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DETOUR - HAYAKAWA AKI |早川アキ (M)
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You and Aki are supposed to be on your way back from a mission, but the rain that’s been pouring non-stop has Aki pulling over to the side of an empty road for safety precautions. It doesn’t look like it’s stopping any sooner, so what better way to spend that time than to have sweaty, breathy, messy sex in the back seat?
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MINORS DNI
Pairing: aki x fem!bodied reader
word count: 8.0k
R18, making out, smut, car sex, protected sex, semi-public sex, handjob, oral sex (towards Aki), vaginal fingering, nipple licking, cowgirl position, missionary, vaginal sex, teasing & dirty talk, softdom aki (?), boyfriend aki
he smokes for a little bit. also calls you baby a few times.
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authors note: car sex fic among my list of wips that i’ve been wanting to put out for ages, so ya’ll can thank the amount of horny i had in order to push through with this fic lol. also big thank you to my darling @meownotgood for beta reading and revising! and also adding fuel to the aki horny. i give you big kith <3 <3
18+ explicit content ahead. please for the love of god DO NOT interact if you’re a minor.
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Aki exhales a long, defeated sigh from the driver’s seat. 
“It looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” he says, switching the car engine off. 
It's been pouring non-stop from the moment you left the city, but the rain has only grown heavier, to the point where it's difficult to see the road — or anything, for that matter. All you can make out through the droplet-soaked windows are the elusive silhouettes of houses and the blurred lights from the street lamps. The sky is gloomy and dark, puffy gray clouds obscure the sun. 
The two of you were supposed to be on your way back to headquarters after completing a mission Makima had sent you on. According to file reports and a call she received, the Rat Devil was going around terrorizing citizens in a small district on the far outskirts of Tokyo. 
The mission itself was simple: kill the Rat Devil and report back to Makima upon confirmation of its extermination. By the time you and Aki arrived, almost half the neighborhood was killed — or rather, eaten, so there wasn't any need for search and rescue. The devil was dealt with rather easily. You and Aki would have been at headquarters and done with all of this by now, if it wasn't for the sudden rainstorm interrupting that plan. 
So, here you are, parked at the side of an empty road with Aki, biding your time until the rain stops. 
You're a little bored, sure, but this isn't all bad. It feels good to relax a bit before you have to go back to headquarters; you can already see the giant stack of paperwork waiting for you. 
You hum as you shrug off your coat, before leaning your head against the headrest. You stare out the foggy window; there's a couple of houses up ahead that you can see from where you're parked, and beside them is a small playground. The whole neighborhood looks empty, as expected. You don’t think any kids will be coming out to play in this weather. 
The sound of the rain echoes a rhythmic pitter patter against the roof of the car. It's soothing, like it could lull you to sleep. You allow your tired eyes to close, and you almost drift off, but in a few moments, the sudden realization of being stuck in the rain, all alone somewhere secluded with your boyfriend begins to form an idea inside your head. 
It's not the best idea to be thinking of right now, sure. But considering it's been raining non-stop for ages now, and considering you need some way to pass the time, you wouldn't exactly say it's the worst thing you could come up with. 
You're just not sure about getting Aki to agree to it. You can already hear his response in your head: Really? You want to have sex right now? That's… We can't. Just wait until we get home. 
You've been dating Aki for an entire year now, and sex isn’t exactly new to you anymore, since you both gave each other your firsts on the fifth month of being together. But even now, Aki still blushes whenever you undress in front of him, or when you ask if you can suck him off during foreplay. 
He always tells you that you don't have to do anything for him, because he feels good just by watching you come undone on his fingers, his mouth giving you soft kisses on your clit while his tongue gives you long licks until your toes are curling as you cum. He's still the same as when you first met him, too shy to make the first move, and so dedicated to your own pleasure that he forgets about his own. 
And you know he's definitely too embarrassed to consider having sex in a place like this. You've never done anything remotely intimate with him in any place besides the bedroom. Hell, sometimes he's too embarrassed just to kiss you in public. 
You think you have an idea to convince him, though. 
You turn to look at Aki, who has one hand resting on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping a random beat against it. He rests his chin in the palm of his other hand, elbow on the side panel of the door. The rain continues to fall, drumming against the rooftop, as though it’s trying to flood the empty streets outside, to wash off all that is unjust and evil. 
Aki fidgets in the driver's seat for a moment, before you watch him pull out his pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his pants. He lights one up with the baby blue lighter you always see him use, and then he twists the key in the ignition, putting it in accessory mode so only the lights and radio turn on. 
He rolls the window down enough for him to flick the ashes out of it, making the petrichor invade your nose for a few moments. The rich, familiar smell of smoke he exhales replaces it, the wind drifts the scent towards you, along with the faint warm and woody cologne that emanates from him. 
You gaze at his handsome features in awe, admiring his side profile; the dull luminescence overcasting a shadow on his angular jawline and high cheekbones, eyes of welded iron and a gaze just as hard — Eyes that have seen more than anyone could possibly imagine in one lifetime. An upper lip that protrudes a little further than the lower, and cheeks of dusty pink; they soften his expression, and his demeanor of steel.
You shake your head before you end up getting lost in your thoughts any further. You inhale deeply, breathing in the remainder of smoke, and the gentle scent of the cologne clinging to his clothes once again. 
“Hey, Aki…” 
His attention goes to you the second he hears your voice, deep blue eyes scanning your gentle features and your unreadable expression. He notices that you've taken your coat off. 
“Hmm, what’s wrong?” Aki replies softly. “Are you feeling warm? I can turn the air conditioning on for a bit if you’d like.” He reaches for the air conditioning valve on the dashboard, but you grab his hand to stop him, shaking your head. 
“I’m fine. It’s something else.” You peer up at him through your lashes. His hand is warm. 
“What is it?” There’s a look of genuine concern apparent on his face as Aki puts out the cigarette in the portable ashtray he carries in his jacket. He scans all the parts of your body he can see — your arms, your hands, your neck, your shoulders, trying to see if there's any injuries, worried that you might have gotten hurt from the mission earlier. 
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 
You shake your head again with a chuckle, and you grab both of his hands, squeezing them tightly. “No, Aki. I told you, I’m fine. It’s just that...” 
You can't help but trail off; feeling a little embarrassed, you start to fiddle with his fingers, averting your eyes. 
“Spit it out already." Aki sighs impatiently, making you chuckle again. 
“So impatient.” you answer, smirking, to which Aki gives you an unamused blank stare. 
“I was thinking we could do something fun to pass the time." 
Aki raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”
You lean in closer, and since the space between you and him in the car isn’t very big to begin with, your lips are already inches away from his. 
You cup his chin between your finger and your thumb and whisper, “Like this…” 
At once, you've closed the distance, and your lips press softly to his. Aki's eyes widen, but soon, he's relaxing into the kiss, his shoulders slumping, his eyes fluttering shut. The smell of you consumes his senses: vanilla and lavender, utterly intoxicating. 
When the kiss deepens, he can taste the faint flavor of your lip gloss: cherry and mint. He kisses your lips over and over again like he can't get enough, soft but hungry at the same time. 
You move to climb on top of him, and Aki adjusts himself, leaning back in his seat to give you enough space to straddle him comfortably. Your tongue presses to his; you kiss languidly and deeply, taking time to explore each other’s mouths. Your lips feel so good against his own, so perfect. They're fogging up his mind, like you're demanding him to forget everything except for you — and it’s working. 
Your hands grip tightly onto his shirt as Aki skims his fingers down your shoulders and across your sides, resting them onto the curve of your waist. Right now, neither of you are thinking about getting back as soon as possible, or your lives, or anything like stupid devils and more missions. It’s just the both of you focusing on each other, and Aki’s mind is consumed only by thoughts of how good you make him feel. 
You both pull away breathlessly, foreheads resting against one another. Still catching your breath, you roll your hips into Aki's lap hesitantly, testing the waters. Aki groans, but he gives your waist a firm squeeze, stopping you from continuing. 
“We… we can’t. Not here." Aki looks at you through heavy eyelids. “Someone might see us.” 
You slide backwards a little on his lap as much as the small space will allow, until you feel the steering wheel press into your back. Your hand slowly travels up his thigh, fingers playing with the zipper of his pants. 
“Well, I guess we’ll have to be quick then.” You flash him a grin, but Aki stares back with an unamused expression. You reach up, toying with the earring on his lobe, resisting the urge to pinch his cheek. “Come on Aki, we haven’t seen another car for three hours. I doubt anyone’s going to see us in this rain.” 
Aki doesn't respond, so you take matters into your own hands: in a few seconds, you've grasped the button on his slacks and popped it open. You're tugging the zipper down, relieving some of the pressure when you hear Aki inhale sharply, his eyebrows furrowed, but he doesn't make an attempt to push you away. 
“Stop that.” 
His voice is weak, it's shaky, it lacks the bite you normally hear out of him when you're at work. And even though he's telling you to stop, Aki's body betrays him. You can feel the bulge that's forming underneath his slacks, you notice how he lifts his hips a little to make it easier for you to tug his pants down. Your smirk grows wider. 
“Do you really want me to stop?” you hum, moving closer to whisper into his ear. 
“Baby-” Aki quips sharply, almost like a warning, but you continue your ministrations; you rub where the hem of his briefs meets his stomach with your thumbs, you kiss him softly behind his ear. 
“Don’t you want me too?” You pull back to meet his eyes, and you tilt your head to the side, your lips pulling up into a coy smile. Aki's heart skips a beat at the sight. 
Aki swallows thickly. “I…” 
It’s not that he doesn’t want you. It's just that he'd much rather have you somewhere more comfortable, more familiar. When he's looking at you like he is now, his head spins with the thought of driving you home, tossing the door open only to carry you to his bedroom and pin you to the bed. He imagines your hands gripping the sheets, your voice calling his name with his head buried between your legs, his lips on your clit and his mouth on your pussy. 
No, he definitely wants you, and he can't deny it, he can't stop thinking about it now that you've got him started. 
Before Aki can give you a reply, you lean into his neck, giving him a few soft, teasing kisses on his warm skin, before you pull back and look at him again with the same imploring smile. 
Aki sighs, half in annoyance, half in submission. You can see the affection behind his eyes when he looks at you; deep down, he’s a pile of mush, unbelievably endeared to you. He’s helpless when you ask for things out of the blue like this, especially when you give him such a pleading look with those doe-like eyes. 
Aki takes in a long, steady breath before he asks, “Are you sure you want to do this here?  Wouldn’t it be better if we wait until we get home?” 
“I’m sure. Besides,” You nod softly, smiling, “Don’t you think it’s a little exciting to fuck me in the car?” 
Oh, Aki thinks it’s very exciting. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he gets a certain rush just by imagining it, it's a kind of feeling he's never felt before. His dick throbs in his briefs when he thinks of fucking you in the backseat of the company car, and in public, no less. 
Part of him is still nervous — What if you both make a mess, what if someone catches you? But another part of him wants to chase that rush, he wants to have you right here, and right now. 
He tries to temper the fog in his head, focusing on the feeling of you against him. It's difficult when his heart is thumping loud in his eardrums, and when his core is thrumming with anticipation and need.   
“I need you, Aki.” 
Sometimes, he swears you can read his mind. 
“I need you too.” he replies, and you don’t miss the faint pink color dusted on his cheekbones. Aki swallows, and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. “Just this once. We'll do this just this once, got it?”
Aki motions his head over to the back seat, and you take the hint, quickly climbing into it. He follows suit shortly after, and everything is a blur of clothes coming off and hungry, heated and sloppy kisses. You're left in just your underwear, and Aki is left in just his loose work slacks. 
You can feel the familiar rush of white hot want course through your veins.You’re sure Aki feels the same way because in between kisses, when your hand goes back to stroking the tent in his pants, he seems to have only gotten harder. You give him one last firm squeeze, pulling away to position yourself on your knees in front of him. 
It's a tight fit; the company cars are spacious, but you're still crammed in between him and the back of the front seat, it leaves you to rest your head on his legs and press your chest to his knees. 
“What… what are you doing?” Aki stutters nervously, squirming a little in his seat when you reach for his slacks. You tug them down his legs the rest of the way until they're pooled at his ankles. 
“Making you feel good.” 
Your fingers feel warm on his skin when you push them under the waistband of his briefs. You help him out of them, his length bounces up to tap his stomach when you tug them all the way down. The sensitive, pink head tingles when it brushes against his skin, causing Aki’s entire frame to shudder with need. 
You waste no time gripping the base of his cock and spitting on the leaking tip, stroking him slowly. Aki spreads his legs a little wider for you as your palm swipes the tip, getting his length wet with your saliva and his precum; the sensation has him moaning in pleasure. 
Barely squeezing, you slowly move your hand up and down the shaft, you snicker a little when you hear him whimper slightly. You pump his cock lazily, and Aki reaches down, grabbing your arm to steady himself, thrusting his hips up into your hand, searching for more. 
And you give it to him; Aki’s head falls back against the headrest with a thud, and he grunts as you start to stroke him faster. “Feels… so good.” 
“More?” you ask, your voice husky. Aki nods feverishly in response.
“God, yes. Please. Don't stop, don't stop...” 
The slick noises filling the car and the sound of Aki's desperate begs add on to the growing ache between your legs, they mix with the echo of the rain tapping the roof of the car and the windshield. He mutters a strained fuck when you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and bring it to your warm tongue, giving the tip a tentative lick. 
“S-Shit…” Aki hisses, his breathing unsteady, “That's it… Keep going.”
At first, you start by just trailing kisses down his tip to the underside of his cock, and Aki shivers at the faint sensation. When you trail back up, starting to take him into your mouth, you feel his palm lay softly on the back of your head, and then his fingers knot themselves into your hair, gripping tightly, holding the loose strands away from your face in a makeshift ponytail. 
Aki watches you with his jaw slack, he quietly moans your name when your cheeks hollow, your head bobbing up and down his cock at a languid pace. 
Aki grips your hair a little tighter. His eyes meet yours, his gaze is heavy with lust and with love. “So good, you're doing such a good job.”
With your saliva involved, every time you suck on his cock with your lips closed, there's a nasty, loud squelch — It reminds him that this is happening right here, that you're sucking Aki's cock in the backseat. He's in so much bliss he's hardly thinking about it, he can only focus on the feeling of your tongue swirling around his dick, of your warm mouth and the tip of his cock slightly touching the back of your throat when he bucks his hips up. 
He rubs the back of your head gently, his eyelashes flutter when he looks at you. 
“Your lips… They're so pretty.” Aki tells you, and you pull away from his cock with a loud pop. 
“Yeah?” A teasing smile forms on your lips. “And you have a pretty dick.” 
Aki's cheeks instantly blossom with color, petals of dusty rose scattering across his handsome features. His pupils blow out deep, dark and wide. You've always thought Aki has the most beautiful pair of eyes, they're like a door to his soul. Pools of deep dark blue that you could drown inside if you weren’t so busy sucking the life out of him in the back of the sleek company sedan. 
You watch Aki draw his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitating, before finally, he gently pushes down on the back of your head, with so little force you almost don't feel it. 
“C’mon… keep going for me, just a little bit, please. Can you do that?" His voice cracks slightly, his tone high-pitched. You smile, nodding obediently, and you move back down to wrap your warm lips around him once again. 
“Mhmm.” The hum of your voice sends vibrations over Aki's cock, causing him to inhale a sharp breath through his teeth. You look up at him one last time, batting your eyelashes before sinking your mouth down on him completely, taking him all the way down your throat. Tears well at the corners of your eyes, and you shut them tight to will them away. 
Aki cries out, his thighs shaking. He stammers, “S-Shit, baby, too much, slow down...” 
He's trying his hardest not to thrust himself into your mouth. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head when he feels the tip of his cock brush the back of your throat again, and he clumsily pushes your hair behind your ears as you suck eagerly on his cock. 
It's so overwhelming, it's so much, it's more than he thinks he can take when one of your hands reaches up to grip the base of his cock, stroking in tune with your mouth, while the other massages his thigh, willing his legs to spread even further apart. But it feels so fucking good, Aki can't help but melt into you. 
“God,” he groans through heavy pants, “You take me so well, p-please, don't stop.” 
The way your hand glides up and down his cock along with your mouth is making Aki forget how to think straight. He feels dizzy, he knows he's getting close to the edge, and if he lets you keep going, he's sure he won't be able to stop himself from cumming. He grabs your wrist firmly — a silent demand to halt your actions — and he catches his breath. 
In compliance, you freeze, and Aki slips his hand up to hold the side of your face, to cup your cheek and slowly coax you up while he leans down. 
“C'mere.”
He pulls you into a fervent kiss, you press your palm to his chest and push him back into the seat until you can straddle his thighs and settle into his lap. 
Aki can taste himself on your tongue; it makes him feel high, but as you lift your hips, grinding your clothed cunt against his length, getting your underwear soaked and filthy and making Aki moan into your mouth, he suddenly stops you. He reaches down, he grabs your waist and causes you to freeze, pulling away from his lips, a confused expression on your face. 
No, no more. He needs you right now.
“I… I want to cum with you.” Aki admits, breathing hard, “I need to be inside you when I cum.” 
You nod with a gentle smile. “Okay. Of course.” 
You follow Aki's lead when he brings his palm to the small of your back, guiding you to twist and lay down in the backseat. The space is cramped, your head is propped up on the door, Aki has to slot his knee between your legs to make room for himself. The tight space makes it feel like he's even closer. 
Condensation has formed on the inside of the windows from the heat of your bodies. Aki cranes down to meet your neck. Your breath hitches at the first touch of his lips on your skin, right on your nape, and then down, his open mouth wet and warm on the flesh below your collarbone. 
“I’m gonna take your underwear off, okay?” he whispers softly without pulling away. You nod, and you lift your hips up slightly to allow him to pull down your lacy underwear. He tosses them to the side while he continues to leave gentle kisses on your chest.  
“Spread your legs open for me.” His words are like warm honey, sweet and dizzying when they drip from his lips to meet your ears. 
You obey, spreading your legs eagerly, as wide as the small space in the backseat will allow. Aki’s eyes grow dark with lust when he pulls back and sees your pretty pussy glistening in the low light, soaking wet for him — like a blooming flower, filled with sweet, sticky nectar. 
He grazes his fingers up your dripping slit, he sighs the moment he feels your slick drip out onto the digits. 
“God, you're so wet,” he croaks out, slightly breathless. His head dips, bangs hiding his face, and he tries to compose himself. “I'm gonna put one in.” 
Then, Aki is slowly pressing a finger into your tight walls, sinking it in all the way and curling it into your core, causing you to whine and arch your back, your chest pressing up towards him. You wrap one arm around his shoulders, and you grip his arm with the other, your hips bucking up as another finger teases your entrance before sinking deep inside. 
Your mouth falls open, your brows pinch. Aki kisses your forehead, he tugs you closer and leans down to brush his lips over your neck. 
“Feels good,” you whine, and Aki delicately rubs your clit with his thumb, sighing when he feels your walls clamp around his fingers. 
“Yeah?” He kisses your neck messily, curling his fingers into you deliciously. 
“I’m close, I'm close-” 
Your thighs close around his arm, and Aki slows his pace for just a moment. 
He asks, “Do you want me to stop?” 
Immediately, you shake your head, you plead for him to continue. Aki kisses your neck once more before he brings his lips to your ear, he presses his fingers into your sweet spot while toying with your clit, whispering honeyed words into your ear. 
You're so pretty, you gonna cum for me? Go ahead and cum, baby, I've got you. 
You tip over the edge just as he eases a third finger into you. You chant his name, your thighs shake and he drags his soaked fingers out to messily rub your clit through your orgasm with quick flicks of his wrist. 
Aki kisses you as you come down; it's like time is frozen, like it's just you and him stuck in this moment. Your lips melded to his while you breathe life into him, yet at the same time, take his breath away with each kiss you give to his lips. He only pulls away to catch his breath and briefly bring his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. 
“Hold on,” Aki reaches down onto the floor, searching for his pants. When he finds them, he fishes his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out a silver condom packet. 
“What?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyeing him up and down. “Since when have you started carrying those around?” 
Aki replies matter-of-factly, “Since we started dating.” 
You smirk. “We have plenty of those at your house, you know. Thought you didn't want to have sex in public.” 
“Oh, please,” Aki rolls his eyes, “I wasn't counting on using them for something like this. It's just… better to be prepared.” 
It's not a complete lie, although, Aki can't deny he was thinking of the two of you getting caught in something spontaneous when he first slipped the condom into his wallet. He definitely didn't imagine this would be the place he'd end up using it, though. 
You reach up, plucking the condom packet from his fingers, and Aki glances up towards the driver's seat. The sky seems even darker than before, and the rain is still pouring down, battering the glass and obscuring the view. The windows of the car are slightly tinted, and with this storm, there's still no-one to be found. 
You tear open the condom wrapper, and you're sliding the lubricated latex down his hardened cock when Aki turns to look at you again. He settles his much larger hand over your own, he helps you tug the condom snugly on his length. 
“So...” Aki starts, and you look up to meet his eyes. “You were planning on doing this without protection?” 
He's so perceptive, you can't help but laugh. “Maybe. You're right, though. It's better to be safe.” 
Aki's eyes narrow. His expression seems unamused, but the more he thinks about it, the more he considers what that would entail — fucking you raw, the deeper his cheeks redden. Perhaps he should have gone with what you wanted. 
“Hey,” Your voice rouses him from his thoughts, “Sit back for me.” 
As he leans back, settling into the seat, you climb into his lap to straddle him again, pressing your lips to his. Your palms roam up and down his chest, fingertips tracing the scars littered across his toned body. 
His tongue snakes against yours, he kisses you deeply. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip before you detach and kiss his chin, then the edge of his jaw, trailing kisses down his to his neck where you suck beautiful fields of lilac and dusty pink into his pale skin. Aki gasps; his hands drift down your waist, the shape of your hips, and the arch of your back until they begin to knead the soft flesh of your ass. 
You can't wait any longer; you raise your hips and grip the base of his cock, running the tip over your wet folds. Aki looks down, he watches, he bites down on his lower lip. Then, he meets your gaze, his eyes glazed over, his expression pleading. 
Finally, you align his throbbing cock to your entrance, bringing yourself down halfway, slowly. You feel the fat tip of his cock enter you, you feel it stretch you out. Aki throws his head back, his eyes closed. He already feels like he could cum, just from this. Just from being halfway inside you. 
“Shit,” he mumbles, “God, that feels so good, fuck, baby-” 
You're both panting, and you've barely even taken him. 
Aki cracks his eyes open to watch you sink down on his cock, the length slowly disappearing inside you. He sucks a hiss between his gritted teeth when you settle on him all the way, taking all of him in. Your heart is pounding wildly against your ribcage, your head is starting to spin. 
“Too deep?” Aki asks between pants, and you shake your head. A few moments go by, you listen to the rhythmic drum of rain, Aki rubs soothing circles on your back and gives you a minute to adjust. 
It feels so good to finally be inside you. Aki breathes in deeply, he groans when your hips shift. You take another few moments to compose yourself before you lift your hips a little, only to immediately drop back down on his cock, causing a low fuck to escape from his lips. 
You start bouncing up and down his length, and he leans forward, latching his mouth onto your nipple. His hand gently kneads your other breast. You moan softly, hands reaching up to tug his messy hair out of his topknot, until your fingers can run through the strands and your nails can drag across his scalp, making him grunt and his spine tingle. 
“You like that, baby?” you coo, and Aki hums in approval, sending vibrations over your breast. His eyebrows are knitted together, his eyelids are fluttered shut. 
He swirls his tongue around your nipple and kisses your breast before pulling away. Your pace is getting a little faster, a little harder. The car is filled with the sound of skin slapping skin as you ride him, and the needy whines and moans coming from both you and him. 
“I love it, love it so much,” Aki sighs, “S-So wet and tight for me.” 
You grind your pelvis into his, and he grips your waist to help you along. You start to feel Aki raising his hips up from the seat. Ever so slightly, at first, just trying to feel you a little deeper. And then, desperately — he's matching your rhythm and rutting up into you, fucking you as you ride him with needy whines and fragile gasps. 
His expression already looks so fucked-out: his pupils blown, his lips parted, hair down and messy to frame his face. He's practically drooling. 
“That’s it, baby,” you purr as Aki thrusts up into you again, moaning from the pleasure. “Show me how much you like it.” 
“Ngh — fuck.” Your words only seem to spur him on more. Aki digs his nails a little harder into your hips, he shakes his head to get his messy bangs out of his eyes. 
“Oh, yes.” you moan, gripping his broad shoulders to steady yourself, “Right there, please, right there-” 
Sweat drips from his forehead, droplets cascade down his chest. He's fucking right into your sweet spot, to the point where you hardly have to move, you just let him thrust into you. Your ass is slapping against his thighs. Aki kisses your cheek before grasping your chin between his fingers and pulling your mouth onto his. 
The kiss is a wild clash of tongue and teeth, but you break away almost as soon as it begins, crying out when Aki buries himself into you hard. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, gasping over and over again in pleasure. 
Suddenly, Aki's pace starts to slow, he's holding you still and trying to catch his breath. His thighs are twitching, and his heart is pounding, it's so loud he can hear it in his ears. 
“Not… not gonna last much longer like this,” he mumbles, and you sit up to meet his eyes. There's an earnest, loving expression in the back of his gaze when he asks, “Can we change positions?” 
You don't answer, still catching your breath, but you nod your head. Aki rubs your hips, he lifts you and pulls out of you slowly, he kisses your jaw and your throat. You feel his arm curl around the small of your back, and he gently maneuvers your body until you're under him, your back laying flat against the seat. The leather is cool and smooth on your skin. 
Aki takes in the sight of you for a few moments, his eyes scanning your form. He admires the way you're splayed out beneath him; so beautiful, so angelic, as you always are. This time, though, it's a little different. It's a bit different to see you here, to have you in a place like this. It somehow manages to be exciting, but just as intimate as when he has you in his bedroom at the same time. 
He can't hold back from telling you in a sweet voice, “You're beautiful. So beautiful.” 
He closes his eyes, he listens to the drum of the rain for a second. Then, he grabs your waist, squeezing it carefully to let you know he's continuing, before lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance. 
Aki is incredibly gentle when he enters you again, like he’s handling glass, easing inside of you slowly. But once he's halfway in, everything is so hot and wet and tight that he's nearly on the verge of losing control, he has to resist the urge to just fuck you senseless. 
He exhales a shaky breath, you watch as his eyebrows furrow and God, it's so good, he's about to bottom out and it's such a snug, tight fit but it's just so right. All you can do is wiggle your hips and sigh feebly under the pressure, with Aki's forehead pressed to yours as he fills you. 
He places one of his hands on your side, while the other grips your leg from where it's falling off the edge of the seat. He tosses it over his shoulder, he buries himself into the hilt. 
“So good, Aki...” you gasp, your voice breathless, desperate. Aki leans down; his tongue flicks over your earlobe, he takes it between his teeth and sucks. His palms roam your body, gliding over your stomach and your sides. He kisses the shell of your ear, his warm breath fans out over it. 
“God, please.” Your head tosses back, and you're begging for him to give you more, only for Aki to ignore your pleading. 
Your arms wrap around his neck, and he kisses down your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. His lips reach your breast, he gazes fondly at the pretty shade of your skin before brushing his lips over your nipple. He licks it with the flat length of his tongue while he reaches down, bringing a free hand between your legs to rub soft circles over your clit with his thumb. You feel a wave of bliss twist up your spine, your cunt tightens around Aki's thick cock and his whole body shudders. 
A shaky moan comes with your next words: “Aki… stop teasing. Please.” 
You wiggle your hips, you whine and grip his shoulders tightly as he continues to kiss and suck on your breast, humming softly. 
“Need you to fuck me, now, please, Aki?” 
A ghost of a smile forms across Aki's face. He pulls away from your chest with a quiet pop, glancing up to meet your gaze. He mumbles, “You sound so cute… you want me to move, right?” 
He rewards you with the slightest thrust of his hips, rutting himself into you, just a little bit. It's enough to make you gasp, to make you grip him tighter and tangle your fingers in his hair. 
He knows you want him to move, he just wants to hear you say it. 
Face warm and with your eyes screwed shut, you murmur his name senselessly, over and over again like a prayer, a plea. You mutter please, please, please again and again as Aki's lips ghost over yours, and then press to the side of your throat, where he kisses and lightly nibbles, leaving impressions of his teeth. 
He tries to hold out, he tries to tease you as much as he can, only moving slightly, just enjoying the feeling of being buried deep inside you and the sound of your pretty voice. But it's hard to resist you, especially when you're begging for him. He longs to give you everything you ask for. 
“Alright,” he murmurs, voice soft and gentle, “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”
Aki rests his head on your shoulder, and as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones, he quickens his pace, thrusting into you with deep, languid rolls of his hips. He reaches for your hands, pinning them above your head and threads his fingers with your own, holding them tightly. 
He pulls back and meets your eyes; your gaze flickers over his and you watch his brows furrow from the building pleasure. Then, Aki leans in, all the way until he's kissing you and his tongue is slipping past your lips. 
He begins to drill himself in fast, thrusting himself eagerly into you with long, deep strokes. The small space of the backseat causes his body to press up close to yours, and the perked buds of your nipples graze against his chest with every abrupt movement. Aki screws his eyes tightly shut, he lets go of your hands to hold the sides of your face as he kisses you. He focuses on the way your nails rake over his back. 
He kisses you leisurely, deliberately, as if he's trying to capture every inch of your sweet taste on the tip of his tongue. You whimper into his mouth; his cock is hitting the spot that always makes you melt, it's causing you to arch your back into him. His tempo doesn't slow, nor does it falter. He continues to pound into you, hitting that perfect spot and causing all your nerves to light up when his pelvis grinds into your swollen clit with each of his thrusts. 
His hand steadies on the curve of your hip, he keeps the connection between your mouth and his as his palm trails lower, further downwards until it reaches the warmth of your cunt. You're soaked with both of your desires, your clit feels slick on his fingertips when he toys with it. 
You grip him tightly, clutching onto him as if your bearings have been thrown and he is the only thing in this world that can keep you grounded — a solid rock amongst the heavy waves. You find sanity in the taste of his tongue, and stability in your hands grasping at his shoulder blades. He's close, so close. 
He pulls away from your mouth, his warm breath mixes with yours, and you immediately gasp, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” 
Aki responds with a deep groan, his voice husky. “I won’t baby, I’ll give it to you as much as you want.” 
He leans down, kissing the tip of your nose. And then, his tongue presses to your neck, he licks a long stripe up your skin, eliciting a stuttered whimper from your lips. Aki leans his head on your shoulder, he sighs into your nape. It's so cute, it's so sexy that you want him so badly. You're begging desperately under him, when moments earlier you were the one teasing him, like the little minx you always are. 
You're always like this. You can tease him as much as you'd like, but he knows how much you need him. That's why you had him fuck you here, without being patient enough to wait for the two of you to get home. 
The rain is just as steady as it was when you began. It overpowers the echo of Aki's skin hitting yours, it's a quiet sort of lull that soothes you the moment the sound fills your ears. Everything feels slow, warm and sleepy and tinged with electricity. Is this how things always were with him? 
You reach for his face, you cup his cheeks and get him to look into your eyes. “I love you.” 
“I love you too, I love you so much.” Aki responds immediately, breathlessly, and he slows down the rhythm of his thrusts. 
In this beautiful instance of time, nothing matters, absolutely nothing but you. 
You take him into your broad oceans of adoration, care, and unadulterated love. You sweep him out into your calm oceans and away from the rocky shores which expose the jagged edges of his past, a life already lived, that still manages to cut at his bones, that still digs deep into his sanity and claws at the worst of him. 
Right now, you look heavenly, your hair splayed out onto the dark, leather seats, the warm light reflecting off your skin. Aki marvels at your beauty; the way the overcast lighting and shadows from outside cast over you makes you glow as if you're a piece of the moon itself, dislodged and sent down to earth to bring the brightest of lights into his life. An ethereal being for him to love and adore, who he's lucky enough to have all for himself.
Slowly, he works back to his previous pace, but his eyes never leave your form, he never stops gazing at you with such adoration and love. Your heart flutters ceaselessly inside of your chest. 
Honestly, Aki is so turned on he's starting to lose control of himself. The mere sight of you underneath him, in the backseat of the company’s car, in the middle of an empty street — it’s something Aki couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams. And yet, it feels so lovely to have you here, so perfect, he just can't get enough. 
The simmering pressure that's been building up in him, deep and potent, begins to rapidly pool in his core to the point where Aki is sure he won't be able to hold back for much longer. The coil in his stomach is tightening, winding and threatening to snap. His bottom lip is bitten to hell and back, and his parched throat murmurs your name with a harsh sense of yearning. 
Aki looks down at you with a hooded gaze, but he ceases to break eye contact with you. His forearms support his weight on either side of your body as he continues to thrust in and out, following the rhythm that always makes you come undone for him. 
Pleasure consumes him, it consumes you, you're joined in the most intimate way two people could become one. The act is sinful, but it's coated in the deep bond the both of you share, it's intertwined with pure love and utter devotion. 
“A-Aki,” You sound like you’re on the verge of tears, babbling as you beg, “I can’t, I have to… Aki, please, I-” 
You interrupt yourself with a loud cry, tossing your head back as you immerse yourself in the very peak of your euphoria. 
“Yeah?” Aki gasps back, fucking you deeply, perfectly, in the way that always brings you to the edge for him. 
“Let go, sweetheart.” He's barely breathing the words, he grasps your chin and stares into your eyes. His thumb brushes over your lower lip. “Come for me – Come all over me.”
It’s impossible to say no. Not when his voice is so soft and convincing, so enticing. Not when he's fucking you this good, bringing you to heaven with every deep roll of his hips. 
You can barely hear the rain outside anymore. The only thing you can focus on is the pleasure, the only sound filling your ears is the echo of Aki's heavy breaths and his desperate moans. You want to drown in this feeling forever, you want Aki's sweet words to melt into your skin, to brand you with his mark. 
The whole car is shaking from the weight of Aki's thrusts as he fucks you into the seat. You're right on the edge, and one more deep thrust throws you over; your thighs shudder, you let go with a scream of his name. Aki works you through your bliss, drawing out your pleasure until the feeling of your walls clamping around his cock has him meeting his end along with you. 
He groans your name, his head drops to your shoulder and his eyes screw shut. His thrusts grow erratic, clumsy, he mutters a mix of yes, and, I love you. He spills a warm load inside the condom as your walls throb around him, milking him for everything he has. 
The white fades eventually, like lamplight dimming behind a shade. Your vision is hazy, the both of you are a sweaty mess in the backseat, and when you breathe in, it’s all musky and good and sweet, just the scent of sex and the feeling of Aki's body pressed closely to yours, his arms wrapped loosely around you. 
After a few moments, Aki pulls out of you, and he pulls you close to him so you're huddled up to him. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and you can feel it against yours. You breathe in and out, deeply, trying to steady your breathing. Aki does the same. Your hearts sync up to the same steady rhythm. 
The afterglow begins to settle into Aki’s bones. His mind is a complete haze of pleasure, and the only thing on his mind is you, you, you. He sits up a little, and he turns to look at you, only to find that you're already staring back up at him with adoration in your eyes. 
Aki stares into them for what feels like an eternity, stretches of time that must only be mere seconds, but feel like they've continued on for decades, horizons far beyond this unfairly short lifetime. Your gaze is his solace, his home. He knows he's too far gone. 
When he says those three words again, it feels greater than the first time, more than the second. As if with every new time he confesses his love to you, the truth of it engraves itself deeper into his being.
Aki breathes, “I love you.” 
You smile, you lean in and kiss his shoulder. “I love you too, Aki.” 
Aki nuzzles your forehead weakly. He gives the two of you a few more moments to regain composure, and then he pushes himself up, discarding the condom and collecting both of your clothes. He helps you get dressed, he tugs his clothes on and adjusts them so they're just as neat as they were before. You hand him his hair tie as you finish buttoning up your shirt, and Aki ties his hair up before climbing into the driver's seat. 
The rain has finally slowed down to a soft drizzle. Thankfully, when you climb into the passenger's seat and scan the road, you don't see anyone on the streets. You lean your head into the headrest, finally feeling the fatigue of the mission and the previous activities from earlier take over. 
Aki looks towards you. He makes sure you're alright, he reaches for the keys and turns them in the ignition, firing up the engine. 
You meet his eyes. One of his hands grips the steering wheel, and the other reaches for yours. He brings it close to his face, he presses a kiss to your knuckle. He lets go and settles his palm onto your thigh. 
“Come on. Let’s go home.” 
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INTERVIEW 014
with. mike schmidt
includes. visual filming + auditory recording, GN!reader (mentions of lingerie but no explicit anatomy), begging, facials, oral (f and m receiving)
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mike schmidt has a thing for filming.
he’s obsessed with you, sometimes spending time in silence admiring you because he can’t really believe that you’re his. he’s a bit of a loser (affectionate) and an outcast (self afflicted), so he thinks you’re out of his lead. which is why he likes to document your time together as much as he can.
he has a couple of old cameras, just a little under a decade older. they work perfectly fine though, and he always has to take a picture of you with his polaroid or film you for just a few seconds whenever you’re together.
most of the documented content is innocent. you dancing around the kitchen while you help prepare dinner for the three of you (abby is singing in the back of that one). you standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches on your dallas cowboy cheerleader costume with an infectious grin on your face. you mumbling in your sleep while your head rests on mikes chest.
but a solid amount of the content is mature, hidden away on discs and polaroids and cassettes in a closed box tucked away in a messy corner of his closet.
this content is audio recordings of you begging for mike, your voice high and breathy. he remembers that night, your hands in his hair that was slightly too long at that point. he was between your legs, his mouth just inches away from where you were trying to get him. it felt good for him to have the upper hand in that moment, a cocky smile on his face as he started to bask in the newfound power. it was one of the first times he realized how much he affected you, and he instantly wanted to record it. what the two of you ended up producing was fifteen minutes of you pleading and moaning and borderline sobbing as mike got you off with his tongue.
there’s a few discs, labeled with the date in either of your handwriting (mikes borderline scrawl and your neater script), housing content of mike fucking you slow, thrusts long and deep. he’s usually the one holding the camera, lenses at you as you’re on your knees with pretty doe eyes or above him bouncing and grinding with your eyes pinched closed. there’s some times, though, when you take the camera from him, met with nearly no resistance because these are the hours where he’s limp to your delicious torture. when he’s so wound up that just the first few licks from you has his grip loosening around the object, allowing you turn the lens on him, capturing his rosy cheeks and curly hair sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes watching your every move.
then there’s the polaroids, the only evidence that frequently makes voyages outside of the old shoe box whenever you’re apart. he has pictures of you with your hands over your face, but a smile clear beneath your palms. these were the ones taken first, before you’d gotten into the videos and cassettes. you were shy then, only giving the camera glimpses of your new lingerie set, which was usually the incentive for mike pulling the camera out in the first place. there’s pictures from when you’d gotten more confident, there’s photos of you post-sex, a loopy lopsided smile on your face, arms thrown over the parts that mattered but you were bare otherwise.
then there’s the ones that are completely debauched. the ones he hesitates to take out in fear that he’ll leave them lying around somewhere. his favorite of the small bunch is of you sitting on his bed, legs spread and bent at the knee, palms pressed into the mattress behind you. your pose itself is almost innocent, a grin on your face as you stare at the camera. you’re clothed too, for the most part, wearing underwear that covers what needs to be covered. but it’s the white spurts that paint your skin that makes this particular picture so raunchy. along your chest, in the center of your underwear, and — his favorite spot — all over your pretty little face, breaching into the baby hairs around your face.
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mike schmidt x reader warnings: continuation of this post, panty sniffing, semi-public masturbation, sex tape, consensual somnophilia main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3 ☠︎︎
As soon as he awoke, he knew something had happened. His thighs and groin were covered in the sticky remnants of cum and his briefs were skewed. You’d made good on your promise, and excitement hummed under his skin at the thought. 
He was more confident that you’d taken him up on the offer when he looked in the mirror and saw the hickies coating his neck and chest. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed as he took in the marks. 
He slid on the jeans you had set neatly on the edge of his bed and opted for a hoodie that would cover most of the marks you’d left. He definitely didn’t need Abby asking how he got them. 
His ears perked up at the sound of you coming in through the front door accompanied by hurried footsteps. Abby was talking excitedly about something and you commented here or there. 
He’d entered the kitchen, and your eyes lit up at his appearance. You gave him a devilish grin as you sat at the kitchen table, listening to Abby as she talked. 
The rest of the evening was spent with lingering glances and fleeting touches. He wanted to ruin you as soon as the two of you were alone, but you kept him at arm's length. You led him into the kitchen and retrieved something off the counter.
You handed him a paper bag, “I made you lunch. Dinner, maybe?” He nodded and went to open the bag to inspect its contents. You grabbed his wrist. “Just wait until you get to work, okay?” 
“You’re asking me to be very patient tonight,” he pointed out, sliding a hand around your waist. 
You pecked his lips and pulled him closer, “It’s worth it. Promise.” 
Once it was time for him to leave, you held the door for him and walked him to his car. You had that grin that told him you were up to no good. 
“I hope you enjoy your lunch,” you mentioned as he reached the driver’s side door. 
His eyes flicked to the paper bag clutched in his hand and back to the grin that danced across your lips. Slowly, he started to put the pieces together, and excitement mixed with something else stirred in his belly. He gave you a quick peck on your cheek and yanked open the door to his car, suddenly eager to get to work. 
He kept an iron grip on the wheel for the entirety of his drive. The paper bag sat in the passenger seat, taunting him. He was glad he was the only one in the parking lot as he haphazardly whipped his car into a spot. 
His legs moved almost as quickly as his thoughts as he entered the pizzeria. His footsteps echoed throughout the hallway as he walked toward his office. A small part of him felt embarrassed that he was so excited to see whatever was in the bag.
He forced his breathing to steady as he entered his office. Mike didn’t pride himself on being a patient man, but he figured whatever was in that bag would definitely be worth the wait. He leisurely went through the motions of his nighttime routine, checking the security cameras and making sure all the animatronics were in their correct spots. He’d hoped they would leave him alone just long enough for him to open his gift. 
Finally, he settled into his rolling chair with the paper bag in his lap. He prayed he wasn’t getting his hopes up for a sandwich.  He gingerly opened it and peeked inside. Nestled neatly among the contents of the bag was a VHS tape. His heart rate quickened as he pulled it out and read the label on the front. ‘For Mike’ was scribbled in your neat scrawl and hearts were scattered along the label. 
His hands shook slightly as he ejected the training tape from the player and slid yours in. The TV came to life and it took him a moment to figure out what he was looking at. His eyes widened when he realized he was watching himself sleep. Midday light was shining through his window, and you were grinning as you stepped into the frame. 
You were wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies; his cock jumped in his jeans from just that alone. Such a simple sign of ownership had his breath catching in his throat as he continued to watch. You made a show of stripping for him. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your sweatpants and slowly tugged them down your legs. You’d taken your underwear off at the same time as your sweatpants, wasting no time in baring yourself to him. 
You had that same grin that he loved as you bent down to pick up something off the floor, giving the camera the perfect view of your ass. He felt like he was about to burst as you lifted his pants and, with a flourish, tucked your underwear into the front pocket. 
He frantically patted the front of his pants and reached inside each pocket. He released a sigh as his fingers wrapped around the lacy fabric of your panties. He pulled them out of his pocket and brought them to his nose, breathing in your scent. 
His cock pressed uncomfortably against his jeans as he watched you take your hoodie off, revealing that you wore nothing underneath it. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as your fingers danced across your chest. He leaned back in his chair, your panties clutched in one hand while the other worked to free his cock from his jeans. 
His fingers were clumsy as he unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down his zipper. He slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs and gasped as he finally slid a hand over his length. He watched as you caressed his thighs before moving to finally touch him. 
He tugged his briefs down and under his balls, just like you did on the tape. Your actions were gentle but precise as you stroked him. He matched your pace perfectly. Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you slid your hand over his aching cock. 
You pulled away, and Mike halted his own movements, a low whine escaping him. His cock jumped in his hand when you wrapped your plush lips around his cock. He swiped his thumb over the tip of his cock, matching the seductive way your tongue swirled around it.  Your position in front of the camera allowed him to see every minute detail of you bobbing your head around him, and he could already feel the familiar coil tightening in his abdomen. 
A strangled sigh escaped his lips as you drew back with a wet pop. You darted your tongue out to taste him across your lips. A shiver went up his spine at your actions. You were careful as you straddled him and drug your core against him. 
He moaned along with you as you lowered yourself onto his cock. He was slightly surprised he didn’t wake up with you above him whining like that. A part of him wished he did wake up, so he could’ve fucked you properly. 
He planted his feet and rutted his hips into his fist as he watched you create the marks he now donned. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled his small office, and every inch of his skin burned with desire. 
He took your panties and slid them across his cock, moaning as the lacy fabric drug against his flushed skin. The feeling mixed deliciously with the smoothness of his palm, and his back arched against the chair. His jaw went slack, each breath punctuated with a needy moan and a thrust of his hips. 
With a strangled cry, he was cumming, eyes glued to your form as you fell apart on his cock. The pretty little whines you were making were going to be seared into his mind for as long as he lived. The white strings of his release covered your panties with some dripping down his fist and across his knuckles. 
He used your panties to clean up the mess he made. His cheeks flushed as the lace smeared his release over his cock. He prayed you’d leave the light on for him.  
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As soon as he awoke, he knew something had happened. His thighs and groin were covered in the sticky remnants of cum and his briefs were skewed. You’d made good on your promise, and excitement hummed under his skin at the thought. 
He was more confident that you’d taken him up on the offer when he looked in the mirror and saw the hickies coating his neck and chest. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed as he took in the marks. 
He slid on the jeans you had set neatly on the edge of his bed and opted for a hoodie that would cover most of the marks you’d left. He definitely didn’t need Abby asking how he got them. 
His ears perked up at the sound of you coming in through the front door accompanied by hurried footsteps. Abby was talking excitedly about something and you commented here or there. 
He’d entered the kitchen, and your eyes lit up at his appearance. You gave him a devilish grin as you sat at the kitchen table, listening to Abby as she talked. 
The rest of the evening was spent with lingering glances and fleeting touches. He wanted to ruin you as soon as the two of you were alone, but you kept him at arm's length. You led him into the kitchen and retrieved something off the counter.
You handed him a paper bag, “I made you lunch. Dinner, maybe?” He nodded and went to open the bag to inspect its contents. You grabbed his wrist. “Just wait until you get to work, okay?” 
“You’re asking me to be very patient tonight,” he pointed out, sliding a hand around your waist. 
You pecked his lips and pulled him closer, “It’s worth it. Promise.” 
Once it was time for him to leave, you held the door for him and walked him to his car. You had that grin that told him you were up to no good. 
“I hope you enjoy your lunch,” you mentioned as he reached the driver’s side door. 
His eyes flicked to the paper bag clutched in his hand and back to the grin that danced across your lips. Slowly, he started to put the pieces together, and excitement mixed with something else stirred in his belly. He gave you a quick peck on your cheek and yanked open the door to his car, suddenly eager to get to work. 
He kept an iron grip on the wheel for the entirety of his drive. The paper bag sat in the passenger seat, taunting him. He was glad he was the only one in the parking lot as he haphazardly whipped his car into a spot. 
His legs moved almost as quickly as his thoughts as he entered the pizzeria. His footsteps echoed throughout the hallway as he walked toward his office. A small part of him felt embarrassed that he was so excited to see whatever was in the bag.
He forced his breathing to steady as he entered his office. Mike didn’t pride himself on being a patient man, but he figured whatever was in that bag would definitely be worth the wait. He leisurely went through the motions of his nighttime routine, checking the security cameras and making sure all the animatronics were in their correct spots. He’d hoped they would leave him alone just long enough for him to open his gift. 
Finally, he settled into his rolling chair with the paper bag in his lap. He prayed he wasn’t getting his hopes up for a sandwich.  He gingerly opened it and peeked inside. Nestled neatly among the contents of the bag was a VHS tape. His heart rate quickened as he pulled it out and read the label on the front. ‘For Mike’ was scribbled in your neat scrawl and hearts were scattered along the label. 
His hands shook slightly as he ejected the training tape from the player and slid yours in. The TV came to life and it took him a moment to figure out what he was looking at. His eyes widened when he realized he was watching himself sleep. Midday light was shining through his window, and you were grinning as you stepped into the frame. 
You were wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies; his cock jumped in his jeans from just that alone. Such a simple sign of ownership had his breath catching in his throat as he continued to watch. You made a show of stripping for him. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your sweatpants and slowly tugged them down your legs. You’d taken your underwear off at the same time as your sweatpants, wasting no time in baring yourself to him. 
You had that same grin that he loved as you bent down to pick up something off the floor, giving the camera the perfect view of your ass. He felt like he was about to burst as you lifted his pants and, with a flourish, tucked your underwear into the front pocket. 
He frantically patted the front of his pants and reached inside each pocket. He released a sigh as his fingers wrapped around the lacy fabric of your panties. He pulled them out of his pocket and brought them to his nose, breathing in your scent. 
His cock pressed uncomfortably against his jeans as he watched you take your hoodie off, revealing that you wore nothing underneath it. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as your fingers danced across your chest. He leaned back in his chair, your panties clutched in one hand while the other worked to free his cock from his jeans. 
His fingers were clumsy as he unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down his zipper. He slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs and gasped as he finally slid a hand over his length. He watched as you caressed his thighs before moving to finally touch him. 
He tugged his briefs down and under his balls, just like you did on the tape. Your actions were gentle but precise as you stroked him. He matched your pace perfectly. Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you slid your hand over his aching cock. 
You pulled away, and Mike halted his own movements, a low whine escaping him. His cock jumped in his hand when you wrapped your plush lips around his cock. He swiped his thumb over the tip of his cock, matching the seductive way your tongue swirled around it.  Your position in front of the camera allowed him to see every minute detail of you bobbing your head around him, and he could already feel the familiar coil tightening in his abdomen. 
A strangled sigh escaped his lips as you drew back with a wet pop. You darted your tongue out to taste him across your lips. A shiver went up his spine at your actions. You were careful as you straddled him and drug your core against him. 
He moaned along with you as you lowered yourself onto his cock. He was slightly surprised he didn’t wake up with you above him whining like that. A part of him wished he did wake up, so he could’ve fucked you properly. 
He planted his feet and rutted his hips into his fist as he watched you create the marks he now donned. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled his small office, and every inch of his skin burned with desire. 
He took your panties and slid them across his cock, moaning as the lacy fabric drug against his flushed skin. The feeling mixed deliciously with the smoothness of his palm, and his back arched against the chair. His jaw went slack, each breath punctuated with a needy moan and a thrust of his hips. 
With a strangled cry, he was cumming, eyes glued to your form as you fell apart on his cock. The pretty little whines you were making were going to be seared into his mind for as long as he lived. The white strings of his release covered your panties with some dripping down his fist and across his knuckles. 
He used your panties to clean up the mess he made. His cheeks flushed as the lace smeared his release over his cock. He prayed you’d leave the light on for him.  
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bf!mike who tries his hardest when it comes to date night. he may not be able to afford anything expensive but he wants to make memories with you.
bf!mike who hugs your clothes in bed while you’re working late and unable to make it back before dinner. he finds it more helpful than his pills.
bf!mike who walks around with a disposable camera which has photos of you doing small things around the house (or in his room).
bf!mike who calls you from work just to tell you that he loves you or just to have a small conversation because he loves your voice.
bf!mike who doesn’t know how to dance but when it comes to you two being alone at home he tends to slow dance to whatever slow song is playing on the radio with you.
bf!mike who follows you around the house constantly once you get back from work just so he can talk to you about your day even if he’s tired himself.
bf!mike that holds you close during the night whenever you have a hard day. he just wants you to know that he’s there for you.
bf!mike that lets you ride him in the back seat of his car
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I just got back from the fnaf movie,, brotha mike aint staying five nights at freddys we doing five rounds at my house
Had me gripping my seat and shit what the hell
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HII HRU :33 I saw your little Quackity oneshot and LOVED how you narrated it, I wanted to ask if you could write one about a male!s/o (or fem, if you want) x Quackity, male!s/o es singer and sings "Once more to see you - Mitski", indirectly dedicating it to Quackity who is watching him among the people with VIP tickets and his fans notice :'3,
— thx very much and take your time!!!
AHHHH OH MY GOD YES AND TYSM!!! I LOVE MITSKI!!!! <3
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Quackity x male! singer reader!!
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Alex stood in the crowd as he looked up at you. You looked so gorgeous in the lighting. The way you stood with your instrument in your hands. They way your hair swayed with every movement. The way your eyes glimmered with nervous excitement. The way your nose crinkled when you smiled or laughed.
He had to admit.
He was absolutely smitten for you.
He used to think his feelings for you were just 'bro and bro' feelings, or some silly roommate shit. But the moment he finally realized how gorgeous you were, he let himself understand that he was crushing on you.
hard.
Alex wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. Why was he nervous? The answer was right in front of him: you.
He watched as you began to play, the crowd applauding. He didn't care how much his ears rang from the volume of the excited crowd.
All he cared about was you.
"In the rearview mirror, I saw the setting sun on your neck.."
Your voice was so majestic, he swore he fell in love with you all over again. He listened to each lyric, head tilted.
He couldn't help but feel.. strange.
The way you glanced at him. The way your cheeks turned an obvious shade darker when you two made eye contact. The way his heart leaped to his throat and silenced his thoughts.
Oh.
Oh.
It all clicked.
That song was for him.
Alex's palms grew sweaty. His heart raced in his chest. His eyes nervously darted away. His cheeks grew red. A little voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to just say or do something. But, boy.. he took note of how many people there were. He needed to wait until the two of you were alone.
Eventually, the song came to an end and the crowd roared in absolute amazement. Alex pushed his way through the crowd until he reached the backstage area. He saw you, and his mind went blank.
It was now or never.
He approached you, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. "Hey." He spoke up, catching your attention.
"Hi."
One simple word and gosh he wanted to just sweep you off your feet and hold you and kiss you.
"You were really good." Was all he could manage. You looked away bashfully, smiling. "Thank you. It took some practice, but I'm glad I actually got it. Was it obvious I was nervous?"
Alex chuckled. "No. You.. you looked really good. I-I mean, you-- you sounded really good."
You chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "..Nice save. And.. thank you. I.. uh.. actually sang that for you."
Alex could've sworn his heart melted right there and then and his mind went blank again. His suspicions were right.
"..really?"
You nod. Alex grew quiet, rubbing the back of his neck. "..Mitski, huh?" You chuckled, fidgeting with your fingers. Alex took a deep breath.
"I like you. A lot, actually."
You looked up at him. You thought, if you died right there and then you'd die elated.
"I like you too. Hence the song."
Alex chuckled. He rubbed his arm, then offered you his hand, which you gladly took.
"..I always liked Mitski."
"..I know. Thats why I sang it for you."
"...God, I like you so much."
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AHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! <3
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showing and telling // golden guard/hunter x reader
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summary: touch-starved and ever-so-slightly injured, the golden guard shows up outside your window one day — and he’s got some things to tell you.
words: 1970
warnings: none!! just fluff:))
a/n: oh god it WOULD be a zuko-adjacent character who would get me writing fic again,,, at this point i only write soft cuddle sessions but so be it😌😌i’m a bit rusty since i haven’t written in a while, but feel free to send in some requests for hunter if you end up liking this!! i can’t guarantee anything since i’ll be going back to school in a few days, but i would like to write for him a bit more:)) hunter is aged up to 18 in this fic as well. enjoy!!
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When you live on the Boiling Isles, you get used to a lot of weird things bumping into windows. There’s bitter drops of acid rain that sizzle down the panes, fairies who see their own reflections and get territorial, and the occasional cursed pebble hurled as a prank by adolescent witches. The Golden Guard, Emperor Belos’ right-hand man, floating on his staff right outside your window, though? Now that’s something new.
You let out a string of surprised swear words that would certainly get you reprimanded had you been at Hexside, clambering over to unlatch and open the window. “What are you doing here?” you exclaim as you take him in, cheeks burning red.
You’ve formed a pretty substantial crush on the witch ever since the two of you had been shopping at the same market stall. You’d struck up a conversation with him, unaware of the muttering from the guards flanking him. After a few minutes, he’d thanked you curtly for your kindness and left, and you assumed that would be the last you’d see him. However, when you next went to the market, he was there at the same stall he’d been last time. This pattern continued, and you would bump into him more often than not when you were out on errands. Despite his position in Belos’ regime and the fact that you had never seen his face, you found yourself falling for his light, handsome voice and the passion for magic you sensed he had but never let himself fully discuss. Part of you hoped that all your chance meetings were a little more than just that, but you tried not to get your hopes up. After all, it was rumored that the Golden Guard was going to be given the highest position after Belos secured his rule — why would he be concerned with just another Hexside witch-in-training?
You shake the intrusive thoughts from your head, looking questioningly at the witch hovering inches away from your confused face. You’re not really sure how he even knows where you live — but you suppose nothing is a secret to one of the Emperor’s best soldiers.
“Hello. Can I, um — can I come in?” he asks. It’s a bit hard to tell with the impassive metallic mask he’s got on, but you think his voice sounds tired; it wavers and the end of his words tapers off rather quietly.
“Of course,” you answer, opening the window wider so he can fit. He bangs his arm awkwardly as he tries to clear the sill, and you have to hold back a laugh as he curses under his breath. Moments later, you find yourself staring at the odd sight of the Golden Guard himself sitting rather stiffly at the foot of your bed. He looks around your room in silence, and you clear your throat awkwardly before noting how he’s cradling the wrist he bumped on your window.
“Is your — wrist okay?” you ask, and he starts at your voice before looking down at his hands.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” he says, but you’re insistent.
“It looked like you banged it pretty good,” you say, kneeling in front of him. “Do you mind if I —“ You reach toward his glove, and he stiffens momentarily before nodding quickly. You wrap your fingers softly around his forearm, carefully sliding the glove off his injured hand. He inhales sharply as your fingers brush against his skin, and the sound causes you to pause briefly.
“Does it hurt?” you ask, surveying the small series of scrapes on the inside of his wrist. They don’t look too bad, but they are red enough to raise a bit of concern.
“Um — not horribly,” he answers, sounding a bit like he’s choking.
“Let me help anyway,” you say, and make a small, soft circle with your finger around the scraped area. The skin glows for a moment before evening out, good as new. You inspect the area, not realizing you’re still holding his hand until several moments later. You tilt your head upwards, gazing at the dark eye slot in his mask. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t protest when you bring your other hand up to cradle his.
You move your pointer finger softly up his wrist, pushing the fabric of his sleeve towards his elbow before making your way back down and stroking his palm. Your finger moves so slowly that your other hand feels several heartbeats from his wrist before the action is complete. Breathing in deeply, you bring his hand up to your lips, softly kissing the area you healed moments before. He lets out a small whimper, and you murmur a feel better? against his skin.
“Y-yeah,” he breathes shakily. “Can you, um — do that again?”
You gaze up at him for a moment before complying, repeating your action twice more. He slowly lets out a long exhale, and you press your lips to his palm before flipping his hand over and kissing the bone of his wrist. There’s several tiny scars on his knuckles, and you turn your attention to them next, covering each one with soft kisses as you slide his other glove off. You cradle each of his hands in yours, alternating between tracing tiny shapes and pressing your mouth to his skin. All the while he breathes above you, stilted at first but evening out as you continue, lulled into a soft rhythm by the sensations you’re flooding him with. After several long, quiet moments, you pause, looking back up at him.
“Why’d you really come?” you ask.
He’s silent for a moment, then: “Just wanted to see you, I guess.”
You blush and smile wide, stroking his knuckles with your thumb in response.
“I want to show you something,” he continues. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and — it just feels like the right thing to do.” He trails off, clearing his throat nervously, and you squeeze his hand softly in reassurance.
He takes a deep breath and continues. “The first time we met, I was completely caught off guard by how kind you were. I’m used to people whispering in fear or glaring or trying to suck up to me, but you were — different. You weren’t intimidated by my uniform; you just said hello. You made me feel like I mattered, like I was normal for just those few minutes. The second time we ran into each other, it was a coincidence, but the rest of the times were, um —“ You giggle at his admission, and he lets out a small laugh before continuing. “It’s just that — the more I stayed in the palace where everyone either fears me or looks down on me, the more I wanted to be free of all that — to be with you. Because you’re real and kind and I really, really like you. I came today to say thank you and to, uh — well, I want to show you my face.”
“Wow,” is all you can say for several moments. You blink rapidly as you collect your thoughts, and a grin spreads over your face as you speak. “I really, really like you too, and I’m honored that you would want to share yourself with me like that. You’re special to me, so that really means a lot.” He reluctantly draws his hands away from yours in response, bringing them up to his face and drawing a deep breath before taking off his mask.
The daydreams you’ve harbored for weeks about what he could look like evaporate when you’re faced with the real thing. His face is strong and handsome, Roman nose offsetting round cheeks and a sharp jawline. A scar streaks down the right side of his chin, and you notice his left ear has a bit missing as well. Once you meet his violet eyes, though, all else pales in comparison. Framed by waves of bright blond hair, they roam your face finally free of obstruction, long lashes blinking in awe. You’re sure your eyes have gone wide in shock — he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.
You’re broken out of your awestruck trance by his voice, softer than you’ve ever heard it. “Also — my name is Hunter,” he nearly whispers.
“Hi, Hunter,” you say with a wide smile, laughing softly in disbelief.
“Hi,” he answers, and he hesitantly lets a small grin spread over his face, revealing a captivating gap between his front teeth. He notes the downward movement of your eyes and closes his mouth nervously, blushing hard.
“Please don’t hide anything,” you say. “You’re so beautiful, Hunter.” His newly discovered name feels good in your mouth, and based on the smile making its way back onto his face, he loves hearing it as much as you love saying it.
You heave yourself up next to him on your bed, fingers intertwined. “May I?” you ask, bringing your hand up to his face. He nods, silent but eager, and you cup his right cheek softly. He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed and brows furrowing up without thought, clearly touch-starved and basking in your presence. You hold him there for several long moments before surging softly forward and leaving a soft kiss on his scarred cheek. His violet eyes shoot open and stare at you with equal parts surprise and affection.
“Okay?” you ask.
“Okay.” He’s breathless.
You bring your other hand up to push back the shiny blond strands that have fallen into his eyes. He sighs quietly at the feeling, and you press another kiss to his temple before softly doing the same to his eyelids. His eyelashes flutter under your lips, and you press your mouth softly to the dark circles under his eyes as well. The bridge of his nose is next before you make your way back to the scarred portion of his jaw. He initiates movement this time, tipping his forehead gently against yours and breathing in deeply. The two of you sit like that for several moments, just breathing the other in, until he draws slightly back. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “I was really worried about how you were gonna react — thought you might hate me or something.”
“I could never hate you, Hunter,” you say, kissing his scar again.
“I’ve done so many awful things—“ he starts, but you bring a finger to his lips.
“That didn’t stop us from becoming friends in the marketplace, and it doesn’t take away from the fact that I really, really like you,” you say. “You’re incredibly smart and strong and brave, and it’s okay to still be figuring where you can use all those talents to their fullest. You’re good, Hunter. You are so beautiful and so good and I can’t think of anything that would make me feel differently.” You feel wetness spill onto your fingers, and you see that he’s begun crying. “Oh, honey,” you whisper, drawing him into a hug. He sniffles against you for a moment before drawing back and letting you wipe his tears away with a sweep of your thumb.
“No one’s ever called me good before,” he says, watery. “Thank you.”
“Then I guess I’m gonna have to remind you from now on,” you say with a smile.
“Fine by me,” he grins softly back, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arms around you again. You luxuriate in his scent, content to breathe happily in and out with him. After several long moments you reposition yourself, wrapping around him from behind and carding your fingers through his hair. He sighs in pure bliss as your nails scratch his scalp, and you smile as you press a kiss against the nape of his neck.
The two of you aren’t moving anytime soon — Emperor’s agenda be damned.
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showing and telling // golden guard/hunter x reader
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summary: touch-starved and ever-so-slightly injured, the golden guard shows up outside your window one day — and he’s got some things to tell you.
words: 1970
warnings: none!! just fluff:))
a/n: oh god it WOULD be a zuko-adjacent character who would get me writing fic again,,, at this point i only write soft cuddle sessions but so be it😌😌i’m a bit rusty since i haven’t written in a while, but feel free to send in some requests for hunter if you end up liking this!! i can’t guarantee anything since i’ll be going back to school in a few days, but i would like to write for him a bit more:)) hunter is aged up to 18 in this fic as well. enjoy!!
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When you live on the Boiling Isles, you get used to a lot of weird things bumping into windows. There’s bitter drops of acid rain that sizzle down the panes, fairies who see their own reflections and get territorial, and the occasional cursed pebble hurled as a prank by adolescent witches. The Golden Guard, Emperor Belos’ right-hand man, floating on his staff right outside your window, though? Now that’s something new.
You let out a string of surprised swear words that would certainly get you reprimanded had you been at Hexside, clambering over to unlatch and open the window. “What are you doing here?” you exclaim as you take him in, cheeks burning red.
You’ve formed a pretty substantial crush on the witch ever since the two of you had been shopping at the same market stall. You’d struck up a conversation with him, unaware of the muttering from the guards flanking him. After a few minutes, he’d thanked you curtly for your kindness and left, and you assumed that would be the last you’d see him. However, when you next went to the market, he was there at the same stall he’d been last time. This pattern continued, and you would bump into him more often than not when you were out on errands. Despite his position in Belos’ regime and the fact that you had never seen his face, you found yourself falling for his light, handsome voice and the passion for magic you sensed he had but never let himself fully discuss. Part of you hoped that all your chance meetings were a little more than just that, but you tried not to get your hopes up. After all, it was rumored that the Golden Guard was going to be given the highest position after Belos secured his rule — why would he be concerned with just another Hexside witch-in-training?
You shake the intrusive thoughts from your head, looking questioningly at the witch hovering inches away from your confused face. You’re not really sure how he even knows where you live — but you suppose nothing is a secret to one of the Emperor’s best soldiers.
“Hello. Can I, um — can I come in?” he asks. It’s a bit hard to tell with the impassive metallic mask he’s got on, but you think his voice sounds tired; it wavers and the end of his words tapers off rather quietly.
“Of course,” you answer, opening the window wider so he can fit. He bangs his arm awkwardly as he tries to clear the sill, and you have to hold back a laugh as he curses under his breath. Moments later, you find yourself staring at the odd sight of the Golden Guard himself sitting rather stiffly at the foot of your bed. He looks around your room in silence, and you clear your throat awkwardly before noting how he’s cradling the wrist he bumped on your window.
“Is your — wrist okay?” you ask, and he starts at your voice before looking down at his hands.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” he says, but you’re insistent.
“It looked like you banged it pretty good,” you say, kneeling in front of him. “Do you mind if I —“ You reach toward his glove, and he stiffens momentarily before nodding quickly. You wrap your fingers softly around his forearm, carefully sliding the glove off his injured hand. He inhales sharply as your fingers brush against his skin, and the sound causes you to pause briefly.
“Does it hurt?” you ask, surveying the small series of scrapes on the inside of his wrist. They don’t look too bad, but they are red enough to raise a bit of concern.
“Um — not horribly,” he answers, sounding a bit like he’s choking.
“Let me help anyway,” you say, and make a small, soft circle with your finger around the scraped area. The skin glows for a moment before evening out, good as new. You inspect the area, not realizing you’re still holding his hand until several moments later. You tilt your head upwards, gazing at the dark eye slot in his mask. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t protest when you bring your other hand up to cradle his.
You move your pointer finger softly up his wrist, pushing the fabric of his sleeve towards his elbow before making your way back down and stroking his palm. Your finger moves so slowly that your other hand feels several heartbeats from his wrist before the action is complete. Breathing in deeply, you bring his hand up to your lips, softly kissing the area you healed moments before. He lets out a small whimper, and you murmur a feel better? against his skin.
“Y-yeah,” he breathes shakily. “Can you, um — do that again?”
You gaze up at him for a moment before complying, repeating your action twice more. He slowly lets out a long exhale, and you press your lips to his palm before flipping his hand over and kissing the bone of his wrist. There’s several tiny scars on his knuckles, and you turn your attention to them next, covering each one with soft kisses as you slide his other glove off. You cradle each of his hands in yours, alternating between tracing tiny shapes and pressing your mouth to his skin. All the while he breathes above you, stilted at first but evening out as you continue, lulled into a soft rhythm by the sensations you’re flooding him with. After several long, quiet moments, you pause, looking back up at him.
“Why’d you really come?” you ask.
He’s silent for a moment, then: “Just wanted to see you, I guess.”
You blush and smile wide, stroking his knuckles with your thumb in response.
“I want to show you something,” he continues. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and — it just feels like the right thing to do.” He trails off, clearing his throat nervously, and you squeeze his hand softly in reassurance.
He takes a deep breath and continues. “The first time we met, I was completely caught off guard by how kind you were. I’m used to people whispering in fear or glaring or trying to suck up to me, but you were — different. You weren’t intimidated by my uniform; you just said hello. You made me feel like I mattered, like I was normal for just those few minutes. The second time we ran into each other, it was a coincidence, but the rest of the times were, um —“ You giggle at his admission, and he lets out a small laugh before continuing. “It’s just that — the more I stayed in the palace where everyone either fears me or looks down on me, the more I wanted to be free of all that — to be with you. Because you’re real and kind and I really, really like you. I came today to say thank you and to, uh — well, I want to show you my face.”
“Wow,” is all you can say for several moments. You blink rapidly as you collect your thoughts, and a grin spreads over your face as you speak. “I really, really like you too, and I’m honored that you would want to share yourself with me like that. You’re special to me, so that really means a lot.” He reluctantly draws his hands away from yours in response, bringing them up to his face and drawing a deep breath before taking off his mask.
The daydreams you’ve harbored for weeks about what he could look like evaporate when you’re faced with the real thing. His face is strong and handsome, Roman nose offsetting round cheeks and a sharp jawline. A scar streaks down the right side of his chin, and you notice his left ear has a bit missing as well. Once you meet his violet eyes, though, all else pales in comparison. Framed by waves of bright blond hair, they roam your face finally free of obstruction, long lashes blinking in awe. You’re sure your eyes have gone wide in shock — he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.
You’re broken out of your awestruck trance by his voice, softer than you’ve ever heard it. “Also — my name is Hunter,” he nearly whispers.
“Hi, Hunter,” you say with a wide smile, laughing softly in disbelief.
“Hi,” he answers, and he hesitantly lets a small grin spread over his face, revealing a captivating gap between his front teeth. He notes the downward movement of your eyes and closes his mouth nervously, blushing hard.
“Please don’t hide anything,” you say. “You’re so beautiful, Hunter.” His newly discovered name feels good in your mouth, and based on the smile making its way back onto his face, he loves hearing it as much as you love saying it.
You heave yourself up next to him on your bed, fingers intertwined. “May I?” you ask, bringing your hand up to his face. He nods, silent but eager, and you cup his right cheek softly. He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed and brows furrowing up without thought, clearly touch-starved and basking in your presence. You hold him there for several long moments before surging softly forward and leaving a soft kiss on his scarred cheek. His violet eyes shoot open and stare at you with equal parts surprise and affection.
“Okay?” you ask.
“Okay.” He’s breathless.
You bring your other hand up to push back the shiny blond strands that have fallen into his eyes. He sighs quietly at the feeling, and you press another kiss to his temple before softly doing the same to his eyelids. His eyelashes flutter under your lips, and you press your mouth softly to the dark circles under his eyes as well. The bridge of his nose is next before you make your way back to the scarred portion of his jaw. He initiates movement this time, tipping his forehead gently against yours and breathing in deeply. The two of you sit like that for several moments, just breathing the other in, until he draws slightly back. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “I was really worried about how you were gonna react — thought you might hate me or something.”
“I could never hate you, Hunter,” you say, kissing his scar again.
“I’ve done so many awful things—“ he starts, but you bring a finger to his lips.
“That didn’t stop us from becoming friends in the marketplace, and it doesn’t take away from the fact that I really, really like you,” you say. “You’re incredibly smart and strong and brave, and it’s okay to still be figuring where you can use all those talents to their fullest. You’re good, Hunter. You are so beautiful and so good and I can’t think of anything that would make me feel differently.” You feel wetness spill onto your fingers, and you see that he’s begun crying. “Oh, honey,” you whisper, drawing him into a hug. He sniffles against you for a moment before drawing back and letting you wipe his tears away with a sweep of your thumb.
“No one’s ever called me good before,” he says, watery. “Thank you.”
“Then I guess I’m gonna have to remind you from now on,” you say with a smile.
“Fine by me,” he grins softly back, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arms around you again. You luxuriate in his scent, content to breathe happily in and out with him. After several long moments you reposition yourself, wrapping around him from behind and carding your fingers through his hair. He sighs in pure bliss as your nails scratch his scalp, and you smile as you press a kiss against the nape of his neck.
The two of you aren’t moving anytime soon — Emperor’s agenda be damned.
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UPDATE
Hi! just so everyone is aware, I am planning on writing this weekend. Everything that has been in my inbox for A WHILE will be answered!!!
Im so so so sorry for the wait! Ive been having not only writers block but ive been going through some mental issues again
Feel free to ask me anything you want me to write, and Ill get EVERYTHING DONE!!!
(those of you who requested me to write quackity fanfics, they will get done!! tysm for being patient!)
this is what I'll write for!
-super mario
-gotg
-toh
-stardew
-spiderman
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Confessions || Peter Quill
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pairing: peter quill x reader
summary: you admit to peter how you feel second to his and gamora’s relationship and receive the love declaration of your life
a/n: this is my first time writing for peter and writing in general in a while so pls bear with me! i’m also on vacation rn so this is not proofread at all and i can’t get the word count because I’m on mobile but it’s a blurb!
warnings: gotg spoilers?? angst, fluff, mentions of death, self consciousness, jealousy, arguments
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You would have been lying if you said you didn’t feel second to Gamora.
When you met Peter Quill on the battleground in your fight against Thanos, his wounds were still fresh. Too fresh. The woman that he had loved had died less than a day before for him, and the presence of another version of her did nothing but prolong the sting.
Though, in the two years since you had met, your relationship had slowly evolved from that of friendship and blossomed into an all consuming love.
It was hard not to lose yourself in it. He was funny, optimistic to a fault, oh-so kind… you could barely hold your head above the water.
Most of the time.
Despite all of that, there remained moments where you reminded yourself of the fact that if matters were different, he’d choose her over you every time. Those thoughts came out of nowhere but when they did- the idea of him holding her the same way he did you, laughing at her jokes the way he did yours- they ate away at you. But, you’d shake them away, close your eyes and find yourself lulling yourself back to sleep in Peter’s arms.
Your feelings, however, were bound to boil over at some point.
You don’t even remember how you found yourself in this fight with Peter, but you were deep into it, shouting at each other as you paced throughout the ship when you said the one sentence that stopped Peter in his tracks.
“I’m sorry I’m not her!”
It was as if the air in the room changed. The tough facade that Peter had been displaying deflated in front of your eyes, your hands balled into fists at your sides and you felt a stinging sensation at the corner of your eyes that hadn’t been there early.
You and Peter had talked about Gamora of course. You had listened to his stories and comforted him during rough nights, but what you had never done was share how you felt as though you were living in her shadow.
He pulled away from you as he furrowed his eyebrows.
“What does that mean?”
It was too late to turn back now.
“It means I’m tired of being your second choice, Peter.” You sighed. “It’s just that… I just love you, Quill. I love you so, so much. But I feel like I’m just this placeholder for her. You spent so long chasing that other version of Gamora when I was here this whole time. And I know its hard, and I know it wasn’t easy, but sometimes I just feel that… that you… that you wish I was her and I just want you to love me, Peter.”
You felt yourself let out a breath you hadn’t even realized that you were holding in and watched as Peter’s face softened.
He hesitantly moved from where he stood and took a step closer to you. When you didn’t step away, Peter stretched his hands out to meet you and laid his palms against your arms.
“How long have you felt this way?”
You avoided his eyes.
“Always.”
It’s like you could see the pang in chest.
You watched him swallow and squeeze his eyes shut.
“Y/n, I will tell you this as many times as you need to hear it,” Peter gripped your arms and met your eyes. “I love you. I love you so fucking much it eats me alive, I swear. And I did love Gamora. I can’t lie about that and I won’t. But that’s in the past, babe. I love you. You’re it for me.”
“Peter,”
“No. Shh.” He cut you off. “Let me give you the most epic, romantic love confession of all time, okay?”
You nodded your head and laughed, wiping away the tears that were threatening to spill at the corners of your eyes.
“Okay.”
His hands left your arms as he tugged at his hair and waved them around animatedly.
“Okay good because I love you.” He said. “And not to brag but it’s definitely more than you love me. I let it slide when you call Rocket the captain. I take the blame for you when I know you ate the last of Drax’s Zarg Nuts. I pretend like I don’t hear you telling Mantis every detail of our s-”
“Pete-”
“And I do that because I love you, definitely not because it boosts my ego at all.” Peter stepped back towards you and placed his hands in yours, squeezing them tightly. “And I’m so glad that you have such sick powers that are way cooler than anything I can do because that means that… that uh… wow I didn’t think I’d get so tripped up on this.”
The confidence that he had moments ago faltered.
“We both know it means that I’ll die first and thank god honestly because I can’t imagine living without you.”
A silence hung in the air as you both stood in shock. Him, at having admitted it. And you, having learned it for the first time.
“So, yeah.” Peter finished. “I love you. A lot.”
Your right hand slipped out of Peter’s and instead cupped his face in the palm of your hand. Your thumb rubbed against his scruff as your finger tips brushed his hair ever so slightly.
“I can’t imagine living without you either.” You said. “I love you so much. I’m sorry, Pete.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck while his slid around your waist, both of you gripping the other as if your life depended on it.
“Not to be cheesy, but you’re the one for me, okay?” He said. “The only one.”
You smiled, holding him to you tighter.
“You’re the one for me too, Peter.” You sighed. “I love you.”
The two of you stood like that, at peace in the other’s arms for a good while, soaking in the overwhelming love that you both felt. Until-
“You ate my Zarg Nuts?” Drax asked.
“Oh my go-”
“Jesus Christ, man!”
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Luigi nsfw hc's
Whew alright let's get right down to it boys
Warnings: just...alot of smut ok so be warned for intense horniness. I'm using fem pronouns but you can change them if you want and I do refer feminine body parts.
Key terms: b/s (breast size) h/t (hair type)
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Straight off the bat this man is a whimperer
He's also a whiner, groaner, moaner and most of all a praiser
praises the hell out of you
Whether your giving a blowjob or riding him he is gonna praise you
And he mostly does it in Italian
This man is a whole sailor mouth when he switches to his first language
"ohh bellissimo just like that just lik- oh merda! Mi dio amore, I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that..."
can't contain his moans, like at all
does that thing where he tries to cover up his moans with his hands
But your sucking him up so good that he can't help it and a couple slip out
First time you tried deepthroating him was hard
Now he wasn't long like 8 or 7 inches, but goddamn was he thick
I mean Really thick
His dick is a lot more tanner than his body and his tip is a nice pink with pre cum trickling down his shaft
A nice thick vein running down his shaft and his balls thick
A cute happy trail going under his belly button and grouped right above his cock
It took a while to get use to but with some guidance from him you were able to take him
His most sensitive spot is the underside of his tip
That's where you have him near hollering
He grips your hair and shoves his dick up your throat and arches his back to try and go deep enough
When he cums it's a lot, like bucket's full
He was virgin until he met you, so all that cum was pretty much stored away until his first time with you
It's so much that it ends up dripping down your chin
And his cum isn't so salty but it's a little sweet too
Now when he's giving head, ohohoho
He is one hell of a sloppy eater
Like really sloppy
treats you like a 5 star, full course meal
When he's between your legs he likes to grab on your thighs for more better leverage
Sometimes puts your legs over his shoulders to get more of you
And Shakes head now and then and his stache giving your clit little tickles
gets so lost in eating you out that he subconsciously starts grinding his dick on the mattress
Accidentally overstims you from being down there for so long and you end up squirting
When he gets up from between your legs the bottom of his face is absolutely soaked
Your juices dripping down his chin and that cute little mustache of his is drenched
All that was to prep you though (but he sometimes does it for his own pleasure too)
Like I said he's really thick and Luigi know's that, so he had to prepare you before slipping in
The first time he slipped him in your cunt he nearly cummed
Your insides was so warm and soft
He barley held himself back from jackhammering inside you
He starts off slow to make sure your comfortable with his size
And constantly asks if your ok, once he gets the thumbs up from you he goes off
And I mean Really goes off
The way he starts pounding instantly into you throws you off alot
You didn't expect him to go so hard but holy shit
It feels. So. Good
You have to your arms or hands attached to his shoulder to ground yourself so you don't bang your head on the wall
Please please please scream his name, it makes him even go deeper and faster
At some point Luigi pauses just so he can go grab your thighs and fold them up on both sides of your head
His hands are course and calloused from his work
literally has no idea how strong he is
Once your legs is in place he goes back to pounding
At this point your lost, tears of pleasure are pooling up at your waterline, gripping the sheets and tongue hanging out
You can't even say proper words just moans ,whimpers and babbling his name
The constant wet sounds of his pounding was echoing through his room along with his groans and gasps
Luigi is eternally grateful that his family is out along with his brother, because this man can go for multiple rounds
The second round, Luigi has you on top and goes slow but deep
Your head resting on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around his back
a thin layer of sweat was covered on your body and thighs shaking from your last orgasm
Luigi insisted on letting him handle you because of how hard he was last round (which he apologized for)
Lifts you up by your thighs and drops you down on his cock
feeling like it's going deeper inside each time
Mumbles in Italian at how good your taking him and how well your doing
Giving you small kisses everytime at the end of each sentance
Speaking of kisses he is sloppy
Super sloppy, tongue, spit and everything
sucks your tongue right when you guys part and gasping for air before diving back in again
Likes to tilt his head to make the kiss go deeper, his cute little stache tickling your nose
After the small little make out session he grips his hands on the globs of your ass and starts pounding back into you
You leave little hickies on his shoulders and neck while he goes at it and Licking them after wards
Would gently tug hair so your head can move away from his neck and would attach his mouth on to your own
Giving his own hickies before moving down towards your b/s tits and sucking on them
And he sucks hard, it's a little painful but it turns you on
From your pov, he had his eyebrows furrowed and closed eyes
The desperate look and his whimpers was making you close once more
It was like he was trying suck out milk from your tits
You don't know it but Luigi has a major breeding kink
He wants to breed you, wanting a family of his own
wants to see your belly round, and your tits filled with milk
And a wedding band on your finger showing the world your his
The thought made his pace go faster and more desperate
You were giving out chopped whines from the way he was pounding into you
His own whines turning into loud moans
He kept going until you felt his hips stutter and calling your name
Soon you felt a warm feeling flooding your womb
His cum was filling your womb like an icing bag filling a donut
It was so much that it was near painful
Luigi lifted you off his cock slowly and his tip popped out from your cunt
His cum leaking in thick portions out of you and onto the bed
acted quickly and plugged you with two of his fingers
The aroma of sex was filled in the air from your lovemaking
He slowly laid down on his bed, taking you with him
His free hand moving a few stray (h/t) hairs that was sticking to your sweaty forhead
Kisses the top of your head and cheek, telling how well you did
"you did so well amore" *kiss* "so good" *kizz* "so perfect" *kiss* "il mio bellissimo amore~"
The king of aftercare
Let's you rest in his bed before dressing up and grabbing a warm towel to clean you up
Helping you drink water and a snack then helping you dress up
Tucks you in his bed and laying down with you to nap
When his brother comes home 3 hours later, he peeks in his brothers room to check on him
The moment he sees you cuddling Luigi, who's snoring away, he smirks knowingly and chuckles
He knows exactly why he asked for a day off today
He let you guys sleep and offered to give him and you left overs after their mom asked where you two were
Back in his room you two were dead asleep, his arms wrapped around you and nuzzling his face in your hair
A/n: okaaaay I need to let out some steam after this, if you guys want some oneshots or more hc's don't be afraid to ask
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star-1111 · 1 year
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awwww <3
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star-1111 · 1 year
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so upset rn i wish the owl house s3 was so much longer i hate homophobia i hate feeling so sad i hate that my comfort show is over forever i love the ending i just wish it was longer im sobbing right now help
"Thanks for finding me" - H
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