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prettynpinkputhy · 2 years ago

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One night stand

Summary: y/n is forced to do some after hours training with König

🎀Warning🎀: 18+NSFW, Oral sex, raw sex, breeding, rough sex, fluff, slight angst,praise/degradation kink, size kink etc…

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Part 2.

Part 3

Word count: 4.k

“That was good but you’re leaving yourself open.” A gloved hand takes hold of your wrist. He lifts both arms, protecting your face. Your eyes dart up catching a brief moment of eye contact before he quickly looks away. Green. His eyes were green, you hadn’t noticed till now. König was sweet but he made sure to keep his distance from people—the fact that you were this close to him at all was a shock. Sgt. Ghost didn’t take kindly to your recent mistake on the last mission. He doubled your workload and put you on probation, because most of the Barracks were close friends of yours, he assigned you the quietest person on the team. Now you and König spend three hours a day training after hours. While your peers train together, you're mopping floors and cleaning toilets. Ghost doesn’t let you train during work hours in case your colleagues distract you. This was a punishment and he made that clear. “I’m sorry you have to do this with me everyday. This is my punishment, you shouldn’t have to suffer on my behalf.” He shakes his head at your apology.

“I don’t mind…I know how Ghost gets.” He places both hands on your hips, rotating your body. The truth is he really didn’t mind, most days he looked forward to seeing you. “Keep your core strong.” He instructs. His fingers travel up the curves of your body as he repositions you. His large hands warm up your waist as ungodly thoughts intrude your mind. The mask made it impossible for you to read his emotions, any expression came from his eyes (which he often hides). The only change you could see was the way his breath hitched as his finger accidentally grazes your breast. He was always so respectful when touching you, the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. Once your body is angled correctly he lets go, taking a few steps back. It almost seemed like he was avoiding the closeness. “Now attack me and defend.” He orders. You lunge forward —jabbing left, right,left,right. He blocks every punch effortlessly, guarding his face. He dodges, dipping low and charging at you. His arms wrap around your thighs hoisting you up. Your fingers interlock beating down on his back, trying to break his iron grip. He stumbles, arms loosening just enough to break free. Your feet hit the ground, König grunts as your fist connects clean with his jaw. “Uhn that one actually hurt…good job.” He waves a hand of surrender while rubbing his cheek through the mask. You run over to help. “Are you alright I’m so sorry-“ his hand shoots out, snatching your arm, spinning you. His solid arm tightens around your neck trapping you in a chokehold. His breathing is shallow, body tensing as your ass presses against him. You reach up and caress his forearm. He hadn’t realized just how small you were compared to him till now, his body engulfed the entirety of your frame. He notes how perfectly you fit in his arms and how easy it’d be to break you. Your head rests just below his pecs, the smell of your hair product wafts up his mask, he inhales the sweet scent. His bicep flexes, tightening his grip, your eyes flutter and a quiet moan falls from your lips. You loved that light headed airy feeling of being choked.

“N-never let your guard down.” He let’s go, gently pushing you away, putting a giant gap between the two of you. “Even if you think someone is done, be prepared to attack…” he trails off getting distracted by how sexy you look after an intense workout. How fast your breathing is, how your hair is messy with sweat, how your lips part as you catch your breath. He wanted to be the one to work you out.

“Oh whatever you cheated .” You laugh squatting down as you catch your breath. König crouches, grabbing his flask from the ground. His large, veiny hands twist the top off in one swipe. Unconsciously, he lifts the bottom of his mask to drink, showing you a glimpse of the lower half of his face. His jaw tenses, a trickle of water spills down his chin as he swallows. His adams apple bobs with each gulp. You gawk at the scene in front of you, thinking it has to be a daydream.

“Water?” He holds the flask to you.

“S-sure.” You ease to a sitting position on your knees reaching for the bottle. You stare at the rim that just grazed his lips. Does this count as an indirect kiss? You think. He watches you place your lips in the exact spot he’d drank from, flushed with excitement. He wonders if your lips were as soft as he imagined they’d be. How they’d feel melding with his…how they’d feel wrapped around his dick. He doesn’t dwell on it too long, knowing that would never happen and that you didn’t see him that way.

“Have you eaten?” He asks, looking at you with big green eyes.

“Sergeant told the cafeteria to only feed me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, so I haven’t eaten anything of value.” Your stomach grumbles on que.

“You must have really gotten on his bad side huh?” He offers you a hand,helping you to your feet.

“Unfortunately.” You dust off your pants and begin collecting your belongings.

“Since we wrapped up a bit early, how about I take you somewhere you can get real food.” He offers, packing his duffle bag.

“You know how tight ghost keeps the kitchen locked up…” you say with an annoyed tone.

“Who said anything about the kitchen?” His voice sounds mischievous.

“You don’t mean-?” You shake your head, stuffing your hat and jacket in the bag.

“Come on, he’ll never know I’ve worked with him long enough to know his blind spots.” He tilts his head expressively.

“Fine but if we get caught, you ordered me to go.” You hike your bag onto your shoulder, walking past him. He smiles behind you.

“Puedo pedir dos margaritas?(may I have two margaritas) Sí…un bistec nacho y un burrito de pollo(one steak nacho and one chicken burrito)Eso es todo, gracias(that's all thank you).” He says expertly, the waiter nods thanking you before going to pin the order up.

“Wow I’ve been deployed here longer than you and my Spanish is still choppy.” You toy with some lime slices on the table to keep yourself busy. König watches you closely, an amused look in his eye.

“I can speak a few languages but I’m not good at them all.” He looks you up and down, the lights from the club area illuminates your skin. Your hair is pulled in a now messy bun. Cute strands stick out from your training session. He is especially drawn to your lips, the way you lick and nibble your bottom lip when you’re nervous. His eyes dart away when you feel his gaze lingering and look up.

“What other languages do you speak?” You stare out into the dance floor, watching the locals swing and jump to the music. They looked carefree and happy, it’d been so long since you’ve felt good or even had a good time. Ghost saw a lot of potential in you so he stayed on your ass 24/7. Tough love is what he liked to call it.

“German is my first language.” He reveals.

“German? That’s so cool , say something in German.” He chuckles at your excitement.

“Ich möchte dich über diesen Tisch beugen und dich dazu bringen, mich ganz zu nehmen (I want to bend you over this table and make you take all of me)” he leans forward, green eyes boring into you as he says this,making sure you can hear him over the music. You had no idea what he just said but it made your thighs clench under the table.

“W-what does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you one day.” He shrugs. You toss a lime, it smacks his vest with a small thud.

“I thought friends don’t keep things from eachother.” You tease. The server brings out two large glasses with salted rims, there was no way you could finish this entire thing. He places the margaritas on either side of the table along with straws. König tears open his straw taking a long pull from his drink.

“Whoa it’s strong.” The fruity syrup barely covered the 3 shots of liquor . You indulge, sucking a mouth full of the frozen drink. It tastes strongly of strawberry slushie and tequila, the salted rim balances all the flavors with a sour finish. The alcohol must have been hitting him pretty fast because all he could imagine is him being that straw. How good the inside of your mouth must taste and feel.

“You’re right…I see why everyone is having such a good time.” You joke, taking another sip. A hearty laugh rumbles in his chest, he loved the way you always spoke your mind. It’s one of the qualities that always got you in trouble with ghost. Nothing made him laugh more than watching you stress ghost out with your witty personality.

“I guess we’d better join the party.” He raises his glass for a toast before chugging half.

The server brings out hot plates of food, everything looked and smelled amazing. Your stomach growls at the sight of real food, the liquor (coupled with only eating sandwiches for a week) takes effect making you absolutely demolish your burrito. König shyly slips a few chips under his mask, he never ate around people since it usually required the mask to come off.

“This is soooo good.” You say having another bite.

“I love this place. I come here often.” He slides in another chip.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to leave base unauthorized or maybe that’s just me.” Ghost had a tendency of giving you extra rules for your troublesome rap sheet.

“We aren’t but if you don’t get caught, did it ever happen?” He laughs, taking the final sip of his drink.

“And they call me the troublemaker.” You say glancing at the dance floor again.

“Do you want to?” He asks.

“Want to what? Dance?…no I don’t uh I don’t dance.” You dismiss quickly.

“ I’ve seen you knock grown men out y/n, dancing can’t be much harder than that.”

“You know you’re much more social than usual.” You observe.

“Only when I’m with you.” He grabs your hand leading you to the crowd.

The music thumps with bass, shaking the ground beneath your feet. A sexy song plays through the huge speakers near the DJ station. People couple up, swaying their bodies to the beat. König slips an arm around your lower back pulling you close. You struggle to find the tempo, moving left to right awkwardly. He takes your hand, spinning you around. His eyes trace the line of your body before pulling you back into his chest. You giggle at how ridiculous you look compared to his smooth rhythm. Your foot slams down on his toe as you try to find the beat “I’m so sorry! I’m so bad at this maybe I should sit-“

“Let’s try this instead.” His knee forces your legs apart, giving him control of your movements. The feeling of his thigh pressed firmly against your heat makes your head spin.

“Follow my lead.” He commands.

His waist sways back and fourth, rocking your bodies in unison. You copy his actions, grinding your hips together, the grip on your waist tightens. The fabric of your pants rub creating friction between your legs, his cock reacts to the closeness, beating as if it was dancing along with them. finding the rhythm, your body starts to move on its own.

“Scheisse (Shit)” he groans as you turn around and twirl your ass on him. His head falls back as you start to swirl your hips down and back up slowly. His big hand slides over your stomach holding you as close as possible, his rock hard member strains through his thick camo pants. Your eyes close as you grind into him, his finger grazes the exposed skin peeking from under your shirt. He trails that same finger up your torso, between your breast and up your neck. His hand rests at the base of your throat keeping hold of you as your bodies whirl around the dance floor. He spins you back around to face him, for once he demands eye contact and you’re the one shying away. You stare at the floor, giant hands cup your face pulling you to meet his feverish gaze.

“Don’t look away from me.” König’s voice sounds different, More rugged. His shoulders hunch as he leans down to your height as he speaks. “Bitte komm mit mir nach Hause” he whispers in your ear.

“What’s that?”

“Please come home with me.” He breathes.

“How the hell did you convince Ghost to let you room by yourself ?” You ask, stepping past the threshold.

“ My social skills and big personality helped with that.” He jokes sarcastically. König wasn’t required to room with anyone thanks to his close connection to the sergeant, leaving the two of you completely alone in his quarters.

“Well I guess if you don’t talk much there isn’t much you could say to get in trouble.” You ponder.

“Yeah you should try it.” He chuckles at your shocked expression.

“Try what exactly?” You ask appalled , holding your chest dramatically.

“Not talking. That mouth of yours is dangerous.”

“Give me one example where I said something worth getting punished for.” Your arms cross.

“If I recall correctly you said and I quote ‘why would I listen to a dude named Simon?’ ” he says in a high pitch voice mimicking yours.

“First of all he wasn’t supposed to hear that, wrong place at the wrong time on his part and secondly Simon is a funny name, the jokes practically write themselves.” He pauses for a second before doubling over with laughter.

His keys clatter on the kitchen counter as he wipes his tears of laughter away. You set your bags near the couch and sway on your heels nervously, unsure whether to sit or stand. Strong hands settle on your shoulders working away the tension you’ve been holding for god knows how long. Your head rolls back into his touch, he kneads your muscles like dough relieving any and all stress. “That feels so good, König.” You groan, closing your eyes.

“Come with me.” He grasps your hand leading you down a hall , stopping at a closed door. He twists the knob revealing a very plain bedroom, a queen sized bed with black sheets, a desk, and stacks of paperwork are all that decorate the space. There are two extra doors, one leading to the closet and the other to the bathroom. You laugh at his clumsiness. He’s clearly tipsy as he staggers to the door.

He slips his gloves off and opens the cabinet below the sink, rummaging around and pulling things out onto the bathroom floor. Finally, he emerges with a pink topped bottle. “Baby oil” the label reads.

“Strip.” He says, unbuckling his bulletproof vest and laying it on the desk chair.

“S-strip?”

“Yes, so I can massage you. That is what you want isn’t it?” He removes his thick camouflage jacket revealing the snug black material of his undershirt.

His muscles bulge veiny and tight, stretching the fabric. It was true, you did want his hands all over you. Ever since you two started training together, you found yourself fantasizing about being split by that monster of a man. Your hands fumble with the buckle of your pants as you kick your boots off. He advances, towering a wapping 6'6”. You shift with anticipation, looking up at him with gleaming eyes. The tips of his fingers hook under the hem of your shirt, swiping it over your head. Your scrunchie is taken along with it, freeing your hair (for my fellow natural haired girlies let’s just say you have braids or a wig). If you’d known you’d be stripping for someone tonight, you would have picked sexier underwear. He’s silent as he takes in how perfect you look in your plain gray and white bra/pantie combo.

“Lay on the bed.” He instructs unscrewing the baby oil top.

You listen, climbing up into the comfy cotton sheets, using your arms as pillows. He’s flustered at how obedient you are, since that wasn’t a side of you he’d seen before. The military couldn’t break you…but he would. He stands at the side of the bed admiring every dip and curve of your figure. Flipping the bottle upside down, Slick cool oil slides down your back. His thumbs rub circles along your spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. His long fingers slip under your bra strap, he huffs in frustration.

“In the way-“ he unclasps it skillfully. Your face is burning with embarrassment, there was no way you were laying in Königs bed half naked. A shiver runs down your leg as he slides down the elastic waist of your panties. He begins working and kneading your lower back, squeezing the plush skin of your ass. The crotch of your panties were soaked, leaving a huge wet spot on the gray fabric. He inhales, your arousal was palatable, his dick pulsates at the scent of your glistening womanhood. Your panties glide down over your ankles as he slides them off, tossing them into the corner.

“Flip over.” He grunts, tossing you around.

Your breast fall from the unclamped bra, hard nipples on full display. König doesn’t hesitate yanking and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“On your knees.” His voice is breathy and low.

your eyes stay on him as you shift onto your knees, hands holding your chest shyly. Gently he pulls them away, slipping the straps down and off your arms. Because of his height, you’re at perfect eye level with his throbbing erection. His breath hitches as your elegant fingers undo the zipper of his pants, his earthy green eyes flutter. His big hand cradles your cheek as he watches you work to release him from the shackles of those annoying pants. His cock burst free, slapping his lower stomach. Although you couldn’t see his face, the state of his arousal was evident. Veins root from base to tip, beating rhythmically along the upward curve of his sex. His tip is blushed and oozing with pre-cum, his breathing accelerates with need. You run your tongue up the length of his rock hard shaft, he grunts head lolling back. Your lips wrap around the tip, tongue swirling and teasing him before opening nice and wide.

“Scheiße (Fuck)” he pants, caressing your cheek pulling your warm wet mouth down on his cock. It was even better than he’s imagined, his hand sets the pace rocking your head back and forth. Tears prick your eyes as he begins moving faster, fucking your throat. Each thrust deeper than the last, his hand moves to the base of your neck feeling how deep you can swallow him.

“You look so fucking pretty sucking my cock.” He wipes a stray tear with his thumb.

You gag as he pushes further, your throat muscles contract around him before he pulls back.

“Oh naughty naughty girl. You almost made me cum.” He teases, lightly pushing you back onto the bed. The mattress creaks from his massive size as he climbs between your legs, peering down at you. Your hand reaches under the mask, he firmly grips your wrist forcing it to the bed.

“Ask nicely.” He orders.

“Can I touch you…please.” You beg.

He releases your hand, it finds the bottom of the mask, sliding underneath to find the stubble of a 5 o'clock shadow and soft lips. Your finger strokes his lower lip, it is plump and warm.suddenly, his mouth opens nipping and sucking the skin of your curious finger. “Ah what are you-“ you moan arching your back. Pushing your hand away once more, he leans down, capturing your parted lips. Your lips dance in perfect harmony, melting into one another. He moans into your mouth, his jaw tenses as your tongue pushes through savoring the flavor that is König. The head of his dick pokes at your slippery slit begging for entry, you can feel how hot he is all over causing your temperature to rise.

“Open up for me, I’m gonna give you everything I have.” He groans, plunging inside with a flick of his hips. Your hands claw at the smooth skin of his back as you stretch around him, his girth almost too much to handle. You cry out as he thrust deeper “Just alittle more baby, you’re taking me so well…s’good s’fucking good.” He pants filling you to the brim. He stays still for a moment letting you adjust to his large size, the pressure in your pussy nearly makes you cum right then and there.

“I feel you twitching around me princess, you can’t cum yet, I’m not done breaking you.” He pulls back before slamming back in, hitting the back of your cervix with each thrust. There is a delicious ache in your belly as he impales you, the curve of his dick reaches places you didn’t even know existed.

“Ah ah s’to big I-I can’t I can’t.” You cry biting the skin of his chest to hold back your screams.

“You’re gonna take what…I…give…you.” He pounds with each word. He sits up pushing your knees to your chest forcing even deeper inside your velvety walls. This position gives him access to your stiff wet bud. With two fingers he spreads your creamy folds watching his dick pump in and out of you. Every thrust his cock emerges more coated than the last.

“Your pussy is so fucking gorgeous , look at that needy little clit.” He flicks your bud, rutting into you with all his strength. His long fingers grab your throat, your tongue lols out as he chokes you. He alternates the pressure taking you up and gently bringing you back down. “That pretty mouth isn’t so dangerous now.” Your quivering walls clench around him threatening to overflow.

“P-please I’m gonna…ah!” He pulls out, gripping your waist as he throws you around, roughly raising your ass to him. Before you can register the change he splits you apart once again, slapping your plush ass, leaving hot hand prints on your skin. Those giant hands push and pull you back on his cock, using your pussy to make himself cum.

“You have such a cute tummy.” He reaches around pressing on your lower belly feeling how full it is with his cock.

“You would make such a pretty mommy.” He praises fucking you faster and harder. That throws you over the edge, your body convulses and clamps down icing his dick with your sweetness.

His teeth clench with an inhuman growl as his rod twitches and throbs before shooting your insides with his hot seed.

“Late again huh, rookie? That’s an extra week.” You jump, turning around. Ghost stands over you. It was true last night’s events made it impossible to wake up at 5 am with the other soldiers. You ended up sneaking out of Königs bed in the middle of the night, hoping you could sneak back into your barracks undetected. The mission was success. You slipped into your bed at 2 a.m before anyone could realize you were gone. Unfortunately, that means you overslept, waking up three hours late.

“I was…sick.” You lie scrubbing the bathroom tiles diligently.

“Sick? You were fine yesterday.” He says with a flat tone.

“Must have eaten something bad, all those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches must have taken a toll.” You grunt, rubbing your stomach.

“Next time you’re sick. You report it to me in advance.” He orders.

“How can I predict when I’m gonna be sick?-“

“Don’t question me.” He spins on his heels walking out the bathroom.

“Okay Simon.” You mock.

“What was that rookie?” He calls back.

“Nothing Sargeant!” You exclaim.

He walks away finally, leaving you with the smell of bleach and toilet water. Your arms ache from scrubbing. throwing the sponge in the bucket of cleaning solution, you sit back against the wall thinking about last night. All morning you avoided seeing König, ducking and dodging him in the halls. Every time you thought of him, your face burned with embarrassment, there is no way you could look him in the eye after that. For now your plan is to just lay low in hopes he was too drunk to remember anything. It was nothing. Just a drunken one night stand.

“There you are.” He charges forward looking down at you.

“H-here I am whats up König…do you need a copy of that report-“

“Why did you sneak out last night.” He interrupts.

“Psh me? Sneak out I didn’t sneak out. I just went for a walk…and ended up in my bed.” You reach into the bucket with gloved hands wringing the sponge out.

“Why couldn’t we sleep together?” He asks.

You fly to your feet in a panic “Shhh! What if someone hears you?”

“So what?” He tilts his head in confusion.

“Superior and subordinate relationships are strictly prohibited!” You whisper/yell.

“Right…hm, okay in here then.” He takes your hand leading you into the stall furthest from the door, The lock clicks behind you.

“Can’t this wait till after hours.” You say with an annoyed tone.

“I want an explanation.” His arm rests on the wall above your head.

“This. This is why I snuck off, to avoid whatever this is. Now I’m stuck in a bathroom stall talking about…feelings.” You hold your stomach making a pained face.

“This isn’t funny.” His voice is low.

“You’re right it isn’t but it is complicated .”

“Y/n? You in here?” A voice calls.

You mouth shit, covering what you assumed was his mouth through the mask.

“Yeah! I was just cleaning!” You call back.

“Who were you talking too?” She asks her foot steps advancing.

“No one! Here I come!” You let him go squinting your eyes.

“This isn’t over.” He whispers sharply, moving to the side.

“I can see that.” You grumble walking out the stall to greet your friend.

…to be continued?

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readingismyhobby24 · 8 months ago

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for the prompts, maybe smth with Twi, Sky, and Wars? :)

thanks!!!

- hero-of-the-wolf

Yayyyy!!! Thank you for the prompt!!! This mini fic is also sort of based on an actual moment in my life, so it was really fun to write! Also, this isn't the best quality of writing, but it's mainly just for fun, and I didn't really want to spend too much time writing it. @hero-of-the-wolf

If anyone wants to send in some mini fic prompts, I'd absolutely appreciate that! I'm trying to get myself to be more comfortable and confident with posting my fics, so I'm starting off with mini fics! So if you come up with something, just send it in my ask box!!! 🩵

Characters: Sky, Warriors, Twilight, and Malon

Summary: While staying at the ranch, Malon asks Twi, Sky, and Wars if they could help her with something in the barn. The boys agree, but get a little distracted from their job when they find an adorable surprise.

Word Count: 519

No warnings, it's really just fluff

The boys had fully been enjoying their stay at the ranch. It was fun, relaxing, and overall, just a wonderful time for all of them. Even with all the hard work they'd been doing. If anything, that was a huge part of the fun.

Which is why as soon as Malon had asked for some help with working in the barn, Wars, Twilight, and Sky immediately agreed to help her. That, and the fact that they all couldn't pass up a moment where they could get more stories of Time. They could never get enough of those.

The three boys and Malon headed into the barn, where Malon gave them all the instructions, along with showing them where all the tools they would need, were. The boys quickly got to work (only after a couple of stories from Malon) on their jobs.

Only a few minutes into their work, they were interrupted by a tiny mew coming from one of the stalls. Wars and Twilight both immediately gasped and ran over to the stall. When they got to it, they found six tiny kittens all huddled together, sleeping on the ground. Without any hesitation from the two, they both carefully went inside the stall, and then made their way over to the kittens.

Once noticing them, the kittens all woke up, and then began meowing and ran up to them. Wars and Twilight each scooped up three kittens and hugged them close.

“Oh my gosh! Why did no one tell us there were kittens in here!” Twilight exclaimed. “I could have been spending time with them this whole week!”

“I know! Just look at them! They are so tiny and cute!” Wars cooed at his new tiny friends.

Twilight looked over at Sky, just to see that the other was hesitantly making his way over.

“You good?” The rancher asked. “There's plenty of kittens if you want to hold some.”

“Yeah, um, I was just wondering how soon it is until dark first, that's all.” Sky answered as he finally made his way into the stall with the others.

“Is there a reason?” Wars asked while handing over one of the now sleeping kittens to his friend.

Sky accepted the kitten, along with another from Twilight before answering, “uh, well, no particular reason. I was just wanting to know.”

“Okay,” Twilight shrugged.

The three then settled down on the ground with their little friends all sleeping on them. Wars sighed contentedly. “I can't describe how happy this makes me feel. Like, just look at them!”

“I know!” Twilight agreed. “They're so precious! I could stay with them all day and night!”

“Oh, I don't know about night, but for sure during the day!” Sky mostly agreed.

The boys happily sat there for hours, and at some point, fell asleep. When Malon came back to see what progress they had made, she couldn't help but quietly laugh at the sight she came across. Not wanting to spoil their moment, she quietly left the barn, and headed inside to tell her husband about the adorable scene she had just come across.

#linked universe #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu sky #lu malon #faith's asks #faith's mini fics

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thunderpetal · 3 years ago

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A Loving Analysis of both Wild and Four’s POVs

In light of one of the best LU updates in a while, here is a very long ramble about why both Wild and Four are acting the way they are right now! Because for me, it’s easy to see where both of them are coming from, and getting into the why is very interesting. Anyway, without, further ado:

Wild

I have seen the ‘Wild is Dink’ theories and I have decided they are bullshit. There seem to be two main reasons why people believe this is Dink, though, so let’s unpack:

1. ‘His slate is gone’ ‘when did he put on the cape’ ‘didn’t he go in the opposite direction of the village?’ and other small things like that

The slate is there, he could easily found his way to the village (this is BOTW Link we’re talking about here), and he probably just put the cloak on along the way. Jojo also banged out this update in 10 days, which explains stuff like the slate having less detail than normal.

2. Wild is acting OOC

Well. Let’s get into this, one, shall we? (Rest of post below the cut)

I mean, Vio says it himself:

But I don’t think he meant this in a ‘I think you’re being possessed by an evil dude’ sort of way. I think he is just referring to the fact that Wild is certainly acting unusual compared to how he’s been throughout the rest of the comic. And this is what’s freaking people out and making them wonder if he’s Dink.

But here’s why I think that is bs. I need you all to consider:

This situation is awfully similar to how the Champions died.

When Ganon reawakened, Link and Zelda were specifically instructed to leave the Champions behind. And that’s what they did. Daruk told Link he could count on the Champions for support, but it was his job to finish off Ganon. But in the end, the Champions fell. It wasn’t Link’s fault. It wasn’t Zelda’s fault. But the Champions died, and Link left them behind.

Also, just for more angst: the Creating a Champion book details Link and Zelda’s route between memories 15, 16 and 17, making it explicitly clear that they ran all the way to Hyrule Castle and then turned back, because they weren’t able to beat Ganon yet. So they also left behind the citizens of Castle Town to fend for themselves.

Anyway, back to LU, what has Wild just done to his team mates?

Oh that’s right, he’s left them behind!

Wild tries to deny it, but he knows Four is right. He HAS left his team behind. And while the others are in a lot less danger than the Champions were, the situations are similar. He’s left his friends behind fighting an unknown threat. But Wild doesn’t wanna accept that, because of what happened last time.

He INSISTS they are fine, insists they have control of the situation. He doesn’t want to talk about it; he wants to see how Twi is doing. But Twi is doing bad, and Wild doesn’t react well to Four telling him that either.

You see, not only is the situation similar to Ganon’s return because Wild’s left his team mates behind, but also because someone else on the team is injured, possibly dying. The difference is, Wild is here for Twilight now, when he wasn’t able to be for the Champions.

“With the Divine Beasts corrupted and the spirits of the Champions trapped inside, Link grabbed Zelda’s hand and retreated with her” - Creating a Champion book

From this and memory 16 (the one where Zelda cries) we know Link and Zelda ran away from Hyrule Castle fully understanding what was happening to the Champions, but unable to help. They couldn’t go to the Divine Beasts to assist their friends. Their only option was to run.

But in LU? Wild sees his friend go down and he acts. He slaps the shit out of Dink. And then he races to the village, knowing Twilight is there. Deep down he knows he has no healing abilities like Hyrule, but he wants to be there for Twilight anyway. Because this time, he CAN be there. He wasn’t able to be there for the Champions before. Perhaps there’s a part of him that still agonises over the fact that if only he could have gotten to the Divine Beasts, he could have done something.

Also, the last time Wild saw Twilight, he was still in wolf form. Wild hasn’t witnessed Twilight’s ‘I’m not gonna die from a scratch’ mode, nor has he seen Twilight’s dramatic death monologue. Everything he knows about Twilight since he went down has been told to him second hand from the others. He hasn’t seen Twilight since he was wounded. On a fundamental level, I think Wild just wants to see his friend.

So he takes action. He goes to the town himself, finds Four, and immediately asks him how Twilight is doing. However, Four has seen shit Wild has not. Twi isn’t doing good. But Wild is in staunch denial about this - he wants good news. He wants to believe Twilight is strong, and on the path to recovery already. But he isn’t. Four only has bad news to give Wild, and Wild just... can’t accept that.

He did everything differently to 100 years ago, right? He beat the thing that wounded Twilight. He’s now gone to SEE Twilight, rather than trusting him to fight his own battle, like he trusted the Champions to fight theirs.

The only thing stopping him from marching inside right now and seeing Twilight is Four. And Wild doesn’t get Four’s behaviour; he can’t understand why Four isn’t happy that he beat the shadow, and also, he cannot deal with Four talking about Twilight using terms like ‘chances of survival’.

Because Twilight can’t die. Nobody can die.

Wild is not Dark Link in disguise. He’s traumatised. His experiences of the past are causing him to behave the way he is now. He’s desperately worried about Twilight, but also cannot even bear to consider the possibility of his death. He had to race to town as soon as possible to see Twilight, but he also feels guilty for leaving the rest of the team behind. His emotions are high, and he isn’t really processing any of them. And Four is saying all the things he really doesn’t want to hear right now, like “Twilight’s wound isn’t healing” and “You seeing him will bring down his chances of survival”.

So eventually, Wild doesn’t want to hear anymore of it. He shoves Four out of the way. He’s gonna go see Twilight himself, he decides, and Four can’t stop him. But then Four whips out his sword and suddenly there are four copies of Four standing in front of him, and... I think my man’s a little bit shocked.

So, why did Four decide to split? What about this situation made him think ‘yep, time to reveal my biggest secret’?

Let’s look at his side of the story.

Four

The boys!!! Look At Them. I actually don’t think I’m ever gonna stop being excited over this update.

But yeah. Splitting is a pretty drastic action. To understand why Four’s done it, we’re gonna have to go way back.

Four and Twilight have been established as having a close bond since the early sketches. They likely bonded over knowing each other’s ‘secret’ forms (wolf and minish).

Four and Wild are in the same boat - they both knew who was really hurt when Wolfie went down. They both took out their anger and pain on the Iron Knuckle; remember, Four’s the one who attacked it first, in Sunset pt 1!

The only difference is, Wild’s abilities (Stasis) meant he could actually yeet the Iron Knuckle into oblivion. Four couldn’t do a thing against it. Later on, he gets another chance to help: he needs to escort Hyrule to the town, thus bringing us to Sunset pt 6. But Hyrule’s the one with the life spell, not Four. Once Hyrule gets to Twilight’s bedside, Four’s role is finished, and he is back to not being able to do anything for his friend.

While reading pt 6, Four’s presence stuck out to me. Hyrule and Time had very clear roles, but Four was just kinda there looking absolutely distraught. Of course, him being there made sense, but he could have also left the room immediately after he got Hyrule to Twi’s bedside, and it wouldn’t have affected the plot.

Four knows this. He knows how useless he is right now. He knows there’s nothing more he can do to help his friend. I think the fact he left the room between pt 6 and 7 is very telling; I mean, just look at the poor boy’s expression in this panel.

When Wild shows up, Four’s already upset. Immediately, he worries for the others, who he also left behind. He’s seen the state Twilight is in, seen Hyrule’s magic fail to work on him, and he’s anxious that something like that could be happening to the others. Also, there’s a bit of miscommunication between him and Wild. Wild knows the other monsters have scattered, and there were only a few left. The team have it handled; Warriors let Wild go off by himself, after all, and told them all to meet up at the town later. However, all Wild really tells Four is that he took out the shadow and the others ‘will be fine’. So from Four’s POV, Wild has abandoned the others mid-fight and is trying to justify it with ‘but I killed the big guy!’

To me, it’s clear that Four tries to empathise with Wild in this update. He doesn’t just berate Wild for leaving the others behind, he also gives him the answers about Twilight’s condition that Wild’s begging for. But once again: Twilight is not doing well. For Four, his concern for Twilight is directly feeding into worry for the others too. He hasn’t been able to see the battlefield in a while. He has no clue what’s going on, other than Wild insisting they’re fine (and not giving him much detail beyond that).

This is the point in the update where Four goes from being upset to angry:

Wild raises his voice. He isn’t listening to Four’s concerns about the others. Four knows Wild’s upset, but he’s upset too! And I think from Four’s POV, he believes Wild isn’t worried about the others enough, and he doesn’t understand how serious Twilight’s situation is. And on a certain level, he’s right. Wild really doesn’t get how bad things are for Twilight, because he hasn’t seen Twilight in ages. On the other hand, Four doesn’t get that the others will be alright (unless Jojo is cruel), cause he hasn’t been on the battlefield in ages! I think an important aspect of this whole update is that these two have experienced the current situation very differently.

Anyway, now Four’s angry. And he has a new goal: stop Wild getting to Twilight. This might seem harsh, but Wild isn’t listening to Four, he’s walking away from their conversation, and I think Four’s judged Wild shouldn’t see Twilight right now. Remember, this is the guy who chose to walk away from Twilight’s bedside. He’s now butting heads with Wild, who is the complete opposite: he wants nothing more than to see Twilight.

So why does he split? I think, first of all, he’s just pissed off. Wild yelled at him, and also shoved him out the way. That would get anyone’s emotions running high enough to consider drastic action. Four also recognises that Wild isn’t in the best state to see Twilight right now. He doesn’t want Wild to feel the same bone-crushing helplessness he did.

And I really want to emphasise this. Four isn’t trying to stop Wild from seeing Twilight because he thinks Wild sucks. It’s quite the opposite, really. He wants to stop Wild from realising he’s useless to help Twilight, because I don’t think Four’s coping well with that realisation himself. He doesn’t want Wild to see Twilight talking like he’s already going to die, or Time’s grim expression of resignation. I think being in that room with Twilight broke Four a little bit. Unless Wild has a way to help, Four doesn’t want him to see Twilight and become as upset as Four is now. Especially considering Wild is already pretty emotionally wrecked.

Four’s also worried about Twilight - he understands the grave danger he’s in, and that Hyrule is their only chance of Twilight surviving. He does not, under any circumstances, want anything fucking with Hyrule’s magic right now. Wild entering the room in his current state definitely falls under the category of ‘could fuck with Hyrule’s magic’. But Wild is determined to get past him, and he’s a lot bigger than Four, so what’s the only thing Four can do to get a physical advantage on Wild? That’s right, make four versions of himself.

I think splitting also will help them both out emotionally. Let me explain.

In conclusion...

Wild is an upset and angry lad. Four is an upset and angry lad(s). A lot of people have been memeing that the colours are gonna beat up Wild, but I don’t think it’s quite gonna go like that.

The split is a really shocking thing for Wild to witness. I reckon it might take the wind out of his sails. Unfortunately, due to the placement of his panel on the last page, we can’t quite tell if his shocked expression is due to Four drawing his sword, or in reaction to the colours themselves.

I don’t think the colours having their swords out is a definitive sign Four and Wild will have a scrap next chapter - their swords have to be out for the split to happen in the first place. Though, as Blue says, if need be, they will fight Wild to stop him getting to Twilight. That’s how serious they are about making sure Twilight has every chance of survival.

(Also, how can Wild fight/spar them if he doesn’t have his sword. Oh god, Four doesn’t even know about the sword yet. I don’t have time to get into that. But I will be praying for Wild once Four realises it’s gone.)

Anyway, I think Four split not just to physically have the advantage over Wild, but to help them both sort through their emotions. I think Wild will calm down a little bit seeing the colours, or at least his current emotions will be replaced by a whole lot of confusion. As the colours explain, (maybe we’ll get a bit of flashback to Four’s adventures!) they’ll gently lead Wild to sit down. They’ll tell him that Hyrule really needs all the space he can get right now. That being in that room with Twilight was... not fun, for Four. That the best thing they can do as Twilight’s friends at the moment is wait until they get more news.

And this time? I think Wild would listen. Or maybe I’m wrong, and maybe Blue will launch Wild into the sun. At this point, who knows?

Anyway, thank you for reading all of this, this post got super long. I made it cause the update filled me with LOTS OF THOUGHTS, and I wanted to explain why both Wild and Four are behaving the way they are. I’ve seen some pretty polarising takes since the update dropped, but for me... both Wild and Four are right. Both of them are wrong. But most importantly, both of them are stressed. And they’re facing a new and scary situation equipped with only their own experiences, causing them see things differently, and argue with each other.

I hope this update leads to the chain as a whole learning to work together better, and also understanding each other’s emotions a little better too.

#linked universe #linked universe dot txt #lu four #lu wild #linkeduniverse

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AD ASTRA - CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHPT XI. THE REVENGE

Description: With your team turning their backs on you, you and Mando have only twenty minutes before your clan of three are doomed.

Length: 5k

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AD ASTRA MASTERLIST

Din Djarin x Jedi!reader series. Friends to lovers, (Somewhat) slowburn, female!reader, JEDI!READER, possible smut, jealous!mando, reader has problematic childhood, fluff, saviour complex!mando, canon star wars characters mentioned, Obi wan x padawan!reader, dad!obi wan, general star wars bloodshed etc\

Chapter Triggers - harassment, death, blood, make do surgery, aggression, foul language, fighting.

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA

“To the stars through hardships”

"Was that thing blinking before?" Mayfeld asked, the room silent as the crew realised what Xi'an's impatience had done, "Was it?"

"No, it wasn't. He must have activated it when he dropped," You hissed at Xi'an, who simply laughed darkly with not a trace of remorse at her actions.

"Zero to Mayfeld. Zero to Mayfeld." The droid's robotic voice sounded through the comlink on the bald man's arm, though you already had an idea of what he was going to say next."I detected a New Republic distress signal homing in on your location. You have approximately 20 minutes."

Twenty minutes. That was all; before a band of X-Wings came to blast any sign of intruding life with no questions asked.

The kid. The Crest. Your heart sunk into your stomach, and you felt the Mandalorian tense up too as the dread filled him. There was no way the ship would escape the attack, nor would the kid be safe to float around hyperspace alone were you and Mando to die in this hellhole.

One wrong move and your little trio was truly fucked.

Xi'an shrugged, much too calm for the shit-storm of a situation that she had just caused and trotted towards the exit of the control room, "We only need five."

You let out a bitter sigh as Mayfeld hurried you along to follow the Twi woman, the urgency in his tone unmissable. It seems you weren’t the only one attuned to how dumb the woman’s actions had been. "Let's go, let's go, move, move, move, move!"

The team - well their team, you and Mando - ran down the corridors following Mayfeld, who listened to Zero's instructions with crucial interest. You all stopped in your tracks seeing two large units of security droids, readying themselves to start shooting at them only for Burg to become useful for the first time all day. The Devaronian man picked up one of the droids in his hulking red hands, throwing it at the other one; the force and weight of the units alone was enough to crush them into a pile of sparks and scrap metal.

You stayed silent, continuing on their mission to find whoever was in the prison cell Mayfeld had located, coming to a halt in front of cell two-two-one, "Zee, open it up."

"You have 15 minutes remaining." The droid responded unhelpfully, making you roll your eyes and shift on your feet nervously.

"Open it up!" Mayfeld practically yelled, the pressure also eating away at him.

The door slid open to reveal yet another violet Twi'lek, only this one was much taller and buffer than Xi'an, clearly a male. Mando straightened up at the sight of the prisoner, and the tension that had been thick in the air only increased by tenfold.

"Qin..." Mando said, not liking where this interaction was leading. It was much too convenient that the job he had happened to accept was the same one which led to the release of the guy he was responsible for putting behind bars in the first place. He didn't like the feeling of deceit burning in his stomach and his mind reeled over the possibilities of what the group was about to do to him and you.

This was not good. They were not good.

"Funny. The man who left me behind is now my saviour." Qin said coldly, strolling out of his cell with his eyes trained on the beskar covered man, "Mando."

Before Din could react, a heavy punch was sent to his stomach, so hard it sent him flying back into the cell Qin had just been in, his breath escaping him with a low woosh.

"No!" You yelled as the door shut on him, feeling your blasters get snatched out of your utility belt and cuffs getting locked around your hands. Xi'an smiled at you smugly, kicking you to the floor beside the cell.

"Best say your goodbyes now, princess. You and lover boy haven't got much time left," The Twi'lek woman cackled, strutting away knowing you wouldn't follow as you weren’t stupid enough to think you could take on all four of them when they had blasters and you were now somewhat immobilised. "You deserve this!" was all Xi'an yelled as you watched the group run back towards the crest, making you scramble to your feet.

"Mando!" You yelled, watching the man get to his feet shakily no doubt in shock at the turn of events, "Are you okay?"

"You need to get out of here," Din said, walking up to the door where your scared expression waited for him, "Get back to the ship, or get your blasters back so you can overpower them-"

"I'm not leaving you here,"You said incredulously at what you were hearing, "We're in this together now, di'kut, [idiot] I'm not going anywhere without you. I need you as much as the kid does."

Mando was silent staring at your shaken face, the precious seconds before your imminent doom ticking by. Din opened his mouth to say something, hating the way your eyes glared up at him sadly for insinuating you leave him to die, only to hear a remaining security droid stomping down the hallway towards them. You looked at him, orbs wide with a plan springing to mind.You tucked yourself behind the pillar closest to Mando's cell, waiting for the droid to inch closer.

The second it came into view, you attacked.

You grabbed its blaster loaded arm, yanking it towards you whilst dodging the charges sent from it in your direction. You slammed the droid's head into the cell door, Mando seeming to catch on to your plan as he grabbed the droid's arm through the open space in the wall, tugging on it hard. You held the struggling machine still while the Mandalorian ripped its arm out of its socket, taking the data probe extension with it. You dodged the oil that spilled out of the droid's broken circuit, as well as a few one-armed punches the machine haphazardly tried to send your way, watching the Mandalorian shoot it dead using its own gun. He stuck the probe into the waiting hole on his side of the wall, opening the cell door.

The two nodded at each other breathlessly before Mando headed towards the control panel with you following behind.

"We'll cut them off before they can get to the crest, make a direct passage to it that we can take and disable them so they can't come after us."

You nodded as you reached the control room, both of you trying not to stare dejectedly at Davan's dead body.

"Give me your commlink, I'll retune it so we can only hear each other," You said, grabbing his metal vambraced arm and fiddling with the wiring inside his panel. He let you do so with no protest to the closeness it brought, both of you not having the time to be in your head about the fact this level of intimacy, even so innocent, was still new to both of you. Mando shut off the lights in the corridors, hearing Xi'an's annoyed yelps as the doors began boxing them in like a rat run.

"Burg's heading this way, Xi'an a little behind him. You take her out, take her back to the cell and we'll keep them in there," Mando explained, pulling out the probe extension he'd ripped from the droid, "Qin and Mayfeld are further ahead, we still need Qin if we're going to get the money and keep Ran off us. We can deal with them together,"

You nodded, finishing up on the circuitry in his suit with a satisfying click shut, though it was somewhat fiddly seeing as the cuffs were still locked tight around your wrists.

You looked up at him somberly, knowing you’d have to part ways briefly to get back to the ship and a short panic set over you; the same panic as when you'd watched the laser brain get thrown into the cell not ten minutes earlier. "I'll see you at the ship," You said, almost forcing the promise onto him that he would be there before the New Republic came for you.

He nodded, understanding what you meant, and you set off with the plan. You ran down the nearest corridor, ducking into one of the side halls as the Devaronian man stalked past you angrily. You waited, knowing another set of lighter footsteps would soon follow along with the headache that Xi'an had given you all day.

Sure enough, as you heard the Twi'lek woman giggled with delight, you watched her pick up her pace when she saw Mando and Burg struggling for dominance in the control room. Before she could join in, however, you tackled her to the ground, wrestling one of the duel knives out of her hand as you managed to get on top of her stomach. The Twi woman, though caught off guard, didn't settle lightly and scratched viciously at your restrained arms enough to be able to gain some freedom to move her upper body.

That is; her arms and the singular lethal weapon in them.

You barely missed the blade that surely would have sliced your eye clean open, not having time to avoid the next attack that was rammed into your shoulder blade deeply. You half grunted-half screamed at the shock of the injury, feeling the blood already begin to seep out of the wound and into the fabric of your top. It was times like these you wished you had your own suit of beskar.

You had to collect your thoughts quickly, the situation not allowing for the virtue of mulling over the pain, and pinned your assailant's two purple arms to the floor as best you could, considering you still had the cuffs on your wrists. There was some fight for strength between you two: Xi'an fighting to wriggle her blade-wielding hand free once more for another blow and you trying to get the remaining knife out of her grasp.

It wasn't until you decided to change your tactic that you even moved from the position you two were in. Taking a chanced breath through the pain in your shoulder, you let go of her wrists. As you hoped, Xi'an immediately stuck her hand out violently, aiming for your exposed throat. You were quick to catch her upper arm, however, using your thighs to roll the Twi onto her front, her outstretched arm pinned down using your boot. The chain of the cuffs was wrapped around Xi'an's throat with just enough pressure to cut off the oxygen, remembering Mando's plan to keep them alive. You felt Xi'an struggle under you for a while, hands clasped firmly around her blade as she had been all day, but to no avail as your leg stayed firmly in place. Finally, she fell limp under you, leaving you to retrieve your blaster from the thieving creature's pocket, and sling her over your shoulder like dead weight.

You half jogged down the hallway to the empty cell, only to see Mando leading Burg in there at blaster point. You nodded at one another, Xi'an being thrown unceremoniously into the cell next to the angry Devaronian who seemed resigned to losing the fight. Sure enough, as soon as the door shut, a Mandalorian and an ex-padawan were running to confront the remaining two of your crew.

"You go get the bounty, you know what he's capable of better than I do. I'll sort Mayfeld out and be back on the ship before the X-Wings get here," You explained making him nod, though a frown remained on your face, "If I'm not back by the time it reaches three minutes, leave and get the kid to safety,"

Mando's head snapped towards you at that part, the pair of you reaching a crossroads in the hallway and realising you’d have to split up here.

"What happened to 'we're in this together'?" He asked gruffly through his helmet, feeling the time creeping up on you.

"Give me the probe, and you can scold me later when we're on the ship, safely," You said, the silent promise of a reunion between you in your voice.

You pessimistically knew it was entirely possible that you would be out of time. But as long as they were safe, as long as he was safe, you didn’t care.

He did as you said, knowing you didn't have time to discuss details properly and ran in the opposite direction, praying to the maker he'd see those worried eyes again.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Incidentally, Mayfeld was much easier to catch now you had your blaster back, and you were helped greatly by the strobing red lights illuminating the halls making it easy to sneak up on the guy. You’d quickly disarmed him and had him walking to the cell like a punished child at blaster point, locking him in the compartment with the rest of the crew you’d met not a few hours prior.

You ran full speed back to the ship, knowing there was only a few minutes left before the heavy shooting would start. You sighed with relief when you saw the ladder rings in between the flashes of darkness, taking them two at a time in the haste you were in. You were so deep in your thoughts, hoping you'd made it with enough time for Mando to take off that you gasped when you felt a hand grab your own. You looked up, seeing the familiar helmet staring back at you and took the other outstretched gloved fingers, letting Mando practically pull you up the rest of the way.

"Thanks," You breathed, noting the Twi man you'd encountered earlier stood cuffed to one of the seats in the hull with an angry look on his face, no doubt about being separated from his sister, "Now let's get out of here"

You followed Mando up to the cockpit, smiling when you heard the little happy coo you were now accustomed to. The child sat in the co-pilot's chair, the one you usually sat in and glanced up at you with open arms and a glint in his big midnight eyes.

"Not right now squirt, we've got to make a move," You explained, watching Mando rapidly punch in the coordinates for Ran's warehouse and quickly jump into hyper-space following it. The pair of you were silent for a moment, slouching in relief that you’d escaped the inevitable fury of the New Republic's blasters. You allowed yourself just a minute with your thoughts to contradict the fast-paced past twenty minutes both of you had endured. You'd quite literally escaped with minutes to spare.

Just as you were ready to make a joke about Mando patching you up again, your shoulder aching heavily from where Xi'an had stabbed you, your mouth dropped lightyears when you saw the man pull out the tracking beacon he must have stolen from Davan's hands when he had been fighting Burg.

"Are you kriffing stupid-"

"I thought I'd give Ran a taste of his own medicine for deceiving us," Mando explained, watching the woman's face smooth out, though there was worry in your eyes as you stared at the beeping device incredulously.

"I thought I was petty," You joked, wincing when the Crest dropped out of hyperspace and your shoulder was thrown against the seat. Mando watched you closely, figuring you must have been caught at some point during the day but your dark shirt hadn't allowed for any visible injuries. He cursed himself, just as he had done not a week ago when he realised he still hadn't gotten any bacta as he had been planning on using the rewards from this trip to buy some and figured he'd have to play nurse droid once more. Not that he was complaining exactly.

"Stay here, I'll fix you up when I get back. Find the nearest planet that sells supplies while you're at it," Mando instructed, initiating the auto-landing sequence and heading back down to the hull to retrieve his pay and to give Ran his little gift. The thought alone of the smarmy old man getting what was coming to him made you smile. That and the fact Mando immediately had offered to mend you instead of leaving you to fend for yourself like you expected him to. It's not that you thought he didn't care, you knew for a fact he did, but the way you had gotten into a routine, slotted into place with one another where it was his job to patch you up after a job as it was yours to him gave you a warm, homely feeling in your stomach.

You really were the closest thing to home you could be.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You barely missed the sight of the X-Wings arriving, though you heard the satisfying explosion behind you, as Mando had set the ship on course for the planet you had located for him, the two of you chuckling cynically at the sound of revenge reverberating through the atmosphere.

You went silent for a moment, the child squirming in Mando's lap to play with the teeny metal ball on the end of one of the controls protruding from the dashboard, making you laugh once more.

"We can get this one some decent food from a cantina here, better than that swill you make him," Mando teased, as you stood to retrieve the first aid kit that sat above the passenger chairs. You scoffed, offended at his words though you knew from his tone he was lying.

That he was too. He could tell you weren't the most natural of cooks, but whatever Peli had taught you on Tatooine clearly had stuck as the meals you made were just as good as his.

You swivelled to look at him, giving his helmet a quick rap with your knuckles in scolding for his mean words, only making him snort. "Cheeky bastard,"

You finally reached up to retrieve the kit, using your good side of course. You could feel the dribble of hot blood running down your arm at this point, but you hadn't had the time to care only to swear under your breath at the heavy stinging sensation you felt. Part of you, no matter how many wounds you both gave and received, was scared to look at where Xi'an had caught you knowing it would look like something from a horror holo-film, judging by how much blood you could feel pooling out of it.

"How bad is it?" Mando asked, watching you wince as you attempted to push down your shirt to give him access to the wound, onto to realise it was too tight around your neck and gave no freedom to do so.

"Xi'an caught me with that knife of hers," You explained, looking up at the dark T-Visor that stared at you, watching your actions with acute concern, "I'm going to need to take this off,"

Din went deadly silent at that, his face lighting up with a hot blush at the thought of seeing you in just your bra. He had been with women in that way, he'd had flings that he'd done some things with like with Xi'an, but it felt strangely intimate the thought of seeing his friend, dare he say best friend, in nothing more than your underwear while he tended to you.

He nodded robotically, and you yourself felt a little embarrassed that Mando would get a close-up view of your lingerie, even if it was politely. He could stare at the two mounds on your chest all he liked and you wouldn't know any different, what with him hiding behind that helmet of his. You stood, yanking your shirt up over your head only to feel a wet streak left on your cheek in its wake. Mando inhaled deeply, and you were about to tease him about his reaction were it not for the fact you realised it was because of the gaping hold near you collar bone.

"Stars, Ash" He said, looking at the oozing, nasty wound that had somewhat begun to stop bleeding thankfully, though it still left a patch of fresh red liquid around your chest. You sat down on the co-pilot chair, the child on the floor staring up at you quietly, as Mando unwrapped some surgical suture, and fiddled with a fresh needle. He handed you an antiseptic wipe to clean up the area and told you to compress the wound while he attempted to thread the needle.

"This isn't going to tickle is it?" You asked, dread gathering in your stomach at the thought of what was about to happen and to such a tender spot too. The Mandalorian shook his head, concentrating on the tiny eye that the thread seemed adamant to miss every time, and the thick leather gloves did him no help either. Din sighed, resting the needle down on his knee and yanking his gloves off, knowing they were only slowing him down and your wound needed treating now.

You took in a deep breath at the sight of his hands; huge, olive-skinned, and veins prominent over each digit. You hadn't been expecting to see any part of him ever, truth be known, but you knew from Shenzi that anything besides a Mandalorian's face was acceptable to reveal. Still a feeling close to butterflies lit your body on fire as he brought one of his large palms to hold your shoulder still. Your heart was beating rapidly, you could feel that much, and you just hoped that the Mandalorian didn't see the way your arms erupted in goosebumps despite the fact his hand was so warm as it engulfed your collar bone with the gentility of a child.

Your breath was in your throat as he moved closer, bringing his other uncovered hand holding the threaded needle up to your wound. Din felt his stomach twist excitedly when your cool breath fanned over his exposed hand gently, reminding him how close the two were in this situation.

"This is going to hurt," Din warned, watching you wince as he began to stitch up your deep injury. He tried to be tender, he really did, but there was only one way he could fix your up without bacta and this was it. He had quickly noted the multiple tattoos you had on your body and decided to try and take your mind off the obvious pain you were feeling. "What do your tattoos mean?"

You were caught off guard a little, trying so hard yourself to ignore the shooting pain from his movements, and took a deep breath to prepare yourself to speak through the discomfort.

"The names on my ribs, that’s my father and my brother," you explained, your eyes trailing over the Aurebesh symbols spelling out 'Obi-Wan' and 'Anakin'.

"I thought you said you only had a mentor at that place you grew up," Mando questioned, trying to keep you talking as the next few stitches would have to be deep.

"I did-" You stopped to grunt at the pain for a second, "He was my mentor but he was like a father to me. Same for Ani, he wasn't my real brother, but he was as good as. Obi-Wan raised him before he raised me. It was in our rules that you could only have one mentor to youngling at a time. When Ani became of age, he moved on to raise his own youngling and Obi-Wan began raising me."

"Was it like some sort of orphanage this place you lived in?" You laughed, knowing the details you had given didn't really make sense, and why would they? They were only half true.

"Kind of," You smiled at him sweetly, feeling his warm hand move slightly from your shoulder to pull the skin on your collar taught, and again you felt the flurry of warmth in your contact of human skin. The only time you had felt such a thing for the past twenty years was either the meaningless one night stands you would have with the barmen on Sorgan or the hard clash of a punch you found in an enemy. Nothing quite so tender as this, as him. "The Mythosaur skull was Shenzi. I wanted one as soon as I turned twenty. She’d been teaching me for a couple of years at that point and was adamant I should be one of you," You gasped as one particular stitch went a bit too close to a nerve making Mando slow down a little with his movements, "She used to call me her foundling,"

"What happened to her?" Din asked, taking his time with the remaining few stitches. He knew it was selfish as you were probably in a lot of pain but he loved hearing you speak so fondly about your past, you rarely opened up to each other this way. He too was enjoying the feeling of closeness today had brought, feeling his own heart pounding away at the feeling of your cool breath to his skin.

"Nothing, I just outgrew her. She was a cold woman. Though she cared for me, she didn't love me." You said, thinking about the raven black-haired woman who you hadn't seen in a few years, "Is that normal for Mandalorian's or was that just her?"

Din thought about it for a moment and, while they had certainly been more of the tough love kind of protectors, he definitely felt his own vod's [brothers/sisters] and cabur's [guardians] had loved him the way a family should have. Though he never saw their faces, they were his family, his aliit. "Aliit ori'shya tal'din", he remembered his cabur saying to him often.

Family is more than blood.

"No, they made sure I always knew that we were family, that we were a clan. Every foundling is sacred to them. They're the secret to our survival, and they are treated as such." You nodded, hearing the underlying passion in his words that he always got when he spoke of his people, you noted. You wondered if that's how you sounded when you spoke about the Jedi.

The pair of you were silent for a moment, Din finishing the remaining stitches and cutting the thread with his vibroblade effortlessly. He pulled out a bandage to wrap around your arm as it healed, the baby getting restless at the fact his protectors hadn't paid attention to him for the past fifteen minutes and begging to be picked up into your lap.

"What you had with Xi'an, was it-" You stopped yourself, thinking over your words carefully. You was treading on dangerous ground here, it was none of your business what the horrible Twi'lek woman had with the Mandalorian so you were careful not to let it slip just how much it bothered you at the idea of them together, "Is this a regular thing? You picking up women and traversing the galaxy?"

Mando stopped his movements of gently wrapping the fabric around your shoulder, meeting your curious eyes as best as he could through the darkened visor. Din swore, looking into your eyes which stared right back at him, that he could visit every planet in the galaxy and never find a hue quite like yours. You really were a beautiful woman, and he had no idea how he'd spent so long travelling the universe without finding someone or even something that compared to how you looked right now.

"Xi'an was just a workmate that kept the boredom at bay. Travelling with Ran was tedious at times and she happened to be there," Mando explained and your could do nothing but nod dumbly, your eyes trained on the child that seemed to sense the weird mix of jealousy and sadness you felt, "There was nothing about her that I wanted other than her company on a cold night,"

Din didn't understand why he felt he had to reassure you that he and the Twi woman were nothing more than an occasional body to find intimacy in. Even that was a push, they were both bored and using each other to keep the loneliness away. And you didn't know why you wanted him to either. You had only seen Mando as a friend the past few months you had known each other, but since Xi'an had mentioned their past it knocked your confidence at how different he saw you to other women, and made you feel inadequate. Like the pedestal you had put him on since that night you stayed in the barn on Sorgen with him was not returned. You could be a passing face, completely ordinary and temporary for all you knew.

He noticed your expression was still somewhat forlorn like your question hadn't properly been answered and so he continued.

"You think I just pick up every strange drunkard I meet in a bar and call them a friend, Ash?" Your head shot up at the soft way he said your fraud name like he was approaching a wild creature, before he delivered the killing blow.

"She wasn't special to me, not like you are. None of them mean to me what you do."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Experience

Chapter 8

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Warnings: Arguably public sex, Spanish I definitely butchered because I took a dead language instead of something useful back in school

“Goodbye, my precious boy,” you sniffle, kissing the top of Turnip’s head.

Brendon rubs your back. “Kala will take such good care of him.”

“I know,” you sob, holding Turnip tighter. “I’ll just miss him so much.”

“I know, love. Let it out, it’s okay,” Brendon soothes.

You bury your face in Turnip’s fur. “Turnip, I’ll be back so soon. Be good for Kala, but please don’t forget about me. I’ll always love you.”

Brendon wraps his arm around you, and you melt against his chest. “He is not going to forget about you. You’re his whole world. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“That’s true,” you hiccup before you snuggle into Turnip in silence for another minute.

“Y/n, I don’t want to rush you, but take-off is in two hours. We have to get going soon,” Brendon finally whispers.

You grit your teeth and compose yourself before handing Turnip, still drowsy from the Benadryl you gave him for the ride over, to Kala. “You read all of his care instructions?” you ask as Brendon hands you a tissue.

Kala nods. “Three times. And I have his food and treats and toys and litter box and water fountain. I will keep him as safe and happy and comfortable as possible.”

“Okay. Thank you. Text me if anything goes wrong.”

“Of course. But don’t worry, we’ll have such a fun time together.” Kala strokes Turnip’s back. “Won’t we, buddy?”

Turnip mewls sleepily in agreement. He would want you to have a fun trip. He likes Brendon, you remind yourself.

Brendon kisses Turnip’s head before kissing Kala’s cheek. “Thank you again, K.”

Kala waves Brendon off. “It’s really no problem. I need something to keep me occupied while Zack is off working hard.” She looks down at Turnip, switching to a baby voice. “And I heard Turnip is excellent at keeping the bed warm. Aren’t you, cutie pie?”

You giggle. “He is. Like a tiny, fluffy space heater.”

“See, guys? We’ll have a great time. Nothing to worry about.” Kala shepherds you out the door. “Now go catch that plane. Zack is about to honk at you guys, and that will definitely spook all the animals.”

“You’re not gonna go kiss your husband goodbye?” Brendon asks Kala.

“Nah, we goodbye more-than-kissed this morning,” Kala says, winking.

Brendon claps his hands over his ears. “And with that, we are leaving.” You laugh as you both hurry out the door.

“Bye, Kala!” You call back.

“Bye, guys! Have a safe trip! Tell Zack, if he cheats on me, I’ll cut his dick off!”

Brendon flinches, and you’re pretty sure Turnip does too. “Must you say that every time he leaves?” Brendon cringes.

“Absolutely.”

You and Brendon both slide into the backseat of Zack’s black SUV and shut the doors.

“Oh, so I’m your chauffeur?” Zack asks playfully as he pulls into the street.

You open your mouth to apologize, but Brendon takes your hand and squeezes it, letting you know not to take Zack’s teasing too seriously. “Uh. Yeah, bro. That’s literally in your job description. I only sit up front because I feel bad for you.”

“Fair point, fair point. Just no funny business back there, lovebirds.”

Brendon gasps in faux-offense. “I would never be untoward to such a charming lady,” he says, pecking your cheek.

Zack makes a fake gagging noise.

“Speaking of being untoward,” you pipe up. “Kala says not to cheat on her.”

“Or she’ll cut my dick off?”

“Yep,” you and Brendon say in unison.

“Oh good,” Zack says, and you can’t detect any sarcasm.

“Good?” You ask incredulously.

Now Brendon fake gags. “Ew, dude, do you have some kind of weird fetish for that?”

Zack chuckles. “No. I just like it when she says that. It means she still cares enough about me to cut my dick off.”

You smile. “Awww that’s actually sweet. In a messed up kind of way.”

Brendon leans forward and smacks the side of Zack’s arm. “Way to go, dude. Now Y/n’s gonna threaten to cut my dick off.”

You grab Brendon’s crotch gently and his cock twitches slightly even under your light touch. “Never. I like it too much for that.”

Zack fakes another retch. “Be careful or I’ll cut it off myself.”

You and Brendon both crack up before he leans in for an obnoxious kiss. You grasp the back of his head with one hand, keeping his mouth working against yours. You trail your other hand back down to the front of his pants, stroking him teasingly through them. His tongue licks around the entrance to your mouth, and you moan. “Wish your tongue was deep inside me,” you whine needily.

Zack clears his throat loudly, reminding you both of your audience. You quickly disentangle and slide to opposite sides of the backseat. You smooth your hair, trying to slow your breathing, while Brendon squeezes his eyes closed, and yanks his sweatshirt down over the front of his pants.

“Y/n, you are the sluttiest virgin I know,” Zack quips, and you catch Brendon’s nostrils flare. You quickly grab his hand like he grabbed yours earlier, squeezing his hand briefly.

“How many virgins do you know, Zack?” you retort.

“Too many to count,” Zack sighs. “They’re all in a groupchat together. The ones I like at least.”

“Oh. Ouch.”

“I mean I could add you, but there doesn’t seem to be much of a point since Brendon and I are about to sacrifice you to the chupacabra anyway.”

“Dude, she wasn’t supposed to know about that,” Brendon whispers.

“Oh. Right. Disregard all that.”

You giggle. “Isn’t that the goat-eating vampire monster?”

“Yeah. Every time Zack and I go to Mexico, we try to spot it,” Brendon explains.

“I swear to god, I saw it one time,” Zack attests, and Brendon rolls his eyes. This is clearly an argument they’ve had for years.

“You were tripping balls, dude. You did not see a chupacabra.” Brendon’s voice is getting louder, and you can tell he’s getting a little heated.

You shoot him a quick look and kiss his temple to calm him. “Well, I’ll keep my eyes peeled,” you say, shutting their argument down. You yawn. “Car rides make me sleepy,” you admit. “Wake me up when it’s time to get on the plane.”

•••

“I can’t believe you have a private jet,” you marvel, buckling your seatbelt on the plane. “Y’know, that’s very sexy.”

Brendon chuckles. “I do not have a private jet. My label does. I just get to use it for work sometimes.”

“Same difference,” you shrug, sipping the lemonade the flight attendant brought.

“Uh, very different.”

“Still sexy.” You lean in close. “You wanna join the mile high club?” you whisper playfully.

Brendon hangs his head. “Regrettably, I’ve been an ashamed member since 2006.”

You giggle. “Wanna renew your membership?” You wink.

Brendon pecks your cheek. “A, you are too good for plane sex; B, Zack is right there and so are two of my bosses; C, think about how many gross couples have had the exact same idea as you in this very seat.”

You cringe. “Ew, point taken.” You drop your voice even lower. “Guess I’ll just have to stay fucking wet for you until we get to the hotel then,” you breathe. You hadn’t intended to say or do anything legitimately sexy on the plane, but your playful teasing drew attention to the very real throbbing between your thighs. Just being near Brendon makes you ache for him.

Brendon shifts in his seat uncomfortably. You check to make sure Zack and the label execs are facing away from you, preoccupied with work, before you guide Brendon’s hand into your leggings. He presses firmly against your core with three of his fingers and you both stifle a gasp.

“You’re so wet,” he observes in shock.

You roll your hips forward in a slow circle. “Oh god. Your fingers feel so good.”

Brendon glances at the other people on the plane, still busy. He drapes a blanket over your lap and leans directly against your ear. “Think you can come like this?”

You inhale shakily. “I’m having a hard time not coming like this.”

Brendon slides your panties to the side, and strokes your clit slowly. You bite his shoulder to stifle any noises. “Good girl. Such a good girl, which is why it’s a shame I have to do this,” he says solemnly, pulling his hand out of your panties.

You stare at him in disbelief. “What? Brendon? No,” you whine, grabbing for his hand. He sucks his fingers into his mouth before clasping his hands together. “Why?”

He smiles at you, unclasping his hands to stroke your hair. “Y/n, you are never quiet when you come for me. You’re my best girl, but you are noisy. Also, we are in a tin can full of recycled air, I don’t want everyone to smell the sweetness dripping down your thighs after you’ve come hard from my fingers.” You and Brendon are both panting loudly now. “And lastly,” his voice drops, so it’s barely a whisper, “I’m so fucking hard right now, and if I can’t come, you can’t come, darling.”

Your eyes drop to his lap to see he’s not exaggerating. You squeeze the armrests until your knuckles are white. “You are a tease, Brendon Urie. A dirty, dirty tease.”

He kisses up your neck to your ear, and you squirm in your seat harder. “I know.”

•••

Brendon taps your arm, and you pull out your earbud. “We’re getting ready to land, sweet girl,” he tells you. “You wanna go over the itinerary for the week?”

“Yes please,” you say, relieved at having a plan laid out in front of you.

Brendon pulls out his phone and texts you his schedule for the week. “I have this evening and tomorrow morning off, so I thought we’d just crash at the hotel and order room service. Then tomorrow I’ll take you to eat shitty hotel breakfast to your heart’s content until I leave for merch meetings from noon to seven.”

“What should I do while you’re working?”

“Well, the resort has like 10 pools and it has beach access, so I recommend checking that out; you can work back up in the room if you’d like; you can watch TV all day and be a lazy lump. Oh! And there’s a few classes and activities I thought you’d be interested in!” He rummages through his bag and hands you a flier he hastily highlighted with things around the resort he thought you’d like.

You kiss his cheek. “Thanks, B.”

“Of course. And after I’m done for the day, I signed us up for some things to do together everyday.”

“That sounds great!”

Brendon grins, leaning in closer to you. “And by pure luck, I have Friday and Saturday off, so I think that’s when we should…” he trails off, biting his lip, but god, do you get the idea. “We can still do anything you want before then though, of course.”

“Yes. I want that. I want you,” you whine, nipping at his earlobe.

You reach between his legs, stroking up his thigh, and he inhales sharply. “Public, darling,” he reminds through clenched teeth. “You’re getting awfully close to my-” he chokes before you stroke his cock roughly through his pants. He groans, slumping forward, so his forehead is on your shoulder. “God, what is this?”

You place your lips right against his ear. “Payback,” you whisper before taking your hand off him.

•••

“¿Habla usted Inglés?” Brendon asks the cab driver on the way to the resort.

“Lo siento. No señor,” the man responds apologetically.

“No hay problema, mi amigo,” Brendon says back in what you’re sure must be broken Spanish. Brendon turns to you, grinning. “He doesn’t speak English. I can say whatever filthy thing I want to you for the next,” he checks his watch, ”20 minutes.”

You whine. “Brendon, don’t tease.”

Brendon reaches for your hand. “Fine, babygirl. I won’t.”

You squint at him suspiciously. “You won’t?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll behave myself. I won't tell you all about how as soon as we get checked in, I plan to bury my face in your pussy, and eat you out until you’re screaming my name.”

You glare at him.

“Or how I want to play with those perfect tits while I jerk myself off.”

“Brendon, stop,” you whimper, squeezing your thighs together.

Brendon smirks, but you continue to glower at him, unamused. “Okay, okay I’ll stop for real this time.”

You sigh in relief. “Thank you.”

“I just want you to be ready, sweet girl.” He winks.

“Believe me, I’m ready. I’ve been ready,” you assure him, and Brendon bites back a moan as you spread your legs and surreptitiously place his hand on your inner thigh.

“Oh, you’re utterly soaked, love.”

You angle your hips, so his fingers are pressed directly onto your drenched leggings, and he can feel your cunt quivering and throbbing for him to touch you. “I am absolutely dripping wet,” you confirm. “I need you, B, and if you keep teasing me, I will tear off these pants and rub against your hard cock right in this car,” you snap quietly.

Brendon raises his eyebrows. “That’s supposed to deter me?”

“No, but imagining the headline, ‘Former Emo Star Arrested for Public Indecency in Mexico,’ might.”

Brendon sighs. “Yeah, a little,” he concedes.

You peck his cheek. “And if that doesn’t work, think about the constant interview questions about your sex life after that news hits.”

He cringes. “I will be a perfect chaste angel for the rest of the car ride,” he promises. “…until we get to the hotel room, and I absolutely wreck you,” he mutters under his breath. You smack the side of his arm, and he throws his hands up in surrender. “That’s it, darling. You won’t hear another peep from me.”

Brendon, shockingly, keeps his promise, and the rest of the ride passes by in a blur. Brendon pays the cab driver, puts on his backpack, and grabs your suitcase before tucking you into the crook of his arm to walk into the resort.

“You don’t have a suitcase?” you ask him.

“Nah, I’m good at traveling light. Plus our suite has a washer and dryer.”

“Ooo we got a suite?”

“I figured you’d want your own space to decompress. Just in case.”

“Oh, B. You didn’t have to do that. I’ll pay you back for the extra cost of the room.”

He smooches your temple. “Absolutely not. You will let me spoil you, baby.”

You giggle. “Oh, fine.”

“Thank you.”

You walk to the check-in desk together, and Brendon squeezes you close to him.

Brendon and the man behind the front desk exchange small talk before you hear Brendon say, “Checking in for Boyd.” The man hands Brendon your room keys, and you head to the elevator.

The doors close, and you turn to Brendon. “Boyd?”

“My middle name. If I put Urie down, it’d be a safety risk.”

You nod understandingly. “Ah, that makes sense. I was worried you were catfishing me. Boyd is such an unsexy name. It’s no wonder you’d want to cover it up; no one would fuck you if they had to moan ‘Boyd.’”

“Hey! My dad’s name is Boyd! And I had to get here somehow!”

You wince. “Nope, enough talking about your parents like that.”

Brendon chuckles. “Parents are people too, y’know. My mom taught me about sex after I walked in on her and my dad.”

You plug your ears. “Nope, too much information. I’m suddenly jealous of Kala, who only has to deal with texts about your pooping routine.”

“Everyone poops, y/n,” Brendon defends himself.

You roll your eyes. “True, but not everyone takes such delight in talking about it.”

You and Brendon both giggle at each other. “I feel like I’m doing a bad job at foreplay right now,” he admits, finally showing some shame.

Your face softens. “Well you’re in luck because I’ll have to shower before you go down on me, so you’ll have a chance to seduce me after all,” you assure him.

Brendon grins, walking forward to pin you against the wall of the elevator. “Is this an invitation?”

You kiss him. “You’re always invited, silly. You know that.”

The elevator dings, and the door opens. Brendon takes your hand. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go clean up.”

You hurry together through the hallway before you get to your door. Brendon fumbles with the room key while you bounce on your toes excitedly. He grins at you. “Excited, love?”

“Extremely, although,” your eyes settle on Brendon struggling with the key card, “you’re having an awfully hard time inserting one thing into another. Doesn’t give me a lot of confidence in your sexual prowess.”

With that, Brendon slots the card into the door successfully and opens the door. “Allow me to restore your faith in me then,” he says, leading you inside.

Your nostrils flare and you kick the door closed behind you. “Please,” you whine, pressing your body against his and clasping your hands together around the back of his neck.

Brendon’s hands creep up your ass before he slips his thumbs under your waistband. “Can I?”

Your mouth goes dry, and you nod quickly against his lips.

He shoves your leggings and panties down before he hesitantly parts from your heated embrace to pull off your shirt and sports bra. You yank off his hoodie and undo his jeans so they hang open.

You crash your lips against him, shuffling to the bathroom together. “God, you’re so fucking hard, Brendon,” you moan.

“You turn me on so much,” he gasps as you rub against him. “You get me so hard, darling.” Brendon backs you into the shower and turns the water on, continuing to kiss you.

“Brendon, you’re getting your jeans all wet,” you giggle. You’re away from the spray, but some water is getting on his body.

Brendon nips at your lips. “My sweet girl already succeeded in getting my jeans all wet,” he says, sliding his hand between your bodies to stroke along your cunt. You tip your head back against the shower wall as spikes of pleasure shoot through your body.

“C’mon, B, don’t stop,” you plead.

“I won’t,” he promises. “Gonna take care of my girl.” Brendon pushes two fingers slowly inside you, crooking his fingers forward while he circles your clit with his thumb. “Good girl,” he praises before a loud knock interrupts your heated frenzy. Brendon growls before he pulls away from you apologetically.

“No,” you whine. “Brendon please. I need you.”

Brendon places a kiss on your sweaty forehead and gently takes his fingers out of you. “Darling, it’s probably Zack. He knows not to interrupt unless it’s important.”

“He could send a text,” you grumble.

Brendon smiles at you soothingly. “I will be right back. Finish your shower.” He sucks his fingers into his mouth before adjusting himself as best as possible and leaving the bathroom.

Your whole body trembles as you move under the massive rainhead to rinse off the sweat and germs of traveling.

You hear Brendon jerk open the front door. “What?” he barks, clearly showing the frustration he was trying to hide from you.

“Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to cockblock you,” Zack chuckles, likely noticing Brendon’s semi-nudity.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now get on with it. What do you want?”

Zack lowers his voice, and you only catch fragments of the conversation.

“-sick-”

“-video calls?- dragged my girlfriend all the way to Mexico!- absolutely not!- tell Pete- home as soon as possible-”

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger- three days-”

“Fine. I’ll tell Y/n- thanks, man.”

The door slams, and Brendon materializes back in the bathroom a moment later. You flinch despite yourself, not wanting to be around Brendon if he’s angry. To your relief, Brendon doesn’t seem too upset, and he calms considerably as soon as he sees you. “Hey, baby,” he greets softly as he sheds his pants. “Sorry, if I got a little intense with Zack, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You grab his hand and pull him into the shower with you. “You don’t have to coddle me, B. I’m alright.”

“I know.” He kisses down your neck. “But I’m your lover. I want to take care of you just like you take care of me.”

“Mmm I like that answer,” you moan, tipping your head to the side to give him better access. “What was all that with Zack though?”

“Well,” Brendon pauses, “I have good news and bad news.”

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