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seungmoonandstars · 4 months

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Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: ~7.2k

rating: fluff (kinda?) to smut to fluff ಇ (sub/switch!seungmin/softdom!reader)

comments: this is my first time trying out non idol Seungmin. @xirxe requested au fluff! I started a coworker au, and then got more info from them after I started writing furiously. I'm still working on another one more specific to their request, but I decided to finish this one as well. "Finish" …because I don't know when to stop ever. It got very long and turned much more sex-heavy than originally intended. Anyway, I miss writing long pieces and now I might write a part 5 for Blind Date (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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The first time you see him, he’s in one of the appliance aisles. Actually, it’s the first time you hear him, because what gets your attention is him laughing hysterically with another coworker, goofing off, sitting in one of the display office chairs. And he’s just about to be launched down the aisle when you turn the corner.

“Oh shit…caught,” you hear one of them say, and you’re pretty sure it was Changbin. But they both stop dead and look at you like you already handed out their punishments.

The reality is, you don’t care what they’re doing, because the store is nearly empty of customers. The snowstorm outside is making sure of that. But you’re new, and you’re above them—that’s all it takes to make things awkward. They’re probably expecting you to start bossing them around immediately.

Nope. You walk by them and smirk, “don’t break anything please…”

They giggle and pick up where they left off as soon as you turn the corner and disappear. You remember who the dark haired one is, but for some reason, the name of the blond in the chair is escaping you.

The second time you see him, he’s fighting with the coffee machine in the breakroom.

As soon as he hears you walk in, he stops beating his open palm against the side, looks back, smiles, then tries the button again. “Do you want a cup?” He asks.

“Doesn’t seem like it wants to give us any.”

“Surrounded by brand new Nespresso machines…stuck with this.” He opens the top, closes it, then pushes the button again. This time it works, and a moment later, his coffee is pouring into his cup.

“Maybe I can ask about getting a new one for us.” You watch him watching his coffee.

He swirls it and brings it to his nose before taking a sip. “I’ve tried. Hopefully you have better luck.”

To your surprise, he sits directly across from you at the table. You look at him, try desperately to remember his name. You forgot to check the schedule when you saw him earlier in the day, but you don’t want to ask. And of course he isn’t wearing his name tag.

“Where’s your name tag?” You ask, trying not to sound too much like a manager.

“Uh…” he slaps his chest where it should be, looks down at it, thinks. “I must’ve lost it.” The smirk on his face is…cute.

“I’ll get you a new one.”

“You’re very helpful.” He shakes his bangs away from his eyes—blond, a little too long. You can see his big dark eyes a little better, just for a second until his gaze drops back down to his coffee.

“I try.”

He’s quiet for the remainder of your break, but when you rise to leave, he does as well. You head toward the office, and he follows. Just before you get there, he makes a left turn.

Now you can finally look at the schedule and figure out his name.

･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

The very next day, you still have no idea who he is. The copy of the schedule was nowhere to be found, and your computer access is still limited. Try as you might, your login just won’t work. All you have to do is ask him, though. It’s not that big of a deal. And honestly, if you weren’t wearing your name tag, he probably wouldn’t know yours either.

A soft knock on the office door makes you jump. You check the time—8am. If only you could find a schedule, you’d know who was supposed to be here right now.

“Good morning!” You’re greeted with a familiar face when you open the door. He steps inside, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Do you have a job for me?”

“Do I…I’m not sure. Is anyone else here?”

“Uhm, well you opened the doors,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “and I just came in because the door wasn’t locked, which was lucky, because it’s cold out and I did not want to stand out there and wait.”

“Okay, so we’re here.”

“Just us, yes.”

“Do you have a login for the computer?”

He nods and smiles, takes a seat, and starts typing. “You don’t?”

“It doesn’t work yet.”

“Oh okay, that sounds about right for this place.” He gets up and turns the seat for you. “I don’t have as much access as your login would, but it’s better than nothing.”

You sit down and spin back to the computer, look around, click a few things. His profile photo stares at you from the corner, and you have to force yourself not to accidentally click on it. He’s watching over your shoulder, leaning in a little, trying to be helpful. You catch the faintest scent of whatever he's wearing. It's not cologne, though. He just smells clean and nice, probably how his bedroom smells.

You find a page of contacts, phone numbers. Good enough for now. “Thanks,” you turn to him and he’s staring down at you with a goofy smile.

“No problem. I’m going to go make some coffee.”

As soon as he leaves, you don’t grab your phone and call another manager, and you don’t even keep the contact page up. You go back and click on his profile.

“Oh! Kim Seung Min, that’s your name.” You stare at his profile photo. His hair is darker in this, and the contrast makes his skin look pale and his eyes look even bigger. His smile is so wide, like he's actually happy to be there. He’s very photogenic; it’s a good photo. A work ID photo really has no business looking this nice.

A few minutes later, he knocks again, and you quickly exit out of the screen as if he can see you through the door.

“Sorry, I just…I saw the new machine," his little nod and blink makes your breath catch in your throat. "I made you some.”

Seungmin hands you a mug of coffee, a little darker than you’re used to, but he obviously watched you put milk in yours yesterday, and tried his best to copy it.

“Thank you, Seungmin.”

“I can remake it, if it’s not good.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

You look at the screen, heart starting to race. Did you only think you exited out of his profile? No, it’s not there. What is he talking about?

“Oh…oh, no not yet. No answer. I’ll call again in a few minutes.”

“I can help you with the opening stuff, if you’d like. I’ve done it a few times with the other managers.”

“The guy I saw yesterday and the one I’m seeing now don’t seem like the same person.”

He stares blankly for a few seconds, puffs out his cheeks, looks around. “Me?” The blush in his cheeks is rising. “Am I being too responsible right now? I can stop.” Seungmin smiles so big you can see all of his teeth.

It’s hard keeping your own smile in check. This one has to know how cute he is, and there’s no way he doesn’t use it to his advantage. “You can stop in an hour.”

“Deal.”

The two of you survive, dancing around each other for a few hours—you, purposely avoiding him several times by swerving to a different aisle. Him, well…he acted responsible all morning, smiled every time you made eye contact. When noon finally comes around, another manager shows up, and the snow finally stops.

Changbin also arrived at noon, and as soon as he and Seungmin looked at each other, all responsibility flew out the window. But you turned a blind eye to whatever goofing off they decided to do. And Seungmin, unfortunately, didn’t look in your direction the rest of the day.

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“Does your login work yet?” Seungmin comes in and digs around in the pockets of his jacket.

You’re slumped over on the table, phone in hand, trying not to fall asleep, but you sit up when you see him come through the door, “It does.”

This is the first time you’ve seen him in three days. He was off, then you were off for two days. Now you’re on break, and he just started his shift 15 minutes ago. You’re not sure why he’s in here, and whatever he’s looking for in his pockets doesn’t seem to be there.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and then finally pulls something out. It’s his name tag. He pins it to his shirt, very crookedly, then takes it off and tries again.

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep well,” you squint at it and try to make out the little sticker by his name, but he’s too far away.

“The trick to falling asleep is to try to stay awake.”

“What?” You look from his name tag to his face. His hair is dark again. “Your hair.”

“My hair? Oh! I got tired of being blond.”

You like it dark. It’s not dark, though, not really. It’s a natural brown color, but he obviously did it himself, because you can still see some blond streaks coming through. It makes his skin look warm. Yes, you like it.

“If you try to keep yourself awake in bed, you fall asleep. I was trying to read on my phone last night, and I really wanted to finish the chapter, but I ended up dozing off and dropping my phone on my face.”

It’s so stupid, and so clever. And cute.

Seungmin smirks at you and turns to walk away, and then he turns back. “Does it look okay?”

You stare at him. Does what look okay? His badge? Everything from where you’re sitting looks very good, now that he mentions it. Long legs in his black jeans, a little loose around his tiny frame. There's a rip over one thigh, and you can see some of his skin peeking through. The belt holding them up had to have an extra hole poked in it, because the end of it is long enough to stick out from the dark blue work shirt.

“My hair, I mean.”

“Yeah, I like it.”

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Seungmin isn’t alone today. His work buddy is here, and you can hear them all the way on the other side of the store. An hour or so later, another one comes in—this one you haven’t met yet, because he’s been gone all week. But as soon as he clocks in and returns to the floor, you hear all three of them laughing and acting up.

You don’t want to have to compete with two friends to get to him, but you will.

A walk by the phone accessory aisle gives you a chance to peek at them. Seungmin is sitting on the floor, legs crossed, arms propping up his long body.

Nobody else in the store seems to bother with making them work, so you don’t either. At least not now, in your first week. It’s hard enough starting a new job without worrying about making enemies—and besides, the minute you laid eyes on his him, making a new friend became your agenda.

---

And of course they all sit in the breakroom together, chatting loudly. As long as one of those two are here, you don’t imagine you’ll have any opportunity to talk to him.

They’re not teenage boys, but you wouldn’t really know it if you could only hear the conversation and not see them. You almost walk in on them, but the noise startles you just as you reach for the door knob. Stopping and listening in is not your smartest decision of the day, but once you stand silently for a few seconds, you can’t move.

The first voice is easily recognizable—it’s Changbin.

“She doesn’t talk much…she hasn’t spoken to me at all. Well, except when she told me not to break anything.”

“Well I haven’t even seen her yet, so I guess she—“

“It’s shitty being new. I’m sure she’s just trying to get used to things.”

Seungmin’s voice is surprisingly quiet.

“Maybe. You’ve worked with her more. And I always see her looking at you…so.”

“So…what?” Seungmin is still quiet but there’s a tiny bit of offense behind it.

“So maybe you’re making it easier for her to adjust.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

"Don't play dumb, Seungie...older woman, authority figure." Changbin laughs,

“Cmon Min…” this time it’s the other one talking, “we know you’re a little bit of a slut sometimes.”

He doesn’t say anything in return, but you hear his chair being pushed back, and then he gets to his feet. It takes you a second to loosen yourself from the spot, but you manage just in time and duck behind the corner.

Seungmin runs right into you when he turns and he nearly knocks you to the ground, but his hand grabs your arm to steady you. “I’m sorry…you alright?” His voice is still quiet. He’s whispering, probably because he doesn’t want them to hear.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You look up at him, and you can’t help but wonder if what they just said about him is true. They were obviously trying to rile him up, but friends are also brutally honest sometimes.

“Are you going on your break? I wouldn’t go in there yet, if you are.”

“I was going to, yes.”

“Changbin and Hyunjin are in there, and they can be a handful sometimes.”

“And you’re not?”

A nervous laugh comes out, “uhm, maybe sometimes. They’re not the best influence on me.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“I can go back and make you a coffee. Actually…”

“Seungmin you don’t have to do that.”

“…I can take you across the street and we can grab some better coffee there.”

“Seungmin,” you widen your eyes at him, because his are huge.

“Please, I want to.”

“Are you flirting with me?” You're not sure why he wants to protect you, but that's clearly what he's doing.

Another nervous laugh. His ears turn red. He stutters, “flirting…um, uh no I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”

You hear them before you see them. They open the door and turn the corner before you can react—Seungmin freezes and stares at you. Changbin pushes him into the wall as he walks by, laughs, nods to you, and disappears.

“Guess the breakroom is safe now.”

“Yeah.”

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Once today, Seungmin caught himself staring at you. He dropped his eyes back down to his phone immediately, heart racing, face red. Part of him wanted you to catch him looking, the other part is still nervous.

You asked him to watch the register specifically to keep him away from his jerk friends, and you tried not to make it too obvious, but he knows. From here, he can see you wandering around, and you can see him. They’re nowhere to be found. It’s quiet.

He won’t tell anyone (well, not them), but he likes when it’s quiet and he can be by himself. And as much as he hates watching the register, he’s glad you put him up here, because it gives him a a chance to read and people watch. Now he’s just waiting for you to walk by.

A text pops up on his phone:

Did you get in trouble Seung?

He ignores it.

She’s looking at you right now…she’s swooning

He tries to ignore him again, but he looks up and around, trying to find you. Seungmin knows Changbin is just being an asshole, but maybe you are looking at him. He’s hoping you are.

“Seungmin?”

He jumps, and nearly drops his phone. “Hi…hi. You’re very quiet.”

“Sorry. I can wear a bell, if that helps.”

“A bell? Like a…a collar?” Seungmin watches as your eyes grow big. He has no idea why he said that, and now you probably think he’s a pervert. “Can we pretend I didn’t say that.” He goes back to his phone only to see more texts—a string of laughing emojis—oh, there she is—she can’t stay away from you.

“Yeah…bell, collar. Makes sense.”

“That was..." he groans, "so stupid. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. At least I know where your mind is now.”

“No, it’s not. I’m not…I mean, I’m just a ditz.”

“You’d look much better in one.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and rubs at his cheeks. “Please don’t hate me.” His eyes pop open again, “I’d what?”

“…look cute wearing a collar.”

“I would?”

You mhm and walk away. Just leave it at that. Were you flirting? Deflecting? Making him feel less stupid?

Seungmin doesn’t feel any less stupid. A comment like that to the wrong person could mean getting fired, and he just said it to his new manager.

But he doesn’t think you’d get him in trouble. He has no reason to think you wouldn’t, but…no, you wouldn’t.

You pop up behind him again, and once again, he jumps. "It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me dislike you."

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The next time you see him, he’s on his way out. You’re making coffee, he barrels into the breakroom to grab his things. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a great mood, so you keep your attention on your mug.

Seungmin is in his locker and mumbling to himself. And then… “oh, I didn’t know anyone was is here.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just ready to get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The ghost of a smile is on his lips as he grabs his coat and runs back out the door. You were hoping for one more awkward moment with him before either of you left tonight, but now it’ll have to wait.

But he comes back in a moment later; doesn't speak, doesn't even close the door. Just looks at you.

Seungmin has no idea why he came back in, but he was hoping a good excuse would come to him in the few seconds it took to get here. Now he's just staring stupidly and chewing on his lip.

"Hi," you smile at him and sip your coffee. "Did you want a cup before you catch your bus?"

"How'd you know I take the bus?"

"You shrug, "It's in your availability, silly."

"Oh, right. So you're not just watching me all the time?"

"I didn't say that."

They're heard before they're seen. Changbin and Hyunjin push themselves right through Seungmin on the way into the breakroom.

"Oh, hi boss," Changbin reddens and smirks when he sees you standing there, "Is this a bad time?"

"I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow." Seungmin ducks out quickly before you can even say goodbye.

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“Don’t forget your coffee,” Hyunjin squeezes Seungmin’s shoulder as he sneaks by him.

“My what? I didn’t bring coffee in with me.”

“It has your name on it.”

He turns and see it’s sitting there. Just a black coffee, but not from here. It’s from the coffee shop across the street. And yes, his name is written neatly on the side.

“Somebody brought you coffee. How sweet.” He smirks. “Have a good shift.”

Seungmin picks it up and takes a sip. It’s still hot, so it was just set here recently. And of course he knows who put it there, because he can be a little stupid sometimes, but not that stupid. He looks at the schedule on his phone to see who he works with, and you’re right in the middle of his shift. You’ll be gone soon, but, at least he didn’t just miss you.

---

“Thank you,” he says, walking up behind you. You have your coffee in one hand, phone in the other.

“For what?” Seungmin doesn’t scare you, his voice is too sweet and soft, even if he does sneak up.

He looks at his cup, then to you.

“You’re welcome. Hopefully you always take it black.”

“Most of the time, yes.”

“Oh, and you’re getting cut today.“

“My shift was cut?”

“In half. I told the boss I needed you here until I was done.”

“You do?”

“No, but I figured half a shift was better than none. And I can give you a ride home, if you want. It’s too cold to wait on the bus.”

Seungmin sips his coffee, because he’s not sure how to respond just yet. His stomach is swirling, though, and he’s trying to conceal his smile. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

You turn to face him, “in trouble for what?”

“Favoritism.”

“You think you’re my favorite?”

He nods once, mouth still covered by his cup.

“You’re right, you are.”

---

The rest of the shift drags, and of course it would—you’re putting him in your car and taking him home in a few hours…this will be your first time seeing him outside of work. You try to keep away from Seungmin as much as possible, though, because he’s right. If you’re not careful, everyone will notice the attention you’re starting to give him.

“I’m a bit of a drive from here,” he says when you finally walk down the same aisle as him. “So if you don’t want—“

“If you can handle it on the bus, I’m sure I can handle the drive.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I don’t mind. You can get the coffee next time, if it makes you feel better.”

“Yes,” he reaches out and looks at the order on the side of your cup. “I can do that.”

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It is a long drive. But you don’t mind, because he’s comfortable in the passenger seat; head back, eyes closed. You sneak a glance at him every chance you get, and each time, it looks like he’s sleeping soundly. It’s nice seeing him so close, letting your eyes linger even more than you dared to before. Even in the dark. The shape of his nose and lips, his jawline, his ear. The way his hair falls so nicely, and so effortlessly.

But of course he catches you, looks right back, and smiles.

“You really have such a long ride to and from work every day, Seungmin?” You blush, even though you don’t think he saw you staring.

“Yeah, it’s not bad. I’m used to it.”

“Are you saving for a car?”

“No, I can’t drive.”

“Oh, do you want to learn?”

“I’m not sure, thinking about driving makes me nervous.”

“I don’t want this to come across weird, but…how old are you?”

“I am 23. Am I too young or too old?” He flips down the visor and opens the mirror.

“Are you flirting?”

“You did it first.”

“No, I think you might have flirted first, actually.”

“When?”

“When you tried to keep me out of the breakroom. But I guess that was more for my own sake than anything.”

“I didn’t want you to have to listen to them.” Seungmin sits back again, and you can feel his stare burning into you.

“I heard them.”

“You did? What did you hear?”

“Your friends think you’re fucking me…or that you’re going to. And that you’re a slut.”

He’s quiet, and you hope you haven’t gone too far by actually saying it as crassly as they did.

“I’m not.”

“You’re not a slut?” You smile at him, hoping to break any tension you may have created. Thankfully it seems to work, because Seungmin laughs and covers his eyes. Then shakes his head.

“Or you’re not gonna fuck me?”

You can’t see his reaction, because now you have to watch the road, but he’s quiet again and it’s killing you.

“Take a left up here.” He says.

You decide to avoid eye contact completely until you get him home, and luckily, it’s not much longer. You pull into a spot as close to the door as possible, put it in park, and look at him.

He’s still relaxed, sitting back, eyes wide open and staring at you.

“I’m sorry, that was…uh, maybe too much.“

“Do you wanna come up?”

—-

Of course you do. The last three weeks you’ve spent trying to keep your distance has been torture, but you’re still nervous as you follow him down the hall to his apartment. You’re certain that as soon as you have him where you want him, you’ll snap out of it.

“This one,” he says it quietly, a little timid, maybe. You like it. “It’s probably a little messy.”

“I don’t mind.”

It’s not. Seungmin’s idea of messy is your idea of tidied up. And it’s a cute little apartment. Just looking at the couch—the big striped throw pillows, a few plushies, it doesn’t look like a typical single guys apartment. It’s cute, and it’s comfortable. It’s really cute. The kitchen is small and most of the counter space is taken up by an espresso machine and all of the things that go with it. It’s neat in here, too. Not a dish or cup out of place.

“I like it,” you turn and he’s there, an inch away from you. “Can I see the rest?”

“Of course.”

The rest being his bedroom, and he leads you right in. It’s a little darker in here, but it’s still very him. It’s sweet, a little bit colorful, and very very soft.

The dog plush on top of one of his pillows reminds you of something important, “oh, you're collar. It's at home.”

“My collar? You got me a collar?”

“Yeah, it’s really cute.” You close the gap between you and grab the neck of his shirt, “sit.”

He does. Seungmin sits on the edge of his bed, not breaking eye contact. He leans back and rests on his hands, stretches out his long torso, spreads his knees as you put a leg between them. "What does it look like?"

You run your hand up to his throat and very, very lightly close your hand around it. No need to scare him off immediately. You want to squeeze, but right now you’re perfectly content just touching him "It's red...dark red, and has a gold chain across the front."

"A bell?"

“Of course. A tag, if you want.”

His eyes light up, and his hand wraps around your thigh, thumb moves in gentle circles. It sends a little shiver up your arms. He’s making your head swim, and you need to get a hold of yourself.

"...but you won't be fucking me."

"Huh?" he stops, and his mouth opens a little.

It seems a little bold of him, but he slides both hands up your thighs, up your hips, and hooks his fingers underneath your leggings. You told him he won’t be fucking you, and yet…

He pulls down, gently, until you can kick them to the side...and he looks up at you with pleading eyes. You grab a handful of his pretty hair and put his lips on you, and he kisses your hip so softly, you feel like you could melt.

“No," you push him back a little and straddle him. He’s resting on one elbow, and the other hand is slowly moving up toward your ass. “No, pup…I’m fucking you.”

He mouths the word pup, bites down on his lips, tries to hold back his smile. “Yes, please.”

“Please? Oh, I knew you were the one.”

“I am,” Seungmin falls to his back, and sighs…moans, “I am, noona.” His hips buck up and he looks down at his quickly growing erection. Seungmin was probably already halfway there when he invited you up.

He needs let loose, but first you feel him over his clothes. He’s a handful, and he twitches when your fingers move along his length.

“Please…” he whispers, and his puppy eyes are impossible to deny. Now you want to give him everything. “Take care of me.”

“Oh, Seungmin…” you unbuckle his belt, unbutton, unzip. Very slowly. “I will.”

“Minnie.”

“Hmm?” You run a hand over him again, and the red, needy tip of his cock peeks out from his briefs. “What’d you say?”

“Call me—“ he’s cut short by your lips wrapping around his head. His moan cuts through you, your pussy throbs, and your mouth sucks him in a little more. “…call me Minnie.”

“Minnie,” you moan, licking the pre-cum from his stomach. “Minnie, you’re so hard for me.”

Finally, you pull at the sides of his jeans, slide them down his legs, and throw them to the side. You suck him in as far as you can—he squirms, and his hips jerk up toward your mouth, pushing him in even further. A slap on his thigh settles him, letting you work him at your own pace. You don’t want him anywhere near close yet, because you’re just getting started.

“Are you gonna be good for me?” You look at him, stroke him slowly, take in the rest of his body. His sweatshirt is still on, but pushed up just enough for you to see his stomach.

“Yes, I’ll be good.”

You lean down and kiss his stomach, run your tongue across his belly button, “take that off.”

Seungmin listens and pulls his sweatshirt over his head.

“Look at me.”

He does. He doesn’t break eye contact when you suck him back into your mouth, stroke hard and slow, lick the pre-cum leaking out of him again. His moan is desperate and whiny, just how you like it.

“You’re so pretty, Minnie.” You crawl over him, leaving kisses on his body as you go, and when you stop at his throat, he whines a little and licks his lips. “So sweet.”

You’re making him blush. And you give him no warning when you take his dick and slide it across the wet fold of your cunt. His fingers grip your thighs, and you let him hold on as you push him in. Despite how wet you are, it takes a little work. You slide down slowly until he disappears completely inside of you.

The sound he makes for you is so much better, so much softer than you thought it would be—he’s already begging for more.

You grind your hips into him and stretch yourself around his thickness, get used to how much he’s filling you up. “Minnie,” you moan. “Fuck.”

You could do this until you come. You might. He seems like he's enjoying himself, too.

His hips lift and hit you deeper. You let him, because it feels too good. He mumbles something, but you’re too lost in how he’s making you feel.

When your hands grip the sheets next to him, his wrap around your arms, slide up, and then back down. “You feel so good,” he purrs.

You lift your hips and bounce on him, slowly at first, because he’s already losing it. He has no problem making noise and his moans drown out whatever he’s trying to say…

so good… don’t… stop… please… ah… so tight...I'm gonna...

“Oh no baby, not yet,” you slow down and grind on him again, hitting just the right spot. You lean back and hit it even harder, over and over. Each pound against his hips makes him whine. “Pup, you’re gonna make me come already, you’re such a good boy.”

You do. You look at him as you squeeze him tight, relax, and gently bounce up and down. Seungmin smiles and licks his lips—the only sound is the wet slide of him being covered in your come, and it's all he can keep his eyes on.

He bucks up hard, “I wanna come,” and again, you let him. He’s getting away with far too much, but he feels so good, and he’s too cute, and he’s too gentle. And you can’t wait to make him come. But not yet.

“Soon Minnie, I promise,” you lean forward and groan with the change in angle. “I want you all night.” You place a kiss on his chest, bite and kiss his nipple.

“I can come for you…all night.”

“I bet you can.”

“Kiss me, please.”

“I am…” you laugh and work you way further up.

“Please,” he whispers. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for weeks.”

“You have?”

“Yeah…mhm, I have.”

“Oh, you…you like me, huh? I mean—”

Seungmin nods, “don’t you like me?”

“I like you very much,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, bite his lip, and then finally press your lips against his. He kisses so eagerly, so hungrily, you almost can’t keep up with his tongue.

He hums and moans down your throat, holds onto your thighs tight enough to leave marks—fucks you, slowly and deeply, rolling his hips so smoothly you can already feel another orgasm rising. You wonder if he even knows how good he is.

“Min—” you just barely get it out around his lips. “Minnie…”

He slows down, but doesn’t stop.

“Easy,” you finally pry him off of you and push him down, hand just below his throat, “take it easy.”

“Sorry,” Seungmin slows his hips down even more, and eventually comes to a stop. His fingers are still digging into your skin, and his chest is heaving.

“No,” you run your fingers up and down his throat, kiss him one more time, and pull him up by the back of his neck until he’s sitting. “Nothing to be sorry for, you’re still a good boy.”

This has been too easy. You weren’t sure how easy it would be to get him underneath you, falling apart, begging for more…but you had a feeling he wanted it just as much as you. What you weren’t completely sure of was how much control he’d give to you.

Luckily, Seungmin is just what you hoped he would be: gentle, pliant, needy for attention, and very horny.

He melts into your touch—your fingers running through his hair, your thumbs running over his ears, still red and warm. You kiss and suck at the skin on his jaw, not caring if you leave marks. And very slowly, you start to move your hips again.

You have his shoulders for leverage now, and your arms are wrapped loosely around him. From this position he could take so much more control, but he doesn’t. He’s content just watching you move on him, looking up every so often until you look back. Every time you do, a smile tugs at his lips, and you can tell he just wants to kiss you again.

Keeping it from him is becoming a challenge. He craves touch and affection, and he might be the most patient, well-behaved fuck you’ve had in a long time, so you will give it to him eventually.

“Seungmin?” His name feels so nice rolling off of your tongue.

He looks at you…flushed, sweat rolling down the bridge of his nose. He answers by sliding his palm up along your spine.

“Seungmin…” you lock your arms around him, pull him in until your foreheads are touching, and start fucking him faster. He holds you steady, pulls you toward him, grinds you on his cock just how he likes it. “Oh god…ah, just like that, pup. Fuck.”

“Yeah?” He leans forward and kisses, “that feels good, hm?”

His words come out so heavy and warm and thick. You can’t stop him, you won’t. He keeps his pace and movements so steady, and it feels so good you could cry.

“Come for me, please. I wanna hear you.”

Seungmin, you whine his name, pathetically, like you’re falling apart, because you are. You moan and your legs start to shake, but he holds you tighter and keeps you moving on him. In and out, back and forth. Right where you need it. Over and over.

You cry out, and he smiles as he works you through it—gradually slowing down as you relax...then he lifts you up and off of him.

“No, I’m not done with you.”

“Just a little break,” he pushes his forehead against yours again, closes in on your lips, but you shake your head.

“You’re not in charge, pup.”

“I’m not, I know. Catch your breath.”

“You feel so good...I wanna keep going.”

“Not yet…” he grabs you around the middle and puts you on your back. “Relax.”

“Minnie…what are you doing?”

The room spins. You close your eyes. The bed shifts as he lays down, and you feel a blanket being pulled up and over you. And then his arm is there, pulling you against his warm body and holding you tight. Seungmin is turning everything upside down. You’re melting into him, and you like it.

“What about you?” You mumble into his chest, “I wanna make you feel good.”

“You are…don’t worry. We’re just catching our breath.”

“Seungmin”

He rubs your back, “hmm?” pulls away just enough to look at you.

“Nothing”

“Nothing? You sure?”

“No. What are we doing? Ooh…you like me.” It’s hard not to smile when you say it out loud again. “Do you, really?”

He laughs and tries to hide his face behind the blanket. “Yeah, sorry. Am I complicating things?”

“You are, but it’s okay.”

“Is it too much? We can keep going, if that’s what you want. You can take over again.”

“Is this what you like, sweetie?” You slide a fingertip along his jaw and over his ear. “Just being like this? Kissing…” you pull him close for one, “touching.”

“Yeah, yeah I do.” Seungmin is excited and relaxed and nervous all at once. You’re a little more than he was expecting, but he’s not going to complain. He wanted this. He still wants it.

Another kiss on his lips, “you just want taken care of, yeah?”

He nods.

“Good,” as soon as you wiggle your hand free, you slide it down his stomach until your fingertips find him, still hard. Taking care of Seungmin is the only thing on your mind now; making him feel good, giving him all the attention and affection he needs. Making sure he comes back for more.

Slow, gentle strokes—a kiss between his eyes, on the tip of his nose. You almost get teeth when you go for the smile on his lips.

His hands are all over you, touching everywhere he can.

You swallow every little moan that passes his lips, every hitch in his breath when he can’t keep from pushing his hips against you. He gets closer, and he wants more, but you just keep kissing him and touching him just enough.

“Can I…”

“Hmm?”

His eyes scan your face, and he pushes you flat on your back again. Before you even think of protesting, he’s on you, lips on your neck, hands on your thighs, hips grinding into yours. He stretches you out and his thumb finds your clit, still swollen and sensitive.

You focus on kissing him and letting him work. It’s not that you can’t give up control—you just usually don’t. Seungmin is making it easy, though. His pace isn’t too much. He’s not smothering you, and he’s not selfishly pounding you into the bed. Your thighs are resting on his lap, hips up, legs curled around him. And every time he slides in, his dick hits right where you need it to. You can breath between his kisses, and you can enjoy every soft movement of his fingers.

“Should’ve let you take over sooner…”

A pretty smile spreads across his face, and you get lost in his eyes; two big black crescent moons, squished by his pink cheeks. You’ve never had someone smile at you like him. Not while they fucked you like this, at least.

“So good...feels so good,” you barely hear him when he breathes it out. "Does it, baby?"

His mouth is on yours before you can answer, wet and messy, teeth biting and pulling at your lips—down to your throat, he bites and sucks and licks at the sweat forming there.

“You like leaving marks, pup?” You ask, but in your head is an echo of him calling you baby.

The mhmm against your neck makes you shiver.

“Should I keep them out for your friends to see?”

Seungmin is up and back in your face… "yes"…forehead against yours, “please.”

He’s getting so close. Whiney shallow breaths, slow deep thrusts.

“Come in me…it’s okay.”

That…and your fingers grabbing for his hair—that’s all he needed. It hits him and he falls onto you. Your hands move to wrap around his waist, and you hold tight as he slows himself and fills you up. All of his weight on you feels so good, though. His sweat and his heat, his heavy breaths moving across your face.

He shifts to kiss your neck again. Softly, though...no marks this time.

The room is quiet for a while, and only sounds are your legs rubbing against the sheets, against his thighs, the wet release of Seungmin’s lips on your skin.

“You okay?” He finally breaks the silence. “Was that okay?”

You nod and knead your fingers into his shoulders, “you have a good touch, pup.”

“I like that," he sighs, pulls himself out, crashes down next to you. But his arm stays draped over your stomach,

“Hmm, what do you like?”

He props himself up and bats his eyes at you, “I like being pup. Do you call…um, do you call other guys cute nicknames?” Seungmin looks away when he finally stutters it out.

“What makes you think there are other guys?”

And now his face turns bright red. “Oh, sorry, you’re just...you seem like you know what you're doing. You know what you want."

“It's alright. There hasn’t been anyone in a while.”

“Just me,” he whispers, and smirks.

“You’re my only pup.”

"Good."

Lips press against your shoulder, his arm squeezes and brings you closer. You can't help but lean into his embrace. Even now, after everything is done, at least for the moment, you can't escape your growing feelings for him. Sex didn't quench the desire—you don't want to get dressed and leave, you don't want to be done and rid of him until the feeling returns.

The guys you usually sleep with are one night stands for a reason, and you never think of them again when they leave. And you certainly don't give them cute nicknames.

"You threw me off a little, though."

"I did? What did I do?" he laughs, and he has no idea how much it cuts through you. "You were amazing."

"You're so sweet."

Seungmin searches your face, but he can’t figure out what’s going on in your head. It seems like you feel the same as he does, or it did, but right now is when it matters. You caught each other, you poured yourselves out all over place. Now what?

"What's wrong?" he gets even closer, and his nose is almost brushing against yours. "Coming down from everything, maybe? Do you want me to get your stuff so you can get dressed?"

"No, I don't wanna leave."

The relief that washes over his face—you can see it. He isn’t trying to be subtle, because Seungmin has already confessed his feelings to you. You kind of did, too. The difference is, you lied, because you weren’t totally, completely, one hundred percent sure until a few minutes ago.

Now he’s looking down at you like he didn’t just give you three orgasms, and like his come isn’t slowly dripping out of you.

“Not yet.”

“You can stay as long as you want.”

“I can take us to work in the morning.”

“You wanna spend the night? Ah, I can make us dinner, and breakfast…unless, maybe that’s too much.”

“No, it's not. But I am wondering something..."

He’s so eager to hear. He rests his chin on you and grins, “what is it?”

“Can we do that again? Can you really come all night?

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One Day at a Time - Chapter 3 - Embryo

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

Days become weeks without word from Charlie. Every time he sees her, she gives him a little nod. Nothing overt, just enough to send a message.

We’re still here.

After two weeks, he’d found an old pocket calendar from 2001 and put it by his bed, and he marks off each day that passes with a big X. He’s done the math, and there’s a date in mid-December circled in red pen.

He can’t sleep for shit under the best of circumstances, but lately it’s impossible. He’s given up trying, choosing instead to crash on the couch with a movie playing on a loop in the background until a fitful sleep takes him.

He’s parked like this on the couch one night when the knock surprises him out of a half-doze. He fumbles for the remote and pauses the movie before answering the door.

It’s Charlie.

“I’m bleeding,” she says in lieu of a greeting.

His stomach sinks.

He reaches out without thinking, hands on her shoulders; she’s shivering. He pulls her forward into the warmth of the little house, closing the door behind her.

“Midwife says it could be normal or it could be a miscarriage,” she says flatly. “No way to tell yet.”

He seethes. He remembers Maria and Tommy telling him about the Jackson midwife; she was competent, but her bedside manner was shit.

“Does it…feel like…” He doesn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know, I’ve never made it this far. I’m not cramping. It’s not a lot of blood. I just…you wanted me to tell you, so I’m telling you.”

He nods, feeling stupid and helpless and hating it.

“Uh…sit,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “Want tea? It’s herbal. No caffeine.”

She nods warily. “Sure…I guess.”

He sets the water to boil, gets out two mugs, pulls the little canister of tea from the shelf, and fills the infuser with dried peppermint leaves. He can’t stand the stuff, but Ellie won’t drink coffee like a normal person, so they always have some in the house.

He glances at Charlie from over his shoulder as he waits for the water to boil. She’s on the couch, arms wrapped around herself as if she could hold back the thing she fears by force of will.

“You take milk or anythin’?”

“Just sugar, if you have it.”

He does. The kettle whistles and he pours the steaming water over the leaves.

She takes the tea with a small, hollow smile and sips at it. He takes a seat in the armchair next to her.

“Is there anything we can do?”

She shakes her head. “Midwife said to check in tomorrow morning. If it gets worse before then, I’ll go to the clinic.”

“Okay,” he says. “I can…wait with you.”

She nods, takes another sip, and sinks back into the couch. Waiting.

The silence presses in around them. It’s like torture, and Joel wracks his tired brain for something, anything to say. She saves him the trouble, blinking with interest at the television screen.

“Is this Gunz Blazin’ 2 ?”

“Uh…yeah…”

“I haven’t seen it since I was a kid,” she says, smiling a little. “My dad and I used to watch these movies all the time. They’re awful.”

He swallows hard, thinking of Sarah.

She looks at him and picks up the remote. “Mind if I…?”

“Yeah, yeah…sure.”

She hits Play and sits back, curling her legs under her and clutching the tea in her hands.

~*~

The credits roll a couple of hours later. Charlie has nestled into the couch with a blanket over her lap, empty mug resting on the coffee table.

“S’it as bad as you remember?” Joel rasps.

“Yes. Maybe worse. But in a good way,” she smiles a little. “Nostalgic, I guess.”

He nods. “How’re you, uh, feelin’?”

“Fine,” she says automatically, then laughs. “Not fine, actually. I’m exhausted and I’m sick all the time and my boobs are so fucking sore I could—“

She stops. “Shit, I’m sorry. That’s more than you needed to know. My husband used to say I was born without a filter.”

“S’alright,” he murmurs, his face burning. “You’re, uh, married?”

“Was…or what passed for marriage in the QZ, I guess. We were cordyceps orphans…grew up together after the outbreak, protected each other…kept each other out of trouble. We had 17 years together before…before our luck ran out.”

“So he, uh…you and he…wanted kids?”

“Yeah,” she snorts. “Sounds pretty stupid, right? Bringing a baby into a quarantine zone?”

He bites his lip and doesn’t say anything. He knew people still brought children into this broken world, but he’d never considered it. His interest in that life had stopped when Sarah’s heart stopped beating.

“I miscarried three times,” she murmurs. “We might have kept trying if we’d made it to Jackson together…I don’t know.”

“What happened to him?”

She shrugs. “We ran into trouble on the way here. He was bit. I…took care of it. We always said that was the deal, that we wouldn’t let each other turn. He…he didn’t even flinch when I pulled the trigger.”

She’s looking down at her stomach now, tracing her fingers over the ridges in her shirt, lost in thought.

“I wasn’t looking for this any more than you were,” she says softly. “But I want it anyway…I–I can’t help it. Is that foolish?”

Her eyes bore into his then, not sad now, almost…angry. Challenging him to deny her this.

Joel doesn’t know how to answer, but he huffs a soft, “No.”

She rubs her palm slowly across her lower belly. “This is the longest I’ve ever made it. I didn’t have morning sickness or the…other symptoms before, so I thought…maybe…maybe this time…”

“It’s not over ‘til it’s over,” he says softly.

He wants to take her hand. Instead, he gathers their mugs and takes them to the sink.

“Oh…it’s late,” she says faintly. “I should go.”

He frowns. “You shouldn’t be alone. You can stay here tonight.”

“Oh, no—”

He shakes his head, cutting off her protest. “If somethin’ goes wrong or if you get…sick…someone should be with you. I could come to your place if that’s–or call a friend if you don’t want, uh, me–”

“It’s not that, Joel, but I’ve been through this before–”

“By yourself?”

She swallows hard and ducks her head. “No.”

“Then stay,” he says. “Just for the night. I can put you up in–”

He falters, thinking of Ellie’s old room, still decorated in ugly pink stripes. Meant for a teenager but too close to a nursery.

“You can stay in my room,” he says quickly. “I’ll take the couch. Usually end up down here anyway.”

“I couldn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he waves her off. “Can’t sleep for shit no matter where I land. C’mon.”

He makes for the stairs before she can argue, and breathes a sigh of relief when she follows. He pauses outside the door to his bedroom.

“Just, uh…wait here. Gimme a minute.”

He ducks into the room, picking up clothes and tossing them into the hamper. He strips the bed and digs wrinkled but clean sheets out of the linen closet. After a pause, he picks up the calendar and the red pen from the nightstand and stuffs them into his pocket.

“Should be all good. The bathroom’s, uh, right through there,” he gestures. “All yours. There’s, uh, pain medicine if you need it.”

“Thanks…”

“I’ll be downstairs,” he says. “If you need anything, if anything, uh, happens…just come get me. Or yell.”

“Sure.”

“I mean it,” he says.

“I will, Joel,” she murmurs. “Thanks.”

“G’night then.”

He goes back to his usual spot on the couch and lies down, staring at the little cracks in the living room ceiling. He won’t be able to sleep now. He thinks about the raw need in her voice as her fingers traced her stomach, the hitch in her breath, maybe this time …

He throws an arm across his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts. A small, grief-blackened part of him hates that he cares. Before Ellie, he could numb the pain with booze and pills and a lucrative career in smuggling. But he’s not that man anymore. It would be so much easier if he were, if he couldn’t feel the little flicker of hope in his chest.

The calendar and pen dig into his hip, and he pulls them out of his pocket. It’s well after midnight, so without thinking, he uncaps the pen and crosses off another day.

~*~

He must have fallen asleep. When he opens his eyes, the room is lighter, and Charlie is nudging his shoulder.

He’s upright before he’s fully awake. “What is it? Y’okay?”

“I’m fine,” she says quietly. “I’m going to go. The midwife said she’d see me at 7:00. I need to go home and change.”

“Right, okay. Do you, uh…do you want me to come with–”

“No,” she says quickly. “I haven’t told her…or anyone…about you.”

“Right,” he blinks. “Um. Let me know…okay?”

She nods, holding her arms around her middle like she could protect herself from the worst. Without thinking, he reaches out and touches the back of her hand. She doesn’t pull away.

“Sorry,” he mutters, withdrawing. “I…I hope it works out,” he says lamely.

“Do you?” she asks, with an edge of bitterness in her voice. She’s immediately contrite. “I’m sorry. You’ve been kind, and that was…cruel. Missing my filter again.”

“It’s…fine.”

He wants to tell her he does have hope, despite himself, but she’s already out the door.

~*~

Charlie hasn’t been gone for five minutes when there’s a knock.

Shit.

He’s on the schedule for a construction job and he’d promised to meet Tommy early. Now he’s late.

“I’m comin’,” he mutters, wincing at the stiffness in his back. “Hold your goddamned horses.”

“Long night?” Tommy smirks on the other side of the door. “Thought I saw Charlie doin’ the walk of shame–”

“Shut it,” Joel growls, surprising himself at the bite in his voice. “Don’t say another fuckin’ word.”

Tommy’s hands coming up in mock defense. “Whoa, easy. Didn’t know it was like that.”

“It’s not,” Joel snaps.

“Alright,” he says, peering at his older brother curiously. “So…you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Lemme get my stuff.”

He’s distracted all day. The work is simple enough–framing a new barn for the sheep, to replace one that’s been infested by termites beyond repair. It should be easy, but he’s overtired and he can’t seem to make his hands behave. Tommy keeps having to repeat himself, giving Joel curious looks.

“You’re losin’ it, big brother,” he says amiably when Joel brings him a jar of the wrong-size screws for the second time in a row.

It’s mid-afternoon when he brings the hammer down on his middle finger. He watches the whole thing as though in slow motion, knowing exactly what’s going to happen well before he feels the pain, but he’s powerless to stop it.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he hisses, shaking out his injured hand. Purplish red blood is already blooming under the wide, flat nail. He resists the urge to stick the finger in his mouth to soothe the throbbing ache like a child.

“You break it?” Tommy’s looking over his shoulder.

“No,” he growls. “Just a bruise.”

“Yeah, right. Well, you��re done for today,” Tommy says. “Go home. Made good progress, anyway, we’re almost done.”

Joel shoots him a look, but it doesn’t affect his younger brother in the slightest. It never does. So he relents, packing his tools and trudging away, finger throbbing.

He sees her on the walk home.

Charlie is standing with someone just outside the caf. She looks about as tired as he feels, but then she sees him and brightens, the subtlest glimmer as she catches his eye. The look stops him in mid-stride, frozen in the middle of the street.

She gives him a little nod.

Warmth spreads through his chest, a flood of relief, and that blasted hope again.

We’re still here.

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Fuck It Friday!

I was meant to post chapter 2 of With you I'm Home today but alas, life got in the way. In the meantime, enjoy Eddie delivering a baby!!

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“Okay, Amber, I know it hurts but on your next contraction I’m going to need you to give me the biggest push you’ve ever done,” Eddie instructs. “Cam, if you want to watch baby come out, now’s your chance, man.” Cam gulps, looking a little pale, and shakes his head. “Y-ya know, I think I-I’m good here, thanks” he stammers, and Amber rolls her eyes. “He threw up when our oldest was born and fainted at the second. Pathetic” Eddie snorts, as if he wasn’t a second away from doing the same thing at Christopher’s birth. “Hey, it happens.” It strikes Eddie how odd it is that he’s having a very casual conversation with someone while they have a face sticking out between their legs. The baby’s face, thankfully, isn’t getting any more purple, and Eddie briefly remembers that babies won’t actually take their first breath until their bodies have passed entirely through the birth canal, something about the pressure of their chest suddenly being decompressed being enough to draw their lungs open and for them to take their first breath. A quick glance at Chimney reveals that the man is ready to receive the baby, a towel draped over his arms. Hen’s breath hisses as she inhales sharply as Amber clamps down on her hand once more, the contraction building and building. Eddie wraps both hands around the baby’s head and neck, careful not to occlude the air way. “Push, Amber, push! That’s it!” he encourages as he applies a small amount of traction, the baby’s neck lengthening until the first shoulder pops free and then, suddenly, the rest of the baby follows in a slippery rush that’s got Eddie scrambling to support the body before the baby goes flopping onto the floor. “It’s a girl!” He’s holding the baby up, unable to tear his eyes away from the small, almost too small, slimy, and yet perfect human being in his arms, starting at her in amazement before remembering that skin to skin is key just after birth. Lion king moment over, he moves towards the expectant mother. Eddie’s dimly aware of the fact that he can’t hear any screaming as he lifts the baby up onto Amber’s chest. “Eddie?” Bobby’s voice is low, almost a warning, and Eddie knows, he knows he’s gotta do something, and fast. “Yeah, Cap, I know” He grabs a towel and scoots up so he’s at Amber’s side. He hasn’t even had time to inspect for damage… down there, but right now he’s got other priorities. Amber grabs his arm as he reaches over with a towel, covering the baby and begins to rub her back thoroughly. “I-is everything okay? Why isn’t she crying?” “Baby’s a little early and sometimes they need a little help breathing.” Eddie turns to Hen when it becomes apparent that this baby is going to need more than stimulation to get her breathing, his voice low and urgent. “Hen, I need you to clamp the cord and cut it, I’ve got to get her to Chim”. Hen nods resolutely and does as he said, placing two clamps about 2 inches above the start of the cord, and cuts into it with the scissors. It’s tough, almost chewy, and takes a couple of attempts before the cord is cut and Eddie swiftly brings the baby into his arms. “Chim, you ready for me?” Chimney already has the small mask out and the high flow oxygen set up. “Yes sir.” It’s been 40 seconds since the baby was born and she still hasn’t taken a breath. Eddie lays the baby out on the towels in front of Chimney and immediately focuses himself on resuscitation, leaving Bobby and Hen to reassure the parents. “Starting rescue breaths” Chimney announces, and he covers the baby’s face with the mask. Eddie holds her head stead, ensuring her airway is open, and Chimney administers the breaths. “Good chest rise” Eddie notes. “Keep going.” The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Eddie can vaguely hear Bobby and Hen talking with Amber and Cam in the background, their voices low and reassuring as they explain what’s going on. Eddie forces himself not to look over, not to see Amber and Cam’s terrified faces as he and Chimney encourage their daughter to life. “Come on, baby, breathe for me” he murmurs.

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#okay so I had to somewhat relive the trauma of when I resused a baby to write this #but it's okay!!#anything for the fic lmao #midwife!eddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #911

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Fixer Upper

Part 21

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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Kurapika folded one of his shirts, placing it in the suitcase (Name) was letting him borrow. Leorio groaned, collapsing on Kurapika’s bed. “Ugh, you’re so slow.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow at him, moving onto the next item of clothing. “You don’t have to stay in here, you know.”

“But I do, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you make good fashion decisions?”

Kurapika scoffed. “I make good fashion decisions.”

“Not from what Killua told me. He said you tried to show up to the club in khakis and a polo shirt.”

Kurapika blushed, continuing to hold a pair of pants. “I wasn’t sure what was appropriate clubbing clothing.”

Leorio nodded. “See, that’s why I’m here to help. Out of the kindness of my own heart of course.”

“Uh huh.”

Kurapika couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto his face. Him and Leorio hadn’t gotten to hang out alone much the entire time he’d been there, so it was nice to talk with him. Even if he was being annoying.

Kurapika stretched, walking away from the suitcase to grab more things to pack. While his back was turned, Leorio scooted forward, opening it up and looking through.

Kurapika turned back just in time to see Leorio’s eyes widened. “Are these…”

He held up the pair of (Name)’s panties Kurapika stole a week ago.

“These are (Name)’s panties.”

The blonde was mortified, face gone red and mouth dropping open in horror. He snatched them away from Leorio’s hands, stuttering out a response.

“H-how did those get there? They must of gotten mixed up with my clothes, how strange!”

He laughed awkwardly, stopping when Leorio placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, man, I’m not judging. But, man to man, you probably shouldn’t bring those. (Name) tends to go through peoples suitcases to wash their clothes for them. She means well, but I’ve learned not to bring any… personal items of the sexual nature on trips with her. Not after she found my vibrator last time.”

“I didn’t need to know that last part.”

Leorio sighed. “The point is, you shouldn’t bring them with you. It’s a sure way to get you caught.”

Kurapika pocketed the pair, causing his friend to raise an eyebrow. “… I won’t.”

Leorio leaned against the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “So… is (Name) the name you were moaning at the beach house.”

“Get out of my room.”

——————

(Name) pulled her suitcase towards the door, opening it before placing it in the back of the mom van.

“Did everyone get everything on their lists?” she asked once she was back inside. Killua groaned from his spot on the couch, lazily flipping through Netflix for something to watch.

“Yes, how many times are you going to ask us that?”

Kurapika and Leorio walked out, the latter carrying Kurapika’s suitcase to the van as the blonde plopped down on the couch beside Gon.

“I’ll keep asking until you actually double check. I’m going through yours and Gon’s bags in 15 minutes, so just hope I don’t find anything missing.”

With those words, the two boys glanced at each other before rushing into their shared room to check they had indeed packed everything.

“Wow, that was quick, I think you scared the smirk right off his face, (Name).”

She playfully smacked his arm, laughing. “Oh stop. They’ll thank me later when they aren’t missing their toothbrushes or socks.”

Kurapika smiled, crossing his legs as she continued getting things ready. ‘She’s being more casual with me. That’s good…’

15 minutes later, (Name) walked into the boys room, ready to inspect their bags. “Okay, it’s time.”

They watched with baited breaths as she opened their bags, going down the list. “Hmm, Killua, you get a pass.”

Killua let out a sigh, grabbing his bag as (Name) moved onto Gon’s. Gon peeked over her shoulder as she went down the list, making her shoo him away.

“Alright, you pass too, but what the hell is in here? There’s crumbs everywhere…”

“It’s goldfish crackers from the last time we went somewhere.”

“Last time? You mean when we went to the beach? That was neatly a month ago! Gon…”

He rubbed the back of his sheepishly. “Sorry, (Name).”

She shook out the crumbs and swept it up, patting him on the back. “It’s alright. Now go pack this up.”

Leorio peeked his head into the room. “Are you two ready? Everyone’s already loaded up in the mom van!”

(Name) sighed. She thought about getting a rental, but seeing the devastation Killua and Gon left her living room in made her second guess that.

“Coming!”

———————

After an argument on how everyone should be seated, the arrangement went as so:

Leorio was driving. Kurapika had major road rage, (Name) was too nervous driving over long distances, and the other two didn’t have licenses, leaving Leorio.

Gon sat in the passenger seat, due to having severe motion sickness. Killua and Kurapika were satisfied after (Name) took the middle seat. They had both argued on who would get to sit next to her, so she sat in the middle despite it being the least comfortable spot.

“Alright, everyone buckled up?”

“Yes!”

“Killua.”

“… no.”

He buckled up, sighing after (Name) squeezed his cheek. “There, now we’re ready.”

Leorio pulled out of the driveway, grinning. “Then let’s get going!”

The first 20 minutes were spent in silence, Kurapika and Killua looking out the windows. Gon was watching a movie on (Name)’s phone as she read a book.

“Mom?”

(Name) looked up when Killua pulled on her sleeve. “Yes, Killua?”

“I’m bored.”

(Name) bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Hi bored I’m Mom.”

“Mom.”

“Sorry, sorry. Here.”

She handed Killua her tablet, the boy grinning. “Oh shit fruit ninja!”

(Name) giggled as Killua pulled her headphones on, playing fruit ninja and listening to music. She glanced to her other side, seeing Kurapika looking at her.

He looked away, his cheeks pink from being caught. “You bored too, Kurapika?”

The blonde glanced back at her, giving her a sheepish smile. “A little.”

She held up her book, grinning. “You can read with me, if you’d like.”

(Name) scooted closer to him, her shoulder bumping against his as she held it up closer. “Ah, I’ve read this one before.”

“Really? Is it alright if we pick up from where I left off?”

“Of course, (Name). It’s your book.”

Kurapika said this, but wasn’t able to concentrate on reading with her so close to him. ‘She smells so nice…’

He leaned closer, eyes scanning over the text. ‘Oh, wait, doesn’t that sex scene come up s-‘

He glanced down to see (Name) realizing the same thing, her face heating up. “Why are you fidgeting, (Name)?”

Her breath hitched, eyes darting to the next page before she closed the book. “Well… if what I’m picking up on is true, then the next scene will be…”

She cleared her throat, looking away from the blonde. “Smutty.”

Feeling unusually confident, he raised an eyebrow. “So?”

She looked up at him, positively flustered. “S-so? It’s…”

“(Name), I know what sex is. We’re both adults, turn the page.”

He found himself enjoying how flustered she was, reading along with her.

“Fuck, just like that, your tongue feels so good~” Fern said, arching her back. The man laughed, his tooth brushing against her clit.

“Just wait until I’m inside of you, princess, then you’ll be screaming my name all night.”

Kurapika’s face was a bright shade of red, (Name) not doing much better. They glanced at each other before (Name) closed the book. “Why don’t we just… chat instead?”

“That’s sounds like a good idea.”

They kept each other entertained with idle chat for a good while before Leorio pulled into the parking lot if a restaurant. “Alright boys, and girl, it’s time to eat!”

Killua and Kurapika slot out of their seats, leaving (Name) to climb out by herself.

“Ouch!” (Name) gasped out when she felt something cut her thigh. The boys paused, Killua and Kurapika rushing over.

“(Name), what happened?”

She was lifting up her her skirt, Kurapika’s eyes going wide when he saw blood. For some reason, the sight of her blood made his stomach churn. He already disliked the sight of blood, but seeing hers was so much worse.

“Leorio, (Name) is hurt. Bandage her up, and I’ll try to see what caused it.”

“Rodger that!”

Kurapika kneeled down, looking in the backseat. “There it is.”

A spring was jutting out of the middle seat, the end jagged and covered in blood. Kurapika seethed, wanting to rip the spring out and crush it.

‘Calm down, you can’t kill a spring. Just…’

(Name) whimpered as Leorio sprayed her leg with an antibacterial spray, putting a bandaid on it after. Kurapika rushed to her side, looking her over. “Are you alright? Does it hurt? Do we need to go to a hospital?”

“Kurapika I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.”

(Name) patted his cheek, the blondes cheeks puffing out a little. “Scratches can get infected you know.”

Leorio held his hands in his head. “I do know. Did you find out what happened?”

Kurapika nodded. “It was a loose spring. The end cut her when she was climbing out of the backseat.”

“Shit, a spring?” Leorio grabbed (Name)’s shoulders, shaking her lightly. “Do you have your Tetanus shot?”

(Name) laughed. “Yes, I do! You two worry too much.”

They both pouted.

“Hey, are we gonna go eat or not? I don’t want Gon chewing on the- HEY PUT THAT DOWN!”

Killua smacked a rock out of Gon’s hand. “No! You can’t eat rocks!”

(Name) leaned against Kurapika’s shoulder, holding a hand to her forehead. “Oh dear, I fear I may have lost too much blood. Goodbye, my friend.”

She stuck her tongue out, closing her eyes. He rolled his eyes and turned, sweeping her off her feet. “Is that so? I guess I’ll need to carry you so you don’t fall.”

(Name) blinked, realizing her joke backfired. “Wait, no, I’m too heavy-“

He readjusted her, giving (Name) a stern look. “Didn’t I tell you before that you were light as a feather? I think the blood loss really has made you delirious.”

“Kurapika Kurta, if you don’t-“

He laughed, setting her down on her feet. “I’m kidding. But…”

He interlocked his fingers with hers, squeezing gently. “It would put my mind at ease if you stayed by my side.”

She looked down so he couldn’t see how flustered she was. “Okay Pika, I will…”

——————

As the four take their seats, Leorio brings up a very good question. “So… what are we going to do about seating arrangements?”

(Name) held up her hands, trying to look unfazed. “I can just put a towel or something over the spring and sit th-“

Kurapika shook his head, squeezing her hand. “No, (Name), I won’t let you sit on something that could hurt you.”

“I second that. Let’s tape Kurapika to the top of the van.”

(Name) groaned, holding her head in her hands. “Killua, we’re not-“

“Wait, I want to be taped to the top of the car!” Gon said, standing up.

“No, Gon, no was is getting taped to the mom van. Especially not either of my babies.”

Kurapika hummed. “Why don’t we just remove the spring?”

Leorio was quick to shoot that down. “Nah, it’s better if we wait for a professional to fix it. I don’t want to fuck up (Name)’s van.”

(Name) sighed in relief. ‘Finally, the only sane person in this group.’

“I have an idea!”

(Name) sighed, seeing Gon raising his hand. He looked so excited that she couldn’t say no. “Go ahead.”

“Why don’t one of us just sit in another persons lap?”

The table went quiet, some intrigued, some flustered. “That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea. The only question is who is sitting in who’s lap.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Well it makes sense that one of the two kiddos will sit in my lap, considering…”

Kurapika tilted his head. “Considering what?”

Leorio pinched the blondes arm before speaking. “Well no offense (Name), you’re the weakest out of the group, so it makes more sense for you to sit in someone else’s lap, not the other way around.”

She seemed to shrink into herself, becoming uncomfortable with how the conversation was going. “Ah… well the only person I’d feel comfortable holding me is driving, so…”

Kurapika blinked, his grip on her hand loosening. “…”

“Why can’t you just sit in my lap?” Gon asked, flexing his arm. “I’m strong!”

She sighed, ruffling his hair. “I know, bud, but I don’t wanna sit in a kids lap. You’re tiny.”

“But I’m taller than y-“

“Tiny.”

He pouted, leaving Kurapika to clear his throat. “There are… other options…”

(Name) winced, scooting away from him. “Yeah, I can just call for someone to come pick me up.”

The blonde blinked at her. “… I meant you could sit in my lap.”

She made a distressed noise, the blonde unsure what he should do. “If it’s about you being too heavy, you’re not! I can pick you up just f-“

“It’s different when I have to sit in your lap for hours! Ugh!”

She slid out of the booth and stormed off towards the woman’s restroom, leaving Kurapika dumbfounded.

Leorio folded his arms over his chest, giving Kurapika a mean side eye. “Your actions have consequences, Kurapika. Think about just why you weren’t considered an option that she was comfortable with.”

He stared down at his hands, feeling regret start to bubble up in his chest. ‘Did I… did I really make her think… like that?’

——————

(Name) used a paper towel to dab at her tears, trying not to ruin her makeup. ‘Stupid Kurapika… stupid Leorio… stupid spring.’

She touched up her makeup, sniffling slightly. When she was done, she stepped back, taking in her full body reflection.

(Name) wasn’t thin, she knew that, but it was easy to forget when she was surrounded by people that saw her as more than what her body looked like. Usually, when she felt insecure she was able to push it away with the knowledge that she was loved and her friends thought she was beautiful.

“You disgust me.”

(Name) winced at the memory of Kurapika’s words. Ever since he’d said that, old insecurities from high school began bubbling up to the surface. It had been two years, but now that he was back, she couldn’t stop thinking about his words that day every time he looked at her.

When he called Dracule disgusting, she winced. Did he consider her to be in the same category as him, an evil flesh collector that cheated on his wife?

‘How does he view me?’

She squeezed her chubby cheeks, looking down at her wide hips and pudgy tummy. ‘I doubt he likes this. He’s always surrounded by beautiful women, there’s no way he’s attracted to me.’

(Name) felt tears welling up in her eyes again. She was quick to dab them away, putting her makeup back in her purse.

She loved him even when he came back into her life, covered in blood, underweight, and looking an absolute mess.

‘I guess I’m just not good enough to love, despite my appearance…’

(Name) picked up her purse, taking a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom.

‘I’ll just contact Illumi or Chrollo and have them pick me up and-“

She gasped when she felt herself being lifted up and thrown over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Ahh! Stranger danger!”

“Shh, it’s me.”

(Name) paused her kicking and screaming to look down, seeing a familiar blue tabard. “K-Kurapika Kurta, put me down this instant!”

“Not until you agree to come with us. We won’t be leaving without you.”

She blinked, feeling his grip tighten on her thigh. He approached the table the group was sitting at. “Order our drinks and text me when our food gets here. I’m going to have a little chat with (Name).”

Killua huffed. “Be gentle with my mom. If you’re going to feel her up at least ask her out f-“

Leorio covered the boys mouth. “Go ahead.”

Kurapika walked around the parking lot with (Name) over his shoulder, letting her struggle and throw a tantrum. “Are you done?”

She nodded, slumped over his shoulder. “… yeah…”

He stood still by a tree, eyes half lidded as he leaned his head against her hip. “I don’t mind you sitting in my lap, (Name). It’s really no trouble at all.”

She held onto the back of his tabard, eyes squeezed shut.

“You disgust me.”

She groaned, holding her hands over her ears. She couldn’t get his words out of her head, feeling her stomach twist into knots. “But…”

Kurapika’s thumb rubbed circles into her thighs absentmindedly as he lost himself in thought. It was hard for him to imagine her disliking herself.

To Kurapika, (Name) was perfection. Every part of her was something he adored. Her cute chubby cheeks, wide swaying hips, and pudgy tummy that he loved to rest his head against where all things he loved.

“Your actions have consequences.”

He didn’t want to think about he had caused her to act this way. During the Hunter Exam she gave out affection and trusted him so easily, and now she was too scared to sit in his lap.

He wanted to know exactly what he said to her so he could try and undo it, but at the same time he wondered if he should just let it be. After all, he wasn’t sure just how long he would be sticking around. What if he needed to leave one day? He didn’t want to hurt her all over again.

But… he also couldn’t stand that look on her face when he said she wasn’t too heavy. ‘She didn’t believe a word I said.’

Kurapika wanted to be hurt, but… he couldn’t be. How could he be, when he was the reason she felt this way? He’d caused her to not trust his words anymore.

As Kurapika’s mind raced, (Name) went still.

She sighed, looking down in defeat. “Fine. I’ll… I’ll go with you.”

Kurapika continued to hold her for a minute, lost in thought. She still sounded hesitant, and he didn’t know how to reassure her that he didn’t mind. Kurapika knew it was his fault, but he didn’t know how to fix it.

Or what exactly he said to make her feel this way in the first place.

“Let’s go back in.”

He set her down on her feet, keeping her steady as she got used to standing again.

——————

After a quick lunch, one that (Name) barely ate, the group headed back into the parking lot.

(Name) waited on Kurapika’s side as he slid in, the man getting situated before he patted his lap. “I’m ready.”

She stood for a moment, glancing between Leorio and Kurapika before she steeled herself. “Okay, I’m coming.”

(Name) entered the van, turning around and hovering over Kurapika’s lap before she finally sat down. He held himself back from grunting, not wanting her to think he was uncomfortable or disliked her being in his lap.

No, in fact he liked it a bit too much. Though, the blonde would prefer there being no clothing between them.

“Is everything alright?”

(Name) looked back, the hint of tears beading in the corners of her eyes making the blondes over protectiveness kick into overdrive. He nodded, unable to speak. If he did, it would be low and breathy, desire underlining every word.

Leorio glanced at the two, frowning. ‘This can’t be comfortable for either of them.’

He knew about (Name)’s insecurities, being the one that built her up and made her feel better on many bad nights. He also knew about Kurapika’s lust for the girl, and as a man he knew what could happen in a situation like this.

“Let’s get going. We should get to the hotel right at nightfall.”

For the first 30 minutes, Kurapika was able to keep his cool. It wasn’t easy, considering his crush was sitting in his lap, pressing against his crotch and he could smell her sweet perfume, but he was managing.

The road was smooth, (Name) was still, so there was no friction. As long as things stayed the way they were, everything would be okay.

But just the feeling of her soft ass in his lap, her warmth radiating against him was enough to have the blonde gripping the seat

“Pika?”

Kurapika glanced up to see (Name) glancing back at him, face still warm. “Everything okay back there?”

He was already going crazy over the fact (Name) used the nickname again, and she so cute looking back at him like that.

His mind immediately went south, imagining himself holding onto her plush hips as she bounced on his cock, the sound of her whimpers and whines as he fucked into her pretty cunt music to his ears.

‘FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!’

Kurapika bit his lip to keep himself from getting hard. He took a moment before answering as calmly as he possibly could.

“Yes, everything is fine. You alright, (Name)?”

She gave him a quick nod before looking forward again. Kurapika let out a sigh, feeling himself relax again.

He remembered what Leorio told him when they were riding the bus to the Zoldyck estate all those years ago, holding (Name) in his lap so she wouldn’t fall.

“Trust me Kurapika, you can’t handle all this.”

‘Fuck, he wasn’t wrong.’

Kurapika’s eyes were that pretty shade of scarlet that only appeared when he was around (Name). All he wanted was to have her near him, and now she was right there with him.

It was all he could ask for, really. Although it was a bit anxiety inducing, he didn’t hate it. He just wished he was inside of her instead.

‘Damn it, stop thinking of that!’

——————

About an hour into the ride, the road got incredibly bumpy. (Name) was trying her best to remain still, but it was getting increasingly harder as the road worsened.

Kurapika gasped out when he felt her hips rose and fall, the feeling of her legs spreading slightly to help her keep balance made his dick twitch.

“Sorry, but…”

(Name) glanced back at him before scooting back a little. She grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her waist, not able to look him in the eye. “Please hold onto me, I don’t wanna bounce too much…”

The blonde’s face turn a dark shade of red as his hands rested on (Name)’s tummy, pulling her closer until his face was buried in his back.

‘Pervert.’ Killua thought before turning back to his movie. ‘If he’s gonna feel up my mom, he could at least tell her how he feels first.’

(Name) sighed in relief when Kurapika’s arm kept her still. She glanced down at his slender, pale fingers gently holding onto her soft tummy, biting her lip.

‘I wish he would touch me… god I bet they would feel great inside m-‘

(Name)’s face burned hot, the girl squirming in her seat when that thought crossed her mind. She tried not to have those thoughts, even if he was extremely attractive and she’d loved him for years, it still felt… dirty. He didn’t like her that way, so she tried her best to keep her sexual feelings at bay.

But it was hard when he was nuzzling against her back, holding her so gently.

“P-please stay still.” Kurapika whimpered out, his hands moving from her tummy to her thighs to keep her still.

“Oh, sorry Pika!”

His breath hitched, accidentally squeezing her thighs a bit too hard to try and keep himself from popping a boner. “P-Pika, owie!”

He blinked, quickly retracting his hands. “Sorry, (Name). I didn’t mean…”

She huffed, grabbing his hands and placing them back on her waist. “It’s okay.”

Kurapika was having the time of his life. (Name), the woman he was crushing on was so close to him he could smell her strawberry scented perfume. Never in his wildest fantasies could he have imagined this scenario, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her tummy while her ass was planted firmly in his lap, pushing against his crotch.

“You… you smell good.”

It’s all he was able to say, his face burning against het back. He was sure she’d be able to feel the heat radiating off of him, at least a little.

“Oh, um… thanks.”

She began to wiggle around in embarrassment before Kurapika’s hands moved to her hips this time, giving them a harsher squeeze. “I said stay still.”

His voice is was stern this time, the feeling of his warm breath against her neck making her shiver. Even when she stops, his hands gripped her hips with such an intensity she was afraid he’ll leave her bruised.

After a few moments, he moved his hands back to her waist so she wouldn’t move again.

And when he had his hands on her body, and her butt in his lap, it was hard to complain about her wiggling around. He would have loved it if circumstances were different.

But for now, Kurapika gently ran soothing circles into her tummy with his thumb to apologize for being so rough with her, unknowingly causing the girl to grow more pent up.

——————

Kurapika almost complained when their car came to a stop at their hotel, wanting to whine about (Name)’s warmth leaving him as Leorio helped her out of the car.

Her legs were a little wobbly from Kurapika’s touching, causing her to lean against Leorio. “Hey, you alright?”

“Y-yeah, just tired.”

Kurapika wasn’t doing much better, the blonde stumbling a bit as he left the car, catching himself before (Name) could see him. He didn’t want her to think it was because she was too heavy, no, he was stumbling because he was so fucking horny.

The group reserved a single hotel room with multiple beds, three in total. It had already been decided that the four boys would pair up and share beds, leaving (Name) in the last bed all to herself.

She’d attempted to tell them it wasn’t fair, but she was the only girl after all, and wasn’t exactly itching to have one of the more rowdy boys share her bed. She shared a bed with Leorio for months, she knew what it was like to sleep next to someone who was fluent in sleep karate.

“Just be glad you won’t be sleeping next to either of those two perverts.” Killua said, pointing to Kurapika and Leorio.

(Name) gasped, pinching her son’s cheek before walking over to Kurapika and giving him a hug. “Hey, don’t say that about Kurapika! He would never perv on me!”

Kurapika was struggling to process anything when she was full on hugging him for the first time since York New, her head leaning against his chest. “Hey, he said that about me too…” Leorio said, pouting.

She cupped Kurapika’s cheek, squeezing gently. “He’s a sweet guy, really. Right Kurapika?”

‘Wow she smells so nice. God I’m so horny.’

She face one last pat to his cheek before turning. “I’m gonna order room service, you two can handle the unpacking, right?”

Kurapika nodded, face red as she gave him that pretty smile. “Thanks boys!”

Gon and Killua followed behind her, the latter looking back at Kurapika and grimacing. ‘Ew.’

Kurapika dropped to his knees when (Name) was out of sight, panting slightly. “Leorio, you’ll have to restrain me, I can’t take it.”

“I don’t think tying you up will help your situation at all. It any even make it worse.” Leorio replied, pulling out (Name)’s suitcase.

“Just to make sure… you didn’t bring her… you know what right?”

Kurapika avoided eye contact.

“Kurapika. You didn’t.”

“Listen.”

“No, no I don’t think I will.”

Kurapika frowned, opening his satchel to reveal the pair of panties. “She… she wouldn’t look in my satchel.”

“You are underestimating her need to be useful.”

The blonde huffed, closing his satchel. “Whatever, let’s just get this all inside.”

(Name) plopped down onto her bed, playing with her hair. ‘He was blushing a lot. Kurapika really is shy around girls.’

“You can have the first shower, (Name). We’ll wait for room service to get here.” Killua said, jumping onto his and Kurapika’s shared bed.

‘That combination is the worst that could have been.’ (Name) thought, thinking back to how they decided who slept with who.

“Okay, okay, if it makes you feel better about getting your own bed, we’ll play rock paper scissors on who sleeps with who.”

“That doesn’t help at all, it’s till unfair because I get a bed to mys-“

“ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS!”

She opened up her suitcase after Leorio and Kurapika brought it in, glancing at them all before pulling out a pair of panties and hiding them among her pajamas.

“Okay, I’m taking a shower! I’ll be back out in a second. Please…”

She looked back, sighing. “Don’t kill each other.”

She closed the door behind her, sighing as she entered the warm water. The phantom touches of Kurapika’s hands on her hips and waist lingered, making her shiver.

‘Pika…’

She slid her hand down her body, stopping right above her pussy. ‘Should I? I mean…’

She glanced at the door, her face heating up. ‘It’s… it’s just to relieve myself! It’s been a long and hard day.’

——————

Kurapika laid on his bed, head buried in his pillow as he thought about the day. For him, it had been great! He got to chat with his friends, hold (Name) in his lap, and imagine fucking into her-

‘Fuck!’

He groaned into his pillow, causing Killua to glance down at him. “What are you whining about, blondie? Miss your girlfriend?”

Kurapika bolted up face red. “Shut up!”

“Girlfriend? (Name) and Kurapika are dating?” Gon asked, face turning pink.

“No, he’s just crushing on her crazy bad.”

Gon laughed. “Oh really?”

‘Why am I the last one to find out?’ Leorio thought, his face also turning pink. ‘I mean I knew he wanted to fuck her, but… he likes her? Really?’

Kurapika threw a pillow at Killua. “Stop telling people my business Killua!”

“Hey it’s my business too! She’s my mom!”

“Yeah, okay mommas boy.”

“Oh you wish you could call her mommy-“

(Name) stepped out of the bathroom, yawning. “Hmm? What are you two fighting about this time?”

“Nothing.” They answered in unison. Gon and Leorio exchanged a look before getting up.

“Geez room service is taking forever. Let’s go check on it Gon!”

“Good idea Leorio. Hey, Killua, come on!”

Gon pulled the kicking and screaming Killua out of the door, leaving Kurapika and (Name) alone.

She tilted her head, looking to the blonde. “They must be hungry, they were in a big hurry.”

Kurapika glared at the three through the window, Gon and Leorio giving him a thumbs up before retreating.

“Yeah, I’m sure they are.”

The blonde blinked when (Name) plopped down beside him, now in a pair of lounge shorts and a tanktop. “Man I’m hungry too, and tired.”

She laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Today was… rough.”

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, cheeks still pink from Killua’s teasing. “How so?”

He winced when her face dropped, her arms immediately moving to cover herself when she saw he was looking at her. “… it’s hard to talk about.”

Kurapika laid back on the bed with her, also looking up at the ceiling. “You don’t have to if it’s too uncomfortable.”

She turned to look at him then, eyes half lidded. “Can I ask you something, Pika?”

He turned too, making eye contact with her big, sad (e/c) eyes. “Yes, of course.”

It took her a bit to find the courage to speak, Kurapika’s heart breaking when her voice came out quiet and strained.

“Do you… do you still think I’m disgusting?”

When his eyes turned red, she flinched, joking her hands in front of her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He grabbed her hands, gently pulling them closer until they cupped both of his cheeks. Kurapika didn’t say anything, hoping that his actions would be enough. He held her hands over his cheeks, staring at her with those soft red eyes.

His eyes fluttered closed, enjoying her touch as she stood still, not knowing what to do. “Kurapika? Please… I just want an answer.”

“… you’re…”

The door opened, causing him to jump and roll off the bed, hitting his head against the nightstand. “Kurapika!”

“Ah shit I think they were making out or something. Should we come back later?” Killua said, holding a tray of their food.

“Fuck…”

Kurapika pouted as (Name)’s palm hovered over his forehead, healing the gash. “There, it’s healed.”

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his healed forehead. “And a kiss to make it all better.”

(Name) stood up before she could see his jaw drop open, face going red again. Leorio patted his head before helping him off the floor. “Let’s eat.”

After dinner, (Name) laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Although she didn’t receive an answer like she wanted, she still felt a little better. Kurapika had allowed her to touch and kiss him, something that a person disgusted by another wouldn’t do.

‘I still want a confirmation…’ she thought, turning so she was lying on her side, facing Killua and Kurapika’s bed. The two were already fast asleep, Killua’s foot planted on Kurapika’s back, slowly pushing him off the bed.

‘I knew that would happen.’

(Name) laughed to herself, snuggling into her comforter before following behind them.

————————

(Name) was the first to wake up, stretching with a yawn as the sun beamed in through the window. She could hear the sound of the bed next to her creaking, spotting a head of blonde hair rising.

She held back a giggle, seeing how messy his bed head was. “Good morning, Pika.”

He rubbed his eye, giving her a sleepy smile. “Good morning, (Name). Did you sleep well?”

She nodded, yawning. “Yeah, we’ll enough, you?”

He pushed himself out of his bed, plopping down onto hers. “As good as a man being tormented by the spawn of satan can. So… decently.”

She stood up, slipping on a pair of flip flops before offering him her hand. “Wanna go eat breakfast before the others wake up?”

“That sounds lovely.”

He took her hand, allowing her too pull him up before he laughed. “Wow, didn’t know you were that strong, (Name).”

“I’ve picked you up before! Remember, I carried you in the first phase!”

He blinked as she led him towards the elevator. “I guess you did.”

The two arrived in the hotel lobby, making their plates before sitting down together. They were still on their pajamas, Kurapika only slightly embarrassed.

They are quietly, (Name) leaning her head against his shoulder. It was nice, really, her weight against him and her warmth sinking into his skin. “Still tired?”

She nodded, munching on a mouthful of waffles. He snickered and pushed some of her hair out of her face. “Careful, you’ll get syrup on your hair.”

He was enjoying this innocent moment with her. That was until Killua and Gon came rushing out of the elevator followed by a zombie- wait no that was Leorio.

“Ugh…”

The man sat in front of the two, bags under his eyes. Kurapika felt (Name) leave his shoulder, frowning slightly. “You alright, Leorio?”

He groaned in response, his head in his hands. (Name)’s attention was drawn back to the boys when she heard one of them gasp.

“Ew, this has raisins!”

Gon placed a bagel he took a bite out of back, Killua reaching his hand into the serving plate to grab a handful of scrambled eggs.

“Oh my god.”

(Name) stood up, handing Kurapika her fruit cup. “Finish this for me, sweetheart, I’ll be right back. Try to get Leorio back to working order while I’m gone.”

He chewed on a piece of her fruit before answering. “Get them.”

Five minutes later and the boys were sat at the table eating their breakfast eating quietly. It didn’t take much, just a look with a hand on her hips and they were scrambling to sit down.

Kurapika still had (Name) fork in his mouth, hoping she didn’t notice it. ‘It’s like… an indirect kiss!’ He thought, smiling. If he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging right now.

After everyone got dressed, it was time to leave. Thankfully, (Name) was able to inform the a manager that the bagels and scrambled eggs had been… contaminated before she left.

Leorio unlocked the car and everyone started loading in. (Name) handed out tablets, books, and her phone to the people that wanted them before she slid in, plopping down onto Kurapika’s lap. “Hold onto me, okay?”

He nodded, wrapping his hands around her waist as he tried to ignore how warm she felt against him.

———————

“We’ll only be on the road a few hours until we reach the hot springs, and that’s including stopping for lunch and gas.” Leorio stated, not taking his tired eyes off the road.

Kurapika hadn’t heard a word of it. The road had been incredibly bumpy, and he knew if he broke concentration to talk, he would pop a boner instantly.

“Kurapika?”

A whine nearly left his throat when she tapped on his thigh to get his attention. “Wh-what?”

“Do you want to play I-Spy with us? We’ve been asking you for a few minutes now.”

Kurapika sighed, nodding. “Yeah, sure. It’ll… take my mind off things.”

(Name) smiled. “Okay, I’ll go first. I spy, with my little eye, something… pink!”

“Is it the mom van?”

“Haha, yeah! Your turn Killua!”

Killua’s face shifted into something of pure evil, grinning at Kurapika. The blondes eyes widened, shaking his head rapidly. ‘No, don’t!’ He mouthed, but Killua was having none of it.

“I spy, with my little eye… a huge pervert.”

(Name) gasped, wiggling around. “I know, I know! It’s Leorio!”

“I swear to god I will turn this van around.”

The group laughed, but Killua stayed quiet. “Wrong.”

Kurapika glared daggers at the boy, his face slowly turning red. ‘Please don’t.’ He mouthed, and Killua rolled his eyes.

“It was a billboard.”

(Name) huffed, leaning against Kurapika. “Hey, that’s cheating Killua.”

Kurapika stayed quiet, now very content to bury his face in her shoulder. “Hmmm…”

“Okay, why don’t you go, Gon? Since Killua cheated.”

Killua folded his arms over his chest, looking out the window. ‘Stupid twink better appreciate me after this.’

“Okay okay!! Hmm…”

Gon looked around, his tongue sticking out in concentration. “I spy with my little eye… something red!”

They all looked around the car, pointing out a few things. “Is it (Name)’s mace?”

“No.”

“Is it Leorio’s lighter?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Oh! Is it Leorio’s underwear!”

“No, and he’s got the white one with hearts on toady.”

“I don’t even want to know why you two know what underwear he’s wearing.”

“He only has two pairs!”

(Name) made a disgusted face. “Leorio, is that true? You only brought two pairs?”

Leorio didn’t answer, keeping his eyes on the road. “Yeah, me and Killua went through his suitcase- wait I’m getting distracted! Do you guys give up yet?”

The three huffed. “Yeah, just tell us already.”

Gon smiled, pointing to Kurapika and (Name). “It’s Kurapika’s face!”

The blonde blinked, (Name) looking back at him. “Oh dear.”

“HOLY- GON!” Killua was bent over laughing, giving him a high-five before he teared up from how hard he was laughing.

Kurapika’s face became even redder, if that was possible. “Are you okay, Pika? Am I too heavy? Are you sick? Do we need to pull over?”

Gon and Killua went quiet. ‘Shit, our joke backfired.’

He shook his head, sending the two a glare. “I’m fine, just turn up the air please.”

“Of course!”

She leaned forward, her butt pressing firmly into his crotch as she turned up the air conditioning. He gasped, staring at her arching back. ‘Fuck… need her…’

He leaned forward and pulled her back until her back was pressed against his chest, burying his face in her shoulder. “Is it… okay if I get comfortable?”

She nodded, face heating from the feeling of his breath on her neck. “Y-yeah, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

His hands moved from her hips to her waist, pulling her in. His chin rested on her shoulder, his cheek gently nuzzling against her neck.

“Is that better?” She asked, feeling the cold air fan against them.

“Much…”

Kurapika wasn’t talking about the air, though.

————————

Kurapika got to enjoy a good hour with (Name) cuddled up in his lap, occasionally brushing his lips against her neck to give her secret kisses, but his time with her came to an end when they pulled up to their first stop.

“Leorio, are you alright?”

They were sat inside, eating some lunch when (Name) noticed Leorio drifting off. “Yeah, I’m…”

He began to doze off again mid sentence, causing (Name) to panic. “You’re in no state to drive. I can take over, it’ll be-“

“But you’re awful at driving long distances mom!” Killua said, shaking Leorio awake.

“Okay, rude, but I’m an adult, I can do it!”

Kurapika raised his hand. “I can drive.”

The entire group grimaced at that. “Hey! I really can!”

“Yeah, you’re physically capable of driving, but…”

Leorio and (Name) remembered Melody telling them about his reckless driving when he caught Uvogin. “You have… road rage.”

“It was a one time thing!”

Leorio began to speak, causing Kurapika to raise his hand. “Okay, it happened a few times, but I promise I can handle it.”

Killua ate a fry. “I would rather Leorio fall asleep at the wheel and crash than ride in a car with you as it’s driver.”

“I feel like that’s not fair.”

“Maybe!”

(Name) rubbed her temple. “Oh stop it you two. Kurapika, so you promise to treat the mom van and it’s passengers with respect?”

“I promise.”

“Even Killua?”

“… do I have to?”

“Yes! He’s our precious cargo!”

“Our?”

“Kurapika Kurta!”

“Fine! Even Killua!”

(Name) smiled, handing over her keys. They had a few pastel, cute keychains dangling from them. “Okay, here you go.”

“I feel like this will end with our deaths. Or just Kurapika’s. Either way there will be a funeral I will not be attending.”

“You would be attending your own funeral Killua, you’d be in your own casket.”

“My point stands. I bet his funeral would be super boring. My funeral will have a mosh pit.”

“It will not! Killua Zoldyck-“

“Sorry mom.”

While they argued, Gon finished both Leorio and his food. “I want my corpse to fly around on a zip line while space jam plays in the background.”

Kurapika snorted. “Oh my god.”

“No, Gon, you can’t do that.”

“Why, because my corpse will scare people?”

“No because space jam is lame.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”

Gon and Killua fell to the floor, pulling hair and biting. “I’m going to the car.” (Name) said, stepping over them. “You two have five minutes to clean up your act before I come back in with my mace.”

Kurapika and Leorio paid the bill before pulling the two apart. “Come on, if we let you two fight she’ll be mad at us too!” Leorio said, holding the feral Killua as he hissed at Gon.

“Are you sure he’s had his rabies shot? I think he’s foaming at the mouth.”

Leorio and Gon looked at each other. “Well…”

“No. There’s no way.”

“Killua really hates shots.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck! Do you know how many times he’s bitten me? Jesus Christ.” Kurapika dropped Killua, moving towards the door.

“You aren’t special blondie! I’ve bitten everyone here!”

“He has.” Gon said, smiling like he didn’t just say his friend has gnawed on him like a wild dog. “Though, he’s barely bitten (Name). Only like twice!”

Killua blushed. “Well the first one was an accident.”

“And the second one?”

“Revenge.”

Kurapika inhaled, letting out a sigh before walking away. ‘Why she keeps him in her house, I’ll never know. He’s like a ticking time bomb.’

He spotted (Name), who was leaning her forehead against the van. “(Name)? What are you doing?”

“I forgot you had the keys so I just stood here like a dummy…”

He chuckled, unlocking the van. ‘Cute.’

Leorio walked out, grumbling. “He ate all my food…”

The tall man slid into the backseat, barely fitting. “Come on, sunshine. I’m tired so imma be sleeping.”

She laughed, sliding into his lap without hesitation. “Aww, you can use my shoulder as a pillow, Leorio.”

‘… she didn’t hesitate at all, she even seems happy to be sitting in his lap.’

Kurapika sighed, adjusting the seat so he could reach the pedals properly. “Everyone buckled u-“

He looked in the rear view mirror, eyes flashing red when he spotted the two in the backseat. Leorio had her pulled close to him, face buried in her shoulder as she giggled. “Leorio, your stubble is tickling me!”

His eye twitched, pulling his hand away before he cracked the mirror.

“Kurapika, are you alright?”

Gon placed his hand over Kurapika’s, looking concerned. The blonde glanced back at the two, feeling that familiar nasty feeling taking over.

And he could finally give it a name.

Jealousy.

He shook his head, giving Gon a smile. “I’m fine, are the others buckled up?”

He glanced back. “Yeah, they are!”

“Then let’s go.”

Over the next few hours, Kurapika became more and more agitated. Leorio eventually passed out, nuzzling into (Name)’s neck as she slept, occasionally squeezing her.

It was like torture watching Leorio’s hands wander her body, squeezing her soft tummy and thighs. She didn’t seem to mind his touch as much, comfortable with him, unlike she was with Kurapika.

——————

He ended up speeding a little to get to the hot springs faster, pulling into the parking lot as quickly as he could.

“We’re here.” Kurapika said through gritted teeth. He glared at the two through the rear mirror, watching as Leorio woke up slowly.

“Mmm, hey sunshine.”

Kurapika’s eyes turned red when he leaned forward, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, causing her to giggle. “Leorio!”

He hummed, still not completely awake. “Hmm?”

He looked up, seeing Kurapika’s cold stare through the rear view mirror. ‘Oh. Oh shit.’

Kurapika opened his car door and slammed it behind him, waiting outside for (Name)

Leorio quickly helped (Name) out of the car, Kurapika instantly pulling her inside by the hand. “H-hey! What about-“

“We need you to check us in. The rest will grab the bags.”

She felt his grip tighten on her hand slightly. (Name) didn’t question him further, instead focusing on checking in and getting everyone their room cards.

Kurapika kept a hold on her hand, his grip gentler than before. “Sorry, (Name). I’m… I’m just ready to…”

She squeezed his hand, giving him a smile. “I know, driving so long can make you tired. I’m sure the hot springs will ease any tension!”

She bumped her hip against his, causing him to laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

His mood improved greatly just by having her by his side, smiling and laughing with him. Kurapika felt his jealousy fade away to the back of his mind, finding comfort in the fact she chose to walk with him to their rooms, not Leorio.

The tickets Killua won gave everyone their own room that came with towels and robes. Kurapika left (Name)’s side to get settled in his own room, Leorio dropping by a minute later.

“Hey, man. You uh… you doing alright?”

Kurapika closed his empty suitcase and rolled it into the small closet. “I’m fine.”

“You didn’t seem fine earlier. When I kissed her cheek.”

Kurapika’s eye twitched, glancing at him. “I’ve been meaning to ask why you’re so affectionate with her these days. I seem to remember it being the opposite, with her being more affectionate with me.”

“Well.”

Leorio didn’t have to state why that was, Kurapika already knew. The blonde knew he pretty much ruined their bond when he broke her heart in York New.

“Leorio… I’m-“

“Forget it, I understand. You’re feeling some strong feelings and it’s hard to explain. Just remember that I’m your friend, and you don’t have to compete with me.”

Kurapika nodded, sitting down on his bed. “It’s… hard. When I see her interacting with you or others I just feel…”

“Possessive? Angry?”

“A mix of both.”

Leorio sighed. “Yeah, I understand that. You shouldn’t worry though, she does like you after all.”

Kurapika rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe she did once, but… I’m not sure anymore.”

Leorio didn’t answer. He wanted to be selfish in that moment, if only just a little. Kurapika could figure out she still liked him on his own, by interacting with (Name) and treating her right.

“Well, I’m gonna get ready. Meet you at the hot springs.”

Kurapika watched him leave before picking up a paper on his bed.

Rules for the Hot Springs

1. Please bathe before entering

2. No running or diving

3. Please adhere to the guidelines for each hot spring

“Seems easy enough.”

After a quick shower, Kurapika threw on a pair of pajamas. ‘This is what the people in the lobby were wearing. Should be… sufficient.’

He met Leorio in the hallway, who was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tanktop. “Hey princess, you ready for some relaxation.”

“Don’t call me that, and yeah. Where’s (Name)?”

Leorio rolled his eyes. “She wanted to shave her legs. I told her that real men are willing to explore the wilderness and she just closed the door on me.”

“Good on her.” Kurapika said, walking ahead of him.

As they approached the hot springs, they watched Gon and Killua walk into the men’s locker room. “You brought a towel, right?” Kurapika asked, pulling off his shirt.

Leorio rubbed the back of his head. “Shit, no I forgot.”

Kurapika handed him a towel. “Brought an extra for you.”

After undressing and wrapping towels around their waists, the four stepped out.

“… what do those numbers mean?”

Above each separated hot spring were two numbers. The first was 8-19, the second was 20-55 and the third was 55+. Killua jumped into the first one, splashing water on the others. “Hey, jumping is against the rules Killua.”

Killua flipped him off, causing the blonde to scowl. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“I won the tickets, I’ll get us kicked out if I want to!”

That had the blonde sighing, Leorio stepping forward. “I’m guessing this means the men’s sauna as are separated by age. It’s probably the same for the women’s.”

Kurapika nodded, but was hesitant. ‘If that’s true, wouldn’t the building have been bigger? The woman’s lockers are right next to ours, where would it lead to?’

He kept that thought to himself, following Leorio. “Hey, these are for people 20 or older, kiddo. Aren’t you trying to follow the rules?”

Kurapika paused, sending the taller man a glare. “That rule is stupid. I’m not getting in with those two, I won’t be able to relax at all.”

Leorio shrugged. “Okay Mr. Rule breaker. Let’s get to relaxing then.”

Leorio dropped his towel, causing Kurapika to shield his eyes. “Give a man a warning, Christ.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before. You and (Name) are well acquainted with my business.”

“Yeah, because you flashed us during the Hunter exam.”

“Flashed is a strong word. I just sleep in the nude, what’s so wrong with that?”

“Everything.”

Kurapika waited for Leorio to turn before he pulled his own towel off, sinking into the water. ‘Ah, (Name) was right. This is nice…’

“I bet if (Name) slept naked you wouldn’t have a problem with that.”

Kurapika stared at him for a moment, narrowing his eyes. “… does she usually sleep naked?”

“Well sometimes in panties and a tshirt but-“

“How do you know that!?”

“Uh, hello, we lived together for several months and slept in the same bed. Eventually comfort overcomes embarrassment.”

Kurapika scowled, leaning against the edge of the hot spring. ‘… I want to wake up next to her in just a tshirt and panties…’

Leorio sighed, stretching out his arms. “Ahh, this is nice. I hope (Name) is enjoying herself too. Wait…”

He grinned at his friend, giving him a mischievous look. “Maybe we should go sneak a peek.”

Kurapika’s face went from confused, to flustered, to pissed off. “Peek? No, that’s-“

“Oh so you two want a peek huh?”

The two yelped, glancing up to see (Name) standing at the edge of the hot spring, wearing only a towel. It only barely covered her, her left thigh and side nearly completely exposed.

“Wait, we weren’t going t-“

“And why are you two in the woman’s hot spring? I expected something like this from Leorio, but not you Kurapika.”

They paused at that, glancing at each other then her. “But… this is the men’s hot spring.” Leorio said, gesturing to the men’s locker room.

“No, the…”

(Name) glanced between the women’s and men’s locker room, seeing they both led to the same place. “Oh. So that means…”

“The hot springs aren’t separated by gender, they’re separated by age.” Kurapika finished, cheeks turning red at the implication.

(Name) frowned, trying to cover herself more. “Stupid towels… too small.”

‘Thank you god for making these towels small.’ Kurapika thought, closing his eyes in prayer.

She sat down at the edge of the hot spring, dipping her legs into the water. “So… what do we do?”

Leorio shrugged. “We enjoy the hot springs. You should-“

She held her towel tighter. “But…”

Kurapika was trying to breathe normally while gazing at her body, eyes roaming her chest down to her thighs. “… we can look away while you get in, if that helps.”

She nodded slowly, playing with the hem of her towel. “Yeah, that would.”

“Hey I didn’t agree to that, I wanna-“

Kurapika grabbed Leorio’s arm and turned him, eyes lingering a second longer as her towel dropped, catching a peek at her breasts and pretty (color) nipples.

‘Fuck!’

He was instantly hard, glad the water wasn’t clear. “Okay, I’m in.”

Even though he couldn’t see much, the knowledge that she was in the water with him, completely naked was enough to have his head spinning. The two turned back, and he could tell even Leorio was flustered by the sight of her.

Her shoulders and top of her breasts were a over water, showing Kurapika the most cleavage he’d ever seen. (Name) sighed, leaning against the edge of the hot spring. “Ahh, this is nice.”

When she noticed then staring, she crossed her arms over her chest and sank into the water. “Hey, my eyes are up here! Don’t have to be so blatant with your staring.”

Leorio laughed, but Kurapika was a stuttering mess. “I-I wasn’t…”

She was gracious enough to drop it, swimming over to sit in between them. “So, should we play a game or something?”

The two were trying not to look down at her cleavage. “Uh, yeah sure. What do you have in mind, (Name)?”

She hummed, tapping a finger against her chin. “Hmm… how about I-spy-“

“That’s more of a car game, sunshine. I have an idea though.” He held up three fingers, grinning at the two. “How about two truths and one lie, spicy edition?”

(Name) blushed, twiddling her fingers. “Does it have to be spicy?”

“We’re three adults naked in a hot spring, that’s the only way to go.” Leorio replied, pinching her cheek. When she raised her hand to smack his away, her breasts rose above the water, giving them both a good eyeful. Kurapika felt his cock twitch, wanting nothing more to get a handful instead of an eyeful.

“Hey, no pinching my cheeks or I’ll be pinching yours!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, princess.”

Kurapika growled lowly, slowly inching closer to (Name). She glanced at the blonde before sinking into the water, letting out a content moan. “Mmm, that feels really good.”

Now both of the boys were blushing, glancing over her head at each other. “Um… you enjoying yourself sunshine?”

“Mhm… making me feel really good.”

‘Oh fuck.’

Kurapika’s hand grazed over her thigh, causing her face to heat up. He looked down at her, eyes boring into hers as his finger ran down thigh. “Sorry, my bad.”

(Name) shivered. ‘Was that really an accident?’

Leorio watched as Kurapika’s eyes shifted from brown to scarlet. “Ah, it’s game time! I think I’ll go first.”

(Name)’s eyes left Kurapika’s to look at Leorio. “I’ve had a one night stand with a guy, I have a vibrator, and my favorite bar is the one on Main Street.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “I’ll say the first on is the lie.”

“Why do you say that?” Leorio asked, crossing his arms.

“Because you can’t get any women, what man would want you?”

(Name) snickered. “Oh Kurapika… the answer is the last one is a lie.”

“Ding ding ding, correct!”

Leorio patted her head after he said each ding like she was a little bell. “You’d be surprised Kurapika, I’m quite popular with men. You’d faint if you saw my Grindr messages.”

Kurapika blinked. “Uh huh.”

(Name) hummed, looking up at Kurapika. “Ya know, I’ve always been kind of curious, but who are you attracted to Kurapika?”

His face turned red, the blonde becoming a stuttering mess. “Wh-which person I’m attracted… to?”

Leorio cut him off. “She means what gender, bud.”

He sighed. ‘That’s much easier to answer.’

“Well… I guess I’m not sure. I’ve… never really felt attraction to anyone.”

‘Besides (Name)…’

“So you’re ace? Aro?”

He gave her a confused look, Leorio speaking up for him. “No, no he definitely isn’t either of those. Kurapika, you’re at least attracted to women.”

He nodded slowly. “Yes… I am.”

“Sexually?”

The blondes blush returned. “… yes.”

‘Ah, so he does experience sexual attraction.’ (Name) thought, suddenly very interested.

“But… I’m not really attracted to any gender in particular. Whoever I fall in love with I… fall in love with.”

Leorio and (Name) smiled. “Aww, that’s sweet.” (Name) leaned her head against his shoulder, as she began to speak.

“Okay, my turn. Two truths, one lie…”

(Name) tapped her finger against her chin, the blonde smiling. ‘Cute.’

“Okay! First, I’m a virgin.”

Kurapika felt his heart thump against his chest. He hadn’t been expecting her to outright say something so… lewd.

“Second, I have a clit piercing.”

His jaw dropped, Leorio cracking up on the other side of her. “Wh-what?”

She began to giggle two. “And me and Leorio have kissed!”

Suddenly, the two were silent. Kurapika’s eyes were scarlet again, this time directed at Leorio. If looks could kill, Leorio would be six feet under.

“Go ahead Leorio, you answer first.”

The taller man shrunk under Kurapika’s gaze, looking away. “… the clit piercing one is a lie.”

‘That motherfucker!’

(Name) looked to Kurapika, smiling sweetly. “And your answer?”

He was seething, but managed to answer. “You kissing Leorio is a lie!”

“Bzzt!! Wrong! The clit piercing one is a big ol’ lie!!”

Kurapika reached over (Name)’s head to smack the back of Leorio’s. “H-hey!”

(Name) glanced up, but by the time she did, Kurapika was back to leaning against the edge of the hot spring. “Leorio? What, did you want proof?”

Kurapika’s eyes shot open. “Come again?”

She gave them a mischievous smile, rising up until her breasts were barely covered. “Well, I wouldn’t want you two calling me a liar. I could-“

Kurapika pushed her back into the water by her shoulders, looking away. “No, no, that won’t be necessary, we believe you!”

“Speak for yourself, I-“

The sound of Leorio being drowned by Kurapika made (Name) gasp. “Hey, stop that! I don’t wanna get kicked out!”

She separated the two before sighing. “I was just kidding, Kurapika, but…”

She kissed his cheek, smiling. “Thanks for trying to protect me, Pika.”

If she knew how hard he was just by being close to her, would she still feel so comfortable touching and kissing him?

“Okay Kurapika, your turn!”

The blonde was still trying to recover from her kiss, head feeling fuzzy and his cock standing at full attention. “I-I…”

He didn’t want to speak right now, he wanted to be buried inside of her pussy, one hand on her breast and the other rubbing circles into her clit. “I… I’ve crossed dressed before.”

(Name) waited patiently for him to continue. “I’m… inexperienced.”

“That’s code for he’s a virgin.” Leorio piped up, warning a glare from Kurapika.

“And the last one?” (Name) asked, tilting her head.

God she looked so cute, staring up at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes. What he wouldn’t give to reach out and cup her cheek, pulling her into a kiss as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Um… I prefer thinner women.”

This seemed to immediately upset (Name), the girl shrinking into herself. “Oh.”

“Kurapika.” Leorio said, raising an eyebrow. ‘What is he getting at? Is he trying to make her all upset?’

“Go on, (Name). You answer first.” Kurapika said, not looking at her.

“… the virgin one is the lie.”

He calmly turned to Leorio. “And your answer?”

He scowled at the blonde. “The last one was a lie.”

He knew this, considering Kurapika had told him his type when they talked to each other alone, but he didn’t understand why he was saying this now.

“You’re correct.”

(Name) blinked, looking up at Kurapika, who had his arms crossed as he stared into the water.

‘He… doesn’t prefer thinner women? That means…’

She blushed, tilting her head at Kurapika. He was refusing to look at her, his cheeks a dark red. It could be excused by the hot water, but…

(Name) gently pressed her thigh against his, watching him for a reaction. She expected him to push her away, maybe yell, but no.

“Hahh…”

He whimpered, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. (Name) continued her experimentation. “So you’ve cross dressed before?”

He cleared his throat, nodding. “In York New, yes.”

‘Her thigh… her thigh is touching mine…’

He couldn’t take it anymore, his hand traveling down his tummy and to his aching cock. It felt so wrong to jerk off when she was right next to him, completely naked, but it also felt… right.

“Pika?”

His breath hitched, eyes half lidded when he answered her. “Y-yes?”

She leaned forward, tilting her head. “You alright? Your face is all red. If you’re getting overheated you sh-“

He quickly shook his head, Leorio raising his eyebrows. “No, no I’m… I’m fine.”

“You sure? I’ve heard some people get too overheated and get sick after being in the hot springs too long.”

The way she worried about him was cute, but right now he didn’t want to get out. Kurapika wanted to stay next to her while he jerked off, even if he felt dirty doing it.

“Really, I’m fine. Let’s-“

“Ugh, I’m feeling tired.”

Leorio stood up, flashing both of them in the process. “Jesus!”

“What? You’ve seen it before!”

“But you’re-“

Leorio was noticeably hard, (Name) quickly looking away and covering her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, the hot water does things that me.”

“I hate finding out new things about you.” Kurapika said, rubbing his temple.

“Get used to it. If you’re gonna be around more, you’re gonna be learning a lot.”

This made the blonde shiver, his hard on gone within seconds. “Uh huh.”

Leorio pulled a towel around his waist, waving. “You two have fun. Don’t…”

He glanced back at them, looking at Kurapika who narrowed his eyes. “Meh, never mind.”

Their tall friend walked towards the men’s locket room, leaving them alone.

“What do you think he meant by that?” (Name) asked, turning to Kurapika. His face was red again, knowing exactly what Leorio had been hinting at.

“… I don’t try to understand him.”

(Name) laughed, peeking at him. “So, do you want to keep playing, or…”

He looked away, feeling his elf get excited again. “Let’s play something… else.”

She nodded, thinking for a second before grinning. “How about truth or dare?”

“Truth or dare? I haven’t heard of that before.”

(Name) perked up, Kurapika having to push her shoulders down a little when her tits rose above the water. “Whoops, sorry! So, truth or dare is a game where you ask a persons “truth, or dare?”. If they pick truth, they have to answer any question you ask with the truth. If they pick dare, you have to do something they dare you to do.”

Kurapika nodded slowly, humming. “I see. So if I asked you truth or dare and you said truth, you have to answer with the truth?”

“Yes!”

‘Interesting.’

“Why don’t you go first, (Name)? An example would help me understand better.”

(Name) smiled shyly. “Okay, Kurapika. Truth or dare?”

He thought for a second, tapping his nails against the edge of the hot spring. “Hmmm… dare.”

“Oh, really?”

She smirks at him, getting a little closer, inches away from him. “I dare you…”

His face turned red, the anticipation making his heart pound.

“To do a hand stand!”

Kurapika blinked, taking a moment to process her dare before frowning. “No, I’m not doing that.”

“But Kurapika, that’s how you play the game! You can’t give up on the first date!”

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. The blondes lip twitched, unable to say no when she was asking so nicely.

“Fine, but you have to turn away while I-“

“But how am I supposed to know you did it if I look away?”

He groaned. “(Name). If I do a handstand now you’ll see my-“

“I know.”

He blinked at her, in absolute disbelief. “You…”

She laughed, bumping her hip against his. “Come on, I’ll just see your butt. I already told you it’s cute.”

He stuttered, eyes looking everywhere but her. “C-cute? I…”

Kurapika sighs, backing up a little. “Okay, okay. Just stand back.”

She did, giggling as he dove under the water, his lower half rising above the water.

Alas, he wasn’t tall enough for his ass to rise above the water. ‘Aww, I wanted to see his cute butt…’

(Name) waited for a moment for him to resurface, and when he did she felt… worried.

“Ahh… I feel…”

Kurapika fell forward, (Name) rushing to catch him.

“Mmph!”

His face landed in her boobs, the girl yelping. “K-Kurapika!”

She wanted to push him off, but could tell something was off. He was panting, eyes squeezed shut and his face burning up. “Shit, you’re overheating!”

She gently led him to the edge of the hot spring, looking away as she lifted him out. (Name) pretended she didn’t feel something hard graze against her leg as she helped him out, instead focusing on pulling a towel over herself and running to the locker room.

He felt a towel fall into his and a cool rag press into his forehead. “Ahh…”

“Does that feel good, Pika?”

His eyes shot open, the towel rising a little when she leaned forward to offer him a sip of water. “Here, you got too hot. Drink.”

He did so, relaxing as he sipped on the cool water she got him. “Better?”

Kurapika nodded, looking down at his lap and pulling the towel to it covered his chest too. “Yes…”

He felt embarrassed that he’s gotten overheated like that so easily. “Sorry… are we still playing truth or dare?”

(Name) laughed, offering him her hand. “We can pick it up later, I think it’s time for bed.”

He allowed her to pull him to his feet, grateful when she turned away so he could wrap the towel around his waist.

They walked through the woman’s locker room, (Name) allowing him to lean against her as she led him down the hall. ‘Poor guy, he looks exhausted.’

She was about to pass by her room when she paused. “Kurapika?”

He hummed in response, nearly nodding off against her shoulder.

“… why don’t you stay with me tonight? I’m worried about you, you still look like you’re burning up.”

He blinked sleepily at her, not able to think clearly. “Okay… sounds…”

He nearly fell asleep, the girl having to catch him before he fell. “Hey! Ugh…”

(Name) dragged him into her room, sitting him on her bed before pulling out her pajamas and changing in her bathroom. She threw him one of her hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. “Put this on, I’ll be right back, okay?”

She left to get a wet rag, coming back. “Oh, Pika…”

He was cuddled up in her bed, panting as sweat beaded down his forehead. She walked over to sit next to him, placing the rag on his forward before climbing in next to him.

“Goodnight, Pika.”

(Name) gave him a kiss on the cheek before cuddling into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her before she fell asleep.

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melis-writes · 1 year

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❓ What is Vichael? : Vichael is Victoria and Michael's official ship name. These two lovebirds are canonically married and in love with each other as we know it in Moth to Flame, of course! Here you'll be able to find every smut and non-smut written prompts for Victoria and Michael. You can check the tags of the prompts for #canon and #not canon prompts!

SMUT PROMPTS (18+ only).

Valentine's Day.

Victoria begging Michael to let her cum.

Victoria giving Michael a blowjob in the car.

Michael dirty talks to Victoria at a party.

Hotel sex on a fancy vacation to Cuba.

Victoria catches Michael touching himself to the thought of her.

Rough sex on the villa balcony in Sicily.

Day sex with a praise kink.

Victoria dirty talking to Michael about how big he is during sex.

Phone sex.

The first time Victoria gave Michael a blowjob.

Victoria relaxing Michael with a massage.

Victoria strip teasing Michael.

Michael takes Victoria upstairs at Connie's wedding.

Michael fingering Victoria in the bathroom at a party.

Michael asks Victoria to hold her robe open.

Michael cumming on Victoria's face after a blowjob.

"Please fuck me harder, Michael. Please!"

Victoria and Michael in the bathtub.

Rough sex causing Victoria to get hurt a little bit + Michael's comfort.

Make up sex after a fight.

The twins wondering why their parents are "fighting" at night.

(AU) Victoria and Michael have 8 children together.

"You'll take what I give you and be thankful for it."

Bottle of wine + hotel room and sweet love making.

Michael seduces Victoria in her office.

Victoria wanting Michael to knock her up again.

Victoria gives Michael a blowjob in his office.

"I won't stop until you cum in my mouth."

Michael spanking Victoria.

Michael spanking Victoria (Part 2) - The next day.

Sonny accidentally noticing Michael and Victoria fucking.

Victoria surprisingly Michael with sexy lingerie.

(AU) Victoria finds out Michael's cheating on her.

Victoria wanting public sex with Michael.

Victoria telling Michael to knock her up.

"Tell me who you belong to."

Soft smut during the honeymoon the morning after.

"Strip for me, darling."

“Oh you can be smug about it now Victoria, but remember who is going to be tying you to the bed tonight.”

Michael telling Victoria she's his.

Victoria giving Michael a handjob.

Victoria sitting on Michael's lap and causing him to get hard.

"Michael, please just let me cum."

“S’my cunt, can touch it whenever I fucking please.”

Michael slipping his hand under Victoria's dress at dinner.

"Let me have all of you, Victoria." (Identical Prompt 2)

Michael and Victoria fucking secretly before their wedding.

Michael grabbing Victoria's ass in front of Sonny.

“Other women can look at you all they want, it doesn’t bother me."

"I've never seen you so whiny for my cock before. Bend over and take it like the slut you are."

“M’gonna ruin you for any other man. I promise you that. No one else is gonna make you fall apart on their cock over and over again like I can."

"You are not going anywhere wearing a dress that short!"

Sex in a limousine.

Michael teases Victoria about wanting to eat her out in public.

Victoria facefucking Michael.

Michael comes home from a business trip to Victoria in nothing but panties.

Michael hears Victoria having a wet dream.

Michael hears Victoria having a wet dream: Part II.

“If you want me to keep going, then fucking look at me.”

Victoria touching herself for Michael to watch.

NON-SMUT PROMPTS (18+ still applies).

Michael caring for Victoria after she breaks a rib from giving birth.

Michael and Victoria snuggling up together after a long day.

Michael comforting an upset Victoria due to a problem at her workplace.

Victoria taking care of Michael sick with the flu.

Michael and Victoria parenting Niccolo having a temper tantrum.

Michael teaching the children Italian.

Affectionate/romantic Michael with Victoria a few days after their wedding.

Michael and Victoria go to sleep fighting only for everyone to realize/figure it out in the morning.

Michael and Victoria slowdancing on their honeymoon.

Michael and Victoria parenting after Verona and Niccolo get their grades/report cards.

(AU, TFG3) Victoria dies in Michael's arms.

Rita attempts to seduce Michael while Victoria's pregnant.

Michael surprising the children with a puppy.

Victoria having a miscarriage after catching Michael cheating.

(AU) Michael and Victoria get together again after a divorce.

(AU) Michael and Victoria yearn for one another again after a divorce.

(AU TGF3) Victoria and Michael welcome another baby 20+ years later.

Michael insults Victoria.

Michael insults Victoria - Part 2.

(AU) Victoria asking Tom to serve Michael divorce papers.

Michael and Victoria attend a marines reunion party.

(AU) Michael and Victoria get back together after a year apart.

(AU) Michael cheats on Victoria.

(AU) Victoria and Michael's fifth child is stillborn.

Victoria and Michael parenting as baby Emilia (AU) says her first word.

(AU) Victoria tells Michael about her last lover/relationship.

(AU) Victoria asks for a divorce and Michael refuses.

Victoria bursting into tears due to pregnancy hormones while arguing with Michael.

Michael and Victoria parenting with baby James.

Michael and Victoria parenting while being outside during a shooting happening.

Victoria finds out about Apollonia's pregnancy.

Victoria finds out about Apollonia's pregnancy - Part 2.

Victoria finds out about Apollonia's pregnancy - Part 3.

Victoria and Michael parenting as baby James wants to be a lawyer like his mother when he's older.

Michael anxious/impatient outside of the delivery room as Victoria gives birth.

(AU) Michael shuts the door in Victoria's face after she cheats on him.

Michael's reaction to Carlo hitting a pregnant Victoria. (Identical Prompt 2) (Identical Prompt 3)

Michael sketching Victoria naked.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Verona being spoiled by Michael.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Baby James being a wholesome and cute mama's boy.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Baby James being like Michael's double.

Someone tells the media about a fight Michael and Victoria had.

Michael soothing Victoria when she has a panic attack.

Victoria giving birth to baby Emilia (AU) and baby James being supportive.

'Drunk' Michael confessing to Victoria.

Michael and Victoria parenting - comforting the children during a thunderstorm. (Second identical prompt).

Michael getting shot to protect the family + his injury recovery.

Michael and Victoria parenting - The twins ask for a pet for their birthday.

(AU) Victoria has a miscarriage + Michael's worried reaction.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Verona asking if her parents will ever divorce.

Michael and Victoria Christmas shopping together.

Victoria ends up staying late at work.

Michael and Victoria parenting - The twins hear their parents arguing.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Eating gelato with the children.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Verona trips on the docks and falls into the water.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Verona cuddling her father.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Baby Verona fussy and only calming down when her father soothes her.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Victoria ill as Michael takes care of the children.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Little James being his father's mini version.

Michael and Victoria parenting - Little Verona asks Michael why he wants more sons.

Victoria referring to Michael as "Godfather".

Everyone surprised to see Michael laughing with Victoria for once.

Victoria making dinner and Michael teasing her.

"Don't leave me" / "Don't let me".

(AU) Michael and Victoria divorce - "I'll never smile again until I smile at you".

“If you want to stare at her so much Michael why don’t you just take her to bed? I’m sure I can find Sonny wondering about here somewhere.”

“Can’t you see my heart has been ripped right out my chest?"

Victoria surprises Michael with a new dress.

(AU) Michael and Victoria meeting 10 years after their divorce.

“I could kill Alphonse with my bare hands.”

"You may refer to her as Mrs. Corleone."

“Fuck this wine. Fuck this pasta and fuck these cannolis too! You can go fuck yourself tonight Michael because I’m certainly not.”

“Honey, you lied when you said you loved me and I had no cause to doubt you but I’d rather go on hearing your lies than to go on living without you.”

Victoria's revenge.

Victoria threatening to leave Michael.

"Please let me touch you baby… I really need you. I'm really sorry sweetheart."

Victoria defending Tom's name.

“How can you even look at another woman that way?”

"Victoria, if anyone decides to take what is mine, I am ready to destroy the whole world."

“I wish you would mean what you say.”

Michael and Victoria parenting - Feeding the twins.

Hurt/Comfort: Michael injured after a business meeting gone wrong.

Victoria’s Beauty: Michael’s reaction to attention over her.

Michael dies in Victoria’s arms.

Michael and Victoria resolve a fight/argument.

#godfather au #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #vichael #prompts #michael corleone #smut prompts #michael corleone fanfic #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone x oc #godfather x reader #the godfather

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The Strawhat Crew vs. Ramadan (Muslim!reader)

✩.* My gift to the Muslims who acc get to fast on the first day of Ramadan (I’m so jelly omg ☹️)

✩.* Tags: Ramadan, Muslim reader, ig somewhat ignorance from the crew??

“Yum!” Luffy tore into plates and plates of food before you. Since boarding the ship, you’d definitely taken a more sisterly role with him, to the point he felt the need to share his beloved food with you. “Here! Try, s’really good.” He waved a piece of meat in your face, waiting for you to take a bite.

“Can’t, Lu,” You smiled awkwardly as you pushed his hand back towards his face. “Looks good though…”

Luffy’s head tilted to the side as he looked at you with pondering curiosity. “But Sanji made it just how you like.”

“I knowww,” you groaned, imagine how the meat was feel between your teeth. “But I’m fasting, I can’t eat until—“ you checked your watch. “In five hours.”

“Until in five hours?”

“Until in five hours.” You sighed. A heat emanated from the day that made you want to tear your hair out from under your headscarf. Staying inside wasn’t an option as you were scared of getting sea sick in this sudden humidity as well as the lack of ventilation.

Luffy stared at you as he chewed, pondering in awkward silence as he racked his brain on why on earth you had a limit for food. “Are you on those diet things?”

“Pardon?” You scoffed.

“Well Robin told me that sometimes girls can’t eat all the time so they can be thin, but you seem pretty thin, all your clothes are baggy on you.”

You laughed at his words before going back to dangling your feet from the side of the boat you and him were perched on. You didn’t think he was serious until you realised he wasn’t laughing. “Oh wait, you’re serious?” He nodded.

You sat there with him for a good long while, enjoying the bore of the seren blue whilst you explained. Ramadan was finally here after you’d finally made up your fasts a few days prior.

Luffy stared at you in, what you assumed, was awe. He couldn’t comprehend the idea of not eating for that long. He looked up at the sky and it seemed the sun had yet to set. Unfortunately, the warmer seasons let days drag on for what seemed like forever and he felt a little sorry for you.

He whipped his head around making sure nobody was looking before waving his snack in your face once more. “Here, eat, eat,” he used a hand to cover the side of his face, like a little kid sharing a secret. “I won’t tell your God, you can take some!”

At least he has the spirit, right?

“Pardon?”

“I said I can’t eat this, Sanji,” You blinked at the taller man after he ushered you to the table to eat. You had to admit you felt slightly impolite denying tea after skipping breakfast and lunch, but Ramadan had just started and you were more determined than ever to get through this month without any problems.

The past couple of days were already spent making a few up so you’d already gotten used to the feeling, the hunger pangs subsiding. “I’m fasting.”

His eyebrows furrowed together slightly in what, you feared was, hurt. “I’m not gonna force you to eat the food if you don't want it, y’know?”

You waved your hands in defence. “I’m being so serious right now.” You assured him as best as you could.

The claims for innocence were definitely heard as the two of you spent the next 30 minutes sitting in the kitchen with you explaining the concept of Ramadan in the most intricate detail you could.

“So you don’t eat for— what— 15 to 16 hours?” His voice was husky as he hummed deep in thought about it. You nodded, happy he was finally getting it. “But couldn’t you fill yourself up with water throughout the day?”

“Nope, no water either.”

“No water?” His eyebrows raised as he looked at you with near sympathy. “Surely it gets hard, no mon cheri?”

You put a finger to your chin and thought about the best answer to give. “I mean, you get used to it after the first day, and I’ve been doing it for a while now I’m used to it!”

Sanji had spent the rest of his day thinking of ways to make your iftar one to remember, with new found determination once you’d told him that this cycle would continue for a month straight.

He buzzed around you, making sure to take notes of what you wanted to eat and ignoring Luffy’s pouted requests of any meat dish.

“C’mon you can listen to Luffy,” you smiled as you chuckled at his frown. “Besides, anything you make will be sufficient.”

He sighed. “You sure?”

“100 percent

You sat with Robin in the shaded area of the deck. Your head rested on her lap as she read her book, her hand idly running across the top of your hijab. Robin was the big sister you never had. She was so smart and pretty (mashallah), you couldn’t help but look up to her and she relished in the fact she could and would protect you. She saw a little bit of herself in you, something she’d never let you get wind of.

“Say, what do you plan to eat for Iftar? I don’t think we have dates.” She hummed.

You blinked up at her, groggy and head spinning, disoriented due to the weird “nap” you were pulling in and out of. “Huh?”

“It is Ramadan today, no?”

“Yeah…” you rubbed your eyes and sat up. “Yeah! It is!” You smiled, almost as if you’d forgotten why you were so hungry.

She laughed at you before helping you up. “Well we can make a stop quickly at the next island and see if we can pick up some dates, hm?”

“Yes please!”

Robin made it her mission to try and formulate the perfect Iftar for you with the help of Sanji. She read what she had to read and jotted down every vitamin and mineral you should have for the perfect balance.

She observed your prayer, had you teach her a little Quran and by the end of the day, her head was steaming with information she was previously oblivious to.

She had the widest, cutest smile on her face during Iftar, in which the whole crew tried not to eat in front of you.

“Why do you look so chipper?” You chuckled, nudging her arm as she bit into a samosa.

“I love Ramadan.”

#one piece #muslim reader #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #I frigginlove Ramadan #ramadan Kareem guysss

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Here For You ❤️

What a sweet request 🥺 I loved it! Thanks for sending it in. I hope you like how I used the prompts 🖤 Word Count: 746 Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Original Request from @judgementdaysunshine: Can I have Adam Copeland x Fem reader with the prompts “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what” + “You’re one of the best people I know”

Disclaimers: None! 100% fluff 🙂

When you're going through a rough patch, Adam Copeland is there to help you through it...

Lately you’ve been down on your luck, most days it feels as if nothing goes right. There was one incident in particular that you felt set things in motion though. During Dynamite a couple weeks ago, you had a title match against the TBS champion Julia Hart. Everything was going well until the last few minutes when you slipped on something in the ring, causing you to stumble and mess up the move you were trying to land on Julia. In the end, both of you ended up getting hurt. Julia suffered a shoulder injury, and you sprained your ankle.

While slipping wasn’t your fault, there were several fans and even a few coworkers that blamed you for everything. The number of hateful comments and posts you were tagged in on social media took a toll on your psyche, really hurting your self-esteem and mental health. You already felt terrible about the injuries you and Julia both sustained, but the added hate you were receiving made it that much worse.

You were still traveling with AEW, even with your ankle in a boot and walking with crutches. You saw the way some of the people backstage looked at you making it clear that they were still skeptical or upset about the incident. You had turned off notifications for all your social media accounts and stopped checking it as often as you used to. One night during Dynamite, you were standing off to the side backstage watching on a monitor when you heard a familiar voice call out to you, “There’s my girl!” If it weren’t for Adam, the last couple of weeks would’ve been so much worse than they already were. While you were falling apart, he was there for you every step of the way. He was your protector and confidant, the giver of the best bear hugs. The weight of the world didn’t feel as heavy when you turned slowly and took in the sight of his bright smile, releasing a sigh of relief when he wrapped you in his arms. “I’m glad I found you, I’ve been looking everywhere. How are you?” Adam spoke softly with his cheek resting on the top of your head. You nuzzled in closer to him, enjoying the safety his arms provided from the world around you. “I’m fine, just glad you’re here now,” you replied timidly. Adam pulled back a little, not letting you go completely before he called you on your bluff, “That’s not very convincing. What’s wrong?” You tried reassuring Adam that you really were fine, but he knew better. He probably knows you better than you know yourself! He invited you back to his locker room so the two of you could talk more, and you happily agreed after getting a dirty look from a production team member.

Adam closed the door behind him before taking a seat next to you on the couch. “So, what’s up? And don’t say nothing because you know I won’t let that slide,” he prompted. You took a deep breath and began explaining everything you had been feeling recently. “I just can’t believe anyone would think I would hurt Julia on purpose! That’s not my style or how I do things. It’s like no matter what I do or what I say, no one believes it. I talked to Julia about everything and she’s not even mad at me. It was an accident, but it feels like I’m guilty until I can prove that I’m innocent, you know?” Adam sat back and listened to everything you had to say, not interrupting you once or acting uninterested as you carried on. He knew that letting all your thoughts and emotions out would be therapeutic, so he didn’t want to say anything until you were finished. “The people who really matter know it was an accident Y/N. It’s easier said than done, but you just gotta ignore the hate. It’ll all blow over eventually and things will get back to normal. You’re one of the best people I know! You’d never hurt anyone on purpose,” Adam spoke gently. Your conversation continued for a while longer, and by the end of it you felt so much better. You thanked Adam for listening to you and for his advice, earning a warm smile from him in return. Before the two of you left the locker room, he reminded you of one last thing, “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what…”

#adam copeland #adam edge copeland #adam copeland imagine #aew #all elite wrestling #fanfiction #aew fanfiction #fanfic #adam copeland fanfic #adam copeland x reader #adam copeland fanfiction #edge wwe #rated r superstar

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vevethirst · 1 year

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I wanted to request something for scotty where the reader is a cashier at the grocery store and scotty constantly goes to the store to see her every time.

finally i got this out!! i have the two other requests in the works💓 thank you for your patience lovelies it feels great to write again

requests: open!

warnings: semi-stalking/obsession

proof read: kinda? let me know if there’s mistakes !

a/n: i’m so happy to be writing again! i’ve been so busy with a lot of different things but i’ll definitely be able to write more frequently💕 enjoy! anon used she/her pronouns so this is a fem reader. also is this worthy of a part 2? be sure to always lmk if you want to be on my tag list!

word count: you know as much as me🥲

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼. 𖤣𖥧

Scotty x fem!cashier reader

It was a Tuesday. 6:30 pm. You were working your evening shift as a cashier just as you usually would, scanning items with music in half your ear. While scanning a customers few items, chips and some sodas, you felt eyes on you. After finishing up with your customer you slowly scanned the room and spotted her. Kinda short kinda not, dark brown hair brushed back. “She’s cute”, you thought. To be honest you truly didn’t mind her eyes on you. She must have noticed you staring right back at her because she looked away from rather quickly. You giggled quietly to yourself, finding her shyness to be adorable. You watched as she quickly left the store after checking out. And frowned to yourself knowing you probably wouldn’t see her again, or so you thought.

After stepping out of the bus you caught your mind wandering to that girl you saw in the store. The way she looked at you utterly star struck despite the two of you having never met in your lives. The way she unconsciously smiled at you, it made your heart flutter even though you couldn’t quite figure out why. You thought about her for the rest of the night until you eventually fell asleep.

Eventually you made it to work, a rather boring job but it sufficed. You continued on as you normally would, except today you couldn’t get that girl off your mind. What’s her name? What’s she like? Is she a college student? Or maybe she already has a nice job? You snapped out of your thoughts to the sound of someone’s voice, “Hello? Um..just these please.” You began to stammer, a little embarrassed, “Oh! Yes I’m sorry, here let me get these for you.” You grabbed a hold of the items on the scanner, and suddenly realized you felt eyes practically burning into your head. Looking up hesitantly you were met with the girl you’ve been thinking about for an entire 24 hours. “Oh!..Hey! I recognize you!” You said with a smile. “I..um..recognize you too.” She replied, you could tell she was nervous, but you found it adorable. “What’s your name? Mine’s Y/N!” “I’m Scotty”

From then on you began noticing her more. She was at the store when your shift started and you caught multiple glances of her until your shift ended. You must admit at some point it did feel a bit like stalking, but you chalked it up to her just being too shy to approach you, which is partially true. It continued on like this until you decided that it was time to have a genuine conversation with her. You called in for your lunch break and approached her.

“Hey”

“Oh- hi..”

“Is there a reason you won’t come and talk to me? I promise I don’t bite”, you smiled at her.

She slouched into her shoulders, averting her gaze from yours.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be creepy. I just think you’re beautiful.”

Your eyes widen, and you felt your face heat up at the compliment.

“Wow thank you. I don’t…I don’t think anyone’s ever really called me that.”

“Really? Well that’s what I think. You’re so beautiful.” She says with a small smile

“Thank you Scotty. Hey, what’s your number?”

I feel like this is really short for my first fic. Forgive me please, I’m still trying to get the hang of writing again. Pls lmk if this wasn’t to your standards anon🤍. Thanks so much for reading! Part 2?

#vevethirst #scotty banana #vivienne scott #bananauk #bananaukshow #scotty x reader

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bunnys-kisses · 2 years

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eyes are the windows to the soul - aki hayakawa

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: plumes of smoke pricked at your eyes as you sat at the window in the rundown hotel room aki booked for the both of you. in all honesty this wasn’t some romantic getaway, you didn’t even know this man prior to him picking you up from the red light district and driving to this dive of a hotel. tags: sex worker!reader, clothed sex (on aki’s part), smut a/n: i’ve been thinking about posting more? what do you think? maybe about twice a week if inspiration strikes? i’m worried of setting a schedule and not following through with it due to life. i don’t know, let me know. xoxo, bunny

plumes of smoke pricked at your eyes as you sat at the window in the rundown hotel room aki booked for the both of you. in all honesty this wasn’t some romantic getaway, you didn’t even know this man prior to him picking you up from the red light district and driving to this dive of a hotel.

sex worker and patron. this is what you were to pay the bills now. what you expected was going to be a fifteen minute affair that would leave you feeling empty had drawn out to over two hours of him smoking and you city watching.

“does it make you nervous when i stare?” he asked, those blues eyes staring at you. clouded by cigarette smoke before he stubbed it out in the ashtray. he leaned closer and tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear, “do i scare you?”

you looked over at him, this was your first time. your first client. what you expected was an old, balding salary worker. not a young devil hunter. you carefully leaned into his touch as he rubbed your cheek.

“devils scare me.” you admitted.

“well.” he replied, “i kill devils. so i guess you’re not scared of me. can i kiss you?” he pulled his hand away from your jaw. you nodded meekly and he leaned in to kiss you tenderly on the cheek before he reached to you and pulled your face to his. the kiss soft and tender, pushing boundaries without breaking them. when he pulled away he whispered, “i won’t hurt you.”

you looked at him, blue staring back. it felt like he had captured your soul. you leaned into his touch a little more when he cupped your cheek. you couldn’t read the expression on his face. for all you knew he was going to pull a knife and cut your throat. this could all be a sick game, toying with his prey until his got bored.

by hour three, he kissed you on the forehead and left with a wad of cash on the nightstand. he told you to stay warm, it was january after all. your gaze followed him as he slipped on his suit jacket and left the hotel room without another word. not sure what else to do, you turned back to the window and stayed in the rundown hotel until you had to check out in the morning. the lingering smell of stale smokes on your dress and hair as you took the train back to your equally pathetic apartment.

being in the life of aki hayakawa was strange. over the course of a few months, he’d pay for a room, smoke while you watched the city, leave cash and go home. or at least you thought he went home. you saw him on the news sometimes when there was a devil around the city.

eventually he stopped lingering around the streets of the red light district in the hopes of finding you and asked for your number. it was easier to call you to find a place to meet than search for you every week.

he treated you like a delicate object, his touches were feather soft, his kisses were short yet lingered. when you tried to ask about the rolls of bandages on his body, he simply told you he was protecting you. you were scared of devils after all.

then slowly, as winter turned into spring and the days got longer. the touches between you two grew hotter. eventually lying in bed in the dead of night as frost melted off the window, making out. his hair out of that ponytail and falling like cascades to his shoulders.

then one april night, as the city buzzed outside the hotel window. he asked, tasting like spearmint gum and stale smoke, “will you have sex with me?” your fingers in his hair as you stared down at him, laid on top of him.

you kissed his lips once more and said, “aki, you could’ve fucked me this entire time. i’m a hooker.”

he cupped your face, and pulled you into a searing kiss. his tongue in your mouth as he started to reach for the back of your skimpy, shiny red dress. his heart was pounding his chest as he continued to kiss you and feel you up. when he pulled away, his cheeks were hot and his blue eyes dilated. between pants he said, “to me, you’re so much more.”

you smiled at him and placed a hand on his chest as you sat up on your knees to pull the dress of your body. a little maneuvering got the article of clothing off followed by what you wore underneath. in your naked glory, you straddled his clothed waist.

he swallowed, “you are beautiful.”

the corners of your mouth upturned in a small smile, “thank you, aki. you’re not too bad yourself.” before you leaned back a little and unbuckled his leather belt. you watched him take a condom out of dress pant pocket. once you got his cock out of his pants, you made quick work to put the condom on his cock. you were impressed by his size, around seven and a quarter inches, curved slightly. it was pink at the tip and had a large vein running up the side. you were careful with your nails to put the condom on, a positive pregnancy test was the last thing you needed right now.

his breath shuddered as he gaze up at you, those dark blues once again staring directly into your soul. you inhaled deeply before you slowly sat yourself down on his cock. one hand on his shaft and the other on his toned stomach to leverage yourself as you sank down.

you made a small noise in the back of your throat as you settled yourself down on his length. the fullness of your insides as you sank down on him. you felt his balls rest against your ass you placed both hands on his chest, hovering over him, your hair getting his face.

he looked at you like he had seen an angel.

“how do you feel?” he asked as he put his hands on your hips. he had sex before with various different people, but the way he looked at you. it was unlike anything before. this was paid, but he felt a tremor in his body as your pussy wrapped around him.

you looked at him with worry, “how do you feel?” as you splayed your hands across his clothed chest. it felt a little weird of you being totally naked and him being fully clothed, but you persevered regardless. most girls like you couldn’t afford to be picky if money was on the line and aki had been so sweet to you.

“i feel good, this feels amazing.” he said, he leaned his head up to kiss whatever part of skin he could get his lips on. feeling the thrum of blood through your body and your racing pulse. he looked up from his position between your breasts, “does it scare you when i stare?”

you ran your fingers through his hair, “no.” and dragged your hand down to his face, cupping his right cheek, “i like when you stare at me, it feels weighted but in a good way. like i’m the only woman in the world right now.”

“to me, at this moment, you are.” he replied, “i can’t take my eyes off of you.” then kissed your left breast before he laid back down on the bed, letting his hair frame his head on the pillow.

you exhaled once more before you started to move your hips. slowly rolling them as not to set the pace to high. painted nails raked his clothed chest before you splayed them out once more for support.

“tell me if it hurts.” you said.

“you could never hurt me.” he responded as he hands dug into your hips, slowly moving with you too. blue eyes like sapphires stared up at you, blush crept down his neck. he occasionally licked his lips as he met your pace.

bit by bit your pace grew, you worked your hips against him and the squelching of sex in the bedroom as the air heated up left you both in a bliss. the sound of the hotel bed creaking and your breathing filled the room followed by small moans and other noises from you both.

the sex picked up speed until your breasts were moving from the movement as you pushed yourself up and down his length. his cheeks were stained red with a blush as his breathing laboured. blunt nails dug into your hips as you rode him.

the corner of your mouth curled up into a smirk as you watched his poor attempt to restrain himself. you curved your back to kiss him passionately, your body moved against his as bouncing against him as you made out.

the kiss was hot and wet, saliva stuck to the corner of your lips as it became sloppier and more intense. you never kissed clients, but aki after so many months was different. you’d let him do anything to you, if it wasn’t for the money it was the blooming affection you had for him.

when you pulled away, you panted and held onto his tie as you continued to thrust yourself up and down on his cock. his eyes rolled back a little as he felt you clench around him. it was a sensation like nothing else.

you really were a dream in his eyes.

he thrusted up into you, keeping pace of your rapid movements as he watched your expression shift to that of immense pleasure. you let out sharp, high moans as your eyes looked up at the ceiling. your heart was like a hummingbird’s wings and the warm air made you hot all over.

the smell of sex and cigarettes as you fucked on the creaky bed. your toes curled as you felt the sensation of orgasm become a full tidal wave over your body. it wasn’t long before you dropped your top half on his clothed chest and rutted against him like a bitch in heat, edging your orgasm.

aki’s hands travelled to your ass as he thrusted up into you, both of you on the verge of an orgasm. he drilled into you until you were seeing stars behind your eyes as you closed them in anticipation for your orgasm.

soon your voice got caught in your throat as the wave of orgasm took you under, aki at the same time let out a long, hard groan as he finished in the condom. thankfully nothing broke. both of you deflated against one another on the bed as you both tried to level out your breathing.

you remained on his chest, bare breasts rested against the wrinkled dress shirt. your hand found his tie as you pulled him in for a kiss, his softened cock limp against your inner thigh and your thighs were slick from the lube of the condom.

when you pulled away he lips found your ear as you came down from your high, a low rumble in his voice as he said, “i have an entire pack of condoms and a stack of over fifteen million yen in my jacket pocket. let me spoil you tonight.”

you knew that was closer to fourteen thousand dollars, but that was better than going back out in the red light district. your lips were mere centimetres away from his. you said simply, “then take me, mr. hayakawa.”

#aki hayakawa #aki x reader #aki x you #aki x y/n #aki smut #aki hayakawa smut #csm smut #csm x reader #csm aki #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man aki #aki chainsaw man #aki csm #bunny writes

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steddieas-shegoes · 11 months

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wip wednesday (actually thursday oops)

I got tagged by @nburkhardt (thank youuuu sorry I am late and not following directions but what else is new) and didn't even get a chance to actually post it yesterday. I also only do one WIP at a time because my brain cannot do more than that so the fun game you guys are doing just cannot happen in this household and I am so sorry 🥺 but here is a preview of some of chapter 4 of it led me to you, which should be out tonight sometime if I can manage to get this last bit figured out!

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He cornered Eddie after school, usually in a rush to get to practice, but the season ended last week and he didn’t have any more responsibilities until tonight.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you aren’t graduating!”

Eddie flinched at Steve’s volume, his sudden anger making him wish he reacted more like Wayne did.

“It wasn’t important.”

“What do you mean it wasn’t important? Eds, we’ve worked so hard for this all year.”

“Yeah until you got busy. I tried to fend for myself and I failed. So. I’ll be there to cheer for you, but I won’t be walking across the stage.”

God, he hoped Steve would just drop it.

“What do you mean? I’m never too busy for you.”

It was a nice sentiment, if completely untrue. Maybe Steve believed he was never too busy for him, but the facts were that his schedule was filled and hardly ever with Eddie for the last few months.

“Steve, it’s fine. Just drop it.”

“Steve? Since when am I Steve to you?”

“Since I’ve barely spent any time with you! You were too busy for the last two Hellfire campaigns, and you didn’t ask me to go to any of your games, and you barely come to the trailer anymore for dinner. Wayne thought I did something to piss you off because you never showed up anymore. The guys started asking me if you found a girlfriend since you stopped coming to band practice. And I had to tell them that I didn’t know, because I don’t! I have no idea what’s going on in your life other than that you’re graduating. I know you’re busy and I’m not expecting to be a priority, but I figured you could at least find some time during the week to check in. I knew I wasn’t graduating since spring break and you just now realized it. That should tell you everything.”

Eddie felt like he was going to puke.

He never thought he’d be saying this kind of stuff to Steve, never thought their friendship would be anything less than perfect.

He never thought he would be watching Steve graduate while he had to return to another senior year.

Steve looked like he was going to cry, but Eddie felt like he was going to cry.

“I didn’t know it was hurting you so much.”

For some reason, that pissed Eddie off even more.

“You didn’t know it hurt me to know that my best friend had more important things to do than hang out with me?”

“No! I just-“

“Forget it. Wayne has a celebration dinner planned for you for the day after graduation, so I guess I’ll see you then.”

“No, Eddie, wait!”

Eddie ignored him, walking as quickly as he could towards his van.

Steve could easily catch up, he was much more in shape than Eddie was, but he didn’t.

And that spoke volumes to Eddie.

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sorry for the angst (but not really because the amount of fluff that is coming is sickening and almost more than this needs)

I'm not gonna tag anyone since I'm late to the party, but anyone can feel free to give an update on something they're working on if they want to!

#wip wednesday #but actually thursday #sorry #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #it led me to you

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pleasurebuttonwrites · 2 years

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Hung the Moon (Chapter 6)

Chapter 5 | Masterlist | Chapter 7

Pairings: Marc Spector x f!Reader, Steven Grant x f!Reader, Jake Lockley x f!Reader

Summary: You go to Marc for help.

Rating: Mature

Content: ANGST! Language, violence, gun violence (no descriptions of gore)

Word count: 4K

A/N: Thank you all for your kind comments!!!

A few notes for this part:

1. I’m mostly following the canon of the show and the events in this series occur some time after season 1. However, I’ve completely removed Layla from the story. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE her in the show. I just didn’t want to tackle Marc and Layla divorcing (because I really like them together) but I also wanted Marc to be single, so…

2. I’ve included some elements from the Marvel comic’s universe, but I am only somewhat familiar with their histories in the comics, so I’m making up pretty much whatever I want here. While these things are elements of the story, it’s not important to understand anything about them. However, if you are familiar with the artifact (finally revealed here) and what it can do, I really loved the idea of Marc having it all this time and not using it. I may expand on that in a later part, I may not.

Tags: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ajeff855 @bnamta @unspokenmoon @milkymoon2483 @valkyrieace @theimpalasdoctorin221b @hopefulfangirl24 @bucksgoat @rmoonstoner @foreverinwanderlust @am-3-thyst

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The streets are wet when you leave your hotel, but you barely notice. The rain has stopped, but you barely notice. The sky is clear with the full moon shining bright, but you barely notice.

You probably shouldn’t be walking this late at night, but instead of calling a car, you try Jake again. You know he won’t answer, but you try him again.

Your feet pound the pavement - harder than is necessary - as if you need to be reminded that you’re solid, you’re on the earth, you haven’t drifted away.

You cross the street and step right into a puddle. It doesn’t slow you down, not even when the water soaks into your sock and the chill sets into your skin.

Their flat is farther than you remembered. How long have you been walking?

You’re standing outside their door. How did you get there so quickly? You raise your fist to knock. Who’s going to answer? You rap your knuckles on the wood. Who do you want to answer?

Earlier, after Jake had left your hotel, you fell asleep again. You woke a few hours later, the last rays of the sun casting a dim glow through your window. Steven had texted you while you were sleeping and you messaged him back. Then you got a bite to eat at that place on the corner you kept passing and had been wanting to check out. You got the number three with the special sauce. It was fucking delicious. You don’t remember now how it tasted.

You knock again, louder this time.

After sleeping all day, you couldn’t get to sleep that night. You turned on the TV and watched some reality show about famous people living in a house together and hooking up. You didn’t know who any of them were. But after two episodes you had opinions. It was as they were revealing who got voted off that week that the text came through.

You should have been sleeping. You shouldn’t have seen the text until the morning. But you weren’t and you did. You saw it right away.

The locks are clicking open on the other side of the door.

You shouldn’t be here. You’re not supposed to be here. If you’d had any other choice, you wouldn’t be. But you can’t wait around for another week - or more - to talk to Jake. You can’t even wait another hour. You have to do something.

Now.

The door swings open. He’s wearing blue striped pajama bottoms and a grey T-shirt with the neckline all stretched out. He’s barefoot. His hair is sticking up in the back. He’s squinting at you through tired eyes. You don’t know who he is.

Neither of you says anything.

He blinks a few times. Then his eyes widen and he smiles.

“Steven,” you say, and you do a poor job of hiding your disappointment. It had to be Steven, you think bitterly. This couldn’t have been easy, could it?

“Hiya,” he says, his voice still raspy with sleep. He steps aside to let you in. Your waterlogged shoe squeaks against the floor as you enter. The lamp beside the bed is lit, the only source of light in the place. It illuminates the ring of sand and the ankle restraint trailing from its post to where it’s stretched out in front of the bed. The light only barely reaches you and Steven. His face is deep in shadow, but you can make him out well enough.

As though just realizing it, he says, “It’s the middle of the night, love. Is everything alright?”

He’s standing so close to you. You could reach out to him and he’d wrap his arms around you, your face against his chest, inhaling his scent. You clear your throat, but even still you barely get the word out. “No.”

His brow knits together in concern. It would be cute if it weren’t so painful to see him worried for you. Steven’s a good man. He doesn’t deserve what you’re about to do.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Um…” You stare at Steven’s hands - nervously folded together at his stomach - while you think.You have a choice to make. You can confess everything to Steven, hope that he cares enough about you to reveal what he knows - if he knows anything at all. You can ask for Jake, revealing the alter who, for some reason, wants to stay a secret. Or you can ask for Marc, who you promised not to go to.

You lift your gaze to look into Steven’s eyes, willing Jake to appear. If he would just show up, you wouldn’t have to hurt Steven, you wouldn’t have to betray Jake. He could help you fix this…right? But if there is someone else listening, it’s not Jake.

Steven tilts his head, waiting for you to say something.

You give yourself one last moment. To remember his face so full of concern for you, so full of caring. Then, like a coward, you squeeze your eyes closed because you can’t bear to watch his heart break. You open your mouth and say the words. You don’t recognize your own voice. “I need to speak with Marc.”

Out of all your options, Marc seems to be the most straightforward. The most transactional. And that’s what you need right now. A quick exchange. No emotions. No mess.

Steven doesn’t say anything, and you wonder if maybe he didn’t hear you. You open your eyes and flinch when you see the pain in his face. Despite this, he says, rather unconvincingly, “‘Marc?’ I don’t- I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

He’s going to make you say it again. “Steven. Please.” Your voice is barely a whisper. “I need to speak to Marc.”

A range of emotions travel across his face - none of them good. His face contracts, all of his features draw in tight, shutting everything out. When he opens his eyes, it’s not you that he looks at. He addresses the small, square mirror on the wall by the door, saying, “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You look in the mirror and see the dark silhouette of Steven’s reflection and nothing more. You’re aware that he’s speaking to Marc, but you keep your mouth shut.

He listens for a moment, then he turns to you. “How do you know about Marc?” he asks. “How long have you known?” From the guilty look on your face, he concludes, “The whole time. What a sod I am.”

He turns back to the mirror. “Did you know about this?” Then, defensively, “I dunno what to believe, do I?…No, I’ll handle it.”

He’s barely able to look at you as he says, “I think you should leave now.”

All you want to do in that moment is run away, but instead you say, “I can’t do that, Steven.”

“I’m not giving you the body,” he says to Marc, his volume rising.

He looks at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at you before. In disgust. You weren’t prepared for that, but you know you deserve it. And anyway it’s better than facing his misery. With a forced evenness, he asks, “What is it that you need from Marc?”

“Is that Marc?” you ask him cautiously as you point to the mirror. “Is he talking to you?”

“What is it that you need?”

You take a deep breath to steel yourself. “I’d really prefer to speak to Marc directly.”

He’s struggling. He glances over at the mirror and listens. He gives you one last look - one of utter betrayal.

A moment later that look of betrayal is wiped from his face, replaced with a hard, cold stare. It’s so jarring that you feel your body jolt in response.

You’re face to face with the mercenary at last.

He folds his arms over his chest, making his biceps bulge against the cuffs on his T-shirt, and leans one shoulder against the side of the bookshelf. “You better start talking. Now.” The London accent is gone, replaced by a subtle Chicago one.

You shiver from a sudden chill in the air - whether that’s Marc’s effect or faulty heating, you don’t know. It makes you stammer and his scowl deepens. “I-I work for someone who’s looking for something you have.”

“What?” he spits out.

“The Siege Perilous.” You feel strange saying the name of the legendary amulet aloud. Its value lies not in its age or the gold and precious stone it’s made from, but rather from the rumor that it has mystical power. You don’t believe in that, but your boss wants it - for reasons unknown to you - and what your boss wants, he gets.

Whatever Marc thought you were going to say, that wasn’t it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Wow, you think. He’s a really bad liar.

“Bullshit. I know you have it. It was first uncovered at the dig site of the Tintagel ruins, 12 years ago. It was lost when the site was raided by thieves. You were one of those thieves. You took the Siege Perilous for yourself and never handed it over. And now I need it. I can pay you for it.”

He listens to you, calmly. Completely unperturbed by how much you know. All he says is, “I don’t want your fucking money.”

“You’ll kill people for money but you won’t hand over one lousy amulet?”

A muscle in his jaw jumps, but he doesn’t take the bait. “Do you even know how dangerous it is?”

You want to laugh even though it’s not funny. “I don’t fucking care!”

“Who do you work for?” He tosses the question out there as a challenge. Not in so much as he’s expecting an answer. More like he wants you to know he’s got your number.

“That’s not important.”

He doesn’t budge. Just stands there with his arms crossed, staring at you, his eyes half-lidded, his expression guarded. The burble of the fish tank fills the silence.

“For fuck’s sake,” you say. “Just name your fucking price!”

You get no reaction from him, and that really pisses you off. You don’t understand him. You really thought that he would have a price. But he doesn’t seem to be interested in anything. In fact, he seems rather bored by the conversation.

Quietly, you ask, “What do you want for it?”

He shrugs. “Nothing. No one is ever getting their hands on it again.”

He’s calm and sure, and that tells you that there’s no persuading him. You have no play left. This is it. This is where it ends. You tell yourself you won’t cry in front of this man. But the tears fall anyway.

“Shit. Fuck,” you say turning from him and trying to blink them away. There’s nothing for it though, they are streaming down your face now.

You try to inhale, but you gasp for breath instead. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. You try again and your throat makes a loud hiccuping sound but if you managed to take in any air, it wasn’t nearly enough.

Your vision narrows to just the floor beneath your feet. You’re not aware that he’s touching you until he’s tilting your head up and his face swims into view. As though from a distance, you hear him say, “It’s alright. You’re alright.”

You try gulping air again and your throat makes a horrific squawking sound instead.

“That’s it,” he says. “Just keep breathing.”

Suddenly his head falls back until he’s facing the ceiling, and his eyes roll up into his head. A wild thought occurs to you: That you’ve both been poisoned somehow, and are now dying. Because that’s what this feels like. It feels like you’re dying and you desperately want it to stop.

But then he recovers and his hands are cupping your face, the gentle pressure from his palms grounding you, the soft pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears. “Necesito que respires, necesito que te calmes, mi vida.”

You feel relief and terror in equal measure. You try so desperately to speak to him, it makes it even harder to breathe. He presses his forehead to yours and he makes gentle shushing sounds.

You don’t know how long you stand there with him. He stays with you through it all, with one hand rubbing calming circles along your back, he occasionally whispers soothing words to you. When your breathing finally steadies and no fresh tears wet your cheeks, you whisper, “I’m sorry. Jake, I’m so sorry. I know I promised.”

“Mi amor,” he says tenderly and he rubs the spot between your eyes, smoothing the crease there. “What happened?”

You can’t bring yourself to say it. Instead you pull out your phone and open the video your boss sent you. You hand it to Jake. You don’t want to watch it. Again.

You know it too well. The lighting is poor, but there’s a woman. Her hair covers half her face, but the face is familiar. The men, deep in shadow, move around her, but she is unmoving - bound as she is to a chair, by both hands and feet, in the center of a dark warehouse. The camera moves in on her face. A tear slides down the visible half of her face and soaks into the gag tied around her mouth. She looks like you.

His head snaps up to you. “I have 48 hours,” you croak out. “To deliver. Or they hurt her.”

“She’s your…?”

“My sister,” you whisper as if saying it any louder would somehow cause her to break.

He mutters a string of curses in Spanish. Then he pulls you to him and wraps you in a hug, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t worry, mi vida, I’ll take care of this.”

You hug him tightly and you wish that there was something he could do. He sounds so serious, but you know that if he tried anything, he’d just end up dead.

He pulls back to look at you. “Do you know where she is?” He points to the video that is still up on your phone.

You shake your head. “Not exactly.” Even if you did, you don’t think you’d tell him. You appreciate what he’s trying to do. But you don’t need to be responsible for his death, too.

“What do you know?” he presses.

You sigh. “She’s somewhere in New York City. In one of the warehouses my boss’s organization uses. But I don’t know which one that is. It’s impossible to tell.”

“But you know where they are?”

You shake your head. “Only some of them. Not all.” Your eyes sting with fresh tears. “What am I going to do?” you ask him.

He grabs the bottom of his T-shirt and uses it to dry your face. He opens his mouth to say something but his body goes rigid before he can. The muscles in his neck strain.

His eyes open wide with alarm. He looks down at his shirt that he’s still clutching in his hand and notices the spot that is damp with your tears. “Steven? Was that you?”

Ah, Marc again.

You carefully school your expression, but not in time. “Who was that?” he asks you.

You keep your lips pressed together.

He stalks over to the mirror until he’s right in front of it. He gazes into it for a moment then says, his voice deep and dangerous, “Come on, I know you’re in there. Are you gonna keep hiding, hmm?”

He waits for a response, his eyes searching his reflection, then his shoulders twitch in surprise. He’s eerily still afterward, his body taut with restraint. By the murderous expression on his face, he looks like he’s about to destroy the mirror.

“Who are you?” he asks through gritted teeth. His eyes bulge in anger as he listens to the response. “‘Jake?’”

Oh fuck. You can only watch in horror. This definitely wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t mean for Marc to find out about Jake.

Marc sets his stare on you. “Do you know him? Jake?”

You hesitate. What should you say? What would Jake want you to say?

“Do you know him?” he asks again, but this time he doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns back to the mirror, saying, “‘Don’t talk to her?’ Buddy, she came to me.”

He stares at his reflection, listening to Jake. He briefly glances once in your direction, but in that one glance you get the impression that he knows. That he knows everything. You wish you knew what Jake was telling him.

When he turns back to you, you can immediately tell it’s not Marc. “Is it true?” Steven asks you. Sweet Steven with the soulful eyes. Right now they’re brimming with tears. “You really do know him?”

“Steven. I’m sorry. I really-” Your eyes fill with tears, too. “I didn’t mean- I’m so sorry.”

Steven doesn’t reply to you because Marc’s fronting again now. He steps towards you and takes you by the arm, pulling you toward the door. “It’s time for you to go.”

There’s a wild look in his eye. He’s got a loose lid on his anger and it’s about to explode any second.

“No, please,” you beg him. “Please don’t do this. Let me talk to him, please.” You don’t know if you mean Jake or Steven, but either way it doesn’t seem to matter to Marc. He’s not listening to you anymore. He opens the door and shoves you - firmly, but not roughly - out.

Down the hall, the elevator doors slide open, revealing four very large men inside. You lock eyes with one of them and something like recognition sparks in his eye. You hurl your body at the door as Marc is pushing it closed.

You stumble back into the flat and slam the door behind you. Your shaking hands fumble with the locks.

“They’re here.” That’s all the explanation you can manage.

You know Marc is right next to you but you don’t look at him. As if looking at him would prompt him to try to kick you out again.

“No way,” he says, and at first, you think he’s talking to you. “I’m not giving you the body again.” You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, but he’s addressing the mirror again. “You’re the reason Steven and I have been miserable,” he says. And that rage he had a lid on? Yeah, the lid is peeling away.

He laughs at something Jake - presumably - says, but it’s devoid of all humor. “No, I can protect her. You can fuck off.”

Oh fuck. They’re talking about you.

You don’t have time to be concerned about that because then Marc bellows, “YOU WHAT?” And with even more intensity than you thought was possible, “KHONSHU?”

You have the good sense not to interrupt at this moment, even though you are confused as hell and even though at any moment those men are going to find their way through the door, locks be damned.

Sure enough, the door knob jiggles and then the pounding starts like they’re trying to knock down the door. You retreat back into the flat. Marc is still arguing with Jake.

When the gunshots start and the door breaks open, you’re crouching behind the desk, peering over the edge and through the bookcases between.

At the same time, Marc throws his head back once more and - well, you’re not sure what you’re seeing. Out of thin air, fabric wraps around his body. In mere seconds he’s wearing an elaborate costume. On his back hangs a large white cape that falls nearly to the floor. He wears a matching hood that comes to a pointed ‘v’ over his forehead. Tantalizingly, he’s in a skin tight bodysuit, pitch black, that shows off every muscle. His face beneath the hood is masked in the same black. There’s a pearly white crescent moon in the center of his chest, and white gloves and boots cover his hands and feet.

The men look fairly stunned, standing there with their mouths hanging open. For a moment, nothing happens. Marc - if it is Marc - stands before them waiting. The silence stretches like a rubber band and snaps as the men simultaneously open fire. You don’t even have time to be horrified because the bullets do absolutely nothing. They don’t slow him down or knock him back. They just bounce off his chest.

He rips one of the guns right out from one of the men’s hands, and turns it on the other three, quickly shooting them between the eyes with remarkable precision. Their bodies tilt backward and topple the table in the kitchen as they go down. The one guy left advances on him but he shoots him in the knee and the guy falls to the floor with a painful cry.

The hood and mask disappear, revealing Marc’s face. No, wait. Jake’s face. At least, you think it’s Jake. If that glint in his eye is any indication. “Why did you come here? What do you want with her?”

He points in your direction, where you still crouch behind the desk. The man looks over at you but you’re not sure he even sees you. He’s breathing heavy when he says, “We’re not here for her. We’re here for her boyfriend. Some bloke named Steven.”

He has a London accent. You don’t think that he’s part of your boss’s organization, but rather contracted out for this job. To get to Steven.

Whether that’s to kill Steven or abduct him, you don’t get to find out. Before you even see him raise the gun, Jake shoots him again - this time in the head - and his body hits the floor with a thud.

You can’t take your eyes off the bodies. At least not until Jake - out of costume and back in Steven’s pajamas - comes toward you and blocks them from view. He asks you if you’re alright. You register that what you’re feeling is called ‘shock’ but the word doesn’t really mean anything to you.

He offers his hand to you, but before you can reach to take it, he draws back. His body convulses once. Then twice. Through gritted teeth he says, “Let me just talk to her.”

Jake disappears, Marc in his place. He hauls you to your feet. “Who do you work for?” This time when he asks you, he expects an answer.

You shake your head. No matter how bad things are right now, you know they’d be worse if you gave up your boss.

Marc thinks for a moment - or at least he appears to be thinking. Then he says, “‘Big Man?’”

You feel the blood drain from your face leaving you cold. In a hollow voice you ask, “How did you know that?” He doesn’t say anything and you ask again, more insistently this time. “How did you know that?”

It takes you a second to realize that it wasn’t Marc who knew. “How did he know that?” you ask now. “Jake, how did you know that?” You’re trying to look into Marc’s eyes as if they could show you Jake.

“Your boss is one of Khonshu’s targets,” Marc explains.

Which, of course, doesn’t explain anything to you. “What the fuck is ‘Khonshu’?”

Tonelessly, he tells you. “He’s the Egyptian god of vengeance. He uses a human avatar to do his bidding. I used to be his avatar until very recently and it seems Jake still is.”

You try making sense of what Marc just told you. If this Khonshu is trying to get to your boss, and he’s using Jake to do it then-

Marc puts it into words for you, “Jake was using you to get to Big Man.”

You feel sick. The room smells of death and gunpowder. You’re an ocean away from your sister who’s in peril. And the one person who you believed would help you has been lying to you the whole time.

“I’ll explain more later,” Marc says. He either doesn’t notice your distress or is too preoccupied with the current situation. “Right now, we need to clean up this mess and get going.”

“Going? Going where?”

He takes a deep breath and sighs. Like he’s lost a war with himself. “We’re going to go get your sister.”

~~~

Translations:

Necesito que respires, necesito que te calmes, mi vida. - I need you to breathe, I need you to calm down, my life. (Thank you @randomchick546!!!)

mi amor - my love

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