KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!
THE KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!
Hey fandom, it's been five months since we last had a decent kink meme going and anonymous cries for a new one have not gone un-heard.
THE SET-UP IS SIMPLE: Anonymously post a pairing (a threesome, a foursome, an orgy, etc) or a character and a kink in the comments of this post. It can be a personal ( Read more... )
Fuck me? Hell no, no, no.
It's fucking fuck you.
A brutal knee to the ribs makes Gokudera’s fingers twitch which makes the burn on his wrist sing. Oh how he’d love to blow something up in this asshole’s face. Bang. Bang. Bang. He can just picture a thousand angles and all with Hibari’s stupid-narrow-slits-for-eyes widening in surprise in that frozen millisecond before the blossoming roar of light and fire. So what if he’s too close? It’ll be worth getting his face burned off just to see it, just to be there to grab this rare chance by the throat. But his explosives are nothing more than ash in the wind because for the first time in years Gokudera’s run Dry. Dry. Dry. However the sacrifice is far from meaningless: Hibari’s own tonfa lay abandoned in the dirt, broken and dented.
When the dust cleared he couldn’t believe it either. Hibari just stared at the scrap metal in his hands before raising them slowly.
He hurled them to the ground. The hollow dead clang of steel ringing into the empty lot sent a shiver up Gokudera’s spine. Was it a spoiled child’s tantrum? Or a shark merely spitting out a chipped tooth?
He didn’t have time to think any further because Hibari was up in his face, his eyes burning and murderous and he’s got Gokudera’s hand in a death grip. The sudden breach of personal space made Gokudera freeze for a disastrous moment. Thought Hibari hated crowds. Hated people. Hated contact. Hated touching. Hated-
Finger tips trace his lips, too deliberate to pass off as a mere brush. They linger before the man delicately plucks his cigarette from his mouth-
Oh.
-and stubs it out on the inside of his wrist.
FUCK.
But he doesn’t scream, he can’t let himself utter a single hiss, not when Hibari’s deadpan stare is drilling into the depths of his own eyes. Watching. Measuring. Weighing. Judging. Like every shade of white his face turns, like every sharp intake of breath, like every fluttering blink is a sign of something. Something that affects some sick twisted equation in Hibari’s fucked up mind.
Realization strikes him like a deer caught in the headlights of a freight train when a smirk curls Hibari’s pale lips. A tongue darts out but wets them slow and it’s like a period to punctuate Gokudera’s death sentence.
He’s a herbivore no more in the eyes of Hibari Kyouya.
Hibari jerks him closer, he’s smiling like a razor. Gokudera’s wrist still stings with pain but he’s strangely calm before the inevitable clash.
He draws back his fist.
Really… fight or flight is a choice of luxury.
A fucking luxury, he will never have in this miserable lifetime.
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OMG THIS IS MY CRACK OTP. <3 I am not the requester but you have made my life!
I LOVE THIS. AND THERE'S NOT EVEN PORN YET. So amazing. <333333
I AM WAITING WITH HELD BREATH.
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Y PLZ.
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