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justporo · 7 months

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"You always meet twice in life!"

A few weeks ago I got a request for writing something with Tav being the scary, protective one of Astarion in a established relationship by @nyxiethesimp .

And I absolutely love the thought.

So have Tav losing it to protect Astarion when they Araj Oblodra, Astarion being like "hot damn" and enjoying his scary dog privileges. Also this will become a two part story with Astarion and Tav taking a muuuuch needed break after this.

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav

Warnings: Lots of swearing, graphic descriptions of violence, heavy spoilers

Wordcount: 2,6k

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You had finally made it to the Lower City of Baldur’s Gate. It had only been a handful of days since you had made it to the city but those had already been filled with way more events than you could possibly process in this short time span.

Your encounter with Astarion’s “siblings” had especially rattled you. Already you had been worried about entering the domain of Cazador. But seeing them, hearing about what it was that the vampire lord had planned from their mouths and Astarion hesitantly opening up about more atrocities he had suffered by the hand of Cazador Szarr had you on edge to say the least.

You were always hyper-vigilant – even more so than since all this had begun. You were barely getting any rest, always wanting to be on the lookout for Astarion. All you wanted was for him to be safe and sound and happy – tugged in with a nice blanket a teddy bear and a big smooch on the forehead.

Basically, if it had been possible, you would have shrunk him down and stuck him in your pocket, so he was always safe with you.

But since that sadly wasn’t an option, you had settled for taking every safety precaution possible, being on high-alert all the time and volunteering as his teddy bear: snuggling up close with him every night in your room at Elfsong Tavern and telling him how much you loved him.

It was safe to say, you both didn’t get a lot of sleep since fear and worries (not only about him but all your friends) kept you up most of all nights but at least you had each other.

Closing in on the lion’s den was only making it worse; also the fact that it actually was more than one den and more than one lion.

Today you felt that your fuse was especially short. Already you had barked at Shadowheart when she had been taking too long to get ready in the morning. And it must’ve been bad today because even Astarion had looked worried when he had softly touched your hand after you had thrown the door to Shadowheart’s room so violently the floorboards had shuddered.

“My love, as much as I love how strong and intimidating you can be”, he had said and softly taken your face in both his hands. “I don’t think screaming at the cleric will help us with any of our tasks. We don’t actually need more enemies against us. And I fear Shadowheart would make a formidable and very terrifying enemy.” Astarion’s brows had been deeply furrowed as he had angled his head and kept looking at you.

“I’m sorry, Astarion, I just-“

“No need to apologise to me, my love, I know how it burdens you to keep everyone safe.” Then he had softly and sweetly kissed you.

“You especially”, you had whispered between the kisses and made doe eyes at him. All of a sudden, the sleep deprivation and anxious feelings had you almost tear up – you were so exhausted.

“Oh my sweetheart”, Astarion had purred and tried to cheer you up with a smile but it hadn’t worked. “I hope you won’t forget to keep yourself safe, my heart.”

“You know I kind of suck at that, Astarion.”

“Good thing you have me to look out for you in turn then.”

A smile had crept back onto your face then and you had leaned in for another deep kiss when the door you had smashed only a short time ago opened up again and Shadowheart strode out.

“So, first you scream at me and then you make out just outside my room. Tav, as much as I appreciate you, you really need to get your hormones in check”, the cleric had declared while crossing her arms over her chest. Then she had went past without a word more but a sassy flip of her braid.

Then the party had started to make its way through the city: today’s mission was to scout out the Upper City, so you walked different streets today. Some of them were even new to you but Astarion certainly knew almost all of them.

Still in the Lower City you passed an inconspicuous looking house that became very suspicious once you heard a very loud explosion coming from it and a familiar drow came running out on the porch – Araj Oblodra.

Your eyes immediately narrowed, remembering how the last time had went, when you had had the absolute displeasure of dealing with her. Not only had her attitude been incredibly rude and teeth-grindingly arrogant in general, but the way she had treated Astarion was still making your blood boil. As if he was merely a thing to do her bidding, as if he had no own will or freedom.

Of course, what had come of that encounter had been sweet and lifechanging for you and Astarion, but you frankly could have done very well without it. Back then you had sworn to yourself that if you ever came to meet her again – or any other person who tried to hurt or simply disrespect your soulmate – you would make her pay if she hadn’t learnt her lesson.

And just seeing that arrogant face again made you want to claw her eyes out. Your face became an expression of disgust.

And sure as all Nine Hells: she spotted you and your group and a sort of malicious grin entered her face.

“Ah, what a coincidence, it is you, traveller. I was just experimenting with your blood – it is quite volatile and has allowed for many interesting experiments already.” She looked quite proud of herself – you wanted to retch.

“Why don’t you come in and let me show you what I’ve been working on. I could offer you more potions. If you were to offer me more of your blood of course.” Her grin grew and you could feel your stomach turn.

You threw your companion asking looks because you frankly had a very bad feeling, but… “I guess we could use everything we can get in the fight against the Absolute.” Gale who was standing behind you on the right voiced your thoughts exactly.

Astarion to your left growled at the wizard, making your head swing to him. He still had his teeth bared at Gale, but his gaze snapped to yours: “It’s your call, my love, I don’t want to see you hurt.”

His red eyes softened when he said that, and you were sure you could hear a quiet disgusted noise coming from Shadowheart.

You looked at him a moment longer. But Gale was right: you couldn’t actually pass up an opportunity that might present you with something useful for your task.

You sighed and turned around to the drow and slowly made your way up to her. She was grinning knowingly. Already you wished for nothing more than to wipe that smug look off her damned face.

You all followed her inside where she started to explain condescendingly what she had been doing with your blood as you stood there, arms crossed and your patience running thin.

Araj’s eyes kept wandering to your left where Astarion was standing. So you took a step back and casually grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his – clearly stating that she had to deal with the both of you.

When the drow saw your gesture, her face formed into a sneer and she interrupter her sentence: “Ah, I see you might’ve taken my wish and idea to get closer with your vampiric beau and made it your own. How thrilling!” You squeezed Astarion’s hand as you positioned yourself more squarely in front of the drow. The vampire tensed a little as the drow kept talking.

“The heart-stopping bloodsucker. I hope you’ve changed your mind – I mean since you’re obviously fond of the one neck already. My neck is yours, any time”, she finished and gave Astarion a look that would rather be meant for someone you wanted to get inside your bedroom and not someone you wanted to bite you. And it struck flaming hot jealousy into you.

“And I will be refusing until the end of time”, Astarion replied in a mocking high-pitched tone “I’m done bowing to the whims of others.” His tone deepened then, a growl almost laced with the words he let out through gritted teeth.

“Astarion, we can leave if you don’t want to be around her”, you offered him with a quick glance. His eyes darted from the drow to you and answering with a slight, quick smile. You could see that all others of your party also seemed more than displeased and tensed.

But before the vampire could answer you, Araj scoffed. “Pathetic weakling spawn – do you need your guard dog to protect you now?” Her lip was curled into a mean smile.

Something inside you snapped – the remaining string of patience that had been tense and worn thin for days if not weeks suddenly non-existing.

With lightning-quick reflexes you let go of Astarion’s hand and bolted towards the drow. Grabbing her by the collar and pulling her towards you until she was almost nose to nose with you.

“How many more times until you get it in your fucking head?”, you screamed at her and shook her violently. “He does NOT WANT TO BITE YOU AND HE NEVER WILL, YOU DAMNED BITCH!”

Your teeth were gritted and bared as you stared in the drow’s eyes wide with shock. You were absolutely feral, searing hot anger made your heart race as you clawed at Araj’s collar. It slowly cut off her air ways – you couldn’t care less.

No one was going to threaten or insult Astarion as long as you had a say in it – and certainly not this bitch. You dragged her in even closer and bared your teeth at her as she tried to get away from you. But you had the advantage of righteous and pent-up fury.

But a soft touch on your shoulder distracted you a bit, your hands loosened a little on the drow. “Don’t waste your breath on her, darling, she’s not worth it”, Astarion said directly behind you. “Let’s just leave, my love.”

Astarion, who usually delighted in people getting the sharp edge of your knife or an arrow to the eye from your bow, seemed a bit distraught by your sudden outbreak of violence. This was not exactly a behaviour he knew from you or expected from you.

“If I ever meet you again, I will fucking kill you”, you hissed at Araj and then slowly let go of her. You opened and closed your hands a few times to loosen your fingers again as you turned around and grabbed Astarion’s hand again who still looked – if not shocked, at least a bit surprised. He wasn’t used to people so aggressively taking his side and protecting him, although it had already been the second time you and him had denied the drow.

You heard Araj cough behind you from you almost strangling her.

The whole party had turned their backs to walk out the door again, when the drow spoke with a hoarse voice: “Pathetic low-life surface elves. Next time I’ll see you, I’ll bury a fucking stake in your vampire fuckboy’s HEART!” She screamed the last word.

That was it. You completely lost it. You whirled around and sucker-punched her with possibly the mightiest right swing you’d ever landed. The fluidity and acceleration of your graceful turn and motion towards the drow gave you the power you lacked in pure strength.

Your fist connected with Araj’s face who had absolutely no time nor means to avoid the hit. You struck her squarely on her nose and lips and you could hear her nose crack as her lip split and you probably knocked out a few teeth as well. The drow’s head was rocked back and connected with the wall she had been standing in front of. She was immediately knocked out and toppled to the ground as you groaned at the jolt of pain that had shot from your hand through your whole arm and upper body.

“You always meet twice in life, don’t fucking make it three times, you bitch”, you said as you shook her blood from your knuckles. The drow was alive but wouldn’t get up anytime soon.

Your friends were all stock-still and quite openly shocked at your display of violence. Even Astarion’s eyes had widened and he stared at you.

“I’m fucking done here”, you exclaimed and rushed outside while shaking your hurting hand. You threw Astarion a glance in passing and then stormed outside to cool your anger.

And as you threw the door close behind you, you were pretty sure, you heard Astarion mutter under his breath: “Well, mark me down as horny and scared.” And was that Gale agreeing with a shocked “hm-hm”?

You stood around aimlessly on the porch and carefully looked at your hand – your knuckles had split and were bleeding. Astarion strode outside after you – alone.

You looked from your hand to him. All your anger had disappeared now and had left you powerless and exhausted. Tears started streaming down your face.

“I’m sorry, I only wanted to protec-“, you started as you thought about the mess you had just created. But Astarion cupped your already wet face and kissed you with open lips.

That’s how you stood for quite some while. Astarion’s thumbs softly brushing away the tears from your eyes until they had dried up. After, when he had softly broken the kiss but kept holding your face he said: “There’s absolutely nothing to apologise for, my love. In fact, I cannot tell you how grateful I am for you to not only take my side but… uh… rather aggressively defending it.” His arms glowed with admiration and love and then he leaned in again to kiss you. You simply sniffled.

“Besides”, he said a few moments later when his lips left yours again and you had almost forgotten you were not alone in the world, “I mean it’s usually two men fighting to defend the honour of a woman, but I feel absolutely flattered that you’re out here knocking people out on my behalf. I would now definitely offer you my handkerchief with my initials embroidered into them as a token of my affection. And it was kind of – hot. Even the wizard thought so.” A huge grin split the vampire’s face and made you break out into a giggle.

As you moved to wipe away the last of your tears with the back of your hand, Astarion gasped a little. He quickly grabbed your injured hand and inspected it.

His thumb gently wandered over your knuckles as his brows kneaded together in worry and you hissed from the pain – looked like you’d hurt yourself more than you realised at first.

“Speaking of handkerchief – I’d really like to have one on my person right now to clean up your poor hand, my love, but I’m currently out.”

You simply replied with a soft mocking “aww” and made a face as Astarion kept carefully turning your hand over.

Then his head snapped up again and he watched you with a mischievous grin on his face: “That’s it, my love. I’m stealing you away for a day of rest and relaxation.” You immediately wanted to protest.

“Ah ah ah, my sweet, I won’t take no for an answer. You desperately need a break and I will get you this embroidered handkerchief as you are now my chosen champion to defend my delicate and precious honour”, Astarion said with a wink and a smile.

And then he kissed you again.

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haikyu-mp4 · 30 days

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Workplace romance

word count; 941 – f!reader, fluff

“The Schweiden Adlers ball is next weekend, I assume you know that,” you mumble to start off, already used to how Kageyama’s knee bounces repeatedly in what you could only assume was restlessness. “I just need to know who you will bring as a date. There will be paparazzi and I just want to make sure I have everything under control.” As you were speaking, you didn’t really look up at the man, simultaneously finishing off the notes from your previous meeting with Hoshiumi.

“A date?” Kageyama repeated back to you and you chuckled softly at his confusion, sparing him a glance.

You’re one of Schweiden Adlers’ PR managers, recently tasked with handling the three younger members, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hoshiumi Korai and Kageyama Tobio. They are all pretty sweet and you thanked the heavens every day that you didn’t end up as PR manager for the MSBY Black Jackals. “Yes, you get a plus one. You could also bring your mom or sister, that’s always good for your image. Alternatively, there’s no problem with going alone. Although that might call forth a different genre of headlines…” you rambled, doing your job and analysing the different options without even noticing how the young man was twiddling his thumbs in his lap nervously.

Kageyama was the one you spoke with the most from the team, as he was also the newest to this business. While the two of you would talk casually outside the four walls of your borrowed office all the time, you loved your job and preferred to stay stressed and professional while doing meetings. “But I could bring a date too? Someone I like?” he asked. For some annoying reason, his words made you stop writing and an icky feeling crept into your stomach.

“Of course, I just need to know who so that I can take the necessary precautions…” you answered, biting the inside of your cheek as if to force yourself to speak.

“Will you go with me?” he asked. Finally, ran through his mind as your eyes finally stilled where he could see them, staring right into his. Kageyama smiled nervously, hoping you would answer any second now. It’s a bit like the smile you finally coaxed out of him for those commercial photos. Oddly charming.

“You want to go with me?” you asked, wondering if you heard him correctly and straightening up in your seat. Hopefully, he couldn’t see your bright red ears.

“Yes,” he answered simply. No room for misunderstanding there, you suppose.

“That’s…” you couldn’t help the giddy chuckle you left in the air as you looked back down at all your messy notes. “Very unexpected.”

“Why? I thought I made it obvious that I like you,” he said, blunt as ever. Tobio felt like this should not be a surprise at all, as he made an effort to talk to you every time he saw you and even got you a box of milk on the days he knew you would be there in advance. Was his affection not obvious?

You’re full-on grinning like a madman now, burying your face in your hands to hide the blush on your cheeks. “I would love to go with you.” you finally declared, not responding to his blunt confession because you weren’t quite sure how to yet. “But I need to talk to some of our bosses and make sure it’s approved first. We wouldn’t want any scandals to plague your name,” you said, removing your hands from your face as you went halfway into work mode again. You flipped to a new page in your notebook and wrote down what information you needed. The smile was still stuck on your face and Tobio was happy to see it.

“Okay.” he agreed. There was still a sense of childish innocence to him that you really liked. “But I don’t want to go with anyone else,” he added as if that was just stuck in his mind.

“You should go back to practice, Tobio,” you said, using your softest voice to make sure he knew you weren’t trying to be dismissive. “If you stop by before you leave today, I will let you know how it’s looking after making some calls,” you told him, smiling as he got up.

“I will see you soon, then.” He bowed, about to leave when you spoke again.

“Tobio!” you called, pursing your lips and considering your next words before they just spilt from your lips. “I like you too.”

Kageyama walked back to practice with a happy smile, making Hoshiumi frown at him as if it was the creepiest thing he had ever seen. Meanwhile, you were in your office kicking your feet and punching the air in joy before taking a deep breath to start making those calls without giggling.

He stopped by after practice, like he promised, knocking on the door and walking in with a hopeful spark in his eyes. You told him how this might play out so he would be prepared for any potential consequences, but could still happily inform him that you would be going with him to the event.

And boy were your assumptions right. The headlines questioning whether or not this was appropriate were simply unavoidable. However, it only took one press conference to quiet it down.

“She’s very sweet, I really like her. It would make me sad if we could not be together just because she also works with keeping me and my teammates out of trouble,” he said softly, making the reporters coo and the headlines turn from Volleyball manager: Inappropriate moneygrabber to Living our fantasies: Kageyama’s workplace romance.

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madman479r · 7 months

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Jaune knew he messed up when he received a 'D' on his latest Grimm studies test, but could you blame him?! Port just droned on about his glory days and Jaune had been more focused on bettering his combat abilities, he didn't mean for his Grimm studies grade to slip.

But Glynda wasn't having any of it, when she called him to her office he knew what was coming. "Mr. Arc, you are a bright student, you have no reason to be receiving grades as low as a 'D'," Glynda lectured as she pushed up her glasses. Since it was just the two of them Glynda could refer to him as Jaune but when he was in trouble it was 'Mr. Arc'.

"Sorry Glynda," Jaune apologized. "Professor Port's lectures are so boring." He tried to excuse himself but her narrowed eyes told him where he went wrong. "I- I mean! I apologise, Professor Goodwitch. I-it won't happen again!" He even sat more rigid in his chair.

Glynda held her stern gaze for a moment before she sighed and pushed her glasses back up. She had heard this excuse before, but that didn't make it any more valid. (And secretly she couldn't fault them about Port. The man just loved to hear himself talk!)

"Mr. Arc, you may not be our best student but you show the most progress and in such a short time. You show you can become an exceptional student and huntsman with the right guidance and training, but that does not excuse you from your shortcomings." Glynda lectured.

She then took a softer tone, also lowering her voice a bit, as if not wanting to risk anyone outside her office from hearing what she was about to say next.

"And despite our relationship, I will not hesitate to fail you if you allow your grades to slip. You need to work on your studies just as much as your combat if you want to become a Huntsman, Jaune." Glynda said.

Jaune and Glynda had been secretly dating for a while now. She honestly didn't expect to ever do such a thing as have a romantic relationship with one of her students yet Jaune just did things to her, made her feel things she couldn't be without. She had originally been against it but eventually relented when he made it clear that he did in fact love her and that he would never betray her trust by telling anyone of their relationship. He wasn't trying to gain an advantage or brag about being with her, he just wanted to be with her because he liked her. And she found it hard to resist such a heartfelt confession.

Now they were dating in secret, which meant Glynda had to take certain precautions to avoid suspicions from other faculty or students. Which was why she had him come to her office when they met. It wasn't the most comfortable of settings but it was the safest.

"I understand, Glynda." Jaune said, relaxing a smidge, he knew he wasn't out of the woods but hearing her use his first name meant a good sign... right?

Glynda gave him a stern look, but her eyes softened ever so slightly. "Good." She then stood up and walked over to the window, looking out as if contemplating what to say next. "But..."

Jaune tensed up at the single word, but he waited for her to continue.

"Drspite... us, I must discipline you." Glynda said as she turned her gaze back to him. Her eyes bore into his, making sure he didn't try to squirm away from her words. "You need to realize how serious your grades are."

Jaune gulped, not liking where this was going. He did like it when Glynda took charge of things, but not when she used her position on him. "Yes, Glynda."

Glynda stood from her desk and headed for the door that went deeper into her office. "Follow me if you would, Mr. Arc." She instructed.

Jaune reluctantly stood from his chair and followed Glynda. The two went through the second door to what looked like a living space. The Professors of Beacon would sleep in Beacon grounds and so had a living room with a bedroom, bathroom and small kitchen. Jaune had been here before, he had come over many occasions and not just for sex, but to watch a movie or snuggle up with Glynda. He enjoyed those times but he wasn't sure where this was going to take him.

Glynda guided Jaune to her bathroom and told him to stay inside while she fetched something and closed the door, leaving Jaune in the bathroom by himself.

Jaune didn't really have any idea what Glynda was planning, but he figured it had something to do with his punishment.

A few moments later Glynda opened the door and came inside carrying a small box and two... energy drink cans?

"Glynda? What are those?" Jaune asked.

Glynda placed the box down on the sink counter and opened one of the cans. "A special drink. It's quite popular among students." She said before offering him the can.

Jaune eyed the can before looking back at Glynda. "And these are to help me study?"

Glynda smirked at his skepticism. "Just drink it." She ordered. "both of them, drink every single drop."

Jaune took both cans from her and took a swig with each, downing both with some effort. He could taste the fruity flavoring, one of them tasted of mango, but something else was in there, something different. "What's in these?"

"Don't worry about it, just keep drinking." Glynda said as she pushed him to drink more.

Jaune shrugged, if she said it was safe... he did finish the rest of the cans, though he found them difficult to swallow, he felt the contents sliding down his throat and into his stomach.

"Good. Now since it's Sunday you won't have any classes today and I've informed your team that you're in detention so you won't have to worry about them. I will leave the room and once I have, you will open the box and then read the text on the drinks. Then I will text you your instructions." Glynda said as she took the cans from his hands and set them in the box before taking it with her as she left the bathroom.

Jaune waited until he heard Glynda's scroll unlocking the bedroom door, before he turned his attention to the two cans. He picked one up and examined it. It was a plain black can, the only thing that stood out was the label that said 'BUST' with a subtitle that said 'Energy Drink'. One can was a faint red with 'original flavour' while the other was Orangey-yellow with 'Mango flavour.' He didn't know what the drink did, but he figured Glynda wouldn't give him anything dangerous... right? He took the can of original and began to read the contents of the red can.

Jaune read the text once, twice and three times before his mind clocked on to what it was saying. It increased stamina and libido? What the hell? Jaune already had incredible stamina and libido should how would this affect him? Would it increase it or just not do anything?

Wait, why would Glynda give him a drink like this in the first place?! Jaune quickly began to read the rest of the text on the back or the drink where it said 'Potential Side Effects'

CAFFINE RUSH Drinker may enter a horny frenzy, causing them to lose control or their actions.

'PRE-HEATED OVEN' Drinker experiences heightened fertility or virility, emitting strong pheromones that may attract nearby individuals.

'SENSORY OVERLOAD' The body becomes sensitive to the touch, causing the drinker to cum on a hair trigger.

What the fuck?! Jaune reached for the Mango can and read it.

BACKED UP Excessive production causes testicles to become engorged, often to the point of hindered movement.

IDLE LEAKAGE causes frequent drainage and ejaculation even when not stimulated

HEAVY CREAM Causes the drinker's semen to become extremely thick, increasing the chance or back-up.

Jaune's eyes bulged out of his head as he read what the effects of the drink were. That's why she had him drink both! One increased his libido and the other increased his size and how much he could cum! Jaune then looked into the box to see a bottle of lube and a pocket pussy with a hole on both ends, meaning his cock would poke out through it.

Oh god, how much planning did she put into this?! He didn't have to wait long for her answer. His scroll pinged, indicating he received a text message. He opened it up to see the message was from Glynda.

'Open the box and use the contents to pleasure yourself. I want you to masturbate until you cum and cum as much as you can, fill the bath with as much as you can.'

Jaune was shocked by Glynda's instructions but he couldn't deny they sent a shiver down his spine and straight to his cock which made him notice how it started to feel weird, a good weird. He looked down and saw it was growing hard. It wasn't his first boner, but it felt... bigger. His erection strained against his pants and it almost seemed like it was swelling up. He then noticed how his balls were starting to swell up too. His balls were getting bigger, swelling up like his cock, the bulge in his pants looked like it was growing outwards and upwards. Jaune felt himself grow hot under his skin, his heart raced and breathing increased. It was getting hot, too hot for clothes. Jaune practically tore off his clothes as his cock burst from his pants like a wild animal from a cage. He couldn't resist anymore, he needed to touch himself.

But before he could, he received another text from Glynda.

'I figured you won't need it, but some... encouragement may help.~' her text read and was followed by a picture that made Jaune nearly cum at the image alone.

Jaune was so distracted by the picture that he didn't notice his body grow hotter and his cock growing even bigger. He could feel it throb in his hand, demanding him to stroke it.

Jaune had no more restraint left.

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Glynda made her way back to her personal quarters, feeling a small pit of excitement in her stomach, feeling like a child on the night before Christmas, as she wondered how Jaune was doing. It had been three hours since she left him to his punishment.

Glynda had secretly always wanted to try something like this. Ever since she had come across the images and videos of girls being covered in cum, she wanted to try it but for how much cum she wanted to be doused in, that would have to involve more than one man and Glynda was no such woman.

She had resigned herself to never experiencing such a thing, that was until she slept with Jaune. Jaune had an impressive cock, one that would rival pornstars and his was completely natural! And his cum shots, oh! They would cover Glynda just how she envisioned. But she wanted more, just being stained and covered with it wasn't enough now. She wanted to lay in it, be surrounded in it, have a bath tub filled with cum!

And it seems her prayers were answered by Bust energy drink. Like she said, Jaune already had a massive set of balls with lots of cum stored in them but with the added effects of the drink then she'd finally live out her fantasy.

The thought alone made her wet, but she didn't want to ruin her underwear or her dress so she resisted touching herself.

The blonde professor made her way back to her living quarters, she could hear Jaune through the walls, moaning and groaning. It sounded like he was in pain but she knew better, his body was getting used to the effects of the drink so he was feeling sensitive to the touch. Glynda felt her pussy moisten as she thought of Jaune's hands, his lips, his tongue... and his cock! Oh, she was going to ride him to exhaustion.

But first she needed to make sure he was still doing as she instructed. So she unlocked the door and made her way inside her personal quarters, immediately heading towards the bathroom. She opened the door and her nose was immediately assaulted by the pure smell of cum and sweat. The musky scent filling her lungs. Her eyes were wide as they looked at the scene before her.

Jaune was standing hunched over the tub as he mindlessly stoked his rock hard erection. His balls hung heavy between his legs, swollen and bloated with all the cum they contained. The bath was full to the brim with cum, nearly overflowing with the white substance. Jaune's dick was also covered with the viscous fluid, his hand pumping furiously as he tried to milk himself dry, even though it was clear there was plenty more to shoot out.

"Mmmph! C-Cumming!" Jaune grunted before his cock erupted with more semen, shooting more thick ropes of cum into the bath tub, adding to the large volume that was already inside.

Glynda's eyes were glued to Jaune's cock as she watched it erupt again and again, each time sending more and more cum into the tub. His balls twitched and spasmed, churning and producing more of the hot sticky seed. Glynda couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight, the musk of cum filling her nose. It was just like she imagined and more.

"Huff... huff..." Jaune panted as his orgasm subsided, his cock still hard and ready to go, but even he could tell he was starting to feel sore from the excessive amount of masturbation he had been doing.

"It looks like you're finally done, Mr. Arc." Glynda said with a smile.

Jaune's eyes snapped open and his head whipped around to see Glynda standing in the doorway. "G-Glynda!"

"Yes, it's me. Did you- mmph!" Glynda was cut off by Jaune as he pulled his girlfriend towards him, her body flush against his as he smashed his lips against hers, their tongues immediately intertwined in a passionate kiss.

Glynda moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Jaune's neck and pulling him in closer as their lips danced with each other. She could feel his hard erection poking against her stomach and she rubbed herself against it, grinding against his shaft as it leaked precum onto her dress.

Jaune was completely lost in the heat of the moment, his mind hazy with lust as he kissed Glynda, his hands roaming her body. They made their way up her back, down to her butt, squeezing her soft cheeks, eliciting a moan from her, and then moving to her front, groping her breasts through her dress. He pulled away enough for his cock to drop to Glynda's crotch and pushed it forward. Due to Glynda still wearing her clothes he couldn't slip into her drenched velvet pussy, instead the hard cock managed to hike up her skirt and rubbed itself between the smook creamy skin of her thighs.

Glynda gasped in pleasure as Jaune thrust his hips back and forth, grinding himself against her. The feeling of his cock sliding against her fabric covered entrance was driving her wild with desire. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as he humped her. "Mmm! That's a good boy." Glynda cooed into Jaune's ear.

Jaune sped up his pace, his hands massaging her breasts, pulling her top down and freeing them from her dress so he could play with her nipples. He pinched and squeezed her rock hard nubs, causing her to gasp out in pleasure, her back arching forward.

Glynda's body tensed up as Jaune played with her tits. She could feel his cock throbbing between her legs, the thick rod pulsing with each beat of his heart. The sensation of having his shaft rubbing against her slit was almost too much for her to bear.

"Glynda!" Jaune cried out and the head of his cock shot out another thick load like a bullet from a gun, the sound of the jizz splashing into the already full tub reminded Glynda of what she wanted to try out in the first place.

And it seems Jaune was ready to fall into a coma. He could normally last for many rounds but the constant cumming drained the energy from him. "G-Glynda... I'm... I'm sorry, i-i can't..." Jaune began.

Glynda gently held Jaune's cheek and gave him a soft, loving kiss on the lips. "It's okay, my love. You've done exactly what I wanted. Go rest on my bed, while I take a dip." Glynda looked at the cum bath and bit her lip, an electrical shiver ran up her spine.

Jaune was thankful his girlfriend was feeling merciful and made his way to Glynda's bed, his legs feeling like jelly. He felt like he had run a marathon and then some. It was a struggle just to make it to the bed, his cock still hard and leaking precum.

Glynda watched Jaune stumble over to her bed before she turned her attention back to the full tub. She smiled to herself, a wicked little grin on her face. She quickly removed her clothes, tossing them into the pile with Jaune's own garments, until she was completely naked. Though Glynda wrapped her hair up in a towel to keep it from getting messy, after all it was a hassle to clean cum from hair.

She stepped up to the edge of the tub and looked down at the swirling white pool of semen.

"Oh, Jaune. You've really outdone yourself." Glynda said as she dipped her finger into the hot sticky seed. She brought it to her lips and tasted it, her eyes rolled back into her head as she savored the flavor. "Mmm... delicious." Glynda moaned as she licked her lips, tasting Jaune's cum. She knew she would have to thank him later for this.

Glynda stepped into the tub and slowly lowered herself into the white sea of sperm. The hot, sticky liquid engulfed her body as she sunk down into it. It was almost like being submerged in a warm, gooey, jello-like substance. Her skin tingled as it made contact with the thick fluid. The feeling of Jaune's cum surrounding her made Glynda's body tingle all over.

She took a deep breath and submerged herself beneath the surface until it reached her collar bone. Letting the sticky seed wash over her, covering every inch of her body in the hot sticky substance.

"Ohh! This feels so good." Glynda moaned as she lay back, laying in the pool of cum. She rubbed her hands all over her body, her skin tingling from the sensation. She massaged her breasts, playing with her nipples and pinching them between her fingers as she let out soft moans of pleasure. She slid her hand down her stomach, running it down her smooth, flat stomach until it reached her pussy.

She traced her finger along her slit before slipping it inside her folds, pumping it in and out of her tight cunt. She could feel the cum clinging to her fingers, making the act of fingering herself easier, it felt like she was pushing the cum into her depths. She pumped her finger in and out of herself, adding another as she pleasured herself, her other hand continued to play with her breast, squeezing and groping her soft mound of flesh.

Glynda moaned loudly, her voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be covered in Jaune's cum, surrounded by it as she laid in the hot sticky liquid. It made her feel so dirty, like a dirty, filthy slut.

Glynda continued to finger herself, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy as she played with her tits. She moaned and groaned as she pleasured herself, her body tingling all over from the feeling of being covered in Jaune's cum.

"Oh, Jaune. This is soooo good!" Glynda moaned out as she arched her back, pressing her hand against her tit. Her fingers worked faster, thrusting in and out of her pussy with greater fervor as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. Her orgasm was approaching fast, the feeling of Jaune's cum all over her body heightening the sensations she was feeling.

She could feel her body tensing up, her muscles starting to tighten as her orgasm neared. She bit her lip as her body writhed and bucked. Her hips thrust upwards as her thighs squeezed together, trapping her hand between her legs.

"Aaaahhh!" Glynda cried out as she came, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her mind went blank and her vision became blurry as she orgasmed.

She gasped for air, her chest heaving as she panted. She looked down at herself and saw her skin covered in Jaune's cum. The sight of it caused her to shudder, sending shivers down her spine.

"Ahhh... that was amazing." Glynda sighed as she laid back in the tub, letting the warm liquid envelop her, she brought her hand out of the liquid, seeing it slick with both her fluids and Jaune's and licked it clean.

"Delicious." Glynda smiled.

She'd need to clean herself with a good shower when she was done, and it would be an issue to get rid of the thick cum and clean the tub but that was an issue for the future, for now she could relax.

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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I wish people would write more soft romantic fics like you do, you write it really well!

Thank you bbygrl lemme give u a kiss <3 here's round two

"Hopelessly Devoted To You"

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Summary: The RDA has a capacity issue and the recom's have been kicked out of their accommodations. When Quaritch says you're sharing a room with Lyle, it seems to bother him. You don't understand why so you confront him and eventually one thing leads to another and he's confessing his love to you.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, little bit of angst, fingering, oral f. receiving, dirty talk, bad language, penetration, bonding (tsaheylu), arguing

Word Count: 6137

"Hopelessly Devoted To You" (From Grease) - Olivia Newton-John

The RDA was recently having a little space crisis. A new spaceship of workers arrived on Pandora this morning and they were struggling to find accommodation for them.

They were behind in building plans of expanding Bridgehead City and were now facing the consequences.

While the recom team was one of the most important muscles of this entire place, the RDA still prioritised their human workers and we found out the hard way.

After a long day of training and exploring the jungle, we came back to find our bags packed and in the hallway outside our rooms. As you can imagine, Quaritch wasn't having it one bit and he let all his rage out by yelling at Ardmore.

She got so pissed she threatened to have us all start sleeping outside because we need twice as much space and different air.

That shut Quaritch up because he wasn't going to have his best team sleep outside on Pandora.

Luckily Ardmore didn't let her conflict with the Colonel influence her decision of where we sleep too much. She let us take rooms which were located further away from the centre of Bridgehead and we were on our way there right now.

The recom team walked through hallways, jet runways and large storage facilities to reach the specialised rooms. Quaritch was leading the way while we all followed. I walked with slumped shoulders, dragging my bag behind me. Z dog yawned and it made me drop my head and yawn too.

I noticed how others would always take precautions when we passed. Sure we were 3 times their normal size but it was a little silly. Then again I enjoyed walking past them, knowing everyone except people like Ardmore are intimidated by us. Maybe she is too.

Finally, the exhausted team arrived at the Na'vi-designed rooms, filled with Pandora's air.

We stopped and the Colonel turned around and sighed, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket.

I leaned against a wall, dropping my bag by my feet and closing my eyes for a few seconds.

"Alright squad, listen up." The Colonel spoke and I opened my eyes, trying to give him all the attention I had left.

"I hate to do this to you, especially after such a rough day..."

I hold my breath, eyes opening a little more just to make sure I'm hearing him properly. Oh god, bad news. Did some of us have to sleep outside? I would rather take the hallway.

"But since we are dealin' with a space problem-" he sighs, taking a deep breath to break the news to us.

"...some of you are sharin' rooms."

My eyes widen, but I am a little relieved that we are not sleeping outside or that our rooms don't have a roof or a mattress.

"Because my day has been as bad as yours I picked the names at random. Alright startin' with..." Quaritch spoke, naming soldier after soldier and whether they shared a room or whether they were alone and also which room they had.

Everyone's name had been called up except Lyle and me. While others were already walking off and high-fiving, Lyle and I waited with perked ears.

And yes we both noticed the way the Colonel avoided eye contact with us. It made me dread to hear the words he was about to say.

He sighed, pinning his ears back and re-reading his list again.

"Wainfleet. Y/N. You're sharin' a room." He said, glancing at us for a split second before grabbing his own bag. Of course, he had his own room

I just blankly stare at him for a few seconds. But it’s not such a big deal to me. I didn’t really mind.

Lyle however didn’t seem happy and I wasn’t sure whether I should make fun of his silly behaviour or whether I should be offended.

Lyle was looking at the Colonel as if head lost his mind.

“Sir- sir! You can’t be serious.” he said, calling after Quaritch who was retreating to his own room.

“Very serious Corporal.” Quaritch said, getting his keys without even looking at Lyle. I’m just standing there and watching. I had the keys in my hand but I wanted to see what Lyle was doing.

“But-”

“We’re on a deadly planet here Wainfleet. If your biggest concern is sharin‘ a room with one of your most trusted soldiers, I’m gon’ start thinkin’ you ain’t suitable for this mission.” Quaritch warned, turning to Lyle and glaring at him.

That did it, that shut him up.

Quaritch stared him down for a few seconds before giving me an apologetic nod and going into his room, leaving Lyle standing outside in silence.

I shrug it off, walking down the hall to find our room number. It’s not that far down and I reach it quickly, taking the small keys I was given and unlocking it. I can feel Lyle watching me but I don’t want to say anything to him.

Was I so bad to share a room with? Does he secretly hate me that much?

I heard him pick up his own bag and follow me while I had unlocked the room, flicking the light switch on.

It really wasn’t a nice room but I didn’t complain, walking inside.

Lyle arrived at the door.

“Wow, what a shithole.” he mumbled, looking around before closing the door behind him. I don’t answer.

I enter what is meant to be the bedroom and freeze. This was going to be complicated.

Lyle walked up behind me and was met with the same sight.

“No fuckin’ way.” he groaned out in frustration while both of us looked at the double bed.

“I could kill the Colonel right now.” he muttered, seeming very agitated. Lyle was starting to already get on my nerves.

“I don’t think so.” I mumble, walking to one side of the bed and putting my bag next to it.

He picked up my words and noticed the tone I used.

“What’s up with you? You on your period or somethin’?” he asked and I rolled my eyes. No fucking way did he just ask me that.

“No, you moron.” I answer a little louder this time while unzipping my bag. Lyle stays standing where he is.

“What then?” he asked, completely oblivious to how he’s been complaining.

“Is it such a big deal to share a room?” I ask, putting my hands on my waist while my ears are tipped back, clearly showing my annoyance. His own ears flatten when he realises I’m mad at him.

“Am I that bad?” I ask, looking at him before returning to unpack my clothes.

Lyle looks dumbstruck for whatever reason.

“No, no of course not it’s not that.” he says, trying to save himself but I’m already pissed.

“What is it then?” I snap back and he seems taken aback by my words.

“Oh right, you’re not mature enough to share a fucking room.” I add with a scoff and now he looks mad too. But he doesn’t say anything.

“Don’t talk to your superior like that.” he says after a minute and I almost laugh.

“Yeah right, superior my ass you’re not suitable to be a Corporal if you can’t grow the fuck up.”

I did feel like I was crossing the line with my words a little but I couldn’t seem to stop. My bag is thrown from the bed by me and I grab my toiletries and towel to go shower. I can’t even look at him he’s gotten me so mad.

Lyle stares me down when I walk past him and into the shower, quickly closing and locking the door behind me.

Not even five minutes in and I needed a break.

….

I sigh, taking in a deep breath before putting my hand on the door handle of the bathroom.

Lyle and I had an odd relationship and it seemed to always change. Sometimes we avoided each other. Other times it felt like we were the best of friends. Once, I thought I felt a connection with him and genuinely thought he might end up being my boyfriend. That’s how much has happened between us. We never did anything. The highest point of things we’ve done together was hugs and flirting. I fell asleep on him once too, but that was it.

During the flirting phase, he once looked at me like I was all that mattered to him. A look you would see in movies with eyes twinkling and all that. I thought I was in love with him but the next day, he went back to barely acknowledging me and we started from the beginning of the cycle again.

A week ago, we were at the close friends stage once again and I was happy around him. When Quaritch announced the rooms I thought Lyle and I would high-five each other too but seems like he had other plans.

My heart is racing as I try to collect myself before stepping outside. I open the door and walk out in my so-called pyjamas. It was a pair of shorts and a loose old shirt which… actually used to belong to Lyle.

He’s laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling but his head tilts over to me when I exit the steamy bathroom.

“Took ya long enough.” he said and his tone was no longer annoyed. But damn did his sentence still annoy me.

“Miss me that bad?” I ask, surprising myself with the words that slipped from my mouth. I wanted to actually throw an insult at him but this worked too I guess.

He seems to be amused by what I said and rolls to his side to look at me, who has walked to my side of the bed again.

“Maybe… Buttercup.” he replies and I can tell he was thinking about whether he should risk calling me that or not.

I glare at him, flattening my ears back again before I return my attention to packing away the shit I took out before.

“Oh come on, you used to like me callin’ you that.” he said and I took a deep breath to control myself and not snap at him. He was so confusing it frustrated me. Suddenly, he hates me and now it’s as if he’s forgotten how he was complaining before.

“Yeah, back when you weren’t a dick.” I say. Oops, maybe the self-control faltered for a split second.

Lyle’s ears perked up. He was surprised by my mouth again.

“When did I become one?” he asks with a small chuckle. Great, now he thinks it’s funny.

“Maybe when you decided that I was such a bitch you can’t share a room with.” I say, turning my head over my shoulder but not looking at him.

“Or when you don’t talk to me the day after we were finally having fun together again.”

Lyle stays quiet while I just angrily refold my clothes. I hear the bed creek and Lyle get up and somehow I secretly hope he is walking to me to give me a hug. If he would I would probably break down.

But no, I hear him gather his things and he leaves the room, closing the bathroom door behind him with a thud.

“Sure, just walk away. Not like I matter to you.” I mumbled under my breath. I was feeling all sorts of emotions and to be completely honest, if I were completely alone right now I would just cry myself to sleep.

Mainly because I was angry and when I get angry my eyes tear up. I was sad because he didn’t treat me like the friend I was to him but I was also sad because… I don’t think I want to just be his friend anymore. I was attracted to Lyle and I hated myself for it.

Every time we got close and he pushed me away again, I swore to myself that that would be the last time it happens. But each time he comes back and is all friendly and kind again, I can’t help but accept him.

I sit on the bed with my legs and arms crossed while in deep thought, listening to the running shower water coming from the bathroom.

The door opens minutes later and Lyle steps out. I snap out of my thoughts and glance at him.

He’s just wearing the loose shorts that he sleeps in. His torso is bare and speckled in water droplets.

I rip my gaze from him, not wanting him to see but Lyle smirked to himself because he noticed my lingering eyes.

I stared down at my feet as Lyle sat on the bed next to me.

He too was thinking and then his ears perked forward as he thought of an idea. Teasing you or doing things to get you to laugh were good ways of getting your attention and having you talk to him.

He wasn’t good at starting conversations so he needed you to talk, even if it was scolding him. He was able to mostly turn the conversation in a positive direction but it had to start.

He picked up his dirty sock and tossed it to you.

I saw the sock fly towards me and it landed on my legs. Immediately I sat up, grimacing a little. It wasn’t disgusting because the sock was only a day old and it didn’t look dirty but I wanted him to know I didn’t think it was funny.

“Ew Lyle, why would you do that?” I complain, scrambling to my feet.

“Do what?” he asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

I snatch the sock from the bed, grabbing for my bag to get my own dirty clothes and throw the whole pile on him but I only now notice it's gone.

“Wha- where’s my-” I start before my head shoots to Lyle who is avoiding eye contact. He didn’t expect such a reaction and he was a little scared of what you would do now.

“Lyle I swear to god-” I start almost shouting while I stomp over to his side of the bed. I can see my bag hidden next to his nightstand and I want to go and grab it back. I throw the sock back on him but suddenly he is scrambling up to his feet and he’s in my way.

“Wait Y/N-” he says and his hands reach for me but I dodge them as if they were sharp and take steps back. The last thing I needed was him holding or touching me. I would as I said break down. His arms found mine but I wriggled it out of his grasp with fast movements.

Quickly I start walking away and retreating back to my side but Lyle is quicker and when I reach the foot of the bed his arms encircle my body, preventing me from taking a step further.

They tighten and wrap around my middle, pulling me against him. I freeze in my movements and all the muscles in my body tense.

I can’t give in. It’s happened too many times.

He’s holding me against him while I keep my eyes clenched closed.

“Y/N I’m sorry…” he softly says, his breath fanning against the skin near my ear.

I shakily exhale after hearing his words, turning my head away from him. He can see how much I’m fighting him.

“I know I’ve been an idiot.” he says and I fight the urge to aggressively nod. Instead, my ears once again strain all the way back and my tail stops moving.

“Please talk to me.” he almost whispered and I picked up a hint of sadness in his voice.

His arms loosened around my waist and fell to his sides. I turned around and took a step back to create at least a little bit of distance between us.

Lyle watches me, finally letting us lock eyes. His gaze softens when he notices how glossy mine have become.

“Why do you do it?” I ask, internally cursing myself when my voice becomes shaky.

He knows exactly what I mean because he looks away in shame. I’m helplessly staring at him, needing to hear some kind of answer.

Lyle sighs before speaking. “I was trying to keep things professional…” he says and his voice is now gravelly.

“Professional? By constantly pushing me away?” I ask, trying to make sense of it all. Then again I was glad he was such a forward and bold person. He wouldn’t usually dance around things, he says what’s on his mind.

His sad eyes meet mine and his look answers my question with a yes.

“You heard the Colonel. You’re one of our best soldiers. I don’t wanna screw it up for either of us.” he says. I don’t know how to answer that.

“You’re one of my… best soldiers.” Lyle adds. This cheesy asshole. Somehow it‘s working.

“How would our friendship ever screw it up?” I ask, thinking he’s talking about us being friends.

He gazes deep into my eyes as if he were searching for something to tell him I didn’t mean what I just said.

“It wouldn’t be the friendship doin’ that.” he faintly replies. There it is again. That look. He’s doing it right now, looking at me with big eyes as if I were everything in the world. It’s making my heart warm up and my knees weak.

“Lyle, what are you talking about?” I ask, wondering whether he means what I’m thinking.

He straightens his posture a little, looking up at the ceiling for a second to steady himself in reality before taking a deep breath and locking eyes with me again. He seems to zone out a little while staring at me.

“I’m so in love with you…” he whispers. His ears droop and his body slumps a little in defeat. As if he too has been trying to fight the feeling and deny it but now it’s won and he told you.

I just stare back at him and my lips part in an attempt to say something but no words come out. His words shock me but I can tell by the way he is looking at me that he means them.

“I’ve been trying to hide it but every time I do that I can see it hurts you,” he continues talking, confessing all his feelings to me and somehow I am grateful for that because I am currently speechless.

“And I don’t want to be doin’ that anymore. I want this,” he says, pointing between him and me “to be more than just friends.”

“I’m sorry…” he adds when my silence becomes unbearable for him. “I just needed you to know.”

His gaze flickers between me and the ground. Lyle is clearly nervous and his anxiety is eating him from the inside out right now while he awaits my response.

He’s expecting a clear rejection because he thinks you only want to be friendly with him.

“You moron.” I say in disbelief with a scoff. Lyle flinches a little at my words, now fully staring at the ground.

All the worrying and crying I’ve gone through, all because he was suppressing his feelings for me.

“I thought you hated me.” I say and a look of confusion floods his sad face.

He looks up at me with a glimpse of hope and when I reach for his dog tag and pull him down a little, his eyes widen and his ears perk up.

I pull him to me, eliminating the space between us and pressing our lips together.

For a few seconds, Lyle doesn’t move. It hasn’t fully loaded in his head yet that I’m kissing him.

Once he replays what just happened, he deepens the kiss and his arms are once again around me, pressing me right up against him.

We pull away and just stare at each other. A huge smile finally brightens Lyle’s face and he’s laughing. It makes me smile too.

“No fucking way.” he says, looking at me in disbelief. “You’re into me?” he asks, suppressing another laugh. He needs one last confirmation before he can feel relieved from the stress.

“I know, it’s bad.” I say with a grin, teasing him.

“Come on, just say it properly so I know.” Lyle pleads.

I take a deep breath. “Corporal Lyle Wainfleet, my attraction to you has been the cause of my lack of sleep this month and the month before. Maybe even the month before that.”

I’m smiling like an idiot at him now too. “Yes, I love you dumb ass.”

“Fuck princess, you don’t know how happy you make me.” he replies, his huge smile spreading across his entire face before he pulls me into him once again for a kiss. This time I wrap my hands around his neck and his arms start running all over my body. He’s gripping my waist, squeezing my hips and finally allowing one of his hands to test the waters and rest on my ass.

I break the kiss by laughing and it makes him chuckle.

“What?” he asks, wondering what’s so funny.

“I really thought you didn’t like me and here you are so desperate for me.” I joke and he sheepishly grins.

“I couldn’t get you outta my head since the day we woke up like this.” he said, referring to our resurrection on Pandora.

I smile, looking down for a brief moment when I feel my cheeks start to heat up.

“Shut up, that’s so cheesy.” I say with a breathy laugh, poking him in the chest. It seems to just spur him on.

Lyle’s mission is now to get you as flustered as possible.

“I’ve dreamed about you too, no kidding.” he said and I shake my head, pretending like I don’t want to hear it.

“They weren’t always workplace-appropriate dreams either.” he says, leaning down and smirking at me.

“Oh my god.” I say, clutching my reddened face in my palms.

“Don’t hide yet I’m not done.” he chuckles, gently pulling my hands from my face.

“Sometimes, when I’m in the shower…” he starts talking and I know this is going in a very bad direction. “... or when I’m alone in my room at night…” Oh god, help me please. “I touch-”

“Okay! Okay!” I say, my face completely flushed.

“What’s wrong, you embarrassed?” he coos, teasing me.

“Never.” I say, accepting the challenge. I was never bold with my words so I was going to unleash the dirtiest hell on him and shock him.

“Sometimes…” I say, grinning and tiptoeing my fingers up his bare chest. His grin slowly retreats and he watches me.

“When I finger myself…” I say, sounding as seductive as possible. Boom, just like that all teasing and smiling was flushed away and gone from Lyle. He was completely shocked by my words and could not believe I was saying that.

“I push them in as deep as possible… and I imagine it’s you doing it.” I whisper and watch as Lyle gets literal goosebumps. His mouth also happens to be hanging open a little.

“And I think of how you would feel like inside me.” I say, slyly smiling up at the dumbstruck blue marine.

He can’t believe it. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” Lyle curses, adjusting his shorts and my smile turns into a grin. “Don’t stop.” he says and it sounds very desperate.

“When I cum, I moan your name.” I add and he groans at my words, not taking his eyes off me for even a second. I can’t remember the last time I saw him blink. He isn’t blushing either because Lyle just rarely gets embarrassed but my words definitely affect him more.

“But I’ve been so stressed lately, I haven’t been able to help myself anymore.” I say, faking a sad and helpless voice which seems to really do it for him.

“Since I sometimes think of you… I think I need some help.” I say, tracing my fingertip down his chest muscle.

“Only sometimes?” he asks in a joking manner, playfully raising an eyebrow.

I grin, knowing just how to get under his skin. “Mhm. Sometimes it’s someone else.”

His grin drops. “Take that back.” he says and I’m biting my lip to hold back laughter.

“Make me.” I say, knowing that will trigger the right things in Lyle.

It does.

“Oh I will.” he says, tugging me by my arm and pushing me back onto the bed. I fall back, bouncing down on the mattress before looking up at him. He’s towering over me and I scoot backwards, trying to create a distance between us again but this time he won’t let it happen.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good your legs will stop workin’.” Lyle says and I gasp when he tugs me back.

My stomach twists in excitement and anticipation of what he has planned.

He glides his hands up and along my legs, fumbling with the hem of my shirt and grinning.

“You look good in my clothes.” he says and I smile.

“I always wear this when I think of you.” I say, trying to make him hornier.

“Oh you’re in for it now.” he says, with dilated pupils and a grin.

“Can I?” he asks for permission to remove my clothes.

“Yes, sir.” I say, making him smile. He pulls my shorts down my legs, leaving my bottom half bare in front of his predatory eyes.

“Fuckin’ hell… you don’t know how much I’ve dreamed of this.” he says, not taking his eyes off my pussy.

My cheeks heat and I try to close my legs to shield myself from his prying stare but he won’t let it happen. His hands push my legs open again and hold on beneath my thighs.

Lyle is kneeling by the edge of the bed, leaning against the mattress as he pulls me closer to him. One of my legs rests on his shoulder and he gives it a kiss, before slowly kissing down my inner thigh.

When he nears my crotch he inhales and the next time he opens his eyes, I can almost only see his dark pupils.

He can’t wait or waste a second more. It looks so inviting to him and your scent has become irresistible.

Lyle leans his head down and sticks his tongue out. He flattens it out and licks a long stripe from my hole to my clit. I gasp, balling my hands into fists.

Such a small action had me already feeling this good.

“Oh fuck-” I breathily whimper and Lyle wishes he could savour those noises forever.

He needs to hear more and he can’t fight the urge to taste you anymore.

Lyle buries his face into my cunt, tightening his grip around my thighs so that I can’t escape.

I squeak in surprise while my mouth falls open. He starts fully eating me out, licking and sucking on everything he can access.

I arch my back off the bed, already feeling high off of him.

“Lyle-” I mewl and he growls against my heat. I know I won’t last long because I’ve been longing for his touch for a long time already.

His tongue is flicking over my clit and he lets go of my thigh with one hand, slowly pushing a finger into me. I gasp, clasping my hand over my mouth so that I don’t accidentally scream.

Luckily the walls here were thick for once.

He pushes it in, thrusting it in and out for a while before adding a second finger.

God, it feels so much better when he does it.

The feeling of penetration mixed with the stimulation of my clit has me whining and whimpering incoherent words.

I try to suppress my pleasure a little, just so that I can last longer and extend this euphoric feeling. That plan goes to shit once Lyle starts purring. His chest is rumbling and The vibrations go through his tongue which is pressed against my most sensitive area.

“Fuck- Lyle I’m gonna-” I say, unable to stop the approaching orgasm. He doesn’t stop, in fact he deepens his actions making me clench my thighs around his head.

My orgasm hits me like a brick and then I’m falling apart while Lyle is fingering the life out of me.

My chest is heaving and I manage to open my eyes again, remembering where I am. Lyle pulled away, resting his arms on my trembling legs and giving me a shit-eating grin. He licked his lips while keeping his eyes firmly locked with me and I sighed.

“Was that how you imagined it?” he asks, teasing me. I scoff.

“Better. So much better.”

He grins. “Good, we’re not done yet.” he says, climbing onto the bed and over me. He helps me scoot up so that my head is laying on the pillow while hovering above me.

“God you look so good.” I mumble, feeling up his bare chest. My common sense was gone. I was still recovering from my intense orgasm so I could only confess every thought that came to mind while looking at Lyle with half-lidded eyes.

“Look at you, buttercup. Fuckin’ goddess. I don’t even know how I managed to pull you.” he says with a smile, slowly inching my shirt up. I know he took my compliment to heart though. He would prefer me saying he looked hot or that his body was toned rather than being told his eyes are beautiful. He wasn’t the poetic romantic type.

I lift myself off the bed a little and he pulls my and his shirt over my head, throwing it down next to the bed.

When his eyes meet my bare chest he becomes weak.

“I’m fallin’ asleep on those.” he said as if he were reserving my breasts, unable to tear his eyes from them.

I chuckle. “I didn’t know you were a ‘titty’ man.”

He grins, kissing my cheek. “I’m a ‘you’ man.”

I giggle before he starts peppering kisses from my collarbone and onto my chest. He sticks his tongue out and flicks it over a nipple.

I wouldn’t have expected it to feel good but it oddly did and it made me arch my back off the mattress and into him. Lyle’s other hand came up and groped my other breast before massaging it.

My heavy breaths have Lyle struggling to control himself.

The straining of his shorts is becoming painful, so he rids himself of the remaining clothes he has on.

“Holy fuck.” I say, shamelessly just staring at his erection. I knew it would be bigger but this was massive. Compared to me as well. I would probably struggle to take him.

He grins and moves back over me. This time, his braid falls over his shoulder and onto my chest with a small thud.

It reminds me of something and the same idea seems to be in his head.

We exchange looks and he smiles. “Do you wanna try it?” he asks.

I reach for my own one, examining it for a few seconds.

“Sure, I just don’t quite know how it works…” I say.

“Me neither.” he chuckles. We mess around with them a little until I open the end of my braid and watch the small nerves move around. Lyle watches mine before mirroring what I did. Once he revealed his own cord we just followed our natural instincts and held them together. Before they even touched, the little tentacles were reaching for eachother. Now they are entangled and become one.

I saw white light for a good few long seconds and my senses seemed to strengthen and expand. I managed to feel a part of Lyle and I could tell he felt the same with me.

Without further ado, we followed what nature told us to do. We couldn’t wait any longer. Both of us have needed this for so long, the release was so close, we couldn’t lose another second.

Lyle parted my legs again, pressing his hips in between them. I held onto his shoulder with one hand while resting one leg on his lower back.

He lined himself up with me, pressing the tip of his leaking cock against my dripping heat. I clenched my jaw in anticipation and then Lyle finally pushed his hips forward, fully entering me. I was so lubricated that he slid in with ease, stopping once he bottomed out just to relish in the feeling.

I drop my head back, finally feeling like my needs were being fulfilled.

“God damn, buttercup you’re so tight ‘round me.” he groaned, closing his eyes for a few seconds.

“Please move.” I whine, desperately needing to feel more of him.

I don’t need to tell Lyle twice. He’s pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in with long and precise strides. Each time he jolts forward a new wave of pleasure shoots through me. He leans down, wanting to be close to me.

Our lips crash together and we heavily make out while Lyle continues to fuck himself into me. After a few minutes, we are breathing so heavily that we have to break the kiss. We just rest our foreheads against each other, our hot breath fanning against the other's face.

“So good.” I whimper, closing my eyes while Lyle rubs his cheek against mine.

He’s speeded up a little, starting to rut his hips against mine, trying to force himself further into me with each thrust.

Lyle hits a spot inside me that makes my body jolt in ecstasy and since we are bonded, he feels it too. Quickly, he rearranges his hips and starts to relentlessly pound into me while groaning and hissing.

This feels so much better than I could have ever imagined.

Lyle’s thrusts are becoming a little sloppy but I don’t blame him because I’m close to another orgasm again.

“Lyle, too much… I can’t-” I whimper, still sensitive from the previous one.

“Come on baby, one more f’ere me.” he grunts, encouraging me. I can’t answer because my mouth is falling open.

He feels how I’m slowly starting to clench even more around him. “That’s it Buttercup, let go.” he whispers, kissing my neck. I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him in.

Lyle growls, speeding up a little more just before he pushes me over the edge and I swear I can see stars. My pussy’s walls clench down around him and Lyle only manages to thrust into me a few more times before spilling his load deep into me.

He moans, clenching his eyes closed and biting down on my shoulder. His fangs sink just beneath my skin but I’m so overwhelmed by my orgasm it doesn’t even hurt.

After a few moments, my legs loosen and fall off of him. Lyle stops desperately grinding into me and he drops his head into the crook of my neck. I wrap my arm around him and he gently lays himself down on me.

Our heavy breaths mix and after a few minutes he scoots down a little lower so that his head is in fact lying on my breasts. Lyle gently pulls out of me in the process and I chuckle at his behaviour while he shoots me a cheeky smile.

“You’re mine now.” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me. I smile, tracing the stripes on his head. Our braids disconnected but I felt more connected to Lyle than I ever have before.

“No one else gets to have you.” He said, tracing his hands down my hips before returning to just holding me again.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” I smile and he chuckles.

“Say it again. How you feel about me.” he says, looking up. I’m not quite sure what he means.

“I need to hear it once more before I fall asleep.” he says. Oh, of course.

“I love you, Lyle.” I whispered, cradling his cheek. He looks relieved as if he were still somehow worried I would have changed my mind.

“I love you more. And I’ll take care of you.” he said with a grin. I smile in return before my eyelids become heavy.

The Na’vi body seemed to be able to fall asleep much easier.

Lyle did in fact sleep on my chest for most of the night. However, he made sure and waited that I fell asleep first before he closed his eyes.

He felt protective of me now and even though there was no current danger, he was passionate about caring for me.

I wonder how things will be between us after this. We still work together, meaning we might have to keep this relationship secret.

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Fixer Upper

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

Part 5

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warning: Kurapika is down bad and masturbates to the thought of you then has a wet dream… also underage drinking(Kurapika is 19, almost 20, but still not of age sooo just warning as a precaution)

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Killua waited outside (Name)’s room after banging on her door the fourth time.

“Killua, I’m almost done. You don’t have to keep rushing me.”

She popped her head out of the door a moment later before opening it completely.

(Name) had thrown on her pajama pants to look a bit presentable.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting forever.”

“Killua you woke me up five minutes ago.”

“Five minutes is a century to a 14 year old.”

(Name) rolled her eyes and shouldered her mini backpack. “Can’t you just ask Leorio to take you to get donuts for breakfast? He’s here too, ya know.”

“Well I tried, but he’s impossible to wake up.”

That was only a half truth. Leorio wasn’t easy to wake up, but Killua hadn’t tried. He wanted (Name) to take him.

“I guess so. Let’s hurry up, I wanna get home before Gon is awake.”

“He already is.”

“Hi (Name)!”

The woman groaned as she slapped a hand over her face. “Hi Gon. Are you coming with us?”

“Yep!”

‘My poor car. I was hoping I could clean it out while he was asleep…’

As the three of them reached the bottom of the stirs, they spotted Kurapika leaving his room.

“Kurapika, good morning!”

(Name) sped down the stairs until she was by Kurapika’s side, her hand grazing against his arm as she sent him a sweet smile.

“Good morning to you too, (Name).”

He gave her a smile of his own.

“Morning Kurapika! We’re going to get donuts!” Gon called out.

The blonde nodded. “I see. Is that what we’re having for breakfast?”

“We? Who said we were getting donuts for you?”

(Name) grabbed Killua’s cheek. “Killua! I’m sorry Kurapika, he’s so rude sometimes. Yes, that’s what we’re eating for breakfast.”

She let go, Killua rubbing his cheek with an annoyed expression. (Name) turned back to Kurapika with a gasp.

“Oh, I forgot to ask! Would you like to come? I’m not sure what you’d like, so it would be better if you came with us to pick out your donuts.”

Kurapika glanced down at his pajamas then back up at (Name) who was also still in her’s. “Should I change first?”

She shook her head then grabbed his hand. “Oh no, it’s a tradition to go in our pjs!”

Kurapika noticed that both of the boys were also in their sleepwear.

As he was pulled away, he looked down at where they were connected by the hand. Kurapika would usually quickly push away anyone that tried to touch him, but he was more tolerant of her.

He even enjoyed her touch at times.

Kurapika slid into the passenger seat, Killua staring at him from the back.

“What?”

The white haired boy rolled his eyes. “I usually sit in the front seat when we go to get donuts.”

“Aww come on Killua, Kurapika is an adult, he doesn’t need to sit in the back seat if he doesn’t have to. And he’s taller, he could use the extra leg room.”

Killua watched the way her eyes flitted to the blonde on her right, a smile on her lips.

“Okay…”

He knew she was just happy to have Kurapika near her, so he didn’t complain any further.

—————

Kurapika felt a little embarrassed standing in his pajamas as the group perused the various baked goods, but it melted away when he realized almost everyone that walked into the bakery was dressed the same.

“Pick a few of your favorites! Everyone can get three.”

She’d already grabbed Leorio’s usual order.

‘They’ve done this enough times that she remembers his order.’ Kurapika thought as he picked out a few of his own.

The first was just a plain powderd donut, the second one jelly filled, and the last something he hadn’t tried before.

He’d watched (Name) point to one of the same donuts and decided that’s what he would try.

“Okay, everyone ready? Boys, you can go pick out a drink.”

The two raced off the grab a chocolate milk each.

“We have chocolate milk at home, but they want it from here every time.”

Kurapika leaned against the counter as (Name) paid for their donuts, watching her from the corner of his eye.

She looked cute, even with her hair messy from sleep and in her Sanrio themed pajamas.

Leorio was awake when they got home, sleepily making himself a cup of coffee.

“We’re back! Killua wanted donuts. Got your favorites.”

She opened the bag and handed out everyone’s pick before plopping down on the couch with her’s.

“What time are we leaving to go shopping?” Kurapika asked as he leaned against the back of the couch to peek at (Name).

“Oh crap, I forgot about that!”

She jumped from her seat, donut in her mouth and ran upstairs.

“That means go get dressed.” Leorio called from the kitchen. “She’ll be running downstairs in about 10 minutes ready to go.”

Again, Kurapika didn’t like how well Leorio knew her and her habits. How close were they?

‘Closer than her and I were, apparently,’ he thought bitterly, closing his door behind him.

He dressed simply, donning his blue tabard over his white underclothes.

‘I need some new clothes as well, if I’ll be staying longer.’

He wrote down a small list of clothing items he’d need.

‘Some socks, underwear, pants, shirts…’

He placed the list in his pocket after he finished, brushing out his hair.

“Kurapika, I’m ready!”

The blonde glanced towards his door before exiting the room.

It took him a moment to regain his composure when his eyes fell on (Name)’s form.

She was wearing a soft pink sweater and short pleated skirt. A pair of thigh highs and Mary Janes completed her look.

He noticed how her thigh highs were tight at the top, squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs.

Kurapika shook his head, his cheeks turning pink.

‘Stop looking, or she’ll think you’re a creep.’

He distracted himself by turning back around to grab his satchel.

“I’m ready as well.”

Killua watched the blonde’s reaction with a scowl, leaning against the front door.

“(Name), are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

(Name) ruffled Killua’s hair. “I’ll be alright, and again, you have chores to do.”

She gave him a quick hug before walking out the door. “Leorio, make sure they actually do their chores, and don’t fall for them asking for help! They’re perfectly capable of cleaning by themselves!”

Leorio nodded, sipping on his coffee. “Yeah, you don’t have to worry about that. Have a nice day!”

(Name) waved goodbye and Kurapika followed behind, his eyes darting from her pretty face to her thigh highs.

———————

The day was a windy one, Kurapika constant having to push his blonde hair out of his face.

“I have a scrunchie, do you want me to put your hair in a ponytail?”

(Name) and Kurapika had stopped inside a department store. He looked down to see the (h/c) haired woman rummaging through her backpack.

“That would help, thank you.”

Kurapika sat down, allowing (Name) to pull his longer hair into a ponytail, holding it together with a pastel blue scrunchy.

He used his phone to see his reflection. In all honestly he looked good with his hair pulled back, and (Name) seemed to think the same.

“Aww, you look so handsome!”

She tucked a rogue strand of hair behind his ear. He had to hold himself from leaning into her touch

Kurapika couldn’t allow himself to give in to her warmth. It was almost addicting, and would make him want to stay with her longer.

“Thank you. I’ll be shopping in the men’s section if you need me.”

He left quickly, pushing the thought of her from his mind as quickly as he could.

(Name) held a hand to her chest as he walked away, a sad smile on her lips.

‘He used to let me hold him whenever I wanted. I miss his touch…’

The girl sighed. “If I don’t go now, I won’t be able to find any good clothing in Gon’s size.”

She pushed her shopping cart away, going towards the kid’s section.

The two met up 30 minutes later outside the store. Kurapika was waiting for her outside with his bags in hand.

“Did you wait long?”

The blonde shook his head. “Not at all.”

The two walked down the street, (Name) stealing glances as they did. It was the first time the two had been alone since they’d gone shopping the day after he’d woken up.

“Oh, let’s get some boba! There’s this spot that sells cute plushies with each boba you order!”

The mention of plushies made Kurapika remember the plush he’d won a few days prior.

‘When am I supposed to give it to her? There haven’t been many opportunities…’

(Name) raced forward to show him the way, and as she did, a gust of wind blew past.

If Kurapika hadn’t been staring at her thigh highs, maybe he wouldn’t have seen what he did. But he had, his eyes never leaving the imprint the fabric made on her thighs.

The wind lifted up her short skirt, exposing a pair of plain white cotton panties.

That’s all they were. Plain, white, cotton panties. No flashy design, but they showed off the curves of her ass just right

They were just panties. He should have just seen them, been a little flustered because he’d accidentally seen his friends underwear, and gone about his day.

But that wasn’t what happened.

As his eyes landed on the white pair, they widened, time slowing, a dark red blush taking over his face.

He felt his body go hot, a certain part of him reacting in a way he hadn’t been expecting. Kurapika was immediately grateful he’d worn his tabard today. It was helpful in hiding his ever growing boner.

Kurapika watched as (Name)’s hands flew to her butt, instantly pulling her skirt down and holding it in place as the gust of wind died down.

Seemingly too embarrassed to turn around entirely, she hesitantly glanced back at him.

“Did you… see anything?”

Kurapika sputtered out a response. “S-see anything? Like a cat or something?”

He smacked a hand over his face to hide his blush. (Name) let out a relieved sigh. “Ah. Never mind. The boba shop is just around the corner.”

He tried to calm himself down, pulling at the fabric of his tabard to hide himself better.

‘Why is this happening? I don’t understand…’

He followed behind her, biting his lip when his eyes landed on her softly swaying hips.

‘What is going on?’

The boba shop was small and crowded, two things that didn’t help Kurapika’s current situation.

Because it was crowded, (Name) was pressed against his back, holding onto his shirt for support.

It wouldn’t bother him, if he couldn’t feel her boobs squishing against him. But he did, and he was neatly able to think because of it.

“Sorry Kurapika, I didn’t think they would be so crowded today. We can leave if you want.”

He shook his head quickly. Although he was a bit uncomfortable, he knew she’d been excited to come and get boba. Whatever that was.

“It’s fine, just hold on and text me your order.”

(Name) nodded and let go. “I’ll wait outside then. Thank you!”

She gave an affectionate squeeze to his arm before walking out, her skirt twirling as she did. He caught himself staring, almost hoping for another peak of her panties.

‘Wait, what the hell is wrong with you!? You’re acting like Leorio…’

He smacked his cheek and got in line.

——————

Kurapika held the two cups of boba, scanning the area for (Name). He had ordered two of the same drink, trusting that whatever she’d requested would taste okay.

“Kurapika!”

He turned to see (Name) jogging up to him, one of her thigh highs hanging around her ankle.

“Thank you, I was just getting thirsty!”

She grabbed the cup from his hand and poked her straw through the top.

He watched, following suit. Kurapika had never had boba before, so he watched what she did carefully.

“Oh, you got the same one I did?”

“Yes, I’ve never had boba before. I assumed I would like whatever you picked.”

(Name) giggled, holding out her hand.

“And the plushies that came with them?”

“Oh.”

He rummaged around his satchel and placed two small plastic bags in her hand. “They’re blind boxes, or well bags I guess! I’ve been wanting the My Melody one.”

She took one of the bags. “You keep the other one! Let’s go sit down and open them.”

He followed behind her and sat down, making sure to leave a few inches between them. It wasn’t just for her, in this state he was very sensitive to touch.

(Name) set her drink down next to her and quickly unwrapped her mystery bag. She shook it, a small plush that looked like a yellow dog landing in her hand.

Kurapika didn’t miss the disappointed look that crossed her face.

“Aww, another Pompompurin. I have two of these already..”

She quickly shook the disappointment from her eyes, giving him a smile.

“Go on, open yours.”

Kurapika tore open the package and dumped the contend into his palm. It was some… pink rabbit? Or well, a white rabbit with a pink hat.

(Name) gasped next to him, bouncing in her seat.

“It’s the My Melody plush!! Oh my gosh!”

She stared at the plush for a moment, the smallest of smiles forming on Kurapika’s face.

“Is this the one you’ve been wanting, (Name)?”

The girl quickly tried to hide her excitement, shyly looking away. “Oh, I guess. I’ll get it next try.”

Kurapika took in her expression for a moment. It was cute the way she glanced back at the plush dangling from his fingers.

“Care to make a trade?”

(Name) turned, seeing Kurapika offering her the plush. She held her hands up.

“No, it’s okay, you don’t have to do that for m-“

He grabbed her hand and placed the plush in her palm, stealing her’s.

“I think this one suits me better, right? We’re both blondes.”

He held the plush next to his hair, a little surprised on how close they matched.

(Name)’s eyes softened, her smile returning. “You’re right, you’re both cute too.”

Kurapika nearly dropped the plush at her words, quickly crossing his legs to hide he’d gotten hard from just a compliment.

“Here, hand me your satchel.”

He did as she asked, the girl messing around with the strap then smiling. “Look!”

He stared down at the yellow plush dangling from his satchel. (Name) did the same with hers, showing him her bag.

“We match now!”

Kurapika glanced from her bag to his, his heart thumping against his chest. “Oh. We do.”

He stood suddenly, grabbing her shopping bags in one hand and his in the other. “We should be getting home. I need to wash my clothes.”

“Oh, just a second, I gotta fix my socks!”

He turned just in time to see her placing het foot on the bench.

Kurapika watched as she pulled her thigh high up, finding it weirdly erotic. The top of it squished into her skin, (Name) frowning.

“Kurapika, do these look ok? I think they may be getting a bit too tight…”

She places her foot on the ground again, her skirt swishing slightly as she pointed to her legs.

Kurapika thought about ignoring her words, but knew that would just upset her. He let his eyes wonder down her body to her legs.

She wasn’t wrong, they were squeezing into the soft parts of her thighs a bit tight, but the sight made him feel fuzzy.

“Oh, um…”

He had to tear his eyes away. ‘Why can’t I stop staring?’

“They look nice to me- I mean fine. They look fine.”

The girl tilted her head, a little confused by his answer. “Oh, okay. Let’s get going then.”

She ran ahead of him, skipping down the sidewalk.

——————

The ride home was uneventful. (Name) just sang along to some song on the radio while he stared out the window in thought.

Kurapika had never been the type to react to women’s bodies. He’d seen a few porn videos, and walked past billboards featuring next to nude women. He may have been a bit embarrassed to see women in various states of undress, but was never affected by it.

So why was his body reacting the way it did to his friends panties? Was it just because it was the first time he’d ever seen a live woman’s underwear?

‘That has to be it. It’s probably a mix of embarrassment and those weird feelings I have for…’

He didn’t finish his thought.

“Aaand we’re home!”

Kurapika exited the car, watching as both Gon and Killua ran out the front door like rabid animals.

He narrowly dodged the two, blinking as they pushed and tripped each other trying to reach the car first.

Kurapika decided it was best to ignore them, sipping on his boba as he walked inside.

‘Mmm… it is pretty good.’

The boys ran in with bags in their arms, (Name) closing the door behind them.

“They’ve got some kind of rivalry going on, it extends to most things, including bringing in groceries.”

(Name) handed Killua her boba, the boy instantly taking a sip before handing it to Gon.

“Why don’t you just get a smaller order? You can never finish a large,” Killua asked, sipping on her boba again.

“Well, if I got a smaller order I wouldn’t get to share with my favorite boys!”

She brought them both in for a hug.

Kurapika watched this interaction with soft eyes. The two seemed so comfortable when she held them close, Killua’s eyes closing as he smiled in content.

She pulled away after a minute and gave them a smile. “Did you two finish cleaning?”

They nodded and began pulling her towards their room so she could check.

Kurapika managed to not stare at her form as she was pulled away, plopping down onto the couch next to Leorio.

“You seem tired. Long day?”

Kurapika crossed his legs. “You could say that.”

(Name) came back a moment later, looking satisfied.

“It was clean enough. Leorio, how are you doing? Did you have lunch?”

She sat in the middle of the two, her thigh touching Kurapika’s.

The blonde stared down at her leg, feeling his body temperature rise again.

“I… I have to go to the bathroom.”

He jumped from his seat and rushed off, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

(Name) leaned against Leorio’s shoulder, a sigh leaving her lips.

“Do you think he hates me so much he won’t even let me touch him?” (Name) asked, her lip quivering. Leorio pulled her in closer.

“I don’t think he hates you, (Name). He’s just…”

He glanced to the two boys who had come down the stairs, Killua watching (Name) with concern in his eyes.

“He’s just shy around girls.”

Killua walked towards the two and pinched (Name)’s cheek. “Come on, you shouldn’t care what he thinks. We all think you’re great.”

(Name) swatted his hand away with a laugh. Gon patted the top of her head. “Yeah, you’re the best, (Name)!”

She pulled the three boys into a tight hug. “Aren’t you boys just the sweetest?”

She gave them all kisses on their cheeks and foreheads. But as she pulled away, they noticed a sadness behind her (e/c) eyes.

“I just miss having all of you in my arms. It just doesn’t feel right without him.”

Killua and Gon followed behind her as she left the living room to start in dinner, Leorio glancing at the bathroom door.

———————

Kurapika stared down at the bulge in his pants, deep in thought.

‘It’s happening again. Am I sick or something? Is there a sickness that causes your… sexual urges to skyrocket?’

He glanced to the door, double checking it was locked before pulling the waist band of his pants down.

His cock sprang forward immediately, the man letting out a low hiss as the cold air hit him.

‘Fuck, it’s never been this bad before.’

Kurapika watched as his cock twitched in excitement, again looking to the door to make sure no one was going to burst in.

It was quiet, besides the sound of dishes clinking coming from the kitchen.

‘I’ll just take care of this for now. I can try and figure out why this is happening later.’

He slipped a hand down his stomach and to his dick, biting his lip when he finally wrapped his fingers around it.

And the first thought that came to his mind when he did was (Name)’s face.

He pulled away immediately and his face went red.

‘(Name)? Why am I thinking of her?’

Through his shame, he noticed how hard he’d gotten as soon as her face popped up in his mind.

‘Weird… maybe if I just…’

He thought about her again, this time imagining the incident from earlier that day. He pictured her walking ahead of him, occasionally glancing back to give him that pretty smile.

That alone made him go fuzzy in the head, but what happened next is what had him cumming quicker than he ever had before.

He imagined when her skirt flew up and her first caught sight of what was underneath. Kurapika had definitely seen (Name) as a pretty girl that he had some kind of affection for, but before then he didn’t have any major sexual thoughts about her.

The sight of her cute butt in those white cotton panties as he stroked his cock made him gasp. Was he already about to cum, just from that?

Kurapika bit his lip as he came, shooting white cum onto the bathroom floor.

He took him a moment to come down from his high, a light flush to his pale cheeks.

It had been at least a year since he last masturbated, and never before had it felt this… good.

Kurapika cleaned up the mess he made. It was embarrassing how quickly just the thought of her cute underwear made cum.

‘What is wrong with me? I’m acting like some sort of pervert. Is it contagious? I need to stop talking to Leorio so often…’

He dropped the tissue he used into the toilet and flushed it before washing his hands.

——————

When he cooled down enough, Kurapika left the bathroom. It was hard to look any of his friends in the eye after what he’d just done.

Especially (Name).

“Kurapika, you okay? You were in there a while.”

(Name) was wearing her apron again, Kurapika now noticing how cute she looked in it. His eyes moved from her lips to her chest, which the apron pushed up for the perfect view of her cleavage.

‘Jesus Christ, get a hold of yourself.’

Kurapika turned his eyes to what she had been working on. It was some kind of dough, possibly for bread or a pie crust.

“What are you making?”

(Name) brushed her hands off on her apron before answering. “Oh, Leorio asked if I could make some homemade rolls tonight. He’s leaving tomorrow morning to take some exam, so I thought it was the least I could do.”

He nodded. “I see. What’s for dinner tonight?”

They chatted for a bit, Kurapika slowly becoming more comfortable in her presence. She’d always had a calming affect over him, even when his anger got out of control.

But he wasn’t angry now, he was… something. Something that wasn’t very friendly or platonic.

“Killua, can you and Gon go grab some milk from the convenient store? I just ran out.”

The white haired boy stood from his beanbag chair. “Sure. I’ll just take your wallet with me.”

She nodded and tossed him her bag, Gon jumping up from the table where he’d been coloring some random reptile coloring page before following after his friend.

Leorio joined the two in the kitchen. “(Name), do you still have those notes you were telling me about?”

She dropped the spoon she’d been using to stir one of the several side dishes she’d been making and nodded. “Oh, yeah, it’s in my room. I’ll go grab it real quick!”

(Name) left the two alone. “Kurapika, could you watch that pot of noodles, please? Thanks!”

Once she was gone, Leorio gave Kurapika a curious look.

“You alright, man? Your cheeks have been pink for like… ever since you left the bathroom.”

The blonde folded his arms across his chest. “I’m fine. The house is just a bit warm, is all.”

“Yeah? Then why isn’t anyone else turning pink?”

Kurapika didn’t have an answer to this, instead turning his attention to the noodles (Name) had asked him to watch.

“You know I’m here if you need me, right? I’m still your friend, even if you don’t act like it.”

Leorio patted Kurapika’s shoulder. The blonde bit his lip and glanced back at his friend.

“I… something strange has been happening. Something I can’t quite explain.”

“Really? Like wh-“

“Hey, I got the notes! I also went ahead and grabbed my old textbooks as well.”

Kurapika gave Leorio a look saying they’d talk about it later.

“Ah, thanks (Name). You’re a life saver!”

He pulled her into a tight hug. “Hey, you’re going to squish me to death!”

(Name) wiggled out of his grasp and hid behind Kurapika. “You could at least pretend you aren’t trying to grab my butt when you hug me, Leorio. How cruel, I thought we were friends!”

“You can touch my butt too, if you want.”

“Leorio for the last time-“

They stared at each other before bursting into laughter. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“And you had flour all over your butt, ya goof.”

He was right, (Name) brushed away some flour off of her back, blinking.

“How…”

She glanced to the chair she’d been sitting on earlier, her eye twitching when she saw it was absolutely covered in flour.

“Those little…”

About ten minutes earlier, Killua and Gon had been acting pretty sneaky. They’d “innocently” asked if they could watch her cook. She assumed they swiped some flour to pour in her chair while she hadn’t been looking.

“You could of just told me.” (Name) said, frowning at the taller man.

“Yeah, I could have.”

(Name) rolled her eyes. “Perv. Kurapika, you would tell me, right?”

Said blonde had been glaring at Leorio the entire time, his eyes narrowed. “Yes, of course I would. Unlike Leorio, I’m not some sexual deviant.”

As he said this, he thought back to just a half hour before. Was he really THAT different from Leorio?

“That’s right, Kurapika is my sweet boy. He would never.”

She gave him a half hug, pulling him close to her as she stuck her tongue out at Leorio.

It was the first time since she’d hugged him since he’d pushed his way back into her life, and it was at the worst possible time.

Her soft hip squished against his as she rubbed his arm, the contact making him almost whimper. He was still so sensitive, every little touch causing a reaction in his pants.

‘What is wrong with me?’

He pulled away from her and hid away in his room. Kurapika didn’t like what was happening to his body. What had gotten into him?

The blonde sat on his bed, sweat beading down his forehead. He was burning up, the previous pink blush beginning to match his scarlet eyes.

A part of Kurapika wanted to slip his hand into his pants and get whatever was going on with him over with, but he didn’t. He stared up at the ceiling as he painted softly.

He wanted to be touched, not just in a sexual way, but intimately. Caressed, kissed, hugged. He wanted it all right now.

But not from just anyone. No, despite the facade Kurapika put up, he was incredibly picky with who he allowed to touch him. He tolerated the hugs and handshakes of his close friends, but only one person had ever been allowed to kiss him.

And that was (Name).

He thought back to the first and only kiss they’d ever shared. It was quick and a little awkward, but still left him feeling hot and bothered.

‘What did she taste like again? I wonder if she wears a different flavor of chapstick now…’

He fumbled to cover his lap when his door creaked open.

“Kurapika? Dinners ready.”

The man responded a bit more heated than he meant to. “C-can’t you knock? What if I had been undressing?”

(Name) blinked at the man, her face going from confused to concerned in a blink of an eye.

“Kurapika, are you alright? Your face is red and you’re sweating like a sinner in church.”

She didn’t know how close she was with those words.

“I’m fine. Just… just leave. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Oh… alright.”

(Name) began to close the door before Kurapika called out again.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you, you just scared me when you opened the door.”

She peeked back in, giving him an understanding smile. “No, don’t apologize. I should have knocked. I’ll go ahead and make you a plate, alright?”

She closed the door behind her.

Kurapika sighed out in relief, glad she hadn’t noticed his massive boner. Now that would have been embarrassing.

‘I guess taking care of this would be faster than waiting for it to go down…’

He pulled the blanket back and locked his bedroom door before letting his hand slip under the waistband of his pants.

——————

“(Name), can I have seconds?”

Gon was always quick to finish his food, and usually the first to ask for a second helping.

“Go ahead, everyone’s already made their plate.”

The boy jumped from his seat to go and refill his plate. Killua followed behind, stopping to stick his tongue out at Kurapika before continuing.

“He’s got some kind of issue with me.” Kurapika stated, setting his fork down. Leorio shrugged.

“I wouldn’t pay him any mind. He’s a bad grudge holder. I stepped on his foot last month and he still trips me every time I walk by.”

(Name) laughed. “Yeah, he’s just like that. It’s nothing personal, he’ll get over whatever he’s mad about eventually.”

Kurapika sighed. “I hope so.”

“That’s unless he’s still mad over you being a dick to-“

Leorio stopped himself from continuing his sentence. It was a sore subject, and although he didn’t care much if it hurt Kurapika to bring up his shitty actions, he did care about (Name).

And just one look at her told him he needed to stop. The memory was still fresh in her mind, the way Kurapika looked at her as if she was just another obstacle in his way making her chest hurt.

“… anyways, this dinner is amazing, (Name). It’ll be perfect fuel for my exam tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll get a perfect score.”

This brightened her mood a little, a smile returning to her face. “Really? That makes me so happy!”

The way she looked when Leorio brought up the past didn’t go unnoticed by Kurapika. His eyes stayed glued to the table afterwards, eating his food silently before excusing himself.

Kurapika retired to his room early, landing on his bed with a huff.

It didn’t take him long to drift off to sleep, his mind on (Name) the entire time.

———————

“Kurapika!”

The blonde sat up from bed to see (Name) peeking through his door. He rubbed his eyes before answering.

“Yes?”

The girl slipped in through the door and closed it behind her. “Oh, um…”

(Name) lingered by the door before looking back up, her eyes hazy.

“Is it alright if I… if I sleep with you tonight?”

Kurapika felt all the blood rush to his dick immediately. “I-I… sleep with me? Why?”

She sat on the edge of his bed, Kurapika realizing she was only wearing an oversized tshirt.

“I get so lonely by myself, you know. Before York New, you’d hug and hold me all the time.”

She crawled up the bed until she was right next to him, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek.

“Please touch me again. Anywhere.”

Her lip was quivering, and he couldn’t help but reach out and brush away the stray tears falling from her eyes.

He’d been so cold to her, hadn’t he? The way he treated her now was a sharp contrast to before. His hand was always in hers, Kurapika not hesitating to pull her into a hug or caress her cheek when she was sad.

Now he could barely look at her before looking away.

Killua had called him a coward, and he hadn’t been wrong. Kurapika knew that there was some underlying need to be near (Name), but he’d pushed it so far down that he struggled to even meet her gaze.

(Name) scooted closer to him, her nose touching his.

“Won’t you kiss me again? We can make it so much better than the first one.”

She closed her eyes and waited. Kurapika let his hands wander down her body, stopping at her hips. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him before finally letting their lips meet.

“I’m so sorry, (Name). I haven’t been the man I should’ve been.”

He rolled over so he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed. She looked so pretty underneath him, her lips parted in a soft moan as he slipped his hand into her panties.

“Let me show you how much I’ve wanted you, all these years. I promise, I’ll be-“

“Kurapika, breakfast is ready!”

The man shot up, his heart thumping against his chest. There was no one in bed with him, the only difference being a small wet spot on his boxers.

‘Was I dreaming? Oh god…’

He pulled back the cover and quickly changed out of his pajamas. Kurapika had only worn a pair of boxers and a tshirt to bed.

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

He stuffed his clothes into the laundry basket, too embarrassed to think about the dream he’d had.

He could still feel the soft squish of her thighs holding onto his hips when he’d pinned her down, internally groaning as his dick began to rise again.

‘Fuck.’

——————

If he thought it was hard to look (Name) in the eye before, now it was near impossible.

She was wearing a simple tank top and lounge shorts, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

“Gon, again, no. We’re not going to the zoo. Not after you admitted to stealing that alligator last time.”

“It was a-“

“I don’t care if it was a crocodile! That doesn’t change anything!”

Gon and Killua whined and groaned at the table. “But we’re bored! If you leave teenage boys alone for too long we’ll go crazy!”

“That won’t work on me, sweetheart, I already had to pull Gon off the table before he chewed through it. I don’t think you can do much worse.”

“You think wrong.”

(Name) and Killua had a stand off, staring each other down before she sighed.

“Whatever. I’ll see if there’s anything to do, but we’re not going to the zoo. I am not cleaning up after whatever poor creature you little gremlins get your hands on.”

Kurapika watched this interaction, barely holding back a snicker. ‘She’s so patient with them. I would have thrown them out the window by now.’

(Name) wiped down the table after everyone finished eating.

“How about going to the water park? Kids swim free on Thursdays!”

“Mmm, that’s not a bad idea, Killua. Go get yourselves ready and meet me outside in 15 minutes.”

The two ran to their room, (Name) rolling her eyes.

“I’ll be right back.”

(Name) walked upstairs to her room, leaving Kurapika alone in the living room.

‘I wonder when Leorio will be home. Maybe I can talk with him while they’re gone…’

Kurapika turned when he heard (Name) walking back down the stairs, only for his entire body to go into shock.

She was wearing a simple pink and blue two piece bathing suit, a straw hat on her head.

There were a few more clothing items slung over her shoulder, (Name) walking over to stand in front of the blushing blonde.

“Hey, should I wear this dress or these shorts over my bathing suit? The shorts would be easier to remove but the dress would be better coverage.”

Kurapika couldn’t think. He kept glancing from her chest, to her hips, back to her chest again.

“My eyes are up here you know.”

Kurapika’s mouth dropped open as he was finally able to make eye contact. Her eyebrow was raised, a mischievous smile on her lips.

“Do you like my bathing suit? I just bought it yesterday.”

She twirled around to give him the full view, his eyes instantly landing on her ass.

“It’s- it’s um. Great. I like the color.”

She smiled. “Really? That’s good, I think it compliments my eyes.”

She leaned forward to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Sorry, I forgot how shy you are around girls. I’ll go put something on.”

She patted his cheek affectionately before turning to leave. He couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked away.

He looked like a fish thrown out of water, the way his mouth opened and closed over and over again.

‘I’m not shy around girls… am I?’

——————

“Are you sure you don’t want to come, Kurapika?”

(Name) stood in front of the door, Killua and Gon carrying a few bags filled with pool toys, towels, sunscreen, and snacks.

“I think I’m good staying home.”

‘I don’t think I’m in the right mindset to see her in her bathing suit again. I nearly passed out earlier…’

She sighed. “Alright. Leorio should be home soon, and I put some leftovers in the fridge for lunch. Just heat it up in the microwave!”

She gave his arm an affectionate squeeze. “We’ll be back around dinner time. I’ll pick something up.”

With that, she was gone.

Kurapika spent his small amount of time alone exploring the house. He went through every room, only stopping when he reached (Name)’s door.

He thought about opening it for a good while, staring down at the doorknob.

There were so many things he wanted to know about her. What did she keep in her nightstand drawer?

“Kurapika? You here?”

He jumped back, his face gone red.

‘That’s Leorio’s voice!’

He walked down the stairs, waving shyly at his dark haired friend.

“What we’re you doing upstairs? There’s nothing up there but the spare bedroom and (Name)’s.”

Kurapika, thankfully, already had an excuse at the ready.

“Oh, I was thinking about moving upstairs, so I went to check out the extra room.”

Leorio have him a nod, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Uh huh. Anyways…”

He plopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV. “Looks like it’s just us for today. (Name) said you didn’t feel like going with them, and I’m too tired from the exams to do anything.”

Kurapika stood on Leorio’s right, fidgeting with his tabard.

“Actually, there’s something I needed to talk to you about. It’s kind of important.”

Leorio paused, slowly turning his head. “Is she pregnant?”

“What? She? No, no one’s pregnant.”

Leorio sighed. “Oh. I would of thought being alone in a house with a woman for this long would be enough.”

Kurapika smacked him over the top of his head. “Stop teasing me. Do you… do you remember what we talked about at the sleepover a few days ago?”

Leorio’s mischievous look was gone now, replaced with a serious one. “Yeah. They really did a number on me. Even with the washable markers it took f-“

“No, not that! I’m talking about… the…”

His face began to turn pink. Kurapika would rather talk to any other friend about this, but as he had none besides two kids and the woman he was having sexual thoughts about, he didn’t really have a choice.

“The what?”

Kurapika took in a deep breath before replying. “About the… sexual awakening thing. Can you tell me more about that?”

Leorio stared up at the blonde for a while, his confusion turning into a weird sense of pride.

“I never thought the day would come. My friend, the biggest virgin I know had his first sexual-“

“Never mind. I should have never asked-“

Before Kurapika could scurry away Leorio grabbed his wrist and started pulling him out the door.

“This is cause for celebration! Let’s go get some beer and chat out back. Like men!”

Kurapika let him drag him along, knowing if he didn’t Leorio would just pester him until he gave in.

———————

Kurapika sat on a lawn chair overlooking (Name)’s backyard.

It wasn’t huge, just big enough for the small garden she had been working on the past week he’d been there, and a kiddie pool.

“The kiddie pool isn’t for Gon and Killua by the way, it’s for (Name). She just sits in it when it gets really hot and drinks lemonade while listening to someone called Mitski.”

Kurapika could almost picture her sitting in the pool, her legs stretched out over the edge as she sipped on her lemonade, singing along to whatever she was listening to.

“That sounds like something she’d do…” he said with a laugh. Leorio sat next to him and offered Kurapika a beer.

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “I’m still not of drinking age, Leorio.”

Leorio scoffed. “Oh shut up and take the bottle, Kurapika. It’ll help you relax.”

Kurapika rolled his eyes before taking it.

“Now, tell me why you’re interested in sex all of a sudden. Found a special someone?”

The blonde popped the top open and took a swig, his nose scrunching up. “It tastes awful, how do you drink this?”

Leorio took a drink of his own. “You get used to it. Now, answer.”

Kurapika let out a sigh. “I… recently I saw something that made me feel… strange.”

Leorio nodded. “Strange how?”

The blonde looked away, his face turning red in embarrassment. “Very… you know. Aroused.”

Leorio took another drink. “Uh huh. What exactly caused it?”

Kurapika but his lip as he remembered, struggling to keep himself from growing hard again.

“I uh… saw someone’s underwear. Accidentally.”

Leorio struggled to hold back a laugh. “That’s it?”

Kurapika scowled and began to stand up to leave, but was quickly caught by Leorio.

“I’m sorry man, I’m not trying to laugh at you. It’s just a bit strange. We’ve walked past several billboards of half naked women and I know you’ve seen porn before. What was so different about this experience?”

This made Kurapika think. “Maybe it was because it was a live woman? I guess it could have made it feel more real to me?”

Leorio didn’t seem satisfied with his answer. “Was there something different about this woman? What did she look like?”

Kurapika thought back to (Name). She wasn’t small and petite like most of the woman in Kurapika’s life. She had a full figure, with a cute pudgy tummy and squishy thighs that Kurapika caught himself staring at often.

“Oh. Well, I guess she does differ from the woman I’ve seen.”

Leorio tilted his head. “How so?”

Kurapika didn’t really know how to answer. He could say she had a fuller figure or describe (Name)’s body type, but he feared that would give him away.

“She wasn’t petite.”

Would she be insulted by that description? He didn’t know. Kurapika didn’t care too much for appearances, all he knew was that he liked how (Name) looked.

Maybe a bit too much.

“Ah, so you like curvier women. I see you’re a man of culture.”

Leorio patted Kurapika on the shoulder, the blonde swatting his hand away.

“Whatever. Just tell me what the hell a sexual awakening is and how I can make it stop.”

Leorio laughed. “Make it stop? Buddy, you can’t do that. You’re awakened, you gotta try and ride it out.”

“Ride it out!? How the hell do I function when I’m… getting aroused over the smallest of things?”

Leorio groaned. “You know, must guys go through this as teenagers. I don’t know man, try jacking off more, watch porn, maybe buy yourself some toys? You’re an adult Kurapika. It’ll be easier for you to go through this now.”

Kurapika’s face turned completely red at Leorio’s words, quickly chugging the rest of his beer to try and cool himself down.

“You’re very vulgar. Can’t you use better language than that?”

“We’re talking about you having your first sexual experience, Kurapika. Do you want me to baby you or be real?”

The blonde pouted, feeling his head get a bit fuzzy.

“No, don’t baby me…”

“Alright. Well, why don’t you try and watch some porn tonight and see if that helps you at all?”

Kurapika sighed as Leorio handed him another beer. “Fine. I’ll try.”

Leorio ruffled his hair. “That’s my boy. If that doesn’t work, we’ll regroup. I’m here for you, Kurapika. I don’t want you and (Name) going at it for the first time and-“

Kurapika smacked him over the head. “Shut up, you asshole.”

Leorio laughed. “I’m joking, I’m joking. I know you don’t like her like that. If you did…”

He trailed off, suddenly serious.

“I know this isn’t the best time, but you should really apologize to her. It might not seem like it, but what you did still affects her. I know you said it out of anger and “for her own good”, but an apology would put her mind at ease. Even if you’re not actually sorry.”

Leorio obviously cared for (Name) a lot, and Kurapika could feel the tension in the air. Although Leorio was friendly with him, he knew that he was still angry about their last encounter. (Name) had been nothing but caring to Kurapika, only for him to throw her kindness in the garbage.

“You have three weeks to think it over. She’s really forgiving, if you man up and apologize she’ll forgive you, easily. Even if you’re lying. She cares about you, more than you think.”

Kurapika pushed back his hair, the heat in his face not from embarrassment anymore, but from the alcohol slowly kicking in.

“I… I care about her too. I really do, even if I say I don’t. My line of work is just dangerous and…”

Leorio sighed. “I know. The kids might not understand, but I do. To some extent. I don’t want her getting hurt either.”

Leorio placed his drink down. “You should be kinder to her, though. She’s letting you stay here rent free. The least you could do is not shy away from her randomly.”

‘I shied away because I got a boner just from her touch…’

Kurapika kept this thought to himself, chugging his second beer. “Mmm. It’s getting easier to drink…”

Leorio pulled the bottle away from the blonde. “Hey, slow down. You’ll make yourself sick if you drink too much at once. Have you ever had alcohol before?”

He blinked slowly. “Once, I had some champagne while I was working as a bodyguard. Only a little though, Melody stopped me from drinking more than one glass.”

Leorio nodded. “That was smart of her. Here, I’ll give this back but you should try sipping slowly.”

Kurapika held out his hand for the bottle, only to grab too late. The bottle was sent crashing onto the ground. Thankfully they were in the backyard so it fell on grass.

“Shit, you alright man? You’re…”

Kurapika’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes were half lidded. “I’m what?”

Leorio groaned. “You’re drunk. Shit, (Name) is going to kill me.”

Kurapika didn’t react when Leorio stood up and opened the back door. “Let’s get you inside. I’ll grab you some water to sober you up.”

The man helped Kurapika to his feet, helping him to the couch before bringing him some water and leftover food that (Name) had stored for their lunch.

“I feel fuzzy…” Kurapika said, holding his head.

“Drink this and eat something. I didn’t even think about this being your first time drinking, of course you’d have a low tolerance.”

Kurapika took slow sips of the water, his mind wandering back to (Name).

‘Where did she go again? Can’t remember…’

———————

(Name) pulled herself up from the water, sitting on the edge of a pool the three had wound up in. The water park had been way too crowded, so they went to a small local pool instead.

Because everyone was at the water park for the free day, the pool was empty besides them. The boys were having an absolute blast, happy (Name) had taken the time to pack their pool toys and snacks.

She looked down to her phone, frowning.

‘It’s nearly 5 pm, we should get going soon…’

“Hey boys, y’all got 15 more minutes before it’s time to get out and dry off. I brought everyone a change of clothes.”

The two waved in acknowledgement of her words before they went back to playing. (Name) leaned back in her chair to relax a little longer.

‘I’ll bring Leorio and Kurapika here as well sometime this weekend. It’s always empty on Sundays.’

She nearly fell asleep before her phone started buzzing, nearly making her jump out of her chair.

(Name) quickly typed in her password and looked down to see it was an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“I’ve found the book you’ve been asking around for. When shall we meet?”

She picked up her bag and began walking towards the woman’s restroom. “Meet up? First of all I don’t know who you are, secondly-“

“It’s Illumi. Killua’s older brother.”

(Name) nearly let out a gasp, quickly closing the door to the women’s restroom behind her.

“How did you get my number?”

“Not important. I have what you want, and I’m willing to give it to you, in exchange for a favor.”

(Name) pursed her lips. “I won’t do anything to help you get Killua back.”

Illumi sighed on the other end. “Killua has nothing to do with what I want from you, (Name), but that can wait for later.”

The girl raised an eyebrow at this, but allowed him to continue.

“I will be in town this upcoming Wednesday. I’ll come to your residence with the-“

“Oh, that’s not happening. Killua-“

“Let me finish.”

(Name) stopped. He’d said it in a firm, unwavering voice. Illumi did not like to be interrupted, that was clear.

“I’ll come to your residence with the book. Send Killua out thirty minutes before our meeting time. I’ll be using In to conceal my presence, so he shouldn’t be aware I was ever there.”

“How can I be sure you aren’t tricking me?”

The man on the other end was quiet for a moment.

“I guess you can’t be sure. How badly do you want this book?”

(Name) bit her lip. She didn’t trust Illumi one bit, but if he was being honest…

“I’ll agree to your terms on one condition.”

He smirked behind the phone, leaning against a nearby wall. “Oh? And what is that?”

“You must promise you won’t try anything sketchy. If you do, I’ll believe you.”

Illumi’s eyes widened slightly. “With just a promise? I could lie, you know.”

She pushed her wet hair out of her face. “Yeah, but I want to believe you won’t. So what’s your answer?”

He couldn’t help but grin, playing with a strand of his long hair. “Alright, I promise.”

“It’s a deal. What time will you be meeting me Wednesday?”

Illumi hummed. “I can’t be completely sure, I have a job that I’ll need to complete before hand. I’ll just text you when I’m 30 minutes away.”

“Ah. Alright.”

‘Sure, go ahead and just make this harder on me.’

(Name) pulled her bathing suit top over her head, exposing her chest.

“I’ll be going now. See you then, (Name).”

He hung up without another word.

Illumi stared down at his phone with an amused smirk.

He hadn’t been planning anything fishy, he wasn’t stupid enough to piss off Killua after he’d had his needle removed.

‘That girl is interesting as always. I wonder if she’s really ready to return the favor I’ll be asking of her…’

(Name) pulled her dress over her head after drying herself off.

‘He didn’t SOUND like he was lying, but he is a trained assasssin…’

She sighed and dropped her wet clothes into her bag, walking out just in time to see Killua and Gon crawling out of the pool.

“(Name), where’s the clothes bag?”

She tossed the bag to them before walking back to sit in another, dry chair.

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(Name) and the boys carried in takeout, the girl pushing the door closed behind them with her hip.

“Leorio, Kurapika, we’re ba-“

She stared at Kurapika, who was leaning over the couch and waving at her with a blush on his cheeks.

“(Naaammmee)! You’re back…”

He stumbled to his feet before Leorio rushed forward and pushed him back down. “Hey, I told you to lay down so you could sober up!”

“Sober up? Leorio…”

(Name) sat the takeout on the table before walking over to the two, pushing Leorio out of the way. Kurapika looked up at her with a cute smile.

“(Name)… you were gone so long. Missed you…”

He leaned forward and pulled her into a hug, his face going straight into her chest.

“K-Kurapika…”

She stroked his hair, sending Leorio a glare. “Go get him a wet rag. He’s burning up.”

Kurapika was trying to say something, but was muffled by her boobs.

“Sweetheart, I can’t hear you.”

She pushed him back a little, the man looking up at her with soft eyes.

“I’m so sleepy… can you hold me?”

(Name) bit her lip, her hands running through his hair.

She told herself he was drunk, and that when he was sober he’d go back to being distant. She couldn’t get her hopes up.

“Of course. I’ll always be here for you, Kurapika.”

She sat down on the couch and he whined, pulling her closer to him.

“Lie down with me…”

He pulled her down next to him, burying his face in her chest before passing out soon after.

‘Ahh, he’s so cute...’ she thought as she kissed the top of his head. ‘I wish he was like this more often. He’s been so cold lately…’

KIllua stared at the two from a distance, his eyes narrowing.

“Leorio, why is that pervert holding (Name) like that? It’s ruining my meal.”

His words made Leorio snort. “He’s not a pervert, and he’s drunk. (Name) is weak to him, you know that. He asked her to hold him while he sleeps.”

Killua watched (Name) smile down at the man lovingly, his own eyes softening.

“She cares about him a lot. Pisses me off that it’s him of all people.”

Killua plopped down next to Gon at the table, munching on his dinner.

“Do you think she loooves him?”

Killua smacked the back of Gon’s head.

‘I hope not. I don’t think Kurapika is capable of settling down and loving her back.’ Killua thought.

The two fell asleep soon after, Leorio covering them up with (Name)’s favorite throw blanket.

‘He’s going to be in for a surprise when he wakes up.’ Leorio thought, snickering to himself.

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★ THE AFTER PARTY

⋆ 5 - SWEETHEART?

the time to leave comes quickly, and you depart from your apartment around 2pm to drive to the location alisa had sent you. it’s about 17 minutes away, located in a busier area of tokyo.

when you arrive, you feel yourself grow unnecessarily intimidated. the building looks professional like a corporate location, and extends a bit wide, about two stories high.

walking inside with your bag clutched in between your arms, you’re adrupltly stopped by what looks to be a security guard.

“your name, miss?” he asks you.

“y/n l/n, sir.” you watch him scan over the tablet he held in his hands.

“hm. your name isn’t on this list.” he says, eyes flicking up to you suspiciously. you’re unsure what to say as you stare back at him.

“you need to leave. this is a private area.” he says sternly.

“im sorry, but alisa haiba asked for me.” you attempt to reason, but he continues to usher you back out of the doors.

“sure she did. again, you need to leave the premises, now.” he argues.

your foot is almost backed out of the doors you once came through before a voice interrupts.

“ah, y/n, there you are!” alisa says as she makes herself known, eyeing the security guard as she beckons you over to her.

“this is an extremely important client. call me here before you try to kick someone out again.” she says, voice completely switched from the sweet tone she usually holds. the security guard frantically mumbles a ‘yes ma’am’.

you hold a still expression before alisa is brightly talking again.

“i’m so sorry about that! we have to take precautions sometimes. it wont happen again. let me give you a tour!” she says with a wave of her hand.

she walks with you around the building, each door embellished with its meaning on the front. you pass through each hallway, eventually leading to the elevator. when you exit, you take notice that the upper story is much more quiet than the bustling area below.

up here, the doors now have their selected titles surrounded in gold plaques. “NEKODANI OFFICE” and “BREAK ROOM” are just two examples of the few doors you see. you finally reach the end of the hallway, and alisa comes to a stop in front of the door.

“this is our recording studio. you’ll be spending quite a bit of time in this area.” she remarks before she smiles and continues. “the band is in here right now. ready to meet them?” she says as she reaches her hand for the doorknob.

you completely still after realizing what had just slipped from her mouth, having almost no time to react. your heart drums into your ears as you look to her with widened eyes, about to ask her to repeat her words, but she beats you to it by swinging the door open fully.

the room you stand outside of drops to such a silence that you could hear the drop of a pin. 4 pairs of eyes travel towards the entry way, not a single word uttered. alisa steps to the side, and your feet stay planted to the floor, legs not allowing you to move forward and you’re not exactly sure why, but you feel like you’re about to piss your pants.

“boys, welcome your new songwriter.” alisa speaks up, shattering the noiseless room.

the door closes behind you, and you can feel the stares radiating through your skin. your nerves eat at you with your eyes trained to anything but the people in front of you, and the only thing that utters out of your mouth is a short and hardly audible “hello.”

you hear the squeak of a chair and loud, rumbling footsteps until a presence makes itself known in front of your feet, and it speaks.

“did you know it was my idea to hire a songwriter? im pretty smart, don’t you think?” an excited voice rambles to you, and you find the courage to look up.

a tall and buff statured man stands in front of you, almost too close, hair spiked with frosted white tips and black roots. his golden eyes are wide and there’s a smile on his face as he waits for you to answer his partially rhetorical question. you try to find the words to say before another voice cuts in.

“you’re scaring the poor girl, bokuto. back up.” he says, placing a hand on the shoulder of the man, bokuto, in front of you.

his black hair waved at the framing of his face, eyes that colored gunmetal paired with a more lean build to him, and he gazes at you before he moves his friend out of the way.

“i’m sorry, excuse bokutos behavior.” he says to you.

“i would’ve punched him.” yet another voice cuts in. he lazily walks into view. a smaller height, and longer hair that sweeps into his face. blonde tips and dark roots, his eyes squinted and irises yellow.

“as if you haven’t done that before, kenma. you all are being too damn awkward.” the last bellows.

he comes forward with his hand extended for you to shake. his black hair swoops on one side of his face, honeyed eyes and a cheshire grin. the tallest of the group, and he leans toward you.

“pleasure to have you here. my friends are kind of stupid, don’t mind them.” he grins and you hear one of the others scoff, your hand moving as you shake his.

he manages to break some of the tension in the room, and you’re finally able to fully scan all of the faces in front of you.

theres no denying why these guys are famous. they can sing, they can dress, and they all definitely have the looks. yes, the cliche heartthrobs.

your eyes stop at the first boy that had tried to talk to you, and you’re able to move from your spot as you take a couple steps to him, hand out to shake his.

“i guess i also have you to thank for getting me hired, sir. sounds pretty smart of you to me.” you say, answering his question from before, and he beams as he accepts your hand. afterwards, you take a step back to position yourself in front of all four men.

“y/n l/n. it’s nice to meet you all. im glad to be able to have this opportunity to work with you. i hope i don’t disappoint.” you slightly bow as you declare, nerves still on high but dissipating enough for you to be able to introduce yourself. one of them takes the hint after your introduction to properly let you know who they are this time.

“no need to be so professional, sweetheart.”

‘sweetheart’?

“that spiky haired fella is bokuto, our drummer. he looks all big and broody but he’s a teddy bear at heart, if you couldn’t tell. goody two shoes, that’s akaashi. he plays bass and sings. this quiet snarky kid here is kenma, he plays synths. don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.” he stops and places a hand onto his chest and continues, “im kuroo tetsuro. lead singer. i think akaashi might still be stingy about that though.” he jokingly remarks, eyeing akaashi with a grin when the latter rolls his eyes.

you nod your head in understanding and repeat the names in your head a couple of times, as to remember them thoroughly. alisa waves her hands before she begins to speak again.

“alright, y/n! this will be the building you come to for every scheduled day you have. i hate to be such a workloader, but if you could think of some ideas for the album right away, that would be wonderful… you should be on the agenda to come back here in 2 days.”

“i can do that. i should probably head home now then, it was nice to meet you all.” you wave quickly, goodbyes shared from the band, and alisa eventually escorts you out of the building.

when you’ve finally arrived home, you’re able to fully process the events of today. the security guard, the huge building, the band, the famous band that you just so happened to get hired to write songs for along with one of those incredibly attractive band members casually slipping a ‘sweetheart’ as if you hadn’t just met.

nevertheless, you shake those intruding thoughts off and begin to brainstorm, and you’re really praying this won’t be a mistake.

<- PREV ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ->

★ FUN FACTS

⋆ bokuto got excited when you addressed him as “sir” because everyone else always says he’s unprofessional.

⋆ akaashi actually had no problem being the background singer, because he knew he wouldn’t like that much of a spotlight on him alone.

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mixtape-racha · 10 months

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter two: who's there?

words: 1.52k // warnings: discussions of death, cursing

“kang heejin? no fucking way - she sits next to me and seungmin in penology!” (y/n) couldn’t shake the disbelief from her features, despite the alarming truth in what jisung had told her.

“yeah, well not anymore. her parents found her on the kitchen floor last night. apparently it was a bloodbath, and there’s nothing to point towards any suspects. suho’s blaming himself because he flaked on date night - i heard he’s dropping out over it.”

suddenly the outside presence on their usually normal and quiet college campus added up.

“fuck. in woodsboro? it doesn’t make sense - the worst thing that’s ever happened here is when they closed blockbuster.”

jisung chuckled at that as the pair headed towards the quad to meet their friends. “that’s what i’m saying, man. everyone’s freaked. jeongin’s already asked if we can all crash at yours tonight so he knows we’re all safe.”

(y/n) shook her head, an small smile on her lips. jeongin was always the easiest to scare out of all their friends - heck, he refused to watch chucky anymore after their last group movie night.

“i’m just glad it wasn’t one of you guys.” she sighed, reaching their table already with 7 seated at it.

“we’re just glad it wasn’t you. we’ve all been calling you all morning and no one got an answer!” minho cried from his position on seungmin’s lap, brows furrowed in worry. scanning the table, (y/n) could tell everyone had let out a sigh of relief as soon as they saw her. shit. she really didn’t mean to make them worry.

“sorry, guys. i stayed at yeji and nari's last night for a study session, remember? phone died last night and i forgot to take my charger with me. did none of you think to call yeji and make sure i was still with her?”

jeongin scoffed at the assumption. “of course we did. you really think we wouldn’t after we find out some maniac gutted heejin in her own home last night? yeji’s the only reason everyone wasn’t hammering on our door this morning.”

chan cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention - he was kind of like the dad and the leader of the group, so everyone listened to his every wish and whim. “i heard the sheriff and deputy are going to be questioning everyone today. students, teachers, janitors, the lot.”

“they think its school related?” felix yelped, shocked at the idea that the murderer could be anywhere on campus right now. “surely, that means anyone could be a target?”

“well, they have no idea, do they? so, school and family is a good place to start, then if not they widen the search.” (y/n) claimed, finally her studies in criminology coming to use.

“but i suppose… if there’s no motive, yeah, anyone could be a target.” seungmin agreed, sharing a look with (y/n) as if to mutually agree the group should take a lot more precautions.

jisung huffed at that, making a dramatic show of rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “oh, please. its the millennium; motives are incidental.”

everyone let out a giggle at that - jisung had a habit of taking unimportant subjects too seriously. in any respectable slasher movie, he’d be the nerd who knows too much and chastises everyone for not following the survival rules.

“s’a bit of a big word for you, huh?” minho laughed, the expression taking over his body as his shoulders shook against seungmin’s chest.

as jisung’s face reddened, he flipped everyone off. “fuck you all, i’m gonna be the only one who survives this shit.”

“nah, not a chance. (y/n)’s our final girl, not your dumbass.” hyunjin cackled, slapping jisung on the back as the bell rang. “see you all in the cafe after class?”

the group said their goodbyes, seungmin joining (y/n) as they headed to their shared class for the morning. “man, here’s to hoping its a one-off robbery gone wrong, huh?”

but being in the lecture hall that morning felt wrong - it was the class they were supposed to share with heejin, and suddenly the room felt so much more empty with only one person missing.

“i don’t know, seung. from what people are saying, it seems personal. she was stabbed to death in her own kitchen, with her own knife. its fucked up.”

one-by-one throughout the day, students were called into the principal’s office to talk to him, the police sheriff and the deputy. by lunchtime, the questions asked of each person were the talking point of everyone. it seems people were doing anything to keep the topic from discussing a potential murderer roaming around town.

“did they ask if you like to hunt?” minho asked felix across the table, the latter nodding in response.

“why would they ask if you like to hunt?” (y/n) questioned, confused. it seemed she’d be asked completely different questions than the boys.

“because they found her gutted. hunting techniques, you know?” jeongin responded, refusing to look up from his phone for longer than 5 seconds to completely join the conversation.

“well, they didn’t ask me that. they just asked if i knew her, if we were friends, if she’d shown any signs of needing to be worried about her….”

changbin scoffed at that; “yeah, because its takes a man to do something like that. hunting, (y/n). i don’t see any girls around here being the type to go out and kill rabbits.”

swiveling in her seat to face the buff man opposite her, she frowned. “no way. the killer could easily be female. don’t be so sexist. this is exactly why female serial killers are taken less seriously, man.”

on the far side of the hyunjin laughed, the rest of the group following in its effectiveness. slapping his hand on the table in his fit of giggles, hyunjin pointed at changbin.

“do not get her started on the inequalities between male and female serial killers, bro. we’ll be here all night!”

“yeah, yeah, let’s all bully the person here most likely to be the killers next victim.” (y/n) joked, leaning her head on changbin’s shoulder. “anyways, have we decided where we’re having movie night tonight, yet?”

noticing the way that the boys all shared a similar look, (y/n) realized they must have discussed this before she had arrived to meet them at the cafe. trying to refrain from rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms.

“go on then. what’s your decision, all-mighty leader?” she huffed, addressing chan specifically and choosing to ignore the way seungmin snickered behind her.

“well…” chan began, as if he was worried about her reaction. “we just figured we’d do it at yours? since, you know, we can’t all stay the night because of classes tomorrow, and we don’t want you being out at night right now.”

“you do realize heejin was killed in her own home? me being inside or outside won’t make any difference if i’m going to be attacked. but… if we’re all at mine if means i can just wear my pajama’s so, yeah, okay.”

jisung clapped his hands, breaking the tension between (y/n) and chan as quickly as it had started.

“it’s settled, then. we all meet at (y/n), minho and jeongin’s tonight. and no scary movies!”

classes for the rest of the day sucked. how the fuck did lecturers expect people to be able to concentrate when a classmate was brutally slaughtered the night before? quite frankly, it was insanity. between the crying, gossip, and fear, no one managed to accomplish anything.

of course, there were the few people who found humor in it all - sneaking up behind girls walking across the courtyard, or “reenacting” how they thought the murder scene folded out. it was disgusting, and (y/n) couldn’t believe people were allowed to behave in such a way after the worst night the town of woodsboro had ever seen.

honestly, all she wanted was to be at home, curled up in her pajamas, watching a movie with her favorite boys. just the nine of them in her, minho and jeongin’s shitty apartment, watching a shitty movie and sharing snacks. deep down, (y/n) wanted to forget the horrors she had heard today, and hide away in her bed until it all passed over.

but this was real life, and she was expected to carry on with her studies as if nothing had happened. it was kind of insulting to heejin’s memory, really. while the two weren’t exactly close, or even friends, (y/n) had always admired how lovely heejin was. the blonde girl had always gone out of her way to be kind to everyone she met, and tried her hardest to make everyone feel welcome and included. she had many friends, yes, but never tried to be popular because she didn’t understand how people could feed into negative stereotypes like that.

truly, (y/n) would miss heejin. and she prayed inherently that it was a one-time thing, that no one else would have to go through the loss that heejin’s family did.

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 8 months

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Tear Down My Reason [3]

Orderly!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Looks like you have to hide under Blue's desk again.

Series Masterlist - this chapter can be read on its own.

A/N: I had to double-check that it’s 'a union’ not ‘an union’ because I was so paranoid. Reader is afab and non-binary.

Warnings: overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here, gonna say dubious concent because reader is a patient, blow job/cock licking, exhibitionism? kinda?, Blue just having a load of dirty thoughts, Blue being a bit possessive, Honey as a pet name please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1780

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You pushed your tongue into Blue’s mouth, both of your hands on his cheeks and holding him close.

He moaned against you, grabbing hold of your thighs and pulling them higher, more fully against him. His desk chair rocked under your movements as you straddled his hips and kissed him for all you were worth.

Honestly, you hadn’t intended to end up in his situation again, you really hadn’t. You had just knocked on his office door to see him. Nothing more. Just a chat. To talk. About the asylum. And… things.

You hadn’t come here planning on grinding against his cock and making out. Really.

Blue slid his hand under your shirt, scraping his nails lightly over your warm skin, moving higher to-

Knock, knock, knock.

You freeze and so does Blue, both of your eyes snapping open at the same time and staring at each other.

Knock, knock, knock.

He holds you tightly, protectively as a dark look of annoyance crosses his face. “What?”

“Oh, erm, sir, our meeting with the union rep?” A quiet voice calls through the closed door. Almost instantly, you recognise that voice. Harris, Blue’s second in command.

Through the frosted glass, there are the silhouettes of two people standing outside the door. The door that is the only way out.

“Shit.” Blue whispers.

You turn back to look at him, unable to stop the sudden rise of panic.

While you were sure if it was just one or any number of orderlies Blue would have no problem getting rid of them, or more likely, they wouldn’t care if you walked out of his office with love bites on your neck. But a union rep didn’t sound good.

“Oh yes,” Blue clears his throat, “just one moment.” He stares wide-eyed at you for a second before you both whisper at the same time:

“Under the desk?”

Blue grins and nods and you cover your mouth as you laugh.

You disentangle yourself from his embrace and slide under the desk, it doesn’t slip your attention that you’ve been in this position, hiding under Blue’s desk, twice in the last week.

There’s a little shuffle and squeak of the wheels of Blue’s chair as he gets into position before he calls out. “Come in!”

He stands again as the other two men enter the room to shake their hands, which makes you think him fussing over pushing his chair in was very pointless, before he sits back down.

The three of them exchange pleasantries before they start to talk. You can barely focus on the conversation for more than a few minutes before boredom starts to overtake you.

You try, you really do, to keep yourself occupied. Ten minutes pass. Then fifteen.

Then twenty.

For one long moment, you seriously consider just jumping out from under the desk and yelling surprise so you can leave.

Then a little thought begins to take root in your mind.

Gradually, you inch forward. Taking every precaution you can to make as little sound as possible. Which is actually easier than you thought it would be. The three men speaking above you are all so absorbed in their conversation that you’re pretty sure you could loudly recite the alphabet without them noticing.

You settle in front of Blue’s legs, unable to stop your grin from spreading itself across your face.

Painstakingly slowly you reach upwards and slide your hands up his inner thighs.

He visibly jumps, his breathing hitching and you manage to suppress a small chuckle.

As he moves you quickly hook your fingers under the waistband of his scrubs and pull them down just enough to expose his cock.

More fool Blue for always forgoing underwear.

Luck seems to be on your side as the others don’t seem to notice, the union rep is speaking and Harris must be paying attention to him and not Blue.

As you run the tip of your finger along his soft length his leg twitches. He reaches under the table with his right hand and flicks, not able to look down and scold you without arousing suspicion.

You easily avoid his hand, and Blue has to raise it back up quickly as he is spoken to and given papers to read.

“So if you look here,” the union rep continues.

You press your face into his thigh to suppress your laughter.

“I see, so if -ah!” Blue lets out a little exclamation of surprise as you suddenly inch forward and take his cock into your mouth. He coughs, splutters, excuses himself, and then tries to continue. Both of the other gentlemen’s eyes on him.

You suck softly on his rapidly hardening length and swirl your tongue over the fat head until you can no longer fit all of it in your mouth.

Blue presses his lips together, covering his mouth with his fingers and making it look like he’s just resting his elbow on the table, his chin on his hand.

He lets out short, sharp muffled intakes of breath, trying to get a hold of himself. They are just loud enough for you to hear, but not so much that Harris or the union rep do.

With his left hand, he tries occasionally to grab at you, presumably to halt your actions. But he has to give up every time you lean back, unable to follow without drawing attention.

His lower stomach muscles tremble ever so slightly as you take the base of his thick cock in your hand and angle him a little more towards your eager mouth.

The tension in his thighs radiates through you, his legs spread wide but still pressing against your shoulders.

You lay your free hand against his inguinal groove to steady you both before you lick, board, and flat, over the tip of his cock, pressing firmly against the slit.

Blue swears.

Quickly turning the curse into a cough.

You grin. And do it again, and again, and again.

Each lick is painstakingly slow and drawn out, running him over from the very back of your tongue to the tip before repeating the motion.

Blue tries to concentrate on what is being said around him, to him. Tries to keep up with the conversation, but quickly his attention just dissolves into the sensation of you on his weeping cock.

He’s sweating, flushed, shaking a little from fighting the urge to buck into your warm mouth. The need to cum that is building so mind-numbingly fast. The fact that you’re there, on your knees, pleasuring him during a meeting is almost too much to bear. He closes his eyes briefly to hide when they roll back.

His precum is salty on your tongue. Every now and then you wiggle your head to the side to spread the taste of it, to smear it all over and Blue lets out the smallest groan of appreciation.

It’s torture, pure torture. And he loves every second of it. His mind racing with all the things he’s going to do to you the second this fucking meeting is over.

He’s going to make you scream. Overstimulating until you're a crying mess and begging for his forgiveness.

He’s going to lick your aching pussy so softly, so gently, over and over until you don’t know when one orgasm ends and the other begins.

He’s going to sink in cock into you and fuck his cum so deep that you’ll never be rid of him. And then he’s going to make you sit on his lap, full of his spend and cock, and not let you go. Just sit on this chair and make you whine.

He can almost see the embarrassment on your face, the panic as you would sit, split open while he went about taking meetings calmly. Holding you close as you pressed your face into his neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulder while he discussed the overnight rota with Harris or the fucking meal plan with James.

God, you would look so good just cock warming him for all the world to see. For them all to know you were just his.

Pleasure twists tight in his belly as you keep licking, bringing him closer to the edge.

Blue no longer attempts to stop you with his free hand, instead, he grabbed hold of your shoulder pressing and squeezing just a little to encourage you to pick up the pace.

And, thank god, you do. Running your tongue over his tip and slit again and again and again.

He was going to fuck you so well after this, fill you up to the brim, and make you feel so good. His Honey. Too good for him, too good for this place, you deserved the fucking world. He’d give you anything, everything.

His balls contract, his grip on your shoulder tightening, and you know he’s close.

One more flat lick and you wrap your lips over the head and suck, flicking your tongue over him as you do so.

Blue tenses, his fingers digging in almost painfully and his legs squeezing against your shoulders as he spurts hot, thick cum into your mouth.

You swallow eagerly, licking him clean as every muscle in his body relaxes and goes limp. He slumps a little in the chair, letting it do all the effort in keeping him upright.

Carefully you pull up his scrubs and tuck him in before sitting back and smiling.

Maybe if this meeting went on for long enough you could do it again.

Unfortunately, it’s only another five minutes before both Harris and the union rep get up, shake Blue’s hand and leave.

As the door closes, Blue stays still in the chair for a moment. Seemingly waiting to make sure the other two men are truly gone.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Honey?” He growls. “Did you like being fucking bad?”

You can’t stop your laugh. Glee bubbling up in your chest.

Blue snarls and moves so suddenly, kicking out the chair and crouching down. You see a flash of the predatory gaze in his eyes as he grabs hold of you and yanks you out from under his desk. His grip is firm but careful not to actually hurt you.

Your giggles grow louder.

“Oh, funny is it?” He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck and nipping at your skin, running his tongue over the spot when you yelp. “You like teasing me? Torturing me, do you?”

You nod, squirming as he pulls you into his lap.

He chuckles and kisses your neck, your jaw, just under your ear.

“I have plans for you Honey… let me show you.” He whispers.

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jackiequick · 3 months

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I’m Already Gone | Top Gun Maverick Fanfic 📄

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw & Jennifer Mitchell

Summary: It happened in a blink, it happened in a flash, as that night ran cold and old as she had ever seen. What happened that night the papers were pulled? Heartbreak.

Timeline: Post Top Gun—Pre Top Gun Maverick

Characters mentioned: Pete Maverick Mitchell, Tom Kazansky, Carole Bradshaw, Dane Bradshaw, Austin Mitchell and etc

Song inspired fic: Already Gone by Sleeping At Last

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It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

In tears.

Sore throats from all the screaming and crying at 3 in the morning.

But it did.

Here’s what happened…

…it was a cold decision based night at The North Island. Pete was out pulling an all nighter, Austin was at Dane’s house doing god knows what and Jennifer was alone. At home, getting calls every few hours from her father to see how she was doing.

To be honest, she was doing fine. It was a rare occasion for the house to be quiet that late at night, usually there was some kind of noise being heard across the halls. Either from the boys or one of her friends.

But tonight, it was pure silence. You can hear the windows cracking from the drips of water outside, the sound of the wooden floor creek every once in a while, and the rumbling of car engines driving past the streets right outside her door. In the living room, she can hear it all too well.

It felt like a odd film she was placed in but she didn’t expect to be thrown in.

Her one thoughts were about Bradley. She knew he was sorta stressing the past few days about getting into the academy and proceeded in his dreams of becoming a pilot. She knew from stories that he always wanted to fly, just like his father Goose and unofficial uncle Maverick.

But Jennifer also knew the concept of events and consequences coming into that role. Deployment across the country, flying into dangerous territory, long distance trips from home and safe housing wasn’t always the best for pilots. Usually in secure parking areas but still.

A part of her wasn’t sure if she was ready to give that up yet, not having Bradley around everyday.

She didn’t know if she wanted that for herself either. She loved the idea of being in the air, cool tricks and taking a knowledgeable look at the world from the cockpit of your plane, it was a rush you can only imagine. But she loved being on the groundwork for things too, surrounded by family and friends. Teammates.

Jenny decided that whatever happens with that paperwork, she will be happy for him. It will hurt to see him leave her to go fly out into the world but she loves him either way…

Jennifer cleared her thoughts turning down the lights on the first floor and headed upstairs to her bedroom, free falling onto the mattress as she climbed underneath the covers, deciding to get some rest. It was late. Midnight. And she was still awake. So laying her eyelids shut for now, she curled up against the pillows and slowly nodded off.

~~~~

Remember all the things we wanted

Now all our memories, they're haunted

We were always meant to say goodbye

~~~~

The next moment happened in a flash, gently being awakened by the sound of footsteps on the first floor and small grunts. She couldn’t tell if that was her father’s footsteps or not, but just for precaution Jenny swiftly escaped the bed and grabbed the baseball bat from behind her door as she walked downstairs.

Even though she was groggy from sleep she held the baseball bat in her grip tightly, ready to swing at the figure she found in the kitchen sipping a glass of water. It confused her as she squeezed her eyes a couple of time, trying to wake herself up swinging a hit at the tall fellow who ducked.

It took Jenny a second to realize who it was, hearing a gulp a second later.

“Bradley?!” She asked, lowering her bat a bit.

“Yes? Who else do you think it is?” He exclaimed, sounding annoyed.

“S-sorry..w-what in heavens are you doing here it..it’s 2 in the morning.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Don’t worry I’ll be gone and out of your hair soon.”

“No? You came here for something..what was it?”

“I was looking for you and Maverick.”

“Why? What did i do?”

~~~~

Even with our fists held high

It never would have worked out right, yeah

We were never meant for do or die

~~~

Instead of saying a word, Bradley handed Jenny a slip of paper that seemed to be a bit wet and crumbled at the corners. It was at the same time, she noticed the look on his face. His hair was wetter than expected, patched of droplets over the shoulders of his shirt as his sweater lay on the chair next to the kitchen table and he was wearing sweatpants.

He had small bags under his eyes. His eyes were dropped onto her hands, as if he wanted to hold her.

To tell the truth, Bradley was craving from physical touch from her in the smallest way, shape or form. He has been a wreck all of a sudden after recycling that letter from the bin at home, that he grumped and threw away. He didn’t want to believe the words said on that paper, nor the fact that his suspicions were correct.

But a part of him told him they were.

He watched as Jenny read the letter, her expression changing every once in a millisecond from shock to sorrow all wrapped into one. He noticed her biting her bottom lip for a moment, as if she’s trying to take it all in with a scoff. A hint of a ever so tiny half smile was tugged at her lips, it was quickly changed but it was there.

He saw it.

Finally after a deep breath of silence waters, she looked up at him, her fingertips playing with the edges of the paper.

“I’m sorry Bradley..” She said in a soft whisper, as if she was gonna wake up a dog within the house, “..I know how much you wanted to fly..”

“I can’t do that now..” He replied with a soft haze voice, looking away for a second.

“You can always apply again, right? I mean, dad can pull a strings to have your application be seen early or maybe Ice do it?…”

“No. Don’t even mention Maverick.”

“Brad, honey, it’s not the end of the world. You will get other chances..i know you will.”

“Not with Maverick around.”

“W-what?”

~~~

I didn't want us to burn out

I didn't come here to hurt you now

I can't stop

~~~

He sighed and scoffed, “Jen, baby, don’t play dumb with me right now. You may be saying all of this but i don’t believe you. We both know how much you want me to stay here, we discuss it before!”

“That was a while ago! Yes it will take some time getting used to..b-but I wouldn’t stop you from flying!..wait you think i had something to do with this?” She asked, soften her gaze at the question.

“Did you? I mean it wouldn’t be the first time you pulled a stunt like that to protect me.”

“No. No, no, no! I-i would not do that. You can trust me on knowing that I wouldn’t go behind your back for that.”

“Jen..you are the closest person here to know if something that was up..d-did you have a feeling this would happen?”

“..I honestly don’t know. But you don’t get to come into my house in the middle of the night and accuse me for such a thing.”

“Did you know that Mav would do this?”

“I..no. H-he would’ve pulled my papers too..”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he does or, he already did it and you just don’t know it yet! Maverick Mitchell has always been shown to be my biggest supporter but all of a sudden he pulls something like this? And the fact that i don’t know if i should believe you right now is what ticks me off.”

“Bradley wait..”

“I..you didn’t think i saw that little smile as you read the paper? Huh?!”

~~~

I want you to know

That it doesn't matter

Where we take this road

Someone's gotta go

~~~

Jen wouldn’t admit it but she did smile reading the whole thing, she didn’t want him to leave just yet especially at this young of an age. Tears slowly being welcomed into the corner of her eyes came despite on request.

But she wanted him to fly, enjoy his life even if she left to pick up the pieces at home.

“Okay, maybe i did smile, huh? Cause i don’t want to see you go or worse, have you slip away from my fingers the second you get the green light to do so?!” She yelled, as her temper started to reach up her back.

“I’m not going to leave you!” He replies back, with furrow eyebrows.

“You don’t know that! Austin’s planning on flying like dad, Dane wants to go into engineering planes and high tech jets! You’ve been ready to fly past the 7 seas since you were 8…i just thought maybe..maybe this was a sign that we will be alright..that i don’t have to say goodbye, yet..so yeah, blame me. Go ahead!”

“..blame you?”

“Mhm. Blame me..since you need someone to yell at..”

“Jen..i don’t..I don’t know what to think, okay? B-but I’m..The Navy is my dream, i always wanted to fly..but I can’t wrap my head around not knowing if I actually really got a chance to be there..and i want you there..with me.”

“Then why have you been so busy and in a hurry to get out?..but..not once have you mentioned about it was gonna be us there..just you. You alone, Brad.”

“It always occurred to me that you would be there..”

“It occurred to you that i would just be there with you?! W-what I didn’t want to?..i love you, Bradley, i do and I understand why you feel this way about everything but..there has to be something else right? Why are you in a hurry to get out?”

~~~

And I want you to know

You couldn't have loved me better

But I want you to move on

So I'm already gone

~~~

Bradley was silent at the question being repeated. He looked down, as his eyes finally watered. The sound of his sniffles could be heard as clear as day.

She can only guess the reason.

It’s been a less than a hectic year since his mother died. Carole Bradshaw death recked everyone. Leaving a painful scar in the family’s overall built, where it still felt a fresh opened wound.

She was like a mother to Jenny. Treating her with as much love, care and compassion than anyone can ever imagine. Hugs and kisses among all of the kids as her smile can light up the whole night sky.

And her laughter bringing souls together in a lifespan, just wanting to dance around the room. From her sass, to her wit and gossipy cheer.

“..my parents.” Bradley simply said, almost choking on the words.

“..Goose and Carole..that’s why you fight to hurry and fly..to chance that wish to be there..in the there with them.” She answered, looking away.

“Is it bad..? Is it so bad i want to touch the clouds like my dad did and come home to your waiting arms?”

“No..it’s not. It’s a dream but..I don’t know how long i can take waiting for you to come home..w-what if you don’t come home? A-a-an-and i get a knock on the door from a solider with—”

“Don’t. Don’t finish that sentence, Jennifer. It’s not gonna happen! I will come home, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to take the risk to see the world and be a pilot. You know that right?”

She walked away from the kitchen and into the living room as she sighed, “Here we go again..”

“What?” He asked, followed behind her.

“Again with the whole pilot talk! I get that, you want to be like your father but there is more to life than just flying Bradley!”

~~~

Looking at you makes it harder

But I know that you'll find another

That doesn't always make you wanna cry

Started with a perfect kiss

Then we could feel the poison set in

Perfect couldn't keep this love alive

~~~

You know that I love you so

I love you enough to let you go

~~~

He raised an eyebrow and scoffed loudly, “You’re serious? If it was anyone else, i would say you’re possibly right but you’re father is Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. If anything you know better than anyone how important that is!”

“And what if it isn’t?!” She spin around and yelled back, with a glare having enough.

“You’re hilarious.”

“I’m being serious!”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“No, you don’t get it. I understand you very well and i love you for everything you stand for..but what if it’s short lived? I can’t watch you die, Bradley..I understand you’re mad at my father, you’re more than hurt and you might not trust what I’m saying right now but a part of me knows I’m sure..”

“..w-what are you saying? That your right here and I’m wrong? Cause i do get it! And I’m more than mad right now, I’m furious but whatever happens next..that’s my decision to make, Jen. I need you to know that.”

“..okay. I’m just trying to protect you Bradley but I won’t be there when you yell in my dad’s face tomorrow for pulling your papers..i want you to be okay.”

~~~

I want you to know

That it doesn't matter

Where we take this road

Someone's gotta go

~~~

At this point, her eyes were patchy with tears and her nose was reddish as she watched his face changed.

They were both on two different ends of the slightly aggressive disagreement. The two each had their reasons and doesn’t matter how many times they had to repeat them, until they got a point.

It was late.

They have been screaming and yelling at one another.

Their eyes were puffy and throats were dry, sore even.

Yes, they both wanted to touch the sky from the seat of their cockpits but they their reason weather or not to do so. Of course Jennifer wanted to fly just as bad as he did. But her fears and experiences from the family held her back.

The long distance trips, deployment, people she cared about dying young and old, and the navy not always living up to their truth.

She looked down at her necklace Bradley gave her months back on Valentine’s Day as a present, taking a deep breath removing it from her grasp and watching his face as she did.

Bradley’s eye furrowed in fear, annoyance and grief. His eyes flickered between every single way but meeting her gaze. He gulped, as the finger he used to point at her dropped and hesitated to raise again.

He shook his head, blinking twice walking forward in strives as his face said it all. He reminded himself at that moment how much love and respect he had for her, realizing how he basically bashed her more than once.

He didn’t mean to be this way. But watching her remove that single piece of jewelry he gave her the year before his mother died, the one was supposed to be used as a promise to her.

Well, it hurt.

~~~

And I want you to know

You couldn't have loved me better

But I want you to move on

So I'm already gone

I'm already gone

Already gone

You can't make it feel right

When you know that it's wrong

~~~

“W-what are you doing? J-Jen don’t. Please, don’t.” He said, standing in front of her glancing at the clock, “..i love you. Don’t do this.”

She sucked in a breath and held out the necklace, “I know you do. But I can’t hold you back. As much as we love one another, and will always be in each other’s lives..right now, we can’t.”

“I want you!”

“You want to fly.”

“I want both!”

“You want to have it all but it can’t happen right now. I can’t be the one holding you back..”

“Jen please..I’m begging you. I’m sorry, we can work it out!”

“Not with your anger and pride taking over..”

“T-think about this! You’re making a mistake here, Jen. I can’t let you be gone.”

“I’m already gone.”

“You’ll regret this!”

“And so will you.”

~~~

I'm already gone

Already gone

There's no moving on

So I'm already gone

Already gone

Ooh, oh

Already gone

Already gone, yeah

~~~

Bradley didn’t say another word, closing the gap between them as he looped a finger underneath her chin and pressed a kiss onto her cheek.

He felt a salty tear run down her cheek and reach his fingertips wiping the other way. The other hand took the necklace from grasping palm, fumbling with the chain for a moment.

Jennifer wrapped her around his middle and pressed her face against his neck huffing, holding back a sob as she ran her fingers across his golden brown curls.

She kissed his cheek and then forehead gazing softly into his eyes. He half smiled, leaning into her touch and hummed.

She didn’t want to say goodbye either, but she could bare to witness this any further than what thoughts appeared in her heard. The hint of his cologne entered her nose as she sighed deeply.

Both didn’t want to pull away from another’s light grip.

~~~~

Remember all the things we wanted

Now all our memories, they're haunted

We were always meant to say goodbye

I want you to know

That it doesn't matter

Where we take this road

Someone's gotta go

~~~~

Bradley was the first to pull away noticing the white letters on the coffee table, one being addressed to her as he picked it up.

He signaled for her to open it. He knew she didn’t like to open mail late at night but he couldn’t leave without knowing she got in or not.

Either way, he will comfort her.

She hesitated for a moment, shaking her head but her actions speaker louder than words as she ripped opened the letter to expect something different yet familiar.

Her eyes ran across the page, handing it to Bradley as she gasped, hovering a hand over mouth. He read it quickly, eyesore scanning the sheet of paper to only sigh.

Same as him. She didn’t exactly get in.

The only thing he did was held Jenny in his arms, rubbing her shoulder as she let out a sob she was holding back. Tears rolled down his own face, baring his face into her hair mumbling a few things as they both sucked onto the couch.

No words were said, just soften noises escaped their lips. Resting her head against his chest, as he hummed staring at the wall.

Once again, their throats were sorely lacking as their faces remained dried up with fallen tear stains.

3 am.

They have been doing this for an entire hour.

Closed to almost 3:29am when Bradley stood up from the couch, resting a blanket across Jenny’s body.

Her eyes were nodding off as she whispered a soft, “..i love you..”

“I love you too..” He replied pressing a kiss to her forehead, “..get some rest.”

“You too..please?”

“I will..”

Without a second later, he walked out of the house with a small sigh and looked up at the sky that shined only a few stairs.

She reached over to the small lamp turning it off as her eyelids finally dropped, nuzzling against the throw pillow with a slight sigh.

~~~

And I want you to know

You couldn't have loved me better

But I want you to move on

So I'm already gone

~~~

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l Save me l

Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Hunt gone wrong, mentions of Violence, Talk of death, strong language.

Summary: You go solo on a seemingly easy Vampire hunt though you are quick to realise its not as easy as you first thought.

Word Count: 1.3K

Masterlist:

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You knew you should have asked for help on this hunt, but of course you were too stubborn for your own good. Currently you were on what you thought would be an easy Vampire hunt, but quickly turned sour once you realised this wasn't just 1 or 2 vampires it was a whole nest with close to 15 vampires. Wayyy more than you could handle on your own. Sam had checked in with you 5 minutes before you set out to where you had tracked them down and you assured him that you could handle yourself, how wrong you were.

Sam loved and trusted you so you knew that you wouldn't receive any ‘do you need any help’ texts as he knew just how capable you were, but this was when you told him it was just 1 or 2 Vampires.

You were currently huddled in the back corners of the house that the nest was occupying. You entered through the back door of the house taking the extra precaution to make sure that you weren't heard which definitely paid off when you witnessed 6 vampires stroll past you into another room. That was when you realised just how bad you fucked up as you had to quickly duck through the open basement door to which the vampires you had just avoided blocked the way you came in.

You had two options at this point; option one which was to be stubborn and continue with the hunt which would most likely end up with you dead, which wasn’t a very enticing option, so option two it is; swallow your pride and call Sam.

You pulled your phone out and silently prayed that he would answer quickly as you could hear more and more footsteps getting way too close to your location for your comfort.

One ring, two ring, three rings, you prayed and prayed that you wouldn't be stuck in this situation any longer, the feeling of dread that you would be stuck for the whole nest of Vampires to find made your blood run cold. Luckily for you Sam picked up.

“Hey sweetheart, how is the hunt going?” Sam asked flipping through lore research, “umm Sam, i need your help, i fucked up” the fear in your voice not escaping his eared making alarm bells go off in his head. You never call for help, let alone sounding as scared as you did. “Ok me and Dean are on the way don’t worry, what’s going on?” you could hear the roar of the impala in the background along with the worried sound of Dean also asking what was going on. “The nest turned out to be wayyy bigger than I thought Sam, there are close to 15 Vampires here, I'm hiding in the basement, I don't know if i'll make it out of this one Sam” You have never been so scared on a hunt, let alone admitting that it might be your last one. “Don't say that love, were on our way, were so close” just as he said that you heard movement outside the basement door and not just from 1 person.

As you heard the footsteps get closer you decided the best thing to do was huddle behind the stairs and hope to god that none of them spotted you. You turned your phone sound off all the way. Unknown to you Sam and dean were painstakingly begging you to answer them until they realised you couldn't talk so they remained silent listening and making sure they didn't hear any distress on your end.

You swore you could hear your own heartbeat beating out of your chest at how anxious you were in this moment. You watched painfully as multiple sets of feet came slowly stalking down the stairs and filling the basement. Your hope of not getting spotted was quickly dwindling as multiple vampires filled the basement. “Who do we have down here” One loud voice boomed down the stairs, just that sentence alone filled you with dread. They knew you were here.

“Looks like a hunter picked the wrong nest to hunt” I heard from my right, just before I was roughly grabbed and shoved up the stairs, my arms being twisted painfully behind my back eliciting a scream which was enough to let both Sam and Dean know you had been found.

Both Sam and Dean heard your scream just as they had pulled up to the Vampire infested house. You had never been captured before so Sam in this moment was filled up with as much fear as one man could have. He feared that you would be lying dead inside the house and that your last moments would have been filled with terror and fear, something he had feared would happen after he experienced Jessica die.

Sam and Dead had raced up the steps to the house machetes in hand ready to kill whatever they had to in order to get you back, what they weren't prepared for however was to come face to face with 7 or so Vampires and for you to be weakly on your knees holding your definitely broken arm with multiple bite marks littering your neck from where the Vampires fed on you. You were weak and deadly pale, but alive. There were close to 15 Vampires here in the beginning but through the discovery of Sam Winchester's girlfriend being in the house many fled knowing that Sam and Dean weren't far behind.

You weakly kneeled there waiting for the next Vampire to take their turn feeding from you when you heard the front door burst open, splintering and sending wood all over the floor in front of you. “Let her go!!” You knew that voice, it was the voice you love and the voice you were praying you would hear this whole hunt. “And what if we don't?” the Vampire holding you on your knees stated “you don’t have a choice, you're all gonna lose your heads anyway” you heard Dean say while admiring the freshly sharpened machete in his hand. Not long after Dean stated that both he and Sam started swinging. You were too weak to hold your head up at this point and with the fighting the Vampire holding you let your body drop to the floor in order to avoid the blade of Dean’s machete.

While you weakly lied there you held your arm close to your body and tried to keep your eyes open. Though you were weak you managed to lift your head up to see the last vampire's head roll making the last of your fear vanish. Moments later you felt someone lift your body up into their lap and hold your face in their hands. In that second you realised just how cold you had become turning your body more into theirs in order to relish in their body heat.

“Baby?” “please open your eyes love, please” you knew that voice, of course you did, it was the man you loved. You painstakingly opened your eyes with as much energy as you could muster in that moment looking straight into Sam’s eyes letting him know that you were still alive and here with them. They hadn't lost you.

“Thank you for saving me Sammy” you whispered thankful to know that you were now safe, hurt, but alive. “You don’t have to thank me love, let's go home, what do you say?” Sam had never felt such relief in his life.

Sam then continued to pick you up and carry you out to the Impala where Dean was waiting to drive everyone back to the bunker. “Thank you too Dean” you announced once you were gently laid down in the back with your head in Sam’s lap “no problem darling, glad you're ok. Couldn't bear it if you left me to deal with Sam alone” he joked, eliciting a laugh from you and an eye roll from sam. You snuggled into Sam on the way back thankful to have such great people you can trust.

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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It's midnight but I can't sleep thanks to Haechan. Just imagine o/c attending TDS2 in support of him and then getting railed after. Or before. Or both times. I don't mind 💅🏻

w!: semi-public oral sex (f), multiple orgasms, kinda rough but romantic sex (i guess)

a/n: i'm so excited for the concert, i know i will cry so let's be horny until we can

“Hyuck, where are you dragging me?” You try to keep your voice low to don’t attract unwanted attention from the staff behind the stage, but you can’t understand where your boyfriend is taking you.

“I don’t know,” he says when he moves a black drape and pushes you inside. “Seems private enough.”

“Haechan you have a concert to go back to.”

“I know,” he smirks, kissing you. “Do you know how important it is? We’re performing at the Jamsil stadium. The seven of us.”

You smile at how excited he is. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here to support you.”

He hums like a puppy, leaning in again, lifting you up to make you sit on top of… something. You can barely see him there, let alone make out any other object in that room.

“Hyuck, fuck,” you moan, trying to push your boyfriend off of you. “We can’t do this now.”

“I need to refill my energy,” he jokes, hands creeping under your skirt – why did you have to wear a skirt – before tugging your panties down to your ankles. Your eyes widen.

“Haechan,” you warn him but he completely ignores your words. “The stylist and the make-up artist just finished fixing you.”

“I’m not the one that comes out wrecked from our sex sessions,” Haechan blinks. He sighs when you glare at him, giving him a look he can only obey to. “Fine,” he makes you believe his brain finally got how dumb and reckless that was. Fucking ten minutes before one of the most important concerts of his life?

But he’s Lee Donghyuck. You should know him well by now. He never gives up when he wants something.

So you slap your face in disbelief when he gets on his knees.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss, not because you don’t want it but because getting straight into SM blacklist for getting eaten out by your famous idol boyfriend and causing him to be late or disheveled before such an important event is not something you want to happen.

“Eating my energy snack,” he grins, pulling your ass closer to the edge. You don’t even see him perfectly but you know that fucking smirk is still on his face as he starts eating you out. It’s like he’s getting drunk on you, and after all this time together you start to believe more and more that he is addicted to eating your pussy.

And all your will to complain flies out of there when he sucks and licks harshly, slurping so loudly you’d want to slap him because fuck, he is doing it on purpose. But that makes you even wetter.

His laugh against your wet cunt makes your head fall to stare at him. “And you said you didn’t want this.”

You groan. “I said we shouldn’t do this,” you stop, pushing down your throat sounds that you didn’t want strangers to hear. “Not that I didn’t want to.”

Haechan hums. “Of course you do. You’d never say no to me.” Another loud suck on your clit, making you squirm in embarrassment. There were no walls around you, just thick drapes that surely weren’t thick enough to muffle your boyfriend’s sounds on you.

“Where the hell is Haechan?”

You freeze when you hear one of his managers from outside, it’s far but not as far as you’d wish it was.

“Fuck, baby. Need you to come quickly.”

You hum, covering your mouth with your hand for extra precautions as you come from his oral skills. You still want to curse him, knowing you surely look like a mess, hoping he had a way to hide the boner in his pants before the concert started.

“You are dumb,” you say, head peeking out of the drapes to make sure there was nobody and you could sneak out.

“Damn, babe,” he scoffs. “Not even a thank you.”

“We were looking for you.” You can’t answer because Mark reaches behind you, glaring at Haechan.

“I’m here, this place is huge, I got lost.”

Mark raises a brow but he doesn’t have time for that and drags him away.

“Good luck!” You scream, sending him a flying kiss. “And don’t forget to have fun!”

When the concert ended the adrenaline was still on the roof, the boys were all so excited even if they were tired after performing for so long, but they couldn’t help talking about everything that happened, from the songs they loved performing the most to the way their fans showed them so much love, and even more melancholically how they thought they would see a day where they would perform like this.

That’s why you don’t expect your van to head to the 127 dorms. You sneak in as a staff member and when you reach the floor you go straight to his room.

“I thought you and Mark were going to stay with the Dream,” you say when he gets inside.

“And sleep on the floor?”

“You seemed so excited I guess you wanted to rant about the night a bit more.”

“I don’t think we’ll ever forget this anyway, so we have our entire lives to talk about that.”

You smile at him, taking in the glow on his face that it’s always there after he gives his best on stage, no matter how big or small it is.

“I’m really proud of you,” it slips out of you and your voice is almost teary.

“Don’t cry, I just finished crying because of all the emotions I felt don’t be another reason for my mental breakdown,” he begs, slumping on the bed next to you and you can only laugh, moving to the side to leave him more space.

“I won’t cry but it was so emotional and I love seeing you on stage. You were born to be a star.”

Haechan smiles and moves on top of you, leaning in to kiss you, it’s a long kiss, not rushed, passionate but also romantic. “Don’t you think I deserve a treat?”

“Yeah, you do.”

He’s surprised when you push him off and sit on top of him but he doesn’t complain.

There’s something different this time, it’s not like you never fucked after a performance but the adrenaline and the emotions of this concert, create a different energy flow between you two. Maybe it’s because he needs to release, you don’t know but you don’t even want to. You love how much needier he is, how his hands never leave your now naked body, and how his lips are on yours, maybe is to make you keep quiet when you sink on his cock, or maybe it’s just because he needs to feel you more, either way, you get drunk in his attentions.

“Hyuck,” you moan his name against his lips while your bodies rock against each other.

He moans. There’s something about the way his name, his real one, rolls out of your lips, the way you chant it couldn’t come close to the way thousands of people chant it in plain daylight. It’s the secrecy in the way your lips move to spell it out, it’s the way you whisper it knowing it will forever be on your lips, it’s how it’s only for you to say, to call, to scream, and whimper when he turns you putty in his hands.

“Need more,” he groans when you come together. And now he’s on top of you, pressing your legs against your chest as he pounds harder than before if it was for that it definitely feels less romantic but his lips kissing and nibbling your neck while he whispers how much he needs you say otherwise.

Your eyes blank lazily, forcing yourself to keep them open because you want to see him. You want to see his warm eyes stare at you as if you are the best thing that happened to him, you want to see how his red hair frames his beautiful face, and you want to watch as he also falls apart into you.

And you both come another time, his body collapsing on top of yours as you both gasp for air. You think he’s tired but when he turns you around, ass up and face down, you know you’ll be up for a very long night.

“I’m nowhere down with you, baby,” he whispers against your ear before slipping inside you again.

And as your head falls against the mattress, pleasure overtaking your body again, you can’t help but think how much you love concert nights.

#anon answered #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #donghyuck smut #lee donghyuck smut #haechan scenarios #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut

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majestyjun · 1 year

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ooooh 77 + 3 w taehyun like... it just gives so much owner/pet dynamics hehe 🫶

-🐱

yandere prompt game

3. “in the end… you’re only good for being with me. you’re useless at anything else, aren’t you?” + 77. “i cooked us a romantic dinner! so stay still while i detach the chains from you so we can go sit down, ok?” + taehyun

-> warnings; yandere, slight deteriorating state, imprisonment, slight degradation <-

a soft hum in the air, clinking of dishes quietly as taehyun neatly sets the table, a picturesque layout of his decadent dishes… although notably the only knife on his side, all atop a stainless table cloth, white as snow. darkened room, candles lit for effect, a single rose lying atop your plate, thorns neatly trimmed off as a precaution. he’s truly gone all the way for your anniversary, hasn’t he? a brief once over at his work, and with a satisfied smile, taehyun opens the door to your shared bedroom a slight crack, slipping through to avoid any surprises. steps as silent as snow falling, not a single creak to disturb his sleeping beauty; and as he stands beside the bed, a moment to admire your resting figure, still asleep from the slip he gave you earlier. after all, he couldn’t leave you alone for too long awake… a glance at his watch tells him the effects are wearing off. “my love, wake up,” taehyun murmurs, brushing your hair from your face. “…hmm?” stirring awake, blinking softly as he gazes down so lovingly, “tae…hyun?” “you’ve been looking a touch fatigued,” he notes, “remember what today is?” “i… i don’t have a calendar.” you mumble, sitting up dizzily, a heavy lock shackled to your ankle, metal bound to the bed. “hmm, it seems you’ve given up counting,” he replies, reaching for your hand as he raises it to his lips, a brief kiss placed on your ring finger, “it’s our one year anniversary, sugar.” shock trickles from your mind to your body, a hand coming to cover your lips as you realize in horror… he’s right. when did you stop counting the days of imprisonment…? you can’t remember. oh, the dangerous smile he gives you, so loving yet darkened with a slight threat, “i cooked us a romantic dinner,” a key in hand, taehyun gently examines the lock on your ankle, “so stay still while i detach the chains from you so we can go sit down, ok?”

“how is it, love?” taehyun asks, watching your every move as you tentatively lift a spoonful of soup, warm and perfectly seasoned. “it’s wonderful,” you reply, albeit a little shakier than you anticipated. never did you ever think he’d truly keep you here for a year; a year since you’d stepped outside, felt the sun on your face from outside a window, spoke to another person. and all your hours spent in his bed, awaiting his return to be freed to walk around, only with his constant presence, the chains returning when it came time to sleep. his perfect doll, so weakened by the limited movement, so reliant on him to even help you walk around, so prettily waiting for him to return. and he knows it; the way your hands tremble, each shaky spoonful as your wrists unfamiliarly act without the chains, the ones usually present during every meal. soft breaths, your hand tentatively taking a sip of water, so nervous under his constant gaze… as if he was waiting for something. “sugar—“ “ah–!” and just as his voice sounds, the nervous flinch you give has ice water spilling down over your clothes, frost cold crawling over your soft skin as the frigid liquid pervades and soaks into the fabric, sending chills creeping over your body. “oh, you’ve made such a mess, darling,” taehyun sighs, napkin in hand as he gently kneels before you, pressing the cloth to soak up the cold water, “couldn’t even drink water without my help?” his touch traveling close up your leg, the tension rising in the room as he smooths over your thigh, “i’ll run a warm bath for you, i suppose, can’t have you running. fever.” taking a hesitant breath, his proximity sending a crawling sensation of nervousness over your skin, you say what you know he wants to hear, “th-thank you, taehyun.” standing up, a kiss pressed to your hair before whispering in your ear, “in the end… you’re only good for being with me. you’re useless at anything else, aren’t you?”

… if there’s anything millie really really likes;;; it’s owner pet dynamics LOL (n opposites attract)

#taehyun x reader #yandere txt #taehyunnie <3 #txt hard thoughts #🐱 anon #mille.inbox #mille.anon

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k-s-morgan · 7 months

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Reading the recent post about missile attack. I hope you've taken the necessary precautions? Like putting a tape over the windows (so that if the glass shatters the debris doesn't go flying all over the room at high speeds)? I still think you really need to move on the opposite side of Ukraine. It's just a lottery, a completely random thing - whether or not your own apartment building gets damaged. Don't put your life in the hands of luck ; (

Hi! Oh yes, of course, we've taped our windows back when the war just started. Fortunately, they remain intact for now. To protect myself from the potential debris, I follow the 'two walls' rules. I leave my bedroom, close the door, and sit in the window-less hallway. It's still possible to be hurt or even die, depending on what comes crashing into the house and at which point, but the chances of survival are very high. Honestly, in my city Kyiv, very few people died from the missile or drone hitting the apartment building. It's 1000 times more likely to get hit by a car, but such deaths still took place, and every attack is terrifying because you just never know what's about to happen.

I've been struggling with the idea of moving since the beginning :( Some people react okay to attacks, many even continue to be outside, but I can't handle it. And I understand that if this goes on for months and years, at some point, I'll just develop cancer or other serious disease just because of my frayed nerves. So living here cannot be permanent if the war is going to be endless.

The problem is that the sense of my life, my biggest purpose, is my family. And they cannot leave with me. So I have to constantly ask myself, what is more important, my sanity or my loved ones? I cannot imagine life without them, and time passes so quickly - even without war, who knows how much I have left with them? Every day with them is precious to me. It's more important than everything else.

In the end, I arrived at a compromise with myself. I started actively learning Polish now, tomorrow is my first official lesson with a teacher. In a year and a half, my father will be allowed to leave the country and my mother will be close to getting retired. If the war isn't near to being over and missiles are still being fired over us, we'll move to Poland. I'll start doing all the planning earlier so that we'd be ready. Meanwhile, during this year and a half, I might go abroad for a month at a time just to rewind and calm myself. This way, I won't leave my family for long, but I'll also take care of myself.

Thank you so much for worrying about me! I still shudder to think what might happen in the next year, but now that I have a plan in place and I started moving toward it, I see the light in the end of the tunnel, and it helps me hold on.

#ukraine #personal #russia is a terrorist state

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hapan-in-exile · 5 months

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Volume 3 - Post #5: What did the wall ever do to you?

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Total word count: 2.8K (of 45K total in Volume 3)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, *NSFW*

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V. This is probably the most luxurious, and yet shady hotel that you’ve ever stayed at…pretty perfect for the clientele of Daiyu City. It's all very minimalist, with polished surfaces and elegant fabrics. In fact, the whole establishment seems a rich extravagance for such an ascetic man who usually slept on the ground sitting propped against a wall.

But the outsized cushy mattress is not why Mando booked a room here.

The windows are tinted and reflective from the outside—though the neon haze of the city lights and rooftop signs still cast a pale glow over the Beskar armor while he sits watching the street below through his scope.

As an added precaution, all the room’s lamps and overhead lights are turned off. It's entirely dark except for a pool of soft pink light from the hotel's marquee that emanated over the white bedsheets and blankets. You pull off your gloves and weave the rosy glow between your fingers, finding it difficult not to grow fidgety as you sit waiting with nothing to do.

Some movement from across the room catches your attention. You catch sight of yourself in a gold-marbled mirror mounted to the wall and barely recognize the figure in front of you. Hidden behind layers of black leather, glass, and metal...she could be anyone.

Removing your visor, you pull off the hood and shake out your mane of long hair. There you are.

And what had been the point of all that effort playing dress up?

Ryun Vos certainly didn't believe you were some fearsome mercenary working alongside the Mandalorian. He clocked you immediately as a charity case, clinging to his shadow for protection.

In the end, you'd just proven to be a liability.

Falling back onto the bed in a huff, you tuck both arms under your head and stare at the ceiling. Ugh, you smell so gross…like stress sweat.

And you don’t really want to lie here indefinitely watching Mando surveilling the apartment across the street. Waiting for Morigan to show up.

That Anzati woman. You didn’t ask the Mandalorian about her. But from how Ryun Vos reacted when Mando suggested her for the job—and by the way she looked at him—you can just tell it must be her.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Mando."

You’re not jealous, exactly. Just insecure. She's everything the bounty hunter wanted from your performance today. And it turns out, you’re not a very good imitation.

Speaking of Vos…

“I need to take a shower after our…that man makes my skin crawl.” You sit up and rub your hands over your face. “I feel like I just survived wandering through a minefield.”

“Now?!” Mando asks irritably without looking away from the scope. “What if Morig—”

A deafening voice screams inside your head. You don’t want to hear him say her name.

“Come on, Mando,” you scoff, getting to your feet. “If something does happen, you’ll spring into action and leave me behind anyway.”

This time, he does turn to look at you.

“Why are you angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

Gods, he's right. You are a terrible liar.

“Yes, you are," he insists. "You put your hands on your hips when you’re angry.”

Immediately, you lift your hands from your hips and cross them over your chest.

“I’m just…uncomfortable. I need a shower.”

“I don’t think we have time for—”

“I’ll be quick.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks skeptically. “How long will it take you to get out of that suit? I told you to tie something to the zipper.”

“Are you offering to help? Or would you rather sit there and watch me struggle to get it off?”

The image of your body writhing around on the bed in frustration with your hands behind your back springs to mind. And it's not the first time you’ve wondered if that’s something he might be into — what with being a hunter and all.

You might not be allowed to touch him…but maybe he’d feel more comfortable if he could tie you down…if he were in control…

You’ve lost track of how long this awkward silence has dragged out.

“It’s fine. I, um…I’m flexible.” You blanch. “To reach the zipper, I mean!”

Mortified, you jump up and rush to the bathroom.

“I don’t think—” He growls after you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching him, Mando? He could have been kidnapped while you sat there scolding me.”

As soon as the door closes behind you, you slide your back against the lacquered wood and collapse into a puddle on the floor. Why do you let him have this effect on you? Why does he turn you into a babbling toddler throwing a tantrum?

Get your shit together!

While not graceful or efficient, you hop and wriggle and reach until you manage to get out of the body suit. With the zipper undone, it peels off your body like a second skin. You turn it inside out, hoping the sweat will dry quickly before you have to put it back on again.

What about your underwear? The fabric is damp and slick with your come. Maker, did it only take the thought of him tying you up to get you this wet…

You step into the fresher, trusting that the rush of water will drown out the sound of you masturbating. You imagine yourself with the courage to make that kind of offer to him—tie me up, tie me to the bed—as your hand drifts slowly down your stomach, between your thighs to where your swollen clit rises up to meet the brush of your fingertips. It strains against your touch, sensitive with need.

You remember the feeling of his bare hand tracing over the apex of your thighs, probing the heat and slickness of your core. How he had slipped one long slender finger inside you…how he’d gasped, discovering just how wet you were…how wet he made you.

Like now, just thinking about him…the hot water pouring from the shower cascades over your skin, making you flush with heat, your nipples bud and tighten. Drawing your middle finger in a line between your center, you pause, poised to dip into your aching cunt.

You’re so wet, you can barely feel it. You need more. More girth, more pressure. You need to feel full and stretched.

Having seen his cock…having felt it thick and swollen, pressed against your stomach…you know what it would do to you. And the aching builds.

While you've tried to be mindful of your professional ethics, you have, nonetheless, committed his dick to memory. A shade of brown that's darker than his soft golden skin. He's uncut, and you wonder what it might feel like to slide that velvety sheath down over his shaft to lick the pink head of his cock.

You add another finger, pressing your head and shoulders into the cool tile of the shower stall. You groan and grind into your hand, desperate to feel the waves of pleasure crest over your body and give you some relief.

Every muscle in your body tenses with anticipation, but when you finally come—frantically thrusting and curling your fingers inside you—no sense of calm or easing follows. Just more yearning. Your stomach knotted with tension, shame, and guilt.

You punch the tile with your wet fist. “Fuck his Creed and fuck his Way.”

Instead of clearing your head and unburdening your mind, hot tears mix together with the water falling over your cheeks. You've never experienced this kind of rejection before.

If someone you're attracted to isn't into you, it's a casual thing to brush off. And relationships that did extend past a one-night stand usually just fell apart in an amicable sort of way, with things having run their course. It's never felt like this before, like a knife twisting in your chest.

It's fucking humbling, is what it is...

In the end, crying turns out to be a better form of release. And when you step out of the bathroom, you feel more prepared to face the Mandalorian again.

Morigan must have collected Ozan Sango while you were in the shower because Mando's no longer sitting poised and vigilant at the window. Instead, he's slouched against the chair with his feet resting on the edge of the bed. You tip-toe out of the bathroom and keep your movements quiet so as not to wake him.

“I’m not asleep.”

You jump out of your skin and snap at him in irritation. “Well, how the fuck would I know.”

“Still angry then.” He sits up straighter. “Look, if this is about Vos—”

“What?” Ryun Vos is the furthest thing from your mind right now, but it's a better excuse than being lovesick. “I mean, yeah, he got under my skin. Still...I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry.”

“Who says I don’t deserve it?”

You roll your eyes. His gallantry is always tinged with this weird masochism—like he wanted to be punished.

Hell, maybe he’s the one who likes getting tied up? This would explain why women like Morigan caught his eye. Women who are the exact opposite of you...the humanoid equivalent of that down comforter he's got crushed under his muddy boots right now.

Sigh. At least you’re good for something. There's nothing worse than being useless.

“Will you let me heal your broken ribs?” You ask timidly.

“I’m fine,” he says flatly.

“Mando, I thought we’d gotten past this.”

“It’s not that. I just…don’t remove any of my armor while I’m on the job.”

“Hard to argue with that," you smirk at him. "The Beskar might be the only reason your guts aren’t spilled all over Vos’s carpet.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” the Mandalorian says wryly, his voice warm and teasing.

You take that as an invitation to approach him. In response, he places his feet back on the ground and leans forward in his seat.

“You don’t need me to tell you you’re a fucking force of nature, Mando. But you’re also not invincible.” To make your point, you poke his side before he can snatch your hand away.

“Ah!” He barks at you, cradling his ribcage. “I never said I wasn’t injured.”

You laugh playfully, "I can't believe I landed a body blow against the mighty Mandalorian."

When you raise a finger to launch another attack, he catches your hand in his. "Believe it's because I let you."

And this is why you're totally fucked. Not five minutes ago, this man had you crying on the floor of the bathroom from sexual frustration, and now you're staring at him wide-eyed while he holds your hand.

“If you don't want to take off your armor, I could maybe...just touch your chin…” you suggest tentatively. “Under the helmet.”

He'd pulled you closer when catching your hand, and you find yourself standing with your knees brushing against the side of his muscular thigh. For fucksake, you even like the way he sits with his legs splayed wide.

You look down. For some reason, he's still holding your hand.

“Alright,” Mando concedes, then clears his throat. “Would you put some clothes on first?”

“What?”

He took a deep sigh and let go of your hand. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be inside my head right now.”

You take a peek in the mirror to check on the towel wrapped securely under your arms. It's a thick, plushy bath towel that didn’t gape or reveal anything.

Okay, forget the BDSM fantasies and remember who this man is for a minute. He might honestly be the first person to encourage you to cover up more.

“Oh! Sorry. I’m just waiting for…I wiped down my suit, and it's…I’m letting it dry. I’m not…I wasn’t trying to…” You decide to just blunder on through it. “Things like nudity and physical expression are a lot more socially accepted in my culture. I realize Mandalorians are more…conservative with your affection, but...”

You can’t tell if Mando is horrified or else just laughing at you under that helmet.

“I promise I wasn’t scheming to seduce you.” Is the explanation you land on.

“It's fine.” He stands up abruptly and takes back your hand, lifting your fingers towards his throat and tilting his chin so that you can reach under the Beskar to place your palm beneath his jaw.

Taken by surprise at the sudden intimacy, you shake your head a little to refocus on your task. It doesn’t take long to reknit the bones—though it is distracting trying not to notice your pinky finger resting against his earlobe.

Holding his face like this felt dangerously close to the prelude of a kiss. A kiss you'll never share with him. A reminder that behind the real and imagined armor, he was a man starving to be touched.

“All done,” you mumble quietly.

The Mandalorian draws in a sharp breath as your fingertips trail the length of his jaw, and his whole body stiffens. The delicacy of your touch was only meant to avoid disturbing his helmet. You should step away from him, but somehow, you're rooted to the spot.

Then, you feel his consciousness pressing against your thoughts. Expecting to see another image of his mother or childhood, you're shocked to instead see a flash of his memory of ... you.

Straddling his hips, he looked down at your bare breasts as he pressed them together between his hands.

Before you see more, he grips your wrist roughly.

“Don’t,” he says in warning.

“Sorry!” You gasp, flustered, and immediately, you look down at your feet. “I know you want to pretend like it didn’t happen.”

He remains silent for a long time, standing there with your wrist still held in his grip. When he finally speaks, his voice sounds so distant. “I don’t know what else to do.”

The heartbreak in his words felt so unfair that your head snaps up to look directly into his view plate. “Why not?”

His free hand grips your other wrist, pulling you against him.

“Because I want you,” he's practically shouting. You blink nervously against the tears welling up. Mando's breathing came out ragged," And I can’t have you."

Is this what you were after? To find some kind of validation in his pain and heartache? Are you really so selfish?

“I’m sorry, Mando. This is all my fault,” you tremble, holding back more tears. “I didn’t give you a lot of choice when I threw myself at you—”

“Enough, Thuli. It wasn’t like that. I was…" he sighed again. "I didn’t expect to feel…I was worried about you, and I got carried away. But it wasn’t just you.”

“Hmmf, you're always coming to my rescue," you smile meekly. "I guess you did use your…sexy voice… and asking to devour me...”

“My what voice?” He scoffs.

“Your voice drops into this low, husky register when you’re—I know you know when you’re doing it.”

“If you say so,” he chuckles quietly, and it feels like the sun piercing through a rainstorm.

“I can understand that you’d like to go back to how things were…before,” you say, looking up at him. “And I promise to be more mindful of your boundaries if…if..."

If you want him to be open and vulnerable with you, then you have to hold yourself to those same expectations.

"Will you promise not to ice me out, Mando? If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, please just tell me. I would really appreciate it if we could extend the trust we’ve built to include being honest about our thoughts and feelings, too?”

He nods, and you sense a growing tension in his body. “There’s something I need to say to you…I shouldn’t have risked bringing you with me to see Vos. I didn’t realize that he would connect what happened on Danvar and—”

“I know you want to keep me safe, Mando,” you say, trying to alleviate some of his guilt and reassure him. “But this whole scheme against Tagge Corp won’t work if you don’t believe I’m capable of withstanding men like Ryun Vos.”

This is the wrong thing to say, apparently because the tone in his voice becomes stern.

“Thulani, I know you’re very capable…but your powers didn’t protect you from that knife. I did."

"What are you trying to say?"

"You almost died because of me, and you don’t seem to be very upset about it. Do you not understand what kind of risk I took with your life?”

“You saved my life. I never doubted that you’d protect me.”

The Mandalorian steps away to begin pacing the room in aggravation.

“Why do you sound so grateful when I was the one who put you in danger?”

"Mando—"

"Can't you see I didn't protect you? I let Vos use you, and it almost got you killed." And before you grasp what's happening, he had punched a hole in the wall.

“The fuck?” You gasp, mouth hanging open. “Mando, this place is fancy. If I knew your actual name, I would yell it at you. Why are you acting like this?”

He didn't answer.

"I agreed to Vos's terms. And I can take responsibility for my own judgment. But I wouldn't have walked onto that ship if I didn't trust that you would save me."

“Put your clothes on," the Mandalorian growls. "We're leaving."

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the12thnightproject · 6 months

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Chapter 27: Girlpower - Mai’s badly timed rebellion sends Katsu to a last minute rescue. Hopefully Mitsuhide won’t mind…?

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

With a feral smile on his face, the ronin stalked toward the building where Mai was imprisoned. That smile was a threat, one that I imagined she would see in her nightmares for years to come.

Not if I can help it.

Maybe Mitsuhide would free Hideyoshi in time for them to rescue her… but I couldn’t count on it, not when it was possible that Hideyoshi had been tortured and would be in no condition to walk out of his prison on his own. I know I was supposed to stay in the tree. I hadn’t forgotten his orders, or his lessons, or his explanation… but I had to get Mai out of there before that man got to her.

Sorry Mitsuhide… but this might be our only chance to free Mai in time.

With half my attention following the progress of the ronin, I swung from tree over the fence, dropping silently down into the same shadow that Mitsuhide had. The ronin was making no effort to be quiet, and if I had made any noise (I hadn’t) the sound of his footsteps would have masked mine. As soon as it seemed safe to move, I slid through the doorway behind him, into a gloomy corridor. When he stopped to light a lantern, I was right behind him.

Before he even registered my presence, I slammed the hilt of my sword into his head, with enough force to knock him out. Then I tied his hands, stuffed his shoe in his mouth, stole his haori, and dragged him into an empty room – hopefully those precautions would help ensure I would not be discovered before I had a chance to help Mai – although now that the commander had been alerted by the first missing guard, there was only a finite amount of time remaining before he sent in too many for me to handle. (Ok, technically one alert fighter would be too much for me to handle).

Tick, tick, Katsu. Less planning, more rescuing. Right. I hurried down the hallway. When I rounded the corner into what apparently was once a store room, there was a woman chained to the wall and an unconscious guard at her feet, lying in a pool of food scraps.

The food bucket was in pieces on the floor.

Yep. #Girlpower.

Although… it might have been more powerful if she weren’t still chained to the wall.

She clutched the man's sword in her chained hands and awkwardly waved it at me. "Stay back!"

I looked down at the man, then back up at the woman who presumably was Mai. Aside from the stolen sword, she didn’t appear to have any weapons on her. "I’m on your side.” Not the best form of introduction, but I was in a hurry. “Put down the sword so I can-“

"I'm a witch and I spelled him. You'll be next if you come any closer." The sword trembled in her hands. It was obviously far too heavy and a skilled fighter – or even a semi-skilled fighter/ really determined person … like me - would have had no trouble taking it away from her.

But I figured I’d start with negotiation first. Mitsuhide would be even more annoyed with me if I accidentally hurt her in the process of a prison escape. "I'm with Mitsuhide. He's breaking Hideyoshi out right now." She was probably mistaking me for one of the Mouri because of the stolen haori.

The sword wavered but didn’t stop pointing my way. "You could be lying. I've never seen you before. Tell me something only Mitsuhide would know."

Really? We're doing this now? "If only Mitsuhide knows it, then how would I know? The man only has two forms of communication. Teasing and more teasing." That should at least be enough to convince her I knew him.

"What's his nickname for me?" She rattled the sword and glared.

Meanwhile the man at her feet was stirring and somewhere outside the commander was about to lose patience. The longer we debated this the more likely we'd be found out. "I have no idea. He never said. But if I let you get killed, he'll more than likely kill me in a dozen unpleasant ways.”

She should know that if she knew Mitsuhide as well as that. I mean, even Sasuke knew tha-- Wait… she didn’t just know Mitsuhide, she knew Sasuke too. Maybe I should just invoke the moderately awesome ninja time travelling meme lor-.

Ah ha!

"My name is Luke Skywalker and I'm here to rescue you." The Force for the win.

Mai blinked eight times and let go of the sword. "I have about a hundred questions – hang on… you’re a girl. Even more questions now."

"All those will have to wait, because I don’t know how much time we have." On cue, the guard let out a pained moan and stirred again. I clonked him over the head with my sword, then noticed the red marks around his neck.

“Did you... strangle him with your chain?" And when she nodded, I said, "How very Princess Leia of you."

"Except he doesn't have a key to these." She held out her manacled hand.

I pulled one of the lock picks out of my kimono – have lockpicks will travel. "Well that's what this is for."

“Bellflowers.” There was a musing tone to her voice, but there was no time to entertain whatever thought was going on in her Princess of the Rebellion brain. “So many… many questions.”

She lifted her hands, and I got to work on the lock. It was seriously rusty and required brute force to jam the pick in there. It felt like it had never even been unlocked with a key. “Did they not unbolt these to let you use a toilet?”

“They unlocked it from the wall, and someone walked me like a dog to their privy.” She made a face. “It was really gross in there.”

Yeah, I could imagine. But… she wasn’t nearly dirty enough to have been locked up for several weeks. “How long have you been in here?”

“Three or maybe four days? We were on a ship anchored not too far from here for a while. I don’t know why they moved us.” She glanced at the unconscious guard. “On the ship it wasn’t as icky. I got to take baths, at least.”

I suspected that Motonari moved them because he’d gotten word that Nobunaga’s ships had sailed from Azuchi. He wouldn’t haved even needed spies to be aware of that – it’s hard to move a navy without people noticing.

With a loud snap, the lock disengaged, and recalling this building’s acoustics, I caught the manacles before they hit the floor.

"Oh my lord, that feels better." Mai rubbed her wrists and shoulders. “Thank you.”

With Mai’s help, I dragged her previous guard closer to the wall, and put the manacles on him, just barely squeezing his thick wrists into them. Possibly I cut off his circulation in the process. At the moment, I didn’t much care.

Mai grabbed his cloak, and wrapped it around herself – now we were two matching soldiers. Two matching… very short… soldiers. The disguises wouldn't fool anyone for any length of time, but hopefully it would at least buy us a head start to sneak out of the building and be back in the tree.

She tried to pick up the heavy sword again.

"Just leave it - it will only slow you down.” She looked regretful, and then I imagined that after a month in captivity, she wanted some way to protect herself. “You can take these." I gave her my daggers. They had been made and balanced for me, but we were close to the same height. I doubted she'd be very good with them, but hopefully they would make her feel safer.

Taking no chances, we locked the man up in the cell and crept down the hall. Mai didn’t need to be told to be quiet. If luck was with us, maybe we'd be able to sneak out of here before the rest of-

Clearly, I need to stop thinking ‘if luck is with us.’

The commander entered the building and called down the hallway. “Princess! I warned you what would happen if you misbehaved.” He strode down the corridor, no stealth whatsoever. I pushed Mai deeper into the shadows, where the lantern light barely illuminated the corridor, and put my hand on my sword.

Please don't let me have to use this.

Don’t get me wrong, I would kill in self-defense if I had to. The question was, could I defend myself and keep Mai safe at the same time? There is a reason way a bow and arrow is my primary weapon.

On top of that thought came one of those weird flashes of memory/not memories, in which a man with one blue and one green eye drilled me over and over on swordsmanship.

“We’re finished.”

“But-.”

He started to walk away, then paused, turned around, and went through a kneel-to-stand kata in slow motion. “Do that.”

I picked up my sword and repeated the exercise - kneeling position - rise to one-knee-up position, draw sword- horizontal cut to two-handed downward cut and stand. Once I had seen it in slow motion, I recognized it as one Aki had taught me. It had not been familiar hurtling toward me at warp speed.

“Good.” The word was nearly a grunt. Not much of a conversationalist. “Repeat that. All morning.”

Not now.

Not my memory.

No time for distractions.

Rejecting that unfamiliar image, I concentrated on the approaching enemy. He was so busy looking forward, presumably on getting to Mai’s room, that he was halfway past me before he even saw me. By the time I registered in his peripheral vision, my hand was already headed for his face.

Crunch!

Always go for the nose, because you get an extra few seconds while they deal with the pain to get in another hit. Or is that supposed to be with a shark attack? … Details.

Making those extra seconds count, once again I rendered a man unconscious with the hilt of my sword.

"I don't think you’re supposed to use it that way." Mai peered over my shoulder at the man sprawled on the ground.

Yeesh. And Mitsuhide calls me bloodthirsty? “Would you like me to wake him up and stab him?”

She paused a moment, and in that quiet, we became aware of a growing commotion coming from the outside. “That’s ok.”

We crept to the doorway and peeped out, where the all that noise turned out to be Mitsuhide and a brown haired man - one whose bruises and cuts indicated his captivity had been far more harrowing than Mai's - were battling their way across the grounds of the fort.

"Hideyoshi." I wouldn’t have thought Mai's soft exclamation was loud enough for anyone to hear, but Mitsuhide, prompted by whatever psychic demon occasionally sits on his shoulder, flicked a quick glance our way, and his battle-intent expression grew even darker. Colder.

Yeah, I was in for it.

Or, I would be, as soon as we got out of this.

After taking in the current state of the battle, I realized that I could provide better protection for everyone if I climbed onto the roof.

I turned to Mai and pointed to the dagger she now clutched. “Stay covered here until Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi get to you. Stick the pointy end into the body of anyone else who gets anywhere near you."

"Wait, where are you going?" she grabbed my arm.

"Up." Mitsuhide had been counting on arrow support from the tree. While the roof of this building would not be as great a vantage as said tree, it would do for now. Using a nearby boulder as a boost, I propelled myself onto the roof. The tile was broken and uneven, but it would hold my weight.

Immediately, I heard one of the ronin shout. “They’ve got a man on the building!”

Something whistled past my ear and pinged onto the tile behind me, sending up a shower of ceramic fragments. Arrow? Or bullet? After ducking back behind the second level roof, I located a man with a rifle while he was trying to reload. My arrow shot the gun out of his hands before he'd even got the powder in.

Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi were holding their own as they battled their way toward Mai. No… they were better than simply holding their own. They seemed to know exactly how to work together, slicing and cutting in a rhythm that almost seemed choreographed. There was a beauty to their fighting, a balance between Hideyoshi’s fierce, almost savage strikes and Mitsuhide’s cool elegance. Had this been a less dangerous situation, I think I could have sat back and watched them fight all day.

But I didn’t know how injured Hideyoshi was or how long he could keep it up, so I kept my arrow targeted on the soldiers, ready to shoot if any peeled away from the main battle and approached Mai. Only once did I even need to send an arrow into the fray. Oda’s right and left hand men were just that good.

As soon as the two reached Mai, I sent a couple more warning shots toward the soldiers, making sure they kept a distance while Mai threw herself into Hideyoshi's arms. The sheer relief of their reunion was obvious even from where I was perched, and I glanced at Mitsuhide to see how he was taking it. No… I wasn’t close enough to read his expression. I could imagine that he felt happy and proud to have rescued them, and yet envious of their relationship. But that was just a projection on my part - his posture gave nothing away.

While Mai and Hideyoshi were still embracing, another soldier rushed Mitsuhide. He simply flicked him away as easily as you would swat a fly. I realized I had never seen Mitsuhide battle before. In fact having known him only in covert mode, I'd had the impression that he was almost above physical violence. Now, though, I could see he was an efficient fighter, with an icy calm that made him even more dangerous.

Mitsuhide kept guard over his friends’ reunion, then said something to Hideyoshi that had the man glance quickly upward at me. More specifically he looked toward the roof where I was currently perched. While Mitsuhide protected their flank, Hideyoshi then boosted Mai up and followed suit. He gave me a nod before hustling Mai across the roof, helping her to climb over the fence and into the tree that represented relative safety.

Motonari’s men advanced closer on Mitsuhide. Without Hideyoshi around, they seemed to believe they could overwhelm him with their numbers. I sent a few arrows their way to remind them why that would be a dangerous move. One of the men stumbled backward, and kicked over a keg of gunpowder, which nearly rolled into the fire.

Whoa. That would be bad. If a whole keg of gunpowder exploded, the entire fort would…

Hmm…

That would be bad... for them.

When Mitsuhide climbed onto the roof to join me, I took aim at the keg. "Are you going to come with us, or have you realized you would be safer with these soldiers?" His low voiced comment was full of menace. I didn’t have to look at him to know that his eyes had likely gone cold and hard.

He was mad I had left my post. I had had a good reason, but now was the wrong time to explain. Instead, I indicated the powder keg that I was aiming for. "Yes… or no?"

"Dear me, are you asking my opinion? Now?" But even after the sarcasm, he still looked at the keg, then the firepit, as if judging the distance from it to us. "Do it, then run."

Well, at least he gave me credit for having the ability to hit the thing.

I sent the arrow into the side of the keg, and let physics do the rest. The keg rolled onto the fire, spilling open on impact.

Mitsuhide yanked me to my feet and we took off running across the roof.

Boom!

The storehouse shuddered and buckled in the resulting shockwave. I could feel the tiles slipping under my feet as Mai’s former prison imploded beneath us.

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