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spidey-sophie · 3 years

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Spyke of Pleasure || Tom Holland Smut

Pairing: Secret Agent!Tom x Secret Agent!Reader (secret relationship au)

Summary: It was hard keeping your little meetings a secret. You were surrounded with secret agents and spies so you had to be very careful. But somehow you both managed to remain undetected. Until recently, when Tom developed a certain habit.

Word Count: 9.1k

Warning: smut, fingering, oral (female receiving, male receiving), overstimulation, edging/orgasm denial, handcuffs (lol), unprotected sex. Explicit smut - minors dni.

Notes: Phew, okay, here we go! We’re all aware that Tom keeps talking about how he’d love to play James Bond, so I decided to explore that au a bit. I spent a looot of time writing and rethinking this and I am so so so excited to finally share it with everyone. And ofc, it wouldn’t be done without a little help. First of all thanks to my dearest @worldoftom for putting up with my grammar and editing this. Another big one goes to the lovely @strawberrytom for being my beta reader. And last but not least, my @rebekkah4766 and @hypnotized-so-mesmerized for listening to me blabbing about this for the last month. So yeah...I really hope you'll like/enjoy this! Please let me know what you think! Especially about the ending.

♡ Ily and happy reading ♡

☆☆☆

You were late… again.

You were running up the stairs, all the way to the meeting hall. There was no time for you to wait for an elevator, so right now, the stairs were your only and best option. You were holding your heels in your hands and rushing barefoot. The meeting hall was on the last floor and there was no way you would walk up all those steps wearing high heels.

Especially not after you spent your last week on a secret mission in Paris. And definitely not after spending the whole of last night with Tom.

Yeah, you pretty much broke one of the most important MI6 rules – absolutely, positively, 100% no messing around with coworkers. Or, to use their posh, corporate wording, ‘do not mix business with pleasure’.

Up until you met Tom, you were one of the best agents they could have. Respectful of every rule. Capable and reliable. Always on time, versatile enough so they could send you on every mission there was. But soon everything changed.

He came from the Berlin wing a year ago. You were the one who was assigned to be his contact and ally, to help him settle in for a bit. From the moment you first saw him, you knew that guy was trouble. Cocky, confident, well spoken, funny and so gorgeously handsome. Far too many times, you caught yourself staring at him, following his every move. You needed to be around him, to get acknowledged by him, to show him how funny and smart you actually were.

And you felt something you hadn’t felt for anyone for a while. Something you knew very well that you weren’t supposed to be feeling. And the fact that everyone around you thought you two made a great match and kept sending you on joint missions abroad wasn’t helping. One day, you’d want to be around him, to get lost in his eyes, words, laugh, and then the next you would try to stay away from him, trying to keep up with your “tough one” persona. You made a promise to yourself - after your joint mission was over, you would cut all ties and stop working with him, ask for a new partner and do anything that was in your power to avoid him as much as you could.

For the first few months, you were very successfully hiding your feelings for him, though it wasn’t easy. You’d try to avoid him, but somehow he was always there. Starting a conversation with you, laughing at your jokes, helping you get through boring paperwork. He would always wear a black suit and a black shirt underneath. You loved how he would remove his blazer and roll up his sleeves once all the meetings had passed. Or how, by the end of the day, he would always somehow have the top button of his shirt unbuttoned. And there was always a little glimpse of his silver chain, pressing into his soft, tanned neck. And then your thoughts would wander and imagine how that chain would feel around your neck or in your mouth or around your nipples. He would usually be the one to get you out of your thoughts, asking you if you were up for a drink at the local bar or for a paintball match, but you would always say no. It was hard enough to keep yourself away from him at work. You didn’t want to risk it all by getting a bit tipsy in a gloomy bar.

Another thing about him was that, in addition to being so infuriatingly good-looking, he was also a very kind guy once you got to know him better. He cared for you, always made sure you were okay. Ran through plans and papers with you. Acknowledged your opinion. If you got hurt, he would visit you at your place or if he was away, he would at least text you. His texts would always put a smile on your face no matter what. Sometimes you’d keep texting each other for hours, even when you knew damn well that you should be asleep.

But, just like you were always trying to keep things friendly between the two of you, he also never showed any sign of liking you nor was he ever flirtatious. You weren’t sure if it was for the whole “no business and pleasure” rule or if maybe he really wasn’t interested, but that made things much easier for you. You developed a great partnership. He was someone you could always rely on. You promised yourself you’d never admit your feelings for him, for both your sakes. You needed this job way too much. It wasn’t even a job anymore, it was your lifestyle. Always on the edge, living day to day. You didn’t want to make your life any harder than it already was. Romantic partners were a vulnerability, especially if they were in the same line of work.

And just when you finally thought you both could get out of this unhurt, you were almost sure you could regain control over you and your feelings – you overheard a conversation between his partner and your Regional Officer that he was hurt really badly during a mission in Moscow. You left everything behind and jumped on the first plane. Thanks to your persuasive powers and the fact that you were fluent in Russian, you tricked his partner, Agent Osterfield, into giving you Tom’s location without raising any suspicions.

Once Tom opened the door and you saw his bruised face, broken nose and his left arm in a cast, you ran into his arms. Your heart was pounding and so was his, you could feel it while you were hugging him. He was shirtless, bruised, covered in bandages all over his chest, breathing heavily but smiling from the moment he saw you.

You weren’t even fully aware that you started kissing him until you needed to pull back for air. It was a magnetic force pulling you together into a kiss so soft, yet so desperate.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” was the only thing you could say before tears started falling down your cheeks. You were crying tears of both happiness and relief because he was right there, alive and in front of you. He was holding your face with his unhurt hand and wiping away your tears.

“It takes a lot more than a few fists and a knife to get me killed, darling,” he smiled and started placing soft kisses all over your face. Your hands were in his hair and it was even softer than you had imagined.

“I've wanted to do this from the second I met you,” Tom said while he kissed you. Hard, his tongue licking your lips until you parted them and let him in.

That was the first time you had sex. You took control while he was lying down, making sure he was comfortable with your every move. Between thrusts, you ran your hands through his chest and across his scars and bruises. His body was a work of art, muscles hard as a rock, abs flexing while you were riding him. Neither of you said a word while you made love. You thought you were very compatible while on a mission, but in bed, you two were something else, utterly out of this world.

You lost count how many times both of you came that night. No one had ever made you feel the way he did that night.

Later, as you laid in his arms, covered with plain white hotel sheets, you placed soft kisses all over his bruises, kissing his black eye gently, his swollen nose and the bruises on his ribs.

“So now what?” you asked him, once you stopped kissing him all over his face and snuggled into his shoulder, placing light kisses on his neck.

“We have two options: we run away, find some place where it’s always sunny and change our names, or forget about this night and never do this again,” Tom said, fingers running up and down the curves of your back.

And you wanted to pick the first option, you craved that from your entire being, but you knew the risks. Both of you could get suspended, you could compromise the agency, or even worse.

You didn’t even have to answer; he could read what you were thinking on your face.

“I was hoping you would say 'let’s leave everything behind and escape to a desert island'.” He gave you a tearful smile, and you could feel your heart sinking.

“There isn’t anything I want more than that,” you told him while you were dressing up, picking up your clothes from the hotel floor. Just a few hours ago you were undressing him, while you were on your knees in front of him, taking him all in, and now you were leaving.

“Never again,” you said once you were outside of his room.

“Never.” He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He stayed there leaning against the door, running his fingers over his lips, as though he wanted to feel you once again. You smiled and turned away, biting your lip, hoping this night wouldn't come to be a mistake.

☆☆☆

As it turned out, ‘never again’ had actually meant ‘see you next time’. It even became your little catchphrase. When it was time for you two to part ways, you would exchange a little ‘never again’ in between little kisses.

You just couldn’t quit him. Whenever you had some spare time, you met up with him. And it wasn’t simply for sex. Maybe in the beginning, but the more time you spent with him, the more and more you actually liked him. You learned what kind of tea he liked. You met his dog and took her on walks, although never with him, just in case someone recognized you. He would spend hours and hours talking to you about golf and convincing you that it was the best sport in the world. Sometimes you had this little thing when you would train martial arts with him, in his living room. Way too much of those improvised trainings ended with you two having sex. You spent many nights at his place, watching movies, arguing how realistic any movies were regarding the life of a secret agent or who was the best Bond. He loved Connery, you preferred Craig.

It was hard keeping your little meetings a secret. You were surrounded with secret agents and spies so you had to be very careful. But somehow you both managed to remain undetected. Until recently, when Tom developed a certain habit.

Every time there were other coworkers around you, he would make suggestive and ambiguous comments. He would be the first one to point out how you wore the same clothes you did the day before, even though he knew that the only reason you did that was the fact that you spent the night at his.

After every bathroom makeout session, he would make sure to point out that your lipstick is smudged, always loud enough so that everyone could hear him. If you were the one who asked for some coffee, he would be the first one to offer to get you one - only for him to come near you and tell you how turned on he is or how hard he came that morning just at the thought of you.

And once you asked him why he kept doing that, he told you that he loved how you mumbled while trying to come up with the laziest excuses as to why your hair was all messed up, skirt disheveled or your shirt put on inside out.

You became overly suspicious of everyone, trying to find out if they were onto you. Besides all of that, you started arriving late at the headquarters, especially after your nights with Tom.

Just like you were now. After your night filled with rough sex and charged-up moans.

Finally you arrived. Your initial plan was to take a few minutes to slow down your breathing and comb your hair, but the doors opened before you even had the time to get your shoes on. You glanced through the glass door and saw that Tom was already there, chatting with Agent Osterfield. He was wearing an all black suit, with the cufflinks you bought him for his birthday.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said with one shoe on, trying to slip into the other one. No one seemed surprised at your demeanor, even your supervisor just rolled her eyes and showed with her hand to your place onto the round table. You were sitting right across from Tom. And you noticed him smirking while looking down at the papers in front of him.

“You know, if you weren’t one of our best agents, we would never tolerate this kind behavior,” you heard D, the head executive through the screen. He was almost never there in person, but he always kept an eye on all of you.

“I’m really sorry, D, it won’t happen again,” you said while you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to look at anyone in particular.

“You look like you had a rough night, Y/N, is everything okay?” Your supervisor genuinely cared about you and just as you were about to answer, you heard Tom.

“Yeah, Y/N, tell us about your night, looks like you had fun?” And you knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing you on purpose; he enjoyed watching you get all flustered. You had no idea how he always managed to stay so calm, knowing damn well that half of it was his fault. He smirked at you while his hands rested on the chair handles, fingers tapped on them gently. And for a brief second, the flashbacks from last night flared in front of your eyes. Especially how, a few hours ago, those fingers were inside of you, making you scream his name.

“It was… um… why, why are we even talking about this? What I do in my spare time shouldn’t be your concern, Agent Holland.” You were sure he could tell how angry his question made you feel. And yet he couldn’t take his stupid smile off of his face. He enjoyed embarrassing you in public, teasing you in every way possible.

“Exactly, let’s go over the notes and the new data you gathered during your trip to Paris, shall we?” Agent Osterfield asked.

“If that’s okay with everyone, I’d like to start with the list that Delphine gave me.” You glanced at Tom, who was now completely focused on the files in front of him. Once you were down to business, he was always the one that paid the most attention, trying to comprehend everything. And he knew how much this mission means to you and that everything was at stake. Everyone was going crazy about this list, it contained names of double agents, former agents, suspended and murdered ones. But it was coded, of course, and somehow you couldn’t break the code and find what was inside. The clock was ticking and everyone was on edge, blaming each other, going back and forth. If that list fell into the wrong hands, everyone’s lives would be in danger.

Tom was the one who listened to you day and night, helping you get over the intel you had collected, trying to decode it with you. Tom, your superior, and you were the only ones who knew about it until today. The purpose of the meeting was to brief D, the coordinator of this global mission, on every bit of information you'd collected so far. And once you started talking, Tom stopped smirking at you or tapping the chair. His full attention was on you and your words, nodding and encouraging you. You knew that he would always be the one who had your back and that he’d always be there for you.

That was only yet another thing you found attractive about him.

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The meeting was over a few hours later. Almost everyone was leaving the room, and once you glanced at Tom, you recognized the way he was looking at you. During all these months of hiding, you developed some sort of secret-eye-communication. If he looked at you for too long and nodded his head, that meant he needed to talk to you.

So you tried to take as much time as possible to pack your stuff. Until the two of you were the last ones in the hall.

“Are you out of your mind?” you tried to seem calm, but you were so mad at him, you couldn’t control yourself. You were in a glass office, and closing the blinds would be too suspicious.

“What are you talking about?”

“How was your night Y/N,” you mocked his voice from earlier, “You saw how confused I got, I almost gave something away. And you asked that in front of D when you know just how paranoid he is!” You were packing your files into your bag, walking slowly towards the exit, not even looking at Tom.

“I am really sorry I got you upset, Y/N.” He had to almost run to catch you, trying to keep you next to him as long as possible. But you were mad, you had too many things on your mind.

“I really have a lot to work on, I need to recode this fucking list and I don’t have time for your little games right now.”

“Please wait... Listen, I don’t know how to put this, but you are the strongest and fiercest woman I’ve ever met, yet you get so shy and timid once I bring this up. And you look adorable every time I do that... and, honestly, you look so hot while you try to come up with some lame excuse, and in the meantime I know that you're thinking about our night and what we did. Sorry, again. I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

When you finally lifted your head, you saw him looking at you with his puppy eyes, begging for forgiveness. A trick he knew would work on you. You couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, not after everything you’d been through. He approached you and touched your hand, running his long, slender fingers all over your wrist. And once he removed them from your hands, he started touching your cheek, with his thumb running circles over your bottom lip. “I can’t control myself whenever I am near you. Sometimes I fantasize about fucking you on this table.”

“Here is something else to think about,” you decided to play his game and slowly unwrapped your trench coat, “I am not wearing anything underneath.” You showed him just a tiny bit of your lace black bra and as soon as he saw it, he covered your lips with his.

It was a lustful and desperate kiss. His hands trailed under your coat and squeezed your butt. He was rough, almost slapped you right there. You were caught by surprise and moaned in return. He wanted you so badly, but he couldn’t have you. Not right here.

“Someone could see us,” you said once you pulled away, fighting for breath.

“We’ll give them an amazing show,” he said and moved his head forward to kiss you again, but you moved away from him, still in his arms.

“My place, tonight. And don’t think by then I'll have forgotten what you did here.” You bit his lip and finally left him. You smiled once you weren’t facing him.

“I thought you had to work tonight, love?”

“I’ll ask James to cover for me. And will I see you tonight?” He nodded and smiled. He had no idea what he'd gotten himself into, but you loved gaining control over him once again.

☆☆☆

Once you were home, you took a long, ice cold bath. Ice helped your body heal and numbed your muscle pain. And you were in a lot of it. Your one-week trip to France wasn’t an easy one. Too much trouble for not a lot of information. Delphine gave you what you went there for, but that wasn’t enough. You were under a lot of stress, constantly getting called back to the headquarters, traveling all over Europe and risking your life with every step you took away from London.

And yet again, the only thing that could keep your mind off of work was Tom. Once your mind started playing all of the things he did to you like a movie, the bath no longer felt as cold. You wouldn’t say that you actually, truly loved him. That word had such a special meaning to you, and you wanted to be sure. He did have a place in your heart, he was probably the person you cared about the most in this entire world. You hated that, hated that you finally had a weakness for others to use it as leverage. But here you were, burning in the cold water and feeling yourself getting wetter just at the thought of him arriving tonight.

As you were getting into your silky gown, you thought to yourself that maybe you did feel something for this man. Maybe this was the only kind of affection the both of you could have. Constantly hiding, stealing kisses and hiding clues from others.

The knock on the door got you out of your head. Once you heard the third knock, you knew it was him, as that was your secret knocking code. You quickly made your way to the door and unlocked it.

He was leaning against the doorframe, waiting for you to let him in. You stepped aside making room for him to enter. No matter how many times you'd seen him outside of work, it was still a bit strange to see him in anything but formal wear. He was wearing a simple, skin tight white shirt, and his casual attire turned you on even more. You weren’t sure how someone could look so good while wearing something as simple.

As you checked him up, his eyes were also trailing down your exposed skin. You weren’t wearing anything but a tiny, silk, black nightgown, which barely covered your breasts. He was smiling, biting his lip, before he looked back up into your eyes. “I thought you were mad at me?”

“And I thought you were about to pay me back?” you said while looking at his mouth, noticing how instantly it went from an innocent smile to a devilish smirk. But you wanted it on yours so you quickly smashed your lips together.

No one had ever kissed you the way Tom did. You'd never felt like this before; it was like you were both falling apart but feeling the safest ever at the same time. He knew your body and how to treat you like you deserved, like you were his most valuable possession.

His lips were slowly dragging over yours, pecking them lightly at first. You shivered just at that first contact, wanting to deepen the kiss, but also needing it to last a little bit longer. Your fingers were already lost somewhere in his thick, curly hair, while his were on your waist, scrunching your nightgown, lifting it up.

Almost at the same time as your nightgown was lifted enough for him to notice that you weren’t wearing any underwear, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He was warm and wet, tasted so fresh yet so sweet. You both moaned at the same time, tongues rubbing together in a fight for more.

Your hand moved from his hair to his jaw. You loved how sharp it was and how his muscles kept tensing while kissing you, exploring your mouth and devouring you only with his kiss. Your back was pressed against the door, you didn’t even move from the moment he stepped in. It was like you almost forgot to move, breathe and function once you were near him, once you were all over each other.

He finally broke the kiss and moved from your lips to your neck, then removed your thin silky straps out of his way. Wet traces were left in the wake of his lips as he kissed your neck, gently, making sure not to leave any marks on you. The last thing you wanted was someone to question you about them, and he respected your wishes.

His palms slipped down to your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, molding them and grabbing them hard. One of his hands moved to the front, going up and down on your thighs. Just as he was about to start touching you where you wanted him the most, you moaned into his ear, “Not here... the bedroom.”

You led the way to your bedroom and his hand never left yours. Once you entered your room, he pulled you back to him; his hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole day,” he said before he finally kissed you again, this time harder than before. Deeper, almost like he wanted to own you. He pushed you forward to your bed, until you couldn’t move any further.

“Lie down for me, okay?” You nodded and were now on your back, resting on your elbows. He was on his knees, removing his shirt, not breaking eye contact. His eyes were dark, locked on yours. You felt yourself getting wetter just by the way he was looking at you. “Fuck,” you almost moaned and he wasn’t even touching you. You were that desperate for him.

He was now completely shirtless, way more muscular than when you first slept with him. Every time you saw him without his shirt on, you remained speechless. You could watch his muscles for days, how this chest went up and down as he breathed or how his abs flexed right when he was about to have an orgasm. Your eyes were now tracing his arms, all the way to his hands. He was remarkably good with his hands. One time you made a joke that he could do things to you with his little finger that others couldn’t with their dicks.

His fingers were so skilled; they knew every little curve, mark, spot and nerve ending on your body. Sometimes you felt embarrassed at how fast you could climax just from him fingering you.

And now those fingers were on your inner thighs, spreading them apart, running slow circles up and down. From your lower legs all the way up to your core. His touch was so light, almost phantom and if you weren’t watching those damn long fingers working you up, you wouldn’t be sure if he was really touching you or if it were all just your imagination.

It was definitely real, though. He started to put more and more pressure into his touch, focusing more and more upward, where your precious cunt was.

“I love how wet you always get for me,” he said as he watched your wetness dripping over the sheets. He hadn’t even touched you there and you were craving him, leaking for him. You started to buckle your hips up, yearning for him to finally start rubbing you, kissing you, fingering you, doing whatever he wants, just doing anything to you. Something to relieve this pressure. He spread your legs apart so you couldn’t even bring them together to relieve some of the tension building inside of you.

And he recognized all of those signs that you were sending him, the way your hips were grinding the air, humping against nothing. He quickly moved his hands from your inner thighs all the way under them. He put his hands on your hips, trying to keep you steady. You lay down and were almost smiling 'cause you knew what he was about to do.

His head was now down to your core. At first, you felt his hot breath that sent shivers all the way up to your spine. And not a second later, he finally put his lips on your throbbing clit. You couldn’t help but let out a loud, desperate moan for finally feeling something there. He still wasn’t using his tongue; he was pecking your folds, getting his dried lips wet. But once you felt that first lick of his, you felt like you were about to explode right there.

Your hands instantly went to his head, grabbing his hair. You loved to touch his hair and neck, loved the way his head was moving as he pleasured you. There was no need for his tongue to explore you, he already knew just how you liked it. So he focused on that sweet little spot, the one that made you lose your mind every single time. For once you were grateful, he decided to not be a tease and just go at it.

Your stomach was tensing, moving up and down and both of your legs started to quiver a bit. His fingers caressed your waist, letting you know that he had you, you could let go whenever you needed to. Loud moans had already replaced your heavy breathing. When you looked down, you noticed that his eyes were locked on yours, smiling. He pulled away, covered in your wetness.

“You taste so warm,” he said and he licked another slow stripe, “so wet,” and added another stripe, “so soft,” and another, “the sweetest thing I've ever tasted.” And after those last words, he started almost passionately making out with your heat. His tongue was licking harder now, moving faster, swirling over that one swollen spot that kept growing, filled with pleasure.

You couldn’t think straight anymore, your eyes were shut, mouth open. Your hands held his head while your hips grinded over his tongue and lips. You were almost sure you could hear him moaning too, but yours were much louder. His hands left your waist and moved upwards, underneath your nightgown, grabbing both of your breasts at the same time. Your back instinctively arched even more, giving him easier access to your boobs while he gently pinched your nipples.

“Just keep doing that,” were the only words you could say once you felt that warmth in your belly, slowly spreading up your spine and down your legs. Once you were close to finally reaching your high, both of your legs started trembling uncontrollably so he had to leave your breasts and hold both of your thighs in place. You couldn’t hear or see a thing, all of your senses were numb, flooded with pleasure. You could only feel his tongue and his touches, arching your back, shaking, moaning and screaming his name. He was sucking on your clit as you came, trying to keep his rhythm and head in one place and you were the one moving, riding his tongue and your orgasm, trying to prolong it as much as possible.

The tension in your muscles finally started to ease and your breathing became slower. You brought one of your hands over to your face, biting your finger, trying to calm down. Your face was burning, and just as you thought about getting up and getting a glass of water, you felt him leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs and on your core. You propped yourself on your elbows and saw him smirking at you between kisses. Soon enough, he replaced his lips with his fingers, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over your entrance and folds. You were still too sensitive from your previous orgasm and weren’t sure if you could take another one.

“Can you do one more for me, please?” His voice sounded lower than before, mouth shiny and puffy from the way he'd consumed you a few seconds ago. Once his fingers were moistened, he pushed the middle one inside of you. Your back arched almost immediately, head tilting back. He wasn’t moving it, just kept it inside, waiting for your answer.

“Mhm…” you moaned and started buckling up your hips once you felt him inserting another finger of his. You never felt your clitoris being this swollen. Thanks to your previous high, it was so easy for him to find your spot and where to focus his movements. Once he started moving his fingers up and down, pressing them onto that magical center inside, you started clenching on them.

“You feel so tight on my fingers, can’t even imagine how it would feel once I’m inside of you,” he said as he watched you ride his fingers and scrunch the covers on your bed, still propped on your elbows. He kissed your knee, his eyes on yours, focused on the way you kept mouthing his name, begging him to stop but also to continue at the same time.

Once he sped up, you could hear how wet you were, the sound of the mess between your legs filling the room. He removed his eyes from yours and watched your cunt shaking from the way his fingers were moving, taking them in. You were clenching so hard on him, on the verge of coming again and that was when he dived back in and started licking your clit one more time. As he did that, he started moving his hips, humping the bed, probably trying to get some sort of friction for himself.

The fire inside you was enhanced when you saw the way his back muscles were moving and how he was squeezing and tightening his ass, practically fucking the bed. You fell down on your back, one of your hands reaching for his. You squeezed him tight, nails digging into his hand. And he held you tight as well, almost like he was letting you know that it was okay to let go, he’d be right there to catch you.

His fingers kept going faster and faster, pressing your nerves from inside, while his tongue was doing the same from the outside. The thing he was doing felt so good you could faint, the pleasure overcoming your body in sharp waves. And once the time between those waves became shorter, you knew another explosion was about to hit you. You closed your eyes, but it wasn’t dark, you saw flashes of white lights. Room was filled with “fuck’s” and “Tom’s” and the tears forming in your eyes finally started falling down your temples over to your ears.

Once you squeezed your orgasm down to its last drop, you felt him remove his fingers out of you. You almost let a little disappointed whine, you hated feeling empty and you wanted them inside you once again.

“Fuck, you looked so gorgeous, I almost came in my pants,” was the only thing he said before standing up, looking for a tissue to wipe his mouth. A few moments after, you stood up as well, finally getting a much deserved glass of water. Once you found it on the dresser, you looked over at your bed and at the puddle you had left in the center of it. You couldn’t help but smile, still feeling occasional shots of pleasure coming through you.

Tom waltzed back into the room and you walked over to him, pressing soft kisses onto his face.

“I guess you liked what I did,” he smiled into your lips, “still mad at me?”

“Yes.” You kissed him back, instructing him to go to your bed. You tried to remove his sweatpants as you walked and kissed, but you couldn’t move them down his ass.

“Need a little help?” He broke the kiss once he saw you struggle.

“Yes, your ass has gotten pretty thick,” you smiled as you playfully smacked his bum. He smiled at your remark too. It was one of your ongoing jokes, you kept teasing him about how if he kept going to the gym and working on his lower half, he could very well leave the MI6 and become the new Kim Kardashian.

The playful smile left your face once he removed his underwear, his boner sprung straight in front of you. Dark pink, almost purple, veins popping, strangely throbbing at the rhythm of your heartbeat. The head was shiny, so tense and swollen with a few drops of clear precum, luring your mouth in. You asked him to lie down and he did, his body set against your bedding. As he settled himself, with his hands over his abs, you finally removed your nightgown, wet from both your sweat and arousal.

“I want to try something, but… uhm I need you to trust me. If, at any moment, gets uncomfortable to you, or you don’t want it, please let me know, okay?” you asked him as you straddled him, pressing your wetness onto his pulsating cock. A light moan escaped your lips at the first contact with his body.

“Do what you want, darling.” His lips crashed against yours while his hands went to your ass, pushing you down and jerking his hips under to your slippery entrance. You grabbed his hands and lifted yourself up on your knees. His lips left yours and started to bite and lick on your neck and lower all the way down to your boobs. You were now higher than him and with both of his hands in yours you brought them towards the headboard. And while he was gliding his tongue over your breasts, kissing them and biting your nipples with his lips, you grabbed a pair of handcuffs that were hidden behind your bedpost and clasped one around his right wrist.

“Oh so we're doing that now? I thought you loved when I used my hands?” he whispered into your neck, making you shiver.

“Meh, not so much,” you joked while you moved over to his left one, “also, it is nice to spice things up a bit, don’t you think?” He moved forward to kiss you again, but you lifted yourself up completely and moved further away from him but closer to his cock.

There was something arousing in the way he instantly became helpless, desperate and needy for you. You felt powerful now that you were the one in control, wiping your tongue over your bottom lip sensually and leaning over his stomach to lick around his belly button. At the same time, you watched Tom as he smirked down at you and bit his lip, perfectly aware of what you were about to do.

You kneeled down to his member, licking your lips and lightly blowing hot air onto him. This is not something that he would usually feel, but being as aroused as he was now, you knew he would feel every little touch or change down there. And he did, you were sure once you saw his hips buckling up to meet your lips.

“Look who is eager now,” you said and you finally parted your lips, still not taking him in, but licking the salty precum from the tip. “So tasty and impatient for me.”

You grabbed his base with your left hand and pulled his foreskin all the way down, revealing his pink throbbing length completely. You brought your right hand down to his balls and started lightly scratching them with your fingertips. He liked that, he loved when you were gently caressing and sucking on his balls. Your mouth quickly replaced your fingers. Gently and carefully, you ran circles with your tongue over any part of him you could reach. You looked at him, he was smiling knowing exactly what you were doing. You enjoyed this so much, you could stay down there for hours, but the way he kept slowly jerking his hips up turned you on. Just as he was needy to get his cock sucked, you also needed to put it in your mouth. You couldn’t tease him any longer, you opened your mouth and finally engulfed the head. As you did that, you kept scratching his balls and felt them tense and get harder.

“Fuuuck, Y/N,” he cursed once you pulled him out, traces of his precum leaking down to your left hand. You continued your motions, bobbing your head up and down, still slow but intense enough to drive him crazy. He kept buckling his hips up, almost fucking your mouth.

“Slow down, Holland, or I’ll tie your legs too,” you joked as you spread a bit of your spit with your right hand down his length, getting him nice and wet.

“I'm not sure how long I will last,” he said as you jerked him up a bit with your hand. Lightly, since he was already worked up and the last thing you wanted was him to explode right there.

“Oh baby, trust me you will,” you winked and got down to his member, sucking him lightly again, taking him deeper now, as you lubricated it with your spit. You removed both of your hands from him, keeping them on your back. The only thing moving now was your head. Occasionally you would look up to him and lock his eyes with yours. He struggled to keep his eyes open, tried to move his hands by tugging on his restraints, but you'd locked him good onto the bedpost.

He started moving his hips up to meet your mouth, moaning and grunting. “Fuck, darling, your mouth feels so good.”

You didn’t know why, but the way he kept calling you darling and giving you pet names always turned you on. Maybe it was his voice, his moans or the way his abs kept tensing as he kept straining his cock, but you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You tried to move your hand down to your core, so you could please yourself, when you heard his voice “If you do that, I’ll cum right now,” and that was your cue to stop sucking him.

You removed your mouth from him, his member falling down to his abs, a wet sound echoing the room as his cock smacked his stomach. You straightened up and positioned yourself over his cock. He noticed how turned on you were once he saw your wetness leaking down your thighs and bit his lips so hard they turned white.

“If I wasn’t handcuffed on this bed, I’d slam into you so hard.”

You sat down on his cock, still set against his stomach, not taking him in yet. One of your hands slipped underneath and you spread your folds to uncover your pulsating clit. You leaned into him, pressing your clit hard into his harder length. Slowly, you began to move back and forth, riding his shaft from this position. First you were a bit lower, your movements focused around his base, but once you started moving faster, you started riding his entire length, tensing your muscles and jerking him off with your cunt.

You could feel another orgasm building, you were that desperate for him. There was a huge mess on his lap, his precum mixed with your wetness. But all those liquids made your movements even easier. You arched your back and started moaning.

“That’s it darling, come on my cock,” and with those words you came once again, shaking and trembling on his cock, almost losing your balance since you didn't have his hands around you to guide you. “That’s it, princess, so pretty when you orgasm. I am so close, shit, I want to come inside you.”

“Ask nicely,” you answered once you came down from your high, your voice still a bit shaky.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please ride my cock.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure you asked nicely enough,” you said and you wiggled your hips, watching him roll his eyes backward at your every little movement.

“Oh, come onnn”, he groaned.

“Well now you won’t get anything,” you lifted yourself up and gave him a quick peck on his lips. You loved how flustered and desperate he looked. So sweet and hot at the same time. Trying to free his hands from the handcuffs and touch you, hold you down and slam himself into you. “You’re lucky I am as desperate as you are.” You kissed his jaw once again and finally sat on his cock.

You both moaned at the same time.

“Shit, how can you be so wet, yet still so tight for me?” he asked as you moved downward. Slowly, you let his entire length in. You were already wet enough, so he slid in with ease. It didn’t take you long enough to get used to him and start moving. You moved exceptionally slow, wanting to feel every little inch of him inside of you. He usually wasn’t vocal in bed, but now he was emitting soft moans and grunts with your every move.

You loved watching his arms tied and spread. He was left for your mercy completely. Leaning onto his chest, your hands on his shoulders, you started moving up and down faster and faster. You tried to kiss him, but both of you were panting so hard that you ended just breathing and moaning into each other's mouths, him occasionally licking your lips. You were so sensitive down there that every little move could get you off again. But now, you were focused on him. And once you felt him tensing and breathing heavily, you stopped moving and got on your knees, his cock falling out of you.

Once he calmed down, you took the base of his cock again, running the tip gently over your clit, using him as your little toy. You straddled him again, slowly and gently, until it was all in and you heard his loud, desperate grunt. With your hands on his shoulders for balance, you started moving up and down. Your moves were getting faster and faster, but only a few seconds later you recognized the way his breathing started to speed up and how his moans were turning into whimpers so you propped yourself up again, losing contact with him, leaving his cock twitching on his stomach.

He finally opened his eyes, couldn’t even properly speak, but you knew what was on his mind.

“Sorry, you are one of the strongest men I’ve ever met, but I can’t help but enjoy making you all ruffled and desperate.” He recognized this little sentence and smiled, breathing heavily and lightly bumped his head on the headboard.

“So that’s what this is all about, huh?” he asked, fighting for breath, his cock painfully throbbing underneath you.

“I told you I was still mad,” you said that and sat on him, going all the way down to his base. He moaned so loud and arched his back, cursing. Slowly, you lifted yourself up again, completely and heard him whine at the loss of touch.

“I am, oh, so sorry. Can I please cum?” he asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know, can you?” you teased and moved downward again, your hand on the base of his cock to guide him better.

“Will you let me?” he asked, cock buried deep inside of you. You weren’t even moving, just clenching around him. He looked so turned on, his mouth agape and his back arched trying to get closer to you. You didn’t even need to move, he was getting himself off.

“Hmm,” you said and you started moving up and down, his eyes rolling back, hands gripping the handcuffs, “I think I wi…”

And just as you were about to move faster and finally let him have his high, you heard your telephone ringing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please don’t get that,” he was almost begging you, craning his neck to try and reach you as you got up since you recognized the ringtone.

“I have to, it’s D. Hold on, okay?” you said as you quickly grabbed the wipes from the bed counter and wiped yourself quickly. You took your phone and went to the hallway to take the call.

“Headquarters immediately. It’s about your little fleur-de-lis.” You didn’t even have time to answer because D hung up on you right away.

You quickly entered your bedroom, straight to your closet, looking for something to wear. Tom widened his eyes, watching you as you got put on your underwear.

“What happened?” he asked, now fully prompting himself on your bedpost, using his arm muscles to do so.

“I’m not quite sure, but it’s something about Delphine,” you said as you got into your jeans. “I need to see D as soon as possible.” You were putting your coat on and fixing your hair, practically running around the room.

“Don’t jerk off or anything, I want to finish this, okay?” you said as you grabbed the keys for the handcuffs and moved forward to him to unlock him. It was then that you got an even better idea. You couldn’t, you thought to yourself. But it was so tempting. You started smirking and slowed down, watching him and how his expression changed once he was on to you.

“No, no, don't even think about it,” he said, but your mind was already made.

“Oh I already am. I promise I’ll be back soon.” You winked at him, leaving the keys to the bed counter.

“And what if you don’t?” he asked, now less worried and more aroused. Judging by the way his member started quivering and growing, he liked this idea.

“I thought you were a top MI6 agent. I'm sure you can free yourself from some flimsy sex shop handcuffs, right?” You leaned down and gave him a little kiss that he eagerly reciprocated.

“You are so dead once I get rid of these,” he threatened, but you were already on your way out of the bedroom. Still, you turned around to get one last look at Tom. He was so hot, naked, hard and flexing, puppy eyes huge on his face just for you.

“You know what,” he said when he caught you looking, “I don’t think we’re ever doing this again.”

“Bye, Agent Holland.” You waved at him over your shoulder and left, grinning from ear to ear. Maybe you really had a thing for that man.

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You entered the meeting hall, on time, for once. Only your supervisor was there, sitting and tapping nervously on the large table. Not even a few seconds after you, Agent Osterfield entered the room as well. Only little ‘hi’s’ and ‘hello’s’ were exchanged. Judging by the looks on everyone's faces, not a single one of you had any idea why you had been called in this late. You kept looking at the big screen, waiting for D to appear on it and probably send you somewhere far away. And since he used Delphine’s secret code name during the phone call, it will likely be France again. You almost cursed to yourself. The last thing you wanted now was to spend hours going through paperwork, fake identities, passports and logistics of it all.

No matter how much you tried to focus and seem calm, your thoughts kept going back to the imagery you left back at your place. Tom, naked, hard, flustered and desperate for you. How his cock kept pulsating over his belly, begging you to let him cum. Which you had every intention to, as soon as you got back home. And just the thought of him made your stomach burn, the fire slowly expanding downwards, where you last needed it now.

Lucky for you, James from the tech department walked in, nervous and he took the chair next to your. The minute he sat down, you turned to him.

“What’s going on?” and before he even had the chance to face you, D entered the office. And now, more than confused, you were appalled. D never showed his face anywhere. He was always a face on a screen. You could count on one hand the number of times you had actually met him face to face. Right now, he looked worried and angry. Much angrier than usual.

“I'm aware none of you wants to be here, and trust me I don’t want to either.” It was D who started talking first.

“Oh you bet,” you heard Agent Osterfield and noticed the way your supervisor rolled her eyes at him. He was always too nonchalant, even in the most serious situations.

“I just want to point out that I wasn’t late and that I would appreciate it if we could get straight to the point.” This was your attempt to speed up the meeting, since you did not want to stay here and listen to Osterfield and D arguing.

“If you are all done with your chit-chat, I would like to go straight to the point,” D said in a strong voice. The whole room went quiet. “As you all know, for the last couple of weeks we've been trying to get the very important piece of information, better known as the list. I’m using this opportunity to inform you that our colleague, Agent James Smith, managed to decode the list.' He nodded towards James, but his face was still dead serious, not even a sigh of relief. You looked at your supervisor and Agent Osferfield, and they were both smiling and nodding at James as well. You turned around to congratulate James, intrigued but pleasantly surprised, since the intel he'd managed to get was major. Yet his face was nowhere near happy. He muttered a little 'I'm sorry' before you heard D again.

"Unfortunately, all good news comes with a price. What I am going to tell, you can't leave this room until we develop a detailed strategy."

It was dead silent in the room, you couldn't hear anything beside your racing pulse.

"I am going to be straightforward and open with you,” D added with his eyes on yours. You gulped at his intense gaze. “We have a double agent in our department, the one who has been working with SVR RF. And his name is Agent Holland."

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sorry about the ending

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youcouldmakealife · 2 years

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SOTW: Scouts; Wine Wars One

For the prompt: A glimpse into the fray of the Wine Wars

Part one, because one part cannot capture the chaos.

At first it’s a murmur. Something to tune out, or to overhear a snatch of, and then smirk, or roll your eyes and ignore. For the team to pick up then drop, carry on, forgotten by the end of the day, one of the many quirks of a job as unconventional as theirs.

Today at work: fought two-hundred pound man, hurt hand punching helmet, sat in small glass box and pouted while icing knuckles, accidentally fell on someone’s head — he’s fine, had impromptu dance party after a win, made a decision to award a glittery top hat that reeks of sweat to the man who most deserved the disgusting thing since he got rubber into the net twice — once off his ass, scarfed four slices of pizza, then called someone a motherfucker for liking the fermented grapes with the skin on them.

You know, fairly typical day at the office. Scouts normal.

It doesn’t stay that way.

Joey didn’t mean to.

Like, is he sorry? No. He is simply standing up for what is right and good, and obviously red wine is the inferior form of wine. Obviously.

But he didn’t mean to.

“Where do the people who think wine’s gross fit into all this anyway?” Danny asks.

Everyone seems to have pretty firm opinions about something that’s damn nasty across the board. It’s as stupid as the guys on the roster who are really choosy about what brand of liquor they want to shoot: a shot’s a shot.

Danny does get that some people are like ‘hey, no tequila for me, I had a bad experience once’ or ‘already had some vodka ones and I don’t want to mix’ or something, that makes sense, but being snobby about the brand? Shots are not there to taste good. Down it and go. You can’t down wine like that. And it all tastes like shit anyway. Poor grapes, so delicious. They deserve better fates.

“Boo!” Money says.

“Yeah, boo!” Scratch says. “Go back to your beer, beer drinker!”

“You drink beer,” Danny says, blinking at Scratch. “Like, almost exclusively.”

Danny actually cannot think of a time he’s seen Scratch drink wine, but he’s definitely seen him down pitchers of beer all by himself.

“Boo!” Scratch repeats. “Boo!”

The Scouts take up the ‘boo’. Danny’s 99% sure they have no idea why they’re booing him and they’re just along for the ride, but still: not a great feeling, being booed by two dozen people. Some of them get creative and throw in hand gestures for good measure.

“Well fuck all of you,” Danny says.

All he gets in return is more ‘boo’.

Well. At least they’re united on something, Danny guesses.

Nick doesn’t even like wine that much. Like, is red superior? Clearly. He wouldn’t be arguing for red if it wasn’t. But he’d pick a pint of beer over a glass of wine 99 out 100 times. And the hundredth is just because his ma believes in wine being served with meals, but no other booze, and if Nick has a beer with dinner she’ll give him the stink eye. So when he’s eating with his family, he’s drinking red wine with the meal, but that’s about it.

It is about the principle of the matter, though. Money can’t just railroad everyone into agreeing with him, that’s bullying.

Nick’s standing up for red wine, and the little guy, and Money being wrong wrong wrong.

Like he said: the principle of the matter.

Team dinner’s going fairly well, right up until the waiter comes by asking for drink orders.

“We will have a round of waters!” Willy yells above the sudden din.

Everyone quiets.

“We will have a round of waters,” Willy says to the waiter. “Those who don’t want water can order the non-alcoholic beverage of their choice. I am so very sorry for them, sir.”

“I want a beer, though,” Doozy says. “Can I have a beer?”

Willy sighs. “Fine. Everyone can order the beverage of their choice. Except wine.”

“Anti-wine agenda,” someone murmurs, and it gets picked up.

“Do not make me take your alcohol privileges away!” Willy says, and the murmur subsides.

“This is literally as stupid and subjective as the glass being half-full or half-empty,” Udder says. “Everyone’s taste is different, you know? And like, ignoring personal preference for a second — different wine is good for different occasions, you know? White’s nice on a hot summer day, but if I’m eating a steak I’m ordering red.”

“Udder’s a turncoat!” Flipper says. “He said he preferred white yesterday. Turncoat!”

“I’m trying to say there’s nuance!” Udder says. “How is ‘there are shades of grey’ being a turncoat!”

“Turncoat!” Money yells. “Turncoat!”

“You can join the red side, buddy,” Scratch says. “We’re a lot nicer.”

“We’re only mean because he’s a traitor,” Money hisses. “Traitor! Turncoat! Benedict Arnold!”

“I think my family’s British if you go back that far?” Udder says. “I was probably on the other side of that war.”

“Red Coat!” Money yells. “Red Coat! Red wine for red coats!”

Suddenly everyone is yelling over one another.

“Is it time for the adults to intervene yet?” Jonesy murmurs to Tate.

Take sighs. “Probably,” he says.

“That stupid wine thing still happening?” Kat asks when Kevin walks in the door. It was a win. A great win. He should feel exultant.

Kevin is very tired. He slides his coat off his shoulders, hangs it up. “How did you guess?” he asks.

Her mouth quirks.

“Everything about me?” he asks.

“Everything about you,” she confirms.

“I swear,” Kevin says. “I think I need to work with a peewee team for a bit, coach some more mature players.”

“Want me to open a bottle of wine?” Kat asks.

“Don’t say that word,” Kevin says. “But yes. Please.”

“Coming right up,” Kat says, and Kevin pinches the bridge of his nose before he follows her to the kitchen.

#fic snippet #SOTW #joey munroe #nick angelopoulos #tate williams

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yedamismymom · 3 years

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Reaction to you teasing them (legal line)

lmao i finally wrote something for treasure..hope ya like this and thanks for requesting!

Treasure’s Reaction to you Teasing them

Pairing: Legal Line x Reader

Genre: Reaction; Suggestive, Sexual Themes

Words: 900+

Warnings: Sexual Themes. Please read at your own discretion. I tried writing for Yedam in this, wasn’t so bad, his part will be under the read more in case anyone wants to read it.

Hyunsuk

You squeeze his thigh and drag your nails over it

I see him getting very flustered initially

He doesn’t understand why you did whatever it was that you did

But when you do it again, he gets the memo right away

Suddenly he doesn’t know what to do

You’re being very explicit with your actions

The longer you tease him the more it’ll turn him on and the harder it’ll get for him to stay still

It won’t take him too long to give in

He’d probably want you to go down on him and give him a nice suck before really getting into things

He can’t resist teasing for the life of him

Jihoon

You sit on his lap, facing him and leave a feathery kiss below his ear

He knows exactly what you’re up to and he refuses to give into you so easily

There’s no point in teasing the biggest tease ever

He’s just going to make this harder for you

He’ll grab your waist, preventing you from going anywhere and start kissing your neck

But the kisses will be very restricted, like he’s not giving you as much as you want

He loves hearing your needy whimpers

Its not easy to tease him

If you want him to fuck you all you’ve gotta do is ask

There’s no guarantee that he won’t continue teasing you though

Yoshi

You wrap your arms around his waist and slip your hands under his shirt

Your touch certainly isn’t subtle so he gets a faint idea of what you’re up to

He likes when you take incentive to initiate things

So he’ll let you continue for just a bit before turning to face you

Once his lips are on yours you know he isn’t going to disappoint you

Maybe he’ll take you right then and there (depends on where y’all are at though)

He will never pass up an opportunity to satisfy you

So just know that even if his reaction isn’t immediate, he will still give into your secret demands

He’ll most probably treat you better than you’d imagine, simply so that you know he’s always gonna give you everything you want

Junkyu

Maybe you whisper something naughty in his ear and give him a certain look

He might scream

So be careful

Mainly because he’ll be caught off guard

Teasing him can be very entertaining

He’ll be so conflicted and say things like “really? now?” or “omg someone might hear you!”

Nervous gulps x 100

He might even start sweating because of how anxious it makes him

He obviously wants to listen to you and give into your demands but the time and place is too sudden for him

That’s why you’ve gotta leave him an ultimatum

Do that, and he’s running behind you without another question

Mashiho

You wear something revealing on purpose

You know he loves catching small glimpses of your body

He’ll just smirk shamelessly

Maybe he knows what you’re up to, maybe he doesn’t

It turns into a whole game

Who’s gonna make the first move

Eventually one of you gives in

Everything that proceeds from there is incredibly rushed and super needy

All in all, he can put up with teasing, but not forever

Jaehyuk

Please you literally just tell him that you’re horny and want to ride him

He giggles

And then he realizes that you aren’t joking

So now he’s like super expectant

You probably have to tease him some more to rile him up

Cause he’s just gonna be fascinated by your straightforwardness

I think I’m going on a different tangent with this (hit me up if you wanna know where)

So yeah I think if you tease this boy first he’s not gonna know what’s happening and when he finally gets it he won’t know what to do

Super clueless but at least it gives you a chance to top him

Asahi

You lean in to kiss him but just before his lips can touch yours, you pull away

He hates it

You can see it on his face, all that dissatisfaction

But instead of getting what he wants he’ll be super stubborn and just sit there

You could’ve gotten what you wanted but its your fault that you decided to be a tease

So even if you apologize and start begging, he won’t give in

That’s a lie actually, if you keep begging then he’ll get impatient, stop holding himself back and give you what you want

Well not what you want but more whatever he wants to do to you

You just need to shut up and take what you get and stop being a greedy little whore (i’m sorry i went off)

Tease him and face the consequences my friend

Yedam (this is so vague lmao fuck me)

So you both are cuddling and you rub you ass into his nether regions (i’m sorry)

He doesn’t know if you did it on purpose but he definitely felt it

But since he’s unsure about if you were trying to initiate something, he doesn’t say a word and tries his best to control himself

However, since the action was intentional, you keep doing it

Kinda embarrassed, he grabs you hips and stops you

He doesn’t know how to tell you that he’s got a boner, even though he’s pretty sure you can feel it pressing into your ass

Eventually you have to turn around and face him, asking him if he wants you to take care of it

He’s so thankful for that…lmao

#tm.network #hoehousenet #wkcnet #treasure smut #treasure reactions #treasure scenarios #treasure imagines #treasure x reader #kpop smut #kpop

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insaneoldme · 3 years

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Can you rec buddie fics? Pretty please?

OMG it's my time to shine, bitches!!!

Sorry if I went a little nuts, but this fandom has some of the best writers I've ever seen. I have 186 Buddie fics bookmarked in my AO3,

I'll link here if you are interested in taking a look cause if I put them all here it would be too long. Also, I tried to show here some fics I very rarely see recced, and a little bit o the classics. This fandom has some very underrated authors, everyone in my bookmarks is worth taking a look really.

Please take a look at the warnings before reading, enjoy!!!

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies (Rated E )

Buck and Eddie had always been unconventional. Neither of them gave it much thought – they were just them. Buck and Eddie - partners, best friends, co-parents – just as entangled in each other’s lives as any actual couple in the 118.

Or, the story of how Buck and Eddie went about their relationship in entirely the wrong order.

My Heart's Been Borrowed by ElvenSorceress (Rated E)

aka the one where Taylor gives Buck his ultimate fantasy and uncovers far more than either of them expected, forcing him to confront his long held feelings for Eddie

Half Awake in Our Fake Empire by HMSLusitania (Rated E)

Buck 1.0 fathered a child and Buck 4.0 comes into custody.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) (Rated E)

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

Keep It On by R_E_R6 (Rated E)

When Eddie walks in on Buck, bent over in nothing but a hoodie, their plans for the night immediately change. Buck's outfit though? Well, Eddie requests that it stays the same...for reasons.

Heart of Flowers / Heart of Gold by ElvenSorceress (Rated T)

Buck nearly loses everything and Eddie has to follow his heart

hungry for your love by evcndiaz (Rated G)

prompt: "who’s gonna write a fanfic where chris is not cooperating with buck and eddie accidentally says “listen to your dad”?"

or; breadsticks are a metaphor for love and boning

keep your eyes on the road by iriswests (Rated M)

A glimpse into buck and eddie’s developing relationship, told through ten moments stopped at a traffic light

when things fall into place by woodchoc_magnum (Rated M)

In which Eddie asks Buck to move in with them during lockdown to help look after Christopher, which leads to certain unresolved feelings being resolved.

Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

Evan "Buck" Buckley has made a name for himself as the independent bad boy of archaeology. At least, until Professor Eddie Diaz shows up with his fedora and good looks and starts beating Buck to the punch more often than not.

Buck hates his stupid six-pack covered guts.

Except for how... he might not.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates (Rated E)

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out.

But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie.

Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back.

He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head.

ripples all the way down by iriswests (Rated M)

christopher partakes in some parent trapping

dream of some epiphany by extasiswings (Rated M)

Evan Buckley is lost.

It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door.

Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name.

Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania (Rated T)

Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

Leading with the Left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico."

And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?"

In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

fireflies where my caution should be by littlesnowpea (Rated M)

“You never talk about your parents,” Eddie says, which is not even remotely what Buck expects Eddie to say. He frowns, tilts his head, but it isn’t a question, as evidenced by Eddie charging on. “I never asked because I figured it was your business, but the look on your face any time they’re brought up tells me you don’t get along.”

Buck swallows hard, against a lump in his throat. His parents? Eddie’s right, he never talks about them, for good reason. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, not sure what he’s even going to say.

Eddie takes it as the answer Buck is trying to make it out to be. He squeezes Buck’s wrist again, takes a deep breath, like he’s on a call with someone who’s panicking. Buck finds his breathing slowing to match Eddie’s, and Eddie nods as Buck gets it under control.

“There are people on the porch,” Eddie says, voice even. “Saying they want to meet their grandchild.”

Asked, Offered, Given, (He's) Taken by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

People like to flirt with Buck on calls. It kind of makes Buck uncomfortable.

And that makes Eddie frustrated.

I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea.

Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right?

There's no way this could possibly go wrong.

Memorable by JessicaMDawn (Rated T)

Six times Buck got recognized by people he saved during the tsunami, and how his team realized he was a hero.

All Bets are Off by NobodyKnows_U (Not Rated)

Or, the five times the firefam realized Buck and Eddie were in love, and the one-time Eddie finally did something about it.

fire on fire by extasiswings (Rated T)

Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.

Better Together by Randomfandombloggs09 (Not Rated)

5 times Eddie sees Buck wearing his last name and 1 time its not just his

Daddy and Pops by EdithBlake (Rated M)

When Christopher calls Buck 'Pops' things get a bit confusing. Buck and Eddie have a talk with Christopher that ends up with both of them being even more confused by how right it sounds.

the meaning of the words you see by florenceandthemachine (Rated E)

unknown sender: Hi!

unknown sender: Just wanted to say thanks for letting me buy you a drink, and for your number. Sorry I had to run.

unknown sender: I’m Eddie by the way.

sent: hey um

sent: i don’t want 2 be this guy but

sent: i think u mayb put the wrong # in ur phone

the dream you wish will come true by woodchoc_magnum (Rated M)

In which Christopher Diaz cannot understand why his father would want to date his former teacher when Evan Buckley is right there.

vienna waits for you by mottainai (Not Rated)

Eddie doesn't deserve a soulmate.

Work Husband by hideeho (Rated T)

“What...what have you done with Buck?” Eddie is going to kill him for messing with his phone. No, that’s too extreme. He’s going to maim him. Just a little.

“Check under H,” Chim offers helpfully, shooting a look over to Hen with a smirk.

Why the hell would he be under—

Then he sees it.

Husband.

Bad Neighbors by firstdegreefangirl (Rated E)

Eddie's new neighbors are keeping him up all night. He calls on his best friend for a little taste of their own medicine.

Cross the Line by Sirencalls (Rated E)

Eddie laughs, short and quiet and almost to himself. “No. If you want to learn, then I’m gonna be the one to teach you.”

Buck is pretty sure his brain stops working. “What? Why?”

Eddie turns to look at him and steps closer, their chests only a few inches apart. “Because there are people out there who will take advantage of how naïve you are. They’ll hurt you, and I won’t.” Eddie’s eyes are so intense that Buck doesn’t have any choice but to believe him. “If you want someone to do this for you, to—to dominate you, it has to be me. I don’t trust anyone else to do it right.”

pretty in pink by dykeevans (Rated E)

Buck forgets that he and Eddie made plans to hang out until Eddie shows up and Buck's in the middle of laundry day.

His laundry day outfit consists of a small pink crop top and grey sweatpants.

Eddie loses his damn mind. Me too, though, me too.

the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies (Rated G)

“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him.

“That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him.

-or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

Something Old, Something New by dumbhuman (Rated E)

“Damn, I love weddings!” Buck’s face lit up as he closed the door.

If asked later, Eddie wouldn’t have been able to explain what came over him in that moment to make him ask the question. Or, at least, he wouldn’t have wanted to explain. The exhaustion was an easy excuse, but he knew deep down that it wasn’t a real one.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

one of the few things by thatnerdemryn (Rated G)

five times that Eddie tells someone else that Buck is Christopher's legal guardian plus one time he finally tells Buck.

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (Rated T)

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

things we shouldn't do by Ingu (Rated T)

“Why is everybody taking my relationship status so personally? Can’t I be fine with being single?” Buck said.

“Hey, you don’t have to say yes, be sad and alone if that’s what you want,” Josh replied. “But, I’m just saying. I’ve seen photos and this guy is volcanic levels of hot. Also, single dad, super cute kid. Saves lives for a living like you. I think you should give it a go.”

(the one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there)

Keeping It In The Family by Wolves_of_Innistrad (Rated T)

A young man shows up at the firehouse looking for Buck. Turns out Javier was a Bartender with Buck in Mexico. He’s back in LA, looking to reconnect and very flirty. Cue Eddie realizing Buck is not as straight as he thought.

kiss me (like your ex is in the room) by rebeccaofsbfarm (Rated E)

Eddie Diaz gets drunk and protective and signs up for a fake double date to get back at his friend's ex.

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania (Rated M)

An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is… missing presumed.

While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home

All my Buddie AO3 bookmarks

As I said this fandom has some very talented people, some of my favorite Authors's Tumblrs below, I recommend all the things they wrote and their blogs are very good.

@elvensorceress, @hmslusitania, @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, @extasiswings

For gifs:

@arrenemris, @skylessnights (very lovely AU gifsets)

@from-nova(good gifs & content)

For Podfics: @mistmarauder everything she ever read is amazing, her podfics are high quality and she has a very lovely voice and her presence calms me down lol I recommend it

I'm sorry there are a lot more people but I'm kinda in a rush haha most of the people I follow are amazing, but the ones I mentioned here are enough to get you started or entertained for a while.

Buddie fics are amazing, this pairing has spoiled me so much, everyone I met because of it is nice and so active and talented.

Sorry mutuals if I forgot someone!

I hope I helped Anon, have fun!

(Tell me if any link is wrong please, thanks)

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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years

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Guys My Age

Title and concept inspo: Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Soft Dom! Aizawa Shouta x Medium-sized Fem! Reader

Quirkless AU

***18+ Fic***

You must be at least 18 years old to participate in this reading. If you are under the age of 18 please step out of line and find another fic. Thank you and have a good day.

Warnings: Age gap, praise kink, DD/LG dynamic and terms, use of the words daddy and sir, light bondage, overstimulation, smut.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I KNOW, I know, I write a lot of Aizawa fics, and they’re all DD/LG stuff. I know, okay? It’s an obsession, I’m in love with this man. Anyway, another soft dom Aizawa, but reader isn’t very well-versed in intimacy. Also, reader is what some would call medium-sized. Not necessarily big, but definitely not small. This is for all my medium-sized girls, including myself. I was very self-indulgent with this one.

Part 2

Enjoy~

You’d always been told you were mature for your age. It wasn’t until recently you realized how true that statement might be. You’re currently 21. And very, very single. You’ve had a total of six different relationships, and all of them fell through for one very simple reason. The boys you dated were just that. Boys. They were extremely immature. Only ever wanting to ‘hang with the boys’ or stay at home. No effort was put into the relationship on their part after the first few weeks. You didn’t understand why these vastly different boys were all so adamant on staying inside.

You’d tried desperately to get them to go out on dates with you. You offered to pay, and drive, and literally anything else. But no, they were too busy playing video games or getting higher than the damn sky. Don’t even start thinking about sex. You hadn’t got any of that shit since your first ‘boyfriend’ at 17, who used you like a sex doll and broke it off once he found someone hotter and sexier and altogether better in his eyes. You were sick of it. So you did the last thing you’d ever want to do. You went on a blind date.

You’d stumbled on a website last week that allowed you to set up a blind date with a stranger. It seemed legit, and had background checks on all participants. It also allowed you to put in any preferences you had, and matched you with someone that had similar preferences and hobbies. The age range you put in? 30-35 years old. Because guys your age just didn’t cut it. You needed someone more mature, someone who could treat you like a woman, not some girl.

Today, almost a week after matching with someone, you were standing outside an italian restaurant. You didn’t know his face, just his name and age, and that he was a teacher. Aizawa Shouta, 31 years old. And he’d sent a single message when you matched.

Meet me at this location on Saturday. When you enter, I’ll be at the back corner table. Semi-formal. 8 pm, please don’t be late.

It was blunt and straightforward. You liked it. You just hoped he wasn’t quite this blunt in person. You’d put on a black knee-length cocktail dress with a halter top and a partially open back that fell to the small of your back. It accentuated your shoulders and the top half of your torso before fanning out at your waist, the silky material falling and swaying around you.

You slipped on simple white heels and silver jewelry, with a white clutch purse. You’d decided to pull your hair into a loose half-up half-down, a silver comb pinning your hair in place, minimal makeup and clear lip gloss. For the first time in a while you felt pretty. You knew you weren’t exactly small, but the way you were dressed gave you confidence.

You looked at your watch. 7:55 pm. You took a deep breath, straightened out your dress, and stepped into the restaurant. The host asked if you had a reservation, and you told him you were meeting someone who already arrived. He let you pass, and you walked back to the table Aizawa told you to meet at. He had his back to you as you approached, but you could see his broad shoulders and muscular frame easily.

He wore a white long-sleeve button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black vest fitted to his form. His slacks were also fitted, showing off his muscular thighs. His long raven hair was pulled in a half-up half-down similar to yours. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and he looked delicious.

Your heels clacked on the wood flooring, and as you neared the booth he turned to look at you. You stopped next to the table and got a good look at the stranger. He was beautiful. His dark bloodshot eyes looked tired, the bags underneath giving him away and only adding to his appeal, and a scar curved under his right eye. A sharp jawline, with a tamed scruff, and thin lips in a neutral expression. You were about to introduce yourself, but he stood from the booth and held his hand out, palm up. “You must be (y/l/n) (y/n).” You smiled at the gesture, and placed your hand in his. “That’s me. And you are Aizawa Shouta. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He pulled your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles, before leading you to your seat.

As he sat down, you noticed a bottle of wine sitting in the center of the table in a bucket of ice, and two glasses of wine halfway full. One sat in front of you, and the other in front of Aizawa. He began the conversation with a rather specific question. “So, (y/l/n), why are you on a dating website looking for men that are so much older than you?” Normally you’d take offense to a question like that, but the way he said it was pure curiosity. So, you answered. “If I’m being honest, it’s actually pretty simple. Guys my age just don’t know how to treat me.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, a barely noticeable smirk tugging at his lips. “And how do you want to be treated?” You smiled a little at the implications behind the question, and answered. “I don’t want to be stuck in my room while my ‘boyfriend’ plays video games and smokes weed. I don’t want to be ‘one of the boys’, and I don’t want to have to plead and beg to go on a date or spend time with him. I want to be treated like a woman, not a girl. And I want to spend my time with a man, not waste it on a boy.”

At that, Aizawa smirked and sipped at his wine. You both took a quick look at the menu and ordered when the waiter came. As you ate, you talked about random subjects and hit it off quite well. The date went by quickly, and at the end of the night you’d exchanged numbers. “I look forward to another date with you, Ms. (y/l/n).” “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Aizawa.”

When you got back home, you undressed and cleaned your face and got into bed. As you lay there, your mind drifted back to the date, and how undeniably handsome Aizawa is. The way he spoke to you like you were his equal, and looking at you like an ancient treasure. He was everything you wanted, without even considering anything sexual. Little did you know he felt much the same way.

____

When the date ended he texted Hizashi to let him know he was free. Hizashi, of course, called him immediately, and began drilling him about the date. “How’d it go Sho? Was it a rando with a thing for older guys? Did she want a sugar daddy?” Shouta rolled his eyes. “No, Zashi, she wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy. She was...actually really mature for a 21 year old. She knows what she wants. I admire that a little. And I won’t lie, she’s quite beautiful. Not the generic, model, beauty-pageant, barbie doll pretty. It’s a natural glow she has. It’s...quite mesmerizing...”

Hizashi exploded on the other side, laughing at the new infatuation his friend had for a blind date. “I hope she’s your type, Sho. I mean physically. I know how much you like them with a little meat on their bones.” Aizawa groaned at his comment. He knew he was just teasing, but that his blonde friend was 100% right. He knew he had a type, and he’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t looked at your full figure quite frequently.

He’d taken in your dress, how it showed off your shoulders and back. As you climbed into your car and took off your heels, he trailed his eyes up your legs, getting a small glimpse at your thick thighs. When you sat up behind the wheel, he revelled in the small rolls showing through your dress, wanting nothing more than to squeeze them and kiss them and bite them...

He shook away the thoughts that were threatening to take over his mind. “Shut it Hizashi. Her body is none of my concern, and is most definitely none of yours. I enjoyed the date and that’s what matters.” The loud blonde gasped dramatically, “Oh my god she totally is! Damn you go get some Sho!” Aizawa just ended the call.

The next date was planned once again by Aizawa, and it was only a week after the first. It was a simple coffee date at a small cafe. You talked casually about the things you enjoyed doing. You convinced him to let you take care of the next date, which you decided would be a relaxed ramen date. You’d gotten comfortable around each other, and after about six more dates, he invited you over to his place for dinner. Of course, you accepted.

He’d sent you the address and apartment number, and you stood outside his door in dark jeans, black flats, and a beige sweater with a white tank top underneath. You knocked on the door, and when it opened he greeted you with a peck on the cheek. It had become a normal greeting, since you’d gotten so close, though the gesture always made you a little shy. He told you to get comfortable as he finished up dinner, and you sat at the kitchen table and admired him as he worked in the kitchen. He wore fitted blue denim jeans, and a black cotton t-shirt, his hair pulled up in a bun.

No matter how many times you looked at him, he was always just as shockingly handsome as the first time you saw him. His t-shirt left his toned arms exposed, and it was fitted to his torso, showing off his muscular frame. Your eyes traced the outline of his muscles from his shoulder, down his arm, drifting to his hips and up his back. You didn’t notice him glance back and smirk at you. “Like what you see kitty cat?” Heat rushed to your face at the realization that you’d been staring, and the fact that he’d noticed. And that name… “K-kitty?” you barely whispered, before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

You didn’t think he heard the first part. You were wrong. “It’s alright. And yes, kitty. Don’t like the pet name?” Your face burned at the tone of his voice. “N-no, the name’s fine, you just...caught me off guard.” He chuckled. “I should do it more often. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did. You tilted your head down and away from him and bit your lip, letting your hair fall to hide your face. You’d never gotten this kind of attention before, and you had no idea how to handle it.

You were too busy trying to calm your breathing to hear him approach you. The proximity and demanding tone of his voice made you jump a little. “Look at me, kitten.” You swallowed and took a breath before turning your head to him, and he hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head so you were forced to sit up taller. He moved even closer, your shoulder brushing against his abdomen, and you nearly had to look straight up to look in his eyes.

Your eyes began to drift away from his, and he jerked your chin up higher, silently commanding you not to look away. You brought your eyes back to his and held his gaze, and after a few moments he smirked. The hand under your chin moved to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Good girl.”

He quickly dropped his hand and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. It took you a few seconds to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You panted a little, trying to calm yourself from what just happened, and clasped your shaking hands together. But they weren’t shaking from fear. In fact, you couldn’t quite tell why you were so shaky and out of breath. And the praise from him sent a shiver down your spine.

He managed to distract you while you ate, and you had completely recovered from whatever that was earlier. After dinner you moved into the living room and relaxed on the couch while you talked some more. Soon he’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, still talking and listening, but clearly relaxed. Once again you found yourself distracted by his body, following the muscles in his neck down to his toned chest and abdomen. And again, he noticed. “I can feel your eyes on me, kitten.” His voice was low, a rumble of smooth baritone. You found yourself turning away to hide your face again, and the command in his voice controlled you with ease.

“Don’t look away from me, kitten.” You turned back to him, and when your eyes met his, you looked away, and he let out a low growl and your eyes snapped back to him. He adjusted and sat up, your eyes still fixed on each other. He pat his leg, “Come here kitty.” You blinked at him, not quite prepared for such a demand. His eyes darkened a little and his voice dropped to a growl, “I won’t ask twice.”

At that you got up and went to sit on one of his legs, but he pulled his knees together and shook his head. So you climbed over and straddled his legs on your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you so you were fully sitting on his lap, your core dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Your eyes were still locked on his as he leaned close to you, his hands rubbing circles into your hips. He leaned past your face and whispered into your ear. “Can I touch you kitty?” You took a shaky breath and nodded. He laid a light spank on your ass and you jumped. “Use your words kitty cat.” “Y-yes, you can t-touch me.” He laid a kiss on your neck and whispered ‘good girl’ before moving his hands under your sweater and tank top. He ran his hands up and down your back, and he gripped the fatty flesh of your stomach and hips, kneading it in his palms gently as he worked his way up your body, leaving feather light kisses along your neck and jaw.

The intimacy had you quivering, and the way he nearly worshipped your body had your breaths coming out shaky and heavy. Shouta caught on quickly. “Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t done anything in a while?” he said in your ear. You started to nod, but quickly caught yourself, “Y-yes.” He stilled his movements and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me what you did before this.” You took a breath and explained the situation as simply and quickly as possible.

His arms tensed, clearly upset that you’d been used like that. But he didn’t pry into that right now. “So you haven’t explored anything? Like any preferences you might have?” You shook your head quickly, “N-no...why?” He chuckled. “Well, kitty, you’re quite submissive. If you’d let me, I can help you explore this side of you.” You swallowed and nodded. “Y-yeah, I think I’d like that.” He hummed into your neck, “We can start tonight, but only if you’re comfortable and you want to.” You took a few moments to think about your answer. This man had been nothing but good to you. He treated you with more respect than all the boys you dated had combined. And you trusted him. “I...I’m comfortable starting tonight.”

“Alright kitty. Now, listen to me closely, because this is important, okay?” “Okay, I’m listening.” “Good. Since this is new to you, we need to establish a safeword. Is ‘roses’ alright?” You nod. “Okay. Now if anything ever gets too much for you, if you feel uncomfortable for any reason, if you need to stop for any reason, or if there’s a medical emergency, you need to use it. And that goes for me too. If I don’t like where things are going, I’ll use it. Once we use the safeword, everything will stop right there, no questions asked. Understand?”

“I understand.” “Okay. Can I trust you to use it if you feel the need to?” You nod, “Yes. I’ll use it if I need to.” He kisses your neck, “Good girl.” The praise makes you shudder, and you feel him smile into your neck. “Now, kitty, I want you to address me as either ‘Daddy’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’ when we’re like this, do you understand?” “Yes.” He spanks you a little harder. “Yes what?” You jump at the contact “Y-yes Sir.” Another kiss on your neck, “Good girl.” He leans back and taps your arms, “Up.” You lift your arms and he pulls off your sweater and tank top at the same time.

His hands come back down on your shoulders, and he runs his hands down your chest and stomach, taking the time to remove your bra and knead your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and stands up, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. He puts you down on the bed on your back and takes a rope out of the bedside table. You let him take your hands and tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard. It’s not uncomfortably tight, but a few experimental tugs tell you it’s solid and you won’t be getting out of it unless he unties you.

He trails kisses down your body, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them as he goes. Once your jeans are off, he loops his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them off. After that, he leans back and just rakes his eyes up and down your body, eating up every inch of your skin. “You’re such a pretty kitty.” His words have you shuddering and blushing. You’d never been called pretty before, and you knew why. You were a little bigger than other girls. You weren’t necessarily insecure about it. You didn’t care all that much about how people saw you with just your looks alone. But you knew Shouta was admiring your body after knowing who you are as a person, and it made you a little giddy.

His mouth and hands were all over you, squeezing and groping, sucking bruises onto your skin. His touches were sending waves of heat through your body, and pooling between your legs. You desperately wanted him to touch you there, and you whined and rolled your hips up into the air. “Such a needy kitty. Be patient. I’m not done here yet.” He rolled a nipple in between his index and thumb, pulling the other into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. You mewled at the sensation, and he switched his mouth over to the other side.

Your legs were rubbing together, begging for friction, and he finally moved down to your dripping core. He took a finger and slipped it over your folds. He groaned as his finger collected your slick, “You’re so wet kitty. Are you this wet for me?” You nodded your head frantically, and he laid a light smack on your pussy. You let out a soft whimper, “Yes Sir, it’s for you,” you answered quickly. He hummed, “Good girl. I didn’t even need to remind you to use your words.” He kissed the inside of your thigh, and moved to lick a stripe up your folds. You gasped at the new feeling, never having anyone’s mouth down there before.

He slipped the pink muscle into you easily, groaning when he tasted you. The sound sent vibrations through your dripping cunt, making you squirm at the pleasure. He looped his arms around your legs, dipping his fingers into your core and using the slick to rub tight circles onto your clit. An unfamiliar sensation built in the pit of your stomach, your muscles tightening in your abdomen as it got stronger. You knit your eyebrows together, and in between heavy breaths you gasped out, “S-sir...it feels strange.” He raised his eyebrows at the statement, and increased his pace until that coil inside you snapped, which didn’t take very long.

Your back arched off the bed as you let out a loud, sharp moan, your legs shaking from the intensity of your first orgasm. Aizawa kept lapping at your pussy, letting you ride out your high, and once you were relaxed and panting on the bed, he lifted his head and wiped his chin. “Kitty, have you never cum before?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You shake your head, “No S-sir...Is that what just happened?” He chuckled, but didn’t answer the question, “You’re going to have fun tonight kitty.” You didn’t have time to question what he meant, though, because he slipped a thick finger into your core, and you mewled as your walls clenched down on him.

The game he played went on for what felt like hours, and you lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. He’d fucked you and cum multiple times himself. You’d already squirted several times, and tears were streaming down your face from the overstimulation. It felt so good, but it was starting to melt your brain and the title of ‘Sir’ drifted to ‘Daddy’ as it went on. All the muscles in your body were burning from flexing so hard, and your wrists were feeling raw from how hard you’d been tugging at your restraints. It felt so, so good...but it was too much. He leaned down close to your face and kissed at the tears, “You’re doing so well babygirl. You got one more for me?”

You giggled lightly at the praise, your mind fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts as he thrust his hips into you. He stilled his movements and caressed your jaw. “How are you feeling, kitten?” Your eyes looked up into his, struggling to stay open. You giggled a little as you answered. “It’s… I f-feel…” You knit your eyebrows together in concentration, searching your brain. “R-roses?”

Everything stopped, and he instantly reached up and tugged off your restraints, and pulled your exhausted body close to his chest. Your breathing got heavier, and your chest got tight, and fresh tears fell down your cheeks. He held you tight, kissing your tears and petting your hair as your cries died down. He held you like that until your breathing was normal again. You slowly opened your eyes, weakly calling out to him, “Daddy?” He kissed your forehead, “I’m right here kitten. Tell me what you need.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and mumbled, “Water. Can I have water?” He wrapped you in a soft blanket and stood up, carrying you with him. “Anything for my kitten.”

He set you on the counter and made a glass of iced water, holding it up to your lips. As you sipped, he rubbed your back and kissed your forehead and neck, and he didn’t stop or move until you had drained the cup. He left it in the sink and picked you up again, taking you to the bathroom and filling the tub with warm water. He turned off the tap, took off your blanket, and carried you into the tub. He washed the both of you, massaging your scalp, and you let out a sound like a pur, which he smiled at.

When he was done, he stood you up and wrapped you in a fluffy towel, dried himself with one, and carried you back to bed. You curled into him, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Are you okay (y/n)?” You nodded into his chest, “Yeah, I’m okay. It was just intense.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Thank you for using the safeword. You did so well for me kitten, trusting me like that.” You nuzzled into his chest some more, relishing in the heat his body gave.

You loved the praise he gave you. It made you feel warm and fuzzy in your belly, and it felt so good. Soon you were drifting into a deep sleep, comfortable in Shouta’s arms. This was nice. You’d be happy to let him guide you, let him take care of you like this. One thought drifted through your head as you drifted.

‘Guys my age could never.’

#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shouta x fem reader #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x fem reader #aizawa shouta smut #shouta aizawa smut #aizawa shouta bnha #aizawa shouta mha #shouta aizawa bnha #shouta aizawa mha #dom aizawa

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fbfh · 3 years

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light up the dark [VI] - leo x reader

genre: mid adventure domestic fluff overture, romance, smutty lemony bit towards the end

word count: 3k

pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

requested: very much so, yes

warnings: magic manipulation powers, feelings are hard and weird and scary, some innuendos, the phrase hot gusher out of context, the word dirty talk, trying to "proposition [someone] in front of two for one cookie crisp", brief credit card theft, jason thinks ketchup is spicy and gets clowned on for it, one use of the word lube in reference to mechanical lubricant, shirtless leo remember that one piece of shirtless leo viria art?????? remember the caption?????, your facade is beginning to crack, deadpan joke about being dead in space, making out, whole lotta sexual tension, brief mention of a boner, teeny tiny bit of grinding, getting interrupted, c*lypso

summary: after an extensive shopping trip, you, Leo, and Jason settle into your airbnb and wait for the others to arrive. Jason takes a nap, and Leo helps you dye your hair. You return the favor by helping him make dinner which leads to two things; a well timed boner, and a poorly timed visitor.

listen to: power and control - marina, 100 bad days - ajr, all I ask - adele

a/n: let's play spot the zack and cody reference within the first paragraph

also surprise the series isn't dead!! a shock to all but mostly me!!

as with all smexy smutty nsfw content, all characters are aged up to 18+

Standing in front of a wall of hair dye taller than you are should have been exciting. It would have been, except for the fact that all the colors were various shades of honey mist auburn. You really don’t want to have to make a separate trip to a beauty store for hair dye. Your eyes land on a firetruck red box, and gratefully, you realize you won’t have to.

“Perfect,” you muse, throwing it into your cart, along with the other stuff on the list you’d divided between you. You grab a few other things from the beauty section while you’re there; some makeup, eyeliner, a glass nail file, and a tiny pair of oil slick cuticle scissors.

Nearby is a guy a little older than you in a varsity hoodie and sweatpants squinting at a two in one shampoo label.

Perfect, you think, beginning to approach. You work your magic - literally - and within a few minutes you have his credit card. It takes way less time than it used to. You also didn’t have to smile and flirt nearly as much as you used to. You’re relieved that you don’t have to fake enthusiasm around rich douchebags the way you used to, and a new inky drop of fear begins to stain the corners of your mind. You can’t even bear to admit it to yourself, but you’re kind of scared. Before you can begin to question if you know what love is and if you’re capable of experiencing it without the influence of your divine heritage, you shove it all away. Not the place, not the time. You speed up a little, passing an endcap of candy, and knock a box into your cart.

On the other side of the store, Jason checks off items from their half of the list as Leo tosses items in the cart, talking along the way. Of course, you came up in conversation rather quickly.

“She’s… a real piece of work.” Jason says, treading lightly.

“You said it, man,” Leo agrees, sliding a pack of coke onto the bottom of the cart. Jason thinks for a moment before continuing.

“She seems to,” he tries to figure out how to phrase their dynamic, “not hate you as much as everyone else.” Leo laughs at the accuracy of the statement. He can tell Jason has something else to say, so he’s quiet while putting paper plates and napkins into the cart.

“Hey, Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“Just… don’t let her hurt you, okay?”

He stops for a second. He’s so lucky to have a friend like Jason, one that will genuinely look out for him, but sometimes people caring for him still catches him off guard. Really off guard. With no idea how to begin to verbalize that complicated mess, he takes a split second to collect himself.

“Thanks, man.”

His smile is sincere.

Don’t let her hurt you. Can he just do that? Not let someone hurt him? Especially someone like you. He’s only had a few long term crushes before, all just out of reach and only getting further away. Only one had amounted to something - not that he could call what he had with Calypso ‘something’. She certainly wouldn’t. He looks around, trying to shake off the sting. He starts to get that unsettled, itchy feeling when he focuses on stuff like that for too long.

‘At least I got some good stories out of it,’ he thinks, messing with the back of his hair and fixing his hoodie strings.

“Here.”

He turns around, coming face to face with you, holding out a box very close to him.

“Hot gusher.” You say softly. What? His cheeks heat up, pulse speeding up suddenly. He glances at Jason, who’s at the other end of the aisle asking an employee something. Are you implying something? Are you trying to proposition him in front of two for one cookie crisp? He’s unable to look away from your gaze, intense and striking. You couldn’t possibly mean what he thinks you mean. Your fingers brush and he’s struggling to find an elegant way to say ‘hey, maybe the grocery store isn’t an ideal place for dirty talk’.

“W- uh, sorry, what?” he says, laughing in an equally hushed tone, needing to make sure you meant what he thought you did. You glance down, then back up.

“They’re spicy gushers. I thought you’d like them.” the feeling is gone in a split second, the same time it took to arrive, and is replaced with relief. He looks down at the box, realizing he’d taken it from you at some point. He laughs at the ridiculousness of his previous panic.

“Thanks,” he says, a reflective smile on his face.

You realize how comforted you are to see him smile, really smile, when you catch yourself having to keep a neutral face. One of the first times your resting bitch face has been intentional. Before you can say you’re welcome, Jason comes back over. You hand him the card.

“Pin number’s 0401.”

They both stare at you, skimming the label of a granola bar, completely unperturbed.

“How…”

“Credit card theft.”

The logical part of Leo’s brain starts to speak up, telling him to raise his guard, that his stomach should be twisting. If you can just take someone’s credit card without a hint of remorse, who knows what the hell kind of damage you could do to him if he got closer to you? And he really wants to get closer to you.

“Oh,” you pull a small pop top tube out of your cart and hand it to Leo, “this is for you too. You know, since you don’t like coffee,” you trail off as he reads the label. Caffeine and electrolyte drink tablets, red berry rampage flavor. He looks up at you, feeling warm and… something else, something ineffable, at the gesture.

You stare at each other, eyes locked, surprised at the strangely intimate feeling stirring in both of you.

“What are those?” Jason asks, snapping you out of whatever that was.

“Spicy gushers,” Leo says, smiling again, “I didn’t even know they made those.”

“Hot mango,” Jason reads from the side of the box, “that actually sounds pretty good.”

“No way dude, you can’t handle spicy food.” He starts to protest, and Leo continues, “You think ketchup is spicy!” He looks shocked.

“Okay, that was one time! It was a weird brand and there was way too much pepper in it!”

You bite back a giggle at their bickering, taking note of how much better Leo seems to be doing and finding surprising comfort in their banter.

It doesn’t take long to get to the airbnb and get set up. You all dump your bags in your rooms, bring in the groceries, and shove everything into the cabinets in a reasonably organized manner.

Jason heads upstairs to unpack and call Piper, announcing a few minutes later that they should be here in less than two hours.

“Perfect,” you pull out your hair dye from the last bag. It’s not exactly the manic panic wildfire red you’d initially wanted, but it’s definitely better than nothing. You stare at the box for a second, then up at Leo who’s trying to get one more bag of chips to fit in with the others.

“Hey,” you say, just loud enough to get his attention, “do you… can you get the back of my head?” He looks at you, questioning, and you hold up the box dye. He smiles, once again noting your softened edges around him.

“Yeah,” he agrees, and minutes later you’re in the bathroom, adorned in a big tee shirt covered in all your previous hair colors. He’s staring at your shirt, eyes dancing over the swirls and splatters of color. It reminds him of a painting he’d seen once, unable to remember the name.

You shake the bottle, skimming the instructions again, then start speaking to him, eyes still on the box.

“Take a section of hair, about this much,” you demonstrate, holding out a section of hair, “rub in the dye like this…”

You hand him the second bottle of red dye, and he starts on the back. His fingertips start separating out a section of your hair, and you still, a shiver running up your spine. He hesitates for a moment, then continues, and you hope he hadn’t noticed. His breath fans your ear, and you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. Your lungs are shallow suddenly, squeezed tight like a bouquet clutched in a shaking hand. You find it almost impossible to focus on dying the front half of your hair.

You don’t want it to stop, you realize. His fingertips dancing along your hair, the glimpses of his incredibly focused face in the bathroom mirror, the way he’ll gently turn your head to make sure he didn’t miss a spot.

“Shit,” he leans back, hunching forward. You look behind you, eyes landing immediately on the spot of red dye on his shirt.

“Shit,” you echo. He looks back at you, waiting to see how he’ll react.

“Oh, it’s all good - no worries. I already have a ton of motor oil and lube - lubricant… machine grade, petroleum based engine lubricant-” he laughs, “stains on this shirt anyway. Don’t sweat it.”

You almost laugh. A giggle bubbles up from your chest and stomach, but catches in your throat. Before it can come out, he slips off his dye stained gloves, and tugs off his dye stained shirt from the back. It seems to happen in slow motion. In a mere moment, your eyes engraving every detail, every line and curve and freckle to memory.

There’s really no delicate way to put it; he’s fucking jacked. Deceptively so. You’re frozen in place, cheeks flushed. You suddenly wonder what it would be like to be wrapped up in his arms, held so close to him.

You snap yourself out of the thought, all of that occurring in just a few seconds. He leans past you, setting the dye stained shirt carefully on the counter, glancing at you intensely.

“Are you checking me out?”

You make yourself roll your eyes and turn away, replying, “I’m sure you’d love that.”

Angled away from him, you momentarily reprimand yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and mouthing oh my god. You turn back to him, not recalling the last time you had to deliberately keep up your aloof front around someone like this.

“So, are we finishing my hair or just gonna leave it like this?” you ask rhetorically, motioning to your half done hair.

He watches you do this, confirming his suspicion that you’re really not as cold as you let on. A smile blooms on his face, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything as… cute as that.

“Yeah,” he replies, slipping his gloves back on. The things you do around him seem to mean more now. He notices the way your eyes flutter closed for a moment when he plays with your hair, working in the dye, or the way you still for a split second when he gets a little too close to the side of your face, checking that he didn’t miss a spot.

He doesn’t want this to end either. But eventually, your hair is fully saturated with dye, the timer on your phone counting down slowly. There’s still some dye left. He sits on the closed toilet.

“Your turn. Do me.”

“What?” you laugh.

“Yeah, a little streak - up here.” He leans forward, sectioning off a part of his hair.

“Seriously?” you ask.

“Yeah. Unless you don’t want to match…” he muses. Your eyes get this dreamy look for the briefest second, then you’re turning back to shake the bottle some more.

“I guess… I mean there’s too much dye to throw out, we might as well do something with it.”

It’s his turn, now, to feel the warmth from your body, your hands running through his hair. His eyes want to close, and bask in the feeling, but he refuses to miss out on the view of you so soft, so close to him. It doesn’t last nearly long enough for either of you, and much too soon you’re pulling away and throwing away the gloves and empty bottles.

By the time you finish cleaning up and throw out the garbage, it’s time to rinse your hair. Hanging your head over the tub, you let the water flow over your head until Leo tells you it’s running clear. He does the same, and you point out too late that he only had to rinse the dyed part, not his whole head.

You both laugh as you wrap a towel around your hair, teaching him how to do the same.

“Sweet, I’ve always wondered how to do the spa snail towel thing.”

“The spa snail towel thing?” You try in vain to fight another laugh.

“Yeah, you know… cause it looks like a snail, and they do it at spas…”

“Oh… my gods…” you laugh, exiting the bathroom and heading down the hall, “I”m going to get changed.” you call.

“Am I wrong?” he asks after you, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He heads to his room to do the same.

A few minutes later, you’re carefully pulling on your top, when he calls through your door.

“Hey, I’m gonna be in the kitchen, come down when you’re ready.”

“...Okay,” you agree.

You check your outfit in the mirror. You can still feel his fingers brushing your neck. Your head tilts at the memory. Snapshots of him pulling off his shirt in slow motion flash in your memory.

You realize how much of an affect the last hour has had on you. Your stomach drops.

You can’t possibly be falling in love. No way. Not a snowball’s chance in hell.

You’re not the falling in love type. At most, you’d hook up with someone a couple times on the rare occasion you thought they were hot, too.

Oh, you decide, that must be what’s happening. I just think he’s hot. I mean, duh. Of course he’s hot. Did you see him in there?

That’s all you have to do; hook up with him once, maybe twice, then you’ll get over it. It’ll make his ex jealous, and they’ll get back together. It will go just like it always has. Then you can move on to whatever the next crisis is.

You take a breath, resolving to follow the plan, exit your room. You throw yours and Leo’s old clothes and towels in the hamper, and head down stairs. He greets you, and pulls you into the kitchen.

“I have something to ask you.” Your brow furrows.

“...Okay.”

He takes your hand in his, the other behind his back.

“Will you…” he looks at you, gaze piercing, “...be my sous-chef.” he finishes, holding out an apron, matching his.

You study him, a hopeful, surprisingly confident look on his face. His hair is still damp. You’re sure yours is, too. You wait a beat, before replying slowly.

“Yes. But I’m not wearing that.”

“That’s fair,” he says, setting the apron on the counter, “I will have to dock your pay for being out of uniform, though.” You let out a puff of air from your nose, biting back a laugh. He pulls out a skillet, bowl, and oil, and begins preheating the pan. You watch him pull out more ingredients, and begin to set things up.

“Right now we’re waiting on that,” he says nodding at the stove. You nod, inspecting a bottle of seasoning he’d pulled out, and settle into a comfortable silence.

He thinks back to the last time you had time like this - playing twenty questions at your apartment. A pit forms in his stomach as he remembers the conversation veering to Calypso, as it always seemed to. He shoves it away. Not this time. He steadies his nerves. “So, you want to play twenty questions?”

You agree, coming closer to him.

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”

Your eyes flick over to the clock. You have a solid hour, hour and a half before the others are supposed to get here. You stare at him, brushing hair out of his face.

“I’d be dead in the endless void of deep space.”

He cracks a smile at how on brand that response was. Your fingertips trail down to his neck, rethen shoulder. The smile doesn’t leave his face, not completely. Your heart beats loudly in anticipation.

“My turn. Do you want to make out?”

His head snaps up, eyes locked with yours, trying to tell if you’re serious or if this is another example of your distinct sense of humor. But he can tell it’s not - there’s something a little too close to the surface in your eyes.

“Yeah. Yes, totally-”

You grab his collar, pulling him in for a kiss, and leaning back against the empty counter.

His lips are soft and warm, moving gracefully with yours. You barely register that the first kiss ends before you dive back in. You angle your head, deepening the kiss. He plants one hand on the counter, the other making its way to the small of your back. You flick your tongue past his lips, and his grip on your waist tightens. You clutch his collar tighter, other hand moving through his hair, still damp at the ends.

You can tell he’s enjoying what you do by the way his mouth quirks up ever so slightly at the corners, and by the way he starts to harden beneath you. You roll your hips into his, and he falters, sighing, breath fanning your lips. Not quite a moan, but you’re getting there.

The front door opens before you can.

Leo pulls away reluctantly, very reluctantly, and turns off the stove.

“That was fast,” he says, panting slightly and still very flushed. They’re not supposed to be here for a while, still.

A tall girl enters the kitchen, dark strawberry blonde hair pulled over her shoulder. She looks between you and Leo with a sour expression on her face.

“Calypso,” Leo says.

"...Hi."

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toukenramblings · 3 years

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NSFW Headcanons: Izuminokami Kanesada, Horikawa Kunihiro,Nagsone Kotetsu

Give me an instance to talk about the Sin-sengumi, I will take it. The Sin-sengumi shall soon become gospel, just y’all wait. It’s catching on. I also don’t give Naga enough love so here I am.

Warnings: S I N. I’m projecting

Izuminokami Kanesada

I would like to clear this up before we continue, this man is a brat and he knows it. Bottom, top, Izumin don’t care. He can and will tease you however the hell he wants. Maybe he’ll hide something under his clothing for you, but it’s easy to tell with his red face and overly trying to make you look at him and notice him, damn it! Look at what he did for you! Be proud of him! Get horny for him!

He is a horny lil shit when he is in the mood and you can tell, he’ll want to always be close to you, hugging you to his form, glaring at others, kisses pressed to your open skin, if he’s feeling naughty, sucking on your fingers. Sure in public he’ll control himself (MAYBE) but wait until you two are alone.

Izumi gets off on praise and that is a fACT. Call him a good boy as he plows into you or services you with his mouth, his moans during these times will be oh so heavenly, vibrations jolting up and down your spine as he does so. Tug on his hair during sex too, it gets him going.

Izumi is loud, gag him, gag him for me. He’ll look so pretty when he’s gagged, trust me. Do it with your underpants if you must, he’ll look so beautiful, flushed and screaming into the object, desperate for you to touch him.

Yes he gets off to your scent, don’t be surprised if you find him touching himself with an article of clothing against his nose when he misses you, hand furiously stroking himself, wishing that it was your hand or your mouth instead.

Izumi is a bottom-leaning switch, he wants to be taken cared of but that doesn’t mean he won’t hesitate to top you anytime soon. Push his buttons enough and he will. He’ll mark you, mark him in return. He’ll flush as he tries to hide the love bites you give him. But is more than proud when he can see the bites he has given you.

The times when Izumi tops are...whoo baby. He’ll spill nothing but filthy praise from his lips about how your mouth feels on him, how good his cock feels whenever you do something to him. He’s highkey possessive as hell, so catch him calling you ‘mine’. “This is mine, right, master? You know I’m the only one that can make you feel good like this~”

Izumi is fucking greedy as hell whenever you decide to wear something underneath your clothing for him. A glimpse of it and he has a heart attack, Izumi.exe cannot work. Please come back later. He might straight up run away before coming back two seconds later to try and drag you into a secluded corner of the citadel to rip those damn clothes off of you and how dare you wear such a thing that’s only for his eyes.

Yes he isn’t afraid to publicly tease you or being caught having sex. Sure he’ll scream and be super duper embarrassed about it for a while but he’ll be fiiiine. It’s not gonna stop him from dragging you into your office and closing the door and curtains to fuck you on top of your desk anyway.

Izumi has a pretty decent sex drive, which tends to come and go but he’s honestly always ready to fuck you at any given point. Just give him a good reason to. He’ll flush and be flustered, stutter over his words and may downright pass the fuck out but he won’t hesitate to tease you right back with some naughty words.

Izumi loves it when you are on top of him, taking your pleasure from him as you see fit - he also secretly loves it when he’s being tied down when you do this. He loves seeing your face as it contorts in pleasure, and his mouth having an easy reach to your chest and nipples.

Damn it put his mouth to WORK. Shut him up with your nether regions, make him service you. Izumi adores being between your legs and watching every movement, every gasp and moan you make. He wants to drink up your moans like water if he could.

There are times when Izumi denies how horny he is, especially when you can see it in his body language, the way his oceanic blues ghost over your skin, how he bites down on his lower lip when his eyes glaze over your chest and ass - keep pushing his buttons, if he’s in denial that normally means he wants to be topped. He’s also very very much into overstim.

Loves it when you are wearing nothing but his haori, you cannot tell how many times you two fucked on top of that thing to the point it permanently has your scent on it.

Aftercare is rather quick. Clean you up to the bare minimum than pass the fuck out and cuddle. He has to cuddle you! No arguments here!

Horikawa Kunihiro

Hori Hori may have a pretty low sex drive, but he is a little shit about it when he wants to. You can tell when he’s in the mood, he isn’t as showy as Kane-san but it’s much more subtle. Soft whispers when you two are alone, his cheeks lightly flushed at the naughty thoughts in his head. “I want to give you my love tonight, master. Will you let me taste you until you cannot remember anything else but me?”

Hori doesn’t pleasure himself often whenever he misses you, as said before, pretty low sex drive. That doesn’t mean he won’t do such a thing though, it’s quick and seamless, almost preparing himself for the night to come. Of course he knows to control himself but sometimes he can’t help it!

Hori’s favorite position is him between your legs, servicing you until you are screaming his name, where he can watch you with hooded eyes, forcing your legs apart for better access. He lives to pleasure you, to see you cum at least six times more than he does.

Hori is also a service top, treating you as glass whenever he is on top. Soft kisses to your thighs, peppering kisses to your chest and marking them as his. That being said, he doesn’t mind being on the bottom. He has a habit of covering his mouth whenever you pleasure him in turn though, tIE HIM DOWN. His moans are beautiful, don’t hide them.

Speaking of tying, yes he will use the red ribbon on his uniform to tie your hands together. Don’t you fucking dare hide your screams and moans from him. Hori will not hesitate to gag you if needed, but would rather not. Would have you choke on his fingers if he must. Yes you can suck on his fingers, it’s great as hell and it gets him going.

Will also love it when you wear nothing but his shirt or jacket. It’s also a surefire way to get him in the mood. He’ll flush, clear his throat, and almost try to adjust it to look more proper on you. “Did you miss me that much, love?” he would question before kissing you.

And then we get to marking. Hori is very easy to mark, his skin bruises pretty easily and he won’t hesitate to show off his marks with a sense of shy pride. He loves marking you up though! It brings him a sense of pride whenever you two are in public and he sees that you are also showing off the marks he gave you.

Oh Hori is very curious about toys, will dedicate an entire day of learning about the kinks and toys of the modern era. Consent is very important for him of course so he will always ask before doing anything naughty to you, unless you like the spontaneous stuff then he can do that! He caters his needs around yours as he is so giving after all.

Rarely does Horikawa get jelly at all, he trusts you! But he won’t lie that it makes his skin crawl when someone looks at you with interest in their eyes. Even Kane-san is not safe from Hori’s glares. Expect him to mark you up even more after this incident.

Hori is very versatile. Top? Bottom? Whatever! He’ll be oh so happy just to be connected with you like this! He doesn’t care what position he’s in as long as he can be with you!

Horikawa always wants to see your face whenever you two are fucking. So if you two are doing doggy style, expect some mirror sex with some dirty talk thrown in there. He loves seeing your expressions as you two fuck.

If Horikawa is ever bottoming for you, it’s beautiful. He becomes so needy, praising you no matter what positions you two are in, begging for more. He’ll always be touching you somehow, and giving up control is something he isn’t against. He’ll tug on your hair during these times, arching his back, so on and so forth.

100% is that one dude who wakes up their partner with oral sex, change my mind. It’s gentle and sweet, fingers toying with your nether regions and a smirk dancing on his lips. And then he’ll pull away, is a weeee bit into orgasm denial until one of y’all is a sobbing mess - prefers it if you orgasm deny him though. But is more so into overstim, he loves you so much after all! You need to be fucked properly!

Yes Hori will 100% steal your bank account to find you something cute to wear under your clothing. Will love it when you model for him too! Has an entire collection of tabs saved of things for you to wear.

Super prepared for aftercare. Sheets? Changed. Water? Ready! Cuddles? Mandatory.

Nagasone Kotetsu

His nipples and chest are his biggest weak points, tweak them, nip them, suck on them. Oh man Naga-san will be putty in your hands. He just has really nice man tits i want to suck on them. But Nagasone will do the same to you! He will lavish your upper body with nothing but marks and kisses, adoring the way you squirm in his arms. During sex, Nagasone’s mouth has to be on something. Be it sucking on your fingers, a gag, or something or other man. It’s good as hell.

He has more control over his sex drive than Izuminokami but his sex drive is a lil bit more higher than Horikawa’s. Right in the middle. He knows he can keep control of himself but then there’s moments when he goes feral, pinning you down to whatever surface you have, teeth digging into your skin, giving you all of the love he can ever give you and more. Nagasone loves you, he wants to show it to the world.

There is a sly smirk whenever someone notices the love bites he has, or he has given you. He may have a light pink flush that decorates his cheeks when someone teases him about it, but he is proud of the marks he bears whenever you mark him. Won’t hesitate to show them off to the world if he must. Hachisuka might tell him to cut it out but is that going to stop him? No.

Like Horikawa, Nagasone is a service top and gives more than he gets back. He may be a fake but Nagasone thinks that you are his sun, his stars, his moon, the one who loves him despite who the hell he is. He wants to show you how much you mean to him, so most of the time the sexy times between y’all is soft as shit. He worships your body oh so much.

Do the same to him! Like I said, his chest is his weakest point. Mark it up, lavish him with praise and affection. Nagasone will act like it doesn’t do anything to him, but the way his cock twitches with your words speaks volumes. “Don’t say such things, love, you never know what I could do to you next.” though Nagasone always makes sure to return the favor!

Nagasone is so into body worship it’s not even funny. He could spend the rest of his day in the temple that is your body, between your legs, marking your thighs up and just basking in your presence. He also loves it when you wear something of his. It smells like him and it’s warm and cozy but man does it get him going.

Like Horikawa, Nagasone will be rather curious about toys and lingerie. Yes he may have tabs open on your computer on things for you to wear, but it’s all leather and lace. A few toys here and there, he doesn’t go fully into it like he will but he will happily learn more to pleasure you and please you!

Wear something under your clothing and flash it to him. I dare you. He will not hesitate to drag you away to somewhere private and make you fucking sob. “Wearing something like that? I didn’t think you would find out I liked that kind of thing, master. Mind if you take it off for me?” and then its ripped, whoops.

Nagasone loves your hands and how they deal with the rest of the swords. Loves kissing your fingertips and finger pads, sucking on your damn fingers and smirking as your eyes glaze over with lust.

Oh dude praise dOES something to Nagasone. He loves it when you praise him for doing such a good job when he’s servicing you, tug on his hair. He loves it when you’re rough with him.

If you ask him to be rough with you, you’re not walking for a week. He’ll make sure that you are fucked properly, overstimmed to the point you might just pass out from the pleasure. Pinned down to whatever surface he deems right, kissed until your lips are swollen and sore. Oh Nagasone will not be holding back. He will drag his nails down your back when you cling on to him, your body will be covered in nothing but his bites and marks now.

Is not into choking. I’m gonna put that out there right now. But kinda into collars?

Loves it when you sit in his lap and he’s ramming into you from below. He loves seeing your face when you get worked up like this! He always wants to see your face when you two are fucking, and also sucking on his fingers as he sings nothing but praises about how good you feel. Will also love to sit on your lap whenever he is taking you.

Nagasone will not deny that he has thought about fucking you under a table, your desk most likely. He’s a sneaky little shit and smirks as his fingers find your sex, toying with it until you want to snap. He’ll hate you forever if you do the same to him, expect him to slam you against a wall in frustration and roughly take you right then and there.

After care is simple. Swiftly clean and then pass the fuck out. Nagasone is a fucking furnace of a big dude so you’ll always be warm around him. Maybe he’ll joke that he wants a second round? Who knows, fufu.

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hopeswriting · 3 years

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I meant to do a post about my thoughts on the Daily Life Arc now that I finished rereading it, but I can't seem to find the time and it's been a while now, and if I keep it up I'll forget what my thoughts are to begin with lol, so here's the long story short:

I know it's a long arc, as in it starts being boring and more or less unbearable past some point, because the "gag of the chapter" format only takes you so far, and not actually very far if Amano's humor doesn't work on you much, if at all. I don't think it's an arc you can reread right away/soon either, lest you feel that one flaw even faster.

And I felt it too, starting with the fourty-something chapters I felt like it was dragging on too much, though to be fair that probably had to do too with the fact I knew things much more interesting were coming after that.

Still, all that said, like, it's an enjoyable arc. Amano's humor happens to work on me, and she does it really well, and I liked reading the arc. There are some chapters where you're really asking yourself why they were written for lol, but even then you read it for the characters, and it somehow keeps you going.

And like, even though I think Amano could have seen the fact the comedy was going to turn repetitive and thus boring at some point, and try to diversify it or something, it's just how comedy/humor/gags works? Some jokes land and some doesn't, but for me at least a lot more of them worked than not.

The DLA is a good enough arc is what I'm saying.

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On than note and on the contrary, of course it's fine if you think it's a bad arc, to each their opinion, but personally I really don't agree it's an unnecessary one.

I'm saying this because apparently it's not uncommon to advice new fans to skip the arc and directly start with the Kokuyo one? (Or so I learned on TV Tropes anyway, this might or might not be still relevent/accurate.)

Now don't get me wrong, the DLA does fail to hook the readers to the story for the reasons stated above, I agree with that, but it literally introduces the main character? And all the other characters, and gets us to know them, and establishes the dynamics between them and why they're the way they are, and, though only in a more or less superficial manner (and more than less) by design of the arc's purpose (not being deep in any way lol), it still gives us an insight into the characters and why they're the way they are. A glimpse into the core of their personality, the "stakes" of their characters, the flaws they have to overcome.

And all that in the context of their daily life, so if you skip it to go directly to the arc that challenges them, you can't appreciate fully how they rise to the challenge, how it shows their growth or reasserts their core values. You can't know how much or what it means, for example, off the top of my head, to have Yamamoto sacrifice his arm to beat Ken, when only a year ago he tried to kill himself over his broken arm. Or Hibari losing against Mukuro, thus telling us how much of a real threat he was. Or Tsuna screaming at Lancia for having hurt his friends, anger on his face, clearly despite himself, that Dame-Tsuna.

All these just wouldn't hit you the same, and it'd be such a shame? I mean I guess the ones who start with the Kokuyo arc go back to read the DLA, or you could compromise like the anime did by splitting the DLA between more serious arcs, but like I said I personally don't find the DLA that bad, so I still wouldn't advice it lol.

Even if, I suppose, it'd mean they might give up on the manga somewhere through the DLA, but like? Some mangas just don't speak to you, and that's fine, and it'd be a little of a shame from my POV as a KHR fan, but still, no big deal.

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I'm still very impressed with how smoothly Amano went from a gag manga to a shonen one, and how she made it so the DLA still fits with the rest. I mean the sudden change in tone/stakes/etc is jarring, sure, but it's all based on stuff she introduced in the DLA, which she presumably came up with with no intention to ever make it something deeper/more meaningful.

It's easy to believe the foreshadowing, and generally speaking the worldbuilding was planned all along, which, again, probably not, and like? Super impressive.

(Though once more don't get me wrong, there are inconsistencies/plot holes in Amano's plotlines and worldbuilding, but not, like, at their seams, if I can say it like that? It's more often in the details, and it's fairly easy to fill in the blanks ourselves.)

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Finally it was a lot of fun to rediscover the characters in a new light, and a bit of a disbelieving surprise tbh.

For context before I started my reread of the manga, all this time I was going with the time I read/watched it years ago plus the times I skimmed it, but mostly by all the fanon I was consuming. And it's not to say fanon is wrong per se, but it latched on one to three character's traits, or slapped an easy character archetype on them easy to "relate" to within, and apparently never looked back lol. And also often dialed up those traits (good or bad) in a very noticeable manner.

What I'm saying is, fanon is, in fact, wrong sometimes zldnslsz, and the characters are much more nuanced even in the DLA! (Which still leaves us at a more or less superficial level, because, you know lol, but still!)

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To name the ones that stood out to me the most:

Nana isn't abused by Iemitsu, nor is she unhappy in her marriage despite Iemitsu being an absent husband (which is not relevent in the context of the DLA, but still, you can tell). She isn't an abusive mother to Tsuna either, and she is literally never an airhead. She literally just isn't, she actually does react very normally to the crazy Reborn brings with him, but much like Yamamoto as long as no one gets hurt (or walks it off), she just brushes it off.

And she has friends she goes listen to piano recitals with, and tries to save on money by eating rests, and gets in two-way arguments with Tsuna, and raises his allowance if he gets better grades to push him to work harder, and all around is just your average mom that really didn't read as just The Mom, if you know what I mean.

She has her flaws, definitely, she's not a great mom, namely is apparently used to call Tsuna Dame-Tsuna, but she's not just that.

She takes care of him, worries over him, and seems to be the only one who hasn't given up on him yet when the story starts. She supports him (though sometimes in a tactless to hurtful way), praises him when he does well, and trusts him to watch over the kids.

She's not that bad is what I'm saying, and 100% redeemable (that is, if you think she needs to be redeemed to begin with, which I actually do think she does, calling Tsuna Dame of all things is just a really shitty thing to do.)

(Though it's interesting to note that she doesn't do it again after what happened with Kyoko iirc, even if she might very well still talk to him in a belittling way at times. I just wish Amano would have commit fully to acknowledge it and resolve it, what with already having made it Kyoko's Dying Will Regret.)

(Edit: I had forgotten but she literally forgets his birthday while preparing someone else's birthday, so I take back that she is 100% redeemable because it's being too nice. But my point still stands.)

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Haru is literally such a fun character, it makes me even more sad now to know what Amano did with her (nothing ansknslq 😭😂).

She's unhinged, has zero impulse control, does not reflect on the consequences of her lack of impulse control as Tsuna points it out, is ready and willing to throw hands at any given moment and is unapologetic of it, and is the one Amano actually calls an airhead.

The only problem she had with the mafia is that she thought Tsuna was forcing it on Reborn, and when she confirmed it was all true she literally didn't even blink at it, and immediately called herself the future Decimo's wife djosdkkd.

On that note she is literally mafia right from her first appearance, is more or less involved in almost all the mafia shenanigans, was right there with Tsuna & Co when they went to destroy the Tomaso's headquarters.

And like?? Amano could just have left it at that if she wasn't going to do anything else/more with it. Haru had so much potential, and not only Amano did nothing with it, she actually watered her down and took away all her distinct character's traits 😭.

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Hibari is so much more feral and playful than his fanon cool, overpowered, quiet badass counterpart. Which I love too, don't get me wrong, but these two sides of him don't have to be exclusive!

He talks and smiles and jokes often, and shows off and casually insults you, and licks the blood away from his lips after having beaten bloody other middle schoolers who dared to defy him (I know this happens in the Kokuyo arc, but it illustrates my point the best).

Not much more to add than that, we should just acknowledge that and put it in our works more often.

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Gokudera is a compelling character from the get go, and as far as the DLA goes, he's the most compelling character second to Tsuna. He's the only one to actually have flashbacks and a backstory. And what stood out to me the most that I don't see often in fanon, is that he's really a good friend.

Yes he has a short fuse and snaps easily and is easy to anger, but he's not always angry. And is seen having and being capable of positive exchanges outside of Tsuna (I'm thinking Yamamoto namely, who's made with Ryohei to be the one he gets angry with the most).

And yes he holds Tsuna on a pedestal and sees him through heavily tinted pink glasses, but even through that he's earnestly a good friend. And tries his best, and is hardworking and overachieving, so much so he messes up without meaning to, but he only ever has honest, straight-forward good intentions behind it all (well, maybe not always lol).

I love him a lot more now is what I'm saying.

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And Tsuna. I'm not sure I'll be able to articulate my thoughts properly, but like... he's just your average teenager. Which of course is his whole thing, and I'm saying it in a very not judgy way whatsoever, but he's often made to be at least a little more than that, namely about his bullying.

Like, it's kind of dramatised in fics? And I'm not going to elaborate on that more because it might come out wrong and I don't want that, but it's just, like—canonically he is just bullied, simple as that. Like many other teenagers are.

And it's all in a "chill" way (for unfortunate lack of a better word, I don't mean to trivialize bullying at all, it's wrong and unfair and never deserved or okay, just so we're clear), and by the time the story starts Tsuna is used to it and has given up fighting against it, and actually finds refuge and a twisted comfort in embracing his Dame-Tsuna's monicker, because at least he's not gonna hit rock bottom deeper than that if he does.

And I'm not actually going anywhere with this, it's just? It hit me how differently canon and fanon portray his bullying.

Back on the note of him being a (below) average teenager, Tsuna is not an uwu pure cinnamon roll too good for this world.

He's literally so quick to judge and criticise, whether in his head or out loud when he knows more the person (namely Haru lol, poor girl), it was actually a bit of a shock tbh lol. He snaps easily, and is lazy, does not want to try even one bit, and is happy to run away from his responsibilities whenever he can.

And not only I'm not saying that in a judgy way this time either, but I'm actually saying it in a good way. He really felt like your average middle schooler, and it was so refreshing to see. That, plus the fact the narrative never holds it against him, let alone punishes him for it even if he's made to grow out of these traits, and it's literally part of his character arc, is kind of unique for the shonen genre (maybe, I'm not exactly a specialist of shonen mangas lol).

And I can see why you'd want to change it in fics, but personally I think it really makes his character's arc even more meaningful.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr text post #daily life arc #i said long story short but this is actually the long story 😭#lile a lot of things i just really need to start to keep going uh sbdlsnks #if the read more doesn't work i'll add it on desktop as soon as i get my hands on a computer #in the meantime sorry about that #khr reread

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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High - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: First of all, I’m a big fan of your writing :)) do you write imagines based off of songs? If yes, maybe one based on High by 5 Seconds of Summer? With JJ from outer banks

A/N: So this is basically broken up into like different moments in the relationship between the reader and JJ.

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Scarlett was droning on about something that Kelce had said to her as you stood by the drinks counter, waiting for the smoothies she had ordered. The spinach and mango, so she said, was amazing for complexion. While she talked your eyes scanned the lobby of the country club. You had a decent view of the dining room from where you were and you caught a glimpse of blond passing the doors just as you looked over.

“So I told him it’s over with us.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.” You replied, mindlessly, as you waited for the doors to the kitchen to open again.

“Sarah wants to go to Chapel Hill tomorrow but like, I don’t know, I just don’t think my head is in doing a day out. Like I just need to focus on putting myself back out there.”

“Yeah...you should.”

The kitchen doors opened and you smiled as you saw JJ walk out, server’s outfit on and carrying basin for the dishes under one arm. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened a text to him.

-I can see you-

-stalker. do I look hot?- He replied.

-I couldn’t tell-

JJ left the basin on an empty table and walked over to the dining room doors, looking across the lobby to see you at the juice counter. You smiled and winked at him before texting again.

-Oh yeah, super hot-

-God you’re so obsessed with me-

You bit your lip to stop from laughing and drawing Scarlett’s attention away from telling the girl behind the juice counter about her breakup.

-It’s cause you’re so hot-

-you must feel so lucky I’m your boyfriend-

“What do you think?” Scarlett asked, turning to you.

“What?” You looked over at her, realizing too late that you had zoned out of the conversation for too long. You had no idea what she was asking.

“I swear to god. First I can’t rely on Kelce and now you’re off in la la land fucking texting when I’m trying to talk to you. My therapist said that people just keep letting me down and it’s so true.”

“I’m sorry Scarlett, I’m not trying to ‘let you down’. Look, lets go do yoga okay? You’ll feel better. It’s bikram, we can sweat out all our problems.” You promised, grabbing your smoothie.

“Fine.” Scarlett nodded, grabbing her own smoothie and looking across the lobby. JJ was still in the doorway of the dining room, watching the both of you, and she frowned. “Ugh, I can’t stand these losers they employ.”

“What?” You looked over at JJ. He smiled and then disappeared back into the dining room.

“Gross.” Scarlett muttered, linking her arm with yours and leading you away.

“Come here,” JJ held his hand out for you as the boat slowed to a stop. You grasped his hand in yours and stepped off the dock, boarding the HMS Pogue. When you were safely on board he yanked on your hand to pull you against him, smiling when you gripped his shirt to keep yourself upright. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You barely got out a greeting as he leaned down and kissed you. It was still off-season, a little colder than usual, and JJ had his grey sweatshirt on. You were particularly fond of the sweatshirt, as stupid as it sounded. It was warm and soft and smelled like the flavored vape he was smoking. “I brought you present,” you said, once he had pulled away.

“Is the present alcohol?” He asked, smiling when you pulled away to grab the cooler and blanket that were still on the dock. “Oh my god, have I ever told you how perfect you are?”

“You are so full of shit Jay.” You laughed.

“So where are you right now?” He joked. Your mom had been urging you to date someone for almost a year now, talking about how your friends all seemed to be getting together and didn’t you want to have someone in your life like that. She didn’t know that you had been dating. You and JJ had been together for almost as long as she had been pestering you.

Your friends didn’t know either. They had no idea that every time you blew off plans or disappeared for afternoons at a time you were meeting up with JJ. If they knew, if your parents knew, you’d probably be locked in your room, Rapunzel style. Being a kook meant that your parents had a lot of expectations for you and none of them involved you running around the outer banks with a boy like JJ.

It didn’t matter that you were 100% positive that you loved him or that you had been thinking more and more about the future. All that would matter if your parents or your friends knew was that you were dating a Pogue. And, maybe worse than that, a Maybank.

“Oh, I’m at a campus visitation day in Chapel Hill. Checking out the college, you know.” You replied, sitting down on the bench while JJ guided the boat away from the dock.

“How’s it looking?”

“The guys are way hotter than I thought they’d be.” You teased, smiling when he looked back at you.

JJ’s friends knew about you. Countless days had been spent with Kiara and the guys at the Chateau or out on the marsh. They were all infinitely cooler than your own friends and you loved hanging out with them. You would trade being a kook for being a pogue in an instant if it meant never having to go to a stupid house party or listen to Topper’s bullshit ever again. You would have traded anything in the world for the chance to spend all day on the marsh with JJ.

Midsummers was filled with stuffy old rich people and their families and, though you fell under that category, you were bored out of your mind. You’d topped off every drink at your parents’ table as they chatted mindlessly about OBX and weather and business. Your options for the evening were slim. Hang at the table and listen to the most boring conversations known to man or venture out to find Scarlett and Topper and Kelce. The party was in full swing and the air outside, even after the sun had set, was warm. You felt like your dress was sticking to you.

“Mom, I’ll be right back.”

“Sure hon.” Your mother waved you off as you headed inside the country club. At least it was air conditioned inside.

You turned the corner by the stairs, heading for the locker room when some grabbed you. An arm around your waist and a hand pressed to your mouth. You almost screamed but the familiar sensation of cold metal mixed with warm skin told you exactly who the hand covering your mouth belonged to.

JJ.

He pulled you into the coat room, finally letting you go to switch on the light.

“You gave me a heart attack. What the fuck?” You laughed, smacking his arm.

“Sorry babe, you look fucking hot by the way.”

“You’re so romantic.” You rolled your eyes at him but leaned in, kissing him anyway. You’d spent all day yesterday with your mom in Chapel Hill and all day today ‘preparing’ for midsummers. This was the first time in over 48 hours that you had seen JJ.

As he kissed you back his hands went to your waist. He guided you back against the wall, laughing when you got ambushed by unnecessary coats. “Fuck.”

“Come here.” He switched places with you and sat down on the ground, tugging on your hand to get you on the floor with him. You bunched the long skirt of your dress up to your thighs as you sat on his lap, knees scrapping against the scratchy fabric of the carpet. You were dead if you got caught and he was definitely fired.

When he leaned in you put a hand on his chest to stop him, “Oh, by the way, I'm not doing it on the floor of the coat room.”

“But this is so romantic.” He joked, kissing you.

“JJ, I’m serious.”

“Chill,” he held your face in his hands, meeting your eyes, “I just wanna mack on my super hot girlfriend.”

“God you have such a way with words.” You teased.

“I missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

You kissed him, hands unbuttoning his vest and shirt despite what you had said. John B always joked that the two of you were all over each other and it was probably true. Whenever you were around JJ you just wanted to be as close to him as possible. You felt him suck in his stomach at the sensation of your hands running across his skin. You shifted, kissing his neck with the sole intention of getting him back for the hickey you had almost been grounded over.

JJ leaned his head back against the wall, giving you more access. His hands found the zipper to your dress and you shrugging out of the top half of your off the shoulder lavender gown. You kissed your way up his throat to his chin and then all the sudden your mother’s voice could be heard right outside the coat room, calling your name, and JJ shot up, smacking his head against the bridge of your nose and sending you back on your ass.

“Oh my god!” you practically whined, holding your nose with one hand as you tried to fix your dress with the other.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. I’m so sorry.” JJ whispered, grabbing his bowtie and holding it out for you to use as a handkerchief so no blood would get on your dress. “Are you okay?”

“Help me with my dress?” You begged.

JJ helped you stand up and then proceeded to fix your dress for you, straightening it out and helping you slip your arms in so he could zip it back up. The whole time he apologized profusely. Outside the door your mother called your name again.

You walked over to the door, peeking out. She’d wandered far enough down the hall that you could sneak out. “Mom,” you called once you came out of the coat room. JJ stayed back, fixing his shirt and vest.

“Oh my god, honey, what happened to you?”

“I was in the locker room and I banged my face on the door.” You lied, JJ’s bowtie still pressed to your nose.

Your mom gaped at you until she caught sight of JJ over your shoulder. “You!” She called and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Take my daughter to get cleaned up please.” She instructed, “go with him okay sweetie.”

“Okay.” You turned to look at JJ and smiled as you followed him to the kitchen.

“Come right back out when you’re done!” Your mother called after you.

The first time you had ever crossed paths with JJ he was just some kid from the cut. You had texted a friend about where to get the best weed and they had offered to give you their dealer’s number. You’d been surprised when the dealer turned out to be the same age as you. Cute, blond, tall, so high. You had seen JJ around before, his face was pretty familiar, but you didn’t really know him at all. And he might’ve remained just some kid from the cut if you hadn’t asked him to hang out that first day.

“Hey, uh...I’ve never actually smoked before.” You admitted, playing with the blunt that he’d sold you.

“It’s not hard.” He shrugged.

Your parents were out for the day and you were sitting on the dock with JJ. He’d come over on the HMS Pogue on his way to meet up with John B and Pope. You had looked nervous, standing on the dock waiting for him to show up. The first thing you’d said when he pulled up was that you. had never done a ‘drug deal’ before. He’d almost laughed out loud.

“I just, my friends kinda ditched me for the afternoon cause my mom said I can’t go to Chapel Hill and I don’t want to seem super lame, like smoking by myself.” You explained. How sad would you be sitting around and smoking a blunt all alone while your friends went shopping.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“I mean...do you wanna hang out?”

“You wanna hang out with me?” JJ asked, even the haze of his high couldn’t convince him that was a normal request.

“Yeah?” You shrugged. You’d never hung out with anyone from the cut before but you were bored and, if you were going to start ‘slumming it’ as Topper said, you might as well start with JJ.

“Yeah okay, but I’m not giving you a discount.”

“I don’t want a discount!” You laughed.

The boneyard was crowded. Kooks, Tourons, Pogues. Everyone was there for a beginning of the summer party. You had donated the keg money after JJ spent his portion of the cost on weed. Kiara had almost lost it on him when you offered to give them the full amount. Still, you didn’t get to show up with them to the beach or even hang out with them. You were standing around with Kelce and Scarlett as they tried to draw everyone into their argument about who was ‘over’ who. You scanned the party, sipping on your beer as you looked for your boyfriend.

“Hey,”

You looked back as someone pressed a hand against your back. Rafe.

“Hey Rafe.” You side stepped out his touch.

“What’s up, I haven’t seen you around much this summer.” He said, catching your friends’ attention.

“I think she’s got a secret boyfriend.” Scarlett piped up, “she’s always texting and canceling on plans. Took me weeks to get her to go to yoga with me.”

“I’ve been busy.” You replied. Across the way you saw JJ and John B getting beers. You watched your boyfriend adjust his red cap as he looked around. You could only hope he was looking for you.

“Too busy to hang?” Rafe draped an arm around your shoulders and tried to draw you into his side.

“Obviously if you haven’t seen me around.” You replied, pulling away again. “I need a refill.”

“I’ll come with you.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked down toward the keg, Rafe following on your heels. If there was anything that you hated about parties it was Rafe Cameron hanging around you. Kiara nodded to you as you approached them, tossing your old cup into the makeshift trash can she had set up to recycle.

“Hey,” JJ smiled when he saw you.

“Hey, can I grab a beer?”

“I’ll get one too man,” Rafe announced, his arm around your shoulders again.

You pulled away once more, “seriously Rafe, get off.”

“Chill out.” He reached out for you, trying to grab your arm.

JJ shoved him away, “she told you get off her man.”

You shook your head at him, urging him silently to let it go. He knew that Rafe always bothered you because you’d told him about it countless times. But you didn’t want any trouble tonight. It was supposed to be a chill kegger and you had every intention of sneaking off early with JJ, which wouldn’t happen if he got into it with Rafe now.

“Stay out of it Pogue.” Rafe tried to look intimidating, stepping up to get in JJ’s face.

“Guys, Rafe, come on.” You pulled on his arm and nodded back toward your group, waiting and watching to see if they needed to intervene.

Just as Rafe turned to leave JJ spit a mouthful of beer at him, coating you too, and everything went to chaos. Rafe swung at him and JJ tackled him to the ground, throwing punches. John B pushed Kiara and Pope out of the way as Kelce, Topper, Scarlett, and Sarah ran over to see what was happening. As Rafe got his footing again people started to gather around in a circle.

“JJ!” You shouted as Rafe punched him.

“Come on,” John B grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him, “stay out of the way.”

“You filthy fucking Pogue.” Rafe shouted, “I’m gonna kill you.”

“Dude, come on, it’s not worth it.” Topper urged, trying to grab Rafe’s arm.

“Fucking try you pussy.” JJ was quick to bait Rafe, dodging a punch and then getting him with a right hook in the stomach.

With Rafe on the ground John and Pope grabbed JJ, dragging him away from the fight as Topper helped Rafe to his feet. Kiara looked over at you when Scarlett called for you to follow them back to their side of the boneyard. You looked back to where John B was pulling JJ along the beach.

“Where are you going?” Scarlett called when you took off in JJ’s direction.

You ignored her, running over and stepping in their path, hands immediately going to JJ’s face. You brushed hair away from his eyes as he looked away from you.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He said.

“Too bad.”

JJ pulled away and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the ground before he met your eyes. “I don’t need you to bitch me out, those guys are assholes, I’m sorry you’re friends with them but I’m not going act like they aren’t all dicks.”

“I’m not gonna bitch you out.” You said.

“What?”

“I’m not gonna bitch you out. Rafe’s a dick.”

“Then what do you want?” He asked, scuffing his foot in the sand.

You shrugged, “to make sure my boyfriend is okay? To tell him I love him.”

JJ bit his lip, smiling at you. Maybe it was the alcohol or the adrenaline from the fight but you thought that his eyes looked a little glassy as he looked at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too.” He reached out for you, pulling you close so that he could kiss you. He stopped just short, resting his forehead against yours, “you sure, cause I’m about to mack on you in front of everyone.”

“I was so hoping you would.”

Oh my god my Tumblr is literally so Outer Banks heavy right now and I don't even care.

Starting a taglist for my Outer Banks stuff:

taglist: @poguesrforlife

#JJ (outer banks) x reader #JJ (outer banks) imagine #JJ (outer banks) fanfiction #JJ x reader #JJ imagine #JJ Maybank x reader #JJ Maybank imagine #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks fanfic #outerbanks fanfiction #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #obx fanfic #collecting stories imagine #cs discography series

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the-darklings · 3 years

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coa one year later & self-reflection

(*drags out a creaky metal chair and plops down on it heavily*)

Hi. It’s me, ya boi skinny--

Wait, wrong one. Do over.

Hi, it’s me, Kat, and I’m not dead. Clearly. Today being one year anniversary of COA has kinda put me in a reflective mood, so I guess I decided to sit down and just...talk about some things, thoughts and feelings I’ve been bottling inside for a hot sec. Especially given how radio silent I have gone on here and people deserve a bit of perspective.

And before anyone starts worrying, it’s all good, and I’m still around and currently in good health for the most part.

So, let’s take it back to the start. Regardless of how dramatic it may sound, we need to go back a year for that.

By technicality alone, COA actually turned one year old on October 12th. That’s when the first part was posted. However, the reason I’m treating today as the aforementioned birthday is simple: I had no intention of this story ever being more than a short two-parter. I told this to the discord gang already but COA was only going to have two parts. V was going to die in Tokyo and the rest of the story follows glimpses of John throughout the movies and it’s her ghost that haunts him. Skipping ahead, it was going to have a bittersweet ending of John eventually dying, having completed his task, only to be greeted by V, Daisy and Helen in the afterlife. A peace of sorts. Then, I realised that, well, no. I have more to say on this world and intrigue about this placeholder character V kept growing.

November 1st happened and I made a very last minute call to continue COA but with the added pressure of doing it during NaNoWriMo 2019. And boy did I. Most of the story was figured out during that very intense month. I posted Part 2 on this day a year ago because I was so eager to share it. Perhaps, in retrospect, a bit too eager.

For those of you who may not know this, I work as a writer full time for my actual every day job. I’m the main writer for an original webcomic called In the Bleak Midwinter on Webtoon.com and have been for almost two years now. Getting what is essentially your dream job is amazing. I’m very lucky on that front but it also taught me stark realities of having your job and only hobby overlap. It’s a dangerous creative mix. Especially because I was not used to being constraint in what I create or the feeling like I have to please anyone else. Writing as a job is a whole other avenue of creative exhaustion. I love my job a lot and am very, very lucky to have it but it doesn’t change the fact that those initial stages made me fall back on COA a lot for creative freedom that I craved so desperately. To an unhealthy degree looking back on it now.

But going back to November last year. NaNo time. I did it. Finished on the 24/25th I believe. A juicy final count of 52k+. All while maintaining a weekly update schedule for a fic that usually hit around 10k per update, if not more, even during those early days. Add writing an original story on top of that. Writing every day for hours on end (we are talking 10-12hr days) without any time for other hobbies or time for myself in general. I kept pushing and pushing and pushing. Losing weight and sleep in the process. I think the thing that convinced me that I should continue doing so is the fact that the outpour of support for COA ended up surpassing anything I ever expected or even dared to hope for. I’m not a huge numbers person but the outpour of love and just sheer investment in the story and characters blew me away. John Wick fandom is on the smaller side and has been going through downtime when I posted COA so my expectations were...well, small tbh. I like keeping expectations low to avoid any disappointments in general. But I’ve also always had an issue of being a massive 0 or 100 kind of person. If I love something, it consumes me. In this case, it brought me as much joy and freedom as much as it was steadily pushing me towards the ultimate crash.

That being said, I can’t thank you all enough for every comment, like, reblog and message and fanart. You’re the reason I got this far. With your support. It brightened some really dark days for me.

But.

To be frank, it’s never been about you guys. I never wrote or pushed because I felt like I had to appease anyone. That creative mindset is pure poison and I long since learned to let go of it. I kept pushing and kept working myself to the bone because I liked it. I liked how reading peoples’ responses made me feel. I liked the addictive nature of reading all the comments and theories after an update. I loved the idea of brightening peoples’ days and giving them something to cheer them up after what might have been a shitty day. Even if that was at expense of my own time/well being. But for a long time, it wasn’t. I love writing a lot but facts remain facts.

It was beyond unhealthy and burnout wasn’t a question of if but when and that when was approaching at neck-breaking speed.

So we come to the end of November. Part 4 has just come out. People were invested and I was invested alongside them. I was just finishing up Part 5 which (back then) was the biggest single chapter I’ve ever written and god I still recall my sheer dread because that was the beginning of Santino being established as a LI. Looking back on that now, it’s downright hilarious how worried I was about the reception of him and V together after John.

So honestly, I hit burnout at around Part 8. Because that’s the first time I recall struggling with writing a chapter. Part 8 came out on December 28th. I had a brief break for holidays. But my mistake was not taking longer back then. Because I continued writing with a barely healed burnout. Followed by almost a year of struggling and continuously creating through that state. It wasn’t like I eased off the pressure, either. Oh, no. The chapters grew in size, the world and the characters with it. AUs amassed quickly and while I adore every single one - again, I didn’t know how to pace myself well enough.

I’m spiteful though. The more the chapters struggled the more I pushed against the burnout. By the time Chicago arrived, however, I knew I was in trouble. I ended up writing 43k+ in a span of 2 months, I believe. And while to some it may not seem like a lot given the time frame, it’s a lot when you’re burnout to a crisp & writing an original story for work + deadlines. Which I was burned out and then some. Chicago was something I was looking forward to writing for months. I have built it up since Part 4. It was a long time coming. So while I’m still proud of it, I would be lying if I said that some scenes were not sacrificed for the sake of keeping to my invisible schedule that no one but me actually cared about. You guys have always been patient. I never felt pushed into anything. It’s always only ever been me doing the harm.

Chicago was the downwards spiral for me mentally. I felt like I was failing to live up to my own expectations. That people were drifting away from it. I was plagued by the thought that the story I poured so much into was falling apart and growing weaker. Which this has always been an issue with me: I am my own harshest critic. Always have been. In fact, I’m a downright mean little fucker when it comes to just tearing at myself. I know writing is for fun - and it is - but I still like the idea of being proud of my work which only made everything worse despite the love each update received.

This takes us to the beginning of June. Specifically, June the 2nd. Or, as I like to call it: Kat Makes Another Impulsive Decision but This One Actually Works Out For the Better. On this day, I created the COA Discord server. And damn, I’m not sure what exactly I was expecting when I did ngl. I did it for fun and as an escape more so than anything. But somehow it ended up being the best decision I made in a long while. I know some of you are reading this. So love you lots, dorks. It’s such a privilege to be able to call so many of you my friends even outside of COA now. That little community has given me some of the best memories from this year and helped me to crawl out of my own metaphorical pit I was stuck in. Mentally, I’m doing much better than I did beginning of this summer. Which could be summed up as a constant self-hatred cycle and a feeling of inadequacy.

That, however, does not mean my burnout magically disappeared. If anything Chapter 17 just put a nail in the coffin so to speak. 2020 has been a shitty year just across the board for obvious reasons I don’t need to go into here but that can only partially be attributed to my mental state. Chapter 17 was...exhaustive. To say the least. But I was determined to stick with my vision and not split it up. I was also starting to be a bit more forgiving towards myself in terms of how long I may take to write it thanks to guys on discord though the feeling of failure and worry never quite faded fully. I’m proud of Part 17. Truly. But that was also when I hit rock bottom creatively on COA. It drained me completely.

I tried writing Part 18 for weeks after, day in and day out, not getting past the first scene and hating every word I wrote. So I took a deep breath and stopped. Figured I let it marinate and wait instead of trying to piece one of the most crucial chapters in this story like some Frankenstein monster two sentences at the time.

So my solution was simple: give myself some distance from it and write other things. Get my spark back. Of course that’s always a good idea. Having multiple creative escapes is the best thing you can do for yourself creatively. There was just one tiny little problem.

I was still burned out. Still am. The problem went deeper than just being burned out over COA. I was burned out over writing itself.

Which is an issue for a person who only has writing as a creative outlet.

I don’t have any other way to express myself. So I was stuck in a runt, trying to write because it’s the only thing that makes me genuinely happy even when I really shouldn’t have. And let me tell you. It’s a shitty fucking feeling. My burnout worsened. I had a thousand ideas but every time I tried to get them down it felt forced, fragmented, and weak. Repetitive and dry. Now, this is also in part because English isn’t my native language, so my vocab is limited as a result, but I hit that sweet rock bottom in that regard, too.

So, I worked on V (but in her OC form Clara), Lucien and The Elites. All those characters have grown so much since you last read about them. I have multiple original projects planned down the line that will feature all of them existing in their own world, with their own stories and no longer constrained by JW canon.

Which, finally, takes us to the end of October and beginning of November 2020.

I was convinced that the best course of action was to do NaNo again but with an original story this time (involving V). Suffice to say, it took a grand total of maybe 5-6 days and hating every second of writing it while also feeling like this project I’m so passionate and excited to write (still am) is just...going down the toilet to be blunt, to realise I may have made the wrong call.

Still, the stubborn ass that I am, I pushed through. Convinced I can get into it if I just keep going. The realizations that I am sharing with you right now won’t have been possible if it hadn’t been for a rather curious turn of events about a week and a half ago.

I recently bought a gaming laptop, all in preparation for Cyberpunk 2077 dropping ofc. But, in the meantime, I kept recommending a game to a friend on the COA server. That game? Far Cry 5. (It’s a blast to play btw, just a side note.) And playing it brought back all the feelings of nostalgia from the days when I used to write for that fandom. So I revisited some old work. Checked the stuff I never published and that has been sitting ducks in my docs for months and hoo boy. Let me tell you it was a vibe check of the worst kind.

The stark difference in the prose and the ease with which it flowed was...startling. It made me remember why I love writing so much and how proud I used to be of what I wrote back in the day. Which is not to say I’m not proud now, but it was just such a sharp dip in quality it was impossible to ignore.

So I didn’t.

I paused NaNo, moving it to another month. I paused writing for everything but work, which with our season coming to an end I will also get a rest from soon, too. I kinda paused in general. For the first time in a while, I finally forced myself to switch off. Rest.

The reason why I haven’t been on here is simple: guilt and not having energy to be on here. I like making my blog a safe space for everyone. Similar to escape it has become for me. I couldn’t pretend I was fine when I wasn’t. I felt obliged to perform and being here became exhausting. I haven’t been checking my inbox. Haven’t done much of anything except occasionally dropping by and reblogging a random post so people know I’m alive.

And that’s that, folks. That’s where I am currently. Resting. Completely exhausted mentally but resting. Getting my energy back.

So where does that leave us, huh? If you read this far, dunno what to tell you. Thanks, I suppose. It’s still odd to think people actually care about my existence sometimes.

I know what you’re likely thinking, too. So does this mean COA is never gonna be finished? What is gonna happen to it? Are you abandoning it?

The answer: no. 17 out of 25 chapters and 250k+ in, I’m too far in not to give it a proper conclusion. Not because I owe it to anyone other than myself. I want this story to be a stepping stone for my future as a writer. I want to prove to myself that I can get this done and finish it. As of right now (as you can no doubt tell with how long it’s been since last update) it’s on a soft hiatus while I rest. This rest? Not sure how long it may last. Right now, my plan is till mid December at which point I will reevaluate. Ideally, I finish the year with an update. But my New Year’s resolution is to finish COA. That timeline has become a little more murky now but, again, ideally it’s within the first quarter of 2021. Will that happen? I don’t know. And I don’t want to make false promises, either.

All I’m saying is that it will be done. I’m just no longer sure how long, exactly, it may take me to reach that Epilogue. I don’t expect many people to stick around for however long it may take me, but if you do, thank you. Truly. I really and deeply mean that.

So what’s on the cards for this blog in the meantime? Well, CP77 is coming out in under a month (if it doesn’t get moved again lmao rip) and I expect that to be my soft return to posting my writing on here again. We will see where the muse takes me, if at all. Regardless though, I’m excited.

One doctorate thesis later, here we are at the end of this really long rambling session. I hope that this has given you some perspective on things going on behind the scenes. I spared you some of the gorier details but I think this post has been long overdue. I suppose I, myself, was just too unwilling to face these things despite knowing about them deep down for a while now. I’m too self-critical not to notice but acting on correcting this behavior has been a whole other matter clearly.

Thank you for reading this post, my writing in general, and supporting me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m still around. More is on the way in the future. I’ll be seeing you all real soon. And all my love to all of you.

Love,

- Kat.

#kat speaks #blog psa #i suppose

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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Congrats on 100! For the requests can you write something with Marcus Pike where he never knew the reader had tattoos because her ex hated them so she covers them up with their clothing. I hope its not too specific or odd ❤ (Sorry if this sent multiple times, im having internet issues)

Ink

pairing || Marcus Pike x Reader

summary || Marcus discovers your tattoos - and why you hid them from him.

word count || 1,546

warnings || shitty ex, kinda hurt/comfort

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Your day, put simply, was going absolutely shittily.

First, you woke up feeling amazingly well rested. Sounds like a great thing, right? No. Unbeknownst to you, your phone charger became unplugged and your phone had died overnight. Without your alarms to get you up and caffeinated, you were left to scramble into your office attire and out the door with a frazzled mind and zero coffee in hand. You knew better than to try to tackle what was starting as a difficult day without the energy boost, so you bit the bullet and stopped at a café on your way to work.

Foolishly, you thought your morning was looking up when you made it through the line in record time - until you took a sip of your coffee and simultaneously burned the everloving hell out of your tongue and learned that your order was not only incorrect, but entirely undrinkable. The attitude in which you dropped the to go cup into the trash outside of FBI headquarters could’ve brought the entire building down, but that was neither here nor there. You couldn’t find it in you to be frustrated with the sweet baristas at the café - they were overwhelmed with the morning rush, after all. No, your frustration was placed solely on the universe.

In a last ditch effort to save your morning, you stopped by the break room for a cup of shitty office coffee to take back into your little office. You were frazzled enough that the team didn’t stop you on your march through the bullpen. With the blinds open to let the early morning sunshine warm your back, you settled at your desk and finally took what felt like the first somewhat calm breath since you opened your eyes. You grabbed your worn notepad and began jotting down the list of tasks you had to get done that day, grateful that it was mostly humdrum paperwork and not anything grueling. You wouldn’t have had the spoons for that.

There was something about having each of your responsibilities laid out and ready for you to tackle that made you feel much better. A small light at the end of the tunnel. You took a deep breath and began filling out your latest case reports, your practiced fingers flying over the keys of your laptop. Of course, in true fashion, the universe decided to put you in your place. You reached for your coffee, eyes still on the laptop screen, and severely misjudged the distance and managed to tip the cup over.

“Son of a bitch!” You hissed, shooting out of your seat at the bite of hot coffee dripping down your front. Instinct had you ripping your blazer off and pulling at the buttons of your blouse, desperate to get the soaked fabric away from your skin. At least you were wearing a tank top beneath it, even though it was thin enough to be almost see through. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Three quick knocks rapped against your door and you didn’t even have to guess who it was - Marcus Pike, your coworker, good friend and his latest title - boyfriend. He never strayed in his little patterned knocking, something you found endearing even when you were having a comically bad morning.

“Come on in, Marcus!” You called out as you dug around in your drawers for the wipes you kept there. Marcus entered with a bright smile that faltered slightly at your disheveled state. Your tone is almost sarcastic as you continue. “Good morning.”

“Oh, honey.” Marcus said, quickly closing the door behind him before anyone could catch a glimpse of you sliding your blouse off. The dark, intricate lines inked into your skin caught his eye immediately but he didn’t let his gaze linger.

He couldn’t lie - he had noticed the constant long-sleeved blouses and sweaters you wore, but didn’t pry. If you had something you wanted to hide from the world, Marcus was sure you would tell him when you were ready to. But now that he knew it was just what appeared to be some amazing tattoos, he was a bit confused. They were beautiful. Why would you want to hide them?

You were obviously having a hard time. The hard set of your jaw and scrunched state of your eyebrows would have been enough to tell him that even if he wasn’t watching you try to clean the coffee from your skin with a pack of wet wipes. Your hair wasn’t tied back like it usually would. Instead it hung loose around your shoulders, falling in your face every now and then and making you huff in annoyance.

Annoyed, sticky, and absolutely over the day, and you still looked god damn ethereal. How did he get so lucky?

“How can I help?” Marcus asked as he rounded your desk and you gave him a grateful smile.

“Can you grab the extra shirt from the cupboard? Thank god I have a back up at least.” If there was one thing you could always count on, it was Marcus Pike being the best man on Earth. You smiled when he handed you the clean shirt before he began wiping your desk clean. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Of course,” Marcus tossed the soiled wipes into your trashcan, grinning and pumping his arm animatedly when they went in. What an adorable dork. He ran his hands up and down your biceps gently and you almost shivered at the warmth of his palms. “What happened?”

“Coffee has betrayed me at every turn this morning.” You pouted again as you leaned into his chest. The sight of Marcus staring down at you with that concerned, loving gaze made fluttering erupt in your belly.

“So I suppose I shouldn’t ask if you want to get some with me for lunch, huh?” Marcus asked with that breathtaking mischievous smile and you couldn’t help but crack up at him. His thumbs rubbed circles into your skin and you glanced down, watching his fingertip run over the lines of your tattoo. You realized with a jolt that he had never seen them before.

Your body art was something you loved - you didn’t spend endless hours in a chair getting stabbed with needles a million times for nothing. The dark swirls of ink were intricate, something that you used to be complimented on often. Until your ex came along, of course. It wasn’t as if you hid them from him. No, he was well aware that you had tattoos and planned to get more, so when he asked you to cover them up before going out one night you had been confused, and then pissed.

Who the hell had he been to tell you to hide a part of yourself that you loved?

Those subtle requests morphed into small jabs and complaints. Over time, you began covering them by habit, trying to avoid the whole mess altogether. It wasn’t worth arguing about, you convinced yourself. Once he tried to convince you to get them removed? No, that was the last straw. Even though he wasn’t even a blip on your radar, you still found yourself keeping them covered, a small, insecure voice in your head warning you of a threat that was no longer there.

You held your arm out, giving him silent permission to openly follow the linework, and Marcus took the opportunity with a smile. His touch was as gentle as ever, up and down your arm from piece to piece. “Sorry, I know they aren’t everyone’s cup of tea,”

“Do you like them?” The question catches you off guard but you nod immediately. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about their importance to you or their beauty. Marcus shrugged. “Nothing else matters then.”

Tension you hadn’t even realized you had been holding melted away from your chest. The way he looked at you… it was the same appreciation and intensity he reserved for the artwork obtained by the team, his gaze hungry for every detail he had the honor of seeing firsthand.

“Do you like them?” You whispered, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“They’re beautiful.” Marcus doesn’t miss a beat. “I’d love to hear the stories behind them, if there are any.”

“Yeah, there are a few.” You guided his hand up to press a kiss to his knuckles before settling back on your arm, your chest thick with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. Marcus immediately began following the lines again and you chuckled. “You really like them, huh?”

“Honestly? I think they’re sexy.” Marcus murmured as he pulled you against his chest by your waist and you positively flushed. The image of Marcus’s tongue tracing your tattoos enveloped you unbiddenly. You bit back a groan - that man was going to be the death of you.

You pressed up on your tiptoes and kissed him. The woes of your morning faded into the background at the delighted sound he gave against your lips, one hand abandoning your waist to hold you steady at your jaw. You draped your arms over his shoulders and lost yourself in his warmth, his comfort. There wasn’t a thing in this world that Marcus couldn’t make better with a few soft words and a gentle touch.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike x you #marcus pike the mentalist #marcus pike #marcus pike fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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shekorla · 4 years

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Linked Universe Zeldas

So last December I decided to draw my idea for the Zeldas on a whim. Found the WIP recently and decided to finish it.

Also, I typed up all my headcanons for them because I have a lot. They are below the cut.

And I put down nickname ideas, because I'm bad at naming things, and I think the LU discord has already decided on a set of nicknames that they like. Personally, I really dislike most of those though.

❖Corresponding Link: Four

o Age: Teen, just older than Four. Not a major difference, just enough that she can tease him about it.

o Status: Officially still holds the title of princess, acts more like a queen. Her father is extremely protective of her, but after Vaati he conceded that he couldn’t protect her forever. Since then she has been learning to fight, forge (not good at it), and taking over more and more responsibilities from her aging father

o Nickname ideas: Light, Picori, Force

o Fighting style: Mostly fights with a sword and shield. Has extremely strong innate light magic. (light force, although weaker now) Doesn’t necessarily know how to focus it yet (magic bomb, some healing). If you are going to be on the battlefield stop running around like that.

o Current relationship to Link: Best friends, practically siblings. When they were kids there was definitely some major crushing going on. Then everything with Vaati happened and things got… complicated. Neither she nor Link really knows what type of romance they want for the future. They still play lots of pranks on people. She helps keep him stable on the days when his colors get a little too wild.

o Random stuff: Hyperactive and cheery. Always something new to see or learn and she wants to do it. hates sitting still, she is always moving somehow (got turned to stone). Top is hers; Link made the sword (gift), rest is extras from four’s parts (stolen). Hair is naturally extremely curly, lets it down for formal things, tied up for adventuring. Helped four get back to functioning as Link after being four people. Will attack him to get him to take care of himself. Is taller than both four and wind.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Hyrule

o Age: At least a hundred. Was 18 when she was cursed to sleep, no one is exactly sure how long she was asleep.

o Status: Was a princess before falling asleep, offered the crown once woken up. Really over being royal. Link helped her get a job and lodging on a farm at the edge of Hyrule. Really likes that.

o Nickname ideas: Legacy, Farmgirl, First, Ancestor.

o Fighting style: Healer. Lots of bandages to patch everyone up. Doesn’t like to fight, but will stab a man if the need arises. The world is cruel, be kind. Has weak magic, a little bit of healing, and lots of prophetic. Knows the best places to hide on a battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: They are good friends. He checks up on her from time to time, and she makes sure that he always has a place to rest and relax in safety. Their world is a little bit of a mess, everyone needs a support system.

o Random stuff: Has insomnia. Afraid of not waking up. Extremely wise, or maybe just world-weary. On tense but good terms with current queen Zelda of Hyrule. Forgives her brother, has come to terms with her fate. Taciturn and calm, probably depressed. Extremely sensitive to dark magic. (like an old burn wound) Dislikes people who use it to forcefully get their way. Doesn’t outright hate the principle of it, but will actively shy away from the presence of it.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Time

o Age: Adult, mentally/physically the same age.

o Status: Queen of Hyrule. She is married and has a daughter.

o Nickname ideas: Destiny, Sheik, Queen, Lyre/Harp (what is that thing?), Sage.

o Fighting style: Fights mostly with magic. Uses the harp to play songs (ironically fights like HW sheik) has basic sheikah skills. Has only been training to fight for a short time, is still fairly physically weak. One of the most proficient magic users all round. Can take down the basic mooks, but won't last long against a bigger enemy. Knows how to fight alone.

o Current relationship to Link: Strained. Not OOT sheik. Is MM Zelda. Only knows link as the boy who showed up to save the day, then left. Has had occasional interactions, she visits the ranch, he works with the guard. Only in the past year or two, she has had dream glimpses of the alternate timeline. She knows that she and link killed Ganon side by side, that she helped link disguised as sheik. Does not know about the seven years or most of the trauma. Basically, seen like five cutscenes and nothing else.

o Random stuff: Prophetic dreams. Knew she would be leaving on a quest. Kingdom is well set up to work in her absence. Loves her family, is an idiot who doesn’t know the importance of checking in via letters for anything other than politics. Snobbish, proud, put too much stock in titles. Best manager, not a great leader (doesn’t have the personal skills for it). Sees the world as extremely black and white.

❖ Corresponding Link: Twilight

o Age: Young adult.

o Status: Newly coronated queen, has been running the show for a few years now, it's just barely official

o Nickname ideas: Dusk, Dawn, Shadow

o Fighting style: Uses mainly rapier to fight. Also, a great archer. Because of temporarily sharing a soul with Midna, has access to powerful twilight magic. Not as strong as Midna, still strong. Has goddess magic (channel through weapons). Tries to hide twili powers mostly since it's “dark magic”, but only technically. She knows it's not true dark magic and really just wants to avoid a lecture (does not get along well with time’s Zelda). Knows her way around the edge of a battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: They barely know each other. Only really interacted through saving the world things. Then they went separate ways. She considers Midna a sister and wants to slap both Midna and Link for not realizing they like each other. Once she knows Link better, she will probably tease him a lot.

o Random stuff: Unlike most of the other Zeldas, sees the world as being mostly shades of grey, rather than stark black and white. Somber and stoic. Secretly a massive gremlin. Has a few habits picked up from Midna's soul along with the magic. Is awkward around ‘normal’ people. Has spent almost her entire life in political settings. One of the best politicians. Rather open about her feelings, it's just small and easily missed. Feels guilty for the troubles that befell both Hyrule and the twilight realm. Hates having to stand back unable to help. Screw rules she is going to help.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Wild

o Age: 118-120ish(?) I don’t know how long it has been since the events of BOTW.

o Status: Technically queen, currently is focused on rebuilding Hyrule. Has no intention to take up the throne any time soon.

o Nickname ideas: Scholar, Architect, Champion, Urbosa, Scientist, Little Bird.

o Fighting style: Not a great fighter but she is learning. Decent with a sword. Gets a crossbow from twilight and then makes her own out of sheikah tech. (currently has no magic and good riddance). Learning to navigate a battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: They are good friends, but it's awkward. Neither of them are totally sure how to act around the other. Basically, either gremlin adventures, or awkward small talk. Past the first road trip, only interact a few times a month. She is caught between trying to mourn her knight and accepting her new hero. Cooking shenanigans.

o Random stuff: Loves learning new things. Can and will study and find the effects of every plant. Knows poisons, antidotes, elixirs, potions, and everything else. Still trying to come to terms with everything that happened. Frequent nightmares. Claustrophobic/minor insomnia. Knows all the languages. Loves studying sheikah tech, and finally gets the chance to as much as she wants. Hates the castle. So many things change culturally over 100 years and she has no idea what to do. Awkward, but sincere.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Wind

o Age: Teen

o Status: Technically the queen. Hyrule currently consists of a single town on the mainland, and lots of plans. Queenish. Anjean is teaching her how to politics.

o Nickname ideas: Name is tetra that’s it.

o Fighting style: Uses a pirate saber as well as the phantom sword. (IDK if spirit tracks is part of Wind’s story, but I was not passing up the opportunity to give tetra a massive sword). Decent archer, and can channel light magic into weapons…. most of the time…... It’s a work in progress. Also has general goddess magic. Big explosion of light. Knows her way around a battlefield

o Current relationship to Link: Serve on a crew together. Best friends and partners in crime. There is a lot that needs to be done to start a country, they will do it together. It’s not going quickly. They keep getting distracted. Why do paperwork when you can steal things.

o Random stuff: Smol. Link hit puberty and got a growth spurt. She did not. Not a politician, this child should not be in charge, whose idea was it to let a pirate child run a country. Great leader. All the social skills. Shoot first… that’s it. Sassy. Trying her best to be a good princess and live up to her lineage. It's hard. There is no book. Feels like she is letting everyone down. Hates big birds. Occasional nightmares. Really hates being cold. (turned to stone)

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❖ Corresponding Link: Legend

o Age: Older teen

o Status: Queen. Has ruled for a while. Amazing support system. They regularly keep things running when she gets kidnapped. Good relations with all surrounding countries.

o Nickname ideas: Maiden, Sage, Hilda.

o Fighting style: Doesn’t. Pacifist. She can attack with light magic, chooses not to. Healing magic, team buffs, defense. Just because she doesn’t fight doesn’t mean she will let her team die. Strongest support magic. Does not know her way around a battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: Good work friends. They get along well enough. No massive personal relations. She asks him for help with killing monsters, he asks her for help with laws. It works for them. Occasionally they will get lunch together and catch up. (aka make sure he didn’t get himself killed.) Can use telepathy to contact Link at any time. Keeps it to emergencies only. Because he finds it massively annoying, and a little creepy.

o Random stuff: Massive romantic. Currently single. Misses being able to gossip with Hilda. Kind and compassionate. Does not stand for injustice. Will forgive until the end of time. Just because she is kind does not mean she is weak. Strong-willed. Good politician. Loved by her people, even if Ganon has attacked like five times. Ganon is the only person on the list of people she would happily shank. So much paperwork. Give the girl a break. Keeps craft supplies on her for long imprisonments. Scrying magic, and a little bit prophetic.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Warriors

o Age: Adult. Older than warriors, younger than time or his Zelda.

o Status: Queen of Hyrule, and commander of its army. Her Hyrule has been in turmoil for a while even before the war with Cia.

o Nickname ideas: General, Commander, Tactician.

o Fighting style: Best fighter. Can use all the weapons. Summon a bow or rapier of pure light magic. Strongest understanding of how the goddess magic works with weapons. Mostly fights as Zelda (basically her gameplay style), still uses her sheik disguise sometimes (ironically fights similar to smash bros sheik because of extensive sheikah training.) Lives on the battlefield.

o Current relationship to Link: They work seamlessly together in battle and are friends outside of it. They haven't actually known each other very long so it's awkward sometimes. She still has to occasionally remind him that she doesn’t need a title. If they were two kids in a village then they would probably date. But they are not, and things are complicated. Duty to the kingdom comes first.

o Random stuff: Best makeup. Amazing, if ruthless, politician. Best historian. Blunt. No time for crap. One of the best leaders doesn’t have the pure charisma to outdo warriors though. Resting B Face. 90% of soldiers are scared of her. Comes across as harsh, rude, cold. Really, she is just a bit awkward and hides behind a mask. Can’t do people, can do basically anything else. Minor prophetic magic.

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❖ Corresponding Link: Sky

o Age: Old teen/young adult. Older than Sky.

o Status: Technically the queen, but Hyrule hasn’t been founded yet. Officially goddess Hylia reincarnated. She doesn’t go around flaunting the title, but sometimes the memories of Hylia she gained will overwhelm her. Full goddess mode. Doesn’t stand for dark magic.

o Nickname ideas: Hylia, Sun, Swallow.

o Fighting style: trained at the academy and knows how to fight with a sword. Not a good fighter. massive bursts of power usually win her fights. Sometimes she can channel a little bit of her power, but usually, she just gets overwhelmed by all of it. General goddess magic, cannot channel through weapons. Thinks she does, but in fact, does not know her way around a battlefield

o Current relationship to Link: Do I need to explain? These two are head over heels. Sappy love birds all the way. Childhood friends. Everyone is surprised they're not engaged yet.

o Random stuff: More adventure-ready style to reflect working on founding Hyrule. Fierce and determined. Kind. But she will get her way. Struggles to balance her mortality and newfound divinity. Feels bad that Sky had to fight for her. Loves her bird. Beautiful singing voice. She is trying her best but is in fact very bad at being an adventurer. Good at sewing. Loads of people skills, working on leadership skills. Best with children. 6th sense type prophetic magic. (aka see a shot before it is taken, but not a coming calamity.)

That's it. Congrats on making it to the end. You get a cookie. 🍪

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Negan Imagine ~ Mistletoe

Summary: What could you need more in the depths of a snowy winter night than a big cup of hot chocolate and a kiss with Negan underneath a mistletoe?

Happy Holidays!

Small snowflakes were falling down the night sky, like tiny white stars that emerged from the darkness and swayed down to the freezing ground. You could watch the soft but icy breeze whirling through them from your spot on the platform far up at the Sanctuary’s side and see how it made them dance through the dark. Your cold hands were grasping the railing of the metal, it’s iciness even palpable through your gloves as you tried to keep watch of any abnormalities along the compound that should make you reach for the rifle by your side. But instead everything felt oddly silent. A part of you felt like you should cherish that moment of calmness in this mess of a world but it was far too cold outside for you to enjoy any of this all too much. You honestly couldn’t wait for the end of your shift that would allow you to get back inside and ultimately curl up in your warm bed. Maybe then you would be able to fully enjoy the sight of the snow, from the comfort of your own bed while you could descend into the imagination of a white Christmas, a Christmas far away from the dead und living threats out of these walls, regardless of how unrealistic that was. A sigh left your lips as you moved from foot to foot, trying to give yourself the illusion that it would help you and get your body a little warmer before the squeaking of the door behind you made you flinch. For a second, you thought it was the person who was about to take over and relieve you from this icy hell before the sound of a familiar, deep chuckle turned that thought right back around.

“Shit, it’s dick shrinking cold out here!”, he cursed, though there was still a bright grin on his lips as you turned around to him and watched him stepping onto the platform, two hot chocolates in his hands and Lucille squeezed between his arm and body to keep her from falling. “Thought I’d pay you a little surprise visit, guessed you could use something to get warmed up in this shit here”, he said, kicking the door shut behind him before he nodded toward your figure that was covered in a large, thick puffy coat that reached down to your calves, “Can’t imagine even all that stuff keeps ya cozy but-... I’m 100% certain I’ve never seen a cuter marshmallow.” “Ha-ha”, you said, sarcasm swinging in your voice even though you were cracking a wide grin as well as you looked down at yourself. “That was meant as a damn compliment! Now get your hot chocolate, Sweetheart”, Negan chuckled, holding one of the cups closer towards you and you didn’t need another invitation to reach towards them. A content sigh fell from your lips as you felt the warmth of the cup pressing into your palms, warming them through the cloth of the gloves. “Thank you, I could really use this”, you mumbled, moving the cup towards your lips to take your first sip. For a second you closed your eyes, relishing in the delicious and deep chocolate taste that filled your mouth and made you feel all warm and cozy for a moment. “Anytime, Sweetheart. Gotta make this shitty night shift at least a little better”, Negan said with a wink, taking a sip of his own hot chocolate before he quirked a brow at it,”Should’ve put so scotch or rum in here. Gotta think of that for the next time.” You let out a small chuckle, about to respond to him before another icy breeze brushed over your back and let a shudder run through you. “Ah crap, c’mere”, Negan said, raising his arm a little, enough for you to move a little towards him and feel him wrap his arm around your waist to bring you closer. A small, this time pleasant and warm, shudder ran down your back as you felt his touch even through the thick coat while you brought the cup back up to take another sip. “Warming up works better naked, y’know? Read that a while ago”, Negan chuckled throatily as he bumped his head softly against yours only to rise some heat in your cold body. “I guess so, but I’m sure you gotta be inside for that”, you mumbled with a chuckle, giving him a glimpse before you watched him perking up his thick brows. “Was that a suggestion? We could get inside and sneak up into my bed licking-split!” “Wow”, you chuckled, nudging him slightly with your elbow that only made him more ecstatic as he pulled you closer. You could feel that giddy but cozy feeling rising in you again, the same as you always felt when he was so close to you and you too the last bit of your hot chocolate to make you distract yourself from the effect he obviously had on you. “Ah fuck, I think we should get inside for real now, huh? Getting only colder now and that damn snow’s getting more dense”, Negan groaned, taking the last sip from his cup as well before he took yours and set them down onto the small, metal chair by the railing. “I mean, I really wanna get inside but there’s no one here yet to take over”, you said with a gulp, feeling how much you actually wanted to get inside with him before you saw Negan shaking his head. “That’s alright, won’t need you or anyone else up her tonight, snow’s getting so dense you can’t see shit...this is useless”, Negan mumbled, furrowing his brows as he stared into the dark for a moment before he moved to grasp Lucille and nodded towards the door with a wink,“C’mon let’s go warm up.”

You didn’t need any more persuasion than this to get yourself ready to leave this icy platform once for all. Cuddling yourself closer into your coat you watched Negan opening the thick metal door back up again, the dim light from the hallway streaming onto the platform while some of the buildings warmth gushed outside. “Well now would you look at that”, you heard Negan chuckle as he stepped inside, his glance looking right up above the door. You furrowed your brows, confused as to what made him react the way he did while you stepped closer. For a moment you guessed the emergency door light above the frame could have broken, as so many times before, but as you reached the door’s threshold and glimpsed up, your lips fell softly open in surprise. A mistletoe was dangling above you, a dark red bow wrapped around its top to keep it in place while it slowly started to dim on you as you watched Negan’s wolfish glance lowering down from the twig to your eyes. “Wonder how it got there, huh?”, Negan grinned, the look on his face speaking volumes while blood started to rush into your cheeks as you stared at him, a little startled and honestly unsure of how to react. There had been uncountable times your mind had run wild when you were just thinking of him, and you couldn’t deny of how much you craved to kiss him now and so many times before, but the situation got you honestly flustered for a moment. You started to try and shake the startled feeling off of you, trying to relax a little as you glimpsed up at the mistletoe for another second. “Yeah, wonder who put it up there”, you said, giving Negan a small grin as you looked back down, though you could still feel the nervousness holding tight onto you. “Now...would be a damn shame to break the tradition, right?”, he grinned as he stepped a little closer, while the howling of the wind outside echoing through the air and the cold breeze was still flowing into the hallway, even though you didn’t feel cold at all anymore, you felt like you were burning up. “I think it brings bad luck, can’t imagine anyone could want that”, he added with a brighter smirk as his hand reached up to get a soft grasp on your jaw but it slowly started to fade as he recognized the nervousness that was still plastered over your face. His thumb caressed softly over your check, a gulp travelled down his throat before his eyes met yours, not so wolfish anymore but rather soft. “We don’t have to do this though. I bet we’re can escape that bad luck by a hair’s breadth either fucking way”, he rasped with a small wink, even though he still stayed close to you, his eyes running over your face as if he was trying t o read your thoughts. You could barely escape his glance but when you did, your eyes dropped down to his lips, to the way you started to imagine them to feel like when they met yours and the excited feeling to finally feel him closer started to trump the startled feeling that was still lingering within you. Slowly, it got replaced by a warm one, one that urged you to take your chance and follow the feelings you’d obviously developed for him and allow them to run deeper. “I don’t think I wanna risk that”, it almost automatically slipped out of your lips, almost surprising yourself as much as Negan in these moments, even though you could see his face relaxing again before the grin moved back onto his lips. “Good”, it only fell from his lips, his voice unusually quiet, only a rasp in this moment as his other arm sneaked around you and pulled you closer against him. A shivering but excited breath fell from your lips as you felt leaning in, your arms moved to caress over his leather clad chest before you slowly closed your eyes.

Softly and almost feathery, his warm lips met yours, first careful as if he was trying test how you were responding to his touch. Your whole body started to tingle from one moment to another as you felt the sensation the surprising softness of his lips mixing perfectly with the roughness of his beard as they teased gently over yours. He still tasted like chocolate, his scent was as intoxicating as ever and you could feel yourself melting against him as his hand ran further to bury his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck and hold you close. His kisses started to grow more demanding as he could feel you leaning into him and heard you hum in satisfaction when he touched you, while the nervousness started to ebb away and you allowed him to carry you away with his kisses. The coldness of the air that was streaming through the door and the warmth of the hallway whirled around your bodies as he pulled you closer against his body, while your desire for him grew with each caress of his lips. Another small hum left your mouth as you felt his tongue teasing over your lower lip, just before he melted into you, his tongue caressing first softly against yours, then more demanding and hungry until your response let him groan faintly in pleasure. It felt familiar and new, comfortable and exciting, cozy and giddy at the same time and most of all, it felt natural to kiss him like you did, almost as if your body had only waited for this moment to finally happen. You didn’t want to break out of this little bubble he was creating around you, you wanted to stay right there in this spot and kiss him until the snow storm outside would stop and the sun would rise again but both of your bodies urge for new air urged you to slowly let go of one another. Your breath was unsteady and faster than usual as his lips dropped from yours, your legs were wobbly and your body was shaking in excitement, and just then it first started to dim on you what had actually just happened. It still seemed so unreal though, and a part of you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that you hadn’t just been dreaming. A sharp breath left your lips as Negan still kept you close, his rough fingertips still caressing through your hair as he leaned in to give your lips a surprisingly gentle peck before his forehead against yours. The warmth within you only got stronger as you cuddled closer against him, felt him relaxing against you before a small laugh fell from his lips as he nuzzled his head against yours. “I got a feeling this is gonna be the best fuckin’ Christmas ever.”

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