#And he told Dick that he'd known Dick would always be there to catch him

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: somnophilia

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person.

You checked the time, yet again. 11:39PM. You'd known Minho would be home late late tonight, but you couldn't help but hold out hope anyways. Partly because you loved falling asleep beside him. Mainly because you wanted him to rail you before bed.

You really, really wanted to try and stay awake for him… But it had been a long day, and there was only so many times you could force your eyes to re-open when they drifted shut. You huffed sulkily as you pulled out your phone to text Minho.

'can't stay awake much longer min, might be asleep when you get back :( morning sex instead?'

Less than a minute later, your phone began to buzz. Minho? He was calling you… To tell you he was on his way to fuck you imminently? You hoped so.

"Hey, sleepy," he greeted you.

"Hey," you mumbled back. "Practice going okay?"

"Yeah, going pretty well. I'd rather be home with you, though."

You groaned down the phone. "Ditch them. Come fuck me."

Minho's laugh rang through the speaker. "Listen, I just wanted to catch you quickly before you fall asleep. Do you still want me to fuck you when I get home?"

You blinked. "I can't stay awake, Minho, I told you-"

"That's not what I asked," he cut you off. "It's up to you. But if you want me to fuck you anyways, I will."

Oh. You'd spoken about this before, a while ago. Somnophilia. It was mainly a hypothetical conversation, but you'd both expressed interest in it.

Tired as you were, you grinned. "Yeah, baby, that sounds good."

"See you later, honey."

A few minutes ago, you'd been on the edge of sleep. Now you were so excited you didn't know if you could fall asleep. You took off your pyjamas, setting yourself up for easy access, before climbing back into bed and closing your eyes tight. Thankfully, you managed to fall asleep.

♡

Minho couldn't hold back a soft gasp when he saw your sleeping form. So peaceful, as always, laid on your side as you cuddled into the blankets. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and gentle. He couldn't fucking wait to disturb you.

He dropped his towel, fresh from his shower after practice, and climbed onto the bed ever so gently; he didn't want to come bounding in and wake you from the outset. If it were up to him, you'd remain sound asleep until the second he thrusted his dick inside you. Though, realistically, he was aware of his own fingering skills, and doubted that you were capable of sleeping through that.

His face lit up when he pulled back the blankets to find you unclothed. His hand ghosted down your figure, trailing over your breast, down your side, across the curve of your hip. He'd made sure to warm his hands upon getting home, not wanting to startle you. He moved you so gently, easing you onto your back so that he could spread your legs. You let out a quiet sigh, and he paused for a moment, looking for any signs of stirring. Thankfully, you remained asleep.

He kneeled between your legs, taking a risky move and leaned down, blowing cool air onto your nipples. They reacted within seconds, visibly hardening, making Minho's cock twitch.

He pinched your clit gently between his forefinger and thumb, monitoring your reactions carefully. He circled it with his thumb, building the pressure slightly when he was reassured that it wasn't waking you up.

You were getting wetter and wetter as Minho continued his motions, and he had noticed this. He let a finger trace over your hole lightly, just enough to gather some of the wetness and slick up your clit. He rubbed it faster, his fingers sliding around with little friction.

Minho's cock was only growing harder as the minutes passed. He resisted the urge to stroke himself as he played with you. As much as he wanted some of the pressure to be relieved, he also wanted your pussy to be the very first thing he felt.

He slipped a finger inside you, just one, easing it inside so slowly. He had to stifle a moan - you were impossibly tight, clenched around his digit, though you were so wet that it slid in easily. He found your g-spot, curling upwards to meet it. You let out a sleepy whimper at this, and his head snapped up to monitor your expression. Your eyebrows were furrowed, but you still seemed far from waking. He sighed in relief.

Minho adored teasing you, so he was no stranger to going slow. But tonight, it was more about keeping you asleep than driving you to tears with frustration. He slid another finger inside you, stretching you open, preparing you for his dick. He scissored his fingers, opening you up until he was satisfied he could fit himself inside without hurting you.

He was practically shaking with excitement as he lined up the tip of his cock with your hole.

"Fuck," he cursed quietly, easing the tip in. He held you by the hips, his fingertips light as a feather as he angled them just so. And then, in one swift motion, he pushed his dick inside you, all the way to the hilt.

You were sleeping soundly, but there was no way you could sleep through that.

"M-Min?" you whimpered, bleary-eyed.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed you, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Go back to sleep."

You closed your eyes obediently, remaining in that warm, sleepy state. Minho began to thrust slowly, pulling himself out of your pussy before sliding all the way back in. You were so mind-numbingly tight, so fucking wet. He felt like he was going crazy. He so wished to fuck you ruthlessly, to pound into you hard and fast and make you cry out his name. But, he couldn't. Not when you were right where he wanted you. Drowsy, pliant, so quiet and still.

You raised your arms, holding them out to him, signaling that you wanted him closer, and he just about melted. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He was in paradise - he couldn't believe his luck, that he had a partner who would let him do this. That you trusted him enough to give your entire self to him, in this state. It was almost enough to make him blow his load already.

You buried your head in the crook of Minho's neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of his soap. The quiet, breathy moans you let out at each thrust were like music to his ears.

Minho was buried so deep inside you. He began to fuck you faster - compared to the ferocity he usually fucked you with, his pace was still fairly tame. But to your sleepy self, it was completely and utterly mind-blowing. You squeaked, the noise muffled by Minho's skin.

He couldn't take it any more; it was all too much. Your warm body pressed flush against his, your arms wrapped around him, the way you clung to him. Your soft, sleepy noises, the way you let your body move with his. You let him use you so willingly.

Minho removed himself from your grasp, straddling your chest, still moving so gently so as to disturb you as little as possible. He gripped your cheeks, pushing open your mouth and eased the tip of his dick onto your tongue. You began to suck, completely instinctively, making Minho moan aloud.

You came around a little, and started sucking with more intention, and he came within seconds, shooting his salty seed onto your tongue. You swallowed it gratefully.

"Was I good, Minho?" you asked, looking up at him through tired, squinted eyes.

"So good, baby," he panted. "So fucking good."

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Dr Wayne AU

Idea from this post.

Bruce graduated from medical school. He went out and trained to become a vigilante. He came back and things mostly turned out like the original universe does. Until Dick. The stress was getting to him. Gnawing away at his morals and last shred of patients. Mysteriously, the building Tony Zuko was in blew up and Batman wasn't seen again.

Years go by, and more mysterious explosions kill more mob bosses and super villains. No one connects Bruce to the explosions except for a malnourished street kid who caught him in the act. Smart little street rat that is Jason Todd uses this knowledge to get some food. Bruce quickly takes a liking to him and brings him home. Jason starts helping Bruce rig these explosions after a while. While setting up a bomb meant for their slipperiest evil doer, Joker, it goes off while Jason's in the building. Bruce goes a little crazy (or maybe crazier. who's to say) after Jason's death.

He meets Tim Drake at a function being held by Mr and Mrs Drake and notices some things. The first thing he notices is how similar Tim looks to Jason when they met in that dark alley. The second thing he notices is that the Drakes are almost always out of Gotham. The third thing he notices is that Tim seems to light up when Bruce mentions Dick. He'd love to just snatch the kid up and bring him home, but he couldn't. Not without a reason to keep the kid. It was just luck that one of the many villains still populating Gotham decided to target the plane the Drakes were on a week later. In his gratitude for the opportunity to take in the sweet child he'd found, he made sure the explosion he set for them would only maim them instead of kill them.

Getting Jason was amazing and horrible. The sweet precious boy nearly killed Bruce and Tim with the minor explosive he'd put in Bruce's favorite car. But that didn't matter all that much. By the end of the entire debacle, no one was hurt and they'd even managed to clear up some misunderstandings. Bruce had all of his children under one roof again.

He thought he had all of his children under one roof until he learned about Damian. There weren't any words he could use to describe how upset it made him to learn that another of his children were being kept from him. He did have to thank Talia, however. Without Talia slipping up to Jason about Damian's existence he wouldn't have known until one of the Al Ghul's revealed it to him. Tim overheard Jason and Bruce planning to retrieve Damian and revealed that he'd known since he came to the manor what Jason and Bruce did. Told the two that he knew how to help gather intel on the League long term as long as they could slip a microchip into one of the League's mainframe computers. The Plan went well, all things considered. Jason and Bruce came out of it with a few scars and a broken rib, which was less damage than expected. They sadly weren't able to catch many of the assassins in any of their micro explosions, but they overall won the battle.

After everything was said and done, Damian fit in well with their chaotically violent family. Even if he did prefer swords to explosives. It was much less strange than Dick's proclivities to only do harm when he felt it was strictly necessary. He gets it from Alfred, Bruce supposed.

#batman #dc batman #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #this is more an info dump than a fic #so if anyone wants to use these ideas feel free #i didn't add the girls in because i don't think any of them would join bruce's crusade in the way he's carrying it out #I think cass would end up with wonder woman or green arrow tho #barbara would probably become a cop like in the lego movie #steph would probably still end up as a vigilante but idk #don't ask me how duke factors in because either he gets adopted by bruce or he doesn't and i'm not sure which would work better #i do think that he'd become a vigilante still tho #the bats are kinda more anti-villain than vigilante #also i had thoughts about how the canon version would react to seeing this version that i was going to write down #but all of those thoughts kinda flew out of my mind when i was writing this

[zombiewhor3]

SINNER

jason carver x fem reader

WARNINGS: contains smut, reader is 18, mentions of christianity, pervert jason, bold reader, virginity loss, masturbation, praying, religious jason, semi-public sex, car sex, mentions of porn, hand job, face slapping, dom reader, begging, implications of post smut.

( posted on my wattpad )

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Jason never in his life thought he could end up like this, breaking the rules in the book he had known ever since he was a little kid. Going against the purposes of god by sinning.

His feelings towards the girl in the hellfire club also known as Eddie Munsons cult. He constantly told him self that there was something wrong him and that he couldn't be serious.

Jason didn't want to admit the fact that he was aroused by the girl, or he didn't want to admit the fact that he couldn't help but peak at her when she  bent over to pick up something she clumsily dropped to the floor.

His eyes would trail the way her mini skirt rose slightly hoping that it was shorter so it would reveal more of her he couldn't help but draw his eyes to her cleavage when she was leaning against the lunch table her tight hell fire shirt with a perfectly cut v just showing off the right amount of her chest for him to drool over.

He was a strong believer of god himself praying internally to god each time his eyes drawed to her pleading inside his head over and over for god to forgive him.

How sometimes he would even whisper his prayers at the lunch table "lord please forgive me" he mumbled just quietly enough for his team mates not to hear.

As almost every hormone raging teenage boy he would touch himself stroking until he full filled his needy release.

But he wasn't like the others he didn't watch porn or flip threw play boy magazines he could only every jerk off to the thought of one girl the girl that his friends labeled one of the freaks.

He would gently stroke himself to the thought of her touching him like he imagined that it was her own hands instead of his.Just imagining how her hands could delicately pump his dick.

He knew this was to sinful to think about and he surely knew that it was to sinful to touch himself like this.

He had only heard that people who did this to them selves were sent to hell that's why he was careful with never being caught.

He only ever did it when no one was home or when everyone was fast asleep, his hands pumping up and down as he guiltily moaned into the crook of his elbow to muffle the noise.

always left satisfied and tingling and even needing another shower to wash away the sinful ribbons shot on his chest he felt guilty afterwards to.

thats why he constantly prayed begging to the man in the sky to give him forgiveness for his sins. He wasn't sure if this was normal, he didn't know if there was something wrong with him.

Something that had gone rotten in his brain ever since he first laid eyes on the girl. He felt disgusted by himself after his chest was covered in his own pathetic cum.

But it still couldn't stop him from being addicted to the dirty thoughts of her that lingered in his mind, the way his heart raced faster and the errection in this pants grew bigger until he shifted in them uncomfortably trying to hide away his arousal for her.

He would imagine things to, like any normal boy his age dirty things. No matter how many girls flirted with him or the amount of girls that crawled and pleaded for him to take them on dates,

nothing satisfied him enough like the thought of her did. He knew that it was wrong that if his friends found about his dirty secret he'd be labeled as a freak.

He stayed after school to maybe clear his mind ditching his friends so he could try and think about something other than girls.

So he started shooting baskets in the hawkins high school gym cursing softly under his breath as he missed the ball skimming the rim and bouncing off to the floor. He stopped for a few seconds to catch his breath combing threw his golden colored hair.

When he turned to see a girl peaking threw the window, it was her the girl in his fantastic the ones that he'd be shunned for if anyone ever found out. She tried to duck causing him to grow a smirk on my face.

The girl groaned opening the door to the gym hearing it slam behind her as it echoed throughout the gym. She wanted to look for a quiet place to do her homework and the gym was the only place open for that luxury.

Jason however tried to play off his gaze at her making a basket as he smiled softly at his little achievement.

"What's up freak" he hissed at her to keep his image up to make it look like he hated the girl but yet he still stared down at her thighs to where her skirt rose as she sat opening a binder he hadn't realized that she noticed his staring,

"your staring" she said calmly pulling out a pen from her backpack starting to write something down he shook his head from the way his eyes couldn't look away from her.

Feeling an errection grow just simply looking at her hands remembering what he did at night when the house was dead quiet what he did in his dimly lit room. His sinful fantasies about her he'd never forget.

His breathing started to increase knowing he couldn't push the bulge back down before he could turn around her eyes looked up at it her brows forming into a furrow her mind ran to other possibilities that she might he hallucinating at the boner or maybe It was just the way his pants looked.

He let out a soft sigh as his face filled with a crimson color as he tried to move his hands to cover the excitement he got from her, she simply put away her notebook, her pen dropped to the ground.

"fuck" she whispered softly bending over to pick it up this time her skirt was even shorter revealing part of her underwear as she could see Jason gulp nervously trying to clear his throat.

"your a fucking pervert" she remarked at his scoffing as he grabbed her belongings and left the gym still she peeked threw the window secretly at the boy smirking at him as he tried to shift his pants to get rid of his uncomfortable boner.

-

That night Jason was on the edge pleading softly to god as he bit his lip holding back his moans as his hands palmed him self forming around his dick that was hard just to the thought of her.

He sat on his bed wrapped in a towel his lights fully on so he could watch himself in the mirror as his hands shook around his aching dick still he imagined it was her instead of his hands.

How he wanted nothing more in the world than for her to touch him. He liked that he called her a pervert it made his hands bounce faster around him self it's what sent him over the edge feeling his sweet hot release as it squirted all over his chest his lip had a small bloody indent from where his teeth chewed it so hard he could taste the copper flavor of blood.

He was in need of another shower but he didn't care he wanted to touch himself more,

some nights it was like the devil had taken control of him because he would do it over and over again until the overstimulation left him panting and a shaky mess.

But yet when he was finished with his second shower and got into proper clothes he would still get on his knees.

he would plead for forgiveness until his knees started to ache from the wooden floor boards. "Lord please forgive me for my sins I'm so sorry" he would force him to repeat the words in fear of being shunned and sent down below for his dirty thoughts of the freak.

He wasn't the only one who thought dirty things about a fellow class mate, here laid y/n in her own bed bare still thinking about her interaction with Jason.

Her parents were church goers every Sunday they would try and force her to dress nice and would try to drag her to church but she always found a way to escape and rebel against their life style something they didn't approve of.

but she hadn't cared as much as Jason he knew better than to never rebel against his parents to their face and he knew to value every minute on those Sunday mornings he spent in church praying away at his sins.

She was labeled as a sinner to her parents they believed that she was the devils daughter because of the fantasy game she enjoyed, they hated the tattoo on her hip that she let Eddie Munson do during her junior year in high school.

She knew Jason's parents and he himself were proud members of the church something Jason enjoyed was praying to the lord worshiping him.

She knew that if someone asked her how much she despised Jason carver she would reply with the most hateful things about him,

but lying didn't help remove her fantasies about him touching her she imagined his coarse fingers spinning circles in her clit as she played with it herself.

She always made sure no one was home or she would wait till the house was silent her head buried into a pillow preventing people from hearing the way she was touching her self and the way it made her feel.

She to couldn't help her self with the crazy fantasies about him touching her or the dreams she had about bouncing on his dick until she came over and over again.

She would even would try and recreate it with her hair brush trying to full her fantasy to make it feel like it was real that it wasn't an object but yet it was his cock in her aching cunt.

She knew it was wrong because they were polar opposites she was a freak and he was a jock everyone in hawkins new those kind of people don't mix.

She still couldn't help but plummet two fingers inside of herself moaning his name softly into the softness of her pillow as she felt her climax close anytime she thought of the way he would gaze at her.

She was always left with her own juices dripping down her thigh using a wet washcloth to wipe away what the boy made her feel.

The way the heat in her core would pool when she saw him or even heard his name secretly sneaking into basketball games to watch him play even though she glimpsed at him for a few seconds her underwear started to grow wetter and wetter.

Thinking about him just made her fingers swirl faster and faster on her clit until she finally bursted her juices spilt onto her bed sheets forcing her to wash them for the 5th time this week.

The both of them practically were so desperate for each other the parallel was almost perfect between them because most nights when Jason was touching him self to the thought of her y/n was doing the same to the thought of him.

-

After school y/n had decided to stay to finish up some homework because last night was filled with nothing but her touching her self to the thought of the golden haired boy. The one who despised her and labeled her a freak.

She tried reaching for a book stepping on her tippie toes as her tits bounced at her failed attempt jumping in the tank top she was wearing, her skirt was raised a little to high to the point it was starting to show part of her ass.

Jason noticed this looking up from the math homework in front of him getting up from the wooden table chair taking in a deep breath trying not to stare at the bouncing tits and her ass making his way to her his arm easily being able to reach the book trying to hand it to her she scoffed at him watching his eyes trace down to her cleavage.

"I don't want anything your pervert hands have touched" she lied knowing she actually wanted his hands inside her.

he bit on his inner cheek trying to draw his eyes back up to her face noticing as she crossed her legs clenching them shut for friction causing him to smile at it rubbing over his face before gesturing for her to take the book while flashing an even brighter smile

She hesitantly took it from him tucking it under her arm she cleared her throat her brows furrowing at him almost like a sign for him to say something not just stare at her body in silence though she didn't mind his longing gaze at her body if they weren't in a public place where security cameras lurked in every corner she would probably reveal every inch of her body to him letting him do whatever he pleased.

They didn't have to worry about being seen because the library was practically empty except for the two of them.

"What are you doing here?" He asked leaning against the book shelf.

"Look your flirting tactics don't work with me I'm not like your other girlfriends" she retorted at him watching his tongue poke into the bottom of his lip staring at the action clenching feeling her legs even harder because she could feel her underwear was getting soaked and he had only done the slightest thing.

She sighed grabbing his arm pulling him into the parking lot where her car was the rain was pouring down on the both of them as they rapidly packed into the back of her car.

She started the engine turning up the heat since it was a cold day at Hawkins. Jason slipped off his jacket tossing it aside in the front seat. They remained quiet for a few minutes before she spoke up,

"can I ask you something?" She said as he gulped nervously turning her head to look at her as he replied with a simple nod of the head.

"Do you ever have dirty thoughts?" She asked opening her legs spreading them a little bit as she scooted closer.

"I g-guess why?" He asked her seeing as she formed a small smirk her lips tugging to side at his answer he thought it must've been the one she wanted.

"do you watch porn or look at it in magazines?" She asked scooting even closer to the boy who's hands fidgeted in his lap.

He wanted to just burst out into a confession about the way he sinned to the thought of her how the sticky liquid that coated his sheets and his hands  was because of her but he knew he couldn't say those things not aloud at least.

"No" he replied to her watching her scoot even closer her skirt raised so high her full ass was almost visible to the horny teen his heart started to race as she could tell he was turned on because the bulge in his pants was growing he tried to move his hands to cover it.

"how do you you jerk off without porn? Do you imagine about a girl?" She was taunting him questions hoping for him to finally crack.

He couldn't even look at her his face turning a bright red as he turned his head towards the window filling the car with silence except for the rain pattering against the roof.

Y/n observed this reaching her hands to the hem of her skirt pulling it a little bit higher getting his attention as he tried to cover his eyes.

"Am I the mystery girl?" She teased in his ear as he finally had cracked. Like a criminal in an investigation he had reached his limit point snapping with the truth.

"Fuck yes! I'm sorry lord please forgive me" he exclaimed before turning to look at her,

"you are y/n I've been touching my self to the thought of you I know It sinful but I can't stop" he sounded like he was about to cry from how much he felt he let down god.

Y/n reached her hand pulling down his bottom layers teasing the tip of the dick with her finger tips as her hands wrapped around his dick he moaned aloud his hand resting on the foggy window on the side of him.

She moved into his lap pumping his cock in her hands he was finally able to know what her delicate hands felt like after all of this time imagining it.

"Oh lord f- please forgive me I have s-sinned!" He pleaded, "louder!" She hissed at him, he croaked loudly before trying again

"oh lord p-please forgive me I have sinned" he said once more.

However still she wasn't satisfied with how he wasn't following her orders, she removed one of her hands slapping him across the face he liked the feeling the way her hand left a stinging feeling on his cheek there was even a little hand print mark from where she struck him.

"LOUDER!" She yelled at him pumping faster hearing as his voice cracked making it harder for him to speak until finally he was able to get the words out,

"PLEASE FORGIVE LORD I HAVE SINNED!" the blonde boy cried out his hand banging against the window feeling his cock twitch in between her hands crying out in pleasure as he shot ribbons of the white liquid all over her hands and himself.

he groaned out in pleasure repeating the prayer over and over mumbling it as she cleaned up the mess lapping it up with her tongue jumping slightly as he licked the tip of his cock clean. right then he felt like he was going to come just from the sight of her actions.

He hadn't known what to do next watching her strip her clothes revealing her bare skin to him watching as she pulled off her thong teasing him with it, of course Jason had seen naked women his friends would show him play boy magazined but y/n was different he didn't know how to react to her bare body sitting in his lap waiting for him to use it yet his eyes still wandered all over the place he didn't know what part of her to look at wether he wanted to stare at her tits or her pussy was unclear.

Of course Jason was a virgin he planned on losing his virginity when he got married because that's what his parents had forced on him and that's what god wanted.

But now he didn't care anymorehe just wanted to fuck the girl in front of him he wanted to see how her tits bounced up and down she wanted to feel tight she was and he wanted to reveal how needy he actually was for her to finally have someone else other than him know his sinful secret.

She nibbled at his ear teasing him slightly as his hands felt on her body squeezing her breasts getting a loud moan from her in response as he flicked at her nipples he had never touched a woman's breasts  before so the sensation to him was like a child on Christmas who had gotten all the toys they wanted. He imagined what hers would feel like imaging how soft they would be and boy was he right if he could describe the feeling he would say that it's like clouds because of how soft her skin was in his hands.

"Jason do you wanna fuck me" she said to him trying to arouse him even more by grabbing his dick hearing him groan out his voice cracked making it hard to speak he was shocked at her confidence about sex.

He knew the answer right away when she asked the question of course he wanted to fuck her he had dreams about it almost every night he dreamed that he was bending her over the table in front of that hooligan and just fucking her so hard that she screamed.

"lord please forgive me for what I'm about to do" he looked up and then back at her entering her as she clenched her eyes shut for it was her first time to.

"Naughty boy" she spoke to him hearing the words made his heart race he felt like he was going to explode at her words.

She winced as he was inside of her, her body bouncing on top of his the only privacy available was the steam that covered the windows covering their vulnerability though she had no fear of someone seeing her like this Jason was the one who was worried.

"Oh god pl- fuck!" He moaned loudly this was even better than he had imagined she was warm and tight Inside fucking him much better than his hand could ever,

her cries for how good his cock felt inside of her made him twitch throughout his whole body.

It felt so fucking good is what he wanted to scream but he was trying to watch his language because the man in the sky was watching and lurking for sinners to be sent down to hell where Jason had feared the most because it was where the devil had rested

The girl however hadn't cared about her actions she knew it felt so good this was better than her fingers or her hair brush,

this was her fantasy in real life all those wet dreams she had that would leave the bed sheets beneath her soaked was finally all coming true every single detail.

Now here she was screaming his name on the verge of one of the hardest orgasms she ever had in her whole damn life.

She could feel herself close as his fingers traced onto her clit she moaned at him for more as he sped up his pace, surprisingly for a innocent boy like Jason he was good at what he was doing.

the way his dick was buried inside of her made her scream out his name in pleasure as he did the same except praying in between she enjoyed watching him beg for forgiveness it even turned her on hearing him plead like that.

He slammed into her faster his fingers tracing her clit as a rapid pace he could feel his own orgasm close to him feeling as his cock twitch inside the girl who was still riding him her tits bouncing against his bare toned chest.

"I need to cum!" She whimpered loudly at him he knew soon he would come so he sped up his speed inside of her fucking his dick into her harder hearing her whine out for more of him.

Now there was no more silence because the car was now filled with sin however it was lustful and beautiful the way their bodies rocked together like missing puzzle pieces being reunited into a beautiful picture.

"FUCK!" She screeched loudly with no shame unlike the boy below her she felt as her legs quaked she couldn't keep bouncing on him anymore slowly stopping as her climax hit her,

but she felt him cum inside of her sending the pleasure of his heat threw her body making a moan escape from both of their throats softly, they were both panting harshly.

Jason immediately had pulled up his pants closing his eyes starting to pray,

"please forgive me god I'm so sorry I sinned by preforming in adultery please forgive me" she heard him repeat his words over and over until he finally couldn't breathe his mind in a blur from repeating it.

He still watched as y/n slipped back on her clothes watching as her ass was finally covered by the short fabric of her skirt Jason was still turned on by this the way he looked turned him on either way if even if she was fully clothed.

The two looked over at each other, y/n rolled her eyes clapping her hands together as she prayed the lord to forgive her for her sins just to please Jason he smiled at her softly. "Good" said patting her on the knee.

"Good"

She replied back to the golden hair boy admiring him as he fixed his messy hair, she laid her head in his lap as he played with her hair combing it threw his fingers.

-

Ever since the two of them fucked each other that night they had been secretly meeting every Monday night because their parents usually volunteered at the church so it was the perfect opportunity for them to do a "Bible Study" however the two became to grow closer to each other.

Of course they still prayed after re enacting their naughty fantasies about one and other, y/n did it just to please Jason to make him feel better about what they did in the dark the secrets that only the both of them know.

The sinful secrets that would be kept into their hearts until death.

#jason #jason carver #jason carver smut #jason carver stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things 4 #smut #female reader #jason x reader #jason x fem reader #fanfiction #stranger things audios

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

what’s jason’s reaction to finding out bruce cheated on batmom?

The punch catches him off guard and leaves Bruce disoriented for just a moment, Only for him to find Jason glaring at him.

"Jason-"

"You fucking cheated on my mom?" he barked, "And then lied to her?"

Bruce cringed. He'd hoped that the fact that time had passed and he'd done his level best to do right by you since would have softened the rage but- then he should have known better.

Jason had always been fiercely protective of you in his own way. And he didn't doubt that Dick had spared no details, only deepening the sense of wrongness.

"Jason," Bruce repeated, rubbing his jaw, "Trust me when I say Y/N has already had her pound of flesh-"

"And is it true? About her son?"

Bruce exhaled sharply, nodding slowly. "He never took a breath- which. Isn't surprising. She was under a lot of stress and at that age alone... It's a miracle they both didn't die there."

"Jesus-"

"She's not- she still doesn't like to talk about it."

"I won't ask her," Jason said. "What she told me before I died gave me nightmares."

Bruce watched him hesitate for a second. Grappling with the fact that there was so much he hadn't known. That he'd never thought you'd had a child you loved before all of them. "She called him Rain," Bruce said after a long moment. "She didn't want him to have just a number."

"I'm still fucking pissed at you."

"Diana and Clark also took a swing at me," he snorted.

"Yeah. But they pulled it last minute-"

"Well yeah. They wanted Y/N to have the honor of giving me the beating I deserved."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #batmom!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[alixgracchus]

Tempus Fugit

King Kal-el of Krypton waits impatiently for the man he left back on Earth.

For @supermanstoddlerleash | AO3 (coming soon)

🌟🌟🌟

He had left everything behind. His people sung his praises and honored his sense of sacrifice. They revelled in telling his tragic love story: a lost son of Krypton on a foreign planet; a life spent unaware of his royal heritage; a man with the same vocation helping him build a better world; a love born out of mutual respect and deep trust. But then his people called for him, for they needed a leader of the House of El, and so he came, leaving behind his love and his life on Earth. A beautiful story.

Kal never told them the truth. He never would have left had Bruce not asked him. He did not do it out of duty. He did it out of love. He had never understood why Bruce had been ready to sacrifice their love.

"We will see each other again, Clark," Bruce had promised.

Kal had held onto that promise like a lifeline. They would see each other once more. In the meantime Kal had married a noblewoman he respected, though he had no fondness for her. He could see in her eyes that she loved him, and the fact he could not even spare her some affection kept him up at night sometimes. Even the birth of their children did not bring him closer to her. When he would see Bruce again, then he'd have closure. Perhaps, then, he would be able to love her.

A delegation of the Justice League called. Kal had felt his heart ready to burst. Finally, Bruce had come to see him! Finally, they would see each other. And perhaps, though Kal knew this was only a wishful folly, Bruce would stay here with him. Perhaps he would help him rule, Kal having always relied on his steadfast compassion and strong values to navigate the turbulent times they had gone through.

The spaceship docked, and Kal sprung forward, uncaring of protocol and etiquette. Batman emerged like a dark angel out of Paradise, and Kal would have kissed him right here and there. He went to him, hugging him tightly, breathing into his smell.

Kal froze.

A dawning horror crept on him as he staggered backward.

"No," he choked out.

It was a nightmare, a bad dream from which he was going to wake up. Batman looked uneasy.

"Hello Kal," he said with a different voice (a wrong voice). "It's been a long time."

"Who are you?" he asked (he pleaded, please be Bruce, where is Bruce).

"I- I'm Nightwing. Dick? You remember me, yes?"

He pushed back the cowl, but like in a dream, Kal did not recognize the young man he had known: this Dick was nearing middle age.

An awful, dreadful realization descended upon him, like a great cold wave sweeping him off to the abyss.

"No," Kal whispered. "Nonononononono."

Dick looked at him with great sorrow, having known ever since he had stepped foot in this spacecraft what kind of shock he would give to the man once called Superman.

"I am so, so sorry Kal," he said slowly, carefully.

"No!" he bellowed, reality catching up with him.

Bruce had lied. Bruce didn't come.

(Bruce was dead.)

He had promised him. He had told him they would see each other once more.

Bruce, you liar.

History would later pinpoint this encounter as the descent of King Kal-El the Mad into tyranny. They would say that his paramour had broken his heart by refusing to stay. Some, more astute, would point out that perhaps it was simply that King Kal-El realized to his detriment that time did not pass the same way on Krypton that it did on Earth. For all their speculations, it did not change the fact that the man who had once been the hope of his people had become the worst tyrant they had ever known.

#superbat #batman #superman #bruce wayne #clark kent #dcu #mine dcu #my fanfictions

[dairy-farmer]

I'm the ABO Anon from earlier and holy shit your response was amazing??? Dick knocking Tim up totally caught me by surprise but I LOVED IT!

How did Bruce respond when Dick got their son pregnant next? Is this an AI where omegas can catch outside of their heats, so Dick knocks Tim up when Bruce is away and has no idea, thinking Tim is his and his alone when suddenly he comes home and smells that his omega has been bred by... his first omega? The hell?

Like it's all so hot and I can't even think of anything more to add to it even tho I desperately want to lmao

Maybe Tim eventually catches with a litter that's got both of his parent's puppies in it?

And/or maybe Tim /begs/ for Dick to be bred again by Bruce, begs him to go into a mutual heat with Tim and then have Bruce fuck into Dick while Dick fucks Tim. He so badly wants them to get big and heavy with pups together, it's been a fantasy of his for years! Dick eventually agrees ofc bc he can't resist his omega

Do you have any other ideas for this AU? Bc you came up with such brilliance all on your own, I just have to pick your brain for more 🤤

i imagine that bruce would raise a brow at first, maybe stumble when he catches sight of his purring and content omega, cupping his flat lower body. he's not showing at all bit bruce picks up the familiar tang of sweet bred omega and instantly knows. he also knows that he isn't the father and locks onto the awkward dick who is carefully swaddling one of the pups and avoiding bruce's eyes.

he'd probably corner dick, and be toeing the very edge of smug like 'really couldn't help yourself, could you omega? and after slinging so many insults at my person for giving in' just a sort 'i told you so' followed by him making dick watch as he breeds tim again. and little known fact about omegas! when you have your omega son on fertility-enhancing drugs like bruce does his, they tend to release multiple eggs so that different fathers have the opportunity to have their offspring be part of the litter. meaning tim is carry both bruce and dick's pups at the same time.

omegas siring pups are rare, there usually needs to be some special intervention for that to occur which there just so happened to be :). so now tim is happily pupped with a pair of sweet pups. he's heavy and rounded with them, stroking his little belly. bruce regualrly breeds him, knowing how horny his omega gets when full of children. but now he's enlisting dick's help. 'you need to take responsibility' bruce informs dick as he plants a whining and squirming tim on his omega cocklet.

and dick is gasping of course, holding onto tim's wide hips and fucking into that sweet, hot hole that he's pupped with his offspring. dick had always thought there was something wrong with him, something broken for not wanting what the other omegas of his...'status' wanted. he remembered going to that wealthy-omega mommy group when he'd been pregnant with tim and been filled with only dread. listening to how many pups they wanted, how they'd never been happier, how they had more energy, how sex was better than it had ever been. meanwhile dick had been dizzy and sick most days, he felt like crud having to watch as former teammates were off on their missions and daving the world, having sex with bruce was uncomfrotable, nothing went in the way it was supposed to, his belly just to heavy and uncomfortable despite tim being a small puppy.

nothing like tim. tim glowed. he took daily walks while lugging around multiple pups in his belly as well as pushing the stroller of the pups he already had. tim rode dick with desperation and ferocity he hadn't felt when he'd been pupped. tim was magnificent at being pregnant, he was incredible at being an omega. he scented dick when he came home, cooed at him with his sweet little voice and playfully tugged him into an empty room to breed him. dick would look at tim's friction-puffed pussy, white hot cum already leaking out of him. dick could smell bruce's work without even having to take a step closer. tim was a sweet omega, perfect and accomodating. dick was ashamed he hadn't put in the effort when tim had been born. once he'd been out of him, dick hadn' t hesitated to leap right back into hero working. he'd left the baby in alfred's care, in bruce's care.

maybe that was why tim had grown so much closer to bruce as opposed to dick who only started to hang around more often once he was off the bottle and toddling around.

well that would need to change now wouldn't it?

tim gasped as dick held him tighter.

dick wouldn't go so far as to call himself a 'deadbeat' of a mother. he'd gotten better. a lot better. he thought he'd wanted tim, he really had. but...but he'd been the only omega pregnant in school. when everyone else got to go to the mall, the arcade, dick had to go to birthing classes, had to design the nursery.

while other heroes were on missions and picking up new skills, dick had been going to ultrasounds and trying to find the best position to sleep.

tim was so good with his pups. he'd be so good with dick's pups.

"such a good omega" dick cooed into tim's ears, feeling the shiver that traveled through his body. "such a good little omega, a perfect little mama-"

tim sobbed, inching his hips back and desperately trying to take more of dick into his wet heat as dick whispered about what a wonderful little mommy he is for dick's pups.

dick wasn't a good mama. he doesn't think he was ever really cut out to be one.

but papa?

papa. dick liked the sound of that

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[alxanderturners]

 | 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓂𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓁  |

Something had shifted in Alex recently. He found himself staying out later, going to parties that he'd lost interest in long ago, essentially anything to avoid going back to increasingly suffocating hotel rooms. He wasn't entirely sure if it was the lifestyle of life on the road that he was growing weary of - or the person he was sharing it with. The more he pulled away, the harder Louise tried. If it wasn't coming to all of his shows, it was arranging 'girl dates' with his band mates wives, calling his mother for catch ups that consisted of a lot of vapid small talk, or even posting him on social media more and more - that she knew he hated - as if she had something to prove. It all would've been endearing, if it didn't feel so claustrophobic.

Just the other night, he'd been out in Glasgow after the show, which was rare enough in itself, when he'd caught a man smiling over the bar at him. But that wasn't unusual. He'd grown used to the all knowing smile that said "I know who you are" - what was more unusual was his bodies response to it. For the first time in a long time, instead of dreading the common request for a selfie, he had sort of wanted the man to come over. But he never did. That alone was enough to make him pull the "not tonight, darling, I've got a bangin' headache" excuse out the bag when in bed with his girlfriend later that night.

Once again, he found himself back on home soil, doing anything to keep himself occupied. He wasn't sure whether it was his prior conversation with Mike that had brought him to see Brokeback Mountain, or the sheer coincidence that he had walked past a large poster announcing the show on the side of it's theatre. Whatever the case, it was a decision that had left him in near-tears. Whether it was the intimacy of the performance, or how true some of the moments had rang, Alex knew he had to commend the man who had brought him here.

Throughout the entirety of the show, his eyes gravitated towards Mike - whom was playing the bolder character, who was evidently more in touch with himself than the other - and he was reminded of Miles. He remembered precisely the moment his best friend had burst into his life, in the very early days of The Little Flames. Every body harboured a crush on the band's female vocalist, but Alex had gravitated naturally towards the man who would have a massive impact on his life. He was a much better guitar player than him at the time, and once Miles had begun to help him improve with lessons down at the local park, they fancied themselves as the next Lennon and McCartney. Even went as far as donning matching Beatle-esque hair styles. It wasn't until years later that Miles had put their friendship on the line on some random Tuesday night. Alex could remember it vividly. He'd told Miles about his plans to move an ocean away with Alexa - things had started to get more serious than he'd ever anticipated - and Miles' response had been to lay a kiss on him. A kiss that he could never quite put his finger on. Had it stirred up so many emotions within him because it had tested his very real love for Alexa? Or because that love would always be shared with his best friend?

Over the coming years, a lot of casual kisses followed - each one more daring and exciting than the last. They'd pose it as just dicking around on stage, though what they followed it with some nights was far from playing up just for the sake of the crowd. Once it had moved into private quarters, Alex was no longer certain if he was straight, bi, or only had feelings for one man. And he would never speak on it. Even now, he hadn't told anyone about his history with Miles - though he had a feeling those closest to him had always known. After all, how could they not?

"One heck of a show, that". After the last of the remaining stragglers at stage door had dispersed, Alex had waited until Mike was within ear shot to catch him before he made his way home for the night. "You fancy a beer?" @mikeefaist

#001

[sachikokuroichi]

Sharing is caring, isn't it? - A Dante/Vergil, Dante/Nero, Dante/Vergil/Nero- FF

Chapter 1: Declaration of War and the first Date

Dante’s day started like any other if he was honest with himself. Lady had kicked him out of bed way too early because she had some annoying mission for him. He wanted to refuse, like always, but Lady was some scary woman and he really didn't want to get castrated by her someday. Maybe his dick would come in handy sometime in the future.

Dante sighed as he was sitting in his car and on the way to this little nameless town.

Hopefully this is going to be some easy mission.

It didn't took him too long to get there, but something was off. Dante parked the car and wandered the streets, looking for citizens. Who would give them a mission if nobody lived here? Dante groaned. Of course this shitty mission had to be complicated, not even once had one of Ladys missions been easy. He should've known better.

Hours later the demon hunter was covered in blood, most of it not even his this time, and he considered his mission as done. The demon horde slaughtered, as well as the whole population of this unfortunate city, he made his way back to his car. Lucky for him that he had parked it in some safe distance.

"Finally home." Dante sighed, actually exhausted and in need of a long shower. Too bad that there were two guys waiting for him. And currently trying to chop each other’s heads off while doing so.

"He's mine, you fucking prick!"

Nero growling at someone was the first thing Dante heard when he opened the door.

"What should he want with some brat like you?" A cold voice echoed through the air, made Dante shiver, even though he couldn't believe to actually hear this voice.

He opened the door completely and entered the shop.

"Nero ... Vergil... what are you two doing here?" He asked confused, while looking at them, weapons drawn and ready to kill each other.

Nero was aiming Blue Rose at his head and Vergil had summoned a bunch of his spiritual swords that circled around Neros head.

"I just came here to visit you. To ask you something. But this asshat here had to insult me the moment I came in. Who is he, Dante?", the young part-demon answered his question.

Vergil just growled, not happy about the insult, and answered as well:

"I waited some time for you in here. Came to reclaim what's mine."

Dante groaned. "I don't have your sword, Vergil. You can leave. Nero, stop aiming at him with your gun. You're not gonna hit him anyway."

His brother appeared right in front of him after he had ended.

"I'm not talking about Yamato, brother.", he told him in a cold, but almost seductive voice, which made Dante shiver slightly, "I'm talking about you."

Nero grabbed him just seconds later, kinda catching him off guard by using his Devil Bringer and growled at him.

"Hands off, you perverted old man! What the fuck do you mean with "brother"?! Also he's mine!"

Dante was just utterly confused. What the fuck was happening right now? What were they talking about?!

He felt the shift in Vergil’s arcane energy more than he was able to see it. The various summoned swords that attempted to stab Nero got shot by the devil hunter.

"Okay, seriously. Stop it, both of you!", he growled at them.

"You,", he looked at the kid, "Let go of Vergil."

Then he looked at said half demon.

"And you stop throwing around your summoned swords."

Both of them followed his orders, even if just reluctantly.

"Great, now place your fucking asses on the couch and tell me what the fuck you want from me."

Nero put his weapons away, pulled the sleeve of his hoodie over his demonic arm and did as he'd been told.

Vergil on the other hand wasn't obedient like that, not at all. He walked over to Dantes desk and sat down on it, looking as majestic as possible while doing it, even crossing his legs.

Dante looked at Nero, sighed and let himself fall onto the couch right beside him, just slightly touching him. This caused Vergil to growl deeply.

"Kiddo, what happened here while I was gone?"

"That asshole over there happened.", he snapped at him, not answering the question at all.

"Okay, Vergil. What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were...".

Dante’s voice turned into a sad whisper.

"Dead? Still corrupted? A slave in hell?", said not-so-dead guy answered in a sarcastic tone, "No, I have to disappoint. I'm pretty much alive. And I'm here to reclaim what's mine. But this... child... is all barks about you being his, no bite though."

He had listened, heard the words... just the meaning was still not clear to him.

Reclaim? Being his?

His twin knew that Dante didn't get the memo, so he decided to take it even a step further.

"Today's Valentine’s Day, you idiot. Both of us wanted to ask you to go on a date with us.", Vergil told him, voice cold and indifferent as always. While the other one’s head literally exploded at this statement, he looked like he just had said something about the weather or some other trivial stuff.

"A... date?", Dante whispered, voice just barely hearable.

"Yeah, now decide. Tell the kid he should get lost."

He just shook his head. There was no way in hell he could choose between both of them. Right now. Without having time to think it over. Hell, this was his brother. Who he always thought was dead. Turns out he was wrong about that. And then there was also Nero. His... brother’s son. His nephew. And they wanted to go on a date with him?! Because of some stupid unofficial holiday like Valentine’s Day?

"Okay, I got it. Both of you. You try to make fun of me.", Dante concluded and looked at them, "You want to get some payback, am I right?"

Vergil groaned, while Nero just sighed.

"Once an idiot, always an idiot, I guess.", the older twin stated matter of factly.

Then he looked at his son. Dante contemplated if Vergil actually knew about that fact. The way he acted he was almost 100% sure that he didn't. Also wasn't he aware of the fact that Nero was in possession of his beloved sword.

"What do you think of some sort of competition? Even if I already know who's gonna win it."

Nero smirked. "Good that you already admit defeat before even attempting to try.", he taunted, "But please. Let me hear about that "competition"."

Vergil just let out a slight huff of amusement at that and continued to explain his idea.

"We both take him out. On the date we planned. One of us now and the other one afterwards. Sometime in the late evening."

Nero nodded and thought about that for a moment.

"Sounds like a pretty nice idea. Seems like you got the brains while Dante got the good looks."

"We look exactly the same, you immature brat.", the older twin muttered in annoyance, before turning to Dante.

"As I couldn't care less who goes first, I gonna let you decide."

Said half-demon was at loss, looking dumbfounded from one to the other. What the fuck did just happen? Did they just...?

And now I should decide?!

-> read the rest on AO3 - link in the header 😊

#dmc #dante #danero #vergil #nero #dante/vergil #dante/vergil/nero #various endings #for various tastes #<3 #ff #ao3

[not-back-to-this]

Dick: Don't be so harsh on yourself Tim a lot of famous people have gone through what you're going through

Dick: Sylvia Plath

Tim: She stuck her head in an oven and died

Dick: Van Gogh

Tim: He shot himself out on an open field

Dick: Why do you always have to be so negative

Tim: Why are you comparing me to people who've killed themselves

Dick: Tim you know damn well why I'm comparing you to people who've killed themselves

#DC #DCU #DC Comics #Nightwing #Red Robin #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #Batfam #Batfamily #Batbros #Batbrothers #Batfam incorrect quotes #Batfamily incorrect quotes #This probably happened after Tim fell off the building in the Red Robin series #And he told Dick that he'd known Dick would always be there to catch him

[nasty-quillz]

Golden Boy

📷

Art isn't mine

tags: praise kink, Domme/sub, dirty talk, age gap,

summary: Golden Boy Touya Todoroki AU, where the Todoroki’s are a happy family and Touya is his father’s Pride & Joy. He’s 20 years old and a rising star in Japan’s hero network, when he meets Izuku Midoriya’s cousin, who works in Support.

Silver white hair shines through the floor to ceiling windows of the empty music room and makes the young man below you look ethereal. He lays below you, panting, as you continue to ride his dick with abandon. “Sweetheart, p-please, we have to get back to the party.”

His pleas fall on deaf ears as you continue to fuck him. Sharp stiletto nails drag across the pale skin of his exposed chest. You watch raised lines appear in your wake, before looking back at your boyfriend.

“After you begged to get all up in this pussy, today when I finished getting ready.” You tweak a pierced nipple. “Pushed up my dress and ate my pussy in the middle of me getting ready for this gala in your honor, then left me high and dry 'cuz your Daddy wanted you."

Dark hands plant firmly on his chest as you rock your hips firmly into his own. The tight silky grip it holds him in drives him insane. He whines as he stares up at your ethereal beauty. The way moonlight reflects almost iridescently off ebony skin. The way it catches on lime green finger waves and almost makes a halo around your head. You look so beautiful and he can't look away.

Hot hands grab for purchase on your hips as he sobs out his pleasure. "Baby please, so good. Your pussy's too fucking g-good–"

You watch as your man turns into a fucked out mess. How pretty turquoise eyes look fever bright with passion. How they catch the light as he gazes up at you, pleading for mercy.

You flick glinting barbells on his chest and Touya hips cant up into yours in response. Gods you played him like a damn fiddle. Push him to his limits and then some. All to praise him for being good for you. He always got so submissive with you.

Touya had never been with someone who made him feel like you made him feel. Never been with a woman who took control so easily from him.

When he had first approached you he had thought he'd take things slow. You were a support course graduate visiting with his little brother's friend, Midoriya Izuku's cousin apparently. And you were so pretty. So feminine and captivating in a way that he hadn't known possible.

You had come to get your cousin and the Bakugou kid and he had answered the door. You stood there in a peter pan collared velvet green dress and brogued gold accented heels. Your purse rested on your arm and your face had to glow and even tone of what he would later find was a "full beat". His eyes focused on glossy darkly lined lips as you looked up at him to speak.

"Hello I'm here for Izuku and Katsuki." Your voice had been pretty alto as you spoke.

He had stood there captivated as large deep brown eyes framed by green lashes stared at him politely.

Just stood there and stared at the extremely pretty girl standing on his porch. You had blinked owlishly and good naturedly at him until he pulled himself together.

"O-oh um yeah of course! Y-your um–That is to say your…?" He trailed off starstruck and awkward.

You laugh and he felt like his ears had been blessed. "I'm Y/n, his cousin. Nice to meet you…?" You raised your eyebrows at him quizzically.

He'd been a little offended you didn't recognize him. The news covered him fairly often. Both for his own merits as a Hero and as Endeavor's heir.

"Touya–Todoroki Touya or Pheonix if you've heard of me."

You hadn't even batted a pretty green lash. "Oh Shouto talks about you, you're the eldest right?"

Still kinda thrown off, he just nodded.

"Well I'm here to pick up the boy, they told me they'd be ready by now."

Touya thought back to the group of 20 teens partying in his backyard and winced. "That...probably isn't accurate anymore." He opened the door further and ushered you in. As you passed him and walked ahead he did his best not to stare at your ass as you followed the music playing through the house.

He watched you stand in the back doorway, hands on your hips as you waited for Midoriya and Bakugo to notice. The effect was almost instant. They'd all slowly turned around to see who was standing in the doorway only for the aforementioned teens to look down at their phone to notice the late hour.

The look you had was so thoroughly unamused as you crossed your arms, even Touya had to wince.

"Izzy, Suki I thought y'all said to leave my very infrequent social gathering to come get y'all at 10?"

Touya had been surprised that not only Midoriya but Bakugou both looked ashamed.

They both opened their mouths when lightning kid spoke up, "But we were about to start the movie soon! You can't leave yet!"

Bakugou and Midoriya looked at each other before nodding at each other. Faster than anyone could blink they grabbed you and dragged you back into the house.

Touya followed and listened to the conversation.

"Aunty please? We lost track of time, we didn't mean to."

Touya was confused. He thought you were cousins?

He watched as you looked at both teens, clearly tired, but not really genuinely upset. You rubbed your temples, clearly tired.

“We should have told you we wouldn’t need you to come so early.” Bakugo begrudgingly said this as he looked away and Touya was completely thrown by it, No one could get that kid to concede to anything.

“Look, when do I need to take y’all home?”

They looked at you a little hopeful. “Well uh Todoroki said we could all crash here since we were gonna start a movie marathon,” Midoriya had said sheepishly.

You sighed clearly annoyed that you came all this way for nothing. “Go back to your friends, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” Both boys looked happy and hugged you. “Thanks Aunty,” they said together before scurrying back to the yard.

Touya watched them go. “I thought you were Midoriya’s cousin?” It was said without preamble.

You shrugged looking at the hero, “I am, but I am over 10 years older than him, so he calls me Aunty. It’s a respect thing. I used to babysit him and Suki all the time, it’s second nature for him at this point.”

“Huh, go figure.” Then what you said catches up with him. “Wait a minute, over 10 years? That means you’re…” he cut himself off realizing how rude he was being. You laughed him off though.

“Almost 40? Yep.” You popped the P and Touya had a realization that it was incredibly cute. “Anyways I’m gonna head out, thanks for watching after my boys, Todoroki.”

The smile you give him is all but enchanting and he found himself out of control of his mouth. “You don’t have to go!” At the beguiling look you gave him, he blushed and continued. “T-That is to say you came all this way and I-I am just a chaperone for show. Shouto and his friends know how to handle themselves, if you didn’t have anything better to do you could stick around. Talk shop, Midoriya tells me you do Support work.”

You stared at him for several beats before smiling disarmingly at him.

“You know what, I just might take you up on that.”

You had spent most of the night talking about different aspects of Hero work, away from the party. Touya had been enamoured with you as you told him about everything from work to your personal life.

“Mama Inko told me ‘bout how she was strugglin’ wit all the danger Izzy is involved in, so I made plans to come down here for a while.”

“And you can afford just uprooting your life for your cousin? From what you told me, it’s not easy doing what you do in the states.”

The laugh you gave was sarcastic but not condescending. “Oh I most definitely give discounts to struggling heroes and underground operations, but the Limelight heroes that come to me, pay through the nose when I know they can afford it. It’s how I supplement my work.”

“That’s a little unfair don’t you think?” Touya watched as the light changed in your eyes, but your demeanor didn’t get aggressive, just more assertive.”

“Not at all. Some people need more help than others. It’s one of the ways I look out for my community. People deal with quirk descrimination all the time. If I can help them I do. Or the work they do underground means they don’t get much by advertisements or the limelight, so I help where I can.”

Touya can’t really argue with that. He became very aware of the fame and leg up him being a Legacy gave him early on. “So if I were to commission my temp regulators I’d get charged more?” He asked jokingly.

“Absolutely.”

“Hmm, what about a cute hero discount?” He said it half joking half flirtatiously.

The laugh that left your mouth was somewhere between a snort and a giggle. “I’d charge you even more.” That earned a squawk from the younger man.

“How?!”

You sipped your drink and looked at him over your glass. “Gotta keep you humble, somehow Mr. ‘Haven’t you heard of me?’” He had the decency to look a little embarrassed.

“Ah, that must have seemed a little conceited.”

You hummed, “Just a tad.” Your eyes danced with mirth. Touya found himself unable to look away. The carefree assured attitude you had and the no nonsense air you held yourself with was so attractive. He couldn’t stop what came out his mouth next.

“Then what do you say I take you out some time to apologize?”

The look in your eyes changed, but Touya really couldn’t place it. Your head tilted to the side as you seemed to examine him. The way it set his skin on fire was different from anything his quirk did.

“Are you trying to ask me out on a date?” The tone your voice took was smooth and sweet.

Touya felt his skin heat, but was able to stammer out an answer. “I-If I am?” He felt the way his heart pounded in his chest. You made him so nervous.

“Hmm.”You stirred your drink with your straw before taking a suspenseful sip. “You’re a little young for me, Boo.” The endearment was like Cupid’s arrow right to his heart. He wanted to hear you say it again.

He took a deep breath before letting it out. To his embarrassment he exhaled steam. He powers through that embarrassment though. “You think I’m some sort of kid? Not mature enough?”He tries to put on an indignant demeanor.

You laughed and Touya wasn’t sure if it was at him or not, but either way it made his stomach flip in a confusing way.

You shook your head at him. “Honey I’m not sure you know what you’re trying to get into. You’re...sweet and nice, cute even–”

“Then give me a chance. You–Your–”He cut himself off, trying to find the right words behind the force driving him so earnestly to get to know you better. He finally found them and he looked at you, charmingly earnest. “You seem kinda amazing and I want to get to know you better.”

He watched as you looked at him surprised, before looking away. The way you looked down and fought back a flustered smile let him know he had surprised you at least a little bit.

“Okay, but I did warn you in advance.”

The warmth that bloomed in his chest had felt like hitting the Top Ten. He reached across the couch you were sitting on and grabbed a manicured hand. “Hit me with your best shot.”

Little had Touya known what he was getting into. He took you out to a fancy restaurant to start. Then to an art museum. Then to the movies. He took you on date after date and watched as you laughed and smiled at his jokes and the conversations you had. He treated you like a Lady. Respectful and sweet.

It wasn’t until you were on your sixth date that Touya noticed your behavior changing. Not in any way that was bad, just different. As if there was something restless under your skin.

He had taken you out on a picnic, made and packed everything himself. He picked you up from your apartment and was amazed at how beautiful you looked in the blue floral sundress. Smiled, lips shining with sparkling gloss.

He took you to a park that was sparsely populated with a picnic blanket set up in an enclosure of trees. He led you by the hand to sit down. You had sat gracefully and accepted the tea and bento he had made, as he asked you about your week and how you were.

At some point he had migrated behind your and started massaging your shoulders, a habit he picked up somewhere in the two months that you were dating. As he kneeled behind you and worked fingers into overworked shoulders.

“Oh Touya, you treat me so sweet.” It was said into the fading summer breeze.

He hummed.”How else am I supposed to treat such an amazing woman?” You felt him changed position, as he fell back into a tree and pulled you back into him by your waist.

He made sure to keep his hands in a polite area as he settled into holding you. He nuzzled the back of your neck, and couldn’t stop himself from kissing the skin there. He tried not to focus on the way the off the shoulder sundress exposed the tops of your breasts and the deeply rich skin of your shoulder and neck, but he just found you so enchanting.

He planted soft kisses across your shoulder, inhaling your intoxication scent, a mixture of some sweet perfume and cocoa butter that he’d come to look forward to. When he started kissing up your neck, you made a noise that had drawn him back to himself.

“Oh Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have–” The hero’s face was red with shame. Thinking he was pushing you farther than what you were ready, and in public no less! Touya felt like an absolute heel. He went to move his hands off your waist, put small work calloused hands and held them there, before pushing them lower.

“Oh Touya-Hunny.”

The name was purred out in a low southern lilt that always did things to him. You pressed firmly to his chest.

“You’ve just been so sweet to me. Planning these dates. Paying for everything. Being so gentlemanly.” And that word wasn’t said mockingly per se. Just bordering on the side of exasperation. “When I agreed to start seeing you I honestly didn’t know what you were going to do, but it certainly hadn’t been these dates where you spent them holding my hand and kissing me goodnight on the cheek.” And the way you said that made confusion and self consciousness filter through his chest.

Had he done something wrong? Done something proving he was not worth your time. “I thought when you took me to your place that was it, but you had genuinely just wanted to cook for me and watch those horror movies I told you I hadn’t seen yet.” You gave a hysterical little laugh. “You are the most innocent, well meaning 20 year old I’ve ever met, Hunny and I see that I’m gonna have to be the one to say it.”

Without preamble you got up and turned yourself round, before you settled back into Touya’s lap, dress flared out around you. You cupped his face in your hands and as you stared into his eyes. They shined with apprehension, the man so sure that he messed up, when you had leaned in and kissed him.

And it was no timid kiss.

As soon as you kissed him, your strong petite hand squeezed at his jaw to make him open his mouth. He felt heat flush through him as your tongue swept into his mouth and tasted every inch of it, until you tangled it with your own. Touya moaned into the kiss as you buried the hand that had grabbed his jaw into silver hair and your other hand led his hand to the bare skin of your thigh.

The palm rested on your thigh and was hotter than the heat of the day. You dragged his hand up your dress until it felt the bare flesh of a bare round asscheek. The man pulled away from the kiss.

“Y-Y/n?” You caressed his face again as you stared at him adoringly. The affection in your eyes made his breath hitch. It was the most naked interest he’d seen from you. “Where are you– Why don’t you have on– I-I don’t understand.” He was so lost.

You kissed his lips before trailing kisses up his neck. “Oh Starlight, it’s ok. Everything you’ve done has been perfect. So absolutely perfect.” Her hips grinded down into what Touya knew was a very obvious erection. “You just are more innocent than I had originally thought, but that’s okay.”

A hand snaked its way between your bodies. “I can spell it out for you, if you’re a lil’ dense, Hunny.” You deftly undid his belt and pants until you could slip a hand into dark briefs. As soon as your hand touched his dick he let out a wanton moan.

“Fuck Touya, you’re so perfect.” You looked at him with hearts in your eyes and he couldn’t help the pleasure that ran through him. You ran your hand up and down the long thick length of him, letting your palm play over the soaked uncut tip, before pulling it out. “Oh shit Starlight, is all that for me?” Your voice whispered in his ear as if approving and astonished at once. “Can’t wait to feel you stretch me out, gonna fuck you sweet, Hunny.”

Touya winced, but couldn’t keep the keen from escaping. “Sweetheart, w-what are yo–” His breath caught as you stroked his dick.

“I really thought you were some young ass boy lookin' for a lil play, but you have genuinely surprised me." You allow your thumb to toy with his tip. "Touya." Kiss. "Hunny." Kiss. “Darling boy.” Kiss “I’ve been trying to put this pussy on you for two munts.” Your exasperation shined through with fond amusement, made endearing by your accent slipping through.

“Honestly I was getting to the end of my rope after that stargazing date you took me on last week. All I could think while you laid your head in my lap was you pushing my skirt up to eat my pussy.” You settled onto his lap, sure to slot his dick against the wet bare folds. “It was very distracting.” Your fingers laced together behind his neck.

Touya squirmed below you, face flushed as he looked into dark eyes. Your hips rolled into his and he moaned as the hot folds of your cunt engulfed his tip. You teased him, rocking your hips shallowly. The wet sloppy noise of it made heat rush through him.

He looked down, deliriously, noting the wet sticky bridge your slick was leaving before you let your pussy kiss his cock again. “God damn Y/n. Your feel so good–So fucking good inside. Need to–” He cut himself off as he kissed you and his hands gripped your ass for purchase. They heated against your skin and you savored it.

You sat there kissing like that, enjoying the taste of each other, until you pulled just a hair’s breadth away. “Aw Baby, you losin’ control of that quirk. Gettin’ all hot for me?” You grinded down on his tip, enjoying how it teased you.

“Touya-Hunny, I want you so bad. Will you let me have you, Starlight? Let me put this pussy on you, Baby?”

The whimper he let out was so cute and intoxicating. You wanted to hear him make more broken little noises. You hooked your fingers under his jaw and you looked lovingly into his eyes. He looked debauched, pupils blown wide, leaving a thin ring of turquoise.

“Y/n God—Please Sweetheart, I want it. Want you to sit on it. Never—No one has ever—”His words degraded into a soft whine as your hips swivelled to a stop.

You held his face in your hands as you forced hazy eyes to look at you. “Touya, Baby are you saying that you’ve never—You didn’t—With any of those girls?” You asked without actually asking. The young man in front of you went redder.

“I—That is—It just never seemed like the right time and then Hero work. And after Shizaki, I just needed a break from girls.” He finished feeling like a complete idiot. You surprised him though, when you made him hold his head up and kissed him deeply. This time with more possessiveness and care than before.

“Hunny there’s nothin’ to be ashamed about. You decide when you’re ready.” You started to move off of him, but was pleasantly surprised when he held you in place. “Y/n please, I want this with you. Want to give myself to you like that. Want you to be the first person to know me like that. Besides...” He grasped your wrists and lovingly kissed your palms before looking at you shyly.

“Want to please you.” The declaration was whispered demurely, as he looked at you from under snow kissed lashes.

The hot feeling that shot through you, caused your own eyes to dilate and your pussy to clench around the thick head of his dick. He exhales sharply and you couldn’t help but purposefully clench your wet cunt on him.

“Oh Baby Boy if that's really what you want, we can keep going.” You kissed his face affectionately. “C’mon hold my hips, Baby. Lemme take that thick pretty dick. I’ll fuck you like you deserve, Hunny.”

You resumed your grinding and Touya couldn't help himself anymore.

Hot palms rested against bare skin and he canted his hips upward and pulled you down simultaneously. The thick intrusion had him gasp in a silent moan, savoring the way your pussy hugged his dick filled you slowly.

He would never forget that first time he sank into you and lost himself. It was hot and passionate and so overwhelming that you had taken him home and loved on him the whole rest of the night.

Now here he was, under you, and having his own religious experience. His cute whimpers could be heard throughout the entire room. He kept letting out soft gasps and broken whines, with cursing sprinkled throughout.

A pale face buried it’s way into your hand, too self conscious about the noises made. He stayed like that, clutching you to him until his dick was nestled deep in your pussy. His bottoming out caused you to moan as your walls fluttered around him.

“Shit Touya, that’s it. Yer doin’ so good. Keep going, I can take it.”

The younger man could do little more than nod, kissing your palm, as he drew his hips back before sinking his dick back into you. The wet gushy sound echoed around you letting the man know you were just as wet as you felt.

“Yeah Hunny, like that. Keep fucking me like that.” You softly encouraged, wanting him to build up a pace with that deliciously fat dick. You braced your hand on his chest, savoring the force he started putting behind each thrust.

The loud clap of your ass was soon filling the room, as Touya’s stroke became more confident. You revelled in the stretch of your pussy around his dick.

“Y/n—Fuck me— It’s so h-hot and t-tight. Didn’t think you got this hot insi-ah!” He cut himself as teeth bit into his shoulder.

The surprise jolted his hips sharply and the hot you keened as the fat tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

“Oh fuck yes! T-Touya, Baby that’s it. That’s how deep I want it. Put it deep in my cunt Sweetie. Want to feel it twitchin’ against my cervix when you come, Starlight.”

With those filthy words of praise Touya became a man possessed. Hot pale hands gripped your hips painfully tight. The heat from his palms started approaching singeing and the way acute pain mixed with pleasure made you moan loudly.

Touya looked at you and couldn’t look away. He starred up into your rapturous expression as he fucked up into you. The way those kind eyes looked at him and saw him. How they looked at him and took possession. Owned him like it was the natural order of things. Touya couldn’t help but whimper overwhelmed.

“Y/n, fuck Baby, please. Tell me I’m yours. Tell me that everything about me is yours Sweetheart. Want you to own every part of me. My dick, my mind—My heart and soul. I’ll be so fucking good for you if you just tell me I’m yours.”

Touya’s hips never stopped, he viciously desperately fucked you. Kept burying himself in you as if it was the only way he could prove that he had this, that he had you, possessing him. Touching him. Loving him.

The only sound that filled the room was the loud wet insistent clopclopclop of your cunt being thoroughly fucked and the man’s whimpered pleas.

You leaned down, hands cupping his face as you made him look you in the eyes, The change in angle, cause his grp to slacken and so you resumed the brutal pace of fucking yourself on his dick. It felt so good to have him filling you like this. To have that hot heavy dick at your disposal. As his tip pummeled your g-spot on each stroke, you moaned into the kiss you gave him.

You pulled away and the only expression on your face was love. Pure possessive promised love.

“Oh Touya, my precious Starlight, of course you’re mine.” You squeezed your walls around him, dragging a wrecked delirious moan from his lips. “From the moment I let you make love to me in that clearing, where anyone could find, you were mine, Baby.” Stiletto nails ran over his cheekbones, wiping away tears of joy.

“Everything about you belongs to me, Starlight. From that precious chivalrous mind to this wonderfully fat dick inside of me.” You kissed him again, smearing red lipstick across his mouth this time. You are mine now, Touya. Mind, body, and soul. You understand?” You are going for broke on his dick now. The sloppy sound of your coupling is drowning out the ballroom music at this point.

“Yes, fucking yes Ma’am—I’m yours—Thank you Y/n, thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

With those rushed words, Touya’s orgasm hits him like a freight train. Whining high and loud as his hand clutched at your dark thighs. In you his dick felt as if it swelled more before it started twitching and you felt jet after jet of hot nut fill your pussy.

You stroked tear stained cheeks as you praised him. “That’s it, Touya, give it all to me. Such a wonderful job, my precious Starlight did. That’s my good boy, uh huh nut in me Baby Boy. Fill me up” He let out a strangled sound, overwhelmed at the praise.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll rest here, before we clean up and go back.” You continued to stroke his jaw and praise him, as you basked in the light of the moon.

~~~30 mins Later, Back in the ballroom.~~~~

“Touya! Where’ve you been, Son? We were wondering where you two had run off to.” Enji and Rei Todoroki approached you both, arm in arm.

You smiled, holding your boyfriend's hand. “Oh we’ve been around, enjoyin’ the music, enjoyin’ the food. It’s a lovely gala, Mrs. and Mr. Todoroki.”

“Thank you, Y/n and we could tell if that icing on Touya’s jaw is anything to go by.”

Touya had a brief moment of confusion, before realization dawned on him. He’d eaten you out to keep the mess down and some of his come was now smeared across his face! He went red in embarrassment.

That embarrassment quickly turned to mortification when saw his mother lick her thumb and more to clean his cheek.

But before she could get any closer you stood in front of him, having produced a wet wipe from your clutch. You wiped at his red face as you laughed with his parents.

“Touya always was a messy eater, I guess somethings just don’t change.” Rei chuckled, shaking her head.

You finished cleaning his face and looked up at his demurely through lime green lashes. “You most definitely are still a messy eater, aren’t you, Starlight?”

Touya practically choked on his spit and went redder than his father’s hair.

She’s gonna be the death of me...God I love this woman.

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[wisdomofme]

You know what, I’m having a good day today so- SURPRISE! I’ve been writing and I kinda really love this bit and I really just wanna share <3 So here’s part of a soulmate fic for my regression ship: Dick/Kory from Titans

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"What's this?"

Kory pressed her fingers against his hairline and the soft contentment that had flooded Dick's body suddenly drained like a plug had been pulled. 

His hand grabbed at the back of his neck, sliding up the bed and away from Kory's tempting warmth. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye, the weight of his shame keeping his eyes glued to the blankets of the bed.

"Don't worry about it," he murmured, trying to brush it off even though he knew she wouldn't let him. "It's just a human thing-"

"I know what a soulmark is, Dick." He could hear the irritation in her voice and could imagine the glare in her eyes. "I just didn't know you had one."

Dick stayed silent, his nails digging into his neck as he waited. He'd known from the start that this would all come back to bite him, he'd just wished this could've lasted a little longer.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice quiet with hurt.

“It wasn’t important-”

“Don’t lie to me, Grayson,” she cut him off, her gaze pinning him to the bed. He couldn’t figure out how she did it. Just see straight through him.

Dick sighed, his hand finally falling from his neck and into his lap as he leant forward, pulling an unhelpful Kory slightly closer. 

“You're right,” he admitted, his heart pounding in his chest as his eyes took in her expression. While he still could, while she would still look at him. “It is important, it always has been.” Unsure if she would pull away, Dick reached towards her slowly. When Kory didn’t pull away he linked his fingers with hers, stroking his thumb gently across the side of her hand. “My parents were soulmates.”

Kory tensed, her brow creasing as she pulled back. “Dick…”

He shook his head and tugged her closer by their linked hands. “No, it’s not that it’s just…” His gaze fell to their hands, a calm breath steadying his nerves. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. My soulmark is a part of me and you should know.”

Dick twisted in his seat, letting go of Kory’s hand even as she tried to stop him. “No, Dick, I don’t need to see it. I just wished you’d told me about it.”

“Read it,” he insisted.

“I don’t want to read the soulmark of the man I just-”

“Kory.” He turned, trying to catch her gaze. She looked back at him, her expression twisted into something sour and broken. It hurt to see, he just hoped that this wouldn’t make it worse. “Read it.”

Still she hesitated, but just for a moment more. Then she was reaching for his shoulder and all Dick could do was turn back around and bow his head. He could tell the moment she recognized the familiar words, the sharp intake of breath echoing in his ears, and yet he still couldn’t bring himself to look back at her.

“Dick…”

“I shouldn’t have kept it from you.” The words didn’t feel like relief, just another stone on his back, another mistake he’d made. “But it was clear from the start that it was one-sided, and you didn’t have your memories. I didn’t want to add to your problems.”

Kory sighed as she pulled away from him, the warmth of her hand leaving a burning mark on his shoulder and Dick wondered if it’ll be the last time he ever got to feel her touch. He wouldn’t fault her but he would miss it.

And then her hands were on his jaw, guiding him back to face her as she straddled his legs. His hands were quick to steady her, his fingers curling over her bare hips as she brushed his hair back from his face. Her lips were curled into a frown but her eyes glimmered with joy. The contrast was distracting enough that he nearly missed what she said.

“Soulmates aren’t just a human thing, you know,” she said casually, like the very balance of their partnership, their lives, wasn’t resting on this moment. “Although soulmarks are. You humans make such a complicated bond seem so easy.”

Dick frowned, he was trying to pay attention to her words, really, but his soulmate was sitting in his lap, only wearing his shirt, while she tried to give him a lecture. So he nodded like he was following and hoped she didn’t notice how his eyes were glued to her lips.

“Tamaraneans are warriors, our soulbonds are forged in blood.” She pressed her left hand against his jaw and Dick couldn't help but lean into it. Her head bowed and he craned towards her. The temptation to taste her lips again was too much to resist as his eyes fluttered shut and Kory ground her right palm into his ribcage.

Dick lurched backwards, all the air leaving his lungs in a single breath as his ribs throb with the pain of a thousand burning suns.

“Jesus Kory!” The exclamation wheezed through his lips as he let go of her hips so he could clutch his ribs. “Fuck!”

Even through the pain he could hear her choked gasp and his eyes opened quick enough for him to catch her panting heavily as she held her side. 

Her left side.

It only took a moment for her to catch his eyes, a pained and yet somehow satisfied grin stretching across her face. “And you said your ribs were fine.”

#this isn't even the fic I've really been working on #but I love miscommunication soulmate AUs #and the temptation to make things even more painful for these two was just too tempting #and yes this is kinda the end of the fic #so its the happy bit #but i wanted to share it anyway #dc titans #dickkory #dick grayson #koriand'r #Kory anders #dickkori #robstar #i suppose its still robstar right? #nightwing #starfire

[heartsxandxkisses]

Kokichi x Female Reader

Songfic part 1/?

A Guy That'd I Kinda Be Into

Say there's this person you pass in the hall everyday, you've known him since 7th grade

There he was, running walking down the hallway teasing Kiibo about "if robots have dicks"

"Stop this discrimination! You're being very robophobic!" I hear Kiibo yell. I couldn't help but giggle a little at that. It sounds like he deals with Kokichi's "Robophobic" remarks every morning.

You're used to thinking about him in a certain way, from the persona that he displays

I can't seem to stop thinking about him. His childish nature, his hair, his eyes, his clothes, litterally everything about him. And out of everyone, why him? Why not Kaito? Or Shuichi? But deep down you knew you couldn't fall for them. I mean c'mon, you had friends who liked them already, plus you've already gotten teased by Miu and Angie plenty of times because of who you like. How'd they even find out? Maybe Atua had something to do with it?

And then something changes, and he changes...

From a guy that you'd never be into

Into a guy that you'd kinda be into

From a guy that I'd never be into

Into a guy that I'd kinda be into

"C'mon (Name)! Atua has spoken and said that you need to confess to him right away!" Angie told me as we were walking to school.

"I can't, he'll think I'm crazy and then he'll probably just tease me in front of everyone." I reply, sighing a little as we went to our lockers. My locker was in the middle of Angie's and of course, Kokichi's. He wasn't here yet, though.

Is he worth it? Kokichi~ is he?

"I doubt he's even worth it, he probably likes someone else." I told Angie, receiving a little annoyed glare from her.

"Nyahaha! You mustn't define the will of Atua, (Name)!" she said, smiling and running to her first class, leaving me wondering what the hell she meant by that.

Say there's this person that you never knew that well

Truth be told, me and him haven't really talked that much. I remember the first time I have, though. I was walking to Miu's invention club thingy and there he was. We all three began to talk about her lastest invention until Miu had to leave, saying that "her time was too precious for us shitheads" leaving me and him alone. I remember him asking me to walk with him to our next class we had together, though not many words were said on my part. I listened to him talking about how Maki and him have a little rivalry going on. It wouldn't be surprising since Maki can be defensive over her friends, especially Kaito.

You thought that you had him pegged, but know you can tell he's gone from a guy that you'd never be into

into a guy that you'd kinda be into

from a guy that I'd never be into

Into a guy that I'd kinda be into

Waking into class, I see Tsumugi smirking at me, her eyes telling me to look to her left. There was a seat between her and... Kokichi. Of course she'd do something shippy like this. Me and her usually sit next to each other so we can talk about cosplays, but it appears that she also found out my little secret. As I sat down in the seat, i scooted closer to Tsumugi,

"Are you crazy?! How am I supposed to not get distracted when he's right there!" I whisper-yelled to her.

"Lighten up (Name)! Y'know, if this were an anime, You'd probably accidently fall right in front of him but then he'd probably catch you! It would be like love at first sight!" She replied back excitedly. I swear this girl watches too many animes. With a little annoyed huff, I scooted back and closed my eyes from irritation. It's not like I didn't want to sit by him, I just can't help but get a insecure of myself when I'm around him.

Is he worth it? Kokichi~ is he?

Glancing to him, I saw that he was already looking at me. We both quickly widened our eyes a little due to shock and looked the other way. Why are my cheeks getting warm? Something like this shouldn't be doing this much to me. Maybe he is worth it..

I Don't always relate to other people my age, except when I'm on the stage. There are so many changes that I'm going through, and why am I telling this to you?

Finally school is over. I need to go find Angie and talk to her about our homework. Rounding the corner of the hall, I wasn't expecting to bump into something short.

"Ah- I'm sorry about that! Are you ok?" I asked, leaning down to pick up the book I dropped.

"Nishishi! I wasn't expecting someone like you to pack that hard of a push!" I heard a teasing voice say.

You can't be serious- That's Kokichi's voice, right-? I looked up and.. yep, I was correct, there he was, a smile on his face with his hands behind his head.

"But that was a lie! Since y'know, I'm a lier." He said, putting a finger to his lips.

"R-right.." I replied in a daze.

"I-I should get going now, or else I'll keep Angie waiting, bye!" I quicky yelled, running around him and covering my blushing face with my book.

I Guess there's a part of me wants to, who knew?

I guess a part of me likes to talk to you

After that day, I've been talking to him more, only because we sit next to each other in class still. Tsumugi says that this was her chance for her "otp" to come true. Since when did she ship us together? Who knows with her. Kokichi even invited me to sit with him at lunch, which despite being a little shy about it, I agreed. Who would turn that offer down? I guess I do really like talking to him.

I guess a part of me likes to, who knew?

I guess a part of me likes to sit with you

"Hey kokichi." I said smiling at him, getting into my seat.

"Heyy (Name)" He replied back, also smiling at me. Who knew that sitting next to him would be this nice, his smile was the like highlight of my morning. Maybe sitting by him isn't so bad after all..

I guess a part of me likes to, who knew?

I guess a part of me likes to hang with you

"For this homework sheet you'll work with the person to your left." The teacher announced. The person to my left so happens to be.. Kokichi. Not that I'm complaining though.

"Nishishi! Looks like your stuck with me for a while, huh?" He said teasingly.

"I suppose I am" I said teasingly back, smirking. Hanging out with him isn't so bad.

back to play rehearsal, I know that it's weird but it's totally true..

The guy that I'd kinda be into... isss Kokichi.

"There's no way I love him, right?" I asked myself while getting ready for bed.

"I trust him, and he seems to like hanging out with me. The guy that I'd kinda be into can't be him, it's just not possible." I say to myself. Deep down, I know these feelings won't go away. I know I love him. I know he's a guy that I'm seriously into, I just can't bring myself to admit it yet. Then again, what's the point of worrying right now? I'll just fix this problem tomorrow.

Do I know what the next parts gonna be about? Nope. Did I still wanna post this even though it's terrible? Yep.

#Spotify #kokichi x reader #danganronpa x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi oma x reader #danganronpa v3 #i cant write good songfics #kokichi x y/n

[stellarrmoon]

Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby

Pairing: Bokuto Koutaro × fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Honorary Mention: name??? kink

Status: unedited

You were at a volleyball tournament that your cousin was playing at. You had to support him since you hadn't seen him in a year or so and his team was playing against the nationally known Fukurodani volleyball team. The actual game hadn't started yet but you were there early because you wanted to cheer him up before he had to go play.

"You're gonna do amazing, cuz. I believe in you!"

Your aunt's eldest son looked down at you with a smile, embracing you in a hug of gratitude. "Thanks, y/n. I hope we win but if we lose then we'll lose with dignity. The country's 4th top ace is in their team after all."

"Wait really? That's insane. I wonder what he looks like."

You didn't know that that curiosity of yours would be solved in the next 5 minutes. When it was time to go to the stands, you bumped into a quite beefy (in your words) person's chest and judging by the number 4 on the front of his shirt, you guessed that he was on one of the teams in the tournament.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful, pretty lady." He had a pretty playful voice and you looked up to see a smirk on his handsome face.

"Oh. Excuse me, sir." You bowed your head and walked on when he stepped aside for you. But you couldn't help but look behind you as you continued your journey and the grey and black back of his head stayed in your mind the whole walk to the stands.

Once you got there, you saw that the teams were already on the court, in their huddles, getting themselves fired up for the match. People were cheering all around you for their respective teams and you called out your cousin's name in support. He looked up and found you instantly, putting a thumbs up in the air.

The Fukurodani team did a small warcry before dispersing to their positions and when you saw who their wing spiker was, your jaw dropped. The smirk that was on his face was a bit different that the one you saw earlier and as soon as the whistle blew, you figured out why.

The match was intense and while you were meant to be looking at your cousin, your eyes were stuck on the wing spiker, who you realised was the 4th ranked ace your cousin was talking about. He flew and slammed each and every ball that was set to him and after each spike, he let out a cry of victory. You thought it was quite attractive, seeing how fired up he got but at the end of the match, your heart broke a little for your cousin seeing how they were beaten 2 sets to 1.

"I'm so sorry, cuz, you'll get them next time."

You spent the next 20 minutes cheering him up and catching up with him before his team had to leave for their next match. Before you knew it, the tournament was over and you bid your cousin adieu as their team bus left for their home school.

"Was that your boyfriend, pretty lady?"

You gasped when a sudden presence appeared beside you. It was the beefy dude. Aka the wing spiker, ace and captain of Fukurodani. "Wow, when did you get here?"

"I've been watching since the other team entered the bus. Wanna answer my question?"

You shifted your position to face him and damn, you could've swooned right there. His nose bridge was perfectly straight and the only curve was the upturn between his nostrils. His lips were a luscious baby pink and his eyes a golden brown. Coupled with his confident aura, this man was hot.

"Enjoying the view? I don't blame you."

You smiled in amusement, "If you must know, that wasn't my boyfriend, that was my cousin."

"Oh, well that's good news for me."

"And may I ask why?"

He looked you up and down before biting his lip and saying, "That means you're free to take."

You couldn't help but get embarrassed at his statement and suddenly, you wondered why you hadn't called a taxi yet. "You're very... confident with your words sir."

"It's my specialty." He smirked again but this time, it was a bit lazy, which made him seem more attractive to you. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You got out your phone and started to call a local cab agency, "No, I've got to order a cab."

Unexpectedly, he gently took the phone from your hands and ended the call just as the number had answered. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've got a car."

Even though you had just met this guy, you decided to accept his offer. He told you that his name was Bokuto Koutarou, which had a nice ring to it once you got used to the pronunciation. You told him your address and before you knew it, you were back home. "Hey, I didn't even give you directions."

"Well, sweetheart, that's because I live right next door to you." He said it so casually as if it was a mystery why you hadn't met each other till then.

"What?! Since when?"

"We moved in last month but since I'm always having practice, I usually come back home later than everyone else in the neighbourhood. Anyways, it was nice meeting you, pretty lady. I'll be sure to see you again."

You exited his car and walked to your porch chuckling at the odds. You had a feeling there was more to happen than you thought.

Weeks went by and it turned out that your room was directly across Bokuto's, which meant that you could wave to each other through your windows every morning when you got ready. He'd be wearing his uniform to go to his school and so would you when you saw each other before leaving.

He didn't take his car though, which meant that you couldn't get any more car rides from him. But it was probably for the best since you couldn't stop having dirty thoughts about him. It's how your day would start, seeing as you imagined having his school tie wrapped around your neck while he pulled you towards his face so you could-

See?

Sometimes you would have conversations through your windows but they were often short seeing as you were both in your final year and had to study for the last exams and for some reason, everytime he cut your chats short to go back to the books, it made your heart pound.

But it wasn't to say that it wasn't the same for him. Seeing you in that short, plaid skirt did something to him and he didn't particularly enjoy having a boner while going to Fukurodani High.

One day, he came back home early since there wasn't any practice and saw you changing through your window. Well, not exactly, but he could see your silhouette through your thin curtains and my, my, did he not almost drool.

You took off your shirt first and threw it on your chair, then your skirt came off next. The curve of your spine blended perfectly with the rounded shape of your butt and he subconsciously bit his lip while his eyes stayed glued to your form. He guessed that you were now only in your underwear and the thigh high socks you had to wear and his pants immediately felt tighter at the image. "Fuck."

Before you continued to take anything else off, he turned away and went to go have a cold shower. Deep down, he was nervous wreck. The confidence was natural to him but when it came to you... it seemed that it was wearing thin.

Only a few days went by and Bokuto caught you every time after school when you were changing. He felt like a pervert for using the short scene to masturbate every single night.

That saturday, your mother asked you to go take over some muffins to the house next door, because she had met the parents of the home earlier that week. You were fine with it until you realised that it was the Bokuto Residence and you would see... him.

Softly, you knocked on the door and unbeknownst to you, a shirtless Bokuto Koutarou answered the door. Both your eyes widened, his with shock and yours with embarrassment. He was sweating and you watched as a few drops travelled down his hard chest, six-pack abs and into his shorts via his very prominent v-line. "Woah..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Nice to see you in front of me again, pretty lady."

He propped his elbow on the side of the door so you could see his laterals and biceps become more prominent and you felt yourself swallow. "Uh- my, uh- mom. Cupcakes. Bring over. I–"

He took the container from you and opened it, while raising an eyebrow. Inside were red velvet cupcakes, with white, cream icing on top and they looled good so he took one. One bite in, he closed his eyes and moaned, "Mmm, sweetheart, that's delicious."

When he opened his eyes, they were lazier as he licked the icing on his lip off. "T-thanks. I'll tell her that..."

You left immediately after that and as soon as you entered your room, jumped onto your bed and screamed into the pillow. Even Bokuto heard it from his kitchen while finished his 3rd cupcake and he furrowed his eyebrows.

You couldn't believe you saw him like that. He looked so... hot. His black and white hair was drenched in sweat and instead of classically being styled up, it fell over his forehead. Not to mention his amazing body and the... the veins that disappeared into his shorts.

"What the hell? What just happened?"

You stared at the ceiling for longer than you thougt and before you knew it, it was nighttime. Looking over to Bokuto's window, you saw that it wasn't covered by curtains. His bedroom door opened and he plopped onto his bed without noticing you. You were about to greet when he flopped onto his back and suddenly, his dick sprung up in the air.

What. The. Fuck?

You were frozen in astonishment and it was worse when you saw his hand start to slowly move up and down his shaft. He was moaning softly from the little you could hear through the open window and before you knew it, he was thrusting into his hand. He seemed so desperate trying to catch his high that you clenched your thighs as you felt yourself get wet.

"Mm, fuck, Y/N!"

And he exploded. You saw his cum shoot up into the air before it landed somewhere, you didn't know the exact place but, as soon as it happened, you closed your curtains and went to your shower.

Bokuto heard the noise but when he looked back, nothing was out of the ordinary. Except... his window. Wide open. "Shit."

When you were done with your (cold) shower, you saw a text from Bokuto that read:

Bokuto Koutarou: Hey, did you hear anything weird today?

You: what do you mean?

Bokuto Koutarou: like... from my house.

You contemplated your answer before responding.

You: nope.

He left the message on read and let out a huge sigh of relief. Thank God you didn't hear him or else he would've buried himself alive.

Both of you went to sleep feeling weird that night; none of you knew of the rest to come.

On Sunday, you were home alone and suddenly remembered that your mom asked you to fetch your container from the Bokutos before she left on a business trip. "Oh shit!"

You went over immediately, without thinking of what you were wearing and knocked. Luckily, Mrs Bokuto answered the door but she looked as if she was leaving. "Hi Mrs Bokuto. May I please fetch my mom's container?"

"Oh, of course, darling. Me and my husband are going away on holiday for the week and we have to leave for the airport now so help yourself, please? It's on the counter. The kitchen is to the right."

With that, she exited her house and her husband followed with two suitcases on either of his hands. He smiled in acknowledgement and without any more time to waste, their white Lexus sped off.

Like she said, you helped yourself in and went to the said kitchen. You were glad it was easy to spot the container because it really was on the counter. But what you didn't particularly enjoy was freezing when you heard a familiar voice speaking to you.

"Hey, hey, hey, pretty lady. Any reason why you're in my house?"

You turned and saw Bokuto Koutarou leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Thankfully he was dressed today. "Bokuto. Hi. I'm here to fetch my mom's container."

"Oh. And here I thought you were here to visit me."

You smiled sheepishly and started moving forward, container in hand. As you were about to exit the room, he moved in front of you, arms still crossed.

"Um..." you stepped to the side but he followed you. "Can I get passed?"

"No."

"Wh-"

"You can't get passed. I'm tired of playing your games, pretty lady."

"Bokuto-"

"Koutarou. Call me by my name."

For some reason, his hostile behaviour was making you... horny? The way he crossed his arms so his jacket stuck to his muscles like a second skin; the way his jaw was locked as he looked down on you with his golden eyes. The way he towered over you with his legs apart, his stance mimicking that of a predator about to catch its prey.

"Go on. Say it."

You hesitated and stammered. Instead of you usual strong voice, his name came out as a defeated whisper, "Koutarou..."

He took the container in your hands and threw it into the counter so that it banged against the wall between the cupboards and the former. You flinched at the loud sound, but impressed with how good his aim was. He took steps forward which made you step back in turn. This continued until your back hit the island in the middle of the kitchen and you had nowhere else to go. "You know what I'm talking about right?"

It sounded more like a statement than a question. "No..." You had a feeling that:

"I know, y/n. I know you saw."

"Saw what?" You didn't know why you were still acting clueless because it didn't seem to be working. But what made you finally succumb to his interrogation was when he forced his knee between your thighs and pressed his body against yours.

It was hot. Or was it you? Maybe him? You couldn't think straight with his cologne engulfing you. "Mmm... just like you to get sll flustered. You know how cute you look when that happens? Now I'm going to give you one more chance to admit to your actions."

"I... I did see." You sighed.

"Mhm. Tell me what you saw, pretty lady."

You closed your eyes and went limp, "I saw you cum. When you said my name."

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you so you could sit on the counter of the island, situating himself between your legs. "And did you enjoy that, princess?"

"I don't know."

He squeezed your waist.

"I think you're lying." He moved his head so that his lips were by your ear. "You know what I hate? It's how you don't know how sexy you are to me. Look at you." He was speaking so lowly and slowly that you were hooked on his every word– it was making your pussy quiver. "You think you can come into my house wearing that thin fucking sundress?"

Suddenly, his other hand moved under your dress, caressing your thigh and stopped at the apex where he rubbed his thumb back and forth on the soft skin.

"You don't even have any panties on." You could feel his smirk against your ear. "It's like you knew you were going to see me."

He pulled back and you could breathe again. He walked away, his large back moving further and further away from you as he stopped his antics. "Bokut- Koutarou, wait!"

He stopped and craned his head. He had such a beautiful side profile.

"I did see. And... I liked it. I liked it a lot. In fact, I've fantasized about you so many times since we met and I can't take it anymore."

"So what am I supposed to do about that, sweetheart?"

"Bokuto Koutarou... please fuck me."

It sounded like a plea for help and honestly, it was all he needed to unleash himself. The next few moments were a blur for you because you went from being on the island to being in Koutarou's bed, watching him strip down to nothing without shame.

"Koutarou." You breathed when you saw his dick – it looked even bigger than before. Was that going to fit inside you?

"I'll make it fit, princess." He grinned and beckoned you over to him at the edge of the bed.

You crawled on all fours, feeling your dress ride up over your ass and it was met with cold air. So now you were face to cock with Bokuto Koutarou and it looked like you were about to know the true meaning of choking.

"You're staring at it like you want it in your mouth." He caressed your cheek and let his thumb run along your bottom lip, pulling it down before releasing it. His strong hand grabbed a hold of his hard shaft and you felt a sudden slap against your face. "Is that what you want, princess?"

He slapped you with his dick. Due to the size of it, it was a bit painful but instead of feeling offended, you felt your wetness drip down your thighs. It was still in his hand, but this time, when he moved it, he placed the tip against your lips.

"Hm? You want this cock down your throat?"

You were looking up at him with your pretty brown eyes that looked like they were tearing up and it turned him on to no end.

He leaned over and to your surprise, swiped his hand across your slit from behind, collecting a sticky puddle of your wetness in his hand and placing it on his dick. Your eyes widened as he coated his shaft with it while your lips were still on his tip. "I'm gonna need you to be a good girl for me and take my cock well, okay?"

You nodded without hesitation and finally, you opened your mouth. In went his dick and you gagged immediately at the shear size as it touched the back of your throat. It was already slippery due to the coat of your juices but one thing was prominent.

"Can you taste yourself on my cock, baby? Hm? Do you like it? The way you're slobbered all over my dick?"

You couldn't do anything except blow him. Your cheeks hollowed out as you took him in and out, and in and out. Eventually he had his head thrown back and he was moaning out every other word like "baby", "fuck", and "you're killing me, princess".

It was another 5 minutes before he had enough and he pushed you onto your back, spread your legs as wide as they could and dived into your cunt. "Fuck, Bokuto!"

He slapped your thigh hardly which led you to yelp, making you wonder what you did to deserve it. "I told you to call me by my name."

You understood him perfectly. But the way his tongue moved against your clit didn't warrant any say of his name, or any word, even. All you sounded like was "Mmm" and "yes" and "please"; it was music to his ears. He coupled his tongue movements with two fingers inside you. You were tight around them so that he could barely separate them but the way he curled them towards himself hit a spot you didn't know you had. "Ohhhh my God, Koutarou."

"That's right, say my name, princess." He growled against your clit. He started getting more aggressive as time went on and eventually, he started hitting you on your abdomen, your thighs, and even your clit. Your nipples were straining against your dress as you arched your back, feeling a particular knot get tighter and tighter.

"Koutarou, I'm going to-"

"Do it, baby. Cum on my face."

He sucked and fucked until you did as he said, hips locking as lapped his tongue along your slit while you rode out your orgasm. Your legs were trembling by the end of it but he didn't feel like giving you a break.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, princess." He said as he climbed over you, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his lips. His tongue entered excitedly and he moaned into your mouth. Your dress was long gone now seeing as he ripped it straight down the middle.

Your chests were pressed together so your boobs were against his pecs and it felt so good to you that you let out a small mewl. While he planted kisses and bites down your neck, you caught your breath and looked up to the ceiling to see... a mirror. There was a mirror on the ceiling and that meant you could see everything that was happening.

Your worn out face. Koutarou's back muscles rippling as he paid attention to your chest and neck; his ass that you could imagine gripping onto as he thrusted hard into you.

He stopped what he was doing and looked into your eyes, "Are you ready?"

"For what?- Ohhhhh." You looked at your own face through the mirror above as he slowly pushed himself in. The stretch of your cunt felt so good that it hurt and you couldn't help but cry. "Fuck, Koutarou."

"Say it again." He started thrusting, "Say my name again."

"Koutarouuuu." You droned out.

His hips moved relentlessly. It seemed that he was waiting for this for a long time and now you understood why. It felt so good. "I fit so perfectly inside you, princess."

As his dick slipped in again, he hit the spot from earlier except, it felt so much more intense. "Yes, Koutarou, do it again."

And so he did. He was moaning along with you, whispering dirty words into your ear and the deeper he went inside you, the closer you were to cumming. You pushed his shoulders up so that you could see his face and as soon as you made eye contact, he smiled. It was so devilish and hedonistic and it fit him perfectly.

He bit his lip as he looked down to see yourselves colliding. In, out. In, out. That's what his dick was doing. In and out of your squelching pussy and so easily, that he could've sworn that your hole was made for him. "Koutarou, I'm going to cum again."

"That's a good girl. Do it for me, princess. Cum on my cock."

He went back to thrusting deeply and languidly and as you watched his big form move above you, you went over the edge creamed with him inside you. "Oh yes, oh yes, Koutarou, I love it."

"You love it?" He asked as he pumped through your climax.

"Yes, baby, I do. Give it to me, more, please, Koutarou."

He groaned, "I love it when you say my name. Can I cum inside, princess?"

"You ca- do whatever you want, Ko- koutarou." You belted out as more orgasms overtook you.

"Say it again."

"KOUTAROU, MY GOD!!!"

That was what it took for him to cum inside you. He stayed in there for a while, sweat dripping from his chin onto your face. Your bodies were sticky and sweaty from his sex and it both of you were worn out.

"Koutarou..." you started but were interrupted by him pulling out and roughly turning you onto your stomach.

He pulled your hips up so you were face down, ass up and licked his lips when he saw your combined cum squeezing out of your cunt. "Round Two, pretty lady."

I guess, you were the only one worn out?

#bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #haikyuusmut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #fukurodani #high school #mutial pining #kuroo #kenma

[starlightxsvt]

Hellion

pairing: Jeonghan x female reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, idk what this is

warnings: cursing

word count: around 1.5k

A/N: Firstly, happy birthday to the Jeonghan, our con man. I know I'm a day late so forgive me for that. Secondly, I've no idea what the hell I wrote. I've cancelled two other drafts I wrote for his birthday cause none of them were coming together and in the end I've decided to post this shit. Anyway, your feedback would be really appreciated in this mess of a story :').

"What's Jeonghan doing here?" You hiss to Mingyu who has a hard time prying his eyes off of Chaeyeon. "I invited him. I never thought he'd actually come. I'm surprised too." He replies.

"Wha- why would you invite Jeonghan to my birthday party!" You glare at him to which he rolls his eyes, "Come on now, he's in our friend group. And college is almost over. You don't know when you'll see him again. Ogle him while he's still here." He smirks.

"What did you just s-"

"Oh come on, don't act like I don't know that he's your secret crush. Maybe make up with him and if you're lucky you'll get some good dick as a birthday present." Mingyu chuckles at your open mouth before scurrying away to avoid your wrath. You glare at his retreating figure before inhaling sharply. And before you can stop yourself, you start to look for him.

You spot Jeonghan at the large porch in the back of Mingyu's house, sitting in one of the porch seats while sipping beer. He looks dashing as always, his black hair messy, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight, his cheekbones getting a prominent shine. You sigh.

Jeonghan was an exhausting person to be around and maybe, he'd say the same for you. You've known him since highschool and after a particular incident of him spilling his banana milk all over your brand new scarf, you decided to call it war. To this day you believe that he did it on purpose because you told your homeroom teacher that he slept during his class.

After that it was like an unspoken rule- you two would bicker whenever you were in the same space. It only infuriated you that he was so good looking, smart, famous and the fact that you had some feelings developing for him. Each time you saw him with a girl you'd feel a bitter feeling all over and you could only hope that those feelings would pass over time. But no they didn't, they only grew- the small branches had formed a tree now, the roots planted deep in your heart.

"How long are you going to stand there and stare at me?" Jeonghan calls, without turning behind. You clear your throat before walking to him, "Didn't expect to see you here, fuck face."

"Can you not call me names for a day please? You're just jealous I'm good looking." He remarks drowning the can of beer.

You snort, "Haha. You wish, loser." You plop down beside him. "I see you've finished quite a few cans. What's up? Got ditched?" You poke him.

"What do you care?"

"You're ruining the mood here with all these sad aura around you. Go drink your sorrows away somewhere else, this is my party."

"Yet you are sitting with me and my sad auras."

"I came to tell you that," you scoff, crossing your arms over.

"Parties are not your thing, I know. And Mingyu wasn't shy on inviting people. It feels more like his birthday than yours." Jeonghan comments, still staring ahead. His words are true and they infuriate you. You can't help but get defensive, "What do you know, sad boy? I'm enjoying myself just fine."

"And yet you are sitting with me and-"

"Stop saying that, will you!" You snap. Jeonghan chuckles before looking at you. He unabashedly eyes you up and down, heating your cheeks up in the process.

"Nice dress," he murmurs. His words catch you off guard and you glare at him, "Stop staring at me, pervert."

"You were staring at me earlier."

"Seriously? Can you stop for one goddamn second?"

"You're the one who started it."

"That's it. I shouldn't have come here," you stand up to leave but to your utter surprise Jeonghan grabs your hand, sending your heart to a frenzy. "Wait."

You swallow nervously, heart thudding loudly in your chest as Jeonghan lets go of your hand and meets your eyes, "Sit down, I've a gift for you."

You frown, "You have a gift for me?" Jeonghan nods before sitting straight, setting down his can. "Before that, I need you to know something."

"W-what?"

"I really didn't spill my milk all over you intentionally that day." He meets your eyes.

You can't help but laugh out loud partially because he's still concerned about that and partially because you believe he's lying.

"Listen here, sad boy, I've put that well past me. And I know for a fact you did it on purpose so don't-"

"You didn't, ___. We've been fighting over that for our whole goddamn lives. And no, I'm not lying. I've no reason to. I never cared if you told our teacher shit or not." His chocolate orbs bore into yours and you swallow. The air surrounding you suddenly becomes thick and you start to feel jittery and maybe a slight amount of guilt. Is he really speaking the truth?

"W-whatever, I don't care anymore." You say, sitting down gently beside him.

"And yet you still hold a grudge against me," Jeonghan sighs. "Besides you're not even fun to fight with."

"What did you say?"

He laughs, his eyes forming crescents and the sweet melody echoing in the air. You quickly look away before he catches you staring, "I don't have all day. Where's my gift?"

"Yeah, right." From beside him he produces a bag that you didn't notice before. He hands it to you and you tentatively peek in, half expecting a bug to jump out.

To your utter surprise, a scarf that looks identical to the one he ruined lies there. A small gasp leaves your mouth.

"I bought it that day after I stained yours. I was going to give this to you as an apology but dear lord, you were on my ass the second I got to class next day." Jeonghan speaks and a blush coats your cheek leaving you feel vulnerable all of a sudden.

"I don't know what to say," You whisper more to yourself. Jeonghan chuckles, "I know, you're touched. It's okay, we're even finally."

You bite your lip and exhale loudly before meeting his eyes, "Thanks." Jeonghan moves his hand in a dismissive wave. "I thought I'd finally give it you, call it a truce. We'll probably never see each other again after this month and I wanted to depart on good terms."

Your throat constricts, an overwhelming sadness enveloping you. He's right, you two would probably never see each other again. His dad owns a huge business and he'd probably go abroad to manage it.

"You're right, let's call it a truce," you whisper staring at the scarf in your lap.

"Come on now, don't look so sad, sad girl," Jeonghan teases you and you roll your eyes. He's still the same.

He hands you a beer, "Have a drink with me to sign the truce." You quietly laugh, taking the can from him. You two share a comfortable silence, staring at the night sky, the music from the party fading into the background until Jeonghan decides to break it.

"I know you like me, ___." The words slip past his lips like it's the most casual thing ever. You choke on your beer before looking at him eyes wide like saucers, "W-what!"

Jeonghan slightly turns to face you, his features calm, "You don't have to act. I've known all along."

Oh. My. God.

Heat spreads all over your face like wildfire. Your first thought is that Mingyu told him. You chew your lip as you see no way out. "W-who told you?" You squeak.

"I've figured it out myself," He says nonchalantly, resting his head on his hand as you stares at you.

"You-you did?"

"Mhmm."

You fumble with the hem of your dress before murmuring out, "I-I should get going." You need to escape him. Forever.

But Jeonghan isn't done. He casually goes on, "I've always thought you were pretty. Even when you get red after losing an argument." You blush furiously as your palms sweat.

"You know I really had no intention of picking a fight with you but you...you were so desperate to bring me down. You always speak too much and I often think about the many ways I could shut your loud mouth. Such a shame, we would've made a great couple."

Your face feels like it's on fire by now. You swallow before nervously laughing, "I s-see what you're doing here...You're trying to p-prank me, asshole."

Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair, sighing, "See? There you go again, running that damn mouth." Your lips press together as you clench your fists, thinking of a way out. In the blink of an eye Jeonghan scoots closer to you and leans in to capture your lips in a kiss.

A squeak leaves your mouth as Jeonghan tilts your head, cupping your cheek. You want to pull back, smack him, call him names but you can only moan as his mouth slots against yours perfectly. Your tongues clash as you grab a fistful of Jeonghan's shirt, moaning.

When you pull back for air, you're mortified, wanting to be swallowed up by the ground. Jeonghan is totally calm as he takes in your messy state licking his lips.

"Do you want to continue?"

"W-wh-what?"

"I said do you want to continue this? If you don't want to I'll leave. If you do then you're coming home with me. Which one is it gonna be, ___?"

You bite your lip. Oh my God. This can't be happening.

You grit your teeth as every ounce of your resolve disappears, "I...I want you."

The smile on Jeonghan's face is victorious, a smile you've seen million times before, a smile that makes you week in the knees. "Good girl." He says encasing your lips in another kiss before standing up holding out his hand. "Come along, sweetheart. I'm gonna ruin you for any other man. Even when it's morning you'll only be thinking about me," he whispers in your ear before tugging you out of the porch- your heart hammering in your chest as you squeeze the scarf on your hand.

Fuck, you owe Mingyu a fruit basket or some shit now.

A/N 2: Also, that video of Jeonghan exercising made me 🥵🥵 this man is so infurating. I was literally dehydrated from watching that video.

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[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Star-Crossed: Bound by Blood

Chapter One

Master List

Pairing: Mando/Din Djarin x OFC Baast’Mal

Warnings: I'm making this up as a go, Canon divergent from the series during chapter 13, mild violence

A/N: I make this stuff up as I go along, if I screw something Star Wars-y up, apologies in advance, I didn't do it on purpose, but I'm new to this Fandom. I will be cross posting this story between AO3 and Tumblr except the smutty bits. Those chapters will only be available to registered users on AO3. (I'm trying something new for people who want to read here on Tumblr, but to also avoid the smut for minors controversy. We'll see how it goes.)

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In the sweltering heat of the jungle, Din Djarin crouched to better scan for tracks in the rotting foliage at the base of the tall trees. Pools of light made it difficult to adjust correctly for the shadowy depths; add in the thermal activity of the plants and animals in this stinking sewer of a planet, and he was having a hard time tracking his quarry. 

When he'd accepted the puck, he hadn't known what he was getting into as her chain code was surprisingly sparse. The only additional information he had was her name - Taa Marel - her last known location and face. 

And what a face. Even on a holo, she was stunning, not that the Mandalorian would let that sway him one way or the other. 

He'd tracked the stolen ship from Bogano, where she'd initially been hiding out to this skug hole of a world that was made to torment men in beskar, causing them to swelter in their helmet.

The kid, however, loved the place. 

Constantly cooing, riding in his pouch, he touched everything he could get his chubby green fingers on. Leaves, flowers, bugs; those, of course, went straight in his mouth. By this point, Mando accepted the womp rat could and would eat just about anything.

Upon arrival, they'd found the ship nose down, destroyed, and abandoned, but the crash landing had created just enough space for Mando to set the Razor Crest down. Then the hunt began.

After three hours of slogging through the heat, he was ready to kill her. After four, he decided death was too good for someone who made him sweat this hard. After five, he was determined to make her suffer. But they were closing in. He could feel it like an ache in his bones.

Tracks led forward, but something didn't sit right with that. They were too obvious. After hours of following such a well-covered trail, this was an insult to his skills. Footprints led straight down a game trail like a beacon meant to lure him astray.

It wasn't right, too easy by far, and the skin on his nape crawled.

He looked up, straight into the eyes of the woman he was hunting. Even through the distorted colour of heat vision, he could see they were a vibrant green.

He moved on instinct, whipcord shooting out, wrapping around her shoulders, and dragging her out of the tree.

She screamed the battle cry of a hunting cat, an inhuman sound before she twisted mid-air and landed lightly, crouched but on her feet. 

"Taa Marel, I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold," he warned her, hand hovering over his blaster.

"That is not my name. And I choose option three."

Her voice kicked him in the groin and made his dick twitch. Stunned, he could only watch as her hands came up and nails like talons shredded his whipcord. 

Someone had left a few things out of her chain code.

"Put the child down."

Mando blinked. "Why would I do that?" 

What did she want with his foundling? Had she heard about him? Would she attempt to take him? 

"I intend to kick your ass, Mandalorian, but I do not hurt children. Put him down."

Surprised, Mando reached for the strap across his chest instead of his blaster. "You're not going to run?"

She lifted a proud chin. "You will continue to hunt me. I would rather die than return to that hell hole, but I will not go easy. I will fight."

She was beginning to impress him with more than just her face. 

Din lifted the strap over his head, his eyes fixed on the target, studying her outside of the holo he'd memorized. 

She stood with her chin raised, body slightly turned in a stance that bespoke proper training. If one could call it that, her green tunic had no sleeves, crossed over her breasts, tied just beneath them, and ended a few inches thereafter, baring the wealth of sun-darkened skin over tightly packed muscles. Pants hugged slim hips, billowed at her thighs, and tied tight to her calves thanks to the soft, short boots that went to her knee. 

Sweat gave her a sheen that made her glow, her vibrant eyes shadowed behind thick, long lashes. Her face was a treasure trove of sculpted brows, sharp nose, and high cheekbones over lips that looked like ripe fruit, begging for teeth. 

A mass of hair, the colour of sand, fell in heavy waves to her hips. It began to darken toward the tips until it was as black as the deepest corner of space.

As he moved the kid, she untied a thin cord from her wrist and slowly began to bind her hair in a low tail.

He'd never met a woman like her, a bounty like her, ever. This one - fugitive or not - had honour in her.

The kid cooed and waved. Her lips twitched into a smile as she winked and waved back.

"Fear not, Mandalorian. Should I kill you today, I will raise your foundling as my own."

Din's blood ran cold. "You won't get the chance."

He hung the child's satchel on a low tree knot and drew the beskar spear from his back in the same motion. Though he'd won the spear from magistrate Morgan Elsbeth on Corvus and helped the Jedi Ahsoka Tano defeat her forces, the Jedi held no answers when it came to the kid. Though, Din wondered if that had more to do with him than the little green monster. She'd told him to seek another Jedi, someone with more training than she, but had given him no direction in which to search.

"He is rather cute," she smirked. "But his kind age so slowly. You will be long dead before he is grown."

Mando paused. "You know of his kind?"

She arched a brow. "You do not?"

He lowered the spear and held up his off-hand. "I am tasked with returning him to his people."

Her posture never changed, but her eyes filled with sorrow. "He has no more people. The last of his kind, or what was thought to be the last, died some years ago. Master Yoda was his name."

"I'm to help him find the Jedi," Mando murmured.

Her eyes lost their sadness. "I cannot help you."

"Will not."

"They are one and the same," she whispered. 

Lightning fast, she rushed him. Mando barely blocked the first swipe of her claws before the second clanged off his pauldron. He used the spear's shaft to knock her back, even as she kicked him in the ribs, bypassing the beskar.

"Do you know the life you condemn me to, Mandalorian, if you return me to that horrible place?" she asked, crouched once again, a few feet away.

"You're a bounty. I don't make deals," he stated, watching his quarry while keeping his body between her and the kid. His ribs smarted, but he'd had worse.

"No. You just work for the people who Purged your planet!" she spat, leaping and clawing. 

She was fast, damn fast. Barely able to keep up, it was all Mando could do not to lose ground until he saw an opening and swept the butt of the spear at her leg.

She jumped back, breath coming hard.

"I didn't ask who the bounty was for." Greef Karga offered him the chance for a big payday, and right now, they could use it.

"You work for the Empire," she sneered. "Returning me to torture and experimentation. Do you think I was always like this!?" She stood and held out her arms, flexing fingers tipped in dark claws. She bared her teeth, revealing wicked-looking canines, then lifted a portion of hair to reveal a sharply pointed ear.

Again he paused, a thing unheard of, to ask, "What are you?" Her chain code said human, but she was certainly not that.

Her proud chin lifted in defiance. "Do you know what a Zentari is, Mandalorian?"

Din inhaled sharply. "That's not possible. They were wiped out."

"All but one. I am Baast'mal, last of the Zentari. The Empire took me as a child and used my gift to ruin me. They bound my blood to the Corellian Sand Panther and Manka Cat. They have so thoroughly defiled my biorhythms that if the constellations were kind enough to cross my path with that of my mate, I do not know if I could bond with him." Pain flickered across her features. "I am sullied, broken. I am a monster," she whispered before shaking herself free of the melancholia and raising that proud chin once more. "So kill me if you can, Mandalorian, for I will not go willingly."

The beskar spear fell from his fingers as Din dropped to a knee and bowed his head. "I am a Child of the Watch. I must offer aid, Zentari. This is the Way."

"The Way?" She took a step back. "The Mandalorians no longer follow the Old Ways. They no longer conceal their face from all but their riduur and ad. The creed is long dead."

He shook his head. "My Tribe is one of zealots. We hold to the old ways of Mandalore. I only recently learned of this as I was raised with them in hiding. The Purge took much, but the ways of the Zentari are remembered in the covert."

She hesitated, eyes wary. "I have faced Mandalorians before. They knew not the Way."

Din stripped his gloves from his hands and held them out, palms up as if catching water. He raised them above his head and brought them down over his helmet, appearing to another as if he washed with air. "Zentari of the Bright Star, may the constellations bless this warrior with a treasure greater than beskar that they would be mine. Cyar'ika. Ka'rta. Riduur."

She inhaled sharply. He watched her fight tears, lip trembling before she closed the distance between them and knelt. She dipped her fingers into his cupped palms as if they held water, brought them to her brow and stroked them down over her eyes and out along her cheeks. 

Her hands shook as she lifted them toward his helmet and laid her palms lightly on the sides of the beskar. 

His hands gently grasped her wrists, her skin warm and soft beneath his fingers. She wouldn't remove it, that he was sure of, but it was an instinct he couldn't deny when someone touched his helmet.

Her voice was whisper soft when she spoke. "Mandalorian, Holder of the Creed, blessed of the constellations. May you raise warriors strong in the Way and find your riduur. Your cyar'ika. Your ka'rta." 

"This is the Way," he murmured, shaken by the encounter.

"This is the Way," she agreed as she drew him forward until his helmet lightly kissed her brow.

The shudder that raced through her raced through him with equal intensity. The Zentari race was a myth, a legend, a beautiful dream. They were so lost to time Din felt like his heart would burst with joy. 

"Have you ever removed your helmet, Mando?" she asked softly.

The shortened form of address made his heart skip. "Not before any living thing." The Droid on Nevarro didn't count, and no matter what Bo'Katan said, the creed was his way. He would never show his face to any besides his wife or children. 

Let Koska scoff as she liked at his traditions. She had not found a Zentari. She likely wouldn't know what to do with the Zentari if she did.

Din rocked back on his toes and pushed to his feet, surprised when she followed him with equal grace. "Zentari, we should return to my ship. The Alor will want to meet you. The covert will rejoice."

"Baast."

He froze as her hands landed lightly on his beskar covered chest. "What?"

"To you, I am Baast." She stared into his visor as if able to see his eyes. 

"Baast," he murmured, wishing he could speak her name without the modulator.

"Yes, Din Djarin," she smiled. 

He still held her wrists, and his hands became her shackles. "How do you know that name?" he demanded.

Long lashes swept her cheeks, a coy smile curling her lips. "Grogu told me."

His grip tightened more. "Who is Grogu?" 

She tilted her head to look past him at the kid cooing at them. "He is Grogu."

"You can understand him?" Din asked, his shock registering even through the modulator. 

"Not in words, but he speaks to those who can listen. Images. Impressions. The Force is strong in him," she smiled at Grogu. "He loves you."

"He's okay." Mando was grateful for the helmet that hid his foolish grin.

"You fool no one," Baast chuckled. She gently twisted her wrists, reminding him of her bondage. 

He let her go and stepped back to pick up the spear. 

"You are a man blessed of beskar," she murmured. "You must be a great hunter."

"Something like that," he murmured. It still shamed him how he'd acquired his armour, but if he hadn't turned in the kid - Grogu - he wouldn't have been as well-equipped to get him back and keep him safe as they ran from the Empire.

Baast headed for Grogu, her smile growing as she lifted down his carrier and situated the baby against her chest. Grogu giggled and babbled something Mando didn't understand.

"Oh, I see," Baast chuckled, casting a side-eye his direction.

"What?" Mando muttered.

"Clan of the Mudhorn. A clan of two." She flicked her claws over his sigil. "I wondered. Grogu explained."

Mando glared at the kid- Grogu. "Don't tell her all my secrets."

Grogu cooed. Baast cuddled him and smiled slyly. By that look, he was pretty sure it was too late for his secrets.

He turned to go, heading back the way he'd come. It would take hours to return to the Razor Crest, and it was already getting dark. 

***

They didn't make it back to the ship before nightfall, but he found a hollow tree in which to spend the dark hours. Creeper vines had choked the life out of the behemoth, leaving them in a cage of vines and dry, dead bark with a wealth of firewood to choose from. 

The fire burned brightly, drafting well, casting shadows across Baast's face and keeping the larger predators at bay. She slept curled around Grogu, lips gently parted. The air had finally cooled at sundown, but now he could see the shivers and goosebumps developing on her flesh. 

Slowly, he leaned forward to remove the cape from his back. Then, just as quietly, he rose, rounded the fire, and draped it over her and Grogu. She stirred but didn't wake, and Din returned to his watch on the far side of the fire.

A Zentari. He could scarce believe it.

She was a myth made flesh—a beautiful dream. Once, when Mandalore still followed the old ways, Zentarus was where many warriors sought their mates, their most cherished riduur. 

A Zentari was always fast and strong and incredibly rare. They grew quickly but aged slowly, their years stretching out into eternity, some said. Fine in face and form, when they met their match, they bonded, taking on traits of the other and giving a few as well. 

A Mandalorian could live a very long time with a Zentari mate. 

But most Mandalorians came home empty-handed as a bond with a Zentari could not be forced, but those who the stars smiled upon, those most blessed with a cherished mate, bonded in ways that grew legends. It was said their children were the most incredible of warriors.

Baast'mal was everything he imagined when told stories of Zentari as a child new to the Tribe. It didn't hurt that she was the most mesh'la female he'd ever seen. Fast. Strong. Deadly. He wondered at what the Empire had done to her, how they could force the blood bonds on Sand Panthers and Manka cats, and just what other mutations they'd caused.

He also wondered at her Force sensitivity. What she felt or even what she could do had not been discussed, but Mando knew there was more to her than he had yet discovered. 

But it was the ache in him, the growing need to once again touch her skin that concerned him. 

It was primal. Feral. It clawed at him. It had him itching to be closer - much closer - to her. He wanted to show her his face and hope she found him as pleasing as he did her. 

Din had nothing to go by in comparison. He'd seen his reflection before, of course, but he had no way of knowing if a woman would think him handsome. He'd had encounters before, ones in which everyone walked away satisfied, some paid for, others freely offered, but the helmet and the beskar never came off.

With her, he wanted to be bare, stripped off all trappings. Din wanted to feel his naked skin against hers. He wanted to taste it.

"You are a very loud thinker," she mumbled, bright eyes glowing softly beyond the fire. 

Mortification filled him. "I'm sorry, I-"

"I do not know your thoughts, Mando," she clarified, "just feel a gentle buzzing from the beskar. It restricts what I pick up from you."

Relief almost had him sagging. Baast closed her eyes, but he was loath to let the conversation end. 

"How old are you?" She looked young, maybe twenty-five.

Her brow twitched, amusement in her smile. "It is rude to ask."

"I wondered how long the Empire had you," he explained. 

Shadows darkened her eyes. "Forty years."

"But they've only been around for thirty," he frowned.

She gave a hollow laugh and sat up. "They have been around much, much longer. I remember the day they came for us. They slaughtered all who fought, men and women. Every child they could catch was rounded up and taken away." She looked away, down at dark claws. "I was the only Zentari to survive the experiments."

"I'm sorry." He was. "I know what it's like to lose everything."

She tilted her head. "You were a foundling."

It wasn't a question, and Din didn't answer her.

"They began experimenting with my blood almost immediately. I was ten when they bound traits of the Manka to me. I was fifteen when they brought in the Panther."

"How? Why?"

Her eyes burned into his. "Because they could." She flexed her fingers. "Because they are depraved. Because they are monsters, who turn others into abominations."

"You're not."

She looked at him in surprise.

Din shifted until he stood and made his way around to her side, where he offered his hand. Baast took it and joined him in the shadows as he led her a few steps away from Grogu. He stripped his gloves from his hands, the need to touch her no longer under his control.

Slowly, he reached up to caress her cheek. He pushed her hair back, revealing the pointed tip of her ear. Her eyes gleamed from behind heavy lids when he stroked his fingers down her tricep and finally cupped her elbow.

He closed his opposite hand around her nape; his thumb pressed to her spiking pulse. "You are no monster."

"My blood is sullied."

"Perhaps. But you remain unbroken," he murmured. "You lived. You escaped. Mesh'la, you are a beacon of shining hope to my Tribe. If there is one Zentari, perhaps there are others."

She closed her eyes. "There is not."

"How do you know?"

A tear trickled down her cheek. "I felt the last die three years ago. It was what gave me the strength to escape."

"Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore," he murmured, rubbing his thumb on her pulse.

"Pressure makes gems; ease makes decay?" A small smile twitched her lips. "Am I a gem, Mando?"

"No." 

She arched an amused brow.

"You are something more precious than any gem," he murmured.

Colour dusted her cheeks. "A Mandalorian who has a way with words? I truly have seen it all," she teased.

He sighed and made sure it echoed through the modulator. "Get some rest." He attempted to move away, but she grabbed him by the belt.

"Stay."

"Baast?"

"Stay." She took his hand, led him closer to Grogu, encouraged him to sit against a fallen chunk of tree, and then curled up beside him, tucking herself under his arm.

"The beskar is too hard," he worried.

"No harder than a prison cell, and you are much warmer. I have not known the comfort of another since I was seven," she admitted.

He sighed again but gave in, curling his arm around her.

"Thank you for your cape."

"Hm."

Her chuckle was more of a low purr. When it rippled through him, Din swore he felt something inside him purr back.

Next Chapter

#Star-Crossed #mandalorian #Mandalorian fanfiction

[eryiss]

Ship: Freed x Laxus

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Fruity

Summary: Being personal security for the president, Laxus always had to be alert, particularly in a foreign country. This would be fine, if it weren't for the beautiful waiter who kept catching his eye at every moment.

Notes: This is for day five of Fraxus Week 2021. As normal, check out @fuckyeahfraxus for more content.

Links: Event Masterlist ||| Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction

From the Fields of Italy

Year: 1922

Location: Rome, Italy

Dissasosaition was a key part of Laxus' job. Being a member of the President's personal security team meant he was privy to multiple private and politically significant conversations. Debates, arguments, and compromises would be made in front of him, and he would learn things that a man of his station had no right knowing. Another man might have taken the opportunity to eavesdrop, but Laxus cared little for that. His entire focus was to be on protecting his charge, and as such the politics were unimportant.

Particularly when the dick seemed to stand against everything Laxus cared about.

It had become necessary to learn to focus on other things. Counting the bricks on a nearby building, watching as people passed by, and sometimes going so far as to make up little rhymes and brain teasers in his head. It all allowed him to drown out the bullshit the president was talking about, and better do his job.

Of course, he did focus. Anyone approaching the president was immediately a danger, and Laxus had to watch every move they made, particularly when they were out of country. When Laxus had been told that the president would be undergoing a European tour to better connect with the other countries now that the war was long over, he had known it would be difficult. Anyone might take issue with the president's international opinions, and as such Laxus needed to be wary of everyone near him.

This would have been acceptable – it was his job, after all – but an issue had arisen. The waiter.

The beautiful waiter

Even thinking of the man as beautiful was unprofessional. Laxus was there to do a job, not indulge in his own interests. It was why he'd been consistently given small rooms, cheap and uncomfortable seats in the flight, and little to no respect from his employers. He was there to do a job, not to enjoy himself.

But there was something about the man that was alluring. He was of a good height, with slighter features than Laxus' own but strong in his own sense. His skin had the slight tan that came with the European sun, and a single mark below his eye was the only break from perfect symmetry. His long hair swished down his back in long, silky strands, and Laxus had found himself wondering what it would feel like to run his hand through.

The man was serving the president, who didn't give him a second glance. He brought water, food, and cutlery without making his presence known, and yet Laxus was transfixed. He was quietly elegant in his movements, walking with the slightest sway and it felt like he was dancing around the room with each step.

How was nobody else being affected by this?

Maybe they were, and just hid it. That's what Laxus was forced to do. He stood as part of a circle of six, allowing the president to eat safely in the public restaurant. No doubt the people around them posed no actual threat; even if the stop in the restaurant looked impromptu, it had been planned months in advance and no doubt all the people had booked upon hearing it, and had been checked over time and time again. It was all for show; just a gentle reminder that, although the Italian people might not be pleased about the president's actions during the war, they couldn't do anything about it. They needed to look stone faced and intimidating.

The waiter wasn't at all intimidated. He was completely uncaring towards the fact the president was before him, and instead acted as though he was any other customer. He'd even asked the president a question directly, and was unblinking at the glare he was given for his rudeness.

Watching the man was like watching a show. Laxus just didn't know how it would end.

By the time, the main course had been brought out, Laxus had regained his focus. He was there to protect the man sitting and eating, not to be quietly fascinated by the man who was bringing him his food. Laxus got passing fancies on men often, it was natural given his inclination for men and the inability to actually follow through on anything because of his duties. This was no more than seeing a man he would like to dance with at a club. The waiter just had the unfamiliar addition of not being American, and therefore felt somewhat exotic.

He'd told himself that, and convinced himself it was true, until the desserts were brought out. The waiter placed them before the president and his party and, just as he turned to return to the kitchen, he looked to Laxus and smiled.

Laxus felt like he'd been struck.

No smile had affected him, not in any way. Laxus was hardly a romantic person, and the idea that someone might smile at you and turn your world around was overly sweetened crap written in books to appeal to lonely people. But as the waiter looked at him for just the smallest of moments, hair falling across his face slightly as his white teeth split apart, he felt nauseous and ignited all at once. He couldn't think of any other way to describe it.

The man went back to the kitchen, and Laxus knew his stance had wavered and his concentration gone. For a moment he stood in a gaping silence, wanting to both flee the scene and to storm into the kitchen to demand an explanation for what had happened. Instead, he caught the eye of his commander, who glared him back to attention.

He just had to ignore the waiter. Push him to the back of his mind, and within the hour he'd be gone.

---

"What are you eating?"

The words were a silky-smooth sensation, and deeply Italian. Laxus took a moment to realise that he was being addressed, and turned with the smallest of frowns to see who had spoken to him. He was alone, and he certainly didn't know anyone who spoke in such a chocolatey accent. Nobody on his team had even half the rumbling baritone, and he found himself wondering who that voice would belong to.

When he turned and saw the waiter, he froze.

How was the man here? It was the evening now, and Laxus was nowhere near the restaurant the waiter worked at. He was somewhere tucked away, not in the tourist areas of the city but not exactly near the residential areas. He supposed this was where a pretentious man might call the 'Real Italy.' Did the man live here?

Before he could fall into questions, he realised what the waiter had asked. He looked down to the chalky lettuce and cheese sandwich he'd been given for his evening meal, then back to the man who was frowning at him.

"A sandwich," Laxus said, because what else could he say.

"A sandwich," The waiter parroted.

"Yes."

"You realise that you're insulting everyone from my country by eating that here, don't you?"

"If you wanna take it up with my commander, feel free."

"You could not buy something more respectable?"

"Not allowed to carry money around."

Why was he talking with the man? Well, he knew at least in part it was because he had been truly spellbound by the man, and the revelation of his incredible voice had only further added to the man's majesty. Laxus was not one to shy away from strong emotions – not that he felt them often – and he wasn't going to cower now that an opportunity had presented itself to him. But why were they talking about his dinner?

The man, in the dimming sun, looked radiant. He still wore the uniform of the restaurant, but his hair hung loose now, and he seemed more relaxed. Now, without the need to watch his charge, Laxus could see the sharp cut of the man's jaw and the deceptive fragility of his skin. He truly was beautiful.

"That is ridiculous, and certainly not acceptable," The waiter sounded affronted. "Come."

Laxus processed the demand a moment later, and found himself following him before he could think. Both survival instincts and training deemed this a stupid idea – he was following a total stranger through an unfamiliar city – and yet he did it anyway. The man had authority, and Laxus had been attracted by it.

"I would have thought you'd be looking after that repulsive man you deemed fit to lead you," The waiter commented when Laxus was in step with him. So he had remembered Laxus then; he hadn't been sure.

"Night off," Laxus shrugged. "And I don't think he's fit to lead. But the vote said that he was."

"And yet you still serve him?"

"It's a living."

"Hardly seems like living when you're leaning against a building eating bread and cheese because of your commander while in a cultural monolith known for its delicacies," The man hummed aloud, turning a corner, and increasing his pace. "In my mind, that it more a way to get money than a way to live."

"It is what it is."

"Your employer ate at a lavish restaurant, had four courses and larger servings than normal," The man shrugged. "It was expensive. The money could have been diverted from him to you."

"That's not how it works."

The waiter didn't say anything after that. He kept walking, and Laxus kept following.

Eventually, an open-air marketplace appeared, and the waiter walked directly towards it. Laxus kept in pace, allowing himself to be guided through the vendors who shouted for their attention and custom. Laxus' Italian was bad at best, and so the shouting merged into a mess of unfamiliar slang, and so he let the waiter take the lead completely. He spoke to vendors, passers-by, and did so with beautifully fluent Italian. Logically Laxus knew that would be the case – the man was Italian for god's sake – but it was beautiful to hear.

Quickly, they were at the other end of the market, and the waiter had accrued a hamper of food and a bottle of wine. He'd paid for it all himself and, as their conversation hadn't continued, Laxus found himself wondering where his place in the situation was. Still, he followed.

"Sit," The waiter said again, motioning to a small stone wall overlooking a stream.

"You're demanding," Laxus commented, but he did sit.

"And you work a job where you follow orders of a man you don't like, so I suspect it won't bother you," The waiter sat on the wall also, and placed the hamper between them. "My name is Freed. What's yours?"

"Laxus."

"It's strong," Freed commented, unwrapping some of the food from the hamper. He made a gesture towards the food as he uncorked the wine. "Eat."

"What?"

"Eat."

Laxus looked down to the hamper of food. It was filled mainly with fresh and colourful looking fruit, but also wrapped packets of cheese, biscuits and two small pastries. He hesitated for a moment, and glanced up towards Freed. The man was looking at him with a peculiar mix of intensity and patience, and Laxus felt himself flushing slightly as he reached into the hamper and tentatively picked up a strawberry. Freed waited patiently, watching Laxus as he slowly brought the strawberry to his lips and bit into it.

Well, he certainly didn't expect it to taste quite so… vibrant.

Apparently, his expression must have betrayed his shock, as Freed laughed openly. Laxus wanted to glare, but instead found himself hypnotised as Freed lifted the opened wine to his lips and drank straight from the bottle. Good god, did the man know what he was doing to Laxus?

"You must have travelled a lot over the past few weeks," Freed stated, reaching into the hamper, and pulling out the wrapped cheese. He pulled out a chunk of it, crumbled it and placed it onto a cracker. He then picked up a single grape, placed it atop the cheese and ate it. Laxus found himself following the movement of his neck as Freed swallowed.

"Suppose so," Laxus nodded.

"Anywhere particularly interesting to you?"

"Not really," Laxus replied. He hesitated for a moment, then looked down to the hamper of food and pulled out an apple. He bit into it before he could second-guess himself. "It's my second night off since we landed, and the first night was at a docking town so hardly beautiful."

"Good," Freed commented. "Rome will look rather good in comparison then."

"So far, yeah."

"Perhaps one day you will return as a tourist?"

"Doubt it, can't afford it."

"Shame," Freed hummed, looking towards Laxus with the same beautiful smile that sent a flicker through Laxus' spine. "You should make the most of your night here."

"Suppose I should."

They were quiet, and Laxus could feel Freed's eyes roaming over him unapologetically. Laxus didn't do anything to stop it, and instead took a bite of his apple and allowed the man's eyes to wander. He might have tensed his bicep when he knew Freed was looking at his arms, and Freed laughed but made no complaint.

He looked beautiful when he laughed and Laxus wondered how he could get better. He was quickly answered because what Freed did made him radiant.

It was nothing, really. He simply had taken one of the large peaches that he'd brought and bit into it. That was hardly anything, and yet it made Laxus' stomach churn. The way the mans eyes closed, the way his teeth closed around the fruit, the way the juice seemed to intentionally drip down his throat, coating it in an indescribable sheen of fruit-flavoured droplets that reflected the flickering lights surrounding them.

When Freed's eyes opened again, he looked directly to Laxus. He paused for a moment, eyes scanning Laxus' face, before he grinned a little. It was a private sight, and Laxus found himself copying the expression.

"As I said," Freed spoke again, voice quieter. "Make the most of it while you're here."

Laxus didn't need to be told twice. He leant forward and pressed their lips together, the tantalising taste of fruit and cheese melding as they leant into one another. Laxus did what he'd wanted to do the moment he saw Freed, and wrapped a hand deep into his hair, and slowly began to stroke it as he leant into the man. Freed groaned slightly, tilting his chin, and kissing him deeper.

He didn't care that someone might see him, it didn't matter. He was in an unknown city from a foreign country where nobody knew him, and he would indulge himself. He would take what he wanted, and delight in the company of this beautiful man and take whatever he would be given.

He deserved this, and if nothing else, he would always have the memory of kissing the enchantingly handsome man. An untainted memory for him to cherish.

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