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soubi122 · 1 year

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Bite My Tongue - pt 2

Part 2 is finally done! I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, m!oral, cheating, revenge sex, pet names, calling someone a slut, reader (yn) x izana, Ran's kind of a dick lol

Izana Kurokawa’s plan to make his girlfriend pay for her infidelity turned out to be the best damn thing in his life. What started as a breakup scheme ended up with you coming undone for him.

Discretely ditching the party, you made your way to his place as you both had some unfinished business. The moment you entered his apartment, you didn’t even get a moment to take off your shoes before he had you pinned against the door with his lips locked on yours. The faint taste of the cherry lip balm you had on made him bite your lower lip, making you mewl. Slowly, Izana began to guide you through his living room and planted himself on the couch - leaving you to stand in front of him. “Strip, (Y/N)...” It wasn't a request. Dropping your skirt and pulling the blouse over your head had you feeling so exposed. The way his eyes trailed down your naked figure made you shudder. Izana unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down enough to set his throbbing cock free. That beautiful V that was carved into his hips made your legs quiver and he could see the hearts in your eyes.

The way his hand wrapped around his length and slowly stroked himself, you could see the beads of precum leaking from his tip. “On your knees, angel.” Like a good girl you followed his orders, he was making your mouth water. Leaning in and waiting for further instructions, you looked up at him and his eyes were hazy. You were eager to please him. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” He said with a coy smirk on his face and put his tip on your lips. The sweet taste of his arousal made you hum and wrap your mouth around his length. Izana hissed at the warmth of your mouth, the way your lashes fluttered closed with a blissful look on your face - he knew. He knew you were going to be his and only his after tonight, he had no intention of letting you go.

Tangling his fingers in your hair, he guided you through taking in his whole length. There was some struggle but he was gentle enough to make himself fit. “Ngh-fuck, you're such a good girl for me.” He moans as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head up and down slowly. You were surprised that you were able to take his whole length. Izana was girthy and long - how could anyone cheat on him? Why would anyone cheat on him? If you were his girlfriend, you'd be too drunk off his cock to even think about anyone else. Truth be told, you were already drunk off his cock, you wanted to show him how much you needed to fuck him. The vibrations of your hums and moans were sending shivers down his spine. Each time his tip hit the back of your throat your sweet moans would make his eyes roll back. Feeling how he would throb in your mouth, it made your core ache - you wanted him to take you already. Since the moment he slid his fingers inside you, you wanted him to bend you over and stretch you out.

Just as Izana’s coil began to tighten, you released him from your mouth, it wasn’t easy breathing with a mouth full. “What’s wrong my little dove? Too much for ya?” His hands gripped your hair tighter, he didn’t give you permission to stop. From the position you were in he looked like a king looking down on his servant.

The coy smirk that bled across your lips made him regret his words. Your hand wrapped around his member and began to stroke him. Flicking your tongue on his tip made him react - his hips bucked and the sweetest moan dripped from his lips. Taking his tip further into your mouth, your strokes got faster and your tongue swirled on a sensitive spot that made him almost double over. “F-fuck (Y/N) - don’t do that unless you want to swallow a mouth full of my cum.” Teasing him and bringing him close to the edge was making him puddy in your hands, literally. He was getting rougher with the hair pulling, his hips were now thrusting in and out of your mouth. Izana was reaching his limit. It was getting harder to ignore the numbing sensation that was making his toes curl. His breathing became unsteady, looking up to see his gorgeous face contorted in pleasure had you dripping. The slick was running down your thighs and your left hand was snaking its way south to relieve some of the tension.

The more you played with him and yourself, the louder the room got. “(Y/N)-mmh…” Izana stuttered as he tried to string words together but only managed to repeat your name. His breathy moans and thrusts were all you could focus on, his eyes were screwed shut and his white strands began to stick to his face. He didn't fucking care if his neighbors heard him. You thought you were going to lose it just by hearing him. “‘Gonna fucking cum…” He moans and you brace yourself. Soon the ribbons of white coated your tongue and throat as he emptied himself in your mouth. Almost choking on his load, you did your best to swallow him - his taste was intoxicating. When you felt no more cum drip from his slit, you released his member from your mouth with a pop. His chest was heaving up and down, those gorgeous eyes that held the world were at half mast and etched in your mind.

“What's wrong pretty boy? Too much for ya?” You say, throwing his words back at him. Again, you questioned what could have possessed his girlfriend to cheat on him? Izana was handsome, very well endowed, gentle, coy and knew where to touch a woman to get her legs shaking. Crawling up to his lap, you straddled him and planted kisses on his neck right on his pulse point - he was still panting. Nipping on his neck, you decided to leave a mark for everyone to see - including his girlfriend. “Izana…” You say his name and slowly grind your heat on his cock. His immediate reaction was to grip your hips, his tip was sensitive and your warmth felt like fire but he couldn’t stop you. Feeling him throb and pulse made you nibble on his neck some more. Even if this was just for tonight, you wanted him to remember you when he sees those marks on his neck. Lithe fingers trace hearts on his chest, taking your time to give him affection and love. It almost felt like the world stood still just for you two.

The more you grind on him, the harder he got - he needed almost little to no time to recover. Hearing you pant against his skin made him shudder. “I don’t think I’d be able to think about somebody else if I had you.” Your honey coated words gave away more than you thought. He had yet to break up with his girlfriend but you were dying to make him yours. If she didn’t appreciate him or love him - you’d be more than happy to step in and take care of Izana. Regardless of his notorious reputation, you’d be willing to overlook it all just to have him and he needed to know that. “I’d be on my knees for you everyday…” You confess and continue to mark his neck and collar bone. He’s never had a woman show this much affection to him, usually they’d be on their backs and he’d be the one saying sweet nothings to them. However, you were different - you were crystal clear with your desires.

Without warning, Izana rolled over and pinned you against the couch. The smirk on his face made you clench instinctively. “You mean that?” He asked with fire in his eyes. “You’d stay with me and only me?” The candor in this moment made you realize that he was looking for an honest answer to his question. Those lavender orbs reflected more than just desire, almost glowing and drowning you with rapture. Pulling him in and gently placing kisses on his lips, you whispered between each kiss, “I mean it. I want you…and only you.” Your words were enough to clear the doubt that loomed over him.

Izana shed the rest of his clothing off and placed himself between your thighs, sliding his hot tip against your slit and making you move your hips to feel more of him. Your warmth made his lashes flutter close and he parted his lips - exhaling in bliss. “Izana…” You call his name and shift your hips just enough to get his tip to prod your core. Kissing your forehead, he slowly stretched you open - it burned but you did your best to take him. The tears that rolled down the sides of your face made him pause. “Come on angel. You can take me, yeah?” You nodded and whimpered as you wrapped your legs around his waist, signaling him to continue. When he bottomed out you both exhaled and took a moment to get used to each other. The way your walls clench around him kept making his cock throb. You were tight, tighter than any other woman he’s been with and it felt like heaven.

Izana made shallow thrusts so that you didn’t get overwhelmed. There was immense pressure on your hips that you didn’t know whether or not you’d be able to walk after this. When he noticed you still struggling he leaned in and locked his lips with yours. “Breathe baby…look at me…” His gentle kisses and affectionate touch began to melt your pain away. He could feel your body letting go and reeled his hips farther back, he was now giving your body what it wanted. The sounds of slick, moans and kisses filled the room. More and more your hips began to move on their own and match his pace. “Good girl…” He says and picks up his pace. His tip was now hitting your sweet spot and making you moan louder. There it was, what he wanted to hear - you coming undone around his cock.

Sweat beads started to roll down your skin and his white strands were now sticking to his face as your walls pulsed around his length. Something was beginning to blossom inside you. “Oh-Izana! It feels s’good!” You mewl and move your hips with intensity. He took notice of you chasing your own high, he chuckled and slowed down, making you whine and pout. Confusion was now written all over your face when he pulled out. Izana sat down and pulled you into his lap. “Ride me.” His tone gave you chills. He was going to make you work for it. To be fair he did all the work the first time.

Lifting your hips to line him up with your core, you sank down and almost screamed. He was now deeper than before and you felt your legs tremble. His hands grip your hips and slowly help you move. “Make yourself cum, angel. Can you do that for me?” Oh that devilish smirk on his face made more heat pool in your belly. Nodding and picking up the pace had you screwing your eyes shut and throwing your head back. It didn’t matter that you were the one on top, somehow it still felt like he was in control. Seeing you bounce on his cock, he could keep his eyes off of you - the way your perfect tits also bounced, they called for his attention. Leaning in, Izana put a nipple in his mouth and made you gasp and grip his shoulder for stability. If it wasn’t for him holding on your hips, you could have sworn you would have floated off into space by now.

Izana's tongue swirled and flicked the pebbled nub with such intensity that stars began to form in your eyes. "Say it again, you'll be mine and only mine, yeah?" He asks and wraps an arm around your waist - keeping you in place. You couldn't string a sentence together well enough to respond. It made him firmly hold you in place and kept you from chasing your high. The way his eyes flickered up to meet yours, there was fire and the heat was smoldering you. There was no reason to take back your words, you wanted him more than anything now. Reaching to cup his face, you leaned in to place a sweet kiss on his lips - but malice began to blossom inside you. "I'm all yours Izana…" The coy tone and smile had his length throbbing inside you.

Izana released the firm grip on your hips and allowed you to chase your high. Your pace was slow and sensual, dragging out your motions and feeling every inch he had to offer. Not once have you ever felt satisfaction in sex like this before. His hand snaked its way down your clit and rubbed circles on it. It was as if someone injected heroin into your veins. The sensation was amazing and made you throw your head back, you were floating off. "Ngh! Just like that!" You moan loudly and pick up your pace. More and more you were becoming a babbling mess, struggling to string sentences together and letting him know how fucking good he was making you feel.

The unmistakable sensation was now clawing at you, your pitch got higher and you couldn’t help but scream his name as your orgasm washed over you. That's what he wanted, for you to scream his name - if only he could have made you scream earlier in the closet. "Ngh! Izana-cum inside me…oh fuck!" You filthy little minx, you just made this man's night and made him reach his peak. Thick ropes of white decorated your walls, the warmth and desire made it feel as if you were one. Izana buried his face in your chest as he held you tight, he too was trying not to float off into space. Both of you were left a panting mess with sweat dripping down your bodies and the scent of sin was heavy in the air.

It was his turn to give in to you. "Are you mine and only mine?" You ask while clenching and slowly rolling your hips. The added stimulation sent shock waves up his spine. "All yours, angel. Ready for the next round?" He said and smirked.

*about 15 minutes later*

The sound of someone's phone ringing could be heard as the party was now over and half the guests were already out the door. Judging by the look on Ran's face, everyone knew who was calling. "Hello?" Her sweet voice said as she searched the leftover crowd looking for the person who called her. She was greeted with some shuffling noises and confusion began to create creases in her forehead. "Hello? Baby I can't hear anything?" She says and puts her phone on speaker. "Aah! Izana - fuck!" Your voice loudly moaned on the other end. It caught the attention of the people around her. "Gonna cum for me, angel?" Izana's husky voice made the girl's face grow pale. "W-what kind of sick joke is this?" She stutters and continues to look for the man in question. Ran couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek to try and hold his laugh in.

The rest of Tenjiku looked around and noticed that Izana was nowhere to be found. It's normal for him to just head home without telling anyone but this felt a little off to them. "Aniki, I thought the boss had other plans for this slut?" Rindou whispered into Ran's ear. Izana's girlfriend was getting frazzled and almost hysterical at the filthy sounds from the other end of the line. She could hear the sounds of skin colliding, the sounds of slick and uneven breathing. He was really fucking someone else right now. "Mhm…won't your girlfriend get mad?" You pant and moan as he continues to fuck you shamelessly. She paused and balled up her fist, waiting for his reply. "That cheating slut? The one who was getting finger fucked by Ran? Ngh…no. Right (GF/Name)?" Izana directed his question to the receiver - it wasn't an accidental call. "But you're a good girl, right, (Y/N)? You won't let another man touch YOU. Mmh…fuck you're taking my cock so well." Izana pants and ends the call.

A loud screech erupted in the room and Izana's girlfriend…well now ex girlfriend, threw her phone on the floor. The background image of her and Izana was now cracked and an eyesore to her. What followed was Ran bursting in laughter. Everyone heard everything and boy did he enjoy Izana's revenge. "YOU! YOU SAID HE'D NEVER FIND OUT!" She screamed and almost pounded at his chest with tears in her eyes. "He knew everything. They saw and heard everything and while you were spreading your legs for someone else - she took him." His words were like a slap in the face to her. "Now…get the fuck out of my house."

END.

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five-miles-over · 1 year

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The Forbidden Room - Part One

Summary: During a late night alone in the lobby of the Hotel Meister, you - a student at the University of Zurich - meet the charming night manager Mr.Jonathan Pine. And what starts out as simply two strangers getting to know each other turns into something more when Pine shows you a secret part of the hotel.

Warnings: Innocence/corruption kink, age gap (reader is of legal age, maybe 19?), sheltered reader has overprotective parents, mentions of strip poker, some comfort/fluff

Word Count: 4,234

"My name is Pine. I'm the night manager."

Sitting in the empty, luxurious lobby of Hotel Meister, you looked up from your hardcover copy of Henry V. You wore a little black dress, matching flats, and red-tinted lip balm, with your hair remaining as close as possible to its natural texture. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pine." You offered the tall, blond man standing in front of you a smile.

"And you are…?" Jonathan's eyes traveled over your form, and his thin, pink lips reciprocated your smile.

You gave him your first name, crossing one leg over the other and placing the book in your lap.

"It's nearly eleven-thirty. What are you doing here by yourself?"

"Oh," you craned your head to glance at the gilded windows of the hotel. "I…I'm so sorry, I didn't realize the time. I…" You closed your eyes and shook your head. "I was here to have dinner at the restaurant, and after I finished, I was hoping for some time to read, and to enjoy the…the ambience of this place. Sorry, I didn't realize it was so late."

The night manager chuckled, and he glanced at the hardcover. "No need to apologize. Are you a big reader?"

You nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yeah, always was."

"You must be quite intelligent." After a moment, Jonathan sat next to you. "Are you here on holiday?"

"No," you gently corrected him, sharing that you were actually a student at the University of Zurich, studying history and political science.

Jonathan listened intently, his smile widening just a little. "So…what's a lovely, intelligent young woman doing here all alone tonight? No boyfriend or perhaps a date?"

You nervously chuckled. "Actually, I…I have never had a boyfriend before. Or have ever been on a date. No boy was ever interested in me like that."

He raised his eyebrows, and a small laugh escaped. "That's impossible. A young woman like you…pretty and smart. How could no one have noticed that? Unless…" Jonathan bit his lower lip. "Unless you're not interested in dating. How long have you been single?"

"My whole life?" You shrugged. "My parents were protective; I wasn't encouraged to have a boyfriend or date."

A more clear picture of you formed inside Jonathan's mind as you spoke: a picture of a young woman who was constantly guided to focus on her studies, someone who'd never gone to parties or dated people, someone with an innocent demeanor. "So you've been a good girl your whole life?"

"I…I was the good girl." You confessed. "Perhaps I still am." Leaning forward, you rubbed your knees underneath your dress. "My parents had a lot of rules growing up - no short clothes, no clothes that showed cleavage, no boyfriends, no dating, no sleepover, no swearing, no…running up and down the stairs, no crushes, no bold makeup, and screaming."

The night manager laughed. "And what did you do? Did you rebel, and break a few of those rules? Or were you a perfect girl, like a doll?” His glance flitted towards your hands and knees. “Let me guess…no tattoos or body piercings either?”

“None.” You shook your head with a small giggle. “"Though...there were a few times I used to go to school early, sneak into the bathroom before class started, and put on magenta lipstick behind my parents' back."

Jonathan laughed again, he was already beginning to adore you. "That's very naughty: putting on makeup behind your parents' back. Did they ever notice it?”

“No. If they did, they would’ve scolded me, asking why I would need lipstick for school.” You joined in his laughter, leaning against the leather couch in the hotel lobby. Never before had you felt so safe around an older man whom you'd barely known, yet there was something about this night manager that gave you the sense of protection, like nothing bad was going to happen to you under his watch. Maybe it was just because he was handsome, older, and charismatic. Or perhaps it was because this night manager was meant to be so much more.

“I bet wearing that lipstick made you feel quite free,” Jonathan surmised. “Tell me, darling…have you ever broken any other rules?”

“I…” You began, your cheeks growing hot. “I…once got caught reading an erotic book that my mum bought when I was twelve years old…I’m not really sure why she bought it, but I snuck into her closet to read bits of it in the morning while getting ready for school. And one morning, my father caught me.”

“And what did he say?” He chuckled, enjoying how comfortable you were to talk to him like this. “Did he get angry?”

“Yeah, he did. He loudly scolded me to stop filling my head with unnecessary things that polluted the mind, and to get ready for school.” You placed one hand over the other. “My mother also got upset with me for reading it, so you sat me down and lectured me about how erotica exploits women."

“They seem quite strict. Did you keep reading the book after they found out?” He tilted his head o the side, out of curiosity.

“It was my mother’s book. I…I don’t think I ever saw that book again, she probably hid it really well.”

“Perhaps that explains why you seem innocent.” Jonathan teased, a thin row of white teeth present as he smirked. “Your parents never let you do anything! I bet they never let you go to parties or go out to have a good time with a group of friends. You've never even drank alcohol or smoked a cigarette, have you?”

“No cigarettes or alcohol.” You shifted in your seat, crossing one foot over the other. “But I was allowed to go out with a few friends in high school to have ice cream. Only girls though, and my parents had already met those friends.”

“See!” Jonathan remarked. “Your parents were strict with you; your friends couldn't even be male. But you don't seem resentful of your parents, not at all. Why is that?” His playful demeanor shifted into an expression of curiosity.

You shrugged. “Maybe it's because I was given anything I needed. If I wanted a book my parents were willing to buy it for me. Of course it had to be something educational, not dirty. My parents took good care of me, and because of them, I have the privilege of going to a wonderful university.”

The night manager took a breath, relaxing into the couch. “Perhaps you’re right in that sense. But you never got to experience the parties, the dates, the kisses that are so typical of adolescent experiences. Don't the strict norms of your parents make you feel as if you've missed out on some things in life?”

“Sometimes…but it’s not like there was a line of boys waiting to date me or anything like that.” You laughed a little.

“Are you sure?” Jonathan’s lip reverted to a smirk, and he raised an eyebrow. “I doubt it. You’re smart, pretty, and not at all rebellious as we’ve previously established. A girl like you would have made any boy crazy about her.” He leans forward a little. “Maybe they were just too scared to ask you.”

“Maybe.” You blushed, tapping the hardcover book in your lap. "I've talked a lot about myself, I'm sorry. I'm not very good at keeping secrets.”

The night manager chuckled, his cerulean eyes twinkling with amusement. “I love hearing from you, it's a pleasure. You’ve told me about your school days, your parents…even that you wore lipstick behind their backs. You’re not exactly shy.” Jonathan smiled and leaned back on the couch. "Now I think it's time for you to hear about me. What do you want to know?" Jonathan put his hands behind his head as he spoke your name for the first time.

You turned onto your side and ran a hand through your hair. “I want to know...what were you like as a boy, Mr.Pine?”

“Me?” Jonathan looked up, as if he were buying time for his next words. Then, he began to make up a backstory for himself, one that was akin to a young man from a privileged yet troubled background “I was…I happened to be a bit mischievous when I was a boy.” He tilted his head and assumed a jovial tone. “Always stirring up trouble, always getting into something.”

You giggled.

“That’s how I ended up in military school.” Jonathan continued, “There I got involved with a group of boys, and we had our own set of shenanigans.” “What did you do?”

“We…” the night manager narrated with a hint of bravado in his voice, “stole, like a merry little band of thieves. We used to steal from our superiors’ stash of alcohol, even before we were of legal age to be drinking.”

Continuing to giggle, you gazed at him. Just the way he told these things with such conviction made you believe that he was truly someone who’d seen the world, someone who’d been through more things than you could even imagine.

"I swear, we didn't just steal alcohol. Guns, watches, souvenirs,… you name it and we could steal it." A mischievous smile crossed his face. "Do you want to know the biggest thing we ever stole?"

You nodded eagerly. “Was it an antique?…A tank?”

Jonathan grinned. "No, nothing like that. No, when I was about fifteen or sixteen, my friends and I stole a car - our lieutenant’s car: a nice, new black Corvette. It was risky but we took it at night and went on a joyride in the streets of Dover. It was the best night of our lives.”

With a gasp, you burst into a fit of giggles that made Jonathan’s heart melt. To him, yours was the type of smile that would make someone do a million things just to see that smile reappear. “Wow! Did you..” You bit your lip to stop laughing . “Did you break any speed limits?”

“Of course. We were practically kids,” Jonathan explained. “We went over 160 kilometers per hour a few times, we even had a few shots of vodka while we were driving. Stupid, yeah, but the adrenaline…it was incredible.”

“Did you get pulled over by a police officer?” Your eyes widened.

“Yes. You’re a smart girl.” The night manager admitted, “We got caught by the police and our lieutenant in charge had to come and get us from the station. I remember him yelling at me like never before, I had never seen him like that, it was terrifying.” Jonathan laughed and shook his head. “We were sentenced to corporal punishment for a month, but it was worth it.”

You giggled, still leaning against the couch. “So…how did you grow up? I’m assuming you don’t race cars or steal alcohol anymore.”

“Not anymore.” Jonathan took a deep breath and rested his head against his hand. “I grew older, and eventually had to stop being irresponsible.” “What made you realize that you didn’t want to race cars and steal booze anymore? Was it...when you turned of legal age, and you could have alcohol?”

Jonathan clicked his tongue. “"That's a good question. Well... it was not only when I turned of age, it was... it was when I realized that I could die. I lost someone close because of alcohol. And when I was deployed across the globe, and nearly lost my life in combat several times. That’s when I realized that life is much more." Jonathan said quietly, a serious expression on his face.

Your smile disappeared. "I'm so sorry, Mr.Pine. I...I couldn't even imagine what that must be like.” You took a breath, straightening yourself. "So...what does life mean to you now?”

"Life... life is a gift. I always try to do the right thing. To do something that impacts others or leaves a small mark on the world.” Jonathan simply said with a small, charismatic smile. "To try to be happy without hurting anyone, and maybe help others along the way. I think that's what life is all about.”

You looked into his eyes with amazement. How could such a wonderful man be so real? “That’s really brave of you to say, Mr. Pine.”

Johnathan eyed you for a moment, and replied. “I have a feeling you’re pretty brave yourself. After all, you moved away from home to study at the University of Zurich, that’s not easy. And you’re here all by yourself in a hotel lobby past eleven-thirty at night.” He stood up from the couch and offered you his hand. “Follow me, I want to show you something.”

You blinked, wrapping your fingers around your book. “W-w-where…where are we going?” Your legs shaking and your heart pounding inside your chest, you stood up and cautiously followed the night manager.”Mr. Pine, where are we going?”

"You'll see soon enough...." Jonathan said with a devious smile as he walked further and further away from the lobby without saying a word.

You shuffled your feet behind him, holding your book in one hand and glancing at the artwork that lined the opulent hallways. Finally, you and Jonathan reached a door near the staff room at the very back of the hotel lobby. Without a word, Jonathan opened the door at the back of the lobby, led you down a flight of dusty stairs, and near a small door at the end of the staircase revealing a room. Inside the small, dimly-lit room were filing boxes, dust and some old furniture: a coffee table, two sofas, one small fridge, and a bedroom. "Welcome to the hotel's basement. This is where the... more private activities happen," he introduced with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Private activities?" you trembled, your voice barely louder than a whisper. Taking a few steps, you glanced around to find no window in sight, no way of escaping except for the door, which Jonathan closed with a click.

Jonathan leaned against the door. “Yes. Private activities. It’s the hotel’s forbidden room, the one place where clients can be sure no one can find out what they’re doing. No one other than the staff, of course.” He crossed his arms, and let out a small, darker chuckle. “Perhaps you can imagine what kind of activities they might be up to in a room like this.”

You swallowed. “Drug deals?…Smuggling.” Your knuckles whitened as you held onto the hardcover book in your hand, while your free hand stroked your own arm in a self-soothing manner.

The night manager smiled and walked towards you. “No. Those aren’t the activities that I had in mind.” His tone turned a bit more flirtatious. “Why don’t you have a seat, darling?”

The word rolled off his tongue like honey, and all of a sudden, you were reminded why you felt so…comfortable around this man. Despite having known him for a few hours - what time was it even?- you felt as if you could tell him anything, and that he would keep you safe.

“Come on.”

You sat down on the edge of one of the couches, your eyes following his every move with curiosity. “Gambling?”

“Sometimes, but that’s not the most popular thing to take place in this room.” Jonathan laughed, standing an arm’s length from you. “Be honest,” he gently said, calling you by your name, “and tell me what you think happens in a hotel’s forbidden room.” Jonathan looked into your eyes with a hint of seduction. “Don’t be scared, darling. I won’t hurt you.”

After a few moments of silence, you answered with a thick swallow. “Adultery.”

“Something like that.” With a smile, Jonathan placed his hand on your upper arm. “This room is ideal for... discreet affairs. The clients can come with their lovers or mistresses and have a good time with them without anyone knowing. And the staff is sworn to secrecy - they won’t tell a soul. This room is a safe heaven for all those forbidden and hidden romances.”

Your eyes widened, and you felt a slight tingling in your lower stomach, butterflies perhaps. “If it’s supposed to be forbidden, how do people come to know about it without…getting the hotel in trouble? Does the hotel owner know about this?” Your voice grew quieter with every question.

“A forbidden romance can’t be incriminated in this city.” Jonathan simply said, rubbing a circle along your arm. “And because only certain people know about this secret, those who frequent the inner circles of the hotel’s patrons. A rule that the staff and I never break: what happens in this room stays in this room. No words spoken, no information given, no clues.” The night manager smiled. “And do you know what happens when that rule is broken?”

You rifled through your mind, thinking about what you already knew about famous gangsters and their affairs, which probably took place in seedy hotel rooms and luxurious private lounges .“They’re silenced.”

His smile faded. “Exactly.” He leaned in, close enough that you could see the incandescent light of the room reflected in his ocean blue irises. “Now…can I trust you to respect the one rule of this room? Can I trust that you'll never mention anything about what happens in this room?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and watched as Jonathan let go of your arm and sat down on the other sofa. “You can..You can trust me, Mr. Pine. But tell me why we’re here.”

“I didn’t want you sitting in the lobby all night, a place open to the public. This way, you’ll have a bit more privacy without having to take one of the guest rooms. Now,” he began, “let me tell you what kind of activities I had what kind of activities I had in mind for this room. And if you like them, we’ll do them. Alright?”

Placing your book on the coffee table, you nodded. “What did you have in mind, Mr. Pine?”

“Well... first I was going to invite you to drink some champagne with me. To celebrate our new friendship and to make sure you're relaxed.” Jonathan stood up and walked to the small fridge "Then... I was thinking that we could start with a game of strip poker. If you lose a round, you have to take off one piece of clothing. And we'll see where that takes us." Jonathan said with a flirtatious smile. "Sounds good?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know…”

Jonathan continued to smile, confident that he could get you to change your mind. “What if you win? What if I'm the one that has to take off a piece of clothing?” He opened the fridge and reached inside it, grabbing a bottles of champagne. "Come on. You only live once, darling. It's time to do something dangerous and live a little. And this is the perfect place for it, don't you think?”

“But…why me?” You quietly asked, looking up at him with shaking hands. “Why…why would you do this? Bringing me here of all places?”

The night manger set the bottle of champagne down, and his demeanor morphed into a caring one, almost protective. He put his hands in the pockets of his blazer, and gazed upon you as if you were a rare, exquisite piece of living art.

“Because I think you’re someone special, darling. I think you're smarter and braver than you think you are. I have a gut feeling that says we're going to get along and understand each other. I like talking to you, I believe that we could have... something special. And if you let me, I want to show you a night you'll never forget.” Approaching you again, the night manager brushed the back of his finger along your shoulder. His eyes seemed to soften from their striking ocean hue to a soft shade of pale blue. “I want you to have fun, experience new things, to live a little.” He took a step towards you. “Would you let me make this night unforgettable for you, darling?”

You blinked, and harshly bit the inside of your cheek, your heart racing at the infinite possibilities of what could unfold throughout the night. Would there be more people involved? Was something illegal going to happen?

“Yes, Mr. Pine.” You uttered.

With a rakish smile, Jonathan took the champagne bottle and opened it with a loud pop. The bubbles freely flowed from the bottle until the night manager filled two clear flutes with the golden liquid. Then, he offered you one of the glasses. “To a special night,” he declared with a soft theatricality in his voice, raising the other glass.

That damn smile was enough to make you wrap your fingers around the stem of the glass, clink it against his, and raise it to your lips. “Cheers.” You took a sip of the golden liquid, sucking your lips in while the alcohol trickled down your throat. “It’s…it’s bitter,” you admitted, “but it’s good.”

Jonathan took a drink as well. “That's the effect of alcohol: the first time it tastes bitter and even repulsive. But sooner or later, you discover that it's not so bad. Some people start to enjoy it…others, not so much.” He took another gulp and emptied the contents of his glass. “Just be slow with your drink, take your time. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. Alright, darling?”

You nodded. Your fingers crept towards the rim of the champagne glass as Jonathan knelt before you. He took your free hand in his, looked into your eyes with a sincere expression, and murmured your name. “I think you’re very beautiful.” His large, pale fingers stroked the back of your knuckles. “Would you let me give you a kiss?”

You took another sip and gently set the glass aside. Never had you been kissed before and yet here you were, alone with one of the most charming men you had ever seen in real life. And this man, this elegant variant of a man was asking to kiss you.

“Just a kiss,” you agreed, leaning towards the night manager. Closing your eyes, you felt his lips, slightly chapped, delicately brushed against yours.

The kiss started off sweet and affectionate, as delicate as a feather, but soon Jonathan’s fingers reached for your hair and pulled you closer. His lips pressed harder against yours, allowing him to savor the aftertaste of champagne on your lips while his fingers rested on your soft cheeks. After a few moments, you leaned back on the couch and allowed Mr.Pine to take control. He grabbed your waist with his free hand and you put your arms around his broad shoulders, your fingertips enjoying the crisp fabric of his blazer. A little intoxicated by the champagne and a pleasure you never thought you desired, you couldn't help but admire how easily he could overpower you.

“Mr. Pine…” You breathed after a few moments, breaking the kiss for air. As Jonathan pulled apart from you, you licked your lip, hoping you could catch the aftertaste of his lips.

The night manager blushed as he watched you recover. “Now, for the next part of our night…a game of poker,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, already a bit excited about the game. “Do you know how to play?”

“I know how to play poker,” you answered, straightening yourself. “I learned how to when I was fourteen, some family friends taught me.”

He nodded. “In this game of poker, we can use anything as a bet: a kiss, an article of clothing, a touch... whatever comes to our minds. But only one rule applies: the loser has to do what the other person asks, no questions asked. Are you okay with it?” Jonathan asks, his voice getting slower and more seductive with each word.

“Okay.” You climbed off the couch and sat on the floor, in front of the old, worn-out coffee table. You couldn’t believe you were actually going to play poker - a game you’d only seen among grown-ups in real life and mafia men in films. And now instead of watching them with awe, you were going to play for the first time. “Do you know where the cards are?”

Jonathan smiled and walks to a nearby cabinet, opening the rickety door to find a dusty box. "They're right here.” He opened the box and fished out two decks of cards, taking one and shuffling them in his hands several times."I give you the deal, do you want to cut the deck first?”

"Sure." You split the deck of cards into two halves, lifting one half of the cards and placing it face down next to the other half.

Jonathan picked the deck of cards, holding it in his hands. "Here's how we play this game: it's just a simple poker, five cards for each one of us. The person who has the most points wins and he gets to choose the bet of the next round. Do you want to deal the first hand or should I?”

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Chapter 15: Butterflies

A/N: I’ve had an absolute crisis about this chapter 🤣 I always do when I delve into Tech. (Haha snort.)

Warnings: mentions of battle and death, hand to hand combat training descriptions, feelings, ND behaviour, panic attack mention, miscommunication, Echo and Hunter being good parents.

Word Count: 5.2k+

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“These are the target areas,” Hunter said as he pointed to himself. He was in light civvy clothes, a tunic that opened in a V on his chest. A cloth belt was wrapped around his middle and his tan coloured trousers covered his legs. His trademark bandana was holding his hair back and you watched his finger as he guided you around his body. “The face is always a good target unless someone is wearing a helmet.”

“But even then you can get their ears ringin’!” Wrecker yelled gleefully from where him and Omega sat on the wooden decking.

“People have a weakness of needing to breathe,” you added and he nodded, a glint in his eye.

“Good. A throat punch, an elbow, even a blow to the ribs can have someone doubling over. Show me a fighting stance.” Thinking about it for a moment you put your fists up, angling your body and moving your feet. Hunter came up to you, gently moving your curled fists into a better position, bending your elbow. Next he pressed on your back, a hand on your stomach as he did. “Hold your core, tighten these muscles.” He tapped your leg just above your knee. “Bend. Good.”

You were nervous. He’d already discussed with you the need for being close, he worried you would panic at how he had to touch you but you assured him you wanted to do this. Needed to do this.

“Come at me.” His voice was low, non threatening but his stance was ready, crouching slightly with his hands open either side as he balanced on the balls of his feet.

“Any particular way?” Get a grip, Needles. You were stalling, trying to delay the inevitable.

“However you feel comfortable.” Well, none of this felt comfortable but it wasn’t supposed to be. You fixated on his tattoo, telling yourself that’s where you were going to land a blow. You struck and immediately he dodged. “Again.” You felt stupid that you’d missed but he also had enhanced senses, you had no experience, of course you’d miss.

You struck out again and he gave you a slight grin. He moved and you instinctively shadowed him. “Good. Come on.” You struck out a few more times, not even getting near enough to whisper a touch over his clothes and you felt the frustration build in your chest.

That feeling made you abandon all reason, rushing at him and then realising your mistake. He grabbed your wrist, spinning you in a fluid motion and dragging you back into his chest, an arm across your throat. “Never—lose your temper in a fight,” he scolded in your ear. “Use it, but don’t let it rule your actions.” He released you and suddenly you could breathe. “You all right?” You could feel his concern as you lifted a hand to your neck, feeling your own pulse flutter.

“Yes!” You gasped, moving a few paces away from him and he dropped his stance.

“Do you want to take a break?”

“No.” Rubbing a trembling hand down your tunic and tugging on your belt as you tried to get a grip on your panic. “Keep going.”

“Next, I’m going to put you on the floor. Ok?” Your eyes closed briefly, shutting out the world for a moment.

“Mmhmm.”

“Prepare yourself. Advance when ready.” He bent his knees, his feet barely making an impression on the dusty ground as he circled. You came at him again, swiping with an undercut and you saw a flash in his gaze as he dodged it quickly. He lunged under your defence, grabbing your wrist and pulling it over his shoulder as he turned. You felt him hesitate when you gasped, but then he followed through with the move. Bring his other hand up to fist in the material of your tunic, hauling you easily over his body and slamming you onto the floor on your back.

You cried out, you couldn’t help it. The air was pummelled out of your lungs and you were reminded of that time you fell out of the freighter. “Stitch? Was that too much?” He leaned over you, looking very odd upside down, brows pulled in with worry.

“I’m ok!” You allowed him to help you up, ignoring the way your legs felt like jelly. You jerked yourself out of his grip and his hands snatched away.

“I think we should revisit…”

“No!” Shaking your arms out vigorously you turned back to face him. “I need this.”

“Fine.” He pondered for a moment, his gaze tracking to where Tech appeared with Echo between some huts. “I’m going to teach you how to break a hold. Ok?”

“If you think that’s best,” you hugged, still trying to calm your heart and catch your breath.

“I’m going to put my arms around you and I want you to break free.” He curled an arm around your neck, holding you firmly under the chin and it took all your self control not to succumb to the ever drowning sensation of panic. “Try and break it,” his deep voice whispered in your ear.

Whatever you tried didn’t work, he held you fast and he wasn’t even hurting you. He accepted the blows you rained on his arm, even one on his face until he spoke again. “Concentrate. Think about how to break it. Put your right arm over mine…good.”

You couldn’t see where this was going but you did it anyway. “Slide your left under my wrist and clasp your hands together.” You could feel his arm coming away, the pressure lessened. “Now turn to the right, keep your hands together.” His arm stayed up, rotating at the shoulder to a 90° angle. “Make sure the arm is in this position, aligned with the shoulder, you see that?”

Yes you did, nodding as you waited for his next instruction. “Push up with your elbow and push my wrist down at the same time, move round.” You moved and he grimaced as his back began to bend. “Ah! Now drop to your knees!” You did as he asked and he went with you, falling so you didn’t actually dislocate his shoulder with the move and he grinned at you from the floor. “Good! That was good.”

“Yeah, Stitch!” Hollered Wrecker. You looked over to give him a thumbs up, noticing Echo and Tech were now watching. Echo sat beside Omega, leaning his back against a wooden strut while Tech stood, hips tilted so his leg was comfortable. He had his datapad in hand but his gaze was stuck on you and Hunter.

“I want you to do that again, but faster. Ok?” Hunter crouched and you knew this was going to hurt. Steeling yourself, you gave him a grim nod. The clone rushed at you, swinging you into the position quickly but the motion was too fast. You panicked, your heart rate spiked violently and you froze even as your brain screamed what to do at you. Within seconds he had you on the floor again, dust billowing up from your fall as you struggled for breath.

“Not fast enough.” You felt anger swoop through you, more at your lack of action than Hunter taunting you. Without thinking your legs moved, catching him in the back of the knee completely by surprise and he dropped with a grunt. It felt like someone had possessed you, shooting up from the ground and curling your arm tightly around Hunter’s neck and pulling upwards so that he choked.

“St-itch!” He wheezed, tapping on your forearm. You released him, backing away as you stared at your hands in shock.

“Now where did you learn that?” He asked, coughing slightly as he glanced at you over his shoulder.

Good, Kair’ta. Never let your guard down. Balance is a weakness, use it against them. Remember, their knees bend both ways, Little One. If you can’t break it from the front make sure to break it from behind and then steal their breath…

“I—.” Jango’s voice bled into your mind and you backed away. Their eyes were so similar, their voices individual and yet…they carried his tone almost perfectly. Wrecker got up from his chair, even Echo was frowning at your reaction. “I’m sorry!” You turned tail and ran, not even sure where you were going. You bumped into villagers, gasping apologies and skirting around wheelbarrows and carts. Butterflies rose in a cloud as you brushed past a fence, the faint rustle of their wings sounding like the whispers of your dreams.

Everything was too much, the light as it hit your eyes, the butterflies almost abusive colouring and your thoughts screamed as you remembered things you’d buried long ago. The trees swallowed you, offering a cooling shade and you stumbled to a stop.

“Fight or flight,” you gasped. “My nervous system is just on high alert, I’m ok. I’m ok.” Stress floods the body with adrenaline, need more oxygen, breathe deeper. You slumped into the high roots of a tree, wedging yourself into a corner as you hugged your body. “Pressure is good.” You whispered, wishing you were getting the pressure from someone else.

Closing your eyes you concentrated. Listening to the whispers that seemed to haunt you constantly, the way the wind breathed through the trees. The sunlight was warm on your face, the heat of it caressing your skin and eventually you found the grip on yourself relaxing. Taking a deep breath you absorbed all the rich earthy smells, the freshness of the fields just beyond the tree line, mixed with the sweetness of some nearby flora.

“Stitch! Are you here?” You started at the younger voice, crawling out of your hiding place only to see Omega looking around for you.

“Omega?”

“Oh!” She smiled warmly and bounded towards you. “Tech sent me, he wanted to make sure you were all right. He does that a lot.”

“That’s all I do,” you replied sullenly. “Make people worry.” She settled in beside you, looking around as the noises of the fauna started back up.

“I love it here. So different to Kamino.” Her smile faltered as she leaned back onto her hands. Her ankles were crossed and she made you feel completely at ease. She was calming in ways you needed and you let that wash over you. “Tech thinks he’s found a place to relocate the butterflies to, so they don’t bother the villagers anymore. It’s just catching them.”

“I can just imagine Wrecker running around with a basket,” you said and she laughed. Omega’s eyes appeared molten in the sunlight, dancing with mirth. “Echo!” She gasped. “He’d be swearing under his breath! He thinks I don’t hear him but I do.” The pair of you giggled for a moment, tapering back off into a companionable silence. “Stitch?” Now her brow was furrowed she dragged her legs inwards, crossing them and sitting up. “What’s it like?”

“What?”

“The…force?” Wrinkling your nose you looked up at the tall trees, the viridian canopy above letting patching of sunlight in as the breeze shifted the leaves.

“I don’t really know, it’s like an—awareness?”

“Like Hunter?”

“I have no idea.” She pondered for a moment, her fingers drawing patterns in the dirt. A tingle travelled down your spine making you sit up suddenly.

“It’s just me,” Hunter stepped into view with his hands up. “Came to see if you ladies were all right.”

“Stitch was just telling me how her senses are similar to yours,” Omega blurted.

“Is that right?” He crouched on your level, gently trailing his fingers through the dirt.

“I don’t think they’re exactly the same,” you tried to explain.

“No. I couldn’t have done what you did to save Tech.”

“Oh yeah! What was that like?” Omega asked curiously.

“Omega…” Hunter warned.

“It’s ok.” You spent a lot of time trying not to dwell on that moment, the sound of the blood gushing out of his wound still filled your ears.

“So everyone has this sort of light about them. I can’t really explain it.” You clicked your fingers softly as you tried to get your words out. “Tech for example, he’s warm and gives me the impression of safety. There’s a calmness that echoes from him and I can almost touch it when he’s close,” your eyes came back into focus seeing Omega looking at you with a knowing grin and Hunter staring at you with an almost identical smile.

“And then there’s Echo. He gives off restlessness, he’s not content but he exudes a kindness that can make anyone smile.” You debated going on about the continuous ache that you felt inside Echo, but it also wasn’t your place to spill everything about him.

“Do Hunter!” Omega suggested, bouncing a bit where she sat.

“Hunter.” Your head tilted as your gaze fixed on him. “Warmth with a little heat, yet steadfast and you expel a firm sense of security.” His eyes locked with yours and you cleared your throat, picking at the leaf debris on the floor. “Sometimes I can put colours to people, but I’ve never really focussed on that.”

“Can you see these colours?” Omega asked as she gazed at her brother.

“No, it’s just the impression I get. I can’t really explain it past that,” you finished with a shrug, feeling slightly self conscious you had just said all that. “Anyway.” You got up and dusted off your trousers. “I need to do Tech’s physio.”

The walk back into the village was calmer but people still looked at you with suspicion. Entering the hut you and boys had been given, you found Tech reapplying his armour, his leg brace in place as he adjusted his vambrace.

“Have you done your exercises already?”

“I have.” He sounded so monotone, refusing to even turn in your direction. You knew this day would eventually come, he was healing wonderfully and you were sure once the ache in his thigh receded he wouldn’t need the brace anymore.

“Impressive,” you murmured. Something yawned between you both and you crossed your arms in an effort to protect against it. He felt different, a little stormy which completely threw you when it came to Tech. Even in the most heated situations he was always a calm summer's breeze. “Are you ok?”

“Yes.” His replies were too short and clipped and it set you on edge.

“Tech…”

“I have a relocation mission to oversee.” Picking up his datapad and leaving without so much as a glance at you. As the door banged shut, springing on it hinges you cuddled yourself against the frosty feeling he’d left in his wake. You must have done something to annoy him. Before you spiralled into the never ending maze of your emotions you spied the headset he’d made, poking out of your bag.

Maybe some meditation would help.

Tech stared at the butterflies that lined the roof of the hut. He had found a suitable place for them to reside in, on the other side of the planet that was lush with flora. He had counted approximately 346 carrier butterflies all existing in this small place. He had worked out that they congregated near humans because these were the ones trained to carry messages during the war, so they flocked to what they knew.

The villagers were making cages to house them so the Marauder could transport them to the new location. As boring as this mission was for his brothers he had enjoyed working out logistics and being off Ord Mantell. He couldn’t deny, your company had been the only pleasure on the entire planet during his recovery.

Your company. Something rose in his chest and he tried to ignore it once again. Whatever it was, burned whenever he breathed and he got frustrated when he couldn’t detach from it. He hadn’t been aware of it at first, enjoyed the shared moments with just the two of you—but then you started training with Hunter.

He knew why, he agreed with why and understood why you felt you needed this…but seeing your panicked face as you put yourself in this position stoked something in him.

Witnessing his brother being the one to drag your memories to the forefront of your mind had Tech really wondering if this was the best course of action. Was that what was bothering him? Not the fact his brother had his hands all over you. You, who hated being touched and yet accepted if off Tech. You, who had never sought contact with anyone else and here you were letting Hunter…

He thought back to the moment on the ship, the sensation of your hands against his, how you’d given it so freely making Tech feel something.

A hot flush ripped through his body when he recalled the way your face fell just now, he had tried to keep his tone neutral and not give away the barbed feelings he was experiencing.

His thoughts were all over the place when it came to you. It wasn’t something he was used to and he didn’t entirely know how to deal with it.

You were a puzzle he wanted to piece together and he knew most of the pieces resided with you. His own searching had come up with nothing, either someone wanted you to disappear or the Empire had their hands all over it. He hoped the former…if it was the latter, it wouldn’t be an ideal situation.

The door to the hut went and he glanced over. You were wearing the headset and he felt a swell of pride as you settled yourself down and breathed deeply a couple of times. He admired your dedication to keep on top of your abilities.

Now, if only he could figure out how to obtain the butterflies without hurting them. Omega raced around with Hunter watching over her as she tried to catch a vibrant green one. Echo and Wrecker were bringing the ship closer as no Imperial patrols had been discovered.

Tech looked down at his datapad, he’d analysed everything he could about these creatures but they were almost impossible to catch. He’d even contemplated using the ship but there was the chance of sucking the creatures into the engines and he was sure Omega would not approve.

He allowed himself a sigh, adjusting his goggles with his forefinger and thumb and watching the numbers jolt slightly with the movement. This whole scenario wasn’t something he was used to dealing with, he had no statistics to go by and he couldn’t correctly guess the outcome of something so menial.

His gaze wandered back to you, sitting crossed legged on the ground, hands loose in your lap and a blank expression on your face. He blinked when a butterfly landed on your wrist and you didn’t flinch. He grunted a little, the ache in his leg flared whenever he moved and it was sore after his gruelling exercises.

As he watched more and more butterflies gathered around you, pressing the tips of their wings together and creating a glittering dust that settled on your clothes. He expected them to fly away as he approached, the hiss of his brace usually disturbed them but they stayed settled all over you.

Debating this interesting show of behaviour, he tested a theory by reaching for one. As he assessed, the creature was docile and went easily. It crawled onto his vambrace and he typed quickly into his datapad. Making a note of the behaviour, how long you’d been meditating and how many you had attracted. He moved away, prepared to sit and watch for a duration.

Echo landed the ship, engines disturbing the butterflies and they rose in a solid block, except the ones settled on you. “Fascinating.” He knew some Jedi had an affinity with animals. You had told him time and time again you weren’t a Jedi and he agreed with that assessment—and yet you still pulled off things he couldn’t get his head around.

From what Hunter had told him, he should have died from his injury or at the very least lost some sense of feeling from damaged nerves.

Tech observed Echo and Wrecker walking through the village heading straight to Hunter. He debated going over but then you made a move and his attention swung back to you.

They’re coming.

A battalion.

So many droids.

32nd company are gone.

Retreat! Retreat!

You heard the explosions. The earth shook beneath your fingers and destruction rained. You had never seen any fighting from the Clone Wars but you heard the marching feet of the droids in your mind. Their perfect unity with each step stomped terror all over your soul and you tried to pull out.

The mental imagery started to come alive, colours painting across the back of your closed eyelids as you saw the clones rush into the fight. Of course they did, falling like figures in the game Firepath.

All you saw were clones dying, their yells cutting short, their bodies littering the floor like pieces of scrap and you wept in your mental prison. Trapped, helpless and incapable of extracting yourself as the horrors unfolded before you.

“Why am I seeing this?” You sobbed, dropping to your knees and hanging your head in your hands.

“Because, Ad”ika…you are the key.” His hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up into that beskar helmet. Destruction exploded around you, dirt hissing like rain as it settled back on the ground but nothing touched you. Troopers ran past where you were sitting, barely skirting round you and Jango, both of you stuck in a stillness that deadened your surroundings. “Don’t let him find you.” Jango insisted through the vocoder, urgency forcing his words out.

“Who?”

“Don’t let him find you.”

Stitch…

As always, you latched onto the sound of Tech’s voice. Letting it lead the way free and back to the waking world which exploded in the shower of a glittering rainbow. Your arms came up to shield from the black shadows as they beat their wings in your face, only lowering when the last butterfly had left.

Looking down you saw your entire body was sparkling as you moved in the sun. It looked like someone had thrown metallic powder paint at you while you had meditated. Slipping the headset off you looked up to see Tech standing over you.

“You have solved my problem.” He sounded so matter of fact, so abrupt while you were still hurting over seeing the clones dying in front of you.

“Did I?” You snapped. Quickly you dusted yourself off, the shimmering colours falling away easily.

“Indeed. I was not making any headway in how to capture…”

“Good for you.” You instantly felt guilty for speaking to him in such a manner, hearing the way he swallowed his words as you stormed off to the ship that Echo had left near the furthest huts. Gonky beeped when you entered the dark hull moving over to you after you settled in your comfort spot in the corner. The droid pressed in against you and it made you relax, being back here like this.

You felt him approach, your extended senses tingling and readied yourself for brushing off anything he had to say. Echo came in quietly, understanding sat in his golden orbs as he eased into the seat before the console.

“What did you see this time?”

“More clones dying,” you told him bitterly. Echo sighed, crossing his arm and his scomp.

“I see that too. All the time. And I caused their deaths.” You heard the weight of such a statement in his tone, how his shoulders slumped and his gaze sought for some kind of redemption at his feet. the ache he carried pulsed with a life of its own and you held back the urge to try and comfort him. “It never gets any easier.”

“Do you wish you could do more?”

“Yes,” came his instant reply. “This…isn’t my idea of helping the Galaxy.”

“It keeps you boys safe.” He raised an eyebrow at your words.

“I am a soldier. Born and bred to serve, this isn’t what I signed up for.” You moved, seating yourself near him and leaning on your knees. “Don’t get me wrong,” he continued in a softer tone. “I am grateful, but Hunter is keeping Omega and his squad safe. And he should. I think I need to be elsewhere.” You worked up the courage to reach out, watching your fingers flinch at the feel of his red glove, his own hand flexing in surprise. Neither of you said anything, just sitting in a pool of quiet as you held each other's hand in understanding silence. You gave him a brief squeeze and let go when you sensed Hunter coming.

His shadow filled the doorway and you looked up to find he was back in his armour. “Tech has an solution, finally.” Your mouth twisted as the feeling of guilt rose in your throat. You hated feeling so at odds with Tech, especially after the pair of you had been on similar wavelengths for so long.

“We can finally get off this rock?” Echo sighed.

“Not just yet,” Hunter told him. “Another couple of days and then I’m sure Cid will have something else for us.” Hunter turned to leave. “Dinner is being cooked.”

Night had fallen. The sound of the fauna had taken on a darker sound, the deep womp of creatures just beyond the edges of the village sounded every now and again. You sat with the squad around a large fire before the Marauder.

Omega and Wrecker were playing a game in the dirt with sticks, scratching lines in the ground. Echo was staring off into the darkness past the fire with Tech beside him who was constantly tapping on his datapad. Occasionally he’d look around and you saw his vambrace was open, no doubt recording again.

Hunter paced around, his helmet was on as he surveyed the perimeter even though you were all safe here. Most of the villagers were in their huts, eating dinner with their families and putting the children to bed. You had enjoyed watching Omega join in today, her laughter and smiles gave you a warm sense of comfort and you had felt a similar feeling from Hunter more than once.

“Ha!!” Omega said loudly and Wrecker groaned.

“Awww! Again?”

“You owe me so much Mantell Mix,” she stated smugly.

“I’m not playing anymore,” Wrecker grumbled and made a show of turning away, his eyes trained on the fire. You smiled to yourself as Omega threw herself over Wrecker’s back with a giggle and started to tickle his face. Pulling a smile and some rumbles of laughter from the larger clone. He could never resist her for long.

Soon they settled down, Omega leaning against a dozing Wrecker as she read a novel on the spare datapad. Your eyes were closed as you listened to the cracking of the fire enjoying the peace they were all exuding for a change, even Echo was relaxed beside you.

Omega moved, the crunch of the earth beneath her told you she’d settled beside you, a featherlight touch on your arm confirmed it and you looked down at her. “Stitch…” Omega whispered, her eyes casting worriedly round the group. “What’s a soulmate?” It took a moment for your mind to process what she’d asked and she held out the datapad so you could read the context it was in.

“Oh, well…” clearing your throat you looked up to see everyone else looking at you, even Hunter was listening from where he stood at the open ramp, his head turned slightly in your direction. “It’s um…when two people connect on such a level, like their souls match the other persons completely.” You linked your hands together hoping she just accepted that explanation and left it at that.

“A connection? Like the Force?” Echo asked, which surprised you. Still they all regarded you curiously waiting for you to elaborate further and it hit you that none of them had ever experienced these things in life.

“Well I can’t compare that to something I haven’t…I’m not sure about,” your words a little stilted as you tried to express it appropriately, not prepared for the attention that was now directed at you.

“It’s love,” Omega suggested with a dreamy look in her eye. “I read about it in a holobook.”

“What holobooks are you reading?” Hunter turned to ask with an accusing tone but she just smiled innocently at him.

“Appropriate ones,” Tech injected. “I checked.”

“Love,” Wrecker scoffed. “What even is that?” He asked you, waving a hand around. You took in a breath, words failing you which left the silence to be filled by Tech.

“Love is just a term that people feel they have to place on a chemical reaction,” Tech spoke up in his info-dumping tone, causing Echo to roll his eyes. “It is just the excessive release of dopamine and norepinephrine, hormones that have a somewhat desirable effect on a person’s perception. It creates feelings of euphoria that can, quite frankly, be a hindrance.” Hunter unfolded his arms at Tech’s words and you swallowed hard. A hindrance.

“W-well, I suppose you’re right, Tech,” you agreed softly.

He barely glanced up from his datapad and replied with a clipped, “Of course I am.” For some reason his matter of factness and his blatant lack of interest in the whole topic made you feel—flat. You had been nervous to talk about something you thought you were beginning to feel, only to realise he’d never reciprocate.

“So these holobooks,” Echo pressed after sharing a glance with Hunter and Omega rolled her eyes.

“They’re children’s books, don’t worry.” You stood, picking your way over Wrecker’s splayed out legs, slipping past Tech and avoiding Hunter’s knowing gaze as you disappeared into the cockpit. You sat in your usual seat, lifting your legs up to hug your knees, using the natural bounce of the chair to rock slightly. Luckily Echo had oiled them recently so the squeak was non-existent.

Again that feeling of being off kilter loomed, your entire centre had been misplaced and you weren’t sure how to correct it.

You felt Hunter come up beside you, his presence just there for a moment until he moved to sit in Tech’s seat. He spun it round, eyes looking up at the canopy, arms crossed and legs apart in an effort to look casual. You knew he was there to say something, you knew he had seen your expression change and he wanted to make sure you were ok.

“Go on,” you said and he sighed.

“I see it. He doesn’t.” You kept your expression impassive, hoping not to give any of yourself away and Hunter cocked an eyebrow. “I saw you two. I’ve never seen him respond that way before…to anyone.” Still you kept your lips sealed. “If you talked to him…”

“No. He doesn’t see it, like you said.” Breathing was hard, the swell of emotion was trying to fill your chest and you fought it all down. “He doesn’t feel it.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Hunter said quietly.

“Yeah well. Until he makes me think otherwise…” you shrugged, not able to finish the sentence.

“Just give him time.” He stood up and went to put a hand on your shoulder but he thought better of it and pulled away. His footsteps retreated down the ramp and you buried your face into your knees. Just give him time.

#sanctuary #tech x stitch #tech x reader(stitch)#tech x reader #tech x you #tbb tech x you #tbb tech x reader #tech x f!reader

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or0ch1maru · 2 years

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Part Eleven: The Hideout

***

After an hour of travel, we arrive. The hideout is underground, only two ways in and out, both unknown to the outside world. I allow y/n to slide in first, giving me a moment to double check we haven’t been followed. When I sense that we’re in the clear, I follow behind her. I lead her down a very long hall. The only light comes from two lanterns that are spread throughout the corridor. We do this in the rare case someone finds this place, that they’d think it was abandoned. At the end of the hall, we make a left, which leads to the rooms, kitchen, lab, and bathrooms.

“This is my room.”

I say, pointing at a metal door as we pass by.

“This is Kabuto’s.”

I say pointing towards a door a bit up the hall.

“And this, is our spare room. This is where you’ll be.”

I explain to y/n. It’s the second biggest. A comfortable bed, with a desk, a television and whatever else she may need. I’ve had this guest room for a very long time, I originally left it empty for many years. Kabuto was the one who convinced me to make it look nice, for whatever reason. Looking back on it, I’ll have to thank him. I show her where the kitchen is, where the spare bathrooms are, also explaining she has one attached to the room.

“And this, is my lab. I hope you don’t mind this but please do not come in unless I or Kabuto specifically ask you to do so.”

I tell y/n, as nicely as possible.

“Okay.”

She says sheepishly.

“Have you met Kabuto before by any chance?”

I ask, pushing the laboratory door open.

“My lord.”

Speaks my right hand when he sees me.

“Kabuto this is-.”

I begin.

“Y/n.”

“We’ve met before.”

Says Kabuto.

“We took our Chūnin Exams together.”

Kabuto continues quickly, sensing my anxiety.

“Oh you did, did you?”

I ask, raising a brow.

“Yeah. I gave up pretty early into it. I saw her for the first part and that was it.”

Continues my assistant.

“Hm.”

I say, guiding y/n from the lab and back to her room.

“I’ll leave you be to get settled. If you need anything at all, find one of us and we’ll do our best to accommodate.”

I explain, hoping she’ll go back to sleep, especially after all that activity earlier. Since I’m still on edge, I’ll be joining Kabuto in the lab.

I turn away to leave, giving her some much needed space.

“Orochimaru?”

She says my name. I almost melt from the kindness.

“Yes?”

I ask as I turn around to look at her.

“Thank you.”

Says y/n. Her brows are pushed together, forming a small v in between them. Looking rather worrisome. Before I reply, she turns her head away from me, retreating into her new home. For the time being at least.

Something about the way she looked at me just now, is making me feel…weird. I can’t quite explain it. The door closes without a sound.

‘What is going on in that brilliant mind y/n?’

I ask myself.

***

The room is much larger than mine back at home. There’s no windows since we’re underground and the only light I’ll get is from the lamp on the table. I drop my bag on the rug next to the bed, collapsing down with it. I pull my knees up to my chest, cradling them to my body. I rest my head on them, closing my eyes, making it as dark as possible in my little nook.

And that’s when the tears come.

I’m not one for crying. Even when I was going through the most brutal thing a person could experience I didn’t cry. My brain must be wired wrong.

Tear after tear, it’s a never ending waterfall of sadness. The knee part of my pants are soaked, as well as the end bit of my sleeves. At least the lab is a bit of the way up the hall and not right next to me. I’d hate for either of them to see me like this. Nobody has ever seen me like this and I don’t plan on changing that anytime soon.

***

I work quietly alongside Kabuto. He did ask a single question, something that sparked his curiosity.

“Why did you bring her here master?”

He asked, looking up from his work.

“Will she be an experiment?”

He asks right after.

I explained everything that’s happened over the past day, what happened at the Academy and back at her house. I tell him she isn’t to be tested, unless its to check on her health and health only. Which is what I’d love to do in the morning, make sure there isn’t anything internally wrong.

“You will examine her in the morning when she wakes. She has gone through a lot of trauma over these past 18 hours.”

I tell him.

“Yes, my Lord.”

He replies back to me.

Must been about forty minutes since we arrived and I decided to check in on her, see if she needs anything. Outside of her room, I hear sniffling.

She’s crying…

I knock.

I hear some scuffling going on inside.

“Just a minute.”

She shouts, sounding perfectly fine. The door opens a second later. Her Flak jacket is on the end of the bed, as well as her bag. It looks as if she was trying to unpack, but what’s making her so sad. From what I’ve learned about humans is that each of them will get upset over different things. I would like to know what’s upset her, maybe I can fix it. Despite having no experience with this.

“I just wanted to see if you needed…anything, before I go to bed.”

I ask, hesitating a little bit.

“I think I’m okay, thank you.”

She says, a little too quickly.

As I look down at her, I can still see the faint redness in and around her eyes from crying. If I didn’t hear it, I would of assumed she rubbed her eyes a bit too hard.

“Okay, well. If you need anything. You know where our rooms are. Kabuto isn’t much of a morning person, especially when he’s in the lab late like this, so I’d recommend finding me if you need something early.”

I explain to her.

Her sad eyes look into mine. I’m not sure if I’m reading this look correctly but I feel as if she wants me to stay?

“You know y/n. You don’t need to hide from me.”

I say, brushing my thumb over her cheek. She doesn’t say anything.

“I know you’ve heard all these things about me and you have every right to be scared. To be quite honest, I’m surprised you haven’t run away yet.”

I say, now resting my fingers under her chin and jaw bone.

“I’m not scared of you.”

She says confidently.

Her heart is racing but not with fear, something a bit more joyful. Interesting.

I linger there for a moment more before turning to leave.

“You’re not that vicious monster that you and other people say you are, you know?”

She says, completely catching me off guard. What do I say to this? Thank you? No, that doesn’t fit. This is the one thing I would of begged to be told my whole life, it might of changed my path, stopped me from being so cruel before. I take this compliment and retreat to my chambers. Still in shock that the one creature I crave the most praise from actually said what I’ve dreamed of hearing. She doesn’t even know how much this means to me. One day, I might tell her.

#naruto #orochimaru #orochimaru stories #orochimaru story #kakshi hatake #naruto story

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fanfictiondreamscape · 2 years

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"Lord Death is my dad now. Sorry, Kid." - Meeting DTK’s Father HCs

Request: Hey! If that's okay could i request some headcanons for Lord Death acting as a father figure to Kid's s/o?

And maybe kid's s/o doesn't have a good relationship with their actual parents but as soon as Death started acting this way they're immediately like "okay you're my dad (in law!) now."

The whole thing is just-

Btw can you tag me once it's ready? Thanks!

Feel free to ignore if you're not comfy with it!!

Title: "Lord Death is my dad now. Sorry, Kid." - Meeting DTK’s Father HCs

Genre: fluffy, v e r y comedic, angst if you squint, and frankly a lil romantic at some points

Pairing: Death the Kid x GN!Reader

Notes: Okay, the second I saw this in my inbox, I was excited. Like, really excited.

Not only because of the meme included, (though that was one things that caught my attention, to be fair-) but also due to the request itself. I can totally see Lord Death doing this and Kid being so embarassed, and the whole gang clowning him for it-

A whole treasure trove of ideas slapped me square in the face, and I really appreciate you for that! On another note, I decided to roll with headcanons, so I hope that’s alright.

Do note that there will be some slight mentions of familial abuse/neglect, so proceed with caution if you wish to read it.

That said, I hope you enjoy it!

Below the cut!

being a student at the DWMA was a fun experience, just as much as it was dangerous

and you were most definitely more open than you were when you first started schooling

but most people chalked that up to meeting death the kid

you came in after the main group did, even after kid did, so you were to be guided around the school by someone.

you didn’t have a partner yet, but that would be soon to come, and it just happened to come to be by the end of the day.

normally, that itself would have been a milestone

but

you didn’t expect that lord death’s son would be the one to give you the guide

you had been instructed to arrive at 7 to pick up any information and ask any questions about protocols that were needed (a staff member met you outside)

but were told that your tour would start at 8 am as opposed to when you were done with your questions

which was weird, until kid showed up and proclaimed happiness at seeing you there on time

it clicked then, and you had been intrigued since

its been a few years now, you had met the group and had gotten along with them and your partner did as well

but the thing that not a single person expected to happen (aside from certain teachers and staff, of course) was that you and kid got close

and closer

until liz caught on and called you both out in the middle of a basketball game in the park’s court

seriously, she shouted at the both of you

“kiss and get over the tension already!” to be exact

so you two did

on your second date-

but yeah, that started the roller coaster ride that is called your relationship with death the kid

on a more serious note, though this was completely unexpected

the only reason you had a partner was because they were an old friend of yours and you both applied to the DWMA

and got lucky enough that you two were accepted

so you two obviously collaborated when you ran into each other and eventually became a weapon and meister pair

but again, that was due to the bond you two had growing up

your parents never really reacted well around each other, and thus the relationship you wanted with the both of them never came

in fact, it twisted what you already had and now you refuse to contact them unless absolutely neccessary

really, you wanted something more meaningful with the both of them, but their approach to relationships, love, and life in general turned you away from anyone that you just...couldn’t trust

and kid just so happened to understand your hesitance to speak on it, and respected it

(almost) everyone else tried to pry, but he didn’t

and the way that he handled it just felt...diffferent than the way others did

you respected it

and you knew he respected you and your boundaries as well

so yeah

that trust was the reason

it wasn’t until you had been brought to the death room with him to meet his father that you saw your chance

“heya, kiddo! who have you got here with you?”

“father, this is my partner, (y/n).”

“hello, lord death.”

he sounded super cheery, extremely far off from what you expected

but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise

“just call me pops, kid!”

that moment was when it clicked

kid was deathly embarassed, but you?

yeah, you were basking in it

from that point forward, if you were to ever see lord death, you would always do things that you wanted to do with your parents

card games, stupid paintings, discussing stupid things

hell, he even managed to pull out images of kid as a baby when you had dropped in to bring something to him before you and kid actually began your date

that was a story lol

“(y/n), dear, i’m so sorry about him-”

“no, no, no, it’s fine, kid!”

“as fine as it may be, it was quite sudden and he is often like that...”

“i can tell, but really - it’s fine, kid.”

he sighed a sigh of relief

“...but you were an absolutely a d o r a b l e baby, y’know that?”

cue kid slamming his face into the table at the cafe you were currently at

and that’s not all

whenever lord death would drop by the gallows mansion, he would always be sure to ask about you you weren’t there

it honestly made kid a little jealous

but it was all in good fun

kid knew of your family issues, so he knew what lord death was to you

which made even more sense when you had to get something off your chest but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell kid

your parents had tried to contact you, pestering you and ridiculing you for not coming over and not calling them to inform them of your state

you knew they didn’t really care, you knew they only wanted to mooch off your status as the partner to lord death’s son

it really rubbed you the wrong way, and you had to rant, kick, scream, and cry

but you didn’t want to burden kid with that

whether he would understand wasn’t what you were afraid of, rather it was burdening him

you knew that he would listen and do what he could possibly do to ease your tension

but you needed a nice card game and some tea to talk it over

so you went to lord death

(after checking if he was available, obviously)

he was curious, admittedly, but no matter

why wouldn’t he welcome a student just wanting to talk?

especially considering that things were going as normal

(and that you were making kid happy anyway-)

you went over, and he had already been doing some shuffling

tea wasn’t made, obviously

but you still came in

“ah, (y/n)! what brings you in, kiddo?”

you waved, slightly

“some family stuff. you don’t mind if i stay here and talk it out with you, do you?”

“of course not! let’s have a seat and then we can talk, hmm?”

you smiled slightly, nodding

“i’d like that.”

and so tea was brought in, cards were set up, and you began to play a multitude of card games

you ranted, telling him of why you came here

(he suspected something was going on because most people that come in from out of town without their parents imply some indication of homesickness)

(you didn’t)

how your parents were neglectful, failing to not only praise your achievements, but also failing to truly care for you

it was similar to matilda, to be frank

you even compared that movie to your life

your parents were greedy and materialistic

and you didn’t fall in with what they wanted

you could honestly care less about what they wanted from you at this point,

but the fact that they had called you and demanded - yes, D E M A N D E D - that you share the spoils of death the kid and lord death...

yikes

it tipped you over the edge

it was then that death saw what kid saw in you, the reason as to why he came to this point

not only were you respectful, intelligent, and highly capable

you were also extremely strong to endure that

lord death let you scream, cry, even break a couple of objects that weren’t needed anymore to blow off steam

and once you were done, he gently patted your head and handed you the last cookie that was on the plate

“if you need to talk ever again, come on back. i’m here to help you, kiddo!”

you laughed brushing the nonexistent dirt off your pants before you thanked him

(and grabbed the cookie. obviously.)

he was curious as to why you didn’t tell, kid, though...

you were walking out when he stopped you once more

“if i could ask, though, why didn’t you tell kiddo?”

you shrugged, making a face

“i don’t want to burden him. he’s already stressed out enough, i couldn’t do that to him.”

“oh, don’t worry about kid! i promise he’ll understand, (y/n).”

you nodded once more, thanked him once again, and left the death room.

and from that point forward, you and kid had lord death as your biggest fan.

on multiple occassions, you and death would team up to help kid

you both were cheering him on when blackstar wanted to challenge him to a fight to test his improvement

you were in there to tell him about the new progress you and your partner had made

but then maka had sent you a text saying that kid and blackstar were going at it

(yes, we’re gonna act like they have cell phones)

you giggled at it, told lord death, and then proceeded to watch from a window

after you told maka to access it, of course

when the image came up, you were both armed with pom-poms and confetti

kid balked and soul, the twins, as well as maka bust out laughing

(blackstar just shouted about how he was going to win and that you two should be supporting him lol)

that fight went well

(for kid)

and the next day was spent playing basketball with the gang

it was there that you did the same thing

and who did the same thing when kid had reported progress?

of course, the one and only lord death!

there were even a couple occassions that you would drop in with kid when he would go to report progress ‘

(or you, it happened both ways)

that things would get sidetracked before the progress could be communicated,

and death would pull out something that kid loved when he was younger to show you

baby pictures, an old stuffed animal, some old drawings that he’d done

you loved it, lord death enjoyed it, and kid was perpetually embarrassed

(though he always knew it was all in good fun)

he did have to admit that it made him really happy, though

he wasn’t sure if you would get along with his father considering the relationship you had with yours was far from ideal

but his worries proved false

it allowed comfort for the both of you,

and lord death really appreciated and respected you for helping kid come to terms with his OCD and help him when he would panic or simply require backup

and as for you?

you had a lot of ammo to fire at kid if the time came for you to surprise him

(read: lighthearted blackmail)

and you also had a good source of information to reach out to when you were stumped for a gift

all in all, it worked out perfectly

and, when it came time to either become a death scythe or get your weapon to becoming a death scythe

lord death had paired you, your partner, kid, and the twins altogether as a team

you not only managed to gain acclaim, but also a father that truly loves his child and a boyfriend that respects you and treats you as you both know you deserve to be treated

(plus the inside jokes that came from talking with death confuse kid often, so that’s another plus)

- @dexpairs-blog -

#deaththekid #death the kid #soul eater #souleater #souleaterdeaththekid #soul eater death the kid #dtk #souleaterdtk #soul eater dtk #souleaterxreader #soul eater x reader #souleaterdeaththekidxreader #soul eater death the kid x reader #deaththekidxreader #death the kid x reader #souleaterdtkxreader #soul eater dtk x reader #dtkxreader #dtk x reader

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amelee23 · 2 years

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Stray Kids as fictional creature boyfriends | Lee Know

Small romance/ comedy series where I write about the reader finding out that skz members are a specific fictional creature.

LEE KNOW - INCUBUS

Genre: Romance, comedy, Headcannon

Warnings: mentions of clubs and alcohol, mentions of cheating, very suggestive but not explicit, Minho says something really savage and is a weirdo but also very sappy, reader gender isn't mentioned unless I somehow didn't see it during proofreading

Word count: 1250

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The club lights were flashing in neon colors of purple and blue; a strange upbeat song was playing in the background, muffled by the voices.

You were there to accompany a friend, who eventually left you to go dance with a new found date.

Heading to the bar to see if there was anything non-alcoholic that could quench your thirst, you stumbled upon a scene that almost seemed comedic

A man completely unknown to you was slumped in his high chair, eyebrows furrowed, glaring at a bottle of booze on the shelf and occasionally to the back door where the barman came from.

"Are you trying to order a drink?" You asked, amused. The man seemed to be pulled out of a trance the next moment

"Huh? I, no? Yes?" You couldn't help but giggle at how disoriented he looked.

"You were glaring real hard at that bottle. What has it ever done to you?"

"It's not the bottle's fault, it's my date's who just stood me up."

"Ah, that explains why you're so out of it. Makes two of us - my friend is somewhere in this crowd making out with some guy while I have to wait take her home because I'm the only one that can drive."

"Responsible... I like it."

"Hmmm... What's the deal on your side tho? She never showed or did she cancel?"

"Canceled. I should look for someone else anyway, she's all body and no brains - she might get the job done but I feel like pulling out my hair every time she starts talking." You couldn't help the healthy laugh that came out of your mouth at such a statement.

"I'm Minho by the way... Creature of the night."

You introduced yourself back to him and joked back that you also like Batman

Minho chuckled and offered to take you on a dance. His posture standing up was a lot more different, his eyes almost too mesmerizing from up close. He politely planted his hands on your hips and guided them to sway around, and soon you felt like you were floating.

Eventually his face came closer to yours, breath fanning over your face, and he whispered in your ear: "My cat got drunk on catnip"

That's what he does to double check his seduction is successful. Usually his victims are so gone by that point that they moan at whatever he says

But you didn't

"Well, that was random- is she okay tho?"

"You heard me?"

"Yes? You're a weird man, Minho. Have you ever been told that?"

"More times than you can imagine. It's my charm."

Never did he think he needed to take things slowly with a human before. Like ask for your number and take you on a date? Absurdity. But he did it anyway

Because he found himself really determined to have you. Maybe it was exactly because he couldn't seduce you that drove him crazy

And believe me, he tried

Way too many times.

But you always were pulled out of the trance the moment he tested you with his weird sentences - he even said something about putting a guy named Hyunjin in the oven?

Eventually Minho rolled his eyes in defeat and did things v a n i l l a

Which was difficult to say the least. Being an Incubus, he obviously had to be intimate with people on the side of your relationship. And it was eating him up from the inside. So much so in fact, that he had to tell you. He couldn't stand the disappointment in your eyes every time he pushed you away.

And the reveal hit you like a truck

At first you thought it was his weird way of confessing he was cheating on you. That would've hurt on it's own, but he made sure to prove it to you. You reluctantly followed him to a club where you bore witness to Minho seducing a woman so badly that she turned into dough. He was listing pie ingredients to her and she was getting horny.

So eventually you made peace with it. Your boyfriend was a magical creature. And he survives on making others commit bodily sins.

And he told you he can't do abstinence. The longer he stays away from it, the worse it gets. He loses self control, kinda like a rabbid dog. You associated it with the myth of vampires. So what were the repercussions of becoming intimate with him? Fatigue, he told you. Much more intense than normal soreness, because he's basically feeding off of the energy of the people he seduces.

Once you took all of that information in, he began to excitedly talk about how it's so cool he can't seduce you. The chase, doing things the old fashioned way, it was all very entertaining to him.

But that's what really scared you. Not that he's some sort of demonic descendent, but the fact that... You might just be a source of entertainment. He enjoyed chasing you, but after he finally gets you in bed, what will happen? Will he just move on?

So you decided to rip off the band-aid as fast as possible. No more dates and dilly dallying. You initiated it and he gave in, giving you the most mind-blowing sex of your life. You could feel why he was an Incubus to begin with. But when you woke up in the morning, the fatigue came. He was right, you weren't just tired, you felt drained and drowsy, as if you had the flu. Still, it was something you could get over, for him and how much you were fond of him... And one glance to his naked sleeping form broke you. You began crying

He woke up as if burnt and instantly wrapped his arms around you. "Are you suffering side effects?"

"What side effects, Minho?" You asked him sadly.

"Some get depressive after having sex with me. It's part of the neural fatigue."

"I'm not depressed Minho... I'm just scared."

"Of me? Did I do something wrong?" The fact that he instantly made himself to be the target of your fear saddened you even farther.

"Not of you!" You found yourself yelling at him. "Of you leaving me now that you got what you wanted."

"Huh? What I wanted? Like what, sex?"

"Obviously. Isn't that why you chased me in the first place?"

Before answering he pulled you into his body for the tightest and warmest embrace you've ever felt in your life. "I meant it when I said I love the fact I can't seduce you. You gave me someone to get to know, someone to care about, someone to rely on... I don't do that with sex partners. They're just there to fix what's making my existence inconvenient. I told you the truth about me because I felt bad for breaking your trust through it, though. Basically what I'm trying to say is I never planned on leaving you. I dated you because I want to be with you. Romantically."

You pulled away to look him in the eyes and that was when Minho looked the softest he ever did. "I want you to trust me, kitten. I want it even though it's very selfish to ask for it. I mean- it's either I exhaust you constantly or I have to see other people on the side - there's no good choice. But I want to feel love too, you know? And it has to be you."

I do not own the picture!

Also tell me if you liked it, I have two other members I can post.

#stray kids #stray kids lee know #Lee Minho #Stray kids Minho #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #lee know fanfic #lee know imagines #lee know scenarios #romance #comedy #lee know x reader

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just-a-little-cellist · 3 years

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Levi Ackerman - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: i'm bored so i'm just writing these nsfw headcanons for all my comfort characters, don't judge me. feel free to request - i posted request rules so go check it out :)

enjoy! nsfw under the cut :P

A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex)

The first time you have sex, Levi needs a lot of comfort. He'd never been that vulnerable with someone before and it took a lot for him to open up like that, so aftercare for him is the priority. Once sex becomes more frequent and he gets used to everything, he's the one to clean you both up but he still needs more emotional reassurance than he'll admit.

B - Body part (fav body part of themselves/their partner)

He isn't a vain person, so he'd probably say his arms just because of how much you love them. He wasn't too fussed at first but because of all the attention you give them he's started growing fonder of them.

His favourite part of you is your neck and collarbones. He didn't even realize he had a thing for that until he met you, and whenever you wear chokers he can't take his eyes off you.

C - Cum (where do they prefer to cum?)

Levi prefers to cum on your stomach, purely because it makes it easier to clean up. (He's always very mindful of any mess.)

D - Dirty secret (self-explanatory)

It obviously couldn't happen because of his status, but it sends a shiver of arousal through him whenever he imagines you humiliating him in public. It's something he wants to try in private, though he's nervous to talk about it with you.

E - Experience (how experienced are they?)

Levi is a virgin, since he doesn't have sex with people he doesn't genuinely, 100% trust. You'll have to guide him through everything at the beginning, however he's a quick learner and picks it up pretty fast.

F - Favourite position (goes without saying)

He likes missionary a lot because it lets him feel close to you, and he'll melt if you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He also gets shy sometimes, so this position is perfect to hide his face in your neck.

G - Goofy (are they goofy or serious in the moment?)

Other than the odd sarcastic comment, he's generally serious. If he's in a vulnerable position then joking around doesn't calm his nerves at all.

H - Hair (opinions on grooming etc.)

Levi keeps his own hair neatly trimmed. He'd prefer if you keep yours vaguely under control but, as long as it's clean, it's up to you how you keep it.

I - Intimacy (how intimate are they during sex?)

It takes him a while to fully open up to you, but sex becomes one of the most intimate moments you ever share with Levi where he truly breaks down all his walls for you, just the two of you.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't tend to masturbate unless he's really desperate. Something about it just makes him uncomfortable, but he also has urges sometimes when you aren't available.

K - Kinks (again, pretty self-explanatory)

When you first started sleeping together, Levi had more of the control because he thought that was the way it was 'supposed' to be. However once you brought up the idea of him being submissive, your dynamic shifted. He was extremely hesitant at the beginning because he wasn't used to being in such a powerless position, though as soon as you managed to get him into a submissive headspace it became a regular occurrence.

Levi is a sub at heart who needs a soft dom more than anything. Some of the kinks you've explored that he likes are bondage, light impact play, praise, orgasm denial and marking (as long as the marks are hidden during the day.)

He also definitely has a bit of a humiliation kink but he's still working up the courage to tell you.

L - Location (favourite place to do the deed)

His favourite place is a tie between the shower and his desk. Sometimes when he's had a long day and doesn't want a full scene, he likes to have sex in the shower (also it makes clean-up easier). Although if he feels like subbing, as long as the door is locked, one of his favourite things is for you to cockwarm him while he's trying to work.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

Showing skin is a sure-fire way to get him riled up. I personally headcanon Levi as demisexual, so he doesn't care when other people show skin, but if it's you? All you have to do is leave a couple buttons undone, expose your chest a little, and he is done for. Also, slipping casual praise into conversations will sometimes start pushing him into a submissive headspace, especially if you've done a lot of scenes with him recently because he starts responding to that tone of voice.

N - No (something they'd never do)

He doesn't like intense pain play - he's had enough pain the rest of his life so he needs you to be gentle with him. He also wouldn't want a harsh or strict dom, preferring to have you take care of him instead.

O - Oral (preference in giving, receiving etc.)

He enjoys both equally. Before you'd had sex you wanted to ease him into the experience carefully, so you gave him his first blowjob and he almost sobbed from the stimulation. Buuuuuuut alongside that he would also happily spend hours between yours legs - the praise you give him as he pleasures you and the feeling of you clenching around his tongue is almost enough to make him finish without any physical touch.

P - Pace (are they fast, slow, quick, rough?)

If it's just against the wall in the shower then it tends to be a bit faster, and on the odd occasion Levi feels more dominant he can get rougher, but he is usually perfectly content to let you decide the pace entirely.

Q - Quickie (opinion on quickies)

They're good sometimes, especially when you're both very busy with other duties. They're good to relieve basic urges, but Levi would never choose them over a full scene.

R - Risk (how open are they to risk?)

Levi is open to a bit of experimentation, but never anything exhibitionist. He can't risk the possibility of someone catching him in a compromising position, considering his importance in the military, so he insists that you keep all bedroom activities private.

S - Stamina (how long can they go for?)

As expected, at the start Levi had pretty low stamina since it was all so new and overwhelming. It gotten a little better since then but he also has a fairly quick recovery time to make up for it.

T - Toys (opinion on using toys etc.)

He doesn't particularly enjoy using toys on you, but adores when you use toys on him.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He'll only tease you a little when he's in a dominant mood and you've been doing something to piss him off, but the rest of the time it's not something he does at all. (He kind of likes when you tease him though.)

V - Volume (are they loud or quiet?)

Levi is cautious to control his volume so that other people don't hear, but his whimpers of pleasure can get quite loud sometimes.

W - Wild card (random headcanon)

During a scene once, while he was deep into subspace, he accidently called you mommy. When he realized what he said he was mortified, and almost started dropping. You had to quickly assure him that it was perfectly alright, that you weren't upset with him, and that you don't mind it if he wants to keep calling you that. He only uses that name for you when he's really, really submissive, and it's adorable hearing the tiny whimpers of "P-please mommy..."

X - X-ray (what's going on... down there?)

So many people seem to think that this man has a monster cock. He is 5'3 there is no way. He's a little smaller than average, in length and girth, but that just means you can hear him whine when you take his whole length into your mouth.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is low most of the time. He has so many other things he has to focus on everyday, so sex doesn't cross his mind that much. Sex is more of a stress relief that he doesn't think too much about until it happens.

Z - Zzzzz... (how quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Being an insomniac, Levi takes a while to settle down to sleep, although it's always a little easier when he's comfortably next to you. (definitely the little spoon)

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot x reader #sub levi #aot

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hellzeldagirlsfanfic · 2 years

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A Violet Devil's Valentine

A woman stood nervously against the building that she was using to shield herself from the winter wind, as she waited for her friend.

It was something she had done a thousand times throughout their friendship so why was she so nervous?

'It's got nothing to do with today being February the fourteen,' She denied to herself.

No, it had nothing to do with that highly commercialized romantic holiday, definitely not.

It was also coincidental that the only clothes she had left were this cute, smart causal blouse and jeans.

'I hope V doesn't pick up on me acting like a teenage girl who's watched too many romance movies, shows and books,'

"(Y/N)," Said man called to her.

"M-Morning V!" She stuttered.

"Sorry was I interrupting something? You quite lost in thought," He teased with that signature smirk across those beautiful lips.

"Oh stop teasing me V! It doesn't suit you," (Y/N) tried to brush off his remark.

As she waited for her friend's reply she took in his appearance. V had always dressed smart but today it looked like he put a little bit more effort in. He had swapped out his black lace coat for a black dress shirt and waistcoat. He had also changed his sandals for a pair of loafers.

"But that blush on your cheeks suits you, very much," V replied.

That blush reappeared across (Y/N)'s cheeks with a vengeance.

"I'm going to kill you!" (Y/N) shouted at him.

The smirk on V's face only grew as the blush on his friend's cheeks spread to her whole face.

"Maybe you should wait until after I pay for lunch," V smiled.

(Y/N)'s face cooled down a bit after hearing V's words. Normally they would pay for their meals and drinks when they go together.

"Don't worry," He reassured. "My treat for today,"

(Y/N) just nodded, a little bit confuse why her friend was insisted on buying today.

V then guided her to a little book cafe in a quiet street. The cafe was warm and cosy with books ling two of four walls of the cafe.

(Y/N) laughed as V forever the gentleman pushed her chair in for her.

"This reminds me of school," She smiled. "We spent some many hours in Mrs Jones' cafe," She reminisced.

"Yes, she allowed us to stay there until closing time," V reminisced as well.

"Unless the weather was nice outside then she would kick us out, telling us 'we should enjoy the nice weather," (Y/N) laughed at the memory.

The two of them sat and talked for hours, enjoying the food and drinks until it was dark.

"God, I didn't realise how late it had gotten," (Y/N) said.

"Do you want to take a walk before heading home?" V softly asked.

(Y/N) stared at her black-haired companion as he tried to hide his face from her. Curious about the V sudden shyness, (Y/N) agreed to the walk.

They walked a couple of blocks until they came to the park. V lead (Y/N) to a bench in the park.

"Wait here," V asked before disappearing somewhere.

(Y/N) stood there, baffled by her friend's behaviour so she waited on the park branch for V's return.

As she waited (Y/N) stared up at the stars or what of them she could see in light-polluted skies.

"(Y/N)," V called to him.

She turned to face him but when she did was greeted by a bouquet of purple roses.

(Y/N) looked confusedly at the bouquet.

"I know it's more traditional to give red roses to you Valentine," V said.

"What...?"

A sly smirk reappeared across V's lips.

"I thought it was obvious that the reason why I invited you out today," He smirked. "But that would only work if you ever notice that I was in love with you," He added.

'Did he just confess!?' (Y/N) screamed in her mind.

The smirk on V's face turned into a small, loving smile. He stepped forward pressing the roses into her hand.

"I know you can be dense sometimes but not noticing that someone been in love with you since sixteen, is something words can't describe," He whispered as he cupped her cheeks.

V pressed lips against (Y/N)'s.

"I'm not dense," (Y/N) angrily mumbled.

V laughed at her childish reaction.

"Yes, you are," He told her. "But that's one of the reasons I love you," He whispered, lending in again for another kiss.

This time (Y/N) returned the kiss, happily. Wrapping her arms around her friend's neck.

"Maybe we should take this my place?" V softly asked when they parted.

"My place would be better," (Y/N) said. "I don't want my roses dying," She justified bringing said flower in front of her face.

V smiled at her in agreement.

The two of them held hands as they walked back to (Y/N)'s apartment where they spent the rest of their Valentine's together.

#devil may cry #dmc #v x reader #devil may cry x reader

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Slutty Christmas Elf

~with softness~

@electricrituals hit me with this delightful prompt : “Hey babe! <3 I have a Christmas prompt idea if you're interested... I'm thinking Geralt is a Mall Santa (unwillingly, probably because he lost a bet, most likely to Lambert) and Jaskier is one of Santa's Elves. Sparks fly and things get NSFW in a... broom closet? Bathroom? Anywhere they absolutely should NOT be ;)” and you bet your ass I sat in the corner of the living room after Thanksgiving dinner listening to Mariah Carey and Kelly Clarkson sing Christmas songs while writing some hoey Christmas smut on my phone.

Warnings: well its smutty so 18+ plz, anal fingering, anal sex, gentle dom vibes (no i currently cant write Jask any other way), trying (and failing) to keep quiet, v inappropriate use of a mall storage closet lmao, not a whole lot of up front communication but what is consent if not showing up to a closet for a booty call? A shitload of swearing - as usual

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"You promised, Geralt. Sit your ass down and get the fat pads on your thigh. They'll get sore if you don't." Lambert dangled the red Santa hat in front of Geralt's face with a devious grin.

Geralt snatched it out of his hands, "Technically, I didn't even lose the bet…"

Lambert had been walking away but he turned around when he caught the mutter, "Oh, I'm sorry? How many wings did you eat?"

Geralt rolled his eyes and shoved the hat over his hair.

"How many? Couldn't hear you!"

"Twelve…" Geralt sighed.

Lambert grinned, "That's RIGHT. Don't bet your Saturday on hot wings with me," he damn near skipped back behind the camera.

Geralt sat for light tests and someone slapping him with a makeup sponge full of blush before he was finally allowed to go get his coffee.

In the green room all the elves were lounging around, most on their phones, but one was hopping on one foot trying to get those stupid little booties on.

He only barely had time to set his coffee down before he had an arm full of swearing elf.

"Fuck! Shit, I'm sorry. The cunts just don't fucking fit." The elf stood himself up, using Geralt's shoulder to keep upright as he finally yanked the bootie on.

Geralt chuckled, "You know this is a kids event right?"

The elf straightened up, hand formerly gripping Geralt's shoulder now sliding down his biceps as his bright blue eyes sparkled, "Then why'd they hire such a handsome Santa?"

Geralt blushed, sure the makeup wasn't going to hide his embarrassment, "Lost a bet," he stammered.

"Good thing we both have more wholesome friends," the elf winked, nodding over to a blonde girl with a guitar on her lap, "I'm Jaskier."

"Geralt!" Lambert hollered from the hall and Geralt deflated, his eyes nearly rolling out onto the ground.

"That's me," he squeezed Jaskier’s elbow before walking away, "You gonna stay standing without me?"

Jaskier grinned, "I'm already swooning."

Geralt did his best to keep himself from giggling as he jogged back over to Lambert.

Jaskier, it turned out, was actually very good with kids, especially the ones who were scared but Geralt absolutely didn't pay close attention to him at all. He most certainly didn't look at his ass when he bent down to tie a kids shoe, and he would never glance over at him whenever he heard a particularly musical peak of laughter. Nope. Not Geralt.

Jaskier caught him looking more than he'd like to admit, winking every time. It sent a little swarm of butterflies through his insides and he'd only just met the man. Honestly who the fuck did Geralt think he was?

When lunch break was called Jaskier made an excuse to sashay up to him and lightly hip-check him, "Hey there big guy. Enjoy your show?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Geralt nearly lost his breath, "So that was intentional?"

Jaskier rested his elbow on Geralt's shoulder and lowered his voice as Geralt instinctively placed a hand at his back, "We've got an hour and forty minutes before lunch is over…"

Geralt's eyes bulged but he felt a heat shoot through his body at the suggestion, "How do you want to spend the break?"

Jaskier licked his lips and stood on his tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Supply closet past the bathrooms. 5 minutes."

Jaskier snagged his wallet before he jogged out of the greenroom and down the hall. Geralt was frozen in place.

Was he really gonna do this? He didn't even know Jaskier’s last name. He might not even have a condom on him. Unless there was one in his gym bag? Yep. He was definitely gonna do this... maybe.

Lambert appeared out of nowhere while he was rifling through his bag, "Hey! Wanna get lunch at the taco place? My treat."

Fuck.

"Uh… rain check? I have uh… have to let Roach out." Geralt snagged his keys and wallet, praying Lambert didn't hear the little crinkle of foil he's hastily tucked into a card slot.

Lambert quirked an eyebrow at him but shrugged it off, "Long as you're back on time."

Geralt was speed walking down the hall, internally debating just how good of an idea this was. He might just walk past to his truck and actually go let his dog out. Nope. He glanced up and down the hall before cracking the door open.

It was dark. Fuck.

Before his self esteem could take a nosedive the door next to it opened and Jaskier leaned out, "That wasn't five minutes. Get in here. If Lambert finds us that's on you."

Geralt cupped Jaskier's face and pressed their lips together, kissing him back into the dimly lit room and closing the door behind him, "He's caught me doing worse."

"Mmm! Top or bottom?" Jaskier squeaked between kisses as he unzipped Geralt from the ridiculous Santa suit.

He pulled back to step out of the onesie, left in his briefs and undershirt, "What?"

Jaskier was already peeling off his green leggings, "You wanna fuck? Or be fucked?"

Geralt's cock twitched to life as he sheepishly admitted, "Be fucked."

Jaskier groaned and bit his lip as he dug a condom out of his wallet, "Merry Christmas to me."

Geralt chuckled, tossing his condom to Jaskier, "You're getting my hopes up."

"Oh, darling," a dangerous look flashed in Jaskier's eyes, "pants off, face the door."

Geralt shivered at his tone and did as he was told, pressing his hands to the cold metal and glancing back over his shoulder. Jaskier tore open one of the packs and rolled the condom over his fingers before coming to stand behind Geralt.

"Are you going to be good and stay quiet for me?"

Oh fuck. Geralt's breath hitched at his words and his cock ached to be touched. He bit his lip and nodded vigorously.

Jaskier ran his other hand over his shoulders and back, guiding his feet back a bit so his ass was better presented, "You like that? Being told what to do? Giving up control?"

Geralt pressed his forehead on the door, his breath coming in gasps already, "Yes, just don't call me 'honey'."

Jaskier pressed a kiss to his shoulder, "Wouldn't dream of it. Ready?"

Geralt nodded and Jaskier dragged his two fingers over Geralt's hole, making use of the lube on the condom as best he could. Geralt shivered, and pushed out a breath to keep from moaning as Jaskier massaged his rim.

"That's it, just relax. Let me make you feel good." Jaskier whispered in his ear, stroking his side and kissing the back of his neck, "Do you want to touch yourself?"

Geralt hadn't even realized he was waiting for permission but fuck did he want to, "Please?"

Jaskier stepped to the side a bit, still massaging Geralt while he tipped his chin toward him and kissed him, "Do what you want, love."

Geralt gripped his cock and pumped ever so slowly, stifling another moan. Jaskier mouthed at his jaw and behind his ear as he slowly pushed one finger in, just to the first knuckle. Geralt's rhythm faltered and he gasped, "More."

Jaskier's breath was shaky as he began pumping and curling his finger, looking for that lovely little spot.

"Two," Geralt gasped, "you won't reach it without two fing-ehmm!"

Jaskier did exactly as he was told and a wave of pleasure rolled through Geralt's body, "Like…. This?" Jaskier curled his fingers again and held the pressure on Geralt's prostate for a few seconds while Geralt trembled.

He whined as he nodded, canting his hips back.

Jaskier stilled his ministrations and gathered Geralt to his chest to whisper in his ear, "I thought you said you'd be quiet for me?"

"I can," Geralt whispered, "I promise."

Jaskier hummed and pressed his palm over the center of Geralt's chest, "I'm going to add another finger. But you have to keep quiet."

Geralt's hand pressed over Jaskier's, "I will. I will." He panted.

Jaskier did as he'd said and Geralt bit down on his lip, finally feeling almost full. Jaskier began pumping again, pressing his own erection against Geralt's hip, "Good boy."

Geralt rocked back against Jaskier's bulge, fucking himself on his fingers, "I'm ready."

"You sure?"

"One hundred percent."

Jaskier pressed against his prostate one more time before slipping his hand out, making Geralt shudder and bite his knuckle to suppress a groan. Jaskier had the second condom out and ready almost immediately, lining himself up at Geralt's entrance as he ran his hands over his back in long soothing strokes.

"You tell me when," Jaskier cooed, "pause for pause, stop for get out, work?"

Geralt nodded and repeated the code before leaning against the door on one elbow with his palm flat against the metal, "Go ahead."

Jaskier moaned as he slowly and steadily pushed in. Geralt twisted his hand over the head of his cock and almost forgot how to exhale he was so full. Jaskier slowly began rocking back and forth, maybe a centimeter or two at a time. As he started to thrust in earnest the bells on his costume started to jingle in time.

Geralt tried to ignore it, but it was just so ridiculous and he was going to start laugh soon, "Jask, p-pause," he chuckled.

Jaskier froze, a hand coming to Geralt's neck and jaw, asking him wordlessly to look at him, "what is it?"

"The bells. Its- fuck it's too funny."

Jaskier laughed as he peeled his shirt off and tossed it in a heap with his leggings, "Thank gods, they’re annoying."

Geralt huffed in amusement as he rocked his hips a bit but his breaths quickly turned to pants as Jaskier picked up his pace again. For as quiet as he'd told Geralt to be, Jaskier was moaning wantonly whenever Geralt clenched or hummed as he brushed his prostate.

Geralt had given up stroking his cock in favor of squeezing at the base for a while when Jaskier finally said he was close, staving off his orgasm as long as he could. The sweet slick fullness mixed with the near panic of constantly being on the edge was intoxicating and Geralt wanted to hang onto every second.

Jaskier held his hips and squeezed like he'd really wanted to dig in and Geralt wished he would, "Are you-?"

"Yes," Geralt really wasn't sure how he formed words, his whole body was pulsing and shaking.

"F-fuck! Oh, Geralt. Sonofa-hmmm." Jaskier came with rough thrusts, keeping one hand wrapped around the base of the condom as he rode out his orgasm.

Geralt gave himself three good pumps and that was all it took to send him over the edge. He barely kept his legs under him as he shook and groaned while Jaskier pulled out to dispose of the condom. He pressed his cheek against the door and sighed at the relief on his slightly sweaty skin, only mildly aware of Jaskier getting dressed behind him.

"Geralt, how do you feel?" Jaskier brushed some stray hairs out of his face.

"Hmmm."

"Good hmmm?"

Geralt nodded and pushed off the door, running a hand through his hair to pull himself together.

Jaskier didn't seem to be in a rush though, helping him get dressed and clean up in his rather hazy afterglow. He lead Geralt over to one of the benches and sat down, pulling Geralt into his lap, straddling his hips. His arms wrapped around Geralt's waist and pulled him close, one hand snaking into his hair and lightly scratching little circles on his scalp. Geralt hummed in exhausted pleasure and laid his head on Jaskier's shoulders, wrapping his arms around his ribs.

"For as scary as you look, you're a big softie," Jaskier laughed, giving him a little squeeze.

Geralt heaved a sigh as if raising his head from Jaskier's shoulder was a monumental effort, "I thought you said 'handsome'?" He teased, looking to Jaskier's lips as if to ask permission.

Jaskier pressed a soft kiss to his lips, overwhelmingly gentle for a quickie in a supply closet, "Scary good-looking," he mumbled between kisses.

Geralt let out an amused huff and before he could stop himself, asked, "Wanna go get lunch?"

Jaskier pulled back to look at him in bewilderment.

Geralt scrambled to take it back, failing miserably, "Unless- I mean. We fucked in a mall closet I'm not saying- i- fuck, I ruined it."

Jaskier placed a finger over his lips and smiled, "I'd love to."

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kanmom51 · 3 years

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JM JK timeline - my observations how they grew over the years

JM JK timeline.- my observations how they grew over the years

Disclaimer: these are my own opinions and conclusions. Feel free to disagree, but hate or aggression will be unacceptable.

This is coming out so much longer than I anticipated, so please accept my apology in advance, I will have to post this in several parts (not sure yet how many).

Part 1

I have been wanting to tackle this for a while now.

I have read many post on this matter. Many believe their relationship started during the 2017 trip to Tokyo - that they ‘decided to become boyfriends’ during that trip. I may be the unpopular vote here, but I tend to disagree on the matter.

While the 2017 trip did cement the relationship and strengthen it (I mean they finally got to have a few days of total privacy, being themselves alone with each other, with no outside interference), in my opinion, it most definitely was not the start of the romantic relationship between them. It was not a catalyst that brought them to the decision to have a full blown relationship.

I find it hard to make analogies to dating stages when it comes to JK and JM, because I believe we actually can’t in this case. It’s so different. These are two young men that spent their formative years together. For JK Jimin was there throughout his defining teenage years, both of them becoming young adults living under the same roof, being together almost 24/7, going through all the hardships in the early years together. Sharing all the highs and lows together. You can’t compare that to someone that meets and starts dating, gets to know each other and so forth. There is no comparison what so ever.

Another misconception, in my opinion, is that JK didn’t like JM at the start, some even going so far as to say he hated him. I don’t want to come out rude, but bollox. JK was very young when he joined BTS, just at the start of his defining puberty years. He was the youngest in the group and he struggled with finding his place, struggled with defining who he was, what he actually wanted to do, what he wanted for himself. He found an older brother in Jin. He found someone to look up to in RM. He found someone to fool around with in Tae. He looked up to Hobi and Suga, and they also tried to help him and guide him through his struggles. Fans saw these connections. The fans also saw Jimin being super friendly, maybe over friendly, with JK, constantly saying how cute he is and how much he likes JK. They saw what they perceived as a tug of war with Jimin, when Jimin is pushing onto JK and JK looks like he is pushing him back, like he wasn’t interested what so ever. But this was mainly due to tendentiously edited clips.

Before writing these lines I made sure to go over chronological footage. Starting with pre debut. Seeing all this raw, unedited footage, and reading members interviews they gave just reinforced my disagreement with the ‘JK hated Jimin’ concept. It can’t be further than the truth.

Jimin to JK was sort of a fresh breath of air from home. Both of them from the same hometown. JK having an older brother and JM missing his younger brother. They both loved dancing. They both worked their butts off. It was an instant connection. From the get go Jimin was a rock for JK, someone JK could talk to, rely on, practice with, someone that had a great influence on JK.

JK was a shy introvert teenager, he didn’t know how to show vulnerability, he didn’t know how to show affection, and also I think Jimin’s level of openness and true affection towards him may have overwhelmed him. In a later interview JK tells how he used to feel he had to wear a mask, not being able to be himself. Not knowing how to behave in social environments, what was expected of him as ‘a man’ (when writing this the ‘men shouldn’t check their selfies’ conversation with Jimin comes to mind) . So, he may have pushed back on occasions. Jimin’s affection and openness overwhelmed him. But Jimin was the one to comfort him when he missed his parents, and cried at night. Jimin was the one he spoke to when he was questioning his career decisions .

It was hard for him to say or show Jimin that he liked him, that he needed his attention and friendship, but he did. The most telling was when JM on Rookie King Ep. 4 (starting 23.07min) got up and sounded his frustration with the way JK was treating him. I think he was actually caught off guard when JK, being honest, replied to Jimin tirade that he behaves the way he does because he likes him too much. That was certainly an eye opener.

The episode was aired in May 2014!!! I keep saying over and over again: Listen to what they are saying!!!

Establishing the fact that JK and JM were close from the get go, I will move on to another conclusion I made that is a base for my timeline, another reason why I feel some of the timelines out there are incorrect.

JK and JM’s love story is not one of “love at first sight�� or physical attraction that leads to dating, getting to know one another and finally love. It is my belief that JM and JK loved each other before they started exploring their physical attraction. The closest analogy I can make is a romantic relationship that buds out of a great friendship. When someone is your best friend, when you love them for who they are, when you know them in and out for all they are, including their faults, before you realise that you are physically attracted to them, that’s when love is so strong that there is almost nothing that can break it. I believe that is the nature of JK and JM’s love, and that is why my timeline doesn’t fit other timelines out there. There wasn’t a flirting period, a dating period, a relationship period etc. Their relationship doesn’t fit those moulds. Yes there was flirting. Yes there was hesitance moving forward once they realised they actually liked each other on a different level. But it wasn’t within those ‘relationship moulds’ that are referred to in different posts.

Also, we need to remember that they weren’t going through all of this in a vacuum. Both boys were in a boy band of 7 members. All seven members very close to each other and love each other in their own ways. Anything JM and JK did, any step they made towards each other could have a rippling effect on their friends, on their band, on their careers. Add to that the fact that it was a ‘forbidden’ relationship, that not only is it a gay relationship frowned upon in SK society (frowned upon is putting it very lightly. Being in a gay relationship could be so risky for them both. Risky not only to their careers but also for their physical safety), but also, as idols, romantic relationships were a big no no. And what about their families? How would they take it? Will they accept them? They were young men that had to deal with all these issues, all while finding their way to each other.

So, where do I stand when it comes to defining this love story’s timeline?

It’s hard to tell.

That was a truly shitty answer, I know. LOL

We will never really know the accurate timeline, not unless JM and JK decide to share it with us one day.

But I’m not going to chicken out, not now.

I am going to tell you what I believe is more or less the timeline of progression in the relationship.

Saying that, I’m not going to get into too many details because that’s just wrong. It feels too voyeur to me.

And here we go:

From re-watching old content, I see a shift in JK towards the end of 2014 (maybe even mid 2014 during American Hustle Life). He becomes ‘nicer’, in a way, towards Jimin, doesn’t stop teasing him though (sometimes as a guise to seek Jimin’s attention though, rather than laugh at him). He also becomes clingier. Almost every shot taken he is by JM’s side, behind him or in his close vicinity. He is seeking out JM’s attention.

20 Nov 2014 there is another ‘Looks ranking’ (during the Pops in Seoul War of hormone interview (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4JO1GxTKXI starting from 2.39min). I find this one interesting. Once again, JK ranks Jimin last, while ranking himself 6th. Jimin is evidently hurt by the ranking. You can see it on his face. It felt like he was truly disappointed and hurt by what JK did. I tried to find remorse on JK’s part, but couldn’t. He finds it funny, or so it seems. Did he rank JM last because he was the easiest to appease later? Did he do it to hide his growing attraction? We will never know. I don’t think that he wants to hurt Jimin, I don’t even think he is aware just how badly he did hurt him. What is evident to me, in any case, is that at this point he still lacks the empathy and sensitivity towards Jimin and his feelings. This is something that will develop later on in JK’s behaviour towards him.

This leads into the beginning of 2015. Remember JM’s Bangtan bomb from January 2015, seeking out JK for an interview (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2JphzsaTIE )? How Jimin is adamant he is seeking out JK, who is avoiding him, and Tae’s teasing repetitively: “avoids?”. Tae repeats this laughingly 4 times. After a couple of times Jimin says it’s a joke, but after the fourth he actually turns sharply towards Tae, as if to wack him, saying again it’s a joke, making Tae giggle and say “sorry, sorry”. From their interaction it’s totally clear that JK far from avoids Jimin. The teasing way Tae repeats it 4 times shows us quite the contrary. Not only doesn’t JK avoid JM, he seeks him out. And what we can see from the clips around that time just strengthen that conclusion. JK is constantly around Jimin. He is the one that is seeking out JM’s closeness.

Something else I noticed from this clip is how JK doesn’t flinch at the end when Jimin asks for a kiss and goes in for the kill. I think Jimin was expecting JK to push back immediately, but that doesn’t happen. After a couple of seconds JK does flinch, but not at the beginning. It could be because he was surprised by JM’s move, but JM did say he wanted a kiss, and it wasn’t the first time he pulled a stunt like that. JK also laughs at the end, after pushing back, unlike previous reactions, when he just seemed annoyed. JK’s reaction just seemed different to me. This is only a nuance, and I might be wrong.

Next jump is towards mid 2015. During this period between the start and mid of 2015 JK’s attraction to JM really shows. He just can’t keep his eyes or hands off him. He is most obviously attracted to him. Has he come to terms with it? I think he is still in turmoil at this point. Not clear with himself what this is he is feeling, is it ok to feel this, and are his feelings going to be reciprocated. Thinking about the situation he is in, how isolated he probably thought he was, is heartbreaking. It’s not that he had any one he could confide in within the group (not about that). He had to work it all out by himself. The person that he usually confided in, the one that he allowed to see him in his weaknesses was the person he had these feelings for.

Some examples: BTS Bomb after KBS music bank 1st place 9 May 2015 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UV3vIYdTNIU from 4.36min) – moody JK when he’s eyeing Jimin interacting with Hobi and Jin, also the way JK averts his eyes when Jimin looks his way. He’s not happy. Mood changes when Jimin pays him attention pulling him by his shirt.

BTS Yeoeuido Fansign 4th July - 2015. https://twitter.com/i/status/775127718409150464 Very well known clip. JK outright getting pissed off when RM puts his arm around Jimin and pulls him closer. Jimin calls out to JK several times, and JK ignores him, until Jimin asks the fans if they want to see JK send them a heart. JK, with straight face, not a hint of a smile on his face, does the heart. RM’s reaction also quite peculiar, removing his hand from Jimin after seeing JK’s reaction. I recommend to watch the whole clip. JK’s facial expression changes immediately after turning and watching Hobi, but then becomes solemn again when turning back looking at RM and JM, staring at JM as he gets up.

I bring up this example again, because I feel like this is a transition stage, when JK is finding it hard to come to terms with what he is feeling, but it is effecting his surroundings, that are becoming aware there might be something going on with him. I don’t think that at this point JM is fully understands what is going on with JK, why he is acting all hot and cold. I mean, like the other members, he might suspect that something is going on, but feelings have not been made clear yet.

Somewhere between then and 29 Aug 2015 I think something changes. I know the theory is that JK was shocked by Jimin fainting during their Osaka fan meeting on the 20th August 2015 and decided to make his move, referencing to the 20th Aug fanmeeting, JK stopping by Jimin’s side singing the lyrics of the song to him. Jimin does seem pleased by it, but still I can’t say if that is actually the case.

Saying that, I do see a shift during the HK concert on 29th Aug 2015 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPta9bGWmG8 . During the performance of ‘Pretty woman’ (from 0.34min) there is a pretty intense, even sultry, staring moment that just feels is different. The way they are looking at each other is just telling. Following we can see Jimin checking out JK a couple of times, so much so that Tae notices it at some point. That is the moment that I saw that something has changed.

To be continued...

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congrats!!! 🥳 i propose a nsfw kirby dach headcannon 👀

oh my gosh yes of course 👀

Kirby Dach - NSFW Alphabet

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

I can see this man literally being the BEST at aftercare alright

He will 100% run you a bath or if you’re too tired to do that, will get a warm cloth and wipe you down with that

He will literally get you anything you need, whether it’s water because you’re thirsty or his shirt because you’re cold

And he’ll leave soft kisses on the places that he bruised from gripping too hard

Basically he won’t even let you leave the bed unless he’s bringing you to the bath

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

Now listen

Kirby is an ass man. Period.

So he loves your ass

Because it’s so easy to grab, kiss, play with and smack

Also loves your thighs

Especially when they’re wrapped around his head, and he loves leaving hickeys on them

I think his favourite body part on himself would be his hands

Just because they’re so big and he likes seeing them holding onto you yanno

Especially likes seeing them around your neck

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

He LOVES to cum inside you

And he especially loves seeing it come out of you when he pulls out

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

Listen

He would not mind if you got pregnant okay

He doesn’t care if you guys are young, he just wants to put a baby in you

Especially since he has everything to support you and a baby

In fact sometimes I swear he hopes you get pregnant

Just because he’d think you’d look SO hot carrying his kid too

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

Kirby is young so he hasn’t been with too many people

But oh my god does he ever know what he’s doing

Especially with his tongue

And he just knows how to hit all the right spots all the time

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

It’s doggy

Or just taking you from behind in any way

Because he can have such a great view of your ass and can also grab it

Also because he loves to pull your hair and see your back arch and he KNOWS it hits all the right spots

Will also pull you up by the hair and hold you up against his chest with his hand around your throat

And he’ll just fuck you niceeeee and slow, but deep

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

It honestly depends on the situation

For example if he just had a bad loss he’ll be serious

Like straight to business, his head is buried between your thighs and he’s going to town, no room for jokes

He just needs to get his frustration out, but he also wants it to be slow and drawn out

But if he’s in a really good mood, it’ll be goofy

Literally, so much giggling, will even tickle you a little, nice sex

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

Homeboy keeps everything clean down there

He trims the hair regularly to make sure it doesn’t get too long

Also the same shade as his hair

Maybe a tiny bit darker

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

His way of showing intimacy is being close to you at all times

So he’s extremely intimate

Also will also kiss every inch of your body

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

The only time he masturbates is when he’s on a really long road trip

Or even if he’s just away from you and he wants to he’ll just call you up late at night and then you guys do it together

Phone sex is very crucial to him okay

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

O V E R S T I M U L A T I O N

Kirby absolutely loves to overstimulate you

He will just bury his head between your thighs and use his tongue and fingers to get you off for hours

In fact he actually did that a couple of times

L = Location (Favourite place to do it)

Since Kirby lives with other people and their KIDS

He just prefers to do it in the bedroom

Plus he doesn’t wanna get teased for anything so

But if no ones home and he knows nobody is gonna be home for awhile

He will have no problem bending you over the counter and just fucking you hard

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

If he sees you wearing his jersey

Or just anything with his name

Then that’s it, just get prepared for Kirby to be turned on

Especially after his games when you guys are leaving to go home

At least every night ends in car sex

Because he just HAS to have you as soon as he sees you

And it’s maybe happened once or twice in the locker room after everyone left

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

We all know Kirby gives off dom vibes but one thing he would never do is degrade you

He honestly just loves you too much to do that to you

And he just can’t see himself ever doing it

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

Alright this one I have to say is just a complete 50/50

Because as much as he loves to just go to town on you

He also loves seeing you down on your knees for him

Especially while he puts his hand in your hair and guides you up and down

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

Again, this honestly depends on how he’s feeling

If he’s feeling a little sad or upset, he’ll be slow and sensual and be a lot more intimate

But if he’s in a good mood, he goes fast and hard

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

Quickies have basically become a regular part of your routine I swear

Because everything you do turns this guy on

If you guys are getting ready for an event? You bet your ass you’re thrown on the bed for a quick one

He sees you wearing something real nice at a party? He has you bent over the bathroom counter

Anyways yeah he's a horny one so quickies are often

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

This guy would be SO down to blindfold you and tie your hands to the bed

As for risks

Kind of? But not really

He doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing you because you’re his and he won’t like someone else seeing that so

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

Listen

He is a 6′3, young, professional athlete

He can go on all night if he wants to

Can also last real long too

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

Kirby doesn’t like the idea of anything else getting you off

He just wants it to be him

BUT

I mean if you just happened to have a vibrator

He would totally use it on you

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

He can either be the most generous lover

Or the most cocky little shit and tease you endlessly

Most of the time he likes to be cocky

But he likes seeing you squirm and beg for him

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

I feel like he isn’t that loud when it comes to moaning and everything

Unless you’re blowing him then his head is thrown back and he’s just moaning and groaning SO loudly

But most of the time during sex he’s just praising you

“you’re such a good girl”

“you look so good like this baby”

“takin me so well”

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

This guy LOVES having you sit on his face

He has such a perfect view on you when you do

And he loves watching your face as he eats you out

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

Kirby is 6′3, big hands, big feet

Safe to say he’s PACKING

Probably around 6.5 to honestly 7 inches

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

As mentioned before

Very high

He can’t go like 2 days without sex I swear

Y’all have a VERY healthy sex life

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

It takes him at leas 10 to 15 minutes

He needs to wind down

And he just wants to hold you in his arms for a bit before he does

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