#kanda smut

[kandasdog]

Minors don’t interact ewwwww.

Hear me out… HEAR ME OUT‼️‼️‼️

Kanda is an A$$ GUY. Imagine him slapping your ass and when you are in pure shock because of his out of character gesture, he pretends you were on his way and blah blah. BUT HE SMIRKS WHEN YOU ARE NOT LOOKING, THE MDF IS A DEVIL, HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING‼️

Also Kanda eating ass— just suggesting , JUST SUGGESTING!!!!! Your ass is up (ass up babygirl *bites lower lip and bleeds rivers*) your back is arched and he does it from behind, maybe a kitchen counter— AGAIN JUST SUGGESTING! Maybe a small slap here and there as he does that, his facial expression: 😏(face card never declines amen).

Obviously just a silly suggestion (I’m auto-cannibalising myself as I speak, the pain to exist only to have mere thoughts like Kanda, ass slapping and eating. Ohh, there is a burden in thinking, the burden of life).

[kandasdog]

Okay, okay so imagine me like this: in a desert, there is even a sandstorm (cuz I like being dramatic and shiii) and I'm dying of thirst. This post is actually the oasis I was looking for. When I’m on my death bed, y’all better bring this piece of art for me to read it in my last minutes of living, I will even negotiate with death for extra time — don’t even need to do that actually, we will be reading it together as we have tears in our eyes like in a family movie. I’m about to do even a powerpoint about this. I’m ascending. The world is healing, there is hope! 🙏🤲God might exist🙏🤲, flowers are blooming, I see myself having a family in the future and a good income. I feel motivated to live again.

If this has 100 million fans, I’m one of them. If this has 10 fans, I’m one of them. If this has 0 fans IT MEANS I DIED IN A BRUTAL CAR ACCIDENT IN MISSISSIPPI!!!!!

Do you write nsfw? If you do could you write something about kanda and his s.o’s first time?

NOTE: spoke with requester, as per their request, this will be Kanda x Female reader

Do I write NSFW? Do I breathe air??? ? I freakin’ love writing smut. But I especially love writing Kanda smut. I have a LOT of headcanons when it comes to sexually-active Kanda. You have no idea what kind of Pandora’s box you’ve opened by requesting this!! xD All jokes aside, I hope you enjoy!! Also, I want to apologize for this taking forever. It was a hectic fews week.

WARNING: lemony goodness is ahead.

Venice's festival looked like a lot of fun from the window from the Inn. The sun was low overhead as it began its descent into darkness for the evening but that did not stop the raging civilians with their music and their dancing and their drinking. The motley crew of Exorcists that made up your team for this mission had been invited to attend. For Kanda, as expected, it had been a resounding "no". You claimed exhaustion from your travels and battles as explanation for your much more polite "no thank you". Lavi and Allen had accepted the invitation, though they hadn't spared the wiggling eyebrows and cocky smirks and knowing eyes before they left.

You had gone straight to the room the swordsman shared with the other boys. Why wouldn't you have? When was the last time you had had the chance to be truly alone with the man you had found yourself captivated by? No other Exorcists or Order personnel or akuma present to interrupt you. Just you and Kanda.

And that was how you had found yourself straddling Kanda’s legs as the pair of you sat on his bed. 

His lips were against yours, his tongue in an exotic dance with your own. Both of you had discarded your shirts at some point, leaving his chest bare for your hands to gingerly explore. His hands grazed up and down your sides, the tips of his fingers an intermittent bare whisper against the underside of your breasts. You could feel the hardened length in his pants pressing into your lower abdomen and it made some liquid heat pool deep within your core.

This was the furthest you had ever gotten, and if he was interested, you fully intended to take it as far as you could tonight with him.

“Kanda.” You panted against his lips before pulling your head back. When you opened your eyes, you found his to be open and watching you. You unconsciously bit your lip at the sight before you; Yu Kanda, swordsman Exorcist to the stars, with a faint blush and a darkness glazed over his eyes. 

You were sure that it was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

“Do you want to…?” Your voice trailed off and your eyes lowered. 

“Do you?” He asked, his voice huskier than usual. 

You nodded. 

Through your lashes, you saw his blush deepen into a shining ruby. “I don’t know...I’ve never…” He was speaking more slowly than you were used to, like he was struggling with what to say. He looked as though he were completely embarrassed.

You couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter that built in your chest and spilled past your lips. 

But the laughter died immediately when you saw the way his eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into a scowl.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He growled and pushed his hands against your shoulders to shove you off of his lap.

You landed back on the bed and as you wiped the tears from your eyes, you saw it. Kanda wasn’t angry, no, the anger was just his mask to what was actually brimming in his eyes: hurt and shame.

“I’m not laughing at you, idiot.” You climbed back up and re-positioned yourself into his lap, pressing your chest against his, batting away his hands when he tried to shove you again. “I’m laughing because I don’t know what the Hell I’m doing either.” When his eyes widened just a fraction, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “But if you want, I’m happy to try to figure it out with you. Together.” 

“Fine.” He grumbled, but he leaned forward to kiss you again. This time, you reached your hands up to the tie in his hair and undid it, letting your fingers revel in the silky tresses that now fell freely down his back like spilled ink.

He was impatient, but then again, when wasn’t he? Kanda moved his lithe frame to twist you both around before pushing you so that you were lying flat on your back. He rested on his knees and elbows above you.

His hand was grazing your side and resting against the side of your breast. When he pulled his head back, you nodded to him.

With a deft hand, he undid the wrap you kept around your chest. The cool breeze of the room hit the freshly exposed skin and your gasp was soft. 

Kanda sat back, resting his bottom on his heels as he looked over your body then. Huh. Lavi and some of the others had always been excited about seeing beautiful women, especially their breasts. He could hear the idiot yelling, “Strike!~” now just thinking of it. He had never entirely understood the excitement; he was able to recognize when people were attractive, but it wasn’t something he had ever been interested in before.

But seeing you below him, skin lightly flushed, pert breasts exposed, he understood it now.

His pants were suddenly, feeling very, very tight.

You murmured his name, snapping him from his daze, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips before his own began to wander, first running along your jaw and then down the smooth column of your throat. Your breath hitched in anticipation. 

Kanda had no real idea what he was doing, or what he was supposed to do, so he let his body move itself on blind instinct. He found him presently surprised when it seemed to be working. When his lips found the rosy tips of your breasts, lightning bolts of pleasure speared themselves into his core at the found of you moaning his name.

His tongue lapped gingerly at one nipple while he brought fingers to fiddle with the other. Your back arched of its own volition, pushing you closer to him. The pleasure was a heady intoxication. 

When you moaned his name he let his mouth work its way back up to your lips. You returned the kiss with more fervor than either of you had ever felt. You ran your fingertips along the line of his waistband and you felt him shudder under your touch. Emboldened by his reaction, you began to fumble with the buckle of his belt. You're brows furrowed and you lost your rhythm in the kiss when your fingers couldn't get it undone.

Kanda pulled back and sat up so that he still leaned over you some but could still balance enough that he didn't topple over on top of you. And you were hit with a rare sight then: Kanda was smiling. Well, smiling wasn't the right word. He was smirking. You'd only ever caught him pulling his lips like that in the heat of battle. Now he was doing it for you. Though you hadn't thought it possible, the realization made your heart beat even faster in your chest.

With his belt undid he undid the button and zipper of his pants. He shimmied off of the bed and you sat up, biting down on your bottom lip in anticipation. 

Kanda slid his pants down and kicked them off haphazardly. That's when you became aware that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Nothing.

Catching your widened eyes, Kanda's face flushed. "Lavi took them." He muttered.

It took a few seconds for your brain to understand what he had said. When it did, your head fell back as a laugh escaped your lips. "Well," you smiled at him then, feeling heat pool in your belly when you let your eyes roam over Kanda’s naked form. "I guess I owe Lavi my eternal gratitude."

You had always known that Kanda was good-looking; everybody did. He had the prettiest face and the most beautiful hair and you knew that he was fit and trim and just the right amount of muscular. You had seen him shirtless enough to know this. Even clothed, while his clothing was never too tight, it had always been tailored just right to let you know. 

But seeing him fully nude left your mouth dry. His body...it looked like God had descended from Heaven to sculpt it with the finest marble. It was so smooth and lithe and fit and wow, it was distracting. You could spend the rest of the night just staring at it.

But you were on a mission here, so you forced yourself to stay focused on the task at hand. 

"Kanda." You murmured then, surprised by how husky your own voice had gone. "Come here." You held out your hand to him and he took it and came back up to the bed. He leaned forward and gave your lips a chaste kiss before he brought his deft fingers to the button of your pants. You felt your nerves hum with some delirious combination of anxiety and excitement. Yu Kanda, swordsman Exorcist extraordinaire, was taking your pants off to have sex with you. You were the luckiest girl in the world.

He tossed your pants just as haphazardly as he had his own, and you didn't have a chance to complain about the cool air hitting the smooth skin of your legs before he was on top of you again. His lips were at your throat and you moaned and tilted your head to give him more access.

When his fingers began to fiddle with one of your nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath as pleasure shot straight into your spine. Feeling daring, you let one of your hands wander over the smooth expanse of his chest and then grazed your fingers down his abdomen. He squirmed and grunted at that and both of your eyes widened in sync. His face went red once more at your laughter. Yu Kanda was ticklish. Neither of you had seen that coming.

Kanda pinched your nipple a little harder right as he bit into your throat, not hard enough to break skin, but not gentle enough that it didn't hurt. 

At your gasp, he lifted his head so that his darkened eyes were hot on yours. "Don't. Laugh." He grit out.

You only smiled at that. Even in the midst of losing his virginity, Kanda was just so Kanda that it made a warmth blossom in your chest. You ignored his glare and let your hand venture further down until it wrapped around the shaft of his hardened cock. He let out a strangled gasp at your touch and buried his head into the crook of your neck. "[Y/n]...." He murmured.

You began to move your hand. He hissed and placed his hand over yours and pried your fingers to loosen your grip a little. "Like this." He mumbled, face red and very obviously avoiding your gaze as he guided your hand into stroking him properly.

You could feel that his breathing had gone heavy against you and if you were reading it correctly, it sounded like he was fighting back moans that were trying to escape his lips with your ministrations. 

"Should I…?" His hips were involuntarily beginning to buck in your hold and his hand had wandered down to the line of your panties.

Seeing Kanda slowly becoming undone was, without a doubt, the most exotic thing you had ever seen. "Please." You moaned the word out and if you hadn't been so overwhelmed, you might have been surprised by how absolutely wanton you sounded.

He brought his lips to yours and once again, it fell apart almost immediately, becoming little more than teeth and tongue. He let an index finger run down your slit over your panties and you gasped into his mouth, your hips bucking up into his reflexively. Emboldened by your response, he let his hand dip down into your panties then. He ran his finger down your slit, with no fabric to buffer it this time, and Kanda moaned into the kiss when he felt how wet you were.

"K-Kanda." You stammered against his lips. You had no idea what exactly it was you wanted, you just knew, more.

He stroked you a few more times before he slowly pushed a finger in. Your back arched at that. The hand on his cock faltered and the hand you had wrapped around his bicep tightened, leaving crescent indents in his skin.

He pulled back and your eyes met. It took you a second, but you realized then he was asking for guidance. 

"L-Like this." You blushed and the hand on his arm moved to go over his, like he had done for you earlier. You weren't a hundred percent sure what he was supposed to do, but you had explored yourself enough in the past to have a basic idea.

You guided his hand so that it thrust his finger in and out. Your breath came out ragged at the sensation. Kanda's hand felt a lot different than your own. 

When you let go of his hand, he went to continue the movements, but his hand had slipped just the slightest and his thumb brushed across you in exactly the right spot. Your hips bucked hard at that and you whimpered his name.

You vaguely saw him blink at that. He had no idea what had happened. When you asked him to do that again, he did so and smirked when you had the exact same response.

His thumb rubbed over your clit in small circles while he fucked you with his finger and you felt pleasure beginning to coil itself tightly in your core. When he pushed another finger in, and then eventually a third, his name became a mantra on your lips. 

His breathing had also gone ragged and his hips were thrusting his cock into your hands just as desperately as yours were.

"Kanda, please." It came out as a whine and you didn't care. "I want you." You breathed out. 

He withdrew his fingers and despite your request for him to do so, you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He positioned himself all the way over you, balancing himself on his knees and forearms over you. His lips met yours in desperation and your hands wound like vices into his hair. Your heart was pounding like that of a wild animal's in your chest with the knowledge of what was coming.

Kanda must have sensed this and forced himself to slow down. His lips and tongue began to move more languidly with yours, moving more like a lazy cat stretching than the wild tiger that had been there only moments ago. He rested an open palm against your cheek and you felt his hand shake ever so lightly, a reminder that he was nervous as well. It was the reassurance you needed and honestly, seeing Kanda nervous about sex was kind of adorable, though you wouldn't say it aloud or else you knew he'd be penetrating you with his other sword as a result, and that would be a lot less fun.

"Please, Kanda." You murmured against his lips.

He lined himself up and began to push in slowly. His body shook with the effort it was taking to restrain himself from slamming his hips forward because holy fuck he had not been prepared for it to feel this good. Kanda understood logically that sex was supposed to feel good, but actually having your hot, wet body clamping down on his cock was an entirely new sensation he never could have dreamed of. "Fuck." He murmured against your lips before drawing back on shaking arms to study you, to check for any signs of discomfort.

You took a deep breath. Though it wasn't as bad as the rumors had told you it would be, there was obvious discomfort. You had never been stretched this much or so filled to the brim. It was a strange feeling and more uncomfortable than it was painful. You looked up at Kanda and felt your heart flutter; he was watching you intently through heavy lids, his teeth were grit with the strain that staying still was wracking on his body. On the outside, Kanda was cold and aloof and impassive to all those he encountered. On the inside, he wasn't much different. But right this moment, you were seeing a very small part of him that you doubted anybody had ever seen before: a caring, loving side. 

That awareness was all the motivation you needed. You murmured his name then and bucked your hips into his as if to say "it's okay, go ahead" which only resulted in his eyes going comically wide and a strangled gasp leaving his mouth. At your smile he shook his head and brought his lips to your throat and slowly began to cant his hips. His lips, which had been smooth and graceful before were now discordant and messy and he ended up biting down a lot more than he meant to, something that, to your surprise you quite enjoyed. 

It didn't take very long for the discomfort to give way to pleasure. While it had originally been strange to be so filled with Kanda, you quickly found yourself liking the feeling. Everything about him was overwhelming it this instant; the scent of him: plain soap with a hint of fresh cut herbs that you knew was just him, the feeling of him biting onto your neck and shoulder and then immediately soothing the wounds with his tongue and lips, the way his hair fell around the two of you like a midnight’s sky curtain and was soft and smooth against your arms, and most importantly, his cock smoothly gliding in and out of you.

"Faster." You requested in a moan.

"Thank God." He muttered and you threw your head back as some noise that was a combination of a laugh and a moan spilled from your lips. And you were pleased to find that he was serious in his delight because he immediately pulled out almost all the way and then slammed himself back into the hilt, resulting in the coil of pleasure in your belly to begin to compress once more.

His hips moved faster now and his lips were erratic and everywhere. You found that you liked it best when he nestled his head next to yours and nipped sloppily at your ear. While he wasn't particularly vocal in bed, a fact that came as no surprise to you, his breathing was coming out in pants with the occasional groan and it sent chills up your spine.

He reached an arm down and hooked it under your knee and brought your leg up until it rested over his shoulder. The changed angle had him ramming into a spot you didn’t even know existed and it was so good you didn’t know how you didn’t fall apart immediately.

You didn't notice immediately how hard your nails were raking into the skin of his back and if he noticed, he wasn't saying anything. 

You did your best to move your hips in time with his but he was quickly beginning to lose himself and his thrusts came so quickly you couldn't keep up.

"Come." Sensing that you were close, he growled the word into your ear. Kanda had always been on the bossier side, something that usually annoyed you, but this command sent a shiver up your spine and you were helpless to do anything but comply.

The coil that had been compressing itself in your lower abdomen exploded, leaving you with stars in your eyes and a cry of his name from your lips as your orgasm speared through you.

His lips met yours and once again the kiss was sloppy and messy and desperate as the clenching from your orgasm threw Kanda over the ledge to soar with you. His hips stilled then, with his cock buried to the hilt, as he spilled his orgasm into you.

He collapsed on you then, and thanks to the daze that graced you, his weight wasn’t bothersome. In fact, you could probably be comfortable lying under him forever like this, you decided. With him lying against you like this, you could feel that his chest was heaving and his heart was also going so fast that it was a wonder it didn’t burst, in the exact same ways that yours was.

“Hey Kanda?” You asked softly, running your fingers through his hair gently.

When you only got a grunt for a response, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I have a serious question. Well, two of them.”

He let his head lull to the side against your shoulder then so he could eye you. He narrowed his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy and his eyes themselves appeared to be glazed. 

“You didn’t use protection.”

Kanda thought for a moment and then lazily shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think I can have kids.” He answered softly but then his brows furrowed as he went deep into thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. Fuck.” Then he grimaced. “I should probably talk to Komui. I’m going to regret it.”

You laughed and kissed his forehead. “We can talk to him together?” 

“That might be worse.” 

“Probably, but still, I’ll suffer with you. It’s only fair.”

“Fine. Next question?” He stifled a yawn before pulling himself out of you and rolling onto his side next to you.

You involuntarily whimpered at the sudden emptiness and he smirked. “So you know how you heal super fast and stuff?”

He raised a brow. He rolled his shoulders where they burned from your nails, though the marks were already fading. 

“How’s your stamina?”

“Exceptional. Again, why?”

You rolled over until you were on top of him. “Because I’d like to go for round two if you’re up for it.”

He shifted his hips and you felt his hardened cock against your core. Your eyes widened and your head fell back with a laugh.

♡♡♡

Allen had Lavi’s arm slung over his shoulder as he led him up the stairs. The redhead had had entirely too much to drink. Not so much that he was losing consciousness, but just enough that he struggled to stay upright on his own and his words came out slurred and just the smallest bit garbled.

When they entered their room, Allen was quick to drop Lavi into his bed. 

Allen was changing into his night clothing when he noticed Lavi squinting at Kanda’s bed with his emerald of an eye. “What is it?” He murmured, keeping his voice low.

“Is it me, or like, are there two Kandas?” He held his fingers up in front of his face to see if those were duplicated as well.

Allen looked and found that there was, thank God, only one Kanda.

But he wasn't alone in his bed.

You were wrapped like an octopus around him, the two of you happily and peacefully.

“It’s [Y/n].” Allen muttered, trying to keep his jaw from dropping.

“‘Bout damn time.” Lavi murmured with a playful grin before falling back into his bed, fully dressed, and going to sleep for the night.

NOTE: I hope this isn’t too long!!! I had trouble keeping this short. I hope it’s okay!!!

[cherry-writes-stuff]

Do you by chance have any nsfw ideas for Kanda. Pls 🙇‍♀️ there's so little content for him I'm desperate. But I don't have any ideas myself lol sorry /sprints away

at first i was a 'fumbling virgin' kanda truther at first, to be honest, and he is!

eager to please but reluctant to show it, he'd be all talk, naturally, but when it comes down to removing your panties or shoving them aside to get down to business he starts to hesitate. you'll have to coax him slowly and laugh away any snapping remark from him ("i know what i'm doing!").

he's a fast learner, because of course he is, and sooner the hesitancy he shows in the beginning is gone. His sex drive is probably normal, maybe even on the lower spectrum -- at least when he's still with the order. between missions and training and scheduling in his usual pissy brooding at 6 pm every day, there's hardly time to get nasty and tacky between the sheets.

but it's not like he doesn't want to! and when you manage to pull his head out his ass and shove him between the wall of your room and the soft covers of your bed kanda goes down pliantly for all his scowling.

i truly and well believe also that kanda is sensitive and that he LIKES TO BE TEASED!!!!!! edge him three to five times before making bust a nut and he'll probably tear up hmmm <3.

definitely a switch, he can go from being dominant ro submisive given the mood and your and his wants and needs. always will listen and never do things half measured because when he aims to please he AIMS TO PLEASE.

now, as for AFTER the alma arc, it is a whole different story. my 'kanda is a fumbling virgin' truther card is slowly crumbling away deep within the crevices of my perve mind.

this kanda yuu is different for obvious reasons - he will be more sensual with his touches, his movements and looks. more gentle and mellow. he'll touch you like it's his first and last time doing it, kiss you like it too.

kanda yuu before the alma arc won't be able to give you too much of his time nor will he want to, but kanda yuu after the alma arc has the potential to be a real yearner/lover i can feel it in my bones...walk with me here

[lady-lilly-gray]

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AO3: LadyLillyGray

I take fic requests <3 (no nsfw/smut or x Reader)

Fandoms (that I blog about on this page) fics without a link are currently in-progress *fics with a star contain ships with canonically queer characters*

Black Butler

Ciel x Lizzie Always in the Twilight Aphrodisia Checkmate Flowers Won't Be Enough This Time Illusion A Robin and His Dove Cheslock x Edward Take the Hint (Take the Lead) Beyond the Music Hall

Grelle x Will Beginnings* Even the Brightest Rose Wilts in the Moonlight* Let's Forgo the Mistletoe, Darling* Wanderlust* William Versus...the Dispatch (General)

D. Gray-man Black Order University* (Kanda x Alma; Allen x Lenalee) I Won't Say Goodbye (Allen x Lenalee) You Can't Have My Heart** (Kanda x Daisya) **Kanda didn't kill Jiji for kissing him in the light novels so I do think that Alma is not an "exception" to his sexuality Fairy Tail All the Time in the World (Gray x Juvia) Between Heaven and Earth (Zeref x Mavis)

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Fatality* (Lucifer x Alastor) Master of Mine* (Stolas x Blitzø)

Miraculous Ladybug Love Square Give Me the Strength (to walk through the darkness) Of Camellias and Confessions

At the End of the Rainbow* (Marc x Nathaniel)

Soul Eater The Darker Side of the Moon (Soul x Maka) The Land of Ice and Fire (Black*Star x Tsubaki) 3 + 1 Equals 四 (Black*Star x Death the Kid)

Other Fandoms At the Caldera Palace [Avatar: the Last Airbender] (Zuko x Mai) A Dragon's Scales [Toradora!] (Taiga x Ryuji) Coffee Talks* [Tokyo Ghoul: re] (Mutsuki x Urie) It's (not) a Date* [Love Me For Who I Am] (Tetsu x Mogumo)

[kulemiwrites]

Osamu Kashiwagi | Little Blue Pill.

Part: 1 of 2 Genre: Romance, SMUT Rating: 18+ Word count: 5.6k Character(s): Osamu Kashiwagi, fem!Reader, Kanda (OC)

Warning: Implied but unspecified age gap (reader character should at least be assumed as 21+ for logical reasons- use your discretion to fill in the gap!), prostitution, mourning, let’s pretend shelf life doesn’t matter lol.

Note: I know in Y7 he's referred to as 'The Bartender' but for simplicity's sake, we're just gonna use his name. It's not like this is following much of a canon plot anyway lol.

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Kash takes a pill.. for science.

The unlit cigarette dangled from his wet lips as he slipped on his sport coat, his worn reflection staring back at him in the dusty, old mirror. He tilted his head to the side, sizing himself up; a dark gray turtleneck, khaki pants, the black sportcoat with black oxfords. He’d asked his newest bartender Rika, a twenty-something for advice on a trendy outfit for a man of his age. He wasn’t expecting her to volunteer to shop with him but staring at himself all gussied up, he supposed she’d done the job. He just hoped that you would be pleased with it. He slid the sleeve of his coat to check the time on his silver italian watch- a gift from you for his recent birthday- and saw that there was still an hour until he was meant to meet with you.

A brow twitched as he patted himself down in search of his lighter. Wasn’t it the exact same time when he last checked? Was the watch broken or something?

Nerves. 

Ever since he opened his eyes and really saw you, he found that his nerves were getting the better of him. Perhaps that was why he was so impatient. 

You were a bartender at a lowkey little bar he happened upon while on some business in the next town over. It was a little run down but it was quiet and had an excellent selection, almost on par with Survive (without the markups) which was questionable due to the overall ambience of the place- the college kids either hadn’t found it yet or it wasn’t trendy enough for the younger crowd. He appreciated the silence, though. 

Many nights he’d drink and reminisce while reading bottles. It reminded him of his younger years, nights out with the men he once called brothers, long before the name Osamu Kashiwagi meant anything.

As if it’d been assigned to him, he’d find himself sitting in the same barstool slotted between the wall and the short end of the bartop. It had the best view. He could see it all, from bar to wall to entrance. His drink order was always the same, muttered in the same gruff tone that signaled to the others that he was there for his drink and not an ounce of additional conversation. No one managed to get further than that or rather, no one ever wanted to, that was, until you showed up.

There weren’t many things Osamu cared for in a fellow bartender other than the ability to serve a good drink and to never keep him waiting long. You’d done well. However, over time, observing you and your coworkers he noticed something that stood out about you. Your effortless grace as you navigate your way behind the bar, your sweet smile as you serve your patrons and that candid concentration as you carefully crafted beverages to be proud of. Oftentimes, observing you took precedence over the counting of missing and cracked ceiling tiles.

Sparse rushes were his favorite, watching the way you kept your cool as orders continuously poured in, never once would you lose that subtle curve to your lips. 

You loved this. He could tell. Adored it.

You were radiant, much too radiant for a place like this and he often wondered why you were there in the first place until he remembered that smile– the answer to his question. 

Every time. 

Some nights he wanted to whisk you away from Twilight and have you work at Survive instead but in order to suggest that, he’d need to know more about you. So, he let down his wall but only when you served him.

He found you to be a natural conversationalist and despite the obvious gap in your ages, you were certainly wise beyond your years. Never had there been a time where he felt at a loss about what to talk about with you. You were kind, quick-witted and courteous. He often wondered if you were capable of having bad days because you were always ‘on’. Challenging your knowledge about the bottles behind you was fun too and more often than not, he wound up being schooled instead. Some of it was so good that he found himself using it back at his own bar.

In the beginning, he’d only visit a couple times a month but the more he got to know you, the more he found himself drawn to the place. Eventually, it’d gotten to the point where he’d leave his place and suddenly find himself on the train as if he’d been teleported– never really making the conscious decision to go on his own but he’d wind up there, hoping it’d be you serving him. 

Then, on days you weren’t there, he’d be met with a pang of disappointment and the drinks were never as good.

For a very long time, he’d denied that he’d seemingly developed a bit of a crush on you. Your occasional playful but lighthearted flirtations weren’t lost on him. He just downplayed it and told himself that you were like that with all your regulars- it was just your style; but he’d been observing you well enough to know better than that. Still, he couldn’t imagine that a sweet young thing like you would even give an old codger like him a second glance let alone flirt so brazenly. It wasn’t until one particular night that he was forced to realize that just as much as he’d been paying attention to you, you’d been doing the same to him.

He had shown up at Twilight that night, taking his usual seat at the bar– that night, emptier than usual and before he could huff out his typical order, you’d already placed it in front of him. He met your eyes, so full of concern and grumbled a ‘thank you’. You took a look around the bar, likely aware that he would be one of your only customers that night and you placed your hand atop his. 

“You’re not looking like yourself tonight, Kashiwagi-san.” you said, just low enough for him to hear. 

He stared at your hand, heart doing somersaults in his chest as pangs of guilt filled his gut. The warmth of your touch felt almost like a cure for the dull pain he was feeling inside. Staring at your smooth, pretty hand, he was filled with shame. There he was, mourning the loss of the one woman who had ever meant anything to him while simultaneously feeling at peace from the touch of another. 

“Is that so?” he said, balling his fist against the counter to hide that he’d begun to tremble to which you withdrew.

“What’s troubling you?” you asked, then gestured toward the empty bar. “As you can see, I’m all yours tonight.”

He opened his mouth, his bottom lip quivering as he’d gone to speak but instead said nothing. Osamu felt compelled to open up to you though, he was never much for talking about his feelings. Only one other person had done that for him and so again swelled his guilt. 

He remained silent.

“Not in the mood to talk, huh? I know just the trick.” you winked, “How about I make you something special?”

“Special?”

“Very special!” You drummed on the counter and beamed, “I call it The Kashiwagi Sidecar. It’s a cocktail I crafted… with you in mind.”

His brow quirked, “Me?”

“Yes, you…” you said. “Now, I know that The Kashiwagi Sidecar doesn’t quite have a nice ring to it.”

He disagreed.

“But, I want its namesake to have a taste and share some thoughts. If you like it well enough, I’ll put it on the secret menu– after you help me rename it, of course. Oh, but close your eyes, you can’t see what I put in it.” 

“That sounds a little suspicious.”

“C’mon, don't you trust me? It’s just so that we can play a little guessing game.” you whined.

Playfully clicking his tongue and inhaling sharply, he rested his eyes shut. “Oh fine but, know that I have a good nose. So, no funny business.”

“Aye aye, Cap’n.”

He couldn’t see a thing but he’d watched you make hundreds of drinks by now that he could practically picture you behind his shut lids, graciously gliding behind the bar, collecting what you needed and then putting them into the shaker before mixing it all. He could bet every yen in his wallet that you were sporting a sweet smile as you did so and he ached at the fact that he couldn’t see it.

“Alright, everything is put away. You can open your eyes.” you said, pouring the mixture into a martini glass and garnishing it with a citrus peel.

You placed the orange concoction in front of him and he smiled for the first time since he entered the bar, “The Kashiwagi Sidecar, huh?”

You gestured for him to try it and with your nudge, he swirled the cocktail a bit by his nose, taking in the notes of tangerine and bourbon. Finally, he placed his lips at the rim and took in a polite sip, then let it rest in his mouth for a moment before swallowing it down. He took note of how tart it was when it first hit his tongue but mellowed into a subtle sweet, but smoky finish. 

It was good... Delicious, even.

Closing his eyes, he titled back his head, Adam's apple bobbing as he swiped his tongue over his lips, “That’s certainly bourbon.”

“Which bourbon?” 

“Top shelf stuff for sure.” He swiped a thumb over his lip as he thought, “Stagg… That smoky sweetness is unmistakable.”

“Wow.” you whistled, impressed. “Go on.”

“Liqueur…” he hummed, “Grand Marnier, maybe?”

“Damn, Kashiwagi-san! That's correct. Uh-huh, what else?”

He opened his eyes to see yours sparkling back at him hopefully as he took another sip. He pinched the stem of the glass as he twisted it around, “And… orange juice?”

You cheesed, seemingly happy to have stumped him. “What makes you think that?”

“The orange peel.” 

“That’s a tangerine peel.”

“Ah, damn it… Tangerine. What else did I miss?”

“Just a splash of lemon juice.” you said with a pinching motion.

He clapped, “It was right there on the tip of my tongue. I could’ve guessed that.”

“Ah ha, but you didn’t.” you said, wagging your finger teasingly.

“You win this round.”

“I know I do. Now, drink up, we’ve got some brainstorming to do.”

“I’m not sure I can name your drink.”

“Sure, you can. We’ve got all night.” you said, leaning onto the bar. “And while you think, maybe that little cocktail will loosen your lips enough for you to tell me what’s going on.”

He was just about to take another sip until you said that. His dark eyes studied your expression, so genuinely curious about the man before you. Osamu’s head dipped toward his lap as he let out a small shudder, barely noticeable but he wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d caught it anyway.

“Today’s the anniversary…” he managed, staring at the counter as he pictured her face. “Eleven years now, she’s been gone… My wife.”

“I see.” you said thoughtfully. “I’m sorry to hear that, Kashiwagi-san.”

“Don’t be… It’s… Well, it’s been over a decade now. It’s time I move on.”

“They say that time heals all wounds but I can see the pain that you’re in. A decade or not, you can’t tell your hurt when to go away. Even if it takes you another decade, you will conquer this. There’s nothing wrong with taking all the time that you need... You loved her, didn’t you?”

He wanted to joke that he wasn’t sure if he even had a decade left but he didn’t have it in him. 

Instead, he nodded, smiling softly at the thought of his late beloved. “More than anything.”

“Then, don’t force your heart to part with her when it’s not ready. No one is rushing you. So, don’t rush yourself.” you gripped his balled hand and smiled. “If it helps, you can talk to me about her. I don’t mind lending you an ear. I’d rather you do that than keep it all bottled up. After all, what are friends for?”

He wasn’t sure what brought it on but a single tear rolled down his cheek. He felt it but he was too stunned by you to react. The timing wasn’t exactly ideal but at that moment, he recognized you. 

Truly recognized you. 

And goodness did he find you beautiful. 

He swiped at the tear dangling from his chin and chuckled lightly, “I suppose you're right.”

Your nose scrunched at him and his heart flipped, causing him to blink away from you. It was such a cute expression and his cheeks burned when he realized that he felt that way. Guilt consumed him once more. And just after he’d opened up about his wife. 

What the hell was his problem?

“So,” you said, smacking the counter playfully. “Have you got a name for me?”

He lifted the glass to his lips as they curled softly at the rim, “How about ‘The Usual’?”

“The Usual?”

“Well, I’m going to need you to start making these for me from now on. I don’t think I’ll have anything else. After all, you did make this with me in mind, right?”

“I like it!” Clasping your hands together excitedly as you bounced on your toes. “Sounds casual enough.”

The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he watched you clean the counter behind you. He wasn’t sure what came over him but he didn’t realize what he’d done until after he’d already opened his mouth to invite you for a round of drinks at Survive someday. With a smile, one that told him you hadn’t been expecting the sudden invitation, you agreed. 

It wasn’t necessarily a promise but he did look forward to the day that you walked through that door. 

Night after night. 

He told himself that if you showed up, he would invite you out for dinner just to explore his curiosity in you– nothing more. 

A single dinner couldn’t hurt, right?

The night you entered the bar, he nearly lost his breath. Perhaps even had a heart attack. He’d never seen you in casual clothes before but he was stunned. This was the true you and you overwhelmed him without realizing. 

He served you that night with his mission in mind but he could never bring himself to say the words. When you left that night, eyes glossy from the alcohol, he felt an ache in his chest, disappointed in himself for missing his chance. 

A couple weeks had passed without him going to Twilight, he couldn’t bring himself to face you. That was until you opened the door to Survive once more, in all your radiance. Fate was giving him a second chance. With his nerves steeled, he told himself that would be the night. 

No excuses. 

That was until one of his regulars, young– closer to your age, perhaps, handsome and charismatic approached you with the intentions of wooing you enough to convince you to hit a love hotel with him. Osamu watched him do this every Friday night and he was almost always successful. He just hoped and prayed to whoever was listening, that tonight would be the night the young man failed. When he heard you reject him, he hoped no one noticed his sigh of relief after having eavesdropped on your conversation with bated breath. 

When you asked to close your tab, he covered it for you and exited the back of the bar to walk you to the door. This wasn’t something he’d usually do when a guest was leaving but he was on a mission and he didn’t want to be standing behind the bar if you found it in yourself to reject him as well. This was a very real possibility that he was painfully aware of but he finally stopped allowing fear to dissuade him. 

You looked over your shoulder at him, obviously curious as to why he’d followed you outside.

“Thank you for covering my tab again tonight, Kashiwagi-san but you don’t have to do that every time I visit.”

“It’s no issue. I want to make sure you’re well taken care of. After all, it means alot to me that you chose Survive to spend your evening off…”

There was a lengthy silence as he stared at you before he cleared his throat and spoke up again. 

“I… I’m sorry if this is too forward but, I would like to get to know you more.” he said, fire ravaged him from the inside out. He could feel sweat beading around his hairline. “I was hoping that you would allow me to treat you to dinner sometime?”

Why the hell was he speaking so formally all of a sudden?

Your eyes widened for a moment and he couldn’t read your expression. So he braced himself for rejection. That was until you smiled brightly at him and nodded. 

“Are you asking me out on a date, Kashiwagi-san?”

“I… suppose I am?” he nodded. “Yes, I suppose I am.”

“And here I thought I was gonna have to ask you myself.” you chuckled lightly, rummaging through your bag for a pen and something to write on. “I’d be more than happy to go out to dinner with you. Here’s my number.”

“I’ll– I’ll give you a call soon and we can make plans then.”

With a light grip on his forearm you smiled, “Don’t keep me waiting long. I’ll die from the anticipation.”

And he didn’t. He’d given you a call the next day to set up something for your next day off– a dinner date at the best sushi place in town. He spared no expense that night. He made sure you had more than enough to eat and drink. He took care of your taxi. He even brought you a small gift of appreciation. Nothing elaborate, just a gift box of candies he’d heard you mention once or twice before. 

Despite how nervous he’d been that night, the date went off without a hitch. He learned so much about you and was already dying to learn more. He even told you more about himself, namely how long it’d been since he’d last attempted to take someone out on a proper date. Hence his nervousness. 

6 years.

He’d only attempted to date someone once since his wife’s passing and he realized back then that he wasn’t ready to move on yet. Everything the other woman did, reminded him of his wife which was likely why he was drawn to her in the first place.

It’d been a lonely 11 years. 

He’d gone from being reminded of how much he was loved every single day, even when he didn’t deserve it to suddenly forgetting what being in love felt like. 

He still felt guilty when he first took you out, wondering if it had been too soon still- if he was even ready but when he noticed the emptiness he felt when you were away from him, he couldn’t help but call for you again and again.

Between regular dates or visiting each other’s bars, there was hardly enough time in between for him to miss you. He couldn’t stand the feeling. He was always wanting to hear your voice, smell your scent, be near your warmth but even so, after months at this, your relationship didn’t progress past a meager kiss at the beginning and end of each meeting.

He liked you more than words could explain and he knew that the feeling was mutual but he couldn’t bring himself to make any moves beyond that. The kiss was more than enough for him for a while. However, he could tell that you were past desiring more than that. It was clear from your heavy eyes and lingering touches. 

He held your hand when he walked you home and he embraced you tightly when you reached the door but each time your tongue attempted to slip past his lips, he’d break away from you with a soothing rub of your shoulders and bid you goodnight before you could attempt to invite him inside. 

He wasn’t sure what you thought of this. He wasn’t sure how to broach the topic but he was certain that you would say something soon enough. Everything had been going so smoothly between you two, but this was the one part that he was dreading.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to go further with you. The heavens knew that he did. These past weeks have been especially painful as he’d found himself thinking of you in ways he hadn’t thought of another woman in years. It brought him shame when the dates came to an end and he sat on the rim of the tub stroking his half hard cock to the thought of placing you in various positions– the sounds and faces you’d make. Then, he forced himself to bury those thoughts after he came so that he could face you once again. 

The desire to make love to you wasn’t the issue. It was truly alive and well but on nights when he attempted to convince himself to accept when that invitation for ‘tea’ was extended, memories came rushing back that made the longing in his loins dissolve with a quickness. 

And everytime, he’d go home leaving you wanting. 

You weren’t the first woman Osamu had been in the position to have sex with since his wife’s passing. Nor were you the first since he’d attempted to date 6 years ago. Getting there wasn’t necessarily the issue, making it happen was and that was where he’d been stumped multiple times. 

He could still remember the first time it happened. It had been a few years since his first and last attempt to date and he had no interest in trying again but he was encouraged by Kanda, a friend and fellow widower, to visit a parlor that he recommended. He was given a huge pep talk beforehand about how it didn’t mean anything. 

It was just an ‘outlet’ for all his pent up frustration, a haven for release but once he’d gotten into the room, he was met with more frustration than he’d initially entered with. 

The woman, beautiful and talented, put her everything into trying to get a rise out of him- a literal rise and nothing. It horrified him like nothing has ever horrified him before. He apologized as he hastily threw his clothes back on and was out of the door with more than 30 minutes left in his session. 

He went home that night and stared himself down, furious that his dick had betrayed him like that. Eventually, he relaxed and told himself that it was only because he’d pressured himself too much. 

Everything was fine. 

It’d only happened once. 

Everything would be fine.

But that night haunted him and he couldn’t just leave it there. So, he told himself that he would give it a bit of time and he would try it again- someplace different. 

Then, it happened again.

It dinged his confidence in a way that nothing else ever had. He couldn’t wrap his mind around having this sort of problem. Back then, all he had to do was see his wife remove her bra from under her shirt and he was up and raring to go. Sure, he’d been an older man, but did that sort of dysfunction begin so soon? 

He hoped that he still had time left. 

One night, he had been walking through town when he was accosted by a barker, advertising a parlor that acts as a hostess club on the surface. He heard all about it before in his bar. These sorts of things weren’t his scene but his ego was shattered and he was desperate to prove himself. So, he went. He spent more money than he should have and he was invited for an ‘after hours date’ which was just code for a hookup with the sweet girl he’d been wasting his yen on all night. 

She was younger, perhaps in her early 30s and she was perky, enthusiastic… She reminded him of his wife when they were younger. Just… boobier. That realization helped him get hard but it’d been so long since he’d been inside someone that he’d lasted all of two minutes and that was being generous. 

The woman was nice enough to offer to spend more time with him but once the clarity washed over him, the amount of money for less than 3 minutes of sex, he was so embarrassed with himself that all he wanted was to get far, far away from the place and never, ever look back! 

The third time was not the charm; twice he couldn’t get it up and once he finished much too soon. He was convinced that anything beyond that would be cursed to end in heartache and disappointment too. His ego couldn’t take it anymore. So, he didn’t even try no matter how much he thought about it.

Some time later, he had been over at Kanda’s for a night of drinking as they often did. He couldn’t quite remember how it happened, likely due to his whiskey intake but he confided in his friend about his ‘problem’ and Kanda– ever the solutionist, left the low table for a few minutes, only to return with a solemn expression on his usually goofy face.

“Show me yer hand there, Kash.” he said, his words almost slurring.

Osamu blinked slowly, so inebriated that his audio processing was slightly delayed. Narrowing his eyes at the man, he carefully extended his palm. Kanda’s eye contact was intense, almost uncomfortable to keep but Osamu could tell that he was trying to communicate a lot to him without a word. 

He was just too drunk to decipher it.

“Here…” he muttered and from his fist a soft clacking fell into the other man’s palm.

When he removed his hand,Osamu’s eyes widened cartoonishly. He felt as if they were going to pop out of his head. His eyes darted from his palm to Kanda from Kanda then back to his palm.

“The hell is this?” he growled, his upper lip curved in a snarl.

Except, Osamu knew precisely what he’d been holding in his hand. He was sure that not one man his age couldn’t identify that cool, blue, diamond-shaped pill from anywhere.

“Call it a little pick-me-up.” Kanda started, “It’ll help ya out.”

He dropped the pills, Kanda must have given him at least six or seven, and they scattered across the table. The other man looked at him but didn’t say a word. He was sure that he had known he was embarrassed. They’d known each other like the backs of their hands by now.

“I don’t need any– I’m not taking something like that.” Osamu said, his tone harsh as he looked off to the side of the room. “I don’t want it.”

“Kash, listen to me… Ain’t nothing wrong with gettin’ a little help every now and then,” he said, picking up the scattered pills. “It’s been a big help for me… Hell, I– I’ve been takin’ these since before I lost Yuzuru.”

Osamu’s ears perked up at the mention of the other man’s late wife. And finally, he looked back at his friend.

“This has been a problem for me for… a while. Ya ain’t alone in this. And that’s why I’m tellin’ ya. Ain’t nothing wrong with ya if ya take it. Y’ain’t less a’ man…” he said, suddenly sounding far away despite sitting in the same spot. “If ya get embarrassed over this, well, that’s yer pride doin’ the talkin’... It happens to the best of us sometimes an’ when it does…”

Kanda neatly placed the pills that he gathered as close to Osamu’s side of the table as he could reach.

“Ya prove it wrong.”

On the walk home that night, he remembered feeling them rattling around in his pocket. Again, the whiskey prevented him from even remembering when he’d put them there– if he had been the one to put them there at all. He thought about them the whole stumble to the corner, the entire taxi ride home and a majority of his shower before he decided that maybe Kanda was right.

He would give them a try.

He made sure to do it on a night when he was sober with no other obligations, just in case something went wrong. He’d heard horror stories before. So, he was extra special careful and treated it almost like a ritual.

He placed the diamond on his tongue and downed as much water as he could to ensure he’d flushed it down. He rummaged through an old box where he’d hid his old dirty movies from his wife and he popped it into the DVD player. His flesh began to feel hot. So, he stripped himself bare and stretched out onto his futon. The opening scene in the movie was a particularly steamy one with an actress that Osamu had always been fond of. When he saw her undress, he felt himself twitch alive. His heart pounded against his chest and his mouth went dry. 

It was happening. 

He usually cringed to himself at the corny lines the actors spouted out toward each other to build the sexual tension but even that was enough to make his cock jump with excitement. He lifted himself slightly upright to admire himself, standing at full attention, precum leaking onto his slightly hairy stomach. A soft smile found its way upon his lips as if he’d just run across an old friend and was thrilled to catch up. 

Osamu gathered as much saliva as he could in his mouth before spitting onto his cockhead, eyes batting at the warmth. He wrapped his own rough hand around his shaft to spread it from base to tip, easing the glide of his palm. He thumbed the prominent vein on the side of his thick cock, sensitive to the touch and he let out a soft moan, gripping the sheets beneath him with his freehand. 

His mouth fell open as sighs of relief slipped out of him. His brown eyes bore into the screen ahead of him once more. He watched the man’s pixelated cock slam into her matching pixelated pussy. His stare was intense as he tried to imagine what the star looked like beyond the pixelation- all he could make out was that she was hairy, one of his favorite qualities about her and imagined that it was his cock that she’d been whining over instead. 

“Please! Do it harder!” she cried, reaching down to stimulate herself in time with the actor’s thrusts and he did try in earnest to match them himself.

He tossed his head back and groaned. His cock was rock hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he stood so solidly and the thought made him chuckle for the briefest of moments until he’d cut himself off to let out a sound of pleasure- a deep, guttural moan. The sound of his fist pounding against himself filled the room until it was all he could hear. As if he’d forgotten about the porn he’d been watching. He shut his eyes and reminisced of the best sex he’s ever had… So long ago.

God, he missed her. 

He silenced that thought. This moment was for science. He was conducting an experiment. He couldn’t allow himself to be distracted with negative thoughts. He spent enough days forcing himself through sad masturbation sessions; his erection coming and going, his heart and mind half in it. He hadn’t made himself feel this good in years. He almost forgot what it was like, how great it could feel. Even so, he sucked his pink lip, glossy with spit, into his mouth at the thought of how he’d gladly trade this moment for the touch of a woman instead.

“Ah,” he sighed, gripping the base of his cock tight as he threw himself back onto the futon. “Fuck… Fuck.”

He tuned back in to the pretty moaning on the TV. It was such a long scene and he was nearing the end of it. He’d been masturbating for at least twenty minutes and he really felt like he could keep going but he wanted to cum with the woman moaning on the screen. It’d been so long since he’d gotten to make a woman cum. It was always an honor. He wanted to simulate that experience at this moment.

He wrapped his strong fingers around himself even tighter, quickening his stroke to bring himself closer. 

“I’m gonna cuuuum!” the woman whined.

He lifted himself just enough to see the screen and muttered in the smallest of voices, his ears hot with embarrassment but he pushed through it. “Let’s cum together, sweetheart.”

This was his favorite part of the scene. Even his dick remembered it. The woman moaned and flailed dramatically for the camera while Osamu’s toes curled as he gripped his tightening balls. 

He groaned, almost loud enough to drown out the TV. Ropes of hot, white seed shot out onto his abdomen and chest, as he panted and twitched through his orgasm. He continued to stroke himself until he could no longer. 

Finally, his hand fell from his throbbing cock, still half hard even after all that. It took him a while to catch his breath and as he did, he extended his hand, admiring the amount of cum he’d spilled onto himself and its reach. His hand, his stomach and chest. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. 

“Fucking Kanda…” he sighed. 

Part 2 still in the works (yall know how I am)

[exile-on-uwustreet]

fic masterpost!!

putting all my anime fics in one place - for easier access and spreading my hurt/comfort + weird smut agenda:

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Shoko-centric, background Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime:

fit for the job - rated T, day-in-the-life fic with a lot of sashisu angst.

Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento:

in your dreams - rated M, fluff + angst + hurt/comfort. Nanami tucks Gojo to sleep after he's forced to stay awake for days.

no curse talk at breakfast - rated M, fluff + angst + mission fic. Nanami is dispatched on a mission with Gojo and sharing hotel rooms makes their feelings for each other difficult to avoid.

Mahito/Nanami Kento:

good weird/bad weird - explicit, kink exploration and misuse of Mahito's stitches.

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu/Fyodor Dostoevsky:

virgin martyr - explicit. undernegotiated CNC kink, bottom Fyodor.

Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi:

i won't say no, how could i - rated T. fluff + angst, confession fic

all love starts as a scheme - rated T. fluff + comedy, Dazai pines after Atsushi and tries to not be his cunning self about it.

bang, there was you - rated T. whump + hurt/comfort. Dazai takes a bullet for Atsushi.

Vanitas no Carte:

Noé Archiviste/Vanitas:

eaten whole - explicit. trans!Noé, mild S/M, a lot of talk about marking and eyeball licking.

out of the blue - rated M. fluff + angst. Noé dries and brushes and Vanitas' hair.

this is what happens when you sleep outside - rated T. sickfic + angst, Noé takes care of Vanitas who gets a tuberculosis scare.

D.Gray-man:

Lavi/Kanda Yuu:

very, very good friends - explicit, bottom Kanda. Lavi seduces Kanda to entertain himself while struggling with feelings for Allen. +now with art!

[hyper-drive-muses]

get to know the mun! repost, don’t reblog.

— BASICS

nickname : Trombone

pronouns : He / Him

zodiac sign : Taurus

taken or single : Married!

anything else? : The name Trombone comes from exactly where you think it does. I was a band kid, and I wound up, eventually, falling in love with the trombone, and that's the instrument I ended up playing the most. It's also paired with an OC of mine's name to give my full online monicker.

— THREE SERIOUS FACTS

-I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety from a young age.

-I've worn glasses for my poor sight since I was eight, so, over 20 years now.

-I got to marry the love of my life recently, and she's wonderful, and amazing, and sometimes I will gush about her.

— THREE RANDOM FACTS

-I'm a cosplayer. My cosplays have actually been posted here on Tumblr (by me).

-I've got quite the collection of Flygon charms, pins, and figures, and even an amazing, quarter sleeve tattoo.

-I once got a famous actor to sign a picture of me in cosplay as one of their characters, and he got the biggest kick out of it.

— EXPERIENCE

-I've been role-playing since 2010-11? I started both in texts and notebooks with one of my friends at school, and on Gaia. Started with the script text, but quickly graduated to at least paragraph responses. I'm new to the Tumblr RPC, but it's been so welcoming with my single muse blogs, so I figured I'd include a multimuse to get my brain to stop being so loud about the current muses.

— MUSE PREFERENCE

-Currently, my single muse blogs, Tobirama Senju and Indra Otsutsuki from Naruto, but the brainrot settled on Leon and Raihan from Pokemon, and also Yu Kanda from D.Gray-Man has been awakened again.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF : I do love me some good fluff.

ANGST : I feel like a thread can always benefit from some well timed and planned angst, but heavy angst threads are hard to keep up.

SMUT : If the muses are of age, and the muns wanna do it, I'm down for some smut, I don't mind. Mutuals only, though.

PLOT / MEMES : I'm open to both, but I'm a much more sporadic writer, so a vague plot works better in my mind, and I can throw random curve balls when they come. But, memes, yes! And I'll do my best to send them back in response!

Tagged by: stolen from @mused-like-roses

Tagging: None, steal if you like!

[yoakkemae]

wow imagine kanda and lavi for the shipping meme 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter | HOW ABOUT YOU RESPOND TO THE SMUT THREAD THAT YOU FORGOT ABOUT HUH

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: i genuinely still can't believe kanda is the only one who has fucked lavi in the past seven-ish years like this is so funny to me

[the-stray-liger]

Its one of the few Kanda smut fics I've ever read where Kanda wasn't ooc it was angsty but good

Remembered a Kanda/Miranda fic I read once and I would kill to find it again but it was in spanish

[readerinsertz]

NSFW D. Gray Man Character Requests MDNI

Haven’t seen Hallow yet, may update this when I have

✧ Kanda (Hard Dom, degrader, “pathetic, humping my boots already?” princess, slut, object insertion, fucks you with his sword, hair pulling, head pusher, doggy, doesn’t need to punish you cuz you’re too scared to disobey him and get be punished, spanked you so hard once you couldn’t sit down and were limping, punishments are normally him jerking off with you watching and not helping, sadistic, makes you (hygenically) lick his cum off the floor, cums scoops it up and either forces it back into your pussy or into your mouth, finger sucking, sparring that ends with him slamming you onto the floor and bruising your cervix, housewife/domesticity kink, takes care of your nails and hair without asking, makes sure you’re fed by giving you food and walking off lol, pulls you whilst you’re walking in the corridor into a broom cupboard just to kiss you for 10 mins with one hand gripping your waist/butt and the other resting on the wall above your head, makes you walk around with a dildo and smirks when people ask you if you’re okay, degrader, daddy? Or Sir, marking, threesome with Lavi to see who can fuck you dumb quickest, probably lets Allen watch him fuck you, Allen balancing him out with his soft dom-ness, “training exercise” where he ties you up and gives you 5 mins to escape then teaches you the correct way fucks you or demonstrate what the enemy would do to you, you in his lap back to his chest and legs hooked over his him fingering you, plays with your pussy in a non-sexual way, nipple pincher, size kink, strength kink, innocence kink but also if you are strong and can fight loves being the one to overpower and take you down, CNC, Pred/Prey, seems the type to steal your pants then casually twirls them around his finger when people are nearby- won’t actually let them get a glimpse at what is his but the way your eyes grow wide in fear and how your body brushes up against his as you jump to grab your pants he’s dangling above your hear is just oof, face and pussy slapping, Brat tamer #2- doesn’t even wait for you to tire yourself out from the tantrum before he’s on you, RP: akuma!reader x exorcist!Kanda, akuma/noah!Kanda X exorcist!Kanda)

✧ Lavi (Soft and Hard D, DD coos down at you, loves when he’s holding you up and fucking you and you’re too small and weak the only thing you can do is grip onto his shoulders, probably ties you up and gags you then leaves so he can come back to a present, pet play, fox or cat play, threatens to turn your pussy into his new hammer/innocence holder, praise, spanking, boot humping when you’ve pissed him off and have to work to get into his good graces again, dumbification, student-teacher, bimbo-tutor RP, Intelligence kink, pretends to “teach you” but gives the hardest material and fingers you so you fail, him tutting when you make mistakes, “it’s my fault, love, thought you were big enough”, soft gaslighting- 2+2=4 one day then 2+2=5 the next- “oh well, you’re too stupid to teach, might as well make you my cockwarmer/cum dump/ puppy”-, sadistic, “training exercise” where he ties you up and gives you 5 mins to escape then teaches you the correct way fucks you or demonstrate what the enemy would do to you, cockwarming, “where’s the scawwy monster little one, need daddy to make you safe?” collars, face fucking, deep throating, him holding his head on his fist propped onto the armchair, gazing down at you and softly telling you about some sex thing on his travels, fucks you with his fingerless gloves “nope, again, your slick still hasn’t soaked the end of ‘em” a tease, dirty talker, blindfolds, bondage, fucks on door that have people behind it, threesome with Kanda- wither 2 mean!doms or soft and hard dom, pussy slapping, brat tramer #3, looks at you bored until you tire out “you done little one?”)

✧ Allen (soft dom, “baby why are you pouting?”, great at fingering, strip poker where you’re naked and he’s clothed, NWCM, “incorrectly” teaches you poker so you always lose, him going easy on you if you persuade him, pet play, boot grinding, can be mean “look at my messy little pup, so in heat you got slick all over my boots. Clean it up”, cockwarming, praise, cooing at you, nipple pincher, plays with your pussy all the time, long train rides pass with a dildo/vibe in you and a gag covered by a mask, fucks you in your uniform, never let you touch his left arm but snapped one day when you came whilst grinding on it, maybe pins you down with it activated, pink pants with lace, lingerie, sugar daddy energy, hair pulling, marking, scratching, messy kissing, light face slapping, infantilisation, service dom, lace collars) 

✧ Kory (softest dom, in an AU where you’re all banging i can see him being the one subs go to for aftercare, wraps his cape around you and tugs you into his chest rests his chin on the top of your head, size kink, strength kink, protector, possessive and will pout if you don’t give him enough attention, cannot discipline you at all, probably has to get the others to do so, probably cries when he tries to spank you in punishment- which is an effective way cuz you don’t want daddy crying because of you, buys you anything you look at for more than 3 seconds, so many pet names, some in Romanian, biggest service dom, thigh highs, eats pussy for his pleasure, calls you his rose, vampire-maiden RP, master-slave/pet, him manspreading and you kneeling in between his legs lets you be bratty and hump his foot/leg, cooing down at you, infantilisation, adores you, sitting on his lap-cockwarming- and lets you play with his white streak or put makeup on him. When his innocence is activated oof mean/hard!dom Krory activates too, pins you down on the ground and raws you, CNC, Pred/Prey, manhandles you, scratches, biting, degrader, makes you believe he’s praising you in Romanian but its’s just degrading things, puppy play, RP: master-slave, his vampire salvia has aphrodisiacs RP, Dacryphilia, collars with bells)

✧ Kamui (soft daddy, makes a sybian for you, RP: scientist-new specie, need to test equipment on his assistant, assistant coming to science head for a promotion, teacher-student, bimbo-tutor, oral cockwarming whilst he’s working, pet play but with science to make it all real, injects you with stuff that enhances everything, probably cups your face with his hand, dumbification, bimbofication, NWCM, lingerie, wear his lab coat = fucked dumb, can be real sly, puts a vibe on you to see how many orgasms you can take, uses your pigtails to fuck your face, infantilisation, cumming on your face, ahegao and photos of it, school girl uniform)

✧ Lenalee (soft Domme, mummy, sooo much praise, sits you down between her legs and does your hair “lets see if mummy can make your plaits fall out again” uses them to fuck your face, picks your clothes; rarely remembers pants, makes you her bimbo, jock!girl x bimbo!girl, goddess-priestess, queen-maid, flips your skirt up and nonchalantly fingered you, inspections, strapons too big for you “babygirl, mamma will make it fit”, RP: headmistress-bimbo student; akuma!reader x exorcist!Lena, bonadges, boot worship, lets you suck her tits, plays with your pussy casually, eats you out in the library, pet play, kitten curled up naked at her feet, sits in her chair with her legs over the armrests hand in your hair directing you to her pretty cunt so you can spend hours worshipping her, NWCW, sits on your face, foot fetish-makes you kiss her feet, has a cruel streak, packs and pulls you by your hips to grind her bulge into your ass, praise, soft degradation)

✧ Tkyi (hard dom, degrader, makes you hump things, object insertion, RP: master-slave;master-pet; dresses as an aristocrat and you a whore; exhibition- fucks you in the town square but you are his- but also aristocrat-damsel; princess-knight; with PRIOR CONSENT gets your nipples peirced and clit- he/another Noah pins you down as he/another Noah pierces you, you going to the “doctor” cuz you tingle down there or your daddy taking you to the “doctors”-another Noah cuz “her princess parts keep leaking”; exorcist reader x akuma!Tyki, collars, face slapping, coos down at you, cockwarming, another one who’ll finger you whilst reading something, “let me show you why we keep humans as pets”, finger sucking, deep throating, has you servicing him whilst at the table with the others present, praise/degradation in Portugese, strip poker, sugar daddy vibes, uses his Choose ability to torture you, phases his arm through a door/seat and fingers you, Refusal ability to stop you coming and edges you, implants the Teez in you but they’re pleasurable like Ben Wa balls, fucks you in his awakened Noah form, him teaching you how to finger yourself, inspections of his princess, ahegao probably has pictures of it in his wallet)

 Haven’t watched enough of him yet to write requests for him

[kandasdog]

I just came back from the mdf dead to make a statement: the fact that none of u fic writers, EVER, wrote a one-shot/smut or anything related to KANDA TEASING is absolutely‼️ OUTRAGEOUS‼️

Have you seen this mdf’s smirk and the way he sometimes teases during fights? I shall repeat myself: that smirk and attitude?? Those teasing words?? 🫦The confidence??? Noooo‼️‼️‼️‼️this blindness must stop‼️‼️‼️‼️I AM DYING‼️‼️‼️‼️ We are truly far behind from revolution as human beings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💣💥🤯

NOBODY SEES MY CONCEPT, NOBODYYYYYY. I’M ALONE, I DIE AND I ROTT ON THIS ROAD.

If you have a fic like that somewhere tho… just letting y’all know… dms are open and I can 💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

[savagetrickster]

D.Gray Man | Kanda Yu (NSFW)

Okay so I kinda got carried away while writing for this request. Somehow it has escalated to R-rated stuff oops XD But honestly it was so fun writing this! I hope you wouldn’t mind me putting more than you had requested.  

So this is like my first NSFW for D.Gray man. I guess this fandom deserve a taste of NSFW as well since BNHA got the attention for that XD 

Apologies for errors, again.

Warning(s): 18+, implied breeding kink (duh, you even surprised?), unprotected sex, pregnancy

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She thought about how lucky she was to be allocated a relatively simple mission that was only a day away from the branch and partnered with Kanda like he was the cherry on top. 

Missions together were rare. After Kanda was appointed as a new General, the opportunities to spend time with each other became miserably sparse.

He was a busy man then but now with his promotion that comes with bigger responsibilities, he was an even busier man. 

There was nothing but a big empty gap between them. What they have right now felt like a long-distance relationship. Most of the time his room was empty since being a General required his attention outside the branch. 

Even with time granted to them when he was home, kisses were curt and touches were brief. 

That was why being assigned to this mission with Kanda alone was a golden opportunity. Rare and precious to her. 

Even if it meant being attacked by Tyki Mikk on their way back. 

Well, that was what she thought until Kanda appeared before her, standing between a harsh slash down across the air that could have killed her if he wasn’t fast enough to intercept.

Kanda was fast enough to step between them but a second too late from deflecting the attack with Mugen.

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Gloom stayed stubbornly in her eyes as she worked on bandaging the bloodied wound across Kanda’s chest. 

She had set herself straight to work on Kanda the moment she forced him to sit down on the bed in the inn they had been staying in, despite his protest.

Recurring memory of him taking the blow for her. The spray of his blood over her shook her. 

Throughout the rest of the battle against their enemy, she dealt her blows with rage upon witnessing that. 

She was worried, scared, and angry. 

So damn angry at the Noah. 

So damn angry at Kanda. 

So damn angry at herself.

“Yu, what you did just now wasn’t necessary.” Kanda raised his eyes to her. 

He had already given up trying to stop her futile effort bandaging him. His regenerative seal would heal him but she insisted on preventing infection before it did its work.  

“....please don’t do that again.” 

His gaze turned incredulous. “And let you die?” His fingers curled into the bed underneath.

Bitterness clenched around her heart, “Maybe.” 

A hiss sifted through her gritted teeth. “You’re not a shield. You’re someone precious to me and I’d rather die than see you do that to yourself-”

She didn’t know how or when; it was abrupt and too fast.

Her breath shuddered out of her as she suddenly found herself pinned down on the bed by an irritated, glaring glint blazing down from Kanda’s face.

Kanda stared back down at her, towering over her with a hot swirl of emotions swelling in his heart.

Before he felt anything for her, he was just a man drifting aimlessly in this long, suffering war as an exorcist. 

Missions after missions. 

Akumas after akumas.

Battles after battles against the Noahs.

That was what his life was all about. 

It was like a dark tunnel without the light at the end of it. There was no goal, there was no end.

Given how bleak his circumstances were, he had never spared a thought about his future. He was just a soldier or in a technical, more crude sense, a walking weapon.

That was what Exorcists were. Unwilling hosts for the Innocence - a curse that would follow them till death. Even for him, death was hard to come by.

But with (Name) in his life. 

He wasn’t so pessimistic about his circumstances anymore. The future didn’t seem so bleak anymore. He bore hopes for what the aftermath of this cruel war would bring about.

She was the light at the end of this dark tunnel. 

“If what I did keeps you safe,” Kanda felt his restraint over himself breaking. The words he had kept to himself for a long time wanted to spill.  “I’ll keep being that shield.” 

He had always wished she could be taken off the battlefield. 

Every time he was out there roaming the lands as a General he was made to be, his mind was always crazy worried about her. 

Knowing she was also out there risking her life.

He knew he was being a hypocrite here, but the fear and worry that gripped him every time his mind strayed to thoughts of her made him wistful.

The urge to use his higher authority to pull her out of her duty was tempting every single time. Just to keep her safe and as far away from the lurking dangers this war was embodied with.

The emotions bottled up in him fanned with every breath he took, his piercing eyes wavering on her. 

He wanted her.

It had something to do with pent-up need for her he had neglected due to his duties. The emotions in him were not so innocent either.

The last thread of restraint on himself broke the moment she extended a hand up to his face with a tender soft look in her eyes. 

His body wanted hers. 

There was nothing holding back anymore. 

He couldn’t, even with the rational voice screaming in his head. The carnal urge in him was smothering and drove through him powerfully.

A trembling breath left him as his lips met hers and pressed into her with an urgent need, immediately inciting a soft moan humming against his prying mouth. 

Their mingling breaths were hasty and shivering as the feverish kiss deepened with tilting heads and moans.

His hands were busy. Her hands were busy. 

Clothes were shredded off them and tossed carelessly in the heat of their passion. Between their heated actions, wild hands roamed. 

Her body grew more and more ready for his.

And his for hers.

His hands eventually found their way to her thighs and pushed apart with a firm grip on them as he settled himself between them.

Their panting lips parted as their dazed, wavering gaze met.

A fleeting whimper slipped through her lips as he pushed himself into her, completely buried in one powerful thrust.

His toned, chiseled chest stuttered with a shaky exhale as he pulled himself through the tightness gripping onto him. 

Towering over her with raw hunger in his gaze, the thrust driven back into her tore a broken cry from her. 

The blistering white flash of pleasure accompanied the jolting wide stretch inside her.

The bed creaked and protested under them, joining her cries and his growls as he pummeled into her fiercely. 

Strained grunts and growls rumbled in his chest as he leaned into her, his big hands sliding over her smaller ones and her legs responsively wrapping snugly around his waist. 

Under her digging fingers, his taut muscles rippled across his sweaty back, resonating with every thrust.

Everything else fell past them. Fell past her. Fell past him.

Now, they were only a man and woman making love. They were nothing more than that. 

Not Exorcists.

Not a General.

Not pitiful soldiers picked for a mad war.

Just them.

The wet squelches of their mixed fluids became loud enough to join the erotic reverberation filling the room as his thrusts begun to grow hectic. 

Their lips met again. Desperate and heated. 

Muffled moans and growls slipped into the dense air between kisses. 

Her heart felt like it was about to burst from her love for him. There was so much that the soft, breathy ‘I love you’ she murmured against his passionate lips was inevitable.

Kanda said nothing to that. But the pressing need of his lips against hers and the firm squeeze around her hands right after was a clear answer to her. 

The next stronger and primal thrusts he plunged into her also told her all he wanted to say. 

Enough to push her to the edge fast. 

She was close.

Enough to make her snatch her lips away from his with loud moans tumbling out of her.

She was…so close.

The muscles in her hands against his broad back tensed.

Her legs around him tightened curtly.

The next slam through her, his cock shoving inside with a rough prod did it for her.

A broken cry sitting between a sob and a whimper spiked between her moans as her eyes nearly rolled back at the shattering wave of her orgasm.

The shuddering grunt from Kanda joined her as he relished in the warm pour of her arousal over his aching self in her release.

Breathy grunts continued to fall from his lips as he pushed himself up, his hands slipping away from her to hook under her knees.

Now towering over her, Kanda pushed her thighs wider apart to accommodate his raging thrusts.

The curl of his toned biceps clenching and unclenching as his eyes fell onto where every thrust was announced by loud, lewd squelches, watching with rumbling growls as his cock pounded, plummeting in and out of her dripping, clutching heat. 

His piercing eyes looked even more piercing than ever as he raised them to her face, relentlessly hammering into her with fervor. 

His heated gaze raised to her, greedily taking in her as he worked intensely between her thighs. 

Gazing back at him through weak fluttering blinks, her red, flustered face panting up at him was an added fuel to the hungry, animalistic desire in him. 

To his vigorously rocking body.

He could feel himself filling up almost too much. The load inside his cock was a pressure too tight for him to hold in any longer. Together with the lustful urge to let go in the hazy heat, he drove his next thrust into her with a strong shove.

Her dragging moan joined his strangled grunt as a white flash of pleasure ripped through him. The back of his thighs clenched as he pushed his hip pressingly into her, nestling himself snugly into her as he released everything. 

Ropes and ropes of his seeds spurted into her in one hot burst, filling her rapidly as her tattering moan rode through her. 

His own hoarse one dragged through his throat as he snapped his hip curtly against her to every furious spurt of his load.

Accompanied by her fleeting whimpers and his own grunts, his slowing ruts sent one rough curt prod into her after another, till the very last drop of his semen was emptied into her womb.

A blissful stillness fell upon them the moment his movement inside her slowed and stopped.

Their intense stares held with their harsh pants. Until her eyes widened.

“...Oh no, Yu, you didn’t…” 

A soft gasp of horror escaped her. Despite the horror seeping in her widening eyes, she couldn't help trembling and panting with satisfaction at the warmth inside her. 

“Wha-What if I get...”

Her voice trailed off breathlessly with a gulp, his eyes followed her shaky hands as they moved to her lower abdomen, right above where they were still joined.

A knowing glint was in his gaze when he returned his gaze back to her. “When that happens, I will be here with you.”

“But I-”

“I’ll shoulder your duties for you. I’d rather you stay safe, even if it means getting you pregnant.”

Her breath hitched. 

To hear him say that word himself stirred a strange fluttering desire in her. It came out of nowhere but it filled her with wistful longing. 

Was it really...okay for people like them to enjoy something this mundane?

Was it okay to harbor hopes for something like this despite who she was? 

She wasn’t sure but the firm steel of promise in his eyes was enough for her.

That maybe...maybe it was okay.

[bisexual-bookman]

Welcome Home, Love

Fandom: D.Gray man

Pairing: Yullen

Word Count: 5670

Tags: Light Masochism, Light Sadism, Allen being a little shit as per usual, swearing

Summary: After hearing about Kanda's terrible day at work, Allen prepares a little welcome home gift for him. Something he's sure will change Kanda's foul mood.

Part of the Let Allen Walker Wear Pretty Things series.

[Read on AO3]

"They're all fucking idiots." Kanda snarled. Allen rolled his eyes at the angry tone on the other line, forgoing his current task of seeing what was missing from their refrigerator in favour of listening to his boyfriends bitching.

"Bakanda, you say that about everyone." Allen sighed into the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose in slight annoyance. 

"Well, with these fucking idiots it's true. I tell them to check the kennels, change the animal’s water, and what do they do? Absolutely nothing." Kanda seethed. The distant sound of slamming metal rang in Allen's ears. Allen winced at the loud noise before he gave a heavy sigh, closing the refrigerator door. He had phoned Kanda to ask him to pick up some groceries on the way home, and instead Allen got an earful about the incompetent people that Kanda worked with. 

"I even talked to my boss about it," Kanda continued. Allen’s eyebrows rose in surprise at that. Kanda hardly ever needed to go to his boss with employee trouble, most of them too scared of Kanda to not listen to him.  

"All he said was that since I'm the head of the tech assistants, that I need to talk to them about it. I feel like I'm a babysitter, Sprout, I need to hold their hand through everything," Kanda finished in a disgusted tone. 

"Did you try telling them that?” Allen questioned, starting to write a list for Kanda. “Ya know, that you shouldn't need to hold their hand?"

Silence followed Allen's remark. Allen sighed heavily into the receiver, rubbing his eyes.

“Did you just get snippy and yell at them?” Allen asked, tapping his pen against the counter.

"And on top of that," Kanda started up again, ignoring what Allen had just said. Allen just rolled his eyes. Leave it to Kanda to just get mad and not actually say anything. "Some fucker did our ordering wrong, so now we have no gauze, none of the correct syringe sizes, and they ordered the wrong type of anesthesia!" Kanda ranted. 

Allen sighed, listening to the other man continue on the other line. Allen felt bad for Kanda, he really did. Kanda was good at his job, very good, it was the reason he was able to become head tech so quickly. Plus, on the very short list of things that Kanda liked, it was near the top. His co-workers though, were a different story. If there was one thing Kanda could not stand, it was useless people.

As Kanda continued to vent to Allen, a plan started to form in his mind. Kanda would most likely be in a foul mood when he got home, but Allen knew of a way to change it around...

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When Allen heard Kanda's key in the lock, he raced to take up his spot, perching delicately on the armrest of the couch. He heard the sound of the door opening and the sound of the grocery bags being dropped to the floor as the other man put away his things. 

"Sprout?" Kanda called from the door.

"In here!" Allen called from the living room, one of the hallway lights flicking on at his voice.

"No! Don't! Leave the lights off, Bakanda!” Allen panicked, not wanting all the prep he did to be ruined.

"What?” Kanda asked confused, “What are you up to Sprout? Why are there so many candles?" He said turning the light back off. 

"Nothing, just come into the living room." Allen said, relaxing back on to the couch.

Kanda conceded, hesitantly walking into the room, only to stop dead in his tracks in the doorway at the sight in front of him.

Allen sat in front of him, leaning on the arm rest of the couch. Between the faint light from the setting sun peaking through the curtains, and the candle light being emitted from around the room, it seemed to make Allen's pale skin glow. He was wearing a black, mesh one piece, the long black silk bow at his collar and the long sleeves adding a bit of class to the simple lingerie. His feet were adorned in strappy black heels that clicked against the floor as Allen leaned forward slightly, a playful smile on his face. 

"Welcome home, Love." Allen whispered. 

Kanda gulped, his eyes trailing over Allen's body, his gaze lingering on the slight bulge that was visible through the see-through material. Kanda could feel heat start to coil in his stomach as he slowly walked towards Allen.

Allen stood, hips swaying in a way that made Kanda dizzy as he sauntered over to Kanda, the sound of Allen’s high heels echoing in the small living room.

Allen hooked his arms around Kanda's neck, lightly trailing his fingers over the sensitive skin at the back of his neck. A shiver ran down Kanda's spine as he rested his hands on Allen's waist to pull them closer together until their chests pressed against each other.

Allen leaned in and trailed his tongue along Kanda's lips before capturing them in a heated kiss. Kanda exhaled heavily, pulling Allen closer as their tongues slid against each other, both exploring the other’s mouth. As they pulled apart Allen nipped at Kanda's bottom lip, a low grunt leaving Kanda. Allen licked his lips, both men breathing heavily.

Allen slid his hands down Kanda's chest to rest on his hips, hooking his fingers through Kanda's belt loops and pulling him forward, leading him to the couch. Once there, Allen gave Kanda a nudge, Kanda sitting down heavily on the couch, Allen immediately settling on his lap.

"So, what'd ya think?" Allen questioned. Kanda's eyes shot up from where they were lingering on Allen's stomach, outlining the toned muscles that were just visible through the mesh material.

"I think it'd look even better on the floor," Kanda said with a teasing smirk, resting his hands on the small of Allen's back.

Allen laughed, smoothing his hands over Kanda's shoulders and chest. 

"So, you do like it. Good, I was hoping you would." Allen said, whispering it huskily into Kanda's ear. He could feel Kanda's heart beating against his chest. Allen giggled and placed a kiss to Kanda's cheek, nuzzling his neck. 

"Your ears are turning red." Allen said, lips brushing against Kanda's jawline.

"Shut up!" Kanda snapped, though it didn't have any real venom behind it. Allen just laughed lightly and leaned in to kiss Kanda again, licking Kanda's lips before his tongue delved into his mouth. Kanda trailed his hands down Allen's back to glide along his thighs before sliding down to Allen's ass, giving it a hard squeeze. Allen moaned into the kiss, biting Kanda's lip in response.

Kanda groaned, grinding into Allen as Kanda pulled him closer. Allen pulled away, gasping, before attacking Kanda's lips again, rocking his hips in to Kanda's thrusts.

Allen slid his hands up Kanda's shoulders before threading his fingers into Kanda's hair, pulling the hair tie out and throwing it over his shoulder somewhere on the floor. He tangled his fingers into Kanda's hair, lightly scratching his nails against Kanda's scalp, making a loud groan crawl up Kanda’s throat. As Kanda drew back to catch his breath, Allen leaned in and placed kisses along Kanda's neck, licking and biting along the flesh, paying special attention to all of Kanda's sensitive spots.

Kanda melted when Allen gave a particularly hard suck, laying his head against the back of the couch, small groans making their way out of his throat. Allen gave Kanda's Adam’s apple a lick, trailing the muscle along Kanda's jaw before he placed an open mouth kiss on Kanda's lips, their tongues battled for a moment before Allen pulled back gasping. Allen smiled down at Kanda, sliding his hands from Kanda's hair as he stood up from Kanda's lap and placed a quick kiss to his lips. 

"C'mon sprout, as much as I might like that outfit, I wasn't lying when I said it would look better on the floor." Kanda said, pointedly staring at Allen's crotch, who’s excitement was more than noticeable. Allen gave a giggle, brushing his fingers against his lips, smirking when he saw Kanda's gaze shoot up and follow the movement.

"All right, all right, Mr. Impatient." Allen said, resting his knee on the couch, his arms coming up to loop around Kanda's neck.

"Do you want to help me out of it?" Allen asked, looking down at Kanda through his eyelashes. Kanda let out a heavy breath as Allen brought his hand in front of him, trailing his finger along Kanda's jaw.

Kanda gently grasped the limb, his slender fingers moving to undo the few buttons at the end of the sleeve, sliding his fingers underneath the material to brush against the delicate skin of Allen's inner wrist. Allen shivered slightly, placing the hand against Kanda's chest as Kanda moved to undo the buttons on the other sleeve.

Sliding his hands up the toned chest, Kanda’s fingers lightly brushed over one of Allen’s nipples. He smirked at the light gasp that left Allen, ignoring the other man's light glare as his fingers reached the silk bow that was at the base of Allen's throat. Pinching one of the tails between his fingers, Kanda gave a light pull, watching as the bow slowly slid apart, reveling a row of buttons.

Letting the fabric fall from his grasp, Kanda reached to begin undoing the buttons, Allen's heavy gaze setting Kanda's blood pumping. Once he finished undoing the last button, Kanda slid his hands across Allen's throat, feeling his racing pulse as he slipped the fabric off his shoulders.

Kanda's hands trailed down Allen's arms, bringing the fabric with him. He watched as more and more of Allen's pale skin was revealed. Kanda slipped the fabric off Allen's arms, the material hanging loosely around his hips.

Standing, Allen placed his hands on Kanda's shoulders, pulling him closer to the edge of the couch as Kanda placed his hands on Allen's hips. Kanda's thumbs skimmed over Allen's hipbones as he slid the material off his body, letting the clothing fall to the floor. Kanda licked his lips at the view in front of him, placing his hands on Allen's thighs and tugging him forward until Allen was standing in between Kanda's legs. 

"There. Much better," Kanda said, his warm breath ghosting over Allen's bare stomach causing Allen to shiver. Allen ran his fingers through Kanda's hair, reveling in the feeling of the silken strands running through his fingers like water. Kanda leaned forward and placed a kiss to Allen's stomach, his tongue flicking out to taste the flesh below his lips, humming in pleasure at the one taste he would never tire of. Allen giggled at the contact, the feeling of Kanda’s tongue tickling his stomach. Allen trailed his hands over Kanda’s broad shoulders, taking up his spot in Kanda's lap again.

"Your turn." Allen purred, tugging at the hem of Kanda's shirt. Kanda just smirked as he lifted his hands over his head Allen wasting no time in pulling Kanda's shirt off. Allen spread his hands across Kanda's chest, fingers tracing over the elaborate tattoo etched into the skin, marveling at the flawless skin underneath his fingertips. He slowly trailed his finger tips over the expansion of bare flesh before sliding down and lightly pinching one of Kanda's nipples. Kanda inhaled sharply, barely able to catch his breath before Allen started playing with his nipples, tweaking and teasing the sensitive flesh.

Allen leaned in, giving Kanda's neck a hard bite, causing Kanda to growl into Allen's ear. Grabbing Allen's hips Kanda flipped their positions, his hair hanging around the two of them, blocking everything else out. Before Allen could get his bearings, Kanda leaned in and captured Allen's lips in a scorching kiss. Allen moaned deeply into the rough kiss, bringing his hands up to desperately grab at Kanda's shoulders, needily dragging them closer together.

Kanda trailed his hand down Allen's stomach, the light touch causing a shiver to run down Allen’s spine. Kanda lightly brushed his fingers over Allen's arousal, who bucked his hips at the light contact, wordlessly demanding to be touched. Kanda curled his fingers around Allen's arousal, pumping it at a slow, languid pace, swiping his thumb over the tip of Allen's dick. Allen whined, breaking away from the kiss, only to glare at Kanda.

"Bastard, you know I hate it when you go slow." 

Kanda just smirked, giving Allen's dick a squeeze that made Allen tremble. Kanda picked up the pace, planting kisses and licks along Allen's chest as he slowly moved downwards. Pre-cum gathered at the tip of Allen's cock, Kanda smearing it with his thumb as he laid kisses on the inside of Allen's thighs. He dragged his teeth across the pale flesh, smirking at the way Allen’s thighs started to tremble. Allen groaned at the feeling of Kanda’s mouth inching closer to his hard, leaking dick. A loud whine left him as Kanda’s mouth travelled away from Allen’s dick, his hips squirming at the cruel teasing. Allen grabbed a fist full of Kanda's hair as he melted into the couch, Kanda’s other hand coming up to fondle his balls as his mouth continued to leave red and purple marks all over his near translucent skin.

When Allen was a moaning, withering mess on the couch, Kanda decided to continue, his own aching arousal getting hard to ignore. Allen whined as Kanda retracted his hand, planting a kiss on Allen’s lips to tide him over as Kanda shifted on the couch, making to stand up.

"Where are you going, Love?" Allen asked, hooking his arm around Kanda's thigh.

"To the bedroom, to get the lube." Kanda said, slightly confused.

Allen smiled, sliding his hand over Kanda's leg, trailing his fingers over Kanda's pant line. Allen slid his hand down his own chest, giggling to himself as he watched Kanda’s hungry eyes follow the movement.

"No need to, it's already on the table."

Kanda's confused look moved to the table, his eyes glancing over the items that where sitting on the table, ignored in his earlier focus on Allen. A hard pinch to his ass caused Kanda to spin his gaze back to Allen, glaring at the smirking man lounging on the couch.

"Well, are we going to continue, or are you just going to sit there?" Allen said slyly.

Allen's smirk widened at Kanda's snort, watching the long-haired man reach for the bottle of lube on the table, a condom and small towel next to it. Allen spread his legs wider as Kanda settled back on the couch, spreading the lube over his fingers. Slipping his hand in between Allen's legs, Kanda brought his fingers to Allen's backside, slowly inserting one finger. Allen squirmed slightly at the feeling, though he relaxed quickly as he became accustomed to the feeling. Kanda soon added a second finger, scissoring and stretching Allen.

The initial pain of the second finger being added slowly faded, Allen thrusting back on to Kanda's fingers, silently urging Kanda to continue. Kanda retracted his hand, causing Allen to groan softly at the loss. Kanda quickly covered his fingers in more of the slick substance before inserting three fingers in quick succession. Allen tensed slightly as the third finger was added, his face scrunching up in slight discomfort, Kanda noticing this and quickly began moving and curling his fingers to help lessen the pain.

It worked, soon the pain had faded and Allen was moaning and gasping as Kanda fingers worked inside of him. Kanda twisted his hand and curled his fingers, if only he could find it...

All of a sudden, a cry left Allen's throat and his body tensed up, hands scratching at Kanda's shoulders. Kanda smirked at the noises leaving the man under him. There it was. Kanda began mercilessly rubbing against Allen's prostate, watching as the more he prodded it, the more Allen got lost in the pleasure, Allen quickly dissolved in to a moaning, withering mess on the couch, his cock looking red and painful as Kanda played with his prostate.

"Kanda, please," Allen managed to gasp out, his nails digging almost painfully into Kanda's skin.

"What's that you want, Sprout?" Kanda said, his voice low and husky, a rare teasing note to it. Allen groaned at the tone, his nails raking down Kanda’s arms.

"Inside me, I want-"

A particularly hard press against his prostate left Allen speechless, his mind going blank as his mouth worked, trying to tell Kanda how much he wanted the other man inside of him. Kanda smirked as he withdrew his hand, the sight of a red, panting Allen going straight to Kanda’s hard dick, the aching organ becoming too much to ignore.

Kanda placed the bottle of lube back on the surface of the table, reaching over to the foil wrapped condom. He halted in his movements as he felt Allen’s knee nudging his elbow, trying to get his attention. Allen was still laying there panting, but he swallowed and began talking, trying to get his words out in between his gasps. 

"If you...want...we don't...have to...use it" Allen managed gasp out, Kanda looking at him, confused. 

"Use what?"

Allen took a deep breath, his next sentence coming easier.

"The condom. I only grabbed it in case you wanted to use it...but I know you don’t like using them." Allen said, smile turning sly, a seductive note to it. “I know you like coming inside me more, watching the cum drip out of me,” Allen leaned up, hands sliding over Kanda’s chest, warm breath puffing across Kanda’s neck as Allen leaned in to dirtily whisper in Kanda’s ear.

“Plus, I’ve been craving the feeling of your cum in me,”

Kanda felt dizzy from how quickly the blood rushed to his cock, a loud growl leaving him as he gripped Allen’s arms, roughly pinning him down to the couch as he hungrily attacked Allen’s lips.

Allen tried to lift his arms, wanting to feel Kanda’s skin beneath his palms, but Kanda held him down, not letting Allen move an inch. Kanda pulled back, gasping as he put his full weight on Allen, who squirmed and gasped at the feeling of their erections roughly pressing against each other. Kanda leaned forward, his lips brushing against Allen’s red, swollen lips as he spoke.

"All right Sprout, whatever you say."

Kanda pushed off of Allen, quickly standing to undo his pants. Allen watched as Kanda slid his pants off, grinning as he watched Kanda’s leaking erection pop out. Kanda kicked them off, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“You know, it’s kinda hot that you go commando.” Allen said, eyes not leaving Kanda’s crotch, even as the other man sat back down on the couch. “Knowing that there’s nothing underneath your pants, that if I reached in, I’d be touching you.”

“What the fuck, Sprout?” Kanda said, slightly embarrassed as he gave Allen a hard swat on his leg. Allen just laughed, wrapping his legs around Kanda’s waist, pulling him in closer.

Kanda grumbled under his breath as he moved back in between Allen’s legs. Heat shot right to Kanda's groin as he took in Allen's dishevelled appearance; his neck was littered with red marks, his hair a mess, the short strands splayed all around him and his pale skin was flushed a delicious red. Kanda licked his lips, dark eyes trailing over Allen’s body as he grabbed Allen's hips, lining himself up before thrusting in.

Allen clutched at Kanda's shoulders, a loud moan escaping him at the feeling of being stretched. Kanda stopped when he was fully inserted, waiting for Allen to get accustomed to the feeling.

Allen sat there for a few moments, just breathing, threading his hands through Kanda’s hair. When he got accustomed to the feeling, he gave his hips a wiggle, signaling for Kanda to start moving. Kanda groaned at the feeling of Allen grinding on his aching cock, starting to thrust in and out of Allen at a fast pace. Allen moaned at the quick pace, hooking his legs around Kanda's hips and using the leverage to pull Kanda closer. A low moan rumbled in Kanda’s chest as he reached down and grabbed Allen's ass, squeezing the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises, using the hold to thrust harder in to Allen.

Allen moaned loudly at the painful grip, whining at the rough thrusts that rocked his body. Allen's back arched up to brush against Kanda's chest, gasping at the warmth that passed along his skin. One of Allen's hands tightened in Kanda's hair, giving it a light tug, his other hand clawing up and down Kanda's back, leaving bright red lines in its wake. Kanda groaned at the onslaught, thrusting harder into Allen, their pace quickening.

Allen managed to gasp out "harder," and "faster," between moans, his pleased sounds becoming louder and louder as Kanda rocked into him, the couch shaking due to the rough thrusts. 

A particularly hard thrust caused Allen's body to tighten around Kanda, the tip of Allen's heel digging into Kanda's thigh. Kanda hissed quietly into Allen’s ear at the light stab, arching his back slightly, his breathing becoming heavier.

Through his hazy, pleasure-filled mind, Allen noticed Kanda's reaction. The gears started turning in Allen’s mind as he jabbed the tip into Kanda's thigh again, listening for Kanda’s reaction.

Kanda groaned low in his throat, a light shiver running through his body as he felt the sharp heel dig into his thigh. Allen hid his face in Kanda’s neck, an evil smirk blooming on his face at the reaction. This time Allen used both of his heels, pushing harder into Kanda’s muscled thighs, watching as the man bit his lip to keep his sounds from leaking out.

Allen hummed in annoyance at the sight, a light sound of disapproval leaving him as he gave Kanda's hair a pull. A low sound came from Kanda, the man biting his lip so hard that Allen was afraid he might start bleeding.

"Yu," Allen said in the breathy, seductive voice that he knew drove Kanda crazy, watching the man falter slightly at the sound of his name. 

"You know I don't like it when you don't let me hear your voice," Allen said a light strain entering his voice. He gave Kanda an open-mouthed kiss, trying to force the sounds out of the other man, Kanda faltering slightly in his thrusts at the possessive kiss.  

Allen pulled back with a lewd sound, his lips curling into a coy smile as he looked up at Kanda’s flush, pleasure filled face.

"Say my name."

Kanda exhaled heavily, burying his face into Allen's shoulder as he gave Allen’s ass a hard squeeze, trying to distract Allen. It partially worked, Allen shuddered at the tight grip, a light whimper leaving him. Allen quickly tried to take back his control, giving a particularly hard scratch to Kanda's back, grinning to himself as he felt Kanda shiver.

"Say it, Yu." 

Kanda shook his head, refusing to relent to Allen’s commanding tone. A hard thrust to his prostate sent Allen groaning, his thoughts temporarily halted. Allen frowned as Kanda tried to distract him. Grabbing a fist full of Kanda's hair, he gave it a hard pull as revenge, dragging Kanda's face upwards and out of the crook of his neck.

"Say. It. Now." Allen said, punctuating his words by giving Kanda's hair a tug.

Allen watched as Kanda’s jaw worked, his refusal to make a single sound clear. With Kanda’s eyes squeezed shut he didn’t see Allen lean forward, biting at Kanda’s lips as he continued to pull at Kanda’s hair.

"Allen," Kanda moaned, finally caving as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Allen shivered at the rare sound of his name passing those lips, kissing along Kanda’s jaw in thanks.

Noticing Kanda's hands on his ass begin to shake, as well as his breathing becoming laboured. Allen smiled to himself, knowing this meant that Kanda was nearing his end.

Allen dragged his hand up Kanda’s back, relishing in the loud groan that left the other man. Wanting to watch the usually reserved man crumble under his hands, he twirled Kanda's hair around his fingers, tugging it hard enough to pull his head back, watching the coil of muscles work in his neck as his head was twisted to the side.

A moan left Kanda at the harsh action, his body beginning to shake. At the same time, Allen dug his heels into Kanda’s legs, leaving small indents in the soft flesh. A cracked moan left Kanda at the harsh treatment. He was panting heavily and starting to lose his rhythm. Allen attacked Kanda’s neck, biting down hard, grinning as he heard the soft whimper leave Kanda. Allen trailed his lips up to Kanda's ear, knowing what to do next to push him off the edge. 

"Cum for me, Yu." Allen whispered huskily into the other man’s ear, moaning out his name. That sent Kanda over the edge, hard, Allen groaning as he felt Kanda's seed pump into him. Allen watched, biting his lip as he watched as his lover’s body shake, a loud groan leaving the other man as the last of his orgasm left his body.

Kanda lay above Allen, panting, barely able to keep from crushing Allen under his weight. Allen watched him for a few moments, petting Kanda’s hair, and smoothing his hands lovingly over his back and shoulders.

Allen grunted as his neglected arousal became too much to ignore, wiggling his hips against Kanda’s cock that was still buried inside of him.

Kanda shivered at the feeling of his sensitive dick being stimulated, beginning to pull out, his mind set on giving Allen a blowjob that would make him scream. Allen’s legs clamped around Kanda's waist as he started to move, preventing him from moving away. Kanda looked at Allen confused, still panting lightly, his face still flushed. 

"Ah, ah, before you pull out." Allen said, flipping their position. Kanda laid on his back, staring up at a smug Allen as he straddled him, Kanda's cock still buried deep in his backside. 

"You're going to help me cum." Allen finished, rising up on his legs until just the tip of Kanda's dick was still inside, before slamming back down. Allen moaned loudly, Kanda's dick going in deeper than before with the new position.

Kanda groaned at the feeling of Allen moving on top of him, his hands coming up to grip Allen's thighs. Allen placed his hands on Kanda's stomach, using the leverage to set a fast pace. Kanda dipped his head back, the crown of his head brushing against the couch, his teeth clenching at the feeling of his sensitive dick still inside of Allen.

Allen picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster on top of Kanda, his legs starting to quake from the exertion, barely able to keep up with the pace he set.

Allen could feel his orgasm looming, his insides clenching and twisting with each thrust. Allen moaned picking up the pace, but it wasn't enough, he needed more. Kanda's face pinched in discomfort as Allen continued to fuck himself on top of Kanda. Kanda slid his hands up to Allen’s ass, a plan forming in his mind to get back at Allen.

A shocked cry left Allen as Kanda’s hand smacked against his ass, the sound echoing throughout the room. Kanda smirked at the reaction, hitting the pale flesh again, Allen’s nails scratching against Kanda’s stomach.

“You bastard!” Allen cried, as Kanda grabbed his ass, continuing to smack the slowly reddening skin. Allen trailed a hand down to his leaking arousal, moaning at the contact as he wrapped his fingers around himself, jerking himself off to the same pace he was thrusting at on top of Kanda.

Under the continuous onslaught of Kanda’s hands on his ass, and Allen’s fingers wrapped around his member, Allen began to lose his rhythm, his legs feeling like jelly as he sat on the brink of his looming orgasm. A couple more stokes and hard thrusts sent Allen over the edge, his head thrown back as a loud moan came from him.

"Yu," Allen moaned the other man’s name as he came all over his hand and Kanda's stomach, his hand still stroking himself trying to milk out the last of his orgasm. 

Allen collapsed on top of Kanda, panting, body still shivering and shaking from his intense orgasm. He lay there for a moment, face buried in Kanda’s sweaty chest as he tried to catch his breath. Pulling himself off of Kanda, Allen groaning at the feeling of Kanda’s cum sliding down his thighs as Kanda grunted in relief. 

"You complete asshole."

Allen burst out laughing at the crude statement, burying his face into Kanda's chest as he shook with laughter. 

"Maybe if you hadn’t cum so quickly, I wouldn't have to finish my self off, hmm?" Allen snarkily replied, reaching out to twirl a lock of Kanda's hair between his fingers. Kanda snorted, his hands resting on Allen's back, the calloused fingers tracing aimless patterns over the pale skin. 

"Says the one who made me." Kanda grumbled, an annoyed tone slipping into his voice.

Allen laughed at Kanda's weak glare, choosing to lean in to give him a kiss instead of replying. Their lips moved against each other slowly, savouring the sweet kiss. Allen pulled back first, humming against Kanda's lips. 

"Well I found out something new tonight." Allen said in between kisses. Kanda hummed in acknowledgment, one of his hands coming up to brush through Allen’s hair.

"You really, really like my shoes." Allen said, a cat-like smile slipping onto his face. He could feel Kanda tense up below him, looking up and snorting at Kanda’s badly faked confused expression.

"I don't know what you mean." Kanda said stiffly, avoiding Allen's gaze and looking off to the side.

"What, you thought I didn't notice?" Allen said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Maybe I'll start wearing them more often." He said, swinging his legs back and forth. Kanda said nothing, still glaring at some distant spot on the far wall. 

"Your ears are turning red." Allen said smugly.

"Shut up." Kanda snapped. Allen laughed, laying a kiss to Kanda's jaw. Kanda just sighed, knowing that heading down that road would lead to further embarrassment for him.

Grunting slightly, Kanda reached for the towel on the table, using it to clean the cum that had slid down Allen’s thighs. Allen hummed in appreciation, happy noises leaving him at the feeling of Kanda’s rough hands running over his thighs. Allen nuzzled Kanda's neck as he worked, laying soft kisses along the skin near him.

Once Kanda was done, he sat up, gently nudging Allen off of him. Digging through the pile of clothes on the floor for his pants, Kanda pulled them on once he found them. Allen sighed happily before he stood, a satisfied groan leaving him as he stretched. Kanda watched as he gathered their clothes, admiring the sight of the muscles moving under the pale skin. Allen's hands flopped back down to his side, smiling at Kanda, as he moved to grab Kanda's hand and gave it a light tug, forcing the other man to stand.

"C'mon Bakanda, lets go clean up. Afterwards we can cuddle and order something to eat." Allen said in an excited voice, Kanda just rolling his eyes at the predictable statement.

"Uhm, by the way Bakanda…" Allen questioned, his voice sounding nervous. Kanda raised an eyebrow at the sudden change, but made a noise that he was listening regardless. Allen’s hand slid up Kanda's arm, fingers lightly tracing the scratch marks embedded in the skin, as his eyes avoided Kanda’s gaze. As the silence continued, it became obvious that Allen was hesitant to ask what was on his mind. Kanda rolled his eyes lightly as he realized that Allen would need a little push to say what he needed to say.

"What." Kanda grunted, not knowing how else to get Allen to say what he wanted. 

Allen rolled his eyes slightly, but didn't say anything about the brisk tone. Biting his lip, Allen took a deep breath, his words coming out in a rush.

"Are you in a better mood?"

Kanda's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a confused look coming over his face. Allen sighed lightly, realizing he’d have to explain himself. He brought a hand up to trail through Kanda's hair, his eyes shooting up to meet Kanda’s gaze shyly. 

"When you were on the phone with me earlier, you sounded so upset, so I wanted to do something for you when you got home.” Allen said, his tone shy as his cheeks flushed under Kanda's intense stare.  

“Ya know, so you wouldn't be in a bad mood, and end up having a bad night because of it.”

Realization dawned on Kanda's face, his expression softening as a small smile graced his lips. He leaned in and kissed Allen's forehead, Allen looking up with a confused smile on his face.

"Yes, I am in a better mood. Thank you." Kanda said softly, running his hands through Allen's hair, pulling the other man closer.

Allen gave him a blinding smile, closing his eyes and giggling in happiness as he leaned into the soft touch.

"You're very welcome." Allen chirped happily, leaning up slightly to place a chaste kiss on Kanda's lips. Their lips lingered, neither wanting to pull apart, both wanting to stay in each others presence. A loud rumbling noise broke them apart, Kanda snorting in amusement when he realized that the noise was coming from Allen’s stomach. Allen flushed in embarrassment, a light chuckle leaving him.

"Now let's hurry and shower, I'm hungry." 

Kanda huffed out a laugh, shaking his head to himself as he watched Allen happily skip away to their bathroom.

[cherry-writes-stuff]

Hi could I request headcanons for a romantic date for Allen or Kanda with female s/o... maybe even with a bit of smut please?

I decided to do both

 Allen Walker.

Being Cross’s student finally paid off.

He has watched and studied the art of ‘wooing’ from up close, so he knows exactly what to do for a romantic date.

he’ll do something simple, but sweet. Like a late evening picnic. 

Or he might take his s/o somewhere special using his ark.

if they stay inside to eat or something, you bet your ass Allen will have candles and/or have soft music playing in the backround.

they might cuddle after dinner and if he wants something more, he will probably sweet talk his s/o with compliments and cheesy pick up lines.

they will end up making out on the floor or the couch

then they’ll make their way to the bed.

after they do they do the nasty, he will wrap them up in his arms and wont let them go

 Kanda Yuu.

Kanda Yuu, romantic? Perish the thought.

Seriously, romance doesn’t come easy to Kanda so he doesn’t know what to do for his s/o

and he would rather die than ask for advice

in the end, he takes his s/o for a evening stroll, to watch the flowers and the sunset.

if he wants to be more romantic and also please his s/o further, he will let them wrap their arms around his as they walk.

if Kanda wants more, he will let his s/o know with his smoldering gaze

that boi can kill you with his gaze, and I mean ‘kill you’ in a good way.

a very good way

will have lotus petals scattered on the floor and bed, in order to seduce them further

he doesn’t have to try very hard though mmm that boi

he will smile a lot more than usual, because he’s happy to be close with his s/o and hold them in his arms.

[exile-on-uwustreet]

Hi friend. 😊

I'd love to hear about DGM1. I started reading this again recently too!!

omggg happy rereading and enjoy the pain! it was a ride and a half for me but I'm so happy that this manga found its way into my heart again 🖤

DGM1 is my Laviyuu oneshot wip that I'm writing mostly to objectify Kanda to my heart's content. it's going to be smut with some humor and some angst, my usual. i just can't write fully lighthearted stuff about characters who are so tragic and so traumatized!

i have no idea when it'll be finished cause I'm focusing more on my original work. maybe I'll post it around my birthday next month. thank you for the ask ❤️

[katsukeen]

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✗━━━━ ❛ acquiescence has been posted, a kanda x reader drabble. ✗━━━━ ❛ signal fire has been posted, a dabi x reader oneshot.

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