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i-need-air · 3 years

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou HCs: NSFW.

Summary: By the title you can already tell what's going on. The long awaited NSFW part of Hybrid!Bakugou. [ 3k words ]

Warnings: NSFW; dom!bakugou, impregnation kink, praise kink, filthy mouthed Baku; also some sub!Bakugou because why not;

Notes: It's important to point put this is a F!Reader. The first 2 parts of the series [sfw] + any ask involving hybrid!bakugou were as gender neutral as possible though. [ Part 1 and Part 2 here, Masterlist here for more ]

× believe it or not, he's a respectful guy

× shy with physical contact at the beginning

× learns incredibly fast though

× feels, listens, smells you, notes what you enjoyed, what you didn't

× you would have to take the first few steps

× lead his hands, put a peace, encourage him and he will surely get the drill

× Bakugou will be eager and curious, and trust me, your moans will drive him insane

× naturally, as you share a bed, one thing will lead to another, soft kisses will turn into a full blown make-out session and his hands will be everywhere on you;

He grunted, grindind his body into you, lips capturing your own in a heated kiss. It just started with a peck after he caressed your features gingerly, catching him in one of those tender moments you oh so loved. He returned it harder, moaning into your mouth. Breath fanned your face when he retreated, his somewhat cloudy eyes made you squirm under his frame and you had to pull him by the shoulders back into you.

From there you lost yourselves into each other. Your touches drove him to the edge and slowly clothes started coming off until you found yourself under an Adonis of a man. He looked mesmerized for a second, drinking you in with a hungry gaze.

Lips clashed, the tension between you, specially in the past few weeks built up and none could take it longer. His calloused hands touched your neck, your shoulders, going further down and making you shiver. He was a little bit rough but you could feel his excitement, both on his face and poking your tights.

Katsuki waited though, slowing down his movements until you whispered "Are you sure about this?" into his ear. A shiver took over him as he lifted his face to yours, lips feathered over your own yet again.

"*Are you?*" his voice just as soft.

"I want you, Katsuki." He had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath in at your confession.

"You're fucking perfect." He growled back, the intensity of his words formed a bolt of energy that ran through your whole body. "I just— I've never—"

"We'll take it slow."

× again, he is a fast learner, but needs instructions

× can be a bit selfish at first, this new feeling, this heat driving him insane

× but once he smelled your arousal he almost lost all strength in his body, his mouth watering

× and I bet you almost lost all strength in your body when you saw what he's packing

× big, thick and veiny, curved just enough to know he'd reach the best spots for you

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he'd growl out into your ear as you moaned under him, nails clenching his shoulders as he held into the bed-frame. He was going insane, he thought. The feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick erased anything else in his brain and your moans— Delicious. Your smell was intoxicating, addictive.

He'd rail you eagerly, getting drunk in the feeling when he noted you move your hand to rub yourself under him, moans increasing. He'd guide his hand towards yours, breathing heavy, anticipating.

"Show me." He'd order.

× clit, you say, huh?

× the moment he understood you could become undone under him because of that little button, you're a goner

× which takes me to my next point

× he's a giver

× once he does his homework and finds out ways to drive you crazy, he'll demand to go down on you

× will dominate in bed, it's natural in him

× so when he tells you to spread your legs and to be a good girl, mischief in his eyes, heat filled your guts

× to which he almost rolled his eyes into the back of his head because holy shit your scent

× loves having his tongue lapping into your sex; he'd suck, he'd lick and thrive because of your reactions

× just having your tights trembling by his ears as he gripped them to keep you in place made his cock hard

× but what he really loved was knowing he could get you off just with his tongue; he'd even smile into your cunt as you'd moan louder and louder, the only thing left in your vocabulary being his name;

"Katsu—" you'd say, out of breath, back arched as you couldn't focus your vision. You struggled to keep your composture as he licked over your clit brutally, two digits inside of you.

"Look at me when I fuck you with my tongue." He said, stopping and earning a groan from you. With a deep breath you settled back, opening your legs a little bit more, not even realizing you were almost choking him with your tights, not that he really cared. He gave you a grin as you locked eyes and proceeded, slowing his peace and pumping his fingers inside of you.

"Good girl." He growled, not breaking eye contact. He felt it too, the shiver running through your body as you knew you got even wetter, and he got to work, proud of his accomplishment.

And as he sucked slowly and made you see stars, he resumed his brutal rhythm until you were a blabbering mess.

× doesn't mean he does not like to receive

× seeing you between his legs sucking him off is a treat to his eyes

× very much into power-play and dominating; he'd tell you how good you look with his cock in your mouth, very vulgar, loving your reactions;

× he grunts, but isn't very vocal so don't expect loud moans for him unless;;

× spread his legs slightly, suck on the tip, pump his cock, milk it into your mouth and with another hand play with his balls

× his leg will start shaking as he'd throw his head back, and if you suck on them while pumping him he'll let out such sinful growls that will reach your core

× that is when you can amp it up by scratching his tights and he'll cum like a fountain under you

You hollowed your cheeks, tongue running on the tip of his hard dick, watching him try to maintain his self-control. He was stubborn, gritting his teeth and acting tough yet he fisted the sheets, that giving him away.

It was always a pleasure to see him like this but it was never enough for you.

"Look at you, hmm?" He said between his teeth. "Such a good little slut for me." You moaned, taking him deeper in your mouth as you rubbed your legs together. "You love my dick in your mouth, hah?"

Little did he expect for you to start playing with his balls gently, your orbs sparkling while watching him almost choke on his own spit.

"Fuck, baby—" he'd growl, tensing up, almost moving his hips forward to fuck your mouth. You took as much of his hardness as you could and sucked, attentive of his balls and whatever you couldn't take in your mouth you pumped slowly, your cunt getting soaked just by hearing him swear to no end.

"Shit, [Y/N], so fucking good—"

With a last good suck, you kissed his tip them smirked at him, getting a confused and desperate look, begging you to continue, but you just lowered yourself and started licking his balls, his head fell back and the most lewd groan left his mouth.

"God, fuck me—" he said breathless as he started moving his hips upwards, fucking into the hand that still had his cock in a grip. It was a little hard to do so, but you licked in circular motions as he stumbled on his words until you felt them tighten and throb, cue for you to put the tip back in your mouth and await your treat, one last choked moan before he came everywhere.

× fucks you hard, will drill into your body, and you'd think fucking hard means fucking fast but he can still fuck you slowly and shake you to the core

× skin slapping skin can be heard all around the apartment and the dude has stamina

× bioengineered as he is, he will make you cum a few times before he comes too

× when you both have enough experience with each other that's when he realizes making you cum beforehand is the best way to fuck you, so yes, you will cum and you will cum hard

× favorite place to cum into? your mouth, so if you don't really dig it, he's okay with you spitting it out or cumming over your body

× his favorite position is doggy [ no duh ], with your ass up and face down, but don't get me wrong, it doesn't matter as long as he fucks you good and long

× he's also more into longer sessions, quickies are fine but not enough for him;

× might also be into praise-kink yet still with his dominant side on

× of course he has to tell you how good you look stuffed up with his cock, from any position

× marking

× oh, yes, he loves marking you

× before you got this intimate he liked to scent you but now that you're lovers expect to have marks all over you and you better not hide them

× definitely bites, sorry, absolutely not sorry, babe;;

× but nothing, nothing compares to his ruts

× just as wolves, it happens between

× hear me out and prepare yourself

× mating season happens between January and March;;;;; 💀

× it has different stages, yet the most fascinating one to you has to be the first weeks because it shifts his behaviour so much

× he goes from cocky, confident, dominant and territorial to whiny, needy, easily made jealous and kinda submissive

Katsuki started acting weird, something that at first you linked to the time you were apart. Maybe he missed you, who knows? The blond started touching you more, asking you to pet him, giving you blushing side glances and seeking your approval even more than normally. You caught on quickly as you once praised him for his amazing cooking, his chest puffed and cheeks burned without shame, contrary to normality, where he'd try to adorably hide it. He started to be really honest through his body.

The biggest difference was, without doubt in mind, when you got intimate. He'd whine for your touch so much, actual whines, gutural, deep from within would even shock you whenever you decided to tease him.

"Please, baby, please..." he'd beg but wait patiently for you to get on top of him and ride his cock until he couldn't take it any longer. You'd test the waters, of course, starting to praise him for being so good for you and he'd melt in your arms.

"You feel so good inside of me, baby." You'd say, slowly raising and falling over him repeatedly, a much calmer rhythm compared to your normal sessions. His hands would be gentler, just feeling you up and enjoying being taken care of, absolutely enamored with the sight of you.

Even if he was on top, he'd go gentler, whispering how incredible he feels, calling you all sorts of praises.

× when the actual rut finally hits, he turns territorial yet again, and the roughness comes with it

× now you're marked with hickeys and bruises from being manhandled by him

× of course he'd still be careful not to hurt you and if ever crosses any line with you and you'd tell him, he'd whine like a wounded animal

× because he would never want to hurt his mate

× but again, doubt it would ever happen

× although be prepared to have sex everywhere inside the house

× he'd pound on you unexpectedly, knowing to perfection how to touch and where to touch to get you in the perfect mood for him

× sometimes he watches, a filthy promise in his eyes to break you so good, just the way only he knows how

× he is hyper-aware of everything about you, the way you breathe, the way your heart pounds in your chest, the way your pupils dilate, how you clench your tights together, every single thing

× one thing that doesn't change from his pre-rut attitude is the honesty, now more verbal

× his first rut is where he learns just how much his words affect you

You were on the edge, just as the past few weeks. He told you a few nights ago that his mating season came to a high this week, so you suggested taking a week off work to help, and he eagerly agreed but not without teasing you about how much you loved being railed by him.

Sure, he teased, but it was so true and both of you knew. Katsuki was watching you silently from the couch. He spent all morning just watching you, walking without making any sound around you, sizing you up while licking his lips. These past weeks you were all over each other every night and now that you finally took a whole week off, he didn't touch you the first day at all? Strange. You definitely felt something was coming though. You were excited, nervous, you felt his eyes all over your body that left a trail of warm in your body. Acting occupied, as if you really had something to do even if the house was impecable, just so you could calm yourself to no avail.

He felt you and he liked seeing you nervous, anticipating his next move. How fucking amazing you looked, how delicious you smelled, his hunger grew and grew for you, excitement to have you for a full week to pleasure each other...

A growl froze you in place making you drop whatever you had in your hands. You turned slowly towards him only to almost collide with his chest.

A rough hand pulled you into him as he burried his nose in your hair.

"Mine." He grinded into you, hand on your ass. "My fucking mate." He breathed you in. "Mine."

He lifted you up without any struggle, just moving a little to press your back against the wall.

"So fucking perfect." He grinned at you then leaned to kiss your neck. "Fuck, you smell ready for me already..." he'd whine, spreading more your legs to adjust himself between them, tights gripped hard. "My sweet little mate..." he'd bite down the same spot he kissed. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't remember your own name." He promised and be sure to not wear many clothes because he'd rip them off you.

× impregnation kink; if you don't want pups right away [ ye, he calls em pups ] it's no problem, but you should definitely consider any sort of birth control, condoms...

× beg him to fill you up and he's done, he'll lose himself into you completely

× praise kink would hit again but this time telling you how sexy you'd look with his pups inside of you

× if you did find a method of birth control early on and you're safe, he's gonna fill you up and then finger you while you still had his cum inside, keeping it there while you rode through another orgasm

× mother-fucking filthy about it too

You were exhausted, your bones felt like jelly as you stood in place in bed, legs now opened for him as he admired his hard work. His cock stood proud as he jerked it off to the sight of you, cunt in his face stuffed with his semen, his fingers pushing any drop that dared to come out back inside.

"You took me so good, baby, look at you stuffed like the slut you are." He said after licking his lips. Precum ran over his hand as he pumped himself, head red and needy and both of you knew it wasn't over. "You're gonna take me one last time, understood?" He moved to your face, placing the fingers that were inside of you on your lips for you to lick, and did not need verbal confirmation since you took them in your mouth and sucked hard. He swore silently then grabbed you by the neck, getting close to your face. "So I've fucked you stupid, hah? Can't even say a word back? Can't fucking tell me how much you want me to break that cunt of yours until you see the stars, baby?" He mocked through a grin.

Even as exhausted as you were, you knew he'd take care of you, so when you finally regained the strength to touch his cheek, just the way you learned he liked, tenderly even when he fucked you like a pornstar, you threw him over the edge again... with a few simple words.

"Fill me up, daddy, give me your pups..." you begged in a whisper, curving your body to meet his, rubbing yourself into him.

The maniacal way his face contorted made you regain all your energy back in an instant.

He'd lift your lower part up and trust into you like a mad beast after opening your pussy up and spreading his cum over it to lube you up.

"I'm— gonna— fill— you— up—" he'd say between hard trusts, watching with lust as your tits bounced and you threw your head back.

The bed was a mess, cum leaked from inside of you, you were covered in hickeys and bite-marks, you begged his name like a broken record. He'd lose himself in the moment, falling into your body, hugging you tightly while rutting into you, reaching both of your releases.

× after the rut he's more laid back, both of you would need some time to just rest

× but he'd be very attentive, much like a prolonged aftercare

× he'd take care of you, do everything for you and even feel bad thinking he might've hurt you, even if it wasn't the case

× will hold you close in silence, enjoying your presence, will kiss your temple and just havung you in his arms

× has considered you as his mate from very early, even before you actually got together as a couple officially but after this, you're bonded together, since mating is very important for his species and as I clarified in the sfw version, wolves [ and wolves hybrids ] mate for life;

× will whisper how much he loves you into your neck as he holds you.

Tags: @bakugous-mamas @tspice283 so sorry to a couple of people that reblogged and asked to be tagged too, I've been searchin but I can't find you 😭😭

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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cuffing season /// Ushijima x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: [Shiratorizawa fanweek day 5—Firsts] You convince your boyfriend to try something new in the bedroom, but as it turns out, old habits die hard.

A/N: Heard it was Shiratorizawa week 👀 technically I did originally post this on day 5, but I had to repost bc of tag issues, whoops :P Let’s pray it works this time!! edit: apparently it’s still not listed in the tags :<

The song that I mention is Bruno Major’s Old Fashioned (although it doesn’t fit the tone of this fic in the least).

Tags/warnings: mild bondage, size kink, rough sex!!!, marking (bruises/hickeys/etc.), power play/power exchange, reader tries & fails to dom Mr. Ushijima 😳, all characters are adults

Look, Ushijima’s a great boyfriend. Perfect, almost. Sure, he may not be the most expressive guy, but you’ve been dating him long enough that you’re able to pick up on the little gestures that tell you that he cares about you—the way he presses his face into your hair when you hug him after you’ve been apart for a while; his hands stroking circles into your skin when you fall asleep in bed next to him; all of it. He’s everything you could possibly look for in a man, except for one not-so-little issue:

The sex.

Because Ushijima, your sweet, wonderful boyfriend, who kisses you so gently it’s like he thinks you’ll fall apart if he’s not infinitely careful with you, is for some reason incapable of exercising the same degree of restraint (or any restraint at all) when you’re in bed together. When it comes to sex, your boyfriend is a fucking animal. And you’re not really sure how much more you can handle.

Maybe your concerns would seem petty from an outsider’s perspective. It’s not like Ushijima doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and it’s not like you don’t want to have sex. You’re attracted to him, of course you are! Almost 76 inches and 190 pounds of pure muscle, a body that looks like Michelangelo could have carved it from marble, and that beautifully solemn expression that had you salivating over him from the stands before you even knew his name? You want to have sex with him, you’re just fairly certain you can’t, not when it always ends up with you completely and utterly wrecked, so spent you don’t even have the strength to lift your hips off the mattress so he can wipe his cum off your thighs.

Look, anyone in your position would feel the same way. It’s awful and you’ll never admit it to him, but you almost broke up with him after the first time you two fucked. You knew going in that it wouldn’t be easy—the man radiates big dick energy and boy did he deliver—but it was just too much.

That first time had started off so innocuously, with you inviting him to your place for a nightcap after your sixth date. You’d set candles and put on your romantic sex playlist for a nice backdrop to let him hold you in his lap and make out—how the hell had you gone from that to having him rut you into the mattress, your belly pressed into the sheets and ass arched up so he could pound into you so forcefully that your rickety bed smacked into the wall hard enough to rattle the furniture with every movement, and you couldn’t even hear it over the sound of your own moaning? You hadn’t changed the playlist, and it felt downright obscene to listen to Bruno Major croon about love and courtship while Ushijima fucked into you like he was trying to carve the shape of his cock into your pussy.

You’d had to call in sick the next day because you could barely walk. The bruises from where he held your hips had taken weeks to fade, and by that time he’d already given you new ones. To his credit, Ushijima felt bad when he saw the evidence of how rough he’d been and he promised to take it easy on you next time…but after a few more rounds of mind-numbingly savage sex you learned that the man apparently doesn’t know what ‘take it easy’ means.

To be fair, at least some of it is your fault. You really shouldn’t have offered to go on the pill as a three-month anniversary present to him. At least before, he had to give you a break while he changed condoms after he came; now he has no reason to hesitate, instead going for round two (and sometimes round three) without pulling out. You never thought you’d see superhuman stamina as a bad thing, but…

“You don’t get it! It’s like getting fucked by a stallion. I need to plan to have three days to recover whenever I take him home with me,” you whined to your friends over cocktails when they told you you shouldn’t complain about a good thing—after all, Ushijima is just as committed to your pleasure as he is to his own, and there’s never been an occasion where he didn’t get you off before fucking you himself (probably at least a little because there’s no way in hell you’d be relaxed enough to take him otherwise).

“Can’t you just tell him to go slower?” one of your friends asked. “If he doesn’t listen to you, then that’s fucked up and you need to dump him.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t listen. If I tell him to stop, he stops,” you sighed, stirring your drink with the straw and watching the decorative sprig of mint fall under the surface to be overtaken by a chip of ice. “It’s like he can’t go slower. He’s not adjustable—it’s either crazy brutal or nothing, and then neither of us get what we want. Like a vibrator you can’t turn off the highest level. I don’t even think he realizes in the moment how intense it is for me.”

“Aren’t you ever on top? You can set the pace.”

“I’ve tried, but Ushi just—“ you made a gripping motion with your hands and mimicked raising something up and setting it down vigorously— “like, bounces me.”

One of them raised an eyebrow and then her eyes widened. She turned to your other friend and the two of them whispered to each other for a bit, then shifted back to you. “Tie him up,” she said with the air of an elder imparting sage knowledge, and your other friend nodded.

“Oh, come on.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious. Guys usually love it when girls are in control, you just need to take the initiative. Get him tied down and then you can show him exactly how you like it. Let him feel like he’s at your mercy for once.”

The idea had seemed unthinkable at the time, but you hadn’t been able to forget it—which is why after weeks of contemplation, hours of research, and a single extremely awkward trip to a sex shop, you’re now crouching over Ushijima’s naked chest, wrapping a leather cuff around one of his wrists.

“Are you sure that this is something you want to do?” Ushijima asks in that weighty baritone that makes you shiver with need. He doesn’t pull away, but he eyes your actions warily as you thread the chain of the cuffs around a rung in the center of your headboard and reach over to do the other side.

“…Yes,” you tell him, a little less firmly than you would have liked, and you lick your lips to try to make up for how suddenly dry your mouth is. “Anyway, isn’t that my line? We don’t have to do the cuffs if you don’t want to. I won’t force you.”

“It’s alright. You and I both know you couldn’t force me, (Y/N).” Dark eyes pin you down and it’s incredibly unfair how much power he has over you even when he’s the one chained to the bed.

Ushijima’s right, obviously—if he didn’t want to be exactly where he is right now, he wouldn’t be. You’re sure as hell not strong enough to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to, but he didn’t have to say it like that.

“Okay then…good,” you reply, adjusting the straps of the cuffs to accommodate for how stupidly thick his wrists are. When you’re satisfied that they won’t chafe but he can’t get out of them without your help, you sit back next to his chest and admire your handiwork. Ushijima lays on his back, naked, relaxed, even with his arms stretched up to your headboard and cuffed there. He looks good, mouthwateringly good, and you’re ready to get your hands on him when you remember there’s something you need to get straight first. “Wait, before we—before I do anything, remember— what do you say if you want me to stop?”

“…Vanilla,” Ushijima says, reciting the safeword you decided on when you were hammering out details, although the look in his half-lidded eyes is telling you very clearly that he has no intention of needing to use it.

Privately you agree, but everything you’ve read on the kink blogs you’ve been trolling for research tells you that a responsible adult doesn’t put cuffs on their partner without deciding on a safeword first, and you’re determined to do this by the book. “Good boy,” you say, and the diminutive feels awkward in your mouth until you see Ushijima’s reaction—the flash in his eyes, a minuscule hitch in his breathing next to you, and the scrape of metal against wood as he gives a light pull at the cuffs.

With everything safe and accounted for, you give a final tug to the chain to ensure it’s secure, then inch back and swing one leg over the broad expanse of his chest so you’re straddling his abdomen (and he’s so damn big that there’s a twinge of soreness in your thighs just from sitting on top of him). Fuck, he looks good like this, all spread out and pinned underneath you, so masculine and bulky that you’re feeling your pussy get wet just from watching him watching you.

It’s not often you get to appreciate him like this—usually you’re too focused on not losing your mind from how deeply he’s fucking you—so you savor it, massaging his shoulders and sliding your fingers down his sides, tracing the smooth skin with a feather-light touch and then dipping to kiss under his jaw. Feeling more than a little devious, you let your teeth graze over the thin skin at the base of his neck and with your chest pressed into his, it’s not hard to feel his sharp intake of breath.

“The marks...my teammates will notice.”

“Maybe I should stop, then,” you murmur against his skin, lifting up just enough to brush over his nipples. He stiffens, and once again you hear him tugging at the cuffs.

“…Don’t. I want them to see,” Ushijima says, and once you have his permission you don’t waste any time in latching your mouth to his skin and sucking. It’s been ages since you’ve given anyone a hickey. Usually you’re the one marked up like a teenager after Ushijima has his way with you, so this is a nice change of pace, especially when you can feel him flexing underneath you.

Well, kissing is nice…but you’re getting impatient and you know he is too. Once you’re satisfied that your hickeys are going to show up nice and bright red around his neck like a collar, you sit back, walking your hands back on his chest, stroking over his abdomen and giving a little roll of your ass on top of him. Ushijima’s hips twitch—unconsciously, you wonder?—and he glares at you in a way that tells you in no uncertain terms to hurry up and let him fuck you.

And damn it, something about that look has you feeling weak. Needy. Obedient. But this time you’re supposed to be in charge, so you smirk and lift your hips, pulling your body back so his cock is nestled between your legs, not quite touching your pussy. He’s already hard—no surprises there, considering how intently he’s watching you as you mess with him—but you only take a second to stroke his cock up and down before shifting up so he can see you slick your fingers up in your own pussy.

“(Y/N)…” Ushijima’s voice is low, annoyed, and he looks hungry. But you’re so amazed at how wet you are under your own fingers that you don’t bother to pay attention to him shifting his position under you to try to get stimulation. Your juices are literally slicking up your own thighs, just from chaining up your boyfriend and teasing him a little? You should have done this a long time ago.

You push two fingers into your pussy and pump them a few times, making sure to angle your hips so Ushijima can see them go in and out. The stretch is almost uncomfortable for a second and you wince a little before schooling your expression, knowing you’re about to have something a lot bigger than two fingers stretching you open. Ushijima catches it though, and he frowns, trying to sit up before remembering the cuffs that are holding him back. “Let me—let me do it for you—“

“No, stay down,” you say quickly, using your other hand to push him back into the mattress while you continue to touch yourself. Ushijima lets you (and there’s no doubt in your mind that he is letting you), but his eyes narrow as he zeroes in on the way your fingers are glistening with your own pussy juices.

God, you’re—you’re supposed to be in control, aren’t you? So then you shouldn’t be feeling like this, eyes drifting closed as you fuck yourself on your fingers, letting your lower knuckles rub against your clit while you try to curl them to rub against your g-spot. Ushijima’s been spoiling you…you can’t remember the last time you’ve had to do this yourself, and as you feel the tension building up slowly you catch yourself wishing it were him fingering you instead.

His fingers are just so thick. And long, and so rough. You bite your lip thinking about the way he does it when he preps you to take his cock, mashing his palm into your clit, petting along inside you and scissoring his fingers and… “Mmh,” you hum, holding back a real moan for Ushijima’s sake.

There’s another click of the chain sliding over the headboard wood and it reminds you that he’s right there, you could just uncuff him and he could touch you and fill you up with those thick fingers, make you cum, make you cry. But the urge to seek your own pleasure is outweighed by the image he’s making as he looks at you, his expression almost angry in its intensity now that he’s watching you do this to yourself and he has no way to get his hands on you.

“Ahh—“ you whine, letting a real whimper out at the thought of what you’re doing to him. “Ushi, Ushi, do you wanna touch? Wanna touch me?”

His head ducks into a hasty nod and his jaw clenches at the strain of having to ask for what he wants instead of just taking it like usual.

The longer you touch yourself, the closer you’re getting…but you don’t want to cum, not just yet. You draw your fingers out of your dripping cunt and open them up in a V, showing off the juices that connect them, the evidence of how wet you are for him. “Mmm, I don’t think so. I think there’s something else I want in me instead.”

And then you’re reaching to the side for the lube, squeezing a healthy dollop into your palm and then wrapping your hand around Ushiijma’s cock. And—fuck, he’s big. Sure, you’ve had sex with him plenty, but no matter how often you take him, you never stop feeling absolutely torn up after. A tingle of trepidation races up your spine at the thought of riding him like this—can you even put it in by yourself?

Even just looking at it is intimidating. He’s painfully hard, cock flushed red and bobbing up against his lower stomach every time you let it go, and, Jesus, how is it even possible that this thing would fit inside you? When you wrap your hand around him your fingers don’t touch; he must be thicker around than your own wrist.

Halfway. That’ll going to be your goal tonight, to take him halfway. And even that…is going to be a stretch.

The anxiety must show on your face because once again you’ve got Ushijima straining at the cuffs. “(Y/N)—“ he spits as you stroke him up, nudging your palm against the tip. “(Y/N), you need to finish first. Let me make you cum.”

“No, this time I want to—I’m gonna cum on your cock,” you say, adjusting your position so you’re kneeling above him, the head of his cock sliding between your lips. “Gonna cum on your big cock, Ushi, okay?”

His cock jumps in your hand at the provocation. He’s glaring at you, but he’s also leaking precum, the sticky fluid mixing with the lubricant. You give Ushijima a moment to say the safeword if he really doesn’t want you to, and when he stays quiet you raise yourself up a little more and line the head of his cock up with your weeping slit. You hold your pussy lips open with your fingers, easing your thighs down and pressing the head into you and—

“Oh—oh—oh, fuck, oh fuck, Ushi—“ you stutter out helplessly.

It’s been almost two weeks since he last fucked you. One week, six days and about three hours, and at the moment this measure of time seems unreasonably important because it’s been almost two weeks since you last let Ushijima split you in half with his ridiculously huge cock.

You’re not ready, should’ve prepped more, should’ve let him make you cum like he said—fuck, it feels like you’re losing your virginity—and the mixture of dismay and relief that spills over you when the thick swell of his head pushes past that tight ring of muscle is almost nauseating.

The tip? Seriously, just the fucking tip, and you’re already delirious, shaking, your thighs quivering on either side of his. It’s taking all of your strength to keep from going slack—but you know if you do, his whole cock is going to slide up into you and even thinking about that has your cunt clenching and unclenching around what you’re able to fit inside.

“Do you need help?” Despite the strain in Ushijima’s voice at being teased like this, there’s an undercurrent of amusement. He clearly doesn’t have faith in your ability to take him deeper by yourself.

It’s this—this quiet arrogance, this belief that he knows what’s best for you and he’s the only one who can give it to you—that gives you the guts to convince yourself to lower yourself down onto his his cock until you’re literally gasping for air. It fucking hurts, but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing you say it; instead, you brace your hands against the stiff muscle of his chest and try to focus on the way his cockhead is pressing into your g-spot.

Halfway…he’s gotta be at least halfway in, right? You sneak a glance up at him and bite back a curse at the look on his face, serious as ever, so focused on the place where your pussy is reluctantly eating up his cock that you feel your insides tense up around him again.

You don’t even know how it’s possible for you to get tighter around him but somehow you must be able to, because you hear Ushijima grunt underneath you, and his muscles contract under your palms as he tries again to sit up. When he can’t, he hisses in frustration. “Move…now. Or I won’t be able to control myself.”

Funny, aren’t you supposed to be the one controlling him? But it sure as hell doesn’t feel that way when you’re barely able to stay upright just from trying to ride his cock. You nod desperately, chin jutting up and down like a bobblehead, and lift your hips up off his cock until just the tip is left inside. When you push yourself back down you can’t help whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you, sliding up into you, that stiff, wet cockhead dragging over your g-spot.

By now the pain has faded into an uncomfortable stretch, like leaning too heavily into a foreign pose in yoga, enough that you’re able to feel the arousal building in the pit of your belly and hold onto it as you rock your hips up and down him. The pace is slow—almost too slow; you marvel at yourself for wanting it faster—and there’s a fair amount of Ushijima’s cock that you’re not able to take, but this is really all you can handle.

“Mmm, Ushi, fuck, you’re so big, so big and hard inside me, feels so good on your cock—“ you moan, knowing you sound less like the dominant partner in this position and more like you’re teasing him, pushing his limits.

Ushijima’s breathing is heavy. Labored. He’s trying to hold himself back. “(Y/N), deeper—take me deeper, now.”

Part of your brain vaguely recognizes that he isn’t supposed to be giving the orders here, but you’re too drunk on the feeling of fucking yourself on his cock to complain, so you lower your hips and try, but it feels like you’re just too weak to do it yourself. “Ushi please, it’s too much, too big, I can’t, please—“

And your pleading must sound like an invitation, because his eyes flash and you feel him shifting the position of his legs behind you—and then he bucks his hips up and his cock sinks into your cunt, pushing up into your gooey insides until the head is pressing into the tight opening of your cervix.

“Ahn—?” you squeal, startled. What? He—what? Fuck, it’s deep, it’s so deep, you can’t hold yourself up so you flop downward, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, “ohhh Ushi pleasepleaseplease” and you barely hear yourself over the lubed-up slap of his pelvis against your skin.

Fuck, it feels like he’s knocking the breath out of you. Feels like you can’t fucking breathe like his cock isn’t just pushing against your stomach but your lungs too, can’t breathe so you bear down on his shoulders try to hold yourself up try to let yourself adjust but—

Ushijima’s in control now.

Not that he ever wasn’t, you’d think if you were capable of thinking except you’re not because as you try to situate yourself make yourself relax around that monster cock filling you up, he’s not giving you a moment to catch your breath, instead thrusting up into you at his usual breakneck pace. Apparently he doesn’t need to use his hands to make you bounce—you’re not even moving yourself now, just trying to hold still as his hips slam his cock inside you again and again and again, and again, rubbing up against that sweet spot in your pussy so quickly that you think you might go crazy from it.

“Nngh, so tight,” he growls, and you can tell from the way the words are choked out that he’s gritting his teeth. You almost want to roll your eyes—of course you’re tight, anyone would feel tight around him—but it feels like if you do your eyes might roll back in your head so you don’t.

Jesus fuck, you can’t even understand how long it’s been but you do know that it’s absurd for you to want to cum already, only the thick mass of his cock pushing into you is somehow hitting all the right buttons, just like it always does. Even if it’s rough you want more. By now you’re trying to meet his thrusts, rolling your hips in time with him fucking you open, doing your best to participate but really it’s all you can do to even stay still with how roughly he’s fucking you. “Ushi, fuck, so deep, wanna cum I wanna cum please let me cum—“

“Touch yourself,” he commands breathlessly because he’s still tied to the headboard and he can’t do it, and you barely have the strength to pick one of your hands up off of where you’re scratching into his shoulder and pull it down to rub at your clit.

It’s not enough and you whimper desperately, you don’t want your own fingers, you want Ushijima’s, you want him to touch you. You’re probably saying it out loud by now, begging him to put his hands on you—his eyes widen and then the sound of the metal cuff chain grating over wood reaches you—you can see the skin of his wrists get lighter from lack of blood flow, he’s pulling at the cuffs, pulling too hard, he’s going to hurt himself, you have to stop him—and then you hear a snap.

Aw, shit. The bed.

The thought comes in a singular moment of clarity as you watch the rung Ushijima’s chained to separate itself from the rest of the headboard, splintering, the nail that held it in place looking pathetically flimsy next to the veins bulging in his arms as he slides the chain away from it. He flexes his hands, forming fists and then unclenching them to restore the interrupted blood flow, and then you’ve only got a second to prepare yourself before he’s upright, dragging your hips up to meet his.

“Ushi, Ushi, Ushi, I want, please, I want you,” you beg, but you didn’t really have to because you’re pretty sure there’s no force on Earth that could stop him from holding you up so he can fuck down into you with a ferocity that could be mistaken for anger if you weren’t certain it was really lust.

The entire bed is creaking and rocking against the force of his movement, but you don’t really have the headspace to worry about more property damage considering he’s got you supporting yourself on the mattress on your back and shoulders, your spine curled up so he can kneel and still have your hips aligned with his, your legs dangling bonelessly on either side of him.

Fuck. Holy fuck. You open your mouth but words don’t come out, only a choked whimper, but if you could speak you’d be saying yesyesyesyesyes, touch me.

Despite your inability to speak, Ushijima picks up on what you need and then along with his cock carving its way in and out of you you’re getting the feeling of his fingers padding over your clit. Rough and callused, not gentle, nothing like the way you touched yourself earlier, but you’re starting to realize you don’t mind the aggression. In fact, it’s good, it’s so good, so good you’re gonna cum.

You’re gonna cum.

A long, drawn-out whine is spilling out of your lips before you can stop it; you wrap your hand over your own mouth out of shame or maybe courtesy to your neighbors (although by now they’ve probably invested in earplugs after listening to you squeal like a pig on Ushijima’s cock dozens of times in the past). Still, as your climax rocks through you shove your thumb between your teeth to bite down on it, but the sharp pain is nothing compared to the pleasure.

“Ushiiiii—“ you sob around your own fingers. Your spine arches—or rather, you try to arch your back but you can’t, not with Ushijima’s full body weight pressing into you and keeping you pinned to the mattress.

It hurts, it feels good, you’re seeing stars, you’re hearing Ushijima snarl as your pussy tightens up and convulses on his cock. His one-handed grip on your ass gets painfully tight as he abandons whatever pretense of restraint he had left and pumps his cock into you so hard and fast you’re pretty sure the headboard isn’t going to be the only thing broken, but you don’t fucking care because you’re cumming, you’re cumming, you’re cumming so hard you think you black out for a second, holy fuck.

It’s only when you hear Ushijima’s panting breath and feel him pulling your hand away from your mouth that you regain your grip on reality. “You’re bleeding,” he says, holding your hand up and inspecting the shallow indentations your teeth made on your thumb.

“…You broke my bed,” you reply tiredly once you’ve gotten in a lungful of air, what feels like the first full breath you’ve been able to take since he put his cock inside you.

“I’m sorry,” Ushijima tells you, although he doesn’t look particularly sorry.

You roll your eyes. “Did you cum?”

“Yes. When you did.” Without him holding you up there’s nothing to prevent you from sliding down off his softening (but still unfairly impressive) cock. You’re certainly not strong enough to keep yourself in position.

Even if he hadn’t confirmed it, you’d still be able to feel the familiar heat of his semen plastering your insides, and once your still-sensitive pussy is exposed to the cool air your inner muscles squeeze involuntarily but hard enough to force some of his cum out—you sense it, hot and thick, dripping out of your pussy to smear against your thighs. “Can we take a bath?” you ask, knowing you’ll barely be able to walk over to the bathroom, much less stand under the shower unassisted.

Ushijima nods and moves off the bed. “I can carry you,” he adds when you try to stand up and your knees almost give out before you flop back onto the mattress.

At this angle, with you sitting and him standing in front, it’s difficult not to see that despite cumming literally less than two minutes ago, he’s already getting stiff again. Jesus, is he even human? After how hard you just came, the thought of letting him fuck you again is giving you something stronger than butterflies, but you look up at him and offer anyway. “Wait, do you…um, want to go for another round?”

Ushijima’s gaze meets yours and then travels over your body underneath him. You must look like a mess—sweaty, hair all fucked up and tangled, body still shaking with the aftershocks of your climax and barely able to sit comfortably on your aching pussy—and you guess he sees how jittery (nervous?) you feel because for the first time since your relationship started, he shakes his head to turn down an offer of sex. “No, I’ll take care of it. Let’s clean up first.”

“Okay,” you sigh, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and raising your arms to let him pick you up.

“(Y/N).”

When Ushijima doesn’t move to carry you, you frown. “Hm?”

“The cuffs.”

Oh, right. The black leather is wrapped around both of his wrists, chain still intact. Apparently these cuffs are stronger than your headboard. Good quality. Too bad they’re going in the trash. You make quick work of the release and then undo the straps carefully, massaging over the light pink marks on your boyfriend’s wrists once they’re free.

“Sorry, did it hurt you? I didn’t mean to—I mean, I just wanted…” You trail off, feeling infinitely embarrassed that despite all your claims of dominating him, he still ended up with the upper hand, cuffs or no cuffs. And you liked submitting to him. There’s no denying that.

“It didn’t. And…I enjoyed having you on top,” Ushijima tells you, lifting you effortlessly into a princess-carry now that his arms are free.

“Yeah right. We’re never using those again,” you scoff, tucking your head into his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. “My boss is going to get mad that I keep taking sick days every time I have sex with you. I’m just going to throw the cuffs out.”

From your position, so close to him, you can barely see the upward quirk of his mouth that would be as good as laughter for anyone else. “Don’t get rid of them. I think…next time, I would like to have you wearing them, (Y/N).”

Well, fuck.

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Die Reise des Raben

Kaz Brekker x female reader

warnings: violence, death, swearing

word count: 4k

A/N: My first try at writing ever. Feedback is highly appriciated. If you see grammer or spelling mistakes, feel free to message me so I can fix the mistakes. English is not my first language. I really hope you guys enjoy my story!

(Y/N) had only been six years old when it had first happened. She had played hide and seek at her home with a boy from the neighbourhood and, in her humble opinion, found the best hiding spot of all time. In her parents' closet there was a small room behind the back wall. Hardly big enough to squeeze in and completely empty except for two swords. When her eyes fell on the swords, it was as if she could hear a whisper. (Y/N) looked over her shoulder, but she was still alone in her parents' room. She looked back at the swords and examined them more closely. They were not particularly long. The scabbard was made of blood-red wood and covered with black patterns that looked like bird feathers. The hilt was black too and (Y/N) wondered what the rest of the sword would look like. She reached out for one of the swords but hesitated to touch it. (Y/N) had always been fascinated by knives and had started early to always carry one with her when she played outside. The barrel was dangerous – even for children. But her mother, after catching her five-year-old daughter with a knife and bloody hands, had forbidden her to even touch a sharp knife. It wasn't her blood at all, but that of an older boy who had tried to take the few coins from her that she was supposed to use to buy bread from the baker.

'But this wasn't a knife, right?' (Y/N) thought. And even if she wanted to resist – she just couldn't. The two swords seemed to have a magical pull on her. With one last look over her shoulder, (Y/N) grabbed the sword closest to her. As her hand closed around the sword, she felt a shiver run through her. With her other hand she drew the sword from its scabbard. The blade was made of dark curved steel and (Y/N) immediately had the feeling that her and had merged with the handle, like the coldness of the steel seeps into her arm. She closed her eyes. It felt so right.

“Honey, where are you? Peter can't find you anywhere…. Oh my god (Y/N)! Drop that sword immediately!” (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw her completely astonished mother standing in front of her. (Y/N) could see the sheer panic in her eyes. Her father rushed into the room and stopped dead when he saw his daughter. Both parents had their eyes fixed on the arm (Y/N) was holding the sword with. She lowered her gaze and realized what had frightened her parents. Black patterns similar to those on the scabbard ran over her hand and up to the elbow. They would have been reminiscent of tattoos if they hadn't withdrawn in front of their eyes towards the sword.

"(Y/N), put the sword down and come over here," urged her mother. (Y/N) put the sword back into its sheath and carefully placed it on the ground. She didn't really want to let go of it, but the desire to placate mother was stronger.

"I suspected it," (Y/N)'s father mumbled and looked at his wife as she hugged (Y/N). "She has always had an affinity for blades. But that the wakizashi would react so strongly to her..."

"Put these things away," (Y/N)'s mother hissed and led her daughter out of the room.

The rest of the day (Y/N) tried to get her parents to talk to her about what had happened. But her mother made it clear that they would never talk about the swords again and that (Y/N) should forget about them immediately. Her father would sell them at the port tomorrow. (Y/N) shivered at the thought, but she saw no chance of keeping the

swords from being sold.

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Everyday life quickly went back to normal, and nobody said a word about the two swords. But (Y/N) could not forget the feeling, the power that flooded her as she held the sword. So, she got herself two wooden sticks, carved them into shape as best she could, and trained. She had no idea how to wield a sword, but she practiced and practiced until her arms got

heavy. Her stamina had improved, but it was far from being called a fighting technique. She found school teaching sword fight in the university district near the 1st port. It was a long way from the barrel, but since her parents were working all day anyway, she had enough time to get there and come back unnoticed. (Y/N) secretly observed the students through a

window. She tried to memorize everything to recreate it later with her makeshift swords.

She hid the wooden swords under a loose floorboard in her room. As she was about to put them away again, her father came into the room to get her for dinner. (Y/N) froze, still one of the swords in hand. Her father looked from his daughter to the sword and back again. Then he closed the door and went up to her. (Y/N) didn't know what to expect, though it was

not the understanding look he gave her.

"You secretly exercise?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Yes, for a while now," (Y/N) answered. Why should she lie?

Her father laughed softly. "I should have guessed. After all, you are the first to whom the wakizashi responded since your great-grandfather."

"What do you mean by that?" (Y/N) asked.

"These swords have been in my family for centuries. Most of the members could wield them like ordinary short swords. For some, however, these patterns appeared. It was as if the swords themselves gave them more power, speed and strength. My grandfather still didn't use them very often. He said he felt like he was losing his soul to the swords. That he felt a darkness dwelling in them. How much of it is true I can't say, but I hope you never have to find out. And now let us go out to eat."

After her father had finished, (Y/N) was left with more questions than answers.

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4 years later

The second time (Y/N) picked up those swords was on the day that changed her life forever.

She woke up when she heard screams from the staircase. The next second her father stormed into the room and pulled her out of her bed and towards her parents' bedroom.

"Dad, what's going on?" (Y/N) asked slightly panicked.

"You have to hide immediately. And no matter what you hear or see - DON'T COME OUT!" her father replied while he opened the door to the closet and pushed (Y/N) into the small room behind the wall unit. It was pitch black in (Y/N)'s hiding place, but she could hear the front door being kicked in and her mother screaming.

"Please excuse our unannounced visit," (Y/N) heard a deep male voice sneer, "But you're far behind with your payment and Bayson has announced what will happen if you can't pay."

"Please, Tom, we've already given Bayson everything we could spare. Please give us a few more weeks - we'll get the money," (Y/N)'s father pleaded.

"No, you had your chance," Tom answered.

"If you kill us, you will never get your money," (Y/N)'s mother whimpered.

(Y/N) sat in her hiding place, frozen with fear. Her parents owed money to some gangsters? Why hadn't they said anything to her? She could have gotten a job. She could have helped. What should she do now? Would these guys really kill her parents? She had to get to them and try to protect them. But she couldn't move, the fear was too strong. And honestly... what could she have done?

"That's true," Tom's voice was cold and void of any emotion, "But you'll be a deterring example to anyone who thinks they can mess with the Blue Moons. And maybe your pretty daughter can bring in a few more Kruge."

"Don't you dare-," (Y/N)'s father began, but before he could end his threat, two shots rang out, followed by two thuds.

"What weaklings, it’s a miracle they survived in the barrel for so long," (Y/N) heard Tom laugh.

(Y/N) had pressed her hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to break out. Tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

"Boss, the girl is not here," one of the men reported.

"Doesn't matter. One more orphan in the barrel. She won't survive for long on her own anyway. Let's get out of here," Tom replied and (Y/N) heard steps moving away. She stayed in the room for a while and then forced herself to leave her hiding place.

It was dark in the apartment and only a single candle was still burning in the hallway. (Y/N) forced herself to take the last step into the hallway and saw her parents slumped on the floor.

'Headshot,' thought (Y/N) absentmindedly. At least it had been quick. She felt like she was detached from her body. She sank down in a daze. What should she do now? Get the stadwatch? She snorted at the thought. Nobody cared about two dead people from the barrel. And certainly not about her. At best she would go to an orphanage, at worst she would be sold to someone.

'I should leave while I still can,' she decided.

After throwing a few things into her bag, she went back to her parents' bedroom. She knew that her father kept the old, small family photo album in one of his drawers. He had often looked at it with her in the past. When she was about to put it in her bag, a piece of paper fell out. (Y/N) picked it up and recognized her father's handwriting.

They are not sold. I knew that one day you would need them. I hid them under my mattress. I am sorry that I will no longer be there to protect you. But you are strong, you will live!

Love, Dad.

(Y/N) blinked away the tears and pulled the mattress off the bed to get the swords. She would train until she was strong enough to kill every one of the Blue Moons. They would pay for what they did to their family. They would all die, and she would live.

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4 years later

She had saved Boysen for last. Enjoyed how his panic grew with every member of the Blue Moons found dead and slashed. She had initially intended to kill him right away, but it was better to start with some weaker members first to practice her skills. And Tom had fit perfectly in that category. He had been the first person (Y/N) ever killed. And it had been great. The second she had grabbed the wakizashi to avenge her family, she had felt like she was born to do exactly that. To bring pain and darkness. She had felt the power spreading throughout her body and had welcomed the cold that allowed her to kill without hesitation.

At first, she had planned to wipe out the Blue Moons as soon as possible, but in time she had found a pleasure in watching them first try to find her and later try to hide from her. (Y/N) took more than a year to gradually thin the ranks of the Blue Moons. But tonight, she would end it. There were only Boysen and half a dozen of his men left. He had gathered his best men a while ago and went underground. Left the rest of the gang to their fate.

(Y/N) stood in the shadow of an old house, watching a warehouse on the docks. There she had located the rest of the Blue Moons. Her hood was pulled low over her face, so the raven mask was barely visible. The black tattoos that always appeared as soon as she fought with the swords could already be seen on her hands and arms. She slid noiselessly along the hall. Only one man stood guard. That was done quickly. (Y/N) covered his mouth from behind to stifle his scream as she pierced him with her short sword. (Y/N) let the man fall to the ground and entered the hall through a side entrance. There were four men sitting around a table playing cards. Boysen and another man stood a little further away and seemed to be discussing something.

"Hello guys," (Y/N) said, enjoying the panic breaking out around her. The men almost toppled over each other in a rush to get their weapons.

"How did you find us, Rabe?" Boysen called and aimed his gun at (Y/N) with a trembling hand.

"Oh, I just followed the stink of fear and voila, here you are," (Y/N) said as she looked at the men. She felt the swords literally vibrate in her hands. The urge to kill was almost overwhelming.

'In a moment, a little more patience,' (Y/N) thought.

"We are not afraid of you. You have no chance against all of us," one of the other men replied.

"Is that so?" (Y/N) asked softly and looked at the man with a tilted head, "Well, then I'll teach you fear."

She ran off. Faster than a human should be able to. She felt the power rush through her veins, making her faster and stronger. She was in a frenzy. The first two men were dead before anyone could really process what had happened. The other two at the table opened fire. (Y/N) whirled her swords and fended off the bullets. The men got big eyes and stumbled backwards.

"What the hell are you?" one of them shouted.

"Your end," (Y/N) jumped up to the men and slit them open with two well-aimed blows. Blood spurted from their wounds and in their last seconds the men tried in vain to keep their intestines from oozing out.

She turned away and set about crushing the last two cowardly rats. Boysen and his companion had run away, but they couldn't have been far yet.

(Y/N) ran over the roofs and discovered the two men trying to untie a boat at the harbour.

She knocked the head off the shoulders of the one man without further ado. His body fell into the water with a loud splash. Boysen spun around and fired a pistol. But (Y/N) was prepared for it, ducked away, knocked the weapon out of his hand and held her two swords crossed in the shape of an X in front of his neck.

Boysen was frozen.

"Why me? Why the Blue Moons?” he asked.

"You had my family killed. With others, you may have always gotten away with it. It's just your bad luck that I'm the uncrowned queen here in the barrel when it comes to killing." With these words, (Y/N) slit Boysen’s throat, but only enough to render him helpless. He would bleed to death slowly and painfully. He slumped to the ground and stared up at her. She smiled down at him.

She stayed with him until he took his last breath. She felt nothing, no remorse, no regrets. Only darkness, but at the same time a deep satisfaction that always set in after a fight with her swords. She put the wakizashi back into their sheaths. She knew she had already gone too far.

There was no turning back for her. Her great grandfather might have been strong enough to withstand the call of the swords. But she wasn’t, the rush was too good. So why should she stop?

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1 year later

She strolled along the harbour, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. The black patterns hadn't completely withdrawn after their last fight and (Y/N) still felt the strength and darkness that came with the use of her wakizashi. It was like a frenzy. Fighting with her swords was like a drug. And (Y/N) was a hopeless junkie. She had long since given up on worrying that the darkness and bloodlust would eventually devour her completely. Because it was bound to happen as long as she wielded the swords. And while she was a good shot and a very passable fighter with her fists – as she had to, to survive this long in the barrel – she was the deadliest with her swords. She had made a name for herself as Der Rabe and was able to keep herself afloat from the jobs she received. At least until she wouldn't be fast enough in a battle, or the swords would drive her crazy. She had lived in the barrel since she was born, at some point the time would just run out, so why worry? What in her life was worth fighting for, except for the next meal? Everyone fought for themselves, others were always a risk. Trusting the wrong people could end badly. Very bad. (Y/N) put one hand over her heart where the faded scar was.

Lost in thought, she almost overheard the voice that seemed to come from the dock. (Y/N) looked over the edge in astonishment. The picture that presented itself should have been disturbing, but she had seen a lot in her time in the barrel. A boy with dark hair, about her age, was hanging on the ladder and muttering to himself. He looked more dead than alive. Not far from him another body was floating in the water. Already rotting and bloated.

It was clear that the dark-haired boy would never make it up the ladder. Any second, he would let go and sink down.

'At least it's over then,' (Y/N) thought and was about to turn away when the boy opened his eyes and looked up at her. (Y/N) caught her breath and a pleasant shiver ran down her spine. His eyes were such a piercing, rich blue that they seemed to glow even in his dirty, sunken face.

When (Y/N) went down the ladder to drag the boy onto the quay wall, she didn't know exactly why she wanted to help him. She had seen many people in need in the barrel and had not wasted a second on them. Perhaps it was the seemingly irrepressible determination in those blue eyes that seemed to call out, "I want to live!"

Somehow, she felt connected to the boy.

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"I can do it. I have to make it. I can do it," Kaz kept muttering to himself so as not to completely lose consciousness. His whole body ached, and he knew that he wouldn't have long before all his strength would leave him. Kaz blinked up. He just had to climb this incredibly high and steep ladder and then he would be safe. At least safe from drowning. Everything else he would worry about when the time came.

'I can do it ... I just need to rest for a moment,' Kaz closed his eyes and continued muttering to himself. He felt his grip begin to loosen and tears his eyes open. On the quay wall he saw a figure completely clad in black, who seemed to be watching him with their head tilted. They were wearing a knee-length coat and had the hood pulled over their head. Their mouth was covered by a tube scarf and the area around the eyes was covered by some kind of mask. The figure reminded Kaz of a reaper. 'No way, forget it,' Kaz thought, 'You definitely won't get me tonight! Not after all I have endured to get here.'

Kaz stared at the figure stubbornly. But when they swung themself over the quay wall and descended the ladder, fear seized him. What was that supposed to mean? Would they throw him in the water? Why didn't they just move on?

When the figure was only a step above him, they turned and grabbed his arm with one hand still on the ladder. At the touch bile rose up in Kaz' throat and he fought against the looming faint that threatened to overwhelm him. He tried to tear himself away from the hand that was holding him and didn't even notice that the person didn't want to push him away, but rather pull him up.

"Hey, stop fidgeting. I'm trying to save your ass right now and I don't feel like going for a swim," Kaz heard a voice that could hardly be made out through the fabric in front of the mouth. Still, Kaz could hear that the voice sounded feminine and didn't quite match the Reaper Kaz had in front of him. `Why is she whispering?’ Kaz wondered and paused to look at the girl, because that was what she had to be. But through the hood and mask he couldn't see anything except a pair of dark eyes that glared at him angrily.

The girl used the short pause to tighten her grip. She had amazing strength in her arm and managed to pull Kaz onto the ladder. Kaz found support with his foot on the lowest step but was now so close to the girl that he felt the panic collapse over him. Everything went black and he only heard the curse the girl uttered before the darkness completely enveloped him.

"What the hell- ?!" (Y/N) wrapped her arm around the boy's chest to keep him on the ladder, but he sagged completely and dragged her into the water. (Y/N) reappeared with a splutter, still holding the boy.

"Holy shit, is that cold!" she cursed and paddled back to the ladder to grab it with one hand.

"Hey, wake up! Wake up!” she shook him, but he didn't react. She felt for a pulse – why should she bother when he is already dead? With bated breath she waited - and felt a pulse. Alive but unconscious.

"Shit, what now?" she thought. Let go of him? No, that was out of question. (Y/N) looked up and counted the stairs. Seven. She could do seven. She was a good deal taller than him and had a strong upper body from all the sword training. She pulled the boy's arms over her shoulders, so his chest was pressed against her back and tied his wrists with her belt to keep him from slipping off during the ascent. She pulled herself up on the first step. The boy hung on her back like a heavy backpack.

'Thank God he's so emaciated, otherwise this would never work,' (Y/N) thought.

After three steps she had to readjust the boy's arms, her own burning from the effort of lifting herself and easily 45 kilograms of dead weight.

"Why am I doing this to myself again?! For a pair of pretty eyes? I must be completely crazy," (Y/N) grumbled to herself.

After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N) heaved herself and the boy over the quay wall. With her eyes closed she lay on her side panting to catch her breath. She untied the boy's hands and sat up.

'I'll have sore muscles tomorrow,' she thought as she rolled her shoulders to relieve the tension in her cramped joints. She looked at the boy who was still unconscious. She shook his shoulder again to wake him, but again he didn't move.

"Oh, isn't that convenient for you," (Y/N) muttered, "If you think I'll drag you just a meter further, you're wrong."

She looked around, you could already see dawn looming at the horizon, and she really had to hurry to get back to her room and change.

Again, she looked at the dark-haired boy. He was so pale, and his cheekbones were sharp against his face. 'If I leave him here and he dies, the whole effort would be in vain,' she thought. (Y/N) got up with a sigh, fastened her swords – which fortunately were still where she had left them – and grabbed one of his arms.

"So much on the topic 'Not one meter further'," (Y/N) thought. She slung him over her shoulder and pulled and dragged the boy toward the boarding house.

"He’ll be safe there for the time being and can recover. It’s time to look for something new anyway. I just take him there and then I'm really gone," (Y/N) debated quietly to herself.

TBC

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 3 years

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Uhm...surprise!

Giveaway winner for @ophoney Full NSFW alphabet w/ Eustass Kid!

I'm so sorry with my breaks, sudden interest dip for one piece, and Kid being a character I struggle writing for, I'm so sorry that this took as long as it did but it's finally here! I really hope you enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Answered here.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eutass Kid is most definitely a boob/pec type of guy and blood just absolutely gushes to his dick if you so happen to wear clothing that shows them off. During sexy times the very moment your shirt is pulled off your head it's guaranteed that his mouth will latch onto your nipples (and sometimes he'll even give the occasional honk with his hand) He just really likes the squishy feeling in his hand, lips, and under his teeth it doesn't matter how big or small your chest is a chest and he wants nothing more but to rub his cock between and just soak it with his come. It's very common to find both smudges of his lipstick and flakes of dried come smeared on your chest afterwards.

On himself he would have to say - besides whole damn body (he knows he looks good) if he had to make a decision it would have to be his arms - well now just arm thanks to Red Haired, the man is strong and it about gets right to his dick if while sitting on his lap either on the deck of the Victoria Punk or in some booth at a random bar you just ran your fingers down ever so teasingly down his arms to come and give his muscles a squeeze (a honk, if you will) and this gets him extra hard and so since he loves getting a little rough with you be expected not to be in your place on his lap for very long to be slammed down on any given surface with his strength before clenching on tightly to your wrist and going to town on you from behind all the while he mutters all the dirtiest things to your ear anyone near be dammed (and Killer has had to apologize to countless of bar owners in the new world because of his captain's horny decisions)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Kid's cum is extremely thick and given his appetite, it tastes sort of bland but nothing too bad. He definitely likes seeing it on your skin, his personal favorite thing to do is busting inside of you then pulling out and watching all of his juices just flood out of your hole, that and how you look at him with lust dulled eyes and how your lips look as you pant down from your high, it's just the type of sight that always gets him ready for more rounds.

The man treats your come as if it were crack once he gets some he can't get enough of it with how he's addicted to the way you taste. If he could, he would fucking live off of it. Sure receiving is fun and all but Kid has learned that giving is just as good, his oral game is very strong sure the first few times can be awkward but once he gets the full mental view of your body and all of your spots in his head he memorizes them and actively seeks them out to get you screaming for him. The moment your juices wash over his face does a wide grin appear on his soaked face as he tears away from your sex so you can get a good look at him to see his lipstick smudged (now smeared all over your thighs) and red hair disheveled and stuck to his forehead from sweat, before you can say anything his grin widens before commenting on how fucking good you taste before diving right back in to rock your world for more.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kid and Killer have been best friends since they were kids so the two completely trust each other completely to where I see Kid having no problem with sharing a bed partner with him and the two have had done so for many years. Sure neither of them will just casually bring it up in conversation but if you just so happen to find out and are down for it, I don't think either of them would decline.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

So like D implied he definitely has had several on and off again and one night flings that would last depending on however long the crew would stay on an island to know the basics of what to do in bed. Although back then these flings were nothing more than entertainment or just a distraction from deeper inner struggles with himself, sex was just sex and besides the basic needs of that nights partner he'd tend to be really selfish and mostly focus on his on pleasures. But once he's with you and knows you're both in it for the long hall he learns how to balance pleasure out for the both of you to where both of your needs are greatly satisfied, after he is going to become King of the Pirates after he beats Kaido and Red Haired's asses and for you to be the one right there by his side with him and the rest of the crew you definitely deserve to know his both appreciation and adoration.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Answered here.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sometimes he can be goofy without even realizing it. Like the two of you can be in the middle of doing the dirty where he's has a tight grip on your hip as he bounces you up and down his cock taking in your moans and cries and in his head he'll try and think of something smooth and sexy to say, which is a skill he can definitely do, but sometimes the sexy thought barrel just gets a few cogs stuck and he just says...the most random funny 'sexy' shit, the type that brings you out of the pleasure mindset and and to physically stop yourself from laughing. This of course gets Kid to stop mid thrust into you to demand what's so damn funny and at that that point you just lose it (this makes a pouty grumpy Kid but just give him some kisses and you should get yourself back into favor)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Kid is surprisingly very taken care of down there since he definitely cares a lot about his hygiene. The hair there is slightly lighter to the tulip that's on his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Now Kid isn't just the rough powerhouse magnet man we all came to know and love, he can actually be a gentleman at times and sometimes full blown romantic at others...just in his own way. He can be plowing you full steam ahead his hand grip tightly in yours and in grunts and groans tell you how fucking hot you looked whilst you fought those marines but his hand is tightly clasped in yours and kisses pecked all over your lower jaw to your neck before biting into your skin, taking in every moment as if it was his last. He can go multiple rounds but he always makes sure that you've at least came twice from either his tongue, fingers, or (and more preferably) his cock, he finds your needs extremely detrimental for any sexual situation and is determined to show how much he loves and appreciates you by this because those three words to him are extremely hard to personally say for him at times.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yes, he'll shamelessly admit he does it often when he's feeling for it, though not as much these days now that you're around he does what to save as much of it as he can for you after all...

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Facial; honestly on both of you, but most you. Like I said in C, Kid absolutely looks the look of his come on your skin so seeing it sprayed on your face is just absolutely gold to him.

Praise; it's simple it feeds his ego but also self esteem.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's down for doing it anywhere, but if he had to pick at least a few he'd pick; his personal shower because you both can get an easy clean then afterwards and his desk in his workshop because not only can he easily just easily fling things off of it with his fruit (since most things on it are metal) just having you bent over where he works is like one of the hottest images in the world.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Kid is still young so his sex drive is quite high so it's doesn't take much to get him horny, but one definite sure way is by either doing what I said in B squeezing (honking) his arms or wearing something that shows off your chest it'll immediately get his rocks going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kid is down to try most reasonable things at least once but he isn't a fan of using his devil fruit in bed despite the creative things he's thought of doing with it but he doesn't want to risk it by accidentally hurting you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Like I said in C, his oral game is strong and after being your throat feels like heaven around his cock and he's absolutely addicted to your taste so honestly he can go either way.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Given his nature, Kid does tend to be on the rougher side but given the situation or circumstance Kid can be extremely gentle and absolutely loving.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely 100% down at any given time just say the word and Kid will whip it out in the nearest supply closet or alley (and poor Wire has a really bad habit of stumbling upon you two at the worst possible times)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

This is Kid we're talking about, of course he's game for taking risks so doing the dirty in public absolutely thrills him. He loves pounding so restlessly into you as you have to bite on the back of your hand to keep any noises from slipping out any louder for him only to snap into you do sudden, hard, and fast that you completely gasp out and moan out his name before immediately slamming your hand back over your mouth and looking back pissed at him. Ah, it brings him such joy.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Like stated previously, Kid is still pretty young to have a high drive in him so he can rock your world for hours at a time in about 5-6 rounds before then conking out on you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yeah with the necessary resources I'd say he'd be able to build his own sex gadgets yo use on you, toys always brings a new twist to things, not that things get boring but it's always nice to have a breath of new fresh air once in awhile.

Although to use them on himself...Kid would hesitant at first but after some convincing, he does try it out and oh boy - does he fucking enjoy it. They're of course nothing compared to you but they're definitely something, and for you seeing Kid turned from well...Kid to a whimpering whining mess is always a treat to savor.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eutass Kid is one of the biggest teases of them all, both in and out of the bedroom. But in a bedroom sense, he likes to touch you and please you right like you want him to and the moment you almost crossed the threshold of pleasure he'll pull away with a grin telling you if you want to come so bad you're going to have to give him a damn good reason why he should let you. Cheeky bastard he is. But not to worry, he won't let you hanging for long (as soon as you beg for him at least)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Answered here.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kid doesn't say "I love you" a lot but there are the moments he does which are the instances he puts all of his guards and facades down and just lets you have all him. One such instance was right after he lost his arm; feeling humiliated and dead set on planning revenge Kid completely shut himself off from the rest of the crew, especially you and Killer, you're the two he feels he's let down the most after all. So of course when you try and talk to him about this he shuts you off and when you tell him he's doing just that and that you're trying to support him a loud argument breaks out - but not the usual 'Kid flips over a table and some sort of scrap metal gets thrown somewhere' argument Kid completely opens up in the most cold harshest tone and tells you how he's failed the entire crew and how he's a disgrace of a captain for letting Red Haired get away with what he did. After that the both of you go quiet as the captain slumps back to his desk in defeat. After a very long discussion the sex between the two of you that night is the most sensual you've ever had, Kid isn't rough he's practically putty in your hands as he slumps back on the pillows behind him and watches as you ride him. Kisses are pressed everywhere and while you grip tightly onto him as you get closer to your end, he says it loud and clear. It honestly shocks you at first until he repeats it again and again until you both release. In your sweaty afterglow haze his hand hesitantly cups your cheek so that you meet the very serious yet loving look in his eyes and he says the words again, promising you he's going to personally change all of this and he's going to everything in his power to find the one piece to become King.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Not a surprise but Kid acts like a huge dick and he most definitely has one to match, like previously mentioned he's pretty well groomed down there.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Again like stated previously, Kid's sex drive is high he can on on for a long time and his horny average with you in the picture and you're down to it is about at least once every other few days.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately conks out after a few minutes after busting, or sometimes immediately. He'll try to talk to you after it but eventually goes "nah fuck it, sleep." and passes out. Although it's after a quickie and there's still shit to be done he is able to compose himself to get done whatever it was he's supposed to do (bit it does encourage him to do the task faster, the man wants body holding (cuddling) time and sleep.

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ladyblogger-margie · 3 years

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Will “Ironhead” Miller – NSFW Alphabet

***Female Reader

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

Will prides himself on his excellent and gentle aftercare. It doesn’t matter if your session is rough or soft, he will make sure to take care of your every need. He will clean you up first of course, then he’ll pepper you with sweet and gentle kisses and hold you close. If the weather is hot and you’re both too sweaty for a cuddle, he’ll still find a way to be close to you by tracing patterns on your skin with his fingers or lips. He wants you to feel safe, to feel at home with him.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

Will doesn’t want to admit it, but he is very proud of his chest. It’s perfect for cuddling, but also really strong. He never misses chest day at the gym and if you want his attention all you need to do is touch his chest and he’s all yours.

His favorite part of your body is your hips. He loves grabbing onto them as he pounds into you of course, but he also loves holding them gentle as you dance together in your living room, or tracing his fingers along them while you’re making dinner and he has snuck into the kitchen to sneak a bite.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum - I am a disgusting person)

Will loves to watch his cum drip out of your wet pussy after he’s fucked you. He’ll watch your body tremble and pulse as it pushes his cum out, then he’ll push it back inside you to watch it all over again. He’ll repeat the process as long as he can. But sometimes when he can’t help himself he’ll scoop some of his cum out of your pussy and put it into your mouth, gently and tell you to suck it off his fingers.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

He wants you to peg him. He will not tell you that until he really, really trusts you. He’s not sure if this is something he’d ever feel truly comfortable enough doing with someone. But when you’ve been together a long time, and you finally admit that it’s something you’ve always fantasized about too, and you talk it out together, he lets his inhibitions go and his secret fantasy is realized.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

This man absolutely knows what he is doing. Though if you try to change up the routine or try something knew it can knock him back a bit and he’ll need your guidance to get comfortable and into the rhythm.

F = Favorite Position (Self explanatory)

He loves when you sit on his lap with his cock deep inside you. He loves to press your foreheads together and look deep into your eyes as he slowly bucks into you. You may think you’re in control since you’re technically on top, but really he sets the pace and the general intensity. He loves that from this position he can cling to your hips and rock you on his cock.

Though he also does love doggy style. This position really gives him unrestricted access to your hips and a great view to watch the cum drip out of your pussy after he finishes. He’s mostly slow and gentle, but he does let go from time to time which makes you feel absolutely wrecked.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy?)

He’s a pretty serious guy when you guys are intimate. He wants you to feel good and wants to show you how he can take care of you. That being said, if something happens then sure he’ll giggle with you and make you feel comfortable. However, he does that with the intention of strengthening your bond and deepening a connection.

H = Hair (Are they well groomed?)

This man is one of the most meticulously well-groomed men there is. His facial hair is always immaculate and neatly trimmed which matches his pubic hair. He’s never hairless, except across his chest – he doesn’t want anything to hide the work he’s put in to shape his chest just right.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

Will Miller is so present. He is known for his ability to track numbers and his devotion to order, and all that does is make him more attentive. He knows that if you do an extra sun-salutation during your morning yoga routine it’s because you had a bad dream, and if you sneeze twice in a row it means you’re getting sick. He knows you in the small ways. That includes when you two are having sex. He knows every inch of your body and what every sound you make actually means. He knows you completely.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

When he was single, he was a twice a week masturbator mostly as a way to relax. He has a routine and he sticks to it. However when you showed up in his life, he rarely does it anymore as the two of you take care of his needs together. There is the occasional time when you’re out of town for work and you sent him a particularly naughty photo or text message and he just can’t help himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves to tie you up. He’ll tie your wrists to the headboards, or behind your back and bring you apart slowly. He loves to tie you up starfished on the bed and leave you there while he does the dinner dishes or makes a couple of work calls. Then when he’s good and ready, maybe, maybe he’ll let you cum before he fucks you. The whole time though, he tells how proud of you he is, and how you’re his good girl.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

He loves to fuck you in front of a fireplace on some blankets and pillows. He loves the strength of the floor beneath him with the warmth from the fireplace that helps create a thin slick of sweat over your body which he kisses and licks up with pleasure. He loves the act of collecting the blankets and the pillows together and laying them out just so.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

Will loves when you caress his chest, if you want him to take you, then and there, all you need to do is sneak your fingers underneath his shirt and across his ripped chest. If you can’t get your hands on him, bending over in front of him with no underwear on will absolutely set him off. He loves, loves your pussy.

N = No (Something they will not do. Turn offs.)

He will not slap you. That is a hard rule, he’ll compromise with some playful spanking if you ask, but a slap on the face is something he will never do. The violence of that is too triggering for him and he’s afraid to let go that way around you, afraid he may actually hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

He loves, loves to give oral. He loves making you fall apart with his mouth. He will live between your legs if you let him. He will spend hours and hours with his lips on your clit and around the lips of your pussy. It’s not always about pulling an orgasm from you, sometimes it’s just to help calm your mind. Though he’ll never deny you a release if you beg.

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

Most of the time Will likes things very slow, very sensual. He is never in a rush and just wants to stay in the moment with you. He likes being able to look back at your time together and genuinely remember the soft touches and gentle caresses. He loves to slowly pull an “I love you” from your lips as he stares into your eyes as he fucks you softly.

However, sometimes a good fuck is absolutely called for and that’s when you’re left with bruises on your hips from the grip of his fingers. His pace is so hard and fast you will not be able to walk after he’s finished with you.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

He is never going to turn down a chance to be close to you, but quickies aren’t really his style. He loves to take his time with you and quickies just leave him wanting more. Generally quickies are just him eating you out whenever he gets a chance.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is surprisingly not a big risk taker himself, and doesn’t feel the need to experiment much. He likes his routines and knows he’s good at the skills he’s already developed. Though if you asked him, he’d try (almost) anything as long as you both agreed on a safe word and talked through things first.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

He’s in pretty good shape, but he is starting to get a little older. He can normally get two rounds in pretty confidently though. Though sometimes they blend together into one marathon session that leaves you both exhausted and totally spent. One thing is for sure, he is never finished until you’ve cum at least twice.

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

He does not own any toys, that is until you two take the plunge and invest in a strap to use together (See D = Dirty Secret). He does love that you own a vibrator. He insists you bring it with you if you ever leave town for work or any other reason. Then when you two talk on the phone in your hotel room he loves to listen to you use your vibrator.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Will loves to tease. One time, which you will never ever use against him, he came just from spending all afternoon teasing you. He will tease you by sending very detailed messages about what he will do to you when you both get home from work. He loves to edge you over and over again until you’re crying and begging for your release. Also see K = Kink.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

This man is dead silent. Sometimes you can surprise a soft moan from his lips and if your session is a little more wild than usual – which usually happens after a stressful experience or thanks to either really good or really bad news – he can’t help but grunt through his exertion. If he calls you a good girl, it’s so quiet that the first time you said it you weren’t sure he intended for you to hear it.

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

He has serious abandonment issues. This leads to some hot and cold behavior towards you that can be frustrating and confusing at first. Once you get to know him better though, you start to be able to read his cues and better understand this behaviour. It can also lead to him being clingy with you. Most of the time it’s actually really sweet and adorable, but every now and then it leads to a fight. The way you guys make up though, it’s almost worth the fight.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Will is PACKING. They do not call him Ironhead for nothing. He’ll generally tell people the PG version, that he is stubborn and that’s what led to the nickname. You even believed that version too, until you two finally hooked up and he showed you the real truth. He was thick, like you’re not sure how he’s supposed to fit, thick, and yet he’s got some serious length too and that’s what really lead to the Ironhead moniker.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He does his best to compartmentalize all aspects of his life. This helps him maintain his sex drive as a secondary impulse. Before you, he had a simple masturbation schedule and didn’t turn a thought to it beyond that. However, once you showed up and helped him relax a bit more, he opened himself up to be more vulnerable and along with that, really unleashed his sexuality, much to your pleasure.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He never falls asleep before you if he can help it. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of before he can even think about falling asleep himself. One time though after a rainy day when you two spent all afternoon fucking in front of the fireplace he did drift to sleep while you ran your fingers through his hair. You let him stay there until his stomach rumbled with hunger so loud he woke himself up.

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boltwrites · 4 years

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Mako Headcanons - NSFW

A/N: this is part one of a two part general Mako headcanons set! just some spicy headcanons for a spicy fire boy! fair warning that some of this is nasty because he’s nasty.

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Disclaimer

Mako is a complicated character. a lot of these headcanons focus more on books 1-3 Mako. book 4 and after, he’s a bit more open about his emotions and as such is more emotional in bed

books 1-3 Mako is more likely to initiate hookups and other no-strings relationships. book 4+ he’s ready for a more committed relationship, and although it would still take him a while to be emotional around you (especially submissive) he would be a lot more open to working on himself and making those changes so that you two could have a more well-rounded relationship - in all aspects, including those that are sexual

General

starting with size, Mako’s a... decently sized boy. he clocks in at around 8-9 inches, with relatively average girth. big enough to please, but not so large that he would make the average person uncomfortable

when it comes to experience, Mako’s an enigma. he acts like a guy who’s been with multiple people before you, and he’s certainly experienced once you get him in the bedroom. but for the life of you, you can’t tell if he’s been with one to two other people, or if he’s been with dozens. the man is a mystery

however, this can create problems. sometimes he thinks that he knows exactly what you like just because he’s done it with other people, but it doesn’t work that way with you. he doesn’t like admitting he’s wrong, so it can be a little awkward for him to admit he isn’t some all-knowing sex god

he doesn’t see sex as something inherently romantic. he sees sex as a means for release for the two of you, and as such he doesn’t mind one night stands or friends with benefits. he’s ok if you don’t want to get involved, and sometimes if you start off in a fuck buddy relationship, it can be difficult for him to switch gears and realize that you want a committed relationship

even though Mako can separate sex and romantic intimacy, he can be a romantic lover, when he really loves and cares for someone. it can take him some time to reach this level of trust with a partner, because it makes him feel vulnerable, but once you earn his trust, he can be just as gentle and loving as he is rough and kinky

speaking of kinky, Mako’s adventurous when it comes to sex. he has a few kinks he’s already aware of, and he’s open to new ones as well. he likes a partner that is at least somewhat open to experimental sex and exploring new kinks with him, even if not all of them pan out

Mako is a dominant top by default. he likes to tell his partners what to do, and he’s not afraid to try and break bratty bottoms

he’s not too vocal in bed. it’s mostly grunts and very quiet moans, the occasional breathless moan of your name. he’s able to keep his composure, and that makes him unreasonably good at dirty talk

he has. a LOT of stamina. it takes him a longer time than most to come, and while this is very good for partners who like longer sessions, for partners who come quickly this can actually be annoying, as they can become overstimulated waiting for Mako to finally finish

his desire to cuddle directly correlates to his relationship with you outside of the bedroom. if you’re dating, he would like to cuddle, but his aloof attitude means he won’t ask for it if you don’t seem interested. however, if you’re just there for casual sex, he’s up and out the door before you’ve even recovered from your session together

his sex drive is slightly more active than the average person. for Mako, he not only sees sex as a means for release between two parties, but also as a skill he can hone, which can be strange for some of his partners

Top/Dominant Mako

Mako is a very dominant top. he’s a very dominant person and he’s used to being in charge. he knows exactly what he wants and how to get you there

Mako loves teasing his partners as well as edging them. if you share this kink, he’ll keep you on the edge until you’re practically sobbing, begging him to let you come

he’s also a fan of light bdsm themes, like having punishments if you don’t follow his orders. this would obviously require some discussion beforehand, but if you’re into it as well, he’s got a lot to bring to the table. he likes degradation and also using you for his own personal pleasure, if that’s your thing. if that’s too much, he’s also into spanking and restraints

he’s not a big foreplay guy. honestly, he lasts so long in bed he hasn’t felt the need to really develop those skills. he’s ok with a fingerbang in a pinch, but his head game isn’t the best. he’s a big baby when his jaw gets tired

his default speed is hard and rough. he can literally rail you so hard the bed breaks, he has the stamina and strength for it

he’s into risky sex in the sense that he loves it when he works you up in public and you have to run off to a closet or something because you’re pleading for him to take you in front of everyone

his favorite positions are doggy and the variation of missionary where your legs are over his shoulders. he’s not as big a fan of cowgirl positions, he gets antsy because he can’t control the pace as well

he also likes marking you, biting, and choking. he’s uh, rough

he likes marking and claiming in all its aspects. he likes to pull out and paint you with his come

Bottom/Submissive Mako

unlocking submissive Mako is a very special feat indeed

Mako doesn’t like being submissive. he’s been in control and making decisions for basically his entire life. he sees himself as a provider and leader, and he trusts himself to make important decisions with poise and intelligence. however, he doesn’t usually trust others to make those decisions, or even much smaller, less significant decisions, especially for him. in a way, he’s too independent, and you’ll need to work on your relationship outside of sex for him to trust you enough to bottom for you

once you’ve got him comfortable though... oho. Mako’s definitely more vocal as a bottom, and more reactive as well. while he’s incredibly collected as a top, as a bottom he can be a gasping mess

he can be a brat in the sense that he has a lot of pride as a bottom. he doesn’t like to beg or plead, and he resists following orders that he sees as demeaning, even if he secretly would enjoy the activity (like dressing in fancy lingerie, or kneeling for his partner)

it takes him significantly less time to come when he bottoms, and this embarrasses him to no end. it’s hot though.

his most prominent kinks when he’s bottoming are praise, ass play (he is. weak for getting pegged but he refuses to admit it), and most bdsm. he loves being given orders and having some sexual related punishment if he doesn’t complete them (like restrictions on when he’s allowed to come or jack off, being forced to edge himself, etc)

he swears he doesn’t need aftercare. he does. he absolutely does. his version of aftercare differs in that he prefers just hanging out with you, listening to the radio or drifting off to sleep. he likes gentle, non-obvious aftercare that tells him you love him, without you doting on him like he’s incapable of caring for himself (which to him is more of an insult). if you bathe him as aftercare for example, he would want to help wash you as well and might deny you the opportunity to scrub his hair

#mako x reader #mako x you #lok mako #mako avatar #mine

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saizoswifey · 4 years

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Nezu Jinpachi

{N//SFW HC’s}

~Happy happy birthday, Jinpachi! And congrats again on your main story release! I think it goes without saying, since he doesn’t have any solo content in English yet but; A few very light spoilers for his route/events tied in here, so be warned!

Jinpachi

Actually not a virgin. He doesn’t have a string of lovers tied around his waist, but there were a few trysts while he was at port or wandering from place to place. Perhaps one he thought might develop into more, but fizzled out.

He’s never had a lover since coming to Ueda, though.

When he feels pent up, he simply masturbates. His home is unknown to virtually everyone in the castle, so he doesn’t have to worry about people interrupting him in the middle of the act. He has a handful of tasteful erotic drawings hidden away and uses those for inspiration before meeting you.

He doesn’t get the urge to jack off more than once a week, but his desires grow stronger once he meets you and he finds himself getting hard just thinking about you when he’s alone

An ass man, but he really likes everything. Prefers a slightly thicker MC as well

He’s huge, and it’s no surprise he has a rather large cock. (In one of his CG’s, his hand is as big as MC’s head, so...) The man is pACKIN. It’s straight, it’s not overly thick, but if you are a size queen you are going to be very happy.

He’s also extremely well groomed and clean, he takes super good care of himself. As right hand to the heir of a prominent clan, and especially one such as Nobuyuki, he has an image to upkeep. Luckily, it’s in his personality to be well kempt from his styled hair to his trim pubic hair.

Biggest turn-ons are domestic things. When your hands are on him wrapping his wounds or you’re both enjoying a quiet evening in his room and you make him tea and feed him sweets. Or seeing you darning his hems by lamplight.

He loves your touch. He finds the warmth you bring to his simple life incredibly sexy, and he will pounce on you many times over during these moments, just to remind you of how much he loves you

Also has a kink for being told what to do. His subservient attitude does not end at the bedclothes. Tell him where you want him, how you want him, when you want him. He’ll do anything you ask, just say it.

Tell him to use his mouth, that you want to be fingered, tell him how fast and hard to fuck you or when you want him to come (or not come!)

Nobuyuki is much better about forcing him to take alone time for himself now that you’re together.

That being said, Jinpachi is a man of action. In everything he does, he wastes no time and gets right to the point. So when he’s ready to fuck you, be prepared for the 0-100 intensity.

I’m talking up against a wall, grabbing you and tossing the shit off of surfaces to lay you down for him right then and there. When he has the time--he doesn’t waste a second.

He’ll surprise you by coming out of nowhere, you suddenly feel his hand tracing up your thigh to the underside of your ass for a squeeze from behind before it swiftly moves between your legs.

“I want you...” he whispers to the crook of your neck, and it surprises you how quickly his hand between your legs is making you wet and dizzy. “I need you...now.”

Though he can be rough in how quickly and passionately sex begins, and despite the fact that he would remain rough with you if it was you asked of him, he is quite a tender lover.

There are lots of warm smiles, and he enjoys gazing into your eyes while you fuck. Also loves to hold your hand during sex.

Loves positions where you can face each other and kiss. Favorite is you in his lap, bodies close, just rocking into each other and he can enjoy being deep and as close as possible to you, and feel every tension of your pleasure as you cling to him. Plus, he’s tall, so it’s the best way to fuck you without feeling like he’s overpowering you.

He also really enjoys lay-down sex from behind. It works because he also finds morning sex very romantic and convenient. He wakes up very early, so he couldn’t imagine a better start to the day than to love you in the early hours, slip into you from behind under the bedclothes and start his day moaning shared “I love you’s” before sneaking off. You’ll usually drift back off to sleep after and wake up to a little note and fresh fruit by your pillow.

Jinpachi really really really loves seeing you in barely anything. A thin silk robe just barely draped over your bare body after bathing, your nightclothes messed and just a hair away from revealing your most hidden parts. The images are burned into his mind and many times he uses them for masturbation. He thinks these sides of you are the sexiest.

Can actually be smiley and light-hearted during sex. That’s his heart taking over. But he doesn’t mind smiling and laughing if you move the wrong way, or almost get caught by someone. Sometimes yoou’ll just catch him blushing and smiling and when you ask why he’ll just say,

“I’m really happy.” “You look so beautiful.”

Kissing his jaw is a major turn on for him, as well as guiding his hands where you want them to touch you. He also really loves your hands on his abs and gripping his sides while he thrusts.

Another major turn on is just hearing you moan his name. It’s typical but something about it just lights a fire inside of him and he’ll be doing everything to try and hold back from fucking you senseless

Jinpachi is also very vocal in bed, probably the one place you’ll hear him speak more than anywhere else. He definitely lets loose, there’s a lot of grunting and panting, but he also is the type to moan your name a lot between I love you’s.

He’s also periodically asking if it feels good, do you like that pace, are you okay? etc.

His pace depends on you, most of the time. He could pound your pussy at full speed for three hours straight if you’d let him, but he usually ends up doing a variety of speeds depending on how your body is responding to him that day. If you seem needy and ready to feel him, he has enough power to easily satisfy you and have you immobile at the end of his thrusts. And if you seem sensitive and tender, he’s going slow and scooping his hips so his cock can caress your walls just right.

He’s pretty blunt about his PDA. He is almost never embarrassed or self-conscious unless it’s in regards to how you view him (i.e. his eating too fast or not being talkative enough for you).

He can be pretty possessive, not in a negative way, but it manifests in the way he looks out for and cares for you above all else. It has to do with the way he grew up, but his desire to never lose you is strong. He’s fiercely protective of you, and will act however boldly necessary in order to send the message that you are with him. Holding hands, kissing you, embracing you etc. he will have no shame.

It isn’t a rare occurrence for him to be secretly following you as you wander around town and then throw a rock at or trip anyone who seems to be following you, or to show up and wrap his arm around you if some other guy is trying to flirt.

Since he’s often so busy, you guys regularly exchange love notes (sometimes of the sexy variety) between each other. Because his libido is increased after beginning a relationship with you, he does keep a few on hand for sinspiration on those lonely nights when he’s away.

Absolutely loses it every single time you give him head. He’s not used to receiving services. He’s putty in your hands, and its one of the only times you see him squirm and fluster. His cheeks are red, he’s biting at his knuckles, his broad chest expanding almost enough to block his view of your head bobbing up and down in his lap.

“Mm!--ahhh...your tongue...that feels so good...w-wait, shit, if you suck like that I’ll come”

He’s surprised and taken back every time, but bonus points if you suck him off after sex when he’s extra sensitive

Because of this, he usually persuades you to turn blow jobs into 69 so he doesn’t have to feel as put on the spot and he can have something to focus that energy on--eating the fuck out of your pussy

He’s marvelous at eating you out. He loves it. He loves the way you smell, the way you taste, getting to feel your ass while he does it, getting to make you so dripping wet that he can slide his cock in without fear of hurting or tearing you. He has a pretty wide tongue, not abnormally so, but it feels heavenly and it’s not shy to travel around every part of your body.

Brushing his lush lips against your folds and giving tight suckles on your clit, “you’re extra wet today...can you feel it? Even your thighs are sticky. I can’t wait to slip inside you, the way you’re twitching is too erotic. Do you want me to keep going? I don’t mind continuing until you come again.”

This mans mouth is so good he can suck an intense orgasm out of you in less than 3 minutes.

His stamina is one of his best attributes in the bedroom. It’s astounding that he can go several long, long rounds and at the end of it he hasn’t even broken a sweat.

There has been more than one occasion of you guys breaking a table, various furniture, and twice the shoji door, during sex. It’s usually so impassioned that Jinpachi doesn’t realize his own strength or what you guys are leaning on, but its always something you can giggle about together afterward

Lives for coming inside of you. He’s actually pretty turned on at the idea of impregnating you, but it takes a while for him to warm up to the idea of inviting even more people into a life he was certain he would lead alone next to Nobuyuki.

So for a while, all he feels comfortable doing is coming in your mouth or on your body from whatever position it is that you were in. He doesn’t really get off on jerking it onto a particular part of your body except for onto the outside of your pussy so he can use it like lube and continue to tease your clit with his head. He’ll clean it up for you before you can even blink.

Sometimes ends up marking you in visible places on accident. At first, he was blasé about it, and blunt when, say, Saizo mentions the mark in a teasing way. But once he sees you’re shy, he’ll feel badly and try to style your hair in a way that covers it or help you put on makeup etc.

Absolutely melts when you worship and kiss his scar while stroking him off.

Quickie’s happen often when there’s a lot going on in the castle. You become no stranger to the heated 15 minute fuck fest in a seldom visited storeroom or sneaky bedroom tryst between meal services/meetings.

Only a few times has one of the maids been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of you hauled off over Jinpachi’s shoulder. And Saizo’s learned a new Judging You™ form of teasing when you stumble back into the kitchen with flushed cheeks and hair a mess to find he’s been waiting to have you make him some dango

He’s actually quite a bit of a tease? He loves to randomly touch you when no one is looking, or swoop in for a super passionate kiss. If you’re cooking in the kitchen you may randomly take hold of your hand and suck your fingers in his mouth, “Delicious.” He likes to get you thinking about him long before the day winds down and he’s ready to get down to business.

Kingly in aftercare because he doesn’t get winded--like, ever. So while you’re a puddly mess on the floor barely able to walk, he could still run a few miles. He mostly loves to just hold your limp body in a tight tight embrace and smell your hair and feel your skin to his skin. Lots of kisses on the neck etc, not meant to incite more passion but just because he can’t contain his love for you. He’ll make tea and bring you food if you still feel unable to get up from the floor, and he’ll tease you about feeding you if you want him to.

#sorry its a day late bby I fail #I have a fic too but im being more picky than I anticipated lol SOON #slbp #samurai love ballad party #slbp jinpachi #nezu jinpachi #n//sfw headcanons #my writing

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pickalilywrites · 3 years

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i hope everyone is enjoying s4~ i think someone asked me to write a fabi a little while ago so i finally did haha ^^ i hope you guys enjoy~

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From the Top of the Mountain

Fabi. Canon Divergence.

10069 words.

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“You know Falco likes you,” Zofia tells Gabi one day as their class hikes up the mountain. It was a trek they took every three months, a test to measure their stamina and mental strength. The students complained about it each time, but there were fewer and fewer students to complain about it each time the mountain rolled around. In some cases it was because the students had dropped out of the Warrior Candidacy Program on their own, but most of the time it was because they were unable to keep up with the high standards they were required to pass to stay in consideration. That was fine with Gabi. It was less competition for her.

Gabi blows her bangs out of her face with a huff. “Of course, I know Falco likes me,” she replies with a roll of her eyes. Everyone knows that Falco likes her. Only an idiot wouldn’t notice the way he stares at her, eyes as wide as the moon whenever they were in the same room. She doesn’t particularly mind it. Other people might think it’s a hassle, but Gabi really doesn’t care just so long as Falco’s little crush doesn’t get in her way. And, really, most of the time he lagged so far behind her that she didn’t even remember him and his infatuation for her until someone brought it up.

Take now, for instance. In their class of fifteen, all of them are steadily making their way up the mountain, but Gabi and Zofia are clearly in the lead. Even their instructor is trailing meters behind them, completely out of sight. It’s not such a big deal if some students are ahead. They’ve walked this trail before and Gabi’s confident she can navigate through the forest and to the top without any guide. It’s the people in the back that should be worried. Some people just don’t have the mental fortitude or the stamina to hike up the mountain. Gabi wouldn’t be surprised if a handful of kids dropped out of the program after this. Not Falco, though. Falco would never give up even though Gabi is fairly certain that he’s one of the kids trailing at the very back of the group, panting profusely even though they’re hardly halfway up the path. Udo will probably have to half-carry their friend up the mountain himself. To be honest, sometimes Gabi doesn’t understand why he’s still training to become a Warrior.

“You could be a little nicer to him, you know,” Zofia says with a click of her tongue. “You know you’re part of the reason why he’s even going through all this.” She waves her hand around vaguely to indicate what “this” is.

Gabi snorts. “I never asked him to. It’s his own fault if he’s suffering,” she tells Zofia.

There are more honorable reasons to pursue the title of a Warrior. Falco should be like the rest of his peers, Gabi thinks. He should train for a Warrior as a way to apologize for the sins of his ancestors. Only a few have the chance to prove themselves in that way, and Falco is lucky he’s still under consideration. Then again, it’s not as if he has to. His brother Colt is practically confirmed as the successor of the Beast Titan, so his family will already be one of the few that will be accepted into Marleyan society despite their Eldian ancestry. But it’s not as if he should let this stop him. With Gabi's own cousin being the holder of the Armored Titan, Gabi’s family is also bestowed the same honors as Falco’s will be, but being chosen as a Warrior herself is a personal honor Gabi would like to achieve. In a way, it would be an even higher honor than having a Warrior in the family. She’s not sure if any Eldian family had ever had two members wield Titans. She could make the Brauns the first to have two members sacrifice themselves for the Marleyan Empire. Gabi’s certain that Falco’s motivations aren’t nearly as honorable as hers. In fact, she’d go so far as to say that he’s purely selfish in his pursuit to become a Warrior. She says as much to Zofia.

“Really?” Zofia asks with a quirk of her eyebrow. Gabi’s companion shrugs, eyes looking skyward. “You know, some people might describe it as romantic, someone risking his life just to be with you.”

Gabi can only scoff. “He’s getting in the way of others that actually want to serve Marley,” says Gabi. “It’s shameless the way he’s acting.” She doesn’t understand why anyone would go through such grueling training just to stand beside her. Falco’s focus should solely be on becoming a Warrior and seeking forgiveness for the terrible deeds of his family. And, besides, his attempts are pathetic at best. His evaluation scores are nowhere near good enough for him to be considered as a successor to one of the current Titan holders. It would take a miracle for him to be chosen; nearly all of their classmates would have to drop out and, frankly, Gabi can’t see that happening.

“I suppose so,” Zofia murmurs, looking disinterestedly into the distance. She’s never been one to hold onto a conversation for long.

They walk together in silence. The only sounds on the mountain are the chirping of birds, the running stream, and the crinkle of leaves beneath scampering animals as they try to pass by undetected by the young cadets. A few times they stop, always because Zofia begs for a break so that they can pause to refill their canteens in the nearby stream or so that they can sit down and rest. Gabi can walk all day. If she were to go alone, she’d reach the top of the mountain an hour or two before the rest of her class arrived, but Zofia doesn’t have the same amount of stamina as Gabi does. The blonde tires a little more easily than Gabi, and she hates hiking up mountains. She despises the little bugs that come out and sting her whenever she’s not looking, and she hates how the air thins out and makes it more difficult for her to breathe the higher up they go. Gabi doesn’t mind any of it. She likes how it hurts her lungs the longer she hikes, and she shows off the angry red bumps on her arms and neck to everyone she knows the next day like they’re badges of honor. The only reason she ever waited for Zofia was because it was boring to hike all alone in the quiet with only nature to surround her. It was nicer to have someone to talk to, although she wished Zofia wouldn’t talk about such trivial things.

It’s their fifth stop and Gabi is lying on a fallen trunk, ignoring the way Zofia squeals about how bugs will crawl in her hair. A good shower will wash them all away, Gabi reasons. She lays there with her hands folded on her stomach. The girl stares up at the little pieces of the sky that manage to peek out from between the trees. Bored, she reaches up, making an O-shape with her hand as if trapping the blue of the sky before closing her fist.

“Should we wait for the others?” Zofia asks after returning from refilling their canteens. She throws Gabi’s canteen at her feet, the container falling beside the log with a large thunk! Uncapping her canteen, Zofia takes a large swig of hers, making sure to wipe at her chin when water begins to dribble down it. “It’s boring when we get to the top alone. Don’t you want to enjoy the view with everyone else?”

Gabi pouts. Her finger wraps around a stray lock of hair, twirling it around. “We’re not alone, we have each other,” she points out, but Zofia only rolls her eyes. “Besides, they always take too long coming up here. We’d have to wait forever.”

“We wouldn’t have to wait forever,” Zofia insists. She kicks at the ground, kicking up leaves and dust. “I heard voices a while ago. A few people should probably be nearby. It won’t take them that long to catch up to us.”

Gabi makes a scandalized noise. She doesn’t remember the last time anyone had come close to catching up with her on a hike. Maybe the first few times when she had first entered the program, but that was because she was new to the trail and she hadn’t yet built up her stamina. Even when she had begun hiking with Zofia, it would take the next group of people at least fifteen minutes to catch up. Most of the time it took them half an hour. Was she getting slower?

Zofia stares absentmindedly into the forest, playing with the cap of her canteen. She looks quite pleased with herself. A little too pleased.

“We’ve been taking a lot more breaks than we usually do,” Gabi realizes as she narrows her eyes suspiciously at her friend. She sits up suddenly, glaring accusingly at Zofia. Her dark hair begins to fall messily out of her bun, but all Gabi does is brush it away from her face impatiently. “Zofia, you slowed us down on purpose, didn’t you?”

The accused looks down at her fingers and inspects her cuticles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe you,” Gabi scoffs in disbelief. She stands up from the log and snatches up her canteen, holding it by the strap and swinging it over her shoulder. She stomps over to Zofia and scowls. “You can relax and have your little meet-up then. I’m going ahead. I don’t need you to slow me down.” She’s about to turn around and storm off when Zofia grabs her by the wrist and pulls her back.

“Okay, fine, I tricked you,” Zofia says, biting her bottom lip. At least now she has the decency to look guilty about what she’s done. Her hands fall to her sides and she fidgets from foot to foot. “I just … wanted to make sure everyone was alright, but I know you don’t like waiting for people. I didn’t know how to tell you. And I was afraid you wouldn’t want to wait with me.”

Gabi looks carefully at Zofia, assessing the blonde’s confession. For a second, she doesn’t believe Zofia’s words, but Gabi knows it’s only her anger that wants to believe that. Zofia has always had a soft heart. She cared about people far too much. Gabi would say that was her biggest flaw. If there were anything that would prevent Zofia from being chosen, it would be that. Gabi hates being tricked, but she also hates seeing Zofia wracked with concern over their comrades.

“Fine,” Gabi huffs, sitting herself down on her log again. She crosses her legs and folds her arms across her chest. Zofia smiles brightly at her, but the brunette stubbornly looks away. “We’ll wait for them just this once, but we’ll reach the top without them. This stretch is the most difficult anyway. If they can make it this far, then the rest of the path will be easy.”

“Oh, thank you, Gabi!” Zofia bounds over to where Gabi sits, wrapping the pouting brunette in a bone-crushing hug. She doesn’t let go, instead choosing to sit beside Gabi and nuzzle her face into her friend’s neck.

“You care way too much about everyone,” Gabi scolds, but she smiles as she brushes a lock of blond hair away from her friend’s face.

They spend the next few minutes trying to identify the various bird calls in the forest, sometimes imitating them the best they could before falling into a fit of giggles. Gabi was never good with identifying different animals and plants. Sure, she could tell if a shriek in the forest was a bird or a deer ― the two calls were vastly different ― but Zofia could tell the different kinds of birds just by the way they chirped or flapped their wings, at least half the time. The only person better than Zofia was probably Udo. The boy wasn’t as good as the girls at hiking up a mountain, but he could probably survive here for a week or two longer.

It takes the rest of the class less time than Gabi thought to catch up. The first few groups find Gabi and Zofia after five minutes, choosing to sit down and recharge with the girls instead of going on by themselves. If Gabi were them, she would have kept going, but they probably thought they were making good progress if they could catch up to her. Maybe if they knew that Gabi had been tricked into making so many unnecessary stops they would think differently. The instructor comes a few minutes later and the majority of their class trails behind.

It’s almost painful to have to wait for everyone. Gabi tried to drag Zofia out of the rest stop and back onto the trail, but Zofia stubbornly refused to move from the stump she was seated on.

“You said we could wait for everyone,” Zofia reminds her.

“I didn’t think you meant everyone everyone,” Gabi says exasperatedly. She tugs on Zofia’s sleeve again, but Zofia only frowns at her. “Come on, almost everyone came already and people are already starting to hike again. We’re going to fall behind. It’ll look better if we come in first. You know that.”

“We always do that. And, besides, we could catch up to everyone easily,” Zofia points out. She kicks her legs up and down in the air, pouting. “Come on, it’s not like we have very many people left to wait for. It’s really just Udo and Falco left.”

They could take forever, Gabi wants to snap, but she knows Zofia hates it whenever she speaks poorly about their friends even if it’s true. Miffed, the young cadet whirls around in a huff and decides to relax by herself by the stream, picking up a stick so that she can wet the tip and draw different patterns in the dirt as she waits.

Ten minutes pass and most of their classmates that had stopped by have already left, much to Gabi’s annoyance. Every time someone leaves, she glances back at Zofia to see if she’s ready to leave but Zofia just sits patiently, whistling in response to some bird call in the forest. When at last it’s only the two of them, even the instructor stands up and announces that he’s going to go up the trail and that he’ll meet them up there if they’re not going to join him. Gabi almost wants to run after the man and leave Zofia behind, but she knows Zofia would never forgive her. If there’s anyone who knows how to hold a grudge, it’s Zofia.

“Zofia, can we please, please leave?” Gabi begs after tossing her stick aside. She’s sitting on her knees unhappily, looking up at Zofia with her biggest puppy eyes. Unfortunately, Zofia isn’t one to be easily swayed.

“You’re so impatient,” Zofia scolds.

Gabi would argue differently. If anything, she’s been overly patient waiting for everyone to arrive. It’s Udo’s and Falco’s fault for taking such a long time. They should know how to pace themselves properly so that they can make their way steadily up the mountain. They’re probably taking far too many breaks for far too long. Most of the time Gabi feels sorry for their instructor for having to wait for everyone to reach the top of the mountain before leaving, but right now she only feels sorry for herself for being tricked. Next time they make this trek, she’s going to leave everyone including Zofia in her dust.

There’s an audible crack that can be heard down the path. Zofia turns her head to look, but Gabi already knows it’s Falco and Udo. Falco has always been terrible at walking in the forest undetected, somehow always finding a branch or a pile of leaves to step on as if he’s trying to announce his presence to everyone within the vicinity. Gabi only looks irritatedly in the direction of the noise and sees Udo, a little sweaty and tired, trying to hold up a stumbling Falco who looks as if he’s just about to pass out. Both are red in the face and look like they’re in desperate need for water. Immediately, Zofia jumps to her feet and offers to refill their canteens for them, giving them her own canteen to drink from while they wait.

The two boys collapse on the ground in front of an unimpressed Gabi. Udo at least has the energy to sit slouched over, wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, but Falco is lying spread eagle on the ground, panting heavily with his eyes closed.

“You guys waited for us?” Udo manages to pant through his heavy breathing. He pushes his glasses up his sweaty nose, nodding in thanks when Zofia comes back with his filled canteen.

“I wanted to leave, but Zofia insisted we wait until we saw everyone make it to this checkpoint,” Gabi replies.

“Gee, thanks,” Udo snorts. He drinks his water so fast that he almost chokes on it, and Gabi only scoffs. It’s what he deserves for being so slow.

Gabi gestures for Zofia to follow her. “Let’s go. We can still catch up if we leave now.”

“Wh-what?” Falco says, sitting up. He looks less tired now and more alarmed. There are little branches stuck to his hair, but he doesn’t bother shaking them out. “You’re leaving already? But we just got here.”

“We could wait just a little bit longer while they rest,” Zofia suggests. “It’s not that big of a deal if we don’t make it up the mountain first, Gabi.”

Gabi purses her lips. She disagrees. “We’ve been here long enough. I want to make it out of the mountain by nightfall,” she tells Zofia. She turns, shifting her bag on her shoulder. “It’s harder navigating the path when it’s dark out even with our lanterns.”

Zofia looks as if she wants to argue, but she knows she’s tried Gabi’s patience enough over the past half hour. She collects her things, giving the boys an apologetic look as they try to catch their breath. Just as the girls are about to leave, though, Falco calls out.

“Wait, Gabi!” Falco calls out, standing unsteadily on his feet. He looks as if he’s about to tip over, but the boy shakes off any help Udo offers him, choosing to stumble towards Gabi. “Let us come with you! Just … just give us another minute and we can go.”

The idea of hiking with Udo and Falco leaves a bitter taste on the tip of Gabi’s tongue. If she leaves now, she at least has the chance of overtaking their instructor and a few of their classmates, but that’ll never happen if she has Falco in her traveling party. She’s never arrived last before and even if it’s a one-time occurrence, Gabi doesn’t want that on her record. Gabi’s about to snap at Falco and tell him that he’s far too slow for her to even consider walking with until she remembers the words Zofia had spoken earlier.

You could be a little nicer to him, you know.

Gabi can be nice. She can be kind. She can take this time to encourage Falco and motivate him to be a better candidate.

She walks over to Falco, before stopping in front of him. Gabi keeps her back straight, head held high even though Falco’s grown a few centimeters taller than her in the past month. With her arms folded across her chest, she says, “I won’t hike up the mountain with you. You wouldn’t be able to keep up with my pace. But if you manage to get up the rest of the way without having to have Udo drag you up and you manage to make it there before the sun sets … I’ll acknowledge you.”

Falco blinks at her, confused. “Acknowledge me?” he repeats. There’s still sweat dripping down his forehead and his cheeks are still a bright shade of red. He should really quit now before he collapses, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. “Acknowledge me as what?”

Gabi thinks for a moment. “I’ll acknowledge you as my equal. Someone who is worthy of fighting and standing by my side,” she replies. “I’ll acknowledge you as someone worthy of wielding the Titan’s power.”

The blond stares at her for a moment, mouth slightly agape before nodding eagerly. “I’ll do it,” he tells her. That’s all she has to hear before turning and going on her way, but Falco is still calling after her. “Gabi, I’ll do it! I’ll see you at the top!”

Gabi only offers him a careless wave without looking back. She keeps her pace quick so that Zofia has to jog in order to catch up. She knows Udo and Falco are still back at the rest stop and, even though she had just made a deal with Falco, she really doubts she’ll see either of them at the top.

“Do you think that he’ll actually make it?” Zofia asks as soon as they’re out of earshot. She glances back in the direction of the rest site, but they’ve walked too far to see Udo and Falco.

“Probably not, but we’ll see,” Gabi says with a shrug.

Gabi walks the rest of the way at a breakneck pace, practically jogging up the mountain even though the incline makes it more difficult the further she gets uphill. She ignores Zofia’s cries to slow down. If Zofia hadn’t wanted this to happen, she shouldn’t have slowed them down in the first place. Besides, she likes the burn of her calves as she makes her way uphill and she enjoys the way the cold air hits her lungs when she takes a deep breath. Despite her fears that she wouldn’t be able to catch up with her peers, she does so easily, bounding past them as they make their way up the mountain at a leisurely pace. They must have slacked off because they passed by her earlier. What a stupid mistake to make, Gabi thinks with a smirk as she passes by yet another classmate.

By the time she’s reached the top, she’s sweating profusely but she’s never felt better. Her lungs feel like they’re on fire and her legs feel like jelly, but that’s what hard work feels like. She laughs at Zofia, who’s stumbling to the top behind her, ignoring her friend’s complaints about how they didn’t have to race the rest of the way there.

“We’ll just take our time going downhill. Going downhill is always easier anyway,” Gabi tells Zofia.

“Ugh, I don’t think I can even do that,” Zofia moans, sitting on the ground and rubbing her calves. “How about I lie down and you can roll me down the hill?”

Gabi giggles and runs about, somehow more filled with energy than she was when she first began the trek up the mountain. She breathes in the cold mountain air and walks around the final checkpoint, admiring the view of the mountain. Sometimes she can hardly believe she could walk this far even though she’s made this journey several times over the past few years. The trees look so lush and green, but also tiny from this height. It makes Gabi feel as if she can conquer the world. Arms raised, she runs about like a chicken enjoying its freedom on an open range.

“I don’t know how you still have energy,” Zofia mumbles.

“How can I not? The view here is always incredible no matter what time of year it is,” Gabi sighs happily. She stops beside Zofia and bends over, tugging gently on her friend’s ponytail. “Do you want to go down soon?”

“What? I thought we were waiting to see if Falco would make it here before sunset,” Zofia says, sitting up straight and frowning disapprovingly at Gabi.

Damn. Gabi had kind of hoped Zofia had forgotten by now.

Sheepishly, Gabi scratches at the back of her head. “Well, we can always just ask our teacher tomorrow if he made it up. We don’t have to wait for him,” Gabi says with a pout.

Zofia lightly swats at Gabi’s shoulder. “Let’s just wait for them,” Zofia says. She stands up, brushing off her pants and going off to the side to get a better look at the path to see who else is coming up. “It’s almost sunrise anyway, and I bet the view is even better at sunset.”

“Fine,” Gabi huffs, glaring at the peachy-pink sky. She’s admittedly never been at the top of the mountain at sunset. She had always left before then, preferring to pass her peers with a smug grin on her face on the way down while they glared tiredly at her. Even if Falco doesn’t make it to the top in time, at the very least she’ll have a good view of the sunset.

In the end, it’s all she gets. Most of her other classmates have reached the top of the mountain and have either started their trek home or stayed to watch the sunset with their instructor. Even Udo makes it back before Falco, panting heavily as he finally reaches the site.

“Udo, you made it!” Zofia says happily, offering him her canteen. As he drinks, she peers curiously behind, frowning when she doesn’t see who she’s looking for. “But where’s Falco?”

“Er, I left him back a short while ago,” Udo mumbles unhappily. He wipes at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and looks behind him, face full of concern. “He said he’d be fine … I even helped him with his lamp so he’d have some light before it got dark and made sure he knew how to refuel it.”

Zofia and Udo discuss whether or not they should go back and search for Falco, but Gabi is already getting ready to head back. Falco definitely isn’t going to make it by sunset; the sky is already a deep shade of orange and the sun is disappearing under the horizon. It’ll be night soon and Gabi would rather eat her dinner in the comfort of her own home than huddle next to a fire and wait for her food to warm.

“Come on, Zofia,” Gabi says, tugging on Zofia’s sleeve. “It’s going to get cold soon.”

Zofia frowns and is about to open her mouth to protest, but Udo waves her away.

“It’s fine,” he assures her, gesturing at the instructor behind him. “I’ll wait here with our teacher so Falco has someone waiting for him. You guys can go ahead.”

“See? Udo says it’s fine,” Gabi says. She’s dragging Zofia away before the blonde can even thank Udo. They’ve already wasted enough time waiting for Falco.

It’s much darker in the forest when they begin their journey home. Gabi lights her lamp, telling Zofia they can share and save on fuel in case something happens. Nothing will, but it’s good to be prepared. She walks in the front, Zofia trailing cautiously behind her because the mountain is creepier at night. Gabi doesn’t mind it; she thinks it’s funny whenever Zofia shrieks whenever a bush rustles nearby only for the both of them to discover it’s a rabbit trying to hide.

They cross paths with Falco a few minutes later. He’s so tired that he almost doesn’t see him. Staggering, the cadet looks as if he’s about to pass out. Gabi stands in place, feeling nothing but disappointment when she sees him, but Zofia rushes to his side and wipes the sweat from his forehead with her handkerchief.

“Falco, oh! You really came all this way by yourself? You can stop now, you know,” Zofia says. She’s uncapping her water bottle and handing it over to him so that he can take a drink, but the boy only pours it over himself, drenching his shirt in the process. Zofia glares at Gabi as if this is all her fault for some reason. “Why don’t you just come back with us? I’m sure our teacher will understand if we tell him tomorrow.”

Falco shakes his head, wiping his brow. “No, it’s fine,” he pants. He hands the container back to Zofia. His jaw is squared, brow knit in determination. “I can do this. I’m almost done.”

“Why does it matter? It’s already past sunset,” Gabi points out impatiently. Falco’s stubbornness is a quality that Gabi had previously admired, but she’s found that it’s also one of his biggest faults. If he keeps going like this, he’s only going to end up hurting himself. He should really know when to quit. “Just quit.”

Falco turns to look at her. His face is dimly lit by her lantern, but she can see the anger in his eyes and the disbelief in his face. Most of all, though, he looks hurt. He opens his mouth and it looks like he’s about to say something to her, but he suddenly turns on his heel and flees up the mountain without another word.

Zofia looks absolutely disgusted with her. “You’re so terrible,” Zofia says. She also turns to leave, continuing down the path back home.

“You guys are just too sensitive,” Gabi says, but Zofia is already steps ahead and gives no indication that she’s listening. With an exasperated sigh, Gabi jobs over to catch up with Zofia, finding it uncharacteristically difficult to catch up with her friend. If all it takes to make Zofia walk faster is making her mad, maybe Gabi should do it more often.

Ten minutes in, there’s a sudden shout from the top of the mountain and the two girls whip their heads back in alarm. Birds flutter from the trees at the noise and, scared, Zofia huddles behind Gabi. There’s another scream, but Gabi can’t quite hear the words that are being said.

“What is that?” Zofia hisses in Gabi’s ears, clutching so hard that Gabi can feel her nails digging into her skin despite the fabric of her shirt. “Who is that?”

“Shut up, I’m trying to listen,” Gabi snaps.

The two of them stand there, straining their ears to hear. The voice is oddly familiar and Gabi recognizes it as Falco. His voice is shrill, loud enough to be heard across the mountain. She’s sure that even the people who are at the bottom can hear him. When she realizes just what he’s saying, her ears begin to burn and her face flushes a brilliant shade of scarlet.

I love you, Gabi Braun, do you hear me? I love you! I love you, Gabi!

It goes on like that for far too long. Zofia is looking at Gabi amusedly, poking her friend in the side.

“That’s so cute,” Zofia gushes even as Gabi pulls away and hurriedly walks away, trying to get as far away from the source of her embarrassment as possible. “Gabi, don’t you think that’s cute?”

“Shut up!” Gabi snaps, practically stomping down the trail. Her cheeks are still burning even after the shouting has stopped. Every now and again, Zofia will whisper in her ear, “I love you, Gabi Braun,” and Gabi will swat her friend away before quickening her pace and wishing to never hear those words ever again.

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“I love you, Gabi,” Falco says.

Their backs are pressed against a broken stone wall, the remains of a building destroyed during the battle still raging on. All around them are screams of terror and explosions so loud that Gabi’s sure she’s lost her sense of hearing in her ear. Buildings are crumbling all around them and civilians are trying to escape the chaos, their ear-splitting shrieks cutting through the air. Soldiers from Paradis and Marley are both running towards the source of destruction: Eren Jaeger in his Titan form, a fifteen-foot monster in the center of the city throwing its head back and letting out a beastly howl.

It’s not the time for a confession. Had Falco done this a year ago, Gabi would have smacked him for bringing up something so trivial when the world is shattering before their eyes, but that was back when she didn’t know what war was really like. She doesn’t have Zofia beside her to snicker at Falco’s inopportune timing and Udo isn’t there to shush Falco. Her instructors are all dead, destroyed by the falling rubble overhead or killed after taking enemy fire. She doesn’t know where her cousin is, if he’s dead or still alive, and she doesn’t even dare to hope for the best because the heartbreak will be too unbearable if it turns out she had hoped for nothing.

Gabi shakes her head, choking on tears that are already spilling despite her best efforts to keep them in. “I don’t want to hear you say that,” she lies, raising her voice to be heard over the sound of gunshots and screams of the dying. “I don’t want you to say that until all of this is over … and then you can tell me as much as you want. But until then … don’t say it.”

Falco nods once, but his expression is devoid of hope. He clutches onto her hand tightly, squeezing so hard that his knuckles turn white and Gabi’s hand feels numb. She doesn’t tell him to let go though, nor does she pull away from him.

“If we make it out … no, when,” Gabi stresses, not wanting to believe the possibility that they won’t, “I’ll tell you I love you too, so stay alive until then. Do you hear me, Falco Grice? I’m telling you, you have to stay alive.”

The boy gives her the saddest smile, nodding only once to indicate that he’s heard. His grip on her hand loosens and he reaches up with both hands to cup her face gently. Even though her blurry vision, Gabi can see the tears welling up in the boy’s ocean eyes. He brings her face ever closer to his, lips slightly parted, and she wants to tell him to stop, that they’ll have all the time in the world to be together like this. Still, she lets her lips meet his, clutching desperately to the front of his shirt as he presses his lips hard against hers. His lips are dry and taste like dust and tears, but they’re warm and comforting. Gabi doesn’t want it to stop. She wants to forget about everything happening around them. She wants to be with Falco, her lips against his, even if it’s for a little while more.

Falco pushes her away just as gently, reaching up to wipe the tears away from her eyes. He takes her hand in his once more and pulls her with him. Where they’re running to, Gabi doesn’t know. She doubts Falco knows either, but still she follows him. Wherever they’re going, it doesn’t matter as long as they’re together. They only have each other left.

They run past sobbing mothers clutching their dead children to their chests, past soldiers bleeding out on the wrecked cobblestone paths, and past broken houses with shattered windows. They run even though there’s so much dirt and dust that it’s impossible to see what’s in front of them. They run even though there’s no escape. Gabi wants to tell Falco to stop and find a place to hide, maybe someplace underground where nobody can find them, but even she knows that destruction will find them no matter where they go. So she follows him even though dust fills her lungs and endless tears stream down her cheeks.

The two make it to a stone bridge, somehow miraculously still intact despite the surrounding mayhem. They’re about to cross it, foolishly believing that the little distance will help protect them, when a bolt of lightning cracks across the sky and thunder rumbles in the distance. Gabi knows she shouldn’t look, but she turns her head and sees storm clouds surround the center of the city where she had last seen the Attack Titan. A large cloud like a mushroom begins to bloom where the Titan stood but it only takes a second before the cloud falls in on itself and a huge gust of wind blows towards the site. Even with Falco putting his arms tightly around her, Gabi can feel the two of them almost being swept away with the gale. Gabi shuts her eyes tightly as the wind whirls around them and, after it stops, opens them to see that a giant skeleton, not unlike that of a dragon or a monstrous lizard, has manifested where the Titan once stood.

“What … is that?” Gabi asks, almost unable to speak. She stands there unable to move, watching as that thing rises and lets out a horrible roar that shakes the earth. Gabi’s eyes widen as she sees the skeleton lift its tail and lets it drop.

The world trembles and debris fly into the sky as the monster Titan whips its tail black and forth. Gabi stares open-mouthed at it, thinking it’s truly the end. There’s no force on this earth that can stop it, so it’s pointless to even try to escape. She doesn’t even move when Falco begins to shake her, trying to snap her out of her shock.

“Gabi! Gabi! We need to leave! Gabi! We have to go!” he’s shouting, shaking her even though she remains rooted in place. Gabi is about to tell him to quit — any attempt at survival is surely futile — but he suddenly freezes in place looking at something overhead. Without warning, he shoves her away and she only realizes what happens when she hears a horrible thud and looks up from where she’s fallen. In the place that Falco had been standing only a second ago was a large boulder, a pool of blood beneath it.

“F-Falco?” Gabi scrambles to the boulder, ignoring the bleeding of her palms and the scrape on her knee. She spots the broken body trapped underneath the boulder, but she hesitates before going to it. She wants to think it’s impossible that Falco is the one lying there; he had just been with her, terrified and lost but still alive. She can’t imagine him dying now, not like this, not when everyone else has left her. Gabi knows, though, that she can’t rewrite reality no matter how desperately she wants to, and she crawls over to the body, reaching out to touch the limp hand underneath. “F-Falco, it’s me. Come on. You can’t leave me now.”

Tears are running down her face and she’s sobbing, big ugly sobs that can probably be heard for miles and miles. She wants to scream and thrash about. She wants everyone to know the loss of her friend. She wants everyone to know how painful her heartbreak is. In her mourning, she almost doesn’t feel the light squeeze that Falco gives her or the boy’s last murmurings. Wiping away her tears hastily, she brings herself closer to the boy’s face, wiping the blood on his face with her sleeve.

“G-Gabi,” he mumbles, voice bubbling as he spits out blood and saliva. His blue eyes look as if they’re made of glass and even though he’s speaking to her, his gaze is faraway. “G-Gabi, I’m s-sorry. C-couldn’t s-s-stay.”

“No, no, you have to, Falco,” Gabi babbles. She wipes the blood from his mouth, meaning to clean it away but only managing to smear blood across the dying boy’s cheek. Her tears drip down her cheeks, falling onto Falco as the girl desperately tries to talk to him. “You said you loved me, didn’t you? I heard you today and before, too. You said so at the top of the mountain. Falco, I love you, too. Do you hear me, Falco? I love you, so stay with me.”

Falco looks up at her, eyelids drooping as he smiles a lop-sided smile. “S-sorry, Gabi,” he whispers before the light leaves his eyes and his hand grows limp in hers.

Gabi sobs. They aren’t the words she had wanted to hear.

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Gabi wakes from a gentle shake. When she opens her eyes, she sees Mikasa standing over her, the woman looking over her with a face filled with concern. It’s been a year since the war ended, yet Mikasa still wears the same frown she did when the Founding Titan went to sleep forever, leaving them to deal with the carnage it had left behind. Gabi had asked Armin if Mikasa had always been like that and the man had simply given her a gentle pat on the head. She’s seen Mikasa smile on occasion and it’s become a more frequent occurrence as the days pass by, but there are still days where the mournful expression seems to be etched on the woman’s face.

“What is it?” Gabi says groggily, sitting up. She rubs the sleep from her eyes, squinting them as she tries to get used to the sunlight. It must be a little after sunrise because the light that floods the room is a beautiful gold, soft and bright and warm. She wants to bask in it.

“Mmm, Armin and I were just going for a walk,” Mikasa says. She brushes Gabi’s hair back from the young girl’s eyes. “We wanted to know if you wanted to come with us.”

“It might make you feel better,” Armin, the gentle blond ex-soldier that had taken Gabi in with Mikasa, says. He smiles more often than Mikasa does, but sometimes Gabi catches the man looking out the window with the most lost expression on his face as if he’s searching for something out in the open sky. She’d ask him what he’s looking for, but she has a feeling that he doesn’t quite know himself.

“It’s okay,” Gabi mumbles. She lays back down in bed, pulling the blanket closer around her body. She feels Mikasa tuck her in gently; it’s a habit for Mikasa to tuck Gabi in bed even though Gabi has never asked the woman to do it. She’s never asked her to stop either. It’s kind of comforting to be taken care of.

Armin nods, the answer as expected as it is every week. Mikasa and Armin always go out for a walk every week. They say it’s therapeutic, but Gabi finds it difficult to muster up the energy to get out of bed some days. They still invite her in case she changes her mind, although the girl wonders why when she always declines their offer.

It feels wrong to be out for a leisurely stroll when so many of her loved ones will never walk this earth again. All her friends and family are dead or have been declared missing, their bodies never found. Although their deaths haven’t been declared official, Gabi doubts there’ll be a change in status when a year has passed with no news. Even all of their things have been destroyed along with them. Gabi doesn’t have a single thing to remember them by except for the memories of them, but even those are fading fast. There are days where she wonders why, out of everyone, she had to be one of the few to survive. She’s not sure if it’s luck or just the universe punishing her. Whatever it is, she feels she doesn’t deserve it. She just wants to lie in bed covered in blankets until her body rots away into nothing.

Gabi covers her head with her blanket as Mikasa and Armin slip on their shoes and coats. The layers of blankets are stifling, but she kind of likes how difficult it feels to breathe.

As the two ex-soldiers pack their bags and leave for their hike, Gabi wonders about the last time she had gone out. How long had it been since she had been outside and had fun? It seems so long ago. All she can really recall are war-torn roads and broken buildings. Even the times before that weren’t all that pleasant. Before everything had been destroyed, she had been on the run after being caught by enemy soldiers and put in jail. After escaping her cell, she had run as fast as her legs could carry her and had no time to appreciate whatever beauty Paradis had to offer her. It’s too late to do so now; the war had swept away any beauty the island had along with countless lives.

But there must have been a time before that, a time where Gabi didn’t have to fear for her life or for the survival of her loved ones. It was a long time ago when she strolled the streets of Liberio. She could have walked those cobblestone streets forever, skipping from stall to stall and taking in all the scents of freshly baked pastries or the aroma of fruit that were perfectly ripened. She used to love running with her friends in the fields, never minding the grass staining her clothing even though her mother would always scold her because they were so difficult to wash out. Her cousin Reiner would come visit her family every other night, oftentimes bearing succulent meats from the market that he could afford from the compensation Warriors received. Even now, Gabi’s mouth waters at the thought of eating tender pot roast, Reiner’s favorite.

The more she thinks about it, the more Gabi misses everyone. She misses climbing trees in the forest as Zofia shouts at her to get down before she hurts herself. She misses teasing Udo for always having his head stuck in a book, reminding him that not everything can be learned through textbooks. She misses Falco overall.

You could be a little nicer to him, you know.

Why Zofia’s words come back to haunt her years later. It only makes Gabi regret not listening to Zofia from the beginning. Her chest feels tight and she can feel her eyes prickle with tears. She could have been more patient with Falco. She shouldn’t have looked down on Falco just because he wasn’t as athletic or as academically inclined as the other Warrior candidates. She should have told him he didn’t need to be, or at least helped him a little bit when he was pushing himself to complete every ridiculous training exercise the Marleyan officials pushed on them. She should have been kinder.

Gabi rolls around in bed, throwing the blanket away from her face and gasping for air.

She should have told him she loved him that day on the mountain when he screamed her name. She should have answered him. She should have told him she heard him and that she loved him too.

Suddenly, she bolts from the bed, tossing her blankets to the side and flying out the door. Gabi doesn’t bother to shut the door behind her in her haste. She doesn’t even bother putting on her shoes either, slipping out in just her pajamas and slippers because she needs to catch up to Mikasa and Armin before it’s too late. She spots them down the path not too far away, walking a casual pace as if they have all the time in the world. Gabi doesn’t bother calling out to them, instead using all her energy to run as fast as she can to catch up. As she nears them, her footsteps grow louder and the two ex-soldiers turn around, eyes widening in alarm and then surprise when they see the young girl sprinting towards them.

“Gabi, are you alright?” Mikasa asks as the girl all but falls into her arms. The woman sweeps the hair out of Gabi’s face, brow knit in concern. “What’s wrong?”

Armin kneels down so that he’s closer to Gabi’s height, putting a hand on her forehead to check her temperature. “You don’t seem to be sick,” he murmurs with a frown when he doesn’t detect a fever.

Gabi shakes her head, waving the man’s hand away. She’s still trying to catch her breath after her run; it’s been so long since she’s done any type of physical activity. She never imagined she’d ever be this out of shape. After a moment, she says, “I want to … know where you’re walking. Where are you going?”

“Where?” Armin repeats in confusion. He turns to Mikasa, who only shrugs at him in reply. The man returns his attention to Gabi and replies, “Just … up the hills, I suppose. It’s the same route we always walk. Why?” He gestures towards the direction that he and Mikasa had been walking.

The hills that Armin points to are a distance away. Autumn has decorated the forested hills red and orange. Back in Liberio, the trees had always stayed a lush shade of green. Gabi thinks she doesn’t mind the change. It’s strange, but it’s not unpleasant. She wonders what it would be like to walk through a forest with such warm colors surrounding her.

“Can I come with you?” Gabi asks them.

The two look at each other for a moment in silent questioning before Mikasa turns to the girl with a small smile. “I don’t see why not,” the woman says. She takes Gabi’s hand in hers and leads her to the direction of their house. “Why don’t we get you changed first? It’ll get chilly out if you’re dressed in your pajamas.”

They dress Gabi in layers of clothes that had been given to them by the Braus family. Most of them had been Kaya’s old clothes, but Mrs. Braus couldn’t stand to have them in the house anymore after the young girl’s death and it would be a while until any of Kaya’s adoptive siblings would grow into them. The clothes still smell like Kaya.

The three of them walk through golden fields as they follow the trail up to the hills. It’s nothing compared to the trek up the mountain that Gabi used to make up the mountain every few months as a Warrior trainee, but this path seems so much longer. Her feet ache before they’re even up the hill and Gabi wonders if it’s because of her shoes or because she hasn’t stepped outside in so long. She feels embarrassed at how much attention Mikasa and Armin are giving her. Every once in a while, one of the two will ask her if she’s alright or needs a break. She always shakes her head, not wanting to seem weak. Gabi hardly ever needed to take breaks when she was a trainee. When it’s clear that Gabi won’t admit to needing a break, Armin makes them take one anyway.

“I never really had the best stamina even when I was in the trainee corps,” he explains with a smile. He’s seated on a rock, gesturing for Gabi to join him. When the girl sits down beside him, he passes her his canteen so that she can take a drink. “It’s good to take a break every now and again though, don’t you think?”

Gabi only nods, murmuring her agreement as Mikasa fixes the girl’s scarf. She’d always seen taking breaks as a sign of weakness, but it’s nice sitting here with them like this. A few years ago, Gabi would have been rushing towards the top of the hills, wanting to get it done as soon as possible just so she could prove she could beat everyone. Now, though, she’ll just be glad if she makes it to the top.

“Am I slowing you two down?” Gabi wonders. She doesn’t remember how long it usually takes Armin and Mikasa to complete their walks. Some days they’re away the entire day while other days they return home after an hour.

“Not at all,” Mikasa assures with a shake of the head. She declines the water that Gabi offers her politely, gesturing at the canteen she has strapped across her chest. “There’s no real goal or anything for us when we take these walks. We just walk however long we want at whatever pace. It’s relaxing that way.”

“I see,” Gabi says. She does feel a little calmer than she did before she left the house. She feels more at ease than she ever has in her life, now that she thinks about it. The girl stretches her legs, noticing how much they ache already even though she’s covered more ground than this when she was in Liberio without any trouble. “I think I’d like to get to the top of the hills before the day ends.”

“That’s a good goal,” Armin says. He pats Gabi’s knee. “Let’s go when you’re ready.”

They start on their hike up the hills again soon after that, and Gabi’s more willing to stop and take rests. She still can’t identify any of the animals that the three come across, but Armin is more than willing to answer any questions she has about them. She finds that many of the animals on Paradis are ones that she’s seen or learned about in Liberio, although there are some she’s never heard of at all. Sometimes she’ll hear a bird call and try to imitate it, although she knows she’ll never be as good as Zofia was. Mikasa always smiles whenever Gabi puts her hands to her mouth and lets out a loud whistle and even allows the girl to teach her how to make bird calls. Most of the time, the woman only manages to let out a low sputtering noise, but Gabi likes the way Mikasa laughs at the noise.

Even if the weather is chilly, the sun is bright enough to warm with its golden rays bursting through the red and orange foliage. The exercise also has Gabi’s calves burning and her lungs aching, but they hurt in a good way. She doesn’t think she’s ever enjoyed walking this much before, aimlessly with only the goal to reach the top without a time limit in mind.

“I bet it’s pretty at the top,” Gabi says. The hill is nowhere near as tall as the mountain she used to climb and it’s not even a special time of day. It’s not dawn or dusk, just a little before noon. The sky’s a regular clear blue, sparse clouds hanging overhead, but it’s not something Gabi wouldn’t be able to see any other day.

“It’s nice, especially at this time of year,” Mikasa says. She holds out her hand, fingers wiggling as she waits for Gabi to take it. “Come on. We’re nearly there.”

The old Gabi would have ignored Mikasa’s hand or maybe even swatted it aside rudely. Now, she simply takes the woman’s hand in hers, noting how rough the skin of Mikasa’s hand is. It doesn’t make it any less comforting. Armin follows closely behind them, a hand on Gabi’s back as the three travel upward together. They crush crisp autumn leaves underfoot, the sound loud above the calming quiet of the forest. As they reach the top of the hill, Gabi unintentionally walks faster, tugging on Mikasa’s hand to urge her to walk faster. She tugs a bit too hard and turns around to apologize, but the woman only laughs and quickens her pace with Armin following quickly along.

As soon as she reaches the top, Gabi lets go of Mikasa’s hand, arms outstretched as the cold autumn breeze cuts across her cheek. She opens her eyes to the bright blue sky, smiling so widely that her cheeks hurt. The view from this height really is as pretty, as Mikasa said it was. The trees look like a sea of red and orange leaves, warm and inviting. Armin had told her earlier that the trees would soon be bare, the leaves falling as the cold creeps in and snow begins to blanket the ground every night. She wonders if it’ll still be beautiful then.

So many people won’t be able to see this — the forest aflame in warm auburn hues and golden fields stretching beyond the forest. They won’t be able to feel the cold wind on their faces. They can’t feel the sunlight, warm on their skin despite the brisk autumn air. Mr. Braus and Kaya, Udo and Zofia, her cousin Reiner. Falco.

Gabi feels her nose begin to run and she sniffs loudly. Mikasa looks at her curiously, surprised when she sees the sudden tears welling up in the girl’s eyes. Hastily, she brings out a handkerchief from her pocket and wipes at Gabi’s eyes before folding it up and bringing it to the girl’s nose and telling her to blow.

“What’s wrong, Gabi?” she asks softly.

Once the tears begin to fall, it’s difficult to stop them. They drip down her cheeks, overflowing from her eyes. “N-no,” Gabi whispers with a shake of her head. She rubs at her face messily with the handkerchief Mikasa had provided until the woman takes it away and dabs at the girl’s face gently. “I m-miss everyone. I m-miss the Braus’. I miss my f-family. I miss my f-friends. I m-miss Falco.”

Mikasa smiles sympathetically. “I know. I miss them too.” She wraps her arms around Gabi, her embrace warm. She whispers, “It’s okay. Just cry.”

On her back, she feels Armin’s hand again. It’s just as warm and comforting. Gabi doesn’t have to turn around to know that he also wears the same sad and sympathetic smile his partner does.

“The l-last time I went on a trip l-like this,” Gabi hiccups as Mikasa runs her hand soothingly up and down the girl’s back, “All of my friends were with me: Z-Zofia-, Udo, and F-Falco. We all walked up an entire m-mountain with our c-class. Falco was l-last. He was always so b-bad at any kind of e-exercise. I d-didn’t think he would m-make it.” Her face screws up as she remembers how horrible and cruel she was to him that day. She hadn’t even given him a chance. She should have been nicer. “I sh-should have been n-nicer. I was always so m-mean to him.”

“It’s okay,” Mikasa tells her. “Whatever it is you’ve done, I’m sure he would forgive you.”

This only makes Gabi sob harder. “H-he told me he loved me o-once. When he w-went up the mountain all by h-himself,” Gabi says, voice shaking. She clutches at her chest to steady breathing, but it does nothing. “A-and he told me he l-loved me. I d-didn’t say anything. I h-hated it. I d-didn’t speak to him for a w-week after that, but I wish I c-could hear him say it just one more t-time.” Her eyes are burning with tears that won’t stop falling and she’s gasping for air from all the sobbing. Mikasa and Armin don’t shush her or even try to stop the tears from falling. They just stay with her, letting her cry until she’s empty.

“I only got to t-tell him when it was t-too late, but I l-loved him too. I m-miss him … and I l-love him,” Gabi sobs. Her chest hurts. It feels like her lungs are about to burst and her heart feels as if it’s being squeezed. Her eyes are red and swollen from all her crying. Gabi hasn’t cried this much in her life. “I l-love him, I l-love him,” she says over and over again as Mikasa holds her tightly.

Gabi wants to say the words over and over until she can’t say them anymore. She wants to scream the words until she runs out of breath and her voice grows so hoarse she can’t speak anymore. She wants to shout them so that everyone can hear them.

So she does.

“I love you, Falco Grice, do you hear me? I love you. I love you, Falco!” Gabi shouts. She shouts them to the sky, her voice startling the birds from the trees and causing them to take flight. She screams so loudly that the bushes rustle and the trees shake. She howls the words, letting the wind carry her voice so that everyone will hear even though Falco never will.

#fabi #gabi braun #falco grice #canon divergence #snk #zofia #udo #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #everyone: write fluff #me: no >:c #jk i will but idk when hehehe

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seyaryminamoto · 3 years

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What's your top 10 favorite benders who you most enjoy writing in gladiator? Actually make that top 11 since we all know you'll put Azula in 1st place.

Hahaha xD how predictable am I...?

Admittedly, this is a tricky question because I suppose you meant in combat? But while I have written my fair share of combat, my favorite moments of characters aren't always during fighting scenes xD anyway, let's see what I can narrow down here...

Azula: because you're right and she's just the most fun to write and I love her to pieces no matter what she's up to :> the top spot could never be in question xD

Xin Long: BAHAHAHA! Bet you didn't see that one coming! x'D Okay, now, but he counts too! Dragons are firebenders and Xin Long in particular is a reeeeally fun troublemaker. Definitely love writing his teamwork with Azula, always have <3 they steal the top 2, fair and square! I guess the actual top ten beyond these two is what you were wondering about, though xD top twelve it is.

Ozai: ironically, I don't write him in combat often, but he is a bender and I just... have more fun than I should when I'm writing this bastard. I currently am in a tough spot with him, admittedly I am a loooot more antagonistic to Ozai lately than I usually am... but every scene with this guy is still charged as heck and something I look forward to, for better or for worse.

Toph: when on her downtime, Toph is generally really fun to write. During battles, Toph is really inventive and clever with her bending, an instinctive fighter with whom I can definitely improvise a lot, because she's that deeply connected to her element and everything she can do with it. Yet my favorite, absolute FAVORITE things to write with Toph are the big moments where she comes into conflict with her simplistic take on life, her easy-going, straightforward ideologies and mentality. Her struggles with victory and defeat, the extremes to which she realized she could go (and to which she outright went), and how much she regretted going that far really made her character a thousand times more malleable and dynamic to write for me. She'll be in for further development in the future, when new surprises shake her up and make her question so much of what she's taken for granted throughout the story so far, and she'll still be every bit as epic a bender through all her upcoming hardships.

Rui Shi: oh, my man *sobs* he will have a very solid combat scene in our next arc, probably the first one he really gets, and the first one where he shows just how strong he is, as well as how ruthless he can be if the situation calls for it. He is eeeepic. Beyond his bending skills, his dynamics with his fellow guards, as well as with Azula, Sokka and Song, make him such a highlight in the story for me <3 he might even deserve a higher spot in the list, honestly xD

The Notorious Stingray: does it look ridiculous that he'd be so far up this list? xD I know it may seem that way to some of you atm, but... he's basically the most ridiculous waterbender I've ever written, powerful and capable of controlling and harnessing the natural OP-ness of waterbending like few people can. He is indeed notorious for me, I fear that after what I've done with him it may be difficult to make other waterbenders look half as epic as he does xD

Aang: ... even so, I admit, I have grown to very much enjoy writing the Avatar in recent times :'D haha. That is just the way it is. No spoilers here, but Aang's obvious advantages over other benders due to being the Avatar also make him considerably inventive and capable of things that many others can't really do (even if he's not as much of a specialized bender as most the people in this list are, he's a jack-of-all-trades bender, basically). There's some future plans I have in mind for Aang's character, and I really look forward to writing them all (already got started with some of it and it has been a little more fun than it should be x'D)

Katara: can anyone actually believe this?! I bet not xD but Katara has become another surprisingly fun character for me to write recently, both for bending and character-related reasons. I think my expectations for her character didn't really give her enough credit. So I can safely say she earned this spot xD

Renkai: ... Hehe. Haha. Oops. I mean... you did ask. I am just answering (?) If anyone would wonder why, of all people, Renkai...?! Well, gee. Hehe. Haha. Oops!

Zuko: surprise again! Me and my streak of picking his character apart are very contradictory with this statement, aren't we? :'D but truth be told, Zuko's become a much more interesting character for me lately (Gladiator-exclusively, I must say...), as I'm also recently pushing him into self-reflection in a potentially unexpected way. Both him and Katara looked a loooot worse in the outline than they do in the real thing, and they've become much more interesting to write than I ever expected they'd be. Zuko's also gained some firebending power-ups, hard-earned through his long stay in the Water Tribe, and that self-reflection may just strengthen him further... so he may just become a very fun bender to write, regardless of all my personal clashes with this boy xD

Zhao: I most certainly never expected this guy to grow on me in any possible sense of the words, but my determination not to make him that boring a character definitely saw him evolving beyond all my expectations. It's not so much that I enjoy his bending, much like in Ozai's case... but his role in the story, his potential, all of it make him an interesting character to write about, even if I'm just as likely to butt heads with him as I am with Ozai lately. Still, objectively speaking, he's evolved into one very interesting writing subject.

Renzhi: the Millennium Dragon has definitely been a fun guy to write about too. He's definitely helped me explore some of the boundaries and potential of firebending, his stamina and the strength of his condensed fire have redefined defensive firebending for me. Doesn't hurt at all that he's a really fun character, all around, too nice for his own good, too. If I were a common nobody within the Gladiator world, I suspect I'd be a member of his gladiator fanclub x'D

There's others that might have a few merits that warrant being part of this list... but for now, a top 12 it is, as that's already a little beyond what you requested, anon xD

#anon #gladiator #my fav benders #tbh it's complicated to answer a lot of this when I'm actually working with so many characters I don't do stuff with in P1 and P2 #but you know what...?#... I have realized I have too much fun writing a certain non-bender warrior #more fun than I do writing him in combat than writing most the members of this very exclusive list xD #it's kind of ironic I guess #but that's how Sokka rolls #him and Azula continue to own my sorry ass and will do so for as long as I live as far as I can tell

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helpinghanikan · 4 years

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James “Bucky” Barnes A-Z

James “Bucky” Barnes A-Z NSFW head-cannons

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The second time you had slept together had resulted with bruises, and bite marks and groans from you that was anything but pleasurable. It had been intense for the both of you, and there was no use in blaming Bucky for it.

Ever since then he’s been on the little obsessive side of being careful with you. After finishing he doesn’t let himself fall to the side like others would. Instead he immediately focuses on you, asking if you were okay or if you needed anything. Even though your eyes were still rolled back in your head and your knuckles hadn’t released their grip on the sheets yet.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you: He loves your breasts. He’s always been more of a boob guy, doesn’t matter if they’re so small they’re flat or so large no shirt could be considered appropriate. There’s nothing better than innocently letting you lean against him. His hand just so happening to land over your breasts, cupping it and squeezing gently.

On himself: He loves his neck, how you nibble at the clean-shaven skin or you scratch through his beard. Your kisses are gentle, like cleaning away any tainted feeling there might have been, and you bites are just enough to distract from any intrusive thoughts.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

After years of ice and murder and no physical contact other than pain a soft touch has more effect. Sometimes he will cum quickly when with you. The old man jokes and the “happens to a lot of men” don’t really help the situation.

What does help is how he’s ready to go after a few minutes of kissing and exploring. Using his fingers and tongue over his dick. Making a new game out of “training”. Which has, so far, favorable results.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Way back in the day the ideal date was the last showing of a movie. Where the theater would be mostly empty, the lights were low, and the employees were too tired to care about enforcing the rules. It was here that he learned to enjoy the female breast, and the joy of forbidden nookie in the dark. Whispering in her ear and getting permission, then his hands would begin to wonder.

With the new age it would be awkward to ask you to do this. As he would have to specifically ask you to wear a skirt, a long one, like the girls way back when. That would most of the fun. But it might be worth it if he gets the chance to cover your mouth in the dark of the theater, the other hand curling and rubbing under a hitched-up skirt.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

When he was young and before anything mattered Bucky got around. Slut might be too strong of a word, but more like the local tom cat most would pet but no one wanted to let inside.

With his experience with women before easily transferred to you now. Although hindered by his fear of new strength and arm he started to find himself again. Although it’d be a little weird to admit, doing the same things with you as he did before helps with finding the good memories.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

On a hard surface, where your butt is barely on the edge and most of your weight being supported by him.

It’s here that he can be engulfed by you. Bury his face into your shoulder and hair, inhale deeply and groan as you run a hand through his hair. Where you can cross your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer, tighter and groaning as it’s deeper.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s more serious when it comes down to it. Preferring to get you in the mood with a nice hold and a sweeping kiss then with a goofy grin and silly movements.

Sometimes he’ll play with you via a cute nip or taking you up in his arms. Where you’d scream and laugh but succumb to his charms in the end. Using that chance to be the one who kisses him deeply, groaning while doing so.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

During his time as an asset he had to clean shaven everywhere; from beard to chest to lower it had to be gone and smooth.

Now, with his freedom, he started to his chest and arm hair grow out. The same with below the belt but that he tries to keep a little more groomed then just going wild like his hair and beard. Even those aspect he has considered a trim or more.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It varies from situation or even time how he treats the moment. Where quickies and the slightly tipsy sex are treated with more “get in and get done” attitude. When it’s early morning or there is time carved out of the day it’s slower and a stronger connection with more kisses and less rutting.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’d rather have you but there are times when he just can’t handle being with someone right now. It’s nothing personal, everything has just become too much and he needs a little time away from you, from everyone.

It’s there that he usually finishes himself off. Better to jerk one off then to live with blue balls during this episode.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves a woman in uniform; lingerie, stockings, a little soldier’s uniform or nurse that wouldn’t be appropriate in the field. Hours could be spent running his hands over the fabric, touching skin, and then finding more tight fabric.

The difference between Bucky and others is that the ‘uniforms’ aren’t immediately removed for the prize underneath. Instead he pulls and tugs at the strings until the goods are within his grasp.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He doesn’t have an exact location he likes to steal you away to. Anywhere that’s private, an office or your room, even your kitchen or living room. Just so long as there isn’t an audience. Or there isn’t an audience he can’t glare away.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It’s not an exact thing you do, or that he sees. It’s a growing feeling that starts in the morning with a head kiss, or when you walk towards him with that smile. All innocent things that he hangs onto throughout the day.

It’s amazing that you haven’t broken a nose being bent over when he gets his hands on you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Restraints on his wrists and ankles, he can’t handle anything holding him down. Even too hard of a grip on his wrists are enough to send him into a bad place.

To avoid this you jokingly hold him down by intertwining your fingers. Pressing them Into the bed with a little squeeze, making sure he knew that, if he wanted, he could switch things around. A few times he has taken advantage of that. Slipping an arm around your back after his eyes go slightly glasses. Moving into a different, better, scenario of being with you rather then slipping into the past.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you before him. How his hands look through your hair, gripping and holding it, control that guides you through the paces.

It’s not that he’s unwilling to go down on you, get and give and all that. But it’s being able to sit back and let himself be pampered that makes the relationship the best he’s ever had.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

What he’s capable of and what he delivers are two different things. He’s slow, he takes his time, and is gentle to the point of teasing.

It took some time before you could convince him to go a little faster, maybe a little rougher. It’s only when you take control that he realizes he wants to have more. The experimenting of his thrusts and grabs and little smacks on your backside as gradual but it’s growing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Most of his trysts back int eh day were quickies, and he’s continued to tradition into the modern day. Wanting you whenever he has a moment, or when his blood starts pumping from the smallest, dumbest things.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

A surprisingly vanilla guy it takes some coaxing to get him to try new things. Using little bits of negotiation; “It’s a different position, you’re on top.” “we’ll be gentle, with eachother.”

There have been several times where he’s said no to things, like restraints or chains or anything of the like. But he’s willing to try other things; new positions or maybe some food play that didn’t go as well as you thought. Although, going from sex to eating sundaes in your underwear was a fun experiment.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Although he’s had issues of premature arrival he’s like a horse. Ready to go again after a few minutes, kissing and massaging you in the meantime.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Bucky has never been big on toys. You have your own, a vibrator or something else to keep you busy while he was gone. But he’s always made a little face when you would bring something in or suggest something to be added.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he teases you it’s almost always by accident.

He almost crushes you, laying chest to chest with you. Nuzzling into your shoulder and neck, his hands and fingers sliding past quivering thighs into your center. Being gentle but taking his time to the point that the red on your face wasn’t just a blush.

“If you don’t-I swear…” Words are hard to find when the man above you is taking your breathe away and refusing to give it back. “If you don’t do anything…I’m gonna rip your other arm off.”

After a second he smiles against your neck. Probably only now realizing what he was unintentionally doing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Bucky was a quiet man from both his training and just his personality. Trying to coax the sounds from him wasn’t working nearly as well as people had suggested. The best you could get was a grunt and a groan, maybe a few grumbled words.

It takes a conversation away from the bedroom to learn he just doesn’t like making noises. He’s not the kind of person who will scream and “oh yeah, oh yeah” all night.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sex was the closest thing he could get to an effective drug. Where nothing existed in that moment except for you and how it felt to have everything about you as his. In this same vein he was addicted to you.

In the middle of the night, when the dreams were sliding into his mind, he would reach out for you. So long as he could find you, his drug of choice, before the dreams took hold everything could and would be fine.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He never really cared about the size of himself. No one had ever mentioned whether it was smaller or larger than average. He was thicker than most, something he could only tell by your face when he enters, it’s only then that he truly cares.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As previously mentioned his want for you would build and build throughout the day. But he never went out of his way to ask you, or pressure into have sex. It’s only when you ask or drop enough hints that he gets it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s had trouble sleeping since Wakanda, but when he does sleep, he sleeps like the dead. After finishing he stays against you, holding close to your body that had fought away nightmares and memories alike.

It’s random who falls asleep first. Either of you feeling the other start to breathe deeper; Bucky seeming to take comfort in the smell of your sweat and living body. You finding the metal arm and holding it close, hoping to make the metal warm enough to be mistaken for a hand.

#reader insert #jame bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #the winter solider imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes imagine #A-Z headcannons #A-Z

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tracelessrp · 3 years

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YONA GREENSPAN is a 21 year old FEMALE WEREWOLF, who looks a lot like SARA WAISGLASS. YONA spends time at Traceless because HER PACK IS THERE AND SHE LOVES OPEN MIC NIGHTS AT THE CAFE. SHE is known for BEING AN EXCITABLE WEREWOLF AND BANGING OUT THE TUNES.

Hometown: Nyack, New York Current Residence: Traceless Special Abilities: Yona is a werewolf, and fairly standard as it comes to abilities. Even when not shifted, she is faster and stronger than she looks, and has particularly good stamina. She has relatively good control over her shifts, and only starts to wolf out when she is really excited.

It does not seem like she has any other special abilities due to being a werewolf. However, she is moderately convinced that if she keeps trying to test out various powers, she will find another one out. She has a list of options that she has eliminated.

Apart from the supernatural stuff, Yona enjoys and has an ear for music. Her aunt and uncle put her into piano lessons when she was little, and she spent a lot of time practicing. She can pick up a guitar and get some chords down, but she doesn’t really like it as much as keys and singing. It can be difficult to get her to stop singing, and she isn’t very quiet about it.

Character Background:

tw: death, death of a mother, neglect of child

Arielle Greenspan had a one night stand after a night out with a friend of an acquaintance, and promptly put it out of mind until she realized that she was pregnant two months later. Arielle decided having a baby would be a great idea, and proceeded to get fully into baby fever. Playing it by ear, Arielle had her little girl, and shifted most of her work to home. Arielle’s younger brother Joey, completely bewildered by the concept of children, asked bluntly if the dad was in the picture. The answer was no, and Joey did not get much more information out of his sister than that.

As for the child, she had a pleasant early childhood. While Yona would color within the lines, she had an odd way of doing it. Yona wasn’t stupid, but she never had the finest grasp on common sense. She was an affectionate, exuberant little girl who she loved following her mom around, leading her Uncle Joey to call her a duckling. Joey enjoyed being the fun uncle, but he had never imagined that he would need to be anything more than that. ‘Godfather’ was supposed to just be a formality- a title to say that you wanted to be there in the kid’s life, right? He never seriously considered that he would have to lose his older sister so soon.

Joey had literally just gotten married three months ago, and had been looking forward to child-free adventures with his wife Genevieve for the foreseeable future. And now he had to worry about a kid who couldn’t be trusted not to put a fork in the electrical outlet? He seriously considered what would happen if he put up his six year old niece for adoption, but after Arielle’s funeral, Yona pouted and wouldn’t let go of his hand for two hours, so he had to keep her. Surely he could still get to go on his adventures as long as he found a good babysitter.

Yona’s childhood and adolescence were a little odd. She was always left under the care of somebody when Joey and Gen got the traveling itch, but those were often eccentric friends that were clueless about what to do with a kid. Sometimes her aunt and uncle brought her along on their adventures, and she was left to roam around European cities untethered. Joey and Gen read exactly zero parenting resources, and they were proud of it. Most nine year olds don’t receive a vibrator for their birthday without explanation, for example.

As sex-positive an environment as the Greenspan home was, Yona was left to the mercy of the American sex education program for any actual guidance. Twelve year old Yona, brimming with questions, asked the teacher if it was normal for girls going through puberty to “grow hair in weird places, feel really emotional all of a sudden, and have your body start to change?” After vehement reassurance that of course this was normal along with some arcane-looking diagrams of the human body, it took Yona three months to realize that it was in fact not normal to change into an entire wolf once a month. Her uncle and aunt agreed that this was very weird, but Gen had always been really into learning about the paranormal and mythology in general. After taking Yona to several obviously fake psychics and to meet up with some guy on Craigslist that sincerely believed that he was a werewolf but definitely wasn’t, Gen had almost given up hope.

On a trip when she was thirteen, Yona started talking randomly to a lady in a pie shop (she loved chatting with strangers and her aunt and uncle rarely stopped her).. and the woman happened to be another werewolf. Since werewolves had a good sense of smell in identifying their own kind and other supernatural species, the stranger lady asked Yona some tentative questions. Latching immediately onto this random woman she had just met (she said her name was HJ), she had a very informational and oddly calming conversation. Only after sharing more information than you should probably share with an adult stranger and promises from HJ for help finding a pack in New York agreed to join her very first pack did she grab her Aunt Gen. Unfortunately, HJ didn’t live in New York, so Yona had to join a pack with a whole bunch of strangers instead of her chill new adult friend. And the new pack was pretty nice. Yona thought that being part of a pack was way better than having to deal with the painful shifts on her own in the backyard.

Getting to join her own secret grown-up pack prompted Yona to start acting out more. She stayed out late, threw parties at the house when her aunt and uncle weren’t home, and pulled some truly epic pranks. The weirdest part was that Joey and Gen didn’t seem to notice or care. She would skip school sometimes and nobody at home would even mention it. All she wanted was to be noticed. She played up how much alcohol and drugs she was doing (basically nothing), and her aunt and uncle completely ignored it. She tried sleeping with some okay boy at her school when she was sixteen, but felt gross afterward and decided for once maybe she didn’t want every speck of attention she could get. She had been planning on telling her aunt matter-of-factly about that, but decided to keep at least that much to herself. It took Yona a full year to figure out that oh, she was interested in girls instead. Something about telling a pretty girl that she painfully turned into a big gray wolf every month made her feel insecure. It didn’t help that Yona found herself absolutely infatuated with just about every woman she met. Some crushes were deeper than others, but her feelings always felt real, exciting, and devastatingly painful. From her perspective, love was both brutal and amazing, and she wanted nothing more than to find it- even if it hurt. Still, it took Yona another year to admit out loud that she was gay (so gay), and desperate. What really pissed her off was when she came out to her uncle and aunt, only for Joey to reply with a casual, “Yeah, we’ve known since you were twelve.” Well it would have helped if someone had given her a hint!

Yona moved out of her aunt and uncle’s as soon as she had her high school diploma under her belt, and tried to figure out what she wanted to do with herself. Apparently, her mom had been on track to be some sort of superstar consultant. Most of the estate was funneled into a trust set up for Yona. Uncle Joey had told her he couldn’t figure out how any of that money stuff worked, and had done what the financial advisor guy who was in charge of the trust told him to do with the money. Yona didn’t feel like a trust fund baby or anything, but it was nice to know that even if she messed up, her mom had wanted to make sure she was okay. A lot of the time, Yona wondered if her mom would have been proud of her.

After moving out, Yona left her New York pack on good terms, and bought a motorcycle. Her aunt had shown her how to ride (it had only led to two near-wrecks), and this seemed more cinematic than buying a junker car that stood a chance of breaking down to drive across the country. She had been accepted at a couple of colleges (she’d kept her grades up well enough in spite of everything), but did not feel strongly about going to school when she felt weirdly stuck. Her aunt and uncle had never felt like parents, and she fantasized about discovering herself out west. Riding across the country (and getting hella lost in South Dakota… how was she supposed to keep the two Dakotas straight?) was a formative experience. It was a good thing that she had werewolf strength and instincts because Yona did not get any less naïve through this experience.

Eventually, she wound up in Seattle, which Yona thought was a bit like New York through a puddle. She didn’t really know if she even liked Seattle (mostly she just didn’t get it), but she did learn that there was a super cool-seeming café that catered to people like her. Or, well, werewolves plus a whole bunch of other species that Yona had not given a thought further than “they exist” to. For some reason, the café people wouldn’t let her bring her motorcycle into the shop so that she could have it on the other side of… well, wherever she wanted to take it. Anyway, Yona decided that she liked Traceless pretty well, and also really liked the idea of getting in on those open mic nights. Traceless was a lot better than trying to get lost somewhere even more frustrating than the Dakotas, so she stuck around. She enrolled in college, and half by-accident joined a new pack. It was great! She got to see HJ again and actually be in a pack with her. A lot of the Bonfire Pack lived in a cluster of houses in Traceless, and Yona enthusiastically moved in one with HJ. To anyone that asked, HJ was her aunt, but they were also not related in any way. Her new pack was a lot more dysfunctional and much less organized than her first pack, but Yona liked it better that way. After about four years in Traceless, she was one term away from graduating in the fall term, and not sure what she planned to do with herself apart from pitching in around the pack’s camp.

(ooc: lisa, 29, she/her, pacific)

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itsakpopalypse · 4 years

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Jung Yunho/U-Know (TVXQ) Astrology- How he loves

A gift to a lovely friend (think late birthday gift) @zev-parrish, i give you, your man.

As all astrology is meant to be fun, i will disclaim here that i cant find a birthtime, (as with most of these charts) so keep in mind not all of it will be right. this is for fun, please don’t at me lol

So, his chart is split pretty evenly between Aquarius and Sagittarius.

both are “active” but he does have some Capricorn and Taurus to even this out some, and with a North node in Taurus he is the type to only practice deep and meaningful relationships, whether romantic of platonic

His Aquarius is Sun, Mercury, Venus, Jupiter.

His Sagittarius is Mars, Saturn and Uranus.

His moon and Neptune is in Capricorn., taurus (rising) and North Node

So now to decode those placements and why they matter

All the Aquarius says to me that he is forward thinking, kind of out of the box but actually a lot more intellectual than he seems at first

probably a bit out of the box thinker, kind of “So I have this CRAZY idea” and it’s JUSt crazy enough to work

Aquarians put the greater good above self, so he likely has a strong moral code that he sticks to and will speak up if people violate the rights of others,

Aquarius in Mercury tells me he is a very enthusiastic speaker, a hand talker and quite charming,

his energy radiates out and draws people in

between the sag and aquarius it’s likely he doesn’t force anyone to listen or follow, he just exists, and people are drawn in by this strong sense of self he carries.

his spirit is likely an oasis for people

like you just know that you can be yourself because he is so nonjudgmental and thoughtful

Aquarius Venus means he’s big on boundaries, he respects everyone, their right to their own time, and prefers things to fall into place.

in relationships, he is not the type to force time together, or demand a lot, but if time is given he will treasure that, understanding how important someone’s choice to spend their time with him would be

Mars in Sagittarius says that he is PASSIONATE and DRIVEN

if he has a goal, he will figure out how to get to that,

with the combination of that mars and cap moon, he probably refuses to lose when it comes to competition,

lowkey has a bit of self doubt, the Capricorn moon indicates he isn’t always sure he’s worth praise or that he can do things,

but he also wont give up, especially if he feels like other people need him to keep going.

gains strength from those around him,

when he gains focus on something, just stand back and watch him go, because he will succeed.

His sagittarius Uranus suggests he will challenge authority if he thinks it impedes the forward momentum of others

a champion of the underdogs, ready to stand up for those with less strength, even if he wouldn’t do it for himself.

The combinations of Aquarius and Sagittarius he has makes me think he is just this pure ball of passion,

so much to do , so much to learn, such strong opinions.

He isn’t necessarily stubborn, at least not if he respects you, but he will hold very strong morals that he sees as non negotiable.

he prefers deep friendships that make him think,

someone who challenges his thinking and keeps him sharp

he would want someone he can have deep conversations with or at the drop of a hat decide on a random adventure

think “It’s two am and there’s a meteor shower, come outside I have blankets and a place to watch from.”

he’d already be outside with hot drinks and a treat, and a huge, unfathomably charming smile.

In a relationship, this translates to the most easygoing slide into love

you’d just be the closest friends, never realizing that you were more until one day he turns to say some horrible joke and you have this oh shit moment

oh you’re in love

and he is too, and he already KNOWS you are,

but seeing the revelation on your face would please him beyond words.

kind of like he was waiting for you to figure it out.

he’d just slide an arm around you and kiss your forehead.

seems the type to be affectionate in the most sugary sweet ways?

almost innocently

brushing the hair from your face or tracing the tip of your nose with his finger

giggles and secretive smiles, the type to be so INNATELY PROUD that you are his,

i dont think he would be egotistical, or think much about his own looks or that of others

he is looking for a soul connection and yearns for that deep earth shattering closeness that doesn’t even need words

the type build over time and attention

probably pays close attention to your smallest concerns and wishes,

secretly plans to make them all happen for you

would be so loyal and unshakably single minded in a relationship

it would be impossible to turn his head once his heart made a choice

people often think Aquarians fear commitment but that’s not true, they just don’t want to commit until the strength of a bond is undeniable.

he wants to feel so understood by another that he knows that they are on his side no matter what.

wow that’s soooooo

probably very into traditional cute relationship things. loves to savor the sweetness of new love.

hand holding would probably make him feel so ?? loved??

that would turn to longer embraces

something tells me he’s the kiss the back of the hand type

that’s just a haunch.

just so connected and loyal, a wholesome lover.

18+ below, we gettin

SP I C Y

yikes, big YIKES

alright so HERE’S THE THING

Aquarians are very altruistic and compassionate in life.....

and very passionate and adventurous in bed...

Sagittarius are LIKEWISE very up for anything

I don’t actually see him as particularly *dominant* or submissive

He just seems like a very sensual and high passion lover

what? Is? gentle?

this man is going to play with sensation and pressures in different ways

very giving, and very proud of what he can do

remember driven, competitive and caring?

that translates to varied and sometimes risky encounters

maybe public play?

“Let’s see how fast you fall apart for me before someone comes.”

and you’ll come before anyone else does, he will be sure of it,

Oh, you’re too loud?

the type to stick his finger in your mouth while he fucks you against a wall, maintaining eye contact with a smirk and a raised brow.

that’s.. oof

remember how his mercury is also Aquarius? and I said that means a good communicator?

that translates here too.

praise kink probably goes both ways,

loves the sensuality of your words whispered into his skin just as much as he likes to do the same to you

to be honest Venusian Aquarius is the least jealous and most likely to be down for polyamory or just .. including someone else in play

he doesn’t feel insecure in these situations, as i stated if he is in a relationship he craves emotional intimacy and connection, so he already knows his worth and someone else being there sexually wouldn’t faze him

Sagittarius mars means he really likes to feel as much the center of your desire as you are his,

talk pretty to him and he will make you forget every name except his

the type to leave a trail of bites and kisses across your skin, blossoms of purple and blue that he takes pride in

not in a possessive way, in an intimate way that shows how you trust each other

also down to destroy your pelvis,

probably likes to try new positions,

almost definitely likes you on top where he can talk you through your movements and splay your hands on his chest, one controlling hand around your throat with just enough pressure to keep you from collapsing against him

just enough to make you grind into him with desperation,

wanting to see you fall apart for him in the most beautiful way

alternates between deep gazes into your eyes as you call his name , intimate and so filled with love that he wants to immortalize the moment

....and the most rushed, passion induced “i have to have you now” fucks

dirty raw and emotional , he likely doesn’t have flings.

even the fastest most rushed encounter is so filled with what he carries in his heart that you never doubt his devotion.

Aftercare is probably giving you something to clean up with while he tucks you against his body and breathes in your scent,

content to make you happy, content to feel you close

seems like a round two after a nap kinda guy, so I hope you have stamina

just a really intimate lover that wants to feel you inside his heart while he’s inside you.

a two hearts beat as one, sort of lover.

I hope you liked it dear !!!

requests are currently closed while I catch up, but you can ask me if I have a certain Idol on the list and I will let you know!

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Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way

Prompt No. 11 - Light

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - Light

Danny takes one more look at Steve with a teasing grin on his lips. "Show me. Which way?" His eyebrows climb up the forehead. He cocks the head to the side, just for kicks to flirt with the most handsome guy in the western hemisphere.

Steve has just agreed to show him his garden. And a split second ago there has been a wide smile on his beautiful face. What has happened between the last second and this second?

They don't know each other and at the same time, Danny's blood rushes at a different speed through his veins. He heaves a sigh because something inside him has finally arrived, is finally able to stop running, to stop looking. And Danny has no freaking idea what that even means, and why he's having such crazy thoughts. It's not the first time, he's stuck in a challenging situation with a stranger just to experience and undergo emotions that run so deep he gets the feeling to run out of air.

But Steve – God, this fearless man, broke down and mended himself back together almost in no time. And falling in love, at first sight, is kind of traumatic, too. It bereaves Danny of all his believes he's had about love. The love, the one no one ever gets to meet and especially not him. And still, Danny gets to breathe in fresh air after what seems like the longest of time. It shocks him to the core.

Steve has made him stay, has made him see how he has risen from hell. Danny senses the sweltering heat in his chest as an after sensation of Steve's struggle. What emotional resilience, what emotional raw strength, and stamina that must have taken out of Steve. But with the impact of a drilling arrow through his chest, Danny realizes the delicacy of his demand – the demand to see 'more' of Steve. Steve hasn't refused Danny's ask. He just agreed on the spot, more like a reflex he starts to regret, maybe? Danny can't breathe.

Admiration, devotion, and respect so profound it hurts render him speechless. Danny's lost for words. He can't grasp fast enough how the mood changes, like the wind in the air. The sails of his soul feel a different blow. Danny stops walking to the door across the living room.

Steve's lips still show the shadow of a confident smile but his eyes grow darker with the pupils enlarging. Danny knows he asks a lot of the guy. They're bonding and the sheer thought of this incurable romantic, stupid motion makes him slow down his steps.

Danny has no idea which way to go. He doesn't have a clue where Steve's 'home-grown jungle' could be. There's ridiculous thick jungle all around the funny, out-of-shape house and along the gravel road leading up to Steve's place. And Danny has also no clue if Steve's even up to let a stranger into his green world if Steve has ever shown anyone at all where he disappears when the world closes him on him.

The truth is Danny's shaking. The adrenaline finally kicks in despite the light banter about coffee mugs moments ago. He's not sure if he could hold up the level of a solid mood, they both have worked up so hard to reach. Maybe the tour through Steve's refuge isn't such a good idea.

Steve's fresh out of a solid panic attack Danny has caused and to be honest, he feels slightly out of his depths. Anxiety fits aren't new to him but the shock still stuck in his bones how Steve freaked out, eyes wide and glassy. Maybe, he should just leave. Let Steve have some time of his own. Maybe he should even call Steve's sister to make sure he gets through the night without dark, hellish nightmares. Mary. Steve's sister's name is Mary.

Steve's watching him with an intensity that gets Danny's legs heavy and his steps difficult. "You're not coming?" His eyes find Steve's and his heart stops for a beat. "Help me out, big guy. I don't know what has changed between my question to show me your garden and my steps toward this door."

Steve stays stubbornly silent and Danny slips deeper into a sadness he can't explain. He follows Steve with his eyes.

Steve places his mug gently on the countertop and comes over to where Danny stands rooted to the spot. He's unable to see anything else but Steve and the way large dirt smudges show where he has wiped off the dirt to get to his weapon. Steve's bare feet sticking out from worn leg pants, the skin dirty from walking without shoes. The sight touches Danny's heart unprepared. His hand curls around the mug pressed to his chest. There is weariness but also skittishness to Steve's posture. He watches Danny as if he regrets having agreed to show him around.

"Look, Steve, no offense taken if you change your mind. We don't have to go visit your jungle. I didn't mean to pressure you or to make you uncomfortable again." Danny gushes, in a hurry to cut through this heavy, thick mood he can't fend off. "I was just trying to steer us away from this abyss of terrible memories – whatever. Steve?"

Steve's gaze is like the softest of kisses. Danny almost drops the mug. Steve walks past Danny and brushes against his drawn-up arm. Danny revels in the sensation to smell Steve's skin, earth and sweat, and to have a memory of how damn solid and hard Steve's abs feel pressed to his arm. Danny wants to walk right out the front door. He's not sure he's ever mustered that much self-control not to turn around and to grab at Steve's shirt to pull him in.

Steve's fingers curl around the door pull at the light-blue wooden door that shields a private part from curious eyes. "Danny, I'm good. I said yes and I'll show you my garden. It's just – no one ever saw it. I haven't – there hasn't been anyone further than this door and I'm kind of – kind of nervous but I want to show you, make you see."

Danny approaches carefully. He places his mug on the small table on the way over. "Make me see what?"

"That I'm not just the broken guy you helped putting back together just now." Steve pressed the handle down. The door clicks open and with his hand sprawled wide on the wooden surface, he pushes the door wide open. "Follow me."

Danny steps through the door like through a guarded gate and finds himself in a different world. He knows instantly why Steve hides this place from the public, guards it with everything. It's not the plants or the amount of green that embraces Danny in a way he has never felt plants and flowers and trees before but it's what hovers over this secret place of peace. It's the pieces in Steve's soul that aren't damaged, aren't eaten up by cruelty and death. This place is vibrant with life and love. So much love.

Danny gasps. He can't take another step in his shoes. It's not right. He has to feel. He wants to touch the earth with the sole of his feet, just like Steve. Danny toes off his loafers and pulls his socks off. He has to close his eyes when his bare feet step on Hawai'ian soil. It's wet and cool and soft.

Steve's smile grows wider again as if Danny has passed the first important test. God, what a weird, intense day.

"Did you grow and built that all by yourself?" Danny spreads his arms wide open to take in just everything. The variety of flowers, bushes, small trees, pots, and flowerbeds are an orchestra of beauty and care. The silent melody of wholeness tugs at Danny's heartstrings. The strain to keep the balance of the two worlds is visible on Steve's face. It's like darkness and light and Steve stands in the middle holding both worlds together. It's breathtakingly beautiful and painful at the same time.

"Mostly. This place belonged to my mother's family. I inherited it when she died. She passed it on to me because she knew how important it has been, since the first time she took me with her to help with the seedlings. She had a green thumb, like her mother. I've got her talent to grow things."

"I'm sorry, man, to hear you lost your mother."

"Thanks. She was sick, cancer. She never showed us how much pain she had to fight. She always had a smile for me and Mary. We lost her when I was sixteen. It's a long time ago. She's still here though –" Steve stops talking.

Danny can't look at him. "I'm glad you have something to remember her. It's good she lives on in the plants. It's powerful. Beautiful even." The picture of a small boy and his mother, laughing with their hands in the soil, rushes through Danny's mind.

The little, covered lanai is tidy and stocked with two battered wooden chairs and a small table. Sun-bleached worn pillows lie on the chairs. And countless flower pots with a variety of plants and flowers in different stages of growth frame the small, comfortable chill-zone. Watering pots stand lined up, filled with water at one side, right next to the wall with the garden tools. Time stands still in this perfect place where another tide of the world's ocean rises.

"You have a cat?" Danny points astonished at the two bowls in a corner of the lanai. One was filled with dry food and the other one with water.

Steve steps up to his side, closer and with a shy hesitation as if he wasn't still sure about how Danny takes in all the information he spills so freely. Steve breathes a soft chuckle. "Not exactly. I would love to adopt this little guy but he's too shy. It's a stray, a tabby cat. He drops by almost every evening. He sleeps on one of the chairs. I can't touch him yet. It's a he because – big balls, you know." Steve snorts. "He's a wild one. He survives somehow out here but I want him to have a place to refuel his strength and to take a nap when he feels like."

This new cat information does funny things to Danny's heart. "Who takes care of the place and the cat when you're, uh, not around?"

Steve gaze wanders over his small, safe, green kingdom. "Mary and Kawika. Mostly Mary, my sister. I need to know she looks after the wild, brave cat when I'm not here. But I'm not going anywhere anymore."

Danny ignores the last bit. That's a too sensitive topic to touch now. "Where does Mary live?" Danny has decided to ask as much as Steve lets him.

"She's my neighbor. She lives close to the ocean in a beautiful house with her husband Kawika. They looked after my house when I was gone."

"You're good with your sister?"

"Yeah," Steve plays with his toes in the soft soil.

"Do you mind me asking questions?" Danny can't stop himself from getting positive confirmation.

"No," Steve shoots him a side-glance.

"What about your father?"

"He's remarried and lives with his wife about a one-hour drive from our place. We don't get along so great. I live in my parent's house but it's big and it's just me there, so – "

"You prefer this place," Danny fills in the gap.

Steve nods with his hand shoved down his back pockets.

The setting sunlight gets reflected in something hanging on the wall right above a shelf lined up with wonderful big blossomy flowers.

"Why plants? Why flowers? Even if you inherited your mother's talent, I would have imagined you more with cars or even small planes, motorbikes You know, stuff like that, wild and dangerous but not flowers and tender plants that need so much care to grow." Danny asks while he walks over to have a look at the bright reflection where the sunlight gets caught.

Steve's right behind him and waits to reply. Danny steps onto the wooden floor of the lanai and is about to reach out to grab that shiny thing when he hears Steve sharply draw air into his lungs. He stops and freezes. He pulls his hand instantly back when he recognizes what he's spotted.

Dog tags.

TBC

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