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soraphic · 6 months

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this isn't proofread at allllllll i rlly couldn't be fucked i'm sorry. (babydaddy)plug!connie (with abt a paragraph of eren🙈),smut,dirty talk,connie has a breeding kink,unprotected sex,creampie.. that's it?

𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 — 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢 (𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝)

you were being practically folded in half atop the crisp,white sheets of an uncomfortably sanitised hotel room as your phone rang.

a loud groan was let out from the man above you,but he allowed you a slither of space to pick up the facetime as you argued - "what if something's happened?"

you had entrusted your son with his daddy for the long weekend as your new,although not inherently a stranger,boyfriend pampered you with a trip from philly to new york.

he had coerced you into a sex-filled getaway with the notion that,as a 'single mother',you deserved some time off and that your son would adore some quality time with his dad.

you agreed on the promise that your baby would be out of all that 'gang shit',to which connie swore on his life he would keep.

that now left you and your son in different states and a slightly uneasy feeling in your stomach for the majority of the day. however,as if connie telepathically knew when his presence would be most annoying,he decided to call you just as things were progressing with you and your new beau.

you picked up the facetime,watching connie's face light up the screen with a shit eating grin. "hey,mami."

he had the dark hood of his custom all-black clothing pulled over his head,the slight peak of a ski mask able to be seen framing his face,highlighting the small cross decorating his cheekbone,as well as your name in cursive bending just above his eyebrow.

immediately conscious of the lack of the noise on his end of the line,you asked,"where's my son at,connie?"

"relax,ma,he sleepin' right next to me." he shuffled the camera to display your baby's sleeping figure,lips pursed and long lashes touching the fat of his cheeks as he slept. so serious,just like his daddy.

the phone was then brought back to connie,his jawline sharp as he pushed his tongue into his cheek,reaching over to adjust your son's blankets with the end of a pacifier hanging out of his mouth,phone resting against his chest.

after sorting your son,he looked back toward you,readjusting in his seat against the cream-coloured couch to take in the sight of you.

your hair was strewn out all over the pillows,your dark lip liner smeared down your chin and a content expression on your face having seen your child. although he had the joys of being blissfully unaware,seeing connie beside your own state through the facetime had you slightly reconsidering. you looked nothing like how you usually did after a fuck with connie,your makeup and lashes usually cried off with smears of drool down your chin simply from the delicious feeling of him pounding you. you shook off the thought almost as quickly as it came,not allowing yourself to indulge in it until you were at least back home.

"you been feedin' my baby?" the way you said it held a warning to it,but it never really worked with connie.

"you think 'ion know how to look after my son? he been eatin' good,ma,none of that formula shit."

you hesitated to praise him,not wanting to irritate your boyfriend further with any ex-to-ex pet names.

there was a few moments of content silence,but it was short-lived as it always is with connie,"so you not out with all your lil' girlfriends tonight?"

you had almost forgotten you had told him it was a 'girls vaca' to blow off some steam,mikasa and sasha covering for you while cosied up in their own homes.

eren scoffed beside you,dropping his head to laugh into his chest. you slapped his arm,demanding him to be quiet with your eyes alone,hoping to god connie hadn't heard the deep grumble of a painfully obviously male laugh.

"yo,you got someone else in there wit' you?"

the immediate reaction probably should've been to deny,deny,deny,but instead your instinct was to clap back at him just as hard.

"'n what if i did? we not dating,connie,you just the dick that impregnated me."

"no puedo creer," he mutters with a hand to his forehead,"who the fuck is it?"

"why do you care?" you knew you were being defensive,but who was he to stop you seeing other people?

"estupida,you on some fuckin' bae-cation with this mámon?"

"leave him alone,connie!"

"oh,so he there 'n he not gon' speak?coño."

you began to formulate an argument to fire back at him,as well as eren opening his mouth to speak,but the 3 of you were cut off by the shrieking sounds of a baby crying as your shouting had awoken your son.

connie was quick to place his phone down,carefully taking your son into his arms. he then leaned down to pick you up,bouncing your son on his hip as he pointed toward the camera,"look,you want your mami? say hi to mami,chico."

your son almost immediately settled,nuzzling into his daddy as connie pressed his lips to the swell of your son's cheek,giving a few kisses before moving to place one against his forehead.

you stopped your cooing at the screen to snap at connie once your son with settled. "look at you,now you done woke him up!"

he didn't reply,just continued to rock your son,now hyper aware of the fact that there was some guy balls deep in his baby mom listening in on your conversation.

"so you not gon' answer me now?"

"watchu want me to say?"

you were almost speechless. it wasn't like connie to ever avoid an argument like this,usually by this point having severely lost his shit. did he not care anymore?

you huffed,shifting around in the bed uncomfortably,pursing your lips,"'kay,i'll call you tomorrow morning before my drive."

your bags made an awful screech across the hard wood floors of connie's home,one the two of you previously shared. it had been up to you to design the interior,and not a day went by that you didn't severely regret your choice of flooring.

you quickly rid yourself of your scarf and jacket,hanging them neatly beside an array of both yours and connie's coats. even after moving all your important shit out,there was still bits and pieces of you filling connie's home,one that he still considered to be just as much yours as it was his. you were left in the knitted two piece you travelled in,paired with the chestnut uggs connie had gotten you last year,a fact about most of your outfits eren wasn't privy to. the beige tracksuit was one connie had always appreciated you in,which maybe contributed to your decision on the outfit this morning,although you'd never admit to it. it really did look good on you,but whether you mostly believed that because of his words and inability to keep his wandering hands off you you weren't exactly sure.

you practically skipped into the sitting room,having missed your two favourite boys for 3 days. the cheesy grin you were wearing grew ten fold when you were greeted with the sight of your son cuddled up on the couch in your baby daddy's arms,both almost completely immersed in connie's phone.

his eyes flickered up to meet yours for just a second,before breaking the contact and staring back at the screen. you couldn't help but frown slightly,almost dragging your feet over to him as you bend down to pick up your son,his eyes growing when he recognised your face. connie almost felt smug when he noticed your long nails curling around your son's chubby torso,ones he had paid for with his initial tattooed into your ring finger.

"you gon' stay silent the whole time,connie?"

his gaze snapped up to your face,feeling almost caught out by the cat-like grin spread across your face as you cuddled into your son.

"nah,jus' thinkin'." he shrugged.

"about?"

"-how good you gon' look wit' another one of my babies in you."

he leaned back with one arm spread across the headrest of the couch,a shit eating grin plastered across his face as he eyed you watching him,jaw dropped and spluttering for words.

"that's! no,connie.. i told you,that's not gon' happen again."

"what's not gon' happen? you lettin' me fuck you or gettin' you pregnant?" his grin only grew,head cocked at you with narrowed eyes,taking deep pleasure in catching every bit of your reaction.

"enough,connie!"

"gon' put another baby in you,yeah?"

you shook your head desperately,hot tears wetting your fresh lashes and cascading down your red cheeks. "no,,no—" he clamped a hand down over your mouth to stop your wailing,shushing you as he leaned down to press his lips to the back of his knuckles. the fog clouding your brain and the bruising snap of his hips had you convinced you could feel his plump lips brushing against your own as he spoke.

"shh,ma,you gon' wake him up."

your heavy-lidded eyes drifted to the sleeping figure of your son,wrapped up next to the two of you in the portable bassinet you insisted connie bought to transport your son between houses when the two of you split for the third - or fourth - time. shallow breaths were leaving his full,parted lips. you couldn't help but feel shame bubble inside you at the feeling of your wetness spread embarrassingly over connie's thighs while he drilled you.

you opted to close your eyes,leaning your head back with connie's hand muffling your cries. the bastard laughed at you,leaning back to readjust the angle at which he ploughed you,now using the hand against your jaw as leverage to his thrusts.

"you wan' a lil' girl this time,ma?"

you whined in response,pushing against his hips in a feeble attempt to get him to let up on your abused pussy.

"she gon' look jus' like you.. dios mio.. all pretty n' shit.."

he started to pant,pushing his thumb against your lips. you opened your mouth to him,too fucked out to deny him any longer. he pushed the digit flat against your tongue,allowing your lips to close around him while he tipped his head back,letting a loud groan out into the room.

you hummed around his thumb,pulling him toward you with a tight hand around the bone of his hip,tits almost smacking you in the face with the force of their bouncing as he sped up.

he brought his unoccupied hand from your waist to rub at your overstimulated clit,pouting his lips at the pure horror that wash over your face,"one more so i can fill you up n' i'm done,baby."

you felt your next climax crash through you almost immediately after he came in contact with your sore nub,too overstimulated to hold out against his teasing. he spilled inside you soon after,fucking his cum into you as he kissed at the fat of your cheek,doting on you after such aggressive sex.

his eyes moved to the side of his head to quietly check on your son,still soundly sleeping,while you fought against passing out and staying the night.

though,you eventually woke up to connie's aggravating snoring right in your ear and a heavy,tattooed arm slung over your waist.

soraphic 2k23 — please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms: i do not tolerate them at all.

#𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊#plug!connie smut #plug!connie #plug!eren #connie springer #connie springer smut #eren yeager #attack on titan

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iliektehhaxs · 8 months

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Headcanons of the day, RE edition! NSFW in bold.

Leon has very pretty eyes, it’s one of the first things anyone notices about the DSO Agent. For all his insecurities, the one thing he’s proud of is his eyes. They’re so emotive as well, perhaps it’s why he tends to hide his gaze when speaking to people, because his eyes always tell a different story than his lips. When the both of you sit and home and he stares at you like you’re the very sun, he never needs to say “I love you.”, his eyes do it for him.

When it comes to you, he uses his angelic gaze to his advantage. Forcing you on the bed, his crystal blue eyes are the only thing you see as his tongue works miracles against your sex, the vibrant color nearly overtaken by his blown out pupils. It gets too much to bear at times, when you have to force yourself to look away only to sob when he stops devouring your pussy like it’s his last meal. He mumbles against your thighs, not quite coherent, random uttering of your name as he sloppily leaves bite marks on the sensitive skin. It almost feels like he’s whining, desperate to see your face contort in bliss. He won’t dare to make a single move, not until you look back at him and only then will he indulge in his favorite meal.

Chris never realized he was into size difference until he bulked up. Sure he was a pretty tall guy before, but there’s a dee sense of pride when he flexes and he noticed your eyes immediately drawn to his arms. He’ll pretend for a while that he doesn’t feel your gaze, but eventually he’ll turn around and catch you in the act with a hint of a smirk. That smirk only grows wider when he sees your pretty face get embarassed and look away. He’s pretty humble most days but your reaction to his size, that’s the one thing he can safely say is his vice.

That pride comes out tenfold in the bedroom. His body overshadows your own, nearly disappearing beneath his larger frame as he fucks you harder and harder into the mattress. Slow, methodical, calculating, every thrust thought out to bring you to your release as fast as possible. Your hands scramble for purchase, moving anywhere they can touch before settling on his arms and squeezing shakily, not able to wrap even one hand around his biceps. You’re so small, that it’s no surprise that he can take both your wrists into his one hand and pin them above your head with barely any effort, the sight of you helpless below him his very own heaven.

Carlos purrs like a cat when you get your hands in his hair, it’s like his weak spot. Something about the action is very calming to him, so if he’s having a bad day he’ll lay on you like the worlds most handsome weighted blanket and let you go to town. You can actually feel him relaxing in your hold, and you’re content to let him lay there for as long as he needs.

Carlos also reacts favorably in the bedroom, when it’s only the two of you alone accompanied by the wet slap of skin on skin, when your combined noises become his own personal symphony. Your fingers curling and pulling at his strands, encouraging words as your thighs wrap around his hips and pull him ever closer to your wanting heat, it’s as if an alarm goes off in his head and suddenly all self control is lost. He moves against you with a vigor that wasn’t there before, fucks you with no abandon and makes no move to stop even when your legs shake and you cry out that it’s too much, that you can’t come anymore. All of it falls on deaf ears however, because Carlos shows zero signs of stopping, and your pleas only spur him on further.

#robo writes #resident evil #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut #carlos oliveira smut #chris redfield smut

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 3 months

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😘 for the drabble event please <3

Thank you for the ask! Sorry about the lateness.

Thorin could admit he felt relieved to finally be back within Erebor’s walls. Aside from the general comfort he found from the home he fought so hard to reclaim, the skirmish with the orcs on the road had left him worn and anxious. Luckily, none from his party had received any injuries past a shallow cut or a few good bruises. However, protocol mandated that they inform Erebor by raven of any deviation to their schedule. He just knew Bilbo was going to kill him.

They were greeted at the front gates by healers and guards. Thorin’s cut on his forearm, he had received in battle, was cleaned, smeared in poultice, and wrapped despite the fact that it was barely a scratch. While Oin worked, Thorin asked after Bilbo. The other dwarf grimaced.

“He’s in a council meeting right now, but he was all but threatening to ride out and find you.”

Thorin grimaced. He wasn’t sure how he felt about having his fears confirmed.

“I probably better go up and face him then.”

“Now don’t put this off! You get up there and face him properly!” Oin demanded, clearly having not heard Thorin.

He tried not to roll his eyes as he swept his way towards the meeting rooms off the throne room. When he arrived, Bilbo refused to make eye contact with him. Even when all the other lords stopped to bow and greet him, Bilbo remained cool with his lips pursed together tightly. Thorin sat down gingerly, delivering his report from the Iron Hills before Balin called for a recess. Thorin tried to fight it as diplomatically as he could, not wanting to be left with his irate husband. Yet, despite his wishes, dwarves filed out one by one until they were left alone.

“Bilbo, amrâlimê (my love)...” Thorin began.

His chair was pulled back, and suddenly he found himself with a lapful of hobbit, kissing anywhere and everywhere he could reach.

“Are you hurt?” He murmured against his skin.

Thorin shook his head even as he admitted to the nick on his arm. Bilbo grasped his hand, kissing his palm before giving it a tight squeeze.

“I’ve been so worried.” He admitted, pressing his forehead against Thorin’s shoulders.

Thorin grinned slightly not believing his good luck.

“So you’re not mad?”

Bilbo’s eyes cut to meet his own, sharp and raging.

“I am absolutely furious! Following an orc scout, only to be ambushed? What were you even thinking?! But I promised myself that I wouldn’t scream until I was assured you were okay so…”

Thorin latched onto Bilbo’s lips, making it clear he didn’t want to let him go. The hobbit relaxed into the kiss, content for now to indulge him. If Thorin was truly lucky, he might be able to distract his husband from a fight completely. Unlikely, but a dwarf could dream.

Send me Hugs & Kisses!

#sunny answers stuff #the hobbit #bagginshield #desperate kisses

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utanoprincesamascenarios · 1 year

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qn hcs for a s/o that is used like a body pillow for each of the tired members ? Or like the qn members glomp on their s/o after a long day at work or coming back from a tour ;;;

Reiji

Reiji is probably the most energetic person his s/o has ever met, but when he crashes after a long day, he crashes hard.

His s/o notices that Reiji is the most well-rested after the nights that they spend together. Naturally, he’s the most exhausted after coming home from a long tour.

The first place he stops is at his s/o’s place, which is very sweet all things considered. He used his last bit of energy to be with his s/o. (never mind the fact that they’ll probably cook for him and give him a lot of cuddles.)

Once he’s settled, he gets super comfortable right next to his s/o. His head rests on their chest, and he will refuse to let them out of his grip. He’ll sigh until his s/o starts to play with his hair. They’ll talk a little bit, but Reiji is more interested in tired kisses and sweet whispers about how much he missed being at home.

Reiji will try his hardest to fight off the sleepiness that’s about to consume him, but his s/o is so soft and warm and safe that he’ll drift off, trapping them beneath him. They don’t mind, though. They just keep rubbing his back until they fall asleep too.

Ranmaru

Ranmaru is a night owl, so his sleep schedule and his s/o’s don’t always line up. They’re both pretty independent, so it’s never a problem.

The nights after concerts or traveling, though, are a little different. Ranmaru will seek out his s/o, no matter how late at night he finishes a performance. Ranmaru runs through his nightly routine as fast as he can, taking care to make sure he makes no noise.

He’ll crawl into bed with his s/o, trying his best not to wake them. He wraps himself around them, and in the process he’ll accidentally wake them up.

His s/o will shift around so they can both get comfortable, and Ranmaru will end up in their arms. There’s nothing more relaxing than using his s/o as a pillow, and they’ll indulge him every chance that they can.

It’s a rare intimate moment and a side of Ranmaru that no one else gets to see, and it’s a relief to be able to let his guard down a little. They don’t say much, but Ranmaru will grab his s/o’s hand for another little layer of comfort. His s/o will give him back scratches until they both drift off to sleep.

Ai is almost always able to keep his routine regular, but some nights sleep will escape him, no matter how hard he tries to settle in.

Something that always seems to help, though, is using his s/o as a pillow. There’s something about being closer than usual that helps soothe worries he wasn’t even aware he had. The sound of his s/o’s heartbeat is one of his favorite sensations in the world.

Ai will also get a little more clingy when he notices that his s/o is having a bad day. In the past, he’s observed that this tactic helps their mood, so he continues to do it. It benefits both of them, after all.

He’s not usually one for PDA of any kind, so these little moments between the two of them are ones that they both savor. Sometimes his s/o will try to change their positions, but Ai much prefers having his s/o as the pillow. He’ll swap with them if they insist, but his s/o knows his preference and spoils him with it.

Ai will hum when he’s content. It’s a cute little sound that his s/o loves, and it’s a sign that they’re doing something right.

Camus

Camus is able to keep his polite facade up for great lengths of time, but it’s inevitable that the mask eventually comes off. When that happens, he needs a little bit of time to recoup.

He needs a little bit of alone time, but it doesn’t last that long. He’ll seek out his s/o sooner than later, and when his s/o sees him walking up with an exhausted look on his face, they know just what to do.

Camus isn’t really a touchy person in general, but he makes an exception here. His s/o helps him get cozy and they’ll embrace him while he relaxes on top of them. It’s a side that no one else ever gets to see.

He’ll use this time to vent any frustrations he has. His s/o will just nod along and listen. He’s not looking for advice. He just wants to let off steam and be coddled a little bit while he does.

He won’t let go of his s/o until he’s ready, either. They’ll gently suggest that they could go get him some tea or sweets, but he’ll just hold onto them tighter. Their little cuddle session isn’t over until he says it is, and his s/o will hold him as long as he needs.

#utapri #uta no prince sama #reiji kotobuki #ranmaru kurosaki #ai mikaze #camus #camus utapri #quartet night #headcanons

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zeenmrala · 2 years

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Expensive Tastes - Cad Bane x Fem/AFAB!Reader

SUMMARY: As an immensely wealthy heiress, the ongoing Clone Wars are making your life increasingly complicated. Being rich and influential in a galaxy-wide conflict comes with many problems: problems that threaten, plot and talk too much. Problems that need solving...permanently. So of course, you have hired the most renowned bounty hunter in the galaxy to locate the source of these problems, and subtly take them out. But after completing his third job for you, Cad Bane offers much more than his usual solutions – and the understanding between you blossoms into a new, more bountiful arrangement. RATING: 18+. This work is explicit due to sexual content, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. WORD COUNT: 5.5k CW/TW: Reader is a rich bitch, cis woman, with she/her pronouns. Alcohol, brief and very mild threat. Pure, shameless smut. Brat-taming, name calling, degradation, dirty talk, masturbation, biting, smacking, spanking, hair-pulling, vaginal fingering, m!receiving oral sex, rough unprotected PiV sex. NOTES: This is another filthy one, and my first time writing for Bane. You also can read this fic on AO3.

Expensive Tastes - Cad Bane x Reader

You lounge back on your chaise longue, draping your body across it with a severe lack of the elegance and grace that should befit a woman of your station, a flute glass of your favourite wine held lazily in your hand. The sunlight pours in through the doorway, the warmth kisses your face as you indulge in the sweet, chittering noises of summer on Naboo. You have stolen a precious week away to unwind in your secret vacation home, having finally found time to escape to the islands and the waterfalls of this beautiful planet. It is such a dream in itself – the weather perfect, the location exotic, your home plush and extravagant.

But to be able to distance yourself from the insipid, relentless idiots who so unashamedly beg and fawn for your credits is what is truly priceless. The brief reprieve from the constant throng of nattering politicians is utter bliss. Their insistence on licking your boots, being so desperate in their demands, unyielding in their mooching and scrounging – by the Galaxy, it is exhausting. You curse yourself for having ever expressed interest in their cause: you should have insisted on staying neutral in their ridiculous war. It would have at least kept them somewhat at bay.

But now you are finally alone – well, except for your protocol droid, affectionately named Mo – but she doesn’t really count. You know she is currently wandering around somewhere outside, as you have demanded that she stay far, far away from you. No one is to bother you for the next day at the very least. Your only company is to be the sun, your drinks and silence. No messages, no transmissions, no interruptions. You release a dreamy sigh, shifting softly beneath the sun’s warmth on your skin.

At just that moment, the light from the doorway is suddenly blocked, throwing you into shade. With an irritated grumble, you turn curiously to see what is stopping it. If it is that blasted droid again you will consider shutting her down for good. You open your eyes, about to curse her out for finding a reason to interrupt you in spite of your very clear commands. But it isn’t Mo.

You recognise the silhouette of this person immediately. That tall, relaxed physique, the way he leans so nonchalantly against the door frame. That kriffing hat.

Cad Bane, bounty hunter and mercenary for hire, stands in the doorway of your villa.

“How did you find me here?” you seethe as you lean forward, staring him down.

“Easily.”

“Out,” you say through gritted teeth as you slump back and close your eyes. You cannot believe that he has the audacity to show up. Not only at the location of your very hidden holiday home, where you so clearly do not wish to be disturbed – but also after the kark he pulled the last time he was with you? There is no way you are humouring him. No way.

Blasted man.

“I am not dealing with your nonsense today. Leave.”

“Now that’s no way to speak to the fella who saved your skin,” he drawls, his voice modulated by those strange breathing tubes he uses.

“Oh do shut up,” you retaliate. “I told you to contact me via holo only. And how dare you track me here? Was I not explicit in my instructions?”

“Eh.” He brushes you off. “I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Not likely,” you say with a pretentious scoff. Even so, you shoot him a curious stare. Surely he would not just happen to be on world, and in the most lavish, upscale part of the planet at that?

“Aren't you pleased to see me?”

“You are fortunate I even hired you again after the havoc you wreaked last time I saw you. Cad Bane, you are pushing your luck.”

“And clearly already pushing your buttons.”

You ignore him, though you open your eyes to scrutinise him. “Don’t you have a sleemo to hunt down? I am not paying you to bother me.”

“I did the job,” he replies with a shrug.

You arch a brow in disbelief. “Already?”

He nods, and you sit up eagerly. “I can’t believe - did you confirm the kill?”

“Obviously,” he says defensively, sauntering into the room. “What do you take me for?”

You nod, relieved, and then drain the wine from your glass with a shrug. “Well I thought you said you weren’t an assassin.”

“I’m not – but I can be anything for the right price,” he asserts as he further paces into the room. “It was an easy job. Much too easy for what you’re paying. What’s the catch?” he adds suspiciously, twirling the toothpick between his teeth.

“There is no catch. I wanted him gone.” You collect yourself, crossing your legs and meeting his eyes. “As for the payment, I can dock it if it would make you more comfortable.”

“You wouldn’t dare, little lady.”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?” You roll your eyes and shake your head before continuing - though you are now much more short with him. “Money is no object or obstacle to me. I can afford to hire the best, and so I do.”

He smirks. “The best?”

You immediately realise your mistake of stroking his ego, and you groan. “Do not flatter yourself, Bane. Your services are simply a means to an end.”

He ignores you, now helping himself to a drink from your personal mini-bar. “So who’s next?”

“What?”

He removes the toothpick from his mouth and flicks it to the floor. You flash him a glare but he smirks, maintaining eye contact with you as he leans against the bar, and then knocks back his drink. He then grabs the bottle and moves to pour another.

“Careful,” you warn him. “That bottle is worth much more than what you have earned in the past month.”

He nods. “Yes, I’m sure it is - you have very expensive tastes.”

He then pours himself an even larger measure. The bastard.

“You must have another problem for me to solve,” he states. "Once you've paid me for the last one, of course."

You sigh.

“Hey, I’m not judging you lady. This was number three, over the course of what – six months? You most definitely have another.”

“Not for you.”

“I haven’t let you down yet, have I?” He finishes his drink, then places the glass down with a gentle thud. “But I also ain’t begging for your business.”

You sneer at him. “Good. I am sick of your attitude. I shouldn’t have hired you again after the kark you pulled at our last meeting.”

He groans. “If I didn’t step in you’d be long dead…”

“Bane, you killed four of them!” you snap, a harsh bite to your words, and you stand. “Four bodies at my door. Four. The whole point of my hiring you was for secrecy, subtlety. Everything is much too fragile for anything less.”

“I know what I’m doing,” he replies apathetically. “It was necessary.”

“Please. Don’t act like it wasn’t some absurd, self-indulgent show of heroism. You have always been trying to prove something to me,” you taunt him.

He scoffs, shaking his head. He is closer to you now, so close that the edge of his large hat is almost shading you.

“Low-life outlaw,” you add with a callous mutter.

“You ain’t worth the trouble,” he grumbles, ignoring your insult. “I only stepped in because you had yet to pay me.”

“Is that why you are here now? To be paid? Is that all?” you ask, twisting your empty glass in your fingers. He squints his eyes at you, then looks down to your hands.

“Thirsty, little lady?” he asks with a patronising hum. “Why not fix yourself something?”

“Do not tease me. You know I don’t make my own drinks.”

“Obviously,” he says, walking forward so that he is manoeuvring you backwards. He swiftly steers you until your back is against the wall on the other side of the room. “You’re much too grand for that, aren’t you?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat at how easily he has cornered you, and a slight apprehension takes a hold of you now. You are alone with a very dangerous man, and nobody knows where you are. But what fear you expect to feel does not settle. In fact, you notice a completely different feeling altogether… He brushes his fingers against yours as he takes the wine glass from your hand. His touch causes a surprising shock of heat to shoot through your core, and you register that the threat of him being here…well, it is somewhat appealing to you. And if you are honest with yourself, so is his arrogance and unwavering confidence - though such qualities often vex and enrage you, they have slowly made you warm to him in a way that you were never intending to act upon. Not until now, it seems. You find yourself appreciating the sight of him, and then swiftly hoping that he is as attracted to you, as you are to him in this moment.

You look up at him curiously, attempting to keep your sudden desires from burning behind your gaze. You are now astutely aware of the fact that only a thin, satin robe stands between him and your naked body. The robe ends just above your knees, your legs painfully bare, and you suddenly feel a gorgeous, enflaming vulnerability. Just the two of you. No interruptions, no expectations.

Your self-preservation bleeds away, and you swiftly want nothing more than to piss him off and further rile him up, to see how far you can push him. To see if he’d really go as far as touching you harder, caressing your skin possessively with his long, steady fingers. To see if he wants you, like you want him. The idea is suddenly all engulfing, and you now crave nothing more than to know how it feels to be fucked by such a threatening, perilous man.

As if sensing your bravado he tsks, and purposefully lets the flute slip from his fingers. It drops to the floor, the glass shattering with a sharp clink against the cool, marble flooring. The sound briefly pulls you from your shameless longing. You contain a gentle gasp, and flicker your eyes to the floor, scrutinising the mess he has made.

“Hmm. That was worth more than the life of the first man I paid you to take.”

“Is that so?” he asks nonchalantly, his leg now grazing the bare skin of your thigh. “Pity.”

A lust-drenched whimper slips from your lips as you meet his large eyes, and you see his expression slightly change with surprise. Pleasant surprise, judging by the way he now further looms into you.

“What’s this?” he asks softly, his tone somewhat mocking and cold.

This is now much more intense. You are intimately close as he boxes you in, one of his arms now resting on the wall behind you, above your head. He looks down at you with a sly half-smirk, and something about his bewildered yet expectant expression makes your heart pound loudly in your ears. Your breath hitches and you feel a lightness surge in your middle. He leans even closer, and you feel that hot, delicious stirring in your loins – and oh Stars, you do want him. You find that your desire is almost close to dizzying, so much so that you have to remove your eyes from his, moving your gaze down and away from his vivid red stare to gain some composure.

“You got something to say, little lady?”

You groan at the use of that condescending pet name, but your mind is so wracked with arousal and filthy thoughts of what you want him to do to you, that your lips are unable to form words. You can only mewl an encouraging moan as he pushes his leg further into yours.

Up until this moment, he has been consistently slow: a lazy and over-confident air to him, as if he could take or leave anything you would offer. But now, he suddenly moves – he reaches behind you, using his swift reflexes to quickly and harshly take a handful of your flesh, to grasp your ass tightly with his long, blue fingers.

You release a hiss, your eyes flickering up, returning to his.

“Pretty thing,” he mutters. His other hand finds its way to your chin, and he caresses your jawline with a featherlight touch. “I got you right where I want you,” he drawls huskily.

You find that you naturally arch into him. “You really think I’m pretty?” you ask innocently, flashing him a brazen smile.

“Can be. When you close that pompous mouth of yours,” he says, both of his large hands now unabashedly feeling you up. The hand at your face slips down to your throat, then lower to caress the curve of your breasts. The one at your ass moves up, so now both of his hands grip your waist and then squeeze at your hips. His grasp bunches up the fabric of your robe, exposing your upper legs.

“It’s a shame you can’t shut me up then,” you quip back, hoping he’ll take it as a challenge.

“Careful what you wish for,” he purrs in reply, sliding his hands back down and beneath your robe, feeling at your behind again, though this time, your ass is bare. His palms are warm, and his skin is rough in comparison to yours. His fingers remain strong, and as he kneads at your flesh it is as though he is determined to squeeze more of those desperate little whines from your lips. You allow him a few of your whimpers, but do not permit him the satisfaction of making you moan. Not yet.

He’s going to have to try harder for that.

“Can’t say I was expecting this,” he confesses. “Are you really willing, lady?”

“Yes, I am willing. I want this,” you consent, leaning further into his touch. “You aren’t all bad. I suppose you have been good to me,” you admit quietly. “In a way.”

“I know,” he agrees, promptly pulling you forward and twisting you around, pressing your face into the wall. He growls into your ear as he pulls up the material of your robe. “And you have been nothing but an ungrateful, mouthy bitch, haven’t you?”

You hum a moan at the severity of his words, but do not yet fully submit to him, instead trying to encourage him to discipline you further.

“Whether what I say is ungrateful or not,” you reply stubbornly, “I mean every word I speak.” He only grumbles in response.

And then he slaps your ass hard.

The ensuing clap of your flesh being hit with his large, open palm makes you whimper, the sting of the impact unfurling a hot, urgent spike of desire. You groan in surprise at his sudden harshness, but also at how such treatment stokes your lust so deliciously. Your lips tug into a reluctant smile as he rises to your bait, and he hums in delight at your reaction.

“You like being treated like the dirty slut you really are, don’t you girl?” He purrs it, gracing your flesh with another harsh smack. When you do not reply, he strikes you again, the growing warmth and biting pain on your skin causing you to cry out.

“Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes,” you admit, and he slaps you once more, much harder this time. Your eyes begin to water as his hands then squeeze at your hot skin again, and you inhale sharply at the sweet ache of it.

“No one else dares to speak to you like this, do they? Treat you like this?” He presses the weight of himself against you then, letting you feel the hardness of his erect cock from beneath his trousers. He grinds it into you. “And you love it.”

The truth of his words makes your face and neck burn almost as much as the globe of your ass now does, but you do not disagree with him. He continues his intoxicating, incessant mockery.

“Oh, you crave somethin’ bad, don’t you,” he drawls, bringing his lips to your ear and nipping at your lobe with his sharp teeth. He rutts his hips forward harshly with his next words.

“You want someone dangerous to come and rough up this perfect little life of yours.”

He pauses, sliding his hands up to your shoulders, dipping his fingers forward and pulling the robe away from you, exposing your back to him.

“Rough up this sweet, soft body of yours.”

And then he leans forward and bites at your shoulder blade, letting the material in his hands drop to the floor. You groan at the electric sting of his teeth, at how you are now fully exposed to him, at how he uses one hand to hold you still at your waist.

And how the other now slips between your thighs.

“Not so fancy now, are you?” he scolds you, noticing the extent of your wetness as he teases his fingertip at your drenched slit. “Not now, when you are acting like some desperate common whore.”

He dips further into your heat, his long fingers now rubbing languidly at your swollen clitoris. You shift and spread your legs wider, his cruel teasing so arousing that it is already almost too much for you to bear. You place your hands against the wall so you can push on them and arch your back further into him.

But then he removes his hands from you entirely. You whimper at the loss as he now places his long fingers over the top of yours, stroking them.

“Such pretty, small fingers,” he remarks, sizing up the immense difference between his hands and yours. He grabs your wrists and holds them harshly in one of his big hands, and whirls you back around. He then bores his eyes into yours with a severe demand.

“Touch yourself with them.”

He roughly pushes your hands to your cunt, and then steps back, running his eyes over you - savouring the sight of you naked and disheveled for him. You blush furiously, though being so exposed to him in this way is as intensely arousing as it is humiliating.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teases.

You shake your hair out of your face and take a deep breath. Then you close your eyes and lean back against the wall, moving your hands further between your legs, your fingers easily slipping into your own slickness.

“Look at me,” he commands. You do as he says, and you open your eyes. “Look at the low-life outlaw you’re so desperate for as you fuck yourself with those sweet, little fingers.”

You release a deep, shuddering breath as he uses your own words against you, and they flame the fire of your arousal so severely that your legs almost shake. He notices immediately and scoffs in pity.

“Or maybe a lady of your standin’ would be more comfortable on the chair?” He reaches forward and pulls you back to the centre of the room, then pushes you down onto the couch. There is no wall to lean into now, and nothing to hide behind. You bite your lip, your eyes wide and pupils blown with lust as you look upon him in slight disbelief, the sunlight you previously indulged in alone now illuminating every part of you so clearly for him to drink in.

“You look better down there anyway,” he says, and wanders back over to your bar, leaning against it with a cruel grin. “Now spread your legs and get to work.”

You do as he says, slowly opening your thighs wide and exposing the dripping core of yourself to him. He stares, watching as you slowly tease yourself. The pleasure of his weighty gaze and your own touch soon causes your eyes to flutter shut.

“No, keep ‘em open,” he demands. “Keep your eyes on me. And let me hear you.”

You do as he says, touching yourself with more and more pressure as you watch him drink away at your liquor, as you watch him lounge against the small bar, his eyes fixed on your heat. You give in to the moans that emerge from your throat, hearty and raw, as you play with yourself more and more fervently in front of him. You soon find your line of sight dropping to his crotch, where you now see the shadow of his cock straining against his clothing. Your mouth begins to water.

“So impatient,” he mutters, and slowly begins to walk over to you. When he reaches you, you go to move, to lean up to him and feel him - but he stops you, pushing you back down into the couch.

“I didn’t say you could stop. Keep goin’.”

You do. You move your fingers in divine, quick circles over your clitoris, your eyes fixed on his, looking up at him pathetically. He groans at the image of you like this, desperately spread open for him, doing as he pleases. You see him palm his cock with one of his big, blue hands. You soon feel that blissful tight heat coiling beneath your belly button, and you can sense that your orgasm is already so close. He must notice too - he must see the way that your lips part further, how your eyes glaze over in pleasure, because he takes back control immediately.

“Don’t stop touchin’ yourself,” he says. “But don’t you dare come before I do.”

Cruel, bastard man, you think, throwing back your head and groaning in both delight and dismay at his instructions.

“Look at you, so rich and noble, dirtying yourself with the likes of me,” he mutters. “You filthy little slut.”

His words almost topple you over the edge, but you resist by pulling away from your clitoris and instead plunging your fingers into your soaked entrance, gritting your teeth as you fight your climax and begin to penetrate yourself.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises you. “I see you behaving."

You watch as he now undoes his trousers, pulling free his thick, blue cock. He strokes himself, moving closer. “You think you deserve this now, little lady?”

You groan as he brings his cock to your face. You move your hands quicker, drumming your fingers in and out as fast as you can, suddenly so hot.

“Open,” he instructs, and you do. You part your lips as he brings the tip of his girthy, blue shaft to your mouth. You lap at him immediately, licking at his hardness, obedient and desperate to please him. He groans and snakes his hands into your hair, tugging you forward.

“Knees,” he murmurs and you obey, slipping off of the couch and on to the cold ground. You keep touching yourself as you work him with your mouth, the taste of him intoxicating, his thickness already beginning to choke you as you try and take him fully down your throat, greedy and ravenous for more of him.

He growls seductively at your enthusiasm, clearly impressed by your efforts. “Stop touching yourself now,” he says. “Focus all you got on me.”

You do. The next stretch of time is spent with you sucking and lapping at him devoutly, your hands working his base as you gag around him. You make a complete mess of yourself, your eyes streaming, your lips dripping with your own saliva. He encourages you on with deep, husky groans that are only broken by his addictive praise, and his degrading, delicious commentary.

“You ain’t no better than me,” he says, holding himself deep into your throat. “And you ain’t ever gonna act so stuck up again once I’m done with you.”

You moan, feeling yourself becoming even more soaked, your cunt clenching on to nothing. You pull back and gasp for air. “Please,” you beg him, “please touch me.”

A cruel, lust-drunken chuckle. “But you’re looking so pretty on your knees like this,” he taunts you.

A high-pitched moan falls from your lips in response. “Please, Bane…”

The sound of his name being used by you in this way almost persuades him. He has never heard you refer to him with anything other than resentment or apathy, and the desperation of your tone, the yearning that coats your words…it’s a rush.

He grabs you by your upper arm and heaves you to your feet. You lean on him, hands on his chest, and he snakes an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. You inhale deeply as he pulls you in, and he smells like your expensive liquor - and when he provides you with the small mercy of finally pressing his lips into yours, you can taste it on him. You whine into his mouth as he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue past your teeth, the fingers of his free hand holding your face. You groan as you relax further into his tall, slender frame, the passion of the moment taking you both by surprise. You put your weight into him, attacking his mouth with your own, unable to get enough of the taste of his tongue now that you have it.

He soon returns you to the couch, pushing you up so you can lean back against it. His hands dance across your breasts, squeezing at them, his touch suddenly so soft and tender. He trails his hands down your chest, your stomach and then he reaches your blazing sex, that now aches so intensely for him.

He spreads your legs with one hand, the other he uses to support himself, leaning against the backrest behind you, so that you can look up at him as he finally dips those long fingers inside of you. As he begins to fuck you with them, he is able to reach far deeper than you were, deeper than any of your other past lovers have been able to. He brushes upon that sensitive part of you deep inside, that part that makes you writhe beneath him, and it is such a glorious, scorching bliss to have him stretch you in this way that you throw back your head with a shameless cry. You gaze up at him, looking on as he watches your cunt, groaning as he sees how deep you can take him. You note that he is still fully clothed, still wearing that ridiculous long coat, his large hat looming over you. You also realise that he is still armed, his two blasters holstered on his hips.

“What do you think you’re looking at?” he asks as he catches your gaze wandering to his weapons. You smirk, softly grunting at the sweet intrusion of his fingers, slowly meeting those red eyes again.

“Just…my favourite…lowlife out-law,” you manage to say between your panting and soft cries.

He chuckles at that.

“Flattery don’t suit you girl,” he teases with a grunt. “Though I have changed my mind,” he adds with a sultry smile.

“W-What?” you ask, his pace increasing slightly.

“I want you to come on my fingers, little lady.”

You whine as you now feel his thumb rubbing at your clitoris.

Oh, Stars.

“Can you do that for me?”

You nod, as you can already feel it building, the drawl of his deep voice further encouraging your climax to bloom. You roll your hips down on to him, and you hear him emit a deep grunt as you shamelessly grind further into his touch. He keeps working you, unforgiving in his determination to make you a shameless mess for him. Your slickness is so loud and wet, the smell of your own sex mixed with the sweetness of his hot breath so rich, and combined with the sheer reckless and untoward nature of this entire situation, it all comes to a sharp peak - and then you feel your orgasm blossom to life and rip through your core, the hot relief of it washing across your nerves and blowing your senses into chaos.

“That’s my girl,” he mutters as your walls clamp around him. He says it so softly that you almost do not hear it. And then he groans as he watches you lose yourself, all because of his words, and his touch. You blink up at him, noticing the self-satisfied arrogant smirk on his face.

You want to snap at him, say something to rattle him - but you can hardly think straight. Your skin now shines with a light layer of sweat, your chest heaving as you try to regain your breath and recover from the intensity of your climax.

“Mmmm,” you hum, trailing your fingers up his breathing tubes and gently tugging him forward, determined to wipe that smug look from his face in whatever way you can. So you catch him in a kiss, and as you feel him shift above you, you harshly bite down on his lower lip. He curses, as he clearly was not expecting it.

“You feral little tooka,” he grumbles, pulling back from you. “Seems like I still gotta fuck some manners into you yet.”

“You can try,” you retort as he picks you up and then bends you over the couch. You spread yourself wide, arching your back to him, angling your cunt into the most efficient means of getting fucked by him. You hear him spit on his hand, and he slicks his cock with it before aligning himself at your entrance.

When he finally pushes inside of you, you cry out in relief. He moans in the most unmeasured way yet, and it pleases you to hear him come undone like this, so vocal in his gratification. His rhythm is incessant and decadent from the start, and he is so rough with you, his grasp onto the varying curves and planes of your body is entirely divine. His devotion to fucking the insolence out of you is both impressive and sublime, as he fucks you as though he has never wanted anything more than to make you his, holding you down with unyielding strictness. He relishes in the desperate noises that you make for him, and you cannot help but release more and more of them - because he feels so good, there is no way that you could ever contain your cries of pleasure. Not when he drums himself into you like this, again and again.

“Bane,” you groan as he laces his fingers into your hair and then pulls. He smacks your ass with his other hand, and you yelp as he begins to pound himself into you harder, the sound of him slapping into your wet cunt so heady and opulent. You cry out his name once again, noticing how it makes him curse and falter in his otherwise merciless pace.

You lose yourself in him completely and the time melts away as he uses your body for his own pleasure. Eventually you hear a deep groan, and then feel him stutter in his thrusts as the richness of your heat overcomes him. You whimper his name as he loses all control, and when he comes deep inside of you, you groan your own string of self-satisfied whimpers.

His hold on you slackens as he relaxes under the bliss of his own climax, and you collapse beneath him, thoroughly spent. He groans and drops down beside you, laying back onto the couch. He lazily drapes an arm across your shoulders, pulling you onto his chest.

The two of you are wordless as you both get your breath back and regain your composure. He silently pulls himself up and walks away, but you don’t watch him go. You close your eyes and relish in the sun on your skin, your body buzzing from the relief of your surprising relations with Cad Bane.

You then feel a soft coolness drape your skin, and you open your eyes to see that he has returned your satin robe to you. You pull it on, and then look up at him, seeing that he has taken himself back to your bar, because he has returned to you with a flute glass of wine in his hand. He offers it to you, and you smirk up at him, plucking the stem from his fingers and accepting the drink with a sip.

“So,” he says, breaking the silence, then sitting next to you and adjusting his hat. “What’s the name of the next target?”

You roll your eyes. Back to business, then. “Oh, this one will not be as easy.”

“Try me.”

“He’s a Jedi.”

��My specialty,” he replies smugly. “Though I’ll definitely need payment for the last job first, and an advance on this one.”

“You’re still pushing your luck.”

“Well, you said it yourself - you can afford to hire the best.”

You’re going to regret that slip up for the rest of your days. He rests a hand on your thigh, lazily trailing his fingers across your skin.

“Me and my expensive tastes,” you grunt in reply, sipping at your wine. And silently, you think, he’s worth it all, down to the last credit. But when you catch him flashing you a wicked, arrogant grin, you swear that you will never, ever tell him such a thing.

You wouldn’t dare.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Can I request a Compress x Reader? Babytrapping + Breeding?

Ohhh interesting, of course you can! I rarely write for the villains so this will be fun. You didn’t specify but because baby trapping I did fem!reader. I also just realized you might’ve meant reader baby trapping Compress but I wrote Compress baby trapping reader so I hope that’s what you wanted 😅

The following request contains dark content. Check the warnings before reading

Warnings for vomiting, pregnancy, manipulation, non-violent sexual assault (baby trapping), breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), minor dumbification? (reader is very no thoughts, head empty during the smut), minor size kink, minor pain kink

Three years.

Three years together and yet you never would’ve guessed that your boyfriend is the notorious Mr. Compress of League of Villains infamy.

You first met Atsuhiro while working at a hole in the wall theater company. He came up to you after performing one night and had been so effortlessly charming that you’d instantly been put under his spell. He was more intelligent than all of your exes combined and could make you laugh like no one else could. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall totally and completely for the charming man you met that night.

But all of that came crashing down around you when he came home from a “business trip” with a prosthetic arm and no amount of half-assed excuses about an accident on stage could assuage your suspicions. He managed to dodge a confrontation with you for almost a week before you’d finally put the final pieces together and went to him to demand an explanation.

“You’re a terrorist Atsu!”

“That’s just what the heroes want you to think my love, don’t fall for their propaganda.”

“It’s not propaganda it’s just a fact! People have died because of your actions!”

“And how many more have suffered or died because of heroes and the society they created.”

“You’re deflecting. I have always indulged your rants about hero society but this is too far! The man I fell in love with would never stoop to this level!”

Atsuhiro crosses the room to you in two quick strides, cradling your face gently with his hand while you feel the cool metal of his other find your hip, fingers slipping under your shirt.

“I’m still the man you fell in love with (y/n), I can assure you of that,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How could that possibly be?”

“Let me show you.”

He pulls you into a gentle kiss, reassuring in its care. As his lips move against yours, gently coaxing them to open so he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue inside, you struggle to maintain your earlier anger. It’s a distraction and you know it is but it’s hard to resist as he starts to move you both back towards your bedroom. He makes quick work of your clothes and by the time your back hits the plush of your mattress you’re both already naked. His mouth finally releases yours to travel down your body, leaving bruises in his wake as he marks you as his.

“Atsu, wait we should, ah-” you start but he quickly shushes you before licking a long stripe up your waiting sex.

“Just relax Angel, let me take care of you. Let your thoughts drift away,” he all but purrs.

You try to focus on the conversation you know the two of you need to have but it slips from your fingers like grains of sand as he brings one hand to your swollen clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Your hands tighten in the sheets as he draws a low, keening whine out of you. His hazel eyes dance with smug satisfaction as he watches you try and fail to form a coherent thought. He doesn’t let up the pressure on your clit for even a moment as he drops his mouth to your waiting cunt and plunges his tongue inside. Your hand flies down to his curly hair on impulse, tangling in the brown locks and gripping tight. Your nails scratch along his scalp and your tight grip tugs at the roots of his hair but he loves the pain of it, knows it’s a sign he’s doing well as he brings up his free hand to add two fingers inside you as well. After so long together he knows your body just as well as you do and it takes no time at all for him to find that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your climax builds and builds until you finally crash through the peaks of your pleasure, walls fluttering around your lover’s tongue and fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You’ve barely had time to recover from your orgasm before you can feel his erection pressing at your entrance. “W-wait, Atsu, condom,” you pant, shifting in the bed to reach for the bedside drawer but Atsuhiro stops you. “We don’t need it baby, wanna feel closer to you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your face as he eases you back down to laying flat on the bed. “But what if-” “You’re on birth control right?” he cuts you off. “I mean yea but-” “Then it’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Any further protests you might’ve had are immediately silenced as a snap of your boyfriend’s hips has the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. You gasp as your body attempts to adjust to his girth. “You’re taking me so well baby, isn’t this so much better? Feel how close we are. Nothing between us, just as it should be,” he coos and it does feel good, good enough that despite the voice in your head telling you you should be cautious, you only nod and beg for more. The grin Atsuhiro gives you is almost blinding right before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as he slowly withdraws his hard cock before pushing back inside you again. You whimper and whine into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. Eventually he leans back and away from you, shifting your hips so he can plunge himself in deeper, but with his lips no longer occupied with yours he’s free to let his thoughts spill out and into the room:

“Gonna fill you up so well, fuck, my beautiful Angel.”

“You and me forever baby, gonna look so good round with my kids.”

“Taking my cock so well, can’t wait until you’re full of my seed.”

The words wash over you but barely register. There’s no room in your brain left for anything else as Atsuhiro takes over every corner of it. Language becomes a foreign concept to you, barely able to articulate your own pleasure in more than the sinful sounds dripping from your lips, let alone trying to process your boyfriend’s ramblings. His thrusts start getting sloppier as he brings one hand between you both to stroke your clit and push you over the edge with him. “I’m so close angel, I’m so close. Cum with me. Want you to finish with me while I stuff you full of my cum,” he pants and all you can do is nod as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. As you clench harder around him he goes toppling over the edge first, crying out your name as he spills his load inside you. You never would’ve anticipated enjoying it so much but it’s that feeling that sends you over the edge, falling apart around his cock as he finishes filling you with his cum.

He helps you come down from your high with sweet kisses and whispered words of encouragement, but as the haze of lust fades, you start to remember the fight you both were having before. As much as you would like for this to be the kind of thing you can just kiss and make up over, it’s not and you know it’s a conversation that needs to be finished. Looking at your boyfriend as he settles more comfortably on top of you though, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment. Sleep is weighing heavy on your eyelids anyway so you resolve yourself to bring it up the next day.

Except the next day ends the same way.

And the day after that.

And the day after that…

Every time you try to bring back up Atsuhiro’s secret double life as Mr. Compress he manages to distract you just long enough to get you back into bed. At first you tell yourself it’s not a big deal that the conversation’s been delayed a couple days, but then it turns into a week. A week of very hot sex, mind you, but if the existence of Atsuhiro’s double life was a red flag then certainly his insistence on avoiding discussing it is an even larger one. After two weeks you finally resolve yourself to talking to him the next morning over breakfast, no distractions and no avoiding the issue with sex. Cooking helps with your nerves, giving you something to do with your hands and a task to focus on to help you ignore your roiling stomach. You end up making almost an entire breakfast buffet by the time Atsuhiro emerges from your shared bedroom to join you in the kitchen.

He barely has time to tell you good morning before you’re rushing him to the table and setting plates full of food down. You know you have to tread carefully so you use the time you both spend eating to organize your thoughts. This time for sure you’ll talk to him. You finally open your mouth to confront Atsuhiro once and for all but as you feel bile start to crawl up your throat what comes out instead is “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

No sooner have you said the words are you shoving away from the table and rushing into the nearest bathroom. You get to the toilet just in time, fingers clutching the rim of the bowl as you violently eject the contents of your stomach into the water below. It burns your throat coming up and your eyes sting, but a warm, comforting presence is by your side in an instant, one hand coming up to rub your back gently as the other pulls your hair away from your face. Only once your stomach is thoroughly emptied does the heaving finally stop and you’re able to sit back and catch your breath. “Are you ok my love? What’s wrong?” Atsuhiro asks with gentle care as he pulls you close. You shake your head, unsure yourself of what had turned your stomach. Sure, you were nervous to talk to Atsuhiro but not that nervous. It can’t have been something you ate since all you’d had was the breakfast you made and you know everything was cooked properly. You rack your brain for an answer only to go rigid when you start to settle on one.

“Atsu what’s the date?”

“The 22nd baby, why?”

Your blood runs cold.

You’d been so preoccupied with figuring out things with Atsuhiro that you hadn’t even noticed how much time was slipping past but there’s no doubt about it. Your period is two weeks late.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” you whisper. No way in hell you’ll leave this up to a drugstore test. There must be another explanation for your sudden nausea. Sure, you and Atsuhiro had pretty much abandoned condoms. Every time you started to reach for one, he’d remind you how good it felt not to use one the first time and convince you to forgo it again. But you’re on birth control! This isn’t supposed to be possible.

God bless him, Atsuhiro doesn’t press you any further on why exactly you want to go to the doctor instead of trying to find something at home to settle your stomach. He simply helps you off the floor and then grabs the keys to your car so he can drive you to the doctor himself. You’re incredibly grateful that he doesn’t seem to share your nerves. He’s a calming presence next to you as your anxiety kicks into overdrive.

You’d asked Atsuhiro to take a seat without you while you checked into the urgent care. You didn’t want him to hear you describe your symptoms to the nurse waiting there. The kind woman immediately suspects the same thing you do and leads you to the bathroom so you can pee in a cup. She’s sympathetic and reassuring as she tells you to return to the waiting room while the doctor runs the pregnancy test but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. The air in the waiting room feels oppressive and when your name is finally called to go back and see the doctor, Atsuhiro’s hand in yours is probably the only thing that keeps you grounded. You take a seat on the examination table and instead of moving to sit down in one of the chairs in the room, Atsu stays by your side, whispering reassurances into your ear. “Whatever’s going on I’m here for you my love.”

The doctor strides into the room shortly afterwards, greeting you warmly even if somewhat absentmindedly as she moves to the computer to check for your details. She confirms your date of birth and then after scrolling for a bit her eyes finally land on the results of your test. She smiles and your heart sinks. “Well it looks like congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant!” she exclaims, beaming at you. A lump forms in your throat as tears threaten to fall, anxiety making your hands shake as the weight of the situation starts to crash down on you. The doctor misinterprets your reaction and as she leaves the room to get you pamphlets on what to expect and how best to take care of yourself during your pregnancy, her reassuring words that promise you’ll make a great mother are anything but.

As soon as the doctor leaves the room you break, tears cascading down your cheeks as your chest heaves. Atsuhiro pulls you into his embrace, letting you fall apart in his arms as you come to terms with the news. “I’m not ready to be a mom, I can’t do it on my own,” you cry, hands clenching onto his shirt. “I know my love, I know, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have me. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he assures you, pulling you in even closer.

As you continue to cry into his chest, murmuring hiccuping thank you’s between heaving sobs, Atsuhiro can’t help but smile to himself.

He’ll have to remember to thank Dr. Garaki for the fake birth control pills later.

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userpoe · 3 years

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*clears throat* can I cheat and ask for 45 for poe except it's on the tattoo that we both know is right NEAR his hip bone?

clocks in at a nice 2.6k, no pronouns used, and while there's no explicit sexual content, still very much rated mature. (read on ao3)

“You’re not allowed to worry,'' was Leia’s singular command. “You’re on vacation. Three days, make it count Dameron. And you’d better not get into any trouble while you’re gone like you did last time.”

‘Last time’ apparently involved a trip to Pheryon that almost compromised the security of the Resistance base, flying a stormsailer through the planet’s treacherous stormsea, and nearly being captured by the First Order.

Given that your destination is Poe’s family ranch on Yavin IV, far away from the growing threat of the First Order and far enough away from the central hub of Wetyin’s Colony that it is nearly but not quite isolated from everything else, you’re confident that the chances of running into trouble are slim.

But unsurprisingly, Poe isn’t able to fully obey Leia’s command. He’s uncharacteristically quiet during the trip through hyperspace (you aren’t even able to coax him into a round of dejarik), and as the shuttle’s ramp disembarks with a hiss of steam and extends out shakily to the ground a dozen feet away from the main house, Poe still seems a hundred lightyears away.

But he takes your hand with a smile as he leads you inside for the grand tour, and there’s enough enthusiasm saturating his voice that you know it isn’t that he’s back home that’s bothering him, though his eyes softens and shines at times as he points out particular locations that had been Kes or Shara’s favorite haunts.

It isn’t even that Poe is being distant - he’s involved in every conversation, cracks the occasional joke at his own expense about how dusty the house is (he hasn’t been back in over a year, not since before he’d been stationed on Mirrin Prime) - it’s just that you catch him drifting further and further away when he thinks you aren’t paying attention only to come back quickly whenever he realizes he’s been caught, and gives you one of those disarming smiles of his to assure you that ‘everything’s fine.’

You indulge him the rest of the day, let him pretend nothing is bothering him all through dinner and then through a shitty holovid you both make sarcastic commentary during, but you resolve to ask him as he takes you to his bedroom.

(His childhood bedroom, because he hadn’t had the heart to take his parents’ room, though it’s obvious he changed his room during one of his last visits to make it more accessible now that he is grown because the bed is big enough for the two of you to lay comfortably beside each other.)

You study his profile for a long moment as he drifts further away from you. He hasn’t been as dedicated to his morning routine in the last few days, which means the curve of his jaw is darker than what it normally is - just another indicator that his anxiety is worse than usual.

You wish that just being here in a comfortable bed with not just the morning off from your duties, but a whole three days, would be enough to get him to relax. But of course, neither of you are always successful in leaving behind thoughts of the upcoming war whenever you climb into bed together on D’Qar either.

But this is Yavin IV and concerns about the First Order are so discordant to the suspended peace of Poe’s childhood bedroom, that it almost feels sacrilegious.

(And you really hate to see him worry.)

You shift onto your side, placing your hand over his heart. That touch alone seems to ground him, because Poe immediately returns to the here and now. You can’t help but tease a little, to remove some of the sting, as you ask, “Do you ever follow orders?”

Poe looks genuinely puzzled for a moment. “I haven’t gotten us into trouble yet.”

“No, but you’ve been worrying ever since we left D’Qar.” You trace meaningless patterns against his chest as you search his face, which clouds with guilt. You’re quick to dismiss this by adding, “I just want to know what’s bothering you.”

The shaky exhale he releases as he takes your hand breaks your heart. “It’s too quiet.”

“Yavin IV?”

Poe shakes his head empathetically. “The First Order. Ever since that fueling mission, they’ve been quiet. There’s a lull between missions and I know I should be happy about a reprieve but...it just makes me think something big is on its way.”

You frown. It’s true that Black Squadron hadn’t been out on many assignments in the past few weeks, but that had been something of a relief given their own recent loss in L’ulo L’ampar, but now that Poe has voiced his fear, you can’t help but share it because the First Order wouldn’t have gone dark if they aren’t planning something.

“If there is, we’ll face it together. There’s nothing we can’t beat if we’re united.” You slide your hand up to cradle his cheek, running your thumb soothingly along his chin. “But for now flyboy, you need to take a minute. General’s orders, remember? Unless you want to be grounded again.”

Poe laughs. “She ordered me to go on vacation, I think I’ve already been grounded.”

“She ordered you to relax, and I know just how to help with that.” You emphasize this by letting your other hand drift lower down his chest, until you’re able to ruck up the hem of his shirt and splay your palm against his stomach, which dips sharply as Poe sucks in a breath. “If that’s something you want.”

“I always want you,” Poe says and he’s so damn sincere that you forget to breathe for a moment, because you know Poe, and he’s never kept his desire for you a secret in all the time you’ve been together. You know he thinks of you when he’s away on missions, knows he thinks about you during hyperspace trips, but there’s still something about hearing him say those words aloud - because they’re refreshingly honest and because you know he doesn’t just mean sex.

He means he always wants you, no matter the context. He wants the messy parts of both of your lives together, he wants to hold your hand and cuddle with you longer than either of you really have time for in the mornings. He wants you to steal waffles off his plate every day and wants to hear you gripe about the obscene amount of syrup he puts on them. He wants to listen to you rant because he loves you and he loves the fire that blazes in your eyes when you really go off about something.

“You’ve always got me,” you remind him as you lean down to kiss him sweetly, massaging the apple of his cheek with your thumb as your lips slide against his. Poe melts into it, his palm curving around your waist, and you’re purposefully moving slow, intent on slowly unraveling him.

The tension in his body dissolves more and more each time you tug on his bottom lip with your teeth and he makes a pleased hum when you sooth it with your tongue after a sharper nip when Poe surprises you by letting his hand fall to the bend of your knee, and you know he’s already toying with the idea of pulling you on top of him.

It’s something you’ve been wanting to do since you climbed into bed with him, but he was too wound up then. When you break for air and catch sight of that dazed look of want on his face - how dark his eyes are as they skid over your face, down your neck, to the shirt of his you’d stolen back on D’Qar the first night you’d slept together, and then back up - you know he’s now wound up in a different, more pleasant way and your decision is made.

You throw one leg over his hip and settle above him and finally, finally, you let your hand skim up from his stomach up his soft, warm chest. You tap the front of his shirt with your other hand as you bend down to kiss along his jawline, smiling when a heavier breath falls from his lips when you meet his earlobe. “Can I take this off?”

Poe’s voice is broken in the best way possible when he answers. “Honey, you can take whatever you want off.”

“Anything huh?” You tease, peppering kisses down the cord of his neck. You take him for his word, removing your hand from under his shirt to begin unbuttoning it - you fumble with the buttons, not willing to sacrifice the little noises he keeps making as you intermittently suck at his skin, but eventually you manage to get it all the way unbuttoned.

Poe leans forward so you can push it off his shoulders. His hips press against yours at the movement and you falter, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as a familiar warmth floods through your body and he takes the opportunity to lean forward, kissing the hollow of your throat in a way that nearly snaps your patience - especially when he nips lightly at the spot where your neck meets your collarbone, enough to bruise.

“So we match,” he murmurs. When he pulls away, he’s got that self-assured lopsided grin you love on his face and his eyes are soft and crinkled at the corners. It’s the same kind of look he gives you in the morning when you’re still grumbling about having to be up so early while he hands you your first cup of caf, or whenever he listens enraptured to one of your rambles and it -

It makes your stomach flip, it really does, the way he can look at you with so much unguarded love and reverence in a moment like this - where you’re both flirting with the idea of grinding against each other for some relief - as he can any other odd moment in your chaotic lives.

And somehow that is what restores your patience. You push him back down, Poe’s elbows giving out from under him and his expression slackens, and you can’t help but grin as you cover his body with your own. You stop a hair's breadth away from his mouth, which has parted in anticipation. “I love it when you’re like this.”

Poe cocks an eyebrow. “Entirely at your mercy?”

“I like that too, but no,” you card your fingers through his hair thoughtfully, letting your fingernails scrape lightly against his scalp in the way you know he likes. Indeed, he sighs happily underneath you, triggering a smile from you. “When you’re this...content.”

“Being kissed by my favorite person in the galaxy will do that.”

“I think you’re just saying that because I’m on top of you -” you mouth at that one spot between his jawline and ear again and this time succeed in drawing the noise out of him that you’ve been hoping for: a plaintive groan that’s music to your ears. You move further down and Poe automatically tilts his head to allow you more access and you grant him his wish for a while before crawling further down his body - “and you love it when that happens.”

The most of a response you get from him is a blissful little ‘mhm’, as he squirms slightly underneath you.

By now, you know Poe’s body as well as your own. The first time he’d taken his shirt off around you, you’d been surprised by the amount of scars he’s already collected. In the time since, he’s told you the stories behind most of them, and these are the ones you pay the most attention to as you work your way down: pressing your lips carefully to each and every one, sometimes more than once, motivated by the tiny gasps he keeps making.

There are some scars that Poe’s never shared the history of. That first night, your hand trailed to a less prominent one on his side and he’d caught your wrist to whisper hoarsely, “Not that one, please.” And you’ve been sure to avoid it ever since, along with some others he’d pointed out when you asked him which ones he didn’t like to be reminded of.

Finally, finally, you reach the spot that’s secretly your favorite. It’s near his hip bone, where Poe has a small starbird tattoo. He got it, apparently, after he graduated from the flight academy in celebration and as tribute to his parents. You vividly remember the first time you saw it: it was before you ever entertained the idea of getting together.

The two of you had been bickering over dinner on whether or not the Widow Maker move could ever be used in the Five Sabers Competition according to its rules - but neither of you won because you each couldn’t remember all the rules. So when you woke early the next morning, you looked it up.

Triumphant that you’d been correct (no it couldn’t), you’d dashed to Poe’s quarters and pounded on his door until he opened up and oh, did you begin to entertain the idea because Poe was handsome on a normal day, but having just rolled out of bed? With his curls more tousled than usual, a pair of gray sweats hanging low around his waist, giving you a perfect view of his chest and - maker help you - a tattoo right near his hip?

It was almost enough for you to forget he’d been wrong - nearly, you’d recovered quickly enough to rub his nose in the fact that ‘I told you so!’ and Poe just...chuckled and he conceded. Then he offered to make a pot of caf while you explained to him the rule that made it so the Widow Maker was an illegal move and...you’d been a goner for your best friend ever since.

And when you kiss that same spot, the slight pinch of your teeth is enough to draw out a desperate whine from Poe, the kind that tells you it might just be his favorite spot too, especially when his hips roll forward on instinct.

He reaches down, clumsily grasping at your shirt to haul you back up so you’re both eye-level again and - he’s a wreck, a beautiful wreck that you want to lose yourself in. His hair tousled and framing his face just right from where you’d run your hands through it earlier, his cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling in the low glow from the bedside lamp. You feel a rush of pride, knowing it’s you he trusts enough to make him come undone.

“You’ve had your fun,” Poe’s hand slides up your neck, stopping to sweep his thumb over the bruise he left earlier, and you can see the precise moment his attitude shifts until he’s practically bursting with giddy anticipation, just before he flips you underneath him.

The effortless way he manages to pin you beneath him knocks a gasp from you, one he quickly swallows, pressing his tongue into your mouth and you're quite certain you’re seeing stars. His hand roams along the curves of your body, until he stops at the crook of your knee. He hitches your leg up so he can fit between your thighs, his body moving slowly against yours. until all you can feel is him, him, him. It’s like a second heartbeat, thrumming through your body, and all you know begins and ends with this madly infuriating flyboy who -

Has the fucking audactiy to pull his head back abruptly, ending the searing kiss just as his hands slide under the hem of your shirt to grin down at you, braced over you with his elbow so he can finish his sentence. “Now it’s time for mine.”

You tug him back down by his necklace, playfully indignant. “Always so competitive.”

(Not that you’re really complaining.)

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midnightsconspiracy · 3 years

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Daycare

Daycare - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Hank finally gets to spend some quality time with his son, little did he know the boy had changed a lot since their last time together.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1090

Requested: Yes!

'Voight believed that the reader deserved the day to herself so he would take care of their one-year-old. Voight believed it was easy, boy was he wrong. The first couple of hours went smoothly but after that, it went downhill. When the reader returns the reader sees Voight lied down on the couch with their son on top of him.'

A/N: first time posting a fic in a month....... sorry, I've been busy!

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As much as Voight would have liked to believe that the parenting of your son was an even split, in reality, he knew you took the brunt of the work. All those times he'd spent nights at the office or stayed out late drinking with his buddies at their social club, you were there looking after your son. No matter how difficult it got, you were there moving to his every shrill cry and pleading shout. And so after another night spent doing overtime, Hank decided he would give you some time off, encouraging you to do the things that you'd had no time for since the birth of your son. Plus it meant he could really spend some quality time with his boy, something he hadn't been able to do since the additional pressure had been placed onto his unit.

The last time he'd spent a full twenty-four hours with his son was a couple of months ago, the chubby baby not being able to fend for himself at all, let alone sit up without any assistance. Now the one-year-old could

do more than ever, things he'd failed to watch in person, instead, chasing criminals and doing paperwork. His son was his angel though, and in his eyes could never and had never done any wrong. Little did he know though, that had changed since they'd last spent time together, gone was the child that was relaxed and placid, instead replaced with a fiesty boy who loved exploring and got upset at the slightest inconvenience. He was in for the ride of his life you thought to yourself as he finally bought up the subject one evening.

And that fateful day came along much quicker than he anticipated, taking the day off work to finally allowed you a well-deserved break. You had the whole day planned out as well, in the morning it was visiting your sister, going out shopping and chatting about all the missed gossip. Then the rest of the day was designated to your best friend, knowing you were overdue for a good catch up after being told how much you'd neglected her over the past year. You knew that it would be a long day for Hank, even trying to bargain to shorten your time apart. But he had insisted you spent the whole day out, not wanting to see your face until at least dinnertime. And so you agreed, not wanting to go against your husband knowing he would continue to insist until you accepted. As you kissed the man goodbye at the door that morning, he reassured you everything would be ok, because how much harm could an old-year-old really do?

The first hour sailed smoothly, cooking food for the two of them, indulging in the morning sunshine that gleamed through the window. Breakfast was a relatively quiet affair, both still wiping off the sleep in their eyes as they slowly chewed their food, wondering what the day ahead held. And things continued that way, hour after hour everything seemed as though it was perfect, his little boy happily playing with his toys or watched the mindless tv that had been put on to occupy his young mind. Although this wasn't the most entertaining way Hank could think of to spend his evening, he was glad he had time with his son, knowing just how quickly they grew up. He felt a little remorseful that he'd spent a lot of his baby's first year working, but he decided in that moment that would change, seeing that Justin's childhood had been and gone. And as he put his son down for a nap, thankful that he'd get a little time to do paperwork, he thought nothing of what was to come.

What you'd forgotten to tell the man was how grumpy his son got after waking up from a nap. Well, it was ironic really, knowing he was exactly the same, always giving you attitude whilst waking him up from work. But you had gotten used to it by now, getting into a routine to calm the boy down. You had failed to mention that to Hank also, hoping to show him how much work you really did whilst at home looking after the family. And hopefully, if your child acted up today as he always did, Hank would be spending a lot more time at home.

After finishing his paperwork and realising the time, Hank moved upstairs to wake his darling son up from his nap, switching on the light to reveal his angel to him. Although instead of the well-behaved son from a couple of hours ago, it was replaced with the devil, screaming at the top of his lungs over being woken up. And as much experience Hank had with children, nothing seemed to settle the boy, everything he could think of wasn't working. No way in hell was calling you either for a solution, he didn't want to disturb your day at all, plus his ego wouldn't let him. He was going to do this by himself, whether that meant having his eardrums ruined by screaming or not.

And so that was where he found himself, lying back on the sofa, his son on his chest, screaming the house down continuously. He had done everything under the sun to figure out this boys problem, but still, nothing worked. So he decided he would wait it out, the boy couldn't scream for that long, could he? But once again he was proven wrong as still after an hour, the cries continued, a little less loud, but still prevalent never the less. After a while, he'd kinda gotten used to the noise, slowly drifting off to the sound of his son wailing, and as irresponsible it sounded, he didn't care, his mind was already frazzled and numb.

The day was finally coming to an end, sunlight reducing each time the hand of the clock went round. Slowly opening the door, the house was quiet, a strange occurrence you thought, your child usually babbling away somewhere. But as you entered your living room, there was the cutest scene, your husband fast asleep, with your son snoring away on his chest. You knew this would mess up both of their sleeping patterns, but you didn't care knowing how hard of a day your husband had probably had, plus they were too cute to disturb. So, making your way to the kitchen you started dinner, smiling contently at the image of your perfect little family.

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priortoallthoughts · 3 years

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Don’t Mess With the Commander’s Nap

(He’s not the one they’ll have to deal with if they do)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Commander Fox x afab!reader

Warnings: Does me almost crying while writing soft Fox thoughts count as a warning?

Summary: Fox works too hard and is in much need of a break and damnit you’re going to do something about it.

A/N: Big thank you to @lackofhonor for the idea for this addition to my Commander Fox series 💕

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] // [Part 5]

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You try not to pay attention to the weird looks you’re getting as you march to Fox’s office clutching your softest pillow and blanket from home. Actually, it’s not as weird as you think. Everyone looks thoroughly entertained at your antics as you pass them. It’s not like they’re going to stop you either way.

You stash your stuff by the side of Fox’s door before you key it open. He looks up and raises his eyebrows in surprise at you standing there. Considering it’s noon and not your usual day off, it makes sense for him to question it.

“Exactly how busy are you right now?” You ask, not moving from the doorway.

He smiles. “For you? Not very.”

You grin in return and grab your things from the floor. “Good. You’re taking a nap with me.” You walk to his couch and pull it out, setting everything up how you need.

“Cyare,” he laughs. “I do still need to work.”

You make your way over to him, still smiling. You card your fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead. “It’s cute that you think you have a choice.”

Tugging on his hands does nothing to actually move him, not that you really think it will, but it’s worth a shot. In fact, he tugs you back in return and you stumble straight into his lap. This happens a lot, you realize belatedly.

“That’s not fair,” you pout, not at all opposed to your position.

Fox gives you that stupid smug smirk that still sets your heart a flutter no matter how many times you see it. “Your engagement strategy could use some work.”

“Come on.”

You kiss him.

“Come lay down.”

Kiss.

“You’re exhausted.”

Kiss.

“You know I can see it.”

Kiss.

“Are you trying to convince me or seduce me?” Fox interrupts, pulling back just far enough to be out of immediate range of your lips. He doesn’t try to hide his grin though.

You tilt your head innocently and bat your eyelashes. “Yes.”

Loathe as you are to get off him, you do, slipping away with ease and attempt to pull him up again. He follows you this time, much to your surprise, and you end up guiding him to the couch. It’s not actually that big of a mattress when it’s pulled out, but you’re not going to complain about having to get closer to fit. Did you plan it that way? No. But if anyone asks, yes you did.

You lay down after Fox and he shifts around so you’re both sharing the pillow. He pulls the blanket up too, but not all the way. There isn’t really a need for it in his office besides comfort.

“Thank you for indulging me,” you whisper.

Fox pulls you even closer and you can feel him press his lips to your head. “I’ll do anything you ask, cyare.”

You squint at him suspiciously. “Why’d I have to convince you then?”

He gives you a cheeky grin. “I wanted to see what you would do.” He shrugs.

“Rude!” You thump him on his chest plate but you’re laughing soon after. So is he.

“Let’s get some rest. Isn’t that why you came here?”

“Kriffin’ right.”

Fox drifts off before you, which just goes to show how tired he really is. You lay there watching his chest rise and fall slowly. You brush your fingers lightly over his armor where your hand rests in front of you. You almost never see him this relaxed in his office. Or at all really. You’re glad you can give him this, even in the middle of the day. Especially in the middle of the day because you’re certain he doesn’t take any break at all regularly.

You’re content to stay in his arms just like this, dozing off easily knowing there was no safer place to be than right where you are.

—-

Fox isn’t actually asleep. He knows you want him to get some rest but it’s hard when something could happen at any moment. Being ready for anything and general paranoia go hand-in-hand in his line of work. Plus, if he falls asleep now he won’t be able to see how peaceful you look sleeping next to him. Nor would he be able to think about how right this all feels. He wasn’t lying when he said he would do anything you ask.

And he’ll say it as many times as he can, he’s probably the luckiest man in the galaxy. Definitely the luckiest of his vode. You really are perfect. He’d yell it from the top of the senate building if he didn’t think he would be decommissioned for it. He’ll risk everything for you, but the last thing he wants to do is leave you alone like that. Not after everything you’ve done for him.

You’re stuck with him now, but he has a feeling that if he said that to you, you’d just turn it around and say he’s stuck with you too. Like he would ever be mad about that.

He’s never thought about what would happen after the war before. It’s never-ending in his mind, even if he’s not on the front lines. He still wishes he was, but that feeling lessens every time he’s with you. If he had been out who-knows-where in the galaxy, he never would have met you. You would have never even gotten as close as you are to his vode if you hadn’t been drawn to the mess by the smell of his caf.

You definitely would’ve still been arrested though; of that he has no doubt.

His little fighter, you are.

So he thinks of after the war, whenever that will be, and he sees you there with him. You still have caf together every morning, but now it’s fresh from a pot in the kitchen of the house you share. You’ll move off Coruscant, because he knows all the bad things that go on in even the smallest shadows. It’s a terrible place to live. The top levels are too guilded; the bottom levels are too dangerous.

So a different planet, and one that doesn’t have such a political presence in the galaxy.

Maybe he sees a few kids eventually too. He isn’t sure about that yet though. That’s a conversation you both need to have before thinking too much more about it. But if things happen to go that way, he shudders to think what a bunch of mini-hims running around could do. Even worse, a bunch of mini-yous. But both of you mixed together in many tiny beings? They’d take over the galaxy by the time they’re ten.

And even if things don’t go that way and you don’t want kids, as long as you’re together… yeah, that’s really the best kriffing thing.

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You’re not sure how long you manage to be asleep for, because you startle awake what feels like a minute later by the door to Fox’s office opening. By some miracle, Fox stays asleep, and you turn your head carefully to look at Stone standing there. He raises one eyebrow at what must be one of the oddest sights he’s probably ever seen stepping into this office.

You press a finger to your lips in an obvious sign to be quiet. Then you drag your thumb across your throat in an even more obvious sign that you will hurt him if he wakes Fox up.

Stone’s lips quirk up into a smirk before he raises his hands in surrender, pointing at the data pad in his hand and then to Fox’s desk. You give him the go-ahead and turn back into Fox to get comfortable again. The door slides closed behind you a few seconds later.

“You know I’m awake, right?” Fox murmurs above you, eyes still closed.

“No you’re not,” you say back.

“What exactly did you threaten him over?”

“You’ve got a new data pad on your desk.”

Fox groans lowly. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not awake yet.”

His thumb starts rubbing your side unconsciously. There’s no more intent behind it other than comfort and you shuffle closer so his hand splays over your lower back. It’s warm even through your shirt and you sigh in contentment. You’ll never get tired of the feel of his hands on you. He squeezes you once and you look up at him in question.

“So how are you here? What about your work?” He asks.

“I took the rest of the day off.”

“Just to take a nap?”

You smile sweetly at him. “Just for you. The nap is a bonus.”

He dips his head down to peck your lips, and you chase them back up when he pulls away. He gives in, of course, and you take the time to slowly kiss each other breathless. It’s easy to get lost like this. There’s no rush - no need to go any further to feel how much harder your heart can beat because of him. And you’re sure that if he wasn’t wearing armor, you’ll be able to feel his beat just as hard for you too.

“Hey,” you whisper.

Fox hums in acknowledgement.

“I love you.”

His eyes are on yours a second later. Though you can barely see the difference between his pupil and the deepest brown of his iris, you know exactly what they look like as they slowly dilate. They’re especially beautiful when they catch the sunlight at just the right angle and literally light up. Absolutely mesmerizing.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyare.”

You don’t need to be a genius to figure out he just said he loves you too. Which is good because telling him that, no matter how long you’ve felt it, is a spur of the moment decision. You’re glad you did though. You didn’t know when there would be another moment like this.

Soft cuddling, dozing off to the sound of his breath puffing above you, the feel of him pressing up against you.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

And you love him.

#prior writes #star wars #swtcw #clone wars #the clone wars #soft fox #commander fox #cc 1010 #commander fox x reader #commander fox x you #afab!reader #coruscant guard #writing #fanfic

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sameheart-sameblood · 3 years

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All To Myself

(gif by @captainrexs)

pairing: captain rex x f!reader

summary: bath time with rex usually means trying to get him to relax, but tonight it's your turn to let him help you out

words: 3.1 k

warnings: 18+, smut, bathtime shenanigans (f receiving), rex being the giver we all know he is

a/n: this is purely self-indulgent as i love baths. i would give up all my earthly possessions to take one with rex. this is my first attempt at smut (which is probably obvious lol). kind of didn’t want to release this but got tired of it staring at me whenever i opened word

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Your evenings were usually spent alone. At first, that had bothered you. Rex had come into your life and you wanted nothing more than to be in his presence. The calmness and kindness he exuded was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. Being around him made you crave his presence all the more, like spice coursing through your system. You knew his job meant he was needed off planet most of the time. But was it really too much to ask that you see him occasionally while he was back on Coruscant?

As your relationship went on, you got used to it. Being numb to the canceled dinners and missed special occasions was just what seemed in store for someone who loved a captain in the GAR. Which is why you barely batted an eyelash when he had commed you earlier in the day, rushing an apology about not being able to see you that evening. You might be resigned to the fact that Rex’s life was his job but it still didn’t make it easier to stomach the thought of another night alone.

The two of you had planned an evening on the town, dinner and dancing. Well, at least you dancing while Rex swayed self-consciously next to you. He hated it and yet he never tried to talk you out of going. It was one of the many things you loved about him. It was these things you remembered when your loneliness got the best of you. So what if Rex couldn’t always be around? Whenever he was with you he made you feel like the only person in the world.

You contemplate calling your friends to see if they’d like to join you for your planned activities. But you’re feeling sorry for yourself and if you can’t be with Rex, then you’d rather just be by yourself. You decide to keep things simple and take a bath. The thought instantly puts you in a better mood. It’s one of your favorite past-times.

******

When Rex had first seen your bath routine, he’d been in shock. As someone who was usually only afforded about two minutes to bathe, the thought of taking an hours long bath blew his mind. You’d insisted he try it for himself. He watched as you drew him a bath of his own, adjusting the temperature just right and properly dissolving a few handfuls of epsom salts.

Before leaving him, you’d dimmed the lights, lit a few sweet smelling candles and turned on some light background music. Lowering himself into the tub, Rex thought the experience might be alright. But after a minute, he was ready to get out. He had tried to understand it, really he had. But as someone always on the go, he couldn’t easily relax, constantly fighting the feeling he should be doing something.

He didn’t begrudge you taking your baths. After all, he saw how happy they made you and he wanted nothing more than to see you content. But for a soldier, the experience felt like an indulgence he didn’t deserve.

He had shyly called you back into the bathroom. “I don’t think I’m doing it right, love.” You’d gone in to find him sitting there, looking confused, as if expecting something more to happen. “There’s no wrong way to take a bath, Rex.” Sitting down next on the edge of the porcelain, you’d motioned for him to keep trying. He’d sat back, shoulders tensed towards his ears, staring straight ahead, eyes wide, his whole body on alert.

You had to stifle a laugh as you watched. “Ok, apparently you have found a wrong way to take a bath.” He’d looked so forlorn at his failure that you had no choice but to shed your clothes and get in, taking a more hands on approach to showing him how to relax. He’d liked baths much more after that…

******

Easing yourself into the water makes you instantly relax. Knowing you’ll most likely spend the rest of the night in here, you make sure to get everything prepared that you might need. Feeling cheeky, you also bring over of your favorite vibrator. You’re not going to be getting any from Rex tonight, so might as well try to have some fun.

You get to catch up on the book you’re reading, feeling satisfied when you finish the last page. Settling back, you let your mind wander, hands playing at the surface of the water. An accidental glide over your breast sparks something in your belly. You pause, then do it again, imagining it’s Rex’s larger, calloused hand teasing you. You grab the vibrator, placing it next to you.

Before you delve in, you turn the water on to return some of the warmth the bath has lost.

Over the roar of the tap, you don’t hear the door open. Someone clears their throat and you whip your head towards the noise. Rex greets you, shoulders slumped with fatigue. “Sorry, love, didn’t mean to scare you.”

And you must look scared too, you’re eyes double their usual size. You glance at the vibrator, wondering if you have time to hide it. Rex isn’t against your use of toys, in fact he encourages them. But you’re still embarrassed at being caught just about to put it to use. He follows your eyes, his own widening slightly.

“Ah, so it was going to be that kind of bath?” He chuckles, expression darkening slightly as you squirm under his gaze. He just stands there, looking at you. Oh, he’s actually expecting an answer. “Well, I just figured, you weren’t going to be home, and I was bored and lonely and…”

You’re rambling now but you can’t stop, even as you watch him slowly remove his armor. He does so tantalizingly slow, nodding along with mock sympathy as you continue.

“I thought I would be alone for the night and I missed you so much, Rex, honey, I miss you.”

His face softens at your wavering tone, your sincerity written all over your face. He finishes stacking his armor neatly in the corner. “I missed you too.” He strips out of his blacks, folding them as you openly gawk at him. He allows himself a smirk at your neediness. Finally ridding himself of his clothing, he kneels down next to the bath. He runs his thumb over your cheek. “I’m here now. You don’t need to be lonely anymore.”

That night you had first introduced him to proper bath-time, you’d sat behind him, guiding him on just how to really relax. But tonight, he wants you to be taken care of. He motions for you to scooch forward, then sinks in behind you, groaning softly. You settle into each other, just reveling in the closeness for a moment.

Rex exhales a ragged breath and you feel some of the tension go out of his body. “Tough day?” He pulls you closer, your back pressed to his chest. “Just the usual. Nothing I can’t handle.” You know him well enough now to hear the pain in his tone. He feels you tense, knowing you want to ask him to elaborate, always trying to solve his problems. Rex rubs your arms slowly, soothing you “Not to worry. Everything’ll be fine.”

Rex’s hands continue their hypnotic rubbing. Up and down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You allow yourself to relax once again but don’t let the matter drop. “You had a long day, Rex. Let me help you unwind.” You try and get out of the bath so you can switch places. But he’s having none of it. He holds you gently in place. “Taking care of you will help me relax, love.”

When you had first gotten together and he would say these kinds of things to you, it was hard to believe him. Could he truly be this selfless? It felt in some way like you were taking advantage of him. As your relationship progressed, you’d come to see that he truly meant things like that. Rex had many love languages but his favorite was acts of service.

Sighing in defeat, you settle back against him. He chuckles at your small sounds of mock protest. Rex nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your familiar scent of pine and Alderaanian blossoms. For a moment, he breathes you in, forgetting about the world. But as his eyes slowly open, he’s greeted by the sight of your long abandoned vibrator. Rex reaches for it, toying with it. You see what he’s doing and turn towards him. “It’s ok. I’m fine. Let’s just lay here.”

Your captain may be tired but he’ll be damned if he doesn't fall asleep knowing you've been satisfied. “That’s right. You just lay there. Let me do the work.” The tiny thing clicks on, a buzzing filling the room. Rex lowers it into the water, the vibrations sending out tiny ripples. He pauses hovering above where you need him most.

“What do you think of when you use this?” You’re so caught off guard by the question that you only let out a confused garble. He gives your thigh a squeeze, chuckling at the state you’re already in. “I haven’t even started yet, love. Use your words.”

After that, there’s no hesitation. “You.” The word comes out in a needy rasp. Rex is right. He hasn't even touched you yet and your body is already wound up so tightly in anticipation that you’re sure you might combust at any moment. “It’s always you, Rex.” You can’t see but his face softens, still so surprised someone would ever care for him like that.

He rewards you with a lingering kiss on your shoulder and lowers the toy to your already swollen clit. You jolt at the sensation, body automatically trying to get away from it. Rex’s free arm tightens around you, forcing you to stay still and power through the first few seconds of overstimulation. You’re still whimpering, but you soon relax, leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

He studies your face, your eyes screwed tight and mouth slightly agape. “Is this what you needed?” All you can do is nod but he prompts you to continue, rubbing the vibrator slowly up and down through your folds. Gasping at the new sensation, your eyes pop open to meet his. “I-I…” The arm that had been holding you tightly against him loosens. His hand moves to your breast, massaging gently.

It’s been so long since you’ve had time to take things this slow. Usually he’s only got a few minutes free, leaving time for a rushed rendezvous and nothing more. But tonight you have him all to yourself. No comms beeping to steal his attention, no duty calling him away. It’s as if there’s nothing outside of these four walls and you know it’s an opportunity that won’t come along often.

Your head lolls to the side as he continues his ministrations. The coil in your belly is tightening quickly but you fight against it, needing something different. Your voice eventually resurfaces, your words on the tail end of a moan. “I- I need you!” Urging life back into your limbs that have since turned to jelly is difficult. But you manage to move your hand to cover his, clicking off the vibrator.

Rex stills for a moment, trying to figure out what he’s done wrong. Turning your head to look at him, you see his confusion. You reach up to stroke his face, eyes pleading with him. After a moment, you see him understand. It’s something you always want, without fail. He smiles down at you, leaning over you to gently press his lips to yours.

The vibrator is quickly abandoned on the side of the tub. With both hands free, Rex can really touch you, hands roaming about at his leisure. You sigh contently as his rough fingers trail along the sides of your body, then upwards to tease your nipples. The embers in your belly that had dimmed slightly are now burning brightly once again. He senses this and lowers a hand to your clit.

At first, he just runs his fingers through your folds. He doesn’t mean to tease, he just hasn’t been able to feel you, to truly appreciate you in so long. But your whine pulls him out of his trance and he begins to rub circles that leave you gasping for air. He begins slowly, making sure you're happy with the direction things are going.

Rex holds in his chuckle as he peers down at you. Your head has once again tipped back against him. But now, your face has gone slack, no tightness or tenseness to be found. Only pleasure. His free hand moves between your breasts, squeezing, massaging and tugging, making sure neither is neglected. He sees just how much your chest is heaving and decides to give you your reward. You’ve been so patient for him.

His hand tugs at your thigh, pulling you out of your daze. “What are you - “ He lifts your leg and hooks it over the edge of the tub, spreading you wider for better access. You moan pitifully as the hand that had been rubbing circles delves back in. There’s so much more of you he can touch now and it makes you tremble. He beams down at you proudly, seeing how much this slight change is bringing you closer to the edge.

You're tensing under him, back beginning to bow. Your sudden movement brings attention to his erection that’s been slowly growing. He can’t help when he automatically begins to grind against you. But Rex knows you well enough now to realize he only has a few more seconds before you're toppling into oblivion. His release can wait.

Abandoning your breast, his hand slides up to your neck, applying the slightest pressure. You keen at the feeling. It’s not a show of dominance. It’s Rex reminding you that he’s there for you, a comforting presence that makes you feel perpetually taken care of.

You twist your neck so you can gape up at him. The hand on your clit continues it’s work, doubling down its efforts. Throughout the experience, you’d been gripping the sides of the tub for dear life. But now, you bring one up to cover Rex’s hand that’s enclosed around your neck. Even through your haze of lust, your heart aches at the pure love radiating from his eyes.

You're too far gone, unable to form words. All you can do is moan and hope he can decipher it. If you weren't in such a compromising position you would have to laugh. Asking someone to be able to decipher your desires without words. But thankfully Rex knows you like the back of his hand. He knows what you're asking, what last thing you need to make you let go. Loosening his grip on your neck, he uses it to hold your face, crashing your lips together.

The kiss doesn’t break, even as you writhe under him. You try to turn away from him as you come, but he holds you to him, needing to feel you as much as you needed to feel him. The water is sloshing over the sides of the tub, your once full bath almost halfway empty. Rex breaks the kiss, letting the aftershocks of your release play out.

He rubs soothingly against your thighs, watching as you twitch. You collapse onto him, finally beginning to break through the fog. The ability to form a coherent sentence seems to have left you. All you can manage is a weak sigh of his name. It’s the only thing you can remember and, in all honesty, you’d die a happy woman if that was the only thing you could utter for the rest of your life.

“Was that what you needed, love?” Rex nuzzles into your neck as you chuckle. “Apparently more than I realized.” The rubbing at your sides pauses. You look to Rex to see what’s wrong and find his face twisted with guilt. “This isn’t right. If I can’t give you the attention you need then I don’t deserve you.” This isn’t the first time you've had this conversation and you're sure it wont be the last.

But you’re happy to reassure your lover, as many times as you need to. “You give me everything I need, Rex. You’re smart, brave, funny, kind, supportive, sexy.” He lowers his eyes at the last word, smiling demurely. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. You give me everything and so much more. And I mean, if you don’t believe me, just look.” You laugh, gesturing at your bathroom, now in a state of disrepair, water on the floor, shampoo and soap bottles scattered, candles burnt down to messy puddles.

Rex chuckles but looks contrite, rubbing his neck shyly. “Guess we got a little carried away.” He’s already made you come once, and spectacularly at that. But just the sight of him has those butterflies in your belly stirring to life again. You bat your eyelashes. “Now will you let me take care of you?” He closes his eyes, sighing tiredly. His cock, still hard against your back is evidence enough, but his muscles sag with fatigue.

“I want you more than anything. But I think I have just enough energy to clean this mess and then fall into bed.” Shaking your head, you gently extricate yourself from his arms. You stand on shaky legs as you hold out your hand for him. “Everything else can wait. Let me show you how much I missed you, Captain.”

His eyes widen, lust beginning to cloud his gaze. You don’t use his title often, knowing how riled up it gets him to hear the word fall from your lips. But you need the big guns tonight, refusing to leave him wanting. Rex grabs for you and lets you lead him through the ruined bathroom and into your bedroom.

He takes one last look at the state you’re leaving the room in. “But we should really clean this…” You lead him to the bed and softly push him down on to it. He looks up at you with doe eyes as you straddle his hips. “We will, honey. But no sense cleaning up now when we’re just about to make another mess.”

#captain rex x reader #rex x reader #rex x you #god what i would give to take a bath with rex #tcw fanfic #tcw smut #tcw #allie writes #my writing

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gubler-me-up · 3 years

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Give Me Hallmark

Request: hii can you like do a spencer reid one shot with a fem bau reader and it's christmas, everyone's still working and at the end of the day the reader asks if anyone wants to grab dinner for christmas but almost everyone has plans except for reid so they go out and eat then they walk around with all christmas lights and there's couples everywhere and spencer just confesses his love for her under a mistletoe.

A/N: Thank you for the request, @euphoricdumpsterfire! We love a cute Christmas fic and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to post this exactly on Christmas but December 26th works too imo! Hope everyone who celebrated had a Merry Christmas and for those who don’t celebrate I hope you had a fantastic, relaxation day ❤️ Hope you enjoy!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: A small mention of alcohol but nothing else

Word count: 3.5k

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Nothing was worse than working during Christmas. For most people that is but you didn’t mind. Your family had decided to go on a cruise for the holiday. They asked you to join but the day you were going to tell them your decision the team had a case in Wyoming. You insisted they go without you and you would visit them as soon they came back.

Christmas’s charm had faded away in your eyes as soon as you reached adulthood. Spending it alone had nearly become a habit of yours. Last year you spent it with a couple of friends and did a cute secret Santa exchange. The Christmas’ before that consisted of just you, a bottle of wine and reruns of your favourite hallmark movies.

As you worked diligently at your desk you couldn’t help notice walk down the steps towards where the four of you were working. You looked up and saw a sight that proved to you Christmas miracles were real. Hotch was smiling and whenever he smiled you knew there was extremely good news to proceed.

“Merry Christmas everyone. You’re off the clock,” he said.

“Off the clock? Hotch, we’ve only been working for five hours,” Spencer said.

“Reid, are you serious right now? A late start and an early finish? Sounds like a deal I’m going to take,” Morgan said as he started to pack up his stuff.

“Have a good rest of your day everyone,” Hotch said before retreating to his office.

You started packing up your stuff as well. You could already hear the opening scene of A Royal Christmas playing in your head. Before you could make your way home, cuddle up on your couch and lose your heart to movies you’ve watched for the past five years, you had to eat.

You looked around at everyone packing up their things to leave as soon as they possibly could. You wanted to eat at your fave Chinese spot instead of ordering takeout this year. You didn’t mind sitting in and dining on your own but you could already anticipate the looks of people dining in and seeing you eating alone. The last time that happened a man in his 70s insisted on joining you to eat and told you how much you reminded him of his wife who had passed away five years earlier.

“Does anyone wanna grab something to eat?” You asked.

“I would love to, Y/N, but I have a ticket to the Bahamas that’s calling my name. I’ll send plenty of pictures,” Emily said as she picked up her purse.

“Make sure you keep them PG-rated,” Morgan joked.

Emily playfully rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t give you a PG-13 picture even if you paid me.”

“Ouch,” he said.

Emily laughed as she told everyone goodbye. As soon as she walked out of the bullpen you knew there was no chance of getting her back. You turned your attention over to Morgan. He saw your gaze and immediately stood up to get out of your sight. You didn’t let him get too far though.

“How about you, Derek? You want to grab some Chinese?” You asked.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. If it was a regular, shmegular day I wouldn’t even think twice about it but since it’s Christmas I have plans I must attend,” he said.

“Oh? And those plans would be?” You inquired.

He shook his head and wiggled his finger at you. “We’re keeping it PG-rated remember? Have a Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

Before you could stop him for another question, he wished everyone a Merry Christmas and bolted out the bullpen. Now there was only you, JJ and Spencer. You saw JJ get up to leave next. She saw you looking at her and gave you a sympathetic smile but you knew her answer already.

“Kids?” You asked.

She nodded. “And husband. Sorry, we’ll go another time for sure.”

You smiled. “Of course. Merry Christmas, J.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

With that she was out of the bullpen. You sighed as you looked over at Spencer. He stood up from his desk and swung his satchel on his shoulder. You were nervous to even ask anyone else let alone him if he was free to go out to eat with you. You knew he would probably be busy with his mother. He had been so stressed out lately about her health you didn’t want to bother him with your loneliness.

You then saw Garcia scurrying out of her office down into the bullpen area. You smiled as you saw her walking your way. You stepped in front of her with a huge smile. You were disappointed to not see the same enthusiasm on her face. Your smile instantly dropped.

“Too busy to get something to eat with me?” You asked.

“Unfortunately I am, my little sugar plum, but I will definitely go with you after the holiday,” she said before embracing you in a big hug.

You sighed and hugged her back. “Merry Christmas, P.”

“Merry Christmas, sweet stuff,” she said before scurrying past you.

You turned around to watch her leave like the rest. You sighed as you were starting to realize you probably were the only one without plans this Christmas. It made you quite sad to think about but you did it to yourself every year. What was one more year of sitting alone at a restaurant and having an old man tell you about his dead wife?

“I can go with you if you’d like, Y/N,” you heard Spencer say.

You looked back around to see him standing just a foot away from you. You were in shock he wasn’t busy as you thought he was going to be. You were even more shocked that he wanted to spend a few hours on Christmas day with you.

“You sure? I thought you’d go to Vegas to spend some time with your mom because of her health,” you said.

“I’m flying out tomorrow morning and I’m already packed, so I have time,” he said.

You stood there still in shock. You didn’t think you would be spending your evening with Spencer especially since it was only the two of you. Your look of shock must have made him weary because he furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind then I’ll just go home,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, no, sorry. We can definitely go together. I’d love to spend my evening having you as my dinner companion.”

He sheepishly smiled. “Great. Should we ask Hotch and Rossi if they want to tag along?”

You chuckled. “Spence, when you reach their age all you want to do with your Christmas is cuddle up with a glass of scotch or whisky.”

He nodded in agreement. “Fair.”

You smiled as you picked up your purse off of your desk. Like the gentleman he was, he offered out his arm for you to hook onto. You didn’t hesitate to grab hold of his bicep and you swore he was flexing for you but that could have been your imagination.

Your favourite Chinese restaurant wasn’t too far from the BAU headquarters. It was only a few blocks down but it took a little longer for you two to get there than it would have been if you were walking by yourself. You enjoyed talking to Spencer and would get lost in every word he would say. From the time you two had left the office, he was talking about some recent discovery in the galaxy and the amount of passion in his voice was admirable.

He was naturally a slower walker compared to your need to fast walk but him talking to you allowed you to bear the brisk winter air for a little longer. The cold didn’t seem to bother him much because he kept looking your way when he was talking to you even though the wind was blowing that way. The way he was smiling at you throughout could have been the reason he was warm because his smile could warm the coldest of nights.

He held the door open to let you in. You blushed and thanked him as you stepped in. Everything he did felt so intimate to you. It felt as if you were at the beginning of your own little Hallmark movie but it could have been your overly active imagination at work again. Maybe it was time for you to retire the Hallmark movies if they were making you think this way.

“For two?” The host asked.

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Follow me this way,” she said as she led the way.

She led you both to a booth near the back corner of the restaurant. You both thanked her as she put down your menus. You took off your purse and jacket and tossed them on your seat before scooting in. Spencer followed suit.

As you looked at the menu you couldn’t help but notice Spencer smiling as he looked down at his. You looked up at him with a puzzled look. He looked up from his menu to see your full confused look.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Why are you smiling to yourself?” You asked.

“Uh, well, I just find it kind of funny,” he said.

“Find what kind of funny?” You asked.

“Out of all the things you could have done on Christmas you wanted to eat at a Chinese restaurant,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Well, if I’m keeping it honest I’ve been craving Chinese for a while and this is one of my favourite spots. I found out a few days ago they have a deal where if you and someone else come in on Christmas Day, you get 50 percent off your meal,” you said.

“Ah, is that why you were asking everyone to tag along?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s probably the lamest way to spend Christmas but I love a good meal and a good price point.”

“I don’t think it’s a lame way to spend Christmas at all. I do this with my mom on most years but instead of Chinese we go eat at Binion’s and indulge in chicken fried lobster.”

You giggled. “I love that. My family went on a cruise I had to miss out on but I’ll see them in a week.”

“Well, if you’re eating on a budget on Christmas Day then you definitely saved yourself some major cash from missing that cruise if that makes you feel better. On average, during a seven-to-eight day cruise passengers spend $212 daily.”

“The way my dad eats he’s probably spending near $300.”

Spencer cracked a wider smile which automatically made you laugh. He broke into a small chuckle once you started it off. You saw the server walking up and automatically calmed down before picking up the menu again. Spencer turned to see the server approach your table. She placed two glasses of water down before taking out her pen and notepad.

“Welcome and Merry Christmas. I would like to start off by mentioning on Christmas we do a special where if two people come in their meal is half off,” she said.

“Oh, I’ve heard,” Spencer said as he looked at you.

You slightly blushed. You didn’t know if it was from the way he looked at you or if it was because you were way too excited about this deal.

“Amazing. Do you two know what you’d like?” She asked.

“Can we get a few more minutes please?” You asked.

“Of course. Would you like any other drink besides water?” She asked.

“No thank you,” you both said in unison.

Your server smiled and nodded before leaving the two of you to look over your menus. It seemed as if he couldn’t keep his eyes on his menu long enough to look over it. His eyes kept wandering up to look at you. Naturally, your eyes wanted to look into his.

“What now?” You giggled.

“How do you feel about looking at Christmas lights?” He asked.

“I love looking at Christmas lights,” you said.

“Awesome. There’s this street in downtown Washington full of them. I think they looked extremely pretty and I thought you’d like them,” he said.

“You thought I’d like them?” You said.

He nodded. “Yeah. I know how much you love Christmas lights, so when I walked by them last night I thought of you.”

“You did?” You asked.

“Yeah. Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I didn’t-”

“No, no, I’m not uncomfortable at all. I’d really love to go with you, Spence,” you assured him.

He smiled and you could see the small fade-in of blush appear on his cheeks. If this was the universe’s way of telling you your Hallmark dreams had come true, it was the best possible way to let you know. You could have never imagined your Christmas would be spent with someone you had a crush on and you loved every second of it. You wanted it to become a Christmas tradition every year.

Once you two were done eating, Spencer paid even after you insisted you would. Before you could even take out your card, he had already paid in cash. You hated how he was always one step ahead of the game but it’s one of many things you adored about him.

It had become pitch dark outside as you two waited outside for a taxi to pass by. When you saw the first one come down the street you waved your arms like a maniac. You being the clumsy person you were nearly lost your balance and fell into the road. Spencer quickly grabbed onto your arm to keep you balanced.

As you two rode in the back of the taxi, you were already admiring the Christmas lights on houses and buildings. Spencer would point out ones on his side and you would look out in amazement. He chuckled every time your face would show any form of excitement or wonder. The drive alone was 45 minutes long but it felt like 10 as Spencer preoccupied your time.

When you reached downtown Washington, Spencer opened your door to let you out. He held out his hand to help you get out. He probably didn’t trust your legs holding you up after your little incident. You closed the door behind you and you two started your journey through the city.

“I think blue Christmas lights are my favourite,” you said.

“How come?” He asked.

“They’re the prettiest colour. It’s bright enough to catch your attention but not too overpowering to hurt your eyes,” you said.

“That’s a good reason to like it,” he said.

You giggled. “No fact to go along with my analysis, doctor?”

He chuckled. “I was trying to hold back but blue is a rare colour in nature but the most preferred colour by choice. Throughout history, it has been a top colour associated with relaxation and lowering blood pressure.”

“Amazing. I was struggling with my blood pressure, you know,” you joked.

He looked at you concerned. “What? Y/N, are you okay? If work is stressing you out, I don’t mind taking some of your workload.”

You laughed. “I’m kidding, Spence, but I might take you up on that offer if I ever do feel stressed out at work. What’s your favourite Christmas light colour?”

He pointed to the Christmas lights to his left. You looked and saw green lights hanging off of a storefront. You widened your eyes at how beautiful they looked. Spencer looked at you and smiled at your expression.

“They’re pretty, huh?” He asked.

“Pretty? They’re gorgeous. I didn’t even realize how beautiful the green lights were until they stood alone,” you said.

“Green’s actually the second most popular colour after blue,” he said.

You smiled. “Seems fitting.”

“Oh and in China green jade symbolizes virtue and beauty,” he said.

“Also very fitting,” you said.

You bit your bottom lip as you realized what you had said. You looked to your right to avoid eye contact with him. You couldn’t bear him asking about what you meant. You pointed to your side at another business that had strung green lights all over their store.

“You were right about green being a second favourite next to blue,” you said.

“George Washington’s favourite colour was green,” he said.

“Maybe there’s an ode to George going on in these streets,” you said.

He chuckled. “Possibly even though he was born in February.”

You laughed at his joke even though he didn’t know it was one. As you two continued walking you couldn’t help but notice all the couples populating the streets. Young couples, old couples, couples with kids. You looked over at Spencer to see his gaze looking from couple to couple as well.

You stared up at him wondering if he too wished they were those couples. Not that you wished you were any couple specifically but just a couple in general. You thought you two would look cute together especially on Christmas.

You soon noticed couples walking past you two smiling. You politely smiled back and so did Spencer. You weren’t sure if they were doing it to be polite or doing it because they thought you two were also a couple. Maybe they also saw the potential you two had together.

You sighed and decided it was best to turn your attention back to the lights. Again you saw green Christmas lights brighten a toy store’s front display. You don’t think you’ve ever seen so many green lights in your life. You started to think he had set this up.

“Spence, everyone has green lights up. I think they surpass blue in popularity now,” you said.

“Where do you see them?” He asked.

“Oh, you poor thing. I forgot you’re not wearing your glasses. They’re kind of small and on the inside showcase,” you said as you dragged him by his hand to the toy store.

As you two walked up to the store you could see his face lighten up when he saw the lights. You smiled at how excited he was to see all these green lights. As you recalled green and purple were his favourite colours so seeing all this green probably made him overly excited.

“Everywhere’s green for you, Spence,” you said.

“You know, many people don’t know this but green is the colour of love since it’s associated with Venus,” he said.

“Someone on this street must love you a lot then if they’re hanging up all these green lights,” you said.

“If you didn’t do it then I don’t want whoever did,” he said.

You looked at him in shock. You gave him a second to correct himself or at least elaborate for you but he didn’t. Once he said what he had to say, he stayed quiet as if he was waiting for you to say the next few words.

“Wait, repeat that and please say it with your chest this time so I know I heard you correctly,” you said in disbelief.

“I like you a lot, Y/N. More than words could ever express. I know you might not feel the same way but I just had to get it off my chest,” he said.

As he said that it felt as if the whole world went silent. You took in every word he said and it still didn’t feel real to you. You looked up at him as he waited anxiously for you to respond. You then looked up to see a stream of mistletoe hanging above you two. You looked back at him.

“You wanna know how I really feel?” You asked.

“Ye-”

Before he could fully respond to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nearly jumped into him to kiss his soft lips. He grabbed you by your waist to keep you close to him as your tongues exchanged names. You didn’t want to stop but you were curious to see his reaction to what you just did. It was priceless.

He stared at you in a mix of confusion, happiness and love. You uncontrollably giggled at his expression. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone express three different emotions in one go before.

“You know, I did always want to star in my own Hallmark movie,” you joked.

“I’m glad I could give that to you,” he said.

“I think there’s one more thing you could give to me,” you said.

“Anything. What is it?” He asked.

“Another kiss,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’d kiss you forever.”

He leaned in and you didn’t hesitate to latch onto his lips. Even though the cold breeze was shaking you to the core, your happiness kept you going. You couldn’t possibly go back to watching Hallmark movies after getting the real thing. Besides you felt after this moment your next Christmas’ would be spent in Vegas at Binion’s eating chicken fried lobster.

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The More You Know

Warnings: NSFW Content

NSFW Tags: SMUT, Mutual masturbation, Squirting, over-sensitivity, Sex Education, unprotected sex, Bareback, dry humping, First time with Noritoshi, explicit content

Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Smut, Fluff, Fem!Reader

NSFW Taglist: @fkngkumiko @gojoussunglasses @s-t-f-u-b-i-t-c-h @sunaswife

Word Count: 3.5k

Notes: I tagged this to the best of my ability. As I've already said, minors please DNI with my NSFW works.

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate.

Chapter 13.5

Utahime Sensei called both you and Noritoshi into her office one afternoon to give you "the talk." She’s aware that both of you are dating.

You and Noritoshi worriedly looked at each other before sitting down, across from her desk.

“There’s no need to be worried. You both haven’t done anything wrong. I just wanted to check up on the two of you.” She clarified. You both relaxed.

“Y/N, how are you adjusting to life on campus so far?”

“Ah, yes I’ve been adjusting well, thanks to everyone who has been helping me here and there. I’ve also grown used to the campus.”

“That’s great to hear. Looks like all of you first years are now settled in. Which brings me to my next question,” She started getting serious. "So, of course I know that both of you are dating. Teachers hear things from other students, it’s natural. Did you both get your parents’ permission to date each other?”

“Ah, yes, my mom and dad both know and said it’s okay for me to date senpai. They’ve been wanting to meet him as well. Next time when we are on break.” You said meekly.

Noritoshi quickly turned to you, eyes widening. Ah, you haven’t told him yet that they wanted to meet him. “They said it’s no big rush. We can do it over Christmas break.” Your voice quieted down.

“My parents have also approved of our relationship, as you know.” He put a hand to your back and spoke comfortingly. As always, your body relaxes under his warm touch. Hearing that made the knot in your chest slightly loosen up.

Utahime looked pleased at that. “That’s excellent to hear. Everything seems to be in order. And, have you both… you know… done "it" yet?"

Your eyes widened, then you flushed red before shaking your head. Noritoshi replied with a soft "No, we haven't." Face just as red as yours, before he forced it down.

The room suddenly felt stuffy and hot. Was this conversation really necessary?

“Ahem,” Utahime cleared her throat. “This is a very important conversation, and I want to make sure that both of you are engaging in consensual and safe sexual practices if you ever decide to do it. I’m aware that both of you are already of legal consenting ages here. That and it’s not uncommon for teenagers in Japan to do such.”

Gosh, just let this pass already, you thought to yourself, utterly mortified.

“So now I’ll talk you through the use of contraceptives and birth control then.” It was a mini sex education class with just the 3 of you.

And the rest of the afternoon was filled with a lot of do’s and don’ts and the explanation of how to use condoms. Noritoshi’s soul was practically leaving his body at the very thought.

“Don’t be shy to ask me for help in buying condoms or birth control pills. I’d rather both of you have safe sexual practices than not.” She ordered sternly.

You both quickly nodded, “Yes sensei.”

“Okay, that should be all. Then off you go.” She ushered you both out of her office, ready to prepare for another faculty meeting later.

After you both left the room, you slowly walked back to your dorm with Noritoshi close behind you. An unspoken agreement hung in the air as you filed into your dorm room.

He doesn’t come over to yours as often as you go over to his room, but he likes it. You’re happy that he doesn’t mind the numerous stuffed toys or fluffy blankets on your bed.

You served him some tea and mochi, not having spoken a word still. He stayed silent as well.

“....” your face was still red. Noritoshi found it almost funny and incredible, how it stayed red for such a long time. He reached out to cup your face.

You leaned into his touch. His hands were slightly cold, taking away some of the heat off your face.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want to. For us I mean. Like what we just talked about now. I’m okay if you’re okay with it. Completely.” He stumbled over his words.

You nodded and reached out for a hug, which he gladly gave. Sitting on his lap, cradled in his arms. “I… I’m okay with it. The sex talk was just really embarrassing, but inevitable.”

You shyly looked up at him. He gave a weak smile in return, trying to slow down the blood rising to his face. His ears were still pink though.

"When we are both ready then." He hastily uttered before changing the topic. You giggled. He was more reserved than you expected.

◇◇◇

A week later...

You’ve both taken to reading Kamo no Hotaru’s diary entries together when you were both alone and undisturbed. One evening, during a rare moment of peace when both of you had no schedules, you stayed in Noritoshi’s room, laying on his bed. “Toshi! That entry! It matches our first shared vision together!”

“Right. I noticed that when I browsed over it too. He really…” Noritoshi trails off. You perk up and cuddle into his side, facing back to the diary, “What is it?”

He abruptly closes the book shut, face really red. It was a good thing this was a copy of the original, because of the way he roughly handled it.

Why. “Toshi!!! Lemme see~” you whined, grabbing the book. He couldn’t look you in the eye as he handed you the book. You eagerly flipped through to where you stopped.

Hotaru was describing his fight with his beloved Misaki. “She must have been the woman in my visions then huh.”

Noritoshi buried his face into the junction of your shoulder and neck. You stared at him. His face and ears were on fire. “Toshi, are you not feeling well? Fever?” You pressed a palm onto his forehead. He shook his head and snuggled into your hand. The blush settled down rather quickly.

This guy never fails to cheat with his body temperature huh.

Anyways, going back to the passage.

“Misaki was lovely tonight. She astounds me every single time she fights with those demons and curses. Just the most beautiful sight to behold.”

“Awww, what a dreamy man” you sighed. Noritoshi’s grip on you tightened.

“Tonight was the first night in my life that I was able to hold her so close to me. We went back to the inn and had our baths before going to bed. We only had one futon, since the inn was in some far off and secluded area. It was also full, so we had no choice. We ought to be getting back to the urbanised districts soon. Her hair smelled nice. I can’t forget how her cheeks turned dark red when I undressed her. Her soft mounds under my hands. -

You shut the book, closed your eyes and stuck your tongue out hard against the inside of your cheek. Total silence filled the room for like 5 minutes before you opened it and continued reading,

“I’ve never felt anything softer than Misaki. Every curve of hers was to my liking. Every sound she made was comparable to the voice of an angel’s. She tasted so sweet down below. I never thought I’d be one to have premarital sexual relations, but to hell with it all.”

Noritoshi peeked over your shoulder, arms still wound tightly around you with one eye open, reading the passage together with you.

“I will try to remember in vivid detail how exactly I’ve taken her. It was a rush of the moment sort of thing. She was such a shy thing, covering her eyes as I undressed in front of her.

Only to cry for me to fill her up moments later. I took my time with her, tasting and feeling every bit of her body. Not long after, I made love to her. Her insides were warm and molded perfectly to me.

We both felt like we were melting into each other. Our Crimson bindings out and about, floating around our bodies as we indulged each other in pleasure.

It was worth leaving everything behind, in order to experience this life with her. We had to take great care so as for Misaki to not bear a child as we are still in the midst of fighting battles with demons here and there."

“Damn that guy was desperate for some action.” You said out loud. Noritoshi choked hard on his spit at this. You didn’t even take your eyes off the ancient erotica you were reading as you reached out with one hand to pat Nori on the back.

“Not like they had condoms or contraceptives back then huh. How difficult.” You wondered. “Y/N I-” Noritoshi sputtered. You turned to him. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You what…” your eyes trailed down at the movement. All of the sudden there was a pillow on his lap. He turned away, forcing his hard-on to disappear.

Noritoshi was just a very sweet little thing. He was really taken aback with your lack of fluster at the moment.

Whenever he whispers into your ears and holds your hand you blush. He secretly loved nipping at you and playing with your fingers to make your face glow red.

Even when Utahime sensei gave both of you the talk, you looked mortified. But since that day, you seemed to have gained a layer of quiet confidence.

And here you were reading an old smutty diary entry with a straight face.

An unpleasant thought came to his mind as he blurted out, "Have you had any experience at all? With this…. These things?"

Your eyes widened, before you shook your head. "Mmm to be honest none at all. You're pretty much my first everything Toshi. First boyfriend. First kiss. First love. You know."

Noritoshi relaxed. "Me too, you're my first for everything." You smiled at him, moving to hug him before he grabbed your hand to stop you from going further. His other one tightened on the pillow on top of his crotch.

Ah.

You wanted to help him but… Is it too early for the both of you? You wanted to wait for Noritoshi to bring it up. Unfortunately, he doesn't make any moves.

He is still very much a gentleman, politely turning away and closing his eyes whenever you get dressed or undressed in the ensuite bathroom. And really, it did touch your heart at the fact that he was really so sweet with you.

“Toshi, do you want any help with that?” You set the diary down on the side table. He flinched before slowly turning to you.

“Do you not find it disgusting?” He asked weakly.

“Mmmm, not really." You crawled into his lap, your face now slightly pink. You wanted this. You wanted to see more of him, know more about his body underneath the wide and loose fitting clothes.

“If you don’t want me to, that's also okay. Like you said, we have time. This isn’t something to be rushed Toshi."

He looked up at you. Deep down he really wanted this. But he wasn't prepared for it to go this fast. He didn't buy any condoms, lube, or contraceptives for you at all. He still had yet to research on more safe sex practices.

He shook his head. "I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you. We only talked about this the other day, I hope it's not too fast for you."

"I'm okay as well, no it's not too fast."

"As long as we are both fine with it, then it's okay."

"So… what do you want me to do?"

He turned bright red, not bothering to use his jujutsu to force it away. He wanted his body to be honest with you. "We don't have to go all the way now. Please touch me down... there. I'm clean. Just took a shower before you came in."

You nodded, tossing away the pillow on his lap as you undressed him. There were so many layers of clothing. Your mouth watered in anticipation upon seeing the outline of his erection clearly straining against his clothes.

And the one thing you've been looking forward to seeing. He parted his inner white yukata, revealing his abs and pecs. Holy shit. He is built and defined. With a solid 8 pack of abs, arms with biceps and triceps.

You gulped. Noritoshi stared at your reaction. "You like my body."

"Ah I do. Noritoshi, you're really pretty." You admitted.

Noritoshi shut his eyes and felt the last of his sanity fizzling out. Why aren't you close to him then?

"You took the words out of my mouth, pretty one." He pulled you to his chest, nipping at your ears and neck. He knew all your sensitive spots, easily making your body react to him.

"Toshiii, haa no it tickles" Shaking in his arms, you pressed against him, running your hands down his front.

"Looks like I really don't need to hold back with you." He growled, gripping you tighter.

You hooked your fingers on the waistband of his pants and pulled it down, revealing his length. It sprung up, pretty and already hard.

It was big, long, thick, with veins protruding, and the mushroom-like head was a blushing pink. You stared numbly, wondering how it would ever fit inside of you.

You cautiously fisted him. It was so hot and heavy, twitching in your hands. You pooled spit in your mouth before letting it drip onto the tip of his length, making him glide easier in your hands.

Noritoshi threw his head back at the action, breathing heavily. Small jolts of electricity ran through his body, upon feeling your lips on his chest and neck.

"Angel, it feels much better when you do it. I wanna make you feel good too, please." His voice is deeper than normal, sending shivers down your spine.

He didn't hesitate as he pulled off your top as you nodded. You felt self conscious, covering up your breasts. "No need to hide from me. You're a gorgeous sight for sore eyes." Noritoshi pushed away your arms and sucked on your tits, making you gasp out.

"Toshi."

"Mmmm." He swirled his tongue around your nipples, playfully tugging and sucking on them like they were candy. Your pants and underwear were quickly discarded, leaving you bare.

Cold air hit your entrance, making you tense up. Noritoshi's hands stroked your legs until they settled on your ankles.

"Spread your legs for me," he murmured. You couldn't say no to that. You slowly widened them, inch by inch, the bed creaking underneath you.

He stared at your wet opening, parting your lower lips. It was glistening with slick. He dragged two fingers over them. Sinking in his fingers and groaning at the sensation of your walls. It was hotter and wetter than he expected it to be.

"Here I was, trying to stop myself from losing control over you, only to find out you've wanted me too." He scoffed. You grew more and more aroused at hearing his voice become deeper, just slowly nodding in agreement, unable to speak. The only sounds coming from your mouth were moans and whimpers of his name.

Squelching noises filled the quiet room as he began to experiment with your body. Nothing escaped Noritoshi. He stared at you, watching and analysing your reactions with every curve, push, pull, and movement from his fingers.

Not long after, he found your sweet spot, pressing his fingers eagerly into it. You shivered.

He leaned over to kiss you while slowly fucking you with his fingers. The pressure on your insides made you feel floaty. You reached out to continue stroking him as well, making him tense against you until you slumped against him, head feeling way too hot and dizzy.

He huffed a laugh, “Too much for you angel? It feels good doesn’t it?” You whined at him with a pout, guiding yourself up and down on his fingers. Your voice grew louder when he pulled them out.

"Shh, give me a second." Noritoshi repositioned both of you, so that you were sitting on his lap. Putting some pillows behind him as he leaned against the headboard of the bed.

It was a slightly risky position, he could easily enter you from this angle so you had to push your back against his chest, comforted by his warmth.

"Let me play with you." Who was this man and where was your stoic Toshi? Noritoshi kissed everywhere he could reach, the side of your face, your shoulder, cheeks and neck.

"Come on, rub yourself against me." You felt him smile against your skin.

You took his length and grinded your pussy down on him, slathering your juices onto him. Tears streamed down your face. "Why does it feel so good? Ssss too much."

His hands were cupping and squeezing your breasts, holding you firm against his chest. You could feel the sweat gathering on your back.

Both of your Phoenix marks were glowing a bright red, illuminating both of your features. You reached to clasp his wrist, feeling the warmth seep out from his mark.

Heat. That was the main shared sensation between the two of you. Simply and drunkenly chasing after pleasure. The soulmate bond showed you his inner desires of breeding you, filling you up, pleasing you, and making you content. You felt touched and giddy.

Noritoshi's head is hooked over your shoulder. Mouth watering at the sight of him thrusting against your thighs. The tip of his cock poked up and down between your legs. Your ass was pressing hard against his hips, driving him insane.

You both grinded against each other at a moderate pace. Hiccups and mewls escaped your lips as you drooled.

You tightened your thighs when he sped up his thrusts. Your pussy feels hotter with each passing moment. He was humping you so hard, you started to lightly bounce on his lap.

All you could feel and smell was Noritoshi. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. You've never felt this type of greed over a person before. It scared you a bit.

"Darling, come on me." Noritoshi breathed out huskily against your ear. You shivered, squeezing and crossing your thighs. He softly grunted as he came all over your legs, the cum still hot.

Amazed, Noritoshi watched as you also squirted, spraying all over both of your legs and the mattress. He leaned over to rub your clit more, feeling it spew against his fingers as he put a heavy pressure on it. “Haaah! Toshi, no stop!! It feels so good!” You threw your head back wildly, feeling your legs spasm beyond your control at the touch of oversensitivity.

"Is that a no or a yes?" He nipped your earlobe as he continued rubbing your clit.

"More. Gimme more." You moaned.

He smirked, immediately plunging two fingers into you, pistoning it in and out as fast as he could, while his thumb continuously stroked at your clit. He held you tight as you sobbed his name unabashedly.

A second orgasm violently washed over you, making you shake. He helped you ride it out, by slowing down his movements until you collapsed against him.

It was hard not to fall asleep as you both stopped to catch a breath, but you had to clean up. “Sorry for making a mess.” You turned to face him and frowned upon feeling the stickiness on both of your legs.

His eyes glinted darkly, “No, don’t apologize. We both made a mess. I quite like it.” You hid your smile in his neck at that.

"We can take a quick shower then go to bed if you'd like?" Noritoshi offered.

"Mmm… sounds good."

The shower was quick and pleasant. It was nice to smell like Noritoshi. You happily hummed to yourself as you lathered your arms with his body soap. It smells nice and deep with touches of bergamot and clove.

On the other hand, Noritoshi was having an internal crisis. He just wanted to stuff you full of his cum right there as he helped you bathe, but was determined to wait until you got married to do so.

You went to bed in one of his kimonos after changing his sheets. Noritoshi loves how you look in his clothes and how you smell like him now.

"Thank you…" You whispered.

Noritoshi's body was so warm as he pulled you to him, his lips pressed against your temple. "Mmm, thank you also for trusting me with your body. I feel so relaxed, should we do this more often?"

You squawked in surprise, pushing his chest and laughing with him. "Nori's not so pure minded after all. Here I thought you were super conservative."

"Never said I was, angel."

◇◇◇

The next day, you were both mortified when Todo came up to tell you to keep it down next time. His room is next to Noritoshi's.

The both of you didn't realize he was home when that went down. “I'm soundproofing my room after this.” Noritoshi exasperatedly sighed at you.

"Ahh, maybe I should do the same with mine," You fiddled with your shirt. He smiled, leaning down to see you eye to eye, "You're looking forward to doing it with me again, I presume?"

If he wasn't so handsome right there, with his eyes bright and filled with so much joy, you're sure you would have smacked him in the chest.

".... No comment."

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Author's notes: Had to check the legal age in Japan for consent to sexual activities and the laws are SO MESSY. Long story short, the official age of consent is 13. Based on prefecture, for 16-18 years old, it is legal if they have consent to date from their parents. Basically, they’re trying to prevent relationships with huge age gaps for teens (with over 20 year olds) who might be taken advantage of. Toshi and Y/n’s bdays have passed already, so they’re 17 and 16 here.

Of course note that this is all fiction anyways.

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levinneheart · 3 years

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oversized jacket

➳ sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: reacting to their crush wearing another guy’s jacket with a TWIST

➳ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs: Mattsun & Makki (ft. Kyoutani & gn!reader)

➳ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ(s): fluff, slight angst, a pinch of crack, jealously, friends to lovers, accidental confessions(?), mutual pinning but they think you’ll reject them, college!au, slight timeskip

➳ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): swearing, slight manga spoilers if you squint, mentions of bullying, implied toxic masculinity, so-called “nice guy”, mentions of stalker-ish behavior, extremely long, & self indulgent cuz i was emo when i wrote this <3

a/n: this was inspired from this <3 also, this hcs was supposed to include oikawa and iwaizumi but i had to cut them out. i hope you like it e n way <3

Matsukawa Issei

he went to his last class early and was surprised to see you were already there, sitting in your usual chair

this was a first, usually he would be the first to arrived in the classroom and you would arrived after him with snacks in your arms

“i need snacks to survive this long day, you’re welcome to have some.” you’d say to him and you were absolutely right

you and your snacks made him get through the day without a pounding head and a growling stomach as he went home

you were working diligently on something while occasionally popping a cheese-flavored popcork onto your mouth

he assumed you were working on your assignments in advance for subjects he didn’t have as it was your routine

he clears his throat, catching your attention and making you looked at his direction as he greeted you with a small smile

you were practically beaming, eyes lighting up at the sight of him as you greeted him back cheerfully, seemingly in a good mood

he took his usual seat beside you and you immediately laid your head on his shoulder, sighing in content

he didn’t mind your gesture if it weren’t for the pounding on his heart but he was surprised you hadn’t noticed it yet

to him, you were so out of his league– so kind, so generous, so everything of his ideal type and pretty to look in the eyes too

the way that you two wordlessly and unconsciously leaned in for each other’s touch – absolutely no highs

just the comfortable silence of enjoying one another’s presences that he longs in relationships

this feeling scared him – terrified him even since he never felt anything like this for anyone before

little did he know, it was your way of conveying to him with your love language that the feeling was mutual

It wasn’t long before class started and not long till it ends. The clouds were starting to get grey and dark. Seems like that it’s starting to raining too. You usually like this kind of weather if it wasn’t such a hassle to get home. It’s getting cold too, you thought as you rubbed your hands together and snuggled subconsciously against Mattsun for warmth.

Matsukawa, on the other hand, held the urge to slip his arm onto your waist and pull you closer to him, the urge to press you firmly to his broad chest and bury his face onto your shoulder. His fingers twitched at the thought but he shook the feelings away before poking you once as he excused himself to you before softly nudging you off him to retreat to the restroom.

When he arrived, he deeply sighed with a fist clutching his chest to desperately trying to calm his accelerating heartbeats. He told – more like convinced himself that he will confess after class but you being so close to him was making it harder to remember his memorized lines. He could still remember how you smelt like, the scent of your shampoo mixed in with your favorite perfume.

It was driving him mad at how good you smell. He splashed his face with water from the sink before staring at himself, trying to focus before chuckling to himself. He looks ridiculous right now, his face slightly damped and eyes glaring at nothing but his reflection. He’ll be fine, even if you reject him – he could just play it cool and say it was a joke.

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅⊱◈⊰⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

When he comes back, his seat was occupied by a fellow male student, laughing with you. This would had been fine as you were quite approachable yet he couldn’t help himself but to eye on the unfamiliar jacket you were currently wearing. you didn’t wore the clothing earlier and it looked to big for you to own it.

His mind was racing with the thought of you wearing another guy’s jacket other than his and his feelings were all over the place; mixture of anger, disappointment, and heartbroken. You never told him you were taken and you never really specify that you didn’t like him so he knew he had a chance.

He firmly grabbed your shoulders and glared daggers at the man before he stood up from his chair, cowering away while you turned around to face him with a frown. “What was that for? He was getting to the best part of his joke.”

“I don’t like him and his jacket on you so take it off.”

“What? No, this isn’t his—”

“I’ll exchanged it for mine.” he cuts off.

“No thanks, Sei. What’s this all about anyway—”

“Please, yn. Don’t make me—”

“No is no, Sei. Besides—”

“I like you. Can you now please wear my jacket?”

You stayed silent for a second, stunned at his sudden confession and jealousy over a piece if clothing. “I like you too but this is actually my jacket.”

“…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”

“Nope, I tried telling you.” You grinned at him, poking his sides as his eyes widened in realization.

“Oh…” He trails off. “Wait! Did you just say you like me?” This made you chuckle, it made you want to play with him just a little.

“Did I?” You say, teasingly. “Although, I must say: you look adorable, being all jealous over my oversized jacket.”

Hanamaki Takahiro

you and Hanamaki met in elementary school and immediately became friends all the way till highschool

back then, he was smaller than you and got bullied because of his pinkish-brown locks, causing him to be subconscious of it

but you told him otherwise so you protected him and fought against many of his bullies in elementary

during in middle school and highschool though, he grew more taller and confident on his hair because of you

you didn’t had to protect him anymore so you settled on cheering and supporting him from the bleachers during his games

his team would welcome you warmly so it wasn’t a surprise to them that you grew on them, along with Kyoutani

he even developed a soft spot for you, causing you to call him Kyou without any honorifics since you two grown close

at first Hanamaki was ok with it, you’d love making new friends to bond with but the same time he was envious

back then he was your only friend and now, your attention was everywhere but him and you two were seeing each other less

you tend to stick with kyoutani these pass few days, ever since the two of you became classmates and seatmates

and he was gonna graduate soon, leaving you behind to focus on your studies and club activities to be able to graduate

that thought saddened him, he doesn’t want to be apart from you yet he also doesn’t want to chain you down

Hanamaki has now graduated and is working closed by Aoba Johsai, sometimes you’d go in there to buy snacks on your way home or to shelter yourself from the hot breeze of summer air and into the cool temperature of the grocery store.

Either way, he was just happy to see you in one of his jobs and sometimes catching up with you about your life and vise versa. You, however, went there to escape your persistent admirer who just can’t seem to understand why you would say no to him.

It was turning into your safe haven where you can relax and breathe without worrying about him watching your every movement. And today wasn’t one of those moments, you’ve had a sinking feeling on your gut so you stayed close to Kyoutani and asking him to walk with you home.

“Just to be safe, Kyou.” You say as you clinged tightly onto his arm. He grumbled in annoyance but didn’t protest against it, instead he let you gingerly drag him to the usual grocery store where Hanamaki worked. Not knowing that your unwanted admirer was following the two of you.

The sounds of bells ringing alerted Hanamaki of of new customers. “Welcome to— oh, hey Kyoutani and y/n.” He says with a smile, grateful to see familiar faces inside the empty store as usually around this time of night was less busy than in the morning and afternoon.

“I’m going to the restroom, yell when you need me.” Kyoutani informed to you, squeezing your arm before gently prying away from your grasp. You nodded with a smile and leaving you alone with Hanamaki. You stood there still, occasionally fidgeting as you looked around anxiously.

“What’s wrong?” He couldn’t gelp but asked.

“I—” You were cut off but the entrance’s bells ringing and you instantly stiffened at the presence of the newcomer.

“There you are, (l/n). You’re so hard to keep track of. You’re lucky that I’m such a nice guy, going out of my way to do this. And it’s all for you.”

Hanamaki noticed you slightly trembling from the corner of his eyes and as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a cough from none other than Kyoutani. “Who the fucking hell do you think you are?” He asks, almost growling.

“Her admirer.” The self proclaimed nice guy proudly said.

Kyoutani scoffed before turning to you. “Is this creep bothering you, (n/n)?” He asks, draping a jacket he was holding over your shoulders.

Your admirer look between you two. “I don’t believe you would date someone like this, (l/n). You can do better by dating me.”

“Actually,” Hanamaki spoke up. “they can date whoever they want as long as it’s not you. Now, go before I call the police for suspected illegal activities.” He warned with venom laced in his tone while crossing his arms over his chest.

The boy huffed. “You’re not that pretty anyway!” He hollered at you as he stormed out like a kid throwing a tantrum.

You released a heavy sigh of relief before thanking Kyoutani and Hanamaki multiple times for helping you finally get rib of that guy.

“No problem, (y/n). He was just jealous you two look cute together.” Hanamaki teased, hiding his pain of the new of you being taken.

“We’re not dating.” You chuckled as Kyoutani grunted in agreement.

“And he jacket?”

“It was mine, I told him to hold it for me.”

“Oh.” He paused for a second before laughing out loud. “I assumed you two were dating since the two of you are pretty close.”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t Mattsun-senpai tell you, we were cousins?”

“…”

“Nope, he didn’t tell me anything” That jerk. He cursed.

“Were you jealous of Kyou, Makki-senpai?” You teased with a smirk.

“Yeah, I was! Now, I’m all embarrassed and stupid because I used to like you.” He rambles while you look at Kyou and he shrugs before leaving the store.

“Why didn’t you confess before?”

“You know why!”

“And it only took my oversized jacket to make you confess to me? You’re unbelievable.” You shook your head in disbelief. “I liked you too, idiot!”

“Oh… WAIT, WHAT?!”

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slashers-favorite-girl · 3 years

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How slashers would react to tummy aches from too much Halloween candy

Lester Sinclair

Lester never really got into the whole Halloween thing, so when you give him a pumpkin bucket full of candy, he was delighted.

You had left him to his own devices, so of course, he had a few pieces. And a few more and a few more.

You find him curled up on the couch groaning. In a panic, you rush to his side only to see all the candy wrappers.

"I think I ate too much" he groans, holding his stomach.

You worry over him, running your hand through his curls as he rests his head on your lap.

You try your best to ease his pain but it is no help, as he bolts up and runs to the bathroom.

You check on him, as he groans on the floor. He is in a cute but sad-looking ball.

"Think I'm alright now darlin'. Learned my lesson."

Every Halloween after that you only buy him a small bag, and even then he only eats one or two pieces.

Vincent Sinclair

You had spent the day carving a wax jack-o-lantern to fill with candy.

Vincent had been busy all day inside the museum so you left it on his workbench.

He thought it was the sweetest thing ever as he helped himself to a candy bar.

He proudly displays your creation, making sure it is kept in his room, so nothing would happen to it.

He in turn carves you a small bat and goes in search of you.

He presents the bat, nodding as you squeal in delight.

He indulges you in watching Halloween movies as you split the candy, each of you going overboard.

You both end up with a tummy ache, as you lay on the couch together.

Bo laughs at both of your groans, only to yelp in disgust as one of you pukes onto the floor.

It's going to be a long night.

Bo Sinclair

You had made a bowl of candy, and displayed it in the kitchen table, thinking each of the brothers could help themselves as they went about their day.

Well, your kind gesture was immediately abused as Bo took the whole thing and headed for his shop.

He sat alone as he picked through it, eating all the types he liked first.

And only to be an ass, he ate the rest, a gleeful and childish expression on his face.

Everything went well as he returned home, it was only after dinner that his stomach started to ache.

He retired to bed early, groaning in pain as he pitied himself, his hands cradling his stomach.

You knocked to check on him, only for him to yell at you, waiting for you to leave before he groaned again, grabbing a waste basket to throw up in.

You scolded him the next morning, only for him to shockingly agree with you. A Halloween miracle.

"It was a dumb idea."

Michael Myers

You had brought a mega big bag of candy home, with the idea to pass it out.

The idea stopped short when you realized who you were living with now.

The bag remained on the counter, forgotten until you both sat down for a movie.

Michael surprisingly liked movies, and his ritual for them involved making popcorn.

You waited on the couch, surprised when he didn't return with popcorn but the bag of candy.

You watch as he opened it, helping himself to a piece.

His hand reached back into the bag before he handed you one. You weren't about to turn down this rare act so you indulged. Every time he grabbed himself one, he handed you one as well.

A contest it seems. You pulled your own weight until your stomach seized and the thought of one more sweet thing made you want to puke.

You waved him away as he offered the next piece.

Too much. No one should be able to eat that much, so you waited for him to stop as well.

You watched in a sort of awe-filled horror as he continued.

"You're going to get a stomach ache" you warned, your own gut feeling unwell as he continued.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him as he ate piece after piece and it was down to the last bits of candy now, the wrappers in a pile on the coffee table.

Your arms were crossed over your aching stomach as he bit down on the last piece, his body sitting back, relaxed as he placed his feet up on the table, wrappers flying everywhere. He looked perfectly content which disturbed you.

"How?" you asked him.

He turned to face you, his mask showing no emotion, but his shoulder raised and fell casually.

In utter confusion, you only manage to shake your head as you dealt with your stomach ache alone.

#halloween candy #slashers #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #michael myers #tummy ache

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gingersnaaps · 3 years

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at your window

hanahaki: the fictional disease where a person, afflicted by unrequited love, grows flowers in their lungs and stomach. unless the love is reciprocated, the disease will grow fatal. there's one workaround, though - one that issei matsukawa is very interested in: the plant can be physically removed.

wc: ~3.8k

tags/tw's(PLEASE PLEASE READ): n*fw, masturbation only(no sex), stalking, snuff, gore, blood, yandere!matsukawa, sorta necro(attraction but not sex), noncon filming, fem!reader but no mention of genitals

a/n: for @suedebunn's april showers collab // this is the most self-indulgent thing i've ever written and i spent way too long on it. it's supposed to lean towards horror?

i don't want minors interacting with my content

March 8th, 2013

[12:47 am]

The longer Issei sits outside your window, the harder it becomes to stop himself.

His face is pressed up against the dusty glass pane, peering inside at the outline of your sleeping body, and he finds that he can’t help but fixate on it. You look so peaceful, so tranquil, completely at rest as your mind flits between the shadowy realms that dreams inhabit.

He wonders what kind of wonderland you’re in right now - if it’s cotton-candy pink and delightful, just like you, or dark and hazy and spun with danger.

You’d look beautiful in any setting, he thinks, and finds his hand inadvertently drifting downwards.

His gaze rakes over the rise and fall of your chest, taking in the flashes of bare skin where your sheer nightgown rides up, his breath catching as his palm glides over his clothed cock. The friction feels so good - there’s no question that he wants this, needs this - and he wastes no time unzipping his pants and reaching in to free his dick. He doesn’t need to fantasize much, not when you’re mere feet away, instead making sure he sears every detail of your sleeping form into his mind: your fluttering eyelashes, your shallow breaths, the soft glow of your skin in the moonlight.

Issei quickens his pace, stroking up and down the shaft of his cock with purpose, thumb flicking over the slit. His breath huffs against the glass, clouding the surface until it’s dripping with condensation, but he still sees you as clear as day in his mind even as the real image of you blurs. You’re blissed out and relaxed, shoulders free of tension, your lips curving slightly into a smile.

He closes his eyes, rolling his head back as he works his cock, every single brush of his fingers leaving him twitching with sensitivity. You look like an angel, picture-perfect and frozen in time and consciousness, as if you were a framed picture or a museum exhibit preserved just for Issei to admire. Just for Issei. He lets out a quiet groan at the thought as he cums, his hips stuttering and cock jerking up.

You turn over fitfully in your sleep.

Looking down at the cum dripping off his fingers, he wants nothing more than to crawl in through your window and wipe it on your face. It’s an unmistakable mark of ownership, a sign that you belong to him alone, but he hesitates. He’s a bit of a shy guy, you see.

He can wait.

March 14th, 2013

[10:01 pm]

He has to conceal himself a bit better tonight than he would on his normal visits. This time, he’s a bit early, and you’re still awake.

His back is up against the siding of your house, right beside your window, but he can still see you in the periphery of his vision. You’re sitting at your desk, bathed in the warm light of your desk lamp, hunched over some math worksheet and scribbling furiously with the pencil in your hand.

Forget the moon; you glow even prettier as the world around you fades to dark.

Just like every other night, he takes in every detail meticulously. Your hair is messier than it was the previous day - maybe you hadn’t washed it in a while? He doesn’t mind, because it’s endearing when you’re messy and imperfect, barefaced in your pajamas, a little rough around the edges.

He thinks it’s similar to the way you’d look after being fucked stupid, if he closed his eyes and tried to picture you being ruined.

Issei tries very hard to ignore the way his cock strains in his pants at the thought.

March 23, 2013

[11:30 pm]

The mild spring breeze carries the sweet scent of fresh blossoms and green grass, leaving behind the wintry chill that he had to shiver through each night to be at your side - well, as close by your side as he could get.

These little visits have become a part of his life now, as ingrained as waking up in the morning or eating three times a day. It’s comforting for him to watch you from his spot outside your window each night, admiring you as you go about your nighttime routine, puttering from your desk to your bathroom to your bedroom.

He’s started to take some pictures, maybe even a shaky, pixelated video or two, just to tide him over when he’s alone by himself. They’re no replacement for the real thing, obviously, but it’s enough for him to be able to carry around a reminder of the way you look and sound all the time, even if it’s just a shadow of what you’re like in person. He’ll scroll through his camera roll, fingers trembling with excitement, hissing as he brings his hand down to stroke at his cock.

It’s always better in person, though. He sees you more clearly, hears the sound of your voice muffled through the walls, and most of all, he’s closer to you.

Issei likes to make it last, likes to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, so he always starts off with slow, gentle, pumps, gliding up and down his cock with his index finger and thumb curled into a circle. It’s honestly a miracle how you haven’t noticed yet, because he always tends to lose himself after he starts.

Face pressed close against the window in order to get the best view possible, his warm huffs of breath cloud up the cold glass as he strokes himself faster. His eyes rolling back into his head, his two digits of measured stimulation give way quickly to full, hard, pumps of his cock until soft moans start to spill from his mouth.

It’s hard to resist when you’re right there.

Tonight, you’re sprawled out on your bed, phone held above your face as you chat with your friend on video call. You’re shaking with laughter at some silly joke your friend’s telling, head thrown back and chin tilted upwards, face shining with joy, and he suddenly feels a warm, warm feeling of arousal course through him.

Seeing you happy turns him on, makes his cock so hard even though he just came minutes prior.

The sound of your voice carries through the walls, carefree and bright, chattering on and on about some assignment - or maybe it’s a complaint about the teacher, he’s not too sure - and he smiles contentedly at your silly little worries. Too cute, really.

You suddenly cough.

It’s an ugly sound, dry and strangled, and he cringes at the way your body tenses up and shakes. The coughing fit feels far longer than it actually is; every second of your hacking and wheezing is compounded by the panic gripping him. He watches, helpless, as your face turns ashen and grey, his heart seizing with dread and pounding in his chest.

It’s over as quickly as it begins.

You smile weakly, brushing it off as you apologize to your friend, but he can’t shake the uneasy feeling that settles at the pit of his stomach. He tugs up his pants, bare thighs and dick feeling awfully exposed in the night wind, and scurries back home. Maybe another night, then.

April 1st, 2013

[12:09 am]

You’re not in your room today.

Issei leans his head against the cold glass of your windowpane, hands shoved into his jacket, his mind clouding at the edges and overrun with possibilities. He doesn’t recall seeing you making plans with friends the previous night, and there’s not much you could be really doing right now - you have no boyfriend, no plans that he knows of, no real reason to just be gone.

He’s always thought of himself as a calm person. He doesn’t fall victim to temporary urges and flights of emotion the same way that Oikawa or Iwaizumi might, doesn’t do anything reckless on whims he knows will disappear just hours later.

But there’s just something about you that always makes him lose himself, isn’t there?

The window is fogged up with condensation, obscuring his view inside your room. He reaches out the sleeve of his jacket, wiping away the dew clinging to the surface, and squints as he tries to make out the scene in the dim lighting.

On the floor, awash in a pool of moonlight, lies a yellow flower petal spattered with blood.

April 4th, 2013

[4:46 am]

Issei’s not stupid.

He knows what the flower petal means, knows what your sickness means. He’s read about it in books, heard the tales from his parents friends, the whispered legends and hushed myths that make one thing clear:

You belong to someone else.

It’s a thought that fills him with revulsion. You already have Issei; is he not enough for you? Are you such a whore that his devotion falls short of what you’re so clearly greedy for?

He’s stopped restricting himself to just his nightly visits. They’re not enough, not when he can’t seem to go five minutes without his thoughts inevitably drifting to you - you in your fluttery, sheer nightgown, lying in your bed, your frame growing sicker and frailer as the blood drains from your cheeks and your coughing fits grow more frequent.

You can hide it from the prying eyes of your friends at school, from your teachers, even from your parents(as long as you make sure to roll your eyes a few times and lean into that murky, illusory persona of teenage angst), but here in your bedroom, your sanctuary, all your vulnerabilities crawl out and bubble to the surface, bared to your four off-white walls and his eyes only.

You can’t hide this from Issei; not the symptoms, and certainly not the disease.

He sets his alarm every day early enough to hear the nighttime croaking of frogs, the shrill, insistent chirping of cicadas, hours before the sky bleeds daylight, making his way over to your house. He stands outside, silent, his fingers pressed up against the window.

He doesn’t know why he goes anymore. You look ugly when you’re sick. Your healthy complexion has given way to grey, and his dick goes limp every time he tries to jerk himself off. It’s a reminder of the fact that he can’t ever have you the way he used to dream about: lively, healthy, and wholly devoted to him and him alone.

At this point, the pictures and videos of you are the only thing he has left, a pitiful reminder of everything you used to be. He has no use for those other girls from porn sites online, or even the scantily clad social media posts of his classmates. Issei only wants you, but you aren’t quite who you used to be, and every time he trudges home after staring through that stupid window, there’s always a bitter aftertaste in his mouth that makes his blood curdle.

It’s not that he’s jealous, exactly. He doesn’t really give a fuck who you’re pining after, because it’s you he cares about. He wants to own you, to possess your body, mind, and soul, wants you to end up at his side one day, acknowledging him with tears brimming in your lovely eyes, voice raw and hoarse as you chant thank you Issei, thank you, thank you for watching over me, Issei, i’m yours, Issei, i love you, Issei

Maybe it’s no wonder he can’t stop thinking about you.

April 19th, 2013

[11:52 pm]

He finds you passed out on the floor, surrounded by crumpled piles of faded carnation petals. They’re a sickly yellow, browning at the edges, tinged with blood and vomit and spit. It’s a scene straight out of a movie, illuminated by the waning moon, the cold, pale, uneven light casting shadows that dance across your body.

April 24th, 2013

[2:03 am]

Issei is nothing if not a practical man. If there’s a problem, he’s going to fix it.

He’s had enough of waiting, anyway.

April 25th, 2013

[12:00 am]

He’s never actually been inside your room before. It’s eerily quiet, save for your shallow, rapid breaths, all outside noises absorbed by the walls and curtains. It almost feels like he’s dreaming as he makes his way over to your bedside, his shadow stretching and bending in the distorted light like those funhouse mirror reflections.

Your lips are parted slightly, mouth agape as if in waiting, and he can’t help but run a finger along your cracked, ashen lips.

Issei shivers.

He’s never been quite so close to you before. It’s almost anticlimactic, the way he ends up at your side. He won’t lie; he had been hoping for a different ending, one with more sunshine and roses, one where you’d be smiling happily by his side as he tenderly holds your hand.

But he can’t change the way things are, and he’s more than willing to make the best of what he’s got.

He doesn’t have any surgical tools that might’ve been more fitting, but he supposes a kitchen knife - one he’d sharpened just yesterday - should work well enough. He runs a finger along the back of the gleaming metal, admiring the way it glints, brilliant and blinding, even in the midst of the dim room.

The old, worn, bed creaks beneath him as he climbs carefully on top of you, straddling your torso, taking care not to place too much pressure on your body. He reaches out to caress your face, brushing a loose strand of hair aside as he appraises you. In sickness, you were nowhere near as beautiful as you were before, but your proximity almost makes up for it; Issei can feel your heart thrumming beneath your skin, can feel the huff of your breath on his hand as your chest rises and falls.

He almost regrets having to do this.

Bringing the blade up to your chest, he begins to cut through your paper-thin nightgown. As the fabric rips, it falls to either side to reveal your chest, and his breath catches. The soft curve of your tits are stained with red, little green buds of growth peeking out from your chest and between your ribs. Blood blooms across your skin, thorns and stems pricking out from the smooth surface of your skin, standing out in stark relief as the sick, twisted, unnatural growth threatens to burst out of your body.

He flutters his fingers along your delicate skin, trailing gentle touches down your stomach, completely absorbed in the way you look and feel.

So absorbed, in fact, that he almost doesn’t notice the way you tense, eyes blinking awake, as pain lances through your body.

Issei’s quick, though - far quicker than you, at least, and by the time you open your mouth to scream, fear catching in your throat, he shoves a large hand over your mouth to muffle any of the unpleasant noises that threaten to spill out.

“Shh,” he whispers, voice hoarse and foreign in his own chest. He’s not used to speaking to you. “If you don’t hold still, it’s going to hurt even more.”

You freeze in terror at the implications of his words, eyes catching on the blade pointed at your chest. There’s a sudden urge to lash out, to fight back - but it quickly passes. You’re not stupid.

You know that he’s far stronger than you, far faster, and as his calm, remorseless gaze latches onto your body, you realize very quickly that any resistance would be futile.

He begins his work as soon as he feels you go limp beneath him. You’re still trembling slightly, shivering from both the fear and the cold, completely exposed, completely at his mercy. You’re still not sure who he is; maybe you’ve caught a glimpse or two of him in your classes in the past, but for the most part, he’s still a complete stranger.

Issei, on the other hand, knows you very well.

As the knife slips beneath your soft flesh, your bed quickly turns into a sea of scarlet, of vermilion and ruby, of wine-red blood that grows from a trickle to a stream to a rushing, spurting mess that stains your sheets and spills onto the floor. He can feel the spatters of your blood on his face, his clothes, can see the periphery of his vision growing red as the blank, white walls turn crimson.

He finds it’s a bit difficult to hold himself back.

Cutting you up feels like catharsis to him. He’s never seen you quite like this before, but he thinks this version of you looks very pretty, your eyes rolling back into your head, your chest shaking uncontrollably as he rips his knife through your flesh over and over again. A small, barely audible whimper slips from your lips, and he feels a shuddering mix of pleasure and revulsion wash over him.

The stark white of your bone peeks through the ripped, bloody mess. Perhaps he’s finally gone far enough.

There’s no slit or hole for him to find - he wasn’t quite so careful - but he reaches a hand in to dig around at what used to be your stomach, and begins to pull out the flowers from the roots. They’ve spread to your lungs, climbed almost all the way up your throat, the green stems and yellow flowers twisting and threading between your organs and ribs. He removes them one by one, meticulous and careful, tossing them aside as he searches and prods and kills every last trace of your disease.

The lungs are by far the hardest for him, the branches of tissue packed densely with blood vessels and capillaries, and he has to pry the clusters apart to remove the growth that’s embedded itself within the organ.

If you think about it, he’s really doing you a favor.

A wave of relief courses through him when he’s finally finished. It’s unfortunate that it had to end this way, with your face screwed permanently into that pained, tortured expression, but it’s nothing he can’t fix - he brings a bloody finger up and adjusts your features until they resemble something slightly more pleasant.

There’s no heartbeat anymore, he realizes, no rhythm thrumming and pulsing beneath your skin.

He climbs off of you awkwardly, swinging his legs back over the bed. The quilt, pooled around your ankles, is still remarkably clean considering what the rest of the room had been through, and he pulls the soft, white cover over your mangled body until it comes up to your chin.

If he moves backwards a little and squints, it’s almost like you’re still asleep.

And if he tries really hard, uses his imagination to fill in the gaps and blot out the unnecessary bits, the blood smeared on your cheeks and lips almost seems like makeup, covering up that ugly, ashen complexion from your sickness, like a rosy imitation of what he used to find so beautiful.

Maybe it’s all in his mind, but he thinks you really do look better dead than sick.

He knows it’s not right.

He knows he shouldn’t.

He also can’t quite bring himself to care.

Cursing softly under his breath, he hand wanders until it finds the growing outline of the bulge in his pants. It feels so good to do it right in front of you, especially when you look better than he’d seen you in weeks(as long as he sort of squints), and he shudders with pleasure as he palms his cock slowly.

He usually likes to hold back a little, but there’s really no point this time - it’s the last time he’ll ever be this close to you, so he might as well make the best of it, right?

His cock is rock hard and dripping with precum by now, straining with arousal against the pressure of his fist, gliding and stroking along his curved, thick length until he begins to feel that warm heat coiling in his stomach. He kind of wishes that you were still alive to see him jerking off to your perfect face, pumping his cock desperately as he fixates on the fake blush of your skin. It’s almost exactly how you look before you fell sick - minus the gore splattered on your sheets, of course - as long as he pretends that you’re still breathing, that your pulse is still thrumming steadily beneath those soft, white quilts.

He fists his cock a bit faster, rhythm increasing as he feels his balls growing heavier, his dick flushed and desperate for release. Although he’s sad that you’d never be able to fully participate, he supposes it’s for the best.

Better dead than hung up on someone else, right?

As he turns his gaze back onto the flowers he’d ripped out from your chest cavity, he feels a perverse burst of pleasure coursing through him. He can’t help but feel proud of the way he’s made everything right, how he’d gotten rid of that annoying little crush you’d been harboring for weeks. If he closes his eyes, he can almost see the way you’re thanking him from the afterlife, tears of gratitude and joy in your eyes at the freedom he’s finally given you.

Issei finishes with a low, pleasured, groan, his cum spilling into his waiting hand as he strokes himself through his orgasm. It’s one of the strongest orgasms he’s had in quite some time, and he can’t help but think it’s the commemoration you deserve.

As the blood rushing in his eardrums slows, the hazy, uncertain world around him seems to stop spinning, and he feels himself being pulled back down from his high. If he strains his senses, he can hear the nighttime din through your walls, quiet and ever-present. He looks outside, the streetlamps flickering dimly, staring off into the inky stillness of the star-lit night.

Funny that he’s finally on the other side of your window.

Maybe he should leave you one last present.

April 26th, 2013

[9:00 am]

When they find you in your bed the next morning, your mother screams and your father cries.

They never saw it coming, did they? You were a good girl, someone who always did what they were supposed to do, said what others told them to say, acted exactly how they expected you to. Never got yourself into the slightest hint of trouble.

It’s a horrific scene: their precious daughter, limbs mangled and organs torn up, stomach and chest cut wide open as if straight from a horror movie. The room seems to swirl with hostility, and the four walls, once your sanctuary, had turned into an image of brutal, bloody, violence - with your body as the centerpiece.

It’s not until they step closer that they realize the dried, white, glaze on your face is cum.

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