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damonjuicyscock · 2 years

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Pictures of you-Chapter 14 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90's Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff AF, mention of sex, funny (dunno if it's even a warning LMAO), language, maybe a few spelling mistakes

Words: 4010

Summary: January 1999: You and Liam get back together. A little surprise comes to invade your life.

A/N: HEYA ! I am back with chapter 14. I saw your birthday wishes and I thank you a lot ! Fun fact: Standing on the shoulder of giants was recorded not so far from my place and I quote places that aren't far as well (it's like 45 minutes away from my place OMG why wasn't I born earlier). I hope you'll enjoy it !

(OML HE'S SO)

One more and last chance. Liam knew what he risked if he fucked up one more time.

On this year 1999, something or someone came to us. And I was still young enough to think it could save and improve our marriage and relationship. And being on medication, I didn’t think it could be possible. But it was.

When Liam found me in December 1998, we had passionate sex. And at the beginning of January, I was late.

So I went to my therapist, thinking meds were affecting my menstrual cycle. It wasn’t.

He prescribed me ne meds and called one of his colleagues, asking him if he could receive me the same day.

Then, he prescribed me a bloodtest.

I was bearing Liam Gallagher’s child.

January 4th 1999- London

When I went home, Liam wasn’t there.

But he had left a word on the table.

“I’m at Noel’s, brainstorming for the next album, you can join me, and I’d like you to. I love you”

So I was back in the tube to join my husband at his brother’s house.

The only bothering thing were the fucking paps in front of Supernova Heights, even though now, I was used to it.

They took pictures of me and asked me questions, but I stood silent. Meg opened the door and I entered.

Hi Y/N, good to see you!

You too Meg!

She closed the door and hugged me. Nausea took over me.

Oh…

Are you okay?

Yeah. I’m just curious, what’s the perfume you’re wearing?

The usual one, the Lacoste one. Why?

Smells good. How are you doing?

Not so fine…

She started to cry.

Hey, what’s going on darling?

I don’t know, I’m not feeling so fine these days. My sleep is bad, it feels like my life is spiralling out of control.

I’m sorry to ask you this but… Have you been drinking or taking drugs lately?

Drugs, no. But alcohol… yes.

I put my hand on her shoulder.

Stop drinking. I can welcome you in the sober people club.

It’s going to be harder than that. I’m addicted Y/N.

Then if you want to, ask Liam to give you the address for rehab. They’ll help you there.

I’m kinda scared about it.

I know, and it’s normal. But it’s the only way, and Noel will have the right to visit you.

Will you come to see me too?

Of course! I answered

She wept her tears and gave me a weak smile.

They’re in the studio. I’ll make some tea and join you there.

Okay.

Meg went to the kitchen, and I knocked at the studio’s door.

I entered and as per usual, Noel was holding his guitar while Liam was trying to sing what his brother was asking him to sing.

Oh hi cock! Noel said when he saw me

Oh hey me love!

Hey you two. Hope you’re doing fine. Noely, you should go help and cuddle your wife. She needs you. I said

Noel put his guitar on the sofa and got out of the studio.

Liam came to me, hugged me, and kissed me while his hands stood on my hips.

I’m happy that ye joined me. Liam said, smiling

I wanted to, and I also wanted to talk to you. There’s something I want to tell you.

Oh yea? Tell me then.

Well, I’ve been to see my therapist this morning, you know? To talk about the fact that I thought my meds and the probability they’re making me late in my cycle.

Oh yea, and so, does it have any…

No. He sent me to do a bloodtest and see one of his colleagues. He prescribed me some other meds and in fact I’m late because you’re going to be a dad. I said, my voice trembling with emotion

Wot?!

I’m pregnant Liam.

No, that, I understood Y/N. What is it right is how can ye fucking do this to me?

I was stunned, I never imagined he would react like this.

I beg your pardon? I asked

How can ye do this to me?

Hey Liam, I wasn’t alone when conceiving this baby! You were there!

I thought ye were on the fucking pill!

Oh because you thought I kept taking the pill after your fiasco with Lisa?

Oh, here we fucking go again!

Yes, and we’re not done with this, I told you it wouldn’t be this easy! You thought I forgot about it? Well no, and I’ll never forget what you did to me, to us! I clearly wasn’t enough! So yeah, when I left you, I stopped taking this shit that can fuck with my body, because I wasn’t seeing myself fucking another man than my fucking husband compared to you! You asked me if we could start over and that’s what I’m doing, and this baby is the proof of it!

Well it will be without me, thank ye! Liam shouted

Noel had witnessed the scene.

Liam! He shouted

I started crying, my hormones also taking over. All I already was multiplied per 1000. Now it was per 1 000 000.

Fuck you Liam! I shouted

I got out of the studio, running to Noel and Meg’s Garden.

Meg found me there while Liam and Noel were arguing, as per usual.

Hey what’s going on Y/N? Meg asked

For fuck’s sake! I yelled

Meg took me in her arms, as I sobbed uncontrollably.

What did he do this time?

Rejecting me. And the baby I’m bearing. His fucking baby, his child!

You’re pregnant?

Yes. 3 weeks pregnant.

Damn… what a bast…

Meg, please!

Sorry, it’s just… how can he refuse that? Has he ever wanted to have a baby?

I don’t know, we never talked about it. I just thought that it maybe wasn’t the moment, that we were taking our time, that maybe one day we would have kids even if I never thought about it and never thought if I wanted some, which I doubt because the poor kid will inherit my fucking rotten DNA!

Hey, calm damn love! Meg said

She saw I was starting to panic and tried to calm me down.

Meg can ye go to the studio with Liam please? I need to talk to Y/N. Noel said, arriving outside

Sure. I'll be right back.

She went inside but Liam was gone.

Noel sat beside me.

Fag? He proposed

Noel…

I know yer pregnant but ye might need one. It’s only one.

I accepted. He lit mine first, then lit his. I took a drag of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

He’s angry at ye.

What the fuck?! I wasn’t alone to conceive this baby! It’s just… It wasn’t planned!

Don’t ye two know birth control?

Oh shut up! I’m going to tell you the same thing I said to your brother. Do you really think I kept taking this shitty pill after he cheated on me and I left him?

Yea, ye’ve got a point.

So I do know birth control, your brother doesn’t, but in what concerns his baby…

I touched my belly

Ye want it, do ye?

Your brother asked me for a new start. This baby is our new start. I never asked myself if I wanted to be a mother. But it happens… why not after all?

I understand. I’d like to have babies with Meg too.

Really?

Yea, but it’s not about me here.

I said what I had to say Noel. I want my new start.

So ye chose its name then? New start? That’s… particular.

I laughed

You’re a twat.

No, I just prefer to see me best friend laugh. He answered with a wide smile

I recognize the Noel I knew. What happened to you these past few years?

I stopped doing drugs. It was destroying me, and I was hurting people. I also slow down on alcohol. I was mean and wasn’t myself because of this. Soz for being such a prick Y/N.

It’s okay. It’s good to see you like this though.

But I don’t mind a little spliff from one time to another.

Oh you know, as long as it’s not cocaine or some shit like that…

Yea.

What should I do with your brother? How should I act?

Talk to him. That’s the only way with Liam.

When I got home, Liam wasn’t there. He only came back at midnight, completely wasted.

I heard the door slam shut, which woke me up. He was holding a bottle of rum in his hand.

Where were you? I asked calmly but worried

At the pub.

Celebrating something?

More like drowning me despair with beers and rum.

What despair?

Ye wouldn’t get it.

If it’s about the baby, I…

Yes, it’s about the damn baby!

Liam almost fell, but I caught him.

Okay Smirnoff, sit down and let’s have a talk. And stop sipping your rum, you need to have you mind cleared.

There’s nothing to say Y/N, what can I fucking tell ye?

I don’t know. Talk to me. Why are you so fucking angry about the idea of having a baby with me?

I’m not angry about ye.

Then who?

Me fucking father.

What does he have to do with all this?

Fucking everything! I’m so fucking scared Y/N!

What? But… why?

What if I’m a bad father, huh? I won’t be violent with me own kid but… what if I make fucking big mistakes?

I put my hand on his.

You will my love. And I will too. They won’t be big, but we’ll make mistakes. Together. Nobody’s perfect Li’. But what I know is that you’ve never been a wife and kid beater.

Liam looked at me, with tears in his eyes.

No. But I already hurt ye, and I don’t want to do it again, nor hurt this kid. I just can’t.

You won’t. We will work on this. You asked me for a new start, don’t you think it’s our chance? I know it wasn’t planned, I know we never talked about it, but did you ever think about having children?

I did, I even recognized Molly even if I don’t… Shit, soz me love.

It’s okay. What has been done is done. You have a daughter and I think that’s a good thing you recognized her.

I’m just shitting me pants. That’s all. But I fucking want this baby with ye. I wanted it since the moment I laid me eyes on ye. Breeding ye, putting a baby in ye, see ye grow it, see how even more beautiful ye would be while bearing me baby…

This time, I was the one to have tears in my eyes. I kissed my husband before they could spill.

What an adventure it is to be with you, Liam Gallagher.

June 16th 1999- Saint Raphaël- France

We were now in France where Oasis were recording Standing on the shoulder of giants in Montauroux, a few kilometers away from where Meg and I we established our headquarter.

Saint Raphaël was a little city located by the sea. We could shop, eat, take sunbathes, see gigs from French artists…

Of course, we visited other towns and cities around when I wasn’t taking pictures. But we both had a crush on Saint Raphaël.

On this day, we decided I would drive us to the beach in Fréjus, just next to Saint Raphaël. It was our “day off” in a way and Meg absolutely wanted us to go without the boys.

I love your swimsuit! Meg said

Thank you! I had trouble to find it actually.

Why’s that?

Because most of the swimsuits for pregnant women are absolutely horrific.

Oh, you should tell me where you bought it then.

It took me a few seconds before realizing what she meant.

Wait a second… Are you telling me you’re…

She nodded, a big smile on her face.

Yeah, I’m pregnant.

I screamed with joy and hugged her.

Oh my god I’m so happy for you! when are you due?

January. You’re the first to know so don’t say anything. I just wanted to tell you first because I find it so exciting for us to be pregnant at the same time.

It is, indeed!

And what about you? Your belly grew up so fast!

And yet, it’s not over!

Do you know about the gender? I didn’t ask before because I felt it might have been indiscrete.

Meg, you’re my beloved sister-in-law and my friend, don’t hesitate to ask! And to answer you, I have an appointment in two days in Nice. Liam will accompany me. I think we will know there.

That’s cool! Have you started thinking about a name?

Not yet. Liam and I we want to wait to know about the gender first so we won’t have to look for boys and girls names at the same time.

I understand. And what’s your feeling? Boy or girl?

I don’t know. The baby hasn’t kicked yet. I’ll probably know when I’ll feel the strength of its kicks. I said caressing my growing belly

If this baby is this calm, it’s probably a girl.

Dunno. And what about you? I know it’s too early to say since you’re only a month pregnant but what does your maternal instinct tells you?

Oh I think probably a girl. And you’re the one who made this happen. Thank you, Y/N.

Oh stop Meg, I only have a little part in all this, you know? You have to thank yourself first. You’re the one who made this happen. You decided to go to rehab and be cured. I was just a little help.

June 17th 1999- Nice- Nice Hospital

I’m panicked Li’.

Like fer every ultrasound. Don’t worry baby, ye know the baby is healthy. Ye would feel it if there was summat wrong.

You might be right.

I am, me.

The doctor arrived and made us enter.

So Mrs Gallagher, how have you been feeling since last month?

Good, merci doctor.

Anything to report? Is the baby moving?

I haven’t felt it move yet. Is it normal?

Oh don’t worry about this, it will come very soon, some are just lazy. He said chuckling

I smiled and even though I didn’t like his comment, insinuating my baby would be lazy.

She’s panicked everytime we come to see ye. She’s scared that something might be wrong with the baby.

Mrs Gallagher, you would be the first to know and feel if something was wrong with the baby, I can promise you. But still, we’re going to control this, like each month.

So it was time for echography. Liam was sat by my side, holding my hand to reassure me.

Your baby is as healthy as the last month. And I remember what exactly you wanted to know. I’m happy to say you’re expecting a healthy baby boy!

Liam and I both looked at each other and kissed. I think deep down, Liam felt relieved to know we were having a boy. I felt him worried about the idea of having a girl. And boys are easier to educate. Or so I thought.

What about Liam?

No Liam, we’re not calling our son Liam, calm your fucking watermelon head for a second.

Hey don’t swear, he can hear you!

Oh yeah, so true, he’s going to come out of me screaming “fuck”! I answered sarcastically

Liam sighed

Paul.

No.

John.

Too basic.

George.

No way my boy’s gonna have a gramps name.

Ringo.

Are you done quoting the Beatles’s names? Ringo isn’t even his real name, it’s Richard and there’s no way for my son to be called Richard.

Sid.

Hell no.

Mick.

Don’t even start me with the stones’s names. I’m thinking about something but I’m not even sure you’ll like it.

He rolled his eyes.

Tell me.

What about Lennon?

Lennon?

Yeah, Lennon. So you can always call him after your favorite Beatle.

Lennon… Lennon Gallagher… Yea… I like it! Fucking cool name!

Yeah, I also love the way it sounds!

John Lennon Gallagher…

No. Only Lennon Gallagher.

I was joking ye knob. He answered smiling

Wanna test? I asked

What d’ye mean?

Talk to him. Let’s see if he reacts.

Liam smiled and approached his face from my now kinda big belly.

He left a kiss there and caressed it.

Oi you, yer mam and I we decided to call ye Lennon. D’ye like it? It’s like… biblical and godlike man.

The baby didn’t react.

I think that’s a no. I said chuckling

Liam took a big inspiration

Oi Lennon! Liam spoke closer to my belly, almost shouting

I felt him jump inside me and he gave me a big kick that hurt me.

Geez Liam! Don’t fucking do this! I laughed

Ah see? He reacted!

You woke him up for fuck’s sake, he was asleep! You traumatized him and it hurts me!

Soz!

I put my hand on my belly, caressing it.

It’s okay baby. You have to know that your dad is always very loud. But don’t worry Lennon. Your dad is also very kind, and you’ll have fun with him, and he won’t traumatize you anymore. Don’t you Liam?

Oh fuck off! I didn’t do it on purpose! He said, laughing

Yes you did. You wanted him to react.

Liam opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out of it. Until…

Yea. Soz. Soz Lennon, I just wanted ye to react.

The baby kicked.

I think he forgives you. I said, smiling at my husband.

Someone knocked at our bedroom’s door.

Wot? Liam shouted

Noel opened the door.

Our kid, I have bad news. He said

What is it? I asked

Bonehead is leaving the band.

Oh shit.

September 12th 1999- London

We were back in London since Oasis had finished their album, without Bonehead and Guigsy who had left the band. Liam was deeply affected, while Noel was selfish and angry, just thinking about “they left the band” and not why they did.

They still were in studio with their producer to make the final arrangements.

It was around 6pm this evening when it started. I was shopping baby stuff with Meg and for her since she learned that Noel and her were expecting a baby girl.

I had small contractions but nothing unmanageable.

Oh my god, Y/N, look at this cute jumper!

Very cute indeed! But this one is even more cute! I said, showing her one with a baby unicorn

I’m taking it!

No, I do! What am I going to offer you otherwise?

Okay, I don’t insist!

Then suddenly, a big contraction. I put my hand on one of the racks and exhaled loudly.

Are you okay? Meg asked

Yeah, the baby is just acting up. Did you find the teddy bear for my son?

Yeah, follow me, I found it in the plush department.

I followed her, starting to walk but it started to hurt even more. I bit the inside of my cheek not to show my pain.

Here it is.

Oh my, this panda is so damn cute! I said

So you don’t want to buy a teddy bear anymore then?

Nope. I have a crush on… Oh fuck, look at this cat’s one!

Make up your mind! Meg said laughing

I did! It will be this holy cat!

And the second after I said that, there was a sound of liquid running on the ground.

What was that noise? Meg asked

It took me a few seconds before understanding this noise actually came from me.

Huh… I think my water just broke. I answered

The Portland Hospital-London

Here I was, panicked and waiting for my husband to arrive.

Meg was with me, and she had called Noel so he would tell Peggy, who took the first plane to London with Paul.

Your pain on a scale to 10? Meg asked

I’m fine darling! The baby is not coming no…ouch.

I’m sure it’s a 10.

Not far. I said, wincing

Liam entered without knocking which scared me.

For fuck’s sake Y/N, are ye okay?

Yes love, don’t worry. I’m not fully dilated yet.

Did ye ask fer the episcopal?

Epidural Li’. Epidural.

Yea, whatever, did ye ask fer it?

I’m not dilated enough yet. So at the moment, it’s only pain and I.

Hi Liam, happy to see you! Meg said sarcastically

Soz, hi Meg. Noel is en route for the airport to welcome mam and Paul.

That’s good. I can’t wait to meet my nephew.

Well actually your nephew is kicking my ass! I groaned

It’s almost over baby. It’s almost over.

Oh I believed him, but he was wrong. 20 hours later, I still didn’t give birth. I was exhausted, crying and in pain. So I beg for the epidural even if it involved syringes which has always been my phobia.

I felt a lot more relaxed after this. Nurses and the midwife came to take me to the delivery room.

Wait! I want to stay with her! Liam said

Liam, it’s not yer place. Peggy answered

I want to stay the fuck with me wife, mam.

Do you think you’re strong enough? the midwife asked

Of course I am! Who d’ye think I am?

A man. And usually men faint in the delivery room. She answered

I won’t, me.

Y/N, do ye want him by yer side? Peggy asked me

I don’t give a flying fuck, get this baby out of me! I cried

I think that’s a yes.

24 hours after entering the hospital, on September 13th 1999, I gave birth to a wonderful son.

Liam didn’t faint until he saw our son. Peggy gave him a big slap and he immediately came back to earth.

I could finally hold my little Lennon in my arms and oh dear he was beautiful. I started crying while observing him, he looked a lot like his father.

We were out of the hospital at 10 pm.

While I was sleeping, Liam took a glass of whiskey and our son in his cosy with his cat plush and went outside to smoke a cigarette.

When he was done, Lennon started crying. Liam immediately took him in his arms, rocking him.

Shh little one. We don’t want to wake yer mam, do we?

Liam put his little finger between Lennon’s lips who started to suckle it.

Liam was still panicked of being a dad. But when he saw his newborn son in his arms open his eyes, his fear increased.

He kissed Lennon’s forehead.

Liam was a father, and he would never let anyone touch his family.

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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Hi Clari! I hope you're doing well<3 I wanted to ask you a question because you not only seem to be comfortable sexually but we also share a lot of preferences! You were the one who got me on board with stepcest with our favorite Touya-nii~ Anyway, I am painfully shy about sex despite being in a long-term healthy relationship. I noticed that when you write Reader, we have similarities in being both shy and kinda desperate, but Reader seems to be more able to be vulnerable. You talk about your sex life and seem to be well-oriented, so I was curious about where you get your confidence from? Is it something you even think about? Even if I want to explore my kinks I tend to freeze up so do you have any advice?

hi anon bb!! thank you luvie i hope you are as well!! <3 ooh this is an interesting question!

so, like tnii’s reader, i am actually also super shy when it comes to sex. i’m a little brattier than she is, but for the most part i am still rly rly shy. my boyfriend knows this; we had a long discussion about it, because it concerned him a little—like why am i still shy when i feel comfortable and safe with him? etc—and we came to the conclusion that it most likely has roots in trauma & how that affects/has affected my self esteem. we also came to the conclusion that i really DO want to speak up more/be more vocal and gave him permission to gently (or not so gently sometimes ehehehehehehe) push me to tell him what i want, to use my words, etc etc. and even though it lights my whole body on fire because i feel sooooo embarrassed and shy, it’s also rly hot and i always feel like ??? i dunno, this sense of relief almost? it’s like this gush of pure love for him that surges through my veins after he gently coaxes things out of me, like i’m proud of myself for doing it and he’s proud of me and i love him so much for understanding and for helping me, and us, find ways to work through/with my shyness.

in general tho i am also a very shy person, at least when i first meet someone! i become more vibrant and chatty after i get to know them a little better but those beginning stages always have me like >.< waaaaah hehe

so, unfortunately, my advice is just talk about it. i know that sounds obvious, but open + honest communication and trust are both so important, like in my opinion they’re two of the foundational keys to a healthy relationship. maybe you and your partner can find some ways to work with your shyness that work for the both of you the way my boyfriend and i did! additionally, it seems like you have a general idea of what the root cause of this is, noting that you struggle with vulnerability, so if i were you, i would explore that first and foremost and try to get to the bottom of those feelings and why they exist; like why do you struggle with feeling vulnerable/allowing yourself to feel vulnerable? what is it that makes you feel so shy and self conscious? etc etc. i think that if you can get to the root cause there it may help you a little in moving forward and solving this problem!!

i also have this ask which gives some general advice for talking to your partner about your kinks!! in this ask the kink in question is a daddy kink, so tw for that <3

i hope this helps a lil anon bb <33

#good luck luvie!!!#i feel like that’s the best advice i’ve got >.<#it can be tough i know!!!#my bf thinks its rly cute too tho hehe c:#also also #its easier for me to talk about my sex life on my blog here because 1. it’s online and 2. it’s my smut blog so like if i can’t talk about #sex here then were CAN i talk about it yk???#but anyway!!#i wish you the best of luck <3 #stay safe and have a good monday!!#inky.bb #clari gets mail #clari talks sex

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sailormoonandme · 2 years

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Different anon here- just curious what your take is on Seiya's interactions with Usagi?

I dunno if i even have a 'take' per se.

When I watch those episodes I enourmously enjoy them for the drama and because I can see how Usagi and Seiya's personalities bounce off of one another and are well suited.

I'm like one of the few people who ships UsaMamo AND SeiUsa and consequently find myself in unenviable position of having to defend the ships from everyone lol.

In all honesty, I haven't dwelt deeply on whether Usagi and Seiya's relationship is 'problematic' or not. The lone exception is perhaps the 'Am I not good enough' line, which I feel is one of the greatest dramatic punches across all 200 episodes.

My defence of Seiya in that moment boils down to:

a) We are dealing with someone who watched their planet and people MASSACRED in the very recent past.*

b) In addition to an immenzse grief and trauma Seiya would be going through he finds in Usagi/Sailor Moon someone who gives them hope for the first time in a while. Yes, Seiya hopes to find Kakuyuu, but it's a LONG shot and they are desperate. But here is Sailor Moon healing villains and sparing them the horrible task of murdering Phages.

c) From Seiya's POV Mamoru has abandoned her. Not by going to America, but by ghosting her since then. He has a lowly opinion of Mamoru and here is this girl Seiya is in love with who is heartbroken about him whilst he (Seiya) is right in front of her and has been for a long while now.

d) We love Usagi because she is FLAWED. And sometimes those flaws can take the form of her being less than nice or out of line. This in fact is true of practically ALL the cast.** So, Seiya in the 'Am I not good enough moment' is exhibiting a human flaw.

Again, I've not thought deeply on this but off hand I guess I'd apply the above to Seiya and his relationship with Usagi more broadly as well, not just the iconic 'Am I not good enough' scene.

But there is an even deeper point to consider here.

Does the series even invite this level of realistic scrutiny?

I have this frustration with the fandom often when it comes to UsaMamo bashing or Mamoru bashing in general. Every story has a particular level of realism to it and Sailor Moon's level is not that high at all and NEVER was.

That isn't even because it uses magic and super powers and aliens.

If we are going to 'call out' Seiya (or Mamoru) in the anime for how they behave because by realistic standards it is bad then it's not fair to cherrypick what we are going to apply that realism too. You can't just STOP at those 2 relationships or indeed the bits you personally have a problem with.

Let me hit you with just ONE very glaring example.

If you apply REALISM to Sailor Moon the fundamental PREMISE of the entire franchise collapses morally speaking.

Why?

Because the premise of the series relies upon an older authorty figure (Luna, Artemis or in the SilMil Queen Serenity) recruiting child soldiers!

Sailor Senshi=Sailor Soldier

NONE of the Inners were over 18 when Luna or Artemis tracked them down. In the manga the Inners were even children when they became Senshi.

Whilst it is true they all WILLING decided to use their powers to fight evil...so what? REALISTICALLY it is illegal for minors to sign up for military combat because it is understood they lack the life experience and cognitive development to be in a position to make that decision responsibly. Same reason minors are not allowed to drive or drink or have sex or get married up until certain ages.

And all those things are much LESS serious than risking their lives fighting what amounts to very powerful, very well organised terrorist groups.

So, you apply REALISM to Sailor Moon Luna is a complete monster*** and the entire premise of Sailor Moon melts into a puddle.

At which point I very seriously have to ask if there is any wisedom at all in applying realism to our analyses of this series, whether that's in regards to Mamoru, Seiya or anything else?

It doesn't hold up to that scrutiny. It was never meant to.

And that's OKAY.

*Consider how in Doctor Who, the 9th Doctor was, at least initially, not clearly a good person in the immediate wake of losing his own people.

**Whilst I'm no fan of AnimeHaruka and Anime Michiru myself, how many people in the fandom ARE despite the way out of line things they did in S and Sailor Stars? I can't speak for those people but perhaps it may even be that they like the characters BECAUSE they are flawed in such a way to DO those out of line things.

***Which is literally why the villain of Madoka Magica (a deconstruction of the Magical Girl genre) was the Luna equivalent character.

#My essays

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wh4re4marvel · 2 years

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Bad Girls Get Punished.

A/N: Sorry this GIF doesn’t at ALL match the content really but it’s so adorable. Also I hope none of you genuinely are attracted to real life murderers. If so I don’t condone that to be clear. Now for the basics, I am not responsible for your content consumption. Especially once you click keep reading. My account and posts are for readers 18+, this is smut, dark smut. If you are a minor DNI, and do NOT keep reading. Also read the warnings, they are here for a reason.

Summary: You work with an adorable nerd with glasses, who's also your secret fantasy fuck. Not knowing any better you tell Adrian how badly you want Vigilante, so he gives him to you. All. Night. Long.

Pairing: Adrian Chase(Vigilante) x Fem Reader

Word Count: 4,900+

Warnings: Size kink?, mean Adrian, dubcon, rough sex, genuine fear, murder MENTION(because it's vigilante i mean come on), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, cervix kissing, hair pulling, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), sex in the suit!

You sat around with your coworkers on your ten, which you weren't all supposed to be on at the same time but the rush was finally over at Farrell Fields and your asshole boss wasn't here. Adrian, Stella and Jack sat around at a table with you and your ranting. Probably amused and seeing it as entertainment but this was a very serious convo.

"You need help. He's a murderer!" Jack said shaking his head at you. "A hot one!" You snapped back. "How would you know?" Adrian chimed in looking, nervous? "I just know." You shrugged with a smile. "Look you don't go around town in a mask and suit fighting crime and not be fucking sexy, I mean come on! Besides he probably fucks super rough." The words came out with no hesitation. Stella finally spoke up, "honestly I gotta agree with Y/N, he's definitely hot and packing, if I were single, I'd commit a crime just to meet him." Stella's words made you giggle shamelessly.

"He can catch me in the alley after my shift, I'll bend over a dumpster for him." You bit your lip jokingly and Jack rolled his eyes. Meanwhile Adrian was completely red in the face. Never saw him as the type to shy from sex talk, but after all he was a more kept to himself sweet kinda guy.

Once your break ended, Jack pulled you aside trying to talk with you about rethinking your decision to not go out with him. It wasn't his first time asking, and he really didn't like to accept a no. So you shut him down again, telling him you just didn't feel anything for him. He passive aggressively said bye, running into your shoulder nearly knocking you to the floor.

Adrian had caught you thankfully, holding you up as you were flush against his body. Your hand landed on his stomach and it was rock fucking hard. You didn't realize it or mean to, but you grabbed his abs before pushing yourself up. The feeling made your eyes flutter just for a moment, your face was hot as his eyes never left your face. Why the fuck is he so attractive right now?

Jack swore up and down Adrian liked you, even went as far to say he stared at your cleavage and ass constantly, but you just didn't believe it. Simply because how sweet the guy was. He was so gentle and kind. Unlike Jack.

"Y/N?" Adrian snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back into those pretty brown eyes. "Sorry, uh thanks." You mumbled as you looked at the ground. "It's nothing, I was meaning to ask you in there, so you like Vigilante?" He asked seeming a bit eager for a reply. "Oh, yeah. I mean he's a murderer but I dunno, he kills like criminals right?" You nervously replied and you looked back up to see hun smiling back at you.

"Right. Just curious. Also do you get off at 8 still?" The curly haired boy asked and you nodded, "yeah, why?" You questioned and he shrugged. "Oh I was thinking I could walk you home, so you don't have to be all alone." Now he was the one blushing. "I'd love that." You smiled and you bit your lip as you eyed the mouth watering man in front of you. "Y/N! Adrian! I'm not paying you two to socialize!" Your boss was here now, making you roll your eyes with a frown. "See ya later." You mumbled with a bit of a wave, and he held a hand to his head like a gun and made a little pew noise. Making you giggle before turning away and heading back to work.

You lit the blunt in your hand outside of work, your shift just ended but of course your shithead boss made you stay to help close. The pervert probably just wanted more time to eye fuck your body, he did it at the interview too but you played dumb and sweet because you really needed a job. Who knew the food industry was this fucked?

You inhaled off the unlit end of the blunt, taking a long hit from the perfectly rolled beauty. The high hadn't hit yet of course but any minute now, the cold air around you would've made you shiver but the warmth from your high was setting in. "You know I'm pretty sure that's illegal." A voice made you jump a bit and you looked over to just see a figure in the shadows. Fucking dark alleys.

"It's legalized now." You shrugged. "Not for twenty year olds, you're a year too soon." The voice was closer now, making your heart race a bit. "What makes you think I'm twenty?" You shot back and looked over at the door propped open with a brick for you to get back inside.

Without a second thought you made a run for the door, barely grazing the handle with your fingertips before you're pulled back from the entrance. "Get off of me!" You shouted and just like that the stranger listened, dropping you on the wet concrete. You watched as they shut the door, tossing the brick aside like it was a tennis ball. Wait a minute, this was Vigilante....

Your eyes widened and body trembled, this was someone who's killed people for littering or vandalism. Well that's what the rumors are, and with how he just man handled you.... Oh god you were about to die.

Your breathing picked up as you crawled backwards away from him, as he approached you without a word making you much more uneasy. "I don't wanna die." You shakily said as tears swelled up in your eyes, heart pounding and chest heaving. "Who said I was gonna kill you?" He cocked his head to the side and his voice sounded genuinely confused. "You're not?" You stopped your helpless crawling and took a deep inhale, still on edge. I mean he could be lying, he's still a mass murderer. "Of course not Y/N!" Vigilante said and the way he said your name was so familiar.

He opened a hand down to you, which you hesitantly accepted. The masked man lifted you one handed with ease. Standing so close to him made your nerves overwhelmed, you shivered but out of fear or excitement? You honestly weren't sure. Something about the way he towered over you and knowing he could break you in seconds, did things to you.

"You still broke the law though," he said snapping you out of your head. Just as quick as he said it, he shoved you face first into the brick wall in the alley, you whimpered now trembling again. Your eyes burning immediately as tears were ready to pour again. "Naughty girl. Did you think I'd just let you get away with it hmm?" One of his arms held your wrists behind you, pushing you into the wall. The rough texture of it digging into your cheek. A sound you were familiar with startled you, a knife opening. You were about to be stabbed to death in the middle of an alley...

"Wait please please please, I'll do anything j-just no. Please. I won't touch that shit ever again, it was just a long day and my boss just- please." You broke into a harsh sob at the end. Feeling broken and embarrassed that you cracked like that. "What are you begging for? Oh- oh no, you thought I was going to kill you?" He was nearly shouting at the end. "Go on and beg, maybe I'll hear you out." Vigilante said as you felt the cold metal of the knife poke at your arm, slowly gliding up and down the flesh. "I-I'm only twenty like you sa-said. I'm young and can change, I just have a l-lot of shit going on tod-today." You choked out through some sobs. "I'll never do it again please, I promise anything." The use of that word confirmed it, he knew just how you could make it up to him. How he could punish you. For the rejection, he's tried to take you on dates disguised as hangouts but you were always "busy." Or for the showing off your curves for anyone but him. He hated that. Knowing he wasn't the only one looking, eye fucking you. Even the pervert fucking boss did it. He'd change that, tonight he's marking you as his.

Tonight he wasn't your sweet coworker Adrian, he was Vigilante and the thought of you moaning that drove him insane. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out Y/N." He said deeply against your ear, making your eyes widen...

"W-what?" You said but just then a loud rip and cold air hit you. He cut open the back of your shirt completely... your lack of a full coverage bra was now something you were regretting. The thin strap lace material did little to hide your breasts. Your torn shirt fell to the floor, and immediately he groped your chest, you heard a low groan from under the mask. It made you whine shamefully loud.

"Please sir don't do this." You whined disregarding being fucking soaked between your thighs. "Sir? Call me Vigilante babe." He corrected with a bit of a growl as he just ripped your bralette off. Now turning you around to face him. "Jeans off." He demanded, your hands quickly fumbled with your belt, how shaky you were made it much harder.

"Come on you dumb slut, speed it up." His tone was annoyed which made you even more nervous, which really wasn't helping anyone. The second your belt was undone he snatched it from your waist and shoved your jeans down to your knees, your flimsy underwear going down along with it. "God you're a real whore under the uniform aren't you Y/N? Does anyone know that you wear such skimpy sorry excuses for clothing? Hmm slut?" As soon as the words left his mouth, an intrusion to your hole happened. He had removed a glove and shoved a finger inside of your drenched pussy. "Fuck babe you're dripping. Wow you're a real whore for me, say it." He demanded, you could hear the smile on his face. "I'm-," you couldn't finish as he shoved a second finger in. They were so long they fucking hit your g spot. It might have just been the size difference between you both, but fuck was he big.

"Vigilante, p-please." You whined, begging. For what? Hell you weren't even sure. Part of you in the back of your head was screaming to stop this all, but fuck it was so good, he was so good.

"Please what Y/N? Tell me what you want." Your mind was all scrambled from the pleasure, you couldn't even speak as he finger fucked you so incredibly fast against that brick wall, all humiliation and embarrassment forgotten as you let out loud endless moans. "Fuck it's so good, oh my god." You cried out as he curled his digits inside you. "So fucking tight around just my fingers, stuffing you with my cock is gonna be like putting on a cock ring." His words didn't make much sense and were off, but you couldn't focus on them or care as you gripped the shoulder pads of his suit for dear life. "I'm so close!"

You accidentally screamed the words feeling hysterical. The pleasure was so much, the rough material of his suit brushed your clit with each thrust of his wonderful fingers.

Then it was all ripped from you, making you whimper at the loss, you were right there. "You can only finish if I'm inside of you." The stranger informed you as he began to pull down the bottom half of his suit, just enough for his extremely hard cock to spring out. How the fuck- he was fucking huge!

He chuckled at the small gasp you let out, he turned you back around, you nearly fell due to your jeans being pooled at your ankles. You held yourself up against the wall. "Wait I don't know abo- Oh fuck!" You yelped as he pushed himself inside of you. "Ah fuck you're so tight, even after I loosened you up. I'll just have to fuck you to fit me like a fucking fleshlight." The last words made you wonder if you know who was behind the mask, as he sounded so familiar. It slipped your mind as he slipped inside you again, but regardless of you being so wet you were dripping down your thighs, he was way too big to fit all in. He created a slow and deep rhythm, each time trying to push deeper and deeper inside you.

It was so painful but so fucking good. You hadn't been fucked in months and god he was so big it felt overwhelming. You got a little more used to it and the pleasure was building, you couldn't hold back all the moans spilling out no matter how hard you tried.

"Such a good pussy for such a bad girl, god I'm gonna make you my own personal fleshlight."(Since he knew what that was now.) He groaned throwing his head back, as he harshly gripped your hips fucking you as he pleased. No regard for your own pleasure currently as he's been fantasizing about this moment since the day he first saw you. He grabbed a hand full of your hair, yanking it back so your back arched more. "So fucking perfect Y/N, tell me how much you like me fucking you in the middle of this filthy alley like the filthy whore you are." His harsh words shocked you but fuck were they hot, and with the way he was ramming so deep, fast and hard into you, you didn't care too much of what he said.

"Tell me." His voice was much more stern as he grabbed at your hair and hips harsher. Determined to leave bruises on your left hip, not that he cared. He wished he could take the mask off and mark you all over...

"So good V-vigilante! Mmm fuck!" You moaned grabbing at nothing as the harsh brick dug into the soft flesh of your palms. "Can't believe you'd let a stranger fuck you like this, s-such a slut." He choked up at one point to let out a groan. You whined now reminded you really had no idea who was so deep inside you. Right now you really couldn't care. Release was all that was on your mind. Yours, and even his.

You'd hate to admit it but the idea of the complete stranger filling you up did things... not that you'd get pregnant but still it was all risky.

"Gettin' close for me babe?" He breathily asked in your ear. You eagerly nodded, that feeling building in your stomach, like a million pleasure filled butterflies. "Mmm let me feel that pretty pussy cum on my cock." The naughty words from his mouth sent you over the edge. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape, walls spasming, juices dripping all over him heavily. "Oh g-god!" The dominance from earlier was a bit lost as he started to finish inside you.

He was just as vocal as you nearly when he came, not that you were complaining. You felt so full and warm inside now, your walls painted with the Vigilante's cum. As he continued a few deep thrusts, he said some shocking words. "Tell me who you belong to." The dominance was back just as quickly as it had once left.

You didn't have words, a bit shocked at the sudden rush of dominance he obtained. "Tell me or I'll shove my gun down your throat until you're screaming you're mine." His words were wild and growled, rage seeping through him as he dug his fingers deep into your hair and hip. "Fuck Vigilante! I'm yours, all yours!" You sobbed, slamming your rubbed raw palm against the red brick in front of you. "Mmm that's what I like to hear you fucking cum slut." As he finally slowed his thrusts your vision blurred and body was going limp. It all felt fuzzy...

You don't remember anything about what happened next. You woke up in a bed, but it wasn't your own. It was softer and slightly bigger. "Hey, you're okay." A familiar voice softly cooed, getting closer. You blinked a few more times in hopes it'd clear your vision. That's when you saw Adrian, and smiled. Forgetting where you were and why...

You slowly sat up and pain shot through your thighs, it was still really dark besides some dim light coming from the corner of the room. "What's wrong?" The curly haired man asked worriedly. "I- uhm.... it's, a long story." You hesitated with your words as the memories flooded back. "Did you find me?" You recalled that you were completely stripped of clothing in the alley, jeans pooled at your ankles and completely no top. You kept thinking more and more about the events. How familiar the voice sounded-

"Y/N what do you mean?" He asked avoiding your eyes... Oh god. "You're Vigilante!" You semi-loudly whispered in shock. "What? No! Why would you even say that?" Adrian frantically responded, sitting up from his bed with an eye roll. Still avoiding your eyes.

"You... you fucked me. That was you." Your mind and body were on pause as you processed the information. Your coworker, semi-crush, who's a bit pervy, and nerdy, is also basically a serial killer, with a huge dick and is the literal sweetest soul you've met...

"Why did you do that?" Was all that ran through your mind and you could muster in the moment. He seemed deep in thought for a moment...

"I just wanted you to have that fantasy with Vigilante, and in the process I got my own with you." He mumbled that last bit. "You're into me?" You asked not super shocked, but a bit taken back. "I mean, yeah of course. I thought it was obvious." He nervously stumbled on his words. Avoiding your eyes.

"I never would've expected you to be," a lot of different words ran through your head. Rough, big, fucking hot... or even a murderer. "Hey but I only ever kill criminals, I swear." Adrian attempted to assure you, although it didn't exactly help a whole lot. How could someone so sweet and adorable be, a psychopath? I mean... murdering people, like it's nothing.

"Vigilante? I mean I do keep my personal life very separate, I honestly really pride myself on how well I hide my identity." He rambled a bit, you could tell he was nervous but also that's just how Adrian was.

"I'm still me Y/N. I mean just think about how good I made you feel earlier, wouldn't you like that, all the time?" You couldn't even argue with that. He was right, you'd love it all the time. Without another word he kissed you, grabbing the nape of your neck. Tangling his fingers in your hair right before tugging lightly. You let his tongue slide into your mouth, and to your surprise he was a good fucking kisser. I mean considering how well he fucked you earlier, you really shouldn't be surprised.

His lips left yours only for your hair to be rubbed on, making your neck more exposed to the brunette. "Oh god." You moaned as his lips attached themselves to the sensitive skin of your neck. "Adrian!" You whined as you felt him relentlessly suck and bite at the flesh. Fuck you wished he did it sooner. However the realization this was definitely hard enough to leave marks made you push him back. He didn't budge though, "something wrong?" He murmured into your neck and he left a trail of purple marks down to his shirt, and that really wasn't helping how painfully hard he was. Adrian loved seeing you in his clothes damn near more than naked, but you in his bed. It was hard to resist. He took a cold shower almost immediately to refrain from fucking you right then and there on his mattress.

"Gonna be a good girl for me?" He cocked his head to the side at you with a grin, his cold hands sliding up underneath his shirt, gliding across your warm skin. Adrian groped your tits with a groan, he was dying to do this earlier but the fucking mask. His lips immediately attached to your nipples, after sucking harshly on one, he repeated the action to the other. His teeth pulling the sensitive bud upward making you whine.

"Fuck your boobs are really pretty, so much better than I imagined." He admitted like it was nothing, the thought of him thinking about you like that definitely got you more worked up. "Can't wait to be inside you again." Adrian moaned as he pressed himself against your thigh.

"Please Adrian." You whined and he complied, not exactly what you were expecting but he stripped you of your shirt quickly and kissed down to his boxers he put you in. He slid the oversized fabric to your ankles, then tossed them somewhere else in the room. "You have a really pretty pussy, I was wondering earlier if you wax or sha-," you cut him off not being able to take another second without something down there. "Adrian please!" You whined, voice wavering as you bucked your hips desperately. He couldn't deny you any longer even if he wanted to. His hungry eyes admired what you had between your legs a moment longer before his even hungrier mouth dived right in.

"Oh god!" You cried out as his tongue slipped between your folds and gathered your wetness with his tongue. Before focusing on your clit, lapping at the aching bundle of nerves. His arms hooked around your thighs, holding you down and pulling you closer so he could ravish you. "You taste so good." The curly haired boy groaned into your drenched pussy, wasting no time in helping you build an orgasm. Any second now you'd be a mess all over those filthy lips of his.

"Adrian, I'm so close!" You whined as your thighs began to shake, he tightened his grip on your thighs. Fingers digging into your soft skin, nails in your flesh. It all felt so good, so right. In response to your words he also pulled you closer, his face and your pussy couldn't get any closer. His nose kept brushing near your groin.

His lips wrapped around your clit, catching you off guard making you let out a moan so loud you were nearly screaming it. "Adrian!" You cried out as the green eyed man relentlessly made you finish against his lips. Sucking and lapping like it was his favorite thing to do. Little did you know, it now was. As he didn't stop once you had rode out your high.

His lips and tongue continued to work your clit, an arm across your waist, pinning you to the bed as he slipped two fingers inside your hole. "Oh shit!" You gasped, your thighs shaking and tears spilling from your eyes. The overstimulation was strong and really kicking in, "A-adrian, it-it's too mu-mUch." You sobbed as your thighs tightened around his head. With a gentle kiss to your clit, he finally pulled up from down between your plush thighs. "You taste so fucking good, I don't wanna stop." He nearly whined the last words with a frown. You had to look away from those puppy eyes before you agreed.

"As amazing as you were at that, I can't handle it." You informed a bit shyly. "Well I can still fuck you right? Cause my dick is hard as a brick right now and if I don't do something with it I think I won't be able to handle it." Adrian said with a serious look on his face. You hesitated for a moment before bucking your hips up at him, I mean one more orgasm won't hurt. You swear you've never seen a grown man so happy he smiled wider than you thought was possible.

What you didn't realize was waving the green flag at a ready to go, full of gas, monster truck, headed towards yourself would meant...

The eager brunette filled you instantly, making you fit him like a glove too small, squeezing around him with a vengeance it seemed. "Adrian!" You screamed grabbing his shoulders with a wail. He stretched you so good, ramming into your g spot. He ignored your cry and continued to fuck you with what seemed was all his might, grabbing the back of your legs and watching himself go in and out of you with a groan. "Fuck you feel so good. Pussy is s'tight babe, I can see myself in your stomach." He said in awe as he pressed against where the bulge of his cock was. You instantly reacted to the pressure of his hand on your lower belly with a loud cry. Moans slipping out of your mouth endlessly, you were lost in pleasure. “Oh fuck Adrian, I’m gonna cum!” You shouted louder than you probably should have.

“Let go for me, can’t wait to fill you up again.” He moaned as he sped up, staying consistent with the pressure on your stomach where his cock bulged through with each thrust.

Tears poured out of your eyes, your high hit like a truck. It was everlasting and so incredibly hard, all your senses overwhelmed, feeling him so deep inside of you, thrusting quickly into your aching soaked cunt, his natural scent filling your nostrils and the animalistic noises he let out as he relentlessly destroyed you. Your walls spasming around his dick was Heaven to him, his eyes concentrated at the way your face scrunched up and mouth was agape as you came. Crying out for him, clawing desperately at his back. Not knowing how much longer you could handle him inside of you.

“So fucking pretty for me Y/N, love the sounds you make for me.” He groaned eyeing your tits, but his focus faded as his own climax was on the brink. Something inside him snapped a bit, he pulled out for just a second before holding the back of your thighs with his forearms, shoving himself right back in. The new angle drove you wild. You didn’t think him going any deeper was possible but damn did he prove you wrong. “Oh my fucking god! Adrian shit!” You sobbed, slapping at his bicep, clawing all at his flesh you could reach, ashamed of the noises you were making. You covered your mouth as tears streamed out endlessly.

“Your pussy is so good Y/N. I would have stopped you for committing crimes long ago if I knew you’d feel like this.” He said between low moans and groans, his eyes fluttering shut. He was right back on edge and so were you again so soon. The way he brushed your g spot every time was beautiful, and semi painful as you’re sure this man was touching your cervix. “I’m gonna cum inside you.” He moaned out with a shiver, he himself was now becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. “Do it Vigilante.” You gasped as he instantly finished with those words. His hips harshly snapping against yours one last time, stilling inside of you.

As he spilled another big warm load inside of you, you came at that feeling. Now more than content with him and sex for, months probably. You were barely uttering words this time, too cock drunk to really function. “You okay?” He was panting a bit when he asked, but when his soft eyes looked into yours, you felt great. You nodded with a lazy smile. “Let me clean you up.” Adrian said pulling out of you and getting up. Almost instantly pain hit between your thighs, mainly your legs from the positions and being spread so wide, but the stretch from him being inside you for a while didn’t help.

You were going to wait for him to come back but sleep consumed you, considering it was three am Adrian wasn’t surprised. He cleaned you up and put his clothes back on you, this time he slept next to you in his bed. The curly haired boy couldn’t help but big spoon you, it just felt right to him… you felt right, and now that you’ve been punished he can call you his.

#dark smut #dc universe #dc smut #dark vigilante smut #vigilante smut #vigilante #vigilante x reader #adrian chase smut #adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #rough smut #smut #18+#peacemaker #peacemaker vigilante #dubcon warning

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barkilphedros-hat · 2 years

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But Stede could’ve gone down to the beach, and he didn’t. He knew Edward was waiting for him. He got guilty and scared. Having a crush on Blackbeard is one thing- being in a relationship with the most notorious pirate in the world? I’m giving up everything you know to move to the other side of the world, to live as an alien?

I actually understand Blackbeard‘s response better than Stede’s. Stede should have gone down to the beach and explained that he felt guilty for abandoning his family and needed to check on them, but he (cowardly) just left and didn’t explain. So I support Ed going full pirate. I mean I hope they can find a way back to each other obviously but Ed’s reaction makes sense to me 😊

Oh no don’t get me wrong I am ~here~ for Ed’s Heartbroken Villain arc! I want some operatic levels of dramatic bullshit from him and his messy eyeliner 👏👏

But in the time Ed’s known Stede, the guy’s been attacked by the Spanish Navy, Izzy, and then the British Navy. Stede might as well have a neon sign above his head saying: “KICK MY ASS”

Stede’s decision to leave was undoubtedly a Stupid Fucking Move (my friend YELLED at him for that when we watched it) but I think it’s important to remember that, in the space of roughly 10 minutes of being woken up, Stede got ~kidnapped~ at gun point, psychologically bullied by Badminton, and then re-traumatised all over again with the accidental gunshot. Running away from Ed and going home, without communicating why, was a terrible choice on his part, but I highly doubt his mental state was in the right place for that sort of life-changing choice.

HHe 100% needed time away from Ed to work his feelings out, without getting swept up in Ed’s enthusiasm for a new life. I fully believe Ed has recognised he’s in love with Stede, but hasn’t realised that Stede can’t even recognise his feelings yet. It just came at Stede too fast. Way too much way too soon. Ed thinks they’re in the grand finale of their love story whereas Stede’s still in the opening pages😭

HOWEVER (and I’m AWARE this is just me reading way too much into things), I’m curious about the third party in Ed’s escape plan. All we get is a quick glimpse of Some Guy while Ed’s talking about how he’s meant to wake Stede and take him to the beach. Who is that guy? Why did Ed trust him with something so important as getting Stede to freedom? The tiny glimpse we do get seems to be a guy in naval uniform, so is it too much of a stretch to think maybe he told Badminton where Stede was? I dunno, I just think that’s a thread that might be fun to explore in future 😅 Perhaps the guy will recognise Ed as ‘the guy who escaped from the barracks’ and apologise for not getting Stede out because the Admiral got there first? (If *THAT’S* the way Ed learns of Stede’s “death” and subsequently gets worse because he thinks Stede died that night and he never even went back to check David Jenkins will have to personally foot my therapy bill-)

(Side note: I will say, however, that I ADORED the fact we got proper closure with Mary and the children. 😍😍 It would have been so easy for the writers to reduce her to yet another bully in Stede’s life to make his choice to run away seem more justified but they didn’t. She also deserved a proper closure and I hope she and Doug have happy, artsy sex forever. Doug seemed like a sweetheart 🥺)

#we talk it through as a crew here folks 😭#meta #ofmd spoilers #ofmd #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd meta #Taika Waititi #Rhys Darby #David Jenkins #hbo max #blackbonnet #blackStede #gentlebeard #Blackbeard #stede bonnet

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor.

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you.

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall.

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud.

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though.

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself.

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for.

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts.

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch.

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours.

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast.

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing.

So, yeah.

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin.

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting.

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week.

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role.

You almost burst out laughing.

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure.

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking.

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop.

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table.

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?"

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud.

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table.

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t.

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression.

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back.

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh.

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty.

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness.

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises.

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never.

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response.

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually.

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it.

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it.

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck.

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you.

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going.

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue.

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's.

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss.

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away.

It started out with a kiss.

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss.

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it.

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face."

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over.

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace.

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his.

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name."

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip.

"I doubt it," he purred.

Yeah.

Jungkook was right.

Ah, well.

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms.

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips.

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm.

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand.

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm.

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name.

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed.

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him.

Oh, fuck.

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his.

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered.

Yours.

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk.

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin.

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd.

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick.

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far.

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl.

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin.

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat.

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do.

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled.

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you.

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creepling · 3 years

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the shape of you - (smut)

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

word count: 5.1K

summary: the mandalorian saves an intergalatic sex worker from a prison ship and brings her on board the razor crest. tensions begin to rise between the two as one night goes in a direction the other did not expect.

rating: EXPLICIT (minors dni) -- mentions of sex work/slavery, sexual dancing, oral (male receiving), masturbation (female receiving), doggystyle, begging, rough sex, breeding kink??, cursing.

a/n: this is my first time not writing in first person for a fanfic so sorry if it’s hard to read at some points!!

alternative link: ao3.

Ever since you were saved by The Mandalorian from the prison ship, for reasons that are still unknown to you, a sense of relief and freedom coursed through your body. If only The Mandalorian knew about your fate, he may sympathize with you more. All throughout your life, ever since your adolescence have you been bought and sold by many throughout the galaxy, either for entertainment or pleasure. If the authorities had not raided the trading ship you were on board upon you were to be in the hands of Jabba The Hutt; a grotesque-looking crime lord you were certainly relieved to be rid from. But alas, luck then comes with its flaws and instead you were trapped in a cell in the nowhere realms of the galaxy -- beginning to wonder if your body would wither away and die in the cell for years to come.

You had never set eyes on a Mandalorian until that day, not even as a client. You thought them more mythical than their opposing Jedi Knights. The shine of his helmet and his strong arms whisking you to safety brought a sense of optimism into your world view. It made you realise that there are some good people in the galaxy. And once you were on board his ship and encountered The Child, the sight of something so precious gave you a nurturing urge. The Mandolorian’s protectiveness over The Child was so rare to you. It made you yearn for his protectiveness, for a man like him to defend you at every corner. It made you want to be noticed.

Once arriving to a planet, The Mandalorian promised to bring back supplies, one of them included fresh clothes to replace the revealing garments you wore. You asked if the lack of fabric was distracting, showing your natural alluring nature. To which The Mandalorian replied with a bluntly logical answer, saying the clothes will not be suitable for travelling. As much as you agreed, you wished that he loosened up with you a bit more, beginning to wonder if The Mandalorian was even finding your company pleasant.

That night he returned with a sack-full of supplies. He arranged supper for the night, feeding The Child first before it grew too tired to eat, shortly after putting it to bed in its shut-off container within the ship. You had requested The Mandalorian some spotchka if he could find any, to which you looked through the sack to see an untouched bottle full of the glowing blue liquid. A smile came to your face and you immediately poured two glasses of the liquid. When the Mandalorian entered the room, you held his glass with an outreached hand, beckoning him to drink it. Then you said some words:

“I wanted to make a toast, in celebration! To thank you for saving my life yesterday. I would have gone out and gotten the beverage myself, if you hadn’t forbidden me to leave the ship.” You said, a sweet smile creeping onto your face, feeling a little bashful as you stood in front of his towering figure.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.” He said, his helmet tilting down as he glanced at the drink in his hand. “But I shouldn’t drink on the job.”

“I only ask for one drink, Mando. Just for tonight. I’ll look away when you take sips of it.” You promised, hoping he will feel more at ease with that statement.

He gave a low hum in agreement, bringing a smile to your face. You wished you could see his smile, see his face. See how he reacts to your presence. You clinked your glass against his and immediately turned around, taking a sip of your drink. Your inner voice urged you to turn, to take a glance at his complexion. Yet, another voice also commented on how the mystery of his identity fills you with arousal. You shook the feelings burning inside and whisked the rest of the blue liquid down your throat, gasping in quenched thirst. You hesitated before turning, “Can I turn around now?

“Oh um- Yes. Thank you.” He assured. Oh my, he was so polite. Possibly the only gentlemen you have encountered with such manners. You turned around, pouring yourself another glass of spotchka to go with your supper. To save Mando some rest you prepared the food and served him by a small table in the corner of the ship’s small room, taking a seat next to him.

Once you cleared up for supper, The Mandalorian willingly sat with you for a few more minutes. He seemed to be curious about you, asking questions that you were obliged to answer, if you wanted him to trust you. You wanted to reassure him that you were not a threat.

“How did you end up in the prison ship?” The Mandalorian asked, trying not to allude to your clothes giving away that information.

“I have been a slave ever since I was an adolescence. When I came of age, I began to do dancing and sexual service for whoever bought me. I was on a trading ship to Tatooine when the New Republic raided and took prisoners. I lost count of the days, but I was roughly in there for over a month.” Telling your story felt hesitant. You wondered how he would take to you being a sex slave, as a lot of people frown upon it. You wondered if he was disgusted or sympathetic, it was hard to tell his reaction with his helmet on.

“Why did you save me? I am internally grateful, of course. But what made you do it? You seemed to be in a rush to escape.” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing in question.

“I have seen many women like you.” The Mandalorian said, “I have done bounties for crime lords who keep their own sex slaves. As much as I needed the credits, it always pained me to leave with those women trapped with that life forever. I recognised your clothes; it was the ones they wore too. I thought, if I save someone like you once in my life, I would feel less guilty.”

His words moved you. It is very rare to see someone talk to you as a human. Many treated you and other sex slaves like objects, like droids without feeling. They did not care what you liked or adored, they only cared about their gain. The work has taken an emotional toll on you as much as it was hard to admit. Every day you wished you could be free, live in a home on a peaceful planet, fall in love, raise a family. That is not hard to ask for, is it?

“Well, you have made one more slave happy.” You said, reaching your hand to place it on top of his. He stared into your eyes, entranced for a moment, before nodding his helmet and giving your hand a gentle squeeze before retrieving it back onto his lap. After a few seconds of content silence, admiring him for a moment, you spoke up.

“Want to see some of my dancing?” You said, trying to lighten up the mood. “Don’t worry! I won’t touch you or anything!”

“I um- I dunno . . .” Hesitation dominated his voice, the first time you detected emotion from him. He leaned back on his chair and rubbed the back of his clothed neck.

“Honestly, it’s not as raunchy as you think it would be. I know how to be graceful when I need to be.” You said with a hint of light-heartedness. Once your words convinced him, he let out a low sigh and nodded his head.

“Go on then. Show me what you’ve got.”

A smile erupted on your face and you rose to your feet, positioning yourself from a comfortable distance in front of Mando. You raised your delicate arms outward to begin your routine. A routine that you have memorized for years, one that showcases your grace and beauty for audiences. Counting mentally in your head, you begin to move your arms softly either side of you. Your hips began to sway, your head held high to show your face. You moved your feet to slowly turn around, showing all the lines and bends of your body. The fabric of your dress swayed with the motions and complimented your skin. You stepped from side to side, giving graceful twirls, lifting your leg in a cursive shape like a ballerina. Your arms still moved like a dignified snake, going from up other your head to around your waist and along the small of your back. A content smile lay upon your face and your eyes peaked towards The Mandalorian through your winking eyelashes; a habit you took up to intrigue watchers and make them bashful. Even without music, you fell into your element and became lost in your movements. When being a slave is a horrible life to live, the dancing made you have a passion.

The Mandalorian could not take his eyes off you. He sat content at first, until your movements made him shift in his chair as he watched how your body moved with such beauty. Under his helmet, he bit the inside of his cheek. Yet, his eyes stayed traced on you, knowing you would have no idea where his eyes lay from the blockage of his helmet. He could not stop the thoughts that flowed through his mind, thoughts relating to your body. How you were posed so perfectly from the core of your body to the ends of your fingertips. You never slouched or tripped over your feet; every movement was without failure. And your hips, God, he could not take his eyes off your hips. And when you would turn and expose your backside; your rich-colour underwear cloaked under the sheer fabric of your dress revealing your smooth skin. The deeper he got into his thoughts, the more he became out of tune with his surroundings. And when you stopped dancing, his eyes were still fixated on you.

“Sorry if that wasn’t the best, I’ve did better before.” You humbly said, oblivious to the state you have put The Mandalorian under. Your voice knocked him out of his trance and out of shock, he shot up from his seat so quickly it startled you. His armour clanked against the table clumsily and his body grew stiff to keep himself steady. The bewilderment in your eyes lingered as you observed his tall body towering over you. You looked so petite next to his stature.

“Mando- Is everything okay?” You asked, a shiver running down your spine as your eyes trailed down his body. Only now did you realise how tense he was, noticing the fabric of his uniform clenching to his toned body. You could see how strong his arms were, your eyes darting from either side. If only you could just reach out and touch them, fall into his embrace. Your legs grew weak at the thought of being so close to him. Yearning for the proximity between you to come to a close.

The Mandalorian feared to move, until a sensation ran through his body like moments before. His face grew worrisome under his disguise and he slowly looked down. That is when he noticed the tent formed between his groins. A rush of fluster grew on his face and down his neck.

“I-I’m uh- I’m going to bed.” He called, rushing towards the door of his small chambers, leaving you dumbfounded by the dining area. His sudden goodbyes made you frown, and your head turned abruptly towards his door, only capturing the wisp of his cloak and the door closing shut. Suddenly a wave of anxiety flew over you, convinced that you offended him. As you were desperate to state an apology, still naive to his situation, you marched towards his chamber door.

The Mandalorian marched in panic up and down his small chamber. A situation like this has never happened in a long time, at least not in front of another individual. He unbuttoned his trouser bottoms in a panic, peaking the front of his boxers down to make sure the worst never happened. As he did so, he released his hardened cock as it popped out the removed fabric. Witnessing his erection made him sigh in frustration. He prayed that you would go off to your bunk and call it a night so he could deal with the matter. However, as you appeared in his mind once more, his erection pulsed and twitched and Mando let out a low moan from his lips.

“Mando- please open the door. I’m sorry if I offended you, it wasn’t my intention.” You called, loud enough in hopes he could hear your voice. You knocked gently on the door, getting a clank of metal in response. As the silence deafened you and left you impatient, you looked to the control panel and pressed all the buttons in hopes one opened the door. Once the metal door came flying open, you were greeted with The Mandalorian once more but in a position, you thought you would never see him in.

He stood there with his head flung back and his gloved hands stroking his member. Once he heard the door open, he flinched and attempted to hide his erection. It was already too late; you had seen what you needed to see. Your mouth lay gaped in shock, your hands grew tense beside you and a wave of embarrassment engulfed you. Mando began shaking his head, backing himself up against the wall, his massive, gloved hands guarding your eyes from his exposure.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-” Mando kept repeating. “Why did you open the door? Why didn’t you knock?”

“I did knock!” You exclaimed, “I wouldn’t have opened the door if I knew you were doing that!”

“Okay, okay. I am really really sorry. Let’s just pretend this never happened!” Mando said, looking anywhere in the room that was not you. As your breath became heavy, the sight of The Mandalorian became your focus. He looked so vulnerable in that moment, seeing him in an act so sexual caused a wave of arousal upon you. You wondered; did I do that? Was your dancing so mesmerising to him that it excited him to this point? Is this why he left the room? My stars, you felt guilty for being so turned on in this moment.

Your feet began to take steps and approach him, your movement making him tense once more. He beckoned you to not get away closer, but you could not hear his words. You were drawn to his arms again, the ones that looked so defined-- even under his clothes. This time, you had the courage to touch them.

The Mandalorian fell short at protesting against you. He observed your small, soft hands gliding against his arms. Your touch bewitched him, making him bite his lip to contain noises of pleasure. Your eyes drew up to his gaze, his helmet blocking the intimacy. He was so mysterious, the thought of whatever facial features being under that helmet creating a sense of sensual excitement within. As your eyes left his gaze and looked downward to his hardened cock, you felt the burning sensation muster in between your legs.

“Won’t you need help with that?” You asked, the glint in your eyes growing promiscuous as you looked back up into his gaze. The Mandalorian was shocked, even if you were probably an expert in all things sexual matter. As much as he tried to protest his thoughts, he could not help making an image within his head of your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Are you sure that is a good idea?” He asked, a hint of taunting in his voice. A smirk came upon your face and you shrugged your shoulders, your hands trailing up his arms, across his shoulders and slowly down his chest.

“I’m willing to do it if you want me to.” You beckoned. Not only were you willing, but you were also begging. The dirty thoughts running through your mind became fuel for your desire. Imagining his large cock pressed into your mouth, blocking your throat; his fingers entangled in your hair. As the Mandalorian gazed down at you, he gave a sign of approval by nodding his head timidly.

Instinct caved in and you began lowering yourself to your knees, your hands trailing down his abdomen. Slowly, Mando shifted his hands away from his cock, the release of pressure causing his member to spring up once more. Your eyes fixated on his length, gulping back excess saliva as you wondered if you could take his length without feeling any pain. You bit your bottom lip in thought, looking up towards Mando for reassurance. You observed him slipping off his gloves to reveal the skin of his hands. His olive-skinned tone becoming the first exposure to you. His fingers crawled under your chin, cusping your face, admiring the position you were in. Stars, you were so beautiful.

Your fingers curved over his cock, your sudden touch letting a shuddered moan escape The Mandolorian’s mouth. His free hand pressed against the wall to keep himself balanced, the other one continuing to cradle your face as your hand began to move up and down his cock, peeling back the foreskin to reveal the tip of his cock lubbed with precum. You caught the precum that fell underneath with your tongue and entered the head of his cock into your mouth, wanting every ounce of his seed in your mouth. The Mandalorian let out a ragged moan, the feeling of your warm saturated mouth upon his member sending shoots of fulfilment up his body. His strong hand motioned along your jawline and his fingers combed through your hair, resting at the nip of your neck. You began to close your eyes in satisfaction and slowly easing his cock into your mouth, every inch deeper causing him to tighten his grip on your hair. As you opened your eyes The Mandalorian could not help but notice the lust in your eyes, your stare becoming vacant. Your left hand guided itself upwards to his abdomen as the other had a grasp on his thigh, your fingers massaging into the fabric of his clothes. The softness of your touch soothed The Mandalorian into submission, his hips slowly bucking towards your face as he longed for the feeling of your warm tongue running along his shaft. Feeling his desire, you closed your eyes once more to indulge more into his length, cockwarming him as your nose reached near his lower stomach and stayed in place. A gasp left Mando’s mouth, his other hand reaching towards your face as he gained more grip of you, holding your head in place to have his cock bathe more into your warmth. When he heard a light choke conjure up your throat, he quickly released his cock from your mouth to give you access to air. The sudden release made him look down to admire your face, clocking the string of spit connecting the tip of his cock to your bottom lip. My stars, that image was now burned into his mind and sending his instincts into overdrive.

“What name should I moan while you pleasure me, Mandalorian?” You asked, your voice airy and deep with lust. You motion your hand to his cock once more and pleasured him. The Mandalorian hesitated, still drunk with your touch, his mind becoming cloudy and unresponsive.

“Din -- my name is Din.” He managed to conjure up. This new information was so subtle, but you cherished it. Having his name roll off your tongue while feeling extreme waves of pleasure, the thought of it gave nurture to your pulsing heat.

“Nice to meet you -- Din.” You hummed. Vocalizing his name made his breaths much heavier, the sound of your soft tones interwoven into his name giving him even more ideas of what he could do to you. As primitive instincts commenced, you suddenly felt his strong arm wrap around your waist and lift you off your knees. He held you at such a great height that you were able to wrap your legs around him, your arms clasping around his neck for support. Din suddenly pressed you against the wall and held you in place, his hands grasping onto the back of your thighs. He now had the high ground, lifting you as if you were as light as a feather. The tip of his cock was perfectly aligned at your entrance, feeling the friction between you as he grinded his hips towards you. Your skimpy underwear was soaked with arousal. In all your years of sex work have you never been as titillated as you were now. No credits in all the galaxy could satisfy you as this moment did. Your legs wrapped tighter around Din as you beckoned his body closer to yours, your hips grinding against him -- begging for his cock. You noticed Din’s fingers inching closer to your heat, his fingers shifting your underwear to one side and exposing your swollen clit and dripping walls. Then, his fingers nudged at your entrance. His sudden cold touch made you gasp for air and cling tighter to him, your head pressing back onto the wall. Din rested his bulky helmet onto your shoulder as he motioned his fingers towards your clit, drawing light circles around. The stimulated sensation shot up your stomach, your legs lightly quivering. The tip of his cock still poked at your entrance in a teasing manner, and you could not help but grind against Din’s touch.

“Oh my God . . . Din.” The sound of you gasping his name sent tingles down his back, encouraging his fingers to put more pressure onto your sensitive clit, his moves hitting all the right spots. The sensation began building within you, convincing you were near your climax. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Your words encouraged, sending Din’s actions into overdrive as he pinned you closer to the wall and his body. His rhythm picked up pace and low grunts escaped his mouth. As he your legs secured around him, he let his free hand grasp onto your breast. His touch stimulated you further, a giggle leaving your lips at the sheer pleasure.

Suddenly your climax began, and an uncontrollable moan escaped from you, your legs turning to mush as you clung onto his body. Din admired your reaction, seeing your eyes turn vacant, his fingers roaming your vulva before taking his hands to hold your delicate thighs, sensing you grow weak from overstimulation. Your eyes trailed across him, leaning your forehead on the cold shine of his Baskar helmet. A subtle smirk drew across Din’s face as he exalted your complexion, noticing an ardour glow come upon your face.

It did not end there. At this point, Din felt edged on. Basking in your presence, he also bucked his hips closer to you. One hand clasped your warm cheek softly, a sense of gentleness soothing you into submission. You could sense his eyes staring at yours and at the intimacy, you had a sudden urge to kiss him. However, you knew there was no type of charming in the galaxy that would convince him to remove it. Until you got an idea.

“If I promise to close my eyes, will you kiss me?” You asked through heavy breaths, your fingers resting either side of his neck. Din thought of your offer, hesitating for a while. No living being should be able to see his face, not even in the heat of desire. Yet, if you close your eyes like promised, his oath would technically not be broken. Even if he just lifted the helmet up a little bit . . .

“You promise?” Din asked, grasping onto both your hands, interlinking his fingers into yours. You vigorously nodded your head, a smile on your face.

“I swear by all the stars in the galaxy.” You promised, pressing a little kiss on the tips of his fingers. You began to close your eyes shut, giving Din the clear to proceed and guide you to his lips.

Din slowly raised his helmet to expose his lips, guiding your legs to fall to the ground. Your feet landed on the floor, hands grasping his shoulders for stability. You never opened your eyes, keeping your word. Din slowly leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. The surprise to his touch inched you closer into him, deepening the kiss. Hesitantly, your fingers reached up to the nip of his neck and played with his hair. Din stiffed up, but softened just was quickly, tasting the flavour of his cock in your mouth. He grabbed your ass and you moaned into his lips. Your hands then reached back down his cock, stroking his member that was still hard as before. A growl left Din’s mouth, vibrating against your lips and he leaned off the kiss. Quickly dropping his helmet back into place, he lifted you back into his arms. The sudden movement made you flash open your eyes, noticing the helmet back on and Din carrying you to his bed.

As the bunker bed was too small for the both of you, Din took your hands and placed them on the bar between the two bunk beds. Keeping you in place, he began to expose your backside by rapidly pulling off your dress and underwear. Din’s sudden dominant actions formed a flutter in your mind, putting your thoughts into what was to come. My Stars, you wanted him to fuck you hard. So hard that it knocks all common sense out of your brain. The sudden fleeting shift of how he handled you said so.

That is when he began to enter your cunt, stretching your walls as they tightly pressed back against his cock. The feeling of him filled you up instantly, a light whimper fleeing your mouth as you handled his length. Din had a similar reaction, his grip tightening on your waist as he felt drowned by the feeling of your insides. The tightness of your cunt encouraged him to get into motion, pumping his cock out and back inside.

“Din -- fuck me.” You breathed out, your grip tightening around the bars. You prompted one leg up onto the edge of the bed, so he had more gateway into you, which aided his full length to fill your pussy. Din leaned forward, pressing his stomach into your lower back so the entirety of his cock was inside you. In measurement, you knew that once he started moving, he was big enough to hit your g-spot without a doubt. Excitement engulfed your senses, and you began to beckon him.

“Fuck me, Din -- fuck me hard.” You granted permission. His name mixed into your vulgar language made him flustered from arousal but smirk mischievously.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He groaned into your ear. And with that, Din did not hesitate to begin fucking you. Just like you wanted it, hard. His unrefined thrusts in and out of you sent your thoughts into hyperdrive. Your vision unfocused, basking in the pleasure. Just like you anticipated, the tip of Din’s cock knocked your G-spot with every thrust. Din watched as your ass jiggled from the friction, encouraging his hand to fall and smack against your backside. You gasped at the pinch of pleasure, biting your lip hard to contain yourself from screaming. Din detected your muffled sounds and was displeased. He wanted to hear you from for him. Beg for more. Say his name and plead for more pleasure. So, his hand gripped the front of your neck and seized you back, pressing your body against his. His thrust never stopping.

“Fucking beg for it.” Din demanded, “Tell me how much you want this.” He did not know what came over him in this moment, and you did not either. But you would be lying if you said you did not like this side of him.

“I- I want this so bad, Din. I need you to fuck me like this.” You choked up, feeling intoxicated as his grip around your neck lightly tightened.

“You want me to fill you with my cum, huh? Or should I cum all over your pretty little face?” Din taunted, another hand crashing down against your ass cheek which made you whimper again.

“Oh God -- come inside me. Please.” You begged, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as all your feelings conjoined into one overall feeling of complete smut. Your mind felt like a mess, like you could pass out from enjoyment. Never in all your life of service have you felt so much pleasure.

When Din’s primitive instincts deemed you pleads redeemable, his thrusts became faster as he felt his climax coming. The sound of his skins slapping against yours became a dominant sound in the room. He still held your body close to his, his hands roaming over your body, gripping your breasts, smacking your ass, wrapping his fingers around the small of your waist. God, the way he held you was stimulating enough, every touch completely possessive of your body. Din was engrossed in the shape of you, how every inch of your body fit perfectly against him. How tight your walls clenched around his cock, enchanting him to fuck you harder with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come.” Din exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum in your pretty little cunt. Got it?”

His words excited you. “Yes -- please fill me with your cum. Please, please, please.”

Din could not hold it any longer. When he felt his release, he held your hips in place and deepened his cock into you, letting your slit cockwarm him until his climax came to a close. His body collapsed onto yours, causing him to shift your body on top and sit on the edge of the bunk, placing you gently on his lap. You rested your exhausted head on his shoulder, a smile of approval appearing on your face. Din wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

“Um -- Sorry I was so rough. I dunno what came over me.” Din apologised, his tone a little bashful.

“Don’t apologise. I’m sorry I enjoyed it so much.” You teasingly said, reaching your hand under his helmet to cusp his scruffy jawline. Din leaned into your touch, pressing a small kiss on your thumb.

“Now’s a good time for you to change into those clothes, huh?” Din light-heartedly said, causing you to chuckle and playfully nudge his side.

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years

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tastes so bitter (tastes so sweet)

You’re driving back from an out-of-town mission with Hawks when your car breaks down on a very sparsely-populated highway. While you await relief, things get... personal.

characters: takami keigo (hawks) x f!reader

word count: 7.1k

warnings: smut (18+ please!), car sex, pro hero!reader, angst, emotionally unavailable hawks

notes: ta-dah!!! the car sex fic! this turned out way longer and way more feelsy than I ever intended it to be. but I’m grateful for the chance to show you how I play with plot and emotion as well as some good porn. porn with feelings, y’know?

EDIT: The supremely talented @la-saffron has created an absolutely spectacular piece of artwork for this fic! Please go and look at it right here, it’s really quite splendid

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The shadowy trees on either side of the highway cast a chill across the pavement as the sky went dark.

It was far from sunset, but the woods were so tall and thick that the light had disappeared from the road a long time ago. The overpriced navigation system laid into the dashboard of Hawks’ luxurious car was no help at all; not when you were taking the only road for miles around.

The highway narrowly passed for two lanes, winding precariously down from the mountains. Dotted with reflective yellow signs- deer crossing, bear crossing, creatures-of-unimaginable-horror crossing. Bigfoot himself could have wandered into your headlights and you barely would’ve flinched.

But that was to be expected, given where you’d come from.

That day’s mission brought you both far, far away from the city. There was a national forest about three hours away- one of the biggest in the country- and you and Hawks had been called in at the crack of fucking dawn to drive all the way out to the woods and investigate some ‘strange reports,’ as the rangers cared to call them.

Most park rangers knew what they were seeing when guests came in from the woods reporting abnormal happenings. Nobody was truly immune to fear, though, when faced with the impossible.

Whether there were paranormal creatures lurking in those woods or not, you couldn’t have been sure. But after spending the day exhausting both your quirks combing every spare inch of those woods, you were relieved of your overnight duties by a group of other, more nature-savvy heroes.

Hawks had been miffed, but too exhausted to argue. He didn’t like to think he’d been overshadowed. You were just thankful to be going home to your own bed.

“Okay,” you sighed, nursing the last of a lukewarm soda from a burger joint at the edge of the only one-horse town you’d passed through. It was a pretty unassuming stop for dinner, but you and Hawks both agreed that the burgers were way too good to be sold to so few patrons.

Keigo was driving, with one palm splayed lazily across the bottom edge of the wheel. His scarlet wings stretched into the backseat, draping over the shoulders of his black leather backrest like some bizarre kind of seat cover.

The fact that his car was so luxurious was not lost on you- although you were more surprised to find out that he had one at all. Hawks seemed like the last person in the world to need a car, after living in a fantastic downtown penthouse. And owning a pair of wings, come to think of it.

He owned it because he could. And because he knew how good he looked in the driver’s seat.

“What?” He turned a curious eye toward you, though he never quite pulled his gaze from the road.

“I know we started this conversation on the way here,” you began, “but… we never exactly finished it.” You swirled what was left of the ice chips in the bottom of your cup, considering the best way to voice your thoughts.

“Alright.” He sounded vaguely amused, slouching a little further down and drawing an idle palm over his feathered hair. “Shoot.”

“Well…” You trailed off. “You’re kind of… a city guy.” You were already starting to talk with your hands. The racket coming from your half-drunk soda was proof enough.

“What makes you say that?”

“You are,” you defended. You let a playful edge creep into your tone. “And the agency’s kind of a city thing.”

“Am I really as one-note as you’re making me out to be?” He was chuckling. Your cheeks were going hot. You weren’t sure how this became a personal conversation, but you were determined to steer it in the proper direction. You course corrected.

“I just mean, we don’t take a lot of jobs outside the city. Like… ever. So, what’s with this one? Why this call?”

He didn’t answer right away. When you glanced across the car, he was licking his lips and appearing to be, very genuinely, thinking.

“Well,” he began. There was an immensely appealing depth that wore around the edges of his voice when he was deep in thought. You hung on tightly, trying your best to hide how intently you listened.

“I was just… bored, I guess.” He gave a lazy little shrug. His eyes were still trained on the windshield, but you could feel the weight of his urges. He wanted to look over. You turned your head, willing him to.

“Probably sounded like bullshit, now that I think about it,” he confessed, “but if there really was somethin’ freaky in those woods… I dunno. I wanted to see it.”

You resisted the urge to snort.

“Maybe you should start a ghost hunting branch at the agency.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he protested. This time, he really did drag his eyes away from the road for a second. They glinted playfully in the dark. You got a flash of pearly canine from the barest hint of a grin, but it was enough to put a stupid smile right across your face.

A sickening thud from beneath the hood zapped any false confidence you’d been building. There was a dull pop, then the engine died.

“What the- shit.” Hawks scrambled to put both hands on the wheel, navigating the car with what momentum remained over to the narrow shoulder. The tires hit gravel and soft mud, rolling pathetically to a stop and settling in damp silence.

“What the hell was that?” You leaned over the dashboard as your pulse came down from near-terminal velocity. There were half a dozen lights blinking away on the dashboard- symbols you couldn’t understand.

“Not sure.” Keigo was doing his best not to sound too perturbed. As a result, he was just perturbed enough.

You knew what those lights implied, though. Service due. Oil change due. Battery maintenance due.

“Jesus Christ,” you hissed, “when was the last time you took this car in for service? It’s a miracle you even made it out of the goddamn garage.”

Hawks was in the process of mashing the engine start button like an arcade game. When you spoke up, he pushed it down and held. The engine gave a dull, sad sort of sputter, but nothing roared to life.

“Look, look,” he dismissed, waving a hand in your direction as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I don’t drive this thing that often, okay? I’m gonna go check under the hood.”

He climbed out of the driver’s side and slammed the door before giving you the chance to remind him to pop the hood. For a minute, you let him wallow in his mistake, watching gleefully as he pried at the seam of it. Finally, you unbuckled yourself and leaned over, flicking the release for him.

He gave an unamused glance toward the windshield and lifted the hood, obscuring all but the very tips of his drooping wings from view.

After about fifteen seconds, he ducked back into the car with a rush of cold air behind him. He rubbed his palms together as you watched, arms folded over your chest.

“So?” You prompted. He gave a sideways glance in your direction, blowing into his chilled hands.

“So what?”

“Oh my g- what’s wrong with the car?” You tried your best not to let panic set in.

“I don’t know. It’s just a bunch of pipes and wires under there. They didn’t exactly give me a map of the thing when I bought it.”

You’d seen Hawks pull people out of burning buildings before. You’d see him think on his feet, devise a plan and act on it in the blink of an eye. Usually, he was impulsive. Confident. Clever.

Tonight, on the other hand, he was demonstrating a very clear affinity for money over brains.

You flopped into your seat, scrubbing your hands over your face. You were not going to freak out. You refused to. It didn’t matter that Keigo had suddenly become useless in the face of disaster. You were heroes, even if you had to save your damned selves.

“Oh,” he quipped from beside you. “Still got bars. See?” As you peeked over at him through one cracked eyeball, he waved his illuminated phone screen at you. “It could be worse, kid. If this were a horror movie, this thing’d be dead.”

He tapped away on the screen, seeming very pleased with himself. Even his wings gave a little ruffle, draping themselves smoothly over the back of his seat again.

“I’ll call us a tow. We’ll be outta here in no time.”

A few minutes later, you had a map pulled up on your phone while Hawks’ brow creased deeper and deeper.

“Uh-huh.” His voice had taken on that irresistible deepness to it again, but this time it was sending pangs of dread through your gut.

“Right.” He brought a palm up to smooth over his jaw, fingertips bending and pressing idly against the patches of scruff that dusted it. “Y-yep, yeah, I understand. Fifty miles is a long way. I know it’s gonna be a lot to send a truck that far. But-“

As he was abruptly cut off by the other end of the line, those idle fingers slipped up to his temple, pressing inward and rubbing in stiff little circles.

“Okay. Alright. Yeah, I guess we’ll wait, ‘cause there’s not much else we can… I understand. Yes, thank you. Thank you. Okay, we’ll be here. Or within a ten-foot radius. Thanks. B-“

He blinked rapidly at the screen as he pulled it away from his ear. “Have an excellent night, sir,” he muttered under his breath. He let out a deep sigh, lifting a hip to tuck his phone away again.

“They said they would send someone,” he said, “but the depot is, like, fifty miles from here. Could be a couple of hours.”

“A couple hours?” That cold dread was settling into your chest again. So much for sleeping in your own bed.

“Yeah. C’mon, get out.”

“What?” You glanced past him at the frosted driver’s side window. “It looks freezing out there.”

“Well then, you’d better bundle up. C’mon. I’m gonna fly us back to the city.”

“No way. Hawks- Keigo.” You grabbed his arm and squeezed tightly as he made to get out of the car.

“What?” Exasperation was creeping into the edges of his voice. The sides of his gaze, too, as he landed against the seat back with a thud and turned his cheek to look at you.

“You’ve been flying all day. Your wings are shot. You’re not flying anywhere.”

“What? They’re fine.” He gave the appendages in question a defiant flutter and a cloud of expiring feathers floated into the backseat.

You folded your arms across your chest. Hawks gave a frustrated growl.

“What do you suggest, then?” He retorted in fierce opposition to your silence. “Just sit around and fucking… die of old age before the tow truck comes?”

“Oh my god, you’re the number two hero,” you snapped back. “When did you become such a drama queen? Yes, we’re going to wait. Like a normal person would have to.”

“I’m not being dramatic; I’m presenting you with a legitimate solution and you’re ignoring it!”

“If you try to fly us both out of here, you’re gonna hit the ground before we’re halfway home. And then we’ll be really stranded, with no water and no shelter. So, if you’d like to fly back all by yourself, I can’t stop you. But I’m not going to let you kill both of us.”

“Fine!” Hawks’ cheeks were flushed with temper as he kicked the door open and clambered out of the car. He kicked it shut again so hard the whole body rocked, and for a moment you were left, trapped in shocked silence.

He was really going to leave you out here. Alone.

Half a dozen heartbeats passed before his boots crunched on the shoulder and he wrenched the door open again, flopping back into the car with an immense sigh of irritated defeat.

“Fuckin’ freezing out there,” he muttered as quietly as possible.

You wanted to punch him.

“You ready to wait?”

His wings stiffened behind him, then drooped so lowly they seemed to disappear into the backseat. He looked at you from the corner of one tawny eye.

“Yeah.”

For the first hour, you honestly enjoyed yourself. As soon as Keigo accepted his fate, he got much closer to his usual mellow self. You finished off cold fries from dinner, listened to true crime podcasts on your phone, (you listened- he talked over the whole thing) and played a few ruthless games of hangman on a couple of napkins you found in the glove compartment.

You’d spent a lot of time with Hawks in a professional capacity. As partners, you took most of your missions together. You were well-versed in the way that he liked to think, the way he approached a job, a conversation. You worked well with each other and you were drawn to his quick wit and laid-back humour. Even if he was a piece of work at times, you made a strong team. But you didn’t do a whole lot of hanging out.

“Okay, that’s it,” he chided as you added an extravagant top hat to the completed, dressed hangman scrawled onto the inside fold of your last napkin. The word he’d failed to guess was ‘patience,’ and the irony of his struggling was not lost on you.

“Aw, c’mon,” you protested. “You’ve still got gloves and a bow tie left.”

“No, no, no.” He held up a palm, shaking his head. There was a good-natured grin curling his lip as he bowed toward the door. “I’m callin’ it. I gotta take a leak.”

You snatched your soda cup from the drink holder, clutching it protectively against your chest.

“You’re not going in here.”

Next, it was Hawks’ turn to shoot you a deadpan stare.

“How about in the woods? Is that allowed?”

Your cheeks went hot. “It’s pretty dark out there.”

“Aw.” Hawks shoved the door open. There was an unfamiliar glint to his eye as he tossed a mischievous look over his shoulder. “Guess you won’t be able to sneak a peek, then.”

You slammed your fist into his back. “Shut up and go take a piss.”

As the car door clicked shut, you turned the other way out of sheer habit. All you could see in the opposite window was the reflection of your own face. Maybe it was just the dim light, but you looked exhausted. Keigo had seen you caked in blood, streaked by mud and soot before. But you’d both been awake since four o’clock that morning and there was a special kind of ugly feeling that came with overtiredness.

You were dreaming about the first thing you’d do when you got home again when Hawks climbed back into the car. He looked considerably brighter as he ducked inside, and he brought a flush of rich, earthy forest-smell along with him.

“Don’t tell me you couldn’t find it in the cold out there,” you quipped. Payback.

But Keigo just chuckled, shaking his head.

“Close the door,” you whined as the frigid air from outside finally reached your bare arms. “It’s already cold enough in here.”

“Aw,” he crooned, tugging the door shut behind him. “You scared of a little cold now, kid? It’s not so bad out there. Feel.”

He lunged at you, ducking rapidly to rub his frigid cheek against your shoulder. You let out a terse yelp and squirmed, trying to shove him back amid a sea of chilled giggles. He got a few passes of his icy skin on yours before you both realized how close you’d gotten.

Hawks cleared his throat and scooted away from you. In the bare light from the shitty overhead lamp, you were starting to see the outline of a flush creeping into his cheeks.

The light abruptly went out, leaving you in darkness again.

“Tell me something,” he mused, grabbing for the abandoned takeout bag and digging a hand into it. He produced a tiny wrapped square and tore it open with his teeth, removing the folded alcohol wipe from inside and gliding it with impossible grace over his fingertips. He eyed you sideways.

“How come we don’t hang out more?”

Your chest went cold. You’d been dreading that question all night. Longer than that, even.

“What d’you mean?” It was a gut response, but you instantly kicked yourself for even attempting to play dumb.

“You know,” he chided, dumping the wipe back into the paper bag once he was finished with it. “We work. We do interviews together. We do those bullshit PR functions together. I’ve known you- what, two years? And we’ve never even been for a drink. What gives, kid? Don’t tell me I grate on you.”

“I get plenty of you on company time,” you retorted. You were starting to panic. You weren’t ready for this conversation, but it didn’t seem like you were going to be rescued by the timely arrival of the tow truck.

“Okay, okay, I’d take that,” he laughed, “if you hadn’t agreed to take this mission with me. C’mon, this wasn’t exactly a nine-to-five gig.”

He paused. “Come out with me this weekend.” He nudged your shoulder with a bony elbow. You tried your best not to snap.

“Stop,” you pressed quietly. “You know why we don’t.”

The smirk slipped from Keigo’s face.

“What? Why?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Wait a second, there’s an actual reason? What the hell is it?”

The confusion was genuine on his face. Hawks could be a smarmy little shit when he wanted to be. But you could tell he wasn’t fucking with you.

“Oh my god.” The words slipped out like a deep breath. Your hand drifted to your mouth as cold shock ran over your skin. “You really don’t remember.”

“No.” His confusion was bordered with fear. He sat back a little, letting his eyes drift over your expression. “No, I really don’t.”

You swallowed hard. You should have known that you’d have to talk about this eventually. But he didn’t even remember the night that had been changing the way you acted around him for nearly a year.

“Last Christmas,” you began. Your breath was so short that it put a desperate hush to your voice that you absolutely hated. You revelled in your ability to act casual around him, but the more probing he got, the harder that composure was slipping.

“At the agency gala. You remember the party, right?”

Hawks rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, and I got trashed.” He paused. Realization dawned on his face, and he shot you the deepest, most sincere look of concern you’d ever seen. Even more sincere than the look that crossed his face when you got shot off the roof of a house and broke a rib.

He leaned forward.

“Did I do something?” He swept a palm over his mouth, fingertips dallying at his chin. You knew exactly how he felt in that moment. You’d been there before, too, realizing that you’d lost control. Blacked out. Understanding that you might have done something you were going to regret.

“You really don’t remember a thing?” It was your turn to be horrified. How could something that consumed your every thought stay so damned far from his?

His fingers were still curved around the point of his chin. He’d gone white, and he shook his head as his eyes cast down to his lap.

“You fucking kissed me, okay?” You snarled with a whip of frustration. “There was mistletoe and you kissed me under it and-and Christ, I can’t believe you.”

“What? What?” He demanded as his voice grew defensively sharp.

“I had no idea what you were gonna do. What you were gonna say, what was gonna change between us. I showed up to the agency the next morning and your hungover ass acted like nothing had ever happened.”

“Of course I did,” he defended, “I didn’t think anything did happen. Oh my God, did I really kiss you?” His wings were coming to life all of a sudden, bristling on either side of his seat. There was a dull whisp as one edge of them brushed against the window. They seemed to expand, along with his horror, to fill the entire car.

He pushed further. “Well, did you… did you want me to?”

You could see where his thoughts were taking him. The answer was an impossible dilemma. To lead him further down that path would not only be cruel, it would be untrue. But to tell him the truth- that you had wanted it- would be to shatter the fragile illusion of casual, platonic intimacy that you’d been building over the last two years.

You chewed your lower lip. Hard enough to hurt.

“Oh god, you didn’t,” he gasped. That was enough for you to lift your chin and shoot him a sudden, sad, pathetic little look.

“Jesus,” he gasped again, deeper this time. “You did.”

“Look,” you snapped. “I was never gonna say anything to you. I was never gonna push it. You didn’t feel that way and I knew that and I just wanted to work.”

He told you enough about his personal life as it was. Every date he swung in from on Monday morning, every Friday night he spent preening in the last hours of the workday hurt enough already. If you’d grown close, fallen harder, it would’ve become too much to bear.

“What do you mean, I didn’t feel that way? What way don’t I feel? How could you even know that?” He was beginning to raise his voice back at you and the adrenaline was pushing you way too far to listen.

“Because you never said a fucking word to me about that kiss! You pretended like it never even happened, Kei! What was I supposed to think!”

“If you’d asked me, you woulda known that I didn’t speak up ‘cause I didn’t remember a goddamn thing!” Keigo jammed a finger into his temple. His golden eyes flashed. He was so fucking hot when he was angry, but this was not a fight you ever wanted to have.

Luckily for you, he was having it without you.

“What do you want me to say to that?” He snarled. “Huh? What- you want me to tell you that I’m sorry for not having psychic powers? That I’m sorry I didn’t hire a mind-reader to tell me what the fuck was going on with you?”

He scrubbed his hands over his face. You were on the verge of tears.

“I-I never-“ you began, but Keigo beat you to the punch,

“You know, maybe I noticed that you were actin’ funny around me. And maybe I should’ve asked. But maybe if you ask yourself, and if you really, honestly give yourself the truest answer, you’d be able to admit that you knew how I felt about you. That you always knew.”

“Of course I knew!”

Your response echoed raw and deafening in the silence of the car. You’d lost your temper and shouted it at him with every decibel left in your breathless chest. Your fists were clenched atop your frigid thighs as you bent over in your seat, shivering. To your immense embarrassment, warm tears trickled down the sides of your nose.

He was right, after all. Every sideways smile he’d given you was just a little too broad to be friendly. Every time he caught you by the hand, he held it just a little too long. Every time he offered you the crook of his elbow at a stuffy charity gala and every time he poured you into a cab at the end of the night, he promised to take good care of you. Every time he looked at you at all it was with a depth that you had recognized, but never understood.

“But look at us, Kei. Look at what we do to each other.”

You sniffled, scrubbing tears off your cheeks with the heels of your hands. He reached for you, seeking to comfort, but his hands twitched midair and he drew back instead.

“Yeah,” he croaked. You tossed a glance in his direction. He looked more dejected than you’d seen him in a long time. He rested both hands on top of the wheel, the rest of his body sagging against the seat back.

“Except now I’ve told you,” you continued. “And now we both know, so everything’s fucked no matter what.”

You were met with silence. The truth was dawning on you. You hated to even consider it, but it felt like what needed to be done.

“When we get back to the city,” you started. Hawks interrupted you with a low rasp of your name.

“No, when we get back, I’m giving you my resignation.”

“Fuck, stop.”

Keigo lunged, grabbing you by the back of the neck and pulling you toward him. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. The warmth of his closeness weighed on you like a heavy quilt. You couldn’t even pretend not to be immensely comforted by affection from him.

“I’m not gonna let you do that, kid.”

You were both drawing deep breaths- slow, rolling gulps of air that matched over gradual time. You licked your lips, bracing your chilled palms on his shoulders. Your fingertips brushed the very edges of his feathered hair, dull and soft in the dark.

You’d talked each other down from bigger, badder edges before. But this one had sharp, jagged rocks waiting at the bottom. This one, you were going to have to jump from together.

“I can’t do this,” you pleaded. “I can’t keep myself away from you like this.”

“Don’t.” His voice was hushed and so achingly tender, like he couldn’t take the command himself.

“I can’t-“

“Then, don’t.”

He was firmer this time, and the pad of his thumb brushed the bottom of your lip. He pulled back just a hair, grazing the tip of his nose across yours. The heat of his breath puffed over your lips and his blonde eyelashes threatened to tickle your cheek.

He drew in a slow, calculated breath.

“Lemme kiss you. Lemme try again. I’m not gonna forget it this time, I swear.”

“Keigo, please.”

“Just lemme try. Just once. I’ll never ask you again, if you don’t want me to.” He pulled back the rest of the way and your body keened at the loss, but he looked deeply into your eyes. Deeply like he’d never been allowed to look before.

You licked your lips. Considered it for half a heartbeat. Then you gave a slow little nod.

“Okay.”

To your surprise, he didn’t lunge again. He took his time with you. He cupped your cheeks tenderly between his bare palms, memorizing the curve of your face. He stared, taking you in like this. At his mercy.

Finally, he leaned in and captured your mouth in a soft kiss, heartbreakingly loving. You responded eagerly, blossoming beneath his touch and bracing your hands on the broad plane of his chest. Your fingers curled in the fleece that lined his coat.

You kissed back with near-desperate urgency, shamelessly showing him how touch-starved you’d become. Dating was pointless when Keigo stole your whole heart every time you showed up to work.

The quiet press of his tongue had your jaw going slack in his hands. Your kiss went needy all at once, and he licked into your mouth with a hunger behind his movements that you never anticipated sensing from him.

You broke from him first, turning your cheek to him as your lungs burned. Your mouth was swollen, and you gasped greedily for whatever stale air lingered between you. He grabbed your chin and forced your eyes back to his.

His gaze was fearsome. Ravenous. You were powerless beneath it.

You combed your fingers through his hair like you’d always wanted to, settling your palm at the nape of his neck. Your own voice was nearly unrecognizable, nothing more than a feral growl.

“Get in the back.”

Hawks took one look at the narrow gap between his seat and yours and sat up, nudging the driver’s side door open. He climbed eagerly into the road and then back into the back seat, settling in the center with his legs and wings splayed wide.

Meanwhile, you took the opportunity to wiggle out of your boots and pants and slam dunk everything into the foothold of the passenger’s seat. You climbed over the center console in your underwear and settled into his lap.

Even though you had to bow your head against the cushioned ceiling, it was a holy sensation. Your thighs settled perfectly into the crooks of Keigo’s legs, and his hands slid so naturally over the curves of your hips. It was as if you’d done this before.

You kissed him again, using the weight of your newly boosted height to descend hard and loving against his lips. He grabbed you hard by the ass, drawing you smooth and tight against his hips.

“God,” he groaned eagerly into your mouth.

“You’re so. Fucking. Perfect,” you hissed back into his, and he squeezed you harder, breaking his lips from yours to trail a hungry path of kisses along the edge of your jaw. His scruff scratched at your chin just like you imagined it would. You loved him like this- trimmed, unshaven. The rougher, the better.

“Don’t say that,” he purred dangerously close to your ear. “You’ve seen me at my worst.”

You tried not to grin, remembering Keigo barfing over the balcony of the Plaza after one too many charity-benefit martinis. Keigo caked in ooze after cutting open that sludge villain from the inside. Keigo on the verge of tears, just a few minutes ago.

“I still think so,” you pressed, and he smiled against your cheek. His wings, tired and bruised but majestic as ever, stiffened proudly. They were capped firmly by the cramped space that surrounded you, but the feathers that spread across the back seat were sleek and graceful.

You dug your fingertips between his jacket and his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his torso all over. He did his best to shrug it open, but the material was caught up on his wings- no getting it off now.

He wound his hands into the hem of his shirt and tugged it up for you. The skin you could feel by slipping your fingers underneath was all you were going to get.

Not that it mattered to you. It was far more than you’d let yourself so much as picture before. While you felt your way across his heated abdomen, he dipped his head to your pulse point. He scraped the points of his teeth across your tender flesh, making you sigh and shiver. He pressed a hand to the small of your back to keep you close and nibbled all the way down to your neckline, leaving a trail of tiny welts in his wake.

They would fade by morning. Tonight, the feeling was enough.

He glided smooth, tender fingers up your sides. You straightened, letting him wedge your long-sleeved t-shirt up around your shoulders. You had to bend even further and press your forehead awkwardly against his shoulder to wrench it off. Once he peeled the fabric over your head, you tossed it haphazardly toward the front seat. Keigo was already going to work on his fly.

The tender press of his erection had grown apparent by that point, stiff and needing down one thigh of his thick pants. You reached between your legs and palmed it indulgently. There was an answering throb of arousal in the pit of your belly as you felt the shape and thickness of it trapped against his body, and an even stronger one when his hips pressed into your touch and he gave a low rumble of approval.

“Don’t act so surprised,” he crooned. With his pants unfastened, and the bulk of his cock shifted to the stretchy pouch of his undershorts, he slid a fingertip down the plane of your belly and curled two graceful digits between your thighs.

“Are you wet for me yet?” He shot you a deep, lustful stare. You rocked your hips against his fingers, hopeless in resisting the pleasure he offered. Keigo nudged the crotch of your thong easily aside, dipping his middle finger against your slit.

He sucked a sharp breath through clenched teeth as you gave a simultaneous yelp of stimulation. When he looked up at you again, he bore a sly little grin. You’d seen it a thousand times before, but never with such desire. And never all for you.

“You’re drippin’, kid.” He arched his palm, slipping that finger slowly upward and easing it inside you. There was no stretch, but the sensation of intimacy- of being felt in such a way by those hands that you’d never dared to fantasize about- was intoxicating in its own right.

Keigo was, apparently, feeling it, too. His eyes were deeply lidded, glazed completely by his own desire. The tip of his cock had found its way over the waistband of his undershorts, weeping shiny precum against his stomach and the bottom of his shirt.

He curled a blunt fingertip inside you, massaging your tender front wall. The feeling rappelled up the column of your spine and brought deep trembles forward. It brought fresh handfuls of wet slick from your depths, gliding down his palm and between his fingers. He took the hints your body offered and rubbed faster, watching the way your expression morphed from desire to pleasure.

“Stop,” you hushed, leaning forward and pushing your lips to his. He drew his hand back from you immediately, settling it on your thigh. The wet little print it left against your skin wasn’t lost on you.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” you replied. “Just ready for you.”

He gave a low, loving little chuckle and shifted beneath you. “Can’t hold out any longer?”

You smiled into his hair. “Don’t want to.”

“Fair enough.” His smile was even, but the tug in his voice betrayed his fraying nerves. It thrilled you to know that you weren’t the only one putting way too much emotional stock in this. It was immensely validating to discover that he’d been anticipating it, too.

He wiggled and squirmed against the backseat, shucking his pants and underwear down over his thighs and letting his cock pop out. It bobbed against his stomach- thicker than you’d imagined- framed by a trimmed scruff of tawny hair that disappeared under his shirt.

“Fuck,” you sighed in spite of yourself.

“I know, right?” He rasped. He reached for you, cupping your jaw. He brought your forehead down to his, giving a weak laugh. “What the hell have we been waitin’ for?”

“We just needed the bottle episode to shove us together,” you giggled. “C’mon, we’re a walking trope right about now.”

“We’re about to become a different trope if you don’t let me fuck you.” It was his turn to play the desperate card. But the ache between your thighs had not dulled, even a little.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and you lifted your hips. He gave the heated tip a playful little swipe along your slick slit, but his game backfired when both of you let out tight cries of sensation.

You rocked your hips forward, taking his tip eagerly inside. The sensation was toe-curling, made even better by the way he held you tightly against him, nosing at your ear and kissing any patch of skin he could reach.

He brought his free palm to your ass as soon as you were situated, helping you slide the rest of the way onto his cock. With your knees braced on either side of his lap and your feet pressed tightly against the front seat, you let him bottom out. And for a moment, you just sat there.

“Jesus,” Keigo sighed, lolling his head against the seat behind him. You still had your head deeply bowed, trapped in the space that seemed just an inch too tight.

“I…” Your thighs shuffled. Your hips gave a little squirm. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Keigo cracked an eye and lifted his chin, sensing a problem.

“What’s the matter?”

“I just…” Your cheeks went hot. You licked your lips. “I can’t move.”

His gaze cast downward, to the place where you were joined. He took in the press of your thighs, the curve of your neck. He snorted.

“No, you can’t. C’mere, kid, I gotcha.” He planted that palm on your ass again, drawing your hips forward and up, as far as you could take them. Your head and neck bowed with the rest of your back as he draped your upper body over his chest and held you tightly against him.

Then he planted his feet and gave one good, deep thrust. Your innards gave a jerk. Oh, fuck.

“That’s it,” you panted into his ear. He nodded tensely.

“Yeah?” He prompted. “That’s workin’ for ya? Alright, alright. We’ve got this, kid, c’mon. Lemme show you somethin’ good, okay?”

One thrust sent you spiralling. But the rhythm that he dove into- steady, tough, fluid- sent every nerve through your body into meltdown. You were entirely incapable of dealing with such pleasure, combined with the emotions that swirled through your lovestruck brain.

It felt as though you had been holding out needlessly for all this time. Like all the hurt and frustration and heartbreak you shed over him would be evaporated, now that you understood that he wanted you like this, too.

Like that was all there was. You, Hawks, and the free love you could now share.

“I’m n-not-“ Keigo stuttered, piping up after a series of breathless pants and airy groans, “n-not gonna last much longer, kid, you’re… really gonna make me feel it.”

“Yeah,” you breathed back. You looped your arms tightly around his neck, tilting your hips forward. You could feel the barest hint of stimulation when your clit brushed his belly, so you leaned into it- aching for your own release.

His rhythm doubled as the intensity of your pleasure spiked dangerously high, and when you gripped him hard and rocked your hips in time with his, there was a low, warning pull that echoed all the way up to your throat. You were close. Very close.

Your head dropped backward and Keigo leaned forward, drawing his mouth up the vulnerable column of your throat. He panted hard and heavy against your pulse point.

“That’s it, kid, that’s fuckin’ it, baby, oh, God, I’m g-gonna f-fucking… I- shit, I- can’t… fffuck!”

Keigo let a vicious roar tear from his throat as he reached his vibrant peak. His erratic thrusts brought you to a tight little climax, too, and you clung to him and whined and rode through the pleasure as he fucked madly up inside you, spurting messy shots of cum into your depths.

Gravity took hold of his pleasure, dripping it onto his shaft and pooling it in a sloppy mess between you. And when it was all finally over, you collapsed against his body and you both stayed, airless and spent, wrapped tightly around one another.

It was the bright flash of headlights on the back of his neck that brought you to the surface, moments later.

The inside of the car was warm and stuffy and damp. Had you just come in from outside, you might have realized that it reeked of sex. Sweat and breath and fluid and feeling. The windows were near-opaque, fogged by the dampness of your lovemaking.

It was a moment you might have loved to capture, if you weren’t about to be so rudely interrupted.

The light in your rear windshield was bright white and flashing orange. Unmistakable.

“The tow truck,” you wheezed, scrambling off of Keigo’s lap. “Oh, fuck.”

“Get dressed,” he muttered weakly, already scrambling to get himself cleaned up and decent. He was far more dressed than you were, so you did your best to climb back into the passenger’s seat and slide back into your own clothes. You banged your shin hard on the center console, and your head on the ceiling as your body flailed in retaliation. You crumpled into the front seat and nearly kneed yourself in the mouth trying to scramble back into your pants.

By the time you climbed out of the car, fully dressed, with a few additional bruises, Hawks was already standing on the shoulder, talking to the driver. The driver was wagering a few guesses on what might be wrong with the car. Hawks’ eyes had already glazed over.

“Hey,” he greeted, as he spotted you emerging over his shoulder. He introduced you quietly to the driver before the ballcap-wearing, bearded man spoke again.

“Yeah,” he gruffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll give you a lift to garage nearby. It’s kinda late, but he keeps weird hours. I bet he’ll take a look for you, it’s prob’ly an easy fix.”

“That sounds great,” you gushed, clasping your palms together. There was a lot of stiffness settling in around your hips and thighs. You couldn’t be sure if it was a result of the compromising position you’d nearly been discovered in or the whole lot of not moving you’d done for hours before that.

Either way, it felt good to stretch your legs.

“You c’n go ahead and hop in the back,” the driver directed, waving the key that Keigo had apparently already given him in indication. “I’ll get you hooked up, no problem.”

Keigo opened the truck door for you, and you climbed over the passenger’s seat into the back. He followed closely behind you, tugging the door shut and slouching into the opposite side.

You sat in silence; hands clasped between your knees. A confusing air settled between you.

You felt vulnerable and raw and moony. You wanted to hold his hand and curl up to him in the back seat. Kiss his cheeks and tell him how good it was, tell him how much you felt.

For you, though, it could never be that simple. There was no free love for heroes like you.

Pay later, always.

Keigo felt the weight of your gaze. He turned to meet your eyes and shot you a thin smile. You’d seen the look that he’d turned to hide from you, though.

The truck driver climbed into the front seat before words could pass between you. But you didn’t need to hear them to know what they were going to be.

You didn’t need a warning to understand what Monday morning at the agency was going to look like.

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