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you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc

five. songbird

content (for this chapter): family feels (a lot), implication of cheating (in previous relationship), references to a past bad relationships, parenting, benny is their honorary child actually, talks of pregnancy and fertiliy, self-doubt, some suggestive language

word count: 5.2k

a/n: this chapter is a little shorter than the previous ones, with more, kind of quicker scenes, but i really wanted it to be out there before i start exams because i don’t know how soon i’ll manage to write the next one. i love my silly little family

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“Well, Camila’s crying so I’ll have to keep it brief or I might start doing the same. My brother and Pope said a lot about you, but they forgot the most important part: your heart. Your big, wonderful heart that had space for all of us, for Alba, for all our shitty baggage. Sorry, I know, I’m sorry, I just–I think we take it for granted sometimes, how much you’ve done for us, too. Not just by loving Frankie the way you do, but by being there for us–for me. You took care of my bruises when we’d only just met, you spent nights awake on your couch just listening to my complaints even though you had work in the morning, you overfed me on multiple occasions, and–I warned you I was going to cry. Alright, Cami, you–I love you, thank you for everything, but mainly for being you and taking care of us when you really, really didn’t have to. And Fish–Frankie, thank you, too. Yes, because you brought Camila into our lives, but also for you. You were the first of us to make it out, to get your shit together–sorry, again, I’m sorry–what I’m trying to say is you made me realize love was still a possibility for people like us, that we could have a new life, if we put in the work. I’m grateful for that, and I’m grateful for you–both of you. Now, maybe we should go back to some of those stories Pope was mentioning–”

The Sunday morning crowd made the café feel smaller, a little more chaotic than they were used to, and Frankie did not lose sight of Camila as she gathered their orders while he sat at the small table with Alba–the same table they always sat at, from that first morning still hungover. The people there had started to recognise them, smile at them, linger in small-talk, so it wasn’t all that odd one or the other would be held back for a few moments.

But Frankie noticed the tight line of Camila’s shoulders, the guy in front of her wrapping his arms in a quick hug–she seemed to try to reciprocate, but her arms were stiff at her sides, back pinched together. He frowned, while Camila nodded and responded to whatever it was the other guy had told her, and her gaze flickered towards him and Alba, a tight-lipped smile in their directions even with her eyes a little wider–it took him everything in him to not get up and reach for them both, especially when the guy’s eyes moved from him to the child and back, eyebrows slightly arched, and back further to Camila.

The talk was cut short by a blonde woman pushing a stroller and simultaneously holding a second child on her hip. Camila’s posture went even more rigid, though her gaze softened at the two kids, and with a quick movement of her head she gathered the small tray and walked away, a goodbye thrown over her shoulder as she made a beeline towards the table.

When she returned to the table, sitting between Frankie and Alba, she exhaled heavily and reached for one of the fuming cups of coffee–he bumped his knee with hers, making her glance up with a worried gaze. He frowned again.

“You okay?” he asked, soft enough that some tension left her but not so much so she couldn’t hear him from above the noise.

“Yeah–yes, of course,” she tried and failed to plaster on a smile, another sigh escaping her afterwards as she sagged in her seat. Frankie placed his hand on the table, palm up, and she immediately let her own fall into his, picking it up to bring it up to her face. She brushed her lips to his knuckles in a quick kiss, and he leaned in closer.

“You can talk to me, baby. What is it?” he reassured softly, and this time her smile was true though softer, pushing her cheek against the back of his hand and looking up at him. She cleared her throat then, taking a slow breath in.

“That was Jason,” Frankie looked back towards the man, then at Camila again. “Yes, that Jason,” she added before he could ask. “The very same.”

The same guy who’d broken up with her after a decade because he was bored; the same guy that didn’t like when he could hear her–in their everyday life, or in the bedroom, the reason why she had started singing a little louder, had stopped holding back; the same guy that, despite the years, had still an influence on her sorrys and her fears, although less so now. The same guy who had told her he didn’t want a family, but now pushed a stroller out of the café.

“With a kid?” was the first thing he could ask, baffled.

“With two kids,” she replied, bringing the cup up to her face. “And a wife. Of almost three years, give or take,” she added before taking a sip, flinching at the warmth of the drink.

“Of–wait, what?” he frowned again, glancing over his shoulder as if he could still see them.

“The first kid, too–he’s around Alba’s age, little older maybe,” she smiled at the kid that waved her hands at the mention of her name, placing down the cup to give her the other hand.

“Mila,” he called gently, bringing his chair closer.

“I’m fine, honey, I swear, just a little–” she trailed off, then scoffed with a grimace. “It’s not even confused–it’s not like I didn’t know,” she shrugged, turning to look at him with a softer smile, almost to reassure him. “I did not lose anything after he left, only gained. The loss was all before.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said gently, leaning in to rest his chin over her shoulder, their joined hands falling onto her lap. “You can be disappointed–God knows I wouldn’t be if I found out Sophie has a family now.”

“I don’t think I am, though,” she admitted, tilting her head to look down at him still resting against her. “It feels odd, sure, but I don’t think I care,” she brushed her lips to his forehead quickly, then turned to kiss Alba’s hand, pulling a giggle out of her just as she tilted her head against Frankie’s. “I have all I need, Frankie.”

That same night, when Alba was fast asleep and the house was quiet, Frankie reached towards the other side of the bed and found it empty. Still half asleep, he pulled his head up from the pillow and turned to look at the vacant spot, patting it lightly as if to make sure before sitting up.

“Mila?” he called, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He waited for a response a few moments longer before getting up, padding quietly outside the room.

The door to the bathroom was open, lights turned off, and when he looked to the other side he saw Camila sitting on the floor by Alba’s ajar door, her eyes wide as she nibbled her bottom lip, crossed legs bouncing ever so slightly in agitation. Frankie walked up to her quietly, and when she didn’t look up towards him–when she kept staring at the door instead–he kneeled by her side, ignoring his legs protesting at the movement and position.

“Camila, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, reaching to take one of her hands she fidgeted over her lap, picking at her nails. She blinked rapidly at his touch, gaze flickering unfocused for a moment from the door to him before lingering on the tilt of his head.

“Sorry,” she murmured, giving a quick squeeze to his hand. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I was just wondering where you were,” he shifted back slightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure to his knees. “Did something happen with Alba?” he asked then, and Camila shook her head quickly, offering him a tight smile.

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep,” she reassured. Frankie didn’t budge, arching his eyebrows slowly, and she sighed, looking down. “You’re awfully stubborn, Francisco.”

“And you’re sitting in front of our daughter’s bedroom and staring at it as if it’s about to catch on fire,” he retorted, returning her smile a little wider–there was a flicker in her expression he almost missed, a light quiver of her bottom lip and her gaze shifting back towards the room. “Come on, let’s get up.”

She hesitated just a moment longer as Frankie stood up, offering her both his hands, and then let him hoist her up and wrap his arms around her, pulling her up–enough so that when he walked forward and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs dangled just above the ground. She chuckled softly, letting her forehead fall to the curve of his neck.

“You’re gonna strain your back, Frankie,” she murmured, and he scoffed lightly.

“Are you calling me old?” he put her back down at the top of the stairs, hands sliding down her sides and back into her hands as she chuckled again, eyes fluttering open.

“I would never,” she said in mock offense, tipping her chin up. He caught her pouting lips in a quick kiss before leading her down the stairs, their hands joined behind his back.

He could feel her hesitate every now and then, lingering a step behind and turning her head before he squeezed her hands, encouraging her forward without turning to look at her. She’d done the same for him the times he’d woken up from a nightmare, clinging to her breathlessly until she woke with a startle, shushing him gently and coaxing him up and out of the bedroom, the kettle already on the stove before he fully came to it sitting at the kitchen counter–he did the same now, her eyes following him around as she sat on the counter itself.

The silence that accompanied his presence seemed to be doing part of the work already, her posture relaxing as her legs dangled and rocked slowly–he slotted himself between her knees before placing the fuming cups at her side, the tags of the tea bags wrapped around the handle. When he looked up at her, her eyes had softened, hands searching for him again now that he was within reach.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he hummed the same question she asked him those nights, his hands running up and down her thighs slowly, a soothing motion that had her leaning forward. Frankie kissed her cheek, chaste and delicate, coaxing a quick smile out of her.

She basked in the feeling a moment longer, eyelids shut as she rested her hands over his, palm to knuckles–he hooked his thumbs between her thumb and forefinger, stopping rubbing her legs when she tapped against the back of his hands, exhaling slowly.

“He changed his mind,” she murmured, looking back up at him. Frankie frowned lightly.

“Who?” Camila sighed again, tilting her head back.

“Jason,” his name sounded almost like a groan, and Frankie kept his frown up a moment longer. “Or maybe he didn’t and he just happened to knock her up, the poor girl,” she scoffed, shaking her head lightly. “Or it was just me he didn’t want a family with, which–fine by me, that’s not what bothers me.”

“What is it, then?” drawing small circles over the back of her hand with his thumbs, Frankie brought her gaze back to him, his head slightly tilted, his eyes soft.

“He changed his mind,” she repeated, a worried edge in her voice. “So what if–if Sophie does, too? What if one day she just changes her mind and wants Alba back, and–she’s still her mother, Frankie,” the last sentence was whispered, eyes wide and glossed over. He sighed softly, letting go of her hands with one last squeeze to bring his own at the sides of her face, pulling her closer to kiss her forehead.

“She surrendered parental rights, you know that,” he started, voice gentle–still, Camila scoffed softly, looking down at her hands as she began picking at her nails again. It used to be a sore subject for Frankie, the way Sophie had cut ties so drastically, the I don’t want to have anything to do with either of you–not even for his sake, but for Alba’s, the possibility she might search for her mother one day and have to face the reality of the situation, maybe blame it on him. But not ever since Camila had entered their lives.

“She carried her, still, she–” a shuddering breath caught in her throat and she shook her head again. “Where would that leave me, then?” her voice cracked, cheeks flushed. Frankie picked up one of her hands again, stopping her picking, and bringing it up to his mouth, a delicate kiss to her knuckles.

“You’re her mom, Mila, in all the ways that matter,” with their joined hands, he brushed across her cheek, stopping the few tears that had escaped her. “How about this,” he said then, pushing gently underneath her chin to make her lift her gaze, “we’re going to take the day off work tomorrow, keep Alba home, and go sign some papers. I think it’s about time.”

“What?” it was her time to frown, sniffling slightly as he locked their hands together, fingers intertwined still under her chin.

“We’ve lived together for over a year now, no? That’s enough time,” he said, shrugging a little. He tilted his head when she did, too, as if perplexed, and smiled softly. “You are her mother, Camila. Just because you didn’t carry her doesn’t mean you’re not,” he added, careful to hold her gaze.

“I know,” she sighed, then shook her head again with a soft groan. “God, I know, I know–I just can’t help but think she’s not mine, and that terrifies me.”

“She’s yours just as much as she’s mine,” he let his free hand brush across her cheek and through her hair, pushing the dark locks away from her face and, in doing so, keeping her head upright. “And I meant what I said–we can go tomorrow morning, and it’ll be down on paper, too.”

“What about Alba? If she doesn’t–” Camila sounded a little breathless still.

“Mamá?” Alba sounded just like Frankie when she called her that–the same tilt of the voice, the same accent, too. She stood at the entrance of the kitchen and rubbed her eyes, hair standing on edge from where she’d rested on the pillow while she slept.

“Hi, sweetling,” she wiped her cheeks and eyes quickly, and Frankie helped her off the counter so she could walk up to the child. “What is it? You alright?”

“You weren’t up,” Alba pouted, arms extended towards her as soon as she was within reach. Camila picked her up right away, holding her on her hip–the kid let her head fall on her shoulder, buttheading her chin gently as she settled into the curve of her neck.

“I’m sorry, baby–dad and I were craving something warm,” she said just as softly, gaze flickering towards Frankie–he was holding both their mugs now, his eyebrows arched and that same smile softened furthermore, looking at them with a shimmer in his eyes. “Did something happen?”

“Sueño,” she mumbled, one of her hands wrapped around the collar of Camila’s pajama shirt.

“Buen sueño o mal sueño?” she asked, slowly rubbing her back as she began rocking side by side. Frankie got closer, her gaze lifting up to him, as he focused a moment longer on Alba.

“Bad,” the child said, a clear pout in her voice. Camila brushed her lips to the top of her head, sighing softly.

“How about,” she said, hoisting her up a little over her hip so that the child would look at her, “tonight we protect you in the big bed?” Alba was already nodding, tugging the collar of her shirt as Camila smiled. “Is that what you wanted? To stay with us?”

“Yes,” she nodded again, and Frankie chuckled softly, leaning in to leave a kiss to Alba’s head first, then Camila’s.

“Come on then,” he said, his voice softer than before. “Mama and I can have our drinks upstairs. Do you want anything else?” Alba shook her head, arms winding around Camila’s neck as she cuddled against her once more–Frankie looked at the woman then, still smiling, and gently bumped their hips together. “I think that answers your question,” he added in a whisper, to which Camila sighed.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and Frankie leaned in again to press a gentle kiss against her lips, brief and tender.

“Song,” Alba demanded, tugging Camila’s shirt twice with a tight fist.

“Song?” she asked in return, one last look towards Frankie before she turned for the stairs. The child nodded firmly, making her chuckle. “Of course, baby.”

Frankie lingered a few steps back, watching their heads bent together, dark hair of one and the other blending together as Camila began humming a song soft-voiced–she’d first sang Songbird for Alba to calm her down during a thunderstorm, both of them curled up on the child’s small bed (Camila had then complained about a backache). He’d watched the tears dry up on Alba’s face as the song went on and then started again, Camila’s gentle caresses across her face and head to soothe her furthermore, until she’d fallen asleep in spite of the storm raging on. When she could not sleep, Alba would ask for the song again–Frankie had tried, too, but she’d just started giggling, claiming it was not like mama’s. He couldn’t argue with her.

That night, he stayed awake a while longer, watching them sleep–Alba was curled into Camila’s chest, head notched underneath her chin, still clinging to her shirt. Camila had one arm wrapped around her, keeping her close, and the other extended towards Frankie, fingers hooked into the sleeve of his shirt as if in the process to bring him closer yet.

When sleep crept up to him, he turned to his side, sandwiching the little girl in the middle of them, and wrapped his arm around them both, leaving one last kiss to each of his girls’ heads.

Frankie believed he was seeing double. Maybe triple.

Camila held Alba’s hand tightly in the middle of the airport, while her other arm was wrapped around a woman’s shoulders with such strength he could see the strain in her muscles, head bent towards hers and a light shake in her shoulder, as if she was about to cry.

“Ya, ahora, ¿dónde está mi nieta?” the woman said, a gentle pat to Camila’s back as she pulled away. It was uncanny, really, the way the two looked alike–Camila’s mother hair had more gray, tied in a knot at the nape of her neck, and lines crossed her face, but other than that it seemed like a mirror. And Alba, with her dark curls and big brown eyes, a continuation of the picture. “Hola, muñeca,” Emilia said softly, the words almost lost in the chaos of the place.

Alba clung to Camila’s arm, shuffling to hide behind her leg when the woman bowed to her height, pressing her cheek into the fold of Camila’s skirt. The women chuckled softly, and Camila crouched down next to the child, one arm wrapped around her to keep her close while the other rubbed gently at her chest.

“Don’t you recognise her, nena?” she asked gently, a smile on her reddened face.

“’puter,” Alba said, wide-eyed, shying towards her mother’s touch. Camila's smile widened, holding her close to her side.

“That’s right–you saw her in the computer, that’s my mama,” she nodded, encouragingly.

Video calls with Camila’s mom had been frequent, Frankie shying away more often than not until Emilia demanded to see him, the same scowl on her face that Camila had when something did not go the way she’d planned it. She’d given him the talk over video call, met Alba and Santi, too–they’d celebrated one of Camila’s birthdays with her on the screen, and eventually invited her over for the next one.

They hadn’t seen each other physically in years.

“Mama?” Alba frowned, looking from one to the other. Emilia was smiling, too, her eyes shimmering as she watched the scene play out. “Yaya?” Alba asked then, and Camila scrunched up her nose with a soft laugh.

“Yes, sweetling–your yaya,” she nodded again, dropping the hand that was resting over her chest before tilting her head. “Wanna say hi?”

“Hi,” the child said, wide eyes lifted towards the older woman while she still partially hid behind Camila’s skirt, fist tightened around the folds. Frankie chuckled from his position a few steps behind, shifting forward to rest his hand on top of Alba’s head.

“Cami was the same,” Emilia shook her head softly, looking up at Frankie, grinning almost conspiratorially. “Tímida,” Camila huffed, a pout pulling at her lips as she stood, picking Alba up with her. Her mother arched her eyebrows as if to highlight her point, then stepped forward, opening her arms. “Come here, you.”

Frankie shuffled forward, placing Emilia’s back down carefully before leaning into her embrace–she was quick to pull him down, the hug leaving him slightly breathless in the tight wrap of her arm, one hand patting his back right between his shoulders.

“Gracias, mijo,” she whispered, a kiss to his cheek that reminded him all too much of his mother’s. “Me la has traído de vuelta.”

His breath stuttered, gaze flicking up to Camila’s face–she held Alba against her side, the girl looking up at her face while she looked at them, eyes shimmering and face flushed. Most of all, I missed my mother, whispered in the nights they’d spend talking about the days before.

Before–that’s how their lives were timed now. Before and after them.

Before, Camila had left home for college, to find a job, and had gone back once in 15 years. Before she didn’t miss home, but she did miss her mother, especially those days when she felt particularly alone. Lovely. Left back. Frankie would wish they’d met earlier then, perhaps their lives would’ve been different then, both of them less beat down by it.

“But we wouldn’t have Alba then.”

Alba clung to her, wide-eyed, a crease between her brows that made her look so much like Camila as she looked at her first, then Frankie and Emilia. Emilia, still patting his back with words of gratitude he’d heard before through a screen. You brought her back to me, as in you brought her back to life.

“Come on now, let’s get home,” she said, walking up to them. Emilia mumbled something that sounded vaguely like impaciente, fondness in her voice as she released Frankie and turned around, hooking her arm with Camila’s. At the same time, she reached for her mother’s bag, gently nudging Alba towards her father. “You got her?”

“Yes,” he picked the child up, not wanting to risk the airport crowd. Alba’s arms fastened around his neck, a small pout forming on her face as she watched the other two walk ahead. “What is it, nena?”

“Is mama sad?” the little girl asked, her voice small. It took Frankie everything to not start laughing, the earnestness of her question catching him by surprise. “She’s crying,” she added, a justification of her pondering. He chuckled softly, leaving a quick kiss to her cheek.

“She’s not sad, sweetie–those are happy tears,” he explained softly, and the frown returned to the girl’s face. He reached up to smooth his thumb over the crease, something he’d do with Camila, too, when she focused too much on papers from work. “See, she hasn’t seen her mom in a long time, and now that they’re together again–that makes her happy.”

“Oh,” Alba kept pouting slightly, then tightened her hold on Frankie abruptly, bringing herself close to him. “I wanna keep seeing mama,” she said quickly, clinging to him. Frankie couldn’t help his laughter again, louder this time, to the point Camila looked over her shoulder with a questioning look. He smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, your mama’s not going anywhere.”

The backyard was lively with chatter and soft music, sun setting slow above their guests. Friends from Camila’s work would come and go, old friends from her college days who seemed to adore Frankie stayed longer, chatting mostly with her, or her mother, or Frankie himself, or the boys who, as always, had arrived first and would be the last to leave.

With Alba on her hip, a glass in her other hand, Camila laughed with Will and her whole face brightened up. Frankie smiled, silently walking up to them–Will was the first to notice him, reaching out for Alba and turning her around before she could spoil the surprise, but said nothing otherwise. Not until Frankie shifted forward, wrapping both his arms around Camila and pulling her back against his chest–she squealed and extended her arm as the drink spilled from the glass, letting out a laugh right after as he placed her back down.

“Let’s go bother your uncle Santi,” they heard Will tell Alba, while Camila turned to look up at Frankie. Her face was bright, cheeks flushed with laughter and smile lines etched at the corners of her eyes and mouth.

“Hi,” she hummed, the empty hand falling to his hip while she curled the other over his chest, glass now half-emptied held carefully between them. Frankie leaned in, leaving a quick peck to her mouth.

“Hi, cumpleañera,” she scrunched up her nose, following the slow rocking rhythm he’d set with his arms wrapped around her, fingertips tracing slow lines up and down her spine. “So–your mom just ambushed me.”

Camila’s eyes widened as she leaned into Frankie’s embrace, her head tilted back to look at him–her smile faltered slightly, brows knitting with worry as she mumbled a, “Oh, God.”

“Asking if Alba’s getting a sibling anytime soon,” he went on, slightly amused. Camila groaned softly, her head falling forward against his chest, her eyes screwing shut before the impact–chuckling softly, he wrapped his arms around her tighter, rubbing her back.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled with a light shake of her head. “I asked her not to, but–”

“Baby, it’s alright,” he pressed the words with a kiss to her temple, nudging her head to look back up. Eyes big again, a small pout formed on her lips as she did, and he left another kiss to her forehead before shifting slightly. “Have you ever thought about it?”

“Have you?” she asked tentatively, her voice unbelievably small. Frankie shrugged.

“Few times,” he admitted, and she tilted her head to the side just a little, inquisitive. “Alba’s almost four and–I don’t know, maybe it’d be nice for her to have a sibling. Not now, but maybe eventually.”

“Eventually?” it was her turn to chuckle, while a flush slowly crept up her neck–she looked around at the people around them, celebrating her, the ridiculous pile of birthday presents resting by the growing rosemary plant. “We’re not getting any younger, honey.”

“You calling me old?” she scoffed with a playful push against his chest that did nothing but make him laugh, his grip on her never faltering as he stepped back, bringing her with her and resuming the slow almost-dancing. “Is that what worries you?”

“Maybe,” she nibbled her bottom lip, taking a moment before looking back at him. “My mom had me when she was really young, and I always thought after 30 I just wouldn’t–” she sighed, leaning a little more into him, the hand holding the glass sliding up and past his shoulder, so they were standing chest to chest. He kept caressing her back slowly, tenderly, encouraging. “I did think about it.”

“You never said,” she sighed again.

“You forgot to feed yourself multiple times when we first started going out, Frankie,” he grimaced. “You were so worried for Alba, all the time, I just–I didn’t think you’d want to do that again.”

“Of course I was worried,” one of his hands traveled up her back, resting underneath her hair right between her shoulder blades. “I thought I was gonna have to do everything alone, I was terrified of fucking up.”

“Well, we could still do that,” she pointed out, and Frankie let out another laugh, shaking his head. “We could!” she protested, words cut short by the quick kiss he left on her lips.

“I don’t believe that–and I know you don’t, either,” he spun them around carefully, turning his head to where Alba was, playing with Santi under Will’s careful gaze, her laughter loud and contagious. “Look at her. I think we’re doing a pretty good job.”

“Yeah,” she rested her head against his chest, looking at them a moment longer. Though he couldn’t see it, he heard the soft smile in her next words. “Yes, you’re right.”

“We don’t have to make any decision now, baby,” he murmured, brushing the nape of her neck. “There’s no expiration date.”

“There is, actually,” with her cheek pressed against him, the words came out a little slurred. Frankie scoffed, the low rumble of his laughter bringing her closer, as close as she could get.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he chided, the feeling of her cheek being lifted with her smile widening making him shake his head. “Still, if one day we’d want to, we can try.”

“And if it doesn’t work out?” she didn’t move, her steps getting smaller, the music almost forgotten in favor of simply moving together. Frankie shrugged again, the movement small.

“Then it doesn’t work out,” again he guided her head back so she could meet his gaze. “I love our family as it is, Mila. You and Alba–this is more than I ever thought I’d get. I must’ve won some sort of existence lottery for having found you,” her smile returned, wide and a little trembling at the corners.

Lowering his head, his hand still cupping the nape of her neck, he kissed her tender and slow. Camila relaxed fully in his arms, her body almost limp in his hold as the arm over his shoulder curled around his neck, and he ignored the condensation dripping from the glass down to his shirt, deepening the kiss furthermore, making her lean backwards in a mock dipping motion. She chuckled into it, but didn’t tighten her hold.

She trusted him not to drop her.

“Although,” he mumbled, so close still she could feel the words twisting his lips even after he’d broken the kiss, “I am starting to think of giving it a try. Just now.”

“Now?” she giggled again, the tip of her tongue darting between her lips. He nodded.

“They won’t notice if we’re gone a few minutes, right?” brushing his lips across her cheek, he shifted until he was murmuring in her ear. “Bedroom’s just upstairs. Don’t even need to get you out of this dress.”

“Francisco,” though she was reprimanding him, he could still hear the laughter in her voice. She pulled her head back to look at him, cheeks red, and he grinned. “Behave,” she scolded.

“It was worth a try,” he shrugged, and her laughter returned more vibrant than before, head tilting back as he straightened them both. “Come on, Benny’s dying to give you his present–I haven’t seen him this excited in ages.”

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He'll Never Be Prince Charming (2/?)

(aesthetic by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, yeah, that's me. do NOT steal this!)

Harry Potter/Wizarding World x DC

Pairing: Klarion Bleak x Fem!Reader, Lilith Bleak (OC) x Fem!Reader

CW: romance, past breakups, use of she/her, language, shitty attempt at angst, author attempted to not use y/n and i think i succeeded but who knows, klarion & lilith are being lil bitches who doesn't know how to romance, playing with feelings, wizarding relations are really weird, toxic relationships probably, pining, i think that's it but if there's more tell me!

Summary: Reader is an exchange student. She's a witch, but not the kind that hogwarts is used to. She uses pentagrams and incantations instead of wands and spells. She uses poisons and candles rather than potions and charms. She practices moonlit summonings instead of defense against the dark arts. So what happens when not one, but two lords of chaos appear in the middle of the great hall, both claiming to be her lover? (this is part two of a multi-part series, so look out for a pt 3!)

SONG: Devil Doesn't Bargain by Alec Benjamin

A/N: I'm sorry if I offended anyone! I just tried to portray traditional-ish(?) witchcraft in the way that I've kinda seen it portrayed in fiction. Please don't take this seriously, this is a work of fiction and isn't meant to portray witchcraft seriously.

HOW TO READ: Each set of lyrics is kinda like a divider! each section of words/blurb between the lyrics are their own moment, and this particular piece has multiple little moments. Definitely timeskips. You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics

Previously...

"Klarion and Lilith Bleak get your asses down here right now!"

The two stopped arguing and grinned. With a pop they appeared in front of her, smiling like kids in a candy shop. One had a lovesick expression, the other had a flirtatious smirk.

"Hello, love."

I'm not one to lecture Talk down to a friend I don't mean to pressure Mean to condescend

She rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, frowing.

"We're here to settle a little...disagreement of sorts between us." The female, Lilith, stretched her mouth into a cheshire cat smile.

"Oh really? And what is this disagreement?"

"Your heart, my love," the male, Klarion, replied.

She facepalmed. Noodle hissed at them both. The cat, Teekl, and the Raven, Deirdre, hissed right back. That was when the teachers *cough*umbitch*cough* decided to butt in.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Umbridge shrieked.

"This? Well, 'this' is used to identify a specific person or thing close at hand or being indicated or experienced. It can also be used to refer to a specific thing or situation just mentioned," Lilith said, cackling.

Klarion just rolled his eyes.

"Nobody likes a smart assault, Lily."

She sighed.

"It's smart-ass, Witch Boy."

"Whatever you say, my love." Lilith glared at her twin.

"Who said she's yours?"

"ENOUGH!" Umbridge screeched. "Who are you and why have you tresspassed onto these grounds?!"

The duo glared at Umbridge.

"You don't know us? How rude," Klarion said.

"Yeah, you'd think a magic user would know us," Lilith added. "Even if it's baby magic."

She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Professor, this is Klarion the Witch Boy and Lilith the Witch Girl."

"Lords of Chaos, at your disservice!" The two said in unison. Umbridge's nostrils flared.

"I demand you get off this property at once!"

"Uh uh uh! We still need to settle our agreement!" Klarion exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Lilith turned her attention towards her. "So? Which of us do you love? Klari or me?"

"It's obviously me," Klarion said, scoffing at his twin's attempts.

"Puh-LEASE, you have zero game."

"Excuse you?!" He glared at his sister.

"Klarion, Lilith-" She pursed her lips at the chaotic twins. Umbridge decided she had had enough.

"So you're the cause of this!" Umbridge exclaimed triumphantly.

"Wha-You think I can control two people who are literally the embodiments of chaos?" She turned her attention to Lilith and Klarion. "Look, the two of you better get out of here."

"Wha-" Klarion cut his twin off.

"Do you want her to get into more trouble, Lily?" The female huffed and the two (along with their familiars) disappeared in a burst of red dust.

And the whole school was staring at the red-faced witch.

But I just want what's best for You in the end I know you don't want to let go

"So who are they?"

The whole school seemed to want to know the answer to that question.

Klarion and Lilith Bleak were twins. A chaotic duo, spreading destruction and mischief wherever they went. At times, they seemed like complete opposites. Lilith was the more mature one out of the two, sarcastic and flirtatous. Klarion was childish and disruptive, constantly bothering everybody he met. But when the two decided to cause trouble together, they showed the world exactly why they were twins.

Klarion "worked" for the Light, an organization that constantly plagued the JLA and the covert team. Since she dabbled in almost every corner of witchcraft, she met with the junior league on a normal basis to fix their magical maladies. Lilith, however, preferred to stay untethered to anything, wreaking havoc on either side depending on who she felt like helping.

"They're lords of chaos. Both have been around since the beginning of time and both are eternally confusing. But I can't exactly get rid of them, since they're immortal and a lot more powerful than I am," she finished.

"Was that cat and that raven their familiars?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah."

Harry grinned at her.

"So two of the most chaotic, powerful magic beings in the universe have a crush on you."

She groaned.

"Shut up, Potter."

A group of girls passed them, and shot her terrified looks.

"The whole school thinks you summon demons on a normal basis," Ron said.

"I mean, I've done it before but I'd never summon those two. I see enough of them as it is." The trio laughed, and they pushed open the door to potions.

And just like before I can see that you're sure You can change him but I know you won't

"Hey! Demon-girl!"

She groaned at the nickname and turned around in her seat.

"The hell do you want?" She grumbled.

"What was that in the Great Hall? Did you summon them?" He asked. She just scoffed in response.

"Trust me, I would never summon those two."

A malevolent purple mist appeared next to her. It cleared to reveal the same girl from the Hall.

"Never? I think never's a bit too long, sweetheart."

Lilith Bleak had infiltrated Hogwarts. Again.

She sighed.

"What do you want, demon?" Lilith frowned.

"Demon? You and I know full well I'm way more powerful than just a pitiful demon," she scoffed.

She sighed.

"Whatever, but Lilith, you need to leave." The lord of chaos pouted at this.

"Leave? But I just got here!"

"Do you want me to get into trouble?" Lilith huffed.

"Fine, I'll leave. But I'm leaving Deirdre with you."

Her eyes widened.

"Lilith...what if you get attacked and she's not with you?"

She regretted saying that as soon as a smirk appeared on the other woman's face.

"Aww, looks like somebody does care!"

She rolled her eyes, then shooed her away.

"Go perish."

"Anything for you, sweetheart!"

And she vanished in a puff of purple smoke.

She faced forward, only for Professor Snape to glare at her.

"Detention."

"What? But it's not even my fault! They just appear and I can't do anything about it!"

He frowned, but turned back to the board.

"If they disrupt the class again I will have to give you detention and take away house points. No matter whose fault it is."

She groaned. Deirdre cawed out a laugh.

"Oh shut up you stupid bird."

The devil doesn't bargain He'll only break your heart again It isn't worth it, darling He's never gonna change

The same blond boy sat next to her during Transfiguration.

"You never answered my question"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you want to know?" He shrugged.

"I'm just curious."

"They're lords of chaos. Uncontrollable, destructive chaos. Over a trillion years old and freakishly annoying."

He scoffed.

"I've never heard of such a thing."

"That's 'cause you people practice baby magic."

"Baby magic?" He asked incredulously. She nodded.

"Real witches don't need wands or spells. Incantations work better and summoning demons or fae are superior to wandwork."

"So you do summon demons," he sneered.

"They're not all evil, if that's what you think." He just sent her a dark look and moved to another seat. Harry took his place.

"Malfoy bothering you?" She shook her head.

"Nah. Just being a nosy prick."

Deirdre cawed loudly, and she rolled her eyes.

"Go away, you lousy bird." The raven looked at her with utter contempt, and vanished with a poof of lavender smoke.

He'll never be Prince Charming He'll only do you harm again I don't mean to meddle But the devil doesn't settle

Elsewhere...

"Wha-Deirdre!" Lilith glared at her familiar. "You were supposed to look after her!"

The raven just cawed in response.

What am I, your servant?

"No, but you should be looking out for her anyway."

Creepy laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Ugh! Go away, Klair!"

The male witch laughed.

"She liked you, y'know." Lilith whirled around.

"What?!"

"Yeah. A couple years ago. When you hated the Justice Babies because they killed Amaranth." Lilith smiled.

"Ha! I told you she-"

"Liked, Lily. Past tense. Her feelings are gone now." Klarion grinned while his twin looked enraged. "She won't love you again."

No, the devil doesn't bargain

#klarion the witch boy #klarion bleak #klarion x reader #klarion the witch boy x reader #lilith bleak #lilith the witch girl #lilith x reader #hogwarts #hogwarts x reader #harry potter x yj #harry potter x dc #harry potter x reader #ryn writes songfics

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miniwolfie · 1 year

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Author's Note: This is actually my cousin and I if she was dating Rin and I was dating Kaiser. English is not my first language.

c/n = cousin's name, y/n = your name

words = 2.5k

I actually don't know anything about france or paris, never been there, so if something doesn't make sense or is a bit stereotypical just chalk it up to: it's a fanfic

contains: a little swearing and being lost in paris

Rin and Kaiser together were... interesting, to say the least.

They never really talked, only said hi sometimes, even if they are both soccer players. They have seen each other multiple times, they were by no means strangers, but the thing that really brought them together, was funnily enough, another trip to some foreign country.

Ok, it wasn't just some foreign country. It was France and specifically Paris. They have been there multiple times with their teams for soccer games, but never really explored the capital other than the shitty tours by shitty tour guides who were just after their money.

This was their first time traveling as a group, specifically with their loved ones.

Still find it strange how they ended up together? Well, Rin and Kaiser haven't seen each other only in professional terms.

Their partners are cousins. And to top it of, best friends.

c/n and y/n. The second one is me, hello world! I'm Kaisers girlfriend, how he managed to bag a 10 like me is still a mystery to this day.

Actually it's no mystery at all. He is blonde, tall, the sweetest eye candy I've ever seen and makes at least 2 million a year. You think I'm letting him go after I see that bank account?

As for c/n, how she managed to get with Rin, now THAT is a mystery, and a story for another time.

Where was I? Oh yeah, when c/n and I were spending time together and our boyfriends had to see each other, they only exchanged smiles and hellos. Sure, there were some times where even those didn't exist, but they could survive next to each other.

Truth be told I am a 100% certain they only did it so we wouldn't be sad. And that's adorable, but moving on!

So Paris. I remember c/n kept bugging Rin about how she really wanted to go there so she could be a "French girl" and get those "coquette hats". She even tried to learn French for a little while, but that didn't last. When she learnt that the word egg in French is eof, which is pronounced oof, she laughed so hard the whole house could hear her. Problem was, it was 3 am, the night before a big game for Rin. She then proceeded to go on roblox, try to be a "French girl" but she got banned for bullying.

French was out the window after that one, Rin needed to actually buy her a phone after she threw it out the window, but her dream of going to France wasn't.

As she kept talking about going to France day after day, weeks on end, I started wanting it too. I like to travel, but because of work I couldn't really spontaneously do so. Kaiser tried to comfort me, and by that I mean laugh and make fun of France saying "You don't have me in France" and "France is just a downgrade of Germany", but after he said "I've been there multiple times, it's nothing special." I snapped. Well not really, I didn't start yelling or throwing things around, that would have been a waste of money no matter how much we have of it, but I laid my head on the counter and said "I wouldn't know, I've never really been anywhere."

Kaiser proceeded to buy tickets for a flight due in twelve hours.

When he told me, I immediately called c/n and told her about it. Rin overheard and said he would buy tickets for the next flight, which was in two days. C/n convinced him to buy tickets for the flight in twelve hours, and by convince I mean started crying and saying how unfair it was that I would be in France for two days longer than her.

Those twelve hours were easily one of the most stressful moments in my life. I remember packing a suitcase and having Kaiser say "You know I'm rich enough to buy you a whole house in France right? I'll buy everything we're missing there." to which I threw him one of my dirtiest looks and replied "that is a waste of money."

Kaiser and Rin had travelled enough to know what they actually needed, so it wasn't difficult for them to pack a suitcase. C/n on the other hand was so unable to pack a suitcase on her own that Rin had to pack one for her. He still had to buy her a toothbrush though, mostly because she wanted to wake up and feel "the taste of France" when brushing her teeth.

Safe to say Rin was not impressed.

After boarding the flight and lecturing Kaiser about how much of a bad idea this actually was, the flight wasn't bad. Kaiser kept smirking at me and telling me "I know you are secretly happy so your welcome" and Rin was organising a plan so we could make the most of the trip. C/n kept talking to random strangers, so the flight was fairly normal.

Of course I was ecstatic about going to France, even if I didn't outright admit it. Lord only knows how much Kaiser would have rubbed it in my face.

But anyway, when we reached France it was around 2 am. Safe to say I was dead tired, since there was a baby on board who wouldn't stop screaming. Kaiser was ready to murder the thing, but instead chose to give me his headphones and rub circles in my hand, which was oddly sweet and almost put me to sleep. Didn't work though since we were actually mere minutes before landing.

Rin had called one of the hotels their teams used when they were playing in France, and the owner was ecstatic to meet the partners of two world class players. I'm sure it wasn't too charming of us to walk in tired and delirious from lack of sleep, but hey, the beds were very comfortable and I slept like a log.

The next day rolls and I still had no idea what we would be doing. When I asked Kaiser how long he had intended the trip to be he just shrugged and said "Tired already? I told you France was boring." to which I didn't reply. He knew very well that the reason I was tired was because he found it to be an excellent idea to book literally the next flight.

But alas we went down to breakfast, found Rin and c/n eating and started talking about it. More so Rin and I because Kaiser and c/n were more interested in the food and actually gaining energy for the day.

Rin told me a week would be ideal. It wasn't too long but definitely not short either. He asked me what I was feeling up to and how much energy I could actually spend the first day, since rin and I's energy levels were the key factor in the first day. Kaiser and c/n were very capable of doing whatever we were feeling up to so I just told him we could walk around and shop, nothing too crazy.

In that moment I underestimated two things. C/n and myself.

Like I said, Rin and Kaiser had travelled quite a lot, meaning being in a foreign country was nothing new to them. C/n on the other hand had never been anywhere else, meaning her excitement levels were off the charts.

Paris was always full of people no matter the time of the day, especially around the shop areas. So when she saw something she deemed "coquette" she pulled me and ran in there so fast we lost both of our boyfriends.

Under normal circumstances that wouldn't have been a problem. C/n and I often separated from the group, but we could always call or run into them a while later.

This was not the case now. When c/n had had enough of that shop, I went to grab my phone from my bag so I could call Kaiser or Rin. Instead I found nothing but air and came to the horrible conclusion that Kaiser had my bag safely tucked on his shoulder. Once I calmed my nerves I looked over at c/n and asked if she had her phone on her. She nodded, reached in her pocket and tried to open it but doom impended.

0%.

Having no reaction, she reached in her phone case and pulled a 10 dollar bill, giving me a bright smile.

I don't know how I didn't slap her.

I calmly explained our situation to her. We were in a foreign country in which we didn't know the language, with no phones and with a ten dollar bill. To which her reply was "And? I don't see your point."

I took a deep breath and thought we could go back to the hotel. I was so sleep deprived the day before, the hotel's name had went completely over my head. I knew there was no chance in hell c/n remembered, so I thought it to be a very good idea to go back and wait for Rin and Kaiser.

This was when I underestimated or maybe overestimated my abilities of direction.

I think I'm an organised person generally, I have my shit together to say the least. I have a lot of good qualities, but the few bad ones I have make up for the lack of them. I am so bad in directing myself that it's not even funny. I can't go anywhere without a gps, and even if I have a gps I might still end up going the wrong way.

Being with Kaiser had made me forget about that little fact. He has a very good sense of direction, almost annoyingly so. In the few times we have gotten lost, strangely enough the times I have the gps, he has always led us to where we were supposed to be. I'm very sure he does it on purpose, the smirk he has when he gives me the gps is very telling.

So yea, I think its very obvious what happened when we tried to go back on our own.

I'm going to spare you the details of how c/n managed to spend a whole 10 dollar bill on lollipops.

It was now late afternoon and we were both exhausted. Even c/n was running on empty since the only thing we could eat or drink were samples. We were really out there pretending to be some foreign food critics just so we could get a little food.

Aside from some places treating us well under the false pretense that we were food critics, people didn't talk to us. At all.

It's so crazy how people believe they are all that when someone doesn't know their language. So what if I don't know French, learn some english you stupid bitch. We live in the 21th century, how close minded can you be?

Anyway, having that be the case, we couldn't even describe the hotel to someone. So having no phones, no way to find them and no money, i opted for the next best solution.

Go to the Eiffel tower.

It was the only thing I could do okay? Since we were completely lost, we could at least go to the main attraction, which I at least knew were it was. How? We could see it from the entirety of Paris.

It was still very difficult going there. Unfortunately there was no road which straight up lead to it, so we had to take a lot of detours. Someone even tried to sell us some stupid baguettes and berets, which c/n desperately wanted to stick around for, but with no money and no food to fuel my patience, I grabbed her hand and started walking away.

I was tired, hungry and quite honestly missed Kaiser. I was probably just delirious but the annoying smirk and cockiness he had didn't seem all that annoying. Just for that moment though!

So finally, after two hours of constant turning and walking, we had reached the Eiffel Tower.

At it's glory, c/n stated "That is such a nice place to jump off from." to which I replied "Dazai would have loved it."

And we both started laughing. Hysterically.

Truly it was such a bad joke, but the whole situation was just hilarious. Here we were, in Paris, having absolutely nothing and starving, having finished those lollipops hours before.

C/n then started crying, yelling Rin's name and saying a bunch of miss you's and where are you's.

Even I wanted to start crying. But then I saw them.

Rin and Kaiser, relief completely washing over their faces.

To be honest, I don't remember a whole lot after that. Later when I asked Kaiser and Rin about it, they gave completely different explanations, some more theatrical by the other, I'm sure you can guess whose, but I can chalk it up to this.

After they lost us they both started frantically looking for us, going from shop to shop. I find it strange how they missed us but it was probably just bad timing. When they weren't able to find us, having realised Kaiser had my phone and c/n's was out of battery, they decided to go to the Eiffel Tower. When I asked them how they were so sure we would be there Kaiser said "I knew you wouldn't be able to find the hotel and so I went somewhere I knew you would find. I still had my doubts, but I trusted that the Eiffel Tower was large enough for you to see." Rin said "it just made the most sense, the Eiffel Tower is very French so I'm sure c/n would have liked to see it."

Annoyed at Kaiser's response and happy at Rin's, they continued and told me what happened when they found us. Kaiser told me I ran in his hands crying, saying how much I missed him. But Rin told me that's what c/n did when she saw him. He said Kaiser was worried sick, constantly bugging him about how much he loves and cherishes me. When he saw me he hugged me very tightly and Rin swore he was on the verge of tears. He did tell me that I said "Kaiser... I'm hungry..." to which Kaiser got me a savory pastry, never letting me leave his hands. He also told me I teared up when I bit into it, which I can absolutely believe.

The rest of the trip definitely went a lot smoother. When c/n even insinuated that she would leave, Rin would hold her arm very tightly so she wouldn't. He even got a power bank and forced her to keep her phone charged at all times. Kaiser made sure I had money on me at all times, even slipping a hundred dollar bills in every pocket he could find. We agreed that if something similar happened, we would meet up at the Eiffel Tower, which embarrassingly enough, happened at least four more times.

After the trip Rin and Kaiser still didn't really talk to each other, but they did exchange phone numbers and texted each other once every few days. Kaiser didn't outright tell me, I had to catch him in the act, but it made me happy so I didn't tease him. Well, at least not a lot.

Hope you enjoyed!

#itoshi rin #michael kaiser #sun x moon #paris #blue lock #lost in Paris #cousin #kaiser x y/n #kaiser x reader #aged up #rin x y/n #x y/n #rin x reader

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aliz5karga · 1 year

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Fuck the government.

I'm still angry. I'm still not surprised. I'm still holding my tears since it happened. We've lost more than 40,000 people. More than 30,000 died in Turkey and more than 5,000 died in Syria...

From all those who were killed in Turkey, how many of them would still be among us if the government stopped neglecting us and spent our fucking money to build and improve our infrastructure ? The « Earthquake tax » that was created after the İzmit earthquake (1999), all the money we gave since it was invented – where the fuck did it went ? We're talking about BILLIONS of dollars ! Where did it go ?!

...Oh ! Yeah, right, it was given to the State's friends who then proceeded to build crappy buildings – blatantly lying to people, to convince them to live in their unsafe buildings, by saying that they were earthquake-resistant when it wasn't true. All those people, from the government to their greedy and corrupted friends, THEY KILLED THOSE WHO DIED IN THE RUBBLE OF THEIR HOMES. And to top it all, Erdoğan has said that all those deaths and destroyed buildings “couldn't have been prevented”... Bffr. Earthquakes don't kill people, buildings do. If this government wasn't so greedy and corrupted, if Erdoğan wasn't so self obsessed and selfish, if those corporations weren't as shitty as the State, many of those we lost would still be among us right now.

Also, one thing we shouldn't forget is how systemic racism also played a role in this case. The majority of Kurds in this country lives in the South. Now, only people who choose to turn a blind eye to this issue will pretend that it isn't true/real, but the Kurdish community has always been a marginalized/oppressed community in Turkey. I mean, until 1991, Kurdish was officially a banned language and even after its legalization, there's still people who are persecuted by the authorities and the State solely over their Kurdish identity. I'll always talk about that man who was arrested in 2009 and spent the rest of his life in prison just because he spoke Kurdish. He died in prison because he spoke his mother tongue.

And even during this crisis, they still found a way to be racist. The government announced translation services in 7 languages except Kurdish. They've translated crucial earthquake information in multiple languages, including Pashto... except in Kurdish, when those who are mainly affected by earthquakes are Kurds.

They failed them. Many cities had to wait for days to finally receive aid when we all know that the first hours are crucial. Many cities were simply abandoned by the State. And let's talk about when the government thought that their ego was more important than lives : they restricted access to social media, like Twitter, when it helped rescuers to locate people stuck under the rubble. They also arrested people just because they dared criticize the government. Dozens have been arrested over "provocative posts". That's exactly what they did during the 2021 Turkey wildfires. Because just like back then, the government did a poor job. They failed, once again.

They don't give a damn about us. They never did. They blatantly show how much they don't see us as people but only as tools and workers. Where's the money going ? The money we keep giving to this stupid government?

We all know the answer, don't we ? It goes in Erdoğan's and his puppets' pockets. He spend OUR money on his stupid palace, and when he feels generous, he gives OUR money to his little friends. « 7-days national grief » my ass. He doesn't fucking care. He's doing this because the elections are coming soon and he wanna stay in power forever. Everything THEY, all the political parties, are doing isn't genuine – it all has to do with the incoming elections. It's an opportunity for them.

When will we put an end to this ? When will this stop ? When will enough be enough ?

PLEASE IF YOU DECIDE TO DONATE MONEY, DONATE TO KURDISH ASSOCIATIONS TOO (ex. Heyva Sor)

By the way, let's not forget Syria. They're also badly affected by the earthquakes. It's very hard to send help to those affected by the earthquakes because of the Assad regime and the Turkish gov. The sanctions against Syria also doesn't help. Talking about Syria, guess who decided it was the right time to bomb Syria? Isr*el, of course... They killed civilians and destroyed a historical building. It doesn't matter if it was owned by Iran-backed militias. it's just NOT the right time. Fuck you, Isr*el.

#turkey #help syria #syria and turkey #türkiye #earthquake in turkey #earthquake #turkeyearthquake #türkiye deprem #deprem #hatay #syrian kurds #kurds #kurdish #kurdistan #erdoğan #turkish

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moinsbienquekaworu · 2 years

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Who wants to learn about morphosyntax? Nobody, that's who, but unfortunately I have an exam on this tomorrow, so I'm going to explain it in painful detail to you because I don't want to get a bad grade. (morphosyntax is grammar and it's boring)

This is an exercise where I try to explain it off the top of my head to see what sticks and what I need to check again, unless you're interested in the content of my shitty grammar classes you're free to skip honestly I don't want to inflict useless grammar on poor bystanders

First chapter, time, tense, and aspect. What are those? Good question.

Time is when a sentence would be put on a timeline, either in the past, the present, the future, or the irrealis use, which is for events that haven't actually happened (if I were rich, I wish you hadn't eaten my cookies, you get the idea.) Tense is the tense of the verb, ie past or present really, because there's no future in your language, it's just a modal. Generally, they're the same, unless it's future/irrealis.

Aspect is - well I had to go looking through my notes for that one and I don't see what the point of that one is tbh. It's if the action is finished or not? Like, is it going to start (prospective), still happening (progressive), finished (perfective), or it keeps happening (iterative). I think the way we're evaluated on that is making little timelines so I'm good. I can also see - oh yeah. For the present you can have four aspects, continuative, resultative, existential and hot news, and for the past it's either continuative, resultative, or irrealis. Don't know what that is lol I'll just ignore it.

Second chapter is much worse, it's all about clause structure.

Definitions first: a sentence is what you call a sentence, capital letter + end-of-sentence punctuation at the end. A clause is a group of word with a verb, a sentence can have one (clausal sentence) or multiple (compound sentence). A phrase is a group of word around a head verb, you can have multiple types (noun phrase around a head noun, verb phrase around a phrase, preposition phrase around a preposition...) "You are such a bitch why do you eat my cereals?" is a sentence, "you are such a bitch" and "why do you eat my cereals" are clauses, and "eat my cereals" is a verb phrase around eat.

Now, say hi to the thing that traumatised me in latin & greek and is the reason I hate grammar, functions. Clauses/words have functions in sentences, which sounds easy when your sentence is "I hate grammar." (I is subject, hate is the verb and grammar is a direct object) But like, it's just such a pain for my brain, it simply Does Not work like that in my head and I hate it. I mean, object, subject, sure, but a predicative complement? complement of preposition? all those adjuncts? Fuck right off.

Speaking of adjuncts <3 adjuncts add meaning to the sentence but can be safely deleted and the sentence still means something. There's adjuncts of time, manner, place, duration, frequency, degree, condition, purpose, result, concession, and cause/reason. Useless bullshit but apparently I have to learn that.

Arguments are - things the sentence needs to work? "The cat sleeps." has one arguments, the cat, but "He invited his mom." has two, he and his mom. That's a verb's valency btw, the minimum number of arguments for the verb to work in a textbook example sentence. Usually you need to arguments for listen (I listen to music) and even if "he never listens" has a single arguments and is a proper sentence that's an exception not a rule.

Backtracking, there's also this thing called constituency tests, to see if the thing is a constituent (what are those, good question), which are replacing that part with it and asking what, and if you can then it's a constituent (in "how you behave is important", how you behave can be replaced by it and you can ask "what is important?" so it is a constituent) What is it if it fails the test? Fuck if I know.

Lastly I will say that syntax trees exist but 1) I'm not getting the graphics tablet out for that and 2) they just use what I explained here so I'm good.

Okay now that was (not) great but it could have been worse, see you next time I need to study for a test!

#consider yourselves grateful you're getting top dollar education for free!#(this is like 170 bucks per year. these are not incredible classes. you can get those lessons online for free too.)#anyway thanks for helping me beat the executive dysfunction tonight!#i have more stuff to do but at least this is done #i need a tag for when i trick myself into doing things by posting on here #hmmm......#look at me doing things #that'll be the achievement tag #wow i have a ramble tag now

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bitimdrake · 2 years

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lots of thoughts on the types of abuse Bruce is most prone to during different eras and how that impacts his relationships with his kids

Because with Dick it was generally parentification. He was fairly emotionally open during the 'Dick as Robin' era, just not great with words, but in many ways he expected Dick to act as a competent adult and leaned on him as an emotional crutch in ways that were ultimately unhealthy for Dick.

This got cranked up to 11 with Tim, who saw it as his literal job to basically parent an overly violent and passively suicidal Bruce until someone better for the job could come along. Couple that with the mind games and the general inability to praise Tim, and you've got some solid foundations for a discussion about emotional abuse.

And of course his relationship with Cass is so complex because they're both so incredibly traumatized in vastly different ways but they, of all the Batfamily members, understand each other on a fundamental level...which then manifests in Bruce engaging in wildly unhealthy behavior to help Cass deal with her issues (which works, because he is right in that he knows how to speak the 'language' Cass speaks, but also forces both of them into situations where they hurt each other in ways that were completely avoidable if Bruce just acted like a normal person for once in his goddamn life)

and of course we could spend all day talking about Damian and how Bruce fucked up on multiple levels there

Ironically, Jason is probably the Batchild with the least canonical evidence of any kind of abuse at Bruce's hands pre-death (post-resurrection....different story; mostly physical abuse, justified by 'he's a villain/he kills now'). Except for like....the weird kidnapping origin story in Nightwing Year One, I guess, which most people tend to ignore.

yeah, yeah, so many thoughts, much to dig into.

There are ways that Bruce fails all of them--his consistent trend of keeping emotional distance rather than risk personal discomfort, his incredibly high standards and low tolerance for failure, his extremely shitty tendency to prioritize The Mission/Batman/his kids in their vigilante identities over being a parent/his kids as kids.

But he also has very specific relationships with each kid, and that’s one of the things that’s so interesting to me.

Personally I find it hard to really get a solid read on Bruce’s parenting of Dick in the early years, just because of all the time that’s passed and the retcons and crises, etc. Like anything I could declare about that feels less like interpreting an overall average portrayal, and more like picking one of many potentials, if that makes sense?

(The comment on eras is really true, because you can see the difference in prequel style comics. Bruce of the golden age is a completely different character than Bruce of the modern age, and his relationship with Robin!Dick is totally different in old 40s comics versus, say, Robin Year One, where Bruce’s modern day emotional distance and neglect is carried over into Dick’s early years with him. I definitely prioritize the modern era over pre-crisis, but it feels like shakier ground basing it off one miniseries and a few flashbacks instead of actually reading it play out in real time, yknow?)

Buuut by the time Dick is an adult (and, more importantly, we’ve reached post-crisis), a pattern definitely solidifies, and yep! There’s a reason I call Dick and Tim the emotional support children!! I don’t know if Bruce expects Dick to take care of him (I definitely don’t think he consciously does, but I’m dithering on subconsciously; he still benefits from it either way), but he absolutely expects Dick to maintain their relationship for him. It’s not like Bruce is constantly making emotional overtures with the other kids, and yet there’s this distinct sense with Dick specifically that Bruce knows he doesn’t have to put in any effort, never has to be the first to reach out, doesn’t have to try to express himself, because Dick will inevitably try to close the distance and patch it up for him.

(Second side note: however, I don’t really agree with the argument I periodically see ‘round these parts that Dick was constantly expected to take care of his younger siblings, because that is just Not a thing with Jason, Tim, or Cass. Even with Tim, who Dick was the closest to and regularly gave advice, I never really got the vibe that Bruce had set that expectation? It was just it’s own thing. Dick did take care of Damian--which started as a not-Bruce’s-fault necessity, but continued on with Bruce’s neglect after his return, so ig the part I really argue here is “constantly.”)

At the worst moments, Bruce expecting Dick to be the only one between them to manage emotions turns into Bruce not only making no effort to express himself, but making no effort to stop himself when he has something negative to express. Which. then leads into the physical abuse. Because sometimes being the emotional support includes being the punching bag :/

...did you expect me to write a novel because I didn’t expect me to write a novel, and we are only one kid in. Inserting a cut for the health of everyone’s dash.

Onto Jason, I agree! I’ve always thought Bruce was at his most parental when Jason was Robin. (There is another weird retcon note here in a few stories after Jason’s death/return portraying Bruce as never thinking of him as a son, regularly telling him so, and that he didn’t trust Jason, thought he was dangerous and awful, etc etc--but that is such a dumb retcon and will get ignored along with the NYO kidnapping.)

But then, obvs, you get to resurrected Jason. They have one (1) proper storyline together in Post-Crisis, and after UtRH interactions are sparse, but Bruce is by that point really pushing the “you are my greatest mistake, you are a terrible failure” thing....which is pretty much the only way he distinguishes between how he treats Jason and how he treats any other Gotham rogue. Jason avoids a lot of the emotional neglect by virtue of simply almost never interacting with Bruce ig? But, boy, he sure does get fought and injured in the pursuit of Justice because Bruce refuses to reach out emotionally or make any exception for his kid, but has no problem getting violent.

And then Tim! Okay. So I think one of the most interesting things about Bruce and Tim is that for the majority of their (post-crisis) relationship, Bruce is Not Tim’s Father. Capital letters, because that is a Point. Bruce has a whole thing about parents, and therefore (until Jack’s death) he never forgets Jack is Tim’s Real Father and has a weird amount of...I guess deference or respect, I’d call it for lack of a better word, for Tim’s relationship with His Real Father--at least, insomuch as that can be true when Bruce is also training Tim in crimefighting behind his back.

And that leads to this relationship that should be markedly different from the concurrent relationship Bruce has with His Actual Son Dick--and future relationships with Damian, and Tim and Cass, and Jason after his return--because for once, Bruce really is just Tim’s mentor and commanding officer as Batman, and not his parent or caretaker.

...but uh. It’s not that different. I mean, it’s different in that each relationship is a unique snowflake, but like. That’s kinda the pattern of how Bruce will treat all his kids from here on out.

BUT for Tim specifically, for most of their time knowing each other, Bruce doesn’t even have to feel like he should reach out emotionally, because, hey, he’s not Tim’s father! And so, while there are plenty of times Bruce leans more into the mentor/positive (or semi-positive) side of things, there are also plenty of moments where he hits his purest “there is only the mission and masks and soldiers” outlook with Tim, without any of that tricksy “family” stuff getting in the way.

The good news for Tim is that the Robin writer just after his adoption was clearly all about good dad Bruce and they get some sweet moments and a seeming change in their relationship as they work out how to be father and son! ...Until, you know, the next writer, where things are back to normal but now with legal connection.

I think the idea of tiny Tim Drake believing he can take care of adult Bruce Wayne’s emotional state, and Bruce reluctantly agreeing to this, is super interesting (and unhealthy), but tbh I...actually think we hear it referenced more than we see it happen. Bruce kinda relies on all his Robins to be the light in the darkness, but I can’t actually think of that many instances where he specifically elevates Tim to even more of a caretaker role.

What he DOES do all the time with Tim is the fucking mind games, and specifically trying to mold Tim into being just like him. Except instead of in the vein of Dick, who is a lot like Bruce in a Batman But Better™ way, Bruce has this terrible tendency to specifically try to make Tim take on? his worst traits?? Like, he actively wants Tim to be more paranoid and suspicious and constantly sussing out his friends and loved ones, and that is UNHEALTHY MY DUDE. Stop actively pushing your kid into that!!

(Side note number 3! That means it’s outright implied re this interactions with Tim that Bruce literally doesn’t think those flaws of his are flaws at all, and still actively believes his own paranoia and emotional repression are, like, admirably and positive qualities? This man so fucked up. For all the guilt Bruce possesses, you think he’d have more awareness of his actual flaws.)

Now Cass is also not Bruce’s daughter for most of Post-Crisis, but I think the really key distinction is that Cass doesn’t have another parent Bruce feels compelled to respect. (Cass has Babs as an almost mother, but, uh....Bruce does not kindasorta respect or maybevaguely defer to Babs about Cass the way he does with Jack and Tim.) So there’s none of that enforced distance, there’s just...the usual amount of distance. Because Bruce.

Bruce and Cass understanding each other is the double edged sword here. It’s the reason he so instantly trusts her with Batgirl, and it lets them click on certain things without needing explanation. But, wouldn’t you know it, it also gives Bruce another excuse to not explain himself and reach out less. And, worse imo, it makes him really expect her to be just like him.

Not in the Bruce and Tim “sometime in the future you will be me” way, but right now already. And that means when she isn’t like him, he just can’t or won’t acknowledge it. Find out Cass killed someone as a kid--he goes into straight up denial. Barbara keeps insisting she’s a teenage girl who needs a normal life--no, ridiculous, what are you talking about; she’s like Bruce, and Bruce only cares about Batman, so clearly all she needs is to be Batgirl, no other life or friends or hobbies or support system.

And then Damian. If I was going to try to pick an angle for Damian in the vein of your ask, distinct from the others (parentification for Dick, emotional abuse for Tim, physical for Jason, though obvs all bleed into each other), I would def go with neglect.

(The side note about Damian is that he may be the only character here to have gotten more development in the New 52 than pre-Flashpoint, so there’s a lot less to say about their relationship post-Crisis. I am currently reading Batman & Robin 2011 and it is giving me a lot of fascinating fodder that I will likely reread at some point, but I don’t think I’m ready to properly analyze it yet, so sticking to post-Crisis.)

Bruce’s treatment of Damian is...anger and ordering him around for the two storylines they interact, followed by Bruce dying, followed by complete neglect upon his return. Despite Damian being introduced as The Most Batman Son Of All, there’s like...not even a glimpse of a father/son relationship here. Bruce meets him, suspects he’s a plant from Talia, says he’s going to teach him to fight crime, screams at him for being a brat; later treats Damian 100% as a solider and sends him into battle; generally just seems to dislike him.

And then Bruce dies and Damian ends up with Dick--again, that part entirely not Bruce’s fault. But when he comes back, Bruce makes one attempt to work with Damian as Batman and Robin, declares it’s not going to work out, and then...goes to travel the world for Batman Inc and ditches him with Dick? Because obviously if they can’t work together in the field, there’s just no reason to interact with Damian at all, right. Surely no reason he’d want to spend time with [checks hand] his son who he barely knows.

With Damian it’s just... 40% Bruce thinks Damian is annoying and possibly evil, 60% Bruce thinks of Damian exclusively as a solider. And I am scraping my memory trying to come up with a single post-crisis moment he expresses any kind of parental love or concern or even interest in Damian outside of that. (He doesn’t want Damian to die ig? But Bruce doesn’t want anyone to die so uh. ...hey does bruce even like damian? i’m not sure he does)

anyway i’ve just written like 2k in one burst so you may have unleashed a monster. bruce’s relationships with his kids are fascinating!!! (and bad)

but yeah! There’s a fair amount of overlap, but they also each have a really distinct variation.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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🍁 anon’s request got me right in the feels🥺 I too miss the early days of Kitten & Ran (I’ve also been here since the start hehe) and I was wondering about Harlan & Ransom in the early days - like when did Harlan find out about Kitten and their situation? Like in chapter 6 of DA, when she first meets Harlan he told her Ran had talked about her multiple times, how did those conversations go? -🦋

They seriously are the most precious thing! Like the way he loved Kitten so much. Did you catch that he did see one of Andy's marks. And that was the last time Kitten went around him after Andy touched her. Ransom knew that she didn't have a great relationship with Andy, he just didn't know how bad it was. But when he fell he fell so hard. He did a shitty job of proposing to her, and had he put effort into it, she might have considered it. But remember Ransom was fighting those feelings so hard too. He had never loved like that. Even saying that word was foreign to him. He just knew that she was worth it to him.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

For Her

Summary: Harlan is tired of Ransom

Pairings: Harlan X Ransom

Rating: mild

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, language, 18+ ONLY

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Harlan watches his grandson annoyed. Not only had he started brooding, but now he was pacing around. Not that he needs a babysitter, but usually he enjoys Ransom’s company. This, he did not enjoy. There had been a shift in Ransom. He hadn’t been going out as much, but the flip side he was snippier at family gatherings. His life had become a big secret, and he had stopped talking to Harlan. Never spoke to his other family, but that wasn’t anything new.

Harlan blows out a puff of air in aggravation, and Ransom didn’t even acknowledge it. “Upstairs.”

“Excuse me?” his pompous voice turns to look at Harlan.

“Upstairs in my study now.”

“You don’t pay me enough to talk to me like that.”

Harlan let’s out an exasperated laugh. “I’m about to not pay you at all. You’ve been a pain in the ass for a couple of months, and I need to know why,” Ransom only shakes his head and walks out of the room. “Ransom!”

“I’m going to your study old man. Do I need to wait on you?”

Harlan rolls his eyes but follows behind Ransom. As soon as he enters the study he slumps down into the chair opposite of Harlan’s, immediately putting a hand on his temples. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Not getting enough ass?” Harlan asks as a joke, but he notices Ransom’s discomfort. His his jaw pulsing with disgust. “You want a specific ass?”

“It’s not like that,” Harlan tosses him a bag of Go stones, and Ransom only throws them back. “I’m not in the mood.”

“I really don’t care. You’re still on the clock. I’d say playing Go with me, and getting paid what you do is a pretty fair deal. Tell me about her.”

Ransom glares at Harlan, waiting on him to lay down a black stone, with a twirl of the white piece in Ransom’s hand, he lays it down quickly. “Is she some junkie slut?”

“No.”

“Some rich kid that you hate fuck?”

“No,” Ransom slams down a piece.

“One of your mom’s many girls she’s tried to hook you up with, and you just push her head into the pillow so you don’t have to see her face?”

“No,” Ransom’s eyes roll up to look at his grandfather, “What is wrong with you?”

“I’m a writer,” Harlan shrugs. Ransom’s eyes fall back to the Go board, and Harlan decides to change his tone, “Tell me who she is?”

“Engaged.”

“Oh,” Harlan lays down a piece. Refusing to look up at Ransom, but it isn’t long until he’s blocked his grandson. “How did you meet.”

“She works for Andy.”

“Oh, the secretary?” Ransom looks up at Harlan questioningly. “I’ve had to pay your bill before. She seems nice. And engaged to your lawyer. How did this happen?”

“Drunken night while Andy was alone and in Florida,” Harlan raises an eyebrow up at him. “Yeah, to visit his twin. We met up at a bar. When I met her, I thought she was cheating on her fiancé with Andy. We wound up at a hotel. She said she’s alone a lot and I don’t like commitment. What better pussy to be going after than one that’s engaged.”

“Hmm.”

Ransom’s dark blue eyes look up at his grandfather, “What?”

“You don’t like commitment. What other girls are you sleeping with?” Ransom goes silent, laying down a piece quickly. “Why are you so pissed off? Is it because she’s at home with Andy, while you’re waiting on a phone call and playing Go with your grandfather.”

“No. I don’t care.”

Harlan blocks another one of Ransom’s moves, and rolls his eyes up, giving him a smirk, “That’s what you’re saying. You’re feeling something different. You found the person who can put up with your pompous attitude. I love you son, but you’re a prick. You’re an ass. Entitled beyond belief. That girl, not only tolerates you, you’ve kept her around to see the real you. What is it that you want from her? Just sex.”

“Yes.”

“And when did that change for you?”

Ransom throws his body back in the chair. He’s not sure when it happened. He’s not sure how it happened. All he knows is he desperately waits for a text from you. “I see. Why is she special?”

“I don’t know.”

“Son, if you want to be with her, be honest.”

Pouring the remainder of the white stones in his hands, he switches them from one hand to the next. “And what if she ends things completely?”

“Are you playing this just sex game, because you’re afraid if you’re vulnerable that she’ll leave you completely?” Ransom gives a tiny little nod, laying down a game piece before he starts moving the beads in between his hands.

“You have a heart.”

“Shut up.”

“Do you see a future with her?”

Biting at the side of his lip, he reaches in his pocket, pulling out his phone he flips through his exclusive photos coming across the one he had been looking for. Turning his phone, he shows Harlan. “Ransom,” Harlan sighs seeing the big engagement ring.

“I don’t need your pity.”

“Honesty is always the best way to go. You bought her an engagement ring for what reason?”

“I want to marry her?” Ransom gawks at his grandfather who only giggles. “This isn’t funny.”

“Why do you want to marry her?”

“I don’t know. I’ve always been a two week kind of guy. Fast and hard, and then I’m done. She’s different. But she’s fucking engaged to Andy fucking Barber. In the beginning she talked about her life with Andy, and how she was finally going to get what she wanted. He’s a psycho. I feel it every time I go see him. He wants to act like he has his shit under control he doesn’t. Clearly, his fiancé is screwing around on him with his client. I just…I see a future with her. Kids. And family. She’s got no one. And I don’t like my family but you. We could…I mean, we could make our own.”

“Kids?” Harlan asks, his eyes glare at Ransom. “You with spawns? That’s scary.”

“Not with her. She wants that. It made me…it doesn’t matter. She…she wants that with Andy.”

“Ransom, son, be honest with her,” Ransom shakes his head no. “Why? What have you got to lose?”

“Her. I’ll take what I can get for now. It’s enough. For her. I can’t lose her.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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counter point, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You enrage your perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, by being overtly sexual and inappropriately licking your kitchen counter. Why? Because you can and he's going to get horny regardless. He's going to chase after you with a spoon, so you better run!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; shower smut (fem reader, handjob, thigh riding, nipple play, marking / scratching, fingering, multiple orgasms, one pussy slap); too much wasted water, RIP; non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; please help Jungkook, he's just trying to eat shaved ice, not pop a boner (he does anyway)

yes, the title is a pun it's the best laid plans couple and they're crackheads no need to read the first one, but it's there if you want more

“Don’t.”

You grinned at your boyfriend (Cheshire-cat-style, but make it sexy).

“Listen to me, do not do it.”

You extended you tongue (lizard-style, still sexy).

Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend currently making shaved ice, narrowed his dark brown eyes at you and barked your name sharply (angry-mother-scolding-their-child-style, but make it the hottest man on the fucking planet who you were down to get railed by every second of every day). His ash-blond hair flared out around his strong features, adding to his (horny) fury.

He could pretend to be mad, but you knew better.

You licked the kitchen counter.

“Fucking damnnit!”

You cackled as you licked the fallen syrup and ice combination that was on the kitchen counter, slurping up the fallen solider (a valiant fight, but Jungkook had missed the bowl by accident and he deserved an honorable death).

“I told you I was getting a towel!” Jungkook hissed furiously, shaking the white towel with the cute pink bunny character on it. “Don’t be a nasty heathen!”

“What’s nasty about our kitchen counters?” you countered (ey, yeah, see what happened there). “We clean them all the time.”

You leaned down again and licked the counter, pressing your tongue flat against the granite and making Jungkook growl, to which your responded with wiggling your eyebrows. He shook the towel at you again, but didn’t advance.

“Back, you fiend.”

You straightened and grinned, sauntering over to him and the towel he was using like a rosary and you were the demon he was trying to exorcise (he wasn’t pure enough to be a priest, but then again, that might be your fault).

“But I need the towel to clean up the mess,” you chirped, grinning cheerfully as you closed your hand around the cloth, holding it for a little too long, letting your eyes linger on his tense face, taking in his chiseled jaw, shapely lips, and flashing dark brown eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You smiled.

Ran your tongue over your upper lip.

“Like what?”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to murder you and fuck you.

(Not at the same time; that would be some serial killer shit.)

“Stop fucking teasing me when you’re not gonna do anything,” he grumbled, pouting slightly as you snatched the towel from him and wiped the counter that you had already licked clean.

“Who, me?” you replied innocently, grabbing the sponge to clean off the granite before wiping the spot once more. “I would never, ever tease you, Jungkook.”

He narrowed his eyes at you until they were lines and jammed his spoon into his shaved ice. “You never wanna fuck right after I work out.”

“Speaking of working out.” You pointed to his large bowl of shaved ice covered in syrup. “Should you have sweets right after working out?”

He clicked his tongue. “I drank my protein shake and I’m hot. Leave me alone.” He shoved a large spoonful into his mouth, still glaring.

(Oh, you’re hot, all right.)

“What a coincidence.”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted in suspicion as you spun around him. “Do I wanna know what’s a coincidence…?”

“I’m also hot.”

And you grabbed the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt (it was his) and pulled it up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear. You threw it at Jungkook’s crotch before prancing out of the kitchen.

“Alright, first of all–”

“Lachimolala,” you sang nonsensically, heading off to the bedroom. “I thought you wanted to be alone?”

Jungkook stomped after you, clutching his bowl and still shoving shaved ice in his mouth as he very loudly put in his two cents and pointedly ignored your comments (a skill he developed while dating you, mysterious why that would be).

“I know you’re hot, you’re insanely hot and that’s not fair, and, second, you can’t just take off your clothes and expect me not to follow you, and, three, let me fuck you, damnnit!”

You stuck your head out of the bedroom door and your tongue out of your mouth. “No. You stinky.”

Jungkook looked livid, still holding his spoon and bowl. “Don’t make me put this spoon down, woman.”

“Oh nooooooo, Jungkookie has a spoon, oh nooo!”

“Gimmie those titties! Get your ass over here right now!”

You ran to the bathroom and turned the water on, throwing off your underwear in record time, only for Jungkook to show up and get smacked in the face with your bra and panties (awesome, your aim was improving, all those hours playing FPS games was a sound investment).

Jungkook snarled and shook his head, blond hair flying everywhere, holding his bowl of shaved ice protectively as your underwear scattered around him. He looked ready to scold you, only to freeze and see you standing at the open glass shower door, fully naked.

Grinning.

(Checkmate, he totally wanted to bone you. His shorts were doing nothing to hide his massive tent.)

“See ya.”

And you slunk into the shower and hot water, snapping the door closed behind you, Jungkook fuming and crossing the space in two steps (damn, can you say legs, holy shit) and yanked open the shower door.

“You fucking brat–”

You smirked, water running down your body, tipping your head back to soak your hair, reaching up to slick it back with your tits up. His dark brown eyes ballooned to the size of Dragon Balls (those are pretty big balls, no cap). His shaved ice was rapidly melting from the steam.

A full ten seconds past.

(Kinda cold, bro, please close the door.)

You maintained your smirk, rolling your shoulders to cascade water down your body, down your breasts, dripping off your nipples, curling around the curve of your waist, streaming in rivets across the expanse of your thighs and ass, doing a little half-spin. Jungkook choked a little, eyes completely fixated to your body. You (completely unnecessarily, of course) placed a hand in between your breasts, splaying out your fingers, gliding it down your stomach, making a detour for your hip, sinking your nails into it (his bowl was tipping very dangerously now and the ice was half-gone), curving back to the inside of your thigh and squeezing your thighs around your hand.

(Okay, for real, you can close the door now, Jungkook.)

“Your shaved ice is melting.”

Jungkook started, picking up his jaw off the floor, and whipped his head to his bowl of now sweet ice water. He closed the shower door (finally!) and you breathed out a sigh of relief, finally wiggling under the showerhead to wash away the goosebumps and your frozen tits (you suffered for a good cause, but still), hearing your boyfriend straight-up slurp the rest of his shaved ice (it was practically a drink by now anyway). You pumped some shampoo in your hand and casually started working it into your hair before half-screaming as the door opened again and a very naked, very horny Jungkook invaded your personal space and pinned you against the shower wall.

(You weren’t expecting his speedrun of stripping, that must have been a fucking record!)

You blinked rapidly, trying to swipe the water out of your eyes.

“Jung–”

You didn’t expect to get anything out but you said one syllable before his lips crashed onto yours, spraying water everywhere as he half-entered the raining showerhead (still a bit stinky, tsk tsk), pressing his body against yours, jabbing you with his rock-hard dick (rude). You yelped in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care (probably thought you deserved it, rude), taking your tongue and sucking on it, making you moan, driving his thigh in between yours and pushing it up, water suddenly gushing onto your heat and then hard muscle, you gasping at the contact, tipping your head back with a soft whimper.

Opening your eyes to a slight sting and Jungkook’s half-wet hair, dark silvery-blond curls around his smirking face, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Not so high and mighty now, hm?”

(Fuck, he’s so fucking hot.)

Your eye began to sting very badly.

(Shit.)

“There’s shampoo in my eye,” you choked out.

“Oh shi–”

There was a brief intermission of water torture as Jungkook shoved your head under the showerhead and you did the awkward dance of one eye half-open, half-closed, rinsing out the soap residue while holding your breath and trying not to drown (beauty, grace, and blindness, the trifecta, right?). You yanked your head out with a gleeful sucking in of air, pushing your hair away from your forehead.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked worriedly.

“Why is no-tears shampoo only for babies?” you complained, wiping your eyes. “Don’t they know horny adults get accosted in the middle of showering sometimes and need that shit? They need to put a warning or I’ll sue.”

He laughed, rich, full, and wonderfully sexy. “I don’t think you’d – ah!”

The second Jungkook let his guard down, you grabbed his dick (sucker), and started pumping him with a flick of your wrist, grinning wildly. He gasped and tried to back up, but you pinned his thigh in between yours and rubbed your slick pussy on his muscle, causing him to sway slightly and plant his hands on the wall beside your head, gasping your name.

“O-oh, fuck…”

You used your other hand to grab his chin and pull him closer, kissing him hungrily, a slightly awkward angle but it didn’t matter because you had him in the palm of your hand now (literally), jacking him off with one and the other stroking his jaw, shuddering at his tongue flitting in your mouth, snaking your own out to meet his, fuck, such soft lips, and he still tasted a little sweet from his icy snack lingering on his tongue. Your hand slid back and cupped his head, fingers in his wet ash-blond hair, rolling your hips on his leg and pumping his swelling length in the other, getting him extra hard again, both of you moaning at the lovely pop of the head being squeezed by your thumb and index, before going right back to furiously kissing as you increased the speed and pressure.

Jungkook always complained about how you never worked out with him, but you always rebutted that said workouts never started because you two were too busy eating face.

(Also, why work out when you can fuck? More fun, more pleasure, less hating yourself as you complete the thirtieth sit-up. Clearly, your boyfriend failed to see the logic.)

“Jungkook, ah…”

One of his strong hands around your waist, arching your back, kissing down your neck, matching your pace with his hips, moaning into your skin, raising his leg even higher as he leaned down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Now the angle was really awkward, but you refused to give up, readjusting slightly, faster, harder, his mouth all over you, sucking hard, whimpering your name, your arm burning (and he wondered why you had biceps, sheesh), and you clamped his thigh in between yours, the real pleasure being how Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back, your name tumbling from his lips, so sexy with his dripping blond locks stuck to his cheeks, tendons standing out on his neck with the strain, thrusting into your hand to increase the pleasure and your arm was going to give out any second now but you just couldn’t, not yet.

“So fucking sexy,” you panted, your free hand tracing his jaw, shoving your thumb into his open lips, sinking your nails into his cheek because he was yours, all yours, and he didn’t care if you marked him up, his eyes rolling back, loving your roughness, wanting it. “Cum for me, come on, Jungkook,” you growled, even faster, even harder, thumb pressed into his lolling tongue and he whined, deep and feral, a mixed gargle of your name and pure ecstasy, cock jerking in your hand, spilling out over your thigh and the shower wall, hot sticky strings before being washed away, you dragging his face to yours, removing your thumb to kiss him again, sighing in relief now that you could slow, squeezing his twitching cock, feeling it drip down your fingers and smearing it all over his now-sensitive skin.

“So good, fuck, you’re so good…”

His hands all over your back, running his nails up and down, ravenous, messy kisses. Your hand stilled, arm burning, but somehow it didn’t matter, adrenaline and lust too much, and you wanted to hold him too, snaking your arms around his waist and digging your nails into his broad back, both of you moaning in unison as your ran lines of pleasure across each other’s backs, hips to hips, wet bodies rolling into each other, your drenched pussy on his hard thigh and his spent cock against your soft thigh.

“My arm almost died,” you gasped, his nails raking down to your hips, sinking into your ass.

“Heh, sorry,” Jungkook snickered (you suspected he wasn’t very sorry). “That’s what you get for teasing me.” (And you were right, hmph.) “This is why you should work out.” (This guy…)

You raised an eyebrow. “So I can make you cum in literal seconds? Your funeral.”

He paused, shifting his eyes. He seemed to be mentally struggling with the idea. “You look so fucking hot in workout clothes though,” he pouted, leaning down to press his chin against your breasts.

Uh oh, Jungkook was giving you puppy eyes now.

“I can wear workout clothes without actually working out,” you frowned. “And you never let me work out anyway because you’re too busy ogling me, and then you jump me mid-squat.”

He groaned, kneading your ass in his hands. “Your ass just looks so fucking good in leggings though… and the way your tits bounce, fuck…”

(Hello, Jungkook? You could, maybe, just look at the naked wet body in front of you right now instead of fantasizing about working out. What is your malfunction?)

You yelped as he buried his face into your tits, tongue snaking out and drawing thick, saliva-covered stripes over your breasts that were quickly washed away, whimpers in your throat once you saw the hungry look in his eyes, his pink tongue now circling your nipple, lowering his leg from between yours, your hands flying up to hold his head onto your chest.

“Ah, Jungkook, please…”

His lips closed in and his fingers grazed your slick slit, pressing circles of pleasure into you, leaning your head against the shower wall, back arched to give more to that perfect mouth, moaning his name, his fingertips finding your clit and rubbing it slowly, working you up, sucking your nipple and flicking it with his tongue, waves of pleasure and hot water enveloping you, pushing his wet hair back to look into those dark chocolate orbs, clouded by lust and his desire to make you feel good, already knowing that when you rocked your hips you wanted more, already knowing that when your noises became shallower, more needy, that you needed it harder, closing your eyes, faster, hot and warm from Jungkook and water.

“Yes, fuck, yes, so close, so good, Jungkook, ah, Jungkook!”

You felt the flinch of overwhelming ecstasy, immediately trying to close your legs but he blocked you, planting his thigh between yours to prevent them, your moan turning into a feverish whimper, clutching his shoulders.

“J-Jungkook, w-wait, oh, f-fuck…”

He wasn’t waiting, still stimulating your now throbbing clit, lifting his head to press his lips to yours, whispering hotly, you’re so sexy, so beautiful, I love you to so much, fuck, your brain barely computing language, w-what, oh fuck, yes, don’t stop, Jungkook, I love you, fuck, so good, his soft smile on your open lips as your moaned once more, ramming your hips into his hand, eyes rolling back, pleasure shooting up from your core, and Jungkook’s fingers plunged into your wetness, moaning with you, stuffing you with three because you were so, so wet.

“Fuck my hand, come on, wanna feel you…”

You heard hand (seriously? alright, your funeral, Jungkook), and enclosed your fingers around his now hard-again cock.

“Wait, w-what – ah, fuuuuuuuck…”

Your misinterpretation seemed to be a welcome development, your hips moving on their own, pussy clenching around his fingers, your hand a vice around his hard, swollen length, his hips thrusting into your closed fist, and now both of you just chasing pleasure, wet, loud, and hot, the water adding to the noise, skin on skin, your pussy making embarrassing sucking, squishing sounds paired with the rapid slap of your vicious pumping of his cock, feeling so good it was hard to speak, but it didn’t matter because your lips found his lips, and you could tell by his trembling inhale and soft whimpers that he loved you, and he could tell from your breathless gasps and desperate whines that you loved him, and all that made it more intense, better, sexier, perfect.

Your name in that silvery, needy tone, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

His name, followed by, “Shit, me too, fuck!”

(Maybe not your best work, oh well.)

You slapped your hips into his hand, burying his fingers all the way to his knuckles, and groaned, scorching ecstasy overtaking your veins, sparking up your spine and into your head, squeezing your thighs together powerfully, clamping his wrist in your softness. His cock jerked, his gasp in your face as he spilled again, all over your hip and thigh, jamming the throbbing head into your skin and moaning as his orgasm continued spurting out, pulsing, his moan turning into helpless cries as you rubbed the tip on your skin, smearing his cum onto you, his scent so strong you could still smell it despite the water washing it away, loving the way his hard, muscular body felt against you, shivering and vibrating with pleasure, unable to help himself, practically humping your leg to prolong the sensitivity.

Heavy, shuddering breaths.

Water tumbling down, somehow far too hot even though it was getting lukewarm.

(Rest in peace the water bill.)

“Uh… my hand…”

You tensed around it. “I like it here.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frowning. “I’m getting a hand cramp.”

You bit your lip and clenched your core muscles, making him gasp.

“Fuck, I love how tight your pussy can get. Feels like you’re going to break my fingers.”

You relaxed, laughing. “That’d be a fun trip to the emergency room.”

He snickered and leaned in, kissing you softly. “I love you.”

You relaxed your thighs and he pulled his fingers out. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

You squeezed the head of his dick mid-kiss and he slapped your pussy in response, making you gasp.

“Brat.”

(Hello, you two, you’re wasting water… aw, shit, here we go again.)

2021.09.01 - birthday drabble

in which jjk attempts to direct porn and you proceed to clown him until he shuts you up by fucking your brains out well dressed

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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kirishimaswife2819 · 3 years

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Them With a Foreign S/o || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x foreign!Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x foreign!Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x foreign!reader, Shoto Todoroki x foreign!reader, and Denki Kaminari x foreign!reader

Requested by Anonymous: hello! could i request some headcanons with the boys wherein their s/o's a foreigner? like, they have trouble speaking japanese and all. thank you and i hope you have a lovely day! <33

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: Everything in italics is spoken in Japanese, h/c=home country

A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I hope I wrote this well. Sorry that Kiri’s is sort of short, I couldn’t think of anything else for him. Hope you enjoy these- Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku thinks it’s really cool that you are foreign

He’ll ask you a lot of questions about your home country, and be really patient with you as you try to explain it in Japanese

He does seem to notice that you have a bit of a hard time expressing yourself or showing your real personality while your talking in Japanese, just because you don’t know the right words to say

So, he starts learning your native language, so it’s easier for the two of you to talk to each other and get to know each other better

He revealed to you that he was learning your native language, and after that, you two tutored each other in each other’s language

Once you could finally be yourself around Izuku, the two of you got along pretty well and you two ended up with crushes on each other

You two got together, because you overheard him talking to one of his friends about how he had a crush on you and didn’t know what to do about it

“You should ask me out.”

“I already-” He paused when he realized that the voice did not come from his friend, and instead from behind him, and then he realized it was your voice and his face turned beet red

Anyways, you ended up confessing your feelings for him as well and you two got together

He always asks questions about where you’re originally from and he has a whole page in his notebook about your favorite things to do at home, and fun facts about your hometown

Since you haven’t had a whole ton of Japanese foods, or done activities that were common in Japan, he likes taking you on dates specifically to do things exclusive to Japan

If there’s a certain snack you like from your country that isn’t available in Japan, and you tell Izuku, he’ll order it online for you, and have it shipped to you, so you can still have it

Katsuki Bakugou:

At first, he thought you were really stupid

How were you supposed to become a hero when you can’t even understand half the shit that your classmates are saying?

But over time, he found himself liking your personality

He liked your determination to become a hero, even if you were having trouble understanding your classmates

I feel like Bakugou speaks multiple languages, so he would be able to talk to you in your first language

The two of you actually became friends, because he got sick of you messing up your Japanese

You were saying something to Mina, who was waiting patiently while you tried to figure out how to explain it in Japanese

Bakugou was listening in and the second he heard you mess up a word, he went, “God, it’s not that fucking hard.”

“Bakugou! Don’t be mean to them. They’re trying,” Mina said, scolding the ash blonde

“Do you want to teach me?” You question, sarcastically of course, switching back to your native language, since you knew Bakugou knew it

“If it’ll keep you from speaking in that shitty Japanese then yeah.”

And that’s how your relationship with Bakugou began

Every Wednesday and Friday night, you would go over to his dorm and he would practice Japanese with you for a few hours. He was kind of mean about it, and scolded you when you messed up, but you were quickly learning Japanese

Over time, you two ended up getting pretty close and became friends, and eventually he confessed his feelings for you and you two started dating

You two now talked in Japanese most of the time, but you would still unconsciously switch back to your native language, since it was what you were used to

If you’re ever homesick, Bakugou will make you some kind of food that is from your country and he knows that you like, and then he’ll watch a movie from your country with you

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima is actually the first friend you make at U.A.

I know I say that in a lot of my different headcanon posts, but come on, he’s way too nice and accepting to not be your first friend

Whenever you guys first met, he was so patient while you tried speaking Japanese

He offers to teach you Japanese, but he low key sucks at teaching stuff, so after he realizing he’s not really helping, he finds an app for you to download on your phone that can help you learn more (if you don’t already have one)

Once your pretty fluent in Japanese, the two of you get along even better now that you’re able to communicate better

Eventually he confesses his feelings for you and the two of you get together

He likes when you tell stories about things that have happened to you in your old country, or crazy things that have happened in your hometown

He’ll commonly look up recipes from your country, and try to make them with you

Shoto Todoroki:

When Shoto found out that you were foreign, he really didn’t care all that much

You were just another student in his class, why should he be more curious about you than he would anybody else?

At least that’s what he thought, up until Aizawa paired you two up for a project

Shoto had a tendency to correct your Japanese whenever you two were talking, not realizing that it may hurt your feelings or embarrass you

He only realized this when he was working on the project with you in the library, and Midoriya was right next to the two of you and he kept hearing Shoto correct you

So Izuku pulled him off to the side and told him to stop correcting you, because it’s probably embarrassing you

After that, Shoto felt sort of bad, but he felt it would be more awkward if he apologized, so he didn’t

While you two worked on the project, Shoto got to know you and ended up developing a little crush on you

He talked to Midoriya about this, and he told Shoto that he should ask you out

He wasn’t sure how he should do it, so he asked Midoriya again, and he suggested that Shoto should learn how to ask you out in your native language and then ask you out like that

Shoto did it and it worked

He helped you learn Japanese better, and your relationship was going great

He doesn’t really pay any special attention to the fact that you’re from a different country, he only really remembers it when you two are going out to eat and you ask about what a certain food is and if it’s good or not

Denki Kaminari:

Denki got so excited when he found out that there was going to be a foreign student coming to U.A.

The second he saw you, he immediately was attracted to you and wanted to ask you out

So, the second you sat down in your new class before class started, he was up immediately and flirting with you

But since you didn’t know very much Japanese, you had no idea what he was saying, so you just sort of brushed it off

Denki got kind of upset about it, and just left you alone, since it was obvious that you didn’t like him

He only realized that you didn’t understand him when he was telling his friends about it later, and they told him that you probably didn’t know much Japanese

You ended up looking up half the things he said to you after school that day, and blushed when you realized he was complimenting you

The next day you walked up to him in class and apologized for brushing him off, before explaining the situation, which he already knew

You two ended up getting along pretty well

Before you two got to know each other, he just found you attractive because of your looks, but now he found you attractive because of your looks and personality

Eventually, he admits his feelings for you, and you return them, so you two start dating

For some reason, he loves to flex that you’re from a different country

Like if anybody says that you’re a cute couple, he’ll be like “Yeah, I know. They’re from h/c.”

He’ll sometimes ask what a certain word means in your native language, so he can compliment you in that language

He tries to learn the whole language, but it confuses him way too much

He even tries watching some of his favorite films, but in your native language, but he always gets bored halfway through and turns on the Japanese version

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anika-ann · 3 years

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In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) - Pt.2

Type: two-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2750

Summary: You’re hiding from your boss in a supply closet, minding your own business, when a stranger joins you unexpectedly.

Steve is not entirely a stranger anymore; he knows about your troubles and you know about his. And he’s determined to sort out yours this very moment.

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment, a bit of angst, language, something that might be close to a panic attack if you squint

A/N: There we go... hopefully I’ll make mid-week a bit sweeter for some of you ;)

Part 1

“Alright, kids. Let’s have a trip.”

And you just stared.

…what?

“W-what?” you stuttered, suddenly consumed by the familiar feeling of losing the firm ground under your feet at the idea of trying to confront Gregory head-on. Not even Steve at your side was helping at all as the four of you started walking towards the IT department.

“I-I don’t have any prove! I can’t-- he told me he would--- that he would-”

“That he’d twist it around, convince the HR that you were crushing on him and he turned you down, which turned you into a soulless bitch craving revenge?” the billionaire finished for you and you just uselessly opened you mouth, unable to let out a word to deny it. It seemed to amuse him, because he scoffed; and there was something very bitter in that sound too. “Kid, he’s not the first asshole to take advantage of his superior position. I’ve seen the types. Relax. If Cap here believes you, then so do I. Plus, I know a liar when I see one. And you ain’t lying.”

You breathed in shakily, a flicker of hope igniting in your chest. Could it really be so easy? That couldn’t be right…

“T-thank you, Mr. Stark. I-”

“Yeah, yeah, just name your first kid after me,” Mr. Stark uttered, waving it off.

The Falcon next to you chuckled and you shot Steve a confused gaze. Was that how Mr. Stark usually was? You had never met him in person; you had only ever heard him giving a speech on TV and you knew he had a certain reputation, but this was… different.

You were surprised to find Steve watching you; perhaps he worried about your reaction to such bluntness, since he had seen your outburst in the closet. Upon meeting your gaze – probably shy and undeniably surprised – he charmed a tiny smile for you.

“It’s gonna be okay, see?”

“What are you even worried about? You have three Avengers coming with you!” Mr. Wilson questioned lightly and you bit your lower lip as you thought of the source of anxiety indeed.

Yeah, I have three Avengers and they are all men. Sue me for not being sure which side they would take – not until now.

“You’re not a full-time Avenger, Wilson.”

Falcon gasped, clutching at his chest theatrically at Stark’s remark. “Ouch, Tony. My heart.”

You let out a breathy laugh at their banter and felt yourself relax despite your better judgement. You almost let yourself believe it truly would go alright. Well, as much as dealing with such shitty thing could.

“You’re all my heroes,” you whispered timidly, which earned you a bright smile from Sam Wilson.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Cruel, Birdboy. You stole the old man’s line,” Mr. Stark hummed, amused.

“Heh! Sorry, Cap. But I’m sure you have a whole set of other lines to use on her.”

You choked on your own spit as Steve faltered in his steps, his grip on you growing stronger. What the hell did the Falcon just say?

“Oh my God, Wilson, shut up before we get stuck with another harassment report.”

“I don’t think this a subject for joking,” Steve interjected, slightly irritated, and you shot him a grateful look, because he definitely had a point.

Except… once you weren’t in such a sticky situation, you totally wouldn’t mind Steve Rogers using a line on you. Not at all. And his hand around yours felt nice for multiple reasons, the wordless comfort and support only being one of them. It was warm and slightly calloused, a reminder of his physical work, and it was bigger than yours, so sweetly and distractingly enveloping yours…

But now it was so not the time.

Your peculiar group approached the office and you didn’t even have the time to brace yourself as Tony Stark simply threw the door open, not bothering to knock.

“Thomas Ian Gregory, you are fired this very second,” the billionaire exclaimed dramatically.

You would think he was just being a drama queen, except he sounded deadly serious, using your boss’ full name which he must have read out on the door, and his eyes were throwing daggers at the man sitting behind the desk, looking as if he was the fucking king of the world.

Your boss blinked in surprise and eyed all four of you; Falcon with his arms crossed on his chest, Ironman minus his suit with a murderous glare and a hand raised towards him as if he wanted to point a finger and then Gregory’s gaze fell on your hand connected with Steve’s; you wanted to retrieve it quickly, but Steve wouldn’t let you, his grip growing firm. Anger flashed through your boss’ eyes for a second, before he composed himself and rose from his chair with an innocently confused expression.

You wanted to puke and you felt your legs turning into a shaking mess of jello. This was it. Now he would use his slimy words to turn this situation around and you were about to get fired and humiliated so much that jumping under a bus would be the most likeable option for you.

“Mr. Stark, it’s an honour. Captain Rogers, Mr. Wilson. What do I owe the pleasure?”

You couldn’t believe this--- this pig. Seriously. Who the fuck did he think he was?! How could he--- just lie so easily, pretending that everything was perfectly fine?!

But Tony Stark was not fooled by the charade and you mentally sighed in relief, sure they must have heard the weight falling off of your shoulders even in Jersey.

“I’m sure you heard me, Mr. Gregory. You quit and you’ll be hearing from the HR soon. And you’ll be damn lucky if this young lady right here won’t sue you.”

You honestly wished you were invisible when Gregory’s gaze flickered to you, subtle anger with a promise of consequences in his irises – consequences that would come should you not cut this bullshit right now.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Mr. Stark. If this is about the unfortunate feelings my assistant has for me-”

Tears of rage and baseless shame stung in your eyes at his words and you breathed in sharply to defend yourself; before you could, Gregory continued.

“Though I can see they weren’t very… honest. Obviously my inferior seems to be the ‘love them and leave them’ type, which I should warn you about, Capta-”

Breathless at his malicious made-out theories, you did not expect Steve to drop your hand in favour to tower over your boss, making him shut up with one single glare.

Alright, you could see why he had thought that simply appearing at your office would make Gregory tremble in fear. Your boss actually backed off and learnt onto a table, looking as if he was supporting himself under the weight of Steve’s judgement.

“I met this woman for the first time not half an hour ago, hiding from you, too scared of your dirty hands to return to her own workplace. Trust me, it left an impression, just like you are leaving one now,” Steve grunted menacingly, causing your heart to pound in your chest in fright even with his words not aimed on you. “If I can give an advice, you pack your things as fast as you can, apologize to her profusely, begging for her forgiveness and you don’t set a foot in this building or speak to her ever again. Do we have an understanding?”

You weren’t the only one affected. Your boss tried to reciprocate Captain America’s glare, but he failed miserably. He visibly gulped and circled his desk, still watching the soldier as if he was expecting to get hit; then his eyes just dropped to his desk and he frantically started picking random things from it.

You watched the scene in front of you, paralyzed. Your heart was beating its way out of your chest, pulsing in your temples, your breathing alternating between hitching and picking up. Your vision started to swim.

Holy. Shit.

“Cap, I think you broke her.”

Steve spun to you at instant, his eyes roaming your face; or you thought so. He looked worried now; or you thought so. Thinking and frankly evaluating the stimuli your senses were receiving was a bit difficult at the moment.

What the hell had just happened?

Gentle hands took yours, leading you out of the room. You blindly followed, unsure how to put one foot in front of the other, your body running on autopilot.

It was over. Thomas Gregory was no longer your boss and it had happened without you losing your job. And Steve Rogers had scolded him as if he was a five-year old kid – a very pervert one, but a kid nonetheless. Steve put a fucking fear of God into him. All of that happening within three minutes. And you just… couldn’t quite process all that.

You barely registered getting into and out of an elevator, being seated on a couch, having a blanket tossed over your shoulders and a cup of warm liquid pressed into your hands. You automatically brought it to your lips, only to be stopped by a tender fingers curling around your wrist.

“Careful. It might be too hot,” a pleasant voice warned you and you blinked, finally focusing your gaze, finding rather worried and very handsome face staring back.

You glanced at the cup, surprised to identify the drink as Steve’s hand let go of yours.

“Is that… is that hot chocolate?” you stuttered, bewildered. Well, more like… astonished.

“Yeah. You’re not allergic to milk or anything, are you?”

You looked up back to Steve’s face, only to find him with his brows furrowed in concern, lips thoughtfully pursed. It snapped you to action.

“No! No. It’s just… I didn’t have one in years. Thank— thank you.”

His expression cleared, as he was evidently pleased with himself. “Good. You’re welcome.”

The words fell off his lips so easily. As if he just hadn’t… hadn’t saved your career. Or your mental health, really.

You eyed the table by the couch, setting the cup down, only to fully turn to him. He seemed a bit confused at that; but God, you had something important to say and since you didn’t want to give up the blanket just yet, you decided to get rid of the mug at least to look less pathetic.

“No, Steve, I… thank you,” you whispered sincerely, feeling tears in your eyes for like a millionth time that day. His smile widened a little.

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry if I… if I scared you down there. It wasn’t meant for you.”

“You didn’t-” you blurted out in attempt to deny it and make him feel better, only to waver as his eyebrow rose, picture perfect of doubt. It made you chuckle at yourself self-deprecatingly. “It’s not your fault that I was… surprised by your little hulk-out. I guess I just didn’t see it coming.”

“Hulk-out, huh? How do you feel?”

You shrugged, exhaling slowly, thinking hard about your answer.

“Like I just watched my life take a way better turn that I would expect... and I’m still only watching,” you whispered honestly, which led to his face twisting in a grimace.

“Anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it; you scanned your surroundings, realizing you were in something that looked fancy enough to belong to Tony Stark and was way too big to be part of an actual apartment. You ran your hand down the blanket covering your shoulders, reaching for the abandoned cup to blow on it softly and take a careful sip of chocolate. Steve’s questioning gaze observed you while you did so and you smiled blissfully into the cup as the delicious rich taste caressed your tongue.

“You mean besides comforting me despite being a complete stranger, getting my harassing boss fired and scaring the hell out of him, taking me to--- here, giving me a blanket and making the best cup of hot chocolate I had in years? Give me a second, I’m sure I’ll figure out something else,” you babbled and Steve’s smile grew, tense shoulders relaxing. “Seriously, Steve. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I owe you. I- I know you’re a hero and all that, but… yeah. I should be asking you what I could do for you in return.”

“That’s not-- I’m not--- ...you make a pleasant company,” he said in the end as if he realized he couldn't deny any of the things you had listed. You lowered your gaze to the chocolate as his eyes twinkled at the statement.

“Ditto.”

“Does that-” he blurted out and you tilted your head to side, watching him curiously when he stopped talking just as abruptly. “This is a terrible timing, but that’s apparently an infamous quality of mine, because usually I wait too long, and… uhm…”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suddenly embarrassed soldier scratching the back of his neck, peeking at your through his eyelashes. Was that--- was he trying to-? No, it couldn’t be.

“Yeah?” you softly encouraged him to continue.

He wetted his lips, causing your previously tight gut to warm up.

“I understand that it’s the last thing you’re thinking about right now, but… when you settle down again... and things are a bit calmer for you… would you- uhm, like to… maybe spend some more time with--- with me?”

If he had blurted the sentence in one go, you would have dropped your mug in surprise despite suspecting this incredible thing when he had turned bashful. But he didn’t so your brain had enough time to process the words slowly leaving his lips, one after another, little shy, little hopeful. Your heart was speeding up with each of them, ready to burst when he finished with a tiny nervous smile.

Well. How could you possibly say no to that irresistible creature in front of you? You smiled into your drink.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You wanted to chuckle at the pure surprise on his face, but it was just too endearing and so you had to fight the urge to make an embarrassing sound like an aww instead.

“Yeah, Steve. I’d really like that,” you repeated, hiding the teasing note in your voice. “But you’ve got to teach me how to make a chocolate that good, because seriously, it tastes amazing.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” you demanded, a bit hurt, rather surprised. “I don’t want you to give up your secret recipe right away! Just… in time.”

He grinned at you boyishly, leaning a bit closer to you. You held your breath in anticipating, a the change. “I could. But then I wouldn’t get to enjoy the process of preparing it for you and your smile in return.”

You stared at him for few moments, taking the statement in, wondering if he was teasing you or was being serious. The corners of his lips were quirked up as if he was indeed joking, but there was a certain spark of honesty in his eyes.

You decided to play along, whether it was a game or not. Perhaps it was the relief of newly found freedom from a sleazy man in your life that plucked up your courage and woke up your jovial side.

“Aww, Steve, that’s so sweet. Is that your way of telling me you’re planning on spoiling me? Because then I would need significantly less time to… settle down.”

His grin widened at your words. “Is that so?”

“Mm.”

“Well then…” he brought up lowly, torturing you with anticipation when he didn’t continue, only to watch you with a mischievous smile.

“...then?”

“What are your plans for Friday evening?”

Oh, you were so glad you were sitting, because otherwise the force of the moment in which Steve Rogers asked you out on Friday night would knock you down.

You tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t sound like an over-enthusiastic YES, but his blue eyes staring into yours made it very difficult for you.

Dammit, it was harder to talk to him when you could actually see--- you smiled smugly at the idea that popped up in your head and raised an eyebrow in silent challenge.

“I’m hiding in a supply closet. Why, you wanna join me?”

Steve burst out laughing, throwing his head back with that sound and the picture armed your heart so thoroughly it was unfair.

“Sure thing. Would you like me to bring muffins and coffee or do you prefer an actual dinner?”

You found yourself laughing too and you suddenly believed that your life would indeed get better. It already had, after all.

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Beautiful divider by @whimsicalrogers

Thank you for the kind feedback on the first part and I hope you liked this one too :))

Thank you for reading!

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leviskitten · 3 years

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hello, could you make a jotaro alphabet nsfw hc, please?

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ♡

Jotaro Kujo x reader(gn!)

Warnings: general NSFW themes,

A/n: hiya! Of course I can, hope you enjoy!

♡彡 A = Aftercare : What are they like after sex?

• Naturally, he’s gonna soften down after y’all finish. He’s aware of his size *ahem* and that he can be a little too harsh sometimes without realizing, so he’s gonna be making sure you’re alright and stuff, running you a warm bath and making you drink water cuz yknow, you gotta stay hydrated. (He might even carry you bridal style to the bathtub and wash your hair, but you didn’t hear that from me oop)

♡彡 B = Body : What’s their favorite body part of theirs? And yours?

• He probably doesn’t even have a favorite body part of neither his or your body, because he really couldn’t care less about that (he’s def a personality>looks kinda guy and you cannot tell me otherwise). However he secretly enjoys when you hold onto his arm, whether it is when you’re outside walking or when you need the ~support~ because he’s just pounding into you that hard. So I guess we’re gonna go with his arms for this one.

♡彡 C = Cum : Anything to do with cum basically.

• Homeboy has some thick white cum, I just know it. Another massive load fella, however he can (or prefers rather) only cum once.

Don’t get me wrong, he will make you cum multiple times if you want, but he’s fine with one thanks. Also, he probably isn’t that much into messy sloppy sex, so he cums either inside you or in your mouth, nowhere else (there are some exceptions to this but they’re oddly specific and rare so).

♡彡 D = Dirty Secret : Share a dirty secret of theirs.

• If he knows he’s gonna go on a long trip because of his job, he’s going to ~borrow some of your panties to masturbate with.

He usually borrows two, one that has your scent all over it, and another one to wrap around his cock as he jerks off. Sometimes (if you guys happen to be on a call), he might forget to pull it away before he cums, which ends up putting him in a bad mood because now he has to wash it and it won’t smell like you anymore :(

♡彡 E = Experience : How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

• He’s not very experienced to be honest, I feel like he may had had some hookups here and there but they were probably kinda shitty and awkward. So you’re going to have to guide him a little bit the first couple of times, good thing he’s a quick learner lol.

♡彡 F = Favorite Position : Self explanatory

• Boring man probably doesn’t have one istg 🙄🙄

Jk he isn’t boring, but yeah he probably doesn’t have one, as long as he can get a good look of your face while you’re at it it’s fine with him.

♡彡 G = Goofy : How serious are they during the moment? Do they like to joke around?

• He literally looks like this 😐🧍like 98% of the time, do you really think he’s gonna start acting up now?????

If you laugh at something doing the deed with him he’s gonna look at you dead in the eyes until you stop laughing so he can continue, and it’s kinda scary ngl (or even more funny depending on the situation).

♡彡 H = Hair : How well groomed are they? Does the carpet matches the drapes?

• I kinda headcannon that he’s more on the thick hairy side, however he always trims himself down there, he doesn’t like to look unkept in some way (or at least that’s what he thinks idk). And yeah of course it matches, actually I feel like it’ll be curlier than his actual hair (but you’ll probably never get to see that lol).

♡彡 I = Intimacy : How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

• His love language is acts of service, that’s literally canon. So he probably won’t be too romantic or intimate per se, but he will definitely make sure you’re having the time of you life when you’re with him. He might even care more about getting you off rather than himself.

♡彡 J = Jack off : Masturbation headcannon.

• I feel like he probably didn’t really masturbate that often until you guys got together. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the sex, he does, a lot. Actually, I feel like his sex drive might have increased after the first couple of rounds of actually enjoyable sex with you. However, he probably has to go on trips a lot because of his job, and that’s where he finds himself missing you in many ways, including in bed.

♡彡 K = Kink : One or more of their kink.

• Surprisingly enough, he isn’t that kinky, but there are a couple of things that he does enjoy, like:

— praise (both ways), scratching and biting (receiving), edging (both ways), and he probably has a mild size and breeding kink. Oh, and he also kinda likes when you suck on his fingers.

♡彡 L = Location : Favorite place to do it.

• The bedroom. Easy, comfortable and private, pretty much perfect in his opinion.

♡彡 M = Motivation : What turns them on/keep them going?

• Your praise, and when he can tell that you’re enjoying yourself.

He has sub tendencies (*ahem* might actually sub if asked nicely) so tell him that he’s doing so well or that he’s making you feel so good and he might cum right there and then.

♡彡 N = No : Something that they wouldn’t do/turn off’s

• Anything public, extreme degradation and extreme impact play or something like that.

I don’t think I really have to go in depth as in to why not, but let’s just say that he’s a reserved guy who’s very aware of his size and strength and how mean he can get if he wants to.

♡彡 O = Oral : Preference on giving/receiving, skill, etc.

• Being completely honest, he might prefer receiving a little more, but he also loves getting you off multiple times only with his mouth so...

He wasn’t very skilled tbh (he was pretty bad actually let’s be real here), but with some practice and your guidance he got pretty damn good ngl. You trained him well >:)

♡彡 P = Pace : Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc

• Fast and rough by nature baby.

However he will slow down if asked, and during the first few times.

♡彡 Q = Quickie : Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.

• Not the biggest fan really, but still enjoys a casual quick blowjob/handjob every once in a while.

♡彡 R = Risk : Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.

• If you happen to have a kink that he either never heard about before, or didn’t really pay attention to, than he might be more open to experiment it with you and indulge you in it. However if they’re way too extreme he might hesitate and hold back a bit. He enjoys a couple of risks, as long as it’s between his and your boundaries.

♡彡 S = Stamina : How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

• Are you kidding he can almost literally go on forever if you wanted to. He lasts pretty long actually, he has good self control after all ;)

♡彡 T = Toys : Do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or his partner?

• Probably wouldn’t really think about buying some unless you bring it up. You guys probably own a couple of basics (bullet vibrators and maybe a dildo), so he can use them on you. Wouldn’t mind if you use them on him when he subs tho.

♡彡 U = Unfair : How much do they like to tease?

• He doesn’t tease often because it’s not really his thing, HOWEVER, when he does tease... let’s just say that you’re in for a ride.

His way of teasing it’s almost torture tbh, and it’s mainly touches, or some warning of what he’ll do to you if you’re the one teasing too much. He mainly does it to stop you from teasing him, but this doesn’t mean that you won’t feel a hand going up your thighs randomly every once in a while.

♡彡 V = Volume : How loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.

• He isn’t really that loud, and he doesn’t make much sound sadly. It’s mainly deep grunts and gasps, might moan when he cums after a while.

♡彡 W = Wild card : A random headcannon for the character.

• He only subs when he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, and subconsciously needs for someone to take care of him. Or if he knows that that’s what you like and he wants to make you happy lol.

♡彡 X = X-Ray : Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

• He’s a proud member of the thicc cock gang and you cannot tell me otherwise.

No but fr, he’s t h i c k, barely above average length, but thick. I feel like it might be a little darker than the rest of his skin, and the tip gets pretty red easily. Pretty veiny too, and he’s uncut.

♡彡 Y = Yearning : How high it their sex drive?

• It wasn’t too high before, but it kinda is now. He kinda became addicted to how you feel around him ngl, and also he likes how it helps him relax~

♡彡 Z = Zzz : How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards.

• He gets less tense after it for sure, but he doesn’t really get sleepy. He can do it and than carry on with his day (after making sure you’re alright of course) if needed, or he can also let you cuddle against him and get some rest if he wanted to.

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summerwritesfics · 3 years

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🩷Gift And Take

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 8186 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Birthday sex, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Restraints, Harness, Collars, Gags, Ring Gag, Writing on skin, Butt plugs, Anal sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Praise kink, Biting, Marking, Come Marking, Groping, Nipple play, Orgasm delay/denial, Multiple Orgasms, Hand jobs, Thigh fucking/Intercrural sex, Sexual Frustration, Punishment, Spanking, Cock warming, Vibrators, Sex Toys, Deep Throating, Dirty talk, Mirror sex, Overstimulation, Crying, Aftercare, Bathing/Washing, If you can't tell this is the horniest thing I've ever written

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Notes: Soooo, it's actually my birthday. I usually don't make much of a fuss tbh, but it's my 30th and I thought it'd be nice to write myself a little something. I crammed so many kinks that either I have or I've been dying to try writing into this. It is pure self indulgence, but figured I'd share it anyway, who knows, maybe you guys share my idea of a good time XD So, yeah. Happy birthday to me, enjoy this filthy fucking.

Hanzo watched his students intently, the spars were pretty evenly matched but even then there was still points where he could offer advice. Correct forms and stances, a better way to grip their weapons. His students were talented, but there was always work to be done.

It was even better that none of his students knew it was his birthday.

It wasn't so much that he was upset about getting older. No, it was more that he hated the idea of people fussing over him. In the past he had always had quiet birthdays with his family. Maybe a few well wishes, but not the big fancy parties he'd seen others have. And he liked it like that. His own real plan today was an evening with Kuai Liang, and while he was certain Kuai was planning something, he was assured in the knowledge whatever it was would only involve the two of them.

"How's training going, Grandmaster?"

Hanzo was brought out of his thoughts, realising Takeda was now standing next to him. He frowned, he hadn't been expecting his chujin to be here today. He hoped it wasn't a bad sign that someone (who's name may or may not have began with J) was planning some sort of big surprise party for him.

"It is going well, thank you," he answered, trying to read Takeda's body language. He was standing rather casually, not seeming like he was plotting or hiding something. "I didn't realise you were planning on being here today."

"Oh. I'm not here long, I just... Uh... Had to deliver something." Suspicious, very very suspicious.

Still Hanzo had no real rebuttal, he'd just have to take it at face value. It was about time for the training session to end anyway, so if Takeda really was planning something, it would all become clear soon. He excused himself, gaining the students attention. He summarised what the take away from the lesson was, answered any remaining queries and then finally dismissed them for the day. When he turned back to Takeda, he had an enormous grin on his face. Shit, this was when he was going to roped to going somewhere for a surprise party wasn't it?

"Is there a problem Takeda?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest and trying his best to seem neutral.

"Nope. Everything is fine, thanks Grandmaster," Takeda replied before bowing slightly. Hanzo continued to eye him with suspicion. "So did you have any plans for tonight?"

Oh here we go. "I plan to retire to my room and enjoy a quiet evening to myself." Somehow, Takeda's grin was even larger after hearing this.

"Ah I see, that sounds like a good idea," Takeda agreed, and Hanzo paused. What did that mean? "Well I guess I'll leave you to that then! Have fun, Grandmaster," Takeda cheerfully added, bowing before quickly making an exit, leaving Hanzo to wonder what the fuck just happened.

If Takeda was there to lure him to a surprise party, he was doing an awfully shitty job of it. Unless the party was set up in Hanzo's personal quarters, in which case it would make sense that Takeda wouldn't stop him. He rubbed his face. Great. He really didn't like anyone being in his quarters, the only exception was Kuai Liang. He supposed he'd better show up and try to disperse whoever had gathered.

He turned heel and headed off down the hallway. Keeping his head down he tried to make it as quickly as he could. As he got to his door, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever awaited him. He slid it open and stepped inside.

However, when he entered there was no sudden call of surprise. There were no balloons or party poppers or loud obnoxious cheers. No, there was nothing, the room was empty.

Except...

Bent over his desk was Kuai Liang.

When he'd heard the door open, Kuai had lifted his head slightly, looking a little apprehensive but calming down when he saw it was Hanzo. He couldn't greet Hanzo, he had a ring gag in his mouth keeping it wide open and ready for use. Hanzo raised an eyebrow, Kuai was completely naked but it looked like he was also wearing a collar and a harness of some kind.

"Well, this wasn't the surprise I was expecting," Hanzo commented, carefully closing and locking the door behind him. As he walked over, he could see that Kuai's wrists had cuffs on them, clipped to the harness and pulled behind his back. "Although I do appreciate this a lot more."

Kuai groaned in response. As Hanzo walked around the desk he could see cuffs on Kuai's ankles too, chained to the legs to the desk. There was a beauty and vulnerability to it that Hanzo appreciated. It was entirely possible someone who wasn't Hanzo could have walked in and found him like this, no doubt why Kuai looked so relieved upon seeing Hanzo. He reached his hand to Kuai's arm, lightly stroking down it.

He slowly walked around the desk, now standing behind Kuai Liang. He tilted his head, as he looked at the cryomancer's ass.

Scrawled across in black marker were the words "happy birthday".

There was a second where he just stood and admired the handy work. It was rough but extremely legible, and Hanzo couldn't help but wonder how he'd achieved it. Did someone help him with this? Clearly Takeda had helped Kuai sneak into the grounds without anyone noticing, but he highly doubted Takeda knew quite what Kuai was planning to do.

He didn't ask, just grabbed one of Kuai's cheeks, squeezing and pulling it apart. He could see a plug, and a wetness, clearly Kuai had prepared himself in advance. How long exactly had he been here?

That and the rest of his questions could wait, especially seeing as Kuai couldn't physically answer them anyway. Right now, he was more interested in the opportunity presented to him.

He had been given a birthday gift, and it would be rude to refuse it.

"Well then," Hanzo said with a chuckle, gently slapping Kuai's ass as he did. "I hope you realise what you've let yourself in for," he commented, leaning down over Kuai enough to nip at his earlobe, before whispering "I've been given a gift, and I intend to use it most thoroughly."

Kuai moaned, nodding his head and rocking his hips back to grind against Hanzo's crotch. He chuckled, Kuai's enthusiasm for just letting Hanzo have his way with him was really just the cherry on top. He pressed a kiss into Kuai's neck, before opening his mouth. He sunk his teeth into Kuai's skin, sucking on it. He pulled away, admiring the mark he'd left. He licked at it, before moving down slightly and repeating the action. Kuai always looked his best when he was marked up, when every one could see from just a glance that he belonged to Hanzo.

He pulled back, trailing his hands down Kuai's sides as he stood up. His hands reached back to Kuai's ass, and he took the chance to grope it. He loved all of Kuai's body, the man was beautiful from head to toe, but he'd be lying if he said that Kuai's ass wasn't his favourite part. He loved how it felt beneath his hands, how it looked when Kuai wore trousers slightly too tight for him, how it bounced when he thrust inside him, and especially how pretty it looked with red handprints over it.

Speaking of...

Hanzo slapped again, harder than he had previously. Kuai jerked, attempting to lift his legs before the cuffs stopped him. Hanzo pulled the cheeks apart, taking a second to admire the plug. He gripped the base, twisting it, he could see Kuai clench around it. He pulled it out slightly, enjoying how Kuai's hole was forced to open. When there was only the tip left in, he put both thumbs on the base and pushed it back in. Kuai groaned and pulled at the restraints on his wrists.

Hanzo glanced across the room, he saw the lube already out and placed very deliberately on the bedside table. He huffed in amusement, giving another quick slap to Kuai's ass before going to retrieve it.

"So many ways I could use you," Hanzo said as he slowly began to return. He smirked at the way Kuai tried to twist his head to watch him. "I am going to savour every second of this, and you are going to take everything I throw at you." When he finally returned to his position, he reached down to pull the plug out of Kuai's ass. "Because you're my good boy, aren't you?"

Kuai made a whine in response, no doubt at Hanzo using that particular weakness against him. Still he arced his back, desperately presenting himself to Hanzo. He laughed, reaching to unzip himself and pull his clothes down just enough to pull his dick out. He slowly poured lube onto his hand, before reaching to stroke himself and slick himself up. Kuai was doing his best to look over his shoulder and watch.

Satisfied that he was prepared, he grabbed Kuai's hip with one hand while the other held his own cock. He pressed the tip of his dick against Kuai's hole, before slowly slipping in. Kuai's hands clenched, but he tried his best to push back against the intrusion. Hanzo went to grab Kuai's hips, keeping him still as he bottomed out.

"That's it," Hanzo growled, closing his eyes and savouring the warmth surrounding his cock. Considering Kuai Liang tended to be cold to the touch, it always fascinated Hanzo how it seemed internally to be the opposite.

Hanzo drew back until only the tip of his dick was inside. He paused, watching Kuai trying to fight against the hands holding him down and the restraints. Hanzo laughed, it was unlike Kuai to be so impatient. How long had he been here, waiting for Hanzo to come in and take him? It must have taken him a while to set up, and once he was in place he didn't really have much choice but to hold tight and wait.

Kuai attempted to push back again, resulting in Hanzo slapping his ass again. "Aren't you always telling me to have patience?" Hanzo questioned, he began to thrust, but only barely, the movements shallow and barely reaching further that the tip. "It seems like you need to take your own advice." Kuai apparently got the message, and stopped moving. "There, that's better."

He continued the small movements, very much enjoying the look of conflict on Kuai's face. He wanted more, Hanzo could tell, but he knew that trying to get it himself would just result in Hanzo denying him. He slowed down further, Kuai flexing his fingers. It was nice to see him being the frustrated one, and maybe he shouldn't feel quite as triumphant as he did about that.

Without warning he thrust forward, driving the entire length of his cock inside. Kuai jolted, making a loud gasp as he did. Hanzo dug his fingers into Kuai's hips as he rocked into a suddenly brutal pace. Kuai wanted things to go faster, Hanzo would give him that. The desk under Kuai creaked with every movement, and Hanzo could only hope it would survive this brutal treatment.

Hanzo stopped still when he was completely inside Kuai, watching the other man attempt to catch his breath. Hanzo lent over, pressing kissed between Kuai's shoulder blades, before the straightened back up and pulled out completely. Kuai whimpered at the loss.

"Shh, you won't be empty for long," Hanzo whispered, tracing a finger around the rim of Kuai's hole. He reached back for the plug, and slowly pushed it back in place. Kuai made a small disapproving sound. "I know you'd prefer my cock, but you have another hole I'm interested in using right now."

Kuai blinked a few times, before nodding. Hanzo bent down to uncuff Kuai's legs from the desk. He decided to keep Kuai's hands bound however. Once his ankles were free, Kuai rolled his them and bent his knees, once more reminding Hanzo that he was likely here for a while before he arrived. When Hanzo stood back up, he grabbed Kuai by the waist and hauled him to his feet.

He arranged Kuai to be against the wall, facing him. Like this he could appreciate how hard Kuai was, the head of his cock glistening with precum. Hanzo's hands grasped Kuai's shoulders, before pushing the man down until he was on his knees. Kuai looked up at him, wide blue eyes staring with anticipation. Hanzo grabbed Kuai's hair with one hand, while he used his other to hold his dick. He patted it against Kuai's face a few times, causing him to wince slightly.

Slowly he started to feed it into Kuai's mouth, the ring gag keeping him nice and open the entire time. He slowly began to move, holding Kuai's head still as he slowly worked himself in and out. He hit the back of Kuai's throat, causing him to gag slightly. Hanzo gave him a second to readjust his breathing, before trying again. This time he hit without issue.

"Use your tongue," he ordered, as he slowly began to increase speed ever so slightly. Kuai complied with his request, his tongue trailing and lapping and the underside of Hanzo's cock. He groaned, "yes, that's it, keep going."

Kuai practically purred around his cock at the praise, closing his eyes and swirling his tongue further.

"Fuck," Hanzo muttered under his breath. He rubbed circles in the back of Kuai's head with his thumbs. "You always look so perfect sucking my cock," he complimented, Kuai's eyes fluttered open and Hanzo could practically see the pride shining in them.

It was cute, really, how such a small compliment made Kuai's eyes light up. There was always an underlying sadness to it, however. A man so starved of affection, finding it wherever he could. But the praise made Kuai happy, and Hanzo was more than willing to indulge anything that made him happy.

"Hm, do you want me to cum in your mouth or on your face?" He casually asked, trying to resist the urge to laugh as Kuai glared at him as if to say "are you fucking kidding me". "Ah, right, your mouth's a little preoccupied at the moment." He pushed himself in as far as he possibly could. "Blink once for mouth, twice for face."

Kuai very deliberately blinked twice in quick succession.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he replied.

He released Kuai's head, before pulling out of his mouth. Kuai continued to look up, positioning himself in an appropriate place. Hanzo returned a hand to Kuai's head, while his other wrapped around his dick. He stroked himself rapidly, and it didn't take long for him to come, aiming for Kuai's face. As his cum splashed down on him, Kuai closed his eyes. He stroked Kuai's hair to indicate he was done, Kuai's eyes opening again.

And god he looked so good, naked and wide eyed with cum dripping down his face.

"Beautiful," Hanzo purred, watching Kuai blink and lick his lips beyond the gag. He bent down and kissed a spot on Kuai's forehead that was clean, before whispering, "I'm not done with you yet, do you think you can continue being good for me?"

Kuai groaned, chest heaving, as he nodded.

"Good boy."

He quickly discarded the rest of his clothes before he reached down and hauled Kuai over his shoulder, carrying him across to the bed. Instead of throwing him on the bed, Hanzo sat down on the edge, before settling Kuai on his lap facing him. He reached down and behind Kuai to his ass again.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?" Hanzo commented, squeezing and letting his finger tips really feel the muscle there. Kuai groaned, likely because Hanzo was generally very vocal about it. He released one hand, stroking up Kuai's side before landing in the middle of his chest. "Hm, but I think your chest is a close contender."

He brought his other hand up, both hands now feeling at Kuai's pecs. He thumbed at Kuai's nipples, rubbing them in circles. Hanzo pinched them, causing Kuai to jump slightly at the sensation. Hanzo chuckled at the reaction, tugging on them gently, watching Kuai try to follow him to alleviate the stretch slightly. Hanzo released them, lent down to take one in his mouth, sucking at the sensitive nub as Kuai squirmed on his knee. He bit down lightly, pulling it with his teeth and drawing out a whine. He opened his mouth wider, teeth now digging in around Kuai's nipple, and he bit down and sucked to leave yet another claim upon his lovers body.

He let go, leaning back to admire the red imprint of his teeth around Kuai's nipple. It would bruise nicely. Deciding the other nipple deserved a matching mark, he went to repeat the action. This time as his teeth sunk in, he reached down to grasp Kuai's cock. Touching the head, Hanzo could feel how slick with precum Kuai was already. He sucked harder on the nipple in his mouth as he used his hand to spread the precum along Kuai's length. He could feel Kuai bucking his hips, although very subdued, not wanting to cause any sort of serious damage with Hanzo's teeth buried in him.

Hanzo unlocked his jaw from Kuai's chest, giving the wound a final lick before he reclined. He hadn't quite broken the skin, but it was close. He pressed a kiss in the middle of Kuai's chest, continuing to pump his cock with his hand. Kuai began to fuck into Hanzo's hand, strangled sounds coming from his throat. His movements became desperate, far more jerky and his entire body began to tense.

"Are you going to cum?" Hanzo questioned, and Kuai nodded frantically. Hanzo smirked as he let go of Kuai's cock. Kuai made a distressed sound, as he stilled, looking at Hanzo with wide eyes. Hanzo chuckled and kissed under Kuai's jaw. "You won't cum until I say so," Hanzo ordered, bouncing the other man on his knee a few times. Kuai squirmed but nodded his head again to confirm his obedience. Hanzo kissed under his jaw again, "so good for me."

Hanzo wrapped his arms around Kuai's waist again, manhandling him until he was on the bed and lying on his side. Hanzo settled next to him, pushing his chest against Kuai's back. He kissed Kuai's neck, arm looping around to tweak Kuai's sore nipples again. Kuai twisted his head slightly, trying to look at Hanzo. Hanzo kissed his cheek, taking care to avoid the cum drying on the mans face. This seemed to satisfy Kuai, who set his head back down.

Hanzo reached down to his cock, guiding it into Kuai's bound hands. He could see Kuai's brow crease, like he wasn't sure what he was feeling, and Hanzo had to stifle a laugh when those same eyebrows shot up in a comical fashion when realisation sunk in. He didn't need to be told what to do, and closed his hands around Hanzo's length. Hanzo smirked and gave an experimental thrust.

"Grip it just a little tighter," he ordered, feeling Kuai's adjust to grasp a little harder. Hanzo thrust again, the friction a lot more to his liking this time. "That's it, keep it just like that."

Kuai did as he was told, as Hanzo slowly worked himself in Kuai's grasp. He went slow, enjoying the way Kuai's fingers dug in just the right places. He gained a rhythm, giving a closed mouthed groan of pleasure.

He ran a hand down Kuai's side, causing him to shiver. His hand continued down until he reached Kuai's thigh. Yet another part of Kuai's body Hanzo adored. They were muscular, one of the strongest parts of his body. The first time Hanzo had eaten Kuai out, the grip of his thighs were so powerful Hanzo was sure that one wrong move would break his neck. He'd never been turned on by such a potentially dangerous situation in his life.

He pulled his cock free, his musing on Kuai's thighs leading to a desire he rarely acted on. He briefly left the bed to retrieve the lube again, but quickly returned. He sat against the head board, once more pulling Kuai up onto his lap. He spread Kuai's legs, noting the confused look on the other mans face. He bit Kuai's ear as he poured lube onto the inners of Kuai's thighs. Kuai made a sound as if it suddenly clicked in his mind what Hanzo wanted to do.

Once he was satisfied, Hanzo reached for his cock, and adjusted Kuai until it was between his thighs. When he'd finished, Kuai once again didn't need prompting to know that he needed to close his legs. Hanzo wrapped one arm across Kuai's chest, while the other reached down to keep Kuai's legs closed. He bent his legs in a way to give himself purchase and he thrust up.

The feeling of his cock sliding between Kuai's thighs was heavenly and he made note to do this more often. His movements were slow, silky smooth thanks to the lube. He watched, every time he drove up he could just about see the head of his cock between Kuai's flesh. He closed his eyes, kissing Kuai's neck as he chased his pleasure. He could feel Kuai's muscles flex against his dick. He had no doubt Kuai could also feel every inch of Hanzo's cock, and that just made it all the sweeter. He picked up the pace.

Until he felt Kuai writhe against him.

Hanzo opened his eyes, worried that he was holding a little too tightly and making Kuai uncomfortable. He realised Kuai was attempting to slide further down Hanzo's lap. It looked like he was attempting to get low enough for Hanzo's cock to be at his ass. He wasn't sure what Kuai expected to happen, but it was clear he wanted Hanzo inside him. Hanzo smirked, it was always delightful when Kuai was desperate to be fucked, it made it all the more fun to deny it.

He pulled Kuai back up, the man whining as he did. Kuai turned his face to give Hanzo a pleading look. Hanzo just laughed, tightening his hold to stop him from trying to move again.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated with me," he commented as he started to fuck Kuai's thighs harder. "How am I supposed to resist when you look so pretty like this."

Hanzo was pushing up so hard that Kuai was bouncing on his lap with every thrust. Orgasm was quickly approaching again and he wanted Kuai to watch when he did. He reached up to grab Kuai's chin, roughly aiming his head down just in time before Hanzo came. As the head of his cock emerged between Kuai's thighs, a shot of cum squirted out. He continued to grind his cock, slowly coating Kuai's thighs with his seed. Kuai took a shuddering breath, despite his previous attempt to get Hanzo to fuck his ass instead, it seemed Kuai enjoyed the sight of himself covered in cum as Hanzo did.

Ah. Right. That moment of misbehaviour. As Hanzo finished up, he smirked, realising he couldn't exactly let that go unpunished now could he.

"Don't think I've forgotten your misbehaviour just then," he commented, lightly biting at Kuai's shoulder. "I thought you were going to be good for me." Kuai made an apologetic sound and nuzzled his head against Hanzo's. "I'm going to have to discipline you, maybe then you'll remember your place, hm?"

Kuai nodded in agreement, and Hanzo pressed one more kiss to the mans temple, before he flipped him over. He settled Kuai sideways over his knee, making sure Kuai's ass was directly under him. He gently rubbed his cheeks, already slightly red from previous impact, but Hanzo smirked knowing how much redder it would be once he was done.

"I think 10 is a reasonable number, don't you?" He asked. Kuai looked over his shoulder and nodded slightly. Usually Hanzo would have Kuai count aloud, but with the gag in his mouth that wasn't feasible, Hanzo would have to come up with a more creative way of keeping count. "Every time I hit, I want you to uncurl a finger as the count, okay?"

Kuai closed his fists and gave another nod. Hanzo was quick to administer the first slap, delighting in the way Kuai's ass bounced at the impact. Kuai uncurled a finger. Hanzo moved to the other cheek, smacking down again, the sound ringing out in the otherwise quiet of the room. Kuai uncurled a second finger.

The next two slaps, Hanzo did in quick succession, just to see if Kuai could keep up. When two more fingers uncurled Hanzo laughed, he guessed he couldn't outfox him then. It went on, every time Hanzo slapped down, Kuai would add another digit to the count. At around 7, Kuai's legs had begun shaking. 8 his breathing started to get heavier. At 9 Hanzo felt Kuai's hard cock rub against his lap.

"Only one more, okay?" He assured Kuai, pulling his arm back above his head and hitting down with far harder force than previous. Kuai jerked in his lap, his last finger uncurling more from shock than an actual conscious attempt to keep count. Hanzo would let him get away with that however.

He pushed Kuai onto his back, petting his face as he asked "are you going to behave now?" Kuai nodded in response. "I'm going to need you to prove it."

He picked Kuai up, this time having him lie between his legs, head at his crotch. He easily guided his cock into Kuai's mouth, pushing him down until he was about half way down. Hanzo picked up his phone and set a timer for two minutes. He showed it to Kuai Liang, who was looking up at him.

"Stay still like that for two minutes, and I'll let you have a reward," Hanzo offered, Kuai blinked in response. Hanzo ran his hand through Kuai's hair as he hit start on the timer. "Let's see."

Hanzo lent back, watching the timer start to count down. When he looked down to Kuai he could see the other man's eyes closed, desperately concentrating on keeping still. Hanzo reached down to stroke his hair, causing Kuai to purr around his cock. He checked the timer to see there was still 1 minute and 30 seconds left.

Occasionally he felt Kuai's tongue rub against his length, but from the feel of it he was likely just adjusting so he felt more comfortable. Kuai's eyes opened and he looked at Hanzo before his pupils flicked over to the phone. Hanzo understood the silent question, holding up the phone to Kuai just in time for the count to flick down to 1 minute.

"You're doing well, just a little longer," Hanzo encouraged. Kuai breathed heavily out of his nose, sounding extremely satisfied. Hanzo could see a bit of drool drip from the corner of Kuai's mouth, and he felt Kuai swallowing, trying to keep it at bay. The count revealed 30 seconds left on the clock.

Hanzo gently bucked his hips upwards, feeling proud when Kuai didn't react. He held still and rode out Hanzo thrusting up into his throat, before finally the alarm rang out to signal the time was up. Even as he shut off the alarm however, Kuai didn't move. Hanzo smiled at that.

"Good, seems you're right, a man is never too old to learn," he commented, gently taking Kuai's head in his hands and pulling him off his cock. He kissed Kuai's temple again before saying, "now, let's see what I can do about that reward, shall we?"

He got off the bed, walking over to his drawer, and pulling one open. He moved aside his clothing to reveal a secret compartment. Inside he shifted through the various instruments of pleasure he had, finally settling on a particular vibrator he knew was Kuai Liang's favourite. Putting everything back in place he quickly made his way back to the bed. When Kuai spotted the vibrator he made an approving sound, pulling on the restraints on his hands.

"Someone's eager," Hanzo teased as he slicked the toy up with lube. "Face down, love."

Kuai barely waited, letting himself flop onto the bed. He brought his knees up, pushing his ass in the air. Hanzo was behind him in no time, hooking his fingers into the buttplug and pulling it free. He didn't leave Kuai empty for long, as he flicked the vibrator on and slowly worked it inside. Kuai's back arched and he let out a wobbly moan as it sunk inside him. Hanzo adjusted the straps of the harness slightly, using one to help keep the vibrator pushed inside.

Satisfied, Hanzo crawled back around Kuai's front. He lifted Kuai's head with a hand and positioned him at his cock again.

"I noticed a few messages on my phone I need to reply to, keep my cock warm while I reply to them will you?" He asked, Kuai blinked before nodding once more. Hanzo guided him down again, cock once more slipping into the warmth of Kuai's mouth. "You don't have to keep still this time, but don't take my cock out of your mouth, alright?"

Kuai blinked and licked at Hanzo's length in response. He chuckled and pet Kuai's head before reaching for his phone. As he flicked through his messages he could feel Kuai suck on him slightly, keeping mostly still but allowing himself far more slack than previously. Hanzo concentrated on his phone. The text's were mostly Birthday wishes, he wondered how exactly word got out, but was thankful that celebrations had been contained to text.

He took his time writing out small thank you's for the well wishes. Kuai moaned around Hanzo's cock, a quick glance revealed he was straining against the restraints and trembling slightly.

"Remember, you can't cum until I say you can," Hanzo reminded him, reaching down to card his hand through Kuai's hair as he hit send on another text. Kuai whined, screwing his eyes shut. "Shh, you can do it."

The soft assurance placated Kuai, who began to concentrate on sucking and licking Hanzo's dick. Hanzo hummed in appreciation, rubbing the back of Kuai's head as he began to bob up and down. He sent one last thank you message, before putting his phone down on the bedside cabinet. He didn't tell Kuai to stop, just watched the other man work his cock.

Hanzo pulled out of Kuai, sitting the other man up, electing another groan as the vibrator moved inside him. Hanzo set him down on his back, before pulling his shoulders until his head was hanging off the bed. He knew Kuai would know what he was intending, but it wasn't fair to just go for it without some warning.

"I'm going to fuck your throat now," he casually claimed, rubbing the body part in question. "Breathe through your nose."

Kuai made a sound to indicate he understood, and Hanzo slowly entered his mouth. He wasn't quite sure how Kuai had gotten so good at taking it so deep in his throat, but god he was thankful he had. When they first started experimenting, Hanzo was always too worried to go deeper than half his length. That was until Kuai took initiative the one night and easily took his all cock in one full swoop. That didn't mean he shouldn't exercise caution with it however, there were a few times Hanzo had gone too fast or at a bad angle, and Kuai had ended up needing a minute to recover.

With that in mind he entered slowly, feeling the head of his cock hit Kuai's throat. As he started to push past, he could hear Kuai breathe through his nose. Good. And as he continued to go further, another advantage to this particular position began to show.

He could just about see the outline of his cock in Kuai's throat. Once buried to the hilt, he took a minute for Kuai to get used to it. As he did, he couldn't resist the urge to reach forward and feel where his cock rested deep inside the other man. He kept his hand on Kuai's throat as he pulled back, pushing slowly back in, starting a rhythm. He loved how he felt his hand go up and down as his cock made Kuai's throat bulge.

"Shit," he grumbled, his hips as he thrust a little harder, seeing how much he could get away with. "God you take my cock so well," he hissed between his teeth, as he risked going a little faster. There was no objection from Kuai Liang. "You were made for my cock, weren't you?"

Kuai couldn't reply, but he knew he enjoyed the dirty talk when Hanzo saw some precum leak from his cock. He pulled his cock out completely, listening to Kuai take a few deep breathes. While Kuai was distracted, Hanzo grabbed his own cock and stroked a few times. As he came again, some landed on Kuai's face, before he aimed for the other mans chest instead and soon a layer covered Kuai's pecs.

Much to Hanzo's amusement, once Kuai had caught his breath, he actually chased after Hanzo's cock trying to take it back in his mouth. Hanzo would usually oblige, but he thought Kuai deserved a little more.

Hanzo pushed Kuai back onto the bed, before striding across the room once again to grab the full body mirror in the corner of the room. While people never really brought up the mirror, he knew people found it strange for someone like him to have one like this. Little did they know it's true purpose wasn't to help Hanzo get dressed.

He placed it at the foot of the bed, once more taking his spot sat against the headboard, a nice position where he could get a good view of the mirror. He hauled Kuai up onto his lap yet again. He reached down, slipping the vibrator free, and putting it down on the cabinet. He parted Kuai's legs, with one hand while the other reached for Kuai's chin and made sure his gaze was squarely on the mirror.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, love," he ordered. Releasing his grip he was pleased to see Kuai didn't attempt to look away.

He reached for his cock, stroking a few times, already starting to get hard again in-spite of how many times he'd come already. He lifted Kuai up, and lined up with his hole, and slowly sunk him down onto his cock. In the mirror everything was bared for them both to see, the way Kuai slowly sunk down, how his hole opened to accommodate Hanzo's girth. He was stretched wide, rim red but still taking every inch of Hanzo like it was nothing.

Kuai himself looked wrecked, face red, covered in bite marks and bruises, and covered in dried cum. And he looked beautiful for it.

"Look at you," Hanzo muttered into Kuai's neck as he began to thrust up into his lover. "Look how your body welcomes me." He watched Kuai's face, his eyes fixed on the way Hanzo kept fucking into him. "This is what I mean when I say you were made for my cock." Kuai clenched around him, like he wanted Hanzo inside him forever. He stopped thrusting, and growled, "ride me, I want you to see how wonderful you look when you fuck yourself on my cock."

A small amount of drool dripped from Kuai's mouth, but he curled his legs on either side of Hanzo's lap. Hanzo held onto Kuai's arms to give him more stability, as Kuai started to lift himself up and down. Kuai's cock bobbed with his movements, so red and neglected, and Hanzo knew eventually he would give Kuai release, but it was too much fun to see him so desperate. The cryomancer never looked away from the mirror, absolutely enraptured by the view.

Hanzo pushed Kuai forward suddenly, the man making a yelping sound as he was throw face first towards the bed. He never hit the mattress however, as Hanzo's grip on his arms pulled him up on his knees.

He began thrusting without warning, pistoning in and out of the other man with such force every time their flesh it there was a loud audible slap. Hanzo looked into the mirror, watching as Kuai's eyes rolled back into the back of head. Hanzo's fingernails dug in, and he focused on chasing his pleasure. He grunted, the faster he went the nearer to another orgasm he came.

He pulled out just as he came again, his cum splattering across Kuai's ass cheeks and covering the birthday message written on his skin. He let go of Kuai, letting the other man flop harmlessly to the bed. He stroked, adding yet more of himself over Kuai's skin.

He sat back on his knees and caught his breath, looking at Kuai's cock dangling between his legs. He was impressed with Kuai's perseverance. Hanzo licked his lips, weighing up his options from this point on. He figured he still had one more load in him, and he did need to give Kuai relief. He grabbed Kuai's waist and pulled him back onto his lap yet again.

He took the vibrator, flicking it on to the highest setting before he pushed it back into Kuai's ass. The man fell back against him, his body shook and his breathing was heavy. He worked the vibrator in and out, driving it into Kuai's prostate. Hanzo's free hand reached to Kuai's cock, stoking it in time with his other hand. He heard Kuai take in a sharp breath, his body tensing, clearly trying to stop himself from cumming since he hadn't been given permission yet. Hanzo let go, reaching to gently massage Kuai's balls.

He kept alternating between jacking Kuai off and playing with his balls instead. His cock was slick with precum, and Hanzo couldn't help smearing it along Kuai's length. He rubbed his thumb over the head. Kuai bucked up into his hand and Hanzo let go again, pushing the vibrator hard against his prostate instead.

Then Kuai made a noise that sounded like a sob.

Hanzo paused, looking at the younger mans face. There were tears streaming down his face. Panic enveloped Hanzo's thoughts. Had he gone too far? Was Kuai hurt in some way? Did he need to stop? Kuai hadn't made any motion to say anything was wrong, could it just be overstimulation? He reached and brushed the tears from Kuai's cheeks.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, genuinely concerned. Kuai shook his head, and it did much to relieve Hanzo's anxiety, but it didn't hurt to check further. "Is this just overstimulation?" He wiped another tear from Kuai's eye as he asked, Kuai nodded.

Relief washed over him, the last thing he ever wanted was Kuai in genuine distress. These sexual exploits were supposed to be fun for both of them. There was a level of trust between them, they knew each others boundaries pretty well by this point. There was a reason Kuai felt comfortable offering himself like this without any discussion before hand. Hanzo would never forgive himself if he ever crossed one of those boundaries, even accidentally.

"Okay, good," Hanzo muttered, pulling the vibrator out anyway. "Just a little longer, alright? I'm going to fuck you one more time, can you hold out for me?" Kuai nodded and gurgled in approval, nuzzling his face against Hanzo's. Hanzo pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth as he whispered "that's my good boy."

He wasted little time settling Kuai back onto his cock. He wrapped his arms around Kuai's torso fucking up into him. Kuai practically melted into him, noises of pleasure in the back of his throat as Hanzo brushed against his prostate.

"That's it, that's the spot isn't it," he said encouragingly, taking care that when he began to move again that he hit that spot.

He was gentle as first, but as Kuai's moans started to sound needier and needier he found his hips snapping up in rough movements. He touched Kuai's chest, tweaking his nipples. Kuai whimpered, trying to twist away from Hanzo's hands. He let go, taking the hint. Instead he reached for Kuai's cock again, pumping it in time to his thrusts, Kuai gasping as he did.

"Do you want to come?" He asked, despite knowing the answer from the way Kuai was bucking up into his hand. "I need an answer." Kuai nodded vigorously, pushing himself down onto Hanzo's cock. Hanzo lent close to Kuai's ear, licking it before he whispered "come for me, Grandmaster."

Kuai practically screamed as he finally came, his semen coming out with such force it splattered all over his own torso. Hanzo stroked him all the way through his orgasm, milking him dry. There was so much, Kuai always came more than usual when he'd been denied for so long.

Kuai went completely limp in Hanzo's arms. Hanzo let go of Kuai's cock, still buried deep inside him. He was close himself, a minute more in Kuai's tight heat and he was likely to finish again himself. Kuai gave a tired moan as Hanzo continued to chase after his pleasure.

"Shh, it's okay, just a little longer," he whispered, Kuai's eyes closing. "I'm so close, going to fill you up, you want that, don't you?" Kuai's reply was a lethargic but approving purr. Hanzo laughed, "I knew you would."

He let his head fall back, and bottomed out as he came for the final time into Kuai's abused insides. He continued to fuck Kuai through his orgasm, making sure every drop was so deep inside. He didn't pull out straight away, basking in the glory was that this feeling and holding Kuai close to him as they both came down from the high.

This was undoubtably the best birthday gift he'd ever received.

Hanzo slid Kuai off him, gently settling him down on the bed. He took no time undoing all the clasps of the harness, as well as finally removing the gag from his mouth. Kuai gingerly stretched his arms, looking like he was trying to make sure they still worked. Hanzo rolled him onto his back, and immediately lent down to kiss every part of Kuai's face that didn't have dried cum on it.

"That was amazing, my love," he complimented between his fevourous kisses. "You were amazing, you did so well doing all that for me, my brilliant beautiful man." He finally finished kissing Kuai, pulling away to see the dopey lovestruck grin on Kuai's face. "What can I get for you?"

Kuai rolled his jaw and licked his lips. "Water," he croaked, throat clearly sore from the raw fucking it received. "Ibuprofen," he added. He blinked a few times, face reaching up to the cum on his face, before he looked down to view the rest of the cum staining his skin. He briefly grimaced and muttered "a bath."

"I can get all that for you," he said with a smile, pressing one last kiss onto Kuai's forehead before he stood up off the bed and scooped Kuai up into his arms bridal style.

He carried him into his private bathroom, setting him down on a seat. Turning the tap on the bath, he left it to fill as he walked over to the sink. He filled a glass with water, and reached into the medicine cabinet, popping out the requested ibuprofen. He walked back to Kuai, holding the glass and tablet out to him.

"Thank you," Kuai said with a smile as he took them off Hanzo, taking no time swallowing the tablet.

Hanzo turned his attention to the bath, it was almost full. "Is this too warm for you?" Hanzo didn't really feel heat like normal people, what he considered fine might be scalding to someone else. Especially Kuai Liang, who was extremely sensitive to heat.

Kuai dripped his fingertips in, before chancing more of his hand. "That's perfect."

Hanzo held out an arm as he hauled Kuai to his feet and held him steady as he got in the bath. Kuai sat down, the water rising around him. Hanzo grabbed a washcloth, passing it to Kuai who dunked it in the water before using it to clean off his face. While Kuai was busy and lent forward, Hanzo clambered into the bath behind him, settling down and pulling Kuai to his chest. Kuai finished cleaning his face before turning to nuzzle the underside of Hanzo's jaw.

"Did you enjoy your birthday present?" He asked in a jovial tone.

"Hm, very much so," Hanzo purred, wrapping his arms around Kuai's shoulders. "Thank you, Kuai Liang, it was wonderful." He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against Kuai's. "It makes me so happy to know you trust me so much with your body."

"You're welcome," Kuai sighed, reaching to the glass of water and taking a quick sip. "It took a lot of planning, so I'm glad it was worth it."

"Hm, I do admittedly have some questions about it," Hanzo added, tilting his head slightly. "I mean, I figured that Takeda helped you sneak in here, how much did he know?"

"Ah, he knew I wanted to surprise you, but not how." Kuai put the glass back down, before wringing out the wash cloth and starting to clean himself. "I didn't feel him trying to read my mind, but he is fairly perceptive so... He likely worked out sex was involved in some way."

"How long were you waiting there before I came in?" He asked, watching as Kuai very gingerly rubbed the cloth against the bites on his chest.

"About an hour and a half I think?" That explained why he was so desperate by the time Hanzo finally arrived.

"Last question," Hanzo promised, not wanting this time together to just be him being nosey. "Who wrote that message on your ass?"

Kuai turned to him slightly, his face going bright red right to the tips of his ears as he gave a sheepish grin and admitted "I wrote it. Like I said, lots of preparation, I've been practicing for months."

Hanzo snorted in an attempt to stifle his laughter. But when the image of a frustrated Kuai Liang repeatedly trying to write legibly on his own ass came to his mind, he couldn't stop the torrent. He sputtered, bringing his hand over his mouth as if it would help.

"I will not lie, I wasn't expecting that answer," Hanzo tried to excuse, but Kuai's only giggles implied he'd taken no offence. "I half expected you to say you got Johnny Cage to help you."

"Oh lord no!" Kuai's exclamation sounded offended by the mere idea. "If I'd asked him for help, I'd have never heard the end of it."

"True," Hanzo agreed, "and I guess now you have another skill to add to your resume."

"Ah yes, writing legibly on my own ass," Kuai said sarcastically as he sunk back down into Hanzo's chest, while bringing a leg up to clean his thigh. "I am sure it will be an invaluable skill to have."

"I'll find a way to make use of it," Hanzo growled with a low rumble, nipping at Kuai's earlobe as he said it.

Kuai laughed at this, finishing cleaning off his thighs before settling down and just letting himself enjoy being in the bath. It was a rare moment of peace. There was no sound other than their breathing. Hanzo could stay like this forever.

But he was pragmatic, knew that eventually they would have to leave this moment. As long as the next moment was shared with Kuai Liang, he had no doubt it would be just as perfect.

"You know," Hanzo started, letting his hands roam Kuai's body, "it's still my birthday for a few more hours."

"That is true, birthday boy," Kuai laughed and brought his hand up to Hanzo's chin, claiming his lips. "What did you have in mind?"

"Hm, well, some good food for a start." All that strenuous activity had definitely worked up his appetite. "And well, I'm sure after that I'll be able to think of more ways to use my present."

Kuai snorted, "you, my fire, are absolutely insatiable." Kuai lightly flicked Hanzo’s nose and stuck his tongue out. "But, I think your present could last a few more rounds."

Hanzo smirked, it looked like his birthday had only just begun.

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Title: One Shitty Friday Night (Part 1)

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Colossus x Shadowcat

Summary: Set after the events of Deadpool 2, you and your boyfriend Peter are on a double date downtown with your fellow X-Men Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) and Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat) when Deadpool and Russell arrive unexpectedly. Chaos and violence naturally ensues, including taking down mafia henchmen, dealing with news media and paparazzi who circle in with the action, and a jealous Peter. This will be concluded in Part 2 with the mixed reactions of Logan, Charles, and Erik when you all bring Wade and Russell back home, etc. 😄

Notes: For simplicity’s sake as Piotr R. is normally called “Peter” as well, he’ll just be referred to as Colossus here.

Warnings: Some alcohol use. And it’s Deadpool, so a lot of cursing and irreverent jokes of course. This started out as just crack!fic that became actual fic that had to be split into two parts because it hit post limit. Holy cow.

Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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Kitty all but snorted, trying to put her drink back down on the table before it could end up fully sideways instead as her laughter left her trembling.

Colossus sighed quietly, but you could still see the warmth in his eyes as he looked down at her before helping dab up some of her errant wine off the table with a thick cloth napkin.

It was late Friday night, and save for your semi disapproving, large and very Russian designated driver, the other three of you were now several drinks deep and a bit too loudly enjoying Peter’s retelling of the Led Zeppelin cover band debacle. You’d been there with him that night, but it never got old the way Peter told it.

“I shit you not, and this guy still keeps hitting on Jean.” Peter continued, his third nearly empty glass of craft beer still in hand. “Scott’s about to fry the dude. They’re playing Immigrant Song, and these lasers start up. All dudebros in the club go wild, and Scott tries to sneak off a warning shot. Freaking air balls it! I have to move like forty people and it still blows a damn hole in the wall. But nobody even noticed! Fake Robert Plant is screaming his heart out and everybody is just eating it up. I swear my Dad could have flown in there, cape billowing and they still would have thought it was part of the show!”

You were at risk of being elbowed in this small restaurant booth, with how animated Peter was as he spoke beside you. But you didn’t mind. The lighting was dim, possibly verging on romantic, the smell of good food from the kitchen reminded you of what was to come, and you were just enjoying time with some of your favorite people.

When Peter did finally drop his hand again though, the not so subtle movements of it then up your thigh also promised something much more personal later tonight. Maybe it was the warmth from the mixed drinks you were also nursing, but you shifted your leg a little, pushing even more into his touch under the table. Your movement just signaled your silent agreement to him that tonight would be a perfect night to be throwing clothes on the floor as soon as you got back to your shared room at the mansion.

It’d been a long, tiring week after all. Helping teach classes during the day and training your ass off in the danger room every night, you didn’t think it was unreasonable to cut loose a bit now.

Even Colossus was chuckling a little at last, but the big guy was always softest around Kitty. You in particular had been one of her biggest supporters when she’d first confessed her attraction towards him. You’d noticed his bashfulness with her as well, and all the little glances he’d given her long before she’d ever worked up the courage to ask him out.

But that seemed so long ago now, it was hard to really remember a time when they weren’t together. Almost as long as you and Peter really.

You glanced up as the waiter came back by to check on you all, saying your food would be out in a few more minutes and asking if anyone needed more drinks.

“Oh gosh, we’re really running up the tab right?” Kitty smiled.

You could see the little bit of relief in Colossus’ expression as she waved the waiter off though, her current wine glass still nearly full. “I’m fine for now, thank you.”

Peter glanced at you and you nodded as well. A buzz was fine, but you didn’t want to be climbing the mansion stairs full on drunk tonight. “I’m good.”

As the waiter left, your conversation got a little more subdued. You leaned into Peter somewhat, hip to hip in the booth as he put his arm around your waist.

Kitty was now talking about a movie she thought you should all go see next weekend if you could. You were just in the process of agreeing as you’d wanted to see it too, when Colossus suddenly went stock still, a look of real surprise on his face.

Kitty evidently noticed as soon as you did, you both staring up at him in unison.

“Do not turn around,” He instructed to you and Peter, eyes locked on something behind you.

Of course when told to do one thing, it would take everything in Peter’s willpower to not do the opposite. But to his credit he actually did hesitate. “Do we need to be dodging something? I mean, I can move us if I need to, man. You just gotta let me know.” Peter stated.

“I don’t think he’s seen us yet. Please do not draw attention.” Colossus responded, still frustratingly vague to the rest of you.

But he hadn’t metaled up yet, his skin still entirely human looking. So on the plus side, it couldn’t be someone he thought an immediate physical threat.

You glanced to Kitty for some hope of explanation as she was seated beside Colossus and facing the same direction. But she was too short in comparison to him, and couldn’t see all the way across the booth dividers as easily as he could. “Well who is it?” Kitty demanded quietly.

But you heard an impatient voice carry over clearly from the nearby restaurant entrance.

“Look, you know he’s here. I know he’s here. Don’t make me leave you guys a bad Yelp review. I will totally Karen that shit up. I’m just here for him.” A pause. “...And some of the cannolis. God, I love those things. You went a little scarce on the filling last time though. Don’t make me add that to the Yelp review.”

You heard the hostess stutter, fear evidently building. “Sir, firearms are not allowed in this restaurant. The owner, he, I...I can’t.”

There was a loud sigh from the man, the distinct sound of a gun cocking, and then all hell broke loose.

“WADE!” Colossus screamed, your entire table flipping as he stood up, metal now encasing him in this even larger form.

Abruptly you were now standing back by the entrance yourself. Peter had one arm around you, and the other around Kitty as he let you both go just as instantly, having just brought you there before he disappeared again.

That little flare up of vertigo from the speed and sudden stop didn’t mix well with the alcohol, and she and you both stood there another moment, queasy as Peter appeared again with an armful of guns.

It would have been comical as he clearly had no idea where to put them now, but everyone else that had still been in the restaurant was already screaming and running for the doors in a panic.

The owner of the multiple guns couldn’t care less about the crowd however, only turning his full focus to the lot of you then in exasperation.

“Oh my God, you anti second amendment, mother fuckers. I’m in the middle of a job here!”

“You can’t just point guns at innocent people, Wade! We have talked about this many times!” Colossus retorted, all seven foot of him now standing over Deadpool with paternal like annoyance.

“For fuck’s sake, it’s called a threat. I wasn’t going to kill her you overprotective, asshat! Now Giovanni is probably holed up in some pussy ass panic room, or he’s already ghosted me out the back door! And yes, I know that is such a stereotypical mob boss name and totally sounds like the Pokemon villain. Fuck him and his always trying to take Pikachu! He had a talking cat the whole time who just wanted his love, but no, got to have the electric rat. Fuck!”

“Language, Wade!” Colossus scolded. “There is still a child present!”

And honestly in all this insanity, that was the first time you actually noticed Russell also still standing there. Everyone else in the room had now fled out into the street.

“I’m fucking fourteen,” The boy replied defiantly. “And yeah, we were working!”

“Daddy and angrier metal daddy are just talking, hon.” Deadpool commented, waving a hand.

There was a small gust of air beside you and you looked to Peter knowingly. Wade’s guns were now all on a table, though intentionally still distant from your current position. “So I just made a couple laps.” Peter spoke up. “The cops are already coming, and there’s still a bunch of guys in the basement. They were opening some crates, probably getting weapons? I didn’t know if we were taking them out yet though. I didn’t touch anything. But is Giovanni like a big dude with gold rings and all?”

“I’m telling you besides the drug and human trafficking, it’s practically more criminal how much he sets back Italian-American stereotypes. They are an honest, manicotti making people goddamn it.” Deadpool answered.

You really were starting to regret the amount of drinks you’d had. If you’d known tonight was going to be anything like this, you would have gladly stuck to water. Your head was already trying to throb a little as you finally spoke. “So, does this guy actually have warrants out on him? If the cops come, they’re all going to end up shooting each other most likely. Can we just defuse this by giving him up to them?”

“I would say we assist to prevent unnecessary bloodshed, if that is the case, yes. I’m sure the Professor would prefer that.” Colossus agreed.

“Freaking goody two shoes, all of you.” Wade sighed. “But he has to get arrested or dead okay? I don’t get paid otherwise.” He paused though, then looking back up to Colossus before suddenly elbowing him. As if he’d even really feel that. “And hello rudeness, are you not going to introduce me to your little girls night out club here before we go bust some heads in a gratuitous X-Force/X-Men hotties crossover?”

“X-Force?” Kitty asked, sounding as already over this as could be.

“Well, we are a little empty on the roster at the moment. Some...unfortunate parachuting incidents. Wind advisory that day. You know how it goes.” Deadpool shrugged.

By her expression, no. She did not know how it went.

But the sooner you started, the sooner this could be over. Colossus motioned to each of you in turn, “Peter, (Y/N), and Kitty. These are my teammates and friends.” He nodded back to Deadpool, “And this is Wade.” And then to the boy. “And Russell.”

Of course you already knew who they both were. It’d been a bit of a scandal really, with the whole Essex House fiasco and the deaths that had occurred there. Fair or not, a lot of the blame had ended up on Juggernaut the second time around though you thought. Which is why Charles hadn’t had to deal with too much bad press in the aftermath.

You could not let this become another Essex House situation for the X-Men though. You were about to speak up about heading to the basement together and Deadpool staying out of your way so you all could neutralize everyone without any fatal hits, when he gasped dramatically, making you freeze again.

“Kitty!? Like an actual girl named Kitty? Oh my God, this whole time I thought you were his cat!” He hit his own leg, laughing. “I’m thinking, holy shit this guy loves his goddamn cat, but who am I to judge you know? I had a dog named Mr. Shuggums. Cutest little fucker.” He took a breath. “I miss him.”

“Wade.” Colossus groaned. “We do not have all night.”

Okay, so there was still something sweet about Colossus gushing about his girlfriend even to this manic mercenary. But no kidding, this show really needed to get on the road here.

“Guys, why don’t we just let Peter disarm them all, Colossus, you grab Giovanni, and Kitty and I deal with anyone who still resists? No one has to get hurt, and then it’s all done, easy.”

“And then we go find somewhere else to eat. Killing me here. I wanted that damn calzone and tiramisu.” Peter sighed, pulling his goggles back down over his eyes again. “More guns coming up.”

He disappeared at once, but when he didn’t return immediately as you were so accustomed to, you and Kitty exchanged a nervous look.

And after only another few seconds, your instincts told you something had definitely gone wrong.

“Is the basement directly beneath us?” You asked Deadpool sharply, already reaching out a hand to Kitty. Your adrenaline was starting, all good feelings gone as it was now time to act.

But you’d worked together long enough now, you didn’t have to explain your plan to her or Colossus.

Yet when the previously mouthy merc had no instant response, just staring at you in thought, it was clear he hadn’t done any recon beforehand at all. He’d literally just walked in here and expected everything to work out.

“Perfect.” Kitty said sarcastically, glancing quickly to Colossus as she took your hand. “You’re our backup, dear, in case our vertical entrance doesn’t work out. Come find us.”

“Always.” He said, already turning, his weight shaking the floor as he ran to look for any stairway downward while you and Kitty dropped straight through the floor.

It was surely a risk of its own to use her phasing ability so blindly as this. You could end up in a too small crawlspace, in underground piping, a sewer system, anything really. She’d make sure not to go solid until it was safe, as to not impale or bury you alive of course. But if Peter were in trouble, there was no time to waste by ending up at a dead end and having to go back up and try again.

You’d held your breath, as there was no way for you to process oxygen either as your lungs and every other part of you shifted through the other matter. It was darkness and insulation, pipes, and conduit that flashed by at first. But in the fractions of seconds that it took to fall, you had already powered up. The white light of your energy field overtaking your body, shielding you both as you did fall into a larger open area.

It was even darker than the restaurant above, all concrete and dampness. The glow from your body was the brightest thing there as much more men than you’d expected all turned in surprise. You saw the glint of multiple gun barrels now, but the thing you wanted to see most was Peter’s silver hair as you’d scanned the area for him instantly.

There was a stairwell in the distance. He was laying near the bottom of it. But you had no time to be shocked or afraid, only anger swelled as you released Kitty’s hand, making you solid again. “I’ll get him.” Was all you said. Letting her know to protect herself as you flew to him. Bullets couldn’t hurt her if she was ready for them. But Peter would be defenseless without one of you now, and by means of your power of flight you were the faster of you and her.

The man closest to Peter had a different kind of gun though you realized. Something you didn’t recognize at all as he aimed at you. You splayed your palms to create an energy shield in front of you as he pulled the trigger.

It didn’t make a sound though. But everything around you instantly distorted as pain exploded through you. You saw five or six of him now, as your feet hit the ground, unable to concentrate enough to fly then. But even as you stumbled, realizing your shielding wasn’t fully stopping whatever that weapon was doing, you were still able to expand your shield rapidly, hitting the man with the force of a car in your pain and sending him flying into a nearby wall, the weapon clattering to the ground lightly against his now limp body.

But you still felt like you were going to puke.

“Kill them you idiots!” Someone screamed.

You dropped yourself, laying over Peter just as quickly, grateful to feel him breathing as you focused through the pain to extend a shield around you both as the gunfire started.

“Bitch!” Another man yelled as Kitty just walked unharmed through all the flying bullets towards you.

“Shadowcat actually,” She said, skilled enough in her powers to choose what was solid and what wasn’t. Just the outside of her fist being all she needed to crush his nose in one punch with a squirt of blood, and only the end of her foot used as she swept her leg after to knock his own right out from under him.

Even among your own team, sometimes people could forget that that petite Jewish girl was about as skilled a martial artist as anyone could be.

“Babe?” You heard against your ear though, glancing back down to Peter. There was real relief even in the chaos as you saw him smile up at you.

He talked back against your ear in the noise as Kitty continued to utterly wreck the guys around you. “I fucked up a little, right? That gun...they already had it going, aimed at the door when I came back, a trap...I think I hit every stair on the way down...I still see like three of you right now.”

“Ditto.” You breathed.

And then there was another even louder noise as the remnants of a door also came flying down the stairs. Colossus barreled in behind it like a stampeding elephant, Deadpool right behind him as they leapt over the both of you and joined the fray.

“We found the basement!” Deadpool announced gleefully, swords swinging. “Don’t think they’d even locked the door back actually, but fuck if big Russki doesn’t love a dramatic entrance!”

For a moment you thought all your words about at least trying not to kill had been for nothing, thinking Deadpool was going to chop these men into literal pieces. But even as blood sprayed left and right, you realized he was just cutting tendons. The men then unable to hold their guns, unable to stand at all as he crippled each he reached in succession.

It was still completely horrific, but hell, how much could you really ask for from someone like him? Especially when you yourself had slammed that one man into a concrete wall as if he were a ragdoll. You glanced over anxiously for a moment, glad to see him shifting a little, but still crumpled exactly where you’d thrown him. He was alive, a small relief at least.

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Obviously the other gunmen hadn’t had a prayer either though once you’d all been down there together.

Colossus already had a still cursing Giovanni slung over one shoulder as you were now helping Peter back up and trying not to step in all the blood as you all walked over to Kitty.

“What a mess...very interesting weapon though,” She spoke of that odd gun that’d been used on you and Peter, it now in her hands as she turned it one way and then another examining it. “I’m bringing this back with us. The police don’t need anything like this. Hank and I can figure out how it works. And how to defend against it hopefully before we run into another one of these out in the field.”

“It seems this Giovanni was more a threat than expected,” Colossus said, giving the still squirming man an unhappy look, before looking back to you all. “Are you alright, Peter?”

“I’m still hungry.” Peter grumbled, an arm over your shoulder to still help stabilize him as his other hand went to his head as if it were pounding. He also had some bruising starting on his face, no doubt from his tumble down the stairs. “I wouldn’t have drank so damn much if I’d known we weren’t going to eat...”

With the speed of his metabolism, that alcohol likely was hitting him pretty hard now on his already empty stomach.

“We should turn this guy over and get out of here.” You agreed. Though you didn’t feel so hot yourself. Still a little nauseous from whatever that weapon did to your senses. But at least you weren’t seeing triple of everything anymore.

“Hold it, girl scouts!” Deadpool piped up, chipper as ever as he grabbed something at Giovanni’s neck before any of you could think to stop him.

The man choked just a moment though, before a piece of metal snapped off into Wade’s hands. It was a necklace, with a symbol of some sort. You saw just a glimpse of it before Deadpool pocketed it. “No proof of finishing the job, no payday for DP. No payday, then no liquor, no coke, no hookers. Am I right?”

It was too difficult to tell when if ever he was serious, and you all chose to ignore his comment, starting back up the stairs. The odd sounds of bullet fragments falling back down the stairwell caught Peter’s attention though as he gave a grossed out look to Wade for a moment.

The now impact deformed bullets were starting to work themselves back out of all the bloody holes in Deadpool’s costume. You knew where you’d seen that before of course, but Peter was the only one that actually said it aloud.

“Damn, you and Logan would be a pair.”

There was a pause, and you could swear even with the mask, you thought you saw Wade’s cheekbones move in a way that signaled he was outright grinning from ear to ear. “At least someone gets it. He still won’t return my calls though. Such a diva lately.”

Once you did get to the top of the stairs, you only found a very agitated Russell standing there, Wade’s guns in his arms. “You took long enough, the cops are outside you know. I’m not going back to jail for you!”

“Cool your tater tots, kid.” Deadpool responded lazily, in no hurry, but grabbing the weapons back to holster them all regardless.

“I could have finished this faster! I would have fried their asses!” Russell argued.

“You would have been shot. Fire does not stop bullets.” Colossus only answered matter of factly.

Russell made a face, but Wade cut him off before he could say any more.

“Now now, listen to metal daddy. No sass. And actually, I think there’s something we should talk about, champ. X-Force is way more badass and all, but we don’t exactly have a training and junior member tier yet. Maybe later. You might want to think about riding home with these guys and checking their setup out. I don’t have any powers myself to relate to you like that, except me being very shootable, devastatingly charming, sexy, smart, and a competitive level Skee-Ball player...”

Deadpool sighed, continuing. “But these guys have a Danger Room. Which is totally not a sex dungeon, yeah I was bummed about that too. But they could let you unleash that school shooter level teenage angst and burn all the shit you wanted until you really figure out your powers.”

Russel bristled. “I’m not a school shooter you prick! And you always said the X-Men were neutered dweebs and-”

Wade coughed loudly, ushering Russell forward suddenly as you all continued to walk. “Hah, kids. Such darlings. Mishear everything don’t they?”

Colossus only answered without offense though. “The offer is still open, Russell. Though you have said no before. The Professor would never turn down a young mutant in need.”

It was Peter who surprised you a little, a smirk on his face as he contributed. “Freaking sweet house too, man. Xavier’s loaded. Big screen TV, a pool, basketball court, your own room, supersonic jet. Bunch of cute girls as well, or cute boys, you know whatever you’re into.”

“I’m not gay.” Russell huffed, but actually looked to be listening now as he didn’t immediately spit back with a sarcastic retort.

Though you gave Peter a weird look and he just grinned. “What? I stayed for you didn’t I, babe? Just saying. I wasn’t exactly on board with the whole team thing before that either. I know where he’s coming from is all.”

“It’s up to you, Russell.” Kitty said more diplomatically, before returning to the matter at hand. “We’re parked at that parking garage two blocks south. Everyone meet back there, Colossus and I will hand this guy over to the cops out front. The rest of you, I’m sure there’s got to be some emergency exit you can sneak out of. Probably better to split up actually. Less attention.”

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Just as Kitty had suggested, Deadpool and Russell went out one way, and you and Peter another. You came out onto another street behind the restaurant. And you’d just finally started to relax again, Peter taking your hand in his own and walking away like an honest to God normal couple for once, just out on the town together before you noticed an oddly placed white van with distinct lettering on it.

Peter saw it too just as the light from a camera hit you both.

“Hell,” You breathed.

“Want to run?” He asked seriously.

“Too late, they’d just film us ditching, and say we had something to hide.”

Your headache was returning in full force you thought as you steeled yourself, seeing the reporter now in a full sprint towards you.

“It’s Quicksilver! And (your codename)! The X-Men are here!” A woman shouted.

As you walked closer to the news van, the camera flashes only increased. It looked like a small group of paparazzi had also camped out here, hoping for this exact result. How did word travel so damn fast?

“Marcia Fletcher, WAFN nightly news!” She introduced herself at once, her camera man there just as quickly, huffing a little from the run as he got you both in focus.

You could see the lights on on his camera as she shoved her microphone in front of you and Peter. “You’re on live coverage of the Ruffiano’s restaurant shootings with WAFN. Is it true that Giovani Marcello was apprehended here tonight by the X-Men? And how did you know he was here when he’s been on Interpol’s most wanted list for four years?”

You knew without looking at him that Peter was happily deferring the speaking role to you now as you tried not to look rattled. You attempted to think of what Charles would and wouldn’t want you to say, even with the pain in your head and lingering nausea. “We didn’t know who was here. We were in the area and saw people running and went to help, that’s all.” You lied.

“But the reports of gunshots, witnesses also said Deadpool had drawn a gun on a restaurant employee and Colossus was seen inside. Is Deadpool now affiliated with the X-Men again? Did he shoot anyone?”

“Deadpool is not affiliated with the X-Men. Colossus was here tonight, but he only would have been defending anyone he thought in danger. Deadpool did not shoot anyone.” You tried to keep to short truths that time.

“But then why was Deadpool there? Should people really believe it would be a coincidence that the X-Men and Deadpool would be at the same incidence at one time if not working together?”

“Well you’re here aren’t you? Are you affiliated with us?” You replied before you could stop yourself, though still restraining the annoyance you really wanted to put into that statement. “Trouble attracts a crowd.”

Peter made a sound, a restrained laugh you knew. But before the reporter could blurt out another question, one of the now growing number of paparazzi called out, “(Your codename), hey look here! Is it true you and Quicksilver are still dating!?”

You knew better than to be baited, humoring any of them just made it worse. They were like piranhas. But Peter couldn’t help it, turning to look as so many cameras flashed. His arm slid around you protectively. “Why wouldn’t we be, dude?” He called back.

“Are you saying the photos of (your codename) and Gambit were before you two reconciling?”

It took every ounce of your self control to not respond, but oh God did you want to. It was the mission in Tanzania. You knew it. You, Storm, and Gambit. Peter had stayed in the U.S. for that one as it’d been the holidays and his Mom had wanted both he and Wanda over for some time together.

After the mission was over, the three of you had ended up on one of the beautiful Tanzanian beaches for a single day. Just a single day to yourselves.

You’d had the audacity to wear a revealing bathing suit though and you and Remy had been photographed together, him shirtless of course because it was a goddamn beach. And laughing and smiling because, surprise, you were friends! And they’d cropped Ororo out in all the closeups for complete loss of context.

It’d been a thing in some of the tabloids for a while, but you really thought that had finally blown over. Of course if anyone asked Remy, he liked to play coy on the whole subject to keep up his God’s gift to all men and women sex symbol status.

“Peter, let’s just go,” You whispered in his ear, sure anything else said would only make things worse.

But you could read him all too well, and when he turned his face to look back at you, you already knew what he was going to do. You didn’t try to stop him, because never would you humiliate him on live television with any type of rejection, but oh, you would never live this one down. Never.

He kissed you hard. And there was nothing fake about it, honestly the kind of kiss usually reserved for your bedroom as you felt heat rising up in you. The camera flashes clicking over and over as you could still taste the alcohol he’d drank before.

When he finally released you again, you gasped a little. He gave the photographers a ‘fuck you’ look, before speaking just to you. “Now we can go.”

“Fly or run?” You breathed.

“Fly please. I’m still about half out of it.” He admitted.

You powered up to some surprised and excited sounds from the crowd. Your whole body glowing white again in the energy you emitted.

“Wait, aren’t you going to stay and talk to the police!?” The reporter shouted.

“They know where to find us if they need us.” You answered, extending your energy field around Peter, before you took off vertically, making sure to get sideways over the rooftops as soon as you could though to breakup their camera angles and finally give you privacy again at last.

You landed gently atop the parking garage only a few moments later, letting him go again as you powered back down.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, just taking your hand again though.

“No.” You said truthfully. “But, I have no idea what we’ve really just done. We still have to go home...home where the Professor always watches the 10:00 news with his late night tea.”

Peter sighed, only half joking. “We could always go stay with my Mom for a while?”

You just moved in closer, pulling him against you as you laid your head on his shoulder. “We’ll survive, babe. Somehow we always do.”

“I think that says more about you than me though. Pretty sure I’d be face down in a ditch somewhere already if it weren’t for you.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck then before raising your head back up to kiss him once more. Much softer this time, and even longer than his jealous little display a few minutes ago.

He made one of his little noises of contentment, hands sliding down to squeeze your butt through the thin pants you were wearing. As he pulled your hips tighter against him, he broke the kiss enough to speak regretfully. “I really was hoping to get lucky tonight...”

“Same.” You smiled. It had been a while. Mostly from you both being so tired by the time you finally got in bed. Passing out on each other had more been the norm the past couple weeks. “We get some food in you, and see where things go?”

“Gross! Get a room!”

You startled at the sudden shouting, having wholly thought yourselves alone up here in the moonlight.

Peter rolled his eyes, yelling back at Russell, “Kid, we have one! And we’d already be back there by now if it wasn’t for your little mafia hunting shenanigans!”

You looked over to see Deadpool and Russell both standing in the doorway to the parking garage stairs.

Wade whistled, leaning back against the doorframe. “Way to take down that Marcia Fletcher a notch! I always found her too uppity to be honest. I think she’s still butt hurt that they didn’t give her the lead anchor spot when Carl Sanderson moved to the early bird morning show. Tanya Meyer on the 5:00 news though, that’s my girl.”

You blinked. “How...how do you know-” It was literally minutes ago, it would have taken them just this long to walk here.

Deadpool lifted up his cell phone. “Facebook live, bitches. Don’t you follow WAFN? The recipes they post from Saturday morning cooking with Pat are always delish.” He looked back down at the phone though, happily reading. “Hah! Peggy Fredrickson from Brewster, New York thinks Marcia’s contouring and drawn on eyebrows are getting worse. Fire your makeup person, Marcia.” He tapped something on the screen. “Like comment! Oh, and Michael Morris from Ridgefield says who wouldn’t do Remy LeBeau. Damn, Michael, all out and proud on main.”

Peter let go of you, taking an annoyed breath. But then looking back to you. “Please let me at least prank Remy, something, anything.”

“But he didn’t do anything.” You replied, though only more stressed now that this was already blowing up on social media.

“Exactly! He should have at least denied it! But no, Mr. cool Cajun can’t admit that you’d actually choose me over him.”

“Hey now, I think you’re looking at this the wrong way, Quickie.” Deadpool interjected. “There’s always the ménage à trois option. I mean he’s French right? And Michael from Ridgefield is just spitting truth. Who wouldn’t want to do Remy LeBeau? He could shuffle my cards anytime.”

“You guys are so fucking weird.” Russell groaned. “Can we go find your damn car now?”

But you didn’t move yet, still looking fully at Peter. “Wade’s just trying to get under your skin. We all know how Remy is. He’d flirt with a piece of cardboard if it suited him. It doesn’t mean anything to him.” You recognized that Gambit was physically attractive of course, you had eyes too after all. But that was the only extent of it. You loved Peter. Not to mention you wouldn’t at all want to get on Rogue’s bad side. She and Gambit were tumultuous enough without someone else being added to the mix.

“This is adorable, really. But I did bring ‘good job team for sending a little girl selling, gentrification funding, pencil dick mob boss to butt fucking federal prison’ cannolis. Want some?” Deadpool offered, lifting up a large takeout box you somehow hadn’t noticed before.

Peter’s shoulders dropped a little, still heavily annoyed though eyeing the box. “So does this mean you’re coming back with us too?”

Wade shrugged, “The kid doesn’t know you guys. What kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t at least go and make sure he actually wanted to stay in your little mutant commune before I ditch him there?”

“You aren’t my damned dad.” Russell said, though almost sounding too tired to argue further at this point. He reached up, taking a cannoli from the box and biting into it as he started to walk back down the stairwell. “What floor is the car on?”

“Just one down from here, you already passed it. Black SUV,” you answered. Colossus and Kitty must not have been here yet if Wade and Russell had made it all the way to the top deck without finding them.

Peter grabbed your hand again, walking with you to the doorway as he grabbed three cannolis out the box begrudgingly with his other hand. He passed one off to you, before biting into the other two in quick succession.

And you only had a moment to see all the thick scarring under Wade’s mask as he lifted it just enough to start eating one himself, before turning to follow you both out and down the stairwell.

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(Concluded in Part 2 here)

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Ch. 4

18 + Minors DNI Please Check Rules Before You Follow

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader (brief reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut, allusion to nausea (once), brief sacrilegious language (dabi), mentions of alcohol (dabi), mentions of smoking (dabi), dabi is just a whole warning of his own, gender neutral pronouns for reader, fem cause they're called a woman as an insult, Shiggy is an asshole, grinding, degradation,

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Summary: In which a project is completed and a new one begins

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged)

Your project was almost complete.

In some ways, it sort of felt like the end of an era. To Tomura, who was a creature of habit by nature, it was doubly strange to imagine no longer spending hours a few days each week locked away in your little study room with you bugging him to teach you simple html and him not-so-discreetly sniffing your hair.

He still hadn’t asked you out or whatever he’d been trying to do, much to Dabi’s chagrin. And because of this, Tomura was consistently plagued with the feeling of time running out.

You were supposed to meet today for probably the last time seeing as the presentation was coming up at the end of the week. He knew it was now or never at this point. If he didn’t fucking say something now, he never would and then he’d have to live with the same his roommate wouldn’t let him live down.

So instead of heading directly to the library after class, Tomura took the old route back to his apartment and shot you a quick text—praying to the fucking boner gods, as Dabi called them, that you’d take the bait.

would you mind putting the finish touches on shit at my place?—

there’s some parts i gotta do from my desktop—

That wasn’t completely a lie. It was nicer working from his pc setup, but before he wouldn’t have let you come anywhere fucking near there. Not until he’d finally accepted that you’d wormed your way into his brain somehow and he couldn’t live another day not knowing what your tongue tasted like.

bitch (endearing):

—no problem

—what’s your address?

Tomura’s heart fucking pounded mercilessly against the bony prison of his ribs. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to some good old fashioned anxiety, but he’d never felt a strange stirring in his stomach quite like this. Like he might puke, but in a good way.

He quickly sent back his street and apartment number, and waited on the corner until you texted back that you’d be there in an hour before he rushed inside.

“What the hell are you doing, creep?!” Dabi snapped at him when he burst through the door and yeeted his backpack onto the kitchen table.

Tomura didn’t answer, just made a beeline for the bathroom and slammed the door. He doused himself in record time, unbothered by the hot water causing red, patchy flare ups to bloom over his skin. He was almost disgusted with himself for putting in this much effort for someone like you. Someone being definitely kind of a slut if the way you dressed was a good indicator. But he just kept thinking about the way your hair or skin smelled so goddamn good when you leaned in close and he wanted you to be obsessed with him in the same way. Wanted you to want to bury your face in his neck and breath him in.

When he stumbled out into the hall moments later, towel drying his hair roughly, Dabi was taking a shot over the sink.

He looked at Tomura like hell had frozen over.

“Two showers in like a month?” he mused, sucking his teeth as the alcohol slid down his throat. “What’s the occasion? The fucking, second coming of Christ?”

“Well the bitch is coming over so…”

“Oh, that is a fucking miracle,” Dabi whistled and knocked back a second shot.

Tomura glared, stepping into his room and tossing his towel aside to tug on his nicest pair of black joggers and t-shirt that gapped a bit at the front, showing off a large expanse of his chest. It made him a bit nervous even just looking at his reflection but you definitely stared the few times he’d taken off his hoodie while you were working, so the risk seemed worth the reward.

“Yeah, well you’re gonna have to piss off for the night,” Tomura shouted into the kitchen as Dabi sauntered over to lean against his doorframe.

“You know, I conveniently do have a dick appointment with my own bitch, but now I don’t want to go.”

His tone was teasing, eyes hooded and clearly enjoying how flustered Tomura was already before you’d even gotten here. Tomura moved to snatch another pillow and do battle but Dabi raised his hands up quickly in defeat.

“Oh no, no, I just fucking did my hair for this Keigo asshole you are not gonna ruin it with that petty shit,” he shot back and disappeared somewhere into his own room. “I’ll be out of your greasy ass hair don’t worry.”

Tomura seethed and bit back of reply of his hair for once not being greasy as hell, but the multiple cum stains—both his and his nasty fucking roommates—marring the comforter caught his eye.

“Ugh,” he mumbled and balled the whole thing up, shoving it under the bed and spreading out one of his merch blankets from that manga you both liked.

Hopefully you wouldn’t think that was too cringey, but he had definitely seen your room plastered with merch in the background of your social media profiles which he totally did not stalk at all and maybe jerk off to on occasion.

The rest of his room was quickly cleared by a combination of shoving random crap into his closet and filling up their recycling bin to the brim with empty energy drink cans. He tackled the kitchen next which wasn’t as hard as he’d expected. Neither he nor Dabi cooked all that frequently, so the dishes weren’t an issue and the vague, lingering smell of whatever the fuck Dabi had been smoking early was cleared out a bit by leaving the balcony door ajar.

He checked the time on his phone obsessively, about ready to pound on Dabi’s door and throw him out on the step when the man in question emerged on his own—black platform boots donned with his ass hugging ripped jeans and a loose tank top.

He had on fucking eyeliner.

God and he thought Tomura was being desperate.

“What? Wishing you’d locked this down first?” Dabi sneered, grabbing his jacket from the rack and shoulder checking Tomura on his way to the door.

“I—” he stammered for a second, bristling as Dabi towered over him a bit in those fucking boots. “No, asshole, just leave before they get here.”

But at the exact moment that Dabi rolled his eyes and flung open the door, Tomura’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking up in mingled horror and embarrassment, he watched the door hit the wall and reveal you, a little more casually dressed than usual looking stunned as Dabi grinned down at you with pierced lips.

“Hi, I’m-” you started but Tomura’s live-in nightmare cut you off.

“Oh I know who you are, dollface,” Dabi wiggled his fucking eyebrows at you, clearly playing up the dramatics as much as possible to a degree even Tomura didn’t think he could pull off. “Name’s Dabi—”

“Uh, yeah and he was just leaving,” Tomura hissed and placed his shoulder firmly in the center of his roommate’s back, launching him onto the welcome mat as you side-stepped through the door.

“Yeah, see ya later creep,” he fucking winked as the door slammed shut in his face.

Tomura’s cheeks burned in the following silence which was only broken by your quiet chuckle. He noticed you did that a lot. Laughed at things without even thinking about whether it would sound weird.

“He seems like a lot,” you mumbled and glanced around at the living room/kitchen/foyer of his tiny apartment.

“Yeah…”

He thought he might feel the same sort of disturbance he usually did when Dabi brought his dates home but you seemed to fit easily into the space, unobtrusive but bright against the dingy walls.

“So, should we get to it?” you asked with a wry smile, spinning to face him and silhouetted by the sun set filtering in past the balcony.

He may not have felt the usual discomfort of intruders in his space, but his hands shook where he clutched at his thighs nonetheless. And just like always, if you noticed the bunched up fabric and the not so slight tremor in his bony arms, you didn’t say a thing about it.

You looked so good propped up on his bed, back against the wall and legs dangling off the sides as the now strangely comforting sound of your furious typing filled his room. It had been a few hours now, and Dabi had been true to his word, seemingly gone until tomorrow morning. The room was illuminated only by your screens and his small desk lamp that lit up your legs like a stage spot light.

His mind fogged over more than once with the fantasy of laying in between them.

“I just shared the final bit of script,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

The notification pinged at the top of his screen and he hummed in acknowledgement, plugging in your last pieces of text and saving the program.

And just like that.

It was over.

“I think we’re done,” Tomura whispered.

He didn’t really mean to say it so softly, but it felt strange to talk at full volume so he rasped out the words, knowing you wouldn’t care how shitty his voice sounded.

There was a creak and soft footsteps behind him as you shuffled off the bed and over to his desk. Your hands rested way too close to his shoulders than necessary while you leaned over his chair to look at the finished product.

It was still a little rough around the edges but Tomura found himself feeling a swell of satisfaction now that it was complete. All things considered, you’d come up with a pretty damn good concept and he liked knowing he played a role in helping it come to fruition.

The piece you picked was weird as shit. Some political satire about eating babies, lots of juxtaposition about the private life versus the public self and some bullshit rants on the nature of humanity blah blah blah.

It actually reminded him of you a little bit, now that he thought about it as he took advantage of you position to stare intently at your eyes scanning the screen. Not the eating babies thing, but the whole private self stuff.

In the half semester he’d spent locked away with you in quiet rooms and noisy, dimly lit basements, he could see such a stark contrast between the you he’d known from class all those weeks ago and the you currently sighing in relief over his shoulder.

Softer, more real—not so Stacy, bimbo, pick me slut like he’d always imagined you to be.

“Damn, we did it my guy,” you nodded, clearly impressed with yourself and him as well, which had Tomura’s chest puffing out just a bit under the attention. “I could fucking kiss you, I thought we’d never get it done.”

You turned to him, eyes closed in a half laugh but Tomura was so far from laughing. Cause you were really, really fucking close and he could smell you again and you’d been chewing that fucking gum cause it was hot on your breath. He knew, he really did, that you were kidding, that this was just a thing people said when they were relieved but he couldn’t help the weird, deer in the headlights stare that his face froze in.

Blinking, you raised your eyebrows at him questioningly when he didn’t make some crude comment about your chest brushing against his arm or shrug you off like he might have before.

And then you got this knowing, little mischievous look that reminds him far too much of Dabi for a split second before you pressed your face just an inch closer.

His eyes flicked down instinctively to your lips and his face burned when realized there was no way you didn’t see how he looked at you. Shockingly, despite the churning in his gut and the shaking in his legs, Tomura leaned forward just a bit too, working up enough scant courage to maybe close the gap. But then you started laughing?

It bubbled up quietly in your chest, more of a giggle than anything else.

You were laughing and shaking your head and his stomach fucking dropped to the ground and his face was on fire cause you were laughing and that meant he’d been fucking played like a goddamn fiddle but—

But then you gave him this faint smile and you weren't laughing anymore, because you were kissing him.

You were fucking kissing him.

Which, while yes he had set out to have this be the end goal of the night, he hadn’t actually believed it would ever happen. He’d never felt it in his bones like he thought he was supposed to.

And holy shit your lips were so soft??

So soft and smooth with no cool, sharp metal poking or pulling at the splits on his. It was like fucking crack, or what he imagined crack might be like with the way your mouth just glided against his. It was so easy to follow you, which was good cause he didn’t have a goddamn clue what he was doing for the most part. But you made it feel simple, and you even ran your tongue over the little scar that bisected his lips in this painfully adorable way that had Tomura pitching a tent in his pants like lightning.

God and when you pulled back and just enough to look at him again:

It was like every one of those cutesy, shojo manga suddenly made sense. The panels where the main characters look at each other and flowers bloom off the fucking page while they stare with those dark, hungry eyes—

Yeah.

Yeah he got it now.

And he was gonna ride that wave while he had it. So Tomura steeled himself and surged forward, grabbing both your arms and smashing his face much less gracefully against yours. He stood and you straightened with him, that same half giggle slipping out in the gaps where your lips parted on his as he clacked your teeth together and pulled back at the jarring sting.

“Eager are we?” you had that stupid smile on your face again but he honestly didn’t care anymore if it was an act or if your face really just looked like that with no fucking ulterior motive.

“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to catch your lips again and you mercifully let him.

Tomura nearly fucking came in his pants when you licked into his mouth and oh fucking god he really could taste the gum and that loud ass shit you were always drinking. Dabi was right, this was a fucking miracle.

Did other people always taste this good or was it just you?

He responded enthusiastically to say the least, sucking your tongue into his mouth and letting out a choked little noise when you prodded the back of his teeth. The movement of your legs, pulling him back towards the bed went mostly unnoticed until he felt himself tipping forward, landing with a thump on top of you as you both tumbled onto his mattress.

Tomura’s lips wondered boldly down your throat, smelling the soap or lotion or whatever the hell made you so fucking baby smooth compared to him and he actually growled into your nape when you laughed again.

“God, what the fuck is so funny?” he sounded muffled from where he was tonguing at the fleshy joining of your neck and shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry,” you pressed your lips against the peeling crown of his head and that alone made up for the interruption, “I’m just basking in the glory of being right.”

“About?” Tomura nipped at your skin once before lifting his chin to rest on your sternum.

“I just always thought you were sorta into me, but it was hard to tell cause you’re so quiet about that kinda thing.”

“....oh,” he didn’t really have an argument for that so he didn’t try to fight you.

“Did you think I didn’t notice all the convenient excuses to touch me or like the fact that you’re mean as shit to everyone else but me?" you asked not unkindly as you stroked a hand through his hair, frizzy from being left to air dry. “I also got the vibes you thought I was a slut anyway and it wasn’t super clear if that was a turn on or not.”

He cringed a bit at the blatant way you acknowledged all ruder inner monologues about your character.

“Well, I did a bit initially,” Tomura glanced off to the side, suddenly finding the chipping paint much more fascinating. God he really wanted to get back to the good stuff. “But I don’t now…”

“Oh no,” you cupped his face, running a thumb against the cracked skin on his cheeks and didn’t cringe when the drying skin flaked onto your shirt, “that was a pretty astute assumption.”

“Uh, what?”

He felt his draw drop and you dipped your thumb past his front row of teeth, toying with the pooling saliva.

“All the better for you though,” you continued dragging his chest against yours so he could feel your nipples through his shirt, “cause that just means I know how to show you a good time, and I get the feeling you’ve never had that happen before.”

You punctuated your words with roll of your hips against the fucking iron rod in his pants. The noise that left Tomura was inhuman.

He thought back to the day you got partnered with him. How he thought it would be a fucking nightmare and Tomura wanted to let the record show that he officially retracted that statement. This was in no uncertain terms, actually a wet dream come true and he was sure Dabi would never fucking believe him unless he walked through the door right now.

“That works,” he stuttered around the finger in his mouth and you reared up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Your lips found his again and he hummed in approval only cut off as you rolled so he was laying back and looking up. When you pulled back, he shivered at the way you raked your nails over his chest.

“So, you gonna tell me how much of a disgusting whore you think I am?”

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