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Back Home - Captain Price x Trans! Male Reader (NSFW)

Description: John Price's boyfriend returns home from a mission so he bends him over his desk as a welcome home present

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, Slight Overstimulation, pet names

Names Used: Sweet boy, love, brat. No use of Y/N

Word count: 5.5k

Note: We're just gonna call this series "John Price and his boyfriend" cause now there is lore and backstory on how reader and Price met so-

NSFW Under the Cut!

“We’re closing!” The younger woman behind the bar called out to him, her face pinched in annoyance as he continued into the bar, not paying her any mind. It was clear that she was still new, she didn’t know him yet. “Hey, I said we’re closing!”

He turned to her with wide eyes, surprise written across his face. He hadn’t realized fully that she was talking to him, he’d assumed that she was calling out to someone in the bar but, now that he looked around, he could see that wasn’t the case. He was the only other person in the area. He shifted suddenly, readjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder, the one with all of his things that would need to be washed and cleaned before he got called out again. His mask especially was going to need some TLC. “Oh,” he started slowly, “I’m sorry, I’m-”

She cut him off, “I can’t give you any drinks or food. The chefs left an hour ago and you missed last call. We’re closing.” She stared at him for a moment, he stared back. Finally, she tilted her head toward the door, annoyance clear on her face, “Please leave.”

He shuffled nervously again. He hated when new hires came in because it was always like this. They never knew before he got there and, though they were just trying to do their jobs, it always ended up with him feeling more awkward than he would have liked. It was never his luck to meet them on a regular night, it always seemed to coincide with when he would return from a mission, or just arrive at the bar late. He opened his mouth to speak, nerves chewing at him, they never believed him when he told them.

Luckily for him, some god seemed to be smiling down on him that day as the other bartender, the one who did know him, came out from the back. The man gave him a big smile, “Hey! You’re back, welcome back dude!”

The girl looked back and forth between them for a moment before asking, “You know him?”

“Yeah,” the man turned, pulling a glass down from one of the higher shelves. He started to mix together a drink, a little tradition that he’d started for any time that he returned from a mission. “I forgot you’ve not met him yet, this is the boss's boyfriend.”

He approached the bar slowly, noting the way that the woman’s mouth dropped open slightly and her head tilted to face him. He took the offered drink from the other bartender with a small smile and a nod of his head. “I didn’t know John was dating someone,” the woman spoke quietly, “Sorry man, if I’d known-”

He waved her off quickly, “Don’t worry, it happens with pretty much everyone new at one point or another.” He smiled into his drink taking another sip before asking, “Is he in his office?”

“Yeah, man,” the male bartender leaned against the counter, “We’re about to head out, if you’d let him know we’re finished up I’d be grateful.”

He pushed himself away from the bar with a chuckle, “Have a good night.” He gave the two people a slight wave before trekking his way toward the back of the bar, his drink still in hand. He didn’t bother knocking on the door of Price’s office, instead, he just pushed it open, standing in the doorway with a small smile as he watched the other man. Price was focused on one of the papers on his desk, writing something out in a quick flurry. He was a sight for sore eyes to the other man.

After weeks of being out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by his brothers, dad, and teammates, the sight of his boyfriend was a welcome thing for him. He didn’t move until Price spotted him. The other man had turned to try and grab something, only to catch sight of him and do a quick double take as he realized just who was standing in the doorway to the room. A grin split across Price’s face and he couldn’t help but give a smile back.

He crossed the room in several quick strides, abandoning his drink on the bookshelf by the door and dropping his duffel along the way so that he could sling his arms around Price’s shoulders and dip down to press their lips together. He gave a sigh at the feeling of the other’s mouth molding against his. This was what he’d missed more than anything during the mission. This feeling, the other’s mouth against his, Price’s hand in his hair gripping tightly to tug him further down.

Price dominated his mouth, even from his relaxed position in his office chair, even when he had to tug him down to press their lips together. Price’s tongue quickly found its way inside his mouth, just enough that he could open his mouth against his lips, giving him quick nips to his bottom lip and pulling a low whine from him. Price was being rough with his kisses, which he knew meant one thing and one thing only.

After a moment, Price pulled away. He slowly unwinded his hands from his boyfriend’s hair, allowing him to stand up fully. His hands moved down to rub up and down the backs of his thighs, just skating over the beginning curve of his ass before moving back down. He gave a playful hum before tugging the man closer, “How was the mission, love?”

One of his hands landed solidly on Price’s shoulder, the other moved up to lovingly stroke through his hair, “Tiring,” He spoke lowly, “boring. I’m glad to be home.”

Price’s hands continued exploring, moving up and over his ass with a quick squeeze that pulled a gasp from his lips. They dipped under his shirt then, feeling along the skin. “I’m glad you’re home too,” Price muttered to him lowly. He’d dropped his voice into that low purr, the one that had his heart beating faster and his legs shaking beneath him. He was really in for it, it seemed. Those hands moved around the front of his chest, stroking his skin carefully as they moved down further and further until Price could slip his fingers in at the waistband of his pants.

“You,” He took a careful breath in as Price looked up at him, clear desire in the other man’s eyes, “You just want to get me into a bed,” he accused.

“No,” Price scoffed. His hands moved over and started to undo the button at the top of his pants, “Right here is just fine, we don’t need a bed.” With that, he surged up from his seat, knocking his lips against the other man’s in a fiery kiss.

The kiss was a searing quick thing, knocking their teeth together with the force in which they connected. Price was quick to lick into his mouth, sucking at his tongue and giving tempting little nips to his bottom lip. He tugged on Price’s hair, a desperate whine leaving his lips as the other man pressed him back against the desk behind him, grinding their lower halves together temptingly.

Price gave a slow roll of his hips, pulling a desperate gasp from his boyfriend. He could feel the other man’s cock pressing against him through their clothes. A flood of warmth worked its way through his veins at the feeling. His face flushed red and he could do nothing but accept Price’s hands skating across his hips and his cock rutting up against his thigh.

Their kisses grew sloppier, spit slicking their lips as they tried to press closer and closer to one another. Price raised a hand to grab tight to his hair, tugging his boyfriend's head back so that he could press into him harder, fully taking control of the kiss. He broke off after a moment, one last nip given to the other’s lip before he began trailing searing kisses down his throat. Price gave a hum as the man pressed against him gave low moans at the feeling, mumbling out his name, “Fuck, John.”

Price kicked his feet apart then, slotting a thigh between his legs as his mouth left bruises on his skin. Price yanked his hips down roughly, forcing his core to rut against the strong thigh between his legs. The seam of his pants caught on his clit with delicious friction, pulling a startled gasp from him at the move. Price dragged him down again, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he listened to him moan at the move. He was getting wetter, his boxers damp with his own slick as Price encouraged him to ride his thigh.

With every drag across Price’s thigh, there was a searing friction to his clit. Delicious steady pleasure began to flow through him, drawn out by the man in front of him. On one particular roll of his hips, Price jolted his leg forward, making the feeling much more intense and overwhelming than what had been pressed against him previously. His hips stuttered at the feeling, and the low moan that was pulled from his lips was quickly swallowed as Price shoved their mouths back together, his hands dipping low to force their way under his shirt.

“Let’s take this off,” Price growled against his lips. He had no choice but to listen, separating from the man in front of him just enough that he could sling his shirt off, tossing it to one of the corners of the small office area. Immediately Price’s mouth was on the exposed skin.

He tilted his head back, “Please,” he whimpered as Price’s tongue and teeth began to drag over his collarbone, marking the skin of his chest carefully. Price paid him no mind, his hands joining his mouth’s exploration across the exposed skin while his thigh continued providing merciless pressure against his clothed cunt.

His mouth traced down further and further, kissing along the scars on his chest before finally latching around one of his nipples, giving quick licks and nips to the little nub. His boyfriend reacted with a harsh gasp, his nails digging into Price’s shoulders as he tried to pull him closer. Steady little desperate gasps pulled from his throat as Price brought his other hand up to brush across his other nipple teasingly. It was like the pleasure of the feeling was preventing him from taking in a proper breath.

Finally, after several moments, Price pulled back. He was quick to pull his own shirt off, tossing it away with his boyfriend’s before slamming their mouth’s back together. His boyfriend was quick to take advantage of the situation, feeling across Price’s chest with deliberate movements. He let his palms brush across the other man’s pecs, his nails just grazing over his nipples to pull a curse from the other man’s lips. “Fuck,” Price’s hands darted down, finding the button to his pants and quickly undoing them.

He refused to separate his lips from Price’s, chasing after the other man and pulling him back any time he tried to move away. Open-mouthed kisses were exchanged between them, their movements sloppy as their minds focused on other things, like the way that Price was tugging at the top of his pants, yanking them down bit by bit. “God, fucking things,” Price cursed against their mouth, “fucking hate these, so hard to get off of you.”

His boyfriend gave a laugh against his lips, pulling back for a moment before teasing, “You’d probably prefer it if I didn’t wear pants at all.” He pressed closer to Price, making it even harder for the other man to get his pants and boxers down his thighs, “You just want me wet and ready for you all the time.”

Price gave a groan against his mouth, his eyes rolling back just slightly at the idea before his hands suddenly moved to grip the back of his boyfriend’s thighs. “Fuck it,” he growled out, annoyance clear in his voice. With that, he used his grip on his boyfriend’s thighs to tilt him back, roughly slamming his back onto the flat of his desk. From there he grabbed tight to the tops of his boyfriend’s jeans and yanked, pulling the man further down the desk with the movement.

Price was rough with it as he pulled the other man’s shoes off, letting them fall to the ground with little care before finally, he was able to yank his boyfriend’s pants and boxers from his legs and toss them across the room where they wouldn’t cause him any more trouble.

Price’s hands stroked carefully across his boyfriend’s naked thighs, his eyes raking across his skin hungrily. His boyfriend was flushed red from his face down to his chest that was rising and falling rapidly. Price was never one to deny himself a want, especially with the pliant man beneath him, so he didn’t resist the urge to dart down and begin trailing his tongue across the heated skin.

He started at his neck, tracing over his previous marks with additional nips and soothing little licks from his tongue. From there he began moving down, following the flow of red with a grin on his lips as the man beneath him moaned out his name. He stopped to give a bit more attention to his nipples, his hands pinning the other’s hips to the desk as he tried to squirm against the pleasure.

“John,” he moaned under him, his head tilted back as his hands grabbed at the other’s shoulders, trying to move him closer. His thighs felt slick from the other man’s attentions and Price hadn’t even fully touched him yet. The other man knew how to tease him just right, just enough to drive him up the wall. “Please,” he tried to rut his hips again, desperate for some sort of stimulation to his aching cunt, Price only tightened his grip, “Please, fuck, I need you.”

“Do you?” Price gave a low chuckle against his skin, his mouth finally moving away from his nipples to trace lower, slowly marking a path down toward where he wanted him most. “How do you want me, hmm?”

His boyfriend whined, throwing an arm over his eyes as Price went lower, his hands grabbing at his thighs to spread his legs. His lips moved to press kisses to his knees before beginning a slow trail down his thighs. He came close to his cunt, enough that he could feel Price’s breath on him, making his boyfriend clench down around nothing, but he didn’t connect, only pressed slow kisses to the other’s inner thighs. “Please,” he begged, “anything, anyway. However you want me, John, please!”

He could feel Price grin against his skin, “That’s what I like to hear, love.” With that, the man pulled back, his focus now completely on the sight of his boyfriend’s wet cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered. One of his hands moved down, just stroking over his boyfriend’s slit, collecting some of the wetness there to spread along his fingers. His boyfriend jerked up into the movement, an embarrassed noise leaving his throat as Price examined his fingers with a grin, “All this for me?” He gave a low chuckle, “Fucking perfect.”

With that he dived down, laving his tongue across his boyfriend’s cunt with one harsh move. Pleasure jerked through the other man’s system, his head banging back against the desk as his hand rushed down to grab tight to Price’s hair, trying to tug him closer. “John,” he called breathily, “Please, don’t tea-” A moan pulled from his throat as Price pressed fully against him, attacking his cunt with that clever tongue.

Price’s beard rubbed deliciously against his thighs as the man gave several quick flicks of his tongue over the other’s clit, pulling sharp punched-out groans from the man beneath him. He wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend’s thighs, preventing his legs from closing around his head as he set himself to work licking and teasing his boyfriend’s clit.

He moved his tongue in short tight little circles, occasionally stopping to wrap his lips around the other man and give a harsh suck that had his boyfriend’s back arching up from the desk. Price used his grip on his thighs to pull him closer, wet noises filling the air as he brought one of his hands over to tease at his boyfriend’s cunt. His arm pinned the leg he wasn’t holding down as his fingers stroked lightly over the other man’s entrance, pulling desperate whines from his mouth.

He felt completely overwhelmed with the pleasure that Price was pulling from him. With every flick of his tongue, a new pang hit him. It pooled in his gut and fogged his mind, keeping him focused on the feel of the mouth against his cunt, the fingers teasing their way inside of him, and the hand gripping tight to his thigh. He was weak against the other man, unable to do anything but take the continuous abuse to his clit.

Price teased the tip of his finger in and out of his cunt, a pleased hum leaving his lips as the man below him began to beg, desperate for something more than what he was being given. “Please, John! Fuck me, you feel so good, you’re so fucking good at this,” his words devolved into a groan as Price gave another harsh suck to his clit.

Finally, one of Price’s fingers pressed inside of him, moving in slowly until he was pressed down to the knuckle. He kept his finger there for a moment, just letting it sit inside of his squirming boyfriend as he continued giving steady sucks against his clit. It was clear that he was enjoying the increasingly desperate sounds coming from the man below him. Luckily, he wasn’t in the mood to wait long, his own aching cock begging for him to finally take the other man.

Price curled his finger inside of him, delighting in the high-pitched moan that escaped his boyfriend as he pressed deliciously against his walls. He began to slowly fuck his finger in and out of the other man, moaning at the feeling of the other’s wetness forming a sweet slide for him. “Fuck, so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” His boyfriend answered with a weak groan, “Yes, for you, John. God, please.”

Price chucked against him, his tongue dipping down to join his finger, sliding in beside the slowly moving digit so that he could lap at the slickness that formed there. He slowly began working another finger inside the other man, giving a content little sigh as he finally pushed two fingers inside.

The sensation of both Price’s finger and tongue inside of him was enough to have him bucking his hips again, trying to ride the other man’s fingers and tongue. The movement caused Price’s nose to rub against his clit, the sensation of that and the man inside of him was almost too much and he could feel his legs beginning to shake as he repeated the movement. “That’s it, baby,” Price moaned against his cunt, his fingers beginning to move quicker and twisting cruelly.

Pleasure flowed through his body, filling his veins with warmth and slowly building higher and higher in him as Price continued his movements. His legs shook in the man’s hold and his hands in the other’s hair tightened, using his grip to pull the man closer and closer to him. Price was so good at this, his fingers making a scissoring motion inside of him, stretching him open as his tongue lapped at him with a steady pace.

The man’s nose brushed against his clit again and he knew it wasn’t going to take much more for him to finish. “Fuck, fuck,” his voice came out in weak pants, “John, please, so close baby.” Price hummed against him, his fingers continuing their movement as he traced his mouth up to begin flicking over his clit again harshly.

The move was quick to drive him over the edge, his hands tightening in Price’s hair as his mind seemed to fizzle out, pleasure flooding his system and attacking him in quick bursts as Price continued to flick over his clit. He could do nothing but ride the wave of pleasure that overtook him, babbling out Price’s name as he did.

The smooth flick of pleasure quickly became too much for him, overwhelming as Price continued attacking his cunt and pushed him toward overstimulation. “John, wait, wait, wait,” he gave a choked-out moan as Price sucked on his clit again. The man didn’t seem to have any intentions of stopping, which meant that if he didn’t want to spend the rest of the night pinned to the man’s desk until he was begging him to stop, he was going to need to make a very good case for himself. “Please,” he begged, squirming in Price’s grip, “Please, John, need your cock so bad. Fuck, want you to,” he cut himself off with a moan as Price’s grip increased, “Please, need you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Price gave a harsh slap to his thigh, still attacking his clit with his tongue. He was terribly hard in his pants, his own cock pressing uncomfortably against the fabric and aching with interest at his boyfriend’s words. “Want me to fill you up, sweet boy? Fuck another one out of you?”

“God, yes,” his boyfriend moaned at the thought, his body still shaking even as Price finally pulled away from him, slowly removing his fingers from his cunt and giving one last good suck to his clit before standing up fully. He watched Price with desperate eyes, his breathing heavy from the pleasure that struck him only moment’s ago.

Price stepped away from him, quickly undoing his pants and shoving them down just enough that he could pull his cock out. He gave himself several slow strokes, tilting his head back with a pleasured sigh as he finally soothed the near-painful arousal that had been drawn from him. His boyfriend was quick to sit up from the desk and bat his hand away, replacing it with his own.

He moved slowly, twisting his wrist and giving several slow tight strokes over the other man. He bit his lip at the sight, admiring the desperate pants that began escaping Price’s mouth as he let his thumb run over the tip of the other man’s cock. He slowly moved off of the desk, fully prepared to drop to his knees in front of the other man and let him fuck his throat.

Price didn’t let him though and, instead, he roughly grabbed his arm and turned him around, slamming him down so that his face was pressed roughly to the wood of the desk. He felt heat rush through him at how rough the other was. “John,” he gave a whine, “Please.”

“You can suck me off later,” Price leaned down so that his chest was pressed tightly to his back and his mouth was just beside his ear, “For now, I want to fuck that tight cunt of yours. You want that, love?”

He nodded his head rapidly, wiggling his hips back to try and get closer to the man. Price gave a groan as his cock pressed tight to the curve of the other man’s ass. “Brat,” Price chided quickly. He clearly wasn’t actually mad at him as soon he was standing back to his full height, one of his hands pressed to the small of his boyfriend’s back as his other guided his cock to his cunt.

He took his time, rutting the length of his cock against the other’s slit for several moments, the tip of his dick occasionally brushing along his boyfriend’s clit to pull a shaky gasp from his lips. After several moments he guided himself to just slip inside of his boyfriend, only allowing a small part of his cock to enter the other man. He sat there for several moments, enjoying the way that the other man squirmed and whined against him.

Finally, after several moments, he slowly began sinking into his boyfriend’s cunt, his head falling forward with a gasp as the tight wet heat enveloped his aching cock. In no time, he bottomed out, his front pressed firmly against his partner’s ass as they moaned out for him, the flush of their face trailing down their back as well. Price traced the sight with his fingers, a pleased moan leaving his lips as he felt the other man flutter around him.

“Move, please please please, John,” he moaned out for him, the feeling of the other man filling him up was so good, the stretch a delicious thing, but he needed more. He wanted to feel the other man fucking into him exactly like he knew he wanted to.

Price grabbed tight to his hips, “Beg some more, love.” He gave a shallow thrust of his hips, his hands tightening at the feeling. He didn’t move again though, he had too much control for that, too much control to not get what he wanted from this situation.

“John,” his boyfriend babbled out, his face twisted up with need, “Please fuck me!” He gave another moan as he buried his face into his hands, embarrassment running through him as he continued, “Please I need it, need to be fucked. I need you to fill me up, oh god, want to feel you cum inside me!”

Price gave something similar to a snarl at those words and, before his boyfriend could prepare himself, he was setting a rough pace, pulling back to fuck into him with harsh quick thrusts. Price tugged his hips back to meet his thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper with every move. His boyfriend could do nothing but grab tight to the desk and take what the other man was giving to him, his face pressed into the cool wood as the sound of skin slapping skin rang out around the room.

Price moved to drape himself across his boyfriend’s back then, removing his hands from the man’s hips in favor of wrapping one around his throat. He used his grip on the other’s throat to pull his face up from the desk, turning him just enough that he could press their mouths together in a filthy kiss. His other hand connected with one of his boyfriend’s landing on top of his hand to lace their fingers together in a move that was startlingly soft in comparison to his harsh movements.

The sounds of their moans mixed together, swallowed by the other’s lips as they enjoyed one another, wringing pleasure from the other’s body with every move. The desk rattled dangerously under the strength of Price’s thrusts, items falling to the floor with every move. Neither of them paid it any mind, too focused on the other.

“John,” he muttered against Price’s lips, he pulled away from the other man with a gasp as Price hit that spot inside of him that had him seeing stars. He could do nothing but say the other’s name as Price readjusted and moved to hit that spot with every thrust of his hips, forcing him to clench tight around him as pleasure began building inside of him, threatening to topple over ever so quickly. Price had done a number on him earlier and it was clear that he was still feeling the aftershocks of that.

“That’s it, love,” Price practically purred in his ear. His own voice was clearly strained, sweat slicking between their bodies from the effort, “That’s it, fuck, you take me so well.” He tilted his head back with a groan, his pace growing more frantic. It was clear that he was building to that edge, every slide of his cock inside of his boyfriend pulling a desperate gasp from him.

“Please,” His boyfriend cried out. He was so close, he was right there on the edge, right there on the edge of too much and yet not enough. Price could tell, he knew from the way his legs were shaking and his cunt was fluttering around him deliciously. His hand around the other’s neck moved away, trailing down his body until he could press two of his fingers against his clit, rubbing tight circles against him.

He came with a cry of the other’s name, his face falling forward against the desk as he jerked uselessly against the other man who was still pounding into him at a quick pace. He was overwhelmed in the best way possible, his mind blank and his vision whiting out around the edges as he was worked deliciously through the pleasure.

Price continued to fuck into him, his own thrusts growing more and more sloppy as the feelings of pleasure curled into his gut, warming his skin. He buried his face into his boyfriend's shoulder, mouthing at the skin there as his moans grew more and more desperate, more and more wild. With the feeling of his boyfriend still fluttering and clenching around him as overstimulation began to drive at him, it wasn’t long until Price was giving several stuttered thrusts before burying himself deep inside of the other man, spilling into his waiting cunt.

They stayed like that for several moments, pressed against each other on the desk, cum dripping from between them to begin slipping down their thighs. Price gave several slow kisses along his boyfriend’s shoulder, one of his hands softly running up and down his thigh as the other stayed laced together with his own. “I missed you,” Price muttered into his skin, his voice soft. “I love you,” he pressed a kiss to his neck, “So much, love.”

He hummed against the other man, his lack of sleep from the mission and their past activities making his eyes feel heavy, “Love you, missed you.” He paused for a few moments before muttering, “Fucking tired though.”

Price gave a rumbling laugh from behind him, “I can imagine.” He pressed another quick kiss to his shoulder before slowly beginning to draw back, both of them wincing at the too-much pleasure that panged through them at the move. After a moment Price was able to pull away fully. His boyfriend stayed leaning against the desk, listening to the sounds of the other moving around behind him, likely gathering their clothes.

Another few moments passed and he felt his eyes drooping, a haze slowly clouding his mind. That disappeared with a sudden press of something cold between his legs. He gave a hiss at the feeling, jerking away as the cold wet wipe cleaned up between his legs. “Sorry, love,” Price muttered to him. He finished in only a few moments before tossing the wipe into the small trashcan beside his desk.

He gently grabbed at his boyfriend hauling him up from the desk and holding him against his chest for a moment. “Get dressed for me?” He kept his voice soft and punctuated his words with a kiss to the man’s cheek. “I’ll take you home, you can nap in the car.”

“Hmm, a nap sounds wonderful,” he turned his head with a lazy grin, capturing Price’s lips in a short sweet kiss before carefully pushing away from the other man. His legs were a bit shaky and he stumbled forward. Price was quick to grab his arm, steadying him with a concerned glance. He waved him off, “I’m fine, you just fucked me a little too good.”

Price shook his head, a small smile on his face, “You’re ridiculous.” He turned to his chair, gathering up the clothes that he’d already gathered and handing them over to the man. “Get dressed, love.”

He did as he was told, slowly putting his clothes back on as Price moved around the room, picking up the things that had fallen from his desk and fully closing up the bar for the night. By the time he’d fully finished, his boyfriend was already long dressed. He’d collapsed into the man’s office chair and was dozing off when Price finally knelt in front of him, a small smile on his face as he shook his knee to wake him fully. “Time to leave?”

“Time to leave,” Price confirmed. His boyfriend gave a small playful cheer before pushing himself up from his chair. He made a point to grab his duffel as they headed to the door, though it was quickly snatched away from him by Price and slung over his shoulder instead. When he raised an eyebrow at the man, all he got in return was Price holding out his empty hand for him to take. He didn’t try to question the man any further.

He latched on to Price’s arm, leaning against the man with a satisfied smile on his face as they made their way through the empty bar and out into the cool air of the night. He felt warm and tired and, above all, an overwhelming sense of comfort. He was finally back with Price. Finally back home.

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uhhidkkenny · 8 months

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Complex.

Synopsis: Taking over your parents old apartment building didn’t seems so bad. It would definitely need some work to get it into shape but what about the “problem” tenant?

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem reader

Word Count :5,626

CW: smut, voyeurism?, sub/dom dynamics, pussy slapping, degrading, oral (m&f), use of daddy, spit kink, explicit language, creampie, dirty talk, let me know if I forgot anything.

Minors DNI

A/n~ first fic so please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome!🖤

Taking over your parents old apartment building was a lot to deal with. It was a small apartment building. It was only one story and it was inside like a hotel. It definitely had a couple of problems. From fixing up old units, finding some people who would keep up with the maintenance, marketing, getting a contractor to fix the busted up parking lot, it would take some TLC to get the building looking great again for sure. But the worst task was needing to introduce yourself to all the current tenants. Out of the 10 apartments in the building, 7 were already filled. 2 units were occupied by older couples who sent a check in on time every month and didn’t want to be bothered. 1 unit was shared by multiple college girls who are either too drunk to bother anyone or to busy throwing a party to care about anyone else. Another unit is occupied by a younger male who was always out working or traveling. 2 more units were occupied by couples, one was a younger pair that seemed to hate each other, and the others being close to mid thirties who seemed desperate to be inside each others skin. You would soon be occupying one to save yourself money, but it seems that you were going to be neighbors with the man who seemed to leave quite the impression on your parents.

Standing outside of the last apartment, you look at your clip board to read the summary your parents gave you and see that the man who lives here seems to be trouble. Ranging from altercations, not paying rent on time, or just complaining about everything it definitely seemed like he wouldn’t be your favorite. Knocking on his door nervously you begin to wonder if he’s a scary and old man or if he’s some young kid who comes from daddy’s money that just likes chaos. After waiting for what felt like maybe 2 minutes, you turn on your heels to walk away and just deal with the cranky man when he makes trouble again. That is until the door unlocks. Once it creeks open you hear “Can I help you?” Spinning back around you meet the tall, built, beautiful, belligerent man named Toji Fushiguro. Maybe being neighbors with an asshole wouldn’t be so bad.

“Hi I’m y/n. I’m the new landlord and I wanted to introduce myself to the tenants.” you say with a smile holding your hand out. His large hand grabs yours firmly but is gentle as he shakes it. “Toji” he says with a big smirk across his scarred lips. You’re hoping he can’t feel your hands sweating as your eyes meet. “I didn’t think a little girl like you would want to take over this dump” he says finally releasing your hand, leaning his shoulder on the door frame. “Well my parents weren’t able to keep up with the place anymore so I offered to take over.” You say taking a few steps back trying to keep your eyes on his and not rake them over his body. “Well it was nice to meet you y/n. Can’t wait to see you again” He says with that big smirk on his face still as he shuts his door.

You feel a sigh feeling relief roll from your lips. Things went better than planned and now you just have to plan on how to fill the remaining units. It’s only September 3rd so you’ve got time. As you’re walking down the long hall of the building you realize it’s pretty quiet. This is something you hoped for; the apartment building isn’t in terrible shape, the tenants seem decent, and now you’re the owner who can decorate the building however you want. You’ve got a cute little office in the front you can’t wait to mess with and you need to buy new furniture for the apartment you’re about to take for yourself. You wanted to feel control over your own life. You were ready for some simplicity in your life. Your 24 now. You’re too old to party every night but too young to be tied down at home with kids. You were fresh out of college so this felt like a good transition stage with less partying and more working. It was the best time in your life to keep yourself busy and learn how to fully live life on your own. Everything was going perfect. Things were gonna be good right?

It’s the 5th of October and everything was going amazing. Everything is decorated and furnished, including your new apartment. The 2 remaining units were remodeled and you have multiple applications from people trying to rent them. The outside of the building look clean. The parking lot had no potholes remaining. You haven’t had anyone call or come to the office with any complaints. Everything seemed fine. Your parents were probably just being a little judgmental. That was until you were looking on your laptop that sits in your office and you notice a certain someone is late on rent. That certain someone is also your new neighbor. That certain someone is also the fine ass man that you can barely keep eye contact with. Aka Toji.

Ever since you moved into the apartment fully, you saw Toji a handful of more times. He even offered to help you move a few pieces of furniture while the movers had taken a break. You declined the offer but made small talk about how long he’s been there and how he liked what you had done with the building. Since then most of what was exchanged was simple greetings or how are you doings then going about your lives. He had a weird schedule though. Sometimes you were going into the office at 9am and he was just coming home, sometimes when you went to your apartment for lunch at 1pm he was just leaving, sometimes at 2am you could hear him singing in the shower. There were random times in your apartment when you could hear some “things” at night. There was also a night or where you swore you could hear thumping on the wall along with a higher pitched voice, a womans voice. You could tell that Toji was being respectful and trying to keep it down but he seemed to know how women liked it. You were definitely not jealous of whoever was in the apartment that one time. Not at all. You obviously weren’t envisioning that it was you. Most nights though there was no thumping on the wall, just grunts. You couldn’t help but lean a little closer to the way and slip your hand in your panties to toy with your clit. Listening to him through the walls. He wasn’t just beautiful, his grunts and moans sounded just as pretty as he looked. You just hoped that he couldn’t hear you too.

It doesn’t matter though because you’re his landlord and he is your tenant. Your little crush can’t get in the way of you making money. You have to show him you mean business. Building up the courage to acknowledge his rent being past due you feel you feet moving towards his door to slide a note under that says “Hey! Rent was due on the 3rd. Please let me know when you will be able to pay it before late fees add on. -y/n :)” Running back to the office to act like it wasn’t you who left it, even though your the owner.

Confrontation wasn’t your strong point. You didn’t find Toji scary so much as you found him intimidating. The man could break you if he wanted to and you weren’t sure if you liked that or not. The next day you went in your office to find a note was slipped under the door for you that said

“Sorry sweets, I will pay it on the 7th. Ps just knock next time - Toji”

After blushing like a preteen in middle school you went about your day making calls and listing the apartments on other websites to keep yourself busy.

A few days had gone by since you had seen or heard Toji. It’s currently 4 pm and you’re adding some last minute decor and furniture to one of the vacant units for a tour coming up tomorrow with potential tenants. You have your head phones in, humming along as you move things around the apartment. Placing things in set ways to make sure it looks presentable when feel like something is behind you. “Holy shit” you yell dropping the picture from your hands as you turn around and notice Toji at the door. He starts laughing and you pout. “You scared the shit out of me” you admit crossing your arms over your chest. You’re blushing hard from embarrassment and the fact that he is dressed in a tight shirt with sweats. “Can I help you?” “I just wanted to come apologize for the rent but I didn’t wanna interrupt your creativity” he laughs again taking a step into the apartment looking around “It looks nice in here” you smile at the compliment. “Aw thanks. I’m hoping the people who want to rent it think the same” you sigh. “I think anyone would rent from a cutie like you” he says once he’s done looking around and focuses his eyes on you. “I was wanting to see if I could make you dinner to make up for the rent situation” he says eyeing you up and down. “That’s ok Toji. You don’t need to do that.” your eyes are trying to look anywhere that is not him. Nobody has ever made you this nervous, especially not a man but Toji made you feel things. Especially between your thighs. “I want to make up for it sweets, why don’t you come to my place tonight… I don’t bite.” He smirks taking a few more steps inside. “I-I don’t know. I don’t want to be a bother” you say feeling yourself heat up as he gets closer. “It’s only me you’ll be able to bother” he chuckles, “Be there at 7 please. I don’t wanna leave a bad impression” he says bending down to pick up the picture from floor handing it to you. His fingers graze yours as you reach for it and you feel electricity shoot through your fingertips. Your eyes meeting his. “I’ll be there” he releases the photo and walks away “Great, don’t forget that pretty face” is the last thing you heard before he is fully out of the unit. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the butterflies you feel in your stomach.

7 o’clock rolls around and you’ve gone through what feels like a million different outfits after your shower. You keep reminding yourself it’s not a date but you can’t let this gorgeous man see you looking bad. You thought about a dress but that was too fancy. Maybe a t shirt and biker shirt? Too casual. You ended up settling for a pair of brown flare yoga pants with a crème cropped turtle neck. Your hair was in its naturally curly state but with the help of a few products it looked extra bouncy. You felt hot and hopefully Toji would at least find you presentable. You keep mentally telling yourself to chill the fuck out and it’s not a date so who care what he thinks, but you know who cares. You care. Grabbing your keys and phone you walk out of your door just to walk up to his. It’s about 7:13 at this point but you were nervous. Taking a deep breath in you finally knock and wait to see what the man has in store for the night.

The door creeks open just like last time and you make a mental note to offer to fix it someday. He stands there in black jeans and a white sweater but his muscles are still peeking though his attire. “Like what you see?” You can hear his smirk before your eyes meet his. You didn’t even realize you were eye fucking him while he was watching. “Sorrysorrysorry. You look nice” You smile, desperately trying to recover from the embarrassment. He steps back out of the doorway extending his arm toward the inside of his apartment to invite you in. You walk in and his apartment it surprisingly clean. It’s got some basic decor, a few pictures around, the apartment has been painted a light grey but it was nice. “You were late. I thought I was gonna have to slip a note under your door.” He’s the first to speak up with a slight chuckle in his tone. It makes you let out a small laugh too. “I’m sorry I was late there was traffic.” You joke making your way to the island that sits outside the kitchen to have a seat. “What do you want to drink pretty girl” he asked stepping in the kitchen with his back faced to you. “Water is fine” Toji definitely made you feel more comfortable as the time passed. While he was cooking you guys made small talk about you taking over building for your parents and how you finished school for interior design but this sounded more fun. He also told you about himself and how he does contract type work and odd jobs which is why he is coming and going at random times.

When the food was done you both made it to the comfy couch in the living room to eat. He made a simple meal of chicken and rice but it was really tasty. There wasn’t much conversation during the meal but it was a comfortable silence. When you both finished up you were the first to stand, taking your plate into his kitchen and walking over to the sink. “What are you doing?” He question making his way into the kitchen behind you. You already had your sleeves rolled up with the water running in the sink. “You cooked for me so I’ll clean the dishes.” You say as you begin washing your dishes when Toji sets his in the sink next to yours. “You didn’t need to do that. I cooked to make it up to you about rent. Now I’m gonna owe you again” he says with a smile as he leans agains the counter by you, watching you do the dishes. “Well the food was good so I wouldn’t mind if you made something else for me” you admit. Finishing up the dishes, your hands were soaked and you secretly wanted to look in a mirror to fix your self up, if need be. You ask for the bathroom and he directs you to it. The bathroom is just as clean as the rest of the apartment. You dry off and go to meet Toji in the living room.

He’s sitting on the couch so you make your way over and sit on the opposite side. “What would you like to do?” He’s relaxed on the couch, his legs manspread, an arm thrown over the back of the couch shifting his head to look at you. He just looks so good you can’t help but let your mind run wild. “It’s only 9:30 so you can stay a little longer right? You only live next door.” You internally debate for about two seconds before agreeing. “It’s not my bedtime yet so I guess we could find something to do or watch something.” You say with a chuckle turning your face toward his but you notice his eyes aren’t meeting yours and he’s no longer smiling. His eyes are all over your body from the top of your head all the way down to where your feet meet the floor. “What about some dessert?” He asks with that smirk finally coming back as his green orbs lock on yours. You feel yourself turn red from his stare. You don’t trust yourself not to stutter so you just nod your head and keep eye contact to see what he has in mind. He keeps his gaze on yours as he starts to move closer. You feel your breath get stuck in your throat as he set his hand on your knee and leans into your ear. “I know I should let you pick what’s for dessert,” you feel his hand dragging up your thigh while the other one finds its place behind your neck “but let me eat this pussy instead, ok pretty girl?” You feel yourself shiver. Thank god you agreed to dinner.

Toji pulled back to connect his lips to yours. You melt into the kiss, allowing him to devour your mouth with his as he slips his tongue past your lips. His hands are now at your waist pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. Your hands have finally made their way into his hair and on the back of his neck. Your lips briefly fought with his for dominance, but he easily over powered you. His hands were now running down your back and gripping your ass. You feel yourself moan into the kiss and his hands start to rock you against his bulge directly beneath you. You haven’t seen his cock yet but you can feel that it’s huge. You feel yourself practically dripping into your panties. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. “Fuck pretty girl, can you feel what you do to me?” He asks grinding his hips up to meet yours with a harsh but slow thrust. “Haven’t stopped thinking about you since you knocked on my door that day.” He admits letting out a small grunt. You whine “Can’t stop thinking about y-you either” his lips are pressing against your jaw as his hands are pulling up the sweater your wearing. “Yeah? You think about me when you touch yourself? I can hear you moaning like a slut through the walls.” Your movements halt for a moment. He could hear you this whole time? How embarrassing. He smacks your ass “I want you to use your words pretty. You think about me?” You felt so small but so good it didn’t even matter. “I think about you all the time” you admit. His arms finish taking off your sweater and are now wrapping around your waist picking you up and walking you to assumably his bedroom.

Your shirt was left in the living room and your bra was taken off in the hallway all while Toji kept his lip on yours. You feel yourself getting thrown onto his mattress. His bed smelled amazing. Like sunflowers and musk. You hope this isn’t your only time in here. Within moments his shirts off and he pounces on you. Kissing your lips once more before kissing down your throat and making his way to your hardened nipples. “Look at that. So cute.” He says as he leans down to start flicking his tongue on one nipple and twist the other between his fingers. All his touches are sending shockwaves straight to your clit. You feel so whiney from the slightest bit of foreplay and it’s not even the best part. Toji tugs at one of your nipples gently with his teeth as you feel his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. He manages to take them off successfully with one hand which left you in only the lacy lilac panties you were hoping he could see on you. You feel like an absolute mess. Your hands as gripping his shoulders like your life depends on it as he keeps moving his lips lower and lower. You breath is coming out in pants from anticipation. He finally makes it to the waist line if your panties before pulling away and using his hands to spread your thighs. “Look at that. You wore these just for me?” He asks teasingly as he drags his middle finger over your clothed core, feeling the wet spot in the center. “Mhmm” you nod in agreement. He slaps your pussy, displeased with the lack of words and you quickly correct yourself “Yes s-sir” Your beet red. How does a stranger have this much control over you. You feel like if he said to cum you would cum on the spot. “Good girl, now just lay there and let me make things up to you”

Toji was being a tease. He took his sweet ass time kissing up and down both of your thighs, dragging his tongue along the insides of your legs until he finally places one sweet kiss on your clothed clit. You couldn’t even contain the moan that leaves your mouth. He starts to lick at your wet mound through the panties. “T-toji please” you beg wanting to actually feel him use his mouth. “Please what pretty girl? You want me to take them off?” He asked while toying with the waist band, leaving more kisses to your clothed pussy. “Yes please. Wan feel your mouth.” You practically beg looking down at the man between your thighs.

He places on last kiss on your panties before slipping them to the side and licking a long stripe up from your hole to your clit. You feel any breath in your lungs leave at the sensation. Toji is relentless. He keeps licking at your hole like he’s a starved man. He is switching from sucking to slurping to licking to flicking in the perfect way. You moans are uncontrollable at this point. Your legs keep trying to close around his head but his strong hands are keeping them pried open while your back remains arched off the bed. Your hands are on the back of his head keeping him there as he laps at your clit. You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but lay there and take it. His mouth is all over your pussy and you feel your clit twitching waiting to release. Toji could feel you getting closer to your release and decides to slip a finger in your hole. He pumps his finger in 2 times before you’re shaking and spasming around his finger. Your eyes have tears building in your lash line from the intensity of the orgasm you just had wash over you but Toji was far from done. He sits up on his elbows to look at you from between your thighs with his finger still curling upwards inside you. “Who told you to cum? -I don’t think I allowed you too slut.” He pulls his finger out momentarily to slap your pussy before shoving 2 fingers back in.

Your whining as Toji fingers you through your orgasm. The pace his fingers are pumping in and out of you is making the most lewd noises of squelching. You’re trying to apologize but you feel like there’s no air in the room. The only thing on your mind is Toji. He slows his pace and finally pulls his fingers out only to sit up on his knees and grab you by the hair in your head, pulling you up to your knees on the bed into a heated kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he prods at your mouth. “You gonna be a good girl and choke on this dick or do I need to make you?” he says grabbing your face to where your cheeks are squeezed close enough together your lips pucker. You nod your head unable to give a verbal response and he allows it this time. You automatically move to the end of the bed when Toji releases your face and lies down. You get on your hands and knees between his legs and start to unbuckle his pants. He’s moving his hand to cup your jaw and drag his finger over your lip. “Look at you. You look like a mess already. Gonna make a mess on my cock pretty girl?” He asks. “Yes sir” you whimper. After pulling his pants down you start to palm at his bulge through his boxers. He grabs you by your hair again and pulls your face down onto his lap. He then grinds his hard bulge up onto your cheek, like a pet rubbing their face on their owner. “Open” is all he says before pulling his cock out to which you gladly oblige. He pulls you up by your hair and places your open mouth over his tip. One thing you were confident in was sucking some dick. Toji keeps his hand in your hair but lets move as you wish, like a dog on a leash. You place a chaste kiss on the tip before sticking your tongue out and dropping your mouth down onto his length before closing your lips around it and sucking. Moaning around his length at the feeling of him in your mouth. You bob your head slowly to take as much of him as you can. You could hear his breathing falter the farther you went down. “Fuck. Takin me so well” he said gently guiding your head up and down at a bit of a faster pace. His cock was big, but the girth is where you were struggling. Once he started hitting the back of your throat you were gagging. You moved your hand to grab his balls while you were taking his cock down your throat. You can feel the spit just sliding down your mouth to his balls. He lets out a low grunt as you feel him shift his legs. He plants his feet on the mattress with his knees bent. He starts to buck his hips up at a steadily increasing pace until he fucking your mouth. You can feel your drool all over your mouth, your neck, his lap, and he isn’t letting up. You just keep gagging, trying to breathe through your nose as you look up at him with runny mascara and wet cheeks from the spit and tears. You can’t help but moan from how good you feel. Toji looks so good fucking your mouth, you just keep imagining how he would look pounding you into the mattress. “Just like that pretty girl. Take it like a good little slut.” You moan around his cock. You want nothing more than to please this man right now. His pace keeps up for a little bit longer before his hips stutter “F-fuck you better swallow what I give you or I won’t let you cum again.” And with that he brings your nose to his pelvis one more time before releasing down your throat. You can barely even taste it he had you pulled so far down. You choke a little bit but you swallow every drop. You didn’t want him to be done yet, no matter how tired and fucked out you were.

He pulls you off of his cock by your hair and brings your face to his. “Show me your tongue.” You open your mouth with your tongue sticking out so he can see that you did what you were told and swallowed. He didn’t say it but he thought you looked so fucking gorgeous. Your eyes were glossy from the tears, mascara running down your face, cheeks were pink and wet from the slobber, lips red and swollen from him fucking your face, you just looked so fucked out and desperate he could’ve came again just from the sight. “Look at how pathetic you are.” He spits into your mouth and then brings you in for a sloppy kiss. It’s basically all tongue. All your doing it’s tasting each other. Swapping spit and sucking each others tongues while you both catch your breath. “All that just from a little bit of cock hm? You think you can take some more?” “Yes please” you whimper.

He rolls you onto your back spreading your legs again. His cock is already hard again as he’s sliding it up and down your folds. “Beg for it” he smirks making sure the tip is rubbing on your clit. “Please fuck me toji.” You say blushing again basically whispering what you want from the man. “You just let me fuck your throat and now you wanna act shy? Beg for it or I can help you get dressed.” He says slapping your thigh while still rubbing his hardened member through your folds. Your wetness keeps building up as he teases your cunt. It’s getting sloppier and wetter by the second. “Please fuck me sir. I want your cock so bad. I can’t stop thinking about it since I took over here” you admit whining from the friction but desperate for more. “Aw is my little landlord desperate for me? You want me to fill you up with my cock?” He teases with that smirk. “Yes sir I want it so bad. Wanna feel you inside me daddy please?” You beg and he delivers. Pulling back one last time to thrust his cock into you. He give you a moment to adjust to the size. You feel like your legs have gone numb. He lowers his forehead to rest on yours with his arms caging around your head as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you. Short and shallow thrusts slowly progress to fast and deep thrust. “F-fuck this lil pussy is just sucking me in. You like that? You like getting fucked by your tenant?” Your moans are loud and breathy. Your hands are gripping his shoulders again. You feel like he’s knocking the wind out of you with every thrust. “Yes feels sgood” you manage to say while whining. Your able to open your eyes every few seconds before Toji manages to hit that spongy spot inside you that sends your eyes rolling in the back of your head “Yea? You look so dumb right now. Your gettin fucked stupid on daddy’s dick aren’t you?” He says grunting. His words, his moans, the wet slaps you keep hearing, it’s all adding to the heat in your stomach that keeps building. Toji can feel you clenching around his cock. He took your legs and pushed them into your chest as he starts relentlessly pounding into you. “If you wanna cum you better use your words.” His hips don’t falter. He keeps up his brutal pace waiting for your response. “C-can I cum please” you beg as best as you can. Unable to really speak without stuttering. “Thank me, say thank you daddy and I’ll let you cum.” “T-thank you daddyyy feels ssgood please let me cum” he reaches his hand down to you clit. Rubbing harsh circles as he keeps pounding into you but his hips are starting to stutter as he reaches his release too. “Cum with me baby, cum on my cock.” That was all he had to say as you let out a silent scream, clenching around his cock as your body shakes with an even more intense orgasm. Your eyes fly open with your mouth in the shape of an “o” as Toji releases inside you. Letting out the prettiest moan you’ve heard. His hips slow down as he fucks you through your orgasm until he hissed from the sensitivity and pulled out collapsing on top of you.

You’re both out of breath, sticky, and tired. You let your fingers gently glide along his back for a few minutes before he gets up from on top of you. “Wait here” he goes and gets a wet rag to clean you up where you need it most. He’s still catching his breath as he starts going through his drawers. You finally get a good look at his bedroom and it’s lovely. Your head is still spinning about what’s just happened. Eventually Toji has put some new boxers on and your still left naked on his bed. You feel yourself blush assuming it’s your time to get dressed and leave. You start to sit up when something soft hits your chest. “It’ll probably be too big but it’ll work right princess?” He asks grabbing one more thing before turning to face you. You pick up what was thrown at you and it was one of his T shirts. You look up at him with a smile and nod. He gets back in the bed with you after you’ve put the big shirt on. He pulls you into his chest as you guys begin to talk about life. What it was like growing up, hobbies, embarrassing stories, it’s sweet. It’s almost like he didn’t just re-arrange your guts but it’s nice. Eventually you drift asleep while in his arms.

You wake up to the alarm that was set on your phone. Sitting up you remember the events of last night but you don’t see Toji anywhere. You need to head back to your apartment for fresh clothes and a shower. You have to get to your office to print out some pamphlets before giving a few apartment tours. You’re a little sad as you get up to do the walk of shame that’s about 12 feet to your apartment. When you reach his door to leave you notice there’s a note taped to the door.

“Sorry sweets, had a job early this morning and didn’t wanna wake you. I know you have a master key so can you lock my door? Don’t be mad at me. Let me make it up to you tonight? ;)

Ps have a good day <3

xxx-xxx-xxxx -Toji”

You couldn’t be more thrilled to have a shitty tenant.

🖤🖤AHHAHHAAH FIRST FIC KINDA NERVOUS. Please let me know any requests. I’m still trying to figure out how to post and things of that nature. Please do not repost my work elsewhere without my permission. 🖤🖤

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Doubt | Eddie Brock/Venom x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Hi hon 👋🏼 (does that sound cringe?? Like I said, I'm trying to mix up these greetings 😂). I hope this ask finds you well!

May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for 🥹 my favorite loser Eddie Brock X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

"I came as soon as I heard the news"+"For what it's worth, I'm proud of you"

Maybe Eddie is going deep dive within his own thoughts (self doubt, etc.) and just can't seem to centre himself. Feels like he's majorly messed something up and reader is there to comfort and reassure him.

(As always, this is just spit balling, all creative liberties to you of course!!)

Thank you 🖤!

🐍anon

summary: Eddie is doing, well, shit and he needs a little bit of TLC - but luckily, Venom knows just the person.

tws: swearing

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Eddie stared at his laptop, the time ticking by so slowly; he felt like everything that he had written was just complete shit. Like he was as bad at being a journalist as he was a superhero.

He felt like he wasn’t good enough, that the skills and time and energy he had put into everything was for nothing; it was all shit, it was all terrible. Venom was right, he was a loser and he would always be a loser; he swallowed thickly as he stared at his keyboard, scratching at the back of his neck before he sighed and frowned.

He couldn’t think of a damn thing, practically torturing himself as he got up to go get a cigarette and something to drink; he didn’t even see it when Venom reached for his phone and sent a text to their significant other. Venom knew Eddie the same way you did, and just as you would have known that Eddie needed help and a distraction, so did Venom.

Eddie didn’t even know, until the front door opened.

“Eddie. We have a guest.”

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes. “But everyone knows I’m working.”

He frowned, making his way to the door, but he stopped in his tracks, and sighed heavily with relief when he saw you there; you looked concerned, but he shook his head.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but I’m working.”

You sat him down on the sofa with a shake of your head, and already his heart was pounding and he didn’t know what he was doing in the slightest as he chewed at the inside of his lip and started to worry. “Eddie, I came as soon as I heard the news - Venom texted me, and asked me to come over. He said you were struggling, doubting yourself.”

Eddie shrugged as he shook his head again, hands shaking as he gently pushed you away and tried his best to smile. “I’m, I’m fine - it’s just that everything I write is the same old churned out shit, and it’s never gonna be good enough. It’s not. I’m not fucking good enough, baby, and that’s… that’s okay! I just won’t ever get a decent job, I won’t ever fucking be able to afford more than this shit flat and-”

“Breathe,” you told him gently, patting his thigh gently as you raised your brows. “C’mon, Eddie, focus on me.”

He nodded shakily, swallowing thickly as he dared to get a little closer.

“Do as they say,” Venom told him. “You need it.”

“Oh fuck off, you overgrown worm,” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head. He brought his gaze to you and smiled weakly. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you told him gently. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He ran a hand through his hair, shrugging as he looked at you with despair in his eyes. “Just feel like everything I do is fucking shit right now. My boss wants this article in by eight o’clock this morning, but… look at the time, baby, I’m not gonna get it done with how it’s turning out now.”

You gave him a moment to add anything further, and when he didn’t, you cleared your throat, and sat on his lap, pinning him to the sofa, your hands digging into the cushions either side of his head as he grabbed at your hips. “Now, you listen to me, Brock, and you listen fucking good - you are one of, if not the, most talented journalist I know. I’ve read shit from award winners that wasn’t even half as good as yours. So fucking listen when I tell you that you’re great. You’re great, Eddie.”

He nodded, a little too distracted at having you on his lap but it was doing the trick, and he could feel himself slowly start to let go of his worries and about whether or not he might have fucked up his job altogether. He grabbed your hips a little tighter, blunt fingernails digging into your skin through the thin fabric you were wearing.

“Thank you…”

“Keep listening,” you demanded, commanding most of his attention. “You are a great boyfriend, to me and to Venom. You are talented, you have great skills and any publication should be grateful to have you. You’re a hero, Eddie, to so many. You’re doing your best, and y’know what?”

“What?”

“For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you,” you whispered in his ear. “I am really, really fucking proud of you, Eddie.”

Eddie had to admit, and he couldn’t have denied it anyway, but he was starting to feel a lot better about the whole situation, he needed the comfort and the reassurance, if he was honest. It worked wonders to know that his favourite human in the world was there for him, that you were proud of him and that you recognised his skills and his talents; not many people did, in fact, he couldn’t remember the last person who did.

But you did, and to him, that meant everything. To know that one of his significant others was standing behind him and cheering him on; to know that you were proud of him, not ashamed, not embarrassed.

You were proud.

It made his heart skip a beat as he moved his hands down, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pulling you up so that you had to look down to meet his gaze.

“Come to bed with me,” you told him. “Let’s get some rest, yeah?”

Eddie nodded eagerly, using Venom’s strength to pick you up and take you to the bedroom; he let you fall onto the bed before he crashed down next to you, his head hitting the pillow as he hummed and yawned.

You would have reached over and kissed him like you usually did, but when you took a look back at him, you couldn’t help but to smile; he was sound asleep already.

“Thank you,” Venom grumbled, crawling out of his arm and staying still beside you. “He needed that.”

“I know he did,” you said softly, kissing Venom’s forehead gently. “Thank you for letting me know, V.”

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elmoslungcancer · 4 months

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KYLO and the roomie

Rent has risen in price this past year, and KYLO can barely keep up. In desperate measures to keep him from going insane he goes online asking if anyone would like to room with him.

He lives in a three bedroom apartment, two of the rooms is a computer room the other his bedroom and lastly the guest room that's never been used.

He doesn't often have anybody stay the night, but in case he has a friend or two stay the night he'd always have an air mattress on hand.

After posting online he goes around to clean up a little, if someone does want to become a roommate it's best if he does a little TLC.

He ties his hair up in a high ponytail, as well as rolling up his sleeves, and asking his Alexa to play a song from his playlist. Now he got to work; starting with sweeping the floors, vacuuming, then he mops, and after that's done he checks his phone to find it's been four hours since he's started. He also sees that he has a notification from his post he made earlier.

He lets his sleeves roll back down tired of constantly rolling them back up, and letting his pony tail loosen up a bit. He rushes to his computer room to check out the notification. Logging back onto his computer he sees he's gotten a dm and he clicks on it.

'Hi hello, my name is m/n I've seen that you were looking for a roommate and I would be happy rooming with you! I've also seen that the area you stay at is a lot closer to my job so this would benefit me a lot as well! If the offer isn't taken by the time I've sent this then I would love to be able to discuss how much is rent, chores, rules, and ECT. Please reach back to me if you can!'

KYLO let out a little 'heh' as he read what you said, he thought it was funny how you basically said hello twice. He quickly reached back out saying that the offer was still up, and that you two could definitely talk about rent tomorrow at a reasonable time. Since it was almost pitch black outside he didn't want to keep you up.

'Yes of course it is getting pretty late we can talk later of course thank you again for letting me take this opportunity. Talk to you later!'

An:That's all this will be part one because I'm tired good night. This is also going to be a Male OC x bttm male reader story.

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#male oc #oc #male x male reader #kylo🍮#bttm male reader

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moonshine-nightlight · 2 years

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Free Piano: Haunted - Part 1

When you drive by the piano on the way home from a job across town, you almost don’t stop. But your kid’s been wanting to learn how to play—a desire that’s stuck around for the last few months, a rarity—and this one’s free. It needs some TLC and while you’ve no experience with instruments, you’re good with your hands. On impulse, you pull over. Soon enough, you’re loading the free piano into the back of your truck. You barely give a passing thought to the “haunted” part of the sign.

Perhaps you should have.

Inspiration post: Haunted Free Piano Pic

Modern, enemies to friends to lovers, ghosts/spirits/specters, male monster x male reader, M/M, Part 1 of 8

Part One [Part Two]

You’re on your way home from a job across town when you see it.

You’re waiting at a busy all-way stop-sign intersection, counting your turn, when you see something big and wood on the side of the road. While people occasionally leave old or unwanted furniture out on the side of the road for either the garbage collectors, or anyone really, to take–it's not often.

The first time you ever actually stopped for one of these was with your grandpa, who was driving you home after baseball practice. He’d decided not to take the chair home that time—he said never take anything with upholstery because who knows what sort of bugs or vermin could be in it—but you two had stopped a few times after that.

You’d helped him take home an old record player cabinet, once. He’d even let you stick around while he fixed it up–the first time you’d ever done any work like that in your life. Even though all he had you do was hold things for him for the most part, it had earned his trust in your abilities, leading to a few other projects he’d drafted you for. It was the only project you’d gotten to work on with your gran, she was the one who knew how to restore the record player to functioning.

You still had it in fact, now that you had their house. Your parents hadn’t expected to inherit it, hadn’t really known what to do with it, but well, then came your divorce. It had made you feel like you belonged, that you weren’t just sneaking into their house–reminded you that you had contributed to the house with them. You’d still felt like a trespasser those first few weeks, there without Grandpa, but looking at the record player cabinet, and other spots you’d helped with at Grandpa’s side, helped ease that feeling.

You carried on with the habit, picking up an old TV stand for your college apartment with some buddies and a nightstand for your first apartment after that—easier to come by in the city you were living in at the time.

You pull yourself from your memories when your turn comes and on impulse, you go right instead of going straight. You’re just curious enough to want to take a closer look and it’s not like you have anywhere to be.

When you get close enough to pass by it, you’re surprised to see it's not furniture—it's a piano. Before you realize it, you’ve pulled into a driveway and turned around, coming up behind it on the correct side of the street. You don’t play, but your kid’s been wanting to learn. You’ve been considering getting an electronic keyboard, but they’ve never sounded right to your ear. Besides, while not as bad as a real one, any good instrument is expensive.

This one is free.

Well, you think as you hop down from your pickup to take a closer look, it doesn’t look like it's in great shape. The wood’s beat up and covered with what looks like water stains, discoloring and mildly warping the finish. But it's got a matching little bench, with a beat up, damaged design of what you think are supposed to be flowers or vines of some kind.

And then there’s the sign.

Ductaped together and to the piano itself is what looks like the side of a cardboard box with a piece of printer paper taped on top that in big, but neat print says “Priceless Antique”. Under that is another panel with very dark, large block letters merely saying “FREE”. Finally, under that is a third pane, looking even more hastily tacked on than the first two parts, stating “HAUNTED” in the same print as “FREE” but this word is underlined-twice. You appreciate the contradiction of “priceless” and “free”. The ‘haunted’ part causes you to raise an eyebrow: why would someone trying to get rid of something purposely label it haunted?

Restoration on this, even just the wood, will probably cost a fair amount—let alone any sort of specialist, mechanical restoration it’ll need.

But you’re a contractor by trade, which means you at least have access to more tools and supplies than most and you know the right people to ask for help—hell, isn’t there a youtube video for everything these days anyways? It's probably still cheaper than buying one.

You carefully flip up the lid to reveal the keys. They seem in better condition than the wood, only one or two looks damaged. You press a finger down on what you think is middle “C”. The note that rings out is clear and at the right volume, at least to your untrained ear. You don’t want to mess with it too much here on the street, but you hit two more keys at random, above and below, and they sound good enough—nothing obviously discordant or muted thuds from a hammer hitting wood instead of string.

You turn towards the house. No one’s come out to yell at you for messing with it, still… You shut the lid and reluctantly make your way over the house’s front door. It’s probably best to at least ring the bell and check with the current owners.

The bell rings louder than you expect and you’re already regretting deciding to voluntarily talk to strangers. You stand still, resisting the urge to fidget, until you start to think it's been long enough that you can just walk away when you hear footsteps from inside the house.

“Hi, sorry to bother you,” you say to the harried looking brunette a decade or so older than yourself who opens the door. “I just wanted to ask you about the piano?” You jerk your thumb over your shoulder in case she’s unaware of the free piano in her own yard. You’re glad when recognition blooms in her eyes before you can feel too silly for the gesture.

“Oh! Really? Great,” she says, sounding relieved.

“It’s still available, yeah?” You didn’t want for someone to have already claimed it, but just not gotten around to moving it. No way did you want someone to accuse you of theft of their free item. Not again.

However, the woman just nods. “Yeah, definitely. You can take it. We’re moving to another state and there’s just not enough room. Besides, none of us can play it—my mother-in-law used to, but the arthritis means that's not a good idea anymore.”

“What sort of condition is it in?” You don’t know how much that’ll change your mind, but it can’t hurt to ask. A quick question with the owner can save time down the road—like if a drawer is locked and the key lost or where it was purchased from or what they’ve used on it before. Any extra info is helpful with these types of things.

She frowns a little and you can’t tell if it's because you’re bothering to ask when it's literally free or because she’s trying to remember. “It got a bit damaged when the roof leaked a few years ago, but we made sure that the strings were alright—no rust or anything. I think it needs a tune and doesn’t look the prettiest, but,” she shrugs, “that’s why we’re just giving it away.”

“This the mover?” an older woman asks, her short white hair falling back from her face as she straightens from a bit of a stoop. She moves to stand in the doorway, the tennis balls on the four feet of her cane keeping her steady as she looks you over.

“No, but they might be taking that piano off our hands,” the woman replies, a bit of a warning in her tone.

The grandmother’s eyes sharpen as she stares at you. “Are they now?” She looks past you and spies it on the side of the road. Her eyes go a bit hard when they narrow back on the woman. “Did you just drop it on the side of the road?”

“Mike was careful when he put it out,” she retorts defensively. “And no matter what you think, no one’s gonna pay money for it. Even this guy’s asking questions, despite it being free—no offense.”

You smile, glad you have practice with acting like everything is fine while family members get passive-aggressive. “None taken.” You wish you hadn’t bothered to knock.

“Do you play?” the older woman asks while her daughter-in-law squints passed you at the sign taped to the piano, as if just noticing how long it is.

You shake your head. “No, but my kid’s been wanting to learn.”

She gives you a measuring look before nodding slowly. “It’s a good one for a beginner, given they’re polite.”

You frown, opening your mouth to ask what that means when the daughter-in-law cuts off whatever you were going to say with a muttered curse. Turning, she yells back into the house, “Emma! What did I say about messing with the sign on the piano!?”

“What?” a faint but defensive voice comes from deeper in the house. “Gotta warn the people!”

You can’t help but smirk at the joke. That sign makes a lot more sense if they made the teenager write it.

The daughter-in-law turns to point a finger at the now smirking grandmother. “This is your fault for encouraging her.” She turns back to you with a brittle smile, “Look, take or don’t. I’ve gotta finish packing this whole house and if you don’t want it, garbage will collect it Monday.” With that said, she walks off into the house.

You turn to the grandmother and raise an eyebrow. She raises one back. “You’re the one who stopped. I’ve had that piano for many years, my brother played it too. It’s been around since my parents’ got it. If you think you can spruce it up and have your child play it, please do. If not,” she shrugs, “I’m sure someone else will take it. A piano like that won’t end up in the trash.”

Before you can reply, there’s an indistinct shout from inside and she sighs. “I better go help. Be a dear and shut the door. Have a good day.”

“You too,” you reply as you obligingly close their door and head back to the piano.

You walk around it, and even take a look under it—mostly looking for anything like big holes or something—before you just sort of stare at it. Are you really doing this? What makes you think you can do fix it up? That it won’t still be too much money. That by the time you fix it, Kit won’t have moved on to some other interest. Even optimistically, you can’t finish this by his birthday—it’ll have to be for the winter holidays in a few months.

Will it fit in your shed? Will you be able to move it around without breaking it?

You shake your head, scowling as you try to banish all your second guessing. It’s free, it's right here. If you take it home and figure out after some research it’s too expensive or impossible for someone not a professional, you can throw it out yourself.

No harm in doing that much, right?

Decision made, you hop into your truck bed, moving things around until you’ve got enough space for it. It’ll be good for you to have a project again, you think. Now that the house is more or less fixed up, you’ve been finding the evenings on the days you didn’t have Kit too empty. You always feel better when you’ve got something to occupy your mind as well as your hands.

The space made, you frown as you try to get a feel for its weight. Just as you’re trying to decide the best way to move it yourself, a man comes jogging out of the house. “Hey!” he says as he raises a hand in greeting. “My mom says you’re gonna help take this off our hands—least I can do is chip in to get it into your truck.”

“Thanks,” you reply as you reassess how to do this with another person to help, “that’d be great.” What did the woman say her husband’s name was? Mike? Regardless, he’s taller than you and seems fit enough so with two people…

“You mind if we do the piano first? We can always squeeze the bench in wherever,” you say, glancing at the other man to see if he wants to take over the job of moving it or if he’s willing to go along with you. Frequently, when you go to work on a project, the man of the house wants to show he knows what he’s doing, that he’s only hiring someone like you because he doesn’t have the time to bother. Those types never seem to have a clue and are more trouble than they're worth.

Luckily, Mike just smiles broadly, “Sure, makes sense to me. I swear I’ve moved more furniture in the last month—even though we’re not taking much with us—than I have in my whole life before this.”

“I bet, moving’s never easy,” you reply generically, correctly guessing that Mike doesn’t need much from you to continue talking about the move, where they’re going, and why. All you need to do is grunt every once in while to show your listening and he fills the silence, which honestly is your preference—you’ve never been much of a talker.

You pick up your side, noting the wood feels noticeably cold, odd given it's been sitting out all day in the sun, but it feels solid enough that you focus on that instead. You’re more than willing to listen as Mike helps you drape a tarp over it, secure it down with bungee cords, hold things out of the way while you get everything all settled.

The only time he falters is when he gets a good look at the sign stuck to it. “What the…?” You see him mouth the word ‘haunted’ as he pales. Quickly, he reaches out and pulls the sign free, folding it up and then tossing it near the other trash they have out. “Kids,” he says vaguely when he sees you looking at him. “Always joking around.”

“Right,” you reply, not sure what else to say. You shrug and turn to check that it's not blocking too much of your rear mirror. Then you make sure everything else in the truck bed is secure before you gesture that Mike can jump down.

You follow, squinting in the sudden burst of wind that blows dust and dirt into your face. Once you blink your vision clear, you give the other man a nod. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem,” Mike replies, hands in his pockets, staring up at the piano. “Sad to see it go, but it’s not like anyone was playing it here. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” you say and after a moment of silence, head around to go. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Mike replies.

As you drive away, you see him by the trash bins, breaking down the cardboard sign surprisingly thoroughly before stuffing it under the lid.

Your eyes flick to your new, free piano. Possibly haunted? You roll your eyes as you focus back on the road. Nah, the only scary thing is how much effort (and money) it's gonna take to get this thing up and running again.

Well, you’ve got plenty of time for it at least.

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draytnation · 2 years

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Power wash

Billy Knight x Male/GN!Reader

Fluff

Just a fic about giving this dirty ass man a nice bath and some TLC

This is my first time writing a fic so I hope it's good atleast 💗

I had thought of making this as a lil silly joke but this man's hygienic state is NO JOKE

So basically your a close friend of Billy's and you've always noticed he never washes up frequently so you basically nag him into taking a bath and end up cleaning him yourself

After a long day of work you looked forward to nothing but resting in your warm bed, You finally get it setting your keys and coat in their respective places before throwing yourself on the couch and letting out a long sigh.

"Home sweet Home" You said, turning on the TV and resting for a bit.

You hear footsteps coming from upstairs as a heavily disheveled man peeks from behind the corner

"Hey Billy" You sigh turning your head towards him.

"Hey Y/N, how was your day at work" He responds

"Tiring" You said

Suddenly a musty odor fills your nose, you sniff the air to see where it's coming from to only turn back to Billy sensing that it's coming from him.

"Uhmm Billy question" You ask, covering your nose with your shirt

"Yeah ?" He said

"When was the last time you took a shower or bathe for any of that matter" You said

"Uhhhh I... Don't know exactly m-must've lost track" You squeaks nervously.

"Uh huh yeah, bath. Immediately." You ordered

"I'll do it tomorr-" He says before you cut him off

"Nope, Now come on" You said grabbing his hands and tugging him up stairs to the bathroom

You run the tap as you gather soap, rag, and a towel together setting them on the sink while you sit on the toilet seat.

"Alright let's get these clothes off of you" You said taking off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt, as we each layer falls various scars and cut begin to show. He wraps his arm around with a look of shame on his face

"I... I didn't want you to see me like this" He mumbled

you saw tears start to form at the corner of his eyes. You wrap your arms around and a hug him tight putting your head in the crook of his neck as

"Billy you know a few little scars don't bother me" you said, taking his scarred hand and kissing it.

The shame started to melt off his face, you slowly kissed up his arm all the way to his cheek, before pulling him back in for a hug. Ever since you met him you worried for him dearly, he never took care of himself and you always did your best to push him to try. You knew you were one of the only friends he had and would always promise to be there for him no matter what.

But your thoughts are cut short as you remember you still had the tap on.

"Don't worry I'll close my eyes and open em when your in the tub " You say with reassurance in your tone.

"Alright" Billy said wiping the tears from his eyes

You shut your eyes even covering them with your hands and turn to the door as he got fully undressed and you heard him get in the tub.

"You can open your eyes now Y/N" he said

You open them and grab the rag and get scrubbing, making sure every flake of dirt was off his body, the water started to dirt as you went on

"Billy you have to take better care of yourself, please" You said as you scrubbed his back.

"I know it's just... I've been trying is swear" He pouted, You grab his face softly and look into his eyes.

"Promise me" You whispered

"Promise" He said

You give his cheek a light peck, "Good" you said, you bust out the shampoo and start working on his scalp, his hair looking less shambled.

Billy had his small grin on his face and hum in enjoyment as you ran your soapy finger through his hair, then you suddenly splash him with water, giggling mischievously as he wiped the face from his face.

"Hey" He whined.

"What, just a little fun that's all" You joked

You get all the shampoo and soap off him and grab a towel

"Alright we're all done" You said as you hand him the towel and turn to the door again.

He wraps the towel around his waist and you head out the bathroom, you get some of his pajamas out the closet and lay them on the bed and sit on the bed to look out the window.

Billy hugs you from behind fully dressed, "Thank you Y/N" He said. You swore you heard him sniffle, "No problem, always happy to help" You said.

"No one's ever treated me the way you do, I just don't know what I'd do with you" he said holding you tighter.

"oh, you've always deserved better and I'm here to give you better, y'know I care and I'll never stop caring, I love you man" You said as you turned to him.

A glow lit up in his eyes and a heart warning smile grew on his face, you felt your face slightly heat up, seeing him happy was one of the greatest joys in you life and you couldn't help but melt on the inside seeing his goofy smile.

"Alright let's get your hair dryer off and then we'll head to bed" You said, as you start dabbing the towel and his head ruffling it until his head was dry.

You both lay in the bed tucked in, the moon beaming from the curtains as the room stood dark and quiet

"Goodnight Billy" You said

"Goodnight"

#billy knight #joseph quinn #fluff #he needs a bath #comfort #c.b strike #male reader #joseph quinn fic #eddie munson #joe quinn #eddie my beloved #angst #bathtime

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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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"Touch and Taste." |Aone x Reader x Kanji|

- Aone x Reader x Kanji -

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[ Aged-up characters! +18! Time-skip Aone and Kanji! ]

Warnings: First time! reader, soft! Aone, soft/slight perv! Kanji, two cocks, double stuffing, double penetration, sub reader, masturbation (male), oral (male and fem), clit sucking, slight teasing, lots of praise, nicknames (bunny, darling, love), nipple play, slight overstimming, edging, threesome, fem! reader, first time! themes, poly relationship, loving kisses, TLC <3

Reader: Female Reader

Plot: Reader is inexperienced, and wants her lover's to show her how to make them feel good; smut to fluffy aftercare 🥰

Words: 4.118k

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!

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Kanji and Aone felt like the comfort of home, which they were. Living with them had always made you feel safe and loved. Those broad shoulders and firm arms holding you close and keeping you warm.

They knew how to make you feel okay to be yourself.

So, even though you knew you could trust them and they'd love you regardless, you felt nervous telling them you were a virgin. The anxious knot boiled in your tummy all throughout the day. Distracting you from work at the boba shop, and studying afterwards with your boyfriends.

"What's wrong, babe?" Kanji asked suddenly, making you jump when his large hand grasped your small one. "You don't look happy."

Aone hummed, sharing the saddened expression with his lover. You nodded quickly and waved a hand in your face.

"I'm fine, Kanji! I swear, don't worry you two."

They didn't believe you. Of course they didn't. The constant looks of worry that formed on your face gave away something was wrong. Aone and Kanji didn't like seeing you unhappy, a bad feeling forming in their guts whenever that sour expression reared its head.

So, once you all were home and had dinner, Aone and Kanji asked you to your shared room to talk.

Are they mad? Do they feel unloved? Oh no, if that's it we need an immediate cuddle session with ice cream, blankets, and stuffed animals!!

Thoughts raced through your mind as you walked up that flight of stairs and down the hallway. Opening the door to see both of them sitting comfortably on the king sized comforter, sharing a calm but worried look.

"What's wrong? Are you guys not feeling loved properly?" You asked, not even giving them a second to open their mouths.

"I'll bust out the extra blankets and get a movie running so fast if that's the case!"

"N-No, love. It's not that!" Kanji giggled, blushing a little and your antics. "We've just been wondering why you looked down today."

"Even during our date you looked sad." Aone interjected, pressing his legs together.

Glancing at each of them, you felt your tummy tighten at the feelings of guilt you carried. You've been worried about confessing your virginity and this is what you cause? Oh god, you felt like an ass for worrying about something so small and trifle.

"Oh, you're still on that..?" You looked at the ground, feeling the bundle of anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach.

"Yes. We're worried we might've done something wrong." Kanji responded, standing and walking over tentatively wrapping his arms around you.

"It's not you, I promise."

"Then what's wrong? Is it exams next month?" Aone asked, scooting to the side and patting the empty spot next to him.

You smiled softly and sat next to his large figure, feeling a large dip in the mattress as Kanji followed suit. They're eyes trained on your face and lips, waiting for your answer.

"Honestly, it's nothing really important at this point. I know that now." You mumbled, blushing as the rough hand of Aone came up to grasp yours.

"If it makes you worry this much, it's something we need to know, love." He said, calmly but with a little push, circling his thumb around on your hand.

Oh my God, you both are too sweet to me- You thought to yourself, looking between them and feeling your eyes burn.

"It's about, uhm.... intimate things.." You blushed, staring straight down at your thighs and feeling them clench together.

A small silence that soon filled the room once you muttered out those words, feeling a heat rise in your tummy, waiting for their next move.

"'Intimate things?' So, sex?" Kanji said, rather bluntly, making your heart flip.

Aone hummed with a nod, looking back down at your pouting figure as you stared at Kanji in embarrassment.

"Y-Yes, but, don't go saying it like that! It's embarrassing!!"

They shared a laugh, hearts melting over your cutely embarrassed figure. Soon, you crawled away from them as they continued laughing, stuffing your face into Kanji's large pillow and trying to calm your heated face.

"Stop laughing!!" Your muffled voice called out from the cushion.

"Okay okay, Kanji stop it." Aone muttered softly, controlling his laughter as his boyfriend continued his.

"I-I'm sorry, it's so cute~!" He cried out, laying on the soft bed.

You stayed in the pillow even after your face stopped it's frustrated blushing and the echoes of giggles stopped from at the end of the bed. Ignoring the shifting movements until there was obviously an extra weight above you pressing into the mat.

Slowly, you lifted your head and looked upwards, coming into contact with a pair of dark brown orbs looking down at you. Your face heated up once again, seeing the serious look on Kanji's face made your tummy do flips.

"What about sex do you feel anxious about?" He asked, resting back onto his knees, Aone leaning onto his elbow.

They looking like some damn snacks- Fuck, stay focused! You scowled, shaking your head before taking a breath and looking back up at him.

Your cheeks still a flushed pink color as you answered. "I'm worried about whether I'll be good when it happens."

"What do you mean, Y/n?" Kanji smiled, coaxing more information out of you against your will with those pretty ass eyes of his.

"I don't know if I'll do a good job since I'm a virgin." You finally answered, whining and lifting the discarded pillow to your face.

"You're a virgin?" Kanji mumbled, surprised.

He nodded, taking in the information and scooting closer, pulling you to his chest and rubbing your back. Soft kisses peppering your temple as Aone's own strong arms wrapped around you both. The warmth shared between their bodies made your own swell up with love.

"It's okay that you're inexperienced, Y/n." Kanji mumbled, continuing the peppering of kisses as he spoke.

"Nothing's wrong with that." Aone's soft voice chimed in, butterflies flying in your stomach.

Their warmth.. it's so nice.. You hummed, letting your cheek press against Kanji's firm chest.

Love and warmth enveloping your quaking heart and body. After a few moments, Kanji let go and lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. The warmth from earlier made it's way down to your tummy, and into your core. His deep eyes make your cheeks heat up when he smiles down at your shivering figure.

"Would you mind Aone and I teaching you?" He asked, pressing his thumb pad against your lower lip and dragging his own between his teeth.

"T-Teach me what?" You asked, cringing at the stutter leaving you.

"How to have sex, make love, whichever you want to call it." Aone blushed at Kanji's blunt words.

His own chest filling with embarrassment and a hot knot forming in his throat at the mentioning of having sex. The thought of being your first, teaching you things, made his adrenaline pump through his veins.

"Oh! Uh.." Your face heated up, tearing your gaze away from the duo and to your clenched thighs.

"If you don't want to, that's fine." Aone muttered out, scooting up behind you and rubbing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

"We can wait til you're more comfortable with it."

A small pause lingered in the air, making the lump in your throat harder to swallow when you muttered out your next words. Not knowing that your body was going to feel things you've never felt before.

"F-Fine. Teach me, please?"

//~~//~~//

'Warm' wasn't exactly how hot the air felt. Steamy? Nah, this felt more intense.

Oh, wait. Scalding. Yeah, that's the word.

"You're comfortable, right?" Aone asked, pressing your back into his firm chest. "It is about you, remember?"

"Y-Yes, Aone. I know.." You trailed off, eyes locked onto the wandering hands heading towards Kanji's lower half.

His hands clasped the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his torso, exposing the already hot skin underneath. Tossing it to the side before he took a breath and leaned forward, smirking as he did so.

"Gettin' so red over a little skin?" Kanji teased, chuckling when you whimpered. "You're such a cutie, Y/n."

You felt Aone's fingers working under the hem of your shirt, tickling your sides and hips as they found a small spot to comfortably sit and wait for further instruction at your waist.

"Lift your chin, that's it." Kanji smiled, lifting your chin up and pressing his warm lips against yours.

Lips working wonders and molding with yours so perfectly, it made your legs weak and breath shake. When your mind focused on the kisses Kanji gave you, your voice hitched when Aone's own attached themselves to the crook of your shoulder. Their warmth adds to Kanji's and makes your heart flutter.

"That's it, relax." Kanji mumbled between breaths, barely opening his eyes as he pressed deeper into your lips.

Swiping his tongue over your lower lip and slipping into the gap they made. The slick muscle swirled in your mouth, feeling out the grooves and crevices as the heat between your thighs grew. Aone's suckling of hickeys adding to the mounting pleasure you were feeling.

"So warm.." Aone muttered, letting his fingers lift up towards your still covered breasts an inch.

This felt so much more intense than the normal grinding against their crotches and touching through clothes. And with the feelings in your chest, you're surprised that you waited so long to tell them. All the worrying that you did was a waste of time. The soft skin of their fingers and palms calmed you, made you feel safe and less anxious.

Working miracles on my anxiety..

"May I take this off?" Aone asked, tugging lightly at your shirt.

Giving him a quick nod, you pressed against Kanji's shoulders and took a moment to admire his strong form. His slightly tanned skin made your body squirm as he undressed your top half. Kanji's eyes wandered and locked onto your cute pink bra.

"Aw, that looks like one of my favorites, baby."

Aone rolled his eyes, undoing the clasp on the back and letting the straps fall down your shoulders. Licking his lips, Kanji helped you get the bra off and let your garments join his shirt on the floor. His dark orbs fogging at the sight of your hard nipples, his lower lip being pulled between his teeth in a hard bite.

"Fuck. Excuse my language, bunny. But, I didn't expect your tits to look so... filling." He mumbled, lowered his head and let his lips latch onto your fight nipple and suck gently.

"I'll work on this one then." Aone smiles, cupping the underside of your left breast and molding it in his large hand.

"So soft.."

Shutting your eyes didn't stop the soft mewls from leaving your throat. Kanji's tongue makes your head spin as it spun around your areola, licking the soft flesh before nibbling it and sucking harshly. A soft moan was caught by Aone as he twisted your face to look up at him and kiss you. His rough lips contrast Kanji's in the best way possible with being tender and gentle.

He always took extra care of you in anything, worrying if he'd hurt you because of his large size. Even when you had told him you could take the big hugs and rough kissing, Aone still made sure that he was softer than a cloud's fluff. It always warms your heart, but sometimes it was fun to coax at the oblivious creature he was hiding from you sometimes.

"God, your tits taste amazing, darling." Kanji spoke up, muffled by the large lump of your nipple in his mouth.

Aone's eyes trained on your clenching thighs, watching them press against each other at the teasing of Kanji. With a few flicks of his wrist, Aone slithered his large hand under your skirt and palmed at your heated sex.

Feeling out the moist spot at your shivering cunt and pressing down before moving north and circling your clit over your panties.

"A-Aone-! Wait! Mmm~" You teared up, looking down at the large hand between your thighs.

The intensity that was gathering in the cloudy air around you only got worse when your eyes glazed over and watched Kanji lower his shorts and let them fall onto the floor. Looking past the bed's side, you noticed Aone's navy T-shirt and grey sweats underneath Kanji's shorts.

"Let's take these off~" Kanji mumbled, removing Aone's hand from your panties and pulling them off.

Your skirt and undies fell to the floor, exposing your drooling clit and clenching cunt. The sight made both the mens' cocks twitch in their boxers. Being the first to see your pretty pussy made their hearts flutter and feel special; and the growing need to make you feel that emotion too only made their adrenaline pump faster.

"C'mere." Aone lifted you up, placing you down onto his lap and groaning quietly when he felt your slick press against his bulge.

Kanji watched in ecstasy as Aone gripped your hips and pressed you against his erection, the sight alone making his dick pulse. Wishing he could be both you and Aone made him shiver, the thought washing over him while he observed the gentle grinding of nethers and swallowing the lump forming in his throat.

"A-Aone- oh, please~" Not knowing what you were begging for, your fingers found the nape of Aone's hair and gently tugged at them.

A low grumble and a sharp snap of Aone's hips were the only response you got. Feeling the tip pressing against your soft lower lips even though your clothes made you mewl, your cheeks heating up when you looked down and saw Kanji inching his way over to your grinding bodies.

"You look so ready, doll." Kanji mewled, a slight edge in his voice as if he was holding back.

"But I know better than to rush a good thing. We'll make sure you're fully prepared before we decide to stuff you full."

An embarrassed flush covered your face and neck, closing your eyes moments later and pressing your cheek into Aone's chest.

Stopping his movements though, Aone let out an agitated breath and spread both his and your thighs for Kanji to make his way forward. His face heated up when his lips connected with your cunt.

"Mmm~" He moaned out, convinced he's never tasted something quite this sweet in his lifetime.

Kanji let his instincts take over and worked his tongue around your clit and teasing your quivering hole. Aone's fingers find your inner thighs and tickle the soft skin before coming together to join Kanji's tongue and lips.

Mewling out pleas for more and soft moaning of how good you felt, Aone and Kanji had never felt more proud of you. Seeing you slowly loosen up and let the pleasure overwhelm you was a sight they knew they'd love to see again and again.

Working their fingers around your aching cunt, you writhed in their arms as you felt that odd knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

"K-Kanji~ Aone~ 'm g-gonna-'' You were cut off by Aone's lips once again.

His quiet groans filling your mouth and going down your throat as yours did the same. Aone's tongue prodded at yours, whimpering into your wet cavern and making your heart skip beats.

It's too much! All of it, it's too much! I'm gonna cum soon, shit-!!

"Aah~" Kanji groaned, licking up your spilling juices into his mouth. "You taste so good when you're a cumming mess, bunny."

"A-Aaah~ Kanji~"

Aone tensed up, seeing the glint in his lover's eye as you came undone; Kanji's sight slowly making it's way over to Aone's and locking on him.

A small smirk grazed the setter's lips and it flustered Aone.

"C'mon, up you go." Kanji chirped, lifting your body up and into his lap.

Aone took the opportunity to slip off his boxers, tossing them to the side and letting them join the pile below. When he lifted his gaze back over to you and Kanji, he felt his cheeks warm up when he saw the bulge pressing up between your thighs. Flustered and embarrassed, Aone turned his attention to the nightstand. Reaching inside the drawer to find two condoms for both him and his boyfriend.

"Got 'em, 'Nobu?"

Aone nodded, raising the two packages and placing them onto the mattress next to him. Kanji smiled, turning his attention back to the soft skin of your neck, peppering a handful of kisses before flipping you around to face him.

Using his shoulders as leverage, you squeaked. "Kanji?"

"Sorry, love, but I don't think I can wait anymore." With a soft kiss to the lips, Kanji's fingers wrapped around your wrist.

"Do you mind prepping me and Aone up real quick?"

That's when you finally looked down, seeing the large member pressing against your lower tummy and thighs. A hushed whimper escaped as you gazed down at the twitching length.

Geez, didn't think she'd look so adorable.. Kanji's mind wandered to your pink cheeks. The pretty shade fitting you perfectly and making him giggle, drawing your attention away from his erection and to his eyes.

"Here." Kanji guided your hand lower to grip his base, immediately eliciting a response from you as your fingers struggled to wrap around him.

"Th-There."

"I can barely get my hand around it-" You shivered, trying your hardest to not choke on a moan.

"Yeah, I noticed." Kanji smirked, continuing to guide your soft hand up and down his shaft. "Now, move your hand like this.."

After a few moments, you got the hang of helping Kanji get hard. Fisting the semi-soft length in your hand was getting you all kinds of embarrassed. His soft groans made your face flush more than once as your heart rate quickened only added onto it.

Soon, Kanji was bucking his hips up into your palm, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back as he desperately tried to gain more friction.

You found the sight of Kanji getting a little needy was a nice one, admiring it as you continued. Aone soon helped himself and started to pump his cock into his hand, biting his lip to stop the moans from escaping.

"I think that's enough, love." Aone chuckled, pulling your hand away.

Kanji mewled in response, wiping away the tears that had managed to leave a stripe down his cheeks. Aone smiled a little, stopping himself from fisting any further and letting go of his length.

"What's next?" You questioned, looking from one partner to the other.

"C-Condom, please?" Kanji sputtered out, blushing when Aone handed up one.

"The next part is getting inside of you, bunny." Aone answered, ripping his own package open and slipping the messy thing on.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watched as the condoms slipped onto their trembling cocks. The heat rising in your core didn't help the warmth in your cunt, feeling you clench on nothing when Aone brought you back into his lap.

"Ok, ready?" Kanji asked, pressing his hands into your thighs and peppering kissing on your collarbone and jaw.

"M-Mhm." You nodded, feeling your lower half tense up the moment his tip brushed against your clit.

A small cry left you begging to be stuffed full, the want to do just that egged on both males. The need to breed you and make your theirs was overpowering, but that had to be done another time, when you were more comfortable with sex.

But the fire burning in their hearts told them to comfort you; to take the utmost care of you at this time, which you greatly appreciated.

Their soft words of praise comforted your shaky heart as they began pushing their tips into your small hole.

"God, you're so tight, bunny- fuck-!" Kanji cursed, letting his forehead press against your shoulder.

"M-Mmph-" Aone choked, his grip on your waist seeming to strengthen as he pushed his head inside.

Your fluttering pussy lips slicked up their heads as they pushed past that little barrier inside. Knowing that they were both massive in size was surprising you when it didn't even hurt. A small ache was most of the pain you felt, maybe a light sting in your abdomen, but that was the most of it.

"Sh-Shit." Your muffled tears streaked down your cheeks. "Kanji- 'Nobu- Y-You're too b-big, aaah~"

"Does it hurt?" Aone asked, kissing your temple. "Want us to stop?"

Slowing their movements, Aone rubbing circles on your sweaty skin as you took in short breaths.

They're both so goddamn big! The stretch is starting to affect my breathing and my sight- God, it's so blurry-!!

"Baby, you ok?" Kanji brought you back from your cloudy thoughts, kissing your soft lips and groaning quietly.

You nodded, letting your hands take hold of Kanji's shoulders and take some weight off of Aone's chest. After a few seconds more, Kanji and Aone started to make themselves at home on your insides.

Their heads tapping against your sensitive cervix before dozens of kisses were butterflied all over your forehead and moist cheeks.

"Comfortable, baby?" Aone asked, his steamy breath fanning your ear and making you squirm again.

Giving a quick nod, both the males began to slowly grind more and more into you. Retreating their hips back until they could completely pull to the tip before sheathing back into your warm mound.

"..m-more, please?" You whimpered, sighing at the full feel and wanting more.

Kanji and Aone took some time to get used to the stretch and their cocks before they were able to fulfill your wishes. Easing you into a quick pace was easy, letting your pretty lips form the perfect O shape as moans and gasps left your lungs.

"You like it? Feeling good?"

You could only nod in response, letting your head fall on Aone's shoulder and arching your back against him. Kanji angled himself to where he could brush his pelvis against your clit moments after Aone grinded his balls against you. Not ever leaving you empty as one pummeled into your soft walls one after the other.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fu-uck~!" You cried, tensing up as you felt a familiar knot in your tummy.

"C-C'mon, hold it. Don't cum just yet, baby, please?" Kanji asked, slowing and grinding into your hole with Aone's cock brushing against his.

The feeling of being inside of you with Kanji was soon getting to be too much for Aone; the slickness of your lower lips and Kanji's cock stroking his underside made his head spin. He could feel his own load coming soon, which he found a little surprising since he could normally last a lot longer.

Kanji wasn't in the best shape either. The tightness of your hole and the thickness of Aone's cock being fucked against his got him so close. He had to edge himself, make it last. Make it last, Kanji.

Continuing their previous movements, Aone started creating dark purple hickeys that covered most of your neck. Lapping his tongue over the finished markings, Kanji soon picked up speed with Aone.

Chasing their highs made you cum, head reeling from the unbelievably mind blowing orgasm that ripped through your core and gut.

"A-Aaah~!" You cried, eyes rolling and drool pooling from the corner of your lips.

"A-Almost there, Y/n. Almost-"

Aone was first to erupt, Kanji soon followed afterwards and cumming their brains out. The extra cum oozed from the condoms and onto the bed between your hot bodies. The large damp spot only growing underneath you as Kanji pulled from your cunt and tied off his condom.

"H-Hehehe...~" You giggled, laying next to Aone and closing your eyes.

The shifting weight on the bed let you know Kanji and Aone were getting into their cuddle spaces. Pulling blankets to cover you and them, Aone sighed and pulled you to his chest. Kissing a line up your neck and finding comfort in your hair, nuzzling into you as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

"You did good, baby." Kanji whispered as to not wake up Aone, curling up into your backside.

"Th-Thank you for taking care of me." You mumbled, the heaviness in your eyelids begging for sleep.

Kanji gave a few more kisses to your cheek and neck before he too nuzzled up to your small frame and fell asleep. The steamy air surrounding you and your boyfriends made your sleep that much more peaceful.

The stress of the day long gone, and your comfort at it's peak in Aone and Kanji's arms.

//~~//~~//

(This, by far, was the longest one yet!!)

I've had this in my drafts for a while, but I honestly had fun writing it! I've never really written for characters like Aone or Kanji so this kind of opened up things to me I might need working on! <3

Sorry it's been a minute since I've last posted! Personal problems like anxiety and the lack of creativity was taking it's toll on me, but I'm fine now!!

Can't wait to see you next post!!

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beewithknee · 3 years

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the whole world in my arms

ukai x male reader

you're stressed, tired and over it all. all you want is some long cuddles with your husband, Keishin Ukai, but of course, he's at work & there's some random criminal in your house.

God it had been a long day. Your whole body ached, your head felt like it was being split in half and now you were soaked head to toe from having to walk in the rain. Suffice to say, you were a little annoyed.

Slamming the door to your house shut, you kicked off your shoes and let out a deep, bone tired sigh. Your day had been shit and all you wanted was a little bit of TLC™, but of course, your husband was at work. You didn't blame Keishin, in fact, you were glad he got to teach his volleyballers but some days (like today) you just wanted to come home and curl up in the arms of the man you loved with your whole heart.

A strange noise brought you out of your little pity-party. You internally cursed, either you had left a window open and stuff was now everywhere OR there was a criminal in your house. Sadly, you knew it had to be the latter as you also meticulously checked windows before you felt for work. Quite frankly, you didn’t have the energy to deal with this. “Look, if someone’s there, I'm tired and if you leave right now I won't chase you or call the cops.” You called out, the rattling became quieter and you reached up to pull your tie off. “Look, my husband will be home soon and he’s gonna be a whole lot less tolerate about you being here and I really don’t wanna have deal with a lecturing husband so you’ve got 2 minutes to get your ass out of my house before I call the cops and an ambulance for all the broken bones i'm gonna give you.” Your voice once again floated through the house and anyone with ears could tell that you weren’t fucking around. You could feel your hand clenched into fists, slightly shaking with fear despite your scarily calm (angry) exterior. Footsteps echoed through your mind as the uninvited guest came and stood behind you. All the hairs on your body stood to attention as you tried to sense any of their movements. “...baby” wait… you knew that voice. Whipping around your jaw dropped at the sight “Keishin?!” Obviously it was a dumb reaction, but your mind was still playing catch up with the fact that it was your husband standing there, not some random robber.

“Mhm, practice was cancelled and I wanted to surprise. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, love.” He smiled gently taking in your slightly trembling form. You huffed a laugh, shoulders dropping and stress mildly leaving your body. “It’s okay. This is our home, you're allowed to be here.” “I know but thank you, my incredible husband.” The dyed blond always said cheesy things like that and it always made you do the weird fluttery thing. “Now, can I show you your surprise?” Ukai whispered before placing a feather light kiss to your cheek. You nodded as the adrenaline left you and the exhaustion finally caught up with your whole body. Hands laced together and giggling like the lovesick teenagers you once were, you two ventured deeper unto the house before arriving at your destination. “Oh Kei, I don’t know what to say.” You gasped, awestruck by the roses and stunning bathroom. Ukai cheeks gained a bright pink shade as he kissed you ever so delicately. “I know you’ve been having a hard time at work and been doing a lot for me, so tonight I'm gonna take care of you.” Your husband shyly explained, eyes averting with the fear that you'd hate it. Fingers snuck under his chin and brought his lips to yours with a kiss that assured him of your gratitude and love. Slowly the two of you got undressed, sharing innocent pecks with every item removed. “Step in, my love, I'm gonna get in behind you.” The words were soft, neither of you dared to break the calm that had settled in the rose and candle filled room. Doing as instructed, you slipped into warm water, Keishin putting his legs on the other side of you and pulling you into his chest. You felt safe, warm and comfortable, you could practically feel the stress and anger melting with each touch your lover pressed to your skin. “Thank you so much Kei. I don’t know what I'd do without you.” You breathed calmly. The rain added to the quiet, peaceful atmosphere that made it seem like the world only consisted of you two.

You didn't know when your eyes slipped close, but you did notice when the vibrations of the blond humming began to flow through your body and the melody floated through the air. You’d recognize that sound anywhere. “Our wedding song.” You hummed, a smile pulled at his lips and an affirmation was given (not that it was needed) Hands crept their way on your hair, silently asking for permission to wash the strands. You tilted your head back into his calloused yet gentle fingers, relishing in the affection and letting your emotions settle for a bit. Lying there, calm water lapping at your skin, your husband's steady hands washing your hair and his warm body pressed against yours, you felt peaceful. You felt loved and cared for. And like, for the first time in a long while, that you could let go and let someone else take over for a while. “Tilt your head back a bit darling.” He instructed sweetly, a smile clear in his voice. You did as told and felt the water rush over your head, rinsing it clean. That repeated a couple of times until his hands vanished entirely and were replaced by a soapy cloth. “You don’t have to do this, you know.” You breathed out as the cloth left suds in its path. “I know.” He agreed just as quietly. This time around, your sigh was one of gratitude and happiness, the chaos of earlier completely forgotten. Affectionate words were exchanged in the candle-light all while delicate hands traced your body in the softest, most addicting way. “You are the most gorgeous man I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon.” Keishin murmured against your neck, sweetly talking to you so nicely. “And you are the best man I have ever gotten the honour of being with.” You chuckled, equally as sappy but neither of you cared honestly. Ever so lovingly, you were turned around to face your husband and more smiley kisses were exchanged. Placing your head on top of his, you wrapped your arms round his back and laughed at a particular thought that became apparent. “What's so funny?” he questioned, confused. Giggling some more, you replied lovingly. “Well right now, I have the whole world in my arms, Keishin Ukai.” You both smiled (somewhat shyly) before he wrapped a slim arm around your waist. “As do I, [Name] Ukai. As do I.”

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Ayo do you write for poly relationships?

If that's so, could you do a cc!Karlnapity x male reader? Quackity is hella stressed because of law school and is very tired so the others just

Do little things for him, like acts of service and just, being supportive---

Feel free to say no if it makes you uncomfortable :>

Yep. I myself am poly but not in a relationship yet. So I am perfectly comfortable with it.

We believe in you.

Summary: quackity needs some tlc. With the stress of law school higher then ever you, karl, and sapnap decide to take care of him while he studies.

Pronouns: he him his

Quackity. The hyper happy streamer. Was in his office/streaming room studying for finals.

The stress he was under was immense and all you and your two other boyfriends wanted to do was comfort him and help him through this intense time.

You were monitoring how much he has eaten or drank today. That counter was at zero. The amount of times for a stressful break was monitored by karl. And the bathroom breaks by sapnap. With all of the counters at zero you guys went to work.

You were the only one that could cook in this house. The others would burn it down. So you were always on dinner duty. Or lunch. Even breakfast.

Whipping up some tomato soup and grilled cheese you were quick to plate it. These we're quick simple and the best thing for them to consume.

While sapnap and karl were harassing him to get up you were setting up the living room for a mental break for him. Setting it up for two episodes of the show you guys were watching you yelled up to them. "guys I'm done. And if you have to drag him."

You were making him take this break. Whether he liked it or not. Cramming can be useful yes. But not all the time. Not for hours on end with no food or water. Watching your two boyfriends literally dragging your third one down you smirked.

"So. You thought that you could get away with not eating, drinking, or even bathroom breaks. You thought wrong." Quackity stared at you. That look. He's seen it before.

"No. No! If I don't study I can't pass!" He was desperate to get out of their arms. Walking up to him you squished his cheeks. "Hun. It's gonna be an hour at max. You need to eat. Get some water. We're worried. You haven came out of that room for over 6 hours. Meaning you haven't eaten, haven't filled your water bottle, haven't used the bathroom. It's not healthy. And your brain needs fuel. Not energy drinks." He looked at you for a moment.

What you said was true. Every human needs it. But he just wanted to finish his notes. The ones that he said would be done in less then three hours. The ones that he could study for the final exam with.

But all three of your guys puppy dog eyes won him over.

"Fine. But no longer then an hour." He fully gave in. Letting go of his face you smiled. "Great! I made grilled cheese and tomato soup." Quackity looked over with stars in his eyes.

"You could of just said that Mi Amor. You know I would die for you soup." Rolling you eyes to him as he quickly picked up his plate and bowl.

This man.

He was scarfing it down like he was a starving man.

I mean waking up, studying, and not eating at all does that to you.

As the show played quackity seemed to relax a bit more. That was all you wanted. Him to sit back, relax, give himself a break.

Sadly the two episodes were over faster then they began. Leaving quackity to go back upstairs. Laving his three worried boyfriends.

"Okay guys." They looked at you confused for a sec.

"Every hour we bring him something. Water, a snack, blanket, hot drinks, cuddles. What ever you want. Just make sure he's taking care of himself alright?" They nodded.

"Good. Who's on first hour duty?" Karl was quick. He was nearly springing out of his seat as he raised his hand.

You were fine with it because your took at least two hours.

You were making cookies.

You knew the boys couldn't resist any of the baked goods you made. After all you were a cooking and baking youtuber.

So as the hours passed by the guys kept reminding quackity to take breaks. Telling him to go to the bathroom, stretch his legs a little, have a hug.

So when you finished the last batch it was your turn up there. Bringing a plate full of cookies and milk with you, you knocked gently.

"I swear to God sapnap if you're there again I'm going to ki-." He opened the door and looked directly at you. "Not sapnap this time I brought cookies though!" He greedily grabbed the cookies and milk, letting you in as he did so.

"So studying been going well?" He shrugged. "Could be better could be worse." Laughing lightly you sat in one of the chairs there.

"But way better now that you brought me cookies." Shaking your head you stretched. "Honestly if I didn't decide to learn. I would of never met you guys. But boy am I happy for that. Now I'm with my three handsome boyfriends. One of them ever so cuddly. The other quite the amazing voice. And lastly my extremely smart boy who is going to help so many people when he passes his finals." He tilted his head at you.

Standing up you kissed his forehead. "I belive in you alex. Just remember that your mental health is just as important as this exam." Your voice was soft on his forehead.

"Yeah! You are one of the smartest j have met! Don't you dare give up. But don't you dare mentally strain yourself!" Sapnap was loud.

Rolling your eyes you looked at the two in the door way.

"Yeah! We're here for you alex. If you need a small break we'll always be right here for you! Be it a hug, kiss, cookie, a tv break. Even just an hour of us laying in bed doing nothing except talking. We're here for you!" Karl was quick to add on. God you loved them yet they always tend to get way to cheesy.

"God you guys. I have no clue what I'm going to do with you three. I can't thank you enough." Quackity was about ready to break down in tears. With the ruffle of the hair you smiled brightly.

"No need. You are going through something that you need to work hard on. We aren't going to let you not take care of yourself." You opened your arms. On arm around quackity already.

You were inviting the other two over to join the hug.

Rushing over their arms over layed quackity and you. Squeezing the life out of you both.

God. Don't let this dream come to an end.

Bouns:

At the end of the day. All you, sapnap, and karl knew was the day coming to an end. This wasn't going to end with out quackity.

"Hey. Alex. How close are you to being done?" He turned to you. You hadn't really interuped him the whole time only every once in a while to bring up a snack. He looked up and down your pajama clad body.

He shook his head lightly. "You get comfortable with karl and sapnap. I'll be there in about 15-20 minutes." Nodding lightly you walked up the stairs. Leading to the massive room. This was the room you all shared. While also having your own room for when you wanted to sleep separately.

Karl and sapnap laid awake in their respective spots. "He's not coming to bed?" Sapnap asked. You shook your head.

"He said 15-20 minutes." Crawling between the taller ones you left space for quackity to crawl in.

He was a little off from the 15-20 minutes. He took 30 instead. But you weren't complaining one of your main sources of heat for the night was now in the bed, curled up, head on your chest, hands lightly intertwined with the other two.

Leaving your hands open to lightly comb his hair back and massage his scalp and back. This man was studying for at least 12 hours. And he deserved it.

There was no complaints from anyone. Not even quackity which was quite unusual. Except for the fact he had passed out almost as soon as your fingers started at his scalp.

His little snores brought a smile to your face while little giggles came from karl. While a chuckel came from sapnap. It's unusual for quackity to fall asleep first. But you wouldn't change it.

Not for the world.

*Ahem* I am now one year on testosterone! God it's been a weird journey but I do feel happier about myself.

Also I loved this fluffy tooth rotting oneshot. It made me happy to shower quackity, karl, and sapnap in love. They deserve it!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night/morning/evening.

Eli out.

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hypmic-writings · 2 years

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Ko-Fi Request

I'd like you to write something about Hitoya coming home after a long day of work, and the s/o is there to welcome him and help him relax (could go into the NSFW territory if you're inspired). The s/o would be male or gender neutral, I don't really mind. Would you be interested in this idea ? have a nice day !

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Pairing: Hitoya Amaguni x reader

Genre: Fluff/NSFW

Warnings: Oral Sex, Swallowing, Teasing

Word Count: 2,508

A/N: This one was so fun to write and I loved adding the spicy bit too! Hitoya always deserves a little TLC so it was perfect! Hope you enjoy~

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT; 18+ ONLY - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You heard the front door open as you turned around to watch your fiancé walk in. It was cozy on the couch by the fireplace, but in an instant you were on your feet and headed towards Hitoya.

“Welcome home,” you said, softly as you grabbed his briefcase from his hands. Hitoya shot you a grateful look and groaned as he hung his jacket up on a nearby rack.

“Thank you, darling,” he said with a tired smile. You didn’t need to give him another look over to know that his day had been far from a good one.

“Long day?” you simply asked, wanting to give him space. You hated to crowd him when he’d just gotten home, but you wanted him to know that you were there for him. Hitoya sighed and nodded, kissing your temple before heading straight for the couch. He flopped down with a groan as he began to tell you all about his day.

“The deposition took way longer than we expected. Practically all of our evidence was botched and it was all because of a newbie lawyer that doesn’t understand the chain of command,” he sighed, rubbing his neck. “There are two things I don’t like. One, when your socks get wet through your shoes, and two, when people don’t know how to do their jobs properly,” he said, his tone a combination of annoyance and frustration.

You took a seat beside him and instinctively replaced his hands with your own, reaching over to rub his neck for him as he loosened his tie. It was always a beautiful sight to see Hitoya pull his tie off and you had to compose yourself and avert your gaze.

“I’m sure they’re still just learning the ropes. And you’re such a good lawyer, I bet you managed to win the case even without their help,” you said, kissing his shoulder softly. Hitoya closed his eyes, hummed and you knew that the ego boost was already helping him to relax. You could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly leave as you softly rubbed them. There was a slight pause where you could hear Hitoya’s constant breath, calming and quieting

“I got us some dinner from your favorite place if you’re hungry at all,” you mentioned, your voice dropping. The room was quieter now and you didn’t want Hitoya to feel any more stress than he already did. He groaned under your fingers and shook his head.

“It’s alright, there was some extra food leftover at the court house so I managed to snag some of that before I left,” he said. His eyes opened slowly as he turned towards you, making your fingers pause in their tracks. “Thank you for thinking of me, though, Y/N,” Hitoya said, kissing your hand that was still lingering on his shoulder.

“Of course,” you chuckled, settling further into the couch. “I knew you’d be tired so I figured it would be better to just get food from somewhere else. Anyways, it’s in the fridge so you can eat it tomorrow if you’re not hungry later tonight,” you added, wanting Hitoya to know that there was no pressure to eat the food you’d brought.

“Maybe later…I should probably take a shower at some point,” he mused, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling. You hummed in agreement, but when he made no move to get off of the couch you could only smile at him snuggling into his side. The TV in front of you was blank and you instinctively reached for the remote.

“Do you want to watch something? It might help you relax a bit before bed,” you offered. Hitoya shook his head and grabbed ahold of your hand to stop you.

“No, if we turn something on, I’ll probably fall asleep immediately,” he sighed, resting his head on his shoulder before turning to you and kissing your forehead slowly.

“It’s too early to sleep right now,” you mused, glancing at the clock on the wall. “You’ll be waking up way too early in the morning if you pass out now,” you added, knowing how crazy

Hitoya’s schedule could be. The last thing you wanted was for him to go to work and end up falling asleep at his desk. You didn’t think his legal clients would take very well to that.

“You’re right. Then we should do something to keep us both awake, otherwise I’ll fall asleep on you and neither of us will be able to get off of this couch,” he stated with a chuckle.

“Okay, what should we do?” you asked as you laughed lightly at his sentiment, nodding in agreement as you looked towards him. After a moment passed, Hitoya’s gaze turned towards you as well and your eyes met, holding each other there.

“What?” you asked with a nervous laugh, feeling your heart skip a beat as you realized how close he was to you.

“Nothing,” he chuckled back.

Despite the fact that you were engaged, Hitoya never ceased to amaze you. Even staring into his eyes for such a short amount of time could make you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach just waiting to burst free. It was only then that you suddenly had an idea of what to do to help him stay awake.

“Actually, I was just thinking,” you said in a low voice, your hand raising up to his face. You caressed him softly there for a moment before your hand dropped to his shoulder, trailing slightly down his arm.

“Well that’s never good, what were you thinking about?” he asked, a smile playing at his lips while your eyes narrowed. You had a feeling that he already knew what you were about to say.

“Thinking about how we’re planning on keeping you awake,” you whispered, bringing your face down slightly closer to his. You could see his eyes beginning to darken as you leaned closer to him.

Immediately the atmosphere changed, becoming much sultrier and heavier. The charged air made your heart skip a beat as heat flew through your body at the insinuations. You loved moments like these, moments that were too few and far between when you both had such busy schedules.

“I can think of something…” Hitoya teased softly before you reached to press your lips onto his.

The kiss was unusually soft and gentle for your normal pace, and it was followed by small, slow peppered kisses. You knew that Hitoya had had a long day and you only wanted to focus on him right now. You were sure that he would try to take the lead, but you made a mental note in your brain to make sure he was able to relax first.

You let out a small as you continued to kiss him deeper, taking control as your tongue worked its way into his mouth. You turned your body towards him on the couch, practically falling into his lap as you clutched tightly onto his shirt, bunching it up beneath your fingers. Every now and then, Hitoya would let out a small moan into the kiss and you would only want to kiss him harder.

“Hitoya…” you mumbled, turning towards him so that you could be closer to his warmth. He easily pulled you fully onto this lap, wrapping you up in his arms and making your squeal at the sudden movement.

“This is definitely gonna keep me awake,” Hitoya chuckled. He moved to wrap his arms around you, but you pushed back, sitting tall in his lap and bringing your finger up to wag it at him.

“Uh-uh,” you tutted. “You just sit there and relax, okay? Let me take care of you for once,” you chuckled. Hitoya’s eyes widened but you simply wrapped your arms around his neck as you dipped in to kiss him once more, inadvertently rubbing up against his growing bulge. Your action rewarded you with a moan from him and you sighed deeply as he allowed you to kiss him.

It was hard to get Hitoya to relax, but it was even harder to get him to give up control. Normally, he was the one taking the lead in the bedroom, but you had been wanting to return the favor. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to show him a good time, and you really wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself and properly relaxed.

“Damn, Y/N,” Hitoya moaned as you pressed yourself harder against him, rubbing yourself against his clothed bulge. You continued to kiss him hard for a few moments, letting his hands wander around your arms and down your sides, but when his hands finally got comfortable resting on your ass, that’s when you knew it was time.

You pulled away from him with a teasing smile, standing up and away from his lap, looking down at him for only a moment while you kept eye contact. Then, ever so slowly, you dropped to your knees in front of him, pushing his legs apart and settling down in the space in between. Hitoya watched you like a hawk, and as soon as he realized what you were doing, he let out an audible groan.

“Y/N,” he moaned as you trailed your hands from his knees up to his thighs, rubbing them over the clothed skin. You watched Hitoya as he looked down at you, eyes half lidded in a trance.

“Just relax, baby,” you said with a chuckle, your hands gravitating towards his belt as you skillfully undid the buttons, pulling away his belt and tossing it to the side. As you finally worked his pants off, Hitoya let out a groan when you dropped them down to his knees and pulled away his underwear, cock already halfway hard and standing at attention. “Someone’s excited,” you chuckled, ghosting your finger along the underside of his cock as he hissed out in sensitivity.

“God you look so good down there,” Hitoya mused, head slightly tilted to the side as he watched you play with his member. You hummed in amusement but took his challenge as you began to work your fingers expertly along his cock, rubbing it up and down slowly but firmly.

Every breath that escaped Hitoya’s lips was a blessing you considered to be one of your own. His noises were sinful and you loved hearing each one, counting them at first but quickly losing count. You watched him carefully, taking note of every movement he made, wanting to read his body language to ensure you were hitting all the best spots for him.

When you finally thought that you had tortured him enough, you dropped your hands to the base of his cock and bent down, twirling your tongue around the tip of it, precum already drooling out. Hitoya let out another groan and instinctively pushed his hips towards you, making you push his thighs aside even more and chuckle lightly.

“You like that?” you asked, with a smirk on your face. Hitoya wasn’t looking down at you anymore though, his eyes shut tightly as he leaned his head back against the couch.

“Yes, that feels so good,” Hitoya let out, practically in a gasp

You watched with bated breath as his fingers dug into the arms of the sofa, each one curled up in response to your mouth playing with his cock. Every time you would suck another inch down, Hitoya would tense up, the muscles in his thighs flexing under your hands. It only made the heat in your stomach burn hotter to know that you had such an effect on the man you loved.

As you began to bob up and down on his rather long member, you took a moment to glance up at his face, watching his eyes squeeze tighter with each of your sucks. His lips were pressed together, but every now and then he would let out a small groan, especially when you worked your tongue along the bottom of his cock.

The air was heavy, you could practically feel it all around you and you knew that this wouldn’t go on for much longer. The tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm began as HItoya’s breaths became heavier and he began to thrust haphazardly into your mouth. It gave you a second wind, and although it made you gag a few times, you tried your best to work your mouth around his length, wanting him to feel as much pleasure as possible.

It didn’t take long for him to finally get pushed over the edge, and when he did, it was with a loud groan as he bucked towards you, making his cock go even deeper into your throat as he came. You swallowed hard before releasing him from your mouth, panting hard.

The once quiet room was now filled with both of your gasps as you laid back on your heels, panting slightly from the rush of what you had just done. Meanwhile, Hitoya’s head was still leaned backwards, eyes closed as he let out a gruff moan, making shivers send down your skin. You didn’t bother to put his pants back up as you crawled back up to the couch, snuggling into his side as you kissed his neck.

“Did that feel good?” you asked with a chuckle. “Are you awake and relaxed now?”

Hitoya finally brought his head back down, a small smirk coming to his lips as he turned towards you, seeing your cheeky face. He was quick to pull you in for a kiss, the lingering taste of himself there as he sighed.

“Definitely feeling better, that’s for sure,” he said when he pulled away. You hummed as he pulled up his pants, loosely wearing them around his waist. “It’s been a while since we’ve had enough time to do that,” he added, glancing over to you.

“Yea, I know,” you agreed. “I figured there was no point in waiting for more time though. Might as well take advantage when the moment…arises,” you said, poking his bulge for emphasis. Hitoya shot you a look before smiling and shaking his head.

“Alright, I get it,” Hitoya said with a knowing smile. “You didn’t have to do that though, I’m always having long days.”

“I know, but I wanted to,” you mused. “I figured it would be fun for both of us, and you can’t lie and tell me that it wasn’t,” you laughed suggestively.

“You’re too much for me,” he said as he kissed your head. “God I love you. That was really good though, I’m impressed with your technique,” he sighed as you hugged his arm.

“Well, if you’d like, we can go take a shower and I can show you some of my…other techniques that I’ve been working on,” you winked, leaning against his shoulder as you glanced up at him. Hitoya chuckled as he checked the time and nodded.

“Nothing would make me happier.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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anxietyriddled101 · 3 years

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What is Waiting in the Woods? Chapter 1

Male Werewolf Monster x Female Human Reader | SFW

The world is filled with so many different colors. Green. Blue. Pink. Maroon, that one has always been your favorite. There are more colors than you can even imagine. For you though...? The colors that you see are ‘dull’ and ‘lifeless.’ Your mother says you only perceive them like that because you’re sad… In her mind, it's because your dad died, but the truth is you’re happy he's gone. It's a little messed up to say about your parent, you know, but it's how you feel. He wasn't a good person, Momma just could never see it.

When they met she was 17 and he was 23. He just ‘liked her too much to leave her alone.’ Your grandparents from your mother's side never liked him, they could see him for what he was. A real monster. One who was ugly on the inside. Now he's dead, passed away peacefully in his sleep. It’s almost unfair, after all the pain and suffering he made you go through. Trauma that is unknown to anyone but you now.

So, now your mother and you are moving in with your grandparents into a town in the middle of nowhere called Trotwood, where you don’t know anyone. Don’t get it twisted though, you’re not complaining. The place where you lived previously everyone knew your dad, he was the Chief of Police after all. He was the very picture of ‘for the people.' Almost everyone loved him, almost… You wanted to get away from the world where everyone thought ‘perfect’ when they thought of him, so you were happy to go.

“Luca! Look! We are almost to the house! You’re gonna love it.”

Looking up from your phone, you take in your surroundings. A long, winding driveway leading up to a two-story house sitting on a hill in the middle of the woods greets your eyes. It looks worn down but stable. Honestly, just slap a new coat of paint on it and fix a few obvious things and it would look great. Some good ole TLC. You wonder how old the building is... You know that your great-grandfather gave it to your grandparents as a wedding gift. Preferring the old-fashioned way, they probably kept it mostly how he made it.

Wait.

Whipping around to face your mother, clear distress in your voice, you ask “Momma, does this place even have internet?!”

Glancing at you with the biggest shit-eating grin, she replies with a smug “NOPE.” With a distressed roar, you fall back into the moving van's seat with your hands covering your face. Your mother lets out a devious giggle while parking the van in front of the garage door. “Come on, honey! You are twenty-five, beautiful, and completely single. It would do you good to get out of the house for something other than work and food… Honestly, I need to get out of the house more often too. How about once we are done unpacking, we go to town and shop? We can look for a new job for you too!”

With a look that could only be described as a moody teen glare for being called out, you reluctantly agreed. “Fine, but you are buying lunch! Considering I have no money because someone suddenly asked me to move out of state with her, even when she knew I was flat broke.” You pull on your jacket, knowing it’s not made for winter weather but having nothing else.

Opening her door, she offhandedly replied “yes, yes. Now be careful, the driveway is gonna be slippery because of the snow. Don’t worry about anything other than your overnight bag and your electronics! I’m sure mom is gonna recruit some big, strong men up here to help unload tomorrow.” Sighing while opening the passenger door, you grab your things and head to the front door with your giggly mother.

As soon as you both get close to the door, it swings open revealing your grandparents. “My grandbaby! Oh, look at you, all grown up now! Come, come! It’s cold outside and late. We can do all the unloading tomorrow. I’ll call up some of the young boys in town and ask them for some help,” your grandmother says while moving to wrap you up in her arms.

Your mother looks at you with a smirk on her face, “I told you.” She moves inside and immediately starts removing her jacket, boots, and scarf while greeting your grandfather.

Giving your mother a look, you greet your grandmother while moving inside. “Hi, Nana, did you get the gifts that I sent you guys?”

The warmth of the house envelopes you in its comforting embrace. You start to have that telltale feeling of tingles in your toes from not having proper boots. How can it be this cold here? It’s gonna take some time to get used to.

Your grandmother looks a little nervous after she hears you ask. “Yes, sweetie, but I hope you don’t mind but I gave some things to our local snow plower and his son. He is such a sweetheart and very handsome too! He is actually one of our single fishermen. I’ll definitely call him to help with the unloading tomorrow so you can meet him.”

You almost fall taking off your shoes. “Nana, are you trying to hook me up with someone already? You know I’m not interested in dating anyone. I just wanna focus on making money and enjoying the peace and quiet.”

“Oh, fine! Even though you two would make me the cutest great-grandbabies!”

“Clarice! You leave our beautiful grandbaby alone,” Gramps shouts while smiling as he walks up to give me a big bear hug. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Fine, now that I’m no longer stuck in that van anymore. It almost felt like we were gonna have to live in it,” you grimace while rolling your shoulders. Your body is gonna ache in the morning. “Oh my lord! I can’t wait to sleep in an actual bed. If you don’t mind, can I just go to sleep now and we do all the reunion stuff tomorrow?”

Your mother jumps in before Nana and Gramps can say anything. “Luca was the one driving most of the time, so I think that’s a good idea. Where are our rooms? So we can put our stuff down and she can sleep more than two hours.”

“Oh, my poor baby! Yes, we can show you where you guys will be sleeping. Though you're gonna wanna put your shoes and jacket back on- Wait let me get you one of my warmer jackets for you to use until you get one of your own," Gramps started searching through the closet by the door.

Perplexed, you asked “what do you mean ‘I might want to get my boots and jacket back on?’ Am I not allowed to sleep inside the house or something? Am I staying at a motel?” At this point, you’re just dreading having to get in a car so soon again.

“Oh, no! No! Here, put this on and follow me. It’s not even that far from the house and it has a pathway cover so that the path doesn’t get as much snow. It’s a loft house so you’ll have your privacy and you won’t have us waking you up or disturbing you,” Gramps explains while we walk out the back door. Going down the stairs of the back porch, you see what he was talking about. The pathway is protected by a thick roof awning with basketweave walls and wall lights, every once in a while there is a gap in the walls to let you out into the woods.

Not even 3 minutes of being in what can only be described as the tunnel to Winterland, you come to the exit. Sitting in front of you is a small but more modern-looking A-frame cabin.

“We thought if you ever visited us you would want something like this, so we had it built a few years ago. Now you get to live here and have your own space. It has indoor plumbing and its own complete kitchen, we put a few snacks and water bottles in the fridge for you. A flat-screen TV, a futon couch, and an office area. Then up these stairs is the loft, it has a queen mattress with an abundance of pillows and if you want more blankets or a heating blanket, this little closet here will have what you need. There is a wood stove in the living room and the wood is in the wood chest outside by the door, make sure you shut it properly or the logs will become too moist to burn. I already started the fire for you so it’s nice and warm,” he says as he opens the door.

In amazement, you look around the small loft house. “Gramps, it’s perfect! You guys didn’t have to build this for me. I could have just stayed in one of the guest rooms in the house.” Dropping your bag on the coffee table, you turn to your grandfather. “I can’t believe you guys had this built for me…”

Your grandfather smiled. “I’m glad you like it! Well, here are the matches for the woodstove. I’m gonna let you go to sleep and head back to the house now. Have a good rest, sweetie.” He sets down a large box of matches on the kitchen counter and then walks over to give you a kiss on the forehead.

“Thanks, Gramps. Be careful on the way back. Don’t fall and break your hip,” you say as he opens the door to leave.

He whips his head around looking offended, “I am sixty-eight, not a fragile ninety-year-old!”

Laughing you shout a 'goodnight' as you grab your sleeping clothes and make your way up the stairs. Hearing his 'goodnight' and the door shut, you begin to change. Sighing, you look through the large window behind the bed out into the dark woods. You jump as you see two glowing eyes out in the dark. “Well, at least it was only an animal that just watched me change and not a person.”

Waking up the next morning, you head to the bathroom downstairs. “Oh, good! There’s even a washer and dryer. I don’t have to walk to the house just to do laundry.” Grabbing the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash sitting on the counter you sniff them. “Hmmm… This isn’t made for color-treated hair and I don’t particularly like citrus scents. I’ll have to get some when I go shopping with Momma.”

After your shower and getting ready, you start walking to the house. “Ugh, this wasn’t a good idea. My hair is freezing! But I don’t have my blowdryer unpacked yet.” You see something pass by through one of the gaps in the pathway walls out of the corner of your eye, making you stop and look. Seeing only a small rabbit you continue to the house, “ okay... Those creepy animal eyes last night are making me paranoid.”

Speed walking to the house, you open the door to see your mother and grandparents in the kitchen. Your mother and grandmother are pulling things from the fridge and your grandfather is sitting at the kitchen table filling out a crossword puzzle.

Your grandfather was the first to see you. “Hello, sweetheart! I hope you slept well. The girls were about to start on breakfast. Come sit with me.”

At the mention of food, your stomach growls loudly. Embarrassed, you cover your stomach with your hand and rush to sit at the table with him. “Hi, Gramps. Still obsessed with word puzzles? How many of those puzzle books do you have? I might steal one for later.”

“Go right ahead, sweetheart.”

Your grandmother brings over some cups and a pitcher of orange juice. “Sweetie, the boys from town will be here to help unload in an hour. Marco will be any second to plow the driveway to your cabin. So when he knocks, will you let him in?” Right after you give her a nod, you hear a large truck pull up and start plowing the snow off a hidden driveway branching off the main one. “Oh! Speak of the devil!”

After ten minutes of doing crossword puzzles with your grandfather, you hear a knock at the door.

Getting up, you go to the front door and open the door just as this Marco fellow is about to knock again. “Uh, I was called here to help with plowing the driveway to the cabin in the back and, uh, it’s done” he says in a gruff voice while lowering his arm awkwardly. You were too distracted by his appearance to respond or even move out of the doorway to let him in.

Standing before you was a man standing at about six-foot-two. Skin as white as snow with hair to match, long and braided resting on his shoulder. His red eyes are curtained by his long white lashes that brush against his pink cheeks. Square jaw, plump kissable lips surrounded by a white goatee, and thick eyebrows. He even had that lumberjack build you see in those naughty calenders. This man was a unique type of handsome.

His face suddenly shifts, his eyebrows scrunch together and his eyes darken. Grunting and nudging you to the side to get in, he grumbles “it’s rude to stare.” After successfully moving you out of the way and getting himself out of the cold, he hangs up all his winter gear on one of the coat hooks and takes his boots off. Scratch that, the jerk’s not handsome. Nope.

Without thinking of consequences, you sarcastically respond with “well, it’s rude to just walk into someone’s house as if you own it.”

Oops. You have a bit of a bratty side. You can usually keep it under wraps but something about him just made that side of you itch to act out.

Seeing him walking down the hallway and toward the kitchen, you scramble to close the door and follow him. “Wait! Uh-” But it was too late, he’s already greeting your grandparents.

“G’morning, everyone.” Turning to your mother, he introduces himself, “hello, ma’am. It’s nice to finally meet the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings. They constantly talk about you and your daughter. They were very excited when they informed the town that you two would be moving here. Though, I heard from them that you actually grew up here.”

Your mother is visibly swooning over how ‘gentlemanly’ and ‘handsome’ he is. Shaking his hand, she says “yes, I did. Though I moved away for college and then stayed because I got married.”

“Well, glad to have you back, ma’am.”

Putting her hand to her cheek in embarrassment, your mother chides him. “Oh, stop with the ‘ma’am’ thing! You can call me Kelsi!”

Ugh, your mother is already wrapped around his finger! If he wasn’t such a jerk, you would be to though.

“Anyways, I would love to stay but someone radioed in and informed us that a tree fell on a road to the West. Meaning, we will need most of everyone who was going to help you move in to move the tree instead. Only two are able to help you today. Sam and Adam Whitaker.”

“Oh no! That’s fine! Just the twins will be enough. I’ll get our giant thermos and some disposable coffee cups for you to take some coffee to warm yourselves up, you can just drop it off later. Was anyone hurt?” Your grandmother rushes to pull out the thermos and pour coffee into it.

“Thank you, Mrs. Hemmings, that’s sweet of you. Also, no. I was told nobody was hurt, thankfully.” He carefully took the giant thermos and something square wrapped in a napkin. “Oh? What’s this?”

Your grandmother gives him a loving smile and says, “some coffee cake to snack on since you can’t stay for breakfast.”

Smiling boyishly, he said thank you and a quick goodbye to everyone. Turning and heading for the door, he gave a quick glance to you while walking past. Your mother and grandmother went back to making breakfast while your grandfather stays standing in front of you. Awkwardly holding yourself, you make eye contact with your grandfather. He’s giving you a knowing look, flicking his eyes between you and the hallway behind you.

Sighing, you rush back to the front entrance to see him geared up and already closing the door. “Wait!” Grabbing the door, you pull it open and take a step outside. “I’m sorry! Uh, that I was, uhm, staring earlier! It’s just that, uh-” Seeing him stop, you felt relief but only for a second before it was crushed, the next words that come out of his mouth made you fume.

“First time seeing an albino? Ha! Sorry, but I’m not a part of some freakshow for you to stare at like an idiot,” he says as he shakes his head. After he got done bashing you, he continued on to his truck. By this time, your thick socks were no longer protecting you from the freezing snow underneath your feet.

Frustrated, you take another large step forward to a small snowbank. Bending down you gather snow and pack it into a loose ball. Standing up, you immediately throw it at the back of his head, making him flinch. “I was staring cause I thought you were handsome, but you know what? Fuck you! You’re just an asshole who likes to put words in other people’s mouths.” Huffing, you turn and run back inside slamming the door and pressing your back to it.

Looking up you see your mother and grandparents peeking at you from the kitchen doorway. Clearing his throat, your grandfather guided you back into the kitchen. “Alright, enough of that! Let’s get those socks off, hang them by the fire so they can dry, and eat some food. Tell your Nana and me what you two have been up to these last couple of years while we wait for the twins to get here.”

Sighing you go to hang up your socks and make a plate.

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Back That Ass Up"

The 1990's...a time when most rock bands and singers didn't sexually objectify women in their songs and music videos.

A time when popular female singers, from female singer-songwriters to lead singers of bands to R&B singers, barely ever showed their bodies off and used sex to sell themselves.

A time when it seemed like women who defined the decade were sarcastic, deadpan, nonsexualized alt girls like Janeane Garofalo, Juliana Hatfield and Daria from the titular MTV cartoon.

A time where you had riot grrrl bands like Bikini Kill angrily protesting rape and sexual assault.

A time when Gwen Stefani, who was then known for being the lead singer of a band, stating how she's "had it up to here" with sexism while she points to her forehead.

A time when Sonic Youth's Kim Gordon asked "Are you gonna liberate us girls with your male white corporate oppression?" and Queen Latifah making diss tracks towards misogynistic men.

But then...as the 1990's come to a close, just when you thought professional wrestling had dwindled in popularity when so many of their top stars during the 1980's left the World Wrestling Federation, pro wrestling made a comeback in 1996 and 1997 due to Hulk Hogan turning heel and a wrestling company known as WCW was beating the WWF (World Wrestling Federation, not World Wildlife Fund) in the ratings.

What was the WWF to do?

Instead of having a kid friendly product that seemed like a live action Saturday morning cartoon and had their faces of the company not using profanity or adult-like things despite having lots of charisma and being fan favorites with the audience, the WWF by the end of the 1990's became edgier, more violent, sexualized, shocking, trashier, vulgar and "adult like" than ever before.

You could say that the WWF was growing up with their audience who were kids watching the WWF when Hulk Hogan, Macho Man and even Bret Hart and Razor Ramon were the faces of the company that were now transitioning into teenagers who love sexualized women, middle fingers, sexual innuendo, violence and profanity.

Speaking of sexualized women, during the 1990's, when you had hardly any sexualized female recording artists save for a few and rock bands who barely sexually objectified women, by the end of the decade, the World Wrestling Federation would have their women's roster, be it from valets like Debra and Terri Runnels to legitimate wrestlers like Ivory and Jacqueline, participate in bikini contests where they'd be judged for their beauty and dressed in bikinis that left nothing to the imagination, and worse, the women's roster would participate in the infamous "bra & panties" and evening gown matches where women would tear each others clothes and dresses off in the ring until they were down to a bra and thong, or they'd wrestle in bikinis in pools of mud or pudding.

To add insult to injury, this was considered "women's wrestling" by the late 90's and some women would end up winning the World Championship belt for participating in matches involving them tearing their clothes off or "wrestling" in bikinis in pools of pudding or mud.

Plus, the World Wrestling Federation during the late 90's was also a time when you had wrestlers playing pimps that would have groups of prostitutes following them and men who would have half naked women cuddled with them.

And worse of all...some wrestlers played characters that would degrade women, from the Rock telling Chyna she "belongs on her knees", Jeff Jarrett being a misogynistic asshole who thinks men are better than women, some racially insensitive Asian men degrading his wife and someone drugging a woman and marrying her through a drive through wedding whilst unconscious.

After a time where you had feminist-esque female recording artists that almost never used sex to sell themselves, wrote their own music and played their own instruments who performed at those Lilith Fair concert tours (tours that featured all female recording artists), male rock bands and singers who didn't sexually objectify women, the NBA launching the Women's NBA playing legit basketball like men and not dressed in skimpy outfits, and the list goes on for days, the World Wrestling Federation now had most of their female roster participate in bikini contests where they were judged for their beauty and women were mostly there to be portrayed as sex objects and nothing else.

It was like this was a backlash towards Lilith Fair and nonsexualized, feminist female singer-songwriters, rock bands that didn't objectify women, and nonsexualized women in the 1990's in general.

Then again, the WWF's Attitude era as it was known as was a product of its time, popular around the same time other trashy pop culture like the Jerry Springer show, Jenny Jones and Ricki Lake's talk shows, Howard Stern, "South Park", Tom Green, Eminem at his most shocking and Marilyn Manson was at the height of his popularity.

Granted, the 1990's weren't completely wholesome, considering this was also the era of gangsta rap that sexually objectified and sometimes even degraded women, "Baywatch" was a popular show that was just an excuse to see beautiful women with silicone breast implants running on the beach in slow motion in tight red swimsuits, Playboy playmates like Pamela Anderson, Jenny McCarthy, and Anna Nicole Smith were popular sex symbols, Howard Stern was a pop culture icon infamous for sexually objectifying women, and there were even some female singers who used sex to sell themselves during the 90's like Madonna, Janet Jackson, Salt N Pepa, TLC, Adina Howard and more, and by the end of the decade we had the Spice Girls, Lil' Kim, Foxy Brown, Mariah Carey becoming more sexualized, Britney Spears, and Jennifer Lopez getting a record deal.

However, for every oversexualized Adina Howard, there was a Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston. For every oversexed Madonna, there was a Tori Amos. For every band that objectified women, there was a band that didn't objectify women.

Speaking of sexualization, you were one of the many bricks in the wall of the oversexualized women's roster during the WWF's Attitude era.

Not only did you participate in a few of those bikini contests, bra & panties and evening gown matches as well as those mud/pudding/gravy matches where you and another woman wrestled in a bikini, but your character you will always be remembered for playing was a scantily clad, nymphomaniac-like slut who was basically the wrestling equivalent to Madonna during her early 90's sex era and a female Val Venis.

From seducing wrestlers while you wore outfits that left little to the imagination, entering the ring wearing nothing but wrestling belts covering your bathing suit areas, cutting wrestling promos while being gangbanged (though your private parts weren't shown on television), rubbing cum on your body like it's lotion (though it wasn't really cum), wearing outfits that exposed your uncovered breasts not even being covered by pasties, wearing shirts that read "Pervert 69" on the back (parodying Janet Jackson's "Pervert" shirt she wore at the 1995 MTV VMA's), and Ministry Undertaker sacrificing you for being a whore, to roleplaying as a urinal while wrestlers jerk off in your mouth or on your face, becoming one of the Godfather's hoes (and you don't mean "The Godfather" as in the Francis Ford Coppola masterpiece), Triple H and Shawn Michaels undressing you until you lay in the ring wearing nothing but a thong and they pulled a bottle of lotion out and squeezed it to simulate ejaculation, and to top it all off, having actual sex in the ring with Val Venis while over 1000 people watched this in the audience and it was broadcast on television.

The WWF was nearly rated TV-MA almost because of you, and was getting boycotts and protests partially because of you.

However, despite many shocking moments that made headline news and caused controversy and nearly got you arrested for obscenity charges, this particular moment was slightly tame in comparison.

Almost near the end of 1998, during one of those "up next" vignettes that had the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" playing, you were on all fours on your knees on top of a bench in the locker room.

While you were on all fours on top of this bench, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Val Venis, Christian, Test, Jeff Hardy, Steven Regal and Kane were circled around you, standing on your sides.

Triple H had his long blond hair hanging down, not with a ponytail in the back, Shawn Michaels didn't have his hair tied back in a ponytail, and Billy had his hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail or in little braids.

You were wearing nothing but a bra and thong and being filmed from behind, and as you were being filmed, you rolled your ass backward and arched it up a few times.

Your thong was buried and snug in between your ass cheeks, your pantyline covering your vulva.

Thankfully, you were shaved down there, not a single bit of pubic hair peeking out from your panty line or your panties, and you didn't have any bumps on your bikini line and thighs.

These aforementioned wrestlers around you were just staring at your ass rolling back, they all smiled from ear to ear, nearly salivating at your mouths.

These wrestlers surrounding you were cheering for you, Shawn even put his fingers into his mouth and wolf whistled at you.

Jerry Lawler sitting at the commentary table was going nuts, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

Grown men and underage boys in the audience are getting a massive kick over seeing you roll your ass to the camera, cheering for you and a few of them wolf whistling at you.

Triple H put his hand in one of his jean pockets and pulled out a dollar, where he slipped that dollar in between one of your thong straps.

Shawn, too, put his hand down the pocket of his slacks, where he pulled out a few dollar bills and his other hand stretched out one of your thong straps, putting that money at your hip, only to let go of your thong strap afterward, letting your thong hold that money.

Val and Billy really wish they could have some money to pull out and make it rain on you, though Billy wears those Mr. Ass shorts and Val is known for wearing a Speedo and a towel over it, neither of their outfits have pockets.

"Is that money!?" Jim Ross asked at the commentary table.

"Somebody better get her a pole!" Jerry Lawler exclaimed, his voice shrill as usual.

Indeed, you could use a stripper pole for this moment, but there sadly aren't any poles in the locker room.

You pulled yourself up from the bench, placing your feet on the bench and standing up on top of the bench, but after you got yourself up, you still continued dancing and shaking your ass.

Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper...

Some of these wrestlers surrounding you pretended to be shocked by when you assembled yourself up from the bench, their eyes bugging out and their mouths dropping open as well as walking a few steps back as if to act like they're shocked, only for them to smile after their mouths were agape.

Once you stood on top of the bench, you placed your hands on your knees and stuck your ass out, rolling your ass backwards and sometimes even shaking and bouncing your ass, basically twerking.

You smiled and your head was slightly turned looking at your rear whilst you rolled your ass backwards, hands on your knees, shakin' ass on your thot shit.

Triple H, Billy, Shawn, and Val were looking at you, smiling from ear to ear, especially Billy Gunn who placed one of his hands on your ass cheeks and squeezed it.

Hey, his nickname is Mr. Ass, that's why he did that.

You turned your body around and gyrated your ass and hips around in a circle, rolling your hips to the beat of the guitar riff of that Slam Jam song, and as you did that, you lifted your hands off of your knees and grabbed one of your bra straps, where you slid that bra strap down on of your arms, teasing the audience.

You looked at the camera filming in front of you with this "come hither" expression on your face.

Just as it looked like you were gonna take your bra off, the camera then cut to commercial.

Bah.

You wanted to do so much during this moment; besides spin around a stripper pole, you also wanted lie on your back on the bench with your legs spread up and shaking your ass, squat down on the bench and spread your legs out with your hands on your knees, but this moment was short.

Y'know, since you were roleplaying as a stripper and some wrestlers were pulling money out and sticking it in your G-string, you're surprised Vince McMahon, the CEO and boss of the WWF and pretty much the Ted Debiase Sr. of the Attitude era (and Ted DeBiase Sr. was known for playing a millionaire in the 80's and early 90's) wasn't in this segment pulling dollar bills out on you.

Though, Vince McMahon is a snake, even when the cameras aren't rolling.

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Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader

request from anon: Thank you for sharing your writing on here! A blurb idea, because I hardly see any male readers, is that maybe Hotch has figured out he’s attracted to men too and has a boyfriend? Someone Hotch can go home to and be taken care of by them, someone Jack trusts? Because hotch spends all his time caring for the team, his s/o really spoils him with affection and TLC. I’m really soft for that idea, and the team being real pleased he’s found someone who appreciates him again. Hope you’re doing well! a/n: i wanted to give this a little more attention than a blurb, so it turned into a Whole Thing™ words: 2790 warnings: swearing, some drinking, derek being charming, and emily prentiss: patron saint of The Gays™

i don't have a specific male!reader taglist yet, so i added all yall on my gn!reader list, so nobody would miss this! lemme know if you wanna stay on the male!reader list or not - you’ll never hurt my feelings :)

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Aaron came home to all the lights off save one, illuminating a little scene before him - dinner (still hot) on the coffee table, a glass of wine, and you, holding the remote ready to start a movie.

He smiled, set his briefcase down, and slipped his shoes off.

“Jack’s at Jess’s,” you said, before he could ask. “I thought it would be a nice surprise to spend the evening, just you and me.”

He crossed to the couch and sat down, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “It’s a great surprise, thank you.” You grabbed his tie and tried to pull him down on the couch, but he pried your fingers off and laughed. “Let me change and I’ll come sit with you, alright?”

You picked up your glass of wine and tipped it his direction. “I’ll be here.”

It was true. When he returned and dropped down next to you, you were waiting for him. When he was firmly settled with dinner, you started the movie.

After a while, you asked, “Did the case go okay?”

He nodded. “We got ‘im. I had to stay and make sure the DA had a strong enough case, otherwise I would have been home yesterday.”

You leaned into him, and he wrapped an arm around you. “I don’t mind. Jack and I went out for a bike ride yesterday and didn’t miss you at all, not even a little.”

Aaron laughed. “Good.”

+++

“Damn it.”

Aaron forgot his lunch. He could see it in his mind’s eye, sitting there next to his travel mug of coffee on the kitchen island. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he had just resigned himself to a takeout lunch when his phone rang.

“Hotchner.”

“Babe, you left your lunch here,” the light amusement in your tone dissolved his sour mood, and he smiled despite himself.

“I noticed.”

He could hear you shuffling around in the background as you spoke. “I’ll swing by and leave it downstairs after I drop Jack at school. No more than an hour, okay?”

Aaron smiled and sat in his chair, leaning back. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You laughed. “Absolutely nothing. I’m just a sucker for charity cases.” There was a shuffle, and you heard Jack laugh. You were probably at the table, poking the kid in the ribs until he almost got sick with laughter. Before Aaron could respond again, you said, “Alright, love you, bye!” and hung up.

Aaron rolled his eyes and got to work.

True to your word, no more than an hour later found you at the front of the Quantico Federal Building, Aaron’s lunch and coffee in your hand. You’d never seen the inside, but you knew you were on the visitors list.

Fuck it.

You checked in, got your visitor’s badge, and made your way to the sixth floor with only a little bit of spatial confusion. You knew which bullpen was theirs immediately - you had yet to meet the team, but you’d seen pictures and heard enough stories to keep track of names and faces.

You quickly stepped through the glass doors, doing everything in your power to avoid directing too much attention to yourself. But alas, Aaron worked with profilers, and they all noticed you despite your best efforts.

JJ’s head shot up. “Is that -”

“Hotch’s travel mug? Yeah.” Derek squinted at you as you took the stairs two at a time up to your boyfriend’s door.

You knocked, and a crisp “Come in” sounded from inside.

Aaron couldn’t hide his surprise when you poked your head through the door, stepping in and closing it behind you. He stood, circling the desk and leaning against it.

Boundaries were important to him at work, you knew, so you refrained from untoward affection, stepping back to a respectable distance after you set his things next to the file on his desk.

“How’d you get past security?” He asked, and you knew it was a joke.

“I guess they’re letting just about anyone in, these days.”

Aaron nodded, in facetious consternation. “Looks like it.” He broke after a moment, offering you a small smile. “Thank you. You didn’t have to come all the way out here.”

You shrugged. “Wasn’t too hard.”

He glanced out the blinds. The entire team averted their eyes, bumping into each other in their haste to look busy.

You followed his gaze. “It’s okay, Aaron. Don’t feel pressured to introduce me to any of them - I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.” There was a little swoop in your stomach.

Did I overstep?

He sighed. “I know. You didn’t. It feels a little...ridiculous to be hiding anything from them after all this time.” He reached out, and you took his hand, still a couple of steps away. His eyes stayed on your linked hands as they swung a little between you. “I don’t mean to hide you from them.”

You squeezed his hand with a warm, small smile. “I know.” And you did. It was big for him - explicitly and obviously coming out to his team was bound to be terrifying, and to add a new person on top of that?

I don’t envy him.

Meanwhile, down in the bullpen, everyone was taking turns reporting back on what was going on behind the blinds.

“They’re holding hands, and not in a handshake way,” Emily said, covering her face with a folder as she looked up.

JJ chanced a look. “He’s been a lot less uptight recently.”

“He’s also not coming in as early. His arrival time is, on average, about thirty-seven minutes later than five months ago.”

Emily looked at Spencer like he’d grown another head. “You keep track of when we come in?”

Spencer didn’t look up from his book. “Of course.”

“I’m glad he has someone,” JJ noted lightly. “It’s good for him.”

Back up in the office, you took a step toward Aaron. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, my love.”

He huffed a laugh and ran his thumbs over your knuckles. “Come to Dave’s the next time we all get together.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows felt like they were going to meet your hairline they shot up so fast.

“Yeah. They’d love to meet you.”

Your brow furrowed, confused. “How do you know?”

He shrugged. “They’re very predictable.”

+++

Needless to say, Aaron was right. They politely, pointedly, and casually posed questions about Hotch’s lunchtime visitor until he wasn’t able to avoid them anymore. Thus, he invited you to Dave’s the next time the team had a night off.

You were excited, but admittedly a little nervous. You were all headed to the car, Jack (very carefully) carrying the brownies you’d made that afternoon.

He was chatting away, telling you stories you’d already heard, about JJ and Emily and Derek and Spencer and Dave and Henry and etc. etc. etc.

You loved that kid.

When Aaron pulled up to the house, Jack jumped out of the car and walked through the front door like he owned the place. It made you laugh.

Aaron looked over, a fond smile on his face. “What?”

“Jack. He just -” you made a vague gesture with your hand - he just goes and goes, and Aaron laughed.

After a moment, you two sobered. He reached for your hand, and you laced your fingers with his.

“They’re going to love you. You know that.”

You snorted. “I certainly don’t.”

Aaron kissed the back of your hand and covered it, so two of his hands were holding one of yours. “Are you ready?”

“Are you?”

He patted your hand twice by way of an answer, releasing you and opening his door. You followed suit, waiting for him on the sidewalk.

When you actually looked, you realized how truly massive Dave’s house was. Aaron had told you he was well-off, with his book royalties and other savings, but the beautiful and tasteful mansion before you spoke to a bank account that had eight figures, rather than six.

Aaron stepped forward and offered you his hand. You took it. He led you up the flagstone path and through the front door, opening it without preamble.

The foyer was beautiful, opening to a staircase, the living room, and some kind of den or parlor off to the side. Aaron led you to the kitchen, where a statuesque woman with dark brown hair was mixing a drink. Emily.

She turned when she heard you enter, and a wide smile broke out across her face. “Hi!”

You dropped Aaron’s hand and offered it to her. She shook it readily, and you found yourself mirroring her smile. “Hi. Emily, right?”

She nodded, and spared a glance at Hotch. “Hotch, you know it’s polite to introduce guests.”

He huffed in good humor and gestured pedantically as he spoke. “Emily, this is my boyfriend, Y/N. Y/N, Agent Emily Prentiss.”

You were very impressed by his lack of hesitation over the word boyfriend, as it had been a topic of discussion in the past.

“It’s so juvenile. I feel like I’m in high school.” Aaron chuckled, staring up at the ceiling with his hands laced behind his head.

You rolled over onto his chest. “I can’t be your partner - you’ve already been a lawyer and I would hate to confuse people. You’re the one with a juris doctorate, not me.” You rested your chin on his pec, giving just a little more weight than was necessary.

He dropped one of his arms, and you scooted up to fit nearly under it. “Is it at all weird to have a boyfriend in one’s forties?”

You shrugged. “I think it’s whimsical.”

“Oh yeah, that’s me.” He laughed. “Whimsical in the extreme.”

Emily’s voice was warm and genuine when she told you, “It’s a pleasure to meet the person who keeps him,” she jabbed her index finger at Hotch, “in line.”

You laughed, the anxiety melting little by little. “Bold of you to assume anyone can keep him in line.”

She snorted. “Don’t I know it.”

Hotch crossed his arms over his chest. “Guys, I’m right here.”

“And?” You and Emily answered simultaneously.

He shook his head with a smile. “C’mon. If you want to continue making fun of me, there’s plenty of ammunition out back.”

You offered your arm to Emily, and she took it daintily. “Such a gentleman.” She looked over her shoulder as she started walking you to the back patio. “How’d you snag this one?”

“Apparently, he has a thing for charity cases,” Aaron deadpanned.

A few pairs of eyes flickered to you when you stepped out, and Emily’s hand squeezed you reassuringly. You already loved her.

Hotch came up to your side and grabbed your hand as Emily stepped away, stopped by two men who had to be Derek and Spencer (who needed a mediator for some inane, hair-splitting dispute they were having).

A couple who you assumed were JJ and Will smiled at you as you approached.

“JJ, Will, this is Y/N.” Hotch said, a little more confidence in his voice than before.

“I’m the boyfriend,” you supplied, and JJ laughed.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” She leaned close to you, and you dipped your head to listen. “We’ve been asking about you since you stopped by a couple of weeks ago.”

You raised your chin in a knowing fashion as you leaned back, once again including Hotch and Will in the conversation. “Ah, I see. So there’s lore?”

“Definitely.” She pursed her lips in mock solemnity.

You matched her facetious tone. “Don’t believe everything you hear.”

JJ broke then, smiling at you once more. “I never make that mistake.” Just then, a little blond boy ran up to her, attaching himself to her leg. She automatically put a hand on his head and gestured to you. “Henry, can you say hello to Mr. Y/N? He’s a really special friend of Hotch’s - like Miss Savannah is to Derek.”

“Hi.”

You crouched to Henry’s level, offering your fist. A look of satisfaction crossed his face as you bumped fists, your hands exploding out of it (with sound effects). “It’s so nice to meet you, man. Were you playing soccer over there?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Jack’s really good but he lets me get goals.”

“Wow.” You raised your eyebrows. “That’s really nice of him, and I bet you learn a lot, too.”

Jack called Henry from across the yard, and he offered you one last adorable grin before sprinting off. You rose, checking in with Hotch as you did so. JJ and Will were distracted watching Henry for the moment, so they missed the awe that crossed Aaron’s face for just a moment.

Your eyebrows pulled. What?

He shook his head. Nothing. But there was something there. Something fond and altogether content.

You heard Emily come up behind you before you saw her, so you turned as she approached with Derek, Dave, and Spencer.

You offered your hand first to Derek, and shot a smile to Spencer. Hotch had warned you before you left the house that Spencer didn’t shake hands.

“Nice to meet you, man. Derek Morgan.” Morgan’s grip was firm and warm. “Emily was just telling me I owe you a thanks for reminding Hotch he has a sense of humor.” Derek’s smile ate up his whole face as he beamed at you. It very nearly stole your breath - he was stunning, and smart. The way he phrased his introduction made it unnecessary to re-introduce yourself, and you were sure that soothed whatever remained of Hotch’s anxiety.

Hotch’s deadpan was decidedly dry. “Funny.”

That’s a good sign.

Spencer was quiet, but there was a little smile playing at his lips. He looked just over your shoulder, and seemed to communicate with someone behind you for a moment. It was only the barest changes in expression, but you’d been around Aaron long enough to know a silent conversation when you saw one, no matter how subtle. The outcome of the conversation looked good, as Spencer stifled another smile and looked over at Hotch.

You then offered your hand to Dave, who took it in both of his. “It is so good to finally meet you.” He shot a sly smile at Hotch. “I was beginning to wonder if you were a figment of my imagination a couple weeks ago.”

“I promise I am very real,” you said with a laugh. “It’s so great to meet all of you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All bad I hope,” JJ chirped from over your shoulder as she approached.

You nodded. “The worst.”

Aaron kissed your temple as the rest laughed, and you could feel the small smile resting on his lips. He sure was smiling a lot tonight, and you couldn’t help but feel a little proud that you had a lot to do with it.

A woman you could only assume was Penelope bounced up and swooped under Derek’s arm. “What did I miss?”

Hotch laughed (he laughed!) and introduced you. “Y/N, this is our tech analyst Penelope Garcia. Garcia, this is Y/N.”

Instead of a handshake, she just got out from under Derek’s arm and gave you a hug. You relaxed right into her.

She let you go after a second, but kept her hands on your upper arms. “I am so glad you’re here. I’ve been hoping someone would come along and snag our fearless leader before too long.” She winked, and it warmed you.

The rest of the evening flowed smoothly, eventually moving to the living room, and then to goodnights. Everyone wished you a warm goodbye, and Dave kissed you on both cheeks before letting you go. Jack was apparently spending the night at the Jareau-LaMontagne household, so you and Aaron were alone on the drive back.

You relaxed into the seat as he sped along the highway, his hand locked in yours across the center console. “That was really fun.” You looked over at him, finding less tension in him than you’d ever seen before. “Your team is incredible.”

“I know it. They’re the best at what they do.”

You kissed the back of Aaron’s hand. “I’ve heard it helps to have a great boss, or so Penelope tells me.”

He huffed a little laugh through his nose. “She is the authority on such things, as I understand it.”

The car was quiet for a few minutes.

“I - “ Hotch cleared his throat, but his gaze never wavered from the road. “I can’t tell you how much tonight meant to me.”

You squeezed his hand. “It was nothing.” You were lying, and he knew it, but at the end of the day, you’d do anything for him.

He smiled, broad and genuine, and you decided then that Aaron’s joy was your favorite sight in the whole world.

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