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shomixremix · 3 months

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AT MERCY OF THE SAVIOURS

this is basically just gangfucking my team in genshin. but i do have one hot team, at least!

and thank you all sm for 100 followers!! this is like a little special for that occasion hehe

tags: zhongli, itto, alhaitham, wriothesley, female! reader, smut, gangbanging, blowjob, rough sex, creampie

-> listen. i do not know how or why the ex-geo archon turned businessman, a feral demon from inazuma who says fuck you to the authorities, a badass scholar from sumeru who's done with everyone and the count of criminals from fontaine would ever be in a same place let alone doing the same thing, yet here they are, gang-fucking the reader.

(can you imagine how much smuttier this will get once i pull for neuvillette)

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

"mhh, fuck, so good, doll.." wriothesley grunted as he fucked you from the back, pounding into you with a steady pace. his thick fingers squeezed your meaty hips, sternly holding you in place. his thick cock was entering, no, abusing your greedy hole, each time making sure you could feel every single one of his inches dragging harshly against your plushy walls.

you tried to moan, scream, make any sound from how good he felt - but you couldn't, not with zhongli's dick so deep in your throat.

"yes..." the ex-archon sighed, a couple of beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "you feel otherworldly, my dear. keep on sucking like that for me, hm?"

his words thick with praise made your pussy throb and clench around the man dicking you down, your legs and arms quivering. propped up only on your hands and knees, ass met with wriothesley's balls every time he thrusted in and mouth wrapped entirely on zhongli's shaft, you weren't sure if you even had the strength to hold yourself up any more.

you were cockdrunk from the way you could feel zhongli's tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, your numerous moans sending vibrations through his length so deliciously. even though your mouth was entirely filled with him, you still managed to whine and whimper, a little bit of drool dripping from your mouth.

"mmpphh, zhongli! z-zhongli!!"

in the process of focusing on giving the dragon adeptus the best head of his entire immortal life, you didn't realize you were neglecting your other lover, the one who was bullying your gummy g-spot with every trust and making you cream around him for the nth time. and the duke of criminals was having none of that.

"i'm glad you think at least one of us is doing a good job at satisfying you, slut" he almost growled out a sarcastic comment, rubbing the soft cheeks of your milky ass. suddenly, he slapped it hard, bottoming out in you with a loud smack! and picking up his pace.

"hey, don't- ahh, fuck, don't talk to her like that! she's s' pretty, yeah, such a pretty girl... needs that perfect ass grabbed and fucked full, not hurt, yeah? you understand what i'm sayin', right, bro?" a familiar voice joined in on the conversation, his loud voice coming out in breathless pants as he warned wriothesley. even though you couldn't see him, you knew that the oni was watching you get fucked by these two men, roughly jerking his monster cock.

"shut it, itto" another voice chimed in, scolding the large demon. "she can take it. she's tougher than she looks; don't let those puppy-like eyes deceive you. it wouldn't even surprise me if this was what she wanted all along: to be spanked and punished as she begs for more. not to even mention the way there's four of us here and she's only paying her sweet attention to just one... i believe that behavior is suitable for a good punishment."

ahh, the all too familiar voice of the fourth man sitting beside the oni, a long cock in the scholar's hand as he slowly stroked himself to the sight of you being fucked out by the others. you whined around zhongli from how rough they were treating you, feeling a little bit guilty for neglecting wrio and putting all of your attention on the geo archon.

"they might be right, love" zhongli hums as he fucks your mouth, immensely enjoying how you take all of him in your throat so eagerly.

"you have been beyond good for me, darling, but i think it's time we let someone else take their turn, hm? i have already had my fun with you, i believe it is time i let our friend, mister wriothesley, gain your full attention... what do you think, dear?"

all you could do was let out a whine around his tip, displeased that you'll have to say goodbye to his warmth and his rock-hard cock that so nicely filled your mouth... on the other hand, you felt guilty and ashamed for neglecting wriothesley, who jealously and feverishly thrusted into you, staying quiet.

"oh, don't be like that, love... one more, and you're all mister wriothesley's. do you understand?" even though his tone made your head fuzzy, you knew damn well that was an order, a warning of some sort. you nod eagerly, sucking at his sensitive veins as you feel how the fontainian man fucks you eagerly.

"she's close, shit!" wrio hums to the rest of them, talking about you as if you weren't even there. "just finish on her face and mouth already so i can give her what she needs."

something about the thought of another spilling all of himself over your pretty face and in your plump mouth made itto's cock twitch in his hands. archons, how that thought brought feelings of jealousy mixed with excitement…

"very well" regarded zhongli, holding the back of your head as he thrusted hard in your mouth. you gave it your best to give him pleasure, gently swirling your tounge around all his most sensitive spots and relaxing the tense muscles of your throat. as soon as you relaxed and let him thrust a little deeper, zhongli groaned out your name and released his hot pleasure in your mouth. you couldn't help but eagerly gulp down everything he gave you, a little bit of it spilling from the corners of your plump lips.

you released him from your mouth with a pop! and he petted you hair, looking down at you with nothing but adoration in his tourmaline eyes.

"there. so well-behaved for me." zhongli praised through a hum, soothing your cheek gently with his thumb. his head slightly raised, now turned to the man still balls-deep inside your cushy cunt.

"she's all yours, mister wriothesley." the dark-haired man hums in acknowledgement, quickly changing your position and tossing you on your back. your hands fly to his head, gently holding him between your palms.

"mmphh, wrio.." you moan softly, your fingers gently dancing through his thick, black strands.

"oh, so now you know how to moan my name, doll?"

your hips buck up to his eagerly, begging for more movement. you were just on the very brink of your peak, sososo unbelievably close-

"need something?" he asks, completely still inside you. you nod feverishly, blabbing and moaning as you look up at his pretty, simply hypnotic eyes.

"mhm!! need to come, please wrio, need to come so bad-!"

he smirks and it's mischievous yet alluring, and it stirs something deep within you - almost a fear that he will not give you what you oh so desperately want.

"work for it, then." he simply says, in one swift motion turning you around so that you were on top, seated snuggly on his painfully hard dick.

your eyes widen as he manhandles you into a cowgirl position, his hands still bruising your hips.

"noooo" you whine, unhappy that you'll have to do all the work as he simply gets to lay back and enjoy!

"please! i can't, i don't want to, i want- mph, i just want- ohh!" you whined and begged but to no avail. his rough palms once again met your ass, giving it a spank. it hurt, but the sting of it felt so good.

"the only way you're getting anything is to do as i say, doll. now, why don't you move those pretty hips if you wanna come so badly?"

another spank, making you hiss out in pain. the demon sitting across from the both of you immediately reacted, unsure whether he could take any more of looking at you being hurt for wrio’s and alhaitham's selfish pleasure.

"hey, hey, dude! don't be sucha' asshole! i told ya', she needs to be loved on more, yeah? yeahhh, look at that pretty, fucked out face! like yeah, sure, she's bein' just a tiny bit bratty, but c'mon, other ways to solve that exist, bro! i mean, how can you deny when a woman as gorgeous and sexy as her begs you to make her cum?! simple answer - ya’ don’t! you do as she says! every idiot knows that!"

you blush at the oni's words, a warmth wrapping around you. he was so sweet, and the sight of his big palm roughly squeezing his impossibly large dick was even sweeter.

"let him do what he wishes, itto" alhaitham snarls, gently stroking himself, in contrast with his demon friend whose hand was moving up and down his shaft fast. "I understand that she’s your girlfriend, but she's on his lap, after all"

the oni grunted in defeated, mumbling something about how "it wasn't fair that it wasn't his turn yet" and "girls like you can't be treated so harshly" as he sat back down. with zhongli leaving for the baths to properly clean his skin of mixed slick, there were only three of them fucking you now. which meant itto could get his hands on you all the faster.

meanwhile, you start grinding yourself on wrio's lap, desperately trying to bounce on his cock but you can't. you're so close to your high that your pussy is greedily squeezing wrio in, and his impossible girth mixed with your neediness isn't letting you move at all. in attempt to get any pleasure, you start moving in circles, clamping down on him with every move.

"holy fuck..." wriothesley sighs, throwing his head back. the way your cunt spasmed around him made him just a little closer to his release, and his hips started bucking into yours. archons, he needed to finish so badly...

three more bucks into you and he came, shutting his eyes tight and letting all of his cum release into your more than willing womb. that put you over the edge, falling on him from exhaustion.

you couldn't even rest for a second more, a pair of arms not belonging to the duke of criminals pulling you off his body.

"that's enough" the scribe announced as he pulled your still-sensitive body in his hold, "it's my turn with her".

"fuck off!" wrio cussed at his friend, grabbing a hold of you. "who said i was done?"

"when did i ask if you were done?" alhaitham commented, snatching you away from the fontainian's arms. itto tried to resolve things:

"hey, hey, dudes, let's not fight, yeah? no need to! we'll just let her decide, alright?" the two men fighting over you grumbled to themselves in a displeased manner, but ultimately agreed that it was fair and right for you to decide.

"so, whaddya' say, baby? who do you want in between those pretty, sexy legs?"

you thought for a moment, looking between the three men, all impossibly hard and longing for you.

"it's 'haitham's turn..." you say quietly, earning a big smirk from the sumeru man. he pulls you to him, rather excited that he was the one you chose.

"but" you announce as you're pulled in alhaithams arms, "it's not fair to the rest of you guys..." itto's patience ran thin as he sat back down, angrily fucking his fist in quick, desperate motions. why’d he ever have to allow his friends to fuck you like this?

"fuck, love bug, fine... 'ts okay, i'll..." he had to gulp down his spit to be able to say this, unsure if he was even correctly hearing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"i'll let them do ya', sweets. a deal’s a deal"

when itto made that stupid bet with his more-than-willing friends and put a night with you on the line, he certainly didn’t expect that he’d be the one sitting it out. he was your boyfriend, for Inazuma’s sake, he should be the one buried in you, not the one jerking off the entire night because he can’t get to you!

even though it was ripping his heart apart, itto thought it was right to ignore his selfish needs and let the two of them go first. you were their prize, after all, and arataki itto was nothing if not an honest man who kept his word. that was one of the qualities he had promised grandma oni to keep, and he certainly wasn’t letting up now.

"but itto... that's so unfair to you.. i can see that you're hurting pretty bad..."

his dick was weeping for your attention. somehow, no matter how hard he tried, jerking off didn't go anywhere, always leading him to a place of very precum-sticky hands and no orgasms.

still, he brushed it off, waving his hand in a shoo-ing manner.

"no sweat, baby. i can wait a lil' longer, yeah? you just say there and be good for my pals, hm? hey, i tried to stop 'em, but if you go overboard they are really gonna punish you, baby, and they won't be as nice as me!"

oh, nobody was as nice as him. his words laced with adoration for your body, desperation for your warmth and thirst for your touch drove you insane. no matter how much you'd like having two gorgeous men as alhaitham and wrio fucking you, your mind still couldn't get over the fact that this sweet demon just went against all of his primal urges, just so you'd be able to be with who you want for the night and so his friends get completely satisfied.

"and what if she can't go on after this, itto? i stopped counting her orgasms after six, and she has come quite a few times since then..." alhaitham asked, worried for his demon friend and the fact that he might be left with blue balls and an excruciatingly painful dick.

itto growled low, shutting his eyes. fuck, this whole situation was unfair and it hurt. both physically and emotionally. itto was the one who wanted you the most, who loved you the most, why'd he have to suffer with not getting you at all?!

"if her pretty pussy really can't take any more after us, she'll be good and help arataki at least with some nice head, yeah?" you nodd feverishly at wrio’s question. you'd do anything to help your generous and selfless boyfriend feel good.

thirty minutes later, your legs were far apart, making enough space for the two men to both fuck your greedy whole.

"shit! so tight, fuck!" the scribe's and wrio's moans about how good you felt certainly felt like salt in the wound for arataki. he sat a little from you with a pout on his face, his slowly-softening dick laid in his palm as he watched you take the two of them, at the same time.

"hah-ah! mphhr.. itto..? why don't you- ah! mmm, wrio! tham! why don't you help yourself, at least a little bit? ooh~" you asked through a wrecked moan, feeling immensely guilty for leaving your love hanging.

"i'm good, baby" he muttered, a displeased look on his face, "can't come if it's not in you, anyway"

those words shoot you right through the heart, melting your insides completely and you come hard, milking the two men inside you. they both quickly follow your lead, spurting ropes of white inside you and stuffing you fully.

the two of them removed themselves from your body, leaving you shivering and full, spread out on the bed. Itto noticed your fucked-out expression, chuckling to himself.

“hah, feels good, doesn’t it, sweets? did ya’ say thanks to my pals for fillin’ you up, hm?”

you turn your head over to where alhaitham and wriothesley rested, giving them a soft smile. you mouth a meek “thank you”, too tired to even speak.

“let’s get ya’ all cleaned up-” your boyfriend starts to get up to go to the bathroom, yet your words make him stop instantly.

“itto” you moan, as if there was nothing else for you in this world but him, “i-itto”

he turns around to look at you, an amused and a little shocked smile on his face. “that’s me, love bug, the one and oni! whatdya need?”

you look at him through your thick eyelashes, a gleam of lust in your eyes.

“need you” you whimper, “really really really need you”

with those words, he’s immediately on you, nestling himself between your plushy thighs.

“awwww, there’s my pretty girl!” he exclaims excitedly, his palms on each side of your head as he presses kisses all over you. “i’m here, baby, i’m here. i gotcha.”

oh, no matter how good any of his friends felt, itto will forever be your favorite. not only because intercourse with him is pure love-making, filled with adoration and love you have for each other, but also because itto fucked like the big, beefy demon he is - rough and fast.

“ohhh… itto-oh..” you moaned as he slowly eased his tip inside your gaping hole, trying not to be overly rough right out of the gate - but he can’t, there’s no way after he’s been edging himself for hours. his hips snap into yours and he bottoms out in you, making you scream out in ecstasy.

you were amused by it all, really. just ten minutes ago you were taking two above-average cocks inside and doing just fine, and now you’re struggling to take your boyfriend’s cock? itto laughed at how you struggled, soothing your sides gently.

“aww, sweets, still so tight? three dicks haven’t loosened you f’ me, baby?” you whine in embarrassment, arms locking around your boyfriend’s large neck. your pussy pulsated and spasmed around him, sore muscles trying to accommodate his enormous size.

he started moving slightly, rocking into you with gentleness and warmth. itto pressed loving, eager kisses trailing all the way from your eyelids to your collarbone, trying to get you to rest and enjoy after hours worth of rough sex.

three minutes of him moving and you were already seeing stars. Itto was so big, so thick and deliciously long, that just his shallow thrusts could hit all the right spots in you. he hissed as you clamped down on him again:

“shit, love bug, easy there, baby! already milking me, fuck! don’t ya’ do that, sweets, or i won’t be able to control myself, ‘kay?”

he groaned into your ear, warming you with the weight of his large, warm body on top of yours. even though he warned you not to, you couldn’t help but tighten on him and whimper for more. his thrusts changed their pace from slow and loving to erratic and careless, fucking into you like all he wanted was to breed you full.

“ahhh… mhh.. none of them could fill ya’ like i can, baby… yeah? and none of them could make you feel good, hm? this pretty little cunt needs me to fill her up, yeah? breed her nice and good, like no one ever before, right? mphh.. like no one ever will.. mine, sweets, all of this is just f’ me..” he groaned into your ear as he fucked you, his big palms sliding down to your ass and giving you a light squeeze.

suddenly, you clamp down on him hard, making him lose his composure. his hips stutter and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he finally reaches his high after a whole evening of torture, burying himself as far deep as possible and draining those pretty balls inside you. it felt so good - and you knew it did, by the small tears of pleasure in the corners of his eyes.

he stuffed you so full that you were sure it would make your stomach bulge, it had to! your boyfriend fell on you once he came, nuzzling his face in your skin. after a few minutes of deep breaths and cuddling, itto sat up:

“wanna go get cleaned, love bug? I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t wanna sleep bein’ this sticky!”

you smirk mischievously, putting a gentle hand on his meaty, exposed tigh. instead of getting up like he had asked, you slide down to your knees, in between his legs.

“what… what are you doing, baby?”

you paw at his cock once again, beginning to harden in your hand once again.

“mh… wanna say sorry for makin’ you wait, itto… wanna be good…”

and good you were, giving him all the attention he missed earlier that evening.

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n0tangeliccc · 1 year

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I have an idea! NSFW Jealous possesive top creek x reader, the asian girls start drawing reader with other ppl and the ships became very famous around town, tweek n craig have no other option than fuck reader until she can't think straight bc they're jealous as hell and they need to prove that reader belongs to them 💏💏💏💏

You’re ours

Craig x Fem!Reader x Tweek

(EVERYONE IS 18+)

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (m! + f! receiving), cum swallowing (it’s implied), threesome, fingering, degradation (the tiniest bit of praise), slight edging (?), semi-public sex (idk other people can hear you), uh i think that’s everything i don’t know how to tag these things😵‍💫(some parts might sound ooc im sorry!!)

A/N: I didn’t expect y’all to love the Creek stuff but here you go my loves🤭 (also this was not proofread please tell me of any misspellings!!)

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There stood your two lovers, Tweek and Craig, their hands shaking in rage as they looked at the huge mural of you and their close friend Clyde together. Ever since you started hanging out those same girls who once got them together have been shipping you and Clyde together and this made Tweek and Craig absolutely furious. “AcK- Craig can you believe this?” Tweek’s mind was racing with panicked thoughts of you leaving him and Craig “W-what if she leaves us for him aHh! This is too much!!” “Calm down honey” Craig rubs Tweek’s back trying to calm him down before sighing “I knew we should’ve just been open and told everyone we’re in a poly relationship now look at this shit!” He face palmed mentally. Craig knew you were well known around South Park it would have been only a matter of time before you started getting shipped with someone he just wished it was with him and Tweek, I mean they were your boyfriends for fucks sake! “T-That was too much pressure!!” Tweek was practically about to pull his hair out. “Don’t worry I’ve been thinking of a way to make it know” Craig smirks and Tweek gives him a confused look “Don’t worry honey I’ll tell you all about my plan on the way, now come on I’m sure Y/N’s waiting for us at the coffee shop”

As they walk to the shop they couldn’t help but notice something that only fueled their anger and jealousy even more, Clyde. Craig’s whole body tensed up and his grip on Tweek’s hand tightened causing the blonde to turn and look at what was happening.

You had been cleaning a bit while waiting for your lovers to arrive when Clyde had walked in and struck up a conversation. You’re body leaned against the counter as you and Clyde spoke when suddenly you heard the cafe door slam open. “So then I- What the hell??” Clyde jumped as Craig and Tweek walked in “Oh hey guys what’s up?” His smile fading quickly as his friends glared at him “Okay?..Anyways Y/N-“ “AH!-Actually WE need to t-talk to her right now” Tweek cut him off ‘Weird’ you thought, you’d never seen them act like this before “Well we can go into the back office, I’ll be right back Clyde!” You waved as the guys dragged you away from him.

You could feel the tension in the air as you walked in turning to look at your boyfriends. “So…What’s going on guys?” You asked awkwardly “What’s going on?? Seriously Y/N don’t you see what’s being spread around??” Craig answered back angrily “All these people are convinced you’re with Clyde!!” The jealousy pumping through his veins as he pulled you towards him and Tweek “You’re ours and I think it’s time we let people know” he growled in you ear. “I-In here?” You questioned as he grabbed you and sat you on the desk “People will hear guys” Craig smirked “I’m sure you’d like that considering how much of a whore you’ve been lately, don’t you think Tweek?” Tweek chuckled and nodded in agreement “B-better they hear and know”

He kissed down your neck as Craig untied your apron and unbuttoned your work shirt. Both men began leaving trails of hickies down your neck and breast switching sides so Tweek was now in front of you he continued to kiss down your torso, Craig removed your bra and began teasing your tits making you whimper. Tweek unzipped your pants and pulled them down to around your ankles before beginning to kiss your inner thighs running his hands painfully close to your aching core “Tweek..” you whimpered again making both men laugh. “What’s w-wrong baby? Feeling needy?” Tweek looked up at you with a sly grin, you rarely got to see this overly dominant side of him but when you did god did it make you wet. “Please Tweek” “I don’t know Tweek I think she’s been to much of a slut to deserve it” Craig smirked giving your breast a soft squeeze making you groan “So fucking slutty, bet you’re soaked just from us teasing aren’t you?” You hear Tweek chuckle as he pulled down your panties “Oh s-she is Craig” his fingers hovered over your clit teasingly making you shiver in anticipation “F-fucking whore” Tweek growled before sticking two of his fingers into your wet folds. You gasped loudly as he began sliding them in and out of you rapidly “F-Fuck Tweek!!” You moaned loudly “So loud, though you didn’t want anyone to hear this you slut” Craig grinned smugly as he undid his pants “Time to get that pretty mouth of yours to work” he said as he pulled cock out from his pants “Come on bitch you know you want it” You laid back on the desk as Tweek continued to ravish your pussy and Craig tapped his cock on your cheek “Go on, suck it whore” You wasted no time getting to work giving his tip kitten licks as you stoked the rest of his length. “Fuck…good whore” Craig groaned as you began to slowly began to sick your head down his shaft. Tweek smirked and flattered his tongue against your clit teasingly before harshly sucking on it making you moan around Craig cock “Yeah j-just like that baby” he removed his fingers from inside you switching to his tongue, he lapped your juices rapidly making moan even louder as you felt yourself getting closer to cumming. “A-Are you close?” Tweek asked as he pulled away, his thumb circling your clit as you pulled away from Craig and nodded desperately. “Switch?” He asked Craig “Switch” he grinned mischievously as they exchanged spots with Craig between your legs and Tweek in front of you face now. You quickly began to stroke Tweek’s dick before bringing it to your mouth as Craig teased your entrance with his cock making you whimper around Tweek. “G-gah!” Tweek moaned as your mouth did wonders on his cock. Craig slid into your wet folds a low groan escaping his lips as he began slowly began to thrust into you “That’s it take it like a good slut” he cooed in your ear as his thrust began to speed up. You’re moans we’re sending chills up Tweek’s spine as you sucked him off, he grabbed onto your hair pushing himself deeper into your throat “F-fuck- close!!” You continued even faster as you hear his breath quicken “Ngh! Y/N!!” He let out one last high pitched groan before he came in your mouth holding your head down on his cock. Craig chuckled and began thrusting even faster and harder that before as he felt your walls clenching around him “That’s it whore, cum for us” His animalistic thrust sent you over the edge and you came hard screaming out in pleasure “F-fuck” Craig grunted as his thrust became sloppier and he pushed himself into you on last time before he came.

By the next day everyone knew of your relationship with Tweek and Craig. Not because you guys announced it out loud but because poor Clyde heard the whole thing from outside the office and told everyone.

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Longest oneshot I’ve written (why it took me so damn long😭) also the dirtiest oml😮‍💨

#south park x reader #south park fanfiction #south park x y/n #south park x you #south park smut #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker x you #craig tucker x y/n #tweek tweak x reader #tweek tweak x you #tweek tweak x y/n #creek x reader

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selfloverrrrrr · 24 days

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Helloooo, just saw the spicy noncon thing may i please request something like gojo being flatmates with reader but like secretely obsessed, and one day he hears her getting off in her room when he comes back earlier than usual (maybe with getou? tagging along) and he can hear her, but then hears her moaning another mans name and he loses it so he decides to show her who she belongs to 👀👀

Pretty please? 🥺

It's not him... it's Me~

Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, unprotected sex, age gap, drugging, beating, kidnapping.....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Gojo Satoru. He's my flatmate. We're good friends. Yeah just friends. But who knew he didn't think of us as friends. He never did. I didn't know that. Nobody did. Because he never told anyone about his fantasies. He kept it secret. He kept it secret that he liked me. He kept it secret that he was obsessed with me. He kept it secret that he stalked me all time. He kept it secret that he pleases himself at every night in his room.

One night Gojo was coming back from somewhere. He was walking through the corridor going towards his room. Then he saw my boyfriend entering my room. Something flow in his heart. He didn't knew I had a boyfriend. ' he better not get too close to her' he thought before entering his room and locked the door.

Even after one hour when he saw my boyfriend didn't came out of my room. He turned on his laptop to see the live CCTV footage. Yes he fit the CCTV camera 2 or 3 days ago. The thing he saw made him squeez his plam tightly. My boyfriend Geto pressed his lips on mine. Kissing me passionately. Our tongue going on a rhythm. He bring me towards the bed. We both fall on the bed. My back pressed against the mattress and he was on top of me. He slowly took off my top. We were still kissing. Our kiss didn't broke.

But what we didn't know was someone was watching us. Watching us from the camera which that someone fixed in my room and watching us from his room. Gojo's blood was boiling at the sight in his laptop. His rage was making him want to burn the whole world.

Geto grabbed my boob and started squeezing it and I moaned in the kiss. Hearing my moan Geto stopped the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly. He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more roughly he sucks and squeeze on my breasts.

After a while he let go off my breast. I was breathing heavily. He started undressing himself. He took off his shirt and pant. He was now only wearing his boxers. I can see the outline of his bulge through his boxers. Then he took off it. His big dick sprang out.

His hand reached for my pantie and he ripped it off. He looked at my pussy and smirked. On the other side Gojo gasped at the sight of my pussy. "Fuck ... You look sexy every time I watch you" Gojo whispered to himself. Geto crashed his mouth on it, sucking on it roughly. I moaned so loudly. He pulled back and lined himself with me. Seeing it Gojo quickly took off his pant and started stroking himself. Geto slammed his whole length in one slide without any warning."Getoooooo" I scremed his name and grabbed his back."oh my fucking god god god god god god......ahhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned out feeling my warm wet walls around him.

He started thursting in and out. Gojo's pace became faster as he saw Geto being faster. Geto was thursting hard from the first thurst. It was like he really need release. "Oh god....ahhhhhhhhhh....it ahh...it feels so g-good.....ahhhhhh...my god it does feel so good. You so wet and warm. Oh my goddddd....ahhhh so tight.....I can't believe it's really happening...ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" Geto moaned out loudly.

"f-f-faster ahhhhh" I moaned. Geto's thurst became faster.we both were a moaning mess at the same time. My nails were digging on his back. With a few more thurst we both came at the same time. on the other side Gojo came at the same time.

Later that night Geto went to his home. I gave him a good bye kiss and locked the door. It was almost 9pm. My phone started ringing. "Why is Gojo calling me this time?" I said and picked up the call.

Me: hello

Gojo: umm..hey y/n... what you doing?

Me: nothing much thinking about having some snacks...you?

Gojo: I'm..uh actually... I was trying to make a cake...idk what but I think I have done something wrong... If you don't mind... can you please come here and help me?

Me: oh... yeah sure... I'm coming sir~

The call ended.

After I went to his room. I he gave me some juice to drink. Then I helped him with the cake. "There you go..." I said with a smile. My head was paining a little bit. But I ignored it. "Yeah thanks... I never did that before actually" Gojo said with a laugh. Suddenly I was seeing colours and circles everywhere." Anything wrong?" He asked. ' I-I.... d-don't know.... I... can't see any... thing properly." I replied him. " let's go to your room " he said and helped to go to my room and locked the door.

" T-T-Thank you..." I thanked him. He went to the kitchen grabbed a glass of water and give it to me. I drink it and spash some water in my face. I can see properly now but my body was still weak.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my thigh. I looked at him." You feeling good?" He said smirking. His hand started going upwards. My eyes widened." W-what are you doing," I spoke. " Nothing.... just completing my work" he replied. I was sitting on my bed. I started going backwards."w-what work?" I asked. " The work I started ~" he replied crawling towards me."w-what" I spoke." I put drug in your drink,y/n ~... And you drink it without any questions" he replied. My eyes widened. "W-wait... w-what.... why" I spoke. " Because you're so fucking sexy, I can't do anything, you are mine...not that mf's who you called your boyfriend...you are meant to be mine I just fucking want you and your that little pussy wrapped around my dick not some one else's.... and now I want to make mine" he replied in a devilish tone.

with that he pressed his lips on mine. His kiss was so rough. He started undressing me. I tried to push him away but he was too strong.

He grabbed my boob and started squeezing it and I moaned in the kiss. Hearing my moan Gojo stopped the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly. He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more roughly he sucks and squeeze on my breasts."G-Gojo please stop... I'm begging you please stop...I promise you I wouldn't tell anyone about this please stop" I begged. "I don't care about anyone but you....no one can stop me. I'm not even sceared of anyone.." He replied with a smirk.

His hand reached for my pantie and he ripped it off. He looked at my pussy hungrily. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and crashed his mouth on it, sucking on it roughly. I moaned so loudly. I tried to push him away by pulling his hair but nothing nothing nothing. He just continued his work. He pulled back and lined himself with me."please please please no no no" I cried. "Shhh....this is the main fun part" he whispered and slammed his whole length in one slide without any warning."G-Gojo ....ahhhh" I scremed and grabbed his back."oh my fucking god god god god god god......ahhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned out feeling my warm wet walls around him.

His thurst became harder and harder. I was an moaning and crying mess."you are so fucking...ahhh .... tight" he moaned out. With a few more thurst I came. dig my nails on his back. Feeling my warm wall clenching around him he came within a minute. I was already fainted.

" you better tell your boyfriend to stay away from you before I fucking kill him" he whispered while stroking my hair with his fingers.

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mila-uchiha · 2 years

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Hi its a different anon from the others who sent the jealous ex bfs but do you think you can do one for hashirama, tobirama, and obito?

Take your time ofc and make sure to take care of yourself💖

Jealous Ex Bfs Pt 3 ☾ Naruto NSFW Headcanons

⚘ hashirama, tobirama, obito x fem!reader

a/n: high af rn. lol. enjoy peeople sorry its been a lil over a week ahh!! anon u are also v sweet and i hope u all are taking care of yourselves too! part 1 and part 2 found there,,, also i made a taglist! go check my pinned post to be tagged in dis juicy shi

warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), rough sex, degradation kink, praise kink, dub con ish, choking, oral m receiving, cream pie, daddy kink

hashirama

first hokage,,, cough cough, very powerful man,,, brings you into his office after hearing whispers about you with a new guy.. he basically knows everything

holds a smirk on his face the entire time he's speaking to you

"so this is how this is gonna be, huh y/n?"

faces your back against his stomach and presses his crotch into your ass,, then bends you down and gently thrusts his hips

"that's right, be a good girl and bend over"

"you're not allowed to be bent over in front of anyone but daddy, understand?"

fucks you from behind harshly, watching his dick enter in and out of your cunt in awe

"oh fuck, squeeze around my cock, yeah"

grabs your hair around his fist and pulls harshly so you arch your back more

"arch your back, do it for daddy"

cums inside you and tells you that you were always his, nobody else's

tobirama

ohhhh fuck,, lord second, aka tobirama, ahem aka the most jealous person you will meet

shows up at your house unannounced just to confront you about this "guy" he's been hearing about

"are you fucking serious?" he'd say in a stern but calm tone, not showing any facial expressions the entire time

grabs your waist, holding his lips only inches away from yours

"do you need to be punished to remember that i own you?"-- "tobi, we aren't together anymore"-- "uh uh,, shhhh"

proceeds to slide his finger in your mouth slowly, letting you suck on it as you look up at him

"get on your knees. now."

throat fucks you harshly until there's tears falling from your eyes and you're begging him to stop

cums all over your face and in your mouth like the 'good girl' you are

fucks you in missionary after while his hand chokes your neck

"my little slut, you're mine"

obito

sees you out in public with a guy and basically snatches you from him and takes you to his house

locks you in his room and rests you on his bed to lie down as he towers over you now

"naughty girl, why wasn't i aware you were out being a slut?"

"don't you remember how good my cock felt? don't you miss that?"

undresses you so you're all naked for him and makes you bend over on his bed

proceeds to slap your ass roughly, making you count out loud for each slap as he turns your ass red

"say it louder. i can't hear you."

"has my slut been a good girl? does she need her reward now?"

puts you on your stomach and spreads your legs as he inserts his cock

rubs your clit while fucking you and makes you squirt all over his cock before cumming deep inside your cunt

"that's right, baby, nobody else will make you squirt like me"

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bwabys-scenarios · 9 months

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Fixer Upper

Part 12

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

part 11

part 13

warning: reader bets her own life, Leorio is worried about her

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(Name) sighed, trying to relax her tired body by stretching.

“I want you guys to know that you worked very hard. 43 of you have passed the second phase of the exam. For your information, we’re scheduled to arrive at our destination 8 o’clock tomorrow morning.”

(Name) yawned, Kurapika glancing at her from the corner of her eye.

“Alright then, until our next meeting you guys have some free time. Dismissed.”

(Name) sighed in relief, setting her bag.

“Hey Kurapika, you gonna explore the airship with us?”

Kurapika shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Oh… how about you Leorio?”

“No thanks, I’ll have to pass. I’m so tired I can hardly move.”

“(Name)- oh.”

She was yawning, leaning her head against the wall. “Sorry boys, I need to rest a little, or I’ll crumble into dust.”The boys rushed off to explore.

Tonpa came by to ‘warn’ them, but (Name) was too tired to even listen. Kurapika jumped slightly when he felt her head rest against his shoulder before it leaned back. “(Name)?”

She was swaying softly, barely awake. “Hmm?”

He held back a chuckle. “You can lean against my shoulder, if you want.”

She blinked sleepily. “Really?”

He nodded, the girl giving him a pretty smile before scooting towards him, snuggling into his side. “Thank you.”

Kurapika’s face turned red. He had expected her to just lie her head against his shoulder, not for her to cuddle against him and sigh softly.

Leorio huffed. “Lucky.”

Kurapika sent him a glare before stiffly folding his arms. “Here!”

Kurapika watched as she used her cardigan to cover them both, looking up at him. “We can share my cardigan to stay warm!”

He wasn’t sure why, but sitting there, cuddled up to (Name) as she slept made his heart race. He could feel her body heat, smell her perfume. Although he had planned on resting, it was hard when he could hardly focus on anything but the girl leaning against him.

They stayed like this for around an hour, Kurapika eventually becoming comfortable to lean his head against hers.

Tonpa snored, preventing Leorio and Kurapika from getting any sleep. ‘At least one of us can get some rest.’ Kurapika thought, looking fondly at the sleeping girl next to him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel content right now, almost peaceful.

It had been a while since he’d had another person so close to him, sharing in their body heat. It felt… nice.

But all nice things come to an end.

Tonpa snored particularly loud, stirring (Name). “Mmph… what’s that sound?”

“Tonpa.” Kurapika said with a sigh, glancing at her with half lidded eyes.

“Ahh. How long have I been asleep?”

“About an hour.”

She pulled away, looking a bit flustered. “Oh, sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt your shoulder or anything.”

He shook his head quickly, feeling weirdly empty when she pulled away. “No, I didn’t mind at all.”

She tilted her head, giving him a soft smile. “Really? Then I hope you won’t mind me using your shoulder as a pillow in the future.”

Kurapika looked away so she wouldn’t notice his blush. “… that’s fine with me.”

(Name) stood up, stretching her limbs before smiling. “Let’s go get something to eat!”

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They walked to the cafeteria, noticing a girl standing before Gon and Killua at a booth. (Name) raised an eyebrow as Leorio scooted in through the other side of the booth, wrapping around an arm around her shoulder.

He asked her something, (Name) not paying much attention. She was too busy gesturing for Killua to move so she could slide in next to him. He did so, only grumbling a little. “That sounds like a terrible idea. Now why don’t you leave me alone?”

“We can’t do that. My names Kurapika, my goals the same as yours, to become a black list hunter. We have a lot in common, perhaps we could help each other.”

(Name) wasn’t sure why, but him seeming interested in that girl made her frown.

“I’d walk away if I were you. It’s me she’s here for.”

(Name) glanced between the two, tilting her head. “I acted on a rumor I heard, that a young member of the Zoldyck family was going to be taking the Hunter Exam this year.”

“And now you’ve found me. Yes, I’m a member of the Zoldyck family, so what about it?”

(Name) watched as the girl reached for something, her first response being to shield Killua with her arm. The white haired boy said nothing, but his lips twitched slightly.

‘What is she doing? Does she think she’s protecting me?’

“Hey, think about this for a minute. If an assassin is hired to kill someone, there’s a chance that person has done something to deserve it.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”

She flipped the table, Kurapika running forward to hold her back. The woman launched herself at Killua, brandishing a knife, but (Name) pushed him out of the way.

“(NAME)!”

The blade sliced her arm, the girl ignoring (Name) and rushing after Killua. The white haired boy paused for a split second, his eyes gone wide.

‘I could have easily dodged that, there was no need for her to try and protect me.’

“That is enough!”

Netero, the chairman, grabbed the place between two fingers, shielding Killua from the attack.

Now that she’d been dealt with, Leorio, Gon, and Kurapika rushed to (Name)’s side. She held a hand over her arm, sighing.

“(Name), are you alright?” Leorio asked, gently pulling her hand away.

The cut wasn’t deep, just long enough to look scary. Kurapika glanced back at the girl before kneeling beside (Name), slowly pushing her sleeve up.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch. Is Killua okay?”

The white haired boy stood facing away from her. “… I’m fine. You didn’t have to do that, you know. I could have dodged if you didn’t get in my way.”

(Name) chuckled. “Well, if you’re okay then it doesn’t matter.”

Killua glanced back, his eyebrows furrowed. He couldn’t understand her. Why did she risk getting injured, knowing that Killua was capable of defending himself?

“You never know. If I had let you get hurt and didn’t do anything to help, I would never be able to forgive myself.”

Leorio finished bandaging her arm.

“You’re our friend. It’s only natural I’d want to help.”

Killua jerked his head back to face the opposite direction. He didn’t want her to see the confused, flustered expression on his face. ‘Why? I can’t understand. Helping me then would have been of no benefit to her.’

He looked down, frowning. ‘Friends, huh?’

Kurapika helped her up, scolding her lightly. “You need to be more careful, you could have been really hurt.”

“I agree with Kurapika on this. That was reckless.”

(Name) pouted. “Wouldn’t you two have done the same thing? Kurapika held her back…”

The two sighed. “You’re too nice, (Name).”

———————

(Name) and Kurapika parted ways with Leorio after they group agreed to go to sleep.

“Kurapika, where are we going? I thought we were going to sleep.” (Name) asked, walking hand in hand with him.

“We’re going to speak with the examiner and ask them to be a bit more lenient with the stowaway.”

(Name) yawned. “Also, why are we holding hands?”

He blinked, staring down at where they were connected. “Oh, um… I didn’t want you falling behind.”

He didn’t let go, continuing to look forward. “Aww, that’s sweet of you, Kurapika.”

Kurapika turned his head around, nodding slightly. “It’s… it’s nothing.”

(Name) giggled to herself. ‘How cute.’

The two arrived at Menchi’s room, spotting Leorio. He’d came for the same reason they had. “Are you two holding hands?”

Kurapika dropped her hand, clearing his throat. “I was making sure she didn’t get lost.”

“Uh huh… Examiner are you still awake?”

Leorio knocked on the door for a moment. “HEY ARE YOU IN THERE!?”

(Name) jumped at his sudden change in volume.

The three glanced at each other before Leorio reached for the knob.

The door slid open slowly, Leorio screaming as a knife flew out and hit the wall behind him.

Menchi stood in the doorway, wearing only a towel.

“You two sure have a lot of nerve. Most applicants wouldn’t consider sneaking into an examiners in the middle of the night!”

She seemed to be ignoring (Name), only focused on the two men.

“It’s not like that!” Leorio exclaimed, hiding behind (Name).

“Oh no? Then what are you doing here, trying to sneak a peek at me!?”

Kurapika froze on the spot, trying to look everywhere but at Menchi. “Believe me I would never do a thing like that. I consider taking advantage of women in any way disgraceful.”

(Name) cooed at Kurapika, pinching his cheek. “What a sweet boy!”

Kurapika’s already pink cheeks turned red under her praise.

“Hey, why couldn’t you include me in your excuse!?”

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!”

(Name) watched as Menchi chased the two down the hallway. Once the two men were far enough away and she’d gotten a few good hits on Leorio, Menchi huffed and turned back.

“(Name), is there something you wanted to ask of me?”

Menchi seemed to have calmed down, even smoothing out her towel in front of the girl.

“Oh, um…”

‘Oh no, I’ve forgotten already!’

She twiddled her thumbs, Menchi giving her a smile. “Aww, I’m sure you’ve had a rough day, having to be around all these perverted, smelly men. Why don’t you come have a shower? Us examiners have the privilege of a shower and bed in our rooms.”

“Really? Is that allowed?”

Menchi grinned. “It’s not against the rules. Come on!”

She grabbed (Name)’s hand, pulling her into her room.

From a distance, Kurapika and Leorio watched, confused. “Is (Name) in trouble?” Leorio asked, holding his bruised face.

“I don’t think so, Menchi seemed happy when she pulled her in. Perhaps it’s that girls supporting girls thing (Name) mentioned?” Kurapika replied, deep in thought.

“Or Menchi swings the other way.” Leorio said with a sigh. Kurapika raised an eyebrow.

“Swings the other way? What does that mean?”

Leorio narrowed his eyes. “You sure are sheltered, aren’t you?”

Another bruise was added to Leorio’s face, this time from Kurapika.

‘I’ll just ask (Name) about it later.’

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(Name) hummed as she showered, marveling at Menchi’s expensive shampoo.

“Menchi?”

“Yes?”

The woman sat on the bathroom counter as (Name) showered, getting dressed. “Is it really okay to use your shampoo and soap?”

“Yeah, it’s fine! It was provided by the airship, so don’t worry about it.”

(Name) still hesitated as she held the bottle, gulping. She squeezed some into her hands, rubbing the shampoo into her hair. After the long day she had, it felt like heaven.

“Mmm, it smells amazing!”

Menchi smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”

(Name) happily washed herself, letting all the dirt and grime from the day wash down the drain. The hot water also did wonders for her sore muscles.

“So, you’re a chef?”

(Name) sighed. “Maybe a chef is an over exaggeration. I’m more of a baker, that cooks meals for my family. Or well… I used to.”

Menchi stayed quiet for a moment. That implied she either lost her family, or no longer had contact with them. Neither option was good.

“I see. Well I hope you know, I enjoyed what you gave me. I was just being picky today, because of that weirdo Hisoka. He really creeped me out.”

“Oh, please don’t worry about it, I understand. I would have been uneasy as well. That’s not even counting how rude some of the applicants were.” She huffed, rinsing the soap from her body.

Menchi smiled softly, running a brush through her hair. “It’s nice to have someone that understands me. How old are you, (Name).”

“I’m 18!”

Menchi hummed. “We’re around the same age. I’m 21 myself.”

(Name) yawned, letting the warm water run over her a little longer before turning it off. “Oh, I’ll leave the bathroom so you can get dressed.”

She heard Menchi leave and the door close behind her. (Name) stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself.

Menchi sat out her skin care products for (Name) to use. She was thankful, she had only packed a bat of soap and a small travel size bottle of shampoo and conditioner.

After thoroughly pampering herself, (Name) exited the bathroom wearing a pair of lounge shorts and a tanktop. Menchi looked her up, nodding in approval. “Your pajamas are adorable, (Name)!”

She felt her face heat up. “Oh, um… thank you.”

(Name) left Menchi’s room to go find Leorio and Kurapika.

‘She’s cute, I hope she passes.’

———————

(Name) walked around the airship until she found Kurapika and Leorio.

“Hey guys!”

She waved, smiling at the two. “(Name)! Did you get in trouble?”

(Name) blinked at Leorio’s question. “Oh no, I just took a shower.”

“Without me..?”

The two stared at Leorio. “I mean I can invite you next time, b-“

Kurapika put a hand on (Name)’s mouth. “Don’t even joke like that, you’ll get him too excited.”

She pushed his hand away, confused. ‘I wasn’t joking though….’

“(Name), just say the word. I’ll jump in with you anytime.”

Kurapika grimaced, pushing (Name) away from Leorio. “Here, I think if we report him to Menchi for sexual harassment she m-“

“WAIT I WAS KIDDING!”

Leorio fell to his knees, pleading. “Please don’t tell her, I’m already beat up enough!”

(Name) sighed, gently patting the man’s cheek. “Kurapika, be nice. Look at him, he looks like he sorry enough!”

Leorio nodded, cheeks turning pink at her gentle touch. Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched. “Don’t touch him, might catch something.”

“Hey!”

She giggled, leaning down and placing a kiss on Leorio’s forehead. “Shh, quiet down. It’s late.”

It’s like time slowed down to a standstill. Leorio’s face was turning red, Kurapika’s mouth hung agape, a gasp leaving his lips.

Both boys stared at her, unblinking. The girl seemed unfazed by the affectionate gesture.

She glanced between the two. “Hmm? Something wrong?”

They kept quiet, Leorio giggling to himself giddily, and Kurapika scowling as he crossed his arms

She turned to Kurapika. “You okay? You look upset.”

He cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

“He’s jealous.”

Kurapika’s head whipped around to glare at Leorio, his cheeks turning pink. “Leorio!”

He was seething, with both anger and jealousy.

“Oh, do you want a kiss too?”

Still angry with Leorio, he whipped his head around and answered. “No!”

(Name) jumped slightly at the way he yelled at her, looking down at her feet. “Oh. Sorry.”

Kurapika paused, realizing what he said. “Wait, I…”

Too embarrassed to admit he also wanted a kiss, he stayed quiet. (Name) sensed he felt sorry, slowly inching towards him. “It’s okay, Kurapika. I know you didn’t mean to yell.”

She stepped forward, reaching up and pulling him towards her. “May I?”

He felt his heart thump against his chest, swallowing.

“Yes, you may.”

She cupped his cheeks, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his forehead. When she pulled back, she gave him a smile. “There, feel better?”

He nodded slowly, moving his hands to her to keep them in place a little longer. “Much better.”

“Aww you didn’t hold my face when you kissed my forehead!” Leorio complained, pulling on her sleeve. When (Name) turned away, Kurapika stuck his tongue out at the taller man.

“Hmph.”

He folded his arms over his chest, scowling. “Why does Kurapika get special treatment?”

The blonde hummed, curling a finger to his chin. “Maybe because I’m… cute?”

(Name) laughed, pinching Kurapika’s cheek. “You’re cute alright, the cutest.”

The blonde blushed, allowing her to affectionately squeeze his cheek.

“Hey, that looked like…”

The two boys looked out the window, Leorio grabbing (Name)’s head and turning it. “Gon!”

Gon, the 12 year old boy, was outside the airship with Chairman Netero, the old man.

(Name) rushed forward, attempting to open the window and climb out. “(Name)!”

Both Leorio and Kurapika pulled her back, the girl struggling to get free.

“Let go, what if he falls!?”

“What if you fall??”

She turned back, completely serious. “Then that’s something I’ll have to deal with. Let me go.”

Kurapika glanced at Leorio, concerned, before she suddenly went limp.

“Wait, what the-“

Killua appeared, standing a few feet away from them with his arm extended. “I knocked her out. If I didn’t, she would have done something stupid.”

Kurapika picked her up bridal style, giving the boy an incredulous look. “You hit her? Isn’t that too far?”

Killua shrugged. “Better than her potentially falling to her death.”

The blonde couldn’t argue, holding her close to him. Leorio checked for a pulse. “She’s okay, just asleep.”

Kurapika sighed. “Alright. I’ll take her to bed then. Make sure Gon doesn’t get himself hurt.”

He began walking away, looking down at the sleeping girl. Honestly, he wasn’t too upset. After all, he got to hold (Name) close to him and sleep next to her again.

‘… why does that make me happy?’

He frowned, but reached the sleeping quarters and sat her down. He saw her cardigan, and repositioned her so her head was lying in his lap, using the cardigan to cover her up.

He glanced around to make sure was looking before he began to run his hand over her hair, looking down at (Name) fondly. Kurapika had never felt the urge to do something like this before, so his actions surprised even him.

Eventually, Kurapika also fell asleep, letting the slow hum of the airships propeller lull him to sleep.

(Name) woke up to the feeling of something warm on her head. She was lying against some fabric, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

“(Name), you’re awake.”

She blinked, turning to see Kurapika smiling at her. She glanced back down to see where she had been sleeping, only to become flustered.

“Oh- I’m sorry!”

She’d been lying on his lap, and Kurapika had been running his hands over her hair. The man held up his hands. “No need to apologize, I’m the one who laid you down.”

“Still…”

She played with the fabric of her shirt, face heating up. Kurapika sighed, patting her head. “I don’t mind, I promise. Honestly you kept me warm last night.”

This seemed to cheer her up. “Really?”

“Mhm. I run a little cold, so having someone near helped keep me from freezing.”

(Name) nodded, reaching out to take his hand. “I’ll keep you warm every night! Promise!”

His cheeks turned pink, and he cleared his throat. “Ehem. I’ll keep you to that, then.”

Leorio groaned next to them. “(Name), you can sleep on my lap too, ya know.”

Kurapika’s smile faded. “Why would she? You smell like sweat and desperation.”

(Name) gasped. “Kurapika, be nice!”

She scooted over and patted Leorio’s shoulder. “How about you sleep in my lap next time?”

Kurapika blinked, Leorio grinning. “Really? I’ll have to take you up on t-“

Kurapika pulled (Name) back, glaring at the taller man. “What a filthy pervert. (Name), you shouldn’t let random men sleep on your lap.”

“But I’d let you sleep on my lap, Kurapika.”

The blonde was at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing. Leorio huffed. “Uh huh. What’s your argument for that, blondie?”

Kurapika folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall. “Well I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but I still think you should be cautious, (Name).”

She smiled warmly. “I will. I just trust that you two wouldn’t hurt me. After all, you carried me here and let me sleep on your lap, so I don’t mind returning the favor.”

He looked away so she couldn’t see just how red his face was. ‘What’s wrong with me? It’s like everything she says has my heart racing…’

“Sorry for the slight delay, we are about to land at our destination.”

The group of three all stood when they heard the announcement, making their way to the exit.

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(Name) stood with Killua and Gon, the white haired boy staring at at her bandaged arm. Today, (Name) wore the tanktop she slept in and a pair of sweatpants. Her cardigan was wrapped around her waist, in case she got cold.

“I’m alright, Killua.”

She’d caught him staring, and the boy instantly looked away. “Whatever, it’s not like I care.”

Gon and (Name) shared a look. “Mhm.”

“May I have your attention?”

The looked over to see Beans standing in the middle of the group.

“You’re standing on what’s known as Trick Tower and it’s the site for the Third Phase. In this phase, there is only one objective and it isn’t complicated. Find your way to the bottom of the tower alive. There’s a time limit of 72 hours.”

(Name) thanked god that she restocked her bag with snacks and more water from the cafeteria.

“3 days…”

“72 hours to get to the bottom, and I have a feeling it isn’t going to be easy.”

Kurapika nodded, agreeing with Leorio. “Yeah, it’s bound to be harder than the last phase so we better make sure we stay sharp.”

(Name) nodded, watching as a man approached them and began to climb down the tower.

“Ooo, I want to t-“

“No.” They all said in unison, Leorio reaching out a hand to prevent her from trying. And thankfully she didn’t, because the man was carried away by large birds.

“Rest in peace.” she said, waving to the man as he was carried away. Kurapika patted her shoulder.

“See, this is why you shouldn’t rush to do things. You’ll end up like that man.”

She nodded slowly. “There has to be some kind of entrance to lead us to the bottom.” Kurapika said. “We should spread out, we don’t want to get left behind, so we?”

(Name) began to leave on her own, but Kurapika quietly pulled her along with him while the others weren’t looking. “You’re coming with me.”

They searched around the area, not finding anything. The two joined back up with Leorio.

“Huh, there are fewer people.” Kurapika stated.

Leorio began to count. “About 23 left? When did this happen?”

“About half the group has managed to find a way in. And so they must already be on there way down. I’m pretty sure if they’d all taken the same entry, we would have noticed this by now. So that would suggest there would have to be a number of trap doors around here.”

(Name) watched him with a surprised expression. ‘Wow, I hadn’t even noticed any of that.’

“Guys!”

Gon was waving them over, smiling. “You find something?” Kurapika asked, giving the boy a smile of his own.

“Nice, Gon!”

(Name) watched as Leorio lifted the stone, crouched next to Gon. Once he did, bars appeared, blocking their entry.

“Huh, what the? Stupid thing!”

Leorio dropped the tile, sighing.

“Looks like some sort of automatic lock.”

“What, so we can’t get in this way?”

“We’ll just have to find another way.”

(Name) glanced between the two as they talked. “And I think we’ll have to assume each of the doors leads to a different route to the bottom of the tower.”

Leorio grunted. “How can you be so calm about everything? For all we know there aren’t going to be enough entrances for everyone!”

“Yes there is!”

(Name) turned slightly to see Gon smiling. “I’ve already found seven of them, more than we need!”

(Name) laughed. “Wow! Good going, Gon!”

He pointed each one out, (Name) patting him on the head as he did.

“6 entrances so close together? Something doesn’t feel right about this.” Leorio said, looking down at the trap doors.

“It’s entirely possible that some of them are traps.”

When Kurapika said this, he glanced at (Name), concern briefly flickering across his face.

“So what do you say, doll face, you feeling lucky?” he asked (Name), poking her cheek.

“Mmm, as lucky as a girl can on a big tower surrounded by man eating birds.”

Killua snickered at this.

“You bet, we each pick one and live with our choices.”

“I agree!”

The all smiled at each other. “Alright, let’s figure out who takes which door.”

They played rock paper scissors, (Name) ending up between Killua and Kurapika. The blonde was glad for that, hoping that their close proximity might mean they ended up near each other.

“Okay, everybody, jump in on the count of three!”

Kurapika sighed. “I guess this is where our paths diverge.”

“Well, see you all at the bottom.”

(Name) nodded. “I wish you all good luck.”

“One, two, three!”

They jumped, (Name) landing on the cold stone floor with a huff. It was dark, and for a moment her heart dropped.

Then the light flickered on, showing that she was not alone…

All of her friends were there too!

“So much for the big farewell.”

“No kidding.”

(Name) laughed. “I’m happy. I didn’t want to split up with you all yet!”

The boys smiled, Kurapika and Leorio blushing lightly.

“Looks like this room doesn’t have a way out.”

(Name) slung her backpack over her shoulder, following Kurapika to a small table. It contained bracelets, with an x and an o.

“The path of majority rules. To reach the bottom, the 6 of you must vote to overcome the challenges you may encounter and on this route majority rules.”

(Name) put on the bracelet, the rest following suit. An announcement rang out, stating that they’d need to wait for their 6th member.

“All we can do is wait.”

(Name) nodded, plopping down onto the ground. “Oh, we can play a game! How does go-fish sound?”

“Go-fish? But we don’t have any cards.”

The girl grinned at Gon, reaching into her backpack. “Oh, but I do.”

The two boys marveled at the deck of playing cards, Kurapika humming. “You sure came prepared, (Name). Why did you think to bring cards?”

She shrugged. “Well, playing games with people helps to ease tension and create friendly ties. It’s also a way to decide things, like the winner of the game gets an item or something like that. If I were to fight against a gambler, I would suggest playing a game if cards. It may provide enough time for me to think of a better idea, while letting my opponent indulge in their bad habit.”

Kurapika nodded slowly. “That’s interesting, I would have never thought about that.”

He took note of this, storing the information away for later.

The four played as Leorio paced. He denied them when they asked him to play. “It’s been two hours. By now most of them should have been able to find a way inside, wouldn’t you say? The only guys up there are the morons who don’t have a clue what they’re doing.”

They looked up from their game, hearing a tile moving above them. “Seems like a moron is on his way.

Someone fell to the floor, landing with a thud.

“Ugh, not you.”

(Name) also frowned when she saw you had joined them.

“Hey, Tonpa!” Gon greeted the man.

“So the gangs all here, huh!”

“Aw man, so we gotta take the path of majority rules with this jerk?” Leorio said, groaning.

(Name) stood as Tonpa put his bracelet on, pocketing her deck of cards.

“Come on, follow me!” Tonpa said as the door opened.

“Who does he think he is? He shows up last and all of a sudden he’s the leader?” Leorio huffed.

The first task was to decide on if the next door should be open, with 5 saying yes, and 1 saying no.

Obviously, Tonpa was the one who said no.

(Name) walked in, ignoring Leorio’s yelling.

———————

Kurapika and (Name) stuck close together, Tonpa noticing this. They went through several doors before they ended up in a large room, being unable to cross over the path. There was a flat, tiles surface in the middle of the room, and looking down, they couldn’t see the bottom.

‘Guess trying to jump across is out of the question.’

(Name) thought, peeking over the edge.

“The exam committee has enlisted us to be a part of the applicant testing process. This is where the six of you will fight against the five of us.”

‘There’s only 5? That means one of us won’t have to fight.’ Kurapika thought.

“That guy looks pretty tough.” Gon said, (Name) nodding along.

“You see, this is why I wanted to go left back there.” Leorio stated, crossing his arms.

“There’s always a chance that route could have been even harder.”

They watched the muscular man. “Matches are one on one. You can’t fight more than once. It doesn’t matter who fights when, you’re on the path of majority rules. Which means in order to continue, you have to win at least 3 out of 5. Fight anyway you want. There will be no draws. To be declared the winner, your opponent must admit defeat.”

(Name) leaned against the wall, thinking about how she’d fight. ‘Mmm, I don’t really wanna hurt anyone…’

“It’s time to decide whether or not you accept this challenge. If you do, press O. If you do not, press X.”

(Name) sighed as Leorio made sure Tonpa wouldn’t press X again. ‘I wonder if I could to a flip before falling all the way down…’ she thought, before pressing O.

“How are we gonna decide who goes first?” Gon asked. (Name) hummed, pulling out her dagger.

“I can,” she said, putting the handle between her teeth as she put a headband on to prevent any hair from getting in her face. Gon shook his head.

“I’ll go first.”

“No, I think it should be me.” Kurapika said, pulling the blade from her mouth. “He’s obviously the type of fighter that relies on his physical strength. In hand to hand combat, you two would be at a disadvantage.”

He wiped the handle and returned it to her. “Wait a minute, you’re not that much bigger than Gon.” Leorio reminded him.

“That’s true, but I have a weapon.”

“So do I…” (Name) mumbled, twirling her dagger in her hand. Kurapika frowned, wanting to scold her but unable to.

“But if he takes it away from you, you’re a goner.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you want to go?”

Leorio frowned, glancing at the muscular man. (Name) stood. “If you two are done, I’m ready to-“

Killua stepped forward, cutting her off. “Well, if you guys are scared, I’ll go.”

“Hold on, I’ll go.”

Tonpa held his arm out, looking to the man on the other side. “There are no rules to these matches, right? Which means anything could happen. Who knows, he may set a trap for us. Sure he looks big and strong, but we can’t say for sure how he’s gonna try to beat us. Trust me, the most important thing here isn’t physical strength, it’s the ability to react to whatever they might throw at you. Allow me to go out and test the water for you guys.”

(Name) stopped paying attention, moving closer into the room and sitting down on the rocky ground.

Tonpa and the man entered the ring, the man suggesting they make it a fight to the death.

Killua walked over to (Name) and sat across from her. “Why are you just sitting over here? Aren’t you interested in the fight?”

She shrugged. “Not really. I may not like Tonpa, but I’m not exactly excited to see him get his ass beat.”

Killua nodded at this. “I see. So you don’t like fighting?”

“Not necessarily. I’ll fight or watch a fight if I have to, but fighting when it’s not in defense of myself or a friend is hard to get behind. Though I guess it’s unavoidable now. If I want to become a hunter, I’ll need to be able to fight for other reasons as well.”

‘So she doesn’t fight unless it’s necessary? Is it because she’s weak, or because she dislikes it?’

He seemed deep in thought when he felt something hit his shoulder. Killua glanced down to see a small piece of candy.

“Here, Menchi gave me some to refill my bag. Apparently they’re gourmet candy!”

Killua nodded slowly, confused. “Why are you giving this to me?”

“I dunno. I like sharing with friends.”

He stood up and walked away, opening the wrapper to the candy and tossing it into his mouth before returning to watch Tonpa’s fight.

Tonpa’s fight didn’t take long, the man admitting defeat before the man could strike him.

“Did he just surrender?”

“Unbelievable.”

(Name) blinked, looking up at Kurapika. “Did he seriously just give up?”

Tonpa went on a whole speech about how blah blah he’s a rookie crusher blah blah he’s a coward. (Name) didn’t pay much attention, only listening when she saw Kurapika tense up beside her.

“You’re despicable.”

“Damn you. I won’t forget this. We are gonna get out of this tower, and then I’m going to beat you senseless.”

“Old man, you’re nothing but a pest. And the only good pest, is a dead one.”

Killua began walking towards Tonpa, (Name) stepping closer to Kurapika. She gently patted his back, the blonde giving her a smile in return.

“Hey, wait, you can’t do that! You need a fifth person!” Tonpa began backing away.

“See if I care.”

Kurapika pushed (Name) back a little, his eyes trained on Killua.

“He’s right! Listen guys, Tonpa’s actually got a point. With 5 against 1, we can still win! So there’s to be angry about. Right, Kurapika? What do you say?”

The blonde nodded. “I guess it makes sense.”

“Come on, you can’t be serious!” Leorio groaned.

“Hm. You owe your life to Gon, you know.” Killua said, walking back to stand by Gon.

—————————

“They’re sending out their next fighter, who should we send?”

Gon ran forward. “Hey, I’m going next.”

“You sure you’ll be okay?”

“Come on, I’ll be okay Killua, don’t worry!”

(Name) made a distressed noise, watching him run along the path with a frown. “Please be careful, sweetheart!”

He waved at her. “I will!”

‘Sweetheart?’ The others thought, glancing at (Name).

“Will you be okay, Gon?” Kurapika asked, standing near (Name).

“Yeah, actually this guy seems like he’s pretty normal. He doesn’t look scary or anything!”

(Name) crossed her arms. “You shouldn’t underestimate him, Gon.”

“Compared to the first guy he’s not really that intimidating.”

“Hmm, something about him gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

(Name) sat at the edge of the platform, Leorio giving her a confused look. “(Name), you shouldn’t sit so close to the edge. It’s dangerous.”

She looked back at him, the look in her eyes causing him to rush forward and pull her back from the edge roughly.

“Leorio, what are you doing?” Kurapika asked, stepping closer to the pair.

“I…”

He let go of (Name)’s arm, the look in her eyes that had been there a moment before gone. “Hmm?”

She tilted her head at him, Kurapika giving Leorio a confused look before helping her up.

‘That look in her eye… it must have been my imagination, but for a second, I thought she was going to…’

He shook the thought from her head. ‘No, that’s stupid. Why would she even think of that?’

“Sorry, (Name). I just didn’t want you to fall.”

She shook her head. “No, don’t apologize. Thank you for worrying about me.”

Leorio nodded. “No problem.”

He still felt uneasy, making sure she was farther away from the edge.

Kurapika explained that their opponents were long term convicts. (Name) watched as the convict pulled out two candles, one longer and one shorter.

“Once again majority rules. O for the longer candle, X for the shorter one.”

(Name) glanced between Kurapika and Leorio as they argued the choice. “Gon, go ahead and pick one, we’ll back your decision whatever it will be. I’m willing to bet that in this case, your natural instincts are better than our logic.”

“I agree.”

Gon smiled. “I choose the longer one!”

(Name) giggled. “Hehe, good choice, Gon.”

The two lit their candles, and stood at opposite sides of the ring.

Suddenly, the flame grew large, causing the candle to melt much faster.

(Name) gasped, watching as Gon placed his cancel on the ground and rushed forward to blow out the other persons candle.

“Alright, now it’s my turn to go.”

Kurapika walked forward, (Name) grabbing his sleeve when his opponent revealed himself. “Be careful, Pika.”

For just a moment, Kurapika paused. ‘Pika?’

He’d ask her about that later, now he needed to focus on the task at hand. Kurapika nodded before joining his opponent in the ring.

“I’ve got 19 kills so far, but I don’t really the sound of odd numbers and it’s been bugging me for a while. Now the times come, and I can make it an even 20.”

(Name) and Leorio tended to Gon’s burned finger. They weren’t too bad, only needing a bit of aloe. She glanced up just in time to see Kurapika remove his Tabard and white shirt, revealing a gray sleeveless undershirt.

“Shall we get started?”

Her face heated up. She already knew he was handsome, but seeing him like this had her flustered. “Get him, Pika!”

The blondes lip twitched up into a half smile before he focused on his fight.

The fight began, the man punching a hole into the ground. As he turned, the man revealed a spider tattoo.

“It’s proof that he’s a member of the phantom troupe!” Leorio yelled out, obviously worried for his friend.

“Aren’t they the ones that killed all of Kurapika’s friends and family?”

(Name) held onto her shirt, heart racing. “Pika…”

‘He must be experiencing such rage and sorrow right now. I hope he gives that bastard what he deserves.’

“What’s the matter, you too terrified to speak?”

(Name) was having trouble paying attention to the mans monologue.

“He’s not scared, he’s angry!”

Kurapika stood up, eyes gone red yet again. (Name) watched as Kurapika easily defeated the man.

“Remember these three things. Number one, if you really were a member of the Phantom Troupe, your tattoo would include your member number, which it doesn’t. Number two, they wouldn’t bother to keep track of the people they’ve already murdered. Three, don’t ever speak of the Phantom Troupe again, because if you do…”

He picked up his tabard. “I’ll have to kill you.”

Kurapika walked back, brushing off the front of his tabard.

“Are you alright?” Leorio asked.

“Yeah, I’m uninjured.”

“I mean, is it okay for us to be around you right now?”

“He really wasn’t much of a fighter, I could tell that right from the start just from looking at him.”

(Name) began rummaging through her bag as they teased Leorio for not realizing the man was bluffing.

“And not only that, his tattoo was a fake. But as soon as I saw that spider, everything turned red. You know, to tell you the truth even when I see an ordinary spider my rage builds up and I lose control.”

He sat down near the back, pulling his knees to his chest. “Huh. I suppose it just proves my desire for vengeance hasn’t faded away quite yet. I should be thankful for that.”

(Name) sat next to him, sighing softly. “You alright?”

He didn’t answer, only leaning his head against her shoulder.

“Alright, time to wrap this up.” Leorio said, cracking his knuckles. “Hey, get that piece of garbage out of the way so we can continue.”

“We can’t do that, the last match still hasn’t finished.”

“What are you talking about?”

Kurapika had only knocked them out, meaning the match wasn’t over. It was a death match over all, and the man wasn’t dead.

“Hey, Kurapika, go over there and finish that guy off so we can get through this thing.”

“I won’t. This match is over for me.”

“Yeah, but y-“

“When I was out there I allowed myself to attack an opponent who had already lost the will to fight. I refuse to kill someone that has already been defeated.”

Leorio groaned. “But you’ve got to do something!”

“I’ll leave it to him. When he regains consciousness, he’ll choose his own fate. I’ll do absolutely nothing until that time.”

Leorio was about to complain, but Killua stepped forward.

“Hey I can kill him for you, I don’t mind. You’ve never killed anyone before, have you? You scared to?”

(Name) glanced between the two, sensing a change in the mood.

“I’ve never thought about whether or not I was scared to kill someone. Anyway, this match is one on one, you can’t get involved.”

“It’s up to you, but it’s not what’s best for the team, is it?”

(Name) knew Kurapika wouldn’t be changing his mind, so she just soothing rubbed his arm, letting Leorio yell.

He attempted to get them to use majority rules, but she ignored him. Right now she was focused on softly soothing Kurapika, who was obviously upset by the mention of the Phantom Troupe

“You don’t have to do anything that would make you uncomfortable, Pika. We’ll wait.”

He nodded, resting against her shoulder again. “Thank you…”

‘She used that name again. I’m too tired to ask her about it now…’

“Leorio, give it a rest.” (Name) said after a while. “He’s not doing it, and I won’t let you make him.”

Leorio huffed and walked away, sitting in the very back.

“You know, I think your tabard is pretty. Is it traditional clothing for the Kurta?” (Name) asked. Kurapika nodded, glancing at her.

“Yes, why do ask?”

She smiled, pushing some of his blonde locks out of his face and behind his ear. “I was curious. The person who made it must have been quite talented.”

Kurapika’s cheeks turned pink. “Actually, I was the one who made this. My… my mother taught me when I was a child. She was a talented seamstress.”

(Name) beamed. “Really? Oh, that’s wonderful! I bet she would be proud to see how far you’ve come, with your sewing, and just in general.”

Kurapika looked at her, his eyes red, but this time they were softer, not the violent shade of scarlet she’d seen before. ‘Huh, maybe the shade is different depending on the emotion.’

“That’s… very kind of you to say. I think she would have liked you.”

“Really? I’m honored.”

He was feeling better, the anger he’d felt simmering down enough that he could smile. Right now, (Name) couldn’t stop staring into his eyes.

Kuraoika blinked. “Sorry, I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“Scare me? Why would you scare me?”

He sighed. “My eyes… they aren’t normal. When I’m angry, or feel strong emotion they turn red. Some people fear them, some covet them.”

(Name) shook her head. “I certainly don’t fear them. You eyes are beautiful.”

Kurapika seemed a little uneasy with her response, but with one look at her sweet smile he knew she wasn’t the type to try and harm him for his eyes.

“They’re… they’re warm. That’s the only way I can describe them. When your eyes are staring at me, I feel… warm.”

Kurapika felt his heart begin to race again. “Warm? I don’t understand.”

She hummed, curling a finger at her chin. “Hmm… it’s like being covered up with a blanket on a cold night, being tucked into bed by someone who loves you. Not cold, not hot, but… warm.”

He stared at her with half lidded eyes, tears threatening to spill. “Do you really mean that?”

“Mhm. I could look at your eyes forever.”

She truly was a kind girl. With little no to effort, and with nothing to gain, she’d made Kurapika’s day a little better. The burden he carried, of everyone he knew fearing his scarlet eyes became a little less heavy.

“You don’t know how much that means to me, (Name).”

She didn’t respond, only patting his head.

The two spent the next few hours resting, (Name) occasionally offering the group some water or a snack. Kurapika stayed near her the entire time, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d say he was being a little clingy.

—————————

Leorio stood, joining Gon and Killua.

“Listen up, I’m going to go out there to check and see if that guy is already dead. If he is, then this match is over.”

“It’s like I said before, he’s not dead, he’s unconscious.”

“Yeah, but it’s already been a few hours. Do you expect us to stand here and take your word for it?”

(Name) stood up, Kurapika immediately moving to follow her.

“Alright then, let’s bet on it. Is Majitani alive, or is he dead, place your bet.”

(Name) stared at her bag as they continued talking, her eyes narrowing.

They were betting time.

She sighed as they began fighting amongst each other again. “Gon’s right, you know. All this fighting is just playing right into their hands.”

“Ugh, you’ve got a point.”

Leorio let go of Tonpa.

“So, what are you going to do? You have to decide whether or not you’re going to accept the challenge.”

Leorio thought for a moment. “Yeah, yeah I know. HEY! I accept your challenge.”

“Alright. I’m gonna go ahead and make the first bet. It’s up to you to decide how many hours you decide to wager.”

Leorio sighed. “Ten hours says that he’s alive.”

“Really? Just a minute ago weren’t you thinking that he was already dead?” Gon asked with a tilt of his head.

“You’re playing it safe, aren’t you?”

“You bet I am.”

The man laughed. “Alright, let’s go see if he’s dead or not. Hey, girl.”

(Name) blinked, pointing at herself. “Uh, yeah?”

“You come with him.”

She stared at the man in confusion, glancing at Kuraoika. He held onto her arm. “Why does she have to go? That makes no sense.”

The man grinned. “Two against two. I’m being nice and letting two of you enter the ring, since it will be two of us convicts present as well.”

Kurapika frowned. “Why her, though?”

He shrugged. “Picked at random.”

(Name) patted Kurapika’s shoulder. “It’s fine, I’ll go. After all, I don’t feel good having Leorio go alone.”

The blonde could only watch as she followed Leorio into the ring.

She stood by Leorio’s side as he felt for a pulse, watching the man while Leorio was distracted.

“He does have a pulse.”

“See, I told you so. He was just unconscious.”

(Name) hummed. “He’s alive you guys!”

“I’m all done here. He’s obviously not dead yet.”

“Okay, I guess that means it’s your turn then. What are you going to bet on this time?”

Before Leorio could speak, (Name) opened her backpack and pulled out her dagger.

“Why don’t we up the stakes a little?”

Kurapika felt Gon pull him back. He hadn’t even noticed he’d begun to walk forward.

“What do you mean by that, girlie?”

She placed the blade at her own neck, staring into the man’s eyes. “Instead of betting time, I’ll bet my own life.”

This time, Kurapika rushed forward, yelling from the edge of the platform. “WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?”

Leorio attempted to reason with her, but she only pressed the knife against her throat tighter when he approached, causing him to pause. A thin trickle of blood ran down the front of her shirt.

Kurapika’s eyes were shining red again, Killua anxiously clenching his fist.

‘What’s wrong with this girl, is she crazy!?’

“If I die, that means we lose anyways. All of the time will be yours, meaning your life sentences will be reduced by 72 hours. Isn’t that what you want?”

The man laughed. “You’ve got one scary look in your eyes, girlie. Alright, I accept your offer. Just be ready to kill yourself if you’re wrong.”

She relaxed, keeping the blade at her throat, but releasing some of the pressure.

“I’ll put 20 hours on the line that he really is unconscious. So tell me, how are you going to prove which one of us wins?”

She glanced at Leorio, who nodded.

“That won’t be hard. I happen to know a very effective way to find out.”

Leorio picked up the man and held him over the edge.

“I’ll drop him over the edge, and if he really is unconscious, he’ll drop like a stone and that will be it.”

“What are you two insane or something? Majitani hasn’t even finished his own match yet. How can you seriously expect me to agree to this?”

Leorio squeezed Majitani’s shoulder. “Let me make this easy for you. If he screams as he falls, we’ll give you the match between you and Kurapika, which gives you two points in total. Now will you agree to do it?”

(Name) waited patiently, risking a glance at her friends. Kurapika was staring at her with those red eyes again, yet this time he looked… scared? Anxious? She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She felt a little bad, but this was the best way to get the convict to agree.

After all, she didn’t mind risking her life if it meant helping her friends.

“Hold it, alright I agree to your position. But I’m changing my bet. I’m now going to wager all 40 hours over him regaining consciousness after you drop him over the side.”

“Huh, it took a while but you finally revealed your position with that bet. Oh well, looks like I don’t have a choice. Away he goes.”

Majitani gasped, holding onto Leorio’s hand. “Agh, wait please don’t let go! I’m awake!”

He sprinted away, muttering as he hid on his side of the room. (Name) sighed, placing her dagger back in her bag. She sent Kurapika a smile.

“See, I told you I wouldn’t make you do anything that made you uncomfortable.”

Leorio pinched her cheek. “Go ahead and stick to your principles, Kurapika. I’ll handle the rest.”

Kurapika smiled. “(Name), Leorio…”

“Alright, who’s next?”

(Name) began to raise her hand, but Leorio shot her a look. “Go back, now. I’m fighting this one.”

She frowned, walking down the path to meet with the others. “Alright, but I’m fighting the next o-“

Her entire world went black, the last thing she would remembering being a sharp pain in her neck.

“Stupid girl. If you fight, you’re going to get yourself killed.”

Killua hoisted her over his shoulder and handed her off to Kurapika when he got. “Here, you can take care of her.”

Kurapika pulled (Name) into his arms, sitting down so her head could rest in his lap. “Killua, you do that again and-“

Killua rolled his eyes. “Did you see what she did out there? She’s reckless, you should be thanking me. I don’t think she would have taken no for an answer next round.”

Kurapika knew he was right, but seeing the red mark on her neck where Killua knocked her out made his stomach churn. “… I understand that, but…”

Gon crouched down, patting Kurapika’s shoulder. “It’s alright Kurapika. She’ll be okay, and Killua is right. We shouldn’t underestimate (Name). She’s determined to pass this phase!”

Killua watched her from the corner of his eye. ‘That’s not quite right. She’s determined, but I don’t think it’s to pass the Hunter Exam.’

He sighed. ‘I don’t care either way.’

But even as he thought that, he continued to watch her, frowning slightly when he caught sight of the red marks on her neck. One from him, and one from herself.

———————

(Name) groaned going to rub her neck, only to feel bandages. She shot up, being greeted with multiple pairs of eyes on her.

“(Name), you’re awake!”

She was pulled into Kurapika’s arms, the blondes tight hold making her wince. “Pika, too tight…”

“Oh, sorry!”

He let go, and instead grabbed both of her cheeks. “What were you thinking, (Name)?! What if they won their bet? Are you really ready to sacrifice your life?”

“If it means none of you will die, yeah.”

The room went quiet. Every single person was staring at her, even Tonpa.

“(Name), you can’t be serious. You’ve just met us.” Killua said, his eyes narrowing.

“But you’re all my friends, and have goals and aspirations I want to help you complete. I…”

She shook her head, seemingly stopping herself from sharing too much. “Im not stupid. I wouldn’t put my life on the line for no reason.”

Leorio scowled. “Care to share your reasoning?”

(Name) smoothed out her top, seeing that the bloodstain had faded a bit. ‘Did they try and clean it?’ She thought with a faint smile.

“Like Leorio, I knew that man was awake.”

Kurapika’s eyes widened. “Wait, how?”

She smiled. “I told you I dropped out of med school, right? Anyone training to be a doctor knows the differences between someone that’s sleeping and someone that’s awake.”

“Maybe so, but that doesn’t explain why you bet your life on it. There was no need.”

(Name) sighed. “But there was. Leorio, just from your face I could tell you were planning to do something risky to prove he was conscious. To take some of the heat off of you, I used my life as both an incentive and a distraction. Therefore his mind would be clouded with both the possibility of receiving the full 72 hours, and getting to see a woman kill herself in front of him. He looked like he would enjoy that.”

Kurapika was surprised. Her plan wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing, it was thought out and calculated. “That’s-“

“That’s stupid! I don’t care what reason you say, you doing that was not only stupid, but an unnecessary risk. Your life is worth far more than this damn exam! If it’s between me failing and you dying, I’d fail!”

Leorio seemed genuinely upset, his eyebrows furrowed. (Name) looked down to the ground, fiddling with her cardigan. “… sorry, Leorio. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

He huffed, approaching the girl until he was right in front of her. She stared at his legs for a moment, before she felt his arms wrap around her.

He sighed, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Just don’t do anything like that again…”

She didn’t respond, instead wrapping her arms around him and patting his back.

Once she was let go, (Name) got a good look at her surroundings. “Wait… where are we?”

They weren’t in the same place they’d been before, now in a small room. “Oh… well…”

It was Leorio’s turn to fiddle with his thumbs, looking away from the girl. (Name) looked to Kurapika for an explanation.

“We lost most of our time during Leorio’s round. Because of that, we have to stay in this room for a few days.”

(Name) stood, suddenly panicked. “In here, for days? Is there a bathroom!?”

They nodded, and she relaxed. “Oh, okay. Got me worried there for a second.”

She stretched out on the couch, lying on her tummy. “So… how long was I asleep?”

Kurapika hummed. “About twoish hours. Not long.”

“Long enough for Leorio to start pacing around acting all worried.” Killua stated with a snicker.

The tall man huffed, plopping down on the other couch.

A few hours passed by before (Name) stood, groaning. “Well, now I’m bored. Let’s see what they’ve got in here…”

“We already looked, there wasn’t anything interesting. Just some board games and some yarn or something…”

(Name) gasped. “Yarn? Are there needles?”

Killua raised an eyebrow. “… yes?”

“Oh hell yes. My grandma training is finally useful to me.”

‘Grandma training? What the hell does that mean?’ Killua thought as he watched her crawl over to the half opened drawer.

“Hmm…”

Kurapika turned his head when he heard the sound of humming. (Name) was knitting, tongue out in concentration. ‘Cute.’

“What are you doing, (Name)?”

He scooted towards her, peeking over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m knitting! Not sure how much I’ll get done by the time we leave, but…”

She showed him what she’d gotten done so far. “Oh wow, you work fast. What are you planning to make?”

She poked out her lip in thought. “Hmm… maybe a scarf? It’s kind of cold, although I was expecting that because it’s January…”

Kurapika tilted his head. “You’re cold?”

“A little. But my cardigan keeps me pretty warm!”

She went back to work, Kurapika fascinated by the way her hands moved to knit smoothly. “Do you…”

He scooted closer, sitting next to her. “Do you think you could teach me a little? Just the basics of course.”

(Name) smiled, pausing her work. “Of course! But I have a favor to ask of you in return.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

She set down her needles, shaking her hands to ease the ache. “Could you teach me more about the Kurta? I know very little about them, and I’m very interested.”

This took Kurapika aback. Although many people had more than one question to ask him about the scarlet eyes, not many were interested in his people. They wanted to know about their eyes, not them.

“Oh… yes, I would be happy to teach you. I could start out with telling you a few words in my language.”

“Really?”

His heart began to race. She looked excited, leaning forward, a bit too close to his face for comfort. “Y-yes. It would be a pleasure.”

They stared at each other, inches apart. For a moment, he caught himself looking at her lips, considering closing the distance and-

“Can you teach me some cuss words too?”

Kurapika internally groaned, turning to see Killua hovering around him. “That would be a disservice to my people.”

“Come on, just a few. I wanna make people wonder what I’m saying when I yell at them in a video game.”

He gestured over to the screen Gon was sat in front of, some first person shooter game pulled up.

“(Name), what’s a-“

Killua covered his mouth. “If someone called you it over the game, don’t say it out loud. At least not in front of the others.” he whispered.

Gon nodded slowly. “Okay, I won’t say twink in front of the others.”

(Name) held a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. “They… called you a twink?”

Leorio did nothing to hide his laughter. “Holy shit, they must of sensed Kurapika nearby!”

‘I don’t even want to know what twink means.’ Kurapika thought, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What’s a twink-“

(Name) spoke up. “Anyways…”

She began knitting again, showing Kurapika the basics. Much to her annoyance, he caught on quicker than she ever could. ‘It took me weeks to get that right…’

But she couldn’t stay mad when he proudly held up the work he did, smiling at her. “Look, I did it!”

“You did, it looks nice! A perfect little square!”

He seemed to beam under her praise, allowing her to pat his head. Her touch always felt nice, especially when it was after he’d done something to earn a smile from her.

A few more hours passed by, the group settling down onto the couches. The two boys curled up near (Name), Gon lying his head in her lap. Kurapika was a little disappointed they wouldn’t be sleeping near each other this time, but couldn’t deny how sweet the scene in front of him was.

(Name) slowly ran her fingers through the young boy’s hair, only pausing when she noticed him shiver.

Kurapika watched from the corner of his eye as she shed her thick cardigan, draping it over the two boys. He could see her rub her arms slightly before resting against the couch.

‘Didn’t she say she was cold earlier?’

She drifted off to sleep, and once her chest began to rise and fall softly, he tiptoed over.

‘You’re too nice, (Name).’

He pulled off his tabard and draped it over her, making sure her bare arms were covered before he sat on the opposite side of her and pulled her in close.

‘I may not be that warm, but…’

He glanced around the room before he planted a kiss on the top of her head. ‘Hopefully I can keep you a little warm…’

Kuraoika fell asleep soon after, his head leaned against her’s. Unbeknownst to him, Killua watched this interaction.

‘I don’t understand… neither of them have nothing to gain. Why did she…’

He sighed, snuggling into the warm cardigan. ‘Whatever. It’s not like it matters.’

But he found himself feeling comforted by the soft fabric, able to sleep much faster than he usually would.

———————

(Name) woke up to the sound of Killua groaning. “Damn it, we lost again. Gon, you suck.”

Although barely conscious, she yelled out. “Hey, don’t be mean Killua. Gon’s just…”

She began to fall back asleep, startling awake again when Kurapika shifted next to her. “Gon’s just silly.”

Kurapika hummed in his sleep, pulling her closer to him. “Mmm, (Name)…”

She felt her face heat up as snuggled into the crook of her neck. “P-Pika!”

His eyes slowly blinked open. “Hmm?”

It took him a moment to realize what he’d been doing.

The blonde jumped back, mouth dropped open in both shock and embarrassment. “Oh- I didn’t mean-“

“And you said I was the pervert.”

Kurapika was still processing that he’d just been nuzzling into her neck moments before, cheeks slowly catching fire. “I’m so sorry, (Name). That won’t happen again.”

“No, it’s alright. You just surprised me is all.”

She reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Leorio huffed.

“You snuggle up to her like some creepy old man and it’s fine, but I want to lay on her lap and all of a sudden there’s a problem.”

Kuraoika threw a pillow at the man. “The difference is, I was asleep, and you’re a pervert!”

“Well seems like you were saying her name in your sleep. It’s not looking good for you, Buddy.” Tonpa said, butting in.

“Shut up!” the two said in unison.

(Name) stood between the two. “Okay, break it up ladies you’re both pretty. Now why don’t you two sit down and I’ll make some breakfast?”

Leorio grumbled, but did as he was told. Kurapika followed her to the small kitchenette. “You’re going to cook something?”

He remembered trying some of her leftovers during the second phase, and was excited to eat her cooking again.

“Yeah! They provided us a fridge and small kitchen, why not use it?”

Kurapika watched as she began cooking, his observant eyes following her every move. He noted exactly when she flipped the pancakes, how she cracked the eggs, and what she used to stir the bacon.

“How do you know where it’s time to flip the pancakes?” Kurapika asked, ever the curious one.

“Well when the edges start to bubble up, I know it’s time to-“

She picked up her spatula and flipped it. “To flip them!”

He marveled at this, (Name) noticing he was staring at her spatula. “Pika, do you want to try?”

“Oh, if that’s alright with you.”

He took over pancake flipping duty, getting the hang of it almost immediately. If (Name) wasn’t busy preparing the eggs and bacon, she may have been a little pouty.

Gon poked his head into the kitchenette, smiling. “(Name), is it almost ready? It smells so good!”

She nodded, crouching down to offer him a piece of bacon. “Here, half this and share with Killua.”

He gasped and ran out. “Killua, look!”

A moment later, Leorio poked his head into the kitchen. “Hey, where’s my bacon??”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Are you so childish that you can’t wait another 10 minutes?”

(Name) elbowed the blonde. “Hey, be nice. I happen to like Leorio’s enthusiasm for my cooking.”

She handed him a piece of bacon, smiling. “Here you go, careful sweetheart, it’s hot.”

“Sweetheart?” they said in unison, one blushing, one pouting.

“Oh, sorry, sometimes I forget not everyone is used to pet names. Where I’m from, we use them a lot. Nicknames too.”

“Oh, is that why you’ve been calling me Pika?”

(Name)’s face heated up, the girl turning back to the stove. “Kind of!”

“Kind of? Is there another reason?”

Kurapika tilted his head. (Name) glanced at him, biting her lip.

“Well… I thought it was cute. Like you.”

Kurapika felt his face get hot. “Cute? Do you really think I’m cute?”

(Name) nodded, avoiding his eyes. “Yeah, really cute.”

Leorio groaned. “Gross. If you two are going to flirt don’t do it in front of my breakfast.”

(Name) squeaked, nearly dropping her spoon. “We’re not flirting!”

If her face got any hotter, she feared she might pass out.

“Sure, and my name isn’t Leorio. Just do it after you’re done cooking.”

Kurapika huffed, shooing the tall man out of the kitchen.

“Sorry he’s such an…”

“Asshole?”

“Yes, that.”

The two were left in an awkward silence, Kurapika occasionally glancing her way. She was obviously flustered, and Kurapika cursed Leorio for making things awkward. They had been having fun before.

‘I hope I haven’t been making her uncomfortable…’

(Name) returned one of his looks, giving him a shy smile. “I think it’s ready. Could you go tell everyone to come make their plates?”

The group came rushing in shortly after, (Name) nearly being knocked over by Tonpa.

She grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and yanked it back. “Hey, back of the line. Kids eat first, and you’re at least pushing 60.”

He grumbled something under his breath, quieting down when Kurapika shot him a look. “Choose your words carefully, Tonpa.”

Killua and Gon held out their plates, (Name) giving them their food with a smile. “I also cut up some fruit, if you want some the bowl is in the fridge.”

Gon beamed, opening the fridge and taking the bowl with him.

‘I meant for him to take a little, but I guess that’s my fault for not specifying.’ she thought, watching Gon shove his hand into the bowl and throw a handful of fruit into his mouth.

Once everyone’s plates were made, (Name) made her own. Kurapika winced, seeing one of his earlier, less pretty pancakes on her plate.

“(Name), I can make you a better one if you-“

She stopped him, placing a piece in his mouth. “Why? You made this one, I’m going to eat it.”

Even though it was lumpy and burnt at the edges, she showed no sign of disliking it. She happily ate the pancake, giving him that pretty smile of hers.

Kurapika pulled his knees to his chest, watching her eat. His eyes were soft, glowing a light red. It was hard to control the way he felt when he looked at her, his true feelings reflecting in his eyes.

“Mmm, that was delicious. Thank you, Pika.”

Kurapika didn’t respond, only leaning against her shoulder again. Right now, he felt… warm. Something warm and fuzzy settled over his entire body, the feeling intensifying every second he spent leaning against her.

“You still tired, Pika? You can sleep on my lap if you want.”

He realized that yes, he was still tired. Maybe that was why he felt so warm and fuzzy. Kurapika gave her a nod, lying down so his head was in her lap.

He relaxed when he felt her run her fingers through his hair, eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm… this is nice.”

She hummed in response, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

Leorio pouted from across the room, (Name) noticing, and curling a finger towards herself. “There’s room for you too, Leorio.”

Kurapika was too sleepy to argue, only letting a short huff.

The tall man hurried over, quickly lying his head on her other thigh. Kurapika grumbled, trying to swat him away. “Go away, Leorio…”

Leorio, who was much more conscious was able to easily dodge his groggy movements. “You go away! Stop hogging (Name)!”

Kurapika glared at him, only stopping when (Name) patted both of their heads. “Hey, no fighting. My lap, my rules.”

They both grumbled, but turned away from each other. Soon, they had both drifted back to sleep.

“Ew. (Name), say the word and I’ll pull them off of you.” Killua said, extending his claws.

(Name) held up her hands. “Woah, no need for that. Thanks for your concern, but I’m fine.”

Killua’s cheeks turned pink. “Concerned? I’m not…”

He huffed and walked away, plopping down onto a pillow next to Gon. “Killua, you’re actually really nice.”

“Shut up.”

———————

They spent a few hours asleep, before (Name) had to move to use the bathroom. “Sorry…” she muttered, trying to slip away undetected.

But going from sleeping on soft, warm thighs to the cold hard couch made both of them shoot awake.

“(Name)?”

Kurapika’s head swiveled around, looking for the girl. “She went to go use the bathroom. Jeez, clingy much?”

The blonde frowned. “Clingy? I was just worried for her.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say blondie.”

Killua shrugged his shoulders, Kurapika furrowing his eyebrows.

‘I’m not being clingy…’

(Name) was back soon after, wearing a sweater and pair of shorts. She stretched lightly before getting back to her knitting.

Killua watched as Kurapika sat beside her again. “Clingyyyy!”

The blonde hadn’t been noticed he’d gravitated towards her again, sending the white haired boy a look. “She’s teaching me how to knit, you brat.”

“Brat!?”

Killua jumped up to walk over, but Gon pulled him back down. “Hey, we’re going to lose!”

He grumpily continued playing, a pout on his lips. “Stupid blonde twink…”

As she taught him to knit, Kurapika quietly taught her a few words.

She struggles to pronounce them, fumbling over the word for water bottle until he started chuckling. “That’s close, but it’s a long a, not a short one.”

(Name) tried again, Kurapika having to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. It was cute really, watching her nose scrunch up as she attempted to pronounce it correctly.

“Close enough. Good job, (Name).”

He patted her head, the girl pouting. “Close enough isn’t good enough, I want to get it right! It’s only right that I’m able to pronounce it correctly.”

Kurapika blinked, the pink returning to his cheeks. “Well, if that’s what you want, you can keep trying.”

(Name) continued until she got it right, Kurapika genuinely impressed. “You did it. Wow, I’m surprised.”

“What, you didn’t believe in me?”

She was teasing him, the blonde frowning. “I did, it’s just the Kurtan language isn’t easy to learn. It’s actually considered one of the hardest.”

This caused (Name) to sit up a little straighter. “Really?”

The corner of his lip twitched upwards into a smile. “Yes, so you being able to pronounce anything is praise worthy. Good job, (Name).”

Her face heated up and she played with the edge of her shirt. “Hehe, thank you…”

They switched information back and forth, (Name) guiding his hands to create new items through knitting, and Kurapika having her watch his lips as he pronounced a new word.

Honestly, he was having fun, more fun than he had in a long. It was nice for someone to be so interested in an integral part of him, his mother tongue.

“How do you say bread?”

Kurapika looked away from the pair of socks he’d been working on. “Bread? Um…”

He thought for a moment before stating the word. (Name) nodded, turning her gaze away from the loaf of bread to look at him.

Kurapika paused. Instead of saying the word for bread, she’d stumbled and said something else, something a lot more… intimate.

“I love you.”

His face turned completely red. She was looking right at him, her eyes staring into his and had just said she loved him in his mother tongue.

“Pika, are you alright?”

He felt like his heart was going to break out of his chest with how hard it was thumping against his ribs. In his mind, he knew it was a slip of the tongue, but his body was still heating up.

“I- you…”

(Name)’s eyebrows furrowed, confused until the realization dawned upon her. “Oh no, did I say something bad? Wait, it wasn’t something offensive was it?”

She scooted closer, leaning towards him. “I’m sorry Pika, I didn’t mean to.”

She was too close, much too close. His eyes were red again, the man able to see the reflection of scarlet in her own. “N… no, it wasn’t offensive. You haven’t upset me.”

She calmed slightly, leaning back. “Oh, then what did I say?”

Now that was something Kurapika couldn’t tell her. “It was… nothing important. Don’t worry about it.”

Killua appeared behind (Name) using her head as an armrest. “Hey, are you going to teach me some cuss words or not? I’ve got some people to piss off.”

Kurapika, who’s face was still burning hot, huffed. “Sure, say this.”

(Name) held back a giggle when Kurapika said the word for bread, making sure Killua could pronounce it correctly before he left.

“Nice save, Pika.”

He nodded, still trying to calm himself down. The exact phrase she’d used was one shared between lovers. There were multiple ways to say “I love you”, some platonic and some romantic.

And he’d never been told “I love you” like that before.

————————

The time was ticking down, with only an hour left. Although she enjoyed the time she spent with them, (Name) was ready for some fresh air.

The group stood at the door, all feeling relieved when they opened.

“Let’s move.”

They ran through hallways, (Name) feeling herself being thrown over someone’s shoulder.

By how high up she was, she assumed it was Leorio.

They were being chased(?) by a rock Indiana Jones style.

“Why do I have to be carried?”

“Too slow!” they all said in unison.

“Okay rude.”

The next trap had them crawling under lasers, (Name) having to move very slow.

“Hurry up, (Name).”

“Shut up, my butt is bigger than yours and I don’t want it being lasered off!”

After she was done, she had everyone turn around so she could change her now singed pants.

She was glad she’d choses a pair of shorts when they had to climb up between two walls. “Well at least the view is nice.” Leorio said from under her.

She considered kicking him, but fortunately she cared a bit too much to do that. “You’re lucky I’m nice.”

Kurapika pulled her up when she got closer to the top, ignoring Leorio’s plea for help.

After hours of work, they reached one of the last doors. (Name) ignored Tonpa and Leorio’s bickering, walking into the room.

‘This is either some kinky sex dungeon or a torture room. Shit, maybe both.’

“Applicants attention please. You’ve come to the first fork upon the path of majority rules. Your long journey to journey to the bottom of trick tower is almost at an end. First, you must cast one final vote. There are two doors in front of you. The door with the O will lead all of you on a long dangerous path to the bottom. The door with the X will lead to a path that is short and easy. Only four of you are allowed to take it. If the majority chooses X, the door will not open until two of you have been handcuffed to the wall with the chains provided. Those two applicants will have to stay that way until time has run out.”

They all looked to the O door.

“By the way, I should inform you that the path behind the O door would take at least 45 hours to complete. Where as the path behind the X door will get you to the bottom in 3 minutes. So will you vote X or O? Let the majority rule!”

(Name) tilted her head, glancing at the X door.

“Not an easy decision.”

Kurapika blinked. “Leorio?”

“I’m gonna be honest with you guys. I’m going to choose the shorter path, the X door, and I’m not getting chained to a wall either. I’m going to be one of the four to leave this room, no matter what it takes.”

He walked towards one of the walls, containing various weapons. “Looks like the examiner thought of everything. There are weapons here to suit the fighting style of just about anyone in the world. Guess it’s their way of telling us we have to fight to decide who gets to move on.”

“Well I’m pressing the O button.”

(Name) glanced back to see Gon. “We came this far together, and I think we should stick together right until the end. I know we’ve only got a small chance of making it, but it’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

(Name) and Kurapika smiled at the boy.

“Get serious, we have less than one hour left now, we don’t have any choice. We gotta take the shorter path, the only question left is how we decide who gets to go. I don’t have any intention of giving up yet, so unless someone stays behind we’re going to have to fight each other.”

(Name) stopped paying attention to the situation, walking over to the chains as they talked. She lifted one of the chains, studying them as Tonpa egged Leorio on.

“I’ll stay behind.”

“No!” Her four friends yelled in unison.

Kuraoika pulled her away before she could chain herself up. “I’m going to choose O. Like Gon said, there might be another way out of this we haven’t thought of yet.”

(Name) pouted. “Don’t I get a say in any of this?”

Kurapika pinched her cheek. “No, you don’t.”

She folded her arms and sat in a corner as they rest of the group argued over what they’d do. She was sure she heard someone swing an axe and hit the wall close to her, but out of pure spite she ignored them.

‘Stupid men and their chivalry…’

“Hey, wait! Look at this!”

(Name) continued to pout as Gon pointed out that the could be damaged. “Hey, (Name), pick O!”

She squinted her eyes, but listened to Gon.

“Is she going to help us?”

“No, she’s busy pouting.”

At that, she stood and ran over, biking Leorio over the head. “I was not pouting!”

(Name) picked up a weapon and began helping them break through the wall to the X door, only stopping when Kurapika put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s our turn. Go rest.”

“Hmph.”

She walked past him and Leorio, opening her bag and only allowing herself to hide out in pain due to her blistered hands when no one was paying attention. ‘Shit, that hurts. Gonna need to wrap these up…’

Just in time, the group arrived at the bottom of the tower. (Name) flew through the air, only being held down by Kurapika.

Once they disembarked from the makeshift car thing, (Name) collapsed onto the ground.

“(Name), are you alright?”

“Floor time. Need some floor time.”

Kurapika and Leorio shared a look, but they let her be.

“Okay, everyone give me your hands.”

She began spritzing them with sanitizer spray, giving Gon a little extra. “Gon, you’re a great kid but you need to wash your hands more.”

He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry.”

After stretching a bit she stood, shouldering her backpack. “Let’s just hope Hisoka died- oh wait there he is. Can’t have shit during the Hunter Exam.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. ‘I guess even she has people she dislikes.’

(Name) and Kurapika stood next to each other as the doors to the outside world opened. “Ahh, natural sunlight!”

She shielded her eyes. Kurapika chuckled and helped lead her outside.

“I’d like to congratulate you all for escaping Trick Tower. Your ride to the next Phase is here!”

(Name) leaned against Kurapika’s shoulder as an airship appeared. “Guess that’s our ride”

————————

It didn’t take long to reach their destination, the group of five watching from the airship.

“Hmm, do you think we’ll get to swim?” (Name) asked, staring down at the vast ship graveyard.

“Probably. Do you enjoy swimming?”

She nodded. “Yes!”

They landed shortly after, (Name) running off of the airship and inhaling the salty air. “Mmm, it’s been forever since I’ve seen the ocean!”

She twirled around, stretching out her legs. Kurapika smiled fondly, following after her. “I guess this must be the test sight for the fourth phase.”

“I wonder what it will be?”

(Name) shrugged at Gon’s question. “Maybe a swimming contest?”

“Hello applicants! We are your hosts! Welcome to our hotel.”

An elderly couple stood before them, bowing politely.

“Do you think they’re the next examiners?” Leorio asked, bent over with motion sickness.

“No, they’re not.” Killua answered.

“How do you know?”

“I just do. Isn’t that what Gon always says?”

“Whatever.”

The couple smiled, the woman speaking. “We’re so pleased that all of you could make it! I’m the manager of this hotel, and I run it with my husband.”

(Name) swayed back and forth, trying her best to pay attention but unable to. She was too excited to get in the water, peeking behind Kurapika to stare.

“The exam committee has given me a message to deliver to all of you applicants. If you’ve made it this far, congratulations on a job well done. The 4th phase will begin three days from now. Until then, please take a break and enjoy all that this island has to offer.”

(Name) sighed in relief and let her shoulders relax. “Wow a break!” Gon said. Leorio coughed.

“Aww, that’s too bad, I was kind of looking forward to getting right into the next phase.”

Kurapika smiled. “This has been pretty intense since day one, a little rest and relaxation would do us a lot of good.”

The group began walking towards the hotel, everyone happy to take a break.

“Just a minute please!”

(Name) stopped, shouldering her backpack.

“Here you have to pay in advance. 10 million Jenny per person!”

(Name) blinked. “Oh dear.”

“10 million Jenny!?” Leorio exclaimed.

“That’s what it costs?”

“Seriously?” Killua asked, after Gon.

“That’s way too expensive!”

(Name) pouted, crouching on the ground and as the group argued.

“For people in your situation, we’re more than happy to suggest an alternative method of payment. What have you got to trade? As a side business, my wife and I also run a little antique shop. There are a number of shipwrecks in the island. Many of them still have treasure on board. If you were, to say, bring something back of value to us, you could put it towards your room.”

“Are you serious?”

“The type of room we give you would depend on the value of what you find. The better the item, the better the room.”

The group began to leave, (Name) staying behind.

“(Name)? Are you coming?”

Her friends waited for her, Kuraoika being the one who asked.

“Yes, just a moment. You guys go ahead.”

The hesitantly listened to her request, leaving to go and search the shipwrecks.

(Name) turned towards the elderly couple.

“Excuse me… but I may already have something to trade.”

“Oh? Well let’s see it then.”

(Name) opened her bag, pulling out a golden brooch. The old man took it, humming. “What’s this?”

“It’s a golden brooch, a gift from my mother for graduating high school.”

The old man raised an eyebrow. “You’re trading in a gift from your mother?”

His eyes softened at her expression. It wasn’t the face of someoem giving away something precious. Her eyes were full of hurt and resentment. Obviously, the brooch had caused her a lot of pain.

“Yes. I don’t want it, at least here it can be of some use to me.”

The man glanced to his wife. “This is worth quite a lot, but not enough for a private room. Do you mind sharing with two other people?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. I would like to help my friends now. Could I get my key later?”

He nodded. “Yes. Go along now.”

The old man watched as she left. “What a kind girl. She’s not going to get a better room, but do help her friends…”

(Name) joined Kurapika and Leorio, the blonde’s face lighting up when he spotted her.

“(Name)! How did it go?”

She sighed, setting her backpack down. “Alright, I guess. I have a room at least, thought I’ll be sharing with two other people.”

“Two other people? Perhaps you should try and get a better room, (Name).” Kurapika said.

‘What if she rooms with someone dangerous?’

His face turned pink when he saw her lift up her shirt. “Well, I’m going to be diving for treasure, but only to help you guys out.”

“(N-Name), what are you-“

She placed her shirt on her back before pulling off her skirt, revealing a pair of shorts. “I’m getting ready to swim. What else would I be doing?”

He turned his head away, his entire face red. “Please tell me before you begin to undress next time.”

She pouted. “But Leorio just took off his shirt. Unfair.”

“He’s a guy!”

She rolled her eyes, stuffing her clothes into her bag. “Could you watch my bag for me, Pika? I don’t want it getting stolen.”

“Oh, yes.”

He turned back, averting his eyes before he got a good luck at her. It was a little cute, she was just in a modest sports bra and shorts, but that was enough to fluster the boy.

“Hehe, thanks. I owe you one~”

She dived into the water, leaving Kurapika standing on the ship, gripping his tabard. His eyes darted to Hanzo, who had been peeking at (Name) as she undressed.

“Keep your eyes on the treasure, Hanzo. I won’t have you leering at (Name).” Kurapika called. The ninja huffed.

“What, are you her boyfriend or something? Lay off.”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched. “I don’t have to be her boyfriend to worry about her well being. Don’t let me catch you looking at her like that again, this is your only warning.”

When she resurfaced, (Name) was holding a small treasure box. “Pika, Pika look! I found something!”

She swam over, placing it in the deck. “Oh, this chest looks very old. Nice find, (Name).”

They opened it, only to be disappointed. It was empty, besides a bunch of water that was leaking of if a hole at the bottom. “Awww…”

Kurapika smiled, patting her head. “It was a good try. Why don’t you try again? I’m going to search the ships. Gon and Killua are in the area, so go swim near them.”

She nodded, pulling him in for a hug. “Thanks, Pika!”

He yelped, his hands flying into the air. “(N-Name)! You’re…”

“Oh, sorry, forgot I was wet!”

She pulled back quickly. He’d been more concerned she was half naked, but used her being wet as an excuse. “M-Mhm, I’m going now, be safe.”

(Name) got her key and found her room. She hadn’t met back up with Kurapika, so she didn’t have her bag that contained her clothes yet. She did her best, dropping her wet clothes into the hamper and taking a shower before wrapping a towel around herself.

“I guess could ask my roommate to retrieve my bag for me… I don’t want to walk around in a towel…”

She sat on her bed, pouting, until she heard the door open.

“Hello? I heard-“

It was Kurapika standing in the doorway, staring at (Name) with wide eyes. She sighed in relieve. “Pika, thank g-“

The blonde turned away so quick that her backpack swung on his back. “Why are you naked? Don’t you know how many dangerous men are taking this exam? Your roommate could have been any one!”

“But it wasn’t anyone, it was you.”

He paused, tossing her bag to her. “Just,.. go get dressed.”

She giggled. “Alright, if you’re that opposed to me relaxing in a towel, I’ll get dressed.”

(Name) stood up, walking to the bathroom. “There’s a shower, by the way. You can take one when I’m done.”

Kurapika sat on his bed, waiting for her to get dressed. In the small amount of time they’d spent apart, he had already begun to miss her. He scolded himself for this.

‘You shouldn’t get too attached. Think of your mission, having too many attachments could jeopardize it.’

But when (Name) walked out, wearing a pair of pajama pants and tshirt, he couldn’t help smiling. “I’ll shower now.”

She paused. “Oh, do you want me to wash your clothes while you do?”

He tilted his head. “I guess so. I plan on taking a longer shower than usual, so there should be enough time…”

He thought for a moment, calculating the time it would take to both wash and dry his clothes in his head.

“Well, if they’re not dry in time, you can just borrow my clothes.”

Kurapika blinked. “Your clothes?”

“Mhm. They may be big on you, but they should work in a pinch. I have an extra pair of pajamas.”

She set the shirt and pants out for him. “Here, just in case.”

He held the clothes to his chest, cheeks turning pink. ‘Oh, they smell like her perfume…’

“Do you mind if I wash your clothes with mine?”

He shook his head. “Not at all.”

With that, she left, carrying their clothes with her.

———————

When (Name) got back with their laundry done, Kurapika was sat in bed, wearing her tshirt and pajama pants, while Hanzo argued with him.

“If you have a problem with your room arrangements, bring it up with the owner.” Kurapika said, flipping through a book.

“Oh I will!”

Hanzo turned around, seeing (Name) standing in the doorway carrying a laundry basket.

“Move.”

She did, staring at him with a raised eyebrow. “What an asshole, I hope we don’t have to share a room with him.”

Kurapika sighed. “I’m not sure we’ll have much of a choice.”

The two sighed, (Name) dumping the laundry basket on her bed and sorting through the clothes. “Here’s your clothes, Pika.”

He took them shyly, seeing them all folded neatly on the bed. Kurapika tried not to think about the fact she’d washed his underwear, knowing it wasn’t something she cared about.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind but I used floral detergent. I wasn’t sure what to use, but that’s my favorite.”

He sniffed his tabard, sighing contentedly. “I don’t mind, it smells lovely.”

She smiled brightly, finishing her laundry before jumping onto his bed.

“Hey!”

He laughed when she landed, watching as she wiggled around into she was facing him. “I know it’s early, but I’m so tired. I think I’ll go fishing and gathering for some dinner then sleep.”

Kurapika nodded, sitting up. “I’ll get dressed and come with you.”

(Name) set her comfortable pajamas to the side and threw on her only dress. She didn’t plan on doing anything too strenuous, so a knee length sundress would be perfect for exploring the small island.

“You… you look nice, (Name).”

Kurapika shyly complimented her. She giggled. “Thank you!”

The two left their room, fishing for a bit before leaving to travel around the island and forage.

There were several fruit trees, along with wild onions, mushrooms, and potatoes.

“We’ve got a pretty good amount of food, it should last us more than two days.” (Name) said, placing another potato into their borrowed basket.

“Yeah, but I’d like to have a little extra.”

She giggled. “For Leorio?”

Kurapika smiled. “Yes, I doubt he’d be able to feed himself, considering he’s never cooked before.”

She nodded balancing the basket on her hip. “Alright then, let’s keep going.”

After they gathered for 15 more minutes, the two returned to the beach. “I’ll start a fire, could you find a pan for me?”

“Yes, I’ll be back soon.”

(Name) started a fire, sitting on a log as she began chopping up some of the vegetables. She’d rinsed them beforehand, sighing to herself as she considered what she should make.

‘I guess we could skewer the fish then I can sauté the vegetables… it’s not perfect, but it will fill out stomachs.”

Kurapika returned with Leorio in tow. “Guess who’s replacing Hanzo as our roommate?”

“Leorio!” (Name) waved, having already cleaned and skewered the fish. Kurapika handed her the pan, watching as she tossed in the chopped vegetables and mushrooms before beginning to cook.

“Wow, (Name), you sure are efficient.”

Kurapika sat down next to her, watching as she worked. The fire was kept small, with a rock she used to rest the pan on in the center.

“When’s it going to be ready? Im starving.”

Leorio plopped down on the other side of her, the sound of his stomach growling making her laugh. “It won’t take long. Why don’t we share some stories as we wait?”

This was perfect, both Kurapika and Leorio were curious to learn more about her.

“Actually, (Name), I’m curious on how you got your own room without having to search for treasure yourself.”

She went quiet, eyes staring into the flames of the fire.

“(Name)?”

Kurapika put a hand on her shoulder, the girl sighing before answering. “I traded a golden brooch my mother gave me.”

The blonde’s grip tightened, being almost painful. “You… gave away something your mother gave you?”

He almost sounded hurt, pulling away from her. “(Name), that’s…”

He wrapped his arms around himself. “I would give anything to have something that belonged to my family. To know you’d give something like that away…”

He frowned, but his expression changed when he saw (Name)’s face.

There were tears running down her cheeks, but her eyes were empty. Leorio patted her back, sighing. “You don’t have to explain yourself if you don’t want to, (Name).”

She shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine. In most cases, Kurapika, I would agree with you. Giving away a gift given to you by someone that loves you is unforgivable.”

Kurapika’s eyes widened at her words.

“But my mother never loved me, and just before the Hunter Exam I was disowned. I no longer have a family to go back to.”

She felt Kurapika’s arms wrap around her and pull her close. “I… I apologize for assuming the worst of you. I… understand how it feels to not have anyone to come home to.”

(Name)’s lip quivered before she let herself cry into Kurapika’s arms, Leorio scooting closer to pull them into a hug.

After being comforted, (Name) wiped away her tears and cleared her throat. “Kurapika, Leorio, if we all pass, I’m going to buy a house, and it’s going to open if anyone ever needs a place to stay.”

She held onto Kurapika’s hand, the blonde softening at the slight tremble in her hands.

“We can make a home together, okay?”

Kurapika didn’t respond, only holding her hand tight with both of his.

The three ate dinner before returning to their room. As Leorio showered, the two played with (Name)’s cards.

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Cursed Creatures: Chapter Three, "Damn The Curses, But Damn The Humans Too"

Chapter One Chapter Two

fanbase: jjk

S. Gojo x Reader x Sukuna

Summary: Maki has informed you of a serious threat: three special grade curses, and completely unexpected, at that. Now, you have to go and deal with them: and get the kids the safety.

WC: 4.3k

Warnings: fighting, injuries, slightttt gore

A/N: Requests are open.

Three § Damn The Curses, But Damn The Humans Too

The veil shudders as I pass it, allowing my curse form to slip through. My tail slinks along behind me as I sprint in, as I’ve gone full true form - lean and muscled and tall.

I adjust the curtain to only allow the three second-years in or out. I don’t want these curses slipping out, nor any extra sorcerers intruding.

I come across Inumaki first, coughing blood and doing his best to fight off a smaller curse. He’s half keeled over, but still on his feet.

Activating Sukuna’s technique, Dismantle, I exorcize the curse with a swift wave of my hand. It crumbles and vanishes.

“Inumaki,” I yell, sprinting to his side and taking one of his arms. “I’m tagging you all out. Can you get to the veil on your own, or will you need assistance?”

Inumaki gives a shaky thumbs up, turning and limping to the veil.

I nod to myself, one down. Sprinting further into the graveyard, I leap over headstones and graves, shooting out tendrils of my energy to search for the others.

My energy snags on a presence, indescribable past that. I stumble, nearly faceplanting, but catch myself on a tombstone. I shudder, raising my hand and activating two mental lines: Panda and Maki.

You two, I shout down the lines. Locations. Give me a signal.

Dirt is thrown into the air to my right, and I leap in that direction. I round two corners, and come face to face with Maki, Panda, and all three special grades.

A humanoid curse with a patchwork face and blue hair, and a sick grin.

A volcano-looking asshole with a yellow and black-spotted cloak.

A white, alien-esc curse with black lines and a wrapped shoulder.

Panda is down, and Maki stands at his feet, defending him against the trio as best as she can.

“Maki,” I say, training my eyes on the curses. “You three are done. Meet Inumaki outside. Help is on the way.”

“Are you—“ she coughs, looking from me to the three. “Sure? They’re—“

“I’ve got it,” I crack my knuckles, raising both hands in a fighting stance. “Leave.”

The three have shifted their attention to me, and the blue-haired one squeals in delight. “Ahh, the legendary {Y/N}, how exciting.”

“Well, you know my name,” I purr, stepping closer and blocking the two students as Maki drags Panda away. “What’s yours?”

“This isn’t the mission, Mahito,” the volcano guy starts, grabbing patchwork’s arm. “We should report back now that we have what we need.”

I scan the three, trying to figure out what exactly it is that they have. I senses just keep dragging me back to the patchwork one, and I snarl.

“Hand it over.”

He laughs, really laughs at me. “As Sukuna’s princess, you really think you can just get away with anything, hm?”

And that’s all it takes to snap my patience.

I vanish from their sight, using Essence to mask my scent and Energy. I reappear directly behind the patchwork curse, and swiftly slice off an arm, then warp myself into a tree.

The presence I felt has followed me, and I look down at the stitched arm in my grip. I peel the fingers back, and cough out a gasp as I come face to face with a Sukuna thumb.

The three act immediately. Spikes of flesh are spiraling after me, followed by tendrils of splintering wood and bubbling magma. I hiss, jumping from one tree to the next, skillfully evading each attack. My priority now is taking care of this finger — I can’t let these nobodies get their paws on it.

One of the spikes lands a hit straight through my thigh, and I snarl. It locks me in place for an incoming branch attack, and it leaves me no other option.

“Domain expansion,” I hiss, bringing my hands together and making a bow shape. “Huntress’s Forest.”

The graveyard melts away, thick black trees beginning to spiral out of the ground. Tall bows that are nearly my height hang from branches, only accessible to me. Deer sprint through the woods, flooding every path with wildlife, bright flowers, and millions of curses that I’ve captured.

The trio yells as they’re bombarded with thousands of attacks from the curses in my arsenal. However, they fight back well, shredding plenty of them to purple bloodied ribbons.

I sit up on the top of a tree, pulling a dagger straight out of its trunk and beginning to sharpen it. I raise a hand, and all attacks end, leaving the three curses injured and standing in a small clearing.

“I want names,” my voice booms across the domain. “Your names. And everyone you work with and for.”

Patchwork bites out another laugh. “Well, aren’t you cute? Thinking you can domain us and we’ll just bend to your will. You’re hardly a special grade, and I have a feeling you’re a one or two trick pony.”

I raise a brow. “How many techniques do you think I have?”

“You’re half human, and only have whatever power Sukuna allows you. I’d bet on two.”

I snort, giving a little shrug. “Sure. Why don’t you try to break out of my domain, hm?”

Patchwork turns to the volcano asshole, elbowing him. “Use Coffin of the Iron Mountain. Put this bitch in her place.”

The volcano man remains silent.

A sly grin spreads across my face, and I cock my head to the side. “Speechless? Is Sukuna’s Whore a little more powerful than you had anticipated?”

“My name is Jogo,” he whispers, finally flicking his eyes to me. “And I’ll make a pact with you.”

I raise a brow, halting the sharpening of my blade. “Oh?”

“You release us three. In return, you keep the finger and we will owe you a favor of any size. You may call it in only once, to any curse we work with or for, however it must be something that can de done immediately, and will not involve the curse exorcizing themself.”

I click my tongue, tsking at them. “So many conditions. Are you really that desperate to escape my clutches?”

“Yes,” the third finally speaks, in a language even my ancient ears barely understand. “Mighty Queen of Curses.”

I frown.

Maybe I’ve accumulated enough power to be called that. Either way, I don’t like it.

“I’ll accept your pact, if none of you ever call me that again.”

“Done,” Jogo confirms.

I drop my domain, and the trees sink back into the ground, sky lightening once more as my wildlife dissolve. The three curses are gone in a flash, and I roll my eyes, slinking to the grass.

Once my feet are on the ground, I murmur a quick prayer to respect the dead that were trampled on this afternoon. The veil is still standing, and I head towards the street.

The moment I exit out of the thick black curtain, I release a low whistle. Outside, there’s three black academy cars, multiple Jujutsu Sorcerer investigators, two ambulances — one with Inumaki, the other with Maki — a small field medical team, and Gojo and Nanami leaning against the hood of my car, speaking to the three first year students.

The entire street flinches as I step outside, surely in the presence of the Sukuna finger that I now hold up in front of me. The veil rises behind me, vanishing into the sky.

“Someone come and take this before it leaves burn marks on me,” I drone, and an investigator immediately comes to my side to swipe it out of my grasp. They don’t like me being near the fingers, for fear that I’ll eat them or some shit.

Once that’s done, I head for the ambulance with Maki in it. It doesn’t seem like she’s going to be taken to the hospital, more like just looked over and hydrated.

I ignore the five and a half pairs of eyes on me from the direction of my car, hopping into the ambulance where Maki is sat up on a stretcher.

“How’re you feeling, kiddo?” I lean against the doorway, tilting my head to the side.

“Fine. You saved our asses back there.”

“I’m proud,” I say, walking to her side in order to extend my hand and pat her shoulder. “You called for help when you realized that dealing with the situation on your own wasn’t feasible, which is one of the most important parts of being a sorcerer. Furthermore, you watched Panda’s back when he was down, holding your own against three special grades. I don’t care what your ID card says. In my eyes, you’re a semi-first grade sorcerer, well on your way to advancing to first grade.”

Her eyes water for a moment and then she blinks quickly, sniffing and giving me a serious nod. “I’m honored by your words.”

I smile, sitting on the side of the stretcher and holding my arms out. “Come here, kiddo.”

Maki leans forward, throwing her arms around me and pushing her face into my neck. I stroke her hair.

“If you ever need anything,” I continue, patting her head, “I’m here. Girl talk, womanly advice from a girl who’s been her for a millenium — anything, kiddo. Come to me,” I pause for a moment. “And you lasted the longest, so you get to drive the car.”

“Ahem.”

I release the green-haired teenager at the cough, turning to face the intruder. “Polite as ever, Nanami.”

“They want your report,” he gives me a long once-over as he holds out a clip board and pen. “You should probably get that leg checked out.”

I glance down, remembering that I was speared through the thigh. There’s a hole in my navy uniform. It seems to have shredded my flesh, given how much it’s bleeding — though in this form I’m anatomically full curse, so my blood vanishes before it can hit the floor.

“Aw, shit, I was hoping it would kind of just heal itself,” I grumble, getting up and taking the clipboard and pen, hopping out of the ambulance. I completely ignore the way a wave of pain hits my leg in response to the impact. “Thanks, Nanami. I’ll write my report.”

“This should be considered overtime,” he says, following me as I walk to my car. “You came out here to supervise, and were ill informed of the scope of the mission. You were expecting maybe a first grade or two, not anything like this.”

I chuckle, hardly looking up from the clipboard as I scribble down the details of what happened. “I know, right? I’ll make the academy pay me extra. Although, they’ll probably object after they see the bill from this morning’s shopping spree.”

He steps in front of me, and I finally spare a glance at him. His blond eyebrows are nearly up to his hairline, and shockingly, he’s lacking his usual glasses. “The academy allows you to use their money for shopping?”

“Mhmmm,” I laugh, putting a hand on his chest. “I’ll take you shopping one time, on their dime,” I wink, “they do anything to keep the big scary curse at bay.”

He cracks a tiny, itty bitty smile, turning on his heel to face forward once more. I go back to looking at the clipboard, flipping over the paper and detailing the curses I saw. I write at an incredible speed, putting some extra curse energy into my pen strokes.

I can sense when we’ve reached the car, and I stop, but keep my nose buried in my work.

“Can she even hear us?” Nobara asks, and my energy picks up on her nudging Fushiguro.

“I’ve never quite figured that out,” Gojo replies. “If you focus, you can feel her energy. She can sense we’re here, but I’m not sure how cursed energy works for sense-wise for a curse. Not sure if she can hear or see us.”

“Oh, she can hear us, isn’t that right princess?” that familiar third voice chimes in. It makes my spine stiffen, and I momentarily halt my writing. “See?”

I raise my pupils to glare at the mouth on Itadori’s cheek, and I throw him my pen.

“Drive that into his mouth for me. That’ll shut him up.”

A stray thought crosses my mind — Sukuna is finally getting to see that ‘true form’ he had begged to lay eyes on. Although, right now I’m bloodied and disheveled.

“Oh, so moody,” Gojo purrs, peering at me over a pair of sunglasses. He has my car keys in his hand.

“Made me lose my focus,” I grumble, reaching for my keys.

He pulls them away, up over my head. “Oh, you’re not driving. Not with that blood fest.”

I scowl, glancing down to my leg. “It’s already healing. It was bleeding much more earlier. It’s no longer dripping, and it just stings a little,” I hold out my hand, palm up. “Keys.”

“No,” he grins, folding the keys into his fist. “I think I’ll drive.”

“You just want to drive my sexy ass car.”

“You can finish your report on the way.”

“Over my dead body.”

“I think I can convince you,” he purrs, putting a hand on my hip.

I remain stone-faced. “No. You can’t.”

I’m not entirely sure how we got here, but Gojo is driving.

My car seats five, but on top of Gojo and I, Nanami and the three students needed a ride back to campus.

Therefore, the first-years are in the back and I’m up front on Nanami’s lap. Neither of us particularly mind, considering that we share a bond over hating work and he agreed to help me with the form.

“Why do they make these so cryptic?” I grumble, leaning against the door. “And why do they keep wanting to know what techniques I used? They know I won’t tell them.”

“When’s the last time you slept?” Nanami asks, looking over my shoulder at the paper.

“Sleep is for mortals.”

I feel an extra eye on me, followed by a parting of lips.

I whip my head around, giving Itadori my best glare. Him and the first years were in the middle of watching Nobara — sitting in the middle — play some game on her phone.

“Itadori,” I hiss, pointing to the eye and mouth on his cheek. “You shut him up before he says something I won’t like.”

Nobara presses a button on her phone, and the trio slowly looks up to me — to my eyes, which I’m sure are glowing now.

“Damn,” the ginger girl murmurs, giving me a quick once over. “You’re scary as shit.”

“For real,” Itadori squeaks, covering the half-face with a hand.

Fushiguro and Gojo snort, causing me to scowl and look to the latter. “What’s so funny?”

“The more a person knows you,” Gojo starts, tapping the wheel. “The less scary you look, and more… how do I put it… angsty, with a side of slightly grumpy old curse?”

I stare at him for a very long moment, deciding whether I want to let my car be collateral damage in the earth-shaking attack I wish to unleash.

“You’re so lucky we’re in this fucking car,” I breathe, taking a deep inhale and pushing it out through my clenched teeth as I turn back to the paperwork.

He shoots me a heart-fluttering smirk, eyes sparkling with amusement under his glasses.

“Why were you asking if I’d slept?” I ask Nanami, resuming my leaned-against-the-door stance.

“Because your handwriting is off. And you don’t typically ask so many form questions,” he replies, pointing to a particularly lopsided letter ‘j’.

“Huh.”

“She does need sleep,” Sukuna’s voice chimes in, as it nearly did earlier. “Or she’ll get grumpier and her mortal body will wear down like normal.”

I don’t look up from the line I’m writing, but I murmur under my breath. “Itadori, I told you to keep him quiet.”

“Sorry, I’m trying— I can’t find the mouth—“

“Stomach,” I murmur.

There’s a rustling of fabric, and then Itadori snorts a short laugh. “How’d you know that?”

“You should start to be able to pick up on where they spawn with time,” I deflect the question. “The skin tightens a bit, and you can sense where his soul’s energy has planted itself in order to make the mouth in the first place.”

“Yeah, Itadori,” Nobara mocks. “Sense it. It’s not that hard.”

I melt back into my work, hoping to get it done before we reach campus.

“How do you know so much about the mouth thing?” Itadori asks, leaning forward to stick his head between the two front seats.

“Because I was like you,” I raise a hand, showing him the back of my palm. I force a mouth to open there, and speak from it. “Possessed when I was fifteen, by a curse of my very own emotion.”

“Woah!” Itadori grabs my hand, looking at the mouth. I let it melt into my skin, slowly looking over at him from the papers. “Did you force that?” He asks, flipping my hand over again.

“Yes.”

“But you don’t switch personalities or anything? No voices in your head? Just you?”

“Indeed. I can work with you, if you’d like. It’s extremely doubtful that you’d end up merging with Sukuna, and for your sake, I hope you don’t. But I can show you how to access more of his energy,” I press my free hand to my abdomen, where Athalia’s energy resides for my usage. “With more fingers, you may start to access his techniques.”

He nods, leaning back into his seat.

“Focus on your work, so you don’t have to go overtime,” Nanami grumbles, nodding towards the clipboard on my lap.

I nod, working on my last report paragraph. “Does anyone wanna go shopping?”

Nobara gasps, taking the place where Itadori just was between the front seats. “I’ll go! If you pay.”

“The academy pays. I need to get my uniform tailored anyway.” I finish my reports, tossing my clipboard onto the dashboard and turning on Nanami’s lap in order to face everyone properly.

“You shopped this morning,” Gojo chuckles, but turns to get off the highway and head into town.

“That was for getting my Sukuna job done. This is for having to swat a trio of special grades. Fushiguro, do you wanna grab two more Switch controllers from the GameStop on fifth ave?” I nod toward the two new first years.

He nods, a grin flashing across his face. “Are you gonna show them who’s the boss?”

“Hell yeah. I call Princess Peach.”

Nobara’s eyebrows shoot up. “You play Mario Kart?”

“She’s excellent at it,” Gojo jumps in, pulling into a parking garage. “Even though I had to show her how to hard reset her phone yesterday.”

The students start laughing, and Nanami stifles something that I’m sure is a snicker.

I groan, “Okay, well they changed it. I used to just hold the power button, and now it’s all up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start.”

“How can you remember that but forget that google exists half the time?” Fushiguro asks, completely straight faced.

I stare at him for a moment, then burst into laughter myself, dropping my head into my hand.

Gojo pulls the car into a spot and puts it in park. “Alright, everyone out.”

I climb off of Nanami’s lap, grabbing my sunglasses from the glovebox as I go. I shift down into my full human form, shuddering as my injured leg twists into shape. However, it heals with the transition, and I give it a little shake.

“You shouldn’t change forms when injured. It really grates on your cursed energy,” Sukuna adds, opening a mouth on Itadori’s neck once more.

I glare at Itadori for a very long moment, waiting for him to shut the Curse King up. The boy doesn’t seem to even notice the mouth, talking to the other students about homework or some mortal child shit.

When he doesn’t notice my stare, I huff, speaking to the extra mouth in an ancient tongue. “I’d rather not be literally invisible to normies while shopping. Also, you should keep your mouth shut.”

The mouth laughs, and that turns Itadori’s attention to me. He parts his lips, then glances down to the mouth on his neck, and covers it. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Like I said, it’ll get easier with time,” I slide my sunglasses on, pushing them up my nose. “For now, try to keep him from convincing me towards slitting your throat.” A feline grins breaks across my face, not considering that the boy is likely not used to my darker sense of humor.

Hands are on my waist before I can stop them, and I yell as Gojo hoists me up onto his shoulder.

“Gojo!” I shriek as he lifts me, gripping his hair once he’s settled me onto his shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Carrying you,” he smirks up at me, eyes glittering. “You shouldn’t walk on that leg.”

“I just healed it. Now, if you don’t mind,” I try to pull off of his shoulders, but his long fingers have wrapped around my ankles. “I’ll steal your technique.”

“No, you won’t,” he chirps, and starts walking out of the garage.

I accept my fate, grumbling to myself nonetheless. I close my eyes, allowing my mind to begin to slip away while we walk.

“Hey,” Nobara’s voice cuts into my thoughts, and I look down to her. “I’ve just realized something.”

“Hmm?” I adjust my sunglasses, idly running my fingers through Gojo’s hair.

“Why is it,” she starts, glancing between everyone in the group. “That he’s Fushiguro, he’s Itadori, he’s Gojo, he’s Nanami, but I’m Nobara? Why are you first-naming me?”

I open and close my mouth for a few moments, trying to come up with an answer.

“Hey, why do you call me Gojo?” the man under me asks, cocking his head to the side as he peers up at me. “Why not Satoru?” It’s not the first time he’s asked me this question.

“I’m usually Megumi to her,” Fushiguro adds, shrugging. “I don’t know why she’s gone back to Fushiguro.”

“Because I’ve been on this earth for a thousand trips around the sun,” I spit out an answer, scratching the back of my neck, “so I can call you people what I want. And I’ve known Megumi since he was tiny.”

“You’ve known us for a decade,” Gojo gestures between him and Nanami, pouting now.

I pick at a speck of invisible lint on my shirt, avoiding eye contact.

“A decade isn’t very long, to us,” Sukuna jumps in. “You’re practically a child.”

Gojo glances up at me, a wide grin hitting his face. “Is that why it took eight and a half years to convince you to-“

I clamp a hand over his mouth, shaking my head in warning. Gojo had practically groveled at my feet since the day he met me, sliding innuendos and flirty lines to me every chance he got. He was fifteen when he started trying to get me in his bed, and I only relented after a particularly difficult curse mission three years ago, when he had helped me save a few student’s lives and the only favor he asked in return was to get a chance at pleasuring me.

As it turned out, he was very good at it. And I found myself going back for more.

And now, Gojo is my best friend. Who I fuck. Nothing more.

“And you’re still an arrogant little shit.”

The students break into laughter, Fushiguro straight up punching Gojo’s infinity barrier.

“Let’s shop,” I grin.

Not thirty minutes later, I’m alone with Gojo. The students have gone off on their own, and Nanami got called to another mission, so Gojo and I are sitting in a coffee shop.

Which is a little funny, because I don’t eat or drink like humans do.

Gojo sips at a coffee, his stunning blue eyes flicking around the room from behind his sunglasses. He observes everything: the barista, the window leading to the street, me, the book in my hands, my sunglasses, the slice of cake in front of him, back to me, to my shirt, to my hands, to my temporarily human ears, to the book—

“You keep looking at me,” I murmur, my own pupils remaining glued to the pages of this book I picked up. “Spit it out.”

He pulls his sunglasses off momentarily, greeting me with those sharp, turquoise eyes of his that damn near glow in the dim shop lighting. I catch his look in my peripheral vision, but the blurred angle is enough to tell exactly what he’s doing.

“Let me take you out.”

That gets my attention. My head jolts up from my book, promptly colliding with the wall behind me. I mutter a string of curses, raising my hand to cover the sore spot. “I think I misheard you,” I murmur, sparing a glance up at him.

His expression remains uncharacteristically serious, and he tilts his head slowly. “Go out with me.”

I sigh heavily, dropping my book with a thud. I cover my face with a hand. “I thought we were past this.”

“I stopped asking when I got you into my bed, because I thought that’s all I wanted,” he breathes, reaching out a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “You completely ignored me for hours this morning. I’ve decided I don't like that.”

“So you ask me out?”

“You are the one thing I’ve never been able to have. Today, I realized that it drives me absolutely, utterly and irreversibly insane, and—“

“You’re not thinking clearly, Satoru,” I declare, interrupting him with a firm tone. I push his hand away from my face carefully. I rise, snatching my book and tucking it under my arm. “Today was a long day. You can take the kids back with the car.”

“You called me Satoru.” His hand catches my wrist before I can leave. He looks at me with those eyes, those damned eyes, and I fear that if I stay any longer, my firm resolve will simmer into nothingness.

“I’m rejecting you,” I breathe. “Let me go.”

He does, and I leave him there with something like hurt staining his beautiful face.

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summary :: you don’t like pda all that much. james warms you up to it though.

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You never really were one for PDA. Especially being so fresh into your first-ever relationship. It felt really foreign for you to be with someone who, no matter where they were, wanted to show you how much they liked you.

James knew this as well. He knew how you struggled to show your love outside of any private setting. And being the lovely, caring boyfriend he was, was more than happy to let you keep the public affections to a minimum. More love I get to give you at home, he’d say.

You really were trying to become more comfortable with it. Sometimes you could tell when James really wanted to throw his arm around you when out for drinks, or how he would pout when he wanted to kiss you when lining up at the shops

And then suddenly you’d felt yourself allowing to be more open to letting him do it. You just really struggled to ask him. Struggled to ask him for a kiss when you didn’t even know how to. Kiss me. Kiss me, James. Please? Could I have a kiss? It all felt too needy.

James was ever the observer, though.

You’re sitting across from each other in a small, local cafe. Pressed into a booth up against a large window pane, the sun beating down on the both of you. James looks very pretty with the sun’s rays bouncing off his glasses and freckles. It’s troubling you.

There’s only a few customers, their hushed conversations and the whirring of the coffee grinder is all that can be heard. You were very relaxed. Almost too much.

James splays his hand across the small table and gestures to your mug of tea that had just been sat down. “Wait, it might be too hot.”

He slides it towards himself and the ceramics scrape along the tiles. He raises it to his mouth and sips gently, wincing when it seemingly burns his mouth. He blows on it and you laugh.

“I know how to drink tea, James.” You giggle.

“I know, but can’t have you burning those pretty lips. What would I kiss then?” I’m about to burn them on purpose just for an excuse for you to kiss me right now, you think.

His plastic to-go cup is half empty. You don’t know why he gets it to take away, like he’s not going to be done before you leave. He drinks like it’s his last. You take it while he has yours. It’s a cold contrast compared to your tea. Something iced. You sip it and your face crinkles.

“How many sugars did you ask for?” You laugh.

He grins, taking it back off you, “Four.”

“Four?!” You guffaw. Taking your own back, hesitantly he gives it to you.

“Their drinks are strong here.” He defends, nudging your leg with his under the table.

“That’s more sugar than coffee.”

He smiles and you uncharacteristically have to fight the urge to kiss the redness of his cheeks. And ignore how you want him to kiss you. It feels weird and it pains your throat when you struggle to find the words to ask him.

James notices your leg bouncing under the table and can see your fingers flexing around your mug, tips red where it almost burns.

“You okay?” He frowns, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

You nod and when he says, “Do you want a kiss?” You shake your head, betraying your thoughts just two minutes prior.

You remember where you are, and despite the very much low-key setting, a room full of no more than twelve people, it still daunts you. You hate it.

James pouts and you feel bad. It’d probably be easier if he wasn’t so far away. Maybe three centimetres closer and you’d make the move and peck his cheek.

James seems to think for a moment before he lays his hand palm up on the table, his skin pressing into the cold mosaic tile, “You can hold my hand, if you want.”

You look down at his hand, and then up at his smiling face, and then back down at his hand when he wriggles his fingers. You think this is a much better alternative.

Your hand tangles through his, fingers curling around each other. He squeezes reassuringly, smiling when your leg stops bouncing and you relax. He seems a little too pleased.

“You know,” He stops, moving closer until his knees are pressing into yours, “If you ever want me to kiss you or just hold hands. Hell, if you even want to pull my hair. All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.” He chuckles and you can tell he means it.

“I know, I just.” You breathe, the taste of tea leaves strong on your tongue, “I feel stupid sometimes. You won’t want me to kiss you every time I want to.”

James puts on a faux offence, “Of course I would.” He pulls your entwined hand to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand and it surprises you how much you don’t feel bothered. It feels nice. “Kiss me whenever. Even when I’m mid conversation. I’m probably only talking shit, anyways.”

You smile and then it’s your turn to kiss the back of his hand. He looks too happy and it warms you more than your drink.

“So the hair pulling can happen outside of your bedroom?” You laugh when he startles a little. Eyes creased, his mouth parted.

“You minx.” He gasps, “That’s my dirty little secret.”

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 4 - Mistakes▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?

All alarms are going off in your useless excuse of a brain and you started feeling an immense amount of dread seeping into your bones. ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five

Chapter 4 - Mistakes

It was ninety-three MILLION fucking miles away and somehow the sun still manages to shine through the blinds and right in your fucking face.

You squint at your phone.

150 missed messages from the Comp-Sci project group chat and another eight from Taylor.

The past one and a half weeks were pretty uneventful. You slept, climbed ranks in the holy trinity of Riot Games, worked part time and showed up to your classes—if only half of the time.

You were particularly prone to dodging your computer science class, telling yourself it wasn’t for any reason in particular.

In short, you were doing fine. The ‘free’ time you had felt boring and seemingly peaceful. Luckily boring was exactly what you needed—especially when most of your life was anything but. That being said, it was hard to ignore your ape brain that was craving the instability and the stress you got used to growing up. Having academic goals and working hard towards them helped that aspect of yourself quite a bit, but it still felt like something was missing. Something only years of therapy and healthy relationships with people would change.

As the deadline was quickly approaching, it was finally time to check what the project was about and do your part before your presentation on Wednesday. The phone numbers of three other people you’ve never heard or cared enough to learn the name of were displayed on top of the chat.

You scroll down and notice they’re freaking out about two of the members—one of them being you—not sending their part yet, despite the deadline only being about two and a half days away.

Yui(I think?) – What do we do about the others, Ojiro…? :( Guys pls, I don’t wanna do everything alone. [Sent 9:13 AM]

Mashirao(jock blondie) – I will call them later today, and if they don’t reply then, we’re on our own I guess. We’ll have to let the professor know. They should know better by now, honestly. Can’t believe one of them is an ‘honors student’, what a damn joke. [Sent 9:17 AM]

Yui(I think?)– Ahh! Stop! They can read this too!! [Sent 9:25 AM]

Mashirao(jock blondie)– Let them. They need to feel ashamed for making us do all the work. [Sent 9:17 AM]

You roll your eyes at their childish hostility.

Wow, firstly, they had absolutely no faith in you, you think. Secondly, are they three years old? They are openly discussing fucking you over in a group chat that you’re literally part of. At least do that shit in your DMs, not in the open where everyone can see them.

If you really thought about it, it was sort of fair. You probably are the world’s laziest, biggest procrastinator, but what they didn’t understand is that you’re not bad at farming credits. Two days of work is more than enough for you to do your part and then some.

You’re horrible in almost all aspects of life, but your high achiever brain will always power up when you need it to. If anything, you never understood how other students needed so much time to figure out their shit, the material is always pretty straight forward unless the professor botched it themselves, but it wasn’t the case here.

Yui(I think?) – Yeah so… I finally added my part to the shared doc! If by some miracle the other two see this, you guys have access to it too. Please please send yours in time, I don’t want to almost fail CS again this year maaan ;_; [Sent 10:30 AM]

You – ill get everything done before the deadline, don’t get your panties in a twist. also pro tip, if you tap the back button on the chat window, look for someone’s phone number and then open it, you can actually write all your shitty comments privately ;) ttyl [Sent 2:14 PM]

Before you close the chat window, you see two rows of angry dot animations ready to cuss you out.

Too bad you couldn’t be bothered.

And so you stand up, take a shower—for the first time in a couple of days—and mentally prepare yourself for two weeks worth of work squeezed into a one all-nighter and a half.

After all, in stress, you thrive.

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Thud –

Dropping your bag next to your desk, you slide in your seat.

Your favorite neighbor’s white haired head is buried in his arms, laying against his desk and possibly taking a goddamn nap. This motherfucker.

The two week creep-detox did nothing for you, as you noticed your disdain for him was still as fresh as it was the night at the convenience store—if not even stronger.

Not only did he not fucking reply to your group in time—as if you did—but he also didn’t contribute to your project whatso-fucking-ever. In fact, he’s never read any of the group chat’s messages.

You were beyond fucking annoyed at him, because—to your group’s surprise, not only did you do your part, but you also covered for his and fixed everyone else’s. Incompetent fuckers.

It was stupid to let yourself get walked all over, but at least it shut both of the idiots up and that was enough motivation for you to get the job done. That, and the scholarship you fought to keep rolling every year.

There’s two interesting things that you found out during this group project. The first one was that the asshole’s name was Shigaraki fucking Tomura.

The Shigaraki Tomura.

You’d heard about his infamy over the years—never being able to put a face to the name—but nothing came even close to the stories Taylor began telling you about him.

‘Like girl, do you live under a fucking rock?!’ is what your friend asked extremely dramatically before setting off on spilling the ‘tea’ for ‘your uncultured ass’—whatever the fuck that meant.

It looks like the mystery slacker wasn’t just a random incel loser who got off on paying for stranger’s energy drinks and cup noodles, but also seemed to be a serious anti-social, borderline criminal individual.

According to the stories, he’s now been in court more times than you can count, charged with various offenses that ranged from physical violence, assault, theft, vandalism, drug-related charges, to more minor ones such as trespassing and public disturbances—either of them involving either students or straight up gang members.

Aside from that, he’s friends with a bunch of other convicted criminal misfits, seemed to have spent a few months in juvie and multiple people apparently promised he’s not all talk when he threatens to beat the shit out of you, never discriminating between guys or girls. You’re pretty sure that this wasn’t what women fought for when they said feminism.

That alone begged the question if he was gonna make good on the promise to fuck you up last time you so much spoke to him. Thinking about it left your mouth dry.

There was also a reason as to why he’d managed to get out of trouble every goddamn time. That reason came in the shape of his adoptive daddy’s wealth and connections, which was a convenient ‘get out of jail free’ card and something normal people (you) couldn’t afford. A true show of society’s totally unbiased conduct towards the mighty upper class.

All of this useless information that now occupies your brain, only proved to you how much of a massive piece of shit the guy was.

It doesn’t matter what his past was like, you quickly decided. It also doesn’t matter if you can relate to the shitty overblown rumors that were circulating around him. Or that you shared similarities.

What really matters right now, is that he’s actively trying to jeopardize your perfect score sheet—and by extension, your scholarship—by not stepping up and contributing to the project.

He continued resting on his desk, scratching the top of his head and yawning while not paying you any mind.

You bit the skin off your lip anxiously, unable to wait and teach this entitled little asshole a fucking lesson for messing with you.

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It was finally your group’s turn and all of you gathered in front of the lecture hall.

Well, all of you, save for Mr. Creep in the back corner of the room, who was still hunched over and scrolling on his phone indifferently.

If the rare upturned corners of your lips was something to go by, you were in for some serious mischief today.

The professor opens up with a brief introduction to your project, and your group finally starts presenting. It all goes well, except for the fact that despite your age, you have this incredible stage fright making you stutter pretty fucking badly for most of your speaking turn.

It gets worse the moment you realize that somewhere along the presentation, a pair of piercing red eyes began studying you incessantly. His sudden attention to you made your body sweat about three times the amount everyone else’s would combined. It was extremely jarring, in the worst sense.

You scoffed at thinking that he might as well have pinned you to the wall. Like he knew you were up to some bullshit. Like he could smell it.

Realistically you know there’s no way he could have possibly known, but the tiny guilty part of your lizard brain wasn't able to comprehend that right now.

That’s when you steeled your flimsy resolve and you tried to recover your composure as much as you could, doing your best to make-believe you were at his funeral instead and get to the end of your stupid speaking part.

You could tell you embarrassed your group mates with your awful public speaking skills, as their parts are much more animated, smoother and confident in comparison. But it didn’t particularly bother you aside from a slight hit to your ego, because you knew that the professor would read the documentation and ultimately see the amount of work you put into the written part of the project.

Your shitty teammates could glare at you all they wanted, but you did more than half the fucking project on your own and that would lead to one thing only—a great fucking score.

Who needed social skills—not that you were proud of any—when your future job will probably only require you to sit behind a screen most of the day—something that you’re already really fucking good at, to a detrimental point. It was a miracle that you made it so far in life without your vision getting much worse than it was.

“Very good,” the professor says.

He begins praising the sturdiness of the project, mentioning your name—making you cringe—and unfortunately pointing out the bumpy part—your bumpy part—of the presentation.

Overall, he was quite impressed with the quality and execution, and promised to email everyone their scores, once he’s done correcting them.

“However,” you heard him talk again, his following sentence filling you with extreme giddiness. “I seem to notice you’re missing a member of your group?” the professor trailed off with a furrowed brow as he stared at his notes. “I’m positive I’ve assigned everyone four people, but your project only mentions you three. Why is that?” he flips through his papers and checks his laptop as well for something akin to an error on his part.

“No, you’re correct, sir,” you chime in mischievously. “Mr. Shigaraki over there,” your speak up and your eyes meet his unexpectedly focused ones. His expression seemed to become almost intrigued at the prospect of your little scheme. He was sitting a little straighter than before. Listening.

As if this class finally became interesting to him, opposed to almost falling asleep in his chair earlier.

You clear your throat after feeling it contract with a pang of anxiety and continue, “—decided that we weren’t worth his precious time, and sadly did not contribute to our project whatsoever.” you end your sentence with a pout. “In fact, he dumped all of the work on us and didn’t even communicate. I—um, we thought it was for the best that he doesn’t free load on all of our weeks of hard work, sir.” you slip up, but promptly recover and you notice how the other two NPCs in your group stared at you in horror.

Despite lumping them in with you so you wouldn’t get in trouble, they did in fact not know or had any say in your decision to leave Shigaraki out—not that you cared to ask for their worthless opinion anyway. After all, they should be happy for the free full marks that you’re confident they wouldn’t have gotten without your help.

You wore a sly smile on your face.

Fuck him, his stupid face and his shitty attitude.

Checkmate, Shigaraki, you muse to yourself, smirking and gauging the reaction of the professor who seemed to be deep in thought for a moment.

When you looked back at Shigaraki to check how he’s faring, knowing you set him up—

You felt literal chills running down your spine.

He was simply smiling at you.

A wide, creepy and weirdly calculating smile.

A smile that told you, you’re in trouble.

Like a bucket of ice dropping over your head, you just grasped the mistake you’ve made. The reason why your classmates stared at you in disbelief. The reason while the whole room stared at you in disbelief.

He is a rich trust fund kid, whose background consists of only unpunished violence and nothing to lose. You, a lower class student, fucked with him knowing the horrible stories that circled around him. So why was it again that you didn’t believe he was capable of retaliating, even when you heard how most of the students avoided him like the plague? Did you think he would be as pathetic and powerless as you were?

Honestly, what the fuck were you thinking?

All alarms are going off in your useless excuse of a brain and you started feeling an immense amount of dread seeping into your bones.

You needed to take this back right fucking now or who knows what he’s going to—

“Alright. I see how it is,” the professor interrupts your train of thought, scratching his chin, “To be blunt with you, I’m considering disqualifying your group’s entire project, for the fact that the bunch of you made such a hasty decision and did not think of consulting with me first to solve the problem.” you hear the professor say, feeling your gut twist and your two classmates glaring at you.

“I will however opt to only cut your score by twenty percent, because it really is an outstanding project, but I expect this to serve as a reminder that I do not tolerate insubordination and this instance is not to be repeated by any of you.” The professor looked at you, then at Shigaraki himself. “Have I made myself understood?”

You felt shame burn in your cheek as you nodded at him, but the boy wasn’t listening anymore.

It was as if the rest of the world—save for the two of you—ceased to exist at that moment.

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A Nest of Vipers Ch3. (Cormac McLaggen x Original Female Character - Slytherin)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings / Tags: Smut, Oral Sex (F receiving), Secret Relationship

Summary: Cormac McLaggen has some useful information that Una Montague is very grateful for.

A/N: My neck, my back...

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Chapter 3: Service

The bell rang, signalling the end of Potions. Una looked at Sabine and Meredith. Professor Slughorn was in a very pleasant mood after she’d performed well in class today but nerves still twisted in her stomach.

“You’ve got this,” said Sabine confidently and extended her pinky finger. Meredith leaned across the desk behind them and the three of them squeezed their pinkies together. “You know how to get what you want. So do it.”

Una nodded. “I’ll meet you in the Great Hall.”

She braced herself, getting ready to ask her favour of Professor Slughorn. Careful flattery of the people who mattered was right in her wheelhouse but when it came to her brother Graham, her fierce protectiveness made her feel like the stakes were incredibly high.

Cormac McLaggen, who usually ignored her in this particular lesson due to her proximity to the rest of the so-called ‘Vipers’, glanced at her suspiciously as he exited the classroom. Una didn’t acknowledge him. She didn’t need Cormac distracting her now as she hovered at her desk, waiting for the Potions room to vacate.

“Professor Slughorn, sir?” she asked when it was only she and the Potions Master left.

“Miss Montague, I’ve already told you that was an excellent Everlasting Elixir. I hope you’re not looking for more points?” he chuckled.

“No, sir.” She smiled modestly. “I hope it’s not too much to ask but I was hoping to ask you a favour.”

“A favour? Well, I certainly couldn’t refuse at least hearing our Head Girl out, could I?”

“Thank you, sir. It’s about my brother, Graham Montague. I don’t suppose you heard what happened to him last year?”

“I’ve heard rumours, of course. But I’m not, ah, familiar with the whole story, that is.”

Una launched into a dramatic retelling of what happened to her younger brother last year. She didn’t hold back on the horrific details - her eyes expertly welled up in all the right places while Slughorn ‘ooh’-ed and ‘ahh’-ed. By the end of the story, Slughorn had even conjured up an opulent satin handkerchief for her to dry her eyes on.

“And so you see, sir. He’s only sitting two N.E.W.Ts this year - he didn’t want to fall a year behind his classmates. But Potions is his favourite subject. It’s just that he barely scraped an ‘A’ because he missed so much.”

“I do see, m’dear,” said Slughorn sympathetically. “And your brother, is he half as clever as his older sister?”

Una sniffled into the handkerchief and gave him a watery smile. “Yes, sir.”

“Then it’s settled!” boomed Slughorn. “He’ll have some catching up to do - it’s three weeks into term, you know. But he can certainly join the other sixth-years.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

Slughorn smiled and walked her out of the classroom.

“Not at all! Not at all!” he said when they were in the corridor and Una had the distinct feeling that Slughorn very much enjoyed being asked for favours that only he could grant. Like a giant, walrus genie.

Slughorn waddled off into the direction of the Great Hall, as she fixed her mascara, quickly pulling herself together and stuffed the silk handkerchief into her bag. That couldn’t have gone any better if she had tried. She was excited to brag to Sabine and Meredith about how she had masterfully pulled Slughorn’s strings. But she was secretly even more excited that Graham would have another lesson to keep himself busy. Hopefully too busy to help Draco Malfoy with whatever schemes he had planned.

“Masterfully done,” said a voice behind Una as she pulled her gaze from Slughorn and turned to see Cormac McLaggen, leaning one of his broad shoulders against the wall and giving her a slow round of applause.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Una, fixing her hair by tucking it behind her ear.

“Sure,” said Cormac.

“What are you waiting out here for? Are you spying on me?” Una tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Feeling brave enough to push me up against the wall with all these witnesses?” she asked, looking at the sparse groups of students passing the dungeons on their way to dinner.

“Oh, come on. You loved that and you know it.”

Una pursed her lips not deigning to dignify his comment with a response, however true it was. “Why are you waiting out here, Cormac?”

“Well -” he took a deep breath. “Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to come along and watch?”

Una snorted. She hadn’t expected that.

“Don’t laugh,” he said, giving her an offended look.

“I’m sorry,” she said, regaining her composure. “No, honestly, I am. But how do I put this politely?” She looked at the high ceiling thoughtfully. “I simply couldn’t think of a worse way to spend a Saturday.” This was, at least, the truth. She’d spent enough of her childhood and time at Hogwarts watching her brother play and couldn’t think of anything more dull.

“I just wanted to make up for the other night in the library. Call a truce.”

“By asking me to watch you play Quidditch?”

He shrugged and gave her a cocky grin. “Some people say I look really good in my uniform.”

Una laughed again but this time it was in disbelief. He really was arrogant beyond belief.

“Well, thank you for the exceptionally generous offer but I’ll have to say ‘no’ on this occasion.”

“I just thought you might want an excuse to look at me from a safe distance.”

She couldn’t help her mouth twisting into a reluctant smile. He was nice to look at. And Merlin’s Beard, he was persistent. It was a very strange sort of peace offering.

“Please, Cormac,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

He took a sharp inhale of breath. “Oh, don’t say that. It’s giving me ideas.”

“What, ‘Cormac’?”

“‘Please’”, he corrected her. “You know if you just saw me play, I’d have you begging like that.”

“In your dreams,” said Una, turning to walk away, hiding how much she was enjoying his audacity.

“Wait, Una. Last chance,” he called to her.

“Are you giving me an ultimatum?” she turned back around and smirked.

“I’m just saying, plenty of other girls in here who are interested,” he lifted up his hands.

“Sure, Cormac. Go ahead and ask one of them to watch you play,” laughed Una, shaking her head at his very transparent attempt to make her jealous. “I’ll see you in Transfiguration next week.”

“Suit yourself.”

And with that, she made her way to the Great Hall, wondering if she might make up some excuse to go and watch. She actually would enjoy seeing what Cormac McLaggen’s shoulders would look like in the Gryffindor Quidditch robes.

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A few days later, Cormac McLaggen sat in Professor McGonagall’s classroom, determinedly not looking back at the door in anticipation of his deskmate’s arrival.

“So, how did it go?” asked Una, as Cormac looked up to see her slipping into her usual seat as the buzz from the other students filled the classroom.

Cormac hesitated - he wasn’t sure what exactly had happened at the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts. The memory was still hazy. It was probably all the adrenaline, he supposed.

“That bad?” she smirked.

He shrugged nonchalantly as if it didn’t bother him. “Reserve keeper,” he said. “Probably just as well you didn’t turn up.”

Cormac felt Una’s eyes on him, surveying him carefully.

“You know, Cormac, it would have looked weird if I’d have gone. It’s not like anyone else in Slytherin would have been there,” she said quietly.

“I get it.”

“Everyone knows I hate Quidditch too. It would have been sus-.”

“Honestly, it’s fine.” He looked at her apprehensively. “Look, I’ve been thinking it’s probably for the best anyway.”

Una grinned at him. “Oh no, are you breaking up with me?”

When tryouts were over, he had spent time thinking about this long and hard over the weekend as his thoughts recently so often turned to Una. “I just think - whatever it is we’re playing at - we should cut it out.”

Una gasped playfully. “Oh my god, you are breaking up with me.”

“Well, obviously not. We were never together. But yeah.” He cleared his throat, bracing himself for her reaction.

Una moved in closer to him. “You’re not slick, you know that, right? This is the oldest trick in the book.”

“Una, it’s not a trick. I’m serious,” he said, turning in his chair to face her. Cormac knew the more time he spent in her company, the more he was experiencing feelings for her. Mostly strong feelings of irritation - she really wasn’t an easy person to get along with. But he was starting to realise that maybe the best way to rid himself of those feelings perhaps wasn’t bending her over, and fucking her until she started saying nice things to him. Maybe.

“You can’t resist me, Cormac. You said you think about fucking me all the time,” she hushed as if reading his mind.

“We both know our friends would cut us off if we started dating each other.”

“Who said anything about dating each other?” Una rested her hand on his knee. Her touch felt like a jolt of lightning. Before Cormac could reply, she slinked off of her chair and crawled under the desk. His eyes widened as he looked down at her on the floor between his legs. Una’s hand travelled further up his thigh as she whispered, “Nobody needs to know.”

Cormac felt blood rushing towards his cock as he looked edgily from left to right to see if anyone else had noticed what was happening. They hadn’t. He looked back down at her on her knees with her lips parted.

He was done for.

“Una,” he murmured. “What are you -”

Her free hand rummaged in her bag and she got up to her seat again.

“Just getting my quill,” she said, putting it on the desk and smoothing her hair as she took her seat again.

“Books and quills away,” barked Professor McGonagall as she entered the classroom. “Today you’ll be turning toads into toadstools.”

Una made to slide off her chair to return her quill to her bag but Cormac gripped her arm and shook his head.

Una smirked at him. “What?”

“You know what.”

“Still getting ideas, Cormac?”

This was even more maddening than when Una was pretending she wasn’t interested in him. Cormac opened his mouth to respond but Professor McGonagall continued.

“Might I remind you that you should be working on these spells non-verbally so there will be no need for talking. That goes for you too, Mr McLaggen.”

Cormac turned in his chair abruptly to face the front but Una just smiled innocently at the stern look on McGonagall’s face.

They didn’t speak to one another as their toads were passed out. Una wrinkled her nose when a particularly fat, ugly toad was placed on her desk. As if merely keen to rid herself of its presence she tapped her wand lazily and it turned into a pretty, red toadstool.

Cormac knitted his eyebrows together and pointed his own wand at his toad, repeating the spell over and over again in his head. It did nothing.

“You know, I could help you,” said Una, brushing her hair from her shoulder and lolling back in her chair.

Cormac sighed. “Go on then.”

“Not so fast. What are you gonna do for me?”

“Are you sexually harassing me, Una?”

“Maybe…” She gave him a flirtatious smile that he almost returned until with a flicker of indignation he remembered why he had resolved to stop flirting back with her.

“Then what?” He whispered. “I admit I want to fuck you so you can pretend you’re not interested and then we start this whole thing again?” He raised an eyebrow. “Una, I can’t keep up. I’m not good with these games.”

“Really? I thought we were having fun.”

He looked at her with a pained expression. “I don’t need this kind of fun.”

Una narrowed her eyes. “Fine. Find someone else. You’d be bored out of your mind.”

“I wouldn’t,” he said.

“Prove it.”

“I will.”

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Almost a week later, Professor Slughorn had invited them to another one of his dinners, which Una still determinedly refused to refer to as ‘Slug Club’. After promising Sabine and Meredith that she’d find out what she could about the next potions lesson, Una and Blaise made their way to Slughorn’s office.

They entered the room to find Cormac McLaggen and Eddie Carmichael amongst the students already seated. Una ignored the empty seats beside Cormac and instead, she followed Blaise to the opposite side of the table beside Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.

Cormac frowned when she took her seat but she paid him no mind which only seemed to annoy him more. So much for not being interested in playing games.

An hour or so later, when desserts had magically appeared on the table, Una watched as Cormac tried to make eye contact with the girl on Una’s right as he sucked chocolate sauce from his finger. The girl he’d been eyeing up, Hermione Granger, caught his eye and Una had to stuff an entire profiterole in her mouth to stop herself laughing when she saw Hermione visibly recoil.

Cormac cleared his throat and pretended to find another conversation incredibly interesting as she watched his neck turn scarlet as he looked away. Maybe there weren’t ‘plenty of girls who were interested’ as he had claimed. Although, thought Una with satisfaction, if he was looking for a nice, boring girl then Slughorn’s club was probably the the right place

“You know, Miss Montague. I had been meaning to tell you that it’s been a pleasure having your brother, Graham, in Potions,” said Professor Slughorn once the dessert plates had been cleared and the older students’ wine glasses began filling up.

“Thank you, Sir,” beamed Una.

“I was worried about him keeping up after his incident last year but I needn’t have been!”

A few seats down Una heard a snort of laughter. She turned to see Ginny Weasley stifling a snicker with her hand.

“Think it’s funny, do you?” shot Una, glaring at her.

“I mean, sort of, yeah,” said Ginny, far too boldly in Una’s opinion. “He turned up alright in the end. In the U-Bend, mind.”

Una clenched her jaw. Ginny Weasley couldn’t have been the one who’d done it. She was much too small to have shoved Graham anywhere. But still, the little smirk on her face told her that she probably knew who had.

“He almost died. Thanks to someone in your stupid little club,” said Una bitterly.

“Well, let’s call it even after your Slytherin gang of snitches made sure we all got detention,” Ginny retorted.

“Even? You think that detention -“

“Ladies, ladies. Please. All water under the bridge now, surely?” implored Slughorn.

It certainly wasn’t. Not to her. Nonetheless, she quickly rearranged her face into a smile at Slughorn. She would prefer to have him as an ally, have her think she was the bigger person.

“Certainly, Sir.”

Cormac looked at her with a slightly guilty expression from across the table. She averted her gaze - she had temporarily forgotten he had been part of the D.A. too.

When dinner was finally over and Una had managed to procure information from Slughorn about the next Potions lesson, she and Blaise walked back towards the Slytherin common room together.

“That Ginny Weasley really is a piece of work,” sneered Una. Blaise looked over his shoulder. “She’s good-looking though,” Una added just to see his reaction.

“I wouldn’t touch that little Blood Traitor with a ten-foot broomstick.”

“Blaise, don’t use that kind of language around me or I’ll tell your sister.”

He scoffed. “Fine.”

“And I’ve seen the way you look at her. I know you’re just deflecting.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna tell my sister about that too?”

“No,” said Una carefully and they both came to a standstill. “I wouldn’t tell her... And I wouldn’t tell her if you wanted to use Slughorn’s club as an opportunity to get to know her either.”

Blaise eyed her suspiciously.

“I mean it. I don’t think we can help it if we’re attracted to someone - even if they’re in Gryffindor.”

“Montague!” called a voice from behind them. Cormac McLaggen was on his own, walking towards them.

“What do you want?” asked Una coolly.

“I was wondering if you had written down the Transfiguration homework?” he asked, giving her a meaningful look that Blaise didn’t fail to notice.

“I’m going to the common room,” said Blaise, walking away. “I’ll see you later.”

“Blaise, wait a minute.” Una caught up and stopped him. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I was just saying.”

She stared at him for a second, trying to read his cool, dark eyes.

“Slughorn held you back because he wanted to ask you a question after the party,” he said quietly so Cormac couldn’t hear. “And maybe in future… he’ll have something he wants to ask me.” He raised his eyebrow pointedly.

Una nodded, not daring to say anything else. She wasn’t sure she trusted Blaise. Or he her. But the less either of them said, the more plausible deniability they both had.

She turned back to Cormac as she heard Blaise walk away.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Look, it’s about your brother,” said Cormac in a hushed voice. “I just wanted you to know it wasn’t anything to do with me.”

She scanned his face carefully, looking for any signs of deceit. But there were none. “Do you know who it was?”

“I don’t think I can say… I mean, you know Marietta Edgecombe? When she told Umbridge about the D.A. she got horrible acne all over her face spelling the word ‘sneak’. There’s a curse to stop us from saying anything about what went on.”

Una rolled her eyes with all the derision she could muster. “Of course. I wouldn’t want you to ruin your good looks. Those are more important. See you later, Cormac.” She walked away but before she could reach the end of the corridor he called after her.

“It was Fred and George Weasley.” His voice rang out, echoing the names in the deserted hallway.

Una paused. Not quite believing what she had just heard, she turned around slowly to see Cormac squeezing his eyes tight shut, bracing himself for the curse to mark his face “Is it bad? Just tell me,” he said, not daring to open his eyes.

Una walked back towards him to look at his face. It was still stupidly handsome. Even in the dim torchlight of the corridor, she could see he had not been marred by whatever curse he was expecting.

She reached up and brushed her index finger across his cheekbone. Her face was so close to his neck that as she looked up at his face she could smell the expensive, clean scent of his aftershave.

“What does it say?” He said, opening one eye.

She traced letters across his face as she spelt out. “D… I… C…K-.”

“Oh, ha-ha.” He said opening his green eyes and looking down at her, standing in tiptoe to touch his face. “Is there anything there?”

She shook her head slowly. “You really thought you might get cursed if you told me?” He nodded. “That was very brave considering your looks are mostly all you’ve got going for you.”

“You know what? I just did a decent thing - you are so -”

“Kiss me,” she interrupted.

“You - what?”

She looked from his raised eyebrows to his lips. “I won’t bite.”

“Sure about that?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not this time, anyway,” she said, smoothing her hands along his jumper. “Unless you want me to.”

He studied her expectant face. For a second she thought he wasn’t going to kiss her. Until, with a resigned sigh, he tilted his head down and pressed his soft lips against hers tentatively. She pulled herself against his body and kissed him back, tasting dark chocolate and red wine on his lips. When her tongue swiped against his lower lip, he seemed to decide it was safe enough to slip his tongue into her mouth.

He ran his hand through her hair and tugged gently at the nape of her neck, tilting her head back so he could kiss her exposed throat shamelessly. She cupped his head as he did, feeling his dark blonde curls entwined through her fingers.

A door slammed shut in the distance and they broke apart abruptly when they heard footsteps at the other end of the corridor. Their eyes darted towards the door at the end of the corridor nearest them. They both bolted towards it. Cormac recklessly threw it open and they ran inside, shutting the door behind them and leaning against it catching their breath.

Una’s chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation of being caught. They stayed deadly silent as the footsteps passed and breathed a sigh of relief as they went off into the distance.

Una took in her dark surroundings. It was a disused classroom with empty bookcases and some tables and chairs piled up in a corner. They remained quiet for a few seconds, neither of them daring to bring up what had just happened in the corridor. Una knew she had to get back before before Sabine and Meredith had time to be suspicious.

She turned to look up at him. “We should go. I appreciate you telling me about the Weasley twins. That was really useful information.”

“Useful information?”

“It doesn’t matter. But I mean it, thank you.”

“Happy to have been of service.” Cormac leaned against the door, looking down at her. He curled two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up towards him. “Call it a favour.”

“One I’m expected to return?” she raised her eyebrow. She was well versed enough in getting information to understand the quid-pro-quo involved. “What, you want me to help you with non-verbal spells after all?”

He smirked as his thumb skirted over her bottom lip. “No, the favour I was thinking of involved your mouth. Although you won’t need to be particularly verbal.”

Una’s breath hitched in her throat when she pictured herself sliding her hands down his body and she sank down to the floor and undid his belt. But she quickly turned it into a scornful scoff. “That is very presumptuous of you.”

He gave her an arrogant look that made it clear he had seen the flicker in her eyes as she had briefly considered it.

“Come on, I bet you’re good at it. You’re good at everything.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond. Honestly, she didn’t know if she’d be good at it. Sure, she’d had plenty of clumsy fumbles in deserted corners of the common room with boys, groping and rubbing each other under layers of clothing. But sucking Cormac McLaggen’s dick as some sort of subservient expression of gratitude?

“I don’t get on my knees for anyone,” she said, finally, pulling back from his touch and screwing up her face.

“Oh yeah, what were you doing on the floor in Transfiguration last week? Or maybe I’m not just anyone?”

“You wish. I was getting my quill out of my bag.”

“You little tease,” he grinned. And for some reason, the cocky way he said it made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“You’re not going to provoke me into sucking your dick by calling me names. You really think I care if you call me a tease?”

“C’mon, I’ve seen the smirk on your face when everyone stares at you in these little skirts,” he said quietly, his fingers lightly touching the hem of her skirt, skating the front of her thighs.

“Not everyone,” Una said in a small voice, a little more honestly than she’d intended.

Cormac’s eyelashes lifted from the hem of her skirt to her face. “If I looked at you, I’d be walking around like this all the time.” He took her hand and placed it just below his belt. He was hard. Her instinct was to withdraw her hand and admonish him but she didn’t. Instead, she kept it there, looking up at him and daring him to continue. “You know, when you started dressing like that - way back at the beginning of our third year - I used to think about kissing you… right here.” He moved his hand under her skirt and dragged his finger across the front of her underwear, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. “It was stupid. I hadn’t even kissed a girl before or anything yet. All I knew was that every time I saw you, I wanted to bury my head between your thighs and taste you.”

“You… you did?” Una took an unsteady breath, running her fingertips over his hard length from base to tip. She could feel him pulsing under her touch.

“I was hardly getting anything else done. So I just stopped looking at you altogether.” The pads of his fingertips rested just over her clit through the fabric. She felt like she was on fire - so hot and throbbing that she was surprised Cormac hadn’t been scalded just by touching her. “Like I said, stupid of me.”

He kissed her again as his fingers rubbed gentle circles over her underwear, barely touching her. Una let out an involuntary whimper against his lips. He kissed along the line of her jaw and pressed his mouth to her ear, the slightest bit of stubble tickled her face. “See? I can be a tease too,” he murmured, a low growl in her ear that made hairs on the back of her neck prickle.

Shit. He was right. And he was good at it. Una gulped, loud enough for him to hear. He drew back and looked her up and down. The way he toyed with her already had her desperate for him to put more pressure on her aching pussy.

“I didn’t know you even knew I existed,” she admitted, her muscles in her core twisting so tightly they were starting to hurt.

“Well, it was easy to pretend since you have such a terrible personality.”

She exhaled an amused laugh of relief when he made fun of her. This was more in her comfort zone - playful sniping, not confessions of secret pining that made her yearn for him in a way she wasn’t ready to admit. “Speaking of which, I thought you didn’t need this ‘kind of fun’?” Una asked, hoping to provoke him into arguing with her again.

“Who said anything about fun?” asked Cormac, his green eyes glittering darkly.

Without warning, he pressed her against the door with his body and pushed his hips between her open legs. Una winced in surprise. God, she’d been thinking about him doing that every night since he did it in the library. He scooped her up with ease, pinning her against the door as she held onto his shoulders, feeling the friction of his hard cock against her throbbing cunt. Una’s breath hitched in her throat when she felt his hips buck against her and he let out a grunt as his cock chased the pleasant stimulation.

Cormac leaned down and trailed wet, sloppy kisses down the side of her neck again, this time pausing to suck hard on her sensitive skin. Una breathed heavily, tilting her head back against the door and enjoying the feeling of his lips sucking on her neck. Her neck. With a start, her eyes flew open and she tugged his hair, pulling him back.

“Don’t give me a love bite,” she hissed. “Someone will see.” His grin faltered when he saw the serious look on her face. Una loosened her grip on his hair. “Cormac? Maybe this is a bad idea.”

Cormac heaved a sigh and gently let her down until her feet met the floor again. He pressed his forehead against the top of her head for a few moments. The only sound was their laboured breathing as the reasoning part of Una’s brain fought for the blood supply below her waist.

“Yeah… maybe,” he said solemnly. Una could practically hear her body crying in protest, desperate for his touch below her waist again. She had secretly hoped he’d disagree. Find a way to persuade her. “Can I just… do something? I need to get it out of my system.”

“What - oh.”

Cormac knelt in front of her. “I want to taste you. Just once,” he said and pushed her skirt up. Una felt her cheeks burning as he pressed his face against her underwear and inhaled deeply. Shit, what was he doing? She was so turned on, she knew it must be a hot, sticky mess down there. Cormac groaned as he breathed out, sending a ripple of warm vibration across her clit.

“Fuck, you smell good.”

“I smell good?” she blurted.

“What? Nobody ever told you that while they were eating you out?”

She shook her head. Una had never let anyone do this to her before. Not that she’d tell Cormac that.

“Well, they’re idiots,” he said. She was glad that he had misunderstood her meaning. He hooked his fingers over the hem of her underwear. “Can I take these off?”

Una bit her bottom lip. “...I thought it was me who owed you a favour?”

“This is more of a favour from present me to fourteen-year-old me.” He slipped her underwear off and down her legs. She stepped out of them shakily - her legs felt so weak she had to lean against the doorknob for support.

He traced two fingers between her folds, the flat of his fingers sliding against the slick of her hot, neglected slit. “You’re so fucking wet.” She couldn’t quite believe she was letting Cormac McLaggen do this to her. He sucked his fingers so he could taste her juices.

“Oh my god, Cormac…” Una said, feeling scandalised and blushing furiously as he closed his eyes in a blissful state of enjoyment. Her breathing felt stuttered as she watched him slowly withdraw his fingers from his mouth.

“That doesn’t count as tasting you,” he said firmly as if afraid she’d tell him to stop. Cormac pressed his lips against her and furnace-hot heat enveloped her clit as he started kissing her there like he was kissing her mouth. She could feel the texture of his tongue as he swirled it around her clit, making little circles as he did. His mouth was slick - she’d never experienced anything so warm and so heavenly on her skin before.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” He paused between kissing and nodded decisively, looking up into her eyes before turning his attention back to the task at hand. “Yep, I’m going to make you cum on my tongue.”

Una stifled a whine when his mouth met her cunt again. She couldn’t let him know how easily she was already coming undone. She could already imagine how triumphant he’d be, how smug that he’d managed to make her cum so quickly. She had to fight it.

But fuck, his mouth felt incredible on her. She could at least tell him that, right? That’s what people did during this type of thing, wasn’t it?

“Cormac?” she breathed. “That - that feels nice.”

He pulled back, his eyes flicking up from her wet pussy to her flushed face. “Yeah, you like that?” For a split second, she saw his smiling mouth glistening - whether wet with his saliva, her soaking wet arousal or a combination of both she wasn’t sure. God, he really would be insufferable if he made her cum quickly. He kept his eyes locked on her as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit.

Una swallowed against the dryness of her throat, unable to tear her eyes away from his wild, intense stare. She felt the pads of his fingers teasing her entrance. Una had been aching for him - any part of him - to be inside her for so long that she could practically hear how dripping wet she was. He raised his eyebrows and she nodded, feeling two large fingers slip inside her. Her leg muscles tensed when they began pressing intimately against a spot that only she had ever touched before, alone in the confines of her own bed.

“God, you’re so tight around my fingers,” he said, pausing his licking to watch his digits slide in and out of her. “You needed this, right? Been a while since you let someone take care of you like this?”

Fuck, he had no idea that nobody had ever taken care of her like this.

He pushed his body closer to her, encouraging her to hook her leg over his broad, muscular shoulder so he could push his fingers in even deeper. He curled his fingers inside her wet cunt, tapping against her G-spot. She wasn’t sure if it was the size of his own hands compared to hers or if it was the fact she was fixed on his green eyes as he touched her, but it felt better than when she did it on her own.

“Oh - fuck,” she whined, feeling his hand and mouth working in sync, pushing and swirling as her core tightened around his digits. The sight of him there made her brain feel like it was going into overdrive.

Every movement, pressing deep inside her brought her closer and closer to the brink. It was coming thick and fast. Faster than she had ever managed by herself. She threaded her fingers through his hair, just for something to hold onto as she trembled but he took it as a cue to pick up his pace.

“Mmh,” he moaned sloppily as his renewed pace made her squirm. Her hips moved as if by their own volition, grinding against his tongue and chasing the bliss that was ready to burst from her core. She in equal parts wanted it to happen quickly and for this moment to last forever. She imagined Sabine and Meredith waiting for her in the dormitory, wondering where she was. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her pussy started contracting around his fingers as they drove mercilessly into her, pressing again and again and again on that sweet spot in her core without reprise. Fuck, it was wrong that she was enjoying this. So fucked up and so fucking wrong.

“Keep going,” begged Una as the wave pulled back, ready to crash over her. She arched her back and threw her head against the door, tugging on his hair. No wonder he was driven mad by the idea of her being on her knees for him, if this is what it felt like. She wanted him here all the fucking time now. The sound his mouth was making as he kept sucking and licking and fingerfucking her, ignited some deep, primal part of her brain that blocked out all the inner chatter about how they shouldn’t be doing this.

She breathed hard, open-mouthed as she looked down at him again, expecting to meet his gaze once more but instead found his eyes closed in pure, unencumbered pleasure as he devoured her like a starving man.

“Fuck, I’m - ah - fuck,” she sobbed as ecstasy surged through her core.

The dark room turned so blinding white she was sure for a second that someone must have burst through some unseen door and shone their wand light in their faces. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was the orgasm that was rippling through her entire body, so deep that it seemed to burst through all her extremities. His wet tongue continued its attack on her clit and his fingers kept drilling deep into her, guiding her through it until finally, her legs were twitching from the aftershock.

She let go of his hair and practically collapsed against the door, panting wildly as with a smug grin, Cormac disentangled himself from under her leg. “Maybe you were right about not getting on your knees,” he said, coming up to his feet with a groan.

Una pushed herself from the door and threw her arms around his neck, startling him. “No,” she said, between desperate kisses, tasting herself on his lips. “You were right,” she kissed his neck. “You were right. I want to -”

She slid down his body onto the floor, brushing her fingers along his cock. She panted as she looked up at him with wide eyes. It was more than just quid-pro-quo - she wanted to be of service - to make him see just how good she could make him feel.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, watching her fingers work his belt. Just as she had unfastened it, they heard footsteps coming along the corridor and both looked at each other in alarm. “Oh, fuck!” he said again, bitterly through gritted teeth.

They heard the footsteps pause outside the door and Una quickly scrambled to her feet as the doorknob turned. She took one look at Cormac’s panicked face, extracted her wand and pointed it at him, casting a silent disillusionment charm.

His body turned invisible, just as the door opened.

“Miss Montague?” asked Professor Slughorn’s voice. Una squinted into the light cast from the lit tip of his wand on her pink face. “Miss Montague, are you alright? I thought I heard-”

“Yes,” she said, quickly, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. “Crying. I’m sorry, Professor. I just needed a moment alone after that conversation with Ginny Weasley.”

He pouted sympathetically. “Now, now. You mustn’t let these things bother you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come on, then. You wouldn’t want any of the Prefects on corridor duty to catch their Head Girl out of bed after hours, would you?” he chuckled. “A poor example for them!”

Una nodded. Her eyes tried to find Cormac’s faint disillusioned outline but she was glad when she couldn’t see or hear him. She made to follow Professor Slughorn out of the classroom but paused, realising she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her eyes scanned the floor in a frenzy, looking for them.

Slughorn paused at the door. “Everything alright, m’dear?”

“Yes, I just thought I’d dropped my… handkerchief,” she said pointedly into the darkness.

And so, she followed Professor Slughorn out of the classroom and they parted ways when they reached the end of the corridor so he could return to his office and she could go in the direction of the Slytherin common room. Una could distinctly feel the sensation of wet stickiness coating her inner thighs as she walked.

When she had sneaked back into the dormitory, she was relieved to find Sabine and Meredith already asleep. She crept into bed, sliding under the duvet and wondering whether Cormac had made it back to Gryffindor Tower undetected - but more importantly, whether he’d had the common sense to find her underwear so as not to leave any evidence of their encounter.

Chapter 4: Skill

#freddie stroma #cormac mclaggen #slytherin #slytherin fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #cormac mclaggen x original female character #harry potter #slytherin aesthetic #smut #fanfic #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #fanfiction #cormac mclaggen x reader

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andydrysdalerogers · 11 months

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The ABCs of Nick Vaughn ~ "U"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: T ~ Tension

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

U - Under

From Nick’s POV

Working from home can be rewarding. As long as you don’t get distracted. Lucky for me, my girl hates working from home because I distract her. And today is a day I don’t feel like heading to campus for work. I just have meetings that are online today so staying home is the way to go.

My first meeting isn’t until 10 so I sleep in a little from the normal 5 AM wake up I usually have. My girl is in bed with me still and I can’t help but get her riled up before she has to get up. I touch and tease and give her a little before I pull away, much to her indignation. I laugh as I head in and get started on my day.

The first meeting is quick, just a staff meeting. My second is with some donors of the program. I’m so into my meetings and all my notes that I failed to hear YN leave for work. I’ve got about 15 minutes before the next meeting when I feel someone looking at me. I turn and my mouth gapes. My girl is standing there in a baby pink lace bra and matching panties. “Fuck,” I mumble.

“Cat got your tongue Professor?” She takes a step towards me. “Thought it was nice to tease this morning?” I swallow, my words completely lost. “Let’s see if you still find it amusing to tease like that.” She straddled my lap and kisses me hard. My hands automatically go onto her ass, gripping her and pushing her onto my growing erection. The moan that comes from her throat just makes me harder.

“Baby, I have a meeting,” pulling away from her, as much as I hate it.

“Oh, I know.” She has a devilish smile on her face. She slides off my lap and goes to her knees in front of me. She reaches for my pants and undoes them. The alarm of the upcoming meeting goes off and she crawls under the table. She pulls the chair back in place and then pulls me out of my pants.

“Sweetheart, we can’t... ahh fuck.” She starts to suckle my cock and my head tilts back. She pops off of me and smiles.

“Can you get through your meeting Nicky while I tease you?”

“Baby, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Neither is leaving your fiancé wanting.” She licks up my shaft and I shudder. “Now, go to your meeting. “

The screen blinks and the meeting is starting. She puts her mouth on my again and I can barely get a greeting out.

She’s trying to kill me, I decide. She bobs quietly as the meeting continues but I have it on mute so they can’t hear her slurping me up. When they ask me a question, it takes everything to answer with a steady voice. She is steady on and then I start to feel the familiar build of my orgasm.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. Thankfully, the meeting is starting to wind down but that just spurs YN on to get me to finish while still in the meeting.

My hand lands on her head, threading my fingers in her hair. I know I should stop her, but fuck does her mouth feel so good. Its hot and wet, her tongue dancing all over. I need to enjoy this; I need her to go harder.

“I’m sorry, I have an emergency call. Thank you so much for your time.” I close out and toss my head back. “Fuck baby, that’s it. Suck me harder. Swallow my cock.” Her head bobs harder, taking me all the way back to her throat. She gags but fuck is that sound amazing. I feel my balls starting to tighten. “I’m going to cum, fuck baby.”

She stops for a second and looks up at me. Popping off, a string of cum and saliva from her mouth. “I’m not a cruel woman. You best remember that the next time you tease.”

Before I have a chance to retort, she takes me all the way down to my navel and I’m done. I hold onto the table as I empty myself down her throat. She takes it like the good girl she is and then licks me clean. As she comes off, she smiles shyly at me. “Fuck baby, I think I might keep you under my desk when I work from home.”

She laughs and shakes her head. I waste no time hauling her up from under the desk and over my shoulder. I smack her ass a couple of times as I walk to our room. I sit on the bed and scoot back and position her over me.

“Time for me to be under you. Ride my face sweetheart.”

Taglist:

@patzammit @slutforchrisjamalevans @jennmurawski13-writes @firephotogrl74 @texmexdarling @atoosa22 @tinkerbelle67

#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #chris evans #the ABCs of nick Vaughn #nick vaughn x reader #chris evans fanfiction #nick vaughn smut #nick vaughn x you #before we go au #chris evans fic #chris evans smut #chris evans au

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pigeonwit · 10 months

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hiii what r your favorite javey fics asking for a friend xx

[bursts through the wall like the dreamies cat] did someone say javey

here is the first post i made on this - that list was specifically longer fics, so i'll go with shorter ones for this one :) and remember that i do not understand social interactions and rules and etc etc so i dont wanna tag anyone outright just in case it crosses any boundaries.

mountain ridge camp for boys by @/timetogoslumming - starting strong on a GOD DAMN LIE because this one is not short at all but i love it so very much. it could legit be an original story (i'd read the fuck out of a graphic novel of this) it's so well written, the plot is so well set up, etc etc etc its perfect. it hits all my favourite notes - davey going from an outsider to finding his place and feeling like he belongs, jack being a pining idiot, misunderstandings, realistically confusing teenager feelings, etc, etc. i haven't read it in it's entirety for a while but man it makes me happy. sometimes when i'm in my feels i'll pull up the scene where davey very gently handles a ribbon snake. it makes me happy

as you've always been by @/weisenbachfelded - another stunning lie on my part because this is 43,000 words!! ahh friends to fwb to strangers to lovers my beloved. jack and davey re-meet each other after years of separation on a flight - they learn about each others successes and the feelings they'd misinterpreted throughout their friendship. it's so Yearning, so very soft, and not quite as angsty as you'd think. it really does capture that bittersweetness of re-meeting a person you used to know, but also that lingering hope that oh, you do still know this person. and they still know you. it's just such a kind and gentle reading experience.

i pull the trigger (with my eyes closed) by @/we-are-inevitable (MASSIVE trigger warning for murder and suicide) - look man. i have spoken a lot about davey's patented inability to maintain a work-life balance and well. i'd really be letting the team down if i didn't recommend this fic.

i really love this fic as an incredible answer to the question 'just how far does davey's dedication to his family go?'. because davey as a character would give anything for his family, he's doing everything to keep them afloat, he's stressed, he's terrified, he knows he can never repay them for all they've done for him but he needs to try because what kind of son is he if he doesn't? this fic takes all that and goes beyond with it. davey's ruthless dedication to his family juxtaposed against his almost painful love for jack, and how those two things working against each other destroy him. it's intense. there's really no way for me to do this justice in just words alone so i highly recommend you read it (if you're comfortable!) and experience it yourself.

it's so easy (too easy) to love you by @/livesincerely - everyone and their fucking mother knows livesincerely's fics but i love this one so very very much. jack and davey being so in love it's second nature. it's everything to me. it's the perfect little pick-me-up when you've had a long and lonely day.

we'll climb mountains together by @/reluctantcoppercrowd - my favourite javid fic of all god damn time. the progression is perfect, the yearning is palpable, the character interactions and friendships are absolutely flawless, davey as a character is PERFECT (YES he is an awkward anxious autismo YES he is a badass who will kick your goddamn teeth in in the name of Justice NO he will not recognize that he did it at all nor will he accept praise for it THANK YOU), the conflicts are realistic (not only for the time period but the characters themselves process their thoughts feelings and anxieties in realistic ways), the time and effort put into good worldbuilding is PHENOMENAL, and the conclusion feels not only satisfactory, but EARNED. it is truly my favourite javid fic of all time forever and always. it's also not short at all. i'm sorry for the lies anon but i cant help it if things are just Good.

#literally everyone has read these already i know it but. i cant help it anon you said 'favourite' THESE ARE MY FAVOURITES!!!#newsies #javid #javey #anon #ask #fic hoard #fic recs

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bphantom01 · 11 months

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ARC V MONTH DAY 18 - D/D/D - Different Dimension Day

A kind-of manga-inspired AU (but not rlly? Idrk) Just a lil over 800 words.

A/N: HEADS UP i haven't read all of the manga (literally like only some chapters in, and I forgot reading abt it for a long time. Yeah I should go finish reading that soon… (from what I've heard, excluding that one scene, its good anyway. And it did pique my interest for a bit).

And bc of that, this doesn't take place in any part of the Manga (& only contains some elements from it if ud even count em) so its literally an AU. Also, Yuya & Yuzu aren't here. Let's say they're just sleeping somewhere in their head for this one.

This is kinda inspired by this post & one of @/tetsuya04's (not sure if I should tag u :,)) recent b-girls in the manga art!

Relationships: Light Yuto/Ruri, everything else is platonic (I'm getting bored of writing that lol...)

Warnings: exactly two ‘shit’ words i think

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‘Over there, Ruri,’ a voice whispered into her mind. ‘That's him, right? Or at least the brother of the guy—the one we knew traveled from the past to this timeline, like us.’

‘Yes, Rin. That's him alright,’ Ruri thought back, peering at a certain boy from the corner of the small bar she was in.

‘Oh good, we finally got him,’ another voice whispered within her mind. ‘One of those Sakakis… Quick, we should get that USB from him while he's just sitting there.’

Ruri sighed. Serena, impatient as usual. ‘Yes, yes. I'm going.’

She stepped out of the shadows unnoticed.

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‘But Yuri,’ Yuto thought as he drank some chocolate milk. ‘We're doing this for Yuya, remember…? It's for his sake.’

Things have been a bit complicated recently for Yuto and his brothers… And there was the possibility of Yuya knowing the truth and getting caught by Reiji…

Somebody accidentally fell onto him, making him spit some of the chocolate out.

He looked at the floor to see who it was, but he couldn't make out who they were as they sported a midnight blue cloak.

“Ahh, sorry…” The person apologized, kneeling to try and regain themself. By the tone of voice though, he made out that the person was female. “My mind has not been functioning correctly recently… and maybe I had a little too much drinks.”

Yuto smiled at them. “That's alright, ma'am. Do you need help?”

“Oh no, I'm alright. Thank you, though.”

When the person got up, Yuto saw some purple strands of hair spill from the hood of their cloak.

And when the person looked down on him, he was met with the most gorgeous pink eyes he's seen.

Something about them rang a bell in Yuto's heart and mind, almost enough to make him fully remember a memory…

A certain, small memory from a long time ago, one that seemed to be felt with joy and laughter.

It's been a long time since he's recalled something like that that didn't include his brothers.

‘Yuto-nii?’ Yugo called. ‘Why're you frozen? Are you okay?'

‘I'm fine, Yugo.’ “Well then ma'am, suit yourself. Be careful next time.”

“Will do.”

Another chord was struck.

That voice… He hadn't noticed it before, but it was… Familiar.

‘Hey guys… Does that person look familiar to you? And her voice, too?'

‘Well, it certainly made me feel something…’ Yugo mused, his metaphysical self seen only by Yuto and the rest of the brothers observing the woman with wild interest.

‘Yes, I agree with Yugo here. She sure does ring a bell, at least for me, too,’ Yuri agreed. That person sure caught their interest, and in an unusual manner, too.

Yuto decided to try and see who it was. He got up. “Excuse me, ma'am, but can you—’

‘Do you mind me asking about your name?’ Yuri interrupted. ‘Sheesh, know how to be polite, brother.’

“—do you mind me asking about your name?” Yuto quickly corrected, as even if it wasn't necessary, Yuri would continue to insist anyway.

“I do, actually,” she responded, although rather gloomily. “Why'd you want to know my name?”

With the other person, voices raced in her head.

‘Ruri!’

‘Oh come on, there you go again, falling for his charms.’

‘Says the one who keeps teasing her for crushing on him in the first place.’

‘Oh shut up, Rin. And that was years ago.’

‘Girls! Stop it,’ Ruri interfered. ‘I'll try my best… Gee…’

“Just out of curiosity,” Yuto shrugged.

Ruri looked down. “My name…” She paused.

‘Ohhh no…’ Rin said, clearly unamused. ‘Don't—’

“Ruri. Ruri Kurosaki.”

‘Ah, shit. Get ready for the chase.’

That was all it took for Yuto.

Suddenly, it was like a locked chest had suddenly been opened in his mind, causing a plethora of memories to rush their way into his—and his brothers’—brain.

‘What is all this!?’ Yugo exclaimed.

‘Memories, Yugo…’ Yuri clarified, also amazed at the sudden remembering. ‘Memories hidden and abandoned, left to decay and be forgotten because of the mission we set for ourselves to get Yuya out of this mess.’

“Ruri…” Yuto muttered.

If he recalled correctly, he was the sister of a dear old best friend of his, someone named Shun Kurosaki.

And also… His long lost crush. Her… Occasionally, he does think of her and her family… But to see her in person…

“Well, I'm off now,” Ruri nodded, pulling the hood of her cloak to her face, “...Yuto.” She walked to the other side of the bar, where another door was.

She knew his name!

‘Wait, if they're here too...Yuto, the USB, is it still there?’ Yugo asked, floating around him in search of it.

Yuto himself checked his pockets, but the USB wasn't anywhere in them. “Oh, shit…!”

He then looked at Ruri. “Wait, Ruri, how-how'd you get here!? And the USB—”

But before she could answer, she had already left the room.

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Ending A/N: uhhh i wanted to post this on manga day but decided eh and posted it now.

Now this is just and idea, but I'm thinking of idk maybe writing one one day (don't hope on this too much ill prolly give up on the thing) myself? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ def with more emotion, influence of backstory, & other plot-related things when I may plan the thing.

But if someone else wud/cud do it, I might (emphasis on might) give it a read ;))

#arcvmonth2023 #arcvmonth #arc v #tbh ive been thinking of the manga au for a rlly long time...#but i havent rlly considered actually doing it #yuto arc v #ruri kurosaki #just tagging the physical guys #yugioh arc v #manga au

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luvuomi · 8 days

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inazuma interlude: sethos goes to inazuma and kazuha starts another civil war at a much smaller scale ( he's jealous )

AAAAAA THIS DESCRIPTION YAME IM CRYING😭kazuha is indeed the kind to go to war for his love ong

sigh…the idea of jealous kazuha has been being fed to me for the past few hours now ( from yame & èl ) and safe to say…my brain rots have finally manifested themselves into a short scenario i decided to write out hehe 🤭

enjoy this self indulgent delusion of mine while i figuratively pass away

unlike kazuha, i seldom find myself wandering about traveling from place to place. while this can be due to the fact i prefer to stay indoors, it mainly stems from the fact that my job — which is being a columnist for the steambird — occupies most if not all my free time.

as for what i write specifically, well i just imagine it to be silly little short stories huhu

in reality, writing for the steambird is just a small stepping stone of mine for the ultimate end goal of eventually becoming a published author for yae publishing house in inazuma. kazuha would, of course, naturally come to learn of this interest and — whenever time granted it — would sometimes offer to take me to inazuma via the alcor so that i could get acquainted with the business and it’s employees. building relations essentially .. yk cause he’s such a considerate man like that :’)

small tangent aside though-

on this particular day, after managing to find some free time for myself from work, i decided to spoil kazu with a surprise visit hehe

now, due to the fact i reside in fontaine, the journey to inazuma is an exceedingly long one especially since i first need to get to liyue to catch a ride from beidou ( duh ). the journey can go one of two ways: i either go through chenyu vale or sumeru. most of the time i stick to the former since my dumbass somehow always manages to get lost in the dessert or rainforest ( clumsy yuomi confirmed + tighnari is lowkey done with my bs ) but oh ho ho i decided to be bold today and go through sumeru # copium moment

even when i finally meet up with kazu at ritou and recount all the details about my voyage to him, he’s surprised to hear it all went smoothly while also showing a bit of concern for my safety. yes, even he’s well aware of how much of a klutz i tend to be lmao

“i’m glad to hear your travels went well for you, though im surprised to hear you didn’t end up getting lost again as you usually do. i take it tighnari and cyno helped you out?”

“hm? oh, that! i forgot to mention — someone else actually helped me along the way and even decided to tag along. in fact, i’ve actually been wanting to introduce you to him for a while now! he should be around here … ”

“i’m here, i’m here, no need to panic.”

“ah! kazuha, meet sethos! he’s someone i became friends with not long ago in sumeru during my last visit there and the one who helped me navigate through the desert this time.”

“ahh, so you’re the friend yuomi’s mentioned to me before … a pleasure to meet you.”

friend? did he really just call kazuha a mere friend? had it been said in any other way, the samurai wouldn’t have paid it much heed, but there was something about this guy’s tone of voice that just didn’t sit right with kazuha — along with that complacent look on his face…

they’ll do that kind of handshake where it’s clear as fucking day neither of them even want to be in each other’s presence, let alone look at each other, with kazu giving a subtle squeeze in return like some kind of warning sign😭

sethos ofc would notice right away but wouldn’t say anything and just smile knowingly ( he knows wtf he’s doing )

“so yuomi, about that tour around inazuma. does the offer still stand?”

“of course! it’s your first time here so where should we begin? hmm … how about — ”

“i can handle it on your behalf yuomi. why don’t you take a short rest first and in the meantime, i’ll show our .. guest around ritou.”

“oh, sure! sounds good to me. you two have fun!”

and once clueless yuomi is out of the scene, sethos and kazuha fist fight in each other through bombastic side eyes and glares ( credits to yame for that description cause i love it ) for a solid 5 minutes

just saying it now, that tour around ritou never happened LMAO

#── ꒰ 🍂 ꒱ؘ 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 .ᐟ #── ꒰ 💞 ꒱ؘ ( 𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗆𝖾 ) .ᐟ #wrote this instead of getting my ass to sleep because my brain was very much active and i needed to get it off my chest asap #alsoo new tag for sethos + kazuha content because i can >:3 and also just to save time in tags #we’ll ignore the fact the last part of that tag is also used as weapon name in genshin #something that i only came to realize after the fact sigh…oh well im too tired to think of another name so we’ll just stick with that😭#now off to bed for the night ~

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tinkabelle24 · 2 months

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You're Just As Sane As I Am

Val showcases her tattoos.

Universe: TMNT (2007)

Relationship/s: Raphael/OC Val Scott

Tag/s: Awkward Flirting, Sexual Tension, Banter, Fluff and Humour, Tattoos

A/N: I've had this in my notes since December 2022. After showing it to a friend of mine @miss-andromeda I decided to add it to my TBaH AU as a quick Harry Potter themed one-shot... Hope you all enjoy!

TW! No trigger warnings, just some tooth-rotting fluff. 🥰

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"No, no, no! Don't do that!"

Raph felt Val's hand on his shoulder as he prepared to drain their fettuccini.

The red-banded terrapin gawked at her. "What?" He asked, carefully relinquishing control of the hot pot. "It was just sittin' there on the stove."

"You don't throw out pasta water, silly," the brunette chided as she returned it to the stove. Turning back around, she shot him a playfully stern look. "Pasta water is liquid gold; you don't pour gold down the sink."

"What're ya on about?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's just water."

"Just-" Val scoffed, feigning offence. "What?!"

Raph quirked an amused brow ridge at her.

"My goodness... Alright, lemme show you something," she beckoned him to join her at the stove. He obliged.

"See this?" The woman gestured to the pan of sauteed mushrooms, pork sausage and pesto. Raph hummed distractedly. He was trying to listen, truly. But his mind was fixated on their closeness.

The pair were packed together like sardines in her tiny kitchen. They typically occupied different areas (e.g., one at the stove, the other the counter) to avoid inadvertently feeling one another up.

Well, it was happening.

They stood adjacent to one another, with Val positioned slightly forward so they were not constantly bumping shoulders. Only problem was she had nowhere to go but toward him.

Raph kept his hands above his hips; one braced against the edge of the stove, the other at his waist. If he let the latter hang naturally, he'd certainly end up touching her ass or, at the least, her bare legs.

Her citrusy-sweet perfume blessed his senses, ushering his thoughts to those summer afternoons he and his family spent at the farm; chowing down on fresh fruit and sculling homemade punch. It brought him great comfort.

He stole another glance at her partially visible thigh tattoo. Tonight was the first time he’d seen it, as she almost always had it covered by either jeans or sweatpants.

It was about the size of a dinner plate and depicted two Koi in a Yin-Yang setting. It was beautifully designed and provided a splash of colour to her mostly monochromatic style.

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Raph noticed it as soon as he arrived. He already knew what the Yin-Yang and Koi symbols typically meant, but he was curious to know what they meant to her.

"I'm a Pisces," she explained, raising her red-black tartan pyjama shorts to reveal the entire tattoo. Had she gone any higher, he would’ve needed to look away. "The dark-light Yin-Yang concept always resonated with me, so I had that implemented as well. I wanted my next one to be a little more, well... not personal, just-"

"-Wait, wait, wait..." Raph's interest piqued. "Are ya tellin' me you've got another tattoo?"

Not just any tattoo-

"A tramp stamp?" He couldn't help laughing.

The quote: 'You're just as sane as I am' was etched in cursive across her lower back.

Sweet saying. Unfortunate placement.

"It's not a tramp stamp," Lowering her shirt, Val turned to him with a frown; slender arms folding across her oversized Metallica shirt. "Haven't you heard of Harry Potter?"

Raph smirked. "Ahh, so you were one of those kids?"

"Whattaya mean by 'those kids'?" She dared him to elaborate.

"Ya know, the ones who make it their whole identity? The ones who took the quizzes to see which House they'd be in; which Patrona-thingy they'd get; which wand they'd get..."

"Alright, firstly, it's called a Patronus, m'kay? Secondly, I'm not ashamed to call myself a Potterhead, and neither should you. You're the same generation as me; there's absolutely no way you haven't taken at least one of those quizzes at some point in your life- ah, ah, ah! Don’t you dare try denyin' it, Raphael; I can see it on your face – you have done it!”

Ohh. Usin’ my full name now, are we?

Yeah, okay, fine. He had. Once. Once! Years ago. Leo initiated the trend, believe it or not. The lucky bastard got Gryffindor, Don got Ravenclaw (no surprise there), and Mikey got Hufflepuff (again, no surprise). As for him...

"I'll tell ya mine if you tell me yours."

She's a Ravenclaw. Surely. She's too much like Don not to be.

Val grinned triumphantly. "I got Gryffindor House."

Shit.

"Aw, what? I don't wanna tell ya mine anymore..."

"Now you have to tell me. C'mon, spill."

The terrapin heaved a defeated sigh. "Fine," he grumbled. "I got... Hufflepuff."

"Aww!" Val swooned. "Really??"

At that, Raph groaned and averted his gaze. You walked into that one, buddy.

"No, please. I’m sorry..." Val implored, trying not to laugh as she touched his forearm. "There's seriously nothing wrong with being a Hufflepuff. I actually think it's quite sweet. It suits you."

He eyed her quizzically.

"Sure, Gryffindor sounds cool. You've definitely got some of the traits. But hear me out, okay? You, the Nightwatcher. You went out, alone, and did your part to protect this city. For no other reason than that - to keep us safe. Another example..." She smiled tenderly, continuing. "I never thanked you for not telling anybody about how we met. You could have, but you didn't. For that, I'm incredibly grateful..."

He felt it, again; that fluttering sensation in the pit of his plastron. He equally delighted in and resented that feeling...

"You're welcome," he murmured, returning the smile.

"Hufflepuffs, at their core, are fiercely loyal, just, and protective people. You can't possibly stand there and tell me that doesn't sound like you... Wear that badge with pride, goddamnit!"

Raph chuckled and shook his head, fighting to conceal the absurdly large grin that was pulling at his lips.

Damn you, for makin' me feel things!

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"Hey, you with me?" Val bumped the terrapin with her hip, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Hm? Ah, right - pasta water."

She playfully rolled her eyes, before continuing. "The starch in the water acts as a thickener for the sauce," she explained, adding then stirring in a few tablespoons of the liquid. Lo and behold, a sauce started forming. "See what I mean? Water alone wouldn't do that."

"Well, whaddaya know..."

The brunette side-eyed him. He grinned. "Aw, piss off!" She laughed, elbowing his plastron.

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From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Eighteen.

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Once they’d arrived home, they took a long shower together before coming back out to spend some time with Charlie, the bird hopping up and down Angel’s legs, playing with the tie on the front of his dark grey sweats.

“Hey, you stop that! Don’t you be getting that beak near my junk, bro!” Leaning forward, he grabbed the baby teething rings from the coffee table, ones that looked like a set of chunky, brightly coloured keys, Charlie pacified immediately. “What are you looking at, baby?” Leaning over, he saw Lily searching through Instagram, looking for a certain person in particular.

“I know which area he lives, he’s in San Francisco. I’m just not exactly sure where,” she told him, turning the screen of her phone to reveal Johnny’s Instagram account.

“I can find that out for you, we have people who we rely on for that kind of information. I’ll have an address by tomorrow.”

“Ahh, fucking fuck!” she suddenly cried, closing her eyes with a sigh. “Look at this.” Clicking on a post, the view from the aeroplane window, she handed her phone to Angel, who read the accompanying text.

‘Dreams come true if you trust and believe! Currently in the air on the way to Thailand for nine weeks, to train with my good buddies at @tigertigermuaythai. Stoked beyond words! See ya later, California!’

The post was from four days ago, meaning he’d be out there for a while.

“Well, this means we can plan what to do,” he began, crossing his legs, reaching to stroke Lily’s thigh. “I propose that me and a couple of the guys go watch his movements, do what we did tonight, bring him back to the club and let you do to him what I did earlier. Or whatever you want. It’s all up to you.”

“He’s out there in another country now, free to do this to whatever other woman. He obviously thinks it’s justifiable. What if another girl pisses him off and he does the same, or no! What if he’s a fucking date rapist too. All those girls out there on vacation he’ll have access to. God damnit, it makes me so angry!”

Scrolling through his Instagram, she began to get a good measure of him, even more so when she found, and thusly spent time viewing his Twitter feed. “Oh my god! Look at this! He’s fucking defending Trump over his comments towards women!” The more she read, the more she learned of the man she knew virtually nothing about before; he was a clear misogynist. So that’s why he’d jumped at the chance to fight her, he likely thought such would be easy, his own chauvinistic confidence dictating clearly to him that he could know her flat, as a superior male.

All the evidence was there of a clearly superior attitude. Apart from more than a mere smattering of pro-Trump propaganda, there were a number of tweets containing material where Johnny weighed in on his thoughts over abortion and body autonomy (‘it’s a woman’s responsibility not to use abortion as a contraceptive’ he had stated) over slut shaming (‘women in itty bitty clothes are asking for any kind of attention they can get’) and the debate over equal pay (‘women aren’t equal, their salaries should reflect this’) along with a whole host of other unsavoury comments that had the couple quietly fuming.

“Did Larry not know any of this prior to putting you in an octagon with him?” Angel commented, after they’d scrolled and read through a few of those posts. “That’s nothing against Larry either, I wanna add. I’m just wondering.”

Lily closed the window on her phone, shaking her head. “We don’t tend to look at online presences, it’s all what we do in training or in the octagon itself.” She sat thoughtfully for a few moments, chewing her thumb, turning to him suddenly. “I really can’t discount that he hasn’t done this before.”

His eyebrows raised, nodding. “I think that’s a fair enough opinion to have. I mean, what kind of fucking woman hating, twisted up mind just goes to rape and battery like that? And not just on a whim; the guy fucking planned it all meticulously, obviously had your movements tracked, knew there were nights you walked down to the yard alone. He spent months with it festering in him. Hell yeah, I’m with you, mamas. I think he has.”

Getting up, Lily went to the bar, picking up the bottle of vodka and swigging from it directly. “I know it’s a weird thing to say,” Angel began, viewing her sip back another mouthful, “but I feel like tonight, a little of the old Lily came back. The fucking badass fighter I fell in love with, the one I thought was gonna swing at me when I first saw her. I know you still got a lot of shit to process, but it was good, to see a little of the old you return. Probably feels anything but good for you, though, learning what you did tonight.”

She placed the bottle down, moving back to sit down next to him. “I felt better for watching that man die. Watching you do as you always promised you would, now knowing he can never do it to another woman ever again. The fury of knowing that it was someone within my world, not playing by our rules brought a little of the old me back, but I feel no better for her return.”

Of course, she wouldn’t. He’d acknowledged that, too, but felt a little dumb for speaking it, his mouth twisting as he looked down. “Hey, what’s this face for?”

“Ahh, nothing.” He waved it away, reaching to pet Charlie, still busy with his keys. “I just feel stupid for saying it was good to see you looking more like your old self, and you’re buggin’ out with anger. It was ridiculous.”

She snorted softly, leaning to kiss his cheek. “No, it wasn’t. I’ve been someone else for the past two months nearly. I might be letting in room for anger now, and still not quite one hundred percent myself, but you were right. A little of the old me came back tonight. Now, a little of the old me has a pressing question for you, because now I’m feeling more confident at being around people again, I want us to resume the house hunt. I’ll need something to throw myself into, rather than sit and stew over Johnny fucking Boswell, and I’m tired of throwing money at an apartment I’m not gonna go back to.”

She’d only returned to collect more belongings from her place a few times since it had happened, of course not wanting to be on her own. She still didn’t like it, but she was adjusting. Her living circumstances, though, she was very content with. Angel was a great guy to cohabit with. Mainly because he was actually very neat and cleanly, he couldn’t abide mess or dirt. He was a great improvement on her last ex, who left crumbs everywhere, dirt rings around the tub and laundry all over the floor.

“Alright, let’s do this.” He grabbed his phone from the coffee table, softly scolding Charlie when he made a beeline to bite his pendant as he so often did, the bird scuttling up his bare chest and lying down to snuggle, Angel stroking his head as they looked through houses. Of course, all the ones they’d had to cancel appointments to view after Lily’s attack had been rented out by then, but a fresh crop of homes had been added, the pair finding three they liked the look of, Angel emailing the agents to express their interest in viewing them.

Once done, they stayed awake talking for a little longer, Lily fetching him a beer while she made herself a hot chocolate (being berated for using his favourite mug, the huge one he drank his morning coffee out of that he was always afraid she’d accidentally break) sitting up talking before heading to bed.

“You know, I meant to tell you this earlier.” She rested her head on her chest, comfortable under the blankets with him, the night unusually a little chilly for Santo Padre and its ever-present heat. “The sight of you, all sweaty and covered in blood, it did something quite pleasant to me, you know.”

He was immediately interested by such a statement. “Oh, it did, huh?”

“Mmm, yes. It made me actually feel desire, for the first time since... yeah. Since that night.”

He couldn’t deny, he liked where this was heading. “And is that something I can help you with?”

She kissed his chest, her hands curling around him to stroke his back. “I think it is.”

“Okay, but there’ll be conditions.” He lifted her chin, kissing the tip of her nose. “We take it slow, and if you even so much as freak out a tiny bit, brakes are on and we stop. I don’t want you rushing yourself into anything if you’re not ready.”

“I’m ready,” she confirmed, nuzzling him. “Because despite the fact that I might still feel a little fear, there’s something else I need in order to keep on healing from it all. I need the last man inside me to be you again, and not them.”

He nodded, kissing her, holding her to him as they stroked one another, having very, very strong words with himself. ‘You will hold yourself back, you will NOT go into this like a fucking raging bull.’ He knew he’d struggle with it, such was his overwhelming lust and longing for Lily, but this was not about him or his needs. This was all about her becoming reacquainted with physical intimacy, and he would respect that at every step, if it was the last thing he did.

Remembering her reaction the previous morning to his erection bumping against her, he felt a little trepidation when his cock began to stir, almost wanting to will it to stay the hell down for as long as possible, shifting his hips back a little as their kisses heated up. Lily felt him pull back slightly, correctly guessing why as she began to stroke his chest, fingernails circling at his nipples until the stood pebbled, her nerves bubbling up in her chest as her hand travelled lower, stroking his abs.

‘Come on, you used to be such a sexual creature before all of this, and it’s him, it’s Angel. He’s not going to hurt you. Be brave, girly. Be brave and just touch him.’ The feel of anticipation cording through him, his defined chest falling and rising a little faster as his breathing quickened guided her on, like his body was a map, taking her back again to a place she knew, a location she felt at ease within, her hand lowering until she felt his cock against her fingertips, big, rigid and gorgeous.

Before her brain had chance to rewind to any traumatic memory of what the feel of an erection triggered within her, the groan that poured from his mouth to hers as they shared syrupy kisses edged in embers and honey shook her back to him. The two paths that existed within her forked, the one leading to trauma and the one to sexual pleasure, Angel's response pulling her back toward the correct one. Her hand reached beneath the waistband of his boxers, curling around him, feeling his hips stutter forward, another groan pooling in his throat as she tightened her hand.

“Oh my god.” He whispered, overcome at the feel of her thumb circling over the tip of his cock, a little slick of precum wetting it, his heart thudding wildly as her mouth moved to his neck, wanting to touch her in return, but suddenly feeling nerves over doing such. Did he just lie there and let her get comfortable playing with him, would his own returned explorations of her be too much for her to process all at once?

He didn’t know, all he knew was to feel her hand on him again made him feel like he had a monsoon whirling through his loins, his breathing ragged as she gently tugged at his shaft, blazing fire burning behind his closed eyelids. Fuck, he’d missed her. His abs twitched and his jaw tensed and relaxed as her grip travelled the length of him, thumb swirling at the head, descending again, a sharply drawn breath hitting her deep inside, something sparkling in remembrance at hearing, feeling his arousal, a hollow ache yearning for him to fill it.

God, it was good. A little too good for Angel, though.

Catching her wrist, he halted her, his eyes a burning sea of dark fire as he looked down at her. “Yeah, you’re gonna make me cum if you carry on.”

“Already?” she exclaimed softly, Angel nodding a little bashfully, cringing slightly.

“Mmhmm. I missed you like fuck. But, if you’re okay with it, ain’t nothing stopping me from playing with you.” She bit her lip, her smile widening, her perfect, full lips curling before she pressed them against his, their hot kisses resuming, Angel’s hand reaching around her, stroking her back before flicking her bra clasp undone. He pulled it from her, Lily stopping to assist when her hair tangled in the strap slightly, muttering about needing a haircut. “Nooo, don’t you dare cut it!” he chuckled, hands gliding through her tresses, the feel of her naked breasts against him absolutely celestial.

He turned her onto her back, but his body didn’t follow, wanting her to guide him there herself when she felt ready, edging down the bed slightly as he let his mouth glide in a sumptuous, slow tour of her neck. That mouth then took familiar paths over her chest, following the hands that lead the way, cupping her breasts and squeezing gently as his tongue tasted at the cavern between. She arched against him, a feeling like warm honey trickling through her insides at the heat of his mouth closing over her nipple, a soft whine skimming over her lips, the sound making his insides throb.

She was enjoying it, she was relaxed. Well, so far, but he was scared of any other reaction she might have, hesitant to move south of her waist and test that. She transmitted her need in her movements, though, turning back onto her side, pulling his face level to hers and kissing him with a wanton moan, her leg resting over his hip, his cock skimming where she was becoming needy and soaked, Lily marvelling, breathing a sigh of relief that her body still remembered, still responded. It wasn’t frightened, it was readying itself, doing as it should, not scared into submission.

Her reaction the previous morning, she deduced, was likely because of still being half asleep, startled suddenly, because now, there was no fear of him in an aroused state, only longing. She transmitted that to him, although Angel kept himself firmly in check, his hand slowly drifting down between their bodies, giving her plenty of opportunity to halt him, a shuddered gasp, almost hiccup like in sound fluttering from her throat as his fingers stroked over the damp fabric of her underwear, and she felt herself glimmer. A true, lustful glimmer of want.

They back and forth exchange of kisses paused, Lily breaking her mouth from his to stare at him, his eyes almost black from the width of his pupils, her hands stroking his face, reaching for his shoulders and pulling him atop her as she turned. For a brief second, the weight of a male body atop her made something freeze, just for the briefest of seconds, until his mouth at her neck and whispered words ‘I love you so much’ thawed that chill, her legs winding around him, feeling his hardness pressed to her fully, her fingers gliding down his muscular back.

His kisses descended her again, hands curling around the side of her underwear and pulling them down her thighs, reading her yearning, her body rocking up in a soft rise as she felt him press hot, open-mouthed kisses over her stomach, the muscles beneath bouncing, his hands gently pushing her legs apart, tongue skimming over her hipbone. He caught the scent of her arousal, his cock throbbing, mouth-watering ever so slightly from the memory alone of having her in his mouth, Lily’s breath catching on a soft moan as he kissed her softly from the dip of her hip to her bare pubic bound.

He knew she was eager, but still, he paused, looking up at her, his eyes asking permission, her nod preceding his tongue to delve against her, her thighs shuddering so violently, he did have to wonder.

“Okay?” he questioned, kissing the inside of her thigh in pause. She nodded rapidly, her thighs falling further open, the heat of his mouth returning to her driving a small whine of bliss as she felt his tongue trawl slowly through her folds, dragging a circle over her clit before dipping to her entrance, pushing gently, a grunt echoing his throat to taste how wet she was, dragging those streams of warm nectar back to her clit, her fingers teasing through his dark hair as she keened against him with a soft groan.

With the touch of his mouth, he had turned the place she feared to even touch for weeks, a place of violation, of cold dirtiness and traumatic, razor-edged agony back into a place of warm sublimity, of sacred intimacy, of something she wanted to feel connected to again, as each lick had warm wells of pleasure seeping through her once more. She reached for him, hands smoothing down his solid, bulky arms before returning to his hair, her hips swaying a little as the beat of his tongue drove the coil within her to tighten sharply, her breath hitching in her throat when he sucked on her bud, cheeks hollowing, dark eyes finding hers, winking at her.

Releasing her with a gloopy pop, the tip of his tongue circled at her again, slowly, evoking tingles, her hips shuddering. “You enjoying yourself up there, carina?”

She hummed a moan, smiling. “Very much.”

He laid a soft kiss upon her clit, stroking through the soaking mess of her folds with his thumb, tongue circling her inner thigh. “That’s what I like to hear.” He felt honoured by her reaction, by her bravery to allow him to do this for her, be so close to the place upon her where she’d been so physically traumatised. His admiration for her grew with every passing moment. Some women, he wagered, perhaps wouldn’t be brave enough to allow their lover back for a long, long time, and he was so proud of Lily that she’d gotten there.

Returning his mouth to her, each lick made magma burn through her veins, pleasure skittering through her as a mist of heat ascended her spine, his hands stroking her inner thighs before he brought one to join his mouth, his middle finger gently circling at her opening. He tested, teasing her a little, giving her plenty of chance to tell him no before slowly, he slid it within her.

“Is that okay?”

She was bowled over by his respect towards her, her body, checking with her at every step that was he was doing was acceptable to her. She loved him even more in that moment than she ever had. “Yes, it’s amazing.” she panted, the curl of his finger within her to stroke at her g spot beyond sublime. She closed her eyes, her back arching, a second finger pushing within her, her wail of bliss an absolute feast of beauty for his ears, stroking her walls with a deft glide, laying wet heat over her clit with the flat of his tongue as he did.

He felt her virtually melting around his fingers, the hot current of her arousal making his cock throb, moaning around a mouthful of her as he sucked at her once again, Lily in absolute ecstasy as she cried out, reaching for his arms, pulling him up.

“I need you. I need you right now.” He obliged her, kissing her from her navel to her chest, tongue finding her nipples again and sucking them in turn as his hands bracketed her ribs, sliding down sensuously, his cock nudging at the slick pool, finding its way into her with an effortless glide. Everything was going beautifully, until that moment, the feel of herself stretching around him, her mind flashing back to the alleyway, that first intrusion, her entire body going rigid. He backed off immediately.

“Hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to...” he fumbled for the words, eyes searching hers as he rested his weight on his forearms and knees, stroking her face. “It’s alright if you’re not ready for anything else.”

“No, I am. I meant what I said, about you being the last man to be inside me. I need that, I need you, Angel,” she assured him, smiling, stroking his face. He shook his head, though.

“Not if it means you’re doing this with fear.”

She sat up beneath him a little, her lips finding his, her hand reaching between them to guide him back to her centre. “I need you, Angel. I need to take back this part of me, so it isn’t theirs any longer.” His cock twitched as she positioning him at her dewy opening, nodding, kissing her as he once again pushed into her, Lily gasping as she was filled... and then there he was. The last man inside of her was the one she loved. The one who would always be welcome there.

Although she knew she could never hit the erase button on what had happened to her, she thought to herself that this wasn’t erasing, it was taping over, replacing what existed with something else, something that had existed before, winding her arms around him as he bottomed out and slid back again, the silky spear of his return evoking a soft cry.

God, he felt so good.

Exchanging soft kisses as they stroked one another, Lily felt truly overcome by the moment, by him, his staggering patience and gentleness with her, panting softly against his mouth as their tongues entwined. Every vein and ridge of his cock felt amazing as it cut through her soaking core, Lily nuzzling him as she moaned, moving her mouth to kiss his neck, her nails making a herd of goosepimples follow their trail as they dragged down his back.

It was just her and him, lost in sensual longing, her body lit up once more, the light and beauty of a billion stars rushing through her, his body pressed to hers, smooth, brown skin crushed against her pale flesh, the designs of their tattoos merging together as they entwined with each other.

Her hands grasped at his butt, pulling him against her. “Faster.” she urged, and he responded, driving into her hard, allowing his need to take over now she had given the permission he needed to hear from her first. “Fuck!” she cursed, his teeth nipping her neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The words left her like a mantra, overcome, burning with pleasure at the stretching of her soft cunt around his hard, wide girth.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He chanted, holding her face in his hands, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, his mouth coming to kiss her throat as they rocked together in the most magmatic, loving union either had ever experienced.

She was blinded by the passion of him, such raw sensuality, her legs gripped tightly at his sides, her hands touring the chiselled muscles of his back. It was a moment like no other they had ever shared, Angel encompassing her like a cyclone, wrapping her up until all that existed in her world was him, them, that moment of pure, unfiltered, loving sex.

And to think, she had once feared that it would never return to her, that she would never have the ability to once again resume this side of her life with the man who pawed at her with hunger, who rained kisses upon her throat like a hailstorm, his hands reaching beneath her body, gripping her butt, holding her for a second to drive into her sharply before his clench relaxed, but the motions of his hips daggering into her did nothing but escalate.

She was lost to him entirely, little pricks of pleasure melting down her spine as his fingers glided beneath her, over her bones and back around to knead her breasts, his mouth sucking each nipple diligently in turn. He chased each sinful throb around his cock with a harder thrust, intruding into her so deeply, he truly felt one with her. Where he ended and she began was now a map unchartered.

He had her breathless, glimmering, her back arching off the bed as he moved to his knees and pulled her up with him, his hands gliding over her flesh as he bounced her on every last thick, hot inch of his cock, her nails dragging down his back as their shared heated kissed full of need. Lightning began to strike at the base of her spine, ecstasy fizzing through her bones, right through to the very marrow of her as she felt herself teetering, reaching the precipice.

Her thighs trembled, squeezing against his hips, feeling him charging to the same destination, until it was upon them both, a fiery tempest, sweeping them both up as the tingles of release erupted, dragging them under, yet neither had ever ascended with such height before. It was chaotic, steeped in magmatic heat, leaving them breathless, quivering, utterly undone and boneless in the wake of such calamity as they fought to breathe.

Resting her forehead to his shoulder, she felt whole again. In the garden of Angel’s bed, Lily had bloomed. And there wasn’t a thorn in sight.

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