. He wished he could take his time with you and not rush, to savour every second of breaking you down. But now you were half naked below him and he couldn't possibly wait any longer. His calloused fingers reached down and ran over the lips of your puffy pussy and down to your slick entrance.

"I'm gonna ruin this whore pussy," Joel's voice was rough and menacing. "Show you what happens to disrespectful sluts who talk back."

All you could do was cry as he hurriedly pushed his sweatpants down his thighs to free his fat aching cock. He spat in his hand and gave it a couple jerks to lubricate himself.

"Please," you whispered through tears. "Please don't do this."

Joel ignored you and notched the head of his dick at your hole. Your body stiffened and you were about to scream when Joel plunged himself inside your pussy; the intrusion of his girth stretched you full and so painfully that all the breath in your lungs left your body.

Joel pressed his pelvis into your ass and let out a loud guttural moan. Holy fuck, you felt so fucking good. The sensation of your wet heat around his cock was heavenly. He felt your pussy clench around him.

"So fuckin' tight," he murmured breathlessly.

Joel lowered himself on-top of your body, caging you with his broad chest. He moved his hips to pull his cock out almost all the way before slamming back into you. You let out a choked shriek.

He clamped his hand over your mouth and repeated the action again and again, his cock spearing into your pussy and his heavy balls clapping against your ass. You screamed into his palm as Joel's hips hammered into yours with hard, deep thrusts.

"What's wrong baby?" Joel mocked. "Does it hurt? Am I tearin' that little pussy up?"

Joel could feel your hot tears spilling down your face. It gave him a smug satisfaction to know it was because of him. He continued fucking you with a savage desperation that he had never felt before in his whole life. He wanted to utterly wreck you, make you bleed.

His thick cock was pounding into your pussy so brutally that he could be making you bleed already.

Your sobs and screams were muffled by his large hand, his fingers digging painfully into your cheek.

"Don't you dare disrespect me ever again, you fuckin' whore," Joel growled.

You couldn't respond. You were close to passing out from the intensity of his body violating yours. Joel wrenched your hair back and spat a glob of saliva onto your face so that it ran down your eyebrow and over the bridge of your nose.

"You hear me, little girl?" He moved his hand from your mouth and gave your face three sharp smacks.

You whined pitifully.

"Fuckin' answer me," Joel snapped, still fucking you raw.

"Yes," you mumbled in a small, broken voice.

"Yes what?" He slapped your face again. "Yes WHAT?"

"Y-y-yes sir."

"That's right, baby, thats all you needed," he murmured, his voice slurred with lust. "Just needed an older man to fuck some sense into you, teach you some respect."

Joel's hand rubbed over your face, mixing his saliva and your tears and snot all over you. The act of humiliation excited him and he felt his orgasm approaching. There was no way he could control himself now. His cock throbbed and his thrusts became sloppy.

"Gonna fill this slutty pussy," Joel groaned, "fuck my cum into it til you're burstin' full'a me."

"No!" You squealed weakly.

Joel slapped his hand back over your mouth, this time covering your nose as well. Your muscles contracted around his shaft as you struggled to breath. Joel pumped into your pussy for a few moments longer before his climax hit. He stilled with his cock buried to the hilt, his balls tightened against your pussy. He moaned and panted as he shot thick ropes of hot cum deep inside your torn, abused hole, his cock pulsing inside your walls.

"Goddamn," Joel mumbled between ragged breaths. "God-fuckin'-damn."

He released his hand from your face and you gasped as the air filled your lungs. He allowed you a few seconds to catch your breath before he whispered in your ear.

"You ain't gonna tell no one a word about this," his voice was ominous as his hand let go of your hair to stroke your head gently. "Or else I'll come back and fuck your mouth so hard I'll break your fuckin' jaw, you understand me?"

"Yes sir," you whispered back quickly, defeated and broken.

Joel withdrew from your pussy and sat back on his haunches. He slapped your ass and squeezed it hard, parting one of your cheeks to look at your asshole and your swollen pussy.

"Perfect fuckin' hole," Joel murmured.

You stayed laying on the carpet on your stomach with his cum slowly seeping out of you. Joel stood up onto his feet, his knees cracking as he straightened. He stepped back and watched you motionless as he yanked his pants back up and tucked himself away.

You looked even more pretty like this, he thought with a pride.

"Good girl," he muttered lowly.

Joel left and slammed the door shut behind him. That night he slept better than he had in a very long time. And when we woke up in the morning he could still smell your strawberry body lotion under his fingernails.

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My Honest Thoughts on KaySun after Episode 62 🖤

I Can Excuse Bad Characters, But Not Bad Writing

Another ride. I’ve gathered myself and my thoughts up to once again marvel at the bad writing this show has. It’s only saved by KaySun’s chemistry thanks to Taro and Beril’s talents.

Before I begin, I want to say that all these are my own opinions, and I don’t think I’m a 100% right so I welcome other people’s opinions as well. Next, I don’t watch this show religiously—I only look at Kaya and Suna’s scenes, and even then I don’t watch it on the official channel live.

I also want to say I can excuse bad characters, but I cannot excuse bad writing.

I also wish the characters acted logically instead of for the sake of the plot and whatever politics goes behind the scenes (who is your backer, Buce? Onur?) but yeah.

Anyway, let’s start.

Bad Writing

Suna has been OOC for the most part; unfortunately, now, Kaya is as well. The cheating thing was too abrupt. The reason why I take issue with this is because characters are supposed to be driven by the motivations set up by them by the writer. The sudden, illogical changes in Kaya’s and Suna’s characters show that the writer is making them act out of character only 1) for the sake of the plot, 2) to be used as collateral for SeyFer parallels, and 3) to bring in the shock value and retain reytings—a cheap OGM move, because now the story is bad and has lost its value.

I will not excuse Kaya’s and Suna’s behavior. However, I wish they showed us that they were capable of doing such things early on instead of making them OOC. It’s giving me whiplash.

Kaya’s Cheating

I want to say, I hope this is an AsLaz (Yabani) and EsZan (Aşk Mantık İntikam) situation wherein the guy was flat out drunk / drugged and nothing actually happened. But even before that, he was being friendly and basking in Pelin’s attention. Granted, she’s a childhood friend, and he needed someone to talk to—but not someone to flirt with.

I hate how OOC Kaya is. You do not write someone to be a loser in love, who is a stickler for loyalty and protecting his wife, only to throw it all out the window for the sake of a cheap parallel plot. I wish they hinted at Kaya having a roving eye during his marriage with Suna. I would be able to swallow the plot more. However, they doubled down, making him very ideal and loyal, only for him to suddenly “cheat” on her after she acts a bit strange after…4 days? After he was waiting for her to call him?

The fact that he did it with Pelin (and not Pırıl—wtf happened to that plot, anyway?) irks me as well because he knows how Suna feels about Pelin. Maybe Kaya was really drunk (we know he gave up drinking after his ONS with Pırıl), but again, it doesn’t excuse his behavior. And it’s a slap to our faces to see him cuddling in bed with Pelin when we didn’t even get that post-halver scene with Suna.

I want to retain the hope that nothing is as it seems and it’s all an elaborate ploy by Pelin—she will blackmail him for sure, I just know it. I feel he will bring her to the mansion under the guise of protecting her from Serter, and maybe Seyran will beat her up. But I’m not taking my chances.

What do I think will happen next? I do hope Kaya shows remorse and guilt, I do hope he grovels for Suna. I think KaySun will be happy together for a bit before she finds out. However, there are alternative theories in the fandom that 1) He will fall for Pelin for real with his savior complex and make her an official mistress, and/or 2) Pelin gets pregnant. Personally, I don’t see any of those things happening, but who knows with such illogical, poorly planned writing? (Also, no one has sex like 4 days after a miscarriage and a C-section. The same way a loyal man won’t do a 180 after fighting for his wife for 4 days).

Suna’s Destiny

I think I’ve made my thoughts on Suna’s fortune telling arc quite clear in this other post, so I’ll try to keep this short.

We can see her waking up in this episode (we also see that İfakat was behind this sht). But unfortunately, her change of heart came too late—because Kaya has now potentially done something irredeemable?

I am also mad at how OOC Suna is because she’s clearly sane but SO illogically affected by a fortune teller. Make it make sense! She is so dumb (she used to be smart, anxiety-riddled but smart) and she is blaming the fortune teller for ruining her life, when it’s all her fault for misinterpreting everything. No one forced her to interpret things a certain way lmfao. She acted (OOC) of her own volition.

It’s such a huge step back from her character development. I hate seeing regression without reason or payoff. Once again, bad writing—she is acting weird because the plot demands her to, when the original character profile for Suna would never.

I know people are saying she cheated on Kaya emotionally for a teensy tiny moment when she rubbed foreheads with that fck@$$ driver. And yes, she was wrong! I’m not justifying her! But Kaya fcking someone else while still married to her was even worse imo.

I think she’s definitely going to try to make it up to Kaya in the next episodes, even though they haven’t closed the fortune teller arc yet. She’ll probably even want a kid. Will Kaya avoid her this time, out of guilt? Or will he hide what he did and carry on like nothing happen? (I really refuse to believe Kaya will make Pelin a full-time mistress, and I hope I am not wrong). Again, we might get happy KaySun and even halvet 2.0 (we cheered) and then when Suna gets pregnant with a son, she’ll find out about Kaya’s infidelity. Idk, we still have 11 episodes left until the finale on June 7, 2024.

KaySun Endgame

I hate to say this, but they will dig us out of the grave with minimal payoff and then make us endgame. As long as they want us to parallel SeyFer. And as long as Taro and Beril don’t leave the cast (and honestly, why would they, when KaySun trends always and has launched them a lot career-wise?), I am sure they will be 100% endgame. (But at what cost?) It’s unfortunate it had to happen this way, but yeah.

Another thing is Taro and Beril are finally doing promotion together. Maybe because Beril got rid of Ersh!t (rumor has it he’s dating the actress who plays the maid the show), and now they’re free to post like the besties they are. I truly do love and admire Taro and Beril’s professionalism, talent, and friendship. And someone pointed out how he posted about the important girls in his life—he included his mom, his pet dog Lila, and Beril, his co-star. They’re honestly so sweet and I love how wholesome their friendship is. Their chemistry and talent shouldn’t go to waste; I sincerely hope that they reunite it a hot digital project in the future, just like Boran and Miray did for HiLeon and HelSav. I want KaySun 2.0 to be better, too!

Also, Taro and Beril posting more photos just feels very genuine—and not just because my girl Beril is finally free. I also feel they’re trying to get us to continue to have hope for KaySun. Though I think they should demand a better plot too, but they’re too professional for that maybe.

I’ll definitely continue watching on the timeline, and I’ll root for Taro and Beril and KaySun happy ending always. But still! This is such clownery, and such new lows even from the most misogynistic production in diziland. I just pray they give us KaySun’s happy endgame.

Final Thoughts

Once again, I hate how OOC KaySun became, and I hope they fix this plot and make it so that what seemed to happen was not what really occurred. Wish they could be redeemable.

I pity Asuman…that guy is gonna blackmail her for money. (Also, Asuman would never sleep with a guy she just met. Wtf?)

I hate how the whole Yalı fcked eo during Ramadan except for KaySun. I don’t know why YÇ hates one of their most popular ships so much, but then again, it’s OGM. They hate women, logic, and happiness.

Binnur Kaya is a talented veteran actress, and I’m not surprised she is leaving, given how underutilized she was on the show. I hope we get a good final arc with Nunu and Kaya, but they barely fleshed out imo. (Why would she give her share to Orhan when he will steal it? 💀) I can’t blame the actress for departing, though Birsen did hint she is open to come back for S3.

I can’t believe I had to witness this during Lent. I have always been a good Catholic, but this show has made me turn to God and prayer more than ever. 🙏🏻

KaySun endgame, but at what cost?

Thanks for reading my thoughts. They may be muddled, but at least they were logical and slightly organized. 🧿🙏🏻

#dizi #kaysun #beril pozam #taro emir tekin #yali capkini #yalı çapkını

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satoru-toji · 5 months

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hELPP

im trying to find a chrollo/reader fic on ao3 but i can’t find it 😫😫 i’m pretty sure the author had a jjk name or also had some jjk works as well. i also pretty sure they had a tumblr but idk!! it hasn’t updated in over a year, maybe even 2 years bc it’s on an indefinite hiatus and there were like currently 7 or 9 chapters + it said it would be complete with 15 chapters. anyways the plot:

soulmate!au (kinda)!! set before the york new arc

reader works at a library and chrollo keeps on visiting her under the guise of being a uni student and they talk/flirt every time. one day, chrollo uses one of his stolen abilities on her to get her the confess what she wants/thinks about him. after that, chrollo basically asks her out for dinner at his apartment. while chatting during the dinner, chrollo takes off the bandage and reader touches his forehead and sparks fly bc her nen is essentially unlocked and she kinda goes into shock but in a more horny/aphrodisiac way and chrollo helps her a bit before she falls asleep. after she wakes, chrollo explains to her that she’s from a clan with a nen that basically enhances other people’s nen through a promise and explains who he is and they’re already at the ily stage but they don’t say it bc she wants it to be special lmao (she’s not entirely ok with what he does but she also doesn’t and the love overwhelms it lmao) she tests her reawakened nen by thinking about chrollo in danger, hurt, etc. and it immediately tires her out so she slep slep. after a while, she wakes up again to find shalnark there. they briefly met before this in the library but shalnark used it as an opportunity to see if her being in the lost/forgotten clan true and now that it is, he slightly overwhelms her with the she’s going to be the queen of the spiders or something and leaves after chrollo asks him to. after that, chrollo comforts reader and they talk and then things get slightly heated before they’re interrupted by illumi being illumi and wanting reader but gets obviously rejected and i think gets a broken wrist from reader. chrollo then suggest for her to use her abilities again to heal and to make the promise pact on illumi to protect her and stuff like a knight in exchange for some power. after he leaves, she immediately gets tired again. she doesn’t want to rest since she rested all day but chrollo urges her to rest and suggests them going to her apmt after to make the dinner date even lmao

they’re in her apartment now, chrollo is making food again. they talk a bit more with what’s revealed. chrollo makes reader promise to not follow after him if something happens to him and she’s obviously upset bc they just like promised each other to support/protect each other and how it’s unfair and all that bc he still has the mindset of being dispensable for the troupe. she promises him in turn if he promises her—but not really due to the nen promise so they work around it—to fight for his life for her and then things get spicy and during that, she promises chrollo to give him everything if he promises her to be not hard on himself, love and appreciate himself, etc. and they’re so close to fucking lmfao and he does promise her so she seals it w a kiss on the forehead and then they start <3 she’s so close to love bombing and chrollo says it first and he’s like this love bomb is the sex love bomb, i’ll make the real ily special like you want so she says ily back and then he’s inside her and yea <3 afterwards, they rest a bit then someone rings her doorbell and it’s her neighbor kurapika asking to hang out and it ends there 🥹

it’s so weird bc usually on ao3, it would show the work is deleted if you bookmarked it but i can’t find it in my library 😭😭 i wouldn’t have thought about removing it from my bookmarks but ig i accidentally did 🥹

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #hxh chrollo #chrollo smut #chrollo x you #chrollo x y/n #hxh fanfic #chrollo fanfic

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tokkias · 1 year

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GOT AN IDEAA!! How about a fic where nalu messes around with the guild since im pretty sure atp everyone in the guild is atleast somewhat invested in their relationship.

I mean come on u can’t tell me those two don’t try to mess around with their friends once they get together.

Maybe a lil flirting here then quickly act all platonic and innocent. Yk just to kind of keep them on their toes and on the edge before revealing they’re officially in a relationship

thank you for your request, i had a lot of fun working on it! special thanks to @nalunalu for making sure i saw this one thru, but that also applies to most of the fics i write sooo. <3

Natsu was always a handsy guy. He was a man with no physical boundaries when it came to the people he was close to, so it was no surprise to anyone when he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of Lucy.

They were an inseparable duo; wherever Lucy was, Natsu was sure to be there too, never once keeping his hands to himself. It was always something—an arm slung around her shoulder, a hand on her thigh, his head resting in her lap. It wasn’t Natsu’s overzealous affection that left guild members scratching their heads, but rather the way Lucy seemed to indulge him in it.

It was no secret that certain guild members were interested in the couple's relationship; after all, Natsu had been a lone wolf until their fateful encounter, but now that girl had him following her around like a lost puppy. The two were the subjects of much gossip in the girls' dormitories, and of course that gossip tended to seep into conversation at the guildhall.

Natsu’s arms were wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, as Lucy’s attention was planted firmly on the book open in front of her, seemingly paying no mind to the boy clinging to her side.

"I’m bored."

"Go bother someone else then," she told him, her eyes never leaving the pages of her book.

"Don’t wanna," he murmured, voice muffled as his lips dragged across the bare skin of her shoulder, "wanna hang out with you."

If the pair were aware of all the eyes on them, they didn’t acknowledge it, seemingly trapped in their own little bubble. Confused looks were shared between guild members because, well, that one was new. The action was gentle, romantic, almost, and Lucy didn’t even react to it, even though they were sitting right in the middle of the guild hall. In the past, something like that would have earned him a Lucy kick straight to the jaw, but instead her free hand just made its way into his hair, fingers mindlessly tangling through it as she continued to read.

A small group had gathered by the bar to inconspicuously watch the scene before them play out while hiding under the guise of a friendly discussion.

Mira let out a dreamy sigh as she pushed another drink over to Cana, "How romantic~"

"There is no way they’re not already fucking," Cana slurred, a little louder than necessary, causing a deep blush to cross Erza’s face.

"I don’t know," Levy pondered, "but I think Lu-chan would tell me if she and Natsu were dating."

"Don’t need to be dating for him to stick it in~"

Her comment elicited a giggle from Mira, but earned her a gentle elbow in the side from Lisanna.

"Shhh! Keep it down, Cana!" she scolded. "Even Lucy might hear you at this rate."

The group shared a not-so-subtle glance over at them, only to find the two in the exact position they had been in when they last checked, their attention fully planted on each other.

"I didn’t know Natsu could be so..." Erza paused, searching for the right words to describe the scene they had just witnessed, "tender...?"

Natsu had always been like a baby brother to Erza; she’d watched him grow up from a loud, reckless, and aggressive child into a loud, reckless, and aggressive adult, which made it all the more unusual to see this type of behaviour out of him. The sentiment was shared in murmurs amongst the girls, their attention turning away from the pair as they began to reminisce on the ways he had changed since Lucy had came into their lives.

"Luuccyyyy," Natsu drawled, all but poking her for her attention.

With a sigh, Lucy placed her book down and turned to face him.

"What?"

Natsu didn’t say anything before flashing her a goofy grin and leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the lips. She rolled her eyes slightly and gave him a light whack on the arm, but returned his smile with a fond one of her own.

The sweet moment was ruined for them, however, when Gray loudly choked on his drink, drawing all attention to him.

"What the fuck?" He choked out, trying to compose himself as he coughed and sputtered, "Did you guys just kiss?"

Those who weren’t paying attention before then certainly were now, and the group of gossips in the corner whipped their heads around, hoping to catch a glimpse of exactly what Gray was talking about. Expectant eyes moved to Natsu and Lucy, who were sat looking completely innocent to the accusation.

Lucy cocked her head to the side in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, why would I kiss Lucy?"

Gray’s mouth fell open at their reactions; he knew what he saw, but here they were, pretending like nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.

"I don’t know!" He cried out, "You did it, not me!"

"I think you were just seeing things," suggested Lucy, with a confused expression on her face that didn’t quite overshadow the knowing glint in her eyes.

Natsu, he expected that from, but he thought better of Lucy to try and gaslight him. Whether or not they were didn’t matter anymore, because the two of them had just made him look like an idiot in front of the whole guild.

"Yeah, Lucy’s right, maybe you need to get your eyes checked or somethin’"

"Hey man, I know what I saw!"

His confidence had certainly wavered as a result of their genuine confusion, but he was not going to back down and let Natsu be right while everyone was watching.

Baffled glances were shared between the group of gossips at what had apparently played out in the mere minutes it had been since they looked away in favour of huddling together to hide their whispers from Natsu’s sensitive hearing. Gray sounded so confident in his accusation, and what motive would he have to lie about his teammates? But Natsu and Lucy were sat looking completely innocent, save for Natsu’s hand still resting around her waist.

Well, that was until he jumped out of his chair to throw himself at Gray, punching him square in the jaw and sending him to the floor. It was a mild, if not unique, reason to start a fight, but then again, there was hardly ever a need for one in Fairy Tail anyway. Lucy grabbed her book and ducked under the table when a chair went flying in her direction as others found themselves jumping in on the brawl, not caring much for the reason behind it.

The small bedside lamp was enough to light up the room while Lucy sat on her bed, flicking through the pages of her book. Natsu was comfortably sprawled out on the mattress with her, head resting in her lap and arms wrapped around her waist.

"Luuuccyyyy," Natsu whined, "When are ya gonna be done reading that book?"

"Well, I couldn’t finish it earlier because someone," she flicked his nose, "started a guild-wide brawl by kissing me."

"Hey, not my fault Gray can’t keep his eyes to himself," he shrugged.

Lucy shut her book, placing it on her nightstand, before looking down at her partner.

"You knew Gray was looking at us, didn’t you?"

"Yeah," he confirmed with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"So you kissed me because you wanted to start a fight?"

"Nah, I just thought it’d be funny to mess with everybody, getting to punch Gray was just a bonus," he grinned.

Any other time she might have scolded him and smacked him over the head for his behaviour, but she couldn’t pretend like she was exactly innocent in it all either, having taken at least a little spark of joy in screwing with Gray and the others. She wasn’t naïve to the investment their friends had in their relationship; they may have tried to be subtle about it today, but she had been on the receiving end of much teasing about her relations with Natsu in the past.

"They were gossiping about us again, weren’t they?" she asked, to which he confirmed with a nod.

Lucy let out a soft laugh, realising she should have known better to think otherwise. Her hand rested on his cheek, guiding him up towards her so she could place a soft kiss against his lips. Everyone else could talk all they wanted, but for now, this was just their little secret.

#fairy tail #nalu #mya writes things #long post #request

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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SSD Day 5~From the Sky~Scales

Summary:

Half-Dragon!Dabi recognizes a familiar face from his time as Touya and decides to see if the spark's still there.

Ao3 Tags:

Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Riding, Dragon Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Harpy Takami Keigo | Hawks, Mile High Club, Rimming, Dragon biology, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Scales Instead of Scars, Possessive Behavior, Mating Bites, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Little Shit, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Flying Sex, Background Relationships, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms

Notes:

Loosely based on this TikTok I did.

‘Still a poser, huh, bird brain?’ Dabi thinks to himself from where he sits with his crew across the bar, watching some Royal Knights ham it up.

Among those Knights, sits a face he hasn’t seen since his hair was white and his skin smooth, and has his dragon rearing to the surface in a mixture of rage and the still lingering interest.

Keigo Takami.

Or Hawks now apparently.

Fucking Council drone.

“What do you think, air fryer?” Shigaraki’s rasp breaks through his bitter train of thought to bring him back to the present and whatever conversation the fools were having.

“Huh? What’d you say, crusty?” Dabi hums around his drink, having to be careful not to spill it on himself while also keeping his scales hidden.

“The bird Knight.” Shigaraki huffs, ignoring the shot. “Rumor has it he’s a complete playboy. Think any of us have a chance?”

Dabi hums in thought, eyes focusing on Hawks once more and taking in all the little tells that the Commission probably didn't notice enough to beat out of him. Even having the bartender flirt with him had him looking ready to crawl out of his skin. Birdie was still a hopelessly awkward virgin.

Dabi briefly wonders if he can change that.

“None of you, no.” Dabi finally answers, watching a secondary feather harden in discomfort when the bartender touches his arm playfully. “But...” Dabi downs his drink. “If he wasn’t a Council snake, I might know a way.”

“Oh, yeah?” Shigaraki sneers, leaning in to get a better look at Dabi’s half-hidden face. “And what would that be?”

Dabi thinks back to all the longing looks and harpy courting behaviors Hawks had sent his way when they were still Keigo and Touya back in Knight training that he had pretended to be oblivious to, and wonders if any of that is still there. His half-dragon heritage had started to flare up at that point and he hadn’t wanted to drag Kei down with him but said dragon also never forgot the one it wanted to claim as his mate.

What would happen if he tried?

‘Shut up, you stupid lizard.’ Dabi growls to his dragon. ‘He’s a Knight. The Council’s probably broken him beyond repair. Kei’s probably as dead as Touya.’

‘ But how do we know ?’

Dabi stews with that for another moment before stealing Shigaraki’s drink to down as well and throwing them a devilish smirk. “Watch and learn, Dusty. Maybe you and your own lizard will finally stop dancing around each other.”

He snickers to himself as the sounds of Shigaraki and Spinner sputtering excuses follow him to the bar under the guise of getting another drink.

“Excuse me.” He mutters as he raises his body temperature so the other Knights blocking the bar will move until he’s standing next to the half-harpy.

“Behind you, pretty bird.” He hums in a low rumble that has feathers puffing just as they used to when his voice first started doing that. “Another ale please.” He asks the bartender with a sly smirk.

“Tou-no it can’t be...” Dabi hears Hawks whisper so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard him if it weren’t for his dragon hearing.

He makes some low whistling-chirping sound that Keigo had taught him years ago and hears the Knight gasp before he curses as he’s suddenly rushed out of the tavern and pinned against an alley wall by furious talons.

“You were alive, asshole?!” Hawks growls, trying to seem intimidating despite how his wings tremble behind him in hurt.

“Hello to you, too, pretty bird.” Dabi smirks, pulling his talons back with his own claws. “See you’re doing well for yourself.”

Pupils pin at the show of strength, but Hawks still bares his fangs at the half-dragon. “Yeah, doing great. Number 2 actually, but we were supposed to be up here together . What the fuck happened to you?”

Dabi raises an eyebrow before letting his pupils slit, eyes turn feral, and showing off fangs and forked tongue which, in turn, moves his cloak down enough to show off his scales. He growls when Hawks steps away in shock and the sound is anything but human.

“In case the claws didn’t give it away, I became a freak. Seriously think the Council would let me anywhere near a ranking chart?” Dabi huffs, letting the draconic features that he could control return to human. “My own father wouldn’t let me back in the house. I’m half-shifted to stay alive because he burned and mauled me in his attempt to get rid of the abomination he created.”

Hawks makes a series of enraged bird noises before his eyes widen in horror. “He said you ran away...I comforted that fucking fool!”

Dabi sneers, the growl starting back up. “The only thing I ran away from was him, and I didn’t even do it. He left me for dead woods and some wizard and his alchemist pet snatched up my dying corpse. So sorry I didn’t want anything to do with the Knights after that though.”

There’s more enraged trilling before Hawks is in his face again with a feral look in his eyes. “You’ll be perfect for my case then.”

It’s Dabi’s turn to step back in shock now. “What are you talking about, birdie.”

“Wanted the rest of the story out of you, Hot Stuff.” Hawks smirks. “You really thought they could fool a harpy’s senses with such shitty lies and half-truths? Their heartbeats alone gave them away, but the scent of you burning that clung to him for weeks after almost got me put down.” He admits with a threatening chitter.

Dabi’s eyes widen and he suddenly decides Hawks doesn’t need to know this was supposed to be a quick fuck to prove a point as his dragon rumbles happily at how strong his mate has become. “Have you been plotting chaos, pretty bird?” He smirks.

“Enough to make you proud even from the other side, Touya.” Hawks grins proudly.

“Mmm, yeah no, Dabi now. That name died with me.” Dabi mutters with a sneer. “Glad I get a front-row seat then. What planning to dethrone the speciest piece of shit holding number one first?”

Hawks snorts. “Cremation? Really? Fine, Dabi then.” He snickers before smirking. “I plan to expose him. I already have three very angry dragons on my side, and once he’s been destroyed socially, I’ll destroy the Council that let him get away with it and their precious rankings so he can sit in the fact that he destroyed himself and his family for absolutely nothing and can stew in that as he rots in a jail cell where he belongs.”

Dabi’s pupils are back to slits as he rumbles in delight and pulls the half-harpy in for an absolutely filthy kiss that he should have given into almost a decade ago. He kisses the birdie like he plans to steal the breath from his lungs, but he has one more question to ask when they come up for air.

“Why?”

Hawks clicks as though insulted as his own talons dig into surprisingly soft black hair and grab one of the horns he’s surprised to find hiding there to pull him into another equally filthy kiss. “Mine.” He chitters, pupils completely lost in a sea of fierce gold that pin feral turquoise in place. “My bird claimed you first and the rest agreed that even if you had never returned our affections, I would stay by your side and fight for you forever. You were never getting rid of me if I had known you were alive.”

A low growl builds in Dabi’s chest before, suddenly, leathery wings burst from his back and they’re taking off into the air and devouring each other with a decade’s worth of buried emotions that are finally getting to come to the surface and have a claim to stake.

“Fuck, pretty bird,” Dabi growls as deadly fangs nip at Hawks’ lower lip. “Should’ve accepted your courting back then. Could’ve added you to my hoard and draped you in all the pretty riches I could find as you deserve. Gold chains inlaid with rubies and a pretty leather collar with an aquamarine, so you remember who you belong to when you go flying. You’d look so pretty draped across my furs.” He rambles, long forked tongue dominating the harpy’s mouth between promises. “So perfect.”

Hawks chitters and trills in delight as he does his best to return the kiss, but ultimately lets Dabi do as he pleases while he works on the half-dragon's gods forsaken three belts to get in his pants and bats his own wings to get them a little further from the town, even if they are fairly high up. “As long as I get to cover you in just as much shiny shit, you can do whatever you want.” He pants when given a moment to breathe.

The image encourages Dabi to start kissing, biting, and sucking his way down Hawks’s neck to stake his claim as he makes quick work of the birdie’s own belt and pants, smirking at the annoyed huff his ease gets out of his little hopeful mate. “Relax, birdie. You learn how to use your claws when you don’t have the money to pay for new pants.” He teases.

He can’t help but laugh at how the birdie’s wings puff up in annoyance even as he does his best to make his own marks in the dragon’s tough skin.

A glance down shows them to be far enough away from the town to not be charged with indecent exposure so Dabi smirks before ripping a squawk out of Hawks when he hoists him up for easy access to his leaking dick and a forked tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Hold the horn if you need to.” He warns before wrapping his tongue around Hawks’ dick completely and taking him down his throat with a rumple that makes Hawks squawk at the vibrations.

“Fu-Dabi! Shit! More! Shit, please!” Hawks trills, wings fluttering behind him as he holds onto Dabi’s horns for dear life.

Dabi smirks around the length in his mouth as he carefully inches the harpy’s pants down further and retracts his claws. He pulls back enough to uncoil his tongue from around Hawks’ cock before taking it down his throat again and letting the tongue sneak out to prod at the harpy’s hole to make him chirp again.

“Da-bi!” Hawks moans, squirming and chirping at the stimulation. “How?”

Dabi just looks up at him, the smirk obvious in his eyes as a suddenly claw-free hand takes advantage of the spit now slicking Hawks’ hole to slip a finger in to join the tongue and get more pretty bird song from the trembling Knight.

“Fuuu-“ Hawks shudders. “You're gonna ki-kill me- shit!”

Dabi rolls draconic eyes at the dramatics before going back to his self-assigned task of getting the birdie needy and open to take his cock. Completely impractical this high in the air, but his dragon demands it and for once he’s not gonna argue.

“Cl-close! Shit, Dabi, I’m close!” Hawks whines and coos and he shakes in the dragon’s strong grip.

Dabi just raises an eyebrow, his only response being to swallow around the head when it hits the back of his throat and nudges a bundle of nerves with three fingers that he's managed to work inside the harpy’s hole.

Hawks lets out a pretty little chirping, trilling noise, and his wings sharpen as he cums hard down the dragon’s throat, his hold on purplish black horns probably being the only thing keeping him upright.

Dabi smirks as he pulls his head back with a pop, mischief-filled turquoise looking up into hazy gold. “Think I can get another one out of you?”

Hawks blinks, panting heavily for a moment before he nods and whines as Dabi pulls his fingers out.

“Trust me enough to reach into my pocket for oil?” Dabi asks.

Hawks flushes a pretty pink as a feather chooses that moment to catch up with them and deposit a vial of oil onto Dabi’s chest. “About that…”

Dabi lets out a pleased rumble as he situates Hawks lower on his body for balance so he can uncork the vial and pour some on his fingers to make sure Hawks is open enough before reaching behind Hawks further to pour a generous amount on his own cock.

“I’ll take you apart plenty later, but I’m afraid our current positions means you’ll have to do most of the work unless you want to take a tumble through the air.” Dabi hums, at least helping Hawks scoot himself back to line up.

“Don’t care.” Hawks chirps, talons digging into scales for support as he gets himself lined up. “Thought I’d never get to do this. You could have bent me over a dumpster for all I care.” Gold eyes narrow at the dragon’s snort. “Do not fuck me over a dumpster.”

Dabi can’t help but laugh at the birdie’s sudden seriousness even as he smirks up at fierce eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it, birdie. You’re at least worth the royal dumpster.” He teases, laughing more when he gets whacked.

“How did you become even more of an a-AH-ass! Fuuuck!” Hawks moans when he’s suddenly pulled down on Dabi’s cock and warbles with how full he suddenly feels with it only halfway in.

“Trauma does shit to people.” Dabi shrugs, loosening his grip now so Hawks can set the pace. “Now I believe you had a claim to stake?”

Gold eyes pin once more and rake over unclaimed skin as though trying to calculate how to change that without breaking a tooth on scales before deciding to figure that out when they get there. With this decision in mind, Hawks braces his hands on Dabi’s stomach to give himself leverage as he attempts to sink down further with a chirp.

By the time he has it all in him, his arms are shaking and his wings are trembling as he lets out a constant stream of overwhelmed chirps that have Dabi rumbling deep in his chest in arousal.

“Too much, pretty bird?” Dabi growls, reaching a once again clawed hand to caress Hawks’ straining cock and lightly press down on the slight bulge of the harpy’s stomach where his cock is stuffing him nice and full.

“Full.” Hawks chirps quietly with a wobbly smile. “Guess the dragon genes really took over, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Dabi chuckles lowly. “Wait ‘til I cum, pretty bird. You’ll probably have to go home after this with how much will be leaking out of you. Filling you completely and letting anyone with a nose knows just who you belong to.” A smirk. “And you’re in for a real trip come winter.”

Hawks flushes beneath his shirt at the implications, wings fluttering in their effort to help get him moving. “Fuck, Dabi.”

“That is the plan, yes,” Dabi smirks, chuckling when a wing whacks him. “Need some help, pretty bird?”

“Yes. Please. Fuck, there’s so much.” Hawks whines, moaning when Dabi’s grip tightens to pull him up slowly, cursing at how tight the harpy is before pulling him back down and making both moan loudly.

It takes them a few times, but eventually, Hawks gets his bearings enough to start trying to help. By now, though, Dabi has already realized that he can definitely fuck up into the birdie in this position and it isn’t long before Hawks is once again boneless, chirping and moaning as he lets himself be used.

“Fuck, birdie.” Dabi growls from where his mouth is hovering close to Hawks’ shoulder, ready to claim. “So fucking tight. You’re going to drive me insane. Such a perfect little mate, aren’t you?”

Hawks moans, wings puffing up at the praise as he finally finds a spot he thinks should be soft enough to mark. “Big. Good mate. Filling me up.” He chirps.

Dabi’s rumbling picks up as his speed does and it isn’t long until Hawks is babbling about being close again. “Right behind you, pretty bird.” He growls. “Cum whenever you want, I’m right behind you.”

Hawks lets out a warbling moan as he cums a second time, talons digging into the half-dragon's human skin as he bites into the soft spot he found and his wings puff out. The chirps turn into a content almost purring noise as he lets Dabi continue, sated himself and now just wanting his new mate to cum.

Dabi groans loudly as Hawks tightens around him with his orgasm and makes his hips stutter as it drags him over the edge. He muffles a roar by leaving his own bite on the harpy’s shoulder as he starts filling him with rope after rope of cum that has him squirming with how full it leaves him.

“Da-…bi…” Hawks eventually whines. “Too much.”

Dabi just runs his claws down Hawks' back in what he hopes is a calming gesture as he licks the new bite and waits to stop cumming.

“Dabiiii!” Hawks pouts instead.

“I warned you. Now it’s either in you or on some poor traveler’s head.” Dabi chuckles as he basks in the post-orgasm brain fog. “It’ll stop soon.”

“You are so lucky I don’t have any eggs.” Hawks huffs even as he relents to laying on Dabi’s still-clothed chest as the half-dragon starts taking them to the alley. He wraps his feathered wings around them for modesty's sake.

Dabi crowds Hawks against a wall once they’re on the ground for support so he can pull out and his pupils slit when his cum starts leaking out of Hawks’ utterly abused hole.

“Fuck, birdie. Think a feather can hold that in or do I need to eat you out a second time?” Dabi growls, tilting his head predatorily.

Hawks hisses in sensitivity when his cock tries to twitch at the thought. “Feather should get me home.” He decides before giving a little smirk. “I might need some help from there though.”

Dabi rumbles deep in his chest once more as he plucks a loose feather. “Let me say my goodbyes real quick, and I’ll be more than happy to take you apart properly.”

Dabi makes quick work of refastening his pants and belts before hurrying inside and slamming the feather down in front of Shigaraki with a wicked smirk that his disheveled appearance backs up. “Let me know if you need date night recommendations. Got some good connections now for you two to get your shit together.” He chuckles before throwing a wave over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow, losers!”

His friends just stare at the feather in disbelief.

“How in the fuck?” Is the general consensus that night.

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #dragon!dabi #harpy!hawks #twitter event #spookyscarydabiweek

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They were celebrating in this wretched little excuse for an inn. Threadbare, falling apart, and held together by hopes, dreams, and maybe a little glue. Astarion ordered a tall, cold beer for her. Sauntered over to the table they secured among the Harpers. “Thought you might enjoy this, darling.” He set the drink down in front of her. “A little treat for cooling that engine of yours.”

He’d give her time to drink, but he'd other ideas in mind for later. He had been so very patient waiting for the chance, a real chance to connect with her. Not these hurried things under the guise of a fire resistance potion for a hour at a time. Astarion enjoyed it, honestly. The times when they couldn't included. Where he didn’t have to use his body to enjoy being with someone. But he wanted to now. He craved the intimacy of her affections. Her kisses, specifically. He wasn’t too keen on sex part at the moment. Not through a fault of hers, mind.

“So after this, why don’t you indulge me later. The hug was nice and all, but I have something else in mind.” On his lips a smirk painted. The subtle gesture of his finger ran along his lips. She was clever surely. She’d catch his meaning.

Touch. An under appreciated sense. People tend to flock towards fearing being blind or deaf, but to lose the ability to touch was more impactful than one may like to realise. But after a frigid decade, Karlach was finally able to experience it once more. So suddenly, everything seemed brand new again. The wooden chairs that didn't scorch as she sat on them - when she wasn't trying deep breathing to calm herself. The feel of fur as she pet Scratch back at camp. The feel of a beer staying cold in its tankard... Chilled arms around her-

Her thoughts broke as he presented the foaming beer, her head fell back slightly as she said. "Ugh, you read me like a book. I was dying for one of these - thanks!" Karlach sat up properly, leaning one arm on the table while her other hand brought the pint to her lips. Licking away the foam.

Karlach's brow raised at his comment. Her gaze couldn't help but flicker downwards as he gestured around his lips before forcing them back up. A flip down in her stomach, a hitch in her chest. Perhaps the new piece Dammon had given her was still adjusting...right?

Whatever this was between them didn't really have a label. Friends with benefits? But without almost all the benefits. Maybe that was just fine. Maybe that's all they needed. A dark tendril pierced the back of her mind as she reminded herself of what Dammon had said... She hadn't long. So maybe keeping it as harmless flirting and the odd stolen kiss was the safest bet.

"Aha, so this is a bribe." Karlach grinned as she lifted her tankard toward him slightly. Bringing it back to her lips for a moment. When she placed it down, this time she instead removed the foam with her thumb. Looking him in the eyes as she licked it away. Returning such teasings. "So. Let's hear this 'something' of yours."

#v; ~untouchable no more~#rel; ~a tragic pair~#~craving sanguine~#~fluff friday~#~queue~#queue me falling down the stairs in shock for the unprompted fluff

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If I Were A Blackbird, part 6 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

She did end up texting him–she texted him a lot.

His phone buzzed against his thigh. Given that he shouldn’t have had it with him at all while he was practicing, waterproof case or not, he didn’t answer. Even though he was dying to.

Annabeth texted him at all hours of the day and night; random questions, silly memes, even the occasional bored selfie. Or flirty selfie.

He was maybe only a little ashamed of the couple of thirst traps he had sent her a few days ago, under the guise of having her pick them out for his Instagram. Then again, she was the one who had asked him for more. I need more options before I can pick the best one, she had said, and who was he to deny her? Really, though, he was only actually embarrassed because Jason had walked in on him during his mid-bathroom photoshoot. But, then Jason, like the true bro he was, had helped him with his setup, clearing his shit off the bathroom counter and crouching down behind him so he could pinch Percy’s thin shirt at the small of his back, tightening the fabric around his torso.

Annabeth had really liked that one. Percy had promised Jason that their next round was on him.

She had kept him up late last night, too, drawing him into a fascinating conversation about the history of Spartan black broth and viking blood bread, before hitting him with a surprise question about dogs. What about them? He had texted back.

How do you feel about them?

love a good dog! I had a sorta stray when i was growing up, this huge monster named mrs. o leary

That’s so cute! What kind of dog was she?

Honestly? no ideaprobably some kind of cross between a bear and a werewolfwe just called her the hellhound lol

We had a great dane when I was little

After the conversational whiplash had dissipated, he realized distantly that that was a distinctly date-y question, mixed in with all the flirting. And he found he did not have a problem with it.

“Jackson!” his coach shouted at him through the megaphone, yanking him back to reality–a hot, wet, Annabeth-less reality. “Keep it up!”

Shaking his head, he ducked under the jibe, readjusting to tack into the wind.

Afterwards, pulling into the docks, his coach waved at him from his little speedboat. “Nice work out there on the turns,” he said. “That was far and above your best time yet! Your head must have really been in the game.”

Percy chuckled, embarrassed. His head had most certainly not been in the game. “I guess it’s true what they say about most of the Olympics being mental.”

His coach laughed. “Well, if you race like that next week, that gold is as good as yours.”

He should have been pleased, but his mind was already elsewhere. With his coach’s back turned, he slipped out his phone, his heart picking up as he saw the little flashing light which indicated a new text.

There was indeed a new cluster of texts from Annabeth, shot off rapidfire.

So hypotheticallyIf you had a day off soonWould you be interested in going to a movieWith meKing of Sparta 3 is coming out, I thought it might be funUnless you think those movies are lameWe totally don’t have to lolIdk lolWhatever you wantWhat do you think?

Grinning broadly, he didn’t even check his schedule before texting back.

What’s your tolerance for pointing out historical inaccuracies?

Mere seconds passed before her reply.

My dad is a WW2 historianIt’s very high

A historian? He had thought her dad was some kind of politician.

In any case, Percy found himself waiting in front of a Cinepolis theater two days later, on another scorchingly hot day, about to willingly subject himself to the latest and greatest of Hollywood’s awful attempts at reinterpreting Greek mythology. It was kind of unnerving, what he was willing to do for this girl.

The girl in question appeared in the corner of his eye like some ethereal goddess, strolling down the street in a little black dress and sandals, her gorgeous hair pulled back into a bun, with little escaped curls wound tightly due to the humidity. Percy, who had decided to go out in a Yale shirt and shorts, cringed internally. Hopefully he wasn’t too underdressed.

Annabeth wrinkled her nose at his shirt, but gave him a kiss all the same when she reached him. Percy was just proud that he had managed to keep his blush under control. “What’s with the outfit?” she said, running her finger over his shoulder.

Percy, unrepentant, dragged his eyes up and down her dress, and was rewarded with that beautiful smirk of hers he was starting to become dangerously attached to. “I was told we were going to a movie, not a cocktail hour.”

“It’s not the level of dress, it’s the shirt. You couldn’t have picked anything else?”

“Well, excuse me, princess,” he quipped. “I would have gone with Team USA, but I thought that might be too obviously American for you.”

She blinked, face frozen in what Percy could only describe as blind panic, before her features smoothed out into a polite stare.

“Not a Zelda person, I take it?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Never mind.” Brazen, and with a mental reminder to show her the stupid Zelda cartoon later, Percy took her hand, leading her inside the blessedly air-conditioned theater.

He had offered to pay for VIP seats, where they could be served full meals and alcohol in a semi-private balcony for some privacy, but she declined. Not that it ended up mattering: the theater was already fairly empty, given that it was 1 PM on a Tuesday, and everyone else was probably watching the track and field events. Luckily for Percy, today was a shotput and javelin kind of day, not a sprinting kind of day, so he didn’t accidentally schedule their date during sprinting. It would be bad bro form to miss Jason’s race.

Percy and Annabeth were able to settle themselves in the very back row of the theater, sharing a couple of cokes and a jumbo bag of Cheetos popcorn. “You know,” he said, speaking over the preview for some dumb superhero flick, “the first time I ever got drunk was watching the original King of Sparta.”

Annabeth made an inquisitive noise, sipping on her coke.

“It was Luke’s idea,” he went on. “I went to visit him at Yale, and he thought it would be funny to play a drinking game. We would drink for inaccuracies, well-oiled chests, gratuitous Islamophobia–that kind of stuff. By the end of it, I was a complete goner.”

“That movie came out when I was fifteen,” she said. “How old were you?”

He smiled, sheepishly. “Fifteen?”

Annabeth gasped, playfully kicking his ankle. “Percy Jackson!”

“Careful,” he warned, “you’re sounding dangerously close to my mother.”

“So irresponsible,” she tsked. “What kind of Olympic role model are you, promoting underage drinking with your… cousin?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “And what about you?” he went on, rolling over what would certainly be her next question. Luke was a can of worms for a different day. “When was the first time you got drunk?”

She hummed, chewing a piece of popcorn. “Probably when I was twelve,” she said. “With my cousin, Magnus.”

Percy snorted.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault my aunt Natalie decided to ply us with mead. Besides, it was Yule!”

“Yule?”

“Kind of like Swedish Christmas,” she said. “We were celebrating!”

Percy was an ancient historian by training. He knew what Yule was, how it was decidedly not like Swedish Christmas, and how it was not exactly a common celebration in the modern period. But he decided not to go digging into why her family was celebrating it.

He never got the chance, anyway–the final preview finished, the lights dimmed, and the movie rolled.

Not two minutes in, they were treated to the sight of Tristan McClean’s glorious, well-oiled chest. Percy nudged her shoulder, waggling his eyebrows, and took a sip of his coke. She followed suit, nudging him right back.

Distantly, Percy wondered if they should have gotten the VIP tickets, even if just for the alcohol. But there was something really nice about the two of them knocking elbows and drinking their cokes, like two teenagers skipping class to go check out a movie. About twenty minutes in, Annabeth entwined her hand with his, squeezing his fingers and rubbing her thumb against his palm. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her hair soft against his neck and chin–and nearly jumped out of his skin at the feel of her lips at the collar of his shirt.

Well, it wasn’t like the movie was very interesting anyway.

Percy couldn’t tell you how much time had passed. King of Sparta: Blood of Mars dragged on, interminable, and Percy was happy to direct his engagement elsewhere, otherwise he would have had to be seriously offended on behalf of himself, his dad, and the entirety of the Greek pantheon. Instead, he got to focus on the way that Annabeth had her fingers twisted in his shirt, her thumbs at the base of his neck, like she was one heavy moment away from wrapping herself around him completely. Her mouth tasted like coke and movie theater popcorn, and while it was hot, there also wasn’t the need for it to get hotter. Percy could have stayed here, watching some shitty Hollywood movie for hours, as long as he got to do it while making out with Annabeth Chase, her fingers in his shirt and her ankle hooked around his.

At some point, she pulled away. In the blue light of the moonlit scene, her gray eyes sparkled. “Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey, yourself.”

“This is nice.”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “It is.” And it was. “I’ve… really enjoyed spending time with you.”

She scrunched her nose. “Don’t talk like our time’s up,” she said. “We still have a few weeks of Olympics left to go.” His heart fluttered, both at her protest, and at the looming end of the timeline that she was implying.

Percy drew in a deep breath, the request bubbling out of him. It wasn’t actually a big ask, yet he found himself on pins and needles, almost scared of her response. “Would you… come to my event next week?”

She paused. She unhooked her ankle from his. “You want me to come cheer you on?”

“Yeah.” It was probably a bad idea to have her there. She could potentially throw off his focus, and sailing was almost too much when he wasn’t focused. But he wanted her there. He wanted her with his family, screaming his name, and he wanted to see her when he won gold.

“Oh.” Her fingers relaxed in his shirt. “Um… no.”

Percy… didn’t do much of anything in response. “Oh.”

“Yeah…” She trailed off, looking away. “Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he said. “So, um… you’re going to be at table tennis, I take it?” Table tennis could be cool. It was scheduled at the same time as sailing, but he figured that the two groups of fans didn’t necessarily overlap. But if she liked table tennis, he could think it was cool.

“No, I’ll be at the race anyway,” she said.

Oh. “So… who are you cheering for?”

She still avoided his gaze, suddenly very intently paying attention to Tristan McLean making out with Scarlet Johanssen’s Cleopatra. “Ohlsson. Or Holmgren.”

He blinked. “Robert Ohlsson and Loke Holmgren?”

Annabeth tensed up again, almost imperceptible. Percy wouldn’t have felt it if he didn’t still have his hand on her arm. “Yep.”

Sailing at his level was a smallish community. He knew almost every sailor here to some extent. Ohlsson and Holmgren were both great guys, and good sailors. Easy in the water. Easy on the eyes. He didn’t know them super well, as they were on the Swedish team, but he knew them enough–they had been doing the circuit around the world together for years. There were another couple of Swedish sailors who hadn’t made the Olympics he knew better. But he texted with his friend Krister Drakenberg a little, and he had vouched for Loke especially. And he would actually call Adele Cederström and Marie-Sofie Söderlund, who competed in team events, his friends, and they’d talked about Robert when he’d had lunch with them the other day.

So, it made sense that they had fans. Maybe it even made sense that they had this fan. “But I thought you were American?” he said, going for a joke and maybe landing a little flat.

She shrugged. “I said I was from Boston. But it's… it’s more complicated than that.”

“You live in New York.”

“And sometimes I live in Stockholm.”

“Sometimes?”

Her jaw rounded out. “It’s very important to–to them, that I support Sweden.”

“Okay…” Them? He didn’t realize she and the sailors were so close. That was fine, of course. Like he said, Robert and Loke were good guys. “But you can still root for all three of us. You don’t have to support Team USA if you don’t want to. There’s more than two teams competing, anyway.”

Shoulders up to her ears, she flushed. “No, I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because–because it’d be weird!”

“Would it?” They didn’t really have much of a rivalry, not like the USA did with Great Britain or something like that.

She crossed her arms, staring at the screen.

Percy pulled his hands away. “I didn’t realize you were so into Swedish sports.”

“I’m not,” she said.

“Oh.” Then what was the issue? “So why is it so important for you to support Sweden if you’re not really into the teams?”

“Because I have to.”

“It's a race. Literally a single race for a sport most of the world doesn’t give a shit about. Including, apparently, you. Why can’t you cheer me on along with your friends?”

Annabeth glowered. “They aren’t my friends.”

Feeling like he had missed a couple of steps on the ladder, Percy gaped, flabbergasted. “Then why are you making such a big deal out of something so unimportant?”

“If it's so unimportant, why can’t you just let this go?” she almost snapped.

“Because you aren’t making any sense!”

She ground her teeth. “You–I–ugh!” Then she stood up, and stormed out, her hands clenched tightly around her coke.

Percy, left in the wake of a hurricane, could only blink, completely blindsided, until his common sense got the better of him, and he ran out to the lobby, hoping to catch up to her, to apologize. It didn’t matter which team she supported. It didn’t even matter if she showed up or not. Really, it didn’t.

But she was gone by the time he got outside.

***

“I watched your dad’s stupid movie,” was the first thing she said to Piper when her friend finally picked up the phone later that night.

She snorted over the speakerphone. “Why would you ever do that to yourself?”

Red-faced, lying on her hotel bed, she buried her head in her arms. “Because I took a guy on a date there.”

“...I don’t know if I should be offended that you used my father’s oiled and waxed chest to get in the mood,” Annabeth winced at the words because, ew. “Or if I should freak out that you went on a date?”

“Don’t read into it too much,” Annabeth said. “It was the latest showing, and I wanted to beat the crowds, for obvious reasons.” She rolled over, pressing her face into the pillow. “And a date isn’t that big a deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Piper shrieked. “Of course it's a big deal! You haven’t been on a date since Maxwell in college.”

“Well, you might remember how badly that one turned out.”

Piper hummed. “You know, I never got why. So he was an anti-monarchist–so am I, and we’re still friends.”

“You aren’t using me for points on weird political forums.”

“That you know of.” Piper said. “But really, it's been like five years. Normally you just hit it and quit it. Tell me tell me tell me!”

She sighed internally. “Don’t get too excited,” She advised. “Looks like it's going to be quit after all.”

She launched into the story, starting with the club in New York and the fortuitous meeting at the Olympics, glossing over his soft, dark hair and his rough-but-gentle hands and the way his sea-green eyes glittered when they were out on the water, and ending with her entirely unbecoming escape from the movie theater. Hans had said nothing as he pulled up alongside her, taking off before she had even fully closed the door, ignoring the frustrated tears which had already begun leaving tracks on her face.

“...Girl.”

“I know!” She groaned. “I just–when he said he knew Ohlsson I freaked out! Like, what if they’re gossiping in the locker rooms or whatever they have and Percy is talking about this total loser girl he went on two dates with, and Ohlsson will be like, ‘What was her name?’ and Percy will be like, ‘Anna something,’ and then Ohlsson will be like, ‘You mean the princess? The fucking princess?’”

As the resident royal representative, she had had dinner with the entire Swedish athletic delegation just last week. She didn’t remember Holmgren, but she and Ohlsson had had a long conversation about a mutual favorite art gallery. Luckily for Annabeth, it was one of the few she had actually been to. Unluckily for Annabeth, she had spent a good forty percent of it subtly checking her phone for new texts from Percy, and she was pretty damn sure she hadn’t gotten away with it.

“Why would he ask for your name?” Piper mused.

“That’s what you’re focusing on?”

“It just seems kind of like a weird assumption.”

“Piper, please. I need your help with this.”

“I don’t know why you think I can fix your relationship issues, just because my mom is–”

“It’s not a relationship!” She blurted out.

She could almost feel Piper’s skepticism oozing through her speaker. “Well, did you want it to be?”

Dragging herself upright, Annabeth leaned against her headboard, wrapping her arms around her knees. “I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Maybe?” She had been tossing the idea around. Maybe she had even found herself occasionally daydreaming about what Percy Jackson might look like in royal finery (and boy, did he look good, even in her imagination). But the truth was, she hadn’t even been thinking about that with him. With Percy, she could tease, banter, laugh–forget. Was she selfish enough to drag him kicking and screaming into her world of nightmares?

“I mean you’ve only been on two dates with the guy.”

She sighed. “I know, I know, I just… there’s just something about him.” Because Piper was right–she had only been on two dates with him. She hadn’t spent much time with him at all, certainly not long enough for her to be considering him for something so serious. And yet, there was something about him, about his sharp, noble features, his effortless confidence, his soft, quiet smile which was very, very appealing to her. “I feel–I feel drawn to him, somehow. Like he gets it. Like he understands me.”

“Maybe he’s a secret prince,” Piper suggested, only half-jokingly.

Annabeth fucking hoped not. “I don’t really know how to explain it,” she mumbled, playing with the hem of her shirt. “I just wanted to spend some time with him.”

“Spend time with him, as in a fling? Or a potential husband?”

She couldn’t answer that right now. She didn’t think she could answer that ever. “I should text him and apologize, right?”

“It’d be a good start,” Piper said, “particularly if you are considering him for a potential husband. And if you are, you should probably tell him that.”

Annabeth groaned.

“In lieu of an animal sacrifice, I will accept an offering of Tom Ford nail polish,” she chirped. “Now go forth and text your man.”

“He’s not–” Annabeth protested, but Piper had already hung up. And Annabeth couldn’t deny the flutter in her stomach at the idea. Percy Jackson. Her man.

It was an intoxicating idea.

Flipping her phone around in her hand, she began composing her text. “I’m sorry” seemed like a poor introduction, but “hey” was even worse. And “How was the rest of the movie” might have been her dumbest idea yet.

So she went with something simple, straightforward. Percy, she sent him, I’m sorry I walked out on you

A minute or so passed. His read receipt came up. There was no reply. I’d like to see you again, if that’s okay, she sent. To explain myself

That would be nice, came the reply. What would be nice, she wondered: to see her again, or whatever half-assed explanation she could come up with? When/where?

You pick, she said. Any time

You free tomorrow night?

Yes, she said without checking. Where?

He didn’t respond after that. Maybe he had done the responsible thing, and gone to sleep.

Annabeth had to turn off her phone, pulling her covers over her head, and tried to think about nothing.

In the morning, she turned on her phone to see a final message from Percy, from just after she had fallen asleep.

Hans didn’t question her when she asked to be taken to the Parque de Santa Ana later that night. He didn’t even try to give her his normal safety talk when he deposited her on the side of a busy street in the hot, sticky, Mérida evening.

Percy had beaten her there. She saw him leaning back against a metal park bench, his gaze focused on the fountain in the center of the park, watching the water shoot up in little spurts. Annabeth stood there for longer than she meant to, trying to figure out the pattern, but there was no pattern, it seemed. Every time she thought she could predict which water jet would go next, another one popped out from nowhere.

Metaphor for her life, she supposed.

“Percy,” she said, finally stepping up to him.

He turned his head, his back straightening. There was movement on his face which suggested that a smile had been quickly smothered into something more serious. “Hey,” he said, softly.

“Hey.”

Entirely too respectfully, he looked her up and down. “Nice dress.”

Glancing down, she flushed. She had totally not meant to wear a blue dress tonight. That was… concerning.

“Um,” she began, intelligently, her hand tightening around the strap of her purse. “I think I owe you an explanation.”

But he shook his head. “I totally overreacted,” he said, hands out in a placating gesture. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. And you definitely don’t need my permission to support whatever team you want.” He paused. “Even the Red Sox.”

“How magnanimous of you,” she quipped. And then she wanted to hit herself. Because they weren’t supposed to be flirting. This was supposed to be her big, off-her-chest moment. “I prefer hockey anyway.”

“I can do hockey,” he said.

“No, I mean–” She sighed. “Percy, I want to talk about this with you. If you’ll let me.”

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he insisted, without missing a beat. “I never want you to feel like you’re backed into a corner with me.”

“I don’t,” she said.

His whole being seemed to soften, a little smile poking out from the serious exterior. She hadn’t even meant to say something so embarrassing, if true, out loud, but to be rewarded with this? It was a perfectly acceptable trade-off. “Let’s go for a walk,” Percy said, standing up. “And maybe a cold drink?”

They ended up grabbing a couple of horchatas at a shop along the road. Annabeth paid for both, and Percy didn’t protest. Nor did he start the conversation, merely sipping at his drink, patiently waiting for her to speak her piece.

“I have a weird relationship with my family,” she said eventually, as they wandered down the main drag. It was a gorgeous street, with wonderfully intricate colonial architecture, their white and beige columns even brighter against the dark sky. The street was thronged with people weaving in and out of the green space which ringed it, chatter and laughter and drunken cheers mixed in with the occasional roar of a car or motorcycle. Even with their company, she couldn’t help but feel safely alone with Percy.

“I thought things with your dad were okay?” Percy asked.

Annabeth laughed, softly. She couldn’t believe he even remembered that. “They are,” she admitted. “But my weird relationship is so much more than just him. My mom… died.” She nearly choked on the strangeness of the word. “And my dad never really got over her. My uncle lost his wife and kids a few years before I was born, and it kind of destroyed him emotionally. So, my dad felt a lot of pressure to carry on the family line. And my stepmother was very eager to step into that place. And pretty upset that her eagerness didn’t really allow my dad to get over my mom. And my uncle… he doesn’t mean to be an asshole, but, you know. The whole emotionally destroyed thing.”

Percy nodded, listening to her with the same focus and intent he had shown her out on the water.

“And that’s to say nothing of the fact that he was kind of wary about my mom,” she went on. “And probably jealous that my dad was able to move on.” For a given value of moving on, anyway. She thought of his quiet tears when they watched Roman Holiday a couple of weeks ago, and sighed. “I do actually try not to rock the boat, so to speak. I don’t want to give them more reasons to be wary. To add my fuel to my stepmother’s resentment fire. Or to make my dad decide he likes my half siblings better than me. They’re very big on home team pride.”

“So you feel like you have to support Sweden?”

“Yes,” she said, because she did feel like she had to. But it wasn’t like the concept was abhorrent to her. “Have you ever been to Sweden?” she asked. It was so hot here. Sticky and humid and scorching. Not at all like the summers she had spent in the fjords.

He shook his head.

She tried to think about how to describe it. “I was born in Boston. And I’ve lived in upstate New York, Virginia, California. All over. But Sweden…” Annabeth turned her gaze upwards, watching the dark tree branches as they wove in and out of the inky black sky. Right now, in Stockholm, it was early morning, but the sun would have already been up for hours. She could see it clearly, in her mind’s eye, the golden light as it gently flowed over the water at Rosersberg Palace, rolling over the lush gardens, picture perfect, like something out of a fairy tale, or one of the sagas. “Like I said, my family dynamic was weird. And where my dad lived was always up in the air. But Sweden is home. Even if I was living in West Point and stuff was weird at home and at school.” Nothing like being the smartest kid in the room, and having it constantly questioned because you couldn’t sit still, or could barely read English. “I always knew I would be able to go back over the summer. My uncle had horses and boats, and sometimes one of his staff would take me out on the ocean, and tell me stories about viking warriors. My cousin Magnus was there. And my Aunt Natalie, and she had just… figured out life. Done things her own way. And gotten away with it.”

He smiled, his face softening. “That sounds nice.”

“It was everything.” She said, because it had been. The royalty thing had been a semi-secret her whole childhood, when they were in the states. In Sweden, there was no pretense. “I love it. I live in New York because I need the space sometime. But it isn’t a permanent solution. I don’t want it to be.” If she had to, she could live without a Dunkin Donut ever again, hard as it would be. But the idea of never again getting to eat one of Lisette’s semla from the palace kitchen was so unbelievably sad. “So, I want to cheer on Sweden. I want them to win.” She looked at him, his eyes were trained on her, his smile soft, understanding. And so she offered a joke. “There are only two Swedish sailors in your race, though. You can have the bronze.”

He cracked a grin. “Well, I thank you for your consideration.”

She grinned in response, sort of slumping against his side, feeling like she just completed a marathon.

“I do get it,” he said. “Family is weird, and home is special.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Percy nodded, and she could feel it at her side more than see it. “I’m a New Yorker.”

“For real?”

“Ha ha.” He swatted at her. “But, for me, home is always going to be this house in Connecticut, where we moved in with Luke and his mom.”

“He’s your cousin, right?”

Percy nodded, and then shook his head. “Yeah, but that’s on our dad’s side. His mom’s sick, and his dad hired my mom to take care of her.”

“Are you close to your dad?”

She could see it in his eyes, that sudden moment of frozen hesitation. The look of a nerve that had been hit. A secret on the cusp of being uncovered. Piper’s words suddenly came back to her: Maybe he’s a secret prince. But she shook them away. It was a silly fantasy.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” she said. He had given her grace; it was only fair she gave it to him in return.

He shrugged, swallowing. “I… don’t really know my dad,” Percy admitted. By now, they had reached the Monumento a la Patria, a semi-circular art structure decorated with Mayan-inspired reliefs. Tonight, it was all lit up in bright colors, a rainbow neon pinks and greens and blues and yellows, forming the shape of the Olympic rings. Percy took a seat on the steps, away from the couple taking a selfie in front of the central statue, and Annabeth sat down next to him. “I’ve met him a few times over the years.” He played with the straw of his drink, squeezing it between his fingers. “But he’s never really been there, and he didn’t give my mom shit. You know, other than a baby she couldn’t afford when she was eighteen.”

He looked up at the sky, like he was asking the gods why his father was such a deadbeat.

“But I don’t care,” he said. His voice had a touch of darkness she had never heard from him before. “I don’t need him. I never did. I had my mom and Luke and May growing up, and that was more than enough.”

Seized with a spirit of boldness she didn’t know she had, she took his hand. It was warm, even in the hot, sticky night, but she found she didn’t mind one bit. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “That’s terrible, what he did to her.”

He looked at her, then huffed a laugh. “Yeah, well. It all worked out in the end. I’m glad I exist. Even if he isn’t.”

“I’m glad, too.” Somehow, without her noticing, they had been moving closer together. His face was now inches from hers, his high cheekbones thrown into sharp relief by the dark night and the glow of the streetlights. In the darkness, his eyes were almost glowing. “I’m so glad you’re here.” For so, so many reasons.

His lips turned up, like he knew that there was more than one. “Annabeth,” he breathed, reverent. And then he kissed her, his free hand resting against her neck.

His lips were soft, his mouth tasted of vanilla and sea salt, and for maybe twenty seconds, all was right with the world.

Which was, of course, when it all went to shit.

Not that she didn’t believe Percy’s kisses could cause her to see stars, but the flashes of light in her face were something else entirely. As were the deafening shouts and questions of the photographers. “Princess!” Someone yelled at her. “Your highness, over here!”

She pulled away, opening her eyes to the blinding flash of photography. Out of the sea of cold lights, Hans appeared in his black suit, already hauling Annabeth up and shielding her from view as he led her to the car, parked just a little ways away. It took her a moment to realize she still had a death-grip on Percy’s hand, dragging him with them.

“Annabeth,” he said, bewildered, “what–”

“Keep your head down,” she said, not knowing if she could be heard over the aggressive roar of a hungry mob. “Don’t look at them.”

Hans didn’t question Percy’s presence, giving him equal cover as Annabeth pulled him into the car, and shutting the door behind them both. In a flash, they were off, speeding out of the square.

Percy pulled his hand away. Annabeth buried her head in hers.

Oh gods above she was screwed.

Hans, bless him, knew to drop Percy off first at the Olympic Village without even being asked. When Annabeth risked a glance, Percy was staring into his hands, his brow furrowed. He looked at her as the car slowed to a stop, confusion written clearly across his face, an unspoken question hanging in the air between them. A question she just couldn’t bring herself to answer.

Without a word, he opened the door and slid out, lightly jogging up the stairs to the Village. Annabeth watched him as he ducked inside, disappearing without so much as a backwards glance.

#my fic #percabeth #pjo fic #darkmagyk #perseannabeth #patatayo #princess sailor au #the rivalry ends here #:*

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torreshalstead · 1 year

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Your eyes in my life - Chapter 13

Summary - The night of Kim’s final layover as a flight attendant ended with a one night stand with a stranger she met across a bar.

6 years later, that same stranger walked into the 21st District and was assigned as her new Rookie and her life was thrown upside down. She hadn’t seen Adam since that night in LA. But she saw his eyes every day. In the eyes of their daughter.

Chapters - 13/?

Chapter Summary - Adam knows about Annabelle so now it’s time for Kim and Adam to have the conversation that’s been 5 years coming.

Notes - Really excited we’ve got to this point! Unfortunately this is also when I tell you that I’ll be taking a break from posting this story until the first week in June, I go on vacation next week and won’t be back until then. I made this chapter a little longer to make up for it so hope you enjoy! AO3 Link

Kim didn’t even try to stop the tears from spilling, she just tightened her arms around her sleeping daughter and hoped that Trudy and Kev would take their time before returning with dinner.

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen.

She wasn’t sure how it was supposed to happen, but she knew for certain it shouldn’t have been like this. She had blindsided him, she hadn’t meant to but she had. He had found out perhaps the biggest news of his life out of the blue and yet… he had acted so graciously. She was sure if she had found out something equally as earth shattering, she wouldn’t have been able to hold it together like that, to smile and to say it was okay.

She knew it wasn’t okay, Kim was under no guise that it wasn’t okay for Adam to have found out like this. She should have told him the moment she saw him on that first day in the district, but it just didn’t seem right. To give him this giant piece of news on his first day in a new job. To potentially give him the shock of his life. Hell it had been a shock to her when she had found out so goodness knows how he would have been expected to handle that. It was a big enough shock for her to be assigned as his Training Officer, she knew that.

Maybe she should have told him when they first went out for drinks, but he had opened up about his dad and she had spoken about her experiences as a female cop, it just didn’t seem right. It was nice to just be Adam and Kim for a bit, not a TO and a Rookie, not someone keeping a secret from someone else, he was even flirting with her and she liked it. If she had dropped this on him then maybe he would have stopped flirting, maybe he would have run, maybe he would have yelled. But he had a right to do any of those things, and she had taken that away from him.

She ran her hand over her, their, sleeping daughter's hair. She had wanted to tell him, after the case with the two young girls. He had been so good with them and she could see it, him being a father to Annabelle, him looking after her like he had looked after Emma. But then Annabelle had gotten sick and she had had to run out. Then they were thrown straight into this case.

There had never been a good time. This was potentially the worst time; she was shot, confined to a hospital bed and he had had to figure it out himself. She had known as soon as he saw Annabelle he would know, those eyes told him everything he needed to.

She would explain it all, she thought, explain how she had wanted to tell him, why she didn’t, what had happened. He deserved to know all of it, and so did she, she looked down at Annabelle, she had a father who could be in her life. If he wanted to be. But did he even want to be?

He never asked for this, he never asked for any of this. What if he wanted nothing to do with them now? What if he wanted to run away, never see her or his daughter again? What if he blamed her? Blamed her for keeping his daughter from him for the past 5 years, could she blame him if he was angry? He might be furious at her. How would she explain to their daughter that the reason her father wanted nothing to do with her was because he hated her mother? Hated her for not giving him a choice in this.

But how he had looked at her, looked at Annabelle once he had realised. There was only love in his eyes, Kim could see that. His smile was warm, it was true. He wouldn’t walk away. She knew Adam Ruzek well enough to know that he wouldn’t walk away from them, either of them. He would be the best father he could possibly be, and Kim knew he would be a wonderful father to Annabelle, he would make up for every moment of lost time. And they would never lose a moment again.

Then another thought struck her, what if he wanted every moment? How would it work? Would they share custody? Would he want more than that? To make up for all the time he had missed, would he want to take Annabelle from her? Could he? Kim’s mind was spinning, every possibility a jumble in her brain.

She took a deep breath, one step at a time, she would take this one step at a time. First she had to talk to him about it, explain. And then she would talk to Annabelle. And then they would meet, meet for the first time as father and daughter. If they both wanted to that was. She wasn’t going to force Adam to be a part of Annabelle’s life, but she also wasn’t going to force it upon her daughter. She would explain as much as she could, in terms that a 5 year old could understand but she would also listen. If Annabelle didn’t want to meet Adam just yet, then it was up to her. Kim knew Adam would understand that, he was one of the most understanding guys she had ever met. He wouldn’t want to make Annabelle uncomfortable, she knew it would hurt, hurt Adam, hurt her, but if that’s what Annabelle wanted then that’s what they would do.

And then whatever comes next, comes next. She couldn’t predict that, it was all out of her control. But for now, she could sleep, at least that was in her control. She was tired, exhausted even. She would sleep and face it all in the morning.

She shuffled down the bed slightly, pulling Annabelle in tighter, getting them both comfortable and closed her eyes. She was asleep before Kevin and Trudy returned, not hearing them slide in quietly to the room and leave the food on her table. Trudy taking a seat in the chair and Kevin saying he would be at the end of the phone if she needed him.

She didn’t hear Adam arrive the next morning, pastries still warm in a paper bag, coffee in hand. Didn’t hear him pass one over to their sergeant and promise to get them both home safe. Didn’t hear Trudy thank him warmly, and say goodbye, leaving Adam alone with the two asleep in the bed.

But when she woke, she was greeted by a warm smile, a warm coffee and a warm Danish.

‘I didn’t know what you and Annabelle would like, so I just got a selection. I hope that’s okay,’ Adam said with a smile from his seat in the corner. Kim didn’t know what would happen next, but she could tell from his smile that it would be okay.

Annabelle stirred next to her and both adult’s eyes fell on her then met in the middle. They both knew the conversation would have to wait for a little longer, but as she looked into the eyes of the man who had brought them breakfast without them asking, she knew he didn’t mind. He would wait for however long it took. But she wouldn’t make him wait much longer. Once Annabelle’s sitter picked her up, it would be time.

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It didn’t take long for them to be left alone in Kim’s apartment. As promised, Adam had driven both her and Annabelle home once Kim had been cleared by the doctors. She had introduced Adam to Annabelle as just Adam, someone she worked with. It was all she could do for now, all other explanations would need to wait but Annabelle had still grinned up at Adam and held out her hand for him to shake, introducing herself as Annabelle Marie Burgess. Kim had seen Adam’s eyes glaze over for just a second at the introduction. Kim guessed it was at the realisation that he had helped create the wonderful little girl, someone who was confident and polite. She hoped it was also pride she was seeing in his eyes, just a little.

Lia had picked up Annabelle just 8 minutes after they had returned home, just enough for the little girl to change her outfit, grab her backpack and be herded out the door, yelling love you to her mother as she did so.

Once the door shut, Kim felt the shift in the air. All the delaying, all the excuses, they were over with now.

‘Want a seat?’ She offered, gesturing to the couch that was pushed against the wall. Adam nodded without saying a word and took a seat, Kim joined him a second later, her movements still slow from aftermath of the shooting.

‘I’m sorry,’ she started, ‘sorry it’s taken me this long to tell you.’

She wasn’t sure what she expected his reaction to be, but all she saw was sadness in his eyes, and that was the last thing she thought she’d see reflected back at her. Anger, sure, shock, maybe, but sadness, it hadn’t been on her radar.

‘Just tell me one thing before you say anything else,’ he said, his voice a little more hoarse than it usually was. Kim imagined he had barely slept at all the night before. When Kim nodded he continued, ‘did you keep her from me because you thought I’d be like my dad? That I’d be a bad father?’

‘No!’ Kim said, slightly louder than was necessary given how close they were sitting but she needed him to know that that was never a thought in her mind. ‘Not at all Adam, I don’t think you’re anything like your father. I think you’ll be a wonderful father to her, I really do. I didn’t mean to keep her from you, I just…’ she paused. ‘I just didn’t know how or when to tell you.’

‘Okay,’ Adam said, his shoulder’s visibly relaxing. ‘I get it. Well I don’t,’ he chuckled slightly, ‘But I’m hoping I will do in a bit.’ Kim should have known that would be his biggest fear, the fear that she had made a conscious decision to not tell him because she thought he wouldn’t be up to the task, that he’d be like his father. But she could see nothing of the man he called his father in Adam, they couldn’t be more different.

‘And I’ll tell you everything, and anything I don’t, just ask, please Adam, just ask me anything.’ And with that, she started, she started from the very beginning.

And to Adam’s credit, he just let her talk. She hadn’t planned what to say so her story was a little jumbled, she was sure she was missing bits out but she tried to explain. She explained how she found out she was pregnant, thanks to Trudy Platt. How scared she was, and how she thought about trying to contact him but had no idea how to get in touch or even what his last name was. She explained how she had contacted the bar but it had closed down and no one had any records so after that she decided she would just do it alone. She would work hard to give Annabelle everything she would receive from two parents, just by herself.

She told him stories of when she said her first word - mama. When she took her first steps; just straight across the room when Kim had been on the phone to Kevin and she had screamed down the phone to him so loudly that he had driven straight over thinking she was in trouble. She told him how she had cried the first day she had gone to Kindergarten but how proud she had been when she came home and told her all about it, about the friends she had made, the teacher she had and everything she had learnt.

‘She’s a talker, that’s for sure,’ Kim said with a chuckle.

‘You’ve done an incredible job Kim, she’s wonderful,’ Adam said warmly, glancing over at her, tears ghosting in the corner of his eyes.

‘And then you showed up at the 21st and it was like the ground was disintegrating under my feet,’ Kim said, realising they had got on to the part of the story that Adam probably cared the most about. The reason it had taken her until today to let him know he had a daughter. ‘You were the last person I expected to see walking through those doors.’

‘You were the last person I expected to see when I did,’ Adam said with a small chuckle.

‘You threw me off my game, I really didn’t know how to act or be around you knowing that I had this secret that was so large,’ Kim admitted. ‘I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how you would react. Wanted to find the perfect time, which I obviously didn’t,’ she said bashfully.

‘Every time I thought about telling you, something else would come up or I couldn’t find the right words, and for that I truly am sorry Adam. For making you wait a moment longer to find out the truth, you didn’t deserve that,’ Kim dropped her head, the guilt of the situation starting to bubble up inside her.

‘I know now though,’ Adam said, his voice still void of any of the anger that Kim had expected. ‘And that’s what matters.’

Kim nodded slowly, ‘is there anything else you want to know?’

‘Does she know about me?’ He asked after a moment.

‘No,’ Kim shook her head, she swore she saw his heart break slightly at her words. ‘She knows that her father is a friend of mine that I don’t get to see very often. She’s never asked much about you yet, lots of her friends are from single parent homes so I think she’s just taken what I said and hasn’t thought more about it.’

‘Well I guess that’s the truth,’ Adam said slowly.

‘But I’ll tell her now, I don’t intend to keep her in the dark but Adam I have to say, if she doesn’t want to meet you in the context of being her dad then I’m not going to force her,’ Kim said, glancing up at him, unsure of how he would take this additional twist.

‘No, I don’t want to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to, she’s her own person,’ Adam said quickly, shaking his head, and Kim couldn’t help herself, she reached out to hold his hand. He flipped his over and laced their fingers together and she felt him squeeze gently.

‘But I’ll tell her tonight, and then if she wants to see you, you could come over for dinner tomorrow?’ Kim suggested.

‘That sounds perfect,’ Adam said with a smile. ‘I can bring over takeout?’

‘Then you’ll definitely be her favourite,’ Kim chuckled.

‘That was my plan all along,’ Adam said, laughing lightly with her.

‘Thank you,’ she said softly, staring down at their joined hands.

‘What for?’ He asked curiously.

‘For giving me her, she’s my whole world,’ Kim said quietly, feeling him squeeze her hand again.

‘I think she’s about to become mine too,’ Adam murmured, Kim felt her heart melt slightly at his words. The pair fell into a comfortable silence, sitting hand in hand on her couch.

That was the first difficult thing done, Kim thought, and it had gone better than she thought. But now she had to tell their daughter, and if she was being honest with herself, she had no idea how she was going to react. She would find out in a couple of hours, she only had that long to figure out how she would tell her. Tell her that her father was the man she had met that day, and that he wanted to see her, wanted to be a part of her life. It was a lot to tell a 5 year old, but she deserved to know. And Adam deserved to meet his daughter, and meet her as her father, not just Kim’s colleague.

‘Do you want to see some of her photo albums?’ Kim offered after a while. She never expected Adam’s face to light up like the fourth of July when he nodded, but she felt a warmth in her stomach when she got up to collect the albums, the reason for which she wasn’t quite sure she could put her finger on. But she didn’t mind, having him there, talking about their daughter, glancing through pictures, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

#burzek #Chicago pd #Adam ruzek #Kim burgess #burzek fanfiction #chicago pd fic #one Chicago #one chicago fic #burzek fanfic #chicago pd fanfic #one chicago fanfic #burzek fic #chicago pd fanfiction #one chicago fanfiction

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thepervymermaid · 3 years

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Maybe some general yan Mikey hcs? Perhaps with him slowly falling for the reader who does not go to the same school nor lives in his “territory”

Characters: Mikey

Warnings: Yandere themes, isolation, controlling behavior, threats, Stockholm syndrome at the end (mentioned)

…This is pretty long, if you can’t tell I had a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy!

You were just being nice to him, there was nothing more to it.

His order got messed up at a restaurant, and you were sweet enough to give him your plate, since you hadn’t eaten it yet. In his usual childish manner, he was overly thankful to you and was basically showering you in appreciation.

For the rest of the meal him and Draken kept talking to you, Mikey encouraging you to come sit with them. That’s when he found out that sadly, you guys didn’t go to the same school, and that you were unaffiliated with any gangs. Just your average person.

After that it wasn’t uncommon for you to bump into him around town, even though his school was quite a few minutes away. You didn’t find it strange though, even welcoming these meetings.

He always dragged you with him, usually Draken was with you guys, but slowly you notice that Draken appears less and less frequently when you bump into him. You ask Mikey about it but he just says something about him being busy, never really going into detail.

After a while, it was just the two of you going out together. He would take you to get lunch, go for walks, make you go on bike rides with him, anything he could think of under the guise of two friends hanging out.

Things were pretty good for a while, however you found it weird that some of your friends were slowly distancing themselves from you. Anytime you ask them to hang out they were busy.

Some of the members of Toman would bow to you or greet you even though you’ve never talked to them before. You asked Mikey about this, but he played it off as them just being friendly.

Mikey also became more possessive. He was always touching you one way or another whether it was grabbing your wrist, holding your hand, leaning against you, or resting on your lap.

Any guy that gave you too much attention was immediately put off, by Mikey's cold lifeless glare.

You only figured out what was happening because you caught Mikey beating up a guy that was flirting with you. After that, he chased you down and while he was trying to be patient and make up an excuse, you wouldn’t stop freaking out, so he just cut to the chase and just straight up admitted what was happening. His tight grip on your arm preventing you from leaving, and almost a silent threat for you to listen to him.

He expects you to still hang out with him after this. If you try to avoid him, he’ll go straight to your school, find your class, and drag you out. Don’t even bother looking to your teacher for help, because if the look Mikey sends him is anything to go by, you’re on your own.

He tries to pretend nothing has changed, but you flinch every time he gets too close to you, and try to pull away from him. He ignores it though, pretending that it was something else that scared you.

As his dark impulses get worse and more out of control, he becomes more possessive and more controlling.

Initially it’s him convincing you to transfer schools, or more like sending enough of his rougher looking men to your school, which causes the teachers to tell your parents about it and have you transferring quickly for your safety.

Then it’s forcing you to join his gang, so that he can keep a closer eye on you, but he never takes you to battles. Simply makes you wait for him to come back, so you can patch him up. If you try to refuse, he’ll guilt trip you, and the pout he gives you reminds you of the old Mikey causing you to usually give in.

Though, its hard to feel guilty when he breaks into your room at three in the morning demanding you patch him up.

It starts to become too much, and you have no way of leaving him, too fearful of what he’ll do to your loved ones. You try to play along, placating him when he’s upset, and overtime he lets some of the more trusted members of Toman be around you, but if any of them get to chatty with you, he cuts them off again.

You begin to feel claustrophobic in his presence. Like you no longer have any freedom, or free will... and to a certain extent you don't.

At least with Toman, you have some people you can talk with, but after they split up, it’s just you and him. He doesn't let anyone in Bonten around you, any trust he has completely gone.

By this point, you’ve already given up, convincing yourself that all you need is Mikey, and that your feelings for him are love.

…and Mikey is very welcoming of this change...

#Tokyo Revengers #Yandere tokyo revengers #mikey #manjiro sano #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #mikey x reader #yandere mikey x reader

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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May I get some Headcanons with Otis and a reader who is... Not exactly shy, but shitty at expressing themself when they have feelings for someone and choose gift giving (especially stuff they made themself) as a form of flirting / love language? So at first Otis is just slightly confused by the sudden wave of gifts he's getting , all "Hey Otis, thought this shirt would look cool on you", "You like that necklace? Eh, keep it, I only spent two hours beading it anyways " , "Hey Otis! Do ya want this knife?" Until he someday realizes that reader has been massively crushing on him for a while. Gender neutral language would be ideal pls (Extra points for Otis teasing until Reader actually gets a bit pissed because they think he's making fun of their unrequited crush until Otis- Well you know the drill)

Otis Driftwood with a future S/O who’s love language is gift giving:

You had been a friend of the family for a little while now, and you had made or gotten every member at least one gift already. Just to show your appreciation for how they accepted you into their family.

They all loved your little gifts, thanking you for them.

But then your feelings for Otis began to grow as the two of you became closer.

You were never amazing at expressing how you feel and Otis wasn’t an easy person to have those type of conversations with, so you settled for what you knew best. Gift giving!

You have a knack for crafting and enjoyed making gifts, thinking they held more sentimental value than purchased items. So, when Otis randomly commented on your handmade bracelet being ‘cool’, you set out to make him one of his own.

He was definitely surprised when you presented him with it the next day, accepting the gift but asking if you went out of your way to make it. You just shrugged, telling him it only took a couple of hours, which seemed excessive to him but he appreciated it.

You had the biggest smile on your face when you noticed him wearing it later on.

In a passing comment, he had complained that the handle of his favourite knife cracked and he’d either have to take the time to fix it or just get a new one. You spent the next week searching for the perfect replacement before gifting it to him, explaining “you said you needed a new one” as you shrugged, acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

But then the gifts started getting a little more random, no prompting from Otis being needed.

Getting him a shirt just because you thought it would suit him, crafting more Jewellery, or crafting little morbid sculptures that you knew Otis would appreciate.

All of that under the guise of just liking to give gifts.

But Otis knew that there had to be something else going on. Sure, you would give Baby gifts too, she particularly liked your jewellery, but he received more than anyone and he knew it.

He just didn’t understand why. It was like you were going out of your way to get him these things.

He was wearing a shirt that you had got him and Baby commented on it. Asking if it was the shirt you got him before adding “Christ, just ask them out already” laughing before just walking away.

Otis has never felt so stupid, of course that’s why you had been getting him so many gifts. Everyone knew that was how you showed affection, how didn’t he notice earlier?

You had feelings for him! And it was obvious...

Luckily for you, he had returned your feelings, but this would be fun to mess with you about.

As days passed, Otis made an effort to tease you. Flirting with you more intensely than he usually would, standing far too close, giving lingering touches that couldn’t be called platonic.

And it would always manage to get you flustered, and maybe even a little confused.

Then you went to give him another gift, which he accepted with a smirk. But instead of just letting it go without comment, he joked about how ‘cute your crush’ was.

You froze, eyes widening. You just wanted the ground to open up and swallow you.

You told him he was being ridiculous before quickly leaving the room.

From then on, Otis continued to tease you about the crush he was now completely certain you had on him.

Eventually, he pushed it too far. And thankfully you were alone so nobody else would see you snap at him.

You couldn’t help it, you snapped at him to just shut up, surprising him a little. He knew that he was annoying you but he hadn’t expected to upset you like this.

“Yes, okay, I have feelings for you. Happy now? Just stop making fun of me because of it!”

Otis and you teased each other all the time, it never bothered either of you. Clearly this was hitting a nerve for you though.

“God, you’re such an asshole sometimes” you scoffed before storming past him, not able to sit around being mocked by the person you had fallen for.

Otis cursed to himself, knowing he had messed up and upset you. Still, he’s not very good at this.

So, he grabs your arm before you can storm past him, pulling you back to stand in front of him, only amused when you fight him and complain.

You were embarrassed, upset, and pissed with him, so you were barely letting him speak.

“Will you shut the fuck up for a second?!” Otis finally got you to go silent, glaring at him, just wanting to leave. “If you’d stop talking for one damn second, I’d be able to tell you that I like you too” he rolled his eyes at you.

“...what?” you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t make me say it again” Otis scoffed, grabbing your hip and pulling you towards him so that you collided with his chest.

“You’re an asshole” you muttered, face a light shade of red, as he just smirked at you.

“Yeah, I know” he shrugged, well aware of that information.

You would have said something else to wipe that smirk off of his face but he had already kissed you. Considering himself much better at (and preferring too) express feelings through physical actions than words.

#otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher #slashers #My writing

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kkusuka · 3 years

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HQ poly Headcannons pt. 2

Poly Headcannons <3 part 1

pairs: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

nsfw and sfw

Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sfw

This was an interesting match up

Considering the fact that Tooru can barely stand sharing you sometimes, they seem to make it work!

You were most likely Ushiwaka’s girlfriend, and Tooru just couldn't stand for that

Well at first he didn't really know that fact

He met you in the stans after an Alders game that he 100% wasn't there to spy on Toshi or to see how much better he got, no way

But luckily, you the beautiful angel of light, sat next to him to cheer for Waka’s team!

So after the game when Tooru was flirting with you and you completely ignored him to go to your boyfriend, Oikawa was more than let down

And you ignored him for the brick wall???? He just didn't understand.

Now he wanted you more than he did when he saw you, even more so that you belonged to the bastard Ushiwaka.

After almost 8 months of befriending you, he finally weaseled into your relationship! And Ushiwaka was so whipped for you he let it happen!

But at that point, he was so whipped for you that he didn't even care that they shared you!

Your guy’s dynamic is a bit twisted and hard to get a good understanding of.

Where Tooru makes it painfully aware to everyone that the two of you are dating, Wakatoshi is like a silent predator

He’s silent but deadly, and you’ve known him for far longer. That means he knows what you really like.

It's simple, he let’s tooru take you on extravagant dates and all that meaningless stuff.

But Ushiwaka is always there waiting at home to cuddle and watch a ton of movies with, he even lets you climb on him and cuddle him like a big teddy bear

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This is one of the pairs that I think you're fucked in

It’s a silent competition of who can wreck you worse

Unlike some other Oikawa pairs, I truly believe that Oikawa would top

But Wakatoshi is also a top, a big man who has big needs

This ends up with you most likely with a two cocks one hole situation

If not that, it's the classic split roasts or Eiffel tower!

Oh to have Ushiwaka reaming you with Tooru in your mouth, yeah it's not as peaceful and soft as it sounds

But it’s still worth it

It starts softly! Then they go harder to try and beat the other! Then they really just treat you like a fleshlight.

Thankfully Tooru knows good aftercare techniques

But you still can’t walk for a while

“You can cum for me, show Toshi why you like better, go ahead”

“You stretch so good for me, even after Tooru’s turn, you're always so tight”

“Look at her little clit, did Ushiwaka not pay enough attention to it? That’s ok! Tooru’s gonna make it all better for you!”

Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei

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Let's be real here, you met them at a spencers or a sex shop in a mall.

But it was a cute meetup!

After that, you guys just seemed to keep bumping into each other and became close friends

The initial relationship was started by Makki, he was the more open of the two so it made sense

And it’s been smooth sailing from then on

The amount of inside jokes you guys have is almost ridiculous, everywhere you go in the city you have a joke

You guys spend almost every waking moment with one another

One of their favorite things is to take you shopping, so you can do a little fashion show for them with anything you want to try on!

As in them make you try on revealing outfits for them

Dates normally would include random dinners at restaurants them a movie night/ sleepover

Like you guys would just stay up an fool around for hours on hours

They literally have no problems sharing and are always making sure you're perfectly ok with everything they do.

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As expected you guys are very adventurous

Daddy Matsun got you and Makki covered

Well that's when Makki isn't trying to ream you into the couch

They both like toys, like a lot, a lot

Punishment is where the toys really shine, but you can't really call the toy punishment, punishment because you feel really good during it.

And it the most repeated thing you guys do

Mattsun’s the punishment dealer, so he’ll give you the biggest dildo that you guys have, no lube, he’ll tie your arms up and make you try to get down on it

BUT if he’s feeling a bit more punishing, he’ll set up a vibrator and set it to your little clit and turn it ALLLL the way up

But if that isn't enough, he will either let Makki in your ass, or the fuck machine will come out

They really love watching you try to get off, it does two things

1- it gives them new ideas

2- it shows how much you need them, and their cocks in your little aching holes

This lead to them having you wear plugs in public, which moved to wearing a vibrator

Sometimes, they make you wear a mask, but under the mask

(come here)

(closer)

They make you wear a ball gag under your mask

Good babies do what their daddies tell them too <3

“Look ‘Kawa, her hole is so tight she can barely fit both of us, just relax baby. They’ll get in, we’ll make sure of it”

“Makki, spread her legs wider, don't let her his from this”

“Don't make me gag you brat, you’re lucky Makki is in good mood, huh?”

Suna Rintaro & Osamu Miya

The way you got together was like love at first sight

For both of them too

You met Osamu first, you were seated next to him at an Italian cooking class

You guys had joked around and he was so impressed by your cooking that he got your number!

(he won't tell you but he had already sent pictures of you to Suna, and he was doing it allllllllll night)

He immediately invited you to Onigiri Miya, where you met Mr. Rintarou

Who was already practically in-love with you just from pictures.

You were clearly drawn to them, they were so cool!

They made a big scene of asking you out too

They both took you to one of the best restaurants in the city and had a private balcony dinner

After dessert they took both of your hands and asked you, in sync nonetheless, you do wonder how long it took for them to figure out how to do that

Clearly, you said yes, and that was the first of the many great memories you have with the two!

Since they both have pretty busy schedules they can't always come to you, so you go to them!

Even if they assured you that you didn't have to work, that never stops you from taking up shifts and Onigiri Miya on Monday and Fridays, (sometimes on Wednesdays if Osmau relents)

Even when you do work, you make time to make and bring Suna lunch every time he has all day practice

(you make them both lunch every day, but they can get it themselves, they are grown men, and you serve no one)

Traditional dates are less common, you guys mostly just like to hang out with each other

Like 3 am cooking challenges and asking to get ice cream from the shop down the road

You guys also, when you can, just spend hours cuddling in your bed or on the couch just in each other's arms

(can you tell i’m uwu-ing)

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For having a busy schedule you guys sure do have time to fuck

A common theme is having Samu fuck you when Suna watches

God, watching you fall apart around his best friends dick will never get old, so so pretty when you're all fucked out and begging for him too

Sometimes hell have you suck him off, but he isn't unstable he can wait his turn~

Osamu works just as hard as he does, he has to let oust some stress and, you're just so good at making them feel better

Remember the cuddling?

Yes, that's a guise to cockwarm you, let them relax you always feel so good and today was s stressful

I can tell you saw this coming but, Suna likes to put whipped cream all over you, it gives him an excuse to eat you out for hours and Osamu and excuse to have you naked and able to eat as much whipped cream as he wants

Do they like double penn.?

Yes, very much so ma’am.

Just know that you are stuffed at any available moment they can manage

*cough* whipped *cough*

“look she’s grinding into like a circus whore huh ‘Samu? go harder”

“look into the camera baby, tell them all the things you’d love for them to do to you”

Iwaizumi & Kyoutani

This was an interesting one for sure

A senpais pretty girlfriend thing too

Iwaizumi knew Mad Dog had a crush on you before he did, and he did everything in his power to deny the accusation

The entire team could see how the second year was calm and behaved when you were around, so taking the high road

Iwaizumi came a with a plan: bring you and Kyotani as close as possible

All with consent firm you and knowing he was ok with anything that would happen

Suddenly inviting him to hang out with the two of you

Then it was letting him have you in his lap while you watch movies

And that progressed into letting him cuddle you after bad days, never without Iwa of course

Everyone on the team could tell the effects that it was having on him, he was calmer and easier to get along with.

He even started listening to Oikawa when he spoke, it was like a miracle.

And k\Kyotani finally got enough courage to tell you!

(you had pretty much known, but wanted him to say it himself)

Thus began what I would call that “Kyotani learns how to love” saga

Dates were first, they both took you to a small field of flowers to have a picnic and when it got dark out you guys set up a sheet and watched a movie!

For the both of them being temperamental, they got along really well

(mostly because Kyotani hangs off nay words you or Iwaizumi say)

You also make the both of them lunch and some afternoon snacks for practice!

(and if anyone who sees you guys, they’ll never mention how odd the two angry boys look next to their sweet little princess)

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Sir Iwaizumi holds the torch

He’s the main dominant force, though Kyotani tries oh he does

Yeah, hate to say it but you bottom for them, every time.

A big thing is when he lets Kyo get you alone (while he watches)

Yeah maybe he lets kyo take over every once in a while, he’ll let him have you

Iwaizumi love having you under him, putting you in the mating press while Kyo watches from a chair a vibrator tied to him, just watching until Iwa finishes and leys Kyo try and breed you

You guys have also dedicated hours to getting you stretch enough to take both of them in one hole, but if not that then one hole for each of them will do

As you could imagine, they both love marking you up

You always come out of sex looking beat up

Most of the bruises are on your neck and inner thighs, but the bites on your nipples and the curve of your ass beg to differ

Now the real question is when Kyo is being bad!

Feathery kisses all over him, that's not where he wants your mouth, lower go lower

Don’t leave him!

He always learns his lessons after hours of waiting Iwa breed you

You being bad?

No cumming for a week, they can play with you but unless you want the time to get longer you don’t even think about orgasming.

“Calm down Kentaro, it’s too early to break her, we just got started.”

“Yeah i let Hajime have you but you still belong to me too, don’t forget that”

Kita Shinsuke & Aran Ojiro

This was the perfect girl next door story!

Middle school aran was so thankful to have you calm him down after yet another Miya twins episode

So as the two of you grew up it was natural that you became friends with his friends!

Namely his bestfriends- Kita!

Who was practically at your feet the second you met

From first to third year, they both grew to REALLY like you

They were both ready to spend the rest of their lives with you and were prepared to share if you wanted that.

The day you guys all got together was when they lost to Karasuno at nationals

You guys went back you the hotel room and just sat, cooing how well they did and how great they were no matter the outcome

It wasn't out of the normal for them to be all over you, both of them got a hand, but Aran was nestled into your lap and Kita was snuggled into your chest

Nothing was planned either, at that moment they knew that it was their chance!

The look on their faces when you said that you felt the same!

From then on you were treated even more like a queen

Every Monday before school one of them gets you a bouquet of flowers for the week and the other comes up with a date idea!

You're involved in the dates cycle and that now have a pile of stuffed animals that you got them from things like festivals or the mall

Since your relationship started with a cuddle, it's a favorite between you guys

A movie and some take out. Making fun of the Miya twins, and when Kita won’t admit it, you guys watch a rom-com, where you and Aran laugh at Kita's confused face when he doesn't understand the joke

Even with all of that, the real favorite between you guys is staying after practice and just having fun while cleaning up.

They just wuvvv uuuuuuuuu <3

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Even if Kita is the commanding voice, Aran id the driving force

Kita likes when you two put on a show for him

Not that it's hard, even if Aran wasn't half as good as he was, your faces could satisfy him until his dying days.

Speaking of shows, Kita is a dictator, which means punishments

One of his favorites is having you finger fuck yourself in front of him and Aran until you can't move

Another is tying you up at having you watch the both of them jerk off to seeing you try and get off by grinding on the sheets (which does not work)

Aran, whether he admits it or not, he took a page out of Suna’s book

His entire hidden photo album is of you either being fucked by him or sucking Kita off

He also has an entire recorded version do you guys fucking that he and Kita watch when you aren't home

When Kita does have you to himself he takes on the Dom/Sub kinda thing

Aka borderline pet play

You sit and listen to him and what he says like a good pet, and you get a reward!

He dresses you up in little white dresses and he has you kneel in front of him and cockwarm him while he works

When Aran has you alone he takes the chance toooooo

….

…

Breed you!

Like a good little girl!

You take his cum so so well, don't you!

Yes yes, you do!

“Don’t let her walk all over you Aran, breed her like a good cow” (i had to, I really did)

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock, you're a good breeding whore, right? Yes, you are!”

Oikawa Tooru & Tobio Kageyama

This was a classic “in love with my senpais pretty girlfriend” kinda thing

Kags didn't mean to

He had known you from middle school and had a huge crush on you, but he knew that was as far as it would go

But when you came up to him after the game with seijoh and told him that he would have better luck next time

It was the hug that got him and in true Kageyama fashion he just couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth

“Thank you, you're still really pretty, and I've always loved you!”

Silence………………………………….

He couldn't even apologize because Oikawa was already on you yelling at him about never letting you near Kageyama again.

Yeah you had calmed both of them down, telling Tooru that he was overreacting and Kageyama was harmless to your relationship

After a few days of silence, you had invited Kageyama to have a “talk” with you and Oikawa

It was really just talking about feelings and ultimately Oikawa admitting that he was willing to give it a try, but you were his first and foremost and that won’t change

But you were quick to realize that they were actually really good together

The rivalry between the two always kept you on your toes and fueled both of their superiority complexes

Dates were always happening all the time, anther constant competition for you to like one of them better than the other

It's mostly movies and take out but its a date nonetheless

One thing they love to do is try to teach you how to play, all the time they try to get you to hit their sets

Even if you're awful at it, they appreciate you trying to learn more about their greatest passion.

You also try to go to as many of their practices as you can manage, they really love having you there to cheer them on!

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Ok so at first Kageyama had absolutely no idea what to do, so some exploring was mandatory

Finding out he was a switch was a happy surprise!

That leads to things going two ways!

You could have Tooru taking his throne in the bedroom and he commands his two peasants to do exactly what he wants them too

This can include just regular soft sex with your little tobio gazing and longing for him, while tooru watches

Tooru will have the two of you grinding, Tobio with a cock ring and you a strict order to no cum until told.

Or maybe he’ll have the two of you ride dildos, tied up and making a pretty show for him

Or you could have Tobio dictating both of you

This is mostly having you ride him while Toru watches, but he can't touch

It also might be Tooru eating you out and kags in your mouth, fucking your face. <3

Whenever either of the boys wins something you take all the time in the world and worship him as he deserves!

“Aw! Tobio I know you can go faster than that! Oh ho ho, ~ y/n I know you aren't about to cum! I didn't give you the go-ahead! Hold on, baby!”

“Tooru you look so weak. You haven't even touched her and you're ready to cum.”

“You look so pretty under me, Tobio~ let me and Tooru take care of you!”

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