#I like he's just more confused about the hawk than anything else

[torasplanet]

❝𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿 𝙎𝙇𝙐𝙏.ᐟ❞

BONTEN + BIMBO!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you didn't plan on showing your new tattoo to save your ass but this wouldn't have happened in the first place if you weren't being such a stupid slut in the club!!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, gangbang/groupsex, rough sex, sloppy sex, degradation, praise sorta, p in v, oral (reader giving), handjobs, anal, like a lot of sex, voyeurism, belly-bulging, reverse cowgirl, dumbification, humiliation, recording, jealousy sex, reader wears makeup, petnames (baby, dollface, princess, etc), UNEDITED and skin color not mentioned

It wasn’t your fault. You just wanted to have fun at the club for once because finally, none of the Bonten members were looming over your shoulder like a hawk because they had ‘different’ business to attend to, well that’s what they told you. Still, you knew that just meant they were going to kill someone or something like that. It’s not exactly ‘okay’ to do that but you were kind of glad it was happening because usually, they didn’t even let you have more than three shots at the club; Haruchiyo sometimes snuck you one more or let you get a bit of his coke but that’s it and you weren’t able to actually go clubbing. Regardless of what you took, you still had to sit next to them wherever they went and by the slight chance that they’d allow you to, someone would go with you.

They were so protective that it was annoying. Couldn’t even talk to the bartender without Koko or Takeomi coming behind you draping their arm somewhere on your body and asking what you were doing. So of course you weren’t paying attention to shit when you were finally left alone.

As you danced with your friend, running your hands all over your body and smoothing down the fabric of your short dress to the rhythm of the music. Your tongue hanging out and everything with your eyes closed; you were lost in the moment. So lost that you didn’t realize your friend was no longer behind you and instead, there was a guy. And yes, you will admit that maybe you should have noticed this or at least looked back at your friend but it’s still not entirely your fault! If you leave your cat in front of a open door, they’re gonna leave without a second though so what did they expect you to do?

But when you heard your name getting called and saw Mikey and Rindou glaring at you hatefully, you realized that there’s a reason why cats are supposed to be kept inside. Well, you didn’t realize that immediately because at first, you just didn’t understand why they were all ignoring you. After all, they weren’t explaining anything…you hated it when they did that. They knew you weren’t the brightest so you spent practically the entire walk to the car, and when you got in the car, begging Mikey just to explain to you but he stayed silent. Barely spared you a glance and everyone else did the same.

You sat on Mikey’s side staring at him with a frown on your face just wanting him to pay you some attention and tell you what you did wrong. “Mikey, please…’m just confused.” You whined grabbing hold of his arm. You’d been begging the entire time and he hadn’t even said anything to you, only pushing you away. Hell, you even took off your heels to run after him and the rest of the guys on your way out of the club because they were ignoring you purposefully and walking fast as hell. Probably by the orders of Mikey.

Ran sighed and ran his nimble fingers through the multi-colored strands of his hair “Shut the hell up, god.” He said with a groan and Haruchiyo chuckled, his diamond-shaped scars on the sides of his mouth stretching.

“Can’t really expect her to be quiet can you? I mean baby girl just confused, ain’t you?” The pink-haired man said turning his attention to you and you nodded violently as Mikey pushed you away from him. You quickly hopped over to the green-eyed man who was welcoming you with open arms to sit on his lap while Takeomi grumbled about Haruchiyo��s sweet spot for you which was ridiculous for him to say.

If anything, Haruchiyo was the most sadistic out of them all. Shoving a gun down your throat and making you suck on it, inviting you into the execution room and making you shoot one of the traitors knowing how sensitive you were about that and that you were going to cry about the blood and how it splashed on you. He only did shit like this when everyone else was mad to piss them off even if he was just as mad. Kokonoi, Kakucho, and Rindou were the ones with the soft spots (any maybe Mikey just a bit) but that’s for another time…

“Haru, what did I do…? Tell me.” You asked into his ear whilst wrapping your arms around his neck, you really wanted someone to tell you what you did wrong so you could make up for it. Haruchiyo merely shrugged at you with a sick grin on his face, you turned your head to locate the heterochromatic-eyed male who was always sure to stick up for you when everyone else was being so mean. “Kaku…” You muttered standing up from Haruchiyo’s lap while he tried to get a glance under your dress. Kakucho merely sighed as you plopped down onto his lap looking at him with those wide teary eyes.

He felt bad, he really did but it was your turn to learn. Almost every punishment, he was there for you; kakucho always went soft on you and praised you but he couldn’t do that this time.

This wasn’t a just normal thing you did like annoying everyone, it was more than that and he was upset too. So he stayed silent. “Sorry pretty.” He muttered placing his hands on your hips. You opened your glossy lips to let out pleas and whines once again not even noticing the sound of the safety of a gun clicking off.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mikey said in an unnaturally soft tone interrupting whatever you were going to say. Your head turned to look at him to ask why he was being so mean but your eyes widened seeing his gun pointed right at you. Mikey’s finger was nowhere near the trigger but you didn’t look at small shit like that, you saw a gun in your face and you went quiet. It’s hard to keep talking when Bonten’s leader has a gun pointed at your forehead.

You stared at Mikey with your lips parted slightly in shock. Ran grinned in amusement at this as did Haruchiyo and Koko but everyone else had a straight face waiting for more to happen and wondering what you would do. Would you keep talking like a dumbass or shut up? It was always a surprise which one you’d choose. “Hopping from lap to lap asking what you did wrong like a stupid slut. If no one’s answering you that means we don’t want to hear your fucking mouth!” Mikey shouted making you flinch and shut your eyes.

“While we were doing our job, we got word that you’re in the club acting as if no one fucking owns you all over some fuckhead; so I had to stop our meeting mid-way because clearly, you have no fucking brain in there!” Mikey said with a frown decorating his face, he was clearly pissed off at you. More than anyone else and it made sense. You may have been Bonten’s whore but in the end, you were Mikey’s, you went home with him, and slept in the bed with him beyond sex so of course he was the most upset about it.

It didn’t matter what you had to say about the situation and thinking that it was your friend because it wasn’t making Mikey any less angry. It wasn’t making any of them less angry at you.

“But–” “Get the fuck over here.” Mikey interrupted you with a demand which you were hesitant to oblige to. You didn’t even get a chance to look at Kakucho or anyone for help because the Hitto man gently slapped your bottom before taking his hands away from your hips signaling you to listen to Mikey. You hesitantly stood to your feet and slowly walked over to the white-haired man with your hands balled up in fists. Mikey tilted the gun down in a direction for you to get on the ground and you nervously played with the hem of your dress.

Staring up at him with your mascara-coated lashes just waiting for him to give you a direction made him rock hard “I’m tired of hearing your excuses, you’re gonna stuff your mouth until I feel like hearing you. Understand?” Mikey asked. You were lucky really. Usually, when Mikey was this upset at you, he wouldn’t ask if you understood or not and just would’ve shoved your head down on his cock because you had no choice but to not understand. But you still had something to say.

Maybe if you told him about the new tattoo you got, he’d stop being so mad at you. You got the Bonten tattoo right on your pelvis and was just waiting for the moment to show them all; this was not the time you planned but it’d hopefully get them off your ass about this situation. You hooked your fingers on his boxers and pants, pulling them down slowly debating if he’d let you live long enough to even mention the tattoo once you opened your mouth. Blinking up at him ignoring the gun above your gaze, you grew nervous but still decided to speak “M-Mikey…I–” Mikey’s other hand came to the back of your head before shoving your open mouth down on his hard dick not letting you get another word out.

“Didn’t I tell you I was tired of hearing you?” Mikey said as tears burned in the back of your skull from his harshness, your acrylics dug into his pale thighs as you sat there on the floor of the limo under all their eyes. It was embarrassing and it made your panties drenched in your arousal. “She’s stupid, what’d you expect?” Koko said with a scoff as he typed something on his phone, hardly interested in what was happening because he wasn’t getting his dick wet. 

Ran leaned against the back of his hand staring at Koko “Boss said he didn’t wanna hear her whining, think you should shut up too.” He said and the long-haired male rolled his eyes muttering ‘Whatever’ and then he began to type harder on his phone before turning it off and putting it in his life. Sheer seconds later, Ran’s phone notification went off making the male’s grin extend but he stayed quiet. “We need to do something about Misaki.” Mikey started to lower his gun as he spoke before discarding it on the seat beside him letting you relax a bit but you didn’t dare take your mouth off his cock. He’d be upset if you stopped sucking.

No one said anything and just waited for him to continue “Sanzu, Takeomi, you’re going to keep track of him and all his guys.” Mikey said with a small grunt and Haruchiyo’s face twisted into one of confusion and anger.

“Why the hell do I have to go with the old man!? That’s what Mochi’s for.”

“Believe me, I’m not exactly joyful to go with you either.”

Ran laughed at their banter before his gaze traveled to you “Well, if you haven’t noticed, Mochi is taking care of that animal back at the club because little miss slut…” He places the bottom of his incredibly expensive shoe on the back of your head making a whimper come from your mouth “Wanted to get her princess parts touched…” Ran ended with a mocking tone almost talking in a baby-ish voice whilst pressing his foot down harder on your head. You gagged around the shorter male’s cock as tears slowly came down your face.

You hadn’t even noticed Mochi was missing because of how busy you were trying to find out what you did wrong and even apologizing despite not knowing what you did.

You just didn’t want them to be upset but it seemed your attempt at that just made them more angry at you “Ugh, should’ve let me do it. I’d make that fucker suffer.” The mullet-haired man said leaning back against his seat and grabbing the cigarette from Rindou’s hand “You get too messy.” Mikey stated simply glancing down at you as you continued to look up at him but when his dark and gloomy eyes met yours, your eyes dropped immediately “Oh like you’re not gonna make her a mess.” Haruchiyo replied and grinned at his boss with narrowed eyes.

Mikey didn’t reply and only looked down at you once again and you did the same thing as before. He didn’t like that at all.

He knew you wanted something from him or more like you needed to tell him something but for some reason, you didn’t. You never made eye contact with him when you were keeping something from him “Stop looking at me like that. Talk.” Mikey said planting his hand on your forehead before pushing you off his dick harsher than he intended making you fall back on your elbows.

You coughed lightly while wiping the small tears that hadn’t yet dared to mess up your makeup. “I-I…I wanted to show you something.” You said nervously as you shifted onto your knees grabbing at the hem of your dress and trying to gather up the confidence to look at him in his eyes, you knew how he hated it when you didn’t look at him when he talked to you and he was getting a bit upset with how often you were looking away from him.

Mikey lifted his hand off his knee gesturing for you to do what you wanted. You slowly stood to your feet in front of Mikey, his knees on either side of your body leaving a bit of space between himself and you. Mikey watched as you lifted your dress just below your boobs and his eyes immediately caught the tattoo on your pelvis that dipped into your panties. It was the Bonten tattoo with the only difference being the dot in the middle was a heart, he ran his thumb over the tattoo and pulled the waistline of your thong down just a bit so he could see the full inked skin. “…Wanted to make it cute.” You said with a smile forming on your lips at his reaction.

Mikey continued to stare at the tattoo in awe running his fingers over it to see if it was real and wouldn’t wipe off “It is cute baby.” His voice was softer than before as his eyes flickered up to yours, his hands went to your hips “Think you should show everyone else.” The Sano man didn't give you any time to react or protest (though you wouldn’t have) before he turned you around making your bare torso visible to everyone.

“Holy shit…” “Fuck pretty you’re so hot.” “Cute.” “C’mere dollface.” The compliments from the men made you grin wider, almost giggling at all of the attention. Koko then grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you out of Mikey’s arms and toward him before he began to rub his fingertips over the tattoo “You pay for this yourself love?” The long-haired male asked not looking up at you, you merely shook your head with a negative hum “Used your card.” A smile stretched across Koko’s mouth at your words before he pressed a small wet kiss to your pelvis on the ink “Good.” Rindou then reached over and grabbed your other arm, pulling you over to him and into his lap before you could respond to Koko.

His palm was placed directly onto the tattoo as he chuckled in your ear with Haruchiyo and Ran on either side of him chuckling as well “Gonna have fun with this, that’s for sure.” Ran said and Haruchiyo nodded in agreement with a devilish grin on his face, Rindou’s hand slowly drifted into your thong with his fingers trailing down to your clit “This why you wanted to be ass up so bad the other day?” Rindou asked tilting his head, his lips ghosting over yours and of course, when you went to connect them, he pulled away.

As nice as rindou was compared to those monsters, Takeomi, Haruchiyo, and Ran, he could be just as mean well…not exactly as mean.

Haruchiyo’s hand grabbed your chin harshly and he turned your attention toward him “Gotta let me eat this pussy baby…” He said licking his lips and once again, before you could even say anything, you were interrupted. “Who says you get to have ‘er first?” Ran said with a scoff as he put his hand on your leg, it was only adding to the small bit of pleasure his brother was giving to you by circling your clit. Takeomi scoffed as Kakucho just shook his head “She needs someone soft first. You guys will tear her in half.” The scarred-face man said folding his arms across his chest but his words only earned more noises of disapproval.

“Oh please! You’ll end up coddling her anyway.”

“Dollface loves getting split in half right?”

“You’re a bunch of selfish fucks.”

“And you’re not? Don’t act like you didn’t keep her to yourself all day yesterday Koko.”

As the men began to argue, you felt yourself being torn from Rindou’s lap and it seemed no one noticed.

You looked behind you to see the culprit of the action, Mikey. You gave him a small smile as you sat down on his lap but he didn’t return it and just continued to stare at you with his tired eyes “Take them off.” You weren’t really smart but you didn’t have to know rocket science to know what he was referring to. Nervously glancing at the men who were raising their voices at each other fighting over who got to use you first and then back at Mikey who was, surprisingly, waiting patiently. You began to pull the panties from your hips and let them drop to your ankles before stepping out of them staring at the damp spot in them as they lay on the floor useless as they always were.

You went to turn around to face Mikey but he stopped you “Look at them and be quiet.” And you did as you sat back down on his lap but this time, you felt his cock sliding inside of your slick hole making you shiver. You let out the smallest moan but it gained the attention of most people in the room, the people who didn’t hear only looked at you because everyone else went silent and turned to you. “Didn’t I say be quiet? Can’t listen for anything…” The short-haired male whispered in your ear while he held onto your hips.

“Oh shit look,” Ran said pointing at the bulge in your tummy that happened to be angled right where the tattoo was, making it poke out. “Fuck…are you gonna have her all to yourself, Mikey? Shit’s not fair.” Takeomi said letting out a low hiss and Haruchiyo nodded in agreement “Yeah, you told–” “She gotta get her present before her punishment.” Mikey said interrupting the long-haired male as he put his chin on your shoulder to look at you with his dead eyes. You glanced at him nervously, you thought that this would make him less mad at you and stop this ‘punishment’ but I guess not. “Well…shouldn’t that be the other way around?” You asked putting a manicured finger on your lip.

Mikey hummed raising his voice a few octaves to mock you “Well…you’re taking it this way.” His voice returned to normal halfway through his sentence “And stay quiet, we’re still talking. Now get moving, I’ll help after.” Mikey demanded slapping your leg and earning a whine from you but you nodded in agreement before beginning to move slowly with your lips glued shut not trying to let out any noises as all eyes were locked on you. When Mikey cleared his throat, their gaze focused past your form.

Your hands grabbed at Mikey’s skinny thighs as a support line as you heard him open his mouth to speak “Sanzu, Takeomi, I expect you to be professional about this. Do not have a repeat of last time.” It was ridiculous how he could speak so calmly when he was stretching you out. You felt like you were getting torn in half from the way his girthy cock was bullied into your…

It was too hard for you to move when he was stuffed inside of you like this but you kept trying, Mikey would never help you get what you wanted if you didn’t do it by yourself for a bit. That’s something about Mikey you hated! It didn’t matter if he was rewarding you or doing the opposite because he’d make you work for it just for a while until he took over; Mikey didn’t believe in that pillow princess shit, if you wanted something, you were going to work for it but maybe if he was in an extraordinarily good mood…the most he’d do is make you tell him what you wanted in LOTS of detail.

“Yeah, Yeah, I won’t shoot him or anything,” Haruchiyo said folding his arms across his chest with a sigh of annoyance but when he caught the sight of you resisting the strong urge to moan made him grin. He didn’t give a damn about going with Takeomi because of what you did at the club because he still gets to have you every day and see you in that state every time and Kakucho nor Koko could complain about how mean he was being because…well, you deserved it this time.

Haruchiyo looked at you like he wanted to do what Mikey wasn’t: Fuck your brains out and you wanted him too. It didn’t matter if it was him honestly, you just wanted to be taken care of…was that too much to ask? “Haru’...” You mewled looking at Haruchiyo through the mascara-coated lashes that you batted at him in hopes he’d give you what you wanted before Mikey could condemn you for talking. It’s best not to get your hopes up when it comes to him especially because all he did was laugh at you and grab his phone. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” The sano man asked you as your makeup started to smear with you knuckling away the tears in your eyes. Haru was ignoring you and starting to record you in such a vulnerable and pitiful state.

“Yes but–” “Then shut up, it’s as simple as that,” Mikey said interrupting you once again and making it clear that he did not want to hear any of your excuses but you needed him too! It wasn’t fair that he had you sobbing like this while Haruchiyo was busy recording it. He never posted them but he did send them, especially to the guys who had the confidence to text you or give you their number with a text about how you were busy and it was so embarrassing. Haruchiyo just loved to humiliate you even when you were getting a reward. You could only imagine what he would do when it was time for you to be reprimanded.

Haruchiyo turned to Rindou and bumped him with his elbow “Put ‘em in her mouth.” He said gesturing to the thong on the floor and Rindou grinned before leaning down to grab the undergarments. The long-haired brother reached over grabbing your jaw with his hand “Open wide sweetie.” You did as he asked opening your mouth but you were barely able to open it wider before he stuffed them inside of your mouth silencing the pathetic whimpers that were an attempt to get him to pity you so maybe your punishment after this wouldn’t be so bad. You saw that it worked on him a bit but not enough for him to say anything.

“Since you can’t do anything on your own, I guess I’ll just give you what you want,” Mikey said running his hand up your thigh, dragging his fingertips over the tattoo to your scrunched-up dress before snaking his hand under the fabric. His fingers wrapped around your tit squeezing it lazily as he began to man spread forcibly spreading your legs for everyone to see what was between them. His other hand grabbed your hip before bringing you up and slamming you back down on his cock making you whine behind the fabric as hot tears ran down your face messing up your mascara. The black droplets of tears stained your pretty face as Mikey forced you up and down his cock.

You heard his grunts from behind you before they went quiet with his deep breath “I meant what I said. I don’t want no fucking shoot-outs.” Mikey said to the other men in the car. It seemed like you should have stopped at the hideout by now…wait, was the car even moving? You hadn’t even noticed if it had stopped. “Got it.” The voice was familiar but you couldn’t tie an exact face to it. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you were losing yourself in your pleasure already. Haruchiyo was probably having the best time of his life watching you fall apart in Mikey’s grasp and getting it on record.

“Do you? Last time you said that and I had to take funds out of the Bonten portion to pay off the cops because you are an idiot!” That was easily recognizable as Koko’s annoyed voice. Your eyes opened at the feeling of fingers grazing your chin and you were met with the camera of a phone. Your eyes trailed down to see the Sanzu man on his knees grinning up at you, his diamond-shaped scars stretching on the ends of his lips “Uhm, hello? I’m talking to you.” Koko said looking at the pink-haired man annoyed glaring at him whilst the man ignored him and just focused on capturing all of your whining excellence.

Haruchiyo clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth “I don’t give a shit. Pretty girl’s more important than anything you’re talking about.” He said dragging his fingertips over your skin making you shiver into him and Mikey’s touch. You whimpered through the fabric that was dampening from your drool. Koko didn’t respond and only rolled his eyes before relaxing further in his seat to add to the other eyes concentrated on you.

Mikey’s hand ran all over your body “Gonna cum?” He asked lowly in your ear with that baby-talk voice he and everyone else used to mock you but you didn’t care; you only nodded dumbly in response “Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” You screamed and your mumbles were loud enough to be understood by everyone. You began to bounce on your own chasing your orgasm, the back of your thighs slapped loudly against Mikey’s which were much skinner than yours “Yeah?” Mikey asked as Haruchiyo grabbed your panties from your mouth before forcing you to look down at him and not just at the camera.

“Feel so-oh good! Want more!” You moaned loudly glad that your cries were finally being heard. Haruchiyo’s smile widened evilly at your words as he lowered the camera down to take in how you sucked in Mikey with ease “Don’t worry, we’re gonna give you what you want.” Obviously, you didn’t think much of these words. It’s not like you thought much but he was telling you about giving you what you wanted…and that’s all you cared about.

You moaned louder, your sounds becoming more high-pitched as you grew closer to the edge “Cummin’! ‘M cumming!” You squirted all over Mikey’s cock triggering his own orgasm that was unwarranted. You gasped in shock at the warm feeling of him filling you that you were so used to, you felt yourself slipping from not only your thoughts but Mikey’s hands. Mikey didn’t catch you when you began to fall forward and neither did Haruchiyo but Koko (being the closest to you other than those two) did. 

You blinked up at the white-haired man with a blissed-out look on your dirtied face with small sobs escaping your lips that were in a pout. He didn’t say anything and allowed you to climb onto him; when you landed in his lap, your cunt leaking all over his expensive clothes, your arms immediately found their place around his neck “Aw…so sensitive.” Koko said teasingly when you spazzed into his body at the feeling of his hand just grazing over your clit.

“Don’t get too comfortable over there.” Your head turned at the voice and you saw all the eyes that were staring at you now with a hungry look in their eyes like you were their prey. You were and you have learned to accept it but it never failed to make you quake. They were not done with you whatsoever.

“Ah, ran that hurts…” You muttered gripping Mikey’s shoulders tightly as Ran pushed inside your second hole but you couldn’t even do that because Haruchiyo grabbed your hand and Koko grabbed your other so the only support you had was Mikey’s hands on your hips. It was a small burning pain but the pleasure from…everything overtook it by a lot. Whimpers left your messy lips as they manhandled you not caring that Mikey was still inside of you and you were moving all around him. They treated you like you were nothing but a toy for them, yet you found yourself growing wetter at their actions.

Your fingers wrapped around Haruchiyo’s cock with your other hand doing the same thing to Koko “Ah, you’ve taken it here before. You’ll be fine.” The eldest haitani brother responded to you with his hands creating hand-shaped bruises on your hips. Kakucho, who sat closer than before with his cock in his hand, rolled his eyes at Ran’s harsh treatment of you “Could have at least lubed her up, I see why she comes to me all sore.” Kakucho said which only earned chuckles from the other men in the room. You couldn’t even begin to respond to him, you could barely form anything other than moans and whines from how you were being used and pulled in every direction.

Despite this mindset, you saw Rindou stalking over from the side of your eye and your attention turned to him. He sat down in front of you on the seat as you along with Ran and Mikey, who were buried deep into your holes, sat on the floor “Keep your mouth open pretty.” Rindou said beginning to slide his slacks down to pool at his ankles, you did as he asked and opened your mouth wide and it wasn’t long before he shoved himself into your mouth muting your mewls “Tch. Why do I always get left out?” Takeomi questioned taking in the sight of you being stuffed in all holes possible.

Haruchiyo threw his head back as you moved your hand up and down his shaft, his pre spilling all over your hand and your long nails. He tilted his head back to look back at the older man “‘Cos it’s playtime and you’re too old for that.” The mullet-haired man said with a laugh triggering another mini argument between the two of them which no one paid attention to but at least it distracted him from recording you. “So pretty. This color looks so nice wrapped around my dick.” Koko complimented as he slicked his hair back to prevent it from sticking to his forehead which was growing wet with sweat. Koko was so glad he got to pick the color of your nails this time, his pleasure felt so much better knowing that especially because he picked it specifically because of how beautiful it looked around his dick.

You tried to thank him for the compliment but you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of Mikey taking in your nipple in the wet cavern of his mouth; not like he’d be able to hear it anyway…

Mikey took full advantage of your tits being shoved in his face because you attempted to reach Rindou as you sucked him off. Ran groaned as he threw his head back while he continued his strokes deep inside of you “Fuck keep doing thing, she likes that, yeah?” Ran said with his hand snaking around to lie on the moving bulge in your tummy that was right under that tattoo, he’d be sure to pay some extra attention to that later. You weren’t even able to nod because Rindou had a tight hold on your hair as he practically fucked himself down your throat.

“Mmph!” Mikey’s cold hands groped your other tit as the other rested on the fat of your ass, you felt him smile at your muffled moans as he continued to fuck up into your sloppy cunt. Your body shuddered as his mushroom tip grazed over your g-spot “Oh fuck–ngh…pretty, you’re doing so–fucking–good.” Rindou moaned bucking his hips into your mouth slightly, you glanced up at him with teary eyes as makeup continued to run down your face showing your pathetic and slutty state.

Your stomach tightened and your legs nearly clenched together if it wasn’t for Mikey sitting between them as you felt your orgasm coming. “Gonna cum? Yeah?” Mikey said taking his mouth away from your nipple as he grunted at the feeling of you squeezing around him, he had to hold himself back; he had an issue with cumming as soon as you do just because of the feeling. “Mhm! Yeah, Yeah!” You shouted as Rindou yanked your head away from his cock as he began to jerk himself off for a few seconds until he came all over your face only adding to the mess “Ugh! C-Cummin’!” Koko laughed at your sputtering while you bounced up and down on Mikey to work yourself through your orgasm.

“You always cum so easy, don’t you beauty?” Koko asked with a teasing laugh.

You didn’t even respond and just murmured as you kept rocking back and forth because of Ran’s thrusts, he wasn’t letting up until he came and you couldn’t feel it coming yet. “Says you, every time we share ‘er, you cum within seconds.” Haruchiyo added looking back at the white-haired man who breathed heavily “You’re boutta cum right now, aren’t you?” He added making Koko grunt in annoyance, he placed his hand onto yours as you continued to jerk him off.

“Ugh, if you wanna kiss me just say that.” Koko responded with a roll of his eyes and Haruchiyo’s grin widened.

“If you cum easily like a virgin, just say that.” 

“I don’t!”

“Prove it.”

“Shut the hell up, nobody wants to hear you,” Rindou said with a raspy voice as he scooted away from his place on the seat. Dragging himself over to a farther seat to sit there and relax, rindou glared at his co-workers who looked at him and then at each other. Haruchiyo didn’t say anything but his look seemed as if he was challenging Koko and the other man accepted.

Your skin burned at the feeling of Ran’s long fingers digging into your skin as you breathed heavily slumped over onto Mikey’s shoulder. Ran leaned forward and kissed all over your shoulders while his hips continued to snap into your ass faster than before “Gonna give you two loads, ‘kay baby?” Mikey said pushing you off his body so he could look at you, his eyes narrowed at you when you didn’t respond and just mewled while sniffling and it made more globs of tears spew from your eyes as you nodded.

“C’mon love, use your words…taught you better,” Kakucho said as he slid into the empty space that Rindou had currently sat in. “Okay Mikey…” You said glancing up at Kakucho. He always tried his hardest to keep you out of trouble, even if you deserved it. Kakucho’s hand was placed on your head as to congratulate you for being good.

“Fuck, I’m cumming right now,” Ran grumbled as he pounded into your tighter hole harder making you yelp and your back arch. Your arms wrapped around Mikey’s head as you cuddled closer to him, your legs were numb by now but you felt them quake as Ran filled you to the brim and soon Mikey followed. So that’s what he meant by two loads…

Your tongue lolled out at the feeling of being filled up completely while you breathed heavily but your comfort didn't last long because your hands were snatched back and placed back on the cocks you took them away from “Stop playin’ dollface, we’re tryna have a competition here.” Haruchiyo said as he moved your hand around his dick again while Koko tried to resist cumming, he couldn’t let Haruchiyo win another fucking bet. “Sor–ah!” You couldn’t count how many times you’ve been cut off this night from saying anything.

You gave Koko an apologetic look as you winced at the feeling of Ran’s touch leaving your skin after pulling out. That’s what did it to him, there’s no way he can hold back when you’re looking at him like that…so Koko let go and allowed himself to cum all inside of the palm of your hand. You gasped and looked down at your soiled hand as your fingers unwrapped from him. Staring at his burning red tip that was twitching, you smiled a bit before looking back at him “Looks like you lost pretty boy.” Haruchiyo said grunting. You had completely forgotten he was there. “Shut up,” Koko said joining Ran and Rindou who were busy tucking themselves back in and coming down from their high.

Your head turned as you brought your hand to your lips gently licking Koko’s mess from your hand “Hm, haitani already ruined your face…” Haruchiyo said as you glanced up at his phone that was lazily held in his hand, you weren’t even sure if the camera was taking in your filthy form. You wondered what Haruchiyo was going to do next but your thoughts were ripped away when your hand was brought away from your mouth to wrap around yet another cock making you whine. Your arms were almost as sore as your throat, you were getting extremely tired…

“Don’t act all tired now. You can rest all you want after.” Takeomi said with his gruff voice as you began to lazily move your hand around his cock, rubbing your thumb over his tip to tease him a bit. Before you even got to say anything, you felt warm ropes of Haruchiyo’s cum not only landing on the side of your face but in your hair. “Mikey! Haru made a mess in my hair…I paid so much to get it done…” You complained looking at your boyfriend(ish) not paying attention to Ran commenting how he actually paid.

See, Mikey didn’t really give a shit that your hair got fucked up or any of that shit because it was supposed to be a punishment. However…he did not want to deal with you whining to him the whole time after this about your hair, you were already going to be upset about your makeup and your underwear that had been torn to shreds by now and he really did not want to hear this. He never heard the end of it when some of his cum accidentally landed on your hair when he was giving you backshots. “Get away,” Mikey said to Haruchiyo as you wrapped your arms around his neck looking up at Kakucho who looked at you sympathetically.

“Come on Mikey, I’ll buy her a new one or whatever,” Haruchiyo said a tad bit annoyed that he was getting scolded over this. You weren’t really focused on Haruchiyo anymore or what Mikey was telling him, only on Kakucho now that you were facing him and you had discovered that he had been jerking himself off. Well, he wasn’t anymore but he was.

Kakucho’s unused hand went to your head and he pulled apart strands of your hair to see if it was as bad as you thought it was “It’s really bad, right…?” You asked to sniffle and Kakucho grimaced at the sight of Haruchiyo’s seed on the side of your head but he still tried his best to get it out regardless of his disgust “Not that bad. I can help wash it out.” Kakucho told you with a sweet voice. That’s what you liked so much about Kakucho…he was so nice to you no matter what you did wrong.

And you’d never say it aloud because of how jealous most of them would get but Kakucho would be the first person you’d run to in a situation when you know you did something wrong. He was always just so nice to you…he deserved a lot for being such a sweetie all the time! “Thank you…” You muttered as your hand that was free of Koko’s mess trailed up Kakucho’s leg and grabbed him making him stiffen. “Oh, that’s bullshit. How come we have to sit out but Scarface over there still gets his?” Haruchiyo asked with a frown ignoring how Takeomi was glaring daggers into the side of his head. You felt the need to mention how most people in Bonten had scars on their faces but you made your first smart decision not to. They’d probably get offended…

“He’s nice to me.” You said glancing back at the pink-haired man as Mikey sat below you silently, leaning his temple against your bare side. Your whines of sadness instead of pleasure had brought out that soft spot in him and he just wanted to be as close to you as possible. “Sweetie, I don’t give a fuck about that nice shit,” Haruchiyo said rolling his eyes as he snatched whatever Rindou was lighting up. You merely huffed and looked back at Kakucho who stared down at you in all of your glory.

He observed how your body would jolt and the little noises that would leave your throat ever so often maybe because of the lingering pleasure or Mikey moving in the slightest. Either way, your blessed-out expression was so cute, especially with that pout of anger. “Well, I do.” You muttered before beginning to move your hand up and down on Kakucho’s cock while resting your cheek on the top of Mikey’s head.

“O-Oh shit…” Kakucho mewled as he watched as you took him in your mouth, your hand remained around the length that you could not take in. His back arched just slightly at the vibrations that your whines and groans sent to his dick that rose to the pit of his stomach where his orgasm formed. “Mmpfh…” You said lowly as you rocked back and forth to grind on Mikey which just made him even more impatient to get his way with you. He needed Kakucho to hurry and finish.

Kakucho’s large hand found its way to the nape of your neck just resting there as he moaned breathlessly. He resisted the urge to fuck your face because he didn’t really want to but it was just so good that he couldn’t help but crave more. That feeling in the pit of his stomach grew so large that he could barely keep his eyes open anymore but he tried to, he wanted to see those eyes that stared up at him so teary and wet. So beautiful.

He could see how Koko came so easily just from how you looked at him. His ring-clad fingers traveled from the back of your neck to the back of your hair. Running his fingers through the clean strands and gently pulling at it “You’re going so good…shit oh my–” Kakucho’s words were cut off when he came without warning into your mouth making you choke just a bit. Taking him out of your mouth, you stuck your tongue out as you lightly coughed and he gawked at the sight.

Mikey’s hand went from roaming around your back and grasping your hips “You done with her?” The tired male asked in his usual raspy voice and Kakucho confirmed that he was with a puffed-out response. Within a few seconds of Kakucho’s response, Mikey had you on your back on the floor of the car and you grew a bit embarrassed at the eyes on you. They were always there, staring but instead of feeling their gazes, you could actually see them.

The roughness of his fingertips pressing against your love handles made you squirm as you babbled about how he was being so rough. “You know who you belong to, correct?” Mikey asks as he begins to move inside of you with slow strokes. His hands trailed down to your thighs and found their place on the back of them “Uhm, y-yeah…” You replied trying not to moan so you could at least answer him properly. Mikey pushed your thighs up so that they met your chest as he continued to stare at you “So why act like you don’t?” He continued to ask as you groaned at the new angle.

Only babbles left your lips as you insisted that you didn’t act like that and that’s why you got the tattoo but it seemed that no one was buying it. “I mean you were all over that…ugh. So clearly you don’t.” Koko said shrugging his shoulders and you only whined at his words. “How many times do we have to teach you? We know you’re a little dense but you’d think you would learn by now.” Mikey said bluntly watching as you arched your back at the little pleasure he was giving you.

“Mikey…p-please jus-just want more.” You babbled to him as hot tears streamed down your face. Haruchiyo smacked his tongue across the roof of his mouth. This was supposed to be a punishment for you but you were too much of a cockwhore to not want more of what you were given. Haruchiyo had so many more methods for putting you in your place but apparently, he was ‘too harsh’.

Mikey blinked at you and leaned closer to you only getting deeper into your warmth. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear as you waited patiently for him to talk “You’re lucky if I ever let you go out with those fucking friends of yours again, understand?” He whispered to you and you nodded immediately not thinking much of it. “Great then don’t fucking complain later.” The short-haired male said narrowing his eyes at you.

The sano didn’t waste any time to begin thrusting harshly inside of you. The prominent veins on the sides of his cock rubbed against your fleshy walls that were already soaked with his seed “Ugh! F-Feel so g-go–ood!” You shouted dragging out your sentences as you moaned loudly. Your arms wrapped around Mikey’s neck and you clawed at the back of his shirt while trying to contain yourself. Your body moved up and down and even though your eyes were squeezed shut, you could practically see the smirks on the haitani brother’s faces at the sight of your tits bouncing.

They were also probably smiling at the noises that came from Mikey’s cock leaving and entering your soaked cunt. The sounds were so filthy and so wet, it was like music to their ears. One of Mikey’s hands found its place right back on top of your tattoo and he groaned loudly throwing his head back at the feeling of his cock poking through your skin and rubbing against his palm. 

Your walls tightened around him as you felt yourself nearing the edge. “Hold it, I want you to cum with me,” Mikey told you. “No! I-I can’t…” You shouted out as you brought him down to be closer to you. “If you cum before I tell you to, I swear to god you won’t cum for a month.” Mikey threatened making your skin run cold. Mikey was so mean to you sometimes…it wasn’t nice at all!

“I’m s-sorry! Ngh…I won’t–fuck–go with another guy e…ever!” You were barely able to get out a clear sentence as you felt Mikey hit your G-spot. You couldn’t hold it in for long, it just felt so good that you needed to cum now. “Tch. If you can even call it that.” Rindou snickered not taking his eyes off how you couldn’t even close your mouth with how many moans were continuously emptying from your lips. 

Mikey put his face in your neck as his hips sped up, undoubtedly to discolor under the pressure of hitting your thighs. He breathed heavily into your neck occasionally letting out groans with how you pulsed around him eager to cum under his touch and only add to the cum ring that formed around the base of his dick.

He groaned at the feeling of you sucking him deeper than he could possibly imagine. It always happened. No matter how much he thought he couldn’t get deeper inside of you, he did. Mikey loved the feeling of your plush walls hugging his cock tightly and he loved it more when you let out sobs and purrs expressing how much you loved it when he fucked you like that. It only turned him on more.

“Now.” He commanded and just as he pleased, you both came together with your moans swirling with his beautifully. Your back only arched off the floor more at the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cum once again “Uhn…so full.” Your eyes closed as you relaxed against the floor and Mikey’s harsh press of your thighs to your rest softened. Mikey pulled out making you gently wince and peek your eyes open.

The short man sat on the seat of the car before he began to pick you up so you could sit next to him. Mikey stared at you for a moment taking in how pretty you looked with a tear and cum-stained face with small touches of ruined makeup here and there before he went to get your dress from one of the executives. He smiled a the sight of you knowing that he couldn’t stay mad at you for long and of course, you had to make him smile just a bit more with your words and girlish giggles that adorned it. “Nice butt.”

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Jealous James

request: “i was wondering if you could write something smutty with James but it’s possessive smut coz some guy was flirting with her. It’s like James overstimulating her to the point where she can’t form anything but his name and he gets so smug and shit.” / “i can’t stop thinking about James Potter and him getting jealous about seeing a guy hit on reader but she’s too innocent to know what’s going on so when they get home it’s like soft but possessive sex with him.”

pairing: James Potter x reader

summary: just the requests, mostly smut!

warnings / tags: NSFW (minors do not interact!), rough sex, eating out, fingering, p in v, mention of afab parts but no pronouns or much gendering, established relationship, cocky lovable James 

word count: 2.9k

“Nice t-shirt. Great band,” you hear from beside you as you wait at the bar for yours and James’s next round of drinks.

“Oh, thanks! They’re great aren’t they?” you reply, friendly. You love talking about the things you like, and sometimes you don’t get a lot of chances because your friends and boyfriend — all of whom you love to death — don’t always share your taste. 

“The best! What’d you think of the new album?” he asks, continuing the conversation.

“It was really good, I reckon. But I’m not sure I like it as much as the last one,” you reply. “Maybe I just need to give another listen or two.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

You smile and nod then turn back toward the bartender preparing your drinks, thinking that was the end of that. 

But he continues, “Who else do you like?” He leans in, but you think little of it, aware of the loud bar and thinking he couldn’t hear you well otherwise. 

You mightn’t’ve thought much of it, but across the bar, James’s eyes are on you like a hawk.

He sees the random bloke step toward you, sees your friendly smile, and he can’t help but feel a twinge — okay, maybe a bit more than a twinge — of jealousy surge up inside him. He tries to push it down, knowing it’s silly, knowing he trusts you completely. He tries to look away…but lasts about one second before his eyes shoot back at you, glued to the small distance between you and his new enemy. 

No, no; not, his enemy, that would be silly. Overreacting. 

Yet, his glare hardens as the man takes yet another step towards you. He says something, leaning in. You laugh, your nose wrinkling. And James, well, James’s grips tighten.

His mind plays ping pong between his two options: stay here, go interfere; stay here, go interfere. The man steps closer, and James opts for the latter. 

You go on about your favorite band, how their sound is similar to (but better than) that of the band whose t-shirt you’re proudly sporting. He leans even closer, a bit too close for you, even though you are enjoying the musical conversation. You step back but speak louder so he can still hear you. He steps closer again, and you step back and speak up even louder.

Then you feel a hand on the small of your back. You’re about to step away when you hear a familiar, lovely voice in your ear. “All good with the drinks, darling?” James asks, standing beside you. The man backs away a bit. 

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You smile sideways at your boyfriend, relaxing into his touch, then look back at the man in front of you. He looks a bit put out, looking at James and not at you. 

“Great. Wait for you over there, then,” James says and kisses your forehead before heading back to your booth. 

You’re a bit confused but go to finish the thought you were sharing about the new album. As you do, though, your confusion increases rather than decreases when the friendly bloke in front of you is no longer looking at you, looking straight forward at the bartender instead, cold shoulder turned toward you. You shrug, grab the drinks finally placed in front of you then make your way back to James and the others in your shared booth. 

James is squirmy when you sit back down next to him, placing his drink in front of him. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he says, a bit too quickly, wrapping his arm around you and taking a sip of his drink, tilting his head back toward Sirius, who is in the middle of telling a very animated story. 

You try to shake it off — not succeeding completely, a strange discomfort still lingering — and listen to Sirius’s story too while James’s grip tightens on your shoulder. 

Even as a few minutes pass by, he still feels tense next to you, and it worries you. “You sure you’re alright?” you whisper in his ear.

He shivers next to you, but simply nods and says “mmhhmm” as he looks briefly at you. 

The evening proceeds: stories exchanged and enjoyed, drinks gotten and finished, friends teased and laughed with. 

The night finds you outside, arms around yourself in the cold weather, waiting for James who had to pop back in to the bar when he realized he had forgotten his hat. 

“Cold night, huh?” a familiar voice asks next to you. You turn to see the guy from earlier standing right next to you. “Yeah, a bit,” you smile, not giving him much attention, hoping James will hurry so you can get home and under comfy, warm blankets as soon as possible. 

“So, listen,” the guy goes on, “if you ever want to give that new album a listen with some company…” he hesitates then moves closer to you, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Then maybe you can let me know, gorgeous,” he finishes, handing you his phone with a “new contact” entry open.

“Oh… uh…” you stutter, not grabbing his phone. “Thanks, but I’m on my way home,” you say a bit lamely, not sure what to say but not interested in giving him your number. 

“It’ll only take a second, won’t it?” he asks, stepping even closer. You step back, reeling for what to say. 

James finds his hat on the booth seat, putting it on as he makes his way back toward the door. He can’t help but feel a bit bad; he knows jealousy isn’t healthy, knows you probably couldn’t even tell that guy was hitting on you. For Godric’s sake, it took him forever to make it clear to you that he was flirting with you before you got together. Still, he just wanted to protect you from unwanted advances… and maybe, just maybe, make it clear to that other bloke that you were taken… by him. He shakes his head at his possessive thoughts, but as he steps out of the bar, he sees you stepping away from said bloke. At the first sign of your discomfort, his protective instincts surge infinitely higher than his possessive ones as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, putting himself between you and the man approaching you. “Ready to head home, love?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you smile, a bit stiffly, as you walk away from the bar under his protective arm. You give the (overly)friendly guy a grin as you turn away. 

You’re putting your coat on the hanger when you feel James’s hands on your hips, his breath on your neck. “You have a nice time tonight, sweets?” he asks into your neck, kissing there. 

“Mmmhmm,” you reply in pleasure, leaning back into him. 

“Mmm,” he hums into the crook of your neck, his grip tightening on your hips. He nips at your skin and slips his fingertips under your shirt. Usually he caresses your skin when his hands slip under, but this time, he finds his tight grip again right away. You feel his teeth scrape your neck and shiver at the sensation. 

You’re enjoying it, certainly, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is off. James feels stiff; he has for a while. You turn in his arms, but his grip remains tight around your waist now that you are facing each other. “You alright, Jamie?”

“Yeah. Fine. Good. All good,” he responds, his tone tense. 

You arch an eyebrow at him, enough to convey how unconvinced you were. 

He keeps eye contact with you, but after a beat, he lets out a long, loud exhale. You can see his shoulders ease at the relief of it. You rub his chest over his soft jumper. 

“It’s nothing, just me being a bit of an idiot.” He tries to laugh as if dropping the conversation there. 

“Hm. I dunno, love; you’re an idiot a lot of the time, but it doesn’t seem to bother you then,” you smirk shyly. He jokingly glares at you. 

“That bloke tonight…” “Which one?” You mean it initially; you’d already forgotten. His glare becomes less joking. “C’mon, y/n, you know. The one who was hitting on you all night. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice… you seemed like you were enjoying it even.” His eyes are colder than usual, and you hate it. You go to defend yourself, but stop in your tracks. You want to comfort him, but you didn’t do anything wrong and don’t want to apologize out of habit. 

You opt for, “You trust me?” Another relieving breath; his eye soften. “Of course I do.” His hand makes its way to your cheek, caressing you. “It’s not that I don’t, love. I trust you completely. I just can’t help but hate seeing you with some other bloke who so clearly wants to get into your knickers.” His thumb traces your bottom lip a bit harshly. “I like being the only one who gets to touch you…” His thumb slips just the tiniest bit into your mouth. 

“You getting possessive, Potter?” you whisper into his hand shakily. “Not exactly.” He moves closer. “I don’t want to possess you; I want to pleasure you,” he whispers lowly into your ear. 

Pleasure shoots down your spine from the place his lips made contact. 

“Oh?” You’re melting already. 

“Mm,” he groans affirmatively. “I want you ruined for any other man… I don’t want you looking at any other man not because you’d feel you shouldn’t but because you wouldn’t even want to… I want you completely satisfied… by me.” His voice is low, firm, setting you on fire. 

You peck his finger where it still rests in front of your mouth. “You do,” you murmur. “Satisfy me, I mean…” He’s better at assertiveness than you, your shyness creeping in the moment you get turned on. Your gaze travels back and forth between his eyes. 

He holds your gaze, his lips parted, and nods slowly, wordlessly. 

“But maybe… you could… you know… remind me?” you whisper. 

His expression turns devilish immediately, his eyes at once alight with mischief and darkened by lust. 

“Oh? You need reminding, do you?” He steps forward, forcing you back against the wall. His hand on your face grips it tightly, fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other. The squeeze purses your lips.

He moves his face toward yours at a tremendously slow pace. Your foreheads touch; your noses meet, and without further waiting, James slips his tongue directly into your mouth. You hum around it, and you think you hear him giggle. Everything sounds as if you’re underwater now, though, your blood rushing, your head light from how turned on you’re getting. You love when he’s like this, and he knows it. 

His hand on your face moves quickly to the back of your head, pulling you into him, his fingers twining into your hair. His other hand comes up from your hip to your breast, palming and squeezing roughly. 

Your lips part in your pleasured sigh, and he takes the opportunity to bite down on your lower lip. You yelp in pleasured pain, and this time you’re sure you hear him laugh.

He pulls your shirt off and pins your arms above your head as he does. His gaze on you is playful but predatory. He looks at your chest hungrily, eyes going from one breast to the other. 

He slips his finger into the band of your bra and says, “You make these look nice, love, but I still hate that you wear them.” 

He yanks the cups down and buries his face there, kissing and groaning. Your head knocks back against the wall when he sucks harshly on your nipple. You’re squirming in his grasp, pushing your chest up into him, loving the feel of his mouth. 

He sucks each of your nipples then nuzzles his face between your tits another moment before licking up your chest, your neck, sucking on your jaw while his free hand continues to pinch and pull on your nipples.

He kisses under your ear and rasps, “No one can make you feel as good as I can.” You whimper in response. 

He pulls you off the wall, and you think he is going to drag you to the bedroom, but instead, he harshly turns you around in one swift motion and pushes you back against the wall, now your front against the wall, your back to him. The cold, textured wall against your bare, already sensitive chest draws another whimper out of you, and it is elongated into senseless, prolonged “ahh”’s as James sucks on your neck and presses his body against yours. You can feel his hard cock and push your arse back into him. He groans appreciatively in your ear and can’t help but hump into you a couple of times.

You shiver from the cold of his body leaving yours, and it only gets worse when he pulls your trousers and underwear down in one go then pulls your arse cheeks apart with his strong hands, now kneeling behind you. 

You’re soaking wet and feel a bit drip down your thigh, but almost as soon as you do, you feel his tongue catch it and lick up your thigh into your slit.

“Can’t have you making a mess in the doorway, can we, love?” 

He bites your arse a bit too hard, making you yelp and jump up in place. His grip on you tightens, holding you in place. 

“Make a mess on my face instead, yeah?” he asks, no question in his tone as he shoves his face against you, devouring you immediately. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jamieee…” One hand pressed against the wall, the other makes its way behind you to grip his thick hair. 

He pushes your legs a bit further apart to have better access, and the combination of the less stable stance and the stab of pleasure at his sucking on your clit now that you’re more available to him almost makes you fall over. You feel the vibrations of his chuckling into your cunt, and you can physically feel yourself getting even wetter. 

He continues eating you out expertly, his hands massaging your arse as he does. You feel the warmth of one leave your body. You love his hands, and the anticipation of where you will feel it next sends another wave of pleasure through you. He doesn’t disappoint as a moment later you feel his fingers pressing into your slit. He usually takes his time stretching you out, but this time, he plunges two in at once and only a couple of strokes later adds a third. His other hand snakes around to rub your clit. 

It only takes a few seconds of this intensity to have you coming around his fingers, rutting and whimpering as you do. He keeps up his efforts to prolong your orgasm, moving even faster as you cum and slowing down as you come back down from your high. After-waves of pleasure are still shooting through you as he removes his fingers and laps at your cunt, licking and sucking and provoking the most pleasant painful tickle. He gives it a final kiss then stands back up behind you.

“I’m gonna fuck you now. Think your legs can take it?” he asserts lowly into your ear. You’re not sure they can, but you nod immediately anyway. You hear his zipper behind you.

“Good girl.” He gives the sensitive spot behind your ear a kiss then his head drops to the crook of your neck where he bites your shoulder as he eases into you. He goes slowly but doesn’t stop until he bottoms out. You feel incredibly full, and between your straining legs and your back arching to help the angle, your entire lower half is taut tight. You can tell you’ll be sore, but in this moment, even the pain is pure pleasure, every sensation heightening the visceral bliss. Deep-seated inside you, James chuckles into your shoulder. 

“Fuck you feel good,” he says. “Jamie,” is all you can respond. 

“Yeah, baby, say my name again.” “Jamie,” you whimper.

“Tell me who makes you feel this good, love, who makes you feel like no one else can.” “You, James, you. Fuck, James.” And with his first rough thrust, you involuntarily hiss another “James.” And again; and again as he starts pounding you into the wall. He’s nodding behind you; you can feel it, seemingly more to himself than to you as he continues giving you everything he has. 

One hand intertwines with yours; the other snakes around you, holding you tight and kneading your breasts. When he feels himself getting close, it moves down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. It works perfectly, and as you cum around his cock, he groans animalistically as you milk him dry. 

You’re both standing there, breathing loudly and heavily, his softening cock still inside you, his head heavy on your shoulder. He pecks you there then half holds half carries you to turn you back around to face him. 

“Bloody hell,” he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours, his hands caressing your back. “Jamie,” you whisper back. His grin transforms into a beaming smile at what you hadn’t realized would be the perfect response. His jealousy assuaged, his love spreads through him, pushing and melting away any remaining envy like a warm wave at high tide.

[cinnbar-bun]

One Happy Hawk (Mihawk x Reader)

Summary: After getting hit with the Happy-Happy Fruit during a fight, Mihawk returns home in a rather… peculiar fashion.

Rating: SFW /Kinda Crack

Note: Takes place during the timeskip, is crackish, and features Perona, Zoro, and a cameo from Crocodile. Reader and Mihawk are married. Reader is GN.

Word Count: ~1.7k

A/n: Hey besties, sorry, my appendix burst a few days ago and I was in the hospital! I’ll do my best to finish some requests while I recover!

Mihawk getting caught off guard was one thing but now, after Mihawk slain his attacker and was resting at home, you couldn’t tell if this new behavior of his was unnerving or welcome.

“Wow, my house is so dark! It needs some light, right?” Mihawk asked loudly, before he opened the window curtains he almost always refused to open. You, Perona, and Zoro gawked as Mihawk pranced happily around the room, opening the many windows and letting the light shine in.

He sighed happily at his work and widely smiled to all of you. “My, isn’t this lovely? The sun is so beautiful.”

You three gasped at his innocent and sweet expression that seemed to glow brighter than the sun itself.

“I-I need to take a photo-“ you quickly mumbled. Perona nodded while Zoro looked as if he’d faint.

“What? Is something wrong?” Mihawk asked, before he made his way to you and felt your forehead. “Oh, darling, are you alright? Are you sick at all?”

You shake your head and Mihawk’s face softens. “Good. Yes, very good.”

“Uh, Mihawk?!” Perona yelled. “Why are you like this?!”

Mihawk gave a confused look. “Like what?”

“Like…. Like that!!” She pointed her finger at him, unsure of where to begin. Mihawk hummed as he massaged his beard.

“Hm, I’m not sure what you mean. Aren’t I always like this? You three always bring me such joy. I just wish to change things up today,” Mihawk explained.

Zoro leaned against a wall, breathing heavily.

“What the hell is going on?!” He cried, before he handed Mihawk a sword. “Come on! Fight me!”

“Fight you? Why would I do that? That could cause serious harm to us,” Mihawk gasped. If Zoro wasn’t clinging to Perona, he may have just fainted on the spot.

“I don’t want to hear anymore of this. (Y/n), he’s your husband, please do something,” Zoro mumbled despondently.

“What should I do?! I don’t know what to do!” You frantically answered.

“Ah! I got an idea! Maybe I can sicc my Hollows onto him! That should make him grumpy again!” Perona snapped her fingers.

“Great idea!” You and Zoro said at once. Perona then turned to Mihawk and summoned a Negative Hollow to pass through Mihawk. Mihawk simply watched curiously as the Hollow went through him, unfazed.

“Did it work…?” Perona whispered, before her answer came in the form of Mihawk laughing and clapping.

“Great job, Perona! Your Hollows are always such a treat to witness! It even tickled a little!” Mihawk stated proudly to Perona.

Perona screamed at Mihawk’s face and wrapped herself around you like a koala.

“Make him stop! Make it stop!” She wailed. “Go back! Go back!”

“Perona! I’m gonna fall!” You wobble, while Perona clung to you tighter.

“Waaaaaah! I thought he’d be nicer if he was happier but I hate itttttt! Turn him back, (Y/n)!” Perona ignored your comment, sobbing loudly. You sighed and placed Perona down before going to your husband.

“Darling, why don’t we go rest and-“

“Oh my!” Mihawk’s cheeks turned red as his eyes sparkled excitedly. He grabbed your hands and held them in his. “You wish to take a nap together? What an amazing idea, my love!”

The blush on his face is too cute to resist, and you can’t help but feel your face heating up at his undivided attention. Before you can say anything else, Mihawk tilts your chin up and gazes into your eyes dreamily.

“My love, have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?”

“H-huh?” You reply, shocked at his honest compliment. Not that he never complimented you- he did- he was just usually more subtle about it.

“Yes, your eyes lead me astray every day. I wish to melt into them. I wish to look into your eyes forever and never be parted from you. I sometimes wonder if you are even real with how beautiful and ethereal you are. But when I look into your precious eyes, I know for certain that you are real, and I’m so grateful to have you in my life,” he stated earnestly, a gentle smile on his face.

You giggle at his proclamation of love and twirl your hair with your finger.

“On second thought, maybe we should keep him like this,” you grin.

“No way!!” Perona and Zoro shout in unison. You huff and pout, before Mihawk strokes your head.

“My love, please do not frown. I did promise that I would never let you be unhappy again.”

You perk back into a smile and nod. “Yes, you did!”

“Ah, there’s that smile I love so much!”

You two hold hands and smile in such a disgustingly cute way that Zoro and Perona gag.

“Great. Now (Y/n)’s fallen into his charms,” Perona groaned.

“We have to do something. I can’t become the greatest swordsman if this is how Mihawk quits,” Zoro pinched his forehead.

“New plan!” Perona pounded her hand in determination. “We make him remember how grumpy he is!”

Zoro nodded, eager to get his teacher back to normal.

“Hey, Mihawk!” Perona shouted to get his attention.

“Yes, Perona?” Mihawk replied, curious about what she wished to say.

Perona snickers and pulls out two coats, his usual black and red one, and the pink one she designed for him in an attempt to be ‘cute’. “Which one do you like more?”

Mihawk looked deep in thought. “The pink one. It’s clear that you put so much love and effort into tailoring it for me. And it even matches your outfit!”

Perona’s face shrivels up as Mihawk decides to wear the pink coat. “Yes, just splendid! You really have outdone yourself Perona! How do I look?”

You and Perona clamp a hand over your mouth as your eyes water at the adorable coat on a smiling Mihawk.

“So… cute…” you two mumble.

“Would you two knuckleheads think straight for a moment?! He’s obviously not himself! We have to fix him, not play dress up with him!”

“Now, now, Zoro,” Mihawk wags his finger. “There’s no need to yell. (Y/n) and Perona just wished to compliment me on my new outfit. I think it’s a great-“

Before Mihawk can finish, his Den Den Mushi begins to ring and he answers it quickly.

“Hello? Ah, Sir Crocodile! How wonderful it is to hear your voice!”

You and Perona snapped out of your thoughts as Zoro’s eyes widened in horror.

“Shit! They’re coming today for a meeting!” You whisper-shout as you remember the important meeting Mihawk told you about. “Quick, we can’t have them think anything is wrong!”

Zoro and Perona nod and run around the room, closing the windows again and redecorating so the place looks just as cold as before. Mihawk raises a brow as you swipe his Den Den Mushi and laugh nervously.

“Good morning, Sir Crocodile! I’m so sorry to tell you this, but it seems like my poor Mihawk has come down with a nasty cold!” You try your best to sound worried in hopes Crocodile will cancel the meeting.

“But darling, I’m perfectly-“ Mihawk tries to argue, before Zoro and Perona cover his mouth.

“He… is sick? Mihawk?” Crocodile asks, unimpressed and not believing a word you say.

“Mhm! He’s just had the nastiest cough you could ever imagine!” You glance at Zoro and he begins to cough loudly. “Can't you hear him? He’s been like that all day!”

“Right. And that is why he sounded so chipper to greet me just now?”

“Oh, the medicine the doctor’s gave him makes him rather… uh… loopy! Yes! He’s been a bit out of it!”

“Mihawk,” Crocodile sternly says, and Mihawk breaks free from Zoro and Perona’s grip.

“Yes, Crocodile?” Mihawk replies.

“Are you truly sick?”

Mihawk laughs loudly. “Oh no, my friend! I’m not sure why my love is saying such things to you! I’m excited to have you over, in fact!”

You, Perona, and Zoro are frozen in shock as it is silent on the other end of the line.

“Dear lord,” Crocodile states, stunned at what he just heard. “It’s alright. We can have the meeting another time.”

“What? But why, Crocodile? I’m completely fine!”

“No I… I think your partner is correct. You are very sick. You should lie down.”

“I don’t need to do that! I’m absolutely okay! I was even going to make you my famous cookies for the meeting!” Mihawk shouts, hoping Crocodile changes his mind.

“Goodbye, Mihawk,” Crocodile quickly says before he disconnects the call. Mihawk pouts sadly as he holds onto his Den Den Mushi.

“Aw… he’s not coming today anymore,” Mihawk sighs. You pat your husband on the shoulder to soothe him.

“It’s alright, my love. You two can have that meeting another time!”

“You’re right! And I’ll absolutely impress him with those cookies! In fact, I’ll go make some cookies right now!” Mihawk shouts as he runs to the kitchen.

“How long is this thing supposed to last?” Perona whines. Zoro waves his hand and begins to walk towards the staircase. “I saw nothing. Today was just a bad dream.”

You massage your temples as you follow your husband to the kitchen, praying for this “condition” to pass soon.

Bonus:

“Ugh, my head is killing me…” Mihawk groans. He winces as he notices the light pouring through his open windows. He registers a heavy weight around his arm as he notices you’re sleeping peacefully beside him. A warm feeling builds up in his chest before he looks down to see he’s wearing… pink pajamas with red and black ribbons on them.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then opens his eyes again. It is not just a dream, but in fact, reality. He is wearing those pajamas that Perona made him. He sighs and closes his eyes.

“I’ll deal with this in about an hour,” he mumbles to himself, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in closer.

[takami-takami]

Sweet, Sweet Indulgence.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— gn!reader. corrupting the sweet boy till he's addicted to edging himself <3. hand jobs. masturbation. edging. desperation. brief mention of oral.

Perhaps all these years, Keigo was just waiting for someone to give him permission to truly indulge.

For someone as busy as the number two hero, getting off was always something he had to do quickly; and to put it bluntly, it was less of an indulgence and more of a hassle for him to take care of than anything else. He simply never had much free time to call his own. Rubbing one out was merely a five minute task to clear his head on nights he had to wake before the sun rose.

But you threw the most devastating wrench in his perception. You showed him exactly what he was missing, just how much of a delicacy it could be.

The first time you wrapped the snake of your hand around him, he threw his head back and choked. His deep, sinful slouch and spread legs were evidence of just how heavenly your touch felt, just how blissful the feeling was that made his eyes flutter shut and his breath come quick.

He never could have guessed how electric your grip could be; not until it reached the head of his cock and traveled back down, down to the base before twisting back up, leaving crackles of pleasure in its wake.

Again, and again, and again.

But just as that familiar feeling crept up within him, you stopped.

His entire body went stiff.

Golden eyes shot wide open, brows furrowing in innocent confusion. In between his desperate panting, he managed, "W-Why'd you stop?"

And that smirk against his ear broke a part of his brain, irreparably. He could feel the tandrils of your presence tainting his thoughts, corrupting his mind down to far more debaucherous places.

With a seductive whisper over his left shoulder, your words sent him straight to the pits of hell.

"Because it feels so much better that way."

After that fateful night, he simply cannot control himself.

Nights like these are now spent on his back, with his shirt bunched up over his heaving chest, kicking at the sheets below as they ruffle with his writhing. He reaches that peak again, only to deny himself with the most pathetic mewl.

He chases that ecstacy you provide, pretty little mind drowning in phantasmic visions of you. Hazy and thick is the essence he gulps down, trickling down the recesses of his filthy thoughts and dripping toward his twitching cock.

Sometimes when he gets close, he yanks his hand away with a sob, as if the heat of his dick were the burn on a stovetop. Other times, the blur of the hand fisting his cock comes to an abrupt halt at his base, squeezing almost painfully instead, frantic to stave off that release.

It aches, it throbs, and he loves it.

No more stress, no more worries; just the continuous, painful nirvana of edge after edge.

He goes on and on building up his cum, letting himself fall further and further to whining, whimpering desperation. It gets to the point that he rolls his head along his pillow, mutters begs and pleas to you under his breath. He knows you're not there to hear; but his mind is fuzzy, and it almost feels like if his display is cute enough, if his little show is pathetic enough for you, you'll give him a little bit of mercy.

But isn't this mercy? He gets to feel so good for as long as he wants— forever, if his pretty little heart desires.

He mulls the question in his mind, back and forth, before settling on a conclusion: there's not enough room in his head to even think about it right now. Frustrated, he tosses the thought and focuses what little brainpower he has left on the swell of his cock, instead.

"Wanna cum, wanna cum— Please," he throws his head back and whines into the open, empty air, sweat beginning to dampen the perfect, golden strands sticking to his forehead. "I-I can be good," he squeaks to the phantom you in his mind.

Keigo can hear your sultry tone even now, a serpent seducing him and enticing him to behave. It creeps down his spine, slithering and causing his back to arch.

"Doesn't that feel good? Feels so much better to play on the edge, doesn't it?"

It does, it does.

His fist starts to move quicker now, tight grip making sounds that are unbearably loud; but that only makes his eyes screw shut in blissful, perverted ecstacy. His other hand steadily crawls up his chest, palm splayed and clutching at the sensitive skin there; in this state, after enduring edge after edge, it's nearly as sensitive as the reddening head of his cock.

His lidded gaze turns downwards. The thick tip is leaking so, so much— perfect to use to fist his dick even better, he muses.

And so he does, collecting the pre in his palm and using it to milk his cock raw.

His whole body is fit to burst, trembling and alight with a greedy need that drains the blood from his brain, directing it somewhere far more important, far more useful at the moment.

"Hah," he pants out, high pitched and whiny before breathing in deep. The oxygen barely reaches his foggy head. Every languid stroke causes his eyes to roll that much further into the back of his head. Legs tense and toes curling, every nerve sparks with an inexplicable desire enveloping his body; like countless sparks of pleasure, his sensitive skin feels akin to flint and steel.

Oh god, this awakens something in him.

The first time Keigo whimpered for you, you let out the most condescending coo, as if he were just the cutest little thing.

Right now, he keeps memories like that in his mind on repeat. He fantasizes, vividly picturing the time you had him edge himself on his knees while he used his mouth on you, or the days you'd instruct him to text you real-time updates on how often he ruined his own orgasms; he had to meet the quota you assigned for him, of course, though his texts became more illegible as the night went on.

It's been ages since the last time he questioned the twitch of his cock when you talk down to him.

Pretty boy likes it.

How kind of you to open his mind to the depths of debauchery he had unintentionally denied himself all those years. Years of missing out on this kind of bliss... Isn't that a form of denial, too? He's so grateful, he thinks, hissing once again through pearly gates of teeth at a particularly exquisite stroke.

God, he loves to edge. Loves this, loves you, loves, loves...

The blur of his movements freezes once more.

A whimper escapes through the delirious smile of his lips. He's being so good, he thinks. He wants you to see how good he is, wants your eyes fixed on his little exhibitionist performance.

You'd tell him he's a good boy, won't you?

His breathless laugh devolves to the cutest "o-oh," as his grip begins to stroke up and down again. That same, wet sound rings in his ears again, pulling him down, farther and faster.

One desperate sigh later, and the remaining braincells in his mind put together the perfect idea.

Fuck, he should call you.

[atarathegreat]

It's Cold

December was always freezing in Tokyo, the only people who never really felt it being those lucky enough to have warm quirks. You always thought it was strange to see people in tank tops and shorts all year round, a few even keeping their quirks activated while they walked through the deep snow on the cold concrete. No one could complain, the warmth was melting the freezing flakes and leaving the sidewalks safe to trek on.

No one appreciated it more than you did, however. Your quirk was never meant to keep you warm or even, really, be all that useful. The setback of winter never kept you from your daily walks and visiting the coffee shop, the clear sidewalks always made it better. You always kept two cylinders of salt in your backpack, sprinkling it where you walked to keep the snow from sticking, because even with quirks people could slip and fall. Also in your bag, next to a couple bottles of water and pain killers, was a box of Hot Handz, mittens, and a fairly packed first aid kit. Being prepared in the super powered world was important, even if you were mostly prepped with regular items.

You pulled your thick jacket a little closer as you smiled to those you passed. The wind was biting and making your cheeks pink and making your teeth rattle together, you assumed it made for a very scary smile. Why else was no one smiling back?

"Whoa!" A small, too small, patch of ice made your heel twist and send you falling backward. Closing your eyes, you braced for the impact that never came, instead a red feather tickled your nose as smooth laughter poured down on you. "Easy, kid, the snow will get ya' out here." Pro hero Hawks was perched upon the wide street light, his thicker winter outfit doing little to keep him warm, if you had to guess from his matching pink cheeks and the way his wings shivered.

A smile tugged at your lips as you kicked to dislodge the ice, "Thank you!"

He didn't need thanks, it was his job to help people. Sure, it wasn't like you were in danger from anything but a busted tailbone, but he was a hero. You waved up at him, pouring a small amount of salt in the area before continuing on. Hawks watched you with confusion. Why was a civilian doing a task that the city was already getting paid to do? He shrugged, crouching to keep himself warm while he kept watch for the next hour or so.

Espresso and coffee beans is the smell that welcomed you. Wrapped you in the softest blanket and kissed your head before passing you a nice pastry. Few patrons turned to see who had let in a small amount of the cold, even fewer seeming to care about your arrival. The barista smiled and greeted you, asking if you'd like your normal order. "Can I also get a strawberry strudel, a warm black coffee with a couple packets of creamer, and two cans of the iced coffee?" You dug in your bag for your wallet as the girl rang up your order. Typically you would sit and watch the snowflakes fall on the big window overlooking the street, but today you made other plans.

So you tucked the strudel and cans of coffee in your bag, carrying the two tall and hot cups in your hands. It would tweak your morning routine, but you felt that it was worth it, even if it only brought a smile to someone's face.

"Hawks, sir!" You called up to the feathery man, motioning to the cup in your hands, "Care for a cup?"

He landed easily next to you, making you happier in your decision to bring him something warm when you heard his teeth clacking together. You passed him his cup, pulling your bag around, "I also got you a strawberry strudel, some iced coffees and here is some creamer, just in case you don't like black coffee."

Hawks tilted his head as you passed him everything, "You don't have to buy things for heroes, kid. We're practically made of money." And yet, you only shrugged at him, "This saves you time!"

As much as he wanted to argue that you shouldn't spend money on him, you were right. You had saved him time that he could now use doing his job or taking his break. "Thanks. What's your name?" Hawks pulled the cardboard sleeve off the cup, writing a small thank you on it before passing it back to you, "Cool name, take care, okay?"

You waited until you were a fair distance away and replaced the sleeve on your cup with the one the hero had written on. It was a sweet gesture that you had done for a hero, one that Hawks would tell to everyone at the agency for days upon days, especially when you made it a frequent part of your routine.

Everyday, without fail, you would walk under him with a bright smile and a wave, returning within the hour and passing him a warm coffee and a strudel, he liked his coffee black so you didn't need to buy creamer packets. One his day off he stood against the light post, casual clothes under an incredibly thick winter coat. He wasn't really sure why he cared so much to see you walk by, but the idea of you not smiling at him made him...upset? He didn't know, but he wanted to see you smile.

"Hey, hey!" He stepped forward as you walked up, "What's up, kid?"

You smiled, passing him a Hot Handz, "It's getting colder these days, so I'm trying to stay active!"

Any hero could admire that, especially from a person like you. Someone who fought to be kind to everyone, or maybe you were just kind by nature and didn't realize that people were assholes. "You into walks that much, huh?" Hawks held a wing over your head to keep the falling ice from collecting in your hair. He narrowed his eyes as your shrugged, "It's always just been a part of my routine."

"Fair enough. Can't say I enjoy the cold weather any more than the next guy." Hawks smirked. For a pro hero, you thought, he sure was normal. Or as normal as a man with wings could be. "So why aren't you on your light this morning?" You asked. He looked over at you, shaking his wing a little to get rid of the accumulating snow, "Day off, didn't want you to miss me."

He wanted to play it off perfectly. To have you, a complete stranger, know that you made his heart nearly explode with your kindness, that he looked forward to your daily smile, that he liked your face and the pink that the cold put on your cheeks. Now that he'd heard you laugh, heard your sweet giggle, he was smitten. "You'll be joining me at the coffee shop then this morning?" You asked, looking up and noticing your new shelter, "I know I sure could use the warmth of the shop this morning."

For the first time, everyone stared as you opened the door. The little bell chimed, giving you away, of course, but it was the hero at your side that really made them watch you. To your relief, the barista greeted you as usual. Hawks followed you up to the counter, leaning carefully across it and staring at you as you ordered the same thing as every other morning, just not to-go. "Finally taking a break?" The girl smiled at you, ringing up the order despite knowing the price off the top of her head. Your laughter made the mans wings fluff, only slightly, "Might as well, huh? Nothing wrong with sitting, and it's his day off so I don't have to hurry back."

Before you could pay, Hawks was shoving a card into the chip reader and giving you a cheeky smile, "You pay every other day, can't have you paying today. What kind of man would I be?"

He swore that the barista sighed, or swooned, whatever he caught the end of. Hawks was aware that he was an accidental womanizer, sometimes he was able to use it to his advantage, PR and fans and such. But you didn't seem to be jailed by his charms. You didn't react when his fingers brushed yours handing you the cup, you didn't react when he tucked your chair under you, you didn't even react when he placed his shoe snuggly against yours. You just kept talking about your routine, how you enjoyed the mornings when they were warmer and how bringing him coffee every morning was a nice addition. Just the simple act of bringing him coffee seemed to be enough for you. Did you really have no interest in the hero?

"So, why'd you get me the coffee that first day?" Hawks asked.

You perked up, "You looked cold, and if you were going to be perched on that street light all day then you needed something warm."

A small smirk spread over his lips and he leaned back in his chair, "How thoughtful of you. I'll just say it before I make a fool of myself,"

Hawks took your hand and pulled you closer to him over the table, "I think I like you."

Whatever pink hue the cold had granted you blended in with the new redness he was plastering across your cheeks. A hero liked you? What had you done aside from gifting him coffee? It was the least you thought you could do, seeing as he was always watching over that stretch of road where you walked.

"Say something, yeah?" Hawks squeezed your hand.

"Oh! Oh, uhm..." You stared down into your coffee, your reflection looking startled, "I didn't expect that..."

he chuckled, "Let this be a date? See how ya' carry through?"

December was always freezing in Tokyo, the only people who never really felt it being those lucky enough to have warm quirks. And now you, blushing and smiling as warmth spread through your limbs.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon (Aemond, Aegon, Daemon, Jacaerys)

I haven’t written a headcanon in a minute so I wanted to give you guys a story that explained what I think they would do, hopefully you enjoy my take on it

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AEMOND

Everyone was raving about the tourney, it was Aemonds name day so the celebrations were in full effect, (y/n) on the other hand as much as she adored her husband she would be content with laying in bed by his side. Slowly but surely her eyelids felt too heavy to be open and (y/n)s head hung a bit to the side.

Aemond was always a man that noticed details so it didn’t take long for him to realize (y/n) has drifted to slumber, alarmed by just how tired his lady wife was and torn between taking her in his arms or staying at the name of duty, he simply raised his hand for her sworn knight to come closer.

“Take her in our chambers, call the maester, and let him know of this incident”

The knight only nodded before he took her away as gently as possible, Aemond was aware that if he left it would seem inappropriate, his mothers' hawk eyes were already on him so he felt it was best to have his lady wife taken to a more comfortable and private setting while he suffered through the tourney.

AEGON

Aegon always scoffed at small council meetings, however once in a while he would attend just so he can get his mother and grandsire off his back, albeit having his (y/n) by his side made it less boring.

He was holding (y/n)s hand the whole time and sometimes communicate with her via looks or counted squeezing of hands, (y/n) on the other side was fighting with herself to keep her conscious awake, she did not know if it was the long monologue of the grant maester or just the ridiculous time of hour she would go to sleep due to inability to get comfortable but now the beautiful sensation of rest was engulfing her like a warm blanket.

Aegon squeezed her hand once more but surprisingly he did not get a response, her hand remained gentle so he turned his head over to her in a way to figure out what was happening, Aegon had to hold back a giggle when he heard her muffled snores as he found it adorable.

“Is the lady alright?”

“Yes she is quite alright, we must be excused, lady (y/n) is a prime example of how utterly dull this is”

“What?”

Aegon guessed that (y/n) had been awoken by the drag of Aegons chair or his voice, whatever it may be she was staring at him with confusion, only to be met with a kind smile on Aegons lips as he offered his hand for her to take, it was certainly amusing to him to see (y/n) blatantly disregarding everyone around her so she can rest.

“Nothing my love, come along now I know a very comfortable bed you are probably looking forward to laying on”

DAEMON

Dinners were usually (y/n)s favorite part, howbeit the past few days she seemed to feel a bit weak and her stomach was quite sensitive, the smells of certain food stirred up nausea but today they were visiting kings landing, it was a must that they attend.

As everyone talked about everything and anything (y/n) only toyed with her food and soon enough she just laid back on her chair, like a thief in the night the sense of sleep took over and the idea of resting her eyes became a deep sleep.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)”

As (y/n) was stirred awake her eyes met Daemons, he was visibly concerned by her unusual behavior of her, combining it with the illness that was circling her he was worried that it was getting to her even more.

“I apologize, the trip was quite long”

“It was, you must excuse us, I want to escort my lady wife to our chamber”

“We can call the maester for her”

“No, she needs some warm tea and to stay abed so she can sweat it out, she will be fine”

Daemon dismissed his brother as he linked (y/n)s arm with his to assist her with walking, Daemon was never a supporter of Maesters, he did not want them to taint his wife and the last part was mostly for him to hear more than anyone else.

JACAERYS

Rhaenyra was looking for her son all day, thankfully one of the servants informed her that he was attending his Valyrian lessons with his lady wife (y/n), as she walked in the room she expected to be met with the voice of Jacaerys and the maester as they went over a book or something of that nature.

Imagine her surprise when she was met with utter silence, with worry written over her face she scanned the room with her gaze to find them, there they were, lady (y/n) that was resting her head on Jacaerys lap while Jacaerys endearingly caressed her hair.

“She fell asleep, I brought her to my lap, I did not want her neck to stiffen”

“Mayhaps we should wake her, she will rest better in her chamber”

“No, no, she is so peaceful”

He whispered while he admired her calmness, (y/n) would always attend her lord husband's lessons, as newlyweds she wanted to get to know him and learn his schedule and so did he, duty United them but they both craved love to be the one that kept them together.

Rhaenyra smiled at her son, she raised a sweet boy, a gentleman that abruptly stopped his lesson to tend to his lady, Rhaenyra also agreed that she looked too serene to be disturbed, the scene that was unfolding in front of her was perfect, a memory she would bottle in her mind to be able to reminisce with her grandchildren.

“Alright then, I shall leave you to it”

“Thank you, mother”

Requests are open!

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

Levi Ackerman

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal sex (most likely forgot to add some warnings)

I found this old oneshot from like two years ago and just wanted to share here. I didn't read through it bc that's just embarrassing but it's almost 4k words that deserve to see light of day, anyway enjoy

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It was Thursday afternoon, and you were just finishing practice. Finally, after a long day of hard work. You were being watched the whole time. He watched you like a hawk, while you trained. Not bothering to pay attention to anyone else, just you.

His attitude towards you was always so nasty. He hated you, there was no doubt in your mind; but why? You were an excellent cadet, always obeying orders and treating others with respect. The idea of acting up never crossed your mind, yet he treated you as if you were the most mischievous in the group. 

You went over to talk to your group of friends, laughing and giggling while his eyes bore into the back of your head. You had brought up the situation many times to your friends, but they always responded with a “Really? I haven’t noticed him staring at you” or a “I think you’re overreacting.” But you weren’t overreacting, you felt targeted by him. It made you upset how you were singled out. Levi Ackerman was a person you looked up to, but sadly he didn’t seem to like you. 

“Hey, Captain Levi wants to speak with you.” Eren informed you, as he walked over to the group. A sigh escaped your lips, as you were expecting to get scolded. You walked away from the group of people and walked over to where Levi was. 

“You wished to speak with me, Captain?” You spoke up, but he remained quiet and expressionless. 

“You’ve been doing horrible during training, are you sure you’re cut out for this?” He started, and you listened in on his criticism. He talked about how you needed to improve so much more on your hand-to-hand combat skills, which you found kind of useless in the scout regiment since you weren’t planning on killing titans with your fists. Regardless, he was right about your poor skills in that area. He talked about how much more you needed to work on your omni-directional mobility skills, you nodded as you listened even if you were a bit confused since you excelled in that area. He pointed out many things you needed to improve with, but didn’t give out a single tip. 

He had finally dismissed you, as people were already going back to their dormitories, and preparing for dinner. You rushed to the showers to clean yourself up, and not be too late for the last meal of the day. The women were already getting out and putting on their clothes, as you arrived and took off yours. 

“We’ll wait for you.” Sasha announced as she walked out with Mikasa. 

You walked into the shower stall and began cleaning yourself, as women continued walking out of the place, until the last one left and you were left alone. As the cold water hit your skin, all you could think about was Captain Levi. You never did anything to upset him, so why was he so tough on you. You could handle criticism, but he always singled you out, even if people were doing so much worse than you. 

The bathroom door opened, and you wondered if someone had forgotten something, since you were the last to leave the training grounds and to shower. You didn’t say anything, though, since it didn’t concern you. You continued scrubbing yourself while the footsteps got louder and louder, until they came to a sudden stop. You slightly turned your head, for your eyes to be met with the man you were just thinking about. Quickly, you grabbed the towel that hung over the stall, and wrapped it around your body. 

“Captain, what are you doing here?” You turned off the water, and turned to face Levi who looked mortified. Levi was nearly naked, only a towel covering his lower region. 

“My private bathroom is getting fixed, so I was going to the boy’s bathroom to take a shower, I thought this one was it. Apparently not.” He explained and your eyes couldn’t help but to go to his torso, and take in how good he looked. 

“It used to be this one, but I guess they changed it.” He added.

“Mhmm... I guess they did.” You hummed as your eyes were glued on his abs. You wished the towel would magically drop to find out if Levi’s height went somewhere else. He noticed it, and he was enjoying the way you looked at him. He walked towards you, grabbing you and pushing you against the wall.

“What’s on your mind, cadet?” He raised an eyebrow, and you remained speechless, as you took in the situation. Levi had you against the wall. “Don’t be shy, I don’t bite.”

“Well, only if you ask me to.” He smirked. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards you, pressing his lips against yours. Within an instant he kissed you back. His lips felt oddly soft, something you definitely weren’t expecting. He bit your bottom lip, making you gasp. He used the opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth and press it against yours. 

He pulled away from your mouth, and began pressing open-mouthed kisses on your jaw, before moving down to your neck and doing the same. Not doing much more to your neck, he moved to your collar bones, and began marking that area.With one tug your towel was on the floor and Levi kept moving down, till he reached your pussy. He grabbed your leg, and placed it on top of his shoulder as he ran his tongue through your folds before flicking your clit. Soft moans escaped your lips as he continued. 

You ran your hand through his hair as he continued sucking on your clit. Levi took two fingers, and slowly pushed inside of you. His fingers weren’t that big but he sure did know how to use them. His fingers were hitting all the right spots as he licked your clit. He somehow knew exactly how to please you. 

“Oh Captain-” You moaned out as he gently bit your clit. He detached his mouth from your pussy, to look at you as he continued fingering you. A smug look was painted across his face, as he watched how your eyes rolled to the back of your head due to his fingers that were thrusting in and out of you. The face of pleasure your face projected satisfied him. 

He began scissoring his fingers, as he took his other hand and rubbed your clit. You began squeezing around his fingers, and he couldn’t help but wonder how good that would feel around his cock. You held on to the stall wall for support as your body spasmed, reaching you high. Levi took his fingers out, and pressed a soft kiss on your pussy before standing up. He helped you balance yourself before speaking.

“You should probably head to the mess hall, people might be wondering where you’re at.” 

-

Following his orders, you were now in the mess hall sitting between Mikasa and Armin, across from Jean, Sasha and Connie. The table was mostly quiet as everyone enjoyed their food in silence, well most of the table, Sasha stuffed her mouth and made sure everyone could hear her; and you, well you were thinking about what just happened. Levi was always picked on you, and he seemed to despise you so what just happened in the bathroom was unexpected. 

“What made you take so long in the bathroom?” Sasha finished eating, finally speaking. You tried to remain neutral as you thought of an excuse. You remained quiet as nothing good came up.

“It’s none of our business.” Mikasa responded for you, and you agreed with her. Nobody really cared, but Sasha became suspicious. You noticed it, and hoped she wouldn’t bring it up again. In hopes that she’d forget, you gave her the bread that you weren’t planning on eating. She looked happy, which you hoped meant that she’d let it go. But she wouldn’t let it go, the fact that you gave her food made her even more suspicious. 

“What did Captain Levi want?” Jean cocked his eyebrow, curious on why Levi wanted to talk to you. The mention of his name made your face heat up, however you managed to answer his question, making it seem believable as you sighed, “Just the same old thing, criticizing me for poor work during training.”

Mikasa clicked her tongue as she heard the response. She had seen how Levi always picked on you, so she believed you when you spoke to them about the issue. 

“What is his issue with you?” Mikasa huffed, and you shrugged. You were still curious on why he was always rude, but you had a general idea in mind. 

“Where’s Eren?” You changed the topic, which thankfully worked. 

“Hange is running some experiments on him.” Armin answered. Mikasa looked annoyed, since she knew that the experiments Hange was doing weren’t safe for anybody. 

The rest of the dinner was filled with jokes (mostly from Connie), giggles, and some conversation about Scout topics. Mikasa, Sasha and you said goodbye to the boys before walking to your dorm room you shared. 

-

“Wake up!” Sasha aggressively shook you, making you open your eyes. You sat up, and looked around confused. Until you saw the sunlight in the room, you ran to get your uniform. 

Training usually started so early, that the sun wouldn’t be out which meant you were late. You also made Sasha late, who apparently spent time trying to wake you up. You tried your best to put on the uniform quickly, which was a difficult task to do. Sasha continued waiting for you, which made you feel bad since she was already late. You made a mental note to give her your bread for at least a week. 

After putting on the uniform, which was most likely messed up, you two ran out to the training area. Everyone was already busy, Levi was overlooking the training for the week and he made sure the soldiers were always busy with something. You tried to sneak in with the soldiers, but when he locked eyes with you he signaled you to come over. You did and stood in front of him, while Sasha still tried to sneak in. 

“Braus, come here!” He yelled. He crossed his arms as Sasha walked towards the two of you.

“Care to explain why you two are late?” He looked back and forth between Sasha and you. You bit your lip feeling guilty for getting her in trouble.

“It was my fault sir, I was feeling sick and she took care of me.” You lied, and Levi raised an eyebrow. He knew you were lying, but he still let Sasha go. 

“Lying is not a very good quality. He stated, and you looked at the ground in shame. Levi rolled his eyes before speaking again, “You’re coming with me to my office.”

Levi began walking towards the building, and you followed. The walk was silent and awkward, since there wasn’t much to talk about. Screw that. There was much to talk about but it would be too weird to bring it up in broad daylight. 

He opened the door to his office, and let you enter first. You stood in the middle of his office awkwardly as he closed the door, locking it, before walking to his chair and sitting down. He patted his lap, wanting you to sit on it and you hesitated before walking over.

You sat on his lap, waiting for him to speak up. You knew he had something to say, he always did. He just looked into your eyes, and even though he pretended to be mad his eyes told otherwise. He cleared his throat before speaking, “You know, cadet, you’re a very good liar. Too bad I can read you like a book. You could’ve fooled me. Now what actually happened?”

“I overslept and Sasha waited for me.” You told the truth. He wasn’t planning on punishing you, since you were always really responsible and obedient. This was the first incident and most likely the last. He tried fighting off a smile after an idea came into mind. He couldn’t hide it so instead he began kissing along your jaw. 

“You know, I can’t let this go just like that.” He moved to your lips, where he immediately slid his tongue in and pressed it against yours. You wrapped your arms around him, as the kiss deepened. He pulled away to speak again, “All of next week you’re going to be in here, cleaning the filthy office.”

You smiled before pulling him into a kiss again. The office was anything but filthy, so he was most likely just going to fuck you all of next week. He pulled away,  picked you up and set you down on his desk table. He looked down at your uniform and cocked an eyebrow.

“Thought that you knew how to put on your uniform properly, but apparently not.” He began unbuckling the belts of the uniform one by one, before grabbing one and ordering you to, “Hold your wrists above your head.”

He took the belt and tied your wrists together, restraining you from touching him. He began unbuttoning the buttons of your shirt, commenting on how the shirt was messed up. After unbuttoning the shirt, he took in the sight in front of him, “You really are one sexy woman.”

He took off the waistcloth and your boots, before pulling down your pants and leaving you in your underwear. He began rubbing you through your panties. 

“Aren’t you excited?” He commented after feeling the damp fabric, you rolled your eyes even if you knew he was right. He pushed the panties to the side and began playing with your clit. Without a warning he entered two fingers, making you gasp and shut your legs close. 

“Now, now, don’t be shy.” He spread them once again, getting a full view. He began prepping you, by scissoring his fingers. 

You watched as he focused on your pussy. You doubted you had ever seen him so concentrated even during training. 

He kept pumping his two fingers in and out for a minute, before adding another since he knew that just two fingers weren’t enough. You moaned, surprised at the new finger. He loved seeing how good you felt under his touch, and the erotic faces you made as he played with your cunt. 

He wasn’t planning on spending too much time on prepping, since the soldiers training would finish soon with their task and need instructions. He had locked the door as a safety precaution, but it would also seem suspicious if they tried to come in and the door was locked. 

He took his fingers out, and leaned in, kissing your lips. He pulled away and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants along with his boxers making his dick spring out. Your eyes widened at the sight, his height certainly went somewhere else.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked, making sure this wasn’t your first time. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of taking your virginity, but he didn’t want to take it in his office. He should’ve asked the question last night, but he got too caught up in the moment. 

“I have, don’t worry.” You responded. You were eager for him to fuck you, a bit scared though since you had never been with someone as big as him.  With your response, he spit on your cunt, as he pumped his cock.

He aligned himself with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. Your eyes filled up with tears, as his cock stretched you out. He looked up to see your face, and noticed your glassy eyes, so he made sure to go in slower. He was halfway in and stopped, to make sure you were okay.

“Can you handle more?” The tone of his voice seemed caring, and if the situation were a bit different you would smile. “I’ll be fine.”

He continued going in at the same pace as before, he made sure he didn’t hurt you. When he was all the way in, he didn’t move, letting you adjust to the size. 

“Tell me when to move.” Levi was desperate to move, you were clenching around him and you just felt so good that he was afraid he was going to come in a minute, but he wanted to make sure you were comfortable before moving. You felt as if you could never get used to him so you just decided to let him move.

“You can move.” You informed him. He started off slow, still making sure you were okay. 

You digged your nails into your palms, and bit your lip stopping cries from escaping your lips as he fucked you. You wished you could’ve been marking his back but he wanted to tie your hands up, you’d get him next time. 

The pleasure overtook the pain as he continued his steady thrusts. One of his hands squeezed your cheeks and brought you up to kiss him. The nastiest kiss you had ever shared with anyone. He pulled away, wanting to hear your moans and cries again. “You’re taking me so well. Who knew a little slut like you could handle my cock.” 

“Fuck- your pussy feels so good.” He continued praising, as he felt how much it turned you on by the way your pussy clenched around him while he spoke.

You kept clenching around him, making him take out his cock knowing that if he didn’t he’d come soon. He entered you, once again, this time hitting your sweet spot making you moan even louder. 

Taking his cock out was useless since his thrusts were becoming sloppy, as he was about to come again. You just felt too good around him, and he couldn’t contain himself. He didn’t want to come before you, so his thumb found your clit and began massaging it. 

“Captain-” You moaned as he continued hitting your sweet spot, and massaging your clit. You were about to come at any second and he knew it. He didn’t stop making sure that you would come before him.

“Come on my cock, baby.” As he spoke, your eyes rolled back and your body spasmed while you came on his cock. Levi quickly took his cock out and released his cum on your stomach. 

He took in the sight in front of him, once again. Your arms were above your head with your wrists tied up, you were covered in sweat and his cum was in your stomach; you looked like a mess but he couldn’t find you even more beautiful. He didn’t doubt that he looked like a mess, too but nothing compared to you, at least he thought. He undid the belt and let your hands free before finding something to help you clean the cum on your stomach. You remained on the desk, knowing your legs wouldn’t work to support yourself for a while. 

He passed you some paper towels that he kept hidden and you thanked him. As you were cleaning yourself up a loud knock on the door made you panic. Levi remained calm, knowing he was in a position of authority and he could tell anyone to fuck off. 

“What do you need?” An annoyed tone was clear in his voice. 

“Captain, we finished what you told us to do. What else do you need?” Mikasa’s voice was clear on the other side of the door, which made you panic even more. Levi was planning on going back out, but he needed to do some paperwork, not only that he didn’t want to let you leave just yet. 

“Just do whatever you think is necessary. Now leave.” He answered, sitting down on his chair. You hurried putting on the uniform, just in case she dared opening the door. He held your hand and tried stopping himself from laughing, while he pointed at the door showing you it was locked. He made you sit on his lap again, as he looked over some paperwork. 

It was weird how yesterday you thought he hated you. Still, you wanted to ask why he was always so rude to you, wanting to confirm if the idea you had in mind was true. You didn’t want to interrupt his concentration but curiosity was killing you. You cleared your throat and his gaze shifted over to you.

“I have a question…” You started. Levi shifted his whole attention to you, as you spoke. “So why were you always so rude to me?”

Levi’s cheeks slowly turned pink as he heard your question. He was a bit ashamed of his reasoning, but he didn’t want to lie or dismiss your question. He stayed quiet as he built up the courage to get the words out of his mouth. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before speaking, “Well I simply just wanted you to leave the survey corps…”

He expected you to get mad, but to his surprise you were smiling. You were right about his reasoning. 

“And why is that?” You managed to ask, your voice showing you were a bit too happy. He cleared his throat before explaining, “When I first saw you I was drawn to you, and ever since that day I’ve desired you. I couldn’t act out on my feelings since I’m in a position of authority and it would’ve been wrong. Even what we just did was wrong. I just… didn’t want to act out on my feelings and do something I’d regret, so I tried making you leave for maybe one day you’d forgive me and allow me to take you out on a date.”

“I’m sorry… I hope you can forgive me.” You watched his grey eyes filled with regret. You pecked his lips, in hopes of making him feel better.

“I’m not mad.” You reassured him.

You looked into each other's eyes for a minute, and a warm feeling overtook you. You couldn’t help but smile at his cold gray eyes that warmed up the minute they saw you. He smiled too, the same warm feeling overtaking him. 

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS) HEADCANONS

This bird brain is a VERY obsessive and delusional yandere. The SECOND he sees you, expect him to say, ''Well, hello there Dove"

This chicken nuggets for brains is a HUGE flirt (I don't know WHO's a more huge flirt, Denki or Hawks). He thinks a day goes to waste if he doesn't compliment you and try asking you out with cheesy and corny pick up lines at least, oh, a DOZEN times in a day. And, he might make extremely suggestive gestures towards you

He believes that you both were DESTINED to be with each other. You both were MADE for each other and you both are soulmates. He thinks that you're just a little confused and shy about your feelings but... he'll make you realize soon that you belong to him

After Keigo first sees you, he wants to get to know more about you and so... like every other typical yandere, he ends up stalking you or 'looking after you'. Don't be surprised if he strikes up a conversation about your favorite book series or movie of whatever. The dude has spent SO much time stalking you, he knows you better than you know yourself no joke

Anything you like, he likes. Anything you don't like, he hates. Kinda silly at times. Got someone who's annoying the CRAP outta you? Well, you won't be hearing from them anytime soon

To Keigo, you're his angel, his babybird, songbird, dove, sweetheart and precious baby (Dude has like, a ZILLION nicknames for you)

He will do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING to make you ONLY HIS and no one else's 

After Hawks gets to know more about you, don't be surprised if you wake up in his house or a fancy penthouse or something since he would kidnap you within like, a month or 2

He'll make sure your new room in your new house with him was just like your old one since he wants you to be comfortable and make sure you feel at home. It'll be weird if you enter a room which isn't yours but... at the same time LOOKS like your old one. Get what I'm sayin'?

After he starts talking to you and gets to more about you before the whole kidnapping fiasco, if by any chance you flirt back with him, oh boy.... you're gonna get kidnapped THAT very day and you won't be seeing daylight again. As soon as you show any sign or you returning his feelings, you're immediately swept away by him. And Hawks will make sure to keep the cops and other heroes off his trail. After all, he doesn't want anyone to cast their filthy look on HIS angel

If you try escaping, he'll be OUT of his mind with worry and heartbroken and devastated ALL at the same time. He has the emotional range of an ocean (Kinda like me lol) He's going to freak the freak out. What if you were hurt? What if someone had taken you away from him? What if you were scared and lost and lonely? But... he can't resist the chance to become your hero and he'll swoop in from nowhere and carry you back to your house, ignoring all your pleas and cries and he's yapping continuously that he was glad you were safe. Of course, all escape routes will be destroyed less than 24 hours and he'll ask the villains to watch over you like your personal bodyguards and the surveillance systems will be stronger than ever before 

Overall, he's sweet and kind and caring but... push him over the edge, he'll go feral and no one wants a feral pile of feathers attacking them now, do they?

[desceros]

F!Donnie's reaction to the discovery of f!viola-chan pregnancy? *Gives you the biggest puppy eyes as possible as I sulk after reading chapter 19* I beg of you for some fluff before my heart can't take it.

[yelling as i walk around the dash with this fic in a makeshift hawking tray] come get yer symphony copium right here folks symphony copium we got yer symphony copium donatello/reader; female reader; rated m (lil bit of spice)

“You smell… really good.” 

It’s a rare evening: Donnie’s actually in bed with you, no one got hurt today, everyone made it home, and with the success of the latest supply run there’d been food enough to go around. Your already-smiling face brightens further at his words, and you laugh as he presses close to burrow his face in your shoulder from behind.

“So you’re going to crush me into the mattress?” you ask, expecting him to make some kind of quippy retort about how he does that most nights anyway; but he doesn’t. He’s still smelling you, like your scent is intoxicating him somehow. “…Donnie?”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, his beak running over your skin, his brow furrowing as he concentrates. It’s a confusing mix; his intense study makes you a little nervous, but he’s holding you so gently and filling every inch of your personal space with himself, making it nearly impossible to think about anything else.

“Don? Is everything okay?” you ask after a moment, going to roll over to face him only to freeze when he clutches at your body and pins you in place, a low rumbling sound from deep inside his shell searing straight to the animal place in your brain that screams for you to obey your mate. Shivering, worried, aroused, you comply.

…He’s still scenting you. 

“Donnie. Donnie.”  Urgency fills your voice, and though you don’t move—not that you could, what with how he’s got his hand on your shoulder and his legs strategically on yours—you do put enough emphasis in your tone that he finally pulls out of whatever turtle-brain part of himself he’d sunk into.

“…You…” he starts, his voice something that sounds a bit like wonder. 

“Donnie, for fuck’s sake, what—”

“You’re pregnant.”

This time, you freeze without his command. The word bounces around in your head—pregnant pregnant pregnant—and bruises the sides of your skull for how hard it hits. 

“…Is that… Is that even possible?” you ask, trying to turn. Again, he puts pressure on you, not letting you move. He isn't on top of you, not quite, but you're not going anywhere. One part of you wants to scream in frustration, but you can also feel the way his weight calms the panic that you see just on the edge of your reaction, its gnarly tendrils ominous and bleak. “How is that—We can’t—?”

“Apparently we can,” he says, slightly muffled from where he’s still scenting you. “Fuck, you—you smell so good. I have to get up in a few hours. I’m supposed to be sleeping right now. All I can think about is fucking you while you smell like this.”

His hot words, combined with the way he uses his grasp on you to roll his hips against yours, make you keen into the dark air of his lab. Still, you claw your way back, refusing to let him melt your brain. This is—This is important, you have to—you’re fucking pregnant in the apocalypse, there’s so much you need to—

“Donnie, we have to—” you start, but he cuts you off by sinking his teeth into the curve of your shoulder, one hand sliding down to press low on your stomach as he arches into you again, then again. Fuck; he knows your body better than you do, and with a twist of his fingers he has you nearly begging for him.

“Yeah. We do,” he murmurs, talking about something completely different and, infuriatingly, still managing to set your blood on fire. “You’re so pretty. Always feel good. Amazing. You’re incredible.”

…Oh, you think, hearing it in the tremble of his voice. Feeling it in the way that his fingers go light on you, the way he’s curling around you more than he is crawling on top of you. The gentle, gentle, gentle weight of his palm against where it’s not just you inside your body anymore. The curve of his mouth against your skin between the wet kisses and nips where he's drunk on you.

“…You’re happy?” you ask quietly, uncertainly, and that, that’s what finally pulls him to you.

“Of course,” he says, like it’s an absolute not to be questioned. “Why wouldn’t I be? I love you.” Then, going still, he seems to consider that there might be an alternative reaction. “…Are you happy?”

You stare at the wall in front of you, mismatched and haphazardly scraped together. Just out of your hearing range, you know there are millions of hungry aliens looking to erase the very memory of you and the ones you love off the surface of the planet. It’s cold in the winter and sweltering in the summer. There’s almost never enough food. Only Donnie’s desalination machine keeps water from being an issue, and it’s a delicate, delicate heartbeat for the entire operation. Any day, you could die. Any day, you could lose him. Hope is a butterfly wing between you all; beautiful but gossamer-thin. 

You roll over to face him. This time, he doesn’t stop you.

He’s—god. Happy doesn’t even begin to touch it, you think, cupping his cheek with your hand and tracing your thumb at the line where his mask would be if he were wearing it. You haven’t seen his eyes this bright in… in… maybe ever, you think. His mouth is frowning now, waiting for your reaction, tempering his own, but you can see the shape of where he’d been smiling stupidly a mere moment ago. 

“I’m… worried,” you tell him, whispering softly between you. “I’m scared. I’m—I’m so, so scared. I’m shocked. I’m…” 

Donnie puts his hand over yours, keeping your palm pressed to his skin. It’s all you need. 

“…I’m happy.” 

His mouth goes back to that easy smile, his forehead pressing to yours as he pulls you close. This close, you can see the way his eyes are a little wet, and, oh, oh, he’s—he’s so much more than happy. It’s contagious; his delirious joy spilling over and making you giddy with the very idea of getting to share something like this with him. 

Sniffling, you press a quick kiss to his lips, laughing wetly when he chases you for more, tucking his face into your throat and inhaling deeply like he can’t stop. His hand finds your skin beneath your shirt, and his teeth find you again, the low rumbling churr of hunger intermingling with the light chirps of jubilation. He’s his own symphony of contentment, filling the lab and drawing from you giddy little laughs that tickle before the two of you fall to familiar whines and keens and mewls instead. Through it all, he's careful; gentle; worshipful; a reverence of you that makes you tremble even more than his sweet touch.

There will be time for the rest of it, you decide, letting his fingers coil with yours above your head as he slides inside on a gasped chant of love you love you love you that fills you to your very soul.

For now… you’ll just be happy.

[meshlasolus]

The Winner Takes It All

Episode 5

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Canon typical violence, reader has terrible anxiety, and Finnick is sweet about it. Mentions of bullying, and thoughts of death.

Chapter Summary: Scoring is one of the most important parts of the Hunger Games, and you have to score higher than a certain competitor in order to receive sponsors.

Word Count: 3.9k

Imagine being afraid of swimming pools lmaooo couldn't be me *internalizes my eight year old self's irrational fear of sharks in swimming pools*

“Can you sit down? You’re making us nervous,” Lukas jokingly asked Arbin, who was pacing in front of the screen as the scores were beginning to be read off. It had only been one tribute before the man started getting antsy, fluttering about the room as if there was any method to his madness. 

“They called you Mercy?” 

You huffed, having not even said a word in this conversation. You nodded with a dull look on your face, and Lukas tried his best to undo what he’d said. It was random, completely strange how it all came about, and yet?

Finnick was more than annoyed. He didn’t know where to direct his irritation, but he knew he shouldn’t direct it at you. 

“She didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just a nickname,” Lukas waved his hands in the air, his attempt to de-escalate the situation falling flat while tensions arose. 

“It can be used against her,” Finnick argued. He wasn’t gaining any ground either, because the explanations were too complicated. Lukas couldn’t see what was wrong with a simple nickname, but he would if the effects of it were to play out. 

“They like her, it isn’t like that.”

“And how would you know that?” Finnick was so tired of mentoring and losing tributes. This was the year he’d keep one, but it all depended on their willingness. Lukas can’t see that. “How many times have you been in that arena, huh? How many times have you been the product of what happens in there?”

Lukas didn’t answer that time. Perhaps he’d been out of line, but he didn’t understand the harm in a well meaning gesture. Surely a nickname meant you were well thought of by the careers. He understood though, in the end… he’s never been in a situation where it could be bad, and Finnick has. That’s the difference. Theory and experience. 

“If they start spreading that nickname around, she’s going to be seen as weak. The one who can’t kill another tribute. The one who you can go after first, knowing she’s not a real threat.”

You still remained silent. You should have just hit that girl from seven. She would’ve taken it. At least you wouldn’t be in this position. It was astounding, how many times you could mess up, how many imperfections you could reveal, and how many things were not in your favor. That’s what the hunger games were all about, weren’t they? Whoever has the most favor?

“Look, there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I don’t see the point in getting angry about something uncontrollable,” Lukas finally replied, settling back into the couch next to you, your gaze on the ground as the words kept being exchanged around you. “It’s not like she did anything wrong.”

“No,” Finnick conceded, because, no… you didn’t do anything wrong. You opted not to start beef with another tribute before the games started. It could have been seen as a strategy, something to be praised for… but that nickname. It could cost you everything you’ve been working for. No citizen wants to sponsor a weak tribute that shows mercy. “She didn’t. Whoever started this is who we need to be keeping an eye on. If there’s underlying tension within the careers, it could mean a bad ally.”

“E-estelle.” 

They both turned to you, Lukas with some confusion, and Finnick with a raised brow of intrigue and curiosity. 

“She s-started it. Don’t think she l-likes me.” 

For Lukas, it started to make sense. She started the name, she watched you like a hawk, scrutinizing more than anyone else in the group when jokes would be made. It didn’t seem at first as though she wanted to turn them against you, but maybe that wasn’t the plan at all. Maybe it was just to make it seem harmless, as if nothing could come from it. Hell, it’s what he had believed until now. Estelle was likely jealous of your ability. She was likely upset from the way you fit into her group without saying a single word. She wants to be the victor, everyone does… But she was handed the assurance that she had the best chance of all the female tributes, and now that’s gone. It’s all she can do now to try and create chaos for the person that title now belongs to. 

“The girl from one, right?” Finnick had done his homework. Part of expecting a victor is making sure you know everything about the enemies your future victor will face. He knows that she’s lethal, and she’s good with a knife, maybe even a long blade. Hearing that she’s your opposer does him no favors. 

You nodded to him, seeing how irritated he looked again. You knew he wasn’t upset at you, but this had to be your fault. You wanted to do everything Finnick wanted, because all he wanted from you in return was your survival. You were ruining everything whenever you acted out of selfish intention like this. Should have made the strike, should have won the match.

“I’m s-sorry.”

Your voice was soft, but not weary. You didn’t mean for all of these things to continuously happen, but they did. And Finnick, for the most part, was bearing the brunt of it all. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he huffed, sitting beside you. 

“I can’t go b-back and fix it.”

“It’s okay. Here’s what I want you to do,” he placed a hand on your shoulder, getting you to look at him. “You’re going into your evaluation today. You’ll have ten minutes to show them what you can do. I want you to go in there and put on a show, alright? Don’t hold anything back.”

“A s-show?” You knew why he was referring to it as that, but maybe a further explanation was required. 

“Give them what they want to see. As long as you score higher than Estelle on the board, you’ll be fine, okay? If she says anything, it’ll just look like a lesser tribute trying to smear a better one.”

You nodded. Yes. Okay. This was going to work. This had to work, because if it didn’t, the people would believe her. If she’s the better tribute, she has the power. You have to take that power away from her. 

“Lukas, that goes for you, too.”

-

Of everything to be thankful for in life, right now, all you could think of was ‘thank God I’m not in district 12.’

Because even waiting for districts one through three was hard enough. Your nervous energy was not well contained, having to sit still for so long and contemplate what you were going to do. Finnick tried to give you ideas on what you could show them, but he wasn’t allowed to make the decisions for you. That relied completely on the tributes. Whatever they decided to show, was what would be judged and scored. 

When they called for Lukas over the loudspeaker, your heart started racing. Ten minutes, and then it’s your turn. Maybe you wished you’d been in a latter district after all, the anxiety of being next was racking your brain of any other thoughts. 

You closed your eyes and tried to feel calm. A deep breath in and out should have helped, but after a few seconds the gut turning feeling was back, and you had to try and find a way to rid yourself of it. 

Ten minutes should have been longer. It flew past you when you wished it to last. 

Your name being called sent chills through you, but you didn’t let it show. You stood to your feet with confidence, leaving the room of tributes and facing the music for yourself. The large gathering of game managers, lead by this year’s maker, staring down and making their assumptions already. You weren’t going to give them anything but reason to like- nay, love you.

“Mercedes Blythe, district 4,” you shouted strongly, receiving the attention of the group. 

“You have ten minutes, you may begin.”

You nodded, turning to the items available. How can I show my strength in a way that will stand out from the others?

You immediately went for the rope, creating a small woven net that could house one of the heavily weighted balls on the stand. You quickly settled one into the net and tied it shut so the ball had no chance of falling out in the process of your little ‘show.’ 

You tied a small metal block onto the long end of the rope, using the weight to get it up and over the ceiling rafter. You stepped back behind one of the beams of the room to brace yourself before you started to hoist the ball into the air. That ball was easily a hundred pounds or heavier, which caught the attention of the men watching. You are indeed as strong as you look, if not much stronger. 

Once it’s high enough to be relatively out of sight, you tie the rope onto the beam, temporarily holding it there while you go for the body of the plastic dummy on the other side of the room. You stand it up beneath your ‘trap’ and make sure it stands securely on it’s own before rushing back to the rope on the beam. 

You look up to the men in the viewing box, seemingly very intrigued and excited based on where they think this is going. 

You untie the rope and allow the heavy ball to free fall towards the dummy. When it reaches the plastic, it shatters into several pieces on the ground. In their eyes, that’s as good as any kill in the hunger games. It’s intelligent, it’s strategic, and it takes the strain off of fighting someone physically. It’s quick, it’s efficient, and most of all, it’s something the viewers would want to see.

You return to the middle of the room, hands a bit red and chafed from the rope. You nod to them in thanks, wondering if your remaining time is required to be used. They seem to be utterly satisfied, and nod to you in reply. You take steps to leave, and they don’t stop you, but begin talking more amongst themselves. You hoped that was a good sign. 

-

Later in the night, the time was again spent in the pool, getting used to the depth of the waters, and having an easier time getting into them at all. 

You didn’t hesitate to get in this time. You stepped in by yourself and had stopped at the shallow end, waiting for Finnick to finish his lap before meeting you in the middle. 

“Look at you go,” he smiled wide, shaking the water from his hair in order to focus easier. His hair wasn’t long, but the part over his eyes dripped heavily with water every time he swam. “Think you can try kicking a little deeper today?” 

“Maybe. I’m s-still sore from the e-evaluation.”

“Right, the evaluation,” he started, unable to contain his hidden pride. “I’ve been meaning to tell you since dinner, but I heard what happened today.”

“Heard a-about what?” 

“What you did for your evaluation. Gotta say, I would’ve gone for the bricks instead of the ball…” he trailed, seeing your expression change to one of annoyance. “I’m kidding. You did amazing, apparently they were impressed.”

“They were?” you asked with hope. You had sincerely anticipated that they might have been, but hadn’t been sure until now. 

“Yeah, I overheard some stuff about how smart you were, too. You struck a lasting impression.”

“That’s w-what we wanted, right?” 

“That’s exactly what we wanted.”

You were so happy, your face lit up with the glow of the fluorescents from above hitting the vibrant waters below you. He took in how sweet your smile was, eyes wrinkling at the edges just from how wide it was. It was slightly uneven, your smile… but it was more charming, more personable. It was the kind of unevenness that wasn’t noticeable unless you were really looking, and he was. He was really looking, because he was momentarily enraptured. Had your eyes been this captivating all this time? No, he thinks, because I would have remembered being this deep in someone’s eyes before.

“Let’s just try and kick around some, okay? Just hold onto me and we’ll try and kick from here to the wall.”

Right through the deep end. It was a straight shot across, and not that far. You could do it, it wouldn’t be so hard. 

You nodded to him, your happiness made you far more eager to try. If you could impress even the game maker, then you could kick across this pool with the help of your mentor. 

You held tight to his shoulders, his hands keeping hold of your elbows in order to make you you didn’t slip away. You were trusting of him, and he didn’t want to break that trust by accidentally letting you fall into the deep water. 

“You set the pace, don’t go faster if you don’t feel like you can.” 

You found a rhythm that worked, working further away from the shallow end until your feet couldn’t touch if they tried. You tried your best to ignore the feeling of nothingness beneath you, pushing your feet back and forth to make it to the wall. 

“Almost there, keep going,” he encouraged, looking back over his shoulder to see that it was within ten feet. 

Your breathing started to change when you looked down into the water, seeing the dark at the bottom of the pool beginning to swallow your legs. Your feet stopped moving and you froze, instantly sinking down, if not for the hold Finnick had on you. You clutched tightly to his arms, looking back up and kicking your feet again. 

“Hey, you’re doing good, just keep going.”

You felt like crying, the sting of tears behind your eyes as you looked at him, so encouraging and so determined to help. And you kept focusing on that. He’s trying to help, you’re making it difficult. You need to act like you want this or he’ll quit.

“I’m t-trying,” but you started making less ground, because the way you kicked was no longer steady or in any one direction. It was frantic and out of control, and you nearly let go of his arms. 

“Think of something good.” 

The Sun, my shell collection, my mother, the sand… it’s not working. Finnick, he’s right here, those sea green eyes and gorgeous tan skin. His blonde hair falling in wet curls around his face. 

So you keep your eyes aligned with his, and the next thing you know…

“You made it,” he smiled, letting you take one arm from his and grip the wall of the pool. You immediately pulled yourself out, unable to stay in the water after your little freak out. You were happy to have gotten that far, but you needed a break. 

“I d-did it.”

“You did,” he crossed his arms over the pavement, coming closer to where you sat yourself down, a decent space between you and the edge. “Wanna try and paddle some?” 

“N-no,” you shook your head, the thought of it making you want to jump away. “I d-don’t think I can.”

“It’s okay…” except for the fact that it wasn’t okay, because tomorrow is the last day. There’s no time to swim after this. Tomorrow is the big reveal, the time when the scores are released. It’s the Caesar Flickerman interview. It’s the night before an early morning, where sleep is crucial. 

“Finnick?” 

The way you said his name so clearly caught his attention, the way it rolled off your tongue without issue or stutter or even a hesitation. He much liked the way it sounded. 

“Yeah?”

“T-thank you,” you knew he would probably say something stupid, telling you there was no need, or that it wasn’t necessary to thank him for doing his job. “For trying t-to help me.”

He smiled, reaching out for your hand, settled on the ground in front of you. He took it and gave a small squeeze. It was so reaffirming, his gentle touch. You don’t remember watching his games, but you know that now, seeing him like this, you couldn’t possibly believe he’s capable of harming even the smallest of flies. You don’t know a world where you’ve seen his ability, and you’re content to die in this one, where you never will. 

“I promised myself a victor…” … and I hope it’s you.

He doesn’t know why he favors you. In the beginning he felt sorry for you, and wanted to help. After that it became that he understood you to a degree, and didn’t want for you to face the fate he saw so many succumb to. Now? He’s not even quite sure what it is. He likes your company, enjoys the expressions you give him. He likes the little things about you that you’ve shared on different occasions. You collect shells, and you like the color green. You really like pears because of the funny way they’re shaped. He wants to know you more, wants you to survive long enough that he can try to…

But your will is weak, and you believe you can’t possibly survive, though your body is strong and your mind is quick. He believes you can do this, but that isn’t enough. You have to believe it, too. 

“Can you get back in for a second? I have an idea.”

-

“How exciting! I’ve been told that three tributes this year have been given a perfect score!”

The TV speakers were loud in your ears, but you couldn’t find any room to complain. 

“Can you sit down? You’re making us nervous,” Lukas jokingly asked Arbin, who was pacing in front of the screen as the scores were beginning to be read off. It had only been one tribute before the man started getting antsy, fluttering about the room as if there was any method to his madness. 

“My apologies,” he steps out of the way, sitting in a chair farther away from the group. 

“District One female, Estelle Votross,” Caesar spoke, reading off of the card in front of him. “With a score of ten.” 

You mentally sighed out. There’s no way you scored higher than her. You’d be lucky to even match the score. If you did that, you could at least be grateful. 

Finnick seemed to match your level of anxiety, but didn’t show it as much on the outside. He tried to hide it from you, knowing how difficult it is, to sit and wait. 

As district three was wrapping up, you were tightening up. Mags had a hand on each of your shoulders. She was hoping for the best, like all else. Even if you didn’t get it, you knew she would be there to console your dreary minds. She was like a slice of home in the hell hole. A ray of light that was shed without a word spoken. You wondered if someday you’d end up like her… but that’s unlikely. 

“District four Male, Lukas Artanhour, with a score of…” he smirked, having already seen the score, and holding it out for suspense. “Twelve.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped onto the floor. There was a moment where you completely forgot you had yet to receive your score, you were simply too happy for him. 

“Lukas!” Arbin cheered, his hands raising in the air in disbelief. “A perfect score!”

“Don’t get too excited, they said there were two others. The competition must be crazy this year,” Lukas remained humble, because he’d been learning just how quickly your arrogance can become your enemy. He wouldn’t die to stupidity, he was certain of that. 

“Even still, you’re at the top of the food chain right now. Remember, that means sponsors.” Finnick was elevated in mood, but settled again quickly when Caesar held up the card with your name. 

“District four female, Mercedes Blythe…” 

You sat back in your seat, closing your eyes and hearing how loudly your heart beat in comparison to how loud the speakers were. You breathed in deeply, holding it until you heard his next words. 

“With another score of twelve.” 

Your eyes shot open, and you stood to your feet. You could not have expected it. It didn’t seem possible. You aren’t a career, you have no physical training. Only a life of lifting and loading. Apparently in the capitol, that’s enough to get you a perfect score. 

“It’s me!” you shouted, hugging Lukas as he stood to meet you.

He started rambling on about how the arena better watch out for district four. You couldn’t barely hear it, you were too overwhelmed. Everyone around you both was a tornado of joy and excitement, and you had to try and settle yourself down. 

You turned to Finnick and didn’t even think twice before wrapping both arms around his shoulders. He embraced you without hesitation, his smile uncontained as he pulled you in closer. The swell of satisfaction he felt was unmatched. He’s had volunteers every year since his own games… and yet the two stood before him were the best he’d ever seen. 

“I’m so proud of you,” he spoke under his breath. When he inhaled, the air around you was blissfully sweet. Maybe it was just the moment, but he couldn’t let go of you yet. 

It didn’t matter, because Mags and Arbin were surrounding Lukas, giving him the attention he deserved after hearing what they did. 

Mags of course glanced over her shoulder, the embrace not yet ended. She smiled, seeing something she hadn’t in a long time. 

Finnick was opening up again.

 It had been years since she saw the look of sincerity on his face, the relaxed and gentle look that came with his comfort. He’d found comfort in you, that much she could see, and even though she knew it was fleeting, and you may be gone tomorrow, she was happy for him to have it while it lasted. It may be the last time…

‘I told you this was a good idea,’ Finnick laughed, his face soon going back beneath the waves to keep himself afloat. 

You were on his back, paddling and kicking through the water, but using him as a deceive of floatation, as if he were a raft of some sort. 

‘Finnick, I t-think that maybe I c-can try and swim, now.’

He wasn’t quite sure if he’d heard you right. 

‘Are you sure?’ He found the edge of the pool and let you grab on. ‘I don’t want you to try it if you’re not ready.’

You nodded, it was understood that this was a risk, but in your head you felt it was calculated. He’s right here, he won’t let you get hurt.

‘I’m sure.’

And while keeping your eyes focused on him, you pushed away from the wall, falling slightly into the water before kicking your feet and using your arms to cross the water and keep your head above it. You breathed slightly harsher than before, but it was controlled. He followed you, still… keeping a safe distance that he could reach out and grab you at a moment’s notice. But you were doing it. Muscle memory has not failed you after all. It was so deeply ingrained into your mind that you couldn’t swim, but it was not because you lacked the ability, it was because you lacked the emotional strength to conquer your fear of it. 

‘Atta girl, just like that. See if you can get to the other side,’ he encouraged, watching closely but keeping his optimistic smile wide on his face. 

When you reached the shallow waters, and got to the steps, you sat down on the top one, your expression an abundance of joy. You did it. You swam across the pool. By yourself. You can swim and survive in that arena. 

‘I knew you could do it.’

‘I t-think I knew I could, t-too.’

-

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[bartxnhood]

daring | e.m

eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

based on this request

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

requests open

not proofread

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you had always been the shy kind, never go out of your way to put the spotlight on you. you always preferred being in the shadows, even in karate. you wouldn’t participate in most tournaments because of just how shy you were. but that didn’t stop you from getting a crush on a certain someone.

eli. aka, hawk.

known for his antics in cobra kai, in fact, you hated him for a good portion of his reputation, especially what happened to the larussos. your abrupt feelings started when he turned over his leaf and his infamous mohawk was gone. he was a totally different person. someone you could actually like.

you had never been late to practice, always on time or even earlier so you could get some more work in.

the one day you were late to you saw some new faces in the dojo. and one in particular. eli. sam saw your confusion and pulled to to the side, “cobra kai is joining us.” your eyes widened, “what? as in..training here now?” she nodded, “yup. dad and johnny are working together. so here we are.”

you hesitated, dropping your bag. “great. only adding fuel to the fire.” you eyes stared daggers in the back of eli’s head.

why was this suddenly happening to you?

after that day, being around eli all day, and trying your best to avoid him. so, you stayed with sam that night.

“god, sam! how could this happen?” you huffed, falling into her bed face first into a pillow, sam laughed, “it’s not the end of the world, y/n. it’ll be fine!” you lifted your head and looked at her. “fine? i’ll be fine?” you retorted.

“yes! i mean just tell him how you feel! maybe he thinks you’re cute and then bam you will ride off into the sunset together” she threw a grape into her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows. “or, he laughs in my face, rejects me and goes to tell all of his friends how much of a loser i am” you sat up, pushing your hair out of the way. “just try it, y/n. you never know, the universe might be on your side.”

you kept thinking about your conversation with sam, what if she’s right? maybe you can just tell him you like him and it’ll be all over with. but on the other hand he could embarrass you in front of everyone and laugh at you. which was the scenario you kept playing in your mind.

getting the courage to just walk up to someone and put yourself in that position is something that terrifies you. which is why you’re so reserved.

one day in particular you’re earlier than usual, hoping to work on some things to help you improve. you had only been there a few minutes, earbuds in listening to your playlist while going over your workouts. without even realizing someone else was there, you felt the softest touch on your shoulder which brought you out of your head. ripping away your earbuds you spun around meeting with eli.

he started “i didn’t mean to scare you, but i tried calling for you but you weren’t answering” you hummed, feeling your ears go red. “sorry, i tend to get in the zone when i have my earbuds in”

“don’t worry. i just wanted to ask how come you haven’t participated in any tournaments? you’re insanely talented” you shrugged, looking away. “i get pretty nervous when i’m put on the spot. so, i just don’t. daniel is okay with it so i just kinda stay in the shadows”

eli frowned, “there’s still some time before everyone else gets here, how about we go over some moves?” you blinked, messing with the earbud strings. “sure.”

“so, you spent over an hour talking with him while training and you still didn’t say anything?” sam groaned, staring at you from her bed. “i know! i know. i was being stupid” you ran your fingers through your hair letting out a frustrated sigh. “i don’t think i could ever ask him that. i could barely look at him” you admitted. sam, stood up, resting her hands on your shoulders. “you are a wonderful person, y/n. you’re beautiful, funny, and incredibly talented. eli would be a fool if he rejected you, and i’d make sure of that.”

the following week you were back at the dojo, as it got closer to tournaments daniel and johnny had everyone do extra work. you and sam stood at the pond, talking as everyone else arrived. “he’s so looking at you” she said, catching you off guard. “what?” “eli!” she exclaimed in a whisper. you looked over your shoulder spotting him, but watched as he quickly adverted his eyes.

sam grinned as you turned back, “i think someone has a crush” she wiggled her eyebrows but you quickly shut that thought down. “sam.” she rolled her eyes, “just go talk to him. i’ll be right here and if anything goes south i’ll baxk you up” you sighed, “promise?” sam nodded.

you began walking across the yard to eli who was now on his phone. “eli?” you hummed and he looked up, fumbling to put his phone away in his pocket. “yeah?” “i hope you don’t find this weird or smithing but do you wanna go out one day maybe and get food or something? if not it’s totally okay because i wouldn’t want to go out with someone as shy-“ he laughed, cutting you off. “of course, i’d love to go out sometime. i really want to get to know you.” your face was burning now, “oh, okay awesome!” you totally blanked on what to say after. “should we exchange numbers?”

[mayullla]

Title: Little healer here!

Characters: Hawks / Keigo Takami (My Hero Academia/BNHA)

Summary: After fighting with villains Hawks was badly injured, when you showed up and healed him.

Warnings/tags: Slowburn platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader has a healing quirk (maybe-), the obsessions themes are not obvious here but will happen at one point so just in case I am putting this here.

Note: Okay so like my hero academia season 1 to 5 I have watched most of the episodes this month and like here. A small brainrot of adopted dad Hawks turned slow burn yandere everyone kind of deal-

Little healer here! list (part 2 is here!)

It was Hawks who found.. well not necessarily it was more so you found him badly hurt and hiding away after he underestimated a villain he was fighting with.

Hiding injured after the fight in the narrow walkway between buildings he was about to get ready to leave planning on getting up from his seat on the pavement when he heard footsteps only to be left surprised when he saw a child walking in the middle of the dark streets.

A red feather right against your neck you weren't sure what was happening as you looked at the surprised man, tilting your head.

"Mister-san, what are you doing here?" You asked curiously.

Hawks examined you searching for anything suspicious yet other than your white tattered dress and old sneakers and if not a little big for you... nothing was suspicious.

"Mister you are hurt!" Hawks looked at your eyes, concern was written all over them too real to be fake.

"Yeah, I just happened to trip kid." He told you slowly pulling the sword away from your neck he was worried that he might have caused you trauma from it but your casual reaction was something else really.

"You need to treat it!" You whined at him as you walked closer, you didn't see how tensed the man became still cautious about who you were.

"Hand."

Hawks looked at your small tiny hand that was reaching out for him yet he made no move. Pouting you took a seat on the floor and grabbed his hand, bloody from cuts and bruises. "H-hey kid you shouldn't be doing that-" The warm feeling that he felt within his skin almost tingling within his blood and veins yet was somehow soft and welcoming. The pain soothed over as the cuts and wounds healed themselves.

Watching a large cut on his arm slowly knit together he looked at you, who was focused on your work. His eyes narrowed as he wondered how a small kid like you was here when you have a pretty amazing quirk like this. He thought that at your age most children with some sort of healing quirk could probably heal a scraped knee or a small cut.

Not deep wounds like his...

The moment you released his hand you took a deep breath so tired from healing him yet you looked at him satisfied that you were able to help even if his face was so confused. "There! Healed! No more bobos." You told him standing up you were about to skip away when he grabbed your hand.

"Hmmm?" You glanced back at the once wounded man now all healed.

"Uhh thanks for healing me. Can you tell me your name kid?" Hawks asked with a smile on his face trying to look calm. You looked back at him smiling, you told him your name and that you were from an orphanage not too far from here. It seemed like that was enough for him to let you go as you headed back to the orphanage not knowing a small feather go stuck on your hair.

Heading back he went to tell the Hero Commission about a little gem he had found hiding away in an old orphanage. Having a quirk that was maybe as strong as Recovery Girl if carefully watched over will be beneficial to the hero world after all.

He thought that all he needed to do was tell and that was it, as he was reminded of your little smile he thought that that was the last time he would see you smile like that. He wondered why his heart for a moment became hollow.

"Huh? You are asking me to take care of her? Sorry but like I also have an agency to take care of and like hero work and all." Hawks did not expect them to suddenly ask him to take care of you. Currently, it seems that they have their hands full with things to do. Hawks too was busy but in their eyes right now he still should have enough time to take care of a child.

Hawks really thought it was a bad idea as he entered an old orphanage gate the old rusty gate creaking as he moved to open it called many of the residents' attention. And by residence, he means children.

He was quickly bombarded with children all of who were surprised the hero Hawks were there while teachers tried to calm the children down and asked Hawks why he was there.

He was interested in adopting a child much to everyone's surprise.

The hesitant look on the elder teacher's face as she left you and Hawks alone was understandable but unfortunately, he was on a mission right now. "Why is mister-san here?"

"Why can't I say hi and thank the person who helped me in the alleyway?" Hawks teased you. "But then why are we here in this room?" You asked looking around the blue walls decorated with paper flowers. "This room is where children find a home."

"Do you not want to be adopted? Don't you also want a place to call home?" Hawks asked, watching as you shook your head. "I want a home." There was longing in your eyes, yet somewhat scared. It made Hawks wonder how you came to this orphanage how you ended up here... he thought of that time you healed him. You seemed to have no fear of blood when you healed him.

"But Mister-san looks too young to be a father."

..... "Oi."

Hawks was not sure if he should take that as a compliment or an insult. On one hand, it is a compliment to be called young sometimes but from a kid that he was supposed to be adopting he wasn't so sure.

"Listen kid, my name is Keigo Takami. Hero name Hawks. I am quite popular with the young generation. So you not knowing my name means that I doing something wrong here." The small giggles you made covering your hand from letting them made Hawks smile a little, the knowing mischievous twinkle in your eyes was a dead giveaway.

"Mister-san do you want me to call you dad?"

"...."

Hawks looked at the papers about your quirk, a healing quirk that he was expecting so long as you are touching the person you can heal that person. Simple it seems but strong... Hawks wondered "So do you use your quirk often?"

"Hmmm sometimes, I am the only one who can heal in this orphanage so a lot of my friends look for me when they get hurt." You said looking at your hands, as you swung your legs under the table.

"How about outside the orphanage?" Hawks asked, you looked at him in the eyes and then outside as you wondered. A finger in under your mouth as you tried to figure out if you ever healed someone outside the orphanage. "You?"

"Very cheeky kid." You giggled as he raised a brow a smirk on his lips. "Sometimes I do. It is not often that I find someone bleeding on the side of the alleyway." Your eyes glittered.

"Very funny." Hawks rolled his eyes, as you continued to giggle.

You were a cute kid really as the conversations he had with you were all light and carefree it almost made him relax a little. And after a few more visits you were adopted by him, as you waved goodbye to your friends you looked at the man with red wings.

You smiled as the teachers told you that you now found a home and that you are so fortunate. That you must be good. Hawks waited till you said your goodbyes before taking you to his car.

"This is your new home," the house was luxurious so different from the old orphanage you lived everything was second-hand if not third or fourth hand. You gasped at how bright and shiny the place was running around yet careful not to touch anything afraid that your might break something.

Hawks watched you roam around the place with sparkling eyes.

Your room was empty and bare of any design or furniture except for a bed, desk and wardrobe. Hawks had told you that he would let you design the place to your liking but you told him that this was enough. The red hawk plushie that he placed on top of the bed was more than enough.

Hawks can't help but smirk at you patting your head as he heads to the kitchen asking what you would like to eat. The meal was joyful, something that Hawks didn't experience often in his own home, not like he was the type to invite people here often when he was so busy.

He asked you if you knew how to wash and you told him you could, giving you your pajamas he prepared you a bubble bath something that made you super excited.

"Ohh! Bubbles!!"

Brushing your teeth in from of the mirror with Hawks right beside you. The cheerful sounds in the lonely house were unfamiliar to Hawks as he watched you watch cartoons on the tv. Not bad, something in his mind he could get used to.

Maybe...

He just didn't expect to have a hard time getting you to bed. When you tried to run away from your room only to get caught by his red feathers. You pouted at him as he tucked you into bed. "Kids don't grow unless they get lots of sleep didn't the caretakers in the orphanage not tell you that?" He smirked at your face, poking your chubby cheeks.

"Yeah..."

"Well get to sleep." He was about to leave a feather right by the switch to turn the lights of your room of when you grabbed his t shirt. Sighing he turned back to you to see your hesitant face, almost lost and scared that he was your only hope. It was weird... something that Hawks never saw ever since he meet you.

"Don't go..." The voice was small, scared. "Please don't go. I am scared..."

It made Hawks nervous as he took a seat on your bed. You covered most of your face with a blanket but it seems that the strength on your hand that was holding his t-shirt did not lessen. "Hey what is the matter kid? Don't worry nothing bad is gonna happen to yah. You are staying at a hero's home no?"

Your eyes watered as your hold on his t-shirt tightened "I am scared... I am scared that this might all be a dream." You mumbled softly yet Hawks heard everything.

Watching you hold his t-shirt he wasn't sure what to say all of the sudden... "Don't worry... I won't leave you." Hawks softly said placing a hand on your head "I promise you that once you wake up nothing would be a dream and that Mr. Hawks will be right beside you when you open your eyes." Raising the red hawks' plushie that you forgot in the living room he placed it right beside you.

"Promise?" You asked the strength on your hold lessen as you raised your other hand showing your pinky. Hawks smiled softly as he grabbed your pinky with his. "I promise."

Hawks almost knew nothing about how to care for a kid really, yet his head can't help but melt as you continued to cling to his shirt. He stayed with you when you closed your eyes, he stayed with you till your breath slowed a little with little snores. You were asleep tired from a hectic day.

Hawks didn't leave the room immediately unable to get up as he looked at the ceiling. The room was once an empty bedroom meant for guests who would probably stay at best a day or two.

Yet now it was given to a little girl that he was supposed to take care of for who knows how long. He thought he would not get attached he cant not with his line of work. Yet the reality was much harsher to him when he watched as the power in your hand slowly fade little by little dropping to the bed sponge.

Really he also doesn't think that he would be a great caregiver to you. Honestly, he didn't think he would be taking care of a kid in his early 20s. He was told he was to send you to UA where Recovery girl will care of you all the while teaching you how to use your quirk. He thought that at most he will giving you food and shelter at most he didn't think you and him would interact this much.

And this was all in one day...

You would probably be at AU almost the whole day once he gets back to his hero duty to busy then. He was only given a few days off to look after you so that you could get used to your new life.

Maybe then things would change, and maybe you and he would not grow any closer then... when it happens...

He didn't know how long he stayed in your room but in the end, he stood up and left slowly closing the door so as to not let you wake up.

"Awake birdy?" You rubbed your eyes as you stared at the man who wore a cute-looking apron with frills on them. Something was frying in the kitchen, the delicious smell woke you up. "Want some pancakes?"

"Umh!" You nodded your head holding tightly to the hawk plushie. You let him grab you pulling you out of the bed as he had his feathers clean up the bed. Picking you up you clung to his neck still sleepy trying to wake up as your stomach growled.

[gemini-sensei]

Imagine if chubby!Reader joins Cobra Kai because she likes Hawk - when he's still in Cobra Kai - and wants to impress him. She's a really good fighter and easily learns karate, but sometimes gets a little distracted by him and daydreams. She's a natural Cobra, but a bit of a dreamer.

However, nothing she does seems to catch Hawk's attention. He doesn't pay her much mind no matter if she wins her sparring matches or perfects a really cool move. He doesn't congratulate her or even seem to notice. She doesn't know what else to do to get his attention...

That is until Tory spells it out for her.

"Juat tell him," she says, rolling her eyes.

Reader blinks, coming back to reality after getting lost in another daydream as she watched Hawk train across the room. She looks at Tory confused. "What?"

"Tell Hawk that you like him," she reiterates, a little irritated. She crosses her arms over her chest, pausing her own training. "It's the only way he's going to figure it out."

"Oh no, I-I can't do that."

"Why not? It's literally so easy."

Reader doesn't know how to explain how she has difficulty explaining her emotions. Most of the time, she can't find the right words, especially when she's overwhelmed. No matter of she's happy, sad, angry, it's just had for her to communicate those feelings. It makes her anxious when she has to do so and she ends up frustrated more than anything.

So she shakes her head and continues stretching, hoping that the conversation will pass. Tory just rolls her eyes and drops it, muttering to herself before continuing to lay into the punching bag.

After training, everyone decides to hang out. They go to the mall to get food and chill, maybe check out what the shops have to offer. It's subpar, but it's a great way to wind down after a day full of focused training.

Reader takes a moment to excuse herself to use the restroom, but when she comes back to the table, she hears the the guys talking about her.

"I'm serious, she has the biggest crush on you, man," one guy says with a laugh, looking at Hawk with a teasing grin. "Reader is, like, in love with you."

"It's true," another boy laughs. He claps Hawk on the back. "She's stares at you, like, all the time with little lovey dovey hearts in her eyes."

The table erupts with laughter and Hawk rolls his eyes. "Stop messing around."

"We're not," the guy says, then seeing Reader making her way over. As she reaches the table, he gives her a big, mean smile. Then he asks loudly, "Reader, isn't it true that you're in love with our good old pal Hawk?"

She feels the heat rise to her face as the guys laugh. It feels like a thousand jabs from spears are being poked into her chest, all at once. Anxiety starts to grow there and she can't get it to mellow out. It festers.

As the boys howl with laughter, Hawk doesn't. He stares Reader down, waiting for an answer. She doesn't look at him for a long time, petrified as she stammers. Then their eyes meet and she starts to tear up.

"Oh come on, Reader were just messing with you," one of the guys says and shoves her arm jokingly. She barely feels it, because his words hurt worse. "Don't be such a baby."

She sniffles and wipes her eyes, but the next round of tears fall anyway. And the boys jeer at her and laugh, and Hawk sits there and watches. He doesn't say anything as she's taunted and teased for liking a boy...

She gets up harshly and it's then that Tory realizes the commotion from the table is not a good one. But before she can get to Reader's side, she's gone.

Reader leaves, uncaring if one of them is her ride home.

She feels utterly embarrassed, mortified, singled out.

She never wants to show her face at the Cobra Kai dojo again, so she quits.

After all, she had only joined because of Hawk... and he didn't care.

[gorpiepng]

hello! It's me again, the anon that requested a blogsy addicted reader! Wow, you write really fast. I just wanna say that you're amazing and hope great things come your way! While also taking breaks once in a while. So you won't get any writer's block.

I noticed that your asks are open again. 👉🏻👈🏻

And I apologize if you get requests about Pest so much, I just really love the beetle man. 🌹

But I would like to request a headcanon about pest and a player!reader that only visits the elevator every two weeks. So, the feelings are very very slow burn. I love slow burn stories istg, a plus if reader is also a mischievous lil' thief that steals miscellaneous stuffs of the people in the elevator.

That's all, and thank you very much for your hard work! 🌹

🪲 pest/player reader who’s also a thief

ahhhh hello welcome back!!! always good to see u again! i do tend to write pretty fast when i’m set on it and have the time lololol. thank you so much nonny, hope you enjoy :] p.s i may make this into a little series because i adore this concept and i’ve never written slow burn before teehee

pest isn’t too thrilled by your initial presence in the elevator. from one thief to another, you gave off quite the shady vibe, and he didn’t like that too much. the thought of competition in petty thievery irked him, but it’s not like they’d just walk right up to you and say that. no, they watch you with an (almost) blank stare whenever your guard is down, analyzing your characteristics from afar

but you left as soon as you came. pest wasn’t sure if they were happy about that or disappointed they couldn’t learn more. after all, that was a very short stay, having only been riding the elevator for a few floors. for a little while after that you didn’t leave his mind which formed very conflicting thoughts and predictions about you. normally pest didn’t care this much about anyone, but you were a special exception, given how similar your... ‘career paths’ were, and perhaps something else pest wasn’t coming to terms with yet.

right as pest finally kicked you out of his head, assuming you were just a one-time thing never to be seen again, you walked right into the elevator and stood directly next to him, holding eye contact as you did so. the feeling was mutual— you ALSO found him quite interesting, but you didn’t know much about them. because unlike pest, you didn’t watch people like a hawk. hm.

the only thing pest could think to do was scowl at you, prompting you to advert your gaze elsewhere. the last thing you wanted was trouble from a stranger who looks like they could kick your ass back into the stone age. pest didn’t mean to do that- it was on instinct really, but at least it allowed him some time to think. think about you, and how you work

he watches you steal things from various floors and bystander’s pockets. he’s anything but a snitch, he’s not going to rat you out anytime soon, but silently judges you for being less adept of a thief than he is. it really begins to boil down to how much better pest thinks they are than you, how they could even steal your own stolen property, which maybeeee they’ve thought about...

but that little trance they’re stuck in is quickly broken by the sound of your voice, “hey.” your tone didn’t appear to hold any underlying meaning so pest simply looked down at you with a neutral expression. “邪魔しないで,” was what you were met with, much to your dismay. it’s not even like you could infer what they were saying- you just couldn’t understand. it makes sense though as their sweater had Japanese lettering, to which you mentally facepalmed at for not noticing before.

pest had a tiny half-smirk at your confused look, one of your brows raised involuntarily. being able to speak a language to someone who doesn’t know a thing about it really made them feel more in control of the situation. expecting you to respond with a snarky comment or simply disengage like most would; pest begrudgingly watched you exit the elevator, only turning around to glance at him once. it made him feel a turmoil of emotions deep within his guts that cluttered his mind with thoughts, knowing he wasn’t going to see you again for a while. they needed more time. more time with you, to understand how you work, and that’s all. pest hated the feeling of being SO intrigued by someone yet being unable to obtain all the information they need.

next time, pest thought. next time, they’ll make sure you don’t step off that elevator without a little talk. it’s just waiting so long for that ‘next time’ that makes him so much more desperate.

[atarathegreat]

Keigo Takami- Clean

Red carpet events were a stupid prelude to even dumber interviews. Pictures and reporters that didn't actually care about anything but a story and some clout.

"Hawks! Hawks, over here!" Cameramen yelled, and we'd turn like we were puppets and smile. Every third step was a turn, a pose, a smile. I'd grown bored the second we walked through the main door. I hated it. My eyes burned from the flashing lights and I couldn't even hear myself think over the many yelling people. Keigo tucked my loose bangs back behind my ear, his smile was almost as blinding as the cameras. That picture would be in an article in a few short hours.

"You look beautiful, I can't wait to see all the press you're gonna get!" Keigo smirked, his smile falling when a certain idiotic song began to play.

They played songs to let the heroes know who they were about to call up for an interview. Keigo's song was drug related, it was the same every time. It brought down his mood exponentially and worsened my already bad temper. It was like he wanted to hide in his red velvet tux coat, and it was impossible to miss the way his feathers puffed up. I felt my temper go up another notch, anger hurting my chest a little.

"Y/n, a few questions, please?" A slim woman asked from across the deep velvet ropes.

I wandered to the edge of the carpet, pulling at the bottom of my dress so I wouldn't trip. Keigo wanted to match as much as we could so he got me into a red lacey dress that had faux feathers over the sweetheart neckline.

The woman looked rather serious, "Miss Y/n, can you tell us what you're wearing tonight?"

A drag of a question, but it was better than the usual about my relationship with a pro hero, "She's called Crimson Rider by an unknown seamstress out in the countryside. Plunging sweetheart neckline with lace sleeves, and guess how much! Only one hundred thirty dollars, can you believe that! And look at how long the bottom is, I've nearly tripped over it twice today."

Anyone could've swam in the sickly sweet voice I put on, it left a sour taste in my mouth from how thick it was. The woman didn't seem to mind at all, just smiled as I answered her questions. Hawks' fans would have a fit over the price being even that high. It wasn't my problem, Keigo bought what he knew I'd wear, and he kept it cheap. Well, cheaper that he normally did, to my relief.

"You're engaged to the number two hero, wouldn't you like something a bit more… extravagant?" The woman asked, her forehead wrinkled in mock confusion. A tell-tale sign that she wasn't interested in the slightest.

I shook my head, "I don't need high end clothes to be happy. As long as Hawks comes home to me alive, I'll be okay. And he bought this as a gift, I buy all my clothes because he gets the expensive things."

The man had a horrible habit of trying to spoil me. Not that I hated it, but he could be cheaper about it.

Keigo still hadn't smoothed himself out by the time I returned to him, so I stood behind him and unruffled his wings. He sighed, "Why do they always have to play this song? Couldn't they pick something else for once?"

A smile replaced his upset face as he noticed what I was holding, "Hummingbird, you didn't! Are you trying to cause a scene?"

Nodding, I kissed him. Cameras went crazy and the flashes would've blinded me if my eyes had been open. My left arm was outstretched, Keigo's three year sober coin held so everyone would see the gold metal with black lettering. I used my quirk to stick it to his jacket before we entered for the interview, it wouldn't be missed in any tabloids or photos.

Keigo sat more confidently while he spoke, angled almost purposefully to show the coin. I answered the questions that were aimed at me and kept my cool.

Our interviewer had been decent and had skipped plenty of question cards, I was starting to enjoy the moment, "How is it being engaged to such a fiery woman?"

"She's the best!" Keigo smiled, draping a soft wing over my shoulders, "My hummingbird keeps me grounded, sane and ready for life. She got me into rehab, helped me turn my life around. I'm the luckiest man ever to have her."

When I'd met the birdbrain he was strung out on every drug he could get his hands on. It was public information, articles even had photos of him doing them at parties. Keigo hated that it was public, he knew he could never escape it no matter how far he ran.

Keigo had been angry when I'd filled our living room with representatives from rehabs, in his emotional rampage he'd accidently slapped the side of my head and my left ear now constantly had a ringing in it. I didn't blame him, as he hadn't meant to, but he definitely still blamed himself.

That was four years and one slip up ago.

"And you, Miss L/n, how is life as a heroes fiance?" The man asked, a fake smile plastered on his lips. I felt my stomach dropping.

"Aside from the worry that he won't come home to me, it's great. Hawks is the sweetest man I've ever met. I never have to worry about anything." I smiled at my blond partner, "He's attentive and caring, there's never a morning I don't wake up without breakfast made or feeling loved."

The interviewer shuffled his cards, scowling at the next question, "Do you ever worry that he'll fall into his old habits? Being a womaniser and an addict?"

All the respect left my body as soon as he stopped talking, "His hero facade isn't who he really is, you might be surprised to find that we met organically through a business party."

Her tried to back track, but I'd already seen the shame and guilt on Keigo's face, "We're done here. Thank you, have a good night. Let's go, love."

Once we entered our home, Keigo unzipped the back of my dress and disappeared into the bathroom. I would've followed if I hadn't known he wanted to be left alone. Sometimes he needed the solitude and I was always there when he wanted the love right after.

It bothered him more than anything that his past was haunting him, I was the one who shut down any and all attempts of reporters to bring it up. Keigo had gotten used to me going along with him and stopping the press, he himself wasn't the type to leave those things on his own. My pushiness only grew with his discomfort, I wasn't above breaking things either. Cameras often fell victim to my aggressions.

He was still hiding when I was done getting changed, only my makeup needing to be removed. I knocked on the door, hearing a faint "Come in, Birdie."

Keigo was in the shower, peeking around the curtain, "Makeup?"

I nodded and leaned over our sink, gently scrubbing with the remover pads, "It gets itchy after a while, honestly. I'd never wear it if your secretary didn't book me each time."

His wet arms wrapped around my waist, "I'll let her know not to include you next time, that sound good?"

The room fell silent, aside from the shower going behind us. I pretended that I was still removing the persistent powder from my face so he could stay pressed against me. It felt like sometimes he was just wanting anything to anchor him back to earth, and he always found me. I never got bored of him in any capacity, even when some would call him clingy.

"I'm still sober, hummingbird, I promise. I haven't touched that shit in years, and I won't ever again. I promise you I won't, I promise…" His sad voice made my heart stop. He'd never sounded so defeated, not even when he had failed the program the last time, "That's not who I am anymore. Not who I'll ever be again."

"I know, birdbrain, that's why I defend you everyday." I shuffled around to hold him closer to me, "Finish your shower so we can go to bed. I'll set up a meeting with your sponsor tomorrow, see what he thinks we can do going forward."

Keigo kissed me, his pupils mere slits and he truly reminded me of a bird of prey, "No therapists, please. I feel like a big enough loser."

"I know, love."

[thepaperpanda]

Under the Mistletoe || Keigo Takami xfem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: Hawks found the perfect way of using mistletoe against you.

Warnings: none

Word count: 672

Author: Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Kissing Under a Mistletoe Devider by Firefly Graphics - ⛄

Despite all the hype, you didn't really celebrate Christmas. Your family was mostly out of the country, and you couldn't simply leave because of work. It's not that you hated this particular time of the year or anything, you simply didn't have anyone to celebrate it with.

You were honored to be a sidekick of number two here and to participate in a little celebration Hawks organized to soothe everyone a bit.

You turned around, checking yourself in the mirror. Often you could also dress up a bit more fancy for work - of course you loved your costume, but it was nice to have a chance to dress up a little differently.

As soon as you were satisfied with how the dress lay on you, you nodded at yourself and left for work.

There was something odd about it - even though you knew these people, it was strange to see them out of their gears for so long, but it was still enjoyable to meet up with them. It was actually fun chatting with your friends about something other than work or training. The whole thing lasted until you felt a red feather tickle your cheek. Excusing yourself, you went to the door and immediately got snatched into the empty office. 

"Well, well, well. Look at you! Always in your gear, and here you are. All dolled up in your dress, with those high heels on!" Hawks laughed, kissing at your cheek before nuzzling you to his neck. "Maybe we should change your dress code for this type of outfit?" Hawks suggested.

Shaking your head, you laughed. "Don't you dare! Do you realize how hard it is to run in those hills? You seriously expect me to keep up with you?"

Hawks looked at you and shrugged before hugging you tightly; he hated hiding your shared relationship from others, but it made him feel safer.

"Don't be like this. I would have a nice view to see every day," Keigo taunted.

"Keigo, I don't mean to be rude, but if they notice us missing, they will all find out about us, after connecting all the dots." You kissed him gently and promised, "I'll wear this outfit more often in private for you."

As he pulled away, he nodded with an annoyed grimace on his face. "I want to see you later, okay? Promise?"

After agreeing, you left the office, pretending nothing had happened.

In the middle of chatting with your friends, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders.

It was none other than Hawks himself asking, "I see most of you are enjoying yourselves here. Mind if I take Y/N for a moment?"

As a result, no one objected or dared to say no to number two, so you were pretty soon dragged away.

After raising your eyebrows, you looked at Keigo and then at everyone else as he stopped right in the open door. You were the center of attention for some reason; it was confusing.

Your confusion was noticed, and he smiled cockily, pointing his index finger up.

There was mistletoe hanging right above your head, and you could have sworn that there had never been mistletoe there before! That meant he did it on purpose just so he could kiss you without revealing too much.

You were flung into a needy kiss after Hawks gave you an innocent shrug.

Grabbing his jacket, you kissed him back with a soft, annoyed growl. As soon as he pulled away, you shook your head and smiled at Keigo. "You couldn't stop yourself, couldn't you?"

"What can I say? I was never too patient, and Christmas time I had to take advantage of this little window of time," he shrugged and snatched the mistletoe before waving it in front of you. In a quiet voice, Keigo explained, "I need to keep it. It will be useful." Then, he walked away like nothing had happened.

Standing completely stunned, you were soon surrounded by slightly jealous friends asking many questions about the kiss.