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calicorobin · 2 years ago

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jojo shit i never posted

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rohansregret · 2 years ago

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Oh sweet! Is it okay if I can request a fic where Hermes tells Weather how she feels like someone’s stalking her as her stuffs going missing and is feels little weirded out. Weather comforts her, saying that she’s probably tired or something, all the while being the guy that’s stalking her. If that’s okay with you

characters: ermes costello + weather report

warning(s): nsfw, stalking, manipulation, shipping (ermes x weather), voyeurism, breaking in, mentions of panty stealing/sniffing, masturbation, spying, mentions of cum, use of the word “cock”, dark content

note: thanks for the request! i’ve never seen this ship before and i don’t ship it myself, plus i mostly write reader insert things, but it was fun exploring new pairs! just for a heads up for everyone, i don’t think i’ll be writing too many ship stuff in the future, unless it’s a ship that i also ship. i added a couple stalky things that i guess could be considered extreme? i hope that isn’t a problem :( i hope you enjoy!

weather first realized ermes was catching on when he overheard her mentioning her missing panties to jolyne. you’d think he would feel anxious at the thought of being caught, but he only swelled with pride knowing one of the pairs was in his pocket.

“are you sure you didn’t misplace them?” he’d ask, his voice calm and smooth. he’d let her ramble on about how she has them in a specific place that he already knows about.

the knowledge that ermes knows something’s up makes his late night escapades even more fulfilling. now when he makes his way inside hermes’s apartment late at night, he finds himself taking more risks. for example, when he’s usual quiet and agile sneaking into her room, he’s now less worried about leaving things untouched. he doesn’t tidy up as much and leaves his mess behind when he reluctantly leaves the building.

ermes rarely lets people know if shes scared, but he can see through her dismissive behavior. he almost feels bad for her and reflects on what he’s doing. but every time he lets his eyes wonder over her body, he forgets.

“i swear to you! someone is stalking me or something. shit keeps going missing and my room is even more wrecked than usual.” she’ll tell him, her eyes desperately trying to hide her worry. “ermes, i’m sure you’re fine. you have been acting strange lately, maybe you need to get more sleep.”

he knows her sleep schedule like the back of his hand, so he’s not fully lying. “yeah, maybe you’re right. thank you weather.”

he’s more careful that night. he makes sure to close the drawer fully after he finds a pair he’s looking for. he stands over ermes’s sleeping body and observes her. the way her chest moves, the way the blanket wraps around her hips, the soft noises slipping from her slightly parted lips.

he didn’t wait until he got home that night. slipping into her bathroom and locking the door behind him, he pictured her body in his mind. his zipper quickly undone and his hand wrapping the green lace panties around his cock. he let himself get lost, taking his time getting himself off all while keeping quiet.

he left the panties, now wet with his cum, in ermes’s laundry basket. after trailing his finger tips down her cheek, he makes his swift leave out the front door, locking it behind him with his copy of her key.

no matter how many times he tells himself to be careful, he’ll forget his morals as soon as he steps into her home. his body overcome with pleasure and bliss almost immediately.

he’ll do this again and again until he gets caught or gets bored and moves onto someone else. “maybe anasui?” he’ll think to himself, eyes locked on the other man.