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While he had let you get away with it the first couple of times, Amir was anything but stupid. When you asked to stay under the covers the first time you both made love, he assumed you were just nervous. He agreed and slipped under the duvet with you. When you brought up blindfolds, he thought you were spicing it up a bit. 

He started to get tipped off to what was going when you seemed to avoid any situation that allowed him to see you fully. He was hesitant to bring it up. He never wanted to push you, but it was killing him to think you were so insecure about how your body looked. He kept quiet.

Until you asked him to turn all the lights out before he bedded you. He paused in the doorframe and stared at you, thick eyebrows pinched together in vexation. 

Amir huffed loudly, arms crossing over his chest. "Why?"

"Why?" you echoed, feeling small under the scrutiny of his glare. You felt judged, but not in the way you feared it. You felt him picking you apart under his gaze, ripping into your insecurity and discomfort.

"Yes, why?" He passed the room's threshold and closed the door behind him, leaning against it while he waited for you to explain yourself to him. "Why do you keep asking me to blind myself?" 

Dramatic, yes, of course he was, but he was extremely serious.

You bit your lip. You knew that if you told him your were dissatisfied with how you looked, he'd be more offended than anything else. You also knew that if you lied, he would be able to see right through you. You were torn.

"Well?" he asked, impatiently pouting while he waited for an answer.

Might as well be truthful, you thought. Huge mistake on your part.

Your cheeks were uncomfortably smushed at this point. It started to hurt a bit, but the pleasure you were getting made it worth it. 

"Who's that pretty girl I see?" Amir adjusted your face again, keeping your eyes firmly trained on your reflection in the mirror in front of you. His hand kept your cheeks squished together, lips poured out. "Go on. Pretty girls deserve to be kissed, right?"

You shuddered as he pressed you forward with his weight, cock pushing into the hilt, making you kiss your own reflection. You would feel embarrassed being bent over on the floor and forced to stare at yourself if it didn't feel so good. Your eyes dipped upwards on the mirror to look at Amir. He was completely invested in you, eyes boring into the back of your head and your reflection.

"Unh-uh," he corrected you again, tilting you head forward. "Don't look at me. Look at yourself."

You did. You cringed slightly at the sight. You looked a mess. Hair out of place, drool pricking the sides of your lips, eyes glazed over. Your tits and tummy jiggled beneath you with each of Amir's thrusts. 

"Fucking gorgeous," he said with a deep groan, fingers running through your hair and gently gripping a handful. He noticed the slight grimace on your face. "Why must you do this to me, azizam? Don't you know how rejecting your own beauty hurts me so?"

You felt a hint of guilt creep up on you, but your self-consciousness was a strong barricade. 

When it comes to the Hanks, it was difficult to predict what would happen and when. There was never a moment when you were left alone, with five lovers you were constantly busy with at least one of them if not all five.

which is how you ended up here, laying back on your bed, fingers tangled in hank 2’s hair as his tongue dips deep into your sex, nose nudging at your clit. Your back arching as four more sets of eyes watch you fall apart due to their friends' ministrations.

You can’t help your hazy eyes drift over to hank 5, and how pretty he looks fisting his cock watching the scene in front of him. And just like hank 5, the other four were doing just the same, but before you could distract yourself more with your other lovers, hank 2’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking as two fingers slip into your warm heat.

You cry out in pleasure, looking down at him as your thighs trap his head right where he wanted to be, face and fingers stuffed against your sopping cunt. his tongue speeds up, lapping at your clit as the two fingers curl so deliciously in your tight hole.

Only a few moments later your high comes crashing down on you, the haze of pleasure making your eyelids stick together as various groans echo through the room. You couldn’t tell what was happening until you were face down on the bed, the tip of one of your lovers cocks slowly slipping into your hole.

You must have been squirming away, or whining in protest, cunt still sensitive, but you were quickly hushed, a hand lifting your head up. Your hazy eyes meet a bundle of bright orange hair and a cute pale face dusted with red.

“you can take it baby, i know you can do it. be so good for us mkay? can you do that for us?”

You must nod along to his words cause in a moment, what seemed to be hank 1’s cock presses into your cunt, a squelching noise followed by a deep moan from the man behind you. You follow suit, a whine leaving your lips as you nuzzle your cheek into a plush thigh, most likely one of your boyfriends sitting there to comfort you.

An embarrassing echo of your sloppy cunt getting fucked echo’s throughout the room, the feeling of hank filling you so well, his cock long and thick, a perfect length and width to press into all your good gummy spots.

You don’t know how many times you cum, mind filled with pleasure and love for these five adventurous lovers to count. Positions flip multiple times, a cock placed in between your lips followed by a gentle rocking of his hips as to not hurt you.

God you loved them.

they were so gentle with you, bringing you to the brink over and over again while also filling you up with their own love. you couldn’t ask for more, or anything better.

But after some point, your body covered in sticky sweat and other fluids, you find yourself laying against a chest, resting in the bathtub as the shower next to you runs.

“hey lovely, glad you could join us.” You hear and feel a chuckle from behind you, glancing up to find hank 3 bathing with you. You smile, bright and happy, a content feeling washing over you as you see your other three boyfriends taking turns showering, the fourth one curled up on the other end of your bathtub, smiling dorkily at you.

You were in love with your hangers, your boys.

Dorian

He’s most likely going to be the initiator, especially after you’re both in a relationship. He is still hesitant with his boundaries not really being respected in his previous relationships, but when he’s all in on you when the relationship starts, he will willingly give himself to you, fully trusting of you. No questions asked, he knows you’ll respect his decisions, and that means more than the world to him. Which, in turn, makes him more inclined to initiate sexual or romantic encounters.

Every time you brush up against Dorian when walking around the house, throwing him a wink when you do so… to say he’s turned on would be an understatement. He’s relatively easy to rile up when he feels secure in your relationship.

Once he realizes how much you squirm when he talks real close to your ear, it’s over. He won’t stop doing it, he’ll be hips flush against each other kinda deep inside of you, not moving, just teasing you by talking breathlessly into your ear, “You like that feeling, love? Want more?” when you whine out his name, too sensitive to speak properly, he just chuckles and that makes you shiver; much to his delight. Though, every time you do shiver, moan or whine you can feel his cock throb inside you, his breathing gets jagged, and his self-control gets that much closer to cracking. 

Durable. Actually loves cock-warming but gets impatient when you won’t stop squirming on his lap so, he holds you by the waist and fucks into you with almost all the strength he can muster, you’re a delicate thing compared to him after all; whatever your size may be. He can hold off on an orgasm just fine, just so you can cum before him, it feeds his ego like you wouldn’t believe. Making you cum before him is a must, you’ll cum at least 2 times before he even thinks of letting that tight knot snap and fill you up in every way possible. He’s a patient man, he’ll wait for hours if it means you’ll be a crying mess under him.

This man loves getting his dick sucked. Whichever Dorian. Though front door Dorian seems to be exceptionally sensitive compared to others. You’ve never seen him so flushed as he is when his dick is in your mouth. You looking up at him with those pretty eyes has his dick harder than he ever thought possible. It’s sort of this rush of power too, like you’re his owner, practically his boss, and here you are, his dick in your mouth and moaning for him to cum down your throat- it makes him cum embarrassingly fast.

Whenever you’re naked in the shower or your room, he has to do everything to hide his very obvious boner from the other objects around. Especially if you, unknowingly so, accidentally brush up on him just as you’re out of the shower? God, he’d never think about neglecting his duty, but you’re wearing his patience thin.

A lover at heart. Loves foreplay, but he’s just been so deprived of you all this time that he’s yearning heart and body just can’t help but pounce on you with every opportunity you present him with. Be open with him, even if your shyness kills you, tell him to fuck you ‘till you’re crying, tell him to fill you up so fucking full that it gushes out of you with every thrust— directness turns him on so much.

Loves seeing you all tied up and pathetically helpless— completely at his mercy. He’s been the one protecting you all this time without faltering for a second, so you willing to be the most vulnerable you can be consciously with him, he can’t help but feast on every breath, every shiver and every moan you let out.

The biggest freak is trap door Dorian though, without a doubt. He’s never seen you half naked, let alone fully naked. When you show yourself to him for the first time, all the blood rushed to his dick, and he has to keep his composure. Though, his flushed face and breathless tone of voice really don’t help to hide it. Worships your body like it’s an art piece, loves playing with your nipples the most, though. Just the way you squirm and your hold on his hair tightens makes him groan with that husky voice of his.

I think the en suite Dorian (bedroom bathroom Dorian), loves a handjob more than anything else. Loves watching the way your fingers play with and tease his dick to hardness, the same fingers that touch him every day without thought working to make him cum? Ultimate fantasy of his, actually.

The one that wants to fuck you ‘till you forget your own name is bedroom door Dorian. He has seen you in your most vulnerable states, every whimper that you let out when you’re masturbating just gets his whole body so hot he has to stop himself from replacing your fingers with his own or his mouth. When given the green light, he won’t let you go until you’re a crying, full-with-cum mess. His thrusts are deep, cock head brushing against your sweet spot non-stop, making your vision dance with stars as he grunts and nibbles on your ear. His hands will massage your ass and thighs as he’s fucking into you, too, a grounding touch helping you to not zone out and feel everything that he’s doing to you.

Aftercare? He will do his best, and he is amazing at it! He will hold you in his arms, his scent developing your senses as he peppers kisses along your back and nape, his hands massaging your hips and ass non-stop as he asks you if you want water or if you want him to clean you up right away. Very considerate of your needs, 10/10. 

Doug

Do not be fooled by the way he talks and how he speaks, this man is all in on for being dominated. Though he prefers to say, “making him your bitch”, it’s the same thing anyway.

Horny for you 24/7, literally always ready if you are. When he sees that look in your eyes and how your tone changes when you speak to him, he already popped a boner.

Insatiable freak, loves going at it for round after round, for hours and hours. Tie him up and milk his cock with your mouth, hand or hole, make him a mess, and he’ll thank you for it, call him a good boy, and he’ll cum on the spot.

Tie him up and shove his cock down your throat, slap his thigh when he can’t help but thrust his hips up into the tight heat of your mouth- the way your tongue drags over that one vein on his dick makes him moan out your name and his thighs stiff up with self-control as he tries to just not fuck your face ‘till he paints your mouth white.

Loves picking you up and cornering you by pressing your back to the wall you keep looking at when you want to meet him, he just wants to fuck your brains out in the place you first met! Isn’t that romantic?

When you two first have sex, he’ll try to have this nonchalant attitude, but it crumbles easily when you moan his name so lovingly as he’s fingering you open to take his cock. Despite how he comes across at first he really is careful with you, he knows he is way stronger than you, so he tries to relax the hold he has on your hips as you’re riding him with that lovesick look on your face that has his cock throb and leak pre inside you.

His biggest fantasy is you being on your phone as he’s fucking you, maybe playing your favorite game, trying to win a match or trying to progress as every thrust just shakes or makes you shiver. He’d tell you to go on, you can’t cum if you don’t achieve your objective, he’ll fill you however times he wants, you can cry and beg however long you want, you aren’t cumming ‘till you complete that objective.

Loves taking you by the chin after he just came in your mouth, tells you to open up and feels his cock get full on hard again just at the sight of you with your tongue—covered in his cum— out, tugs you closer and bends down to kiss you, sucking on your tongue and tasting himself as he groans into your mouth. Your little shivers just spur him on more.

Ride him and tell him he isn’t allowed to cum ‘till you tell him to. When he inevitably fails to do so, he just can’t help it, the way you squeeze down on his dick like you’re trying to milk him out of every last drop is hard to resist for a being like him, overstimulate him and don’t get off of his dick ‘till he’s crying and begging you to stop and keep going at the same time.

He does jerk off, a lot. Especially to the photos of you, hell even when you’re just moving around the house, and he catches a glimpse of your armpits, inner thighs or your nipples? He’s stroking his dick and will take a video for you to show t to you later, he is shameless about anything to do with sex.

Aftercare? Well he doesn’t like to clean himself up right away, especially if it’s after a particularly long session, he’ll take a photo of his dick now covered in cum, he’ll take a photo of your sex and your whole body to jerk off to later and admire, then you’ll get to aftercare. He tries when he’s with you, but you’re going to be the one that ultimately takes acre of him, if you’re genuinely so tired out he will do his best, although stiff, he is trying his best.

Dunk

For the love of all things holy, be straightforward as you can with this man. He is great at sex, but he is bad at picking up innuendos and hints.

Will worship your body no matter how you look like or how you weigh, he is in love with you, in awe of you, he’ll kiss along your back, down your chest and your inner thighs all the while murmuring about how perfect you feel against him, how his skin on yours makes everything feel electric.

He feels the same rush he has when he’s trying out a new sport as he’s having sex with you, that makes you an addiction he’ll never want to put down.

The way you slam your hips against his when he’s being a little too gentle, and you just want him to fuck your brains out. Oh, he can do that, very well. His favorite position to turn you into a blabbering mess is full nelson, the way he can just fuck into you and feel your every moan and groan on his chest as his dick hits that sweet spot over and over again while you’re crying out his name is nothing short of an addicting adrenaline rush.

He also loves the mating press, just any position where he can use his weight and stamina to fuck into you, feel everything your body has to offer as you sing his praises with loud moans and cries of his name, fuck he can’t get enough. Maybe ask him about why he loves it when you use that fitness ball. It can’t be possibly because he can just feel every second of your crotch, ass, and thighs rubbing against him, sometimes even with your full weight? Of course not(!)

Loves giving oral pleasure the most, actually; take a fist full of his hair—what you presume that is, anyway—and thrust into his mouth/grind your sex down on his mouth. He loves being used for your pleasure, the fact that he is so durable that hours of sex won’t wear him down makes him the perfect toy to fuck yourself with.

He cums a lot, and I mean, a lot. He has to thrust at least six more times as he’s cumming inside you just to ride it out, even as it’s gushing out of you and making a mess. Will be licking your sex clean off of any cum, yes he will ask to make out, yes he wants you to suck on his tongue and taste both of you.

Loves a strip tease, too. Whether he does it or you, loves to watch you more actually, especially if you’re visibly aroused, his mouth always starts watering when your underwears finally off.

Dry humper. Loves to grind down on you, feel you squirm and beg for him to just touch you, loves to feel how your thighs tense as you cum just from humping him;

If you’re AMAB, he will purposefully grind down his hard-on on yours, just to feel it twitch and throb against his own. Will tease you if he sees the evidence of pre-cum already leaking, as if his dick isn’t wet already from his.

If you’re AFAB, he loves to just grind down ‘til he can feel the wetness through the fabric, rubbing against you just so that his boner presses down anywhere close to your clit to watch you shiver.

NSFW Headcanons: (Now stay with me here, this man is a FREAK and you can't tell me otherwise.)

Praise Kink Hall of Famer: Everything is a cheer session. “You’re takin’ me so good, baby.” “Look at you—MVP of my heart.” “Fuck, your body’s my favorite sport.”

Built Like a Tank, Fucks Like One Too: He’s big. Thick. Always stretching you just a little too wide—but slow at first, always checking you're good before he starts really moving. He’s the type to leave you shaking and full.

Loves When You Wear His Gear: Especially his knee pads or sweatbands. Sees you in just his jersey and malfunctions. Will bend you over the nearest bench like a post-game press conference doesn’t exist.

Very Loud. And Very Into Yours: Grunts. Growls. Whispers “so fuckin’ hot” into your neck. But the thing that gets him off? Hearing you. The more noise you make, the more unhinged he becomes.

Into Overstimulation, But In A Loving Way: The kind to go multiple rounds and keep you in his lap, whispering, “You can give me one more, right?” while rubbing slow, lazy circles over your most sensitive spot.

Dom With a Sub Braincell: Will absolutely rail you senseless while calling you “coach.” Has no shame in begging for a taste, going down on you like it’s his pre-game meal. Big tongue. Big effort. Always finishes the job.

also did I forget to mention dunk is 1000% an ass over tits man, He lives for standing behind you while you squat, pretending it’s about your “form,” but his hands are already on your hips, eyes locked in. And don’t even get him started on the treadmill—he’ll suddenly “need” to stretch right behind you, pretending to tie a shoe while blatantly enjoying the view.

“Th-this is where you’re weak, right?” Dunk’s voice cracks—deep and guttural, like he’s just fumbled the ball and liked it.

You don’t answer. Can’t. Not when he’s got you pressed chest-down on your yoga mat, sweat-slick and trembling, your legs splayed as wide as they’ll go under the strong, caging weight of his body. He’s got one bulky arm laced around your midsection, the heel of a calloused palm pinning your wrist above your head, and the other hand—

Fuck, that hand is dragging your hips back like he’s trying to line you up for a perfect field goal.

The blunt head of his cock nudges your entrance, flushed hot and slick from everything he's already done to you—stretching, teasing, edging with his stupid mouth full of praise and filth.

“Right here,” he pants, his cleats digging into the floor as he jerks forward and shoves the thick, veiny length of himself into you in one slow, spine-bending thrust.

“Oh fuck–mmghhh!” Your mouth falls open, drool stringing from your lips into the mat below. “D-Dunk—right there!”

“Right there, huh?” he grunts, voice all hoarse and starved and dripping heat. He braces one elbow—elbow skate grinding against the mat—and slams into the same spot again. “This your weak spot? Right where you get all soft and squishy f’me?”

You choke out a whimper, body locking up, toes curling in your socks.

And Dunk groans like a man in his prime scoring the winning goal in triple overtime. “Shit, yeah. You’re clutch, baby. Makin’ me feel like a fuckin’ champion.”

He’s not subtle. He never is. Every thrust is a penalty-worthy foul, full-body and brutal—his padded hips hammering into your ass with a wet, smack! of skin on skin, the seams of his football-textured pants brushing your thighs raw.

And you love it. You’re taking him like a champ, brain turning to static, vision sparking with every drag of his cock along your g-spot.

“So good,” he growls, low and rough in your ear. “So tight. Taking me like this? You were made for me—swear to God. Can feel you tryin’ to pull me back in every time I leave. Mmmph—don’t worry, I ain’t going anywhere.”

His fingers twist in your shirt collar—yanking you halfway up, arching your spine so he can get even deeper, stretch you out more, ruin you. His mouth is right at your ear now, warm breath ragged as he growls out praises like a dirty coach from hell.

“You’re doing so fuckin’ good. I mean, look at you. You’re—shit—you’re beautiful like this. Sloppy, sweatin’, fuckin’ perfect.”

The sound you make is more animal than human, all heat and overwhelmed bliss.

“S-slow down,” you whine, even though your hips are moving to meet him. “It’s too—too much—”

“Oh no, no no.” Dunk chuckles, deep and mean and amused. “We don’t quit halfway through a workout, sweetheart.”

Then he slams into you again. Hard. Vicious. Filthy.

You nearly scream, forehead digging into the mat, tears dripping freely now.

He leans down, mouth pressing at the back of your neck, lips brushing the sweat there. “One more set, baby. Just one more. And then I’ll let you cool down on my chest. Promise.”

And when you finally come—crying out like you just crossed the finish line of a marathon, your whole body twitching under him—he follows with a growl that sounds more like a war cry than a moan, spilling deep inside you and holding you there, locked to his body like a medal he refuses to take off.

Afterward, you’re a pile of boneless mush sprawled across his sweaty chest, legs still twitching. He strokes your back with gentle fingers, breath slowing.

“That,” he whispers, brushing his stubbled jaw against your temple, “was the best cardio I’ve had in years.”

You murmur something incoherent.

He grins. “No bummers allowed, remember?”

Thinking abt fucking Kurt while he's talking to people in vc of the game he's playing. He's sitting in your lap, your cock inside of him, and he's trying to focus on the game. He doesn't want the people he's playing with to be pissed at him for losing because of him, but he still can't fully pay attention.

Occasionally, you thrust upwards, or snake a hand under his shirt to pinch one of his nipples, and he desperately holds back a moan so the others don't hear him. He's biting down on his lip, hard, as it gets harder and harder for him to be quiet. He swears you just like to see him suffer, and he gently grinds back against your cock.

Maybe he'll let out a loud whimper on accident, and have to play it off as a sound of frustration, though, it could actually be one, since he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't rather have you pounding his insides than play a video game with some random people yelling at him to get better at the game.

Eventually, his mind might just go completely blank, and he begs you to just fuck him, to stop teasing him and just use him until he cries.

The game is completely forgotten as soon as you push him up against his desk and fuck his brains out, and as his moans fill the room, neither of you even remember that he's unmuted the whole time while he groans and cries out your name.

Honestly, you thought you would spend the day at home today, it was finally your day off for the week, but you're not complaining about any of that, you just didn't expect to have a Japanese guy at your door at 5pm on a Sunday.

“Let’s stop right here, otherwise we’ll spend half an hour just deciding where to eat.” He says as the two of you approach one of the tables in the food court. "Let me order and pay for the food."

You sit right there and turn to Daisuke. "You can order the same thing you order for me too, but I want the large portion of fries and a... Vanilla milkshake with dulce de leche." You explain what you want and Daisuke nods, soon moving away from the table where you were.

Quite a gentleman you would say.

Daisuke was that friend you could call to do anything and if he was free he would accept right away, It's no wonder that last week you and he were at the hospital because you asked him to go with you, but it was only you who was going to have a blood exam.

But you would say he was more frequent at your house than you were at his, probably because you lived alone now and he was still in the process of getting a job as far as you knew.

He was a little insecure and nervous when it came to the future and getting a job, but you knew he would get it, Daisuke is amazing even at what he's not good at.

Yes, your friend was the best of the best for you, he always will be.

"Earth calling, hello hello?" You wake up from your trance and realize that your friend and the food have arrived. "Are you okay? I thought about leaving you there to think and stealing some of your fries, but then you started staring too much at the kid at the other table."

"I was staring at someone and you didn't tell me right away?!" You feel embarrassed that you possibly stared into the soul of a random child. "And you were still going to steal my fries"

"No no no. I said I thought that, I didn't say I was actually going to do that, it was just a thought." He defends himself as he eats the burger he had ordered.

"Oh, sure, sure." You don't waste much time grumbling and start eating too.

Moments like these are the ones you always keep in your memory. You are not a person who takes pictures of the moments you go out with your friends, you prefer to enjoy yourself without stopping to take pictures, although sometimes you wish you had a memory of days like those.

Honestly, you didn't remember how you met Daisuke, you just know that you've known him for about 4 years. It doesn't matter, he saw you and decided that you would be his friend and it ended up working out.

(At least that's how he explained how you became friends)

Your vacation would be in about 3 weeks, you were thinking about taking a trip with your family and your friend's family. It wasn't a bad idea, his mother and his mother got along well after all.

"Remember that girl from our school? The one who sat behind you in class?" He asks after taking a sip of his milkshake.

"A red-haired girl?" You ask and Daisuke nods. "Yes, I remember, it's hard to forget that girl." You roll your eyes with a smile.

"So.." He pauses to chew and swallow the burger. "She got married last week."

You choke a little on your milkshake. "SHE got married?? Last week??"

You and he spend another 2 hours at the mall, talking and taking the opportunity to buy some things for yourselves. It was a quieter day than you expected, but those trips to the mall always left you sleepy afterwards.

The Uber parks right in front of your house and you both get out of the car after paying. You just want to relax now and have some peace for the night.

After passing through and locking the door, you throw yourself onto the couch along with the shopping bag you were holding.

"You get tired really quickly, you know?" Daisuke says with a disapproving look. "I think I'll go home, it's a little late."

"Aaahh, I already locked the door now, just tell your mom that you're going to sleep here tonight" You say simply as you settle into the couch, stretching a little.

"Sleeping here tonight... You make dinner then, I'll call her now" He says as he goes to a corner of the house where he can't hear the future noise of the pots.

Honestly, you didn't know how he was still hungry, but you didn't complain. Maybe Stroganoff with rice and straw potatoes would be good for dinner today.

Now you two were having dinner on the couch, watching a random movie while chatting a little about anything. You decided to tell him what you were thinking about for your work vacation.

"My vacation is in 3 weeks and I was thinking about going to the beach together, you know? My family and yours. It's been a while since we've all been out together."

And then there was silence, except for the noise of the movie playing on the TV. You didn't know why it was so silent, but you didn't like it.

"... I got accepted into a job." He says with a little trepidation, but direct.

"Oh.. That's actually good!" You feel relieved and you laugh, you weren't expecting that. "I'm happy for you! We can go to the beach when you have time off or vacation then!"

"That's the problem.. I'm going to be gone for a whole year and maybe a little longer sometimes." And then his smile fades and his expression of relief disappears as well. "It's a company that transports cargo in... Space, Pony Express if I'm not mistaken"

It was a small thing, but that small thing is huge. You think you've heard about this company at some point in your life, but you weren't sure.

These things were quite common nowadays, so it wouldn't be hard for you not to have heard of some of these companies... or corporations?? I don't know, you don't care so much about the right way to call it.

"Oh.. That... That's new.." You say trying to process and organize the information. "That's great! I'm happy for you!" You say a little more excitedly, placing your now empty plate of food beside you.

"Yeah hehe.. Thanks" He says a little embarrassed and also puts the plate aside.

"Among the stars up there, is it?" You say thoughtfully. "When you get back, you'll tell me what it's like up there."

"Of course I will, but I don't know what could be so cool about a dark place with lots of white dots" Daisuke says genuinely confused.

"Oh, I think it's cool, I don't know what could be really cool either, but I like the idea!" You say feeling slightly attacked.

"If you say so" He laughs and rolls his eyes.

That night you asked (forced) your friend to wash the dishes while you pulled the mattress from your bedroom to the living room. Daisuke moves around a lot sometimes when he's sleeping, so letting him sleep on the couch wouldn't be the best idea, so you're the one who's going to sleep on the couch and he's going to sleep on the mattress on the floor.

"I wish I could sleep all day tomorrow.." You complain after throwing yourself on the couch, your pillow and blanket already on it.

"You're really lazy sometimes, you know that? But this time I'll take it off because you work." He throws a pillow in your face and laughs.

"You'll start to understand me when you start working." You reciprocate by throwing the pillow at him now. "Although it might even be peaceful in space" On reflection you can't find a right answer, but you were more inclined to believe that it would be peaceful and quiet.

"I don't even want to think about it too much, I start in two days" He mumbles and yawns, turning to the other side to soon fall asleep.

"And then I'm the lazy one who gets tired quickly. Soon you'll see what it's like to be really tired." You say as you look at your friend lying on the mattress, yawning soon after.

"There's no way I could be as lazy as you." He says in a loud whisper.

"Yes yes.. Just don't forget about me while you work there" Your tone changes from playful to more sincere. Being away from your best friend for so long is weird. You don't like it.

"You know that this is humanly impossible. I should be the one telling you this! Now lay your head down and go to sleep." He complains before he actually starts to fall asleep. You just laugh and agree, falling asleep too.

In the morning he went home after having coffee at his house. Daisuke explained to you that the next day he would be heading to work and that he would miss you, he hugged you, he cried a little.

Your friend might be a crybaby at times, but you wouldn't expect your eyes to water afterwards.

You remember it as if it were today, the day you said goodbye, you just didn't know it would be forever. You regret not having enjoyed that day more.

It had been 6 years since Tulpar, the ship Daisuke was on, had embarked into space, and today it had been 2 years since the ship had been found.

Only the captain was alive, the rest of the crew dead. It was reported how the crew had died, but nothing shown, obviously.

Daisuke's face had an axe cut mark in the middle of his face, his body had some serious injuries. That's what was said about it.

You regret not telling him how you felt.

What had you done to deserve this? Years of work thrown away with a single action and you don't even know why it was all thrown down the drain without any prior warning.

You loved him like never before, your days with him meant much more than all the work you had in this place.

The layoff was already a problem, but this was beyond what you could handle in the future. If there even was a future.

The tears fell and you felt yourself slowly going crazy. The captain was out of the game now and in his absence they put Jimmy as an anesthetic for the immense despair in everyone on that ship, but it didn't work at all, it was the calm before the storm.

Anya looked as uncomfortable about it as anyone on that ship. Having Jimmy as captain was stressful, to say the least.

You and the others came to a silent agreement about the now captain. He was as cowardly as anyone there, but he was still second in command.

"What do we do next?" You ask, taking a deep breath, wiping your tears on the sleeve of your uniform.

"I don't know, but his painkillers will run out at some point." Anya also looked apprehensively at the captain's situation.

At the same time that you felt anger and disappointment, you also felt worry and uncertainty, you still loved him. The story made sense to some extent, but it didn't match the captain you knew.

"You.. You know how I feel about this, I think it's the right thing to do, Anya." It was weird to think about doing that with someone you like, you don't even know if you can imagine yourself doing such a thing.

She didn't have to answer, but as much as neither of you wanted to, you silently agreed that it was the quickest and least cruel option towards him.

"What a funeral atmosphere." Daisuke's voice coming from the door startles you both, making you turn to look at him.

"Well, this is almost a funeral- Ouch!" You can't even finish before Anya pinches your neck. "Okay okay, I get it."

"And how is it going? How is he?" He approaches the stretcher and looks at the captain, saying good morning and sighing soon after. "At least he's alive..."

"The painkillers help to control the pain and he can... Sleep, I think, or at least not writhe in pain and discomfort." Anya says to Daisuke, knowing that it was impossible for Curly to have any slight improvement in the situation they were in.

"But still no sign of being able to speak, and it would take a miracle for him to actually be able to say something." You say sincerely.

Daisuke nods in acknowledgement, he wondered if keeping the captain in this state for months was right. When they return to Earth, Curly could receive specialized treatment for his situation in a Hospital, right?

"The Totally Spies girls better get back into their disguises, or the Mojo Jojo will find you out." Swansea warns, leaning against the door.

If everyone was in sickbay, Jimmy would probably be hunting one of them around the ship. It's only a matter of time before Jimmy shows up and starts putting stress and pressure on everyone, so Swansea was right.

You pat Daisuke on the shoulder and then look at Anya. "You heard Jerry, girls, back to disguises." Anya lets out a small laugh, a small quiet moment before dealing with the reality of things.

"I'll give the painkiller to the captain this time, I'll see you guys later" You say waving to your colleagues before grabbing the bottle of painkiller.

Daisuke and Anya walk to the door, chatting a bit before agreeing on where each of them would go. "But isn't the Mojo Jojo from The Powerpuff Girls?" Is the last thing you hear Daisuke say before the door closes.

It's just you and him now. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, but you could feel Curly's gaze burning you alive, so many things wanted to be understood with just a single look from his eyes.

If he could say something, what would he say? What would be his version of what happened? Why would he have crashed the ship? Would he want us to keep giving him the painkillers or just end his suffering?

Looking at him, burned, unable to speak or move properly, lying on that stretcher, which was now his bed and the infirmary his room. He just stared, unable to close his eyes at any moment, you didn't know what was going on in his head, it was impossible to guess any feelings he had by looking at his face.

The muffled sound of your brother's groans and croaks of pain were the only thing that grounded you, the only thing you were close enough to hear. You couldn’t see much, nor could you feel when Jimmy shoved the pain meds and mouthwash down your throat. But the only thing you knew was that you wouldn’t last long. You could feel time slipping from your weak grasp, you couldn’t even make noises unlike your brother, you just sat, in so much pain you didn’t even realize jimmy had stopped giving you meds and mouthwash, you didn’t even realize the sounds of your brother had become more and more muffled…you didn’t even realize you couldn’t feel anymore.

It felt like you were floating, the gentle ‘woosh’ of white noise that echoed in your ears lulled you into what seemed like a peaceful state, the endless pools of blue liquid and the warmth of the artificial sunrise that played on the screen beside you felt oh so beautiful. You could remember the day your brother asked you to join his crew, you could remember the soft voice of Anya's greeting, the obnoxiously bright smile Daisuke had when you showed interest in his art, and the grunts of Swansea when you asked for his help with moving a few boxes onto the ship.

 and when Anya came to change your bandages she heard the soft cries of curly, as all he could do was watch as your breath slowed to a stop. And the last thing you remembered, the last thing you felt, was the hushed sounds of what would have been his last words to you…

I hope it hurts.

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A/N:

You were new working for Pony Express

Learning how to be a pilot, you studied under Curly

You were quiet, actually, the most quiet on the ship

You were often just followed behind Curley like a duckling following it's mother, not sure what else to do without instruction

Of course you caught Daisuke's eye

How could you not?

A handsome, shy man around his age on this ship with him for months on end?

He had to shoot his shot

He started off with getting to know you, dropping flirtatious marks here and there, but careful enough to make sure he doesn't scare you away

He couldn't help himself, especially after seeing your flushed reactions and how you quickly had to excuse yourself from the situation

With every interaction, with every new thing he learnt about you, he got more and more flirtatious

You slowly started to get used to his behavior, but never had the confidence to flirt back

Unfortunately for Daisuke, he had accidentally fallen head over heels for you

It was after saying goodnight to you after a long game night, left giggling like a madman alone in his room, when it hit him

Oh

Oh no

His little joking and flirting had turned into full on crushing

Hard

It started to feel like the first time he ever had a crush on a guy, like you were his second gay awakening

Literally everyone on the crew noticed the change from confident and joking to awkward and nervous, even you

He started spending his time ranting to Swansea about his new predicament

Swansea's married and older, so he's gotta have plenty of experience and advice right?

He ends up driving him crazy until he snaps and instructs Daisuke to man up and tell you (because he genuinely could not put up with his smitten rants about you anymore)

He ends up confessing to you late at night in the lounge/kitchen when everyone else has gone to sleep

You felt extremely flustered, but, for once, you didn't excuse yourself and run off completely flustered

You shyly admitted that you had the same feelings for him

Turns out, you had started to feel the same way, and started doing the exact same to Curly, ranting to him about Daisuke and not knowing what to do

From then on, you started to spend more and more time together

Spending your breaks together playing on his gameboy, spending game nights together, and sneaking into each other's quarters at night to cuddle and stay up almost all night talking

Honestly, Swansea and Curly start to regret their decision to get the two of you together as the two of you favored each other over your work and your rants about one another only got worse

Oh well

You may annoy the hell out of everyone else on the Tulpar, but together, you keep each other from going insane on this long trip

his face is flushed, cheeks dusted with a light pink. a nervous smile resides on daisuke's face as he watches you through hazy eyes, his vision only being obscured by an arm he throws across his face in a sudden gesture when you press yourself against his entrance. when you slide into him his mouth falls open, and you have to lean down and kiss him to catch the moan that threatened to escape him. his arms wrap around your neck to pull you close enough to hide his face in your shoulder, but he looks down to watch your cock disappear inside him, the sight accentuating the feeling of being filled up and causing him to momentarily spasm, driving your cock further into him. 

daisuke moans and he’s strangely quiet, making you wonder whether he means to be or not. his head falls back with his eyes shut and it takes him a minute to finally open them again. your faint laughter at assumedly his expense makes his smile reappear with a sheepish degree, but his eyes flutter back closed when you begin to slowly slide in and out of his slick cunt. he squirms a little, his arms falling beside his head. while his hands search for something to ground himself he holds his breath, only releasing it when he finds a clumsy grip on the pillow beneath his head. for his sake your thrusts are slow, not too deep but not too shallow. still, you manage to make him feel so full. 

you briefly speed up, making daisuke’s back arch with a call of your name. he sounds almost breathless as quiet, broken moans expel from the back of his throat. you kiss him, taking him by surprise. you bite his lip when you pull away and he can’t help but wrap his arms around your neck again, wanting so badly for you to go faster but not having the words to do so. he’s yet to reach down and touch himself, something you’re aware he’d do in an instant if he’d had half a mind to right now. the consistency of your thrusts don’t falter, even when you quicken your pace where now daisuke can hear just how wet he is. your cock drags against his walls with a contrasting elegance to his habitually sporadic character, as proven by his sloppy attempt to mirror your movement. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, digging his nails into your shoulder and then burying them in his hair or gripping the pillow, he isn’t thinking straight—he can’t think straight. you spill inside of him and he tightens around you with an abrupt moan, his vision bursting with specks of stars that he quickly blinks away. daisuke’s breathing turns heavy as he catches his breath and already you’re moving again, reverting him back to a state of putty that although he’s used to, he doesn’t ever want to leave, not when you make him feel the way that you do. 

curly’s already losing it and all you’re doing is kissing him. his neck is littered with ripened splotches of red and pink and his lips are somewhat swollen. one hand is in his hair and you hold down a wrist with the other, keeping him stationary—otherwise you’d be the one under him and he’d never catch this more than well-earned break. his uniform is zipped down, his shirt beneath lifted over his stomach where you move down to trail kisses. in response his body stutters slightly, and you can tell there’s a part of him that wants you to do more, to touch him where he needs to be touched and to kiss what needs to be kissed, but he says nothing because he’s enjoying this. he sighs blissfully, watching you pull down the rest of his jumpsuit. right now, even only momentarily, he’s not the captain. he focuses on the way your hands feel on his skin, when your palms press into the right spots that make him groan. your lips move across his stomach like a shadow before they settle, latching on and gently sucking. he feels dizzy, barely noticing when you raise your head back up to kiss the corner of his lips. he looks debauched, his hair messy with his clothes disheveled in a manner he’d be embarrassed to be caught in. 

suddenly your hand moves down to palm at his clit, giving enough pressure to make him moan and curse under his breath as you rub gentle circles with your thumb. you lift one of his legs up to give yourself more room, slipping a finger into him. the drawn-out, methodical pumping of your fingers has him pulsing around you and his head spinning. he closes his eyes as if he doesn’t want to be aware of his own depravity. he wants to feel embarrassed, especially when he can feel another finger slink inside of him, now in tandem with the other, pumping into his tight heat. fuck, he just wants this to last forever. he rolls his hips, crudely fucking himself on your fingers. you wish he could see himself right now. all of his thoughts, stress; any worries he carries with him, they’re all unraveling before your very eyes, all because of a couple fingers and some kisses.