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gureumz · 10 months

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grateful sinners

rating: explicit

member: jake

premise: growing up in a religious community (a cult?), you and your friend jake stumble upon "forbidden" media one day. of course, you know about sex but what the elders taught you was never this dirty. overcome with curiosity, you promise each other to never speak of what you're about to do to anyone.

notes: religious themes, implied cult behavior, slight (?) blasphemy, virgin!jake x virgin!reader, fem!reader, friends to lovers (?), first time, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, desperate touch-starved, jesus loving virgins tryna fuck

a/n: third of my 1k follower special! can you tell i have deep religious trauma? lmaoooo but this was rlly fun to write, if not a little tedious but i enjoyed it nonetheless! hope you do, too <3

the day was as beautiful as any other.

the early morning sun peeking behind the nearby hill, the smell of wet grass, the gentle breeze blowing through your hair.

you breathe in more of the valley air, letting your eyes close for a moment. everything is so still, hours and hours before the first worship of the day when the whole commune will surely come fully alive. at this moment, you're sure you're closer to God than ever.

a whispered prayer breaks the silence.

"i do not deserve such beauty before me, God," you mumble, eyes still closed. "but you are most merciful and i, a grateful sinner."

a silence, still. nothing or no one responds to your profession of gratitude, but that is to be expected. God works silently, as the elders say.

"i'm deciding if the beauty is on the horizon in front of us or in your face, ________," a voice breaks through, shattering the tranquil veil that envelops you.

you turn and you can't help the jolt in your chest. you grin widely and jake smiles back, hands in his pockets and his pants already soaked with morning dew from the grass.

"don't say that," you warn. "my mom might hear."

jake makes a show of looking around, gazing past you at the squat houses sitting peacefully without movement.

"i don't see her," jake says with a shrug. you laugh.

"you know how she hates it when people make light of God's word. your jokes are definitely her least favorite," you remind him, stepping closer.

jake eyes you. being noticeably taller and broader, it gives him the perfect view of your face as the dawn sun hits your delicate features.

his hair is messy, partly sticking to his forehead with the other half of his raven locks hanging over his eyes. you know his father would berate him for that. children of the pastor are expected to appear presentable in front of the whole commune as a way to honor God and his divine image.

but the commune is nowhere to be seen. it's just you looking.

and jake is used to you looking.

growing up together, with his mom and yours being close friends, your mother's unwavering devotion to the commune, and her undying support to jake's father's cause as pastor, it's no surprise that the two of you have been inseparable.

despite the clear division between the men and women of the commune, you and jake always found your way to each other. sneaking in glances, waving from afar before you start mass, and even despite your own mother's prudish ways, you know she felt at ease when jake was around you.

nothing has been said, but you're sure that when both of you reach the age of matrimony, you'd be wed to each other. you have to be.

"what are you doing out here so early?" you continue with a question, resisting the urge to toy with the wisps of hair on jake's temples.

you're forbidden to touch or be touched by any man that isn't your family. the only exception to this is his father, the pastor, free to lay his healing hands upon anyone he deems in need of it.

jake parts his lips to answer but pauses, as if choosing the appropriate thing to say.

"some of my friends and i wanted to hang out by the river," jake supplies, gesturing toward the general direction of the river just beyond the hill.

"doing what?" you ask. the men are usually tasked with heavy farm work in the morning. in your mind, a leisurely stroll by the river before all that labor seemed hardly reasonable.

jake hesitates again, now toying with his bottom lip, the plump, rosy skin growing even redder with every pinch jake delivers to it.

"you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," you say, flashing jake a reassuring smile.

"i'm not lying," jake replies almost instantly, a nervous spark in his eyes. "we really were by the river. we were...looking at something."

you cock your head to the side. jake comes even closer and the hairs on your arm stand on end, the faint scent of jake's sweat and soap reaching your nose. if you reach out now, you could easily wrap both arms around him, pull him close, and never let go.

"jay's dad brings our harvest to the nearby city market, right? well, jay went with him yesterday and he nicked this...book or something from the gas station," jake rambles, fidgeting with his fingers.

your eyes widen.

"it was glossy and the pages smelled nice. we don't have those kinds of books here, don't we?" jake continues, but your ears have started ringing in alarm.

"jay stole? jake, you know he needs to confess and repent," you whisper, taken aback.

jake gives you a look and you nearly tremble at the intensity in his irises. without warning, jake lets his fingertips graze your arm, instantly pulling away right after. you flinch, cradling your arm against your chest as if you've been burned.

"it's wrong, i know, but...haven't you thought of breaking the rules, even once? some of the people here talk about all the exciting things they've seen or done before, all because they broke one small rule. do you ever stop to think that it could be...fun?" jake questions, voice low. his eyes are wide and shaking, darting to and fro as if committing your whole face to memory.

"i—," you begin, unsure of what to say. you have thought of asking, even begging your mom to let you out into the city for one day. to see all the outsiders and their strange clothes and loud music.

but you could never go through with it. your mom would tell the pastor of your sinful curiosity the minute the words would leave your mouth.

"stealing is not breaking one small rule," you protest.

jake huffs out a breath. "aren't you tired of all of this? all of this forbidden stuff?"

you shake your head, trying to wrap your head around the words coming out of jake's mouth.

"your father's the pastor, jake," you say, voice trembling. "how could you..."

"the book had these pictures," jake cuts in, voice picking up as if it excited him to recount what he saw.

"the women in the book...they were naked."

you take a step back, clamping a hand down on your mouth.

"jake, what's gotten into you?" you question, heart beating wildly.

"i just want to know about the outside world, ________," jake reasons, running a hand through his hair.

"it's not as bad as the elders make it out to be," jake continues. "i haven't burst into flames, have i?"

you merely stare, uneasy at how blatant jake is about his sinful acts.

"do you want to see? i could borrow it from jay," jake offers, voice dropping to an even quieter whisper.

you stand there, a million different thoughts running through you. in all honesty, you wanted to take a look, never having seen any naked body other than your own. but even now, knowing that she was nowhere near, you could feel your mother's burning gaze on you. disappointed, intimidating, warning you to be a good child of God or face the wrath of hell.

you know this is wrong, or so you've been told. jake is treading a dangerous path and he seems adamant on roping you along. and yet...

"yes," you answer before you could stop yourself.

"b-but wait! how are you going to show me? we have to be careful," you hurriedly add, glancing around in case anyone was near enough to hear the atrocities you and jake are talking about.

"there's a secret back room in one of the barns. i go there to rest during breaks or after work and no one else ever goes there," jake hurriedly says, crowding back into your personal space. you notice the slight shake in his hands and the way his ears redden.

"o-okay," you say with a nod. "when?"

"later tonight," jake offers.

"during supper, we can sneak out while everyone else eats," jake continues. you feel his fingers on your arm again and this time, jake lets his whole hand flatten against the sleeve of your dress, his warmth seeping down to your skin.

you gasp, but stay frozen. jake's other hand lays on your waist and you shake uncontrollably, both terrified and excited at the prospect of jake touching you.

jake pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours. he's breathing just as hard as you.

"you know, i thought about...if you would look the same as the women in the book," jake murmurs, eyes closed.

you shiver. you should be appalled, disgusted by how jake is acting now, but all you feel is a warm, bubbling feeling in your abdomen and an insatiable itch to clutch at jake's clothes.

"jake, we can't—," you begin, but the deep toll of the church bell interrupts you, signaling the start of the day.

you and jake spring apart, knowing that the whole commune would be outside in a matter of minutes, heading off to their designated duties for the day.

before you could get another word in, jake rushes forward, kissing you. you gasp, but as if on instinct, your hands grasp at his face. a second later, you thread your fingers through his hair, the strands offering little resistance as you gently tug, just as you've always dreamed of doing. but as quickly as it started, jake pulls away, pushing you back at the same time.

"tonight," jake breathes out, walking backward. "at dinner. the last barn to the left."

you nod once, pausing for a moment as you watch jake tread further away from you. you wave before sprinting toward your house.

your mother would be in the kitchen. you would be assigned with peeling the oranges. or cooking the eggs. or buttering the toast.

to you, at this moment, it didn't really matter.

all your eyes could see, all your heart could feel is jake.

---

dinner was a tense affair.

your mom questioned your uncharacteristic early start this morning, and all you could do was supply a pathetic lie about wanting to see the rose garden started by some of the older women in the commune.

she made a point to warn you to be on time for dinner. you felt an uneasiness settle in your stomach at this, thinking of all the ways your and jake's plan could go wrong.

but rushing out of the mess hall now, legs pumping as you dash through the field toward the barns, all of your worries melt away.

you remember the kiss, jake's fingers digging into your side, his smooth hair in between your fingers.

having separate dining halls for the men and women, you weren't sure when jake would be there, but you decided you had to leave as soon as you can. you feigned a stomachache to your mother, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

you knew this was yet another lame excuse, but you went the rest of the day without seeing jake. you were subjected to teach the younger ones about scripture today at the school, but all you wanted was to feel jake again. to see him. to touch him.

you slow down as you approach the barns, jogging over to the last one to the left. your breathing is heavy, beads of sweat collecting on your forehead. another shiver of excitement goes through you as you push the barn door open.

the barn is one of the unused ones, a single light turned on at the very back. you walk toward the dim bulb, the glass-encased fluorescent hanging precariously by a thin wire.

you realize quite belatedly that jake never gave any specifics on how to find the secret room. but just then, you hear a faint shuffle to your left. despite the darkness, you can make out the faint outline of a head peeking out from behind a stack of hay.

"jake," you whisper, crossing the space between you in long strides.

jake emerges from the shadows, an easy smile on his face.

"it's back here," jake ushers you behind the tower of hay, his hand easily finding yours. "hurry, before anyone sees us."

you tighten your grip on jake's hand, the same feeling of exhilaration building up within you. you watch as jake approaches the section of the wall that's hidden behind the hay, pulling open a flimsy door that's half your height, cleverly disguised as part of the wall. inside, you can barely make out the soft flickering of candlelight.

jake nudges you forward. "it's a tight squeeze but it's comfortable enough inside."

you crouch, laying your hands on the dirt floor to steady yourself. you scurry forward through the door and emerge on the other side.

the space inside the room is enough for two, tall enough for you to stand in. you straighten up, dusting yourself off. jake follows inside, shutting the door behind him.

you look around and spot a metal box in one corner next to the single candle burning. a blanket is spread out on the ground.

"here," jake says, pulling you gently towards the blanket. you sit down, perching yourself right across jake.

jake takes hold of the metal box, unlatching the lid. inside, you can see a number of trinkets and other objects.

"are those...cigarettes?" you ask in disbelief. jake chuckles, brandishing the red and white box.

"found them in dad's safe," jake replies nonchalantly. "this one, too."

jake holds up a glossy rectangle, flipping it so it faces you. you let out an audible gasp.

"a phone? but we're not allowed phones," you say, letting jake place the device on your palm.

"i know. but that's my dad's. you know how the elders are the only ones allowed phones. so, i took his." jake is grinning now, the candlelight casting sharp shadows across his handsome face.

"but, how? doesn't he notice? what's in it?" you rattle off, turning the phone over in your hands.

"i bring it back every night once i'm done exploring what's inside," jake explains. he reaches over, pressing a button on its side. a moment later, it lights up, momentarily blinding you with how close you're holding it to your face.

you stare in awe as the screen comes alive. it dims after it fully turns on, displaying in big, blocky letters the time of night.

6:51

supper would be over soon.

jake takes the phone from you, setting it down on the blanket between you two.

"we can look at that later," jake reassures. "i got the book from jay at lunch today."

you swallow as jake pulls out the book from the very bottom of the box. jake moves the candle closer and your eyes instantly go wide.

the front of the book is glossy, indeed, just like jake said it would be. but the woman pictured on it seemed too lifelike, as if she wasn't merely printed on paper. her tan skin is on full display, with nothing covering her body but a bathing suit, one you've seen outsiders wear the few times you've seen pictures of them.

the bathing suit is black, the neckline going down almost to her stomach. you see the side of her breasts peek out from the garment holding it in place, and from what you can see, her whole back seems to be bare.

your eyes drift down to her crotch, covered by a thin strip of fabric. she stands, legs apart, her hands on her waist, baring her entire naked body to the world.

the longer you stare, the hotter you feel. an ache between your legs starts to make itself known.

"there's even more inside," jake whispers, sidling up to you. he presses his shoulder against yours as he reaches over to flip the book open.

your eyes scan the text on the next page, coming across a word you don't hear or see often.

"magazine," you mumble. a memory pings in your head.

"mom told me about magazines. this is a magazine," you say in mild amazement. "she says they're full of lies and are forbidden in the commune."

"magazine," jake repeats, drawing out the word slowly. he flips through more pages, stopping at one with a woman pushing her naked chest out.

your heartbeat quickens. you trace your finger over the picture, passing over the image of her plump breast, perky with a pinkish hue around the nipple.

you recall the science classes at the school. the teacher had recited the parts of the woman's body in a flat, monotonous voice. nipple. areola. vagina. cervix. she drilled it in everyone's head that these parts are not to be said aloud outside of the classroom.

"mine doesn't look like that," you comment absentmindedly. "they're not as...round."

you look up to see jake staring intently at you. his eyes drift down to your chest and you feel a new wave of heat wash over you.

jake licks his lips as he shifts closer, and as if compelled by his own actions, you do the same, facing jake fully.

you touch the buttons on the front of your dress.

you know what you're about to say and do next is beyond sinful. but you've already crossed the line the second you laid your eyes upon the magazine. a strange desire bubbles up inside you.

"do you want to see?" you ask quietly, watching jake's expression carefully.

"can i?" jake asks back, peering into your eyes. you can smell him again, faint lavender adding to the mix of his scent. you imagine jake in the bath, naked, water and bubbles washing over his skin.

you shudder involuntarily.

"yes," you breathe out.

you start to undo your dress, hands shaking. you've never done this before. you're forbidden to. you know God watches you now with disdainful eyes, but you can hardly find it in you to care.

you undo the last button, pulling the sleeves of your dress down and off your arms. the night is chilly and you shiver as the air meets your skin.

unmarried women in the commune are advised not to wear bras as they are still considered pure and innocent and in no need of such womanly garments.

so you sit, barechested in front of jake, shaking in the cold, in anticipation, in mild fear.

jake's jaw goes slack, taking in the image in front of him. he glances back at the magazine before returning his gaze to your own breasts. you resist the urge to cross your arms.

instead, you reach over, delicate fingers wrapping around jake's wrists. you guide them up, stopping right above your waiting chest.

"here," you whisper, but your voice sounds strangely loud in the silence of the night. "touch me, jake,"

you place his hands over your mounds and you gasp at the abrupt warmth. jake chews on his lip, fingers softly kneading your skin.

"do you touch yourself like this?" jake asks, eyes still wide in amazement and curiosity. he gives a light squeeze and you whimper, covering your mouth to stop yourself from crying out.

"sometimes," you say, voice slightly muffled behind your palm. "in the bath. when no one's looking."

jake exhales, pulling his hands back momentarily. he lines his pointer finger with your nipples, flicking up experimentally. you groan, throwing your head back.

"it feels good," you breathe out. "jake, it feels good all over."

jake pinches your nipples and you yelp, falling forward against jake. he catches you, cradling you to his chest. you breathe onto his neck, a warm stickiness pooling under your skirt.

"touch me, too," jake says right in your ear. he guides your hand on his crotch and your fingers curl around something stiff.

"please," jake implores, voice high and almost whining.

you watch in fascination as jake strains against his trousers. you caress up and down, feeling him harden even more under your touch. jake squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"sit over me," jake commands, pulling you onto his lap. there's a loud roaring in your ears as something overtakes your body completely.

"keep touching me and i'll do the same," jake instructs, returning his hands to your chest. he curls his fingers into your flesh and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

you take ahold of jake through his pants, squeezing and rubbing. jake is bucking into your hand, small breaths escaping his lips.

your head is spinning, your cheeks are flushed, and a faint guilt tugs at your chest. but you've thrown all care out the window, the only thing on your mind being jake's rough fingers tugging and pinching and grabbing at your breasts.

the bubble of heat in this little room breaks when you hear the dark notes of the church bell ringing, marking the end of supper.

you gasp, pulling away from jake as he does the same. you hurriedly button up your dress, trying to calm your breathing. jake gathers the things strewn on the floor, tossing them back into his box.

you stand, smoothing down your dress and tucking your hair back behind your ear. no words are spoken as jake blows the candle out, pushing the door open to free both of you.

you scramble out of the small space, heart still pumping wildly against your chest. you feel jake's hand rest on one side of your face, urging you to look at him.

"meet me by the river early tomorrow," jake says, now holding your face with both hands.

you blink, unsure of what to say. the rush of blood is still loud in your ears and all you want is for jake to touch you again. to keep touching you.

to touch you forever.

"please," jake adds, running his thumb over your bottom lip. you quiver at the action, stilling only when you feel him press his lips against yours.

your lips part and so does his, and as if guided by something else, your tongues move into each other's mouths, licking and sucking and breathing into and from each other.

you feel dirty, sinful even. but you start to wonder why you cared so much in the first place.

"tomorrow," jake repeats, pulling away.

the bells toll even louder. you run out of the barn without a second thought, eyes dancing with excitement, lips tender, and one single button of your dress undone.

---

you toss and turn all night.

flashes of jake invade your mind, pulling you out of sleep just as you feel yourself drifting. the way he breathed against your face. the stiffness in your hand. the pleading in his voice.

you prayed, too. prayed to God for forgiveness, for mercy. but you prayed for jake, too. to feel his lips again, to have his hands on other parts of your body.

you cry, quietly and pathetically, ashamed in the face of God. ashamed because the arousal hasn't left you. it burns almost painfully and you wish and you pray and you beg for morning to come.

you glance at the clock next to your bed and see that it's half past five a.m. you ran into jake at six yesterday, so he should be at the river by now if you're to go off of that.

you quickly dress yourself, careful to keep your movements precise and quick so as to not wake anyone in your house.

you practically float down the stairs on your toes, nimbly avoiding all the loose floorboards you know would make a sound.

you steal one glance back inside your house before taking off. you walk at first, trying to calm your nerves, but you build up to a run once you pass through the fence's gate, feeling the morning air whipping at your face.

the climb up the hill, usually a strenuous effort on your end, seems like nothing on this day, your legs taking you over it in no time.

you can see the river now, and you see the faraway figure of someone hunched over, sitting on the riverbank. excitement rips through you and you're running, running faster than you've ever had.

jake hears you before he sees you, your breathing loud and labored and your boots stomping against the wet grass. he turns to see you slowing down to a jog as you approach him.

he stands, wordlessly meeting you as you sink into his arms.

you kiss and the roar of desire is back, a single flame flickering in the blue-hued, early-morning world that surrounds you.

jake pulls you towards an area behind a large tree, and you see that the same blanket from last night is laid out on the grass. without parting your lips, jake pulls you down with him on the spread-out cloth, laying you down.

"i watched things on dad's phone last night," jake admits, kissing your jaw. you squirm underneath him, his lips sending a ticklish sensation over you.

"i watched people do it," jake murmurs against your skin, lips dragging down your neck.

"i watched them make love."

you pull jake away from where he's kissing you behind your ear, a questioning look on your face.

"you can...watch people make love? on the phone?" you ask meekly, trying to understand how some people can let such a sacred act be seen by anyone other than themselves and God.

jake nods, hands smoothing up your sides. "yes. and they do it so loudly, so roughly, so vulgarly. not like how we're taught."

you stare, wide-eyed. "what?"

"they curse a lot," jake adds. "and they call on God's name so much. we're told to never do that unless in praise."

your breath hitches when you feel jake smooth his hands over your clothed chest. you feel your nipples stiffen under his touch.

"what if it felt so good to them, they needed to call on God?" you whisper. jake ponders on this for a moment, eyes scanning over your face.

"i want to feel as good as them," jake finally says. he starts to undo your dress, the same way you did last night.

"we're going to...to make love?" you ask as jake slots himself between your legs. you feel the same stiffness from last night press up against your thigh.

"please," jake responds, pulling your dress open. your nipples are taut, begging to be touched.

jake dips his head down, latching his mouth onto one of your nubs, sending your whole body spasming. you moan, a new kind of pleasure coursing through your veins. jake presses his hips onto yours, right between your legs and you nearly cry at how good the pressure feels.

you push your core against jake's own crotch, swiveling your hips around trying to find the delicious friction you felt.

"i want to, please. i want to, so bad," jake pleads against your chest.

jake bunches your skirt around your torso, exposing your lower half and the thin, white, commune-approved underwear you have.

"please," you whine, not even sure of what you're saying.

"me, too. make love to me, jake."

jake groans, sitting upright, hands already tugging at his belt. he undoes the buckle, unzipping his pants before pulling the garments down to his thighs.

you stare half in awe and half in curiosity as jake strokes himself a few times. a clear liquid spills from the tip and you feel your mouth involuntarily water.

"can i take this off?" jake asks, hooking a finger under the hem of your underwear. you nod, cringing slightly as you feel the sticky fabric pull away from your skin as jake discards of it.

"it's so wet," jake observes, reaching down to run a finger between your folds.

"ngh!" you cry out, twitching at the sudden contact. no one has ever touched you down there. you've never touched yourself down there other than to wash.

jake presses the pads of his fingers against your core, rubbing lightly. you throw your head back, thighs already shaking.

"does this feel good?" jake asks, pressing down harder. you nod again, unable to form any coherent thoughts or sentences.

"i saw that they did this," jake says before plunging a finger into your hole.

stars burst right before your eyes when you feel jake push his thick digit into you. the feeling is foreign, a weird pressure but pleasurable nonetheless.

jake pumps it in and out of you, observing your face as he does so. you open your eyes to meet his and you see jake's pupils blown wide, his whole face a light tint of pink.

"still good?" jake asks.

"yes," you gasp, your hips pushing off the ground as you try to chase more of this feeling.

"some of them...," jake begins, pausing his movements. you start to protest but your voice gets caught in your throat when you feel jake push in another finger.

"...use two."

a slight burn at the added stretch makes you wince, your hand coming down to grab jake's wrist.

"s-slowly," you supply, opening your legs wider. jake nods in understanding, moving his fingers at a gentler pace.

you mewl, feeling the drag of his knuckles against your inner walls. you're dizzy with pleasure, overwhelmed with the thought that something could feel this good.

"it keeps coming out of you," jake says in awe. "you're getting even wetter."

"it feels so good," you gasp. "jake, please."

"what should i do?" jake asks, leaning over you. you look up, jake's face right in front of yours. not knowing what else to do, you pull him down to you in a kiss.

jake moans against your lips, speeding up his movements in and out of you. you cry into the kiss, never wanting this feeling to end.

"i-i'll put it in," jake whispers into your mouth.

jake pulls his fingers out of you and you fight the instinct to whine. jake sits back on his heels, watching as you clench around nothing.

you see his gaze darken as he takes in the sight of your dripping core, his hand coming down to pump at his shaft.

"it might hurt," jake warns. "that's what they told us."

you smile weakly. "us, too."

jake grins back at you, scooting forward to line himself up with you. jake presses the tip against your hole, watching for your reaction. he slides a little more in, and you let out a squeak.

"it's much bigger than your fingers," you say, with slight panic in your voice.

"i'm here," jake says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "you'll be okay."

you feel jake push in some more and your whole body jerks in surprise. tears prickle your eyes but you focus on evening out your breathing. underneath the evident sting, a steady throb of pleasure beats down in your core.

"it feels so warm," jake gasps out. "God help me."

jake sinks all the way in, unable to contain himself, and you bite down hard on your lip, feeling jake deep in you. you're afraid to move in case it starts to hurt more.

"f-fuck," jake curses, hips pulling back before sinking all the way in again. you cover your mouth with both hands, unsure of all the feelings you're having at the moment.

"i'm sorry," jake whispers, kissing your cheek, then your nose, then both of your eyes. "i-it feels too good."

"it's okay," you reply, trying to contain the tremor in your voice. "keep going. it feels better now."

and it does. the more jake moves, the more you could relax. jake hits a spot inside you that completely overrides the nearly unbearable stretch and it takes everything in you not to double over in surprise.

"again," you say. "just like that."

jake stops for a moment before repeating the angle in which he thrusted in you.

there it is again. a jolt of electricity goes through your abdomen and you shudder in delight.

"yes!" you cry out. "m-more."

jake picks up his speed, careful to keep it the same way you like it. it's as if the gates of heaven themselves have opened, showing you a world of pleasure you've never seen or experienced before.

the stretch has dulled now, and the fullness you feel adds to the coil in your stomach, tighter and tighter with each thrust.

you wrap your legs around jake's waist, wanting him, needing him closer.

jake lays himself over you, his chest pressed to yours, his hips moving nonstop. you've started to meet his movements, chasing something you're not quite sure exactly what.

"it does feel good," you manage to say between moans. "so good."

jake pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you.

"have you ever finished before?" jake questions. your eyebrows pinch together and you shake your head. jake slows down, grinding into you shallowly.

"finished?" you repeat.

"yeah, when you pleasure yourself, you finish," jake recounts. you shake your head again.

"we're not allowed to, remember? i've never touched myself that way," you admit bashfully.

"it's okay," jake reassures, kissing you softly. "you'll feel it here."

jake lays a hand on your lower abdomen, pressing down. you inhale, fingernails digging into jake's shoulder.

"move faster," you request. "but keep pressing there."

jake looks at you in bewilderment but follows nonetheless. he picks up his pace again, still keeping his hand on your stomach. you feel a pressure build up where jake is pressing and you feel your whole body shake.

"you're getting tighter," jake says through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his movements.

"s-sorry, feels too good," you apologize.

"i think i feel it," you add. "keep going, please."

this sends jake into a frenzy, hips snapping at a speed you can't keep up with. you let out a sob as you feel your entire being ignite with every push of jake's shaft in you.

"i can feel myself," jake points out. "i can feel myself through your belly, God."

the words confuse you but you look down to see jake protruding through your lower abdomen with every thrust. the sight sends your brain into overdrive and you moan your loudest as a white-hot current rips through you.

you vaguely hear jake groan as he roughly grabs your hips, keeping you in place. he pumps in and out of you a few more times before stopping. you continue to swivel your hips, squirming at the strange sensation that's taking over your body.

eventually, you relax, feeling strangely peaceful. you feel lightheaded but in the best way, as if you're floating on clouds.

jake grunts, pulling himself out of you. the sensation makes you cringe and you feel something drip out between your legs.

"is that—is that your seed?" you ask in mild disbelief, though still too out of it to care much.

"yeah," jake says, nodding, collecting the drops of himself that spilled out before poking his finger back in you.

"jake!" you protest, still much too sesitive.

jake pulls his finger out and grins at you. he settles beside you, pulling you onto his chest.

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the church bell tolls not long after.

the early morning sun rises above the tree line, and if you were to stand on the other side of the hill, you would have watched the orange glow with amazement and bated breath.

there's a breeze that blows through your messy hair and the smell of morning dew on the grass is mixed with jake's lavender soap.

breathing in the valley air, another prayer falls quietly from your lips.

"we do not deserve your forgiveness," you say . "but you are most merciful and we, are merely grateful sinners."

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #jake smut #jake scenarios #w: jake

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imaginesandbandfiction · 5 months

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Triad Part 5 — Your First Time Together

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: We are getting smutty for the next two parts of this series bc we all know what the mating bond is all about haha.

Warnings: This is pure smut lmaoooo

You decide to have your first time together before accepting the mating bond, wanting it to be special and not lost in the frenzy.

Quite honestly, it’s not the situation that any of you thought you’d end up in. A Triad Bond—those are practically unheard of these days. After sharing a bottle of wine (making sure everyone pours their own glass), just sitting in front of the fire and chatting, your anxiety has calmed down, although that might have more to do with the two males sat on either side of you than the alcohol. You’re cuddled up against Az’s chest with Cassian’s arm draped over the back of the couch and curled around the both of you. The two of them are more comfortable with you as a buffer, and you’re more than happy to give them all the time they need to get used to the idea that this bond is an equilateral triangle, not the letter V.

You squirm in Azriel’s grip until you’re face to face with Cas. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s got his bottom lip pulled behind his teeth.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, leaning in to coax his lip free with a kiss. It’s soft and sweet, and you focus on sending a wave of love through the bond. Azriel echoes your sentiment, his shadows swirling around the three of you like they’re trying to weave you together. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?” You pull back and wait until he nods.

Azriel’s grip loosens around your waist.

“I can go if you need me to,” he offers, thinking it might be easier for Cassian if things started off in familiar territory.

“No, stay. Please,” Cas whispers. He reaches over and grabs Az’s hand to keep him anchored.

Az settles, closer this time, and brushes a stray hair off Cas’s forehead. The two of you sit there, holding him as close as possible and basking in the soft golden glow of the mating bond.

It takes Cassian a few minutes, but eventually he speaks up.

“I… I want to, it’s just, um,” he pauses to clear his throat. Az squeezes his hand.

“We know,” he says. You can feel Cas’s nerves fighting against the bond, but they’re losing. Curiosity slowly seeps into place instead and he leans in to capture your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that sends heat straight to your core.

All too soon, though, he pulls away and turns his head, bumping noses with Azriel.

“You sure?” Az asks.

“Kiss me, Az,” Cas’s voice is breathy. The words are soft, but the intentions behind them are solid.

Things progress naturally from there. Azriel turns fully so his back is resting against the arm of the sofa and he pulls you in between his legs. Cassian kneels between your legs and captures your lips again while Az scatters featherlight kisses across your shoulder blades. They feel like his shadows.

You slip your hands underneath Cas’s sweater and push it up, letting your fingertips flutter against his muscles, until he breaks away for long enough to pull the blasted thing off and give you full access.

Clothes peel off slowly, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left separating you. Then there are mouths and hands—so many hands!—and you’re squirming in between them, desperate for every bit of friction.

“Bed?” Az asks, when he’s got you writhing on top of him, two fingers pushing inside of you while you pump Cassian’s cock, stroking up his thick length.

You nod into his neck, and when Cas mutters a nearly-incoherent yes, Az winnows the three of you to your bedroom. He throws the you and Cas onto the bed and then tugs Cassian down to the end of the bed until his hips are flush with the edge, and then he slides his hands underneath Cas’s thighs, lifting them up and stripping him bare. Cas curls his toes around the footboard, squirming as cool air surrounds him where it never has before. Mixed with the slickness Az had spread there earlier, it has him gasping for breath.

You help him get situated, propping up his back and neck with pillows, and then drop a kiss to his forehead. His eyes flutter shut and he reaches behind his head to wrap his arm around your waist.

“C’mere, Angel,” he mumbles, pulling you closer. You look up and make eye contact with Az, whose eyes darkened with lust at the sight of his mates getting ready for him. He nods and holds out a hand to help you climb on top of Cas to lower yourself down on his cock.

A barely-audible Fuck tickles your ears as your thighs settle around his. It takes you a few minutes to adjust; Azriel steps forward and wraps an arm around you from behind, rubbing soothing circles beneath your belly button where Cas’s tip strains against your stomach.

When you start moving, slow at first, the tension drains from Cassian’s body. His big hands squeeze your waist, helping you lift yourself up.

Az presses in even closer. You feel the tip of his cock between your cheeks, not quite touching Cassian yet.

“Still okay?” He asks. It’s not so much a word but a feeling that crosses from Cas’s mind into yours and Azriel’s—wet, hot desperation pulsates through the threads connecting the three of you.

You lean down to pull Cassian’s tongue into your mouth as Az slides into place. Cas stills when Az bottoms out, muscles tightening again.

Az reaches around you to lace his fingers with Cas’s and squeezes. The bond hums, raining shimmering gold behind your eyelids. You slide your lips against Cas’s in lazy, languid movements that help keep him calm as he adjusts.

The three of you stay there for what feels like a lifetime, totally still, soaking in the feeling of complete and utter peace that surrounds you.

You never knew you were missing a part of you until, suddenly, it’s there. And then, like an exhale, you fall together, limbs twisting up into one giant knot. Azriel’s chest presses against your back and you turn to bury your face in the crook of Cas’s neck, making room for Az to lean down and suck Cas’s bottom lip on between his teeth as he starts to pump on and out of Cas.

Your hips grind down wanting Cassian deeper, claiming you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Az growls, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

The pet name has both you and Cas squirming, desperate for more. Pleasure builds quickly just like the sweat between your bodies.

You feel Az’s movements start to quicken even more, his arousal pulsing through the bond. Cassian’s fully incoherent, babbling and moaning, overwhelmed by the feeling of his two mates claiming him.

Azriel reaches around and starts circling your clit with two long fingers. You arch against him and tighten around Cas as Az leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Come for me, honey.”

It hits you instantly and you’re gushing on Cassian’s cock, grinding your hips down to milk every last second of pleasure. Az dips two fingers down to collect your slick and then shoves them in Cas’s mouth.

A strangled groan gets caught in Cas’s throat as he sucks on Az’s fingers. His hips buck up into yours, pounding harder and harder until he can’t possibly hold off any longer and spills himself inside of you.

Cas’s head drops back and you fall onto his chest, seeking out skin to skin contact. Az’s orgasm comes in a minute later; he stills behind you and then snaps his hips back a few times to ride it out.

When he’s done, he collapses on the bed next to you and drops his head onto Cas’s chest. The two of you lay there, curled into each other, with Cas’s strong arms cradling you to keep you in place. You can feel faint waves of pleasure coursing through the bond as you bask in the bright, shiny afterglow.

“Mother above,” he mutters. “What do you think it’ll feel like after we accept the bond?”

You lift your head and make eye contact with Az, knowing that the dark temptress of lust clouding his irises is mirrored in your own eyes.

His hand shoots out to stop you when you try to move.

“We can’t,” he says, choking on the words like it physically hurts to say them. “I have a feeling we’re going to need a good night’s sleep first.” With a groan, you let your head thump back onto Cas’s chest. He’s right, but you don’t have to be happy about it.

Az untangles himself from the embrace and tugs you off of Cassian, ignoring your cries of protest. You collapse on the bed in the divot where Az’s body had just been. “I know, I know, but we need to get you cleaned up.”

He squeezes your hand and then disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s got a mug of water and a damp cloth. First, he hands you the mug and you take a few sips. Then you hold the mug to Cas’s lips and coax him into drinking with sweet murmurs.

Az’s touch is gentle, softer than his shadows, when he swipes the cloth through your folds.

You squirm, overstimulated but not complaining, and Az chuckles.

“So fucking needy,” he tuts, using his free hand to push the stray hairs off your forehead. “I can’t wait to see what you’re like during the frenzy.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead then moves over to Cassian. The general closes his eyes and tips his head back as beautiful red roses bloom on his cheeks. Az is just as soft with a Cas, and a quiet sigh slips out of his lips.

The strangled groan that escapes Az is primal and he has to turn away from you to cool the burning in his veins.

“You two are going to be the death of me, I swear.”

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peachy-posy · 7 months

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Ride This Out - Vash x Reader (Chapter 3)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ MINORS DNI

A/N: Last chapter!!! It's literally pretty much all smut lmaoooo Thank you for reading along <3

Chapter Tags: Makeup Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Finger Riding, Mild Breeding Kink, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Inside

Word Count: 5.4k

AO3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2

When you wake up, the room is dark. Dim moonlight filters softly into the room, illuminating the small quarters.

You sink further into the warm mass you’re pressed against, trying to align your body to fit more snugly against his sleeping form.

Your lover has one arm snaking around your waist, hand splayed on your hip. Sensing your movements, he begins to stir softly, a quiet groan escaping his lips. His fingers twitch as he wakes, and he tightens his arm around you as he blinks open his turquoise eyes.

He smiles sleepily, free hand coming up to your face, brushing a loose strand of your bangs behind your ear. You smile back, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss. You feel him smile against your lips before drawing back.

“Sleep okay, love?” His voice is charmingly gravelly from just waking up.

A soft snort escapes you as you nod. He still sounds mostly asleep. “Not as good as you, I don’t think,” you joke.

A grin adorns his face as he nods in agreement, drawing you closer to his warm body.

You glance over to the window, a sigh escaping your lips. “We really overslept a bit, huh?”

Vash laughs, shrugging. “Ah, who cares. That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

You lie together comfortably, his fingers running through your hair, scratching your scalp. Despite the peaceful atmosphere of the room, your mind is racing, your earlier conversation situated at the forefront of your thoughts.

“I meant what I said earlier,” you murmur against his chest.

“I know,” he replies quietly.

Biting the inside of your lip, you press forward. “I really am sorry… I never want you to be hurting alone.”

He says nothing for a moment, silence settling into the room like a thin layer of dust. Fear that you’ve somehow said the wrong thing begins forming in your chest, and you swallow thickly in an attempt to soothe it. Just as you’re about to start over explaining yourself, he speaks.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he remarks, a wistful smile on his lips. “I… I don’t deserve someone to share my hurt with.” He pauses, eyes somewhat glazed as he gets lost in his thoughts. “I don’t deserve you.”

Your chest twists painfully, his words causing you to feel ill. You refuse to allow him to keep thinking of himself this way. Hastily pushing yourself into an upright position, you turn to face him. His eyes are wide as you level him with an intense stare.

“I don’t want to hear you say that ever again, Vash! You deserve the world . I’ll try to give that to you for as long as I live.” You pause briefly, trying to shift your tone into something more tender. “I’ve never met anyone as selfless, and kind, and brave, and sma-“ your words die out, interrupted by him surging forward, lips capturing yours in a desperate, passionate kiss.

Initially, the shock of the kiss has you stiff, but you find yourself quickly melting into him.

He pulls back, ending the kiss as quickly as it started. You stare at him, a feeling of breathlessness in your chest.

“I love you. God, I love you so much.” The words fall from his lips so beautifully, and you waste no time in stealing another intense kiss. He reciprocates it immediately, hands raising to cup your jaw.

“I,” you gasp, managing to pull away for a moment before his hands draw you in again roughly. The kiss is wet and rushed, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You pull back again after a few seconds, lips close enough to still be grazing his, breathing out, “love you.” He surges forward, desperately seeking out your lips as if he needs them to survive.

Without interrupting your kiss, you swing your knee over his hips to straddle him. He leans back in a fluid motion, pulling you with him to the mattress. Using your knees and forearms to support you, you hover over his pelvis and lean over his chest, deepening the kiss. Your bodies rock together sensually as his tongue slips past your lips, drawing a soft moan from your chest.

His hands trail roughly down your body, possessive as he squeezes and claims you. They eventually come to rest on your hips, gripping them as his pelvis bucks slightly against you. The feeling is electrifying, and you grind your clothed sex down on him in response, drawing a groan from him. Heat rushes through your core as you feel his hardened member, aching with want.

Just as you’re about to see if he wants to go further, he draws back, letting his head rest on the mattress, cheeks flushed. The otherwise quiet, dusty bedroom is filled with the sounds of soft panting.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, his eyes hooded with lust. “I’m being selfish… I wasn’t even considering the fact that you got injured today. You’re probably still sore, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

You gaze at him for several long moments, his thoughtfulness making you feel both touched and impatient. “Vash, I’m fine. What I am is extremely pent up, though, so I would really appreciate it if we could take care of that.” He blushes slightly, and you can’t stop the smirk that pulls at your lips. “In fact, I’m hoping I’ll be sore if I play my cards right.”

A giggle falls from your lips as he gapes at you, eyebrows raised in surprise. It’s not long before he too eventually snorts, giving into laughing along with you.

“Unbelievable!” He chides, giving you a playful poke to your side. “I was worried about you, and here you are, only one thing on your mind!”

You blush, grinning down at him. “Well, I’m not alone in thinking about it.” A purposeful shift of your body on his pelvis effectively proves your point, putting pressure on his hardened length. The sensation draws a pleasured groan from him, and your grin widens.

He swallows thickly. “I guess it has been a little while.”

That could be the biggest understatement of the year. Traveling in a group doesn’t exactly allow many opportunities for intimacy. Many nights have been spent under the stars in the desert, unable to do more than share chaste kisses and a sleeping bag.

“All right,” he sighs. “But you’re gonna have to keep it down for once, because these walls are pretty thin,” he warns teasingly.

You regard him with a playfully scandalized expression, mouth open, a smile threatening to betray your rouse. “ For once? You’re so full of it!”

He grins at you, snickering softly and murmuring a not-so-apologetic sounding apology. Cupping the base of your head, he pulls you down for a kiss. You smile against his lips, your fingers hastily working to remove his shirt.

Once it’s been slipped over his head and tossed aside, you sit back up, eyes shamelessly roving over his figure. He is a vision of beauty, his defined muscles lightly flexing as you graze your fingernails across his skin. The soft touch has him gasping, his own hands sliding up and down your sides.

When you two first got together, he was incredibly self conscious about his body. All intimacy involved his shirt remaining on, which was perfectly fine with you. You wanted him to be comfortable and to be able to fully enjoy himself, and were happy to build up his confidence slowly.

He finally showed you his shirtless form after months of gentle reassurances and confidence building, and you traced your fingers delicately over his scars with tears streaming down your cheeks, babbling that you couldn’t understand how so many could hurt him this way.

You’d felt terrible afterwards. He had to comfort you when he was in a very vulnerable state. You apologized profusely, vowing to him that you would take every bad and painful touch his body had ever been scarred with and replace it tenfold with a gentle and loving one.

And you spent as much time as you could fulfilling that promise.

You begin peppering kisses all over him, wanting to claim every inch of his skin with them. Keeping your touch featherlight, you graze every ridge and valley on his abdomen, absolutely relishing the pleasured sounds you’re able to pull from him. Your mouth works its way down his body, taking time to give every scar you can see attention with your lips and mouth. His breath catches when you give a few quick sucks to his nipples, teeth just barely scraping against them.

Your body is situated right atop his still covered cock, the pressure on it constantly fluctuating as you shift and move. The way he sounds as he’s panting and moaning lights a fire in you, smoldering and building with every passing moment. You find yourself struggling to not grind against him to soothe the tingling heat in your core.

You kiss and nip slowly down his stomach, your own body scooting down in between his legs, your head finally reaching his pants. Your eyes flick up at him through your lashes, and the look on his face goes directly to your cunt. He’s already wrecked and you’ve barely touched him—his chest is rising and falling in quick, uneven pants; beads of sweat are accumulating at his hairline, rolling slowly down his face; his cheeks are flushed with arousal.

His cock is painfully hard: you don’t need to remove anything to tell that much. You’re glad he’s wearing a pair of loose, gray sweatpants, because they’re much easier to remove than his normal clothes.

With nimble fingers, you slide his pants and underwear off, tossing them aside haphazardly, eyes trained on his thick length.

You glance at him through your lashes again. “So hard already, baby,” you murmur, lightly gripping his cock and giving it a slow stroke.

He moans deliciously, his head tilting back into the pillows. “You’re gonna kill me, Mayfly,” he mumbles, the back of his hand covering his eyes.

You grin, giving him a firmer stroke. The moan he lets out makes you squeeze your thighs together, seeking any relief for your aching, wet sex.

You go down on him eagerly, taking the tip of his thick cock into your mouth, moaning as you suck and lick the head and slit. A shaky, breathy moan escapes his lips as his hands grasp at the sheets, and you start pumping his shaft with your hands while focusing on the bulbous tip with your mouth and tongue.

You sneak an occasional glance at your lover while you suck him off, unable to keep your eyes off him for long. He has his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, his mouth open as quiet, lewd whimpers and groans spill from his lips. His hips twitch involuntarily as he loses himself in the wet heat of your mouth.

He begins to thrust up into you as his pants and moans become more noticeable, but you hold him down by the hips, removing your hands from his cock, rubbing placating circles against his hip bone. Just as he’s beginning to make noises of protest, you take him completely into your mouth, his tip touching the back of your throat. The strangled cry that leaves his throat spurs you on as you begin bobbing up and down in earnest, sucking and hollowing your cheeks.

He cries out your name, one of his hands covering his mouth to try and stifle his moans. His other hand is gripping the sheets, holding them so tightly his knuckles are white.

“Oh, f-fuck, yes, just like that baby,” he babbles, his words muffled around his hand. He starts jerking his hips into your mouth again, and you let him this time, swallowing around his cock as he fucks your mouth.

You begin to notice his body tense up periodically, and based on the noises of desperation falling from his covered mouth, you know he’s getting close.

Deciding to try and push him over the edge, you take him deeper into your throat, but he cries out once more, gasping, “Baby, baby, wait-wait!” As you register his words, you begin easing up, but he grabs your head urgently and pulls you off his throbbing cock, his hips jerking forward reflexively.

You look up, furrowing your brow, eyes watering and wet lips parted and swollen. He’s sitting up, hunched over, panting and trembling. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck and along his collarbone, and the sight of him this way makes you want to step back in and finish the job.

You scold yourself mentally for being distracted and horny, trying to reign it in to make sure he’s all right.

“Everything okay?” Your voice is slightly hoarse as you rub a hand soothingly along his thigh. You move to sit up on your knees, resting in between his parted legs.

He looks out of it, and it takes a moment for your question to register. With a reassuring nod, he runs a hand through his sweat slicked locks, putting his free hand over yours with a breathless chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah, more than okay—I just don’t wanna cum yet, s’too soon,” he mumbles, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

A delighted grin forms on your lips as you lunge forward and pepper kisses on his nose and cheekbones.

“Aw! Such a thoughtful partner I have!” You praise happily, somewhat teasing.

When he looks at you, his eyes darken, prompting you to swallow thickly as arousal tingles in your core.

A soft huff of laughter escapes him, and he murmurs, “Actually…” Leaning forward, his voice lowers as he speaks into your ear. “I only wanna cum inside you. It’d be such a waste going down your throat.”

You choke on air, anticipation swirling in your gut. You have no idea where that suddenly came from, but it would be a lie if you said it didn’t turn you on. You know your face is bright red, because when he leans back to look at you, he can’t hold back his laughter at your expression. Your face feels even hotter as you look away from him.

“Sorry, sorry… too much?” He finally manages, his hand coming up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Um… actually…” you bite your lip, eyes trained on anything other than him in the moonlit room, feeling uncharacteristically shy.

He absolutely glows with excitement.

“Mayfly!” He gasps, his tone playfully scandalized. “Did we just find a new kink?”

You hide your flaming cheeks with your hands, fingers spread across your eyes. In your embarrassment, all you can manage is a high pitched, “Mhm!”

He coos playfully, reaching for your wrists. “C’mon, don’t hide. It’s okay! It’s hot!”

Tugging your wrists away from your face, he plants little kisses on your cheekbones, ceasing only when you meet his eyes again.

A pleased grin is plastered on his face as he releases your wrists, drawing a huff of laughter from you. As he reaches forward to pull you in by the base of your neck for a soft kiss, you feel the tension melt from your body.

Feeling reassured that you’ve recovered from your slight embarrassment, his hands drift, grazing down to the hem of your shirt, fingers slipping under the fabric to feel your heated, sweat-slicked skin. Reaching down after him, you lift your shirt off easily, tossing it aside. His hands slide up your body sensually, snaking around your back, seeking out the clasp of your bra. With practiced fingers, the clasp is freed, and you let the garment slide down your arms, flinging it haphazardly.

A moan spills from your lips as his calloused hands cup your breasts, fingers gently pinching your hardened nipples. You feel heady with lust and anticipation, your pussy throbbing.

You rest your forehead against his own, sharing his breaths, relaxing into him as you feel one of his hands ghost down your belly. Your eyelids flutter shut as his hand trails further down, slipping into your pants and underwear, prompting you to part your knees.

Vash’s lips latch onto your neck, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh as his fingertips reach your soaking folds. A pleased groan rumbles from his chest as he feels your wetness, dipping into your cunt to spread the fluids towards your throbbing clit. A shaky, wanton moan tumbles from your lips, his touch electric on your aching sex.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your neck breathlessly, finger dipping back into your hole.

“Vash, please,” you whine, shifting to get his finger closer to your swollen clit.

“Okay, okay,” he soothes, his finger finally sliding to where you want it. Your body jolts as he starts rubbing small circles into you, his movements somewhat restricted by your pants, but still effective in sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He curses under his breath as lewd whimpers escape you, pitched and desperate.

Hastily pulling your remaining clothes off, you shudder as he increases the pressure on your clit once he has more room. You’re so wound up you know you won’t last long like this, and he seems to know this too.

The sparking pleasure from his finger eases up gradually, leaving you breathlessly reeling. You feel his finger slide down your folds, dipping slowly into your cunt. You whine as he sinks it into you, resisting the impulse to squeeze your thighs together. The small intrusion of his finger feels like sweet relief, and you find yourself quaking when he’s knuckles deep.

You feel his long finger curl, pressing onto the plush walls of your pussy with a teasingly slow pace. Pleasure jolts in your core and you groan lasciviously, feeling his pulsing finger quicken its pace.

It’s not long before he is relentlessly fingering your g-spot, slipping another finger into your wet hole. You grind your clit into his palm, desperately seeking out friction.

Your body feels like a live wire, core thrumming with pleasure. Your breaths are coming in short pants, and your forehead has dropped down to rest in the crook of your lover’s shoulder, where he’s babbling praises into your ear.

‘So good for me, you’re taking me so well, so tight.’

Your hips start rolling, and you moan Vash’s name with tears in your eyes when his fingers hit just right.

“Right there?” He asks breathlessly.

You nod vigorously, gripping onto his bicep to ground yourself. He watches you with wide eyes, completely transfixed, and makes no move to stop you from taking your pleasure.

You let yourself get lost in the heat that’s buzzing deep inside you, head thrown back and eyes closed, riding your lover’s fingers with pitched moans. With every roll of your hips, Vash’s palm rubs into you, the friction sending jolts of ecstasy through your body.

Vash’s other hand creeps down his own body, and he starts to fuck his fist slowly as he watches you. He stares, entranced as your eyebrows furrow, and can feel your walls begin to tense sporadically on his fingers. He slips a third finger into your heat and you gasp in response, hips stuttering momentarily as you adjust.

The pleasure that has been steadily building is beginning to reach its breaking point. Every brush of his fingers against your g-spot sends you hurdling closer to your climax. As much as you’d like to have that release, you don’t mind to edge yourself a bit, wanting to reciprocate the thoughtfulness your partner showed you.

“Mmm, baby, ‘m close,” you mumble, huffing for breath as sweat rolls down every part of your body, hips steadily rolling to a stop. You lift yourself gingerly, beginning to scoot back to let Vash’s fingers slide out of your throbbing cunt, but cry out in surprise when you feel his hand grasp your hip, pushing you back down on his digits harshly. His fingers push hard against your g-spot, sending delicious sparks of ecstasy through you, teetering dangerously close to the edge once again. You squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to gain some control, trying to breathe through the orgasm that is threatening to overtake you.

You open your eyes to ask Vash what he’s doing, but the words die on your tongue when you see him. He’s watching you, completely captivated, panting and sweating, cock strained and hard. He has an intense look on his face.

“Who said you should stop?” His voice is low, and you swallow thickly. His fingers twitch in you, and you squirm slightly, swallowing a whimper. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

Before you have a chance to mumble out a reply, he curls his digits inside you, and you cry out in bliss. He fingers you roughly, sparks of hot pleasure shooting into your belly. You’re worked back to the edge swiftly, gasping desperately, walls tensing on his long fingers. He leans forward slightly, face close to your ear.

“C’mon Mayfly,” he breathes, giving you a wet kiss right under your jaw. You feel him suck and nip at your sensitive skin, shuddering from all of the sensations assaulting you. He shifts up, lips right on your ear. Fingers relentless inside of you, you feel tears prick at your eyes. He brings his palm closer to your heat, grinding it against your clit. “Come for me, you’re so close.”

That’s all you can take: you throw your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as you are thrown over the edge with a strangled cry. Your orgasm is one of the most intense you’ve ever had, the unshed tears from earlier spilling over your lashes as your body goes rigid. He continues to fuck you through it, praising you as he feels your walls clamp down, fluttering sporadically, fluids gushing around his fingers. Your body is wracked by aftershocks of pleasure, and you gasp against him each time. Eventually, the waves begin to fizzle, and you slump against him as stray tears roll down your cheeks.

“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing the side of your head.

You whimper as he withdraws his slicked fingers, arms still wrapped around his neck to anchor yourself from the intense pleasure you’re still coming down from.

Despite the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you, that tingling, hot sensation of unadulterated want can still be felt in your core, and you know you could do another round.

His hand strokes up and down your spine, his touch brimming with love and care. A few moments pass before either of you speak again, allowing you to collect yourself.

“Can you keep going?” He asks softly, kissing that same spot on your head. Even though he hasn’t cum, there’s no pressure in his question. There never has been and there never will be. He only wants to continue if you do.

You smile weakly, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “‘Course I can. What do you take me for?”

He chuckles softly, gently wiping the remnants of a tear off your cheek. “You’re insatiable.”

You blush, but laugh along with him, giving him a small, affectionate kiss on the nose. “Hey, I tried to stop. I think you’re just into it.”

He grins, and your heart skips a beat. “Guilty as charged.”

After giving you another few moments to recover, Vash guides you gently back onto his hips, laying down with his back on the mattress. You straddle him, and he places his large hands on your hips. You smile warmly, taking in his visage laying under you.

“You’re stunning,” you whisper, lovingly stroking his forearms at your sides.

He blushes, and your smile brightens. “I could say the same thing. I’ve got a pretty good view from here,” he replies, his thumbs stroking the plush flesh around your hips.

Lifting yourself onto your knees, Vash reaches down to guide himself into your sensitive heat.

It’s been a while for you both, so the stretch to accommodate his member straddles pleasure and pain. You balance yourself using his chest, slowly lowering yourself onto him. You’re half tempted to just throw caution to the wind and bottom out now, despite being oversensitive.

“Don’t - ah - don’t rush, Mayfly,” he chides, sensing your impatience.

“‘s taking too long,” you mumble back, closing your eyes as you concentrate. His grip tightens on your hips to control your descent, his breathing quick.

When you finally bottom out, you both let out a deep exhale, taking a moment to get adjusted. You feel so full, the burn from stretching not quite gone, but dissipating steadily.

After remaining seated for a few moments, you try an experimental roll of your hips, deciding both the sensitivity and stretch is bearable. Vash sucks in a sharp breath, and you take it as a cue to keep going.

You start at a steady, but slow pace, mostly grinding at this point. It’s not long, though, before you raise yourself up and sink back down, a breathy moan of Vash’s name on your tongue. Setting a languid pace, you bite your lip as he moans wantonly. His thick cock twitches inside you as you ride him, your walls clenching on him sporadically.

“Oh, god you’re tight. Fuck.”

Soon, the slow pace isn’t enough, and you begin bouncing on his hips, his cock spearing deep into you, sparks of pleasure shooting into your core. His hands grip your inner thighs, thumbs resting in the divet connecting your pelvis to your thighs, head tilting back into the pillows, eyes closed. His swollen lips part as soft groans and pants of your name spill from them.

“Like that, god yes,” he mutters, his hips starting to thrust in tune with your movements.

You throw your head back as his thrusts become more forceful, less controlled. You feel so deliciously full, the burn from the stretch completely gone. His grip on your thighs tightens, and he starts pulling you down harder, driving a pleasured cry from your mouth. Your eyes flit down to where you’re joined, watching as he snaps his hips upwards, his muscles flexing as he moves.

You are taken by surprise when Vash’s grip on your thighs moves abruptly to your waist, and he rolls you over, switching positions. Now looming over top of you, he thrusts his cock into you at a punishing pace. You gasp, the pleasure building in your core dizzying. He lifts your legs over his shoulders, your body folding as he fucks into you. The new angle has you seeing stars, each thrust hammering your g-spot and causing a wet squelching noise.

In an unfortunately timed moment of self-awareness breaking through your haze of lust, you realize just how loud you two have been this whole time: the lewd slapping of your sweat soaked bodies, the old bed creaking and scraping the floor, the wooden headboard hitting the wall repeatedly, the breathy ’ ah’ that spills from your lips with every thrust, the heavy panting and groaning from your lover. Your face turns beet red, but you can’t stop the keening noise you make at a particularly deep thrust.

“Oh my god,” you groan, mortified that half the inn probably knows what you’re doing.

“What’s wrong?” Vash manages, unrelenting in his pace.

“We, ah, I just realized, mm…” your words fail you for a moment, toes curling as he bends you further, trying to get closer to hear you better. “We’ve been so, ngh, loud,” you finally get out, face turning impossibly redder.

The smug look that overtakes his features makes you wish you’d kept your mouth shut.

“I warned you earlier,” he pants, but seems all too pleased about the noise. Biting your hand, you attempt to stifle the noises you’re making, though you know it’s far too late to care. He gets a mischievous kind of look in his eye, and before you know it, his hand snakes down between your rocking bodies, fingers deftly brushing against your oversensitive clit.

All hopes in preserving your dignity are out the window.

A cry of his name pours from your lips, lost in the intense sensations overtaking your body. Your walls clench down on him, causing him to groan loudly, hips stuttering for a moment.

“C-close, close, mmm! ” you babble desperately, gasping, feeling the pleasure in your core winding up tighter with every toe curling slap of his hips.

“M-me too, Mayfly,” he pants, his pistoning hips becoming more erratic. He increases the pressure on your clit, tightening the coil in your core.

His ministrations bring you to your climax, a strangled moan tearing from your throat, your whole body going taut as you peak. The aftershocks of pleasure follow, hitting you in waves, your tightening, fluttering walls sending Vash closer to the edge. You feel his thrusts stutter.

“In, cum inside, please,” you beg, voice pitched and desperate as you toss your head to the side.

He curses under his breath at your erotic display, sweat dripping down his body. He manages one final thrust, pushing his cock in as deep as he can with a stuttered groan as his seed spills into you. The warm feeling of it filling you up extends your orgasm slightly, your cunt milking his throbbing member as much as possible. Vash grinds his hips into you, chasing the last waves of his pleasure as the remainder of his seed spills into you.

The blonde collapses onto the mattress after letting your legs fall from his shoulders, trying to land mostly to your side.

You’re a mess of heaving, tangled limbs on a bed. Both of you pant heavily, sweat drenching your bodies, his softening cock still inside you as your combined fluids start trickling from your puffy, sensitive hole.

After several moments spent catching your breath, you curl into him, wrapping a leg around his own. You hear him huff a bit of laughter, pulling you closely against him. He presses a kiss into your hair, and you gently trace patterns with your fingernails on his back.

You break the comfortable silence.

“I think… that may have been the best sex we’ve ever had.”

He snorts, his hand coming up to scratch your scalp softly. “I think you’re right. Not sure why though.”

“We were extremely pent up,” you point out. He hums in agreement. “And I’ve heard makeup sex is better than regular sex.”

Your statement takes him by surprise, a snicker finally escaping him following a beat of silence. You grin against his chest, pressing a kiss to the sweat-covered skin in front of you.

“Are you saying we should argue more and have sex less?” He asks, teasing.

“Hey, if it works, it works.”

He chuckles, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. You sigh into it, feeling your body melt.

“I love you,” you murmur softly against his lips.

“I love you too, Mayfly,” he replies, giving you another soft kiss for good measure.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The following morning, you and Vash walk alongside Wolfwood to a nearby restaurant, seeking out some breakfast before getting on the road.

You had been worried sick that everyone would shoot dirty looks at you and your partner following your late-night activities; Wolfwood especially, since you’ll be stuck with him and his teasing long-term. It seems as if you’re in the clear, though, because you haven’t heard a word all morning.

After sitting at a small table at the restaurant, Vash takes your hand, holding it softly. You shoot him a quick, tender gaze before Wolfwood clears his throat.

“Y’know guys, I’m just so glad you were able to make up. You had me worried.”

“Oh yeah, I meant to thank you!” Vash exclaims suddenly, glad to have remembered. “Thank you for being there for her yesterday. We really owe you,” he finishes, his voice earnest. You smile pleasantly, taking a sip of water.

Wolfwood waves him off. “Think nothing of it, friend. Always glad to help.”

A beat of silence follows, and he adds nonchalantly, “Y’know, I should be thanking you.”

You and Vash exchanged puzzled glances, before he asks, “What for?”

Wolfwood shrugs, plucking a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, lighting it swiftly. “It was just so thoughtful to loudly make sure everyone at the inn knew you guys made up. You two are just constantly thinking of others.”

#trigun #vash #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun 98 #trigun stampede #vash x you #peachy writes!#fanfic #goodnight posting this makes me sooo nervous #first smut jitters? is that a thing? lmfao

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mypoisonedvine · 4 months

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omggg #64 with coworkers!javi p? 🫶

oh i havent written javier in ages!! i missed him!

#64: "fuck me--" "okay." "it's just a figure of speech..."

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), oral m receiving, slightly shy/innocent reader? she's still thirsty tho lmaoooo

You couldn't help it: he looked so sexy when he was frustrated.

It wasn't that you didn't feel bad for him when he was upset. He usually had good reason to be. You certainly didn't want to cause him to get like that... you just liked looking at him when it happened.

"Fuck," Javi sighed, tilting his head back as he ran his hands over his face; you bit your lip, hoping he wouldn't notice you staring.

He leaned in the chair, spreading his legs a little wider, and damn his thighs looked good in those jeans.

"Fuckin' idiots," he groaned to himself, "you know how much paperwork this is gonna be?"

"U-um, I'm not sure," you replied hesitantly, until he shot you a glare.

"I wasn't really asking," he explained.

"Oh... sorry..." you mumbled.

"But, just so you know-- it's gonna be a lot," he informed you.

"I can help!" you offered. "I don't mind staying late--"

"No, it's not your problem to solve," he shook his head.

"It's really okay," you promised, "I-I know I don't know my way around as well as you, but I can at least pick up the slack, right?"

You could tell by his expression that he was still planning to say no, so you spoke up first.

"I won't bug you, I swear-- I just want to be helpful! I won't ask any stupid questions--"

"Fine," he blurted out, sighing as little as you smiled. "Fine. You can stay late and help. But if we're not done by 8, you're going home."

"Great," you beamed.

You got the impression that you were more help than he was expecting, but you still found yourself distracted by him all too often. He just looked so good like this: running his fingers through his hair, filling his exposed chest with heavy sighs...

Once or twice, he almost caught you looking at him, but you darted your eyes back to the paperwork at hand and pretended to be focused.

He'd been handing you things to do for him-- delegating, as you'd suggested, to ease the load. You'd finish something and hand it back, simple enough. "What else can I do to help?" you asked him after finishing a few things, but he wasn't really paying attention to you right then.

"Fuck me," he groaned.

"Okay," you blurted out. Before you could think about it, before you could process that he hadn't even heard your question, before you could wonder if you'd be hearing from HR on Monday.

"It's... just a figure of speech..." he corrected with a nervous pause, looking over at you under raised brows.

You cleared your throat and looked away, feeling your face heat up. "I know," you responded, "I was just kidding."

"Right," he nodded, eyes still on you. "Didn't look like you were kidding."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm not that funny," you shrugged. "Not every joke lands, right?"

"It wasn't funny," he agreed with a growing smirk, "but I never said it didn't land."

You swallowed as he gave you a knowing look.

"You want somethin' from me? You just have to ask," he offered, voice lower and sweeter. You shifted nervously in your seat.

"Well, I-- um..."

He leaned in a little closer to you. "Sure could use the stress relief," he grinned. "I know how bad you wanna be helpful..."

You felt a bit helpless to him as he curled his finger to beckon you closer. You stood up and approached his chair, until he patted his thigh and you nervously sat down on it.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer; you were very aware that you'd never been this close to him before, and you bit your lip in anticipation. "Probably thought I wouldn't catch you lookin' at me, hm?" he prompted with a smile.

Damn. You thought you were more subtle...

"You wanna help me, honey?" he cooed. Finding yourself getting lost already in those warm brown eyes, you felt yourself nodding before you could think about it. He smiled wider. "Good. Why don't you get on your knees for me?"

Even as you were obeying, kneeling on the floor, you wondered if this was a bad idea-- if someone else would, for some odd reason, come back into the office and catch you like this. Why did the thought make your stomach flutter in a sort of intriguing way?

Your lip caught between your teeth as he shifted his hips with a low groan, starting to unbuckle his belt and jeans for you. You certainly had a suspicion that his dick would match his ego, but the thickness still surprised you a bit when he held it in front of your face... especially when you realized he wasn't fully hard yet. "C'mon and show me what you can do, baby," he encouraged, gently petting your head before guiding it further into his lap.

Though the reality of the situation still hadn't quite set in yet, you wrapped your lips around him and shut your eyes, humming as he moaned lowly and guided you down a bit further.

"Good girl," he praised roughly, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes. "Damn, got a nice little mouth on you..."

You hummed at the depth of his voice, feeling his cock stiffen further against your lips. You took him deeper with each bob of your head, whining a bit as he began to just barely move his hips forward into your mouth.

He groaned louder when the tip hit your throat. "Too big for you, honey?" he chuckled a bit, and you realized with wide eyes how much of his length was still left. "S'okay, baby, I know somewhere that you can fit all of this..."

You looked up at him, eyes wide, and felt your walls flutter at his devious smirk.

"Wanna come up here and make good on that offer to fuck me?" he chuckled.

You took your mouth off of him and eagerly jumped up into his lap, whimpering with need as he started to push your skirt up. "Javi," you moaned under your breath, letting your eyes flutter shut as his warm hands ran up your thighs--

"What?" he asked, and you jumped in your chair a bit as your eyes opened again. Your face flushed as you realized how far you'd let yourself fall into the fantasy.

"U-uh, nothing," you choked, shuffling around aimlessly with the stack of papers in front of you.

"If you're tired, you can head home," he assured, "it's no trouble-- I can finish this all up--"

"No, no, it's fine," you shook your head, offering him a nervous smile. "I'm all yours for the night."

"Hm?" he tilted his head.

"Um, you know-- it's just a figure of speech," you explained with a sigh.

#javier pena x reader #javier pena smut

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newtthetranswriter · 7 months

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ooh ooh i got one—how about talking yuji into dressing up and planning to go to a party but we end up trick or treating instead LMAOOOO

A/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, sorry It’s a bit late and may seem rushed but I finished it and think it turned out cute. A little context I tried to make it as though the reader probably started at Jujutsu tech part way through high school, also they are adults in this. I hope you like it and Thank you for the request. Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate, and requests are still open.

Halloween with Yuji

Word count: 973

Paring: Yuji Itadori x Gn!reader

Summary: Movie night turned Party turned trick or treating with Yuji.

Warnings: none really, maybe feeling left out at a party, mentions of Megumi threatening Yuji.

It’s the best day of the year, Halloween. I had originally planned to just stay home and watch movies with my boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, but a friend from before I became a sorcerer invited me to a Halloween party they were throwing. I decided that since I haven’t been out in a while I might as well, so the next step was convincing Yuji that a party would be more fun than watching horror movies all night.

“Hey Yuji, I have a question for you.” I said entering the living room, watching him set up the couch for a night of movies.

He paused before turning to look at me. “What’s up, babe?” Yuji asked, I could tell he was curious.

Joining him by the couch I put on my best puppy dog eyes, knowing it would be the only way to convince him. “A friend from high school invited me to a Halloween party and I was thinking it would be a good way to get out and forget about curses and stuff for a bit. What do you say? We can even dress up for it.” I suggested hoping he would agree.

Rolling his eyes he sighed and plopped on the couch. “I thought we were gonna have a movie night just the two of us. Plus we don’t even have costumes, what would we wear?” He made a good point. We had been planning to stay in for weeks so we hadn’t got any costumes. I thought for a moment before I had an idea. I immediately sprinted to our shared bedroom.

After rummaging through the closet where we kept spare sheets I finally found two white top sheets. Grabbing the sheets I went to the kitchen grabbing some scissors quickly cutting two holes in the sheets. I threw one over myself grabbing my sunglasses from the counter, walking back to the living room. “Bam we can be cheesy ghosts together.” I said, throwing the other sheet over Yuji's face.

“Ok, fine we can go, but if it gets boring we are coming home and watching Friday the 13th.” He said standing up, fixing the sheet so it sat properly and grabbing his own sunglasses. With a small cheer from me we headed out to the party.

We had arrived at the party about an hour ago, and I have to say it was boring. Don’t get me wrong, the music was nice and there were a lot of things happening, but we knew no one there. Sure my old friend was there but it had been so long since we last spoke it felt forced and it was impossible to join in conversation with other people. It was like people formed their little clicks and didn’t let new people join.

Letting out a sigh I stood up from my seat grabbing Yuji’s hand. “Let’s just go home, there’s nothing to do here.” I said, pushing my way through the crowd.

As we walked home I could feel Yuji watching me as I fiddled with the sheet in my hands, having taken it off to get some fresh air for a minute. When I turned to ask him what was wrong, he grabbed the sheet from my hand and threw it back over my head. Before I could ask why he started pulling me somewhere.

“We can’t let these awesome costumes go to waste. So we are gonna go trick or treating.” He said pulling me towards what I’m assuming was a neighborhood.

I stumbled as I processed his statement. “But we’re adults, it’d be weird for us to trick or treat.” I said, trying to convince him to go home. “You wanted to watch horror movies, we can just do that.”

He stopped and turned to me. “True, I did want to watch horror movies, but you seemed so excited to go out. Even if the original plan was to watch movies, it changed once. Why can’t it change again? Also who said it’s weird to trick or treat as adults, there’s no age limit to fun and if someone has a problem with it they can fight me.” Even with the sheet and sunglasses I could tell he had a large smile on his face as he said this. “Plus after we decided to go to the party I was planning on bugging Fushiguro on the way home anyways.”

That’s when I noticed the area we were in. I could spot Fushiguro’s apartment building not far from us. I rolled my eyes but agreed anyway.

We ended up dragging a grumpy sleep deprived Fushiguro out of his apartment and managed to convince him to go trick or treating with us. It was honestly a blast. Yuji and I received many compliments from older couples about how sweet it was that we were still enjoying our younger years and not letting go of the small things. By the time we made it back to Fushiguro’s place we were exhausted.

Ignoring the protests of our friend we sat on his couch and relaxed wishing him a good night. Sensing we weren’t going to leave anytime soon he grumbled before going to his room. I threw the pillow case I had snagged from his closet that was full of candy on the coffee table. “Thank you for this Yuji, even if it involved possibly signing our death certificates, I really appreciate this. I love you.” I said curling into his side.

“I love you too, Y/n. And don’t worry, we both know that as much as Fushiguro complains he had fun too.” He said with a laugh that turned into a yawn as he placed a kiss on my forehead. With that we both fell asleep after a night that definitely did not go as planned but was still fun.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #jjk yuji #yuji itadori #jjk yuji x reader #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween fic

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morallygreyyn · 2 years

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I need part 3 of drunk Illumi or I will literally go insane.

PLS I NEED TO FUCK THE DRUNK ASSASSIN

an attachment pt. 3 (drunk!virgin!illumi x dom!reader)

description: you've finally managed to get your confession from illumi and now it was time to seal the deal by spending the night with him! luckily for you, you got the privilege of stealing his virginity! unlucky for you, illumi had new plans for the two of you the following morning...

authors note: lmaoooo i gotcha dw 😂👌🏻 illumi needs to be fucked so pls enjoy part 3 of drunk illumi! (I swear this is an actual series now 🥴😂) alexa play streets by doja cat

warnings: smut, noncon (illumi is drunk, reader is sober), dom reader sub illumi dynamics, virgin illumi, this is 100% fucked up so please read at your own discretion though if you've made it this far then you probably know that lol

word count: 2.4k

read part one here!

read part two here!

minors dni

requests are open!

You knew the assassin was a virgin, that much was obvious and there was a part of you that delighted in being the one to snatch his virginity.

He was clawing at you, as if he was trying to come into contact with every inch of your skin. You were glad that the desperate, emotional side of Illumi was still present. The touch starved aspect of him was one you loved to cater to so when you both collapsed onto the bed in a mess of kisses and groping, you truly savoured it.

You tried stripping Illumi of his top first but he paused, confused at your actions. He didn’t speak, only looked at you with bewilderment. You wanted to laugh, of course he has never had someone remove his clothes before.

“Trust me.” You murmured in his ear, nibbling his lobe. Your hands glided down his chest and you began to remove the pesky article of clothing again. “It’ll feel really good.”

He didn’t stop you then and you successfully managed to free his torso. Running your fingers over the endless muscles, you kissed his neck, slowly making your way down to his chest. When your tongue found his nipple, Illumi jerked, very unfamiliar with the sensation.

You chucked and brought your face back up to his. Despite the sudden movement, the assassin seemed to be enjoying your ministrations. Half lidded eyes met yours and his lips parted in a haze of what you assumed was drunken pleasure. Your hands travelled further down and brushed against his abdomen.

“Would you like me to stop?” You asked, unsure if you’d be able to now that you had this beautiful man half naked before you.

“No.” He answered, causing you to grin. That’s when you started to pay attention to the lower half of his body. Meeting his lips once more, you began rubbing circles on his thighs, slowly working inwards. The closer you got to his sex, the heavier his breathing became.

“You like that?” You mumbled into his mouth, taking great pleasure in hearing him hum in response. You pulled back slightly to look at him and your breath caught in your throat. His long hair was all over the place, cheeks flushed, lips red and raw, and dark eyes hooded. He was exquisite.

Suddenly unable to hold back or restrain yourself any longer, you roughly kissed him, hand gliding to the growing tent in his pants. A small part of your brain jokingly laughed at the fact that this was probably the first time he’s ever gotten it up. Illumi was usually in perfect control of his body, however when he was drunk it was an entirely different story it seemed.

You were surprised that Illumi didn’t stop you when you undid the rest of his clothing, and even more surprised when he even helped you to remove it. You couldn’t help but glance down once he had seated himself back on the bed. Every single part of him was toned. His calves and thighs, while lithe, were incredibly muscular.

And then there was his erection. Needless to say, you weren’t disappointed.

The Zoldyck assassin seemed to find it unfair that he was the only one without clothes, and pulled your top off in one swift movement. You started to laugh when he couldn’t undo the clasps of your bra but that was short lived when he got frustrated and decided to rip it off of your body instead.

“Hey! That was my favourite!” Your complaints fell on deaf ears as the boy before you was too focused on your newly exposed skin. Illumi paused, seemingly unsure of what to do next. He met your gaze, desperate eyes almost begging for help.

You would never get over the switch between regular and drunk Illumi, it was as if they were two different people.

Chuckling, you stood up and removed the rest of your clothing, taking delight in the way Illumi watched you.

Both of you were fully naked now, unable to tear your gaze away from each other. With wicked intentions, you prowled back to your crush and straddled his lap. His arms remained by his sides, as if he had no idea what to do with them. Deciding to help him, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips.

“Just relax.” You whispered to Illumi, your hand slowly pushing his chest down onto the bed. “I’m going to take really good care of you.”

You picked up where you had left off on his chest. Kissing, sucking and nipping at the skin there.

Illumi’s hands flew to your hair once you reached his nipples. It seemed like he was capable of normal human responses after all. Lingering there as you were enjoying the subtle reactions out of him, you decided to go lower. Dragging your tongue down his chest, wetting the grove in between his abs.

Then you reached his cock. You grinned, wondering what reactions you could get now. You started with a few small licks, then one long one from the base to the tip. Illumi’s breathing grew laboured, the hands in your hair gripping tighter as you brought him into your mouth. When you started bobbing, he started thrashing.

You didn’t think he would be one to make much noise, but you didn’t have to be a genius to see that he was clearly enjoying the expert work you were doing with your mouth and tongue. Quiet sighs left his lips and you watched intently, determined to savour every moment of this Illumi.

You stopped when he started bucking his hips, feeling positively evil as you watched him reel back from the edge of his first orgasm.

“Why did you stop?” He panted ever so slightly, mixed with his emotionless tone which you found hilarious.

“Because I’m about to make you feel even better.” You smirked as you climbed on top of him, caging his body with your own. You reminisced about your first night together, thinking back to the time when you were in this exact position but instead not taking it any further. You captured his lips once more, realising how much of an attachment you have formed with Illumi. It scared you slightly, more than you care to admit. You didn’t think you had the capability left in you to disappear from his life, and him from yours.

You were suddenly brought back to the present when Illumi made a sound. A sound. It was somewhere between a sigh and a whine. It was quiet, almost inaudible, but it was a sound nonetheless.

Thinking that this had gone on long enough, you straddled his thighs once more, lining yourself up. You watched his eyes go wide and roll slightly as you slid down. His hips snapped up, overwhelmed with a pleasure that was so foreign to him. You ground down on him further, feeling him deep inside you. You paused for a moment, letting him adjust to the new sensation. Your signal to start moving came when his hips twitched, betraying his control to show you that he was desperate for friction.

You wanted to make sure Illumi’s first time was enjoyable but that didn’t mean you couldn’t let yourself go a little. You rode your crush passionately, enjoying every single one of his little breathy whines. As powerful as he was outside of the bedroom, you knew Illumi wouldn’t last that long inside of you.

Usually you would like to drag it out, making your partner beg for release. However you took pity on the assassin and decided to make it feel as good as possible rather than make it last longer. You ground down everytime he thrusted, matching his feverish pace with your own.

“You’re doing so well, Illumi.” You couldn’t hold back the praise even if you tried. “You’re amazing. So good.”

You were getting close and you could sense that Illumi was too. You fucked him fast and hard, already knowing that this would be what he would enjoy the most. His hands gripped the sheets and the sane part of you that wasn’t drunk on lust was worried for the structural integrity of your bed. His sounds grew louder and yours matched, you were very close now.

Bringing a hand to his nipple and your lips to his mouth, you gently squeezed on the bud as you met his tongue in an open mouth kiss. That did it. Illumi let out a series of fast pants, thrusting up vigorously as he reached his climax. You finished not long after him, his pace sending you over the edge. You clenched down on him, as you both came down from your highs.

Through the haze of bliss, Illumi reached out to you. Sliding off of him, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your hair.

Huh, so Illumi had a cuddly drunk side to him too. You snuggled in, the two of you catching your breath.

“Did you enjoy that?”

The assassin answered with a hum, too far gone in his drunken high. A wave of tiredness from the night’s events crashed into you, leading you to close your eyes. It was much too warm and peaceful to fight the lull of sleep. You could feel Illumi’s breathing get deeper, signalling that he was also nodding off.

Bringing the blanket around the two, you settled back into his arms and let sleep wash over you, but not before you could return the confession. “I like you too, Illumi.”

The harsh glare of the sun roused you the following morning, and you mentally scolded yourself for not closing the curtains last night. Quickly realising that you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, you sighed and got up, careful not to wake the still sleeping Zoldyck.

Pulling a robe over your naked body, you quietly left your room. When you entered your living area, you jumped out of your skin at the sight of Hisoka grinning at you. You shouldn’t have been surprised really, of course he was gonna be there so see how the night unfolded.

“I would ask,” You began, staring incredulously at the magician sprawled across your couch. “But I probably don’t want to know how you got in.”

“Best if you don’t ask.”

You nodded and headed into your kitchen to get a glass of much needed water.

“Have fun last night?” Hisoka wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a laugh from you when you came back.

“Taking an assassin’s virginity is a serious matter.” You playfully chided, wagging your finger as you sat beside him on the couch.

“So did you?”

“Oh absolutely. Best ride of my life.” You sipped your water, grinning from ear to ear. “I turned a boy into a man last night.”

Hisoka threw his head back in laughter, clapping his hands. “I must take some credit for the outcome.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Just then, the sound of your bedroom door creaking open cut off the conversation as both of you had turned to see the eldest Zoldyck sibling walk into the room.

“Morning.” Hisoka purred, a smug look donning his face.

Illumi made a sound of acknowledgement before he leaned against the marble island that separated your kitchen and living area. His appearance and demeanour betrayed nothing of the previous night’s events, except for a couple of love bites that you could see peeking out from under his collar.

“Feel any different?” Hisoka decided to chime just as you had taken a drink, almost making you cough up water.

“Not really, but now I suppose I have to make a lot of plans with y/n.”

You looked at your somewhat lover, very confused. “What plans?”

“Our marriage plans.”

“Who’s getting married?” Your brain was struggling to grasp what he meant, and you decided now was the time to take another swig from your glass. A horrific decision.

“We are.”

This time you did choke on your drink, liquid spraying all over your floor.

“Married?” You spluttered, convinced Illumi had discovered the ability to crack a joke in the sudden loss of his virginity.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Why?”

“To further the Zoldyck line.”

“WHAT?”

Hisoka had started to cackle then.

“What?” Illumi had the audacity to seem confused.

“Married? Children? At least take me out to dinner first.” You could barely keep up with the conversation. “I like to be wined and dined before I tie the knot.”

“Is it a proper proposal you’d like?”

“We haven’t even had a date!”

“That’s not important.”

Hisoka was still howling, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes. Or maybe he actually was, you were too stunned to pay close attention.

“Illumi, we just had sex. We didn’t make a blood pact.”

“With everything that happened last night, this is the next step.”

Ah, he was referring to his drunken confession that you prised out of him and returned.

“I think this is a bit of a leap.” You rubbed your temples, trying to grasp the assassin’s logic. Was this how things worked in his family? You fuck once and suddenly you’re discussing the guest list at your wedding?

You looked to Hisoka for some help. A stupid thing to try and do as you very quickly realised that he was enjoying this far too much to change it.

“Still want to take some credit, Hisoka?” You grumbled, throwing a banana from the fruit bowl at him to try and get him to stop laughing.

“Of course! My plans have resulted in you with a fiancee. If anything, I would say I’m the best wingman to have ever existed.”

“Ugh.” You groaned and put your head in your hands, trying to make sense of the situation you had now found yourself in. Perhaps this was your karma for getting someone drunk and then having sex with them.

You could feel Illumi’s eyes on you, totally apathetic towards everything. You knew you could turn him down and suffer little consequences, but you also realised that everything between you and Illumi would be over.

You didn’t think you could live with that.

Standing up, you brought your water over to the large window that overlooked the entire city. No one spoke as both of your friends were waiting for you to break the silence.

You paused to think, weighing your options. You had just been presented with the opportunity to join one of the most powerful families in the world, to marry the only boy you’ve ever had a serious crush on, and to create insanely strong child assassins.

Were you stupid enough to turn that down? To turn down the only person who actually made you feel something?

“Illumi?”

“Yes?”

You took a sip of your glass, feeling the weight of both sets of eyes on you before you turned back around to face them. Mainly your soon to be intended. Locking eyes with Illumi, you raised your glass to him. “I’m expecting a proper proposal.”

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yxstxrdrxxm · 3 months

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My apologies for sending another ask so soon, but a new idea popped up. It is with gritted teeth that I give Boss a single W, if only bc I’m genuinely curious as to what he’d do in this scenario::

Friend! Darling gets in a small accident and sprains their ankle, making it difficult for them to walk home. What would Boss do if he were present?? Does he drive them home?? Would he offer to carry them or only consider it if Darling asks first?? Does he insist on entering Darling’s apartment to ensure they can cross the lobby and hallway?? Does he call/ visit them the next day to see if Darling still needs his help??

P.S. Also, how fucked is the person who bumped into Friend! Darling and caused the accident to begin with?? :3

P.P.S. Ykw fuck it, Boss still deserves an L. If he dares to tease Darling, there are only so many remarks he can make before Darling lightly kicks him or steps on his foot. And ofc that has to be when they’re wearing pointy-toed high heels…….rip she didn’t exert enough force to injure Boss but it still hurt like hell （＾∇＾）

It is with gritted teeth that I give Boss a single W

Ah yes, of course he would LMAOOOO

Anyways, I'll put this under a "read more". Have fun!

The accident was something no one could've seen, but for the man who lives his life that's focused on 'keeping eyes everywhere', you can definitely say that it was more or less planned from the very beginning.

Now, he's no heathen: he did not want her in harm's way. Actually, he'd rather have her be out of harm's way. But as he drove in with his car to see the damage and the accident, his face morphs to an hard to read expression. Opening the door as he parked somewhere safe, he walked towards his soon to be lover and helps her up.

It was ironic. He was a brute without her knowledge, but his hold is firm. Gentle, even.

The way back to his car is silent. Boss is never one to joke about such things happening, and even more with a friend?. Opening the door, he gently placed her on the seat next to the driver's and made sure her belongings were kept, this time closing the door to go around and head inside.

Placing the keys in its place, he turned it and the car came alight. Still, he stayed quiet, like he was processing what happened.

...

"What happened?"

It was a tone she'd never expect from him. He's usually one to be known as an asshole, but strangely, he was not like that. Dare she say, he was... Almost angry. For her sake.

"Who was it that hurt you?" he asked her again, adjusting his glasses. "Is it your date?"

No matter what she'd say, the man beside her was eerily calm. It was like he was simply timing how long it'd take until he'd blow, but to her surprise, he simply nodded and reached over to gently hand her something.

A small box. It had a ribbon tied, the color reflecting the vivid red of his heart.

"I'm sure that date of yours had planned on ditching," he explained, scoffing. "I've looked them up when you mentioned them. They hardly give gifts to the people they go on dates with, so consider this from me."

...

Turning his gaze back on the road, he began to start the car, driving them off to her place.

It was too fast. Too fast for them, even if they are friends. He didn't want to have her go someplace she didn't exactly knew, even if he wanted to. And even if that kept screaming at him, he remained clear of what he wanted to do.

Arriving at their destination took a bit, but when they did, he parked the car and got out, heading to her side to open the door. This time, he pauses, hesitant to take her without her consent.

A sliver of reality seems to hit him, and although he done that prior without her consent, he needed to know now.

Facing her, he remained quiet, but his hand moved to gently place by the side of her seat. Do you need me to carry you? He wanted to ask, but the way his eyes shone a bit of reluctance and his hand ever so wavering said all that's needed.

And quietly, he reached over to her legs, putting his arms under her body and gently lifted her up and outside, Closing the door behind him, he adjusted his grip.

"You can lean on my shoulder," he whispered to her, voice mellow and somber as he trudged on. "I'll treat you back at your place. Is your first aid kit filled as usual?"

...

"Of course it would. You're often meticulous with it, aren't you?"

Despite the peace, both knew this behavior was a rare sight. Boss was never kind to many, but to her, it felt like he was doing this to his past lover.

And in a way, he was. But this time, he had a mission to accomplish. Whether it be by force or by wits, all he desired was one thing.

Her heart.

And that began with dealing those that tried to hurt her in the first place, including 'him'.

#💌 ;; promising letter: one last call #💌 ;; fine print: ''boss''#💌 ;; message delivery #💌 ;; from: ???#💌 ;; to: ???#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere gi #genshin impact #genshin #gi #yandere #yandere writing #yandere text #male yandere

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felswritingfire · 2 years

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Could you do Dislyte Drew with breeding kink headcanons?

TW: Breeding Kink; Reader is described as AFAB but pronouns are not explicit; Other TW's will be added before the individuals snippets

Ok, so I know you only asked for Drew, but I had to throw in Sander and Freddy to make sure we had the Furry Triad lmao, so pls forgive for the two extras in there. Also I just went with an AFAB reader because, well, I know how those work lmaoooo also it's been a while since I've written smut so, just to be om the safe side jdkdkd

So if you'd like AMAB instead totes send in an ask!

(Extra note from Fel: I JUST READ THE HC PART AND I WROTE THESE AS FUCKING MINI SCENARIOS OMG, I'M SO SORRY, IF YOU WANT ME TO REWRITE THEM, YOU CAN TOTALLY ASK OMG 😭😭😭)

Drew:

TW: Whiny Drew; Dom leaning Reader; Sub leaning Drew; Begging

“Are you alright, love?” Drew’s voice was gentle against the shell of your ear, his wet nose nuzzling against your sweaty neck. You shivered as his long, pink tongue licked slow stripes against your pulse. “We can-” he let out a labored breath at the way you pulsed around him- “we can take a break- you’ve already helped me so much, I don’t want to-” his ramble cut off into a moan as you squeezed your legs harder around his thin waist, pulling him close to you.

He had already cum in you twice, but he was still hard- pulsing with want and need inside of you. You were already so sensitive, but the desperate, ghost of whines that you sound from the back of his throat, like he was in physical pain, and how could you possibly leave him like that? So, once again, you grind your hips against his the best you can- pulling him as deep as he’ll go. “It’s ok-” you whimper- “I’ll be ok- move, baby, move.”

A full body shiver rushes over him and in a sudden, fluid movement, he’s squeezing you close to him as he begins to piston himself in and out of you. “Thank you! Th-thank you, my darling- my good darling- my sweet darling-” he slurs, rubbing his muzzle against your cheek- “you’re so good to me- so, so sweet and caring and- and-”

His words began to bleed together as his thrusts became sloppier, hips shaking as he chased his high. He pulled away from you, pausing for a moment in his movements to push your shoulders down and pressing you against the mattress.

You can’t help but think he looks beautiful like this: ears flickering wildly, his purple eyes bright with energy, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth- Drew looks like an utterly, perfect mess.

A moan rips out of your throat at the sudden explosion of pleasure from the stimulation of his thumb rubbing firm circles on your sensitive clit.

You barely caught his mumbles as high pitched begging: “please cum with me- please, please, please, darling- please, I’ll do anything for you. I love you, I love you. Cum, cum, cum, cum-”

It was enough to push you over the edge. You convulsed around him, reaching out to him and dragging him down as soon as he leaned back down, his arms buckling from being suddenly dragged into his climax as well. You cling onto him, hips spasming as you ride out your orgasm.

Your stomach feels so heavy with heat, cum threatening to spill out of the sides of Drew’s knot as it locks into you.

Drew is still trembling by the time he regains his composure, his ears flickering forward and a heat flushing over him. “Ah, darling, may we go one more time? Please?”

Freddy:

TW: Dirty Talk; Pet Play(?); use of the word ‘pet’ (not on Freddy); Implied Size Kink; Mentions of a Knot (he’s a wolf, duh- bro got furrified, we die like men)

You felt like the air was being pressed out of your chest as the fat head of Freddy’s dick pushed into you You couldn’t believe that it was only the head- it was already giving you such a burning stretch, causing a tremble in your lower belly and a gush of fluid to come out of you. You trembled, face flushing deeper in embarrassment.

“Oh, fuck-” Freddy choked, rocking his hips back a forth, only barely pressing himself in and out of you- “how is the rest of me gonna fit?”

You didn’t know if he was talking to you, but you hoped he wasn’t because he began to put more weight into his short thrusts, bit by bit his length sheathing inside of you and stretching you wider and wider; the veins on the underside of his shaft were throbbing against your gummy walls, the heaviness settling inside of you as if it was weighing itself in your throat.

You yelped when he gave a rougher thrust, lifting you by your hips and bullying his way into you. Tears weighed heavy on your lash line as the sudden zing of pain and over sensitivity shot up your spine. “F-Freddy-”

“No- no- ah-” he hunched forward, resting all his weight on one thick, burly arm next to your head. His snout nuzzled against your throat as his fur shifted like waves in shivers. “Fuck- try to relax- ‘m gonna cum too early if you don’t.” He was already slurring his words, almost like he was drunk. And maybe he was because you weren’t faring any better with how hazy your brain was beginning to get.

‘-gonna cum too early-’ Your brain clung to that tiny phrase like a lifeline. You could already see the way he’d bare his teeth, how drool would come from the sides of his mouth, the tight crease between his eyebrows- fuck, he’d be so fucking pretty. You squeezed around him, a pulse of arousal causing your walls to clamp around his thick cock.

He whined, whole body shaking like an earthquake. He sucked in a deep breath, yellow eyes flashing with a warning. “Don’t- don’t do that, unless you want me to fuck you into the matress.”

You let out a moan at that- wanton, needy.

A nasty smirk pulled at his lips. “Oh? You like the thought of that? The thought of your big man fucking you like a bitch in heat?” He started to rock his hips, grinding against you, much needed pressure being applied to your clit. You trembled, mouth hanging open in soft pants. “Fuckin’ fill ya up til’ you can’t take anymore?” Each word was emphasized with a hard thrust and growl. “Maybe I’ll plug you up with a knot- had to get used to that thing, you know? It’ll be a stretch-” his grin grew, eyes swirling with an almost unhinged sense of energy- “we can make it fit? Don’t ya think? You’ll be a good pet for me while I fuck you and fill you up over-” you almost choked on your spit when he suddenly grabbed you by the undersides of you knees and practically folded you in half- “and over-” he began to thrust fast, moaning loud in your ear as all you could do was cling to him, your voice high pitched and whiney with almost screams from each thrust- “and over again. Would you just love that, baby?”

Sander:

TW: Sander is fucking mean; Overstimulation; Sadistic Tendencies (Sanders); Biting/Nipping; Blatant Dom/Sub Dynamics; Dirty Talk (use of the reader being called ‘whore’ , 'slut' and ‘toy’)

Sander had your chest pressed flat to his desk, his hips jackhammering into you without a care for your own pleasure. The hard edge of the wood dug into your stomach. “S-Sander,” you whimper. “S’hurts- p-please just a little more gentle-” your plea is interrupted by a yelp ripped out of you as the Espers’ huge hand grabs your arm and pulls you back, forcing your back to arch at an uncomfortable angle.

“You asked for this- now stop complaining and be a good whore.” He bit out, tilting his hips up to fuck into you.

Stars exploded behind your eyes, your legs trembled with the effort of standing up. Your shoulder was sore with bite marks and bruises from where he had nipped at you. He seemed more frustrated than normal today, using you as his main source of stress relief.

He leans over his chest pressed flush against your back, his hip movements precise and calculating. His breath was hot against your ear, “you like this don’t you?” His voice was gravelly, low in his throat. “Like being a good little toy for me don’t you? The perfect fucking slut for me to spill myself into.” His breathing began to get labored, his thrusts becoming more firm, more sporadic.

The air in your throat being jostled out of you as he pulls your hips back against him. You try to call out his name, try to whimper out how good you feel when he shoves his long fingers into your mouth. He holds your tongue down, giving the rough command of: “suck.”

And you do. Eyes watering as you try your best to purse your lips and lathe your tongue over the two digits, even as he pushed them further down your throat. You gagged and he let out a breathless laugh that quickly bled into a long, drawn out moan as his dick twitched. His hand darted down to your clit and he began to rub rough circles into it. The electric pleasure dancing up and down your back had you twitching and letting out muffled whining, the tears finally spilling over your cheeks.

The pain of sharp fangs digging into your shoulder made you shudder, tipping you into your orgasm, your body spasming around him and your legs almost buckled from under your if Sander wasn’t holding you up, almost squeezing the breath out of you with how tightly his arms squeezed you against him. He let out a guttural growl, his movements stopping all together as he pressed himself as far into you as possible. The heat of his cum causes you to shudder again, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden over stimulation.

The room was silent for a moment, Sander having pulled his fingers out and allowing you to lean against the now cold desk, catching your breath, before you let out a startled yelp as he dragged his hips out again, slowly.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

#not a reblog.#dislyte x reader #dislyte drew #dislyte freddy #dislyte sander #drew x reader #sander x reader #freddy x reader #n/sfw #tw: cussing #tw: breeding #tw: biting #x reader #afab reader #gn reader #i couldn't *not* add the other two ok????#THEY COME AS A PACK #no pun intended but I digress

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mrhowells · 1 year

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Smallville 4x04

There's no way he didn't time that, my dude was deadass waiting at his locker until she walked past so he could annoy her😭😭

AND to show off his jacket, that's adorable🥹

hehehehehe

(Their progression is just so---, from this to "I would love to hear about it." POETIC CINEMA😭)

Clark showing his jacket to everyone stoppppp🥹🥹 Somebody tell him it looks good please

Lex I think you should find a less weird way to make amends, no offense👀 Yeaaahhhh I knew that would be Clark's reaction😬

Let the madness begin

"I finally understand why it never worked with Clark." ohgod "I wasn't devoted to him." OHGOD

Nothing was going to stop Lois from writing that article after they provoked her like that, she's coming for their asses

"Just got my headline." SEEEE (also Lois you're so cool date me pls)

I'm not ready for the next scene

Clark wants to unexist so bad right now😭

LMAOOOOOO Clark I'm so sorry💀💀

"The problem is, I'm not over Lana yet. Sometimes I think I never will be."

I know something that you don't😌😏

"Oh sweetheart. There's somebody out there for you. I know it."

QUEEN MARTHA & I KNOW SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T

I love that Clark is going to her for advice about this stuff😭😭

Lana got like 10 times more adorable this season wtf😭

Clark thinking she came to watch him practice, I hate to tell you this but she's dating your coach bestie💀💀

this is peak comedy actually I'm cackling PLEASEEEE

I'm really feeling Clark's pain this episode for some reason

Clark and Lois teaming up is the content I love and deserve😌😌

no because if she looked at me like that I'd be on one fucking knee immediately LOIS CHILL😭

I'm squealing omg look at themmmmm

I just love the way he says her name don't ask me why

plskasjsks they're comedians

she's so adorable I can't😭😭

Lois being super grossed out, same bestie, same💀

WHY ARE THEY SO FUNNY I'M SCREAMING

Clark I'm so sorry you have to go through this, I really am💀 The way he immediately runs to hide behind Chloe and Lois💀💀💀

"She was attacked by a crazy plumber." The way Clark just moves on from that statement LMAOOOO

"Oh, nice, Clark. You know you only have one thing to do." "Me? You're closer to the door." "Okay, so it's automatically my fault?"

full on married to each other years before they even start dating🤡🤡

His face journeys when she drags him are everything😌

"When you were in the loft, you told me to stay away from your girl. Who were you talking about?"

they know my weakness, they know it so well😭😭

I'm so glad Clark and Chloe are being upfront about how they feel

"But don't worry, I'll visit." "Is that a promise or a threat?" *short pause for eye sex* *shoulder punch to defuse the tension* "See you around, Smallville"

their episode endings are the best bc I'm just smiling like an idiot (trying not to think about the fact that she won't be there for the next 4 episodes or sth😭)

#ellie's smallville thoughts #smallville #4x04 #clark kent #lois lane #clois #martha kent #chloe sullivan #lana lang

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dameronology · 2 years

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"i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it" + eddie munson 🫣

i hope u know that this is going to hurt us all (also once again soz for the lack of caps locks my key is still jammed lmaoooo)

eddie hadn't meant to become quiet.

it had happened gradually - it was hard to notice in the start. so much so that you convinced yourself you were crazy; that he wasn't laughing less at your shitty jokes; that he wasn't dropping your hand rather than holding it; that he wasn't rolling over at night instead of holding you. it was all in your head. eddie wouldn't drift away from you. not your eddie; the one who had promised himself to you, the one who had promised to love you forever.

it hit you one morning like a truck.

you were laying beside eddie in bed, the golden light of daybreak casting a glow over him. the bright gleam pulled out the random blonde strands in his hair, high-lighting the ridges and outlines of his various random scars and shoddily done tattoos. he was beautiful. he was yours.

at least he had been at one point.

"eds," you gently murmured. reaching out a hand, you brushed a few strands away from his face. "eddie."

he let out a grumble and peeled open a dark eye, golden flecks barely caught by the light of the sun. "it's early."

"it's 10am."

"let me sleep-"

"- eddie!" you insisted again. "wake up."

"it's a saturday, babe," he shoved his head back into the pillow.

you glanced up at the roof, remembering how saturdays had been just a few months ago. tangled limbs and quiet giggles, shoving and pushing each other off the mattress into one of you fell and dragged the other out with you; shitty pancakes and even worse coffee, all tied together by an afternoon on the couch. look at things now. you could barely get a word out of him.

"you don't love me anymore, do you?"

the words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them; hell, they'd escaped into the air before you'd even had the thought. you just couldn't hold it in anymore. you might have broken if you did.

eddie froze beside you, wide awake now. he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you, hair messy and brows furrowed with concern. it was a little for this - too early. too early for his chest to hurt and for his heart to ache.

"because i wouldn't wake up for you?"

"no, you...dumbass," you let out an exasperated sigh and rolled off the bed. it was then that he noticed you were wearing his shirt. "i don't mean this morning. i mean the last month, maybe even two - i just...you don't appreciate me, eddie."

"i do!" he sat up further, brows flaring with anger at your accusations. he paused when your face contorted with hurt - eddie held out his hands, trying to simmer the tension. "okay, i'm sorry for snapping - that wasn't fair of me. i just want to know where this is coming from-"

"- you don't hold my hand anymore," you began. "you don't talk to me like you used to. you sleep ten fucking feet away from me every night and making plans with you is impossible-"

"- hey, come here."

eddie got up on his knees; he reached out to you, large hands taking your face. he softly pulled you closer, forcing you to look him in the eye. they were big and dark; vortexes of confusion and sadness and something that you couldn't quite read. he looked hurt. truly and properly hurt.

you stayed like that for a moment, brow furrowed and lips pouting.

"i fucked up, 'kay?" he said after a minute. "the last few weeks has just been a lot with school, and hellfire, and the band and...maybe i let my priorities slip a little."

"right."

"it's not an excuse but it's an explanation...i think," eddie continued. "i do love you. and i appreciate you so, so much."

you gave him a little smile. "i love you too."

"and i'm sorry for ever making you question that," he said. "i'm going to do better."

#this was meant to end angsty but i chickened out half way through #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things angst

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zeninsama-moved · 1 year

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plagued by the thought of dad!kogami... and i don't mean you making kogami a dad, but you being the reason kogami is a dad........ ayo

tw for incest lmaoooo also this is kinda simple, age gap bc reader is implied to be like early 20s and kogami is in his late 40s, not proofread, kinda fucked up in some parts but if you're reading it after ignoring the first tw that's on you

so dad!kogami... in my head, he's just some guy your (fictional) mom hooked up with back in college that happened to get her pregnant. they didn't keep in contact and there's no resentment on your mom's end because that wasn't the nature of their relationship.

kogami doesn't come into the picture until years later, in your adulthood. something happens to your (fictional) mom and you feel compelled to connect with your remaining parent, if only just to see who the guy is.

you’re welcomed into his apartment (definitely a bachelor pad, he was never one to settle) and he pulls two beers from the fridge, offering one to you before pausing to ask – “you’re 20, right?” – when you correct him with your age, he laughs. “damn, you’re making me feel old.”

admittedly, shinya in his late forties is very attractive. he's all smooth muscle, only a few silver hairs to speak for his age, and tall enough to nearly take up the whole couch when he settles across from you. it's obvious he keeps in good shape, minus the smoking habit he's never been able to kick.

nothing about him feels familial. it doesn't feel like he's your dad. you’re surprised he even returned your message, let alone agree to meet you for a chat, or whatever it is you’re trying to get from this interaction.

you know how these stories always go, drinking one beer after another until you lose sight of yourself – until your inhibitions begin to slip. at what point did you end up this close to him, practically sitting on his lap, close enough to feel his warm breath fan across your face? close enough to stare deeply at his face and identify parts of your own?

is it wrong to feel this way about the man that made you? it's not like he's ever been a father to you, but maybe some part of you still craves that, and that's why you're here, hoping the most important man in your life will guide you, tell you what to do.

you're drawn out of your thoughts when a rough palm cradles your face, his thumb caressing your cheek before lowering to brush against your bottom lip.

"look at you," he sighs. "all grown up now, aren't you?"

#tw incest #SORRY LMAOOOOO #I HAD TO CUT THE FUCKING OUT OF THIS OTHERWISE I WOULD'VE BEEN SITTING HERE FOREVER #but i can keep going (radio rebel) just say the word #mercury speaks

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ay0nha · 2 years

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Newton's Laws of Potion | Severus Snape

Thank you anon for the request!

Pairing: Severus Snape x femme!reader (Ravenclaw)

Word Count: ~1.5K

Warnings: Not movie/book timeline accurate, slowburn, touch-starved Snape of sorts, etc. Unrelated title that I pulled out of my ass

A/N: I’ve strayed slightly from the original request, but I’ve officially done it lmaoooo...it’s on the shorter side, but this was a fun brain break to write. Might have to do a part two yule ball sm sm, but no promises. Enjoy and thank you for the encouragement! Especially @sempervenefica :))

Also if you have a better title name, lmk (my default is puns because I love them)

Her unrefinement showed in her teaching methods which only aided in how she got under Severus' skin with little effort. Most new hires he wasn't fond of, but her, she created her own, distinct category of bothersome. There was always a problem she presented him with a solution at the ready. It was all a ploy to remind Severus what she thought of him, something he never asked for, let alone desired.

Severus watched her polished finger move from left to right across the paper, repeating the recipe of the potion as if he hadn't come up with it himself, "...Here, this is where I'm confused..."

Reading it back himself, he saw how she questioned his key ingredient. The very thing that took him too long to discover. He earned his title rightfully and the muggle-born witch thought otherwise.

Only continuing to add to the onset headache he felt, she said, "By adding the live element of the plant, you leave too much room for error on part of the students."

"Good," He bit lightly, "It'll weed out the true talent."

"They are getting confused and with this," She presented yet again her premade solution, "It's the exact same outcome without your repercussions."

"You're creating a primitive potion."

"An age-appropriate one," She countered.

Rarely did she back down from his scowl. It became easier once she began tutoring the children that sought out her help, too afraid to approach the Slytherin. Rather, the Ravenclaw would use her personal time to make sure every student demonstrated the skills needed in order to face Snape yet again.

"Do you question my teaching methods?"

His eyes scanned her for honesty, eyes landed on the various patterns of ink that were collected on her skin. He realized now he'd never been able to make each image out as clearly as he could now. Her appearance now reflected how most thought of her when she was first introduced by Dumbledore a handful of months prior; callous, harsh, and adversarial. Soon enough, the stigma around her ink-littered skin broke due to her true demeanor which showed nothing but warmth and virtue.

Severus wanted to be disappointed, but vexation filled him instead. Especially since his eyes lingered on the art that spread across the top of her chest, just below her collar bones that reflected a snake being tormented by an eagle.

How fitting, he thought.

"I never posed a question."

Severus paused for a moment, running through their conversation quickly, then posing a question of his own to cover his blunder, "Then what do you propose as a solution?"

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The knock came before her question as she peered into Snape's office, "Now a bad time?"

Severus held his time alone dearly. It was the moment for reflection and for contemplation and making different concoctions was like his version of mediation. It was a safe haven that he rarely, if ever, shared with others.

Yet, as if knowing this, she entered after hearing silence as his response. She already went into talking, like she always had. She rambled on about something he hardly listened to as he continued on, but he stopped when he finally decided to glance up at her.

In her arms, she held various items all of which were clearly newly bought. There were vines hanging down to her waist while she balanced the spiced and dried goods. It was as if she'd come bearing gifts for him. He was quick to move and catch something that teetered on her forearm.

"Where did you find this?" He tried to hold back how impressed he was once he read the label of the opaque bottle. It was an expensive item, one that many would begrudgingly give away.

"Mr. Mulpepper's."

"That is a dark place." He frowned at the thought of her wandering Knockturn Alley. No doubt, she could protect herself, but she seemed to gravitate towards the mischief.

"They speak very highly of you there."

He hummed as he began to roll up his sleeves in preparation. It wasn't the first time Severus had heard or been told she spoke about him. His students were the first to whisper about it, wondering about the nature of the relationship besides the professional one they required all due to the rumors she spread.

They were kind comments, nothing explicit. She talked of his intelligence, but also his ridiculousness. It aided in humoring the students, but as the handful of weeks went on it became a usual conversation topic. It made Snape's skin prick.

Severus was methodical in the way he finely chopped each plant she had to offer, his earlier concoction entirely forgotten and put aside. He could make out now which potion she was attempting to amend. He wanted to replicate her idea to see how it worked for himself, but there was no seed of doubt.

She was the reason for the improvement in his classroom. There was less time spent on silent stares after he posed a question and actual answers, suggestions, and solutions. Her cleverness reflected her intelligence, but it made Snape feel as though she'd be better off suited next to him and his fellow Slytherins. But having her close like she was now was enough for him to realize that desire was purely selfish.

"This potion does not require you to stand so close," Snape's voice was low, betraying how it had actually felt to have company other than students.

"I'm simply observing."

Her stance was firm, peering over his shoulder and watching just how delicate he was with his movements.

"You don't need a book?" The question was rhetorical in a sense as she asked it. It was just a way to acknowledge how awestruck she was by his fluidness.

"No."

His responses were always simple, but they became more frequent which she valued. Although she wasn't sure if they could consider each other friends, she accepted the unorthodox progress they'd made. She never shied away from him, even at the start, but the progress helped her bold statements stick and her actions more spirited.

"May I?" She reached over another question that held no respect for a response.

Severus went to protest, but when he felt her fingers on his own take hold of the mortar and pestle, his words got caught in his throat. The world of witchcraft and wizardry was something Severus well understood, he needed to in order to exist and exceed within it. However, the feeling that traveled like a spark from his fingers to the pit in his chest couldn't be explained by the world around them.

"I heard you were chaperoning the Yule Ball," She started tentatively, hoping the two could carry a conversation longer than a few seconds.

"Correct."

He watched her every movement. He wanted to step in, and take over again as her eyes were on his as she measured by feeling. But as he was further learning she had an innate ability to pick things up. Just the other day Severus saw how the students invited her to a practice of quidditch and he noticed how it seemed like she was letting them win.

After a few rounds, though, students grew more confident and bold in their game, making her balance questionable. He told himself he wouldn't interfere, but it started to look dangerous. With the slight help of a spell he whispered, she hadn't landed as harshly as she was supposed to.

"I am as well," She gave him a soft smile that caused a quick swirl to appear in his chest, but it faded just as quickly when she added, "Lockhart invited me, told me how it's pointless to go without company.”

"You'd be better off going alone." It came out as a criticism, but it was meant as cordial advice.

Finally, though, he was able to hear her laugh directly. It was fleeting, more like a quick breath out the nose, but it was a laugh. His eyes broke from her tattoo covered hands to her face to see if there would be a remark otherwise.

"He's not all bad now, is he?" She joked lightly, the potion finally resembling a color the two recognized as correct, "He means well most of the time."

"I believe you are too kind to him."

"Perhaps." She mulled over the thought. She wasn't unfamiliar with the comment, it was one that followed her most of her life and offered her the most consequences.

However, Severus wasn't one to withhold his opinion. It was usually one that held validity. Meaning now, as she poured the mixture into the small glasses she'd set aside, it was something she'd take into consideration.

As expected, there was just enough for the two professors that collaborated to make it. She wafted the scent, making sure it was adequate enough to ingest. Severus was still taking a moment to catch up to how quickly the blend had been made and now left only one option before him.

"Come on, then," She instructed as she held the dark compound for him to accept, "You're going to have to learn to trust me at some point."

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Mail Day | S.R.

Chapter 6 of Operation: Sand Leopard

Warnings: fertility issues, crying, missing your family, heckling, jackassery in jest

Summary: You enjoy a night outside the CHU with Spencer. The next morning, you are mysteriously absent from Mail Day and all it entails...

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"I got a question to ask, angel," Teddy's voice came through the receiver. "It's a big one, so you take your time answering."

"Okay," you said slowly, biting back a smile as you turned down the burner on the stove.

You were in the middle of one of your monthly, sometimes every other month, calls with Teddy. You knew he was sitting in some tent in Iraq and fiddling with his boot laces as he talked to you. You'd been on the other end of the line before, with him home cooking himself dinner alone and you out in a warzone.

"I know we've been trying to get pregnant, and it just isn't happening yet…" he said cautiously, and you sighed.

"Yeah, Ted, I know. I'm the one peeing on the sticks."

"What if you didn't have to anymore?" Teddy asked hopefully, making you pause your padding around the kitchen to stare at the tile floor as you waited for him to finish. "What if… what if I found our daughter way out here in the desert?"

You swallowed thickly before answering, "What are you talking about, Ted?"

"There's this girl. I can't give you all the details but she doesn't have anyone. She's been through a lot, I won't lie," Teddy whispered through the satellite phone. You heard some shifting as he moved around like he usually did when he was nervous. When you were scared you stood still, Teddy always moved.

"I think she's supposed to be ours, angel, I can't explain it. I just think she's supposed to be home with us."

You looked around the kitchen, too big for you to be using alone. Just outside of DC in Maryland, you lived all by yourself when Teddy was deployed, in a house with two too many bedrooms and one too many bathrooms. Places that collected dust when one of you was gone.

"Angel?" he asked when you didn't answer. "She's a great kid. Smart, too, just like you… Will you think about it?"

You huffed a laugh, "I don't need to, Teddy. If you say she's ours, then I know she is."

You could see the smirk on his face all the way from DC.

"What's her name?" you asked with a small smile.

"Alijah," Teddy said excitedly, "her name is Alijah."

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You couldn't sleep. Staring at the pop vent in your CHU, you sighed at regular intervals, grumbling to yourself and sweating like a whore in church.

You tried everything. You drew in your travel journal, wrote a little bit, read a few chapters of your book. You even tried masturbating but your head was just too busy and full. There were too many trains of thought going through your mind and they kept intersecting and running into one another.

It was times like this when you missed Teddy the most. Before he died, you'd never been to Balad Air Base. As a Marine you were deployed to other places, trotting around the globe for MARSOC and other agencies during your tenure.

You'd seen pyramids, deserts, the Eiffel Tower. You'd been places alone, or with Teddy if your liberty leaves were around the same area, but being here was different now.

Being in this place you knew he'd walked… eating at the tables you knew he'd eaten… being in the same type of cot you knew he'd slept in so many nights without you.

Now you were without him, following a ghost around the desert and calling it a life.

Mercer starting a fight with your unit bothered you. You knew he was still upset about you firing his unit a year ago, but to take it out on your unit…especially Spencer… worried you.

The man was a jackass and always had been. As far as Garrett and the unit knew, you'd decided his team was incompetent and gotten rid of them. They knew he'd tried to put the moves on you, but he always did that and so did plenty of other grunts around this place.

Flirting, while frowned upon on base, wasn't uncommon between males and females, or even between the same sex in a place where physical comfort was limited. People leaned on one another, reveling in the slightest touch, the most brotherly of hugs and handshakes.

One needed touch to survive in such a desolate environment. A lot of those stationed here were just kids, barely out of high school and fighting for their lives. It changed people, made them hard and devastatingly tired.

Even touching Spencer's face when you set his nose had brought you a much needed respite from the lack of affection you'd had since coming back to Iraq. You hadn't even slept with anyone in years, and it made you antsy.

Spencer was settling in faster than you’d anticipated, and it made the future a little easier to plan for. You were ready to go home, and fast tracking your plan for Alijah brought you one step closer to your one bedroom apartment in Dupont Circle.

There were just enough rooms for you and only you. You only needed one bedroom, one bathroom.

You knew going back to civilian life was going to be difficult. It was hard on anyone leaving the service, and the VA hospital was always overbooked and underfunded. You'd make do, you always did.

The vent was starting to annoy you, so you pulled yourself out of bed and tugged on your boots. It was only midnight, and the idea of five more hours of staring at the tiny fan wasn't as enticing as one might think.

You grabbed a book from your footlocker and headed out the door. As you stepped outside, you frowned.

Spencer sat cross legged on the concrete outside of his trailer, chewing on the nails of one hand while he held a book in the other. You let the door fall shut, and his head snapped up.

"Hey," he said quietly, closing the book and balancing it on his leg. His eyes had bruised from the punch he took, making the dark circles under his eyes that much more pronounced.

"Hey," you replied, and without any real thought you made your way over. Sitting down slowly on the concrete you sighed, "How's your nose?"

Spencer shrugged, and his fingers flitted across the bridge of his nose. He winced a bit, "It's fine. I've had worse."

"Oh yeah?" you asked with a small smile.

It was odd to think he'd ever taken a punch at all, and you didn't like the thought one bit. After hearing what he'd told Alijah, you wondered why he'd spent time in prison.

Obviously he wasn't a criminal, or he wouldn't be there with you now. Was he undercover? He didn't seem like the type, but with every new thing you learned about Spencer Reid, you were coming to realize he wasn't everything he seemed to be at first glance.

He didn't drink, didn't smoke, read a lot and faster than you could hope to. He was nervous, but even more nervous to let his fear shine through for others to see. Who had told him that fear was something to push down and hide from those around him? Didn't he know you were all terrified out here?

"You a secret badass, Doc?"

Spencer chuckled softly and shook his head, "Not really. I've just seen a lot… you okay?"

The question pulled you up short, and your jaw fell open as you thought about it, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"The whole thing with Mercer," Spencer said, waving a hand. "Garrett said you fired him about a year ago… something about him trying to get in your pants."

You shook your head and glanced down at your hands, "That's not why I fired him. He's just a miserable asshole. Don't worry about him. We've got your back."

"Okay," he said slowly, nodding to himself as he chewed on your answer. "Again, you okay?"

You scoffed and looked up to meet his gaze. You expected laughter in his eyes but instead he watched you with a concern that made you nervous.

"Made it to bedtime, didn't I?"

Now it was his turn to scoff, "And again, you aren't sleeping, are you?"

"Never said I slept when my head hit the pillow, Doc," you said quietly. You sighed and leaned heavily against the CHU. "This place isn't conducive to a restful night."

"I noticed," he muttered, "not that I slept much back home either."

"Serial killers keep you up at night?" you asked playfully.

Spencer laughed lightly, but his eyes were glossy and he shook his head, "It's the victims. I see them all the time, alive or dead."

"This isn't the place to avoid bodies, Doc," you told him gently. He sighed and nodded, "These ones stick with you too."

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not alone in my apartment right now."

Your eyes went a little wide at his words, and your cheeks swelled with heat. You reached your foot out and lightly kicked his boot, "I hear that."

"And the moon is out tonight," he said, gazing up at the night sky.

You watched him carefully in the moonlight. Admiring the way that it washed over him like a pale bath of cool gray. In the darkness, it made him look like a noir movie star, one nobody expected to be but a heartthrob who stole the show anyways.

When he looked over to you your heart stopped beating in your chest. You cleared your throat and eyed your boots in the dust, avoiding his eyes and the way they shone.

"A dead thing over a dying thing."

Spencer looked like he wanted to say something, but instead finally gave you a genuine smile, and that heat burst into a flutter in your belly. He pursed his lips as he tried to hold it back, "I think I learned enough Kurdish to talk to Alijah."

You blinked in shock, because he'd said it in Kurdish. You looked down at your watch, "Holy shit. You still have six hours."

Spencer smirked, "I'm a fast learner."

"I'm pleasantly impressed, Doc." You kicked his boot again, and he nudged you back.

"I'm nothing if not impressive," he said back.

You both laughed, sitting in the dim light of Bombaconda at night. A few mortars rolled in the distance, but neither of you cared.

It was nice to be in someone's presence and just sit, talking quietly into the night about nothing at all. Spencer was easy, light to be around even though you could tell he had a heavy weight on his soul.

If you peered deep inside, you were sure it looked a lot like yours.

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Spencer waited for you outside the CHUs the next morning, but you never showed up. He even knocked lightly on your door, but he heard no noise on the other side so he made his way to the DFAC by himself.

It worried him a bit, not seeing you bright and early, so when he sat down at the bench with Garrett, Morello, Barretti and Peanut, he asked where you were.

"It's mail day," Barretti said through a mouthful of oatmeal, "Boss doesn't do mail day."

Spencer was just about to ask what the hell he was talking about when a big grunt in army tans got on top of one of the tables and stomped his feet.

The metallic pounding echoed through the DFAC as the conversations died out. He carried a big sack over his shoulder like some military version of Santa Claus, his other hand set on his hip as he looked around with a gleam in his eye.

"Alright you sorry bastards!" he boomed, and there were a handful of whoops and hollers in response. "Rules are as follows: I pull a bundle of mail out and call a name, you come up. 'S like the lottery. There is no line cutting, no special deliveries, and as always…"

He winked, gave a devilish smirk and pointed his thumb at his chest, "If you got nudies, share em with good ole Anders."

Spencer turned on the bench to lean against the table and watch the show as he sipped his coffee. It seemed everyone around here was so bored half the time they made a spectacle of everything they could. Base life was busy but monotonous, the same routine played every day by most units.

Anders set the bag heavily on the table and pulled open the drawstring top, then dug around for the first letters. He pulled out a rubber banded bundle and called out, "Hitchens, Westley J!"

A round of jeers came from the surrounding peanut gallery. A young kid popped up from a table, holding his fists up victoriously as he made his way over.

"Let's see, let's see, what do we got here?" Anders mused loudly, flipping through the letters, "Kristi with an I, Brandy with a Y, and Krystal with a K and a Y! Damn, boy, how many girls you got on the hook?"

Hitchens snatched the letters and declared proudly, "I'm a fuckin' catch, Anders. What can I say?"

"Yeah, for strippers!" a voice came from one of the tables, promoting a round of laughter. Even Spencer spared a chuckle as he watched.

He wondered why you didn't like mail day. This was already fun.

Hitchens waved his hands and cursed toward the voice, then made his way back to his seat as Anders dug through for his next victim.

"Corbin, Shaina J!," he called, and Peanut stood next to go up. The unit clapped and yelled for her as she sheepishly made her way up.

Spencer had noticed she was quiet and didn't like being the center of attention, preferring to stay behind her computer and analyze satellite data in lieu of speaking too loud.

"Oooh, from mommy," Anders called out as she approached. Another round of taunting came around, and she snagged the letter from his hands, "This your momma or a girlfriend?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she snapped, earning a happily shocked expression from Anders and whooping from the room as they pounded the tables in response.

"Sure would, little sister!" Anders yelled after her, and she simply flipped him off over her shoulder as she came back to her seat.

Barretti gave her a one armed hug as she sat down, trying to hide her face from the jeers and her little act of spunk.

After a half hour or so, Spencer realized that nobody read their letters at the table. Some left after receiving them, or tucked them into their pockets, but none read them in front of everyone else. People were beginning to filter out of the DFAC, and Spencer was just about to go track you down when his own name was called.

"Heyyyy! Doctor Reid, Spencer W!" Anders yelled out. He frowned, "We got a new surgeon I ain't know about?"

Morello clapped him on the back as he turned to them with wide eyes. He pointed to Anders, "Go on, Doc."

Spencer hadn't expected to get anything, especially not in his first week. All eyes turned to the outsider as he stood nervously from the bench and made his way through the tables.

Anders held a ridiculously thick bundle of letters and he groaned internally as he saw it. He really didn't want to be the center of attention here with all these people who knew he didn't belong.

"Ahhh, the new OGA!" he heckled, smiling brightly and waving the stack for everyone to see. The room turned quiet as the laughs turned into whispers. Anders held the letters out for him as he stepped up to the table, "He's already earned his stripes! Raccoon eyes and everything!"

Spencer tried desperately not to touch his nose as a chorus of hooahs and yells went through the tent. He heard Garrett's voice ring out, "Doc ain't no shammer, Anders! He'll fuck you up!"

Anders made an impressed noise, and Spencer's ears grew hot from embarrassment. He handed the stack to him and muttered just quiet enough that only Spencer could hear, "Hang onto those, Doc. They'll get you through it."

Without another glance Anders reached back into the bag, "Mohammed, Abdul B!"

Spencer clutched the letters tightly to his chest as he made his way back to the table. Peanut had made a quick exit after receiving hers, but Spencer wasn't sure he should.

Barretti elbowed him lightly, "Go read 'em. Don't stick around for us. Boss'll have something for us to do in a bit and you'll wanna spend some time with those."

"Yeah, get the hell outta here, Doc," Garrett agreed. Spencer gave them a thankful smile and took the quickest route he could out of the DFAC and headed straight to the unit's office.

He sat down slowly in one of the creaky metal chairs, running his fingers lightly over the wrinkled envelopes and smiling softly to himself.

The unit's acceptance of him made him feel a lot better about Mercer’s biting comments and hard knuckles. Though he didn't really quite know why, Garrett's commendation of him in front of the entire mess made him feel less embarrassed about the tightness in his chest that coiled when his name was called out.

He hadn't really had the time to think about how much he missed his family. Between trying to settle in a place like Iraq and learning Kurdish and thinking about how to help Alijah… Spencer simply refused to let himself worry about what was happening at home.

He read through the letters with tears in his eyes, blinking slowly and wiping them away when they fell after every few lines. Everyone from the team had written to him, put photos inside. Garcia’s was written on pink stationery and sprayed with her perfume.

Spencer held the paper up to his damaged nose and breathed it in, closing his eyes as he struggled to stop a sob from bursting out of his chest. Spencer's heart clenched tightly as the scent of spiced cherries washed over him.

God how he missed them. After leaving the BAU Spencer had tried to close himself off, but of course they never let him. JJ forced him over for dinner once a week, and soon enough they became family dinners at Rossi’s. Luke dragged him out to the gym most mornings, even though Spencer eventually became annoyed and only managed to get a run and a few lifts in before going to read in the hallway until he finished.

Emily and Tara made him go to ceramics class with them once every few weeks, and random crafting classes over the course of the month. So far he'd learned how to knit and embroider, though he wasn't very good. He was learning, though.

He spent a lot of time with Garcia, hanging out at her place and his, chatting about anything but work and hearing way more about her and Luke’s romantic life than he'd wanted to know. She asked about his, but there wasn't much to tell. After Maeve and Max and Loker, Spencer hadn't been too interested in much more.

Matt asked him to babysit a lot, and he did the same for JJ. When they went off on cases he spent a lot of time with the kids, showing them magic tricks and telling them stories he remembered by heart.

Spencer was looking at pictures of Henry and Michael when your voice came softly from behind, making him jump, "Your kids?"

His heart beat wildly in his chest as he turned to face you. You were leaning against the doorframe to your office and smiling sadly at him. You held a beat up traveler's journal in one hand, bright sticky notes popping out along the edges, the leather cracked and aged. He hadn't thought to check if you were inside before reading his letters.

"Uh, no," Spencer said quietly. He brushed some of his hair back behind his ears. It was getting too long again. "They're my godsons. I don't have kids."

You nodded, but you didn't move any closer. He was thankful, as he knew you couldn't read the words from your spot, and he could keep these just for himself.

"You didn't want any?"

Spencer shrugged, "Never had the chance."

"Hmm," was all you said. Your thumb picked nervously at the metal frame, and Spencer waved a hand so you would come to sit.

He gathered up the letters into a pile but left the photos out, not wanting to stuff them in his pocket and ruin them. He turned the papers face down as you slid into a seat and sighed. You clutched the journal tightly to the tops of your thighs as if to hide it from him, the same way he did the letters.

He wondered what you wrote in it, if it was full of photographs or notes. Did you draw? Did you like to write down your thoughts? Was it the one place you showed your feelings and emotions? He didn't ask, because he knew you wouldn't give him a straight answer. It wasn't his business anyway.

"Do you have kids?"

"Never had the chance," you said mirroring his own words. A shadow passed over your face as you avoided his gaze.

"That's the hardest part, you know?" you said quietly, clasping your hands in your lap and glaring down at them. "Having people to worry about you."

"Is that why you don't like mail day?" Spencer asked softly, and you pursed your lips as you thought. "You don't want to see who worries about you?"

"Nobody worries about me, Doc," you assured him with a grim smile.

Spencer watched you for a long moment, trying to see past the walls you had up around you. The room was achingly quiet aside from the pop vent, an ever constant dull whirring in these trailers.

For the first time, you looked away first, wilting and watching your hands shamefully. You licked your lips and swallowed thickly before saying in a small voice, "Mail day just makes me think about how I really gotta make sure you all make it home."

He said nothing as you sighed and pushed back some of your hair with a shaky hand. You avoided his gaze and shook your head, "It's okay if I don't get outta here. I don't have anyone, but you guys all have people waiting for you to step off that plane in DC."

"There may not be someone waiting outside that plane," Spencer found himself offering, "but that doesn't mean they're not waiting somewhere else, maybe a few years down the line."

You chuckled bitterly, but you locked eyes with him, "I thought you were a PhD. You sound like one of those hippy doctors. You got a crystal in your pocket?"

Spencer rolled his eyes, but he laughed with you. He swallowed thickly as he found himself opening up one of his own walls for you, a stranger, "I used to think I'd always be alone, and for a long time I wanted to be. It was easier than caring about people, having them care about me."

You said nothing, simply held that bundle of notebooks held together by leather and string and watched him, so he continued, "I'm not good at leaving things behind. They seem to leave pieces of themselves inside, seeds that grow whether I want them to or not."

Spencer smiled down at the photo of Henry and Michael. He waved it at you, "It hurts sometimes but… it's worth it."

You seemed thoroughly unimpressed, but you nodded. You tapped the table and stood, "You ready to see Alijah?"

Spencer waited for you to wilt again, but your walls had been replaced by steel. He couldn't help but wonder if the Marines had made you that hard, or if you'd always been like that.

There were cracks in the foundation, though. He could see it in the way your eyes were still soft even though the rest of you had coiled up, ready for another fight. You were going ten rounds in this place every day, had been for who knows how long.

Spencer folded up the letters and slipped the photos in an envelope. When he stood you turned on your heel and walked out the door without another glance, expecting him to follow.

And he did. He wasn't sure why, but he was more than happy to do so.

Just to smell that perfume as you walked ahead.

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