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eyesxxyou · 1 year ago

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❝ all mine ❞

｡ﾟ･ ¡ content. ex!hobie, you cheat on miguel, mentions of fighting, highkey toxic relationship, mentions of sex, hobie being a little shit trying to get you back. you made your decision, thought things were over between you and hobie brown for good. but was your decision really the right one?

wc: 3.3k

You shouldn't be here.

You know you shouldn't be here but you knew he loved this place in all its shitty, humid glory. You knew he'd be here. You couldn't help yourself. Something within the pit of your gut told you to get up and find your way here the moment you saw that post with a caption talking about him stopping by his old haunts before he left the country...leaving you and everything you both once held dear to find a new adventure. Something deep and carnal, something you thought had long died the moment you decided that he was becoming too much; too insatiable, too unpredictable. What you had once loved had become a burden you could no longer handle.

He texted you too. Just seconds after making the most.

'We should catch up.'

So why did you come here? Why did you seek him out?

Maybe you didn't. Maybe you simply wanted to take in this place one last time before he went, revive some long-buried memories you had stored away for your own sanity. Maybe you were seeking closure, the stitches to a wound left fresh and gaping so you could return to your adoring boyfriend at home with a heart that didn't belong to him. He'd play it off like he had it the whole time, place it under his pillow with another man's name carved into the flesh.

It hurt. The way Miguel gave you his all and you couldn't return such affections. He was everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. He was sweet, attentive to your needs, had generally the same core values as you. He was the safe bet, the type who wouldn't make plans last second without a hint of rational thought and just hope that they end well. Maybe you got with Miguel — his overplanning self — to compensate for your ex's utter disregard and borderline carelessness. He was impulsive, just looking for the next high to make him feel alive.

But you had been his partner in crime. He was ready to do it all with you.

"___, long time no see. How have you been?" The bartender greets her like an old friend. He's an older man, seen all of your shenanigans with your ex. Had to kick the two of you out a couple of times but almost always welcomed the two of you back the next time you came around. It's been a little over a year now. He had seen you two argue more times than he could count on both hands but no fight seemed as permanent as the final one. You'd fight, stop talking for a few days until one of you came back to apologize and the routine act of make-up sex would commence.

You shrugged with a sigh, glancing vaguely around the dimmed bar as if trying to catch sight of something. Everything was just the same. Nothing changed. Your picture was still hanging up behind the bar along with a dozen others. You two were kissing. He held your waist, hands under your shirt as he held you close. Your fingers were splayed across his cheeks as you held his face, a hint of a smile against his lips as he kissed you. You two were drunk off your asses that night, nearly drunk the whole bar, passed out right where you're sitting. The picture of the two of you sleeping with your faces smushed against the bar was right next to the picture of you kissing.

"Oh- I've been fine. Y'know just...living life." You sighed, tracing your finger in imaginary shapes across the splintered wood. "You remember my usual?" You offer a smile and he returns in. "Of course, darlin'. Just give me a moment." His smile was old and worn but warm. "I haven't seen Hobie yet…if you're here for him." He grabs a glass, places a single ice cube inside of it.

You find your shoulders tensing in defense but you don't deny anything. You know he'd see right through your farce. It's no coincidence you decided to take a stroll down memory lane the same night your ex happens to be in town in the very place you knew he was likely to be. But you don't confirm his suspicions. Plausible deniability and all that. Silence befalls you as you watch him mix your cocktail and slide it down the way toward you. All with a little cherry on top.

Hobie used to pluck the cherry by the stem from your drink. He'd hold it to your lips and have you eat the cherry whole. Then he'd kiss you. He'd take the stem from your tongue and tie it against yours. He was always so good with his tongue, tracing hearts across your skin as he made his way down your naval.

You reached into your bag to pull out your card — or rather — the card Miguel had lent you to use. He was sweet like that; gave you his card when you went out. Kissed you softly and told you to have fun when you claim you were going out with friends. He trusted you with unwavering solitude. His confidence in your loyalty and faithfulness was something you didn't deserve.

You know it when a hand comes to drop a bill on the counter before you can take the honors.

"When have I ever let’cha pay for a drink, doll?" His voice sends shivers down your spine. Over a year and it's like you were never separated. Every muscle, even molecule, every atom in your body still gravitated towards him like a magnet. He was the negative to your positive, the moon to your sun. Something just clicked into place and you aren't exactly sure what it is but it makes you feel complete once more.

He takes a seat stool covered in cracking leather starting to reveal the beige foam padding underneath. He looks different yet exactly as you had left him. His hair was still full and wild and beautiful. The rest was just the same. Same soft, droopy eyes that disappear when he smiles. Lovely, broad nose, and his lips. Oh– his lips were something otherworldly. They looked just as soft as when they last met yours, when they last pulled back to reveal teeth that sank into your skin. Lips that once murmured "I love you" and whispered false promises of the future you've always dreamed of. You and him with a baby, a family of your own. He promised he'd give that to you but you knew better than to trust the sweetened lies that passed by his lips. Hobie wasn't the type so settle in one place, live somewhere quiet and quaint and start a family.

Hobie stared at you as if you were simply a memory he had reconstructed before his own eyes. A gaze soft and tender yet the lopsided smile displayed across his lips told a different story. He was certainly happy to see you, that some part of you still belonged to him, still sought him out given the chance. "___." He saw the way you flinched, turned away from him so maybe he wouldn't catch the longing in your eyes. You missed him more than you should. You shouldn't be here. "Hobie."

"Oh...don' be so tense, sweetheart." Hobie scoffed with careless dismissal. He reached out, a hand on top of yours to soothe your nerves. "Yer a sight for sore eyes. I's amazing to see ya again." Better to simply let things be. He'd never have hard feelings for you, no matter the bad your fights had gotten. You had left him abruptly, cut your ties to him with brutal efficiency in the heat of the moment. Hobie figured that was the end of it, no use in trying to get a deaf person to hear reason.

"Stephen," Hobie spoke to the bartender. "Beer, please." He slid the bartender his 20 and in passing, caught a glimpse of the card you had tossed out. "Miguel...tha’cha new boyfriend?" You try to search for some semblance of jealousy somewhere in his misty eyes or across his sculpted features but there was none. He just awaited your answer, maybe to figure out what reaction he'd have to that. Funny...he was always the type to assume first and ask questions later.

"Yeah."

"Good for you, dove. Wha’s he like? Are ya happy wit’ ‘im?" There could have very well been jealousy somewhere in the heart of his, residual possessiveness he still hasn't gotten rid of. But maybe there was a part of him that just wanted to be assured that you were okay. As...terribly complicated and sometimes toxic as Hobie and your relationship with him was. Neither of you ever wished ill on each other no mater the circumstance. Even when you left, when you packed your bags and told him to go fuck himself. You never meant the things you said. You both knew it.

Are you happy with Miguel? You felt that you should be. He's everything you wanted on paper, everything that Hobie wasn't. But that's just it, isn't it? He isn't Hobie. He doesn't get that wild look in his eyes when he gets an idea. He doesn't make haphazard plans with no regard for consequences. Hobie lives in the moment. Miguel lives for a future that isn't guaranteed.

Hobie knows you too well. He sees the way you hesitate with your answer and speaks again. "I just wanna make sure my baby is bein' well taken care of." You realize that he doesn't give any indication of being jealous because he knows you still belong to him. He's not threatened by Miguel because if you were truly as devoted and loyal to him as you were to Hobie, you wouldn't be here. Wouldn't have even thought of coming.

You sip softly on your drink before the ice can start to melt, snatching up the card from the counter to place it back in your bag. "Because you took such great care of me."

"I took amazin’ care of ya and ya know it." Hobie had his drink in his hand before he knew it. A quick nod to Stephen in appreciation before the man walked away to give them time alone. "I took care of you, dolli." He whispered softly, gripping the bottle neck with his long, slender fingers. "Don't lie."

"You didn't care about anyone but yourself, Hobie."

"Can we not, righ’ now?" He murmured, pressing the rim to his lips to take a sip. "I came back to catch up wit’ ya, not spark another argument. And tha's not true. I care ‘bout’cha more than anyone." You take note to how he says it in the present tense. He cares about you, not cared.

You sigh, lips pursing against your crytaline glass. "Fine. How has traveling been?" You won't open that can of worms. Problems that went unsolved will remain as such. Maybe it was intentional. Neither of you would be able to find closure and move on if such wounds remained open and untreated. It was intentional on both ends. You weren't ready to let go, even if the pain still remained.

"Incredibly lonely, actually." He admitted, the whisper of a woeful smile crossing the lips you had once adored so much. "Not much fun when you have no one t’share it with." You two had always talked about traveling the world together. Paris, Rome, Tokyo, anywhere your fickle hearts desired.

Sometimes you'd lay awake at night, your head resting upon Miguel's chest, and wonder what life might have been like if you had left with Hobie. Where you might have been and who you might have been if you had simply gone off with him. He had tried to get you to go. Showed up on your doorstep with the keys to his boat and a plan to sail down the English Canal to France, professed his love to you and begged you to come with him. Leave your whole life behind and just start anew like it was just that easy.

Maybe it was that easy.

"Paris was nice but i’ would have been even better with you. So would Barcelona and Rome. 'm going to Berlin next. Leaving early tomorrow. ‘m sure tha’ll be lonely too." You know his bed has been kept quite warm no doubt with men and women and everyone in between alike. The thought makes you sick, green with jealousy. He was yours before he was anyone else's. You wanted to mark him, litter his throat with teeth marks and hickeys so that whoever had the honor of having him would know that he was already owned.

Yet, he claimed he was lonely. He wanted you. He only wanted you. Why else would he have come back? It wasn't just for the shits and giggles or trying to "catch up". Hobie wanted you to go with him though he wouldn't say that outright.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you before Hobie spoke again. "It wasn't all that bad, was it? To you at least? We had our downs but we had way more ups." He nudged you softly with one of those smiles that made your heart flutter and skip vital beats. You thought you just might die if he moved any closer to you.

"If by downs you mean telling each other to go to hell and me nearly throwing a vase at your head then sure, we've had our downs." You aren't proud of some of the things you've done...of a lot of the things you've done. You aren't proud that you're here and not at home, reading Miguel's sweet message of goodnight accompanied by a picture of him in bed. "Please do tell me what our ups were."

"Oh, we've had plenty. ‘m so disappoin’ed you've forgotten so easily." Hobie places a hand on his chest with an exaggerated offense. "Am I really tha’ forgettable?"

No. You wanted to say with quick, biting passion. Hobie was the least forgettable person you've ever met in all aspects. But you don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "I don't know, Bee. Maybe I'm in need of a reminder." Now you've gone into flirting with him and you didn't feel bad about it in the slightest. How can you feel bad as Hobie downs the rest of his drink and stands up with the prettiest grin you've ever seen in your life? The same mischievous grin he got when a new idea was sparked in that brilliantly dangerous mind of his. He takes your hand and drags you off of your stool. You stumble along with him, his hand tightly secured around yours as he takes you to the middle of the bar.

You remember this. You remember him putting coins in the old jukebox to play your song, quickly returning to you to take you up into his arms. Your right hand in his left while his right came around to rest of the small of your back. He'd pull you close, smiling with wild joy and youth and the two of you would dance however you so chose.

You missed him. God, you missed him and you hated it. You hated how he touched you with such familiarity. Knew you better than anyone else in the world. You hated that he kissed the corner of your lips and you did nothing to stop him. You hated that you knew this was a ploy to get you back and how you hoped that feelings could override the logical part of your mind and you could convince yourself to go back.

"Is this reminder enough for ya?" He leaned in and whispered into your ear, swaying carefully with you in his hold. Your lips are pressed to his shoulder and you can smell the cologne he had put on just for you, your favorite. He's wearing the shirt and vest you said looks best on him and the jeans you said you liked the very most on him. And of course, the boots he never goes anywhere without. Pulling out all the stops.

It's more than enough, yet, you play coy. "Vaguely."

Hobie likes it when you play coy. You hear him sigh slowly into your ear. "Ya remember the time when I made you miss tha’ flight to go see your parents for the holidays?" He spent nearly an hour between your legs, ravishing your body with orgasm after orgasm until your thighs were trembling around his head. "Or when we got that bottle of champagne and you let me pour it on you." Then he proceeded to lick it up from your diaphragm and naval. "Open." He had muttered and, on command, your mouth had opened up and you let him pour champagne into your mouth.

"Hobie." Your tone warns him but he's quick to bite. "What? Too many good memories?"

"I have a boyfriend."

"Then why are you here, ___?" He snaps maybe with a bit of unnecessary harshness. It's all too easy for the two of your to start arguments. "If ya love yer new boyfriend so fuckin’ much then why are ya here to see me?"

You look away in shame because you know he's right. Your heart hasn't beat this fast since the last time you saw Hobie. It almost feels like it hasn't even moved since then. He left a vacant hole in your chest, took your heart with him but it was an even exchange in his opinion because he left his with you to fill the space he left behind.

Two fingers are on your chin and your face is being brought back to his. It takes you by surprise, how quickly he kisses you. His lips are just as soft as you remembered and even softer than they look. They still taste like mint and a touch of beer. You can tell he's been dying to do this since the moment he saw you and you can't say that you didn't want to either. You melt into him, let him have his way because you want his way too.

"All mine." He whispers, lips hovering over yours before he dove back in. All his. His hand once in yours now comes around the back of your neck to draw you closer. It was home. This was all you've been waiting for for months upon months, maybe waiting for him to come back for you. Well- he has and you still don't have your answer. But Hobie's always been rather good at persuading you, his tongue gently stroking over yours to coax you to agree.

"Come back t’my boat." He attempts to get you to say a small yes now. A frog in a pot of water. He was just starting to crank up the heat.

"You know I can't." You manage to say between muffled kisses. Hobie remains persistent. "Of course, ya can, dove. 'm not asking ya to do backflips all the way there, jus’ come with me." That's how it started. Come with me to the dock, get on the boat, sail away with me. Next thing you know you're in a whole nother country. His voice was so sweet though. It's always been his secret weapon, whispering in your ear with that slight airy tease in his tone.

"Come with me...just for tonight." The two of you still swayed together to the rhythm of the song as it slowly began to come to an end. Between gentle pecks from his pillow-y lips to yours, he kept staring at you, begging you to cave just this one time. But it's never just the one time with him. You know this. You know it won't just stop with this. It's why you left. He had too much power, could make you do anything short of killing someone with enough charm. Look how easily you feel back in.

"Okay...just for tonight.”

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman #atsv #hobie brown #spider punk #hobie brown fic #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader smut #hobie x black!reader #hobie x reader #Spotify

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kaylaz-world-00 · 1 year ago

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I have like... a few ideas to write for Bullfrog along with your requests. Lemme make a requests list first:

Bullfrog

A part two for Bullfrog being reunited with Reader after he's freed from his execution.

Yandere headcanons for Bullfrog with human reader that works for eden.

Bullfrog with a very affectionate human.

An enemies to lovers oneshot with Bullfrog, the reader is working with the government of Eden.

Nsfw headcanons for Bullfrog

A Bullfrog scenario that sees the reader very hurt and goes on a killing spree.

Reader and Bullfrog are dating but the relationship breaks with a betrayal. Bullfrog finding out the reader actually works for eden by mere coincidence.

A touch starved Bullfrog who doesn't realize he's touch starved until his small kisses with reader become a heavy desperate makeout session on their couch.

A scenario where Bullfrog first realizes he has feelings for the reader.

Some headcanons about Bullfrog with a s/o who fidgets a lot.

Bullfrog with a s/o who's love language is gift giving

A scenario where Bullfrog's s/o is drunk and all clingy.

Bullfrog being comforted by Reader. He's remembering his mentor and friends that died before him and needs comfort. (Omg my headcanon? :3)

Bullfrog taking care of badly wounded GN!reader

Bullfrog with a Hybrid Fox reader who protects him Hcs

Bullfrog going after a target but we jump out and tackle him and it turns into a fight

Y/N is a poison dart that isn't able to touch or kiss someone or else they could die. What if Bullfrog accidently touches Y/N (or gets hurt during a mission), thinking that he might not make it, he finally kisses Y/N despite their poison. I smell potential angst (Yes I smell it too jasjksj such a cute idea)

Bullfrog comforts anxious reader after having a nightmare. Also with Rayman/Ramon

I really loved you're enemies to perhaps eventual lovers with the eden guard❤️❤️would it be possible to request a first kiss with that reader and Bullfrog? Or maybe the first time they're intimate

A bookish/researcher reader that maybe works for the guild and Bullfrog has been teaching them self defense out of concern for their well being

Bullfrog (and Rayman) with a reader whose reaction to someone trying to attack their partner is to drop into a split and send a full-force punch between the would-be assailant's legs? Like, Y/N just straight-up Johnny Cages the poor sap

Nsfw shower scenario with both Rayman and Bullfrog

Bullfrog with a f!s/o who has never received affection in her entire life

Headcanons for Bullfrogs and his S/O's first kiss

Bullfrog patches us up this time after we get hurt

After Bullfrog rescued from his execution, reader takes care of him

RAYMAN

Y/N has low self-esteem and doesn't like their appearance and Rayman conforts them

Headcanons for Rayman with a touchstarved or shy (or both if you'd like!) s/o

Headcanon about reader meeting rayman/ramon in college, supported him when he began to work with eden but, were slowly drifting apart due to both of them being busy, then reconnecting when he was fired by eden and killed the head of directors.

Rayman nsfw alphabet.

Laserhawk!ramon x fem!reader smut where she is the same species as him.

And there is your ideas scattered around in my comments, (and mine also 👀) that I will definetly write:

What would Bullfrog do if we come home with a kid?

Hibernation angst

Bullfrog's past

I also want to write something to emphasize/acknowledge his abilities and skills.

Sick headcanons

Everyday headcanons

You both are somewhere cold, there is snow outside but it shouldn't be winter where you live. Angst with comfort

What if Bullfrog learns his next target is us?! And the last second too, like maybe when he gets inside our house, and that's when he realise? (Idk. He already know us of course. Maybe even had some certain feelings too who knows? 👀) Even better, we saw him and understand what's going on!

A rejection scenario. He express his feelings but face a rejection. (For Bonus I am gonna write this for Rayman too~)

Bullfrog forsees dating us!!

Yes but now this got me thinking WHAT IF he forsees us DYING?!

Will be added more as ideas come :)

(I will add links at the parts that I wrote and published.)

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #reader #x reader #requests #ideas #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #captain laserhawk

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unhinged-comics-screaming · 11 months ago

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Bravern Ep 9 thoughts! Oh my god this got so long I'm sorry

I think if I was more genre aware the transformation/level up shouldn't be a surprise. I am actually fine having to remake the decal because I had to lift it up to fix how I applied it so its already lifting lol.

I'm glad that the theories are right like, a plot twist that can be predicted via foreshadowing isn't bad plus it helps my "keep shows weekly" fight. I honestly think the ramp up of hint dropping is done well like "oh he has lewis vibes, oh he knows a thing about Lewis, oh here's a direct showcase that they have the same gunpla hobby" (btw I love that they got an actual gundam box artist to do the ones in the show, such commitment to the bit). The final nail in the coffin being the Lewis flashback where his favorite toy looks a whole lot like Bravern.

For how mysterious Deathdrives were for a while, I like that the limbo zone reinforces the kind of importance in passing on on their terms for them. Just like, restating that this is the core motivation for them. Like yeah this is Cunty's goal death but Lewis isn't satisfied yet so he's in their loading zone going like "hey no this isn't right for me". My only complaint is that I wanted whole ass. No glowy cowardice. Full naked and just enough to keep it aired on TV.

The like, entire thing that gets me though is that Isami is now living thinking that Smith is dead. And he like. Is. If we consider the overly uh horny parts of Bravern to be from Cunus then he's not 100% himself in the end. Like he sees himself as Smith but is it wholly him? Like Smith is happy he can protect and save the world and have Isami inside him. But especially with Bravern/Smith being all shady Isami is just going to have to mourn him.

I hope that this makes Lulu get closer to Isami and she ends up revealing it somehow. Ooooor Isami is on such a wavelength with Bravern he figures it out on his own. I just want him to know. Bravern has a mouth to be kissed after all.

I don't have any idea what Lulu is cooking but I wanna see it. I like that she's getting agency which, apparently to Deathdrives, is totally unheard of.

The alternate timeline theories slap. Everyone who is able to point out proper discrepancies between episodes I love you keep it up. I don't have the mental capacity for that. I kind of want to go with "world without Bravern" ED/promotional art stuff to be like, final loop maybe? I don't know what kind of time loop that needs to work but like, maybe he takes Lulu with so he doesn't need Isami and can defeat the Deathdrives really early on.

Which. Interesting thought. Before Cunus' proposal she yeets one of her Lulus but appears to have two spots. Lewis, also a two life form system yeets his Lulu so you'd think the resultant mech is a two life form mech, the Lulu from Cunus + Lewis himself makes it whole but he clearly isn't in top form unless he has Isami. Bravern is also more than a Deathdrive/Special TS so who knows how that maths out.

Ugh okay sorry this got so long congrats on getting this far. I like, clearly don't have anime friends to scream about this irl except my partner who watched me go through the spectrum of "gay sex wins" to crying for Isami.

#sorry I'm flooding the tag so much ;-;#I don't have anime friends irl #bang brave bang bravern spoilers

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snippychicke · 2 years ago

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For Sake of a Smile -- Ch.20

Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun

Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen. And the fact your coworker was a child. Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but smiled despite everything.

And you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a demon and signing your life away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

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Before we get into the chapter, I want to let everyone know that this is, essentially, just smut. Rated E for Explicit fun times. As in, 18+ and all that good stuff. So if you shouldn't don't read that, you are not missing much. No plot happens. Just these two love birds finally doing the deed.

For those still interested but worried about any TW: We have enthusiastic consent, some hinted size kinks, definitely some mention of Shichiro's none human appearances. But overall, I think its spicy vanilla. 6k words of it

You had squealed with laughter when Shichiro had adjusted his grip, bringing your legs up to carry you bridal style as he more or less marched swiftly from the Rite. When he extended his wings and took to the air as soon as there was open sky above, your laughter was mixed with delighted fear that roused something primal - instinctive - in him.

Granted, at this point that part of him was guiding all of his thoughts and actions. After all, you had said yes. Shichiro could still hardly believe it; his heart thrummed with excitement, feeling so powerful he was certain you could hear it from where your head was pressed against his chest.

You wanted to come to his home. To see his nest.

You loved him. You loved him.

His Intended, the one he wanted to bind himself to for all eternity, loved him.

Part way in the flight back to his home, a small quiet voice spoke from the back of his mind, asked a question that sharply brought his rationale back.

As much as he wanted you, what was he going to do once he reached his home? You were human, so weak and defenseless. He couldn't let instinct alone guide him, otherwise….

He could hurt you.

He could scare you.

He could kill you.

And if he couldn't let instinct take the lead, did he even know what to do? How to bring you pleasure? What if he messed this up? After all, you were human. While you had discussed human courtship rituals and such, it had never progressed into human mating rituals.

While he knew humans and demons could interbreed - according to historical documents, at least - all that meant was there was genetic compatibility. Nothing about if the two species were - well - aroused by the same things. After all, most of those accounts took place when demons were in their Origins.

Shichiro mentally shook himself. He was just overthinking this. You loved him. You enjoyed kissing despite his disfigurement - you seemed to like it when he allowed his hands to wander. He had sensed your arousal on more than one occasion.

It would be fine. It had to be fine. Right?

Oh Devi, what had he been thinking?

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You doubted you would ever get used to the sensation of flying. Even though Shichiro was holding you tight against his chest - and you fully trusted that he would never drop you - there was still that flutter of fear as you watched the world blur beneath you, the wind making it too loud to talk.

Yet you couldn't even lie to yourself that it was the reason that your heart was pounding. You were so used to having to control yourself and refrain whenever things became just faintly spicy between you and your demon partner.

The thought that you could finally maybe have a chance to act on your feelings - to do more than quick kisses and mild petting - had you more than a little excited.

This was definitely the best birthday gift ever.

Dead wasteland suddenly changed into a lush forest beneath you; looking as wild and untamed as the jungle used for the Harvest festival. You couldn't see anything beneath the dense canopy, but Shichiro obviously knew where he was going. A slight shift was your only warning as he quickly descended towards the jungle, a magic barrier protecting you from the tree limbs as he dove through the canopy, the bright day becoming as dark as twilight.

Soft light broke the gloom, and soon you could see a rather picturesque cottage nestled in a small clearing and covered in vines. A bit larger than what you would consider small - but considering Shichiro's height, it had to be on the cozy side for him.

Of all the places you could imagine him living… This actually made the most sense. Out in the wilderness, where he could study to his heart's content, unlike the dorms the rest of the teachers lived in.

Shichiro opened the large wooden door easily despite still carrying you in his arms. Anticipation built as he carried you over the threshold; lights automatically flaring to life via magic, revealing a cozy sitting area, books cases lining the majority of the room, and yet more vines covering the ceiling - much like his prep room back at Babyls.

"...would you like some tea?" Shichiro asked as he set you down before awkwardly taking a step back, confusing you.

"I-uh, yeah? Sure?" You answered automatically; brain still trying to make sense of the sudden change. This wasn't how you expected things to go. Heck, it wasn't even normal compared to his usual behavior of not knowing what personal space was.

Before you could even think about approaching this odd behavior, Shichiro quickly disappeared into what you presumed was the kitchen, leaving you mentally reeling and alone. But you couldn't appreciate the coziness of the place, or how easily you could feel at home here. Not when you were trying to figure out what had changed.

It had taken some time to travel here. Had… had he changed his mind? Did he rethink his decision during the flight, and decide that things had been progressing too fast? Did you make him feel awkward, somehow? Was he just nervous? After all - while he was always touching you in some way when you were in the same room, it was rarely anything that could be sensual. You had always been the one to initiate any other kind of affection, though he had seemed to eagerly consent and follow your lead, pushing boundaries once things had started

Obviously just standing there and thinking wasn't going to garner any answers, nor did you want to let the awkwardness fill the space anymore than it already did. Even if he had rethought things, avoidance wasn't going to do either of you any good. People always said that communication was key in relationships, and you fervently wanted this relationship to succeed.

So you gathered your courage and followed him through the vine-covered doorway; The kitchen matched the rest of the home, looking like the forest had somehow invaded inside. Shichiro had already placed a kettle over what looked like a clay stove, and with a slight gesture a fire sparked to life within the hearth.

But then he just stood there, staring at the flickering fire as his fists rhythmically clenched and unclenched. Not at all like his usual self, even when he was lost in thought - making your worry grow.

"Shichiro?" You voiced softly. It was easy to see his muscles tense further before he turned to face you, looking rather sheepish.

"I'm sorry. I didn't…" He mumbled as his hands fiddled with one another. "I'm not sure what to do."

You bit back a smile as you gave an internal sigh of relief. You quickly breached the space between you and reached out to wrap your hand around his arm.

"There's no pressure," You said quietly, offering a soft smile as he looked down at you. "I don't have any expectations. I just wanted to be with you, alone, so if things happen, they could… happen. But if you're uncomfortable and rather just hang out, that's fine by me too."

The color in his cheeks darkened as he glanced away. "It's not… it's not that. I've wanted this for so long that this feels unreal. Yet I'm also worried that I'll screw things up somehow. I haven't done anything like this before, and you mean so much to me."

You hesitated before you reached up and undid the clasp of his mask. It clattered against the counter nearby as you cupped his face, stroking his scarred skin gently with your thumb. He leaned into the gesture--as he always did, hungry to be touched, to feel affection. "I meant it when I said I love you," You reassured. "Nothing's going to change that. We'll just talk to each other if something's not quite right."

That seemed to soothe any lingering worries as he leaned down to kiss you. A series of soft, sweet kisses that were maybe a little on the hesitant side, but you counted it as a win. Especially as his hands took their preferred place at your hips, thumbs circling along the curve of your hips and waist.

You nipped lightly at his lower lip, trying to deepen the kiss. You were met with a soft, almost playful growl, his grip tightening as he obliged. His tongue brushed your lips, and you eagerly accepted.

You wondered if it was demons in general who seemed to have larger - almost prehensile tongues - or if that was just part of Shichiro. Just like his skinship habit, he seemed eager and needy to explore and feel whatever he could.

And when you needed a breath, his focus went to your neck. Large teeth gently scraped against the delicate skin, followed by ruined lips and tongue to soothe the slight sting. Your fingers dug into his shirt as you shifted to allow him easier access, barely biting back a whine.

There was something to be said about having a large, powerful demon who could easily hurt you... be so tender and loving.

The whistling of the kettle interrupted the moment, bringing you both back to reality. You groaned faintly, annoyed that even here you were being interrupted. "Were you interested in that tea, or…?" Shichiro asked, his voice husky as he continued with his attention to your neck.

"I'm actually more interested in seeing this 'nest' of yours," You answered honestly, and saw a spark light up in his dark eyes; the same one he developed when he found an interesting topic.

It wasn’t quite what you were aiming for, but it was still an improvement from the awkwardness of earlier.

"A demon's nest is a very… special thing," He started as his arms shifted to wrap around your waist comfortably. "A demon will usually build one specifically for their future mate's comfort in mind, since it's part of the courtship process. While I hadn’t created it with any mate in mind, I have tried to add things that I thought you would enjoy. I may not be quite a human expert yet, but I know you enjoy soft surfaces, warmth, and something to cuddle into."

You bit your lip as you smiled. He knew that much about you already? How did you get this lucky? "Well then?" You asked, hands drifting down his arms in what you hoped was a seductive manner.

Without any warning, Shichiro picked you up as if you were nothing, his large hands cupping your backside as you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist. Your cry of surprise became laughter as he carried you back through the sitting room to another doorway, this one leading to his bedroom.

More bookcases filled with books, but also a desk filled with art supplies and an unfinished picture book. But the bed - his nest - took up the majority of the room.

It was indeed a nest; a circle of branches chaotically woven together in a circular shape. Except it was large enough to easily fit a couple of people his size - with room to spare. But despite it being so different from what you considered to be a normal bed, it still seemed inviting as the center was piled with plush blankets and pillows. You noticed a lot of your favorite colors and patterns among the blankets, making you smile.

He really had been paying more attention than you thought.

Shichiro slowly lowered you so you could stand on your own before he took a step back to silently encourage you forwards. You didn't hesitate before stepping closer to taking a better look, noticing long silver strands of hair and green feathers among the woven branches, filling in gaps and holes to keep it warm.

You bent to feel twhe piled blankets, but the corset-like vest of your dress dug into your stomach - reminding you of its presence. You probably could find a way to kneel down, but… well, you were feeling impish.

You stood up, and without looking towards Shichiro, tried to reach around to the fastenings of the corset-like binder that were tied in the back. A sharp breath informed you he had noticed.

"Would you help me?" You asked as you looked over your shoulder towards Shichiro, whose face had turned red.

"H-help?"

"It makes it hard to bend over to see if it's as comfy as it looks," You explained, possibly with a bit exaggerated innocence just to tease him. "Plus this thing has been getting rather bothersome."

Shichiro offered no words but you could see him swallow thickly before silently stepping closer. His large hands spread across your back as he studied the intricate pattern Opera had assisted with earlier that morning, his breath ghosting over your neck. Despite how lightly Opera had tied the binder, there was still a sense of relief as he slowly undid the loops and loosened the laces.

You raised your arms, and he obliged the silent request to pull the binder off. While you were still fully dressed, there was a decided lack of support to your breasts as well as the rest of the curves of your body, making you feel rather exposed. There was no denying the warmth pooling in your lower stomach as you stretched purposefully before stepping into the nest. You lowered yourself to your knees before falling into the pile of softness that awaited.

It was better than even the plush bed Sullivan had gifted you. Soft, warm, and smelling like Shichiro himself-- like the thick woods, old books, and a fair bit of musk. You could easily imagine snuggling underneath a few of the covers, feeling warm and secure as you fell asleep.

But - there were other things on your mind.

You rolled onto your back, grinning at Shichiro who was still holding your garment, face a deep red color while his eyes were nothing but dark pits as he watched you intently. "Join me?"

Shichiro didn’t even hesitate before dropping the garment and yielding to your request. His towering form hunched carefully over yours, making you feel pinned. "What are your thoughts?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble as his hands carefully cradled your head, his fingers mindlessly playing with your hair.

"I highly approve,” You answered, closing the distance between your lips and his for a small kiss. "One-hundred percent."

That apparently was the right answer as he chased after your lips and captured them for an eager and almost demanding kiss. It easily stole your breath as he parted your lips with his tongue, delving into your mouth and pulling yours back into that instinctive dance.

There were no students mulling about, no impending bells or classes to oversee. No well meaning but daunting fathers or Opera lurking nearby. No kettle’s whistling to break the moment. Which meant you could fully lose yourself, eagerly meeting his kisses.

Kissing Shichiro had always been different, but you had quickly adjusted to his large fangs and ruined lips. But - you belatedly realized your previous kisses had been tame, where he had purposefully been soft and gentle.

A hungry, lust filled Shichiro was very different as he bit you with those same oversized fangs that usually were so careful. Not enough to seriously hurt, but enough it stole your breath and made you more viscerally aware of how powerful - how dangerous - he truly could be.

Especially as his mouth moved to target your neck, reminding you how small you were in comparison to him. Soft moans and whimpers escaped your lips as he dragged his teeth and tongue along the sensitive skin. You didn't even think before your fingers dug into his back, making him freeze. It took a short moment for you to realize why before you quickly release your grip. "Shit, I'm sorry," You apologized quickly as he sagged against you.

You were well aware wing bases were delicate, but had completely lost yourself in the moment.

"It's fine," He reassured, meeting your worried gaze with a smile before kissing you softly. "It just surprised me, that's all."

The soft sweet kisses soothed your own worries, teasing you back into the mood. Gently - purposefully - you traced your fingers up and down his back, and could feel him groan against your lips.

Wing bases - after all, were very sensitive areas. Easily injured, but also easily teased and toyed with. Not necessarily erogenous zones, but close to it.

Or according to the books Raim leant you; ones that you hid from everyone else in the manor but had been reading quite extensively in private.

You tugged at his shirt in a silent question, your mouth too occupied to voice anything as it meshed with his, but Shichiro quickly complied. His lips parted yours just long enough as he pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside carelessly.

Thick, hard muscles pressed against your hands as you explored the exposed skin. It always amazed you how strong - how large he was; his arms alone were easily twice the size of yours. But what you hadn't been expecting was the tuffs of soft downy feathers along his chest and abdomen where a human man would have hair.

It made sense, of course - but you still hadn't expected it.

There were more small feathers around his wing base between his shoulders. You gently played and combed your fingers through them, teasing the sensitive skin beneath and feeling the muscles twitch and ripple in reflex.

Shichiro swore your name, causing a cheshire grin to cross your face. There was a dangerous look to his dark eyes as he met your gaze, which only deepened as he realized you knew you had been purposefully teasing him.

"My little minx," He growled, nipping once more at your neck, making you gasp in surprise and pleasure as his lips soothed the small mark. He continued, alternating between soft bites and soothing kisses along both sides of your neck until you were squirming with a desire for more.

You wanted those rough lips and gentle fangs teasing other parts of your body; your breasts, your stomach, thighs….

"How fond are you of this dress?" He murmured huskily. It took your mind a long moment to function enough to piece together his question into something meaningful - especially as his hands on your thigh slipped beneath your skirt to explore your bare leg. Even with his gloves still on, you could feel his sharp nails as he stroked and squeezed, hand nearly encompassing your whole leg.

"I mean, it's rather pretty," You answered distractedly.

"Beautiful," He agreed, sounding just as distracted. "Devi, you looked so beautiful today. Everyday." He traded the nips for a harsher bite and sucking the skin, making you gasp and arch into him, your fingers digging into his shoulder, this time more conscious of where.

In a quick series of movements - before you could barely register what was going on - Shichiro pulled away and shifted into a sitting position, before pulling you up from your back to sit on his lap, your legs straddling his wide lap. His lips met yours once more, and you were hazily aware of his fingers working on fastenings in the back of your dress before he helped pull your dress over your head, forcing your lips to part with his.

You were eager to resume kissing, but his hands gripped your waist lightly, his eyes focused on your body as he drank in your mostly-nude form; both the pieces you appreciated as well as the flaws. A sliver of self-consciousness settled in your heart as he continued to stare, his gloved hands carefully running over your skin.

Did his gaze linger on your own scars like yours did when you looked in the mirror, or did he quickly accept them just like you accepted his? Did he secretly disapprove of your body weight that you struggled with, or did he love it as much as you love his thick form?

His hands cupped one of your breasts, ending your thoughts and making you bite your lip to stop the pleading whine from escaping. Your nipple quickly stiffened more as his thumb lazily drew circles around it, taking great delight in studying both your body's reaction as well as the expressions on your face.

You couldn't restrain the instinct to arch you back, body aching for more. "Feel good?" Shichiro asked huskily, the deep scratchiness of his voice only adding to your desire.

"Y-yeah," You replied as he pressed more firmly, squeezing your breast rhythmically in time with his thumb teasing your nipple. Your own hands settled against the firm muscles of his abdomen, teasing the downy feathers peppering his skin. "I-I like that."

Shichiro pulled you closer, shifting both of you so he could reach your nipple with his mouth.

The noise that escaped your mouth was obscene, fingers digging into his shoulder and hair. While his scar prevented him from latching on and really sucking, the way he played and rolled the sensitive flesh with his teeth and tongue quickly compensated for that fact.

The hand that wasn't teasing your other breast trailed down your spine, tracing the groove down your back before finally cupping your backside, squeezing and massaging the supple flesh there.

Between his mouth and hands, you were soon rutting against him, feeling the large bulge in his pants becoming firmer as you whined in desperation.

His fingers slipped between your legs, rubbing against the fabric of your panties against your core, making you gasp both with pleasure - and at the realization of how wet you were.

"Please," You whined. "I-I want more."

His fingers slipped around the moist fabric of your underwear and dragged between your folds, teasing your clit. "Like this?"

"Mhmm." You bit your lip as you rubbed yourself along his large fingers, any sense of self reservation lost. His two fingers alone spread your lower lips wide apart and felt like heaven when they teased both your opening and clit.

"Even with my gloves on I can tell how wet you are," He groaned, lips moving to your neck and shoulder. "It'd be so easy to slip a finger inside."

Your walls clenched at his words. "Devi, please Shichiro."

He teased for a moment longer, causing you to be on the verge of begging again before he finally relented.

And oh, devi - your dreams of this couldn't compare to how full and thick just one finger felt, gently dipping and stretching your entrance. Even as wet as you were, there was a slight bite of friction as he pressed inside.

Shichiro grounded out your name. "Fuck. You're so tight and wet. I never thought…" He trailed off, but you were too lost as he started to move his finger, slowly pumping it in and out, each time going a little deeper. "Would… can I add a second?"

Fuck. "Yes, devi yes," Was your breathless reply.

And yes, the stretch did hurt a little; but damn if the feeling of being so full didn't help soothe the pain, his thumb pressing and rubbing against your clit really did. He didn't press any deeper, but held his hand still and allowed you to essentially fuck yourself with his hand so you could take the combined girth at your own pace. All the while murmuring about how good you were, calling you a good girl for taking his fingers so well despite being so tight.

Which was nice and all until you had spread yourself open enough that the pain had eased, leaving only hot need in its wake. Then the lack of movement on his part was growing frustrating.

"Devi, Shichiro," You whined as you lowered yourself all the way until his knuckles were flushed against your lower parts. "Please. I need you so bad."

"I don't want to hurt you," He admitted, voice betraying his own want; both husky yet tight with need. He had stopped kissing your neck and had simply pressed his face in the curve of your shoulder. "I want… I want you so bad, but you're so small and tight and perfect but I…"

Despite the torture of his fingers just resting inside you, the lack of friction causing your body to scream out with need, you paused and gently guided him to meet your gaze.

His eyes were so dark, lust and an almost feral look in them that he seemed to be struggling with. "You're not going to hurt me," You reassured, petting his face softly. "I'm not as fragile as you think I am, and Devi, I want you, Shichiro. But, if you don't want to take that step…"

The hand that had been bracing your back gripped tighter, his eyes flashing with some warning look that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "No. I… Are you sure I won't hurt you?"

You smiled triumphantly. "I'll tell you if you do, okay?"

That seemed to ease his worries, though to your dismay also meant he removed his fingers from your cunt, making you whine despite yourself.

Though watching him lick the moisture that stained his gloves was arousing in its own way. You could taste yourself on his tongue as his lips caught yours shortly afterwards as he laid you back into the nest, his hands easily slipping your underwear off.

What you didn't expect was his kisses to trail downwards, licking and kissing a winding path down your body. He easily shifted your hips, throwing your legs over his wide shoulders as he buried his face against you.

You cursed as you gripped the bedding beneath you, back arching as that long thick tongue penetrated you, his fangs pressing and rubbing deliciously against your clit. His name was repeated like a mantra as you grinded down on him, feeling pressure build in your loins from the impending climax.

Shichiro took one of your hands, gently prying it from the blanket and guiding it to grip his hair instead. The groan of pleasure vibrated from his mouth to your center, making you shake even more. You could tell you were close - so very close - and Shichiro must have noticed as well as he pressed even deeper, slipping his fingers inside, curling them as if he knew exactly where to press.

You were vaguely aware of screaming as your body spasmed, unable to really comprehend anything but the bliss and pleasure coursing through you. That, and Shichiro still between your legs, hungrily drinking every drip of moisture he could find.

Just when you thought you might have to beg for him to stop, he pulled away; that long tongue of his licking the moisture that glistened in the light. And the way he was looking at you, as if you were the most beautiful thing he had seen.

He- he was the most beautiful thing, in both earth and the Netherworld.

Shichiro called your name, causing you to realize you had been staring. "If that was too much…"

Oh hell no. While yes - that climax had proved to be the best in your life, you were far from satisfied. You refused to be satisfied until he had felt the same bliss he had given you.

"No," You quickly assured him, pulling him back to you so you could capture his lips again in a deep kiss. "Just couldn't help but admire the view."

He huffed a faint laugh, though any argument was cut short as you wrapped your legs around his, pulling him closer. Shichiro groaned as you grinded against the hard bulge in his pants, his hips moving of their own accord in time with yours.

"Are you sure?" He managed to ground out between gasps and moans. "You're--Devi-- so small, and I-I don't want to hurt you."

"I haven't been so sure of anything in my life," You whispered back, feeling the tension of arousal building once more.

His grip left your hips, followed shortly by the rustle of fabric. You broke the kiss and looked down in anticipation, need mixed in with curiosity. Your gaze was met with his very large and pronounced member. It looked human in nearly every aspect except the soft scales like his forearms. But then you noticed his thick hips and thighs were covered in the same deep green feathers as his wings.

You had imagined he had feathers just from the times you had brushed against his pants in mostly-innocent situations, but it was still a surprise to see your imagination hadn't been far from the mark.

Shichiro's hand grazed his cock, bringing you attention back to it. It was as large as you expected to be; both thick and long, with precum leaking from its tip. "Are you still sure?"

You loved him more than the Netherworld, but he was so hesitant at times when he thought he would hurt you despite your insistence you weren't glass.

"You have no idea how badly I want you, Shichiro," You growled as you grabbed him and pulled him back down to you. "I will find a way to push you over and ride you if I have to, I swear to Devi."

He groaned against you, either from the mental image or just the feeling of his cock rubbing your lower lips. "You'll tell me if I hurt you?"

Instead of answering, you reassured him with a kiss while your hand slipped between you, easily finding his member and helping it slip between your folds and finding your entrance.

Even after all the preparation he had given you, you knew the first time he entered would probably be akin to being split wide open. You bit your lip as he penetrated you, refusing to let an ounce of discomfort show as he gradually entered.

You took a few breaths, letting your body relax. "That's my little vixen," Shichiro murmured, pressing small kisses to your neck. "My perfect little human, letting me have you like this. I want to make you feel as good as I do."

He slowly started to move as you returned his kisses, becoming more certain himself as your soft gasps were tinted with pleasure and not pain.

You quickly forgot about the momentary discomfort as you began to rock your hips in time with his slow thrusts. His girth easily dragged along every sensitive spot, and soon the room was filled with moans and the slick sound of him becoming quicker and less gentle with his thrusts.

His fingers dug into your hips as he quickly started fucking you in earnest, soft growls and groans rumbling from his chest. You couldn't even spare a thought, too lost in the bliss of his cock pounding into you. You could feel your own orgasm quickly approaching once more and dug your fingers in his shoulders as you simply tried to hold on.

"Are you close?" He growled after a moment between thrusts, and it took a moment to decipher what he meant before you fervently nodded your head, the ability to form words lost. "Good. I want you to come as I fill you up. Can you do that?"

You would do anything for this demon, with coming on his cock the easiest of feats. Hearing him ask despite the new harsh growl to his voice paired with sharp quick thrusts sent you over the edge, making you dig your nails into him as you screamed his name.

His thrusts became even more wild and erratic, sending you even higher until with one last thrust - your name a swear on his lips - he came inside you, quickly filling you to the brim with his seed.

Full. You felt so full you swore you felt some of it leak out as he moved to pull out. You were too lost in bliss to really care about the mess you surely were, your mind unable to hold on to a thought for more than a moment. You had imagined this moment so many times; but once again, reality triumphed over your fantasies.

You came back to reality with Shichiro whispering little sweet nothings in your ear between soft, lazy kisses; his fingers threading through your hair as he held you close to his chest. Gingerly, you moved to face him, meeting his dark eyes and tracing the strong edge of his jaw.

You… you could really see yourself being with him for the rest of the foreseeable future. It was like when you realized that the Netherworld was more of a home than Earth had ever been. Or when it hit you that Sullivan, Iruma, and Opera were your family.

Shichiro was a perfect complement to you. A life with him sounded like heaven - even if you were in literal hell.

----- Short ----

The Demonic Rites eventually ended late in the evening, leaving Iruma exhausted as he flopped back on his bed. Celebrating his birthday with you back on Earth had been more than he could have asked for as a child; but today - celebrating his Demonic Rites with both his new family and friends - had probably been one of the best days of his life. It had served as a huge reminder of how much his life had changed.

He had a family that dearly loved him, and would do anything to make him happy. All they expected from him was for him to be him. To do his best at school, sure - but there was no pressure either for good grades.

Which made him strive even harder.

And then his friends, his classmates… he never had the chance to make bonds with others his age before, so it was still rather hard to believe. Especially with friends like Az and Clara, who truly felt like they were his soulmates; he couldn't imagine being without them.

Just like he couldn't imagine his life without you in it. Yet he wasn't oblivious or innocent; not when his classmates were all too happy to gossip about the circumstances leading to Balam carrying you away.

And he was happy - elated - about you two being together, and maybe even making a family together. And you had reassured him in the past that no matter what happened, he was going to be a part of it.

But the reality that it could still upset how his life was now still weighed on him. There was the very real possibility you might want to live with Professor Balam - which meant moving out from grandpa's mansion... Which meant not seeing Grandpa and Opera everyday.

Or… would Balam be agreeable to moving? In the human realm - from what he could remember - that wasn't typical, but what about here?

He should ask Az and Clara; they would know, right?

His phone pinged several times in quick succession, drawing him out of his thoughts. He picked it up while new messages kept showing up, all of them from you.

//I am so sorry about leaving without saying anything!!!!//

//Happy Birthday! And I'm sorry I missed your real birthday!//

//I'll remember next year, promise!//

//Anyways, I'm going to stay the night with Shichiro//

//but//

//I love you and I am thankful that you're in my life. Being your adopted mother is one of the greatest joys of my life. No matter what, I will always be proud of you//

//goodnight!//

There were several kissy emojis, making Iruma smile. Change… wasn't necessarily bad. Just because things were great now didn't mean they still couldn't be better.

He remembered how stressed you had been back on earth to try and care for him. How you tried to be like a mom, yet not call out how horrible of a mother his real one was - since back then he hadn't been able to recognize how terrible his birth family was. Whenever someone tried to point it out, he made excuse after excuse to rationalize how he had been treated.

But now he had realized the bitter truth. The woman that gave birth to him literally hadn't cared at all about his wellbeing.

You did, you always had. You followed him into hell because of how much you loved him.

And you deserved to have the same happiness he felt. Of finding a place to belong. And if Professor Balam brought you that happiness and sense of belonging, Iruma was elated.

Whatever came, he'd support you just as much as you supported him.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichiro #balam shichiro/reader #balam shichiro x reader

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sprngwillcomeagain · 1 year ago

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Hannix (Phoenix x Hangman, Natasha x Jake) AU: sweet nothings (they’re everything to me) update 🌟

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44637271/chapters/112296133

(to the first 7 chapters!)

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Hi, hello! Jen here. I’m not entirely sure who is still reading this fic but I hope someone out there is glad to know that I’m 8k words into the next chapter and I’m a little more than halfway through!

Natasha and Jake have been such a joy to write as a COUPLE (god. finally. I’ve been waiting for this moment for the whole 50k words of this fic before this chapter) and I’m reallyyyy trying to fluff things out as best I can to give you all the lovey gooey relationship affection between these two (with my usual sprinkle of angst of course)

I just wanted to give a little heads-up! It’s coming very soon. I plan to have it published by Monday (all things going well ofc) and I CANNOT WAITTTT!!

If anyone has been waiting for the next chapter since May, I thank you so much for waiting and I hope it makes you so happy.

……

Ready for a teaser?

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"Where's everyone?" She asks. "The halls have been quiet since I got up this morning."

Jake presses a kiss against her forehead, "Maverick took them to check out this museum in town after breakfast. I know Bob and Javy wanted to host some sort of game night at Penny's tonight so they shouldn't be gone too long. Mav said they'd be back by lunch."

It goes unsaid but completely noticed that Jake had stood behind for her, and she feels warmth spread throughout her at how worried he must’ve been for her this morning just because she was so worried and anxious about talking to her parents.

Nat perks up slowly, resting a hand on his chest as she leans on her elbow. She has no reason to be anxious now, not when she thinks of their plans for the night. “Do you think they know how badly they're about to lose at Pictionary? We almost wiped the floor with them last time and I refuse to lose again.”

"I don't know about that, Nat,” Jake teased with ease, twirling one of her curls with his fingers. "Bob seemed pretty eager in dominos and Pictionary last time. He carried himself to first place and I actually would've been afraid of him if Mickey wasn't his partner."

"Mickey does make everything fun no matter what, doesn't he?" Nat agreed, dropping her arm and nuzzling back into her boyfriend's arms. She adjusts and gets comfortable again before saying the words she has been thinking of ever since she ended the call with her parents. "I feel really lucky to have you guys in my life. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Her vulnerability doesn't go unnoticed as Jake hugs her as tight as he can, pressing another kiss against her head with a hand cradling her cheek like she was one of the most precious things in the world to him.

"I feel lucky, too." He whispered to her. "I think all I feel is lucky when it comes to knowing you." A pause, "when it comes to loving you."

Nat doesn't cry but she spends a few minutes fighting the tears back before falling asleep cuddled up to the sound of the television on low and her boyfriend’s heartbeat under her ear.

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There’s a tonnnn more where this came from. I can’t wait for you guys to see. Happy late thanksgiving!

#natasha trace x jake seresin #jake seresin #top gun maverick #phoenix x hangman #fics #natasha phoenix trace #top gun hangman #top gun phoenix #top gun movie #hannix lover #hannix au #phoenix x hangman fic #top gun maverick fics #ao3 #natasha trace x jake Seresin fics

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malepresentingleg · 2 years ago

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My School President: last episode - some thoughts (with spoilers, with no order)

First of all- idk what to do with my life anymore now that it's over FUCK.

It was SUCH a good finale to SUCH a good series, simply 😘👌

The first scene with Tinn's mom confronting him and then seeing how fucking terrified he is and taking a step back because of this? boy did I cry. Best mom award to you my lady (you can start a collection).

The side by side with Gun's mom just broke my fucking heart. Their phone call, Gun being so understanding. Everything was just perfect!!!

The talk between Tinn's parents just. Wreck my heart why don't you?

Them secretly dating and flirting all the time and only poor Por was oblivious? 10/10, amazing. (Also I love how from "the prom is tomorrow" from last episode we now got a whole era of secretly officially boyfriends sldksalskdas )

Jealous Gun comeback! + some wlw mlm solidarity with a gay lesbian fake couple.

Was their first kiss really that casual?? it was cute af and Gun was so sneaky to turn his head like that damn. Ik it was just some pecks but it was very very cute.

This episodes shows why you shouldn't ship irl people god this is 😬😬😬 even when things did work out it was soooo yuck.

Did love the friends group teasing thought- that's definitely allowed and some might say even required. And literally everyone knew except Por 😭😭😂😂 ("Sound and I don't keep secrets"!!! I screamed).

But Por not revealing a secret relationship with Tiw? Them not even "getting together"???? 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 that's me, they did us DIRTY.

Phat crying in singleness was so fucking funny, Phat, I feel you 🤘😔

Gun using the "pinch your nose so you don't cry technique" in the fucking rain, they sure do know how to make US cry amirite ha haha 😭😭😭

Ok but we can all agree Jorn is literally in love with Tinn which is why he was so hurt and mad, but also why he punched the homophobic teacher?

Speaking of that, I'm very glad Jorn did but DAMN did I want Tinn to.

Once again, best mom reward to Tinn's mom 😭🥺

The homophobia was so gross but also I'm glad for the way they addressed it in the series, but also that it wasn't the whole focus of the episode like we might have feared, and we did get a lot of fluff :')

UGh all the fan service during prom was so weird and yucky for me, not a fan😬

The hashtag they keep talking about actually says "my boyfriend* is the school president" in case you were wondering.

*it's a gender-neutral term like "partner", but it's used like boyfriend/girlfriend in English and not as marked as "partner" might be

The dinner at Tinn's immediately made me think of Bad Buddy 😭

It was so cute and so perfectly awkward, I love Tinn's dad so much (way to throw your son under the bus ksdjfskdfhs) and again, best mom reward to give here :') it was so awkward but she clearly tried her best and she died a little when Gun called her mom 😂

The final scene was so sweet, and it was all very fitting for a high school series, which is what this is!

I LOVE how in the end, this is a series about FRIENDSHIP and they gave that the proper focus and screentime

In conclusion, I'm gonna spend my time rewatching this again and again until My Skyy 2 :')

#my school president #leg is ranting #msp #msp spoilers #my school president the series #my school president ep 12 #msp ep 12 #msp hour

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sonicblueartist · 1 year ago

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I have like... a few ideas to write for Bullfrog along with your requests. Lemme make a requests list first:

Bullfrog

A part two for Bullfrog being reunited with Reader after he's freed from his execution.

Yandere headcanons for Bullfrog with human reader that works for eden.

Bullfrog with a very affectionate human.

An enemies to lovers oneshot with Bullfrog, the reader is working with the government of Eden.

Nsfw headcanons for Bullfrog

A Bullfrog scenario that sees the reader very hurt and goes on a killing spree.

Reader and Bullfrog are dating but the relationship breaks with a betrayal. Bullfrog finding out the reader actually works for eden by mere coincidence.

A touch starved Bullfrog who doesn't realize he's touch starved until his small kisses with reader become a heavy desperate makeout session on their couch.

A scenario where Bullfrog first realizes he has feelings for the reader.

Some headcanons about Bullfrog with a s/o who fidgets a lot.

Bullfrog with a s/o who's love language is gift giving

A scenario where Bullfrog's s/o is drunk and all clingy.

Bullfrog being comforted by Reader. He's remembering his mentor and friends that died before him and needs comfort. (Omg my headcanon? :3)

Bullfrog taking care of badly wounded GN!reader

Bullfrog with a Hybrid Fox reader who protects him Hcs

Bullfrog going after a target but we jump out and tackle him and it turns into a fight

Bullfrog comforts anxious reader after having a nightmare. Also with Rayman/Ramon

A bookish/researcher reader that maybe works for the guild and Bullfrog has been teaching them self defense out of concern for their well being

Nsfw shower scenario with both Rayman and Bullfrog

Bullfrog with a f!s/o who has never received affection in her entire life

Headcanons for Bullfrogs and his S/O's first kiss

Bullfrog patches us up this time after we get hurt

After Bullfrog rescued from his execution, reader takes care of him

RAYMAN

Y/N has low self-esteem and doesn't like their appearance and Rayman conforts them

Headcanons for Rayman with a touchstarved or shy (or both if you'd like!) s/o

Rayman nsfw alphabet.

Laserhawk!ramon x fem!reader smut where she is the same species as him.

And there is your ideas scattered around in my comments, (and mine also 👀) that I will definetly write:

What would Bullfrog do if we come home with a kid?

Hibernation angst

Bullfrog's past

I also want to write something to emphasize/acknowledge his abilities and skills.

Sick headcanons

Everyday headcanons

You both are somewhere cold, there is snow outside but it shouldn't be winter where you live. Angst with comfort

A rejection scenario. He express his feelings but face a rejection. (For Bonus I am gonna write this for Rayman too~)

Bullfrog forsees dating us!!

Yes but now this got me thinking WHAT IF he forsees us DYING?!

Will be added more as ideas come :)

(I will add links at the parts that I wrote and published.)

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #reader #x reader #requests #ideas #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #captain laserhawk

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questforgalas · 1 year ago

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This trope for them lives rent free in my head so now picture it's late on base, the 141 enjoying some down time between missions, a warm mid-summer evening's turning into night as the moon rises in the sky, and Ghost is sitting on the rooftop of the barracks. A quiet hideaway he's used for years when the noise down on base wouldn't calm the roaring in his head so he'd seek calming solitude; though nowadays it's less to do with the roaring in his head - which has dimmed significantly since a certain mohawk appeared in his life - and more to do with wanting to enjoy life, enjoy nature. Appreciate all that's around him in this life he's been given.

The soft footsteps approaching behind him are no surprise. The person they belong to always has a sixth sense of where Ghost. The two of them always tethered by the invisible bond that formed on a tarmac years ago. Silently, Soap sits next to him, not an inch of space between them as their shoulders and legs brush, and on instinct, Ghost rests his head atop the slightly damp mohawk, fresh from the shower if the strength of Soap's, well, soap is anything to go by. They sit like that, comfortable in each other's space, comfortable in the quiet, until Ghost hears a light hum come from his husband and feels the stir of his head.

"Got ye somethin'," Soap says, placing a soft kiss to Ghost's shoulder before lifting up his crystal blue eyes to look at the lieutenant, effectively stunning him like his gaze always does.

"Oh ya? Wha's the occasion?" Ghost hopes his response doesn't betray the deep blush hidden under his mask from the simple gesture, but Soap gives him a knowing smile. He always knows. Knows Ghost better than the back of his hand.

"No occasion. Jus' wanted tae make sure we're proper matchin' is all."

"Wha're ya on about, Johnny?"

The hand that was hidden on the other side of Soap's body raises, and Ghost immediately clocks the thick, leather box his husband is holding. His reaction, in his opinion, is bloody ridiculous. They were already married, exchanged vows in a small, private ceremony near a year ago. Already went through the proposal - and try to surprise a special ops operative with anything, it's bloody impossible and a miracle Ghost pulled it off - so the sight of a ring box shouldn't have Ghost's heart pounding in his ears and his palms sweating beneath his gloves. The same gloves Soap was tugging off now.

"When I found oot where ma band came from-" The chromatic silver band on Soap's left hand glinted in the moonlight as if aware. "Well, let's say I was right speechless aboot it fer some time. Tha significance of it. Ye givin' yer literal self ta me. I, well, I dinnae really know how ta put it inta words. But, what I was certain of was tha' I wholly believe we're partners in ever'way. Equals. As ye said when ye gave it ta me: ye belong to me. And, well." Soap opened the box, revealing a band of matching metal to the one he wore. "I belong to ye."

Gently, he took Ghost's now ungloved left hand and removed the simple band that had never been removed since Soap placed it on his finger. Mesmerized, he watched as his husband replaced it with the ring from the box, the metal cool but sliding perfectly on as if it were meant to be there all along.

"Price wasnna too 'appy when I told him, grumbled about the brass and protocol and how many 'eadaches we give 'im. But he said it all with a smile, so I dinnae think he meant it," Soap laughed and Ghost huffed alongside him.

"What if somethin' 'appens on the field though?" Ghost looks up at him.

"Seein' as yer now tha one wearin' ma dog tags," Soap gestures to the new ring on Ghost's finger. "Best make sure we make it to tha' retirement ye've been teasin' me aboot."

In one swift motion, Ghost pulls his mask off over his head with one hand as the other circles to the back of Soap's neck and brings him in for a bruising kiss, every "I love you", every "Be safe out there", every "There is no life without you" thrown into that kiss under the stars of Hereford.

Ghost pulls back, leaning their foreheads together, breaths mingling, "Thank you, Johnny."

"Always, mo chridhe."

I love the idea of Ghost melting down his dog tags to use as a wedding band for Johnny because he’s technically a dead man who doesn’t need them so why not give a piece of him Johnny can always have on his person, and Johnny finds out the origin of the metal so cut to a very exasperated Price in his office listening to Johnny weave a complicated excuse as to why he needs new dog tags because his old ones were “mysteriously lost on the last mission can’t make heads or tails of it sir”

#ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

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sweetmusingss · 2 years ago

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I smile lovingly at you, looking both ways before I crossed the street with you while continuing to hold onto your hand. I felt my heart racing just from you speaking Romanian to me. I knew a lot of languages from traveling to several different countries for work but besides English, Romanian and French always stuck with me the most. It was like fate that the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with turned out to be Romanian. "Dă-mi un moment să mă gândesc. Îmi distragi atenția. Cuvintele tale mă lovesc mai tare în română decât în engleză," I smirk softly at you before bringing your hand up to my lips and kissing over your knuckles. I was weak to hear you call me 'Princess' in Romanian, my heart pounding in my chest. "Bine, cred că acest turist este înfometat acum după mâncare delicioasă și apoi poate o plimbare romantică?" I loved that we were able to talk in fluent Romanian together. I definitely felt like a tourist but I knew that I at least didn't sound like one.

Seb smiles at you, shaking his head. “mă faci să roșesc. Ar trebui să-ți vorbesc mai des în limba română, dacă asta înseamnă că te fac să încetinești și să procesezi mai mult lucrurile.” Seb stuck his tongue out as he teased you, chuckling. He always gave you a hard time about not being relaxed enough and if speaking to you with in a foreign language made you slow your roll a bit, even if it was just due to his voice being charming, then he’d take it. “Okay, my love, we can go eat. I’ll bring you to my favorite restaurant.”

Frank sighed with relief when you said that you would come see him perform tomorrow night, grateful that you weren't going to completely abandon him. He still didn't feel right about this whole entire thing and it made him feel so guilty that he was thrown off by his own girlfriend being here to visit him. He knew he could not just let you go though and he couldn't let things change between the two of you. He already was so attached to you and he relied on you more than anyone knew. Gerard had no idea just how badly he had hurt Frank by doing this because it pushed you away and put that fear right back in him that he was losing you again. He stands up too as he stared back at you, not really wanting to go but he knew you were hinting that you probably wanted him to leave. "You shouldn't have to be alone though. You should have someone who loves you endlessly and doesn't ever want to leave you alone. Maybe you've been alone most of your life but I will make sure you don't have to feel that way always. Not anymore," he says softly, not realizing how fucked up it was that he was promising you that when he was very much with someone else and so were you.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Frank. I’m not your responsibility to worry about. Worry about Kayleigh, not me. She deserves your attention. I’ll be fine…” I look up at him with sad eyes, wishing he knew how truly alone I really was. My band barely ever spent the night on the bus, all of them having other friends or partners on tour so they’d sleep elsewhere so my bus was usually always empty. Anthony hated sharing bunks so we only ever shared a bed when we were staying at hotels. Cobra’s bus was basically a party bus and Gabe sometimes came and kept me company overnight, but I hated being a burden and keeping him from the fun so I always said I was fine. But the truth was… I was utterly alone, all the time. My time recently with Frank and My Chem made everything seem better but now knowing that Gee wanted to keep me away and Kayleigh was here, I was going to go right back to being the same lonely person I always was.

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tenacquity · 2 years ago

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anyway here's wonderwall

it's sinday, so

ryuu will hold your hand so hard— no but really

given ryuu's age, he's still in a very experimental stage, and what this means is that he honestly is pretty open to just about anything (he's basically the definition of "i'll try anything once")

no one is more surprised than me to find out that this seemingly... "baby boy baby" is actually totally onboard for some 🔥🔥🔥🔥 stuff, but what it really comes down to for him is trust and communication

as long as he trusts you and as long as his partner is willing to be receptive and honest with him, he will be just as willing to explore many different things

and yes, he's found that he actually rather enjoys things on the b.ds/m spectrum, given the above disclaimers and the knowledge that he and his partner are being safe about it

ryuu's just "i mean, i'm not a s/l.ut but who knows"

#« headcanon »#me writing this post and trying to avoid using actual 🔥 language to ward off the bots #i mean it's a fairly clean hc in general but you CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL--#but anyway yea uhhh tie him up ??? he'll tie you up as a treat in return ?#it's honestly hilarious to me bc he looks and acts so polite and innocent but yeah just... wait #he's also the type to pretend he doesn't like pda and whines at his partner if they get a lil too... handsy in public but #the thing is ?? he will just accept it and go along with it between failed attempts #him between kissing the life out of his partner: “we really shouldn't be doing this--” AWNJOGFHNJAO

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 3 years ago

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jealous sex with jisung

Thank you so much for your ask <3 I hope this somehow matches your taste, I went a little crazy... but can you blame me?

Louder - P.JS

Pairing: Park Jisung x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 2463 words

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship

Other members: Lee Donghyuck / Haechan

Warnings: jealousy and possessiveness, dirty talk, hair pulling, strength/muscle kink, heavy degradation, name calling (whore, slut), spanking, fingering (f receiving), humiliation, deep throating (m receiving), 69ing more or less?? you’ll see, clit spanking (idk why this keeps happening in my fics), overstimulation

A/n: this scenario takes place between two commited adults who have often engaged in sexual activities. though it is not mentioned in the fic, they have a safe word and ways to communicate when it’s too much! I didn’t include that in the fic for vibe purposes, but please keep that in mind as you read it. Now please, enjoy this filth!

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There's no way in hell you could've seen it coming. What you had seen as some simple joking and teasing with Donghyuck, Jisung had interpreted as something else entirely. A soft touch here, a lingering stare there and one could practically see the fuming steam rushing out of Jisung's ears as he glared at you giggling because of a joke Donghyuck told.

Jisung knows – or should know – that you would never feel what you feel for him for anyone else, especially not for his friends, and even if you did, it's not like you would ever act on something as insignificant as a little crush and put your relationship with the love of your life on the line.

Donghyuck is generally known as a person who more than enjoys physical contact; he always hugs people, or goes as far as to press a big, wet kiss on one's cheek, so it shouldn't be something that concerns Jisung. It's not like Donghyuck did any of that to you, however. He might be a menace, but he would never come between one of his friends and their partner.

Still, it seems as if it doesn't sit right with Jisung how close you and some of the members had gotten, and it shows in the way he just got up from his place on the couch, startling both you and Donghyuck by grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of the room with him.

You had sent Donghyuck a shocked glance just before you were forced to turn the corner, and he had answered with a simple shrug, wide eyes and an agape mouth.

As soon as the door slams shut behind you, Jisung presses you against it, though still maintaining a distance of the length of an arm between the both of you. You blink at him, the first shock having faded by now to leave nothing but cluelessness behind.

Your lack of talking takes Jisung aback and he lowers the arm that was just pressed against the wooden surface next to your face.

"What the fuck?!" You finally bring out, blinking furiously as you lean your head forwards slightly.

Jisung takes a deep breath before scrunching his eyebrows, the stern look from before having a comeback on his handsome features. "I didn't like that."

"Like what?" You blink slowly once.

"Why do you have to be so touchy with him?"

Oh.

Ohh.

A smirk creeps onto your features and you lift a hand to pinch Jisung's cheek. "Aww, are we a little jealous?" You pout fakely, pulling on the soft flesh of his cheek that you hold in between your thumb and pointer finger.

Frowning ever more, Jisung pushes your hand away from his face, grabbing onto your wrist instead to push it against the door. "Don't do that."

"But I'm right," you say, and there's so much confidence in your voice that you hope Jisung envies. You smile, dropping your head to the side as you eye Jisung's form. It's probably not the right moment for this, but you can't help but to notice the way he's pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, exposing his quite muscular forearms to your eyes.

You're glad that you've known Jisung long enough to know that he's not really angry with you. If there's something that really bothers him, he reacts much more directly and addresses the topic when the both of you are calmed down and alone.

This is different, so there has to be something else behind it.

"You're a brat," Jisung retorts, suddenly grabbing your hair, yanking your head back a little to make you look at him, catching you off guard. Your eyes widen as you look at him now almost innocently, your previous victorious smile completely wiped off your face at this point.

Sometimes, you feel like Jisung underestimates his own strength. He seems so naive and bumbling, but maybe he actually does know what he's doing, showing you his strength in moments like these, so nonchalantly and confident that seems so far off his usual personality.

And it makes you rub your legs together involuntarily.

"Does this get you off?" Jisung asks, catching onto the action due to the lack of space in between your bodies. His attitude is not faltering at all as he keeps staring you down, and you feel intimidated, almost humiliated by its intensity. "Hm? Did you do this to piss me off? Flirt with my friends, get their eyes on you with your tiny clothes, let them touch you just because you're such a whore for attention?"

You hadn't even noticed him getting closer until his breath fans faintly over your mouth. You gulp, you're sure there's this tiny hint of submissive fear showing in your eyes right now, the one that only Jisung's able to get out of you.

"Answer me."

"I-I wasn't-"

"Why are you lying to me?"

You push forward, you body now pressing against his as you reach to connect your lips with his in a kiss. Jisung isn't having any of your antics, pulling back just far enough for you to realize that he's not going to kiss you. The action has you whimpering.

"What is it with you, huh? Get on the bed." You obey, quickly stepping over to Jisung's bed as soon as he releases his hold on your hair. Behind you, you can hear him mutter under his breath, "can't believe my beloved girlfriend is such a slut."

Kneeling on the bed, you're waiting for him to make his way over to you. He does, slowly, until he sits down at the edge of the bed, raising his brows slightly as he looks over at you.

"I don't know what you're waiting for," Jisung says calmly, gesturing to his lap. You mutter a quick "sorry," before you shimmy to sit down on his thighs.

"No," Jisung sighs, "are you stupid? Lay down."

And suddenly, it dawns on you what he's about to do. You comply, though, the thought sending a tingling sensation down your spine, heat coiling in your lower stomach.

"Look at you, fucking whore, your skirt is so tiny, your whole ass is exposed." Jisung brushes over the expanse of your cheeks, and you bite into your fist, anticipating the first hit.

It comes, though way harsher than you thought, and a mewl escapes your lips. Jisung's never spanked you before, but you can't say that you never dreamed about it, imagined it when you had too much time for yourself.

The stinging pain sends tingles through your core, causing wetness to pool in your panties with every slap that makes your ass jiggle for Jisung's eyes only. You're so unhinged at this point, enjoying the way he's trying to punish you even though you love it so much, that you let out a moan at his next harsh slap.

"You're so pathetic," Jisung mutters, spreading your cheeks apart to be able to see the dark, wet stain on your panties, "you're dripping just because I spanked you."

You suppress a giggle, wiggling your ass a little and lifting your hips. Jisung gets the hint and pulls your panties off of you. One of his long fingers collects the wetness that had seeped out, spreading it further over your folds. You press back against him, but he does not grant you the wish of finally being touched properly.

"You want my fingers?"

"Yes, please."

"Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel good."

"What?"

Jisung smacks your ass again, much harder this time, the pain causing tears to pool in your eyes as a small scream escapes your throat. The next second, your hair is being pulled again, causing your upper body to lift into the air, and Jisung leans over so he can look at your face.

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, I'll make you." And with that, he pushes two of his fingers into you, setting a rapid pace from the start. He knows your body well enough to know what makes you scream, so he does just that, fingertips brushing over your sweet spot over and over again with such precision that your eyelids flutter shut.

Due to your position, you can't moan properly, only choked sounds coming out of your mouth and you can't even stop them. Jisung knows exactly what he's doing, touching you everywhere you need him at once, pushing you close to your high in no time.

"Fuck, you're clenching so much around my fingers, are you that close already? I'd be humiliated if I were you, putting up such an act only to fall apart on my fucking fingers that quickly."

You whine, his degrading words getting to you and you can almost taste your orgasm. You try to keep your sounds in, afraid that if he knows you're going to cum, he'd deny you your orgasm. Much to your surprise, he lets you, walls clenching repeatedly around his digits as you make a mess on his light jeans.

With shaky thighs, you try to catch your breath, and Jisung lets go of your hair, making you fall forwards. "I'm not done with you."

He picks you up, laying you down on the mattress on your back with your head towards him. You look up at him as he towers over you, hands making quick work to open his pants and get his dick out. "Open."

You comply, opening your mouth and letting your head rest on the edge of the bed, and Jisung teases his tip against your tongue before slowly thrusting in. You gag once he reaches the back of your throat, but make no moves to stop him. You love it when he uses your body like this. Once Jisung's made sure you can take it, he sets a medium pace of fucking into your mouth.

His fingers find your hole quickly, thrusting his fingers back inside as the pad of his palm massages your clit simultaneously. You moan against his dick, sending vibrations through it that make Jisung groan out as well.

Jisung speeds up his movements, his fingers touching you as deliciously as before, but this time, the way his cock keeps choking you only adds to the pleasure your feeling. It's messy, but your hips buck violently as you scream out around him, another orgasm taking over you.

Though he hopes you don't hear it, Jisung curses above you. He absolutely loves the way you look when you cum for him.

A harsh slap is delivered to your clit as soon as Jisung's pulled out of your mouth, and you whine at the pain and overstimulation, pressing your thighs together.

"Hm? Do you think Haechan could make you feel like this? Make you cum so fast with just his fingers?" Jisung walks around the bed, yanking your body so you lay perfectly in the middle of the mattress. You're already a little hazy from cumming twice in such a short time, but Jisung does not seem to have mercy on you.

Within seconds, he appears on top of you, tip instantly brushing over your folds. The overstimulation causes you to whine out as his grazes your clit with it, and Jisung smirks. Though, you love it, pushing your hips closer to him to finally feel him inside you.

"You want my dick, baby?"

You whine again, nodding your head. Jisung reaches out to brush a few hairs out of your face, the gentle action a stark contrast to his roughness. "I'll give it to you, but you have to promise me something."

"Anything," you breathe out, eyebrows scrunched in anticipation. You're so turned on right now, your own cum coating the insides of your thighs already.

"Moan my name."

You groan out at his words, at his possessiveness, nodding your head again. Jisung seems satisfied with your response, rubbing his tip over the whole length of your slit again before slowly pushing in. Your eyes roll back as he fills you with his girth and you have to grab onto the sheets underneath you to ground yourself, the feeling overwhelming.

Jisung finally bottoms out, then sets a rough pace pounding into you. The moans just spill out of you, you don't have it in you to hold anything back at this point, mind too hazy and too focus on the feeling of Jisung dragging along your walls to care about the level of volume of your sounds.

"Jisung," you groan as he keeps hitting into your sweet spot, hands flying up to grab onto his arms, and your hips come up to meet his thrusts.

"Louder."

"Jisung!"

"Louder."

You practically scream out his name at this point, going crossed-eyed as Jisung grabs onto your hips to pull you onto his dick over and over again. You feel yourself crumble in his hands, so close all over again that your thighs begin to shake, the muscles around your stomach clenching repeatedly.

"Who do you belong to? Who's slut are you?"

"Yours."

"Say it."

"I'm your slut, Jisung," you cry out as you cum for the third time, tears spilling out of your eyes at the intense feeling of pleasure. The orgasm is so mind-blowing that your sight goes black for a second, and you can feel your face tingle from the lack of blood.

You're so far gone that you don't even realize Jisung pulling out of you just seconds later, jerking himself to finish over your stomach. Once you've relatively come back to your senses, you look up at him. You imagine what you must look like, hair tousled and spread out over the sheets underneath you, cheeks blushed and eyelids heavy over your glossy eyes.

"Are you okay?" Jisung strokes over your cheek before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. There's a hint of worry in his eyes as he scans over your body. He's always so cute like this, checking up on you after screwing your brains out.

"I love you," you sigh, smiling weakly. Jisung returns the smile, then kisses your lips. You gaze into each other's eyes, gently stroking each others bodies and making out, then you feel Jisung's hardness against your entrance again.

"Let me make love to you now," he whispers, completely ignoring the way his cum sticks between both of your stomachs. You nod and sigh as he pushes into you all over again.

A loud knock on the door startles you.

"I get it, Jisung, I'm sorry, I'll never talk to your girlfriend again, just please, keep it down this time, I'm trying to take a nap," Donghyuck's voice sounds from outside, making you and Jisung giggle into each other's mouths.

#nct #nct jisung #park jisung #park jisung smut #jisung smut #nct smut #dom!jisung #jisung x reader #fem reader #nct dream smut #nct dream

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avastyetwats · 1 year ago

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Silence.

That wasn't a good thing. Not right now, anyway. Yet, it was understandable Izzy was silent after being asked such a life changing question, one Stede hadn't even planned on asking. At least not right at this moment. Had he eventually? Sure. He wanted everything with Israel. There was no doubt in his mind about that. He wanted to wake up with him every single morning, he wanted to go to bed with him every single night, and spend every second in between with him. Since their first night together, they'd been inseparable and still, do this day, they were. They hated being away from each other for more than a mere couple of hours, they've almost lost one another to their enemies, and they've taken care of each other when sick or injured. The crew knew of their love and how powerful it was. Heck, at this point, every pirate likely knew of the relationship between Stede Bonnet and Israel Hands.

And admittedly, sometimes it felt like they were already married. They were partners in every way. They took care of each other, made decisions together, fought side by side, bickered and bantered, lived in the same bedroom, shared profits -- and though Stede had been married before, he was marrying for an entirely different reason this time. Not because he was forced into it, not for convenience, and not to secure a better future - though with Izzy, he already had a better future - but he was marrying for the one reason Stede Bonnet always wanted to: for love. Because he was deeply and irrevocably in love with Israel, because he didn't want to spend his days without him, because he's at his happiest with him, because he feels safe, because he belongs with him. Because he's his home. So even though he hadn't at all planned this proposal, he didn't regret those words.

But with Izzy's silence he did begin to worry. Was it too soon? Was it too much? Or perhaps not enough? He didn't even have a ring after all and this wasn't exactly the most extravagant proposal like Izzy deserved, but it was out of love. It was romantic. But maybe... maybe Izzy hadn't thought about marriage, or even wanted it... of course they've had the conversation before how they wanted to spend their life with each other, but it never really included the word marriage. Should he take it back? Oh, gods, he should, shouldn't he? He--

"You want to marry me?"

He sounded... happy. Surprised even, and when that smile appeared on his face Stede felt relieved. "Yes." There was no regret or doubt in his voice, only conviction. "I meant it every time when I said I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Israel. I want everything with you, but I... I know we hadn't really discussed this, so if it's too much, if it's too soon, I--"

“ Of course I’ll marry you, Stede Bonnet.. “

His face lights up, far brighter than the glowing moon above them and his eyes shine with tears. His heart flutters and soars high, joining the stars in the night sky, and he can't help but straddle his lover in that moment, cupping his face and kissing him... again... and again... and again. He said yes! Israel wants to marry him. He kisses him again through his beautiful laughter and he laughs with him, tears falling from his eyes and joining their kiss. "I love you. Gods, I love you so much." He breathes against his lips, kissing him with such fervor as he holds his face. "Say it again, Izzy. Please." He begs, still kissing him in between his words. He can't stop. He'll never stop. He doesn't have to stop. "Say you'll marry me. Say you'll always be mine and I'll always be yours."

Well wasn’t that terribly interesting? Bonnet just confessed that the night he sang was when he started feeling things for him. Izzy had so many questions now that his head was spinning. He knew that after he killed Ned Low, that he and Ed had gone and had their first time. Was he thinking about him then? Was he really wanting to whisk Izzy away instead? After all even by that point the pair seemed to be spending more time together in total. .. and Izzy certainly wouldn’t have told him their first night was a mistake. Calypso, when he heard that happened Izzy wanted to kill Ed. It was such a cruel thing to say and way to act.

As his mind was spinning he suddenly heard those words. He’d been pulled into a kiss and then simply heard.. Marry me, Israel. He might have seemed hesitant to react at first, his mind still thinking about the thousand questions he wanted to ask. Stede certainly threw him off guard. He certainly hadn’t expected such a sudden proposal such as this. Had he planned that for this date? Certainly not, the way he said it was so off the cuff.

Fuck Izzy, say something. You’ve been quiet for minutes from the shock. Eyes lowered nervously as his face flushed bright red. Now it hit him. His blonde idiot had just proposed to him, a thought Izzy didn’t think would come in his long life. “ .. you want to marry me? “ He questions, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard that right. Suddenly he’s now cupping Stede’s face as well, a smile starting to spread over gruff features as the thought only sunk in more. Someone truly did love him that much to want to be his partner and it made him feel something entirely new. He couldn’t describe it if he was made to, but it must have been what angelic and immortal beings felt like with happiness; unstoppable.

“ Of course I’ll marry you, Stede Bonnet.. “ Finally an answer! A shy little answer, but an answer! The smile grew, he laughed for no reason whatsoever except because there was so much joy swelling in his chest it simply spilled from his mouth. “ Oh I want nothing else of this dark and dreary world but to be by your side where it is light.. “

#c; stede bonnet #izzyeffinhands #MY HEART AHHH #i wanna cry for them they deserve this

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years ago

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Forever Composed of Nows

Summary: Spencer continues a tradition and asks an important question.

Word Count: 2.6K

CW: Kissing, marriage

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader )

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Forever Composed of Nows

Spencer runs his fingers along the spines of the books, searching for the perfect book. His eyes race past the titles; non-fiction, fiction, romance, horror, self-help, and sci-fi collect on the walls. Hundreds of titles stick out in his mind, yet none of them are perfect enough for him to bring home. He knows that he’s being picky, but he also knows that he has to be picky. It’s become a ritual of sorts, each time that Spencer goes away, he comes home with a book for Y/N. He’ll fill the pages with the ideas that float around in his head as he reads on the plane. Between the lines of pages, Spencer can be as brave and as brazen as he always desires to be.

“Come on, Reid,” Derek says, getting annoyed at Spencer’s excursion to the used bookstore, “I really can’t believe that I let you drag me out of a club to go book shopping,” he says, leaning against the shelves of biographies.

“Almost done, Morgan,” Spencer answers, not really paying attention to Derek. The books, all different sizes and conditions, line the walls with their histories and stories. The last book he brought home was Age of Innocence, which, he’ll admit, wasn’t the best book to make sweet notes in the margins, “I just need to find the perfect book,” he mumbles.

“I don’t know why you do this every time. Shouldn't you like to be able to just memorize the book?” Derek asks, flipping through a battered copy of Breakfast of Champions, “This is a good one,” he suggests, tossing the book Spencer’s way. Spencer clumsily attempts to catch the book, but it falls to the ground with a flop.

“I was thinking something a little more, uh, romantic than Vonnegut, Derek, but thanks,” Spencer says, replying with a straight faced smile as he turns around to look for his book. But before he can even turn around, Spencer feels Derek’s hand on his shoulder.

“Romantic?” he asks, a stunned expression on his face. Perpetually the “baby” of the team, Spencer has grown frustrated at the team’s constant teasing about his lack of romantic partners. Which was part of the reason he decided that he didn’t want his co-workers knowing about his relationship. The other part just wanted to have his personal life and work separated. He’s seen what it did to Hotch and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to Y/N.

“Yeah, uh,” Spencer says, trying to sound nonchalant, “I have a girlfriend,” he confesses, the term still feeling strange on his lips even though loving Y/N is the most natural thing in the world, “Her name’s Y/N and each time we go on a case, I get her a book,” Spencer explains, feeling his face burn as he speaks so fondly of his person.

“That’s very sweet, Reid,” Derek says softly, smirking at the unsure look Spencer gives him, “come on, dude, you don’t think I can be romantic,” he scoffs, “you have a lot to learn, Pretty Boy,”

“I have to say, I think I’m doing very well for myself,” Spencer answers cockily, drawing his attention back to the stacks of books, “Y/N thinks so at least,” he says, more to himself than to Derek.

“When can we meet her?” Derek asks, “I mean the way you’re talking and this whole book thing, it doesn’t seem like a hookup or anything that’s going to end anytime soon. Don’t you think it’s time that I meet someone who’s got you unable to find a book?” he teases, “I got to make sure she’s good enough for my baby brother,” he says, putting a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder.

“How’s tomorrow,” Spencer asks, tucking a book under his arm as he and Derek walk towards the counter to pay, “and I’ll set it to you straight, she’s perfect for me,”

***

Each time he pulls into her driveway, he’s more and more grateful that he made it home to her in one piece. It also has the reverse effect, each time he pulls out of her driveaway, Spencer is even more terrified that he won’t make it home to her in one piece. He knows that she can say one word and he’ll leave this world behind forever if it means that he’ll get to spend it by her side in one piece.

He shuts off the engine, sitting in the car quietly, focusing on his breathing. No matter how many times he comes home, it doesn’t get any easier to stop himself from practically running to the door. Spencer, shoving his satchel over his shoulder, slams his car door. He bounces up the steps to Y/N’s small house, despite not sleeping for days he has the energy of an Olympian. Before he can even unlock the door with his key, the wind is knocked out of him.

Spencer closes his eyes, nestling his head into Y/N’s neck. His arms are tightly around her upper body, but he’s not able to get close enough to her. Their hearts beat so fast and so hard it’s impossible to tell whose is whose. But that doesn’t matter, because as far as Spencer’s concerned only one is beating. His heart, afterall, belongs to Y/N. He separates from her, despite every fiber in his body yelling at him to keep holding her close to his chest. It’s really an involuntary movement for him when his hands go to her face, cupping her cheek in his palms.

“Spencer,” Y/N says, and in that one word she says everything, “I missed you,” she says quietly, twisting to kiss his palm.

They stand there in the doorway, his hand on her cheek and her lips on his palm. He forgets the deep fears that take hold him, fears of never doing this again, fears of becoming a stranger to the only person he’s sure knows every part of him.

“Did you?” He says, walking forward and dropping his hand from her cheek. Like an impressive dance move, his arms wrap around her waist. Y/N shuts the door behind him, pressing him up against the door before he can even realize it, “because I don’t think you really did,” he teases. Spencer smiles cheekily, when the hallway light darkens on her face. It’s eclipsed as Y/N’s face nears his.

He’s laughing too much for the kiss to be perfect, but that’s okay. If everything goes right tonight is just one night of the ‘nows’ that adds up to forever. Y/N nearly misses his face, but saves herself by firmly grabbing Spencer’s collar. Their noses bump against each other clumsily in an uncoordinated dance in which only they know the choreography. Each time he breathes out, Y/N giggles. Her breath against his cheek doesn’t just tickle, it electrifies him. He’s shaking with anticipation, and doesn’t complain when she finally breaches the gap between them.

In Spencer’s mind, kissing is a science. It’s a chain reaction that produces chemicals in the brain. He’s willing to be a test subject for the effects of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin on the brain, but he knows that the true test is what it does to the heart. No matter who many times they’ve carried out this little experiment, Spencer still finds himself shy and nervous. Sweaty palms and chattery teeth are akin to dirty beakers and finicky flames. She must realize that he’s grown shy because Spencer feels her hand tug the back of his head, pulling him into her.

“See,” she says, with him still firmly backed up against the door, “I did miss you,” Y/N beams, panting Spencer on the cheek suggestively.

“I really missed you,” Spencer says, following her into the living room, “So much,” he mumbles, tugging off his sneakers and tossing them before he plops down on the floor. His back rests against the front of the couch and he leans his head back to rest it in Y/N’s lap. She sits behind, running her hands through her hair, silently knowing that he can’t just yet talk about the case. But it’s more than enough, she’s more than enough, and she makes him feel like more than enough a thousand times over.

Spencer, realizing that he left his bag in the hallway, attempts to stand up, but is pushed down by a stubborn Y/N, who hardly lets him lift a finger the night he gets home from long cases.

“Sit back down, what do you need?” She asks, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning over his shoulder, “I’ll grab it, Spence,”

“My satchel,” he answers, “and don’t look in the bag because I have something in there for you,” he remembers her, even though she probably knows by now that he’ll have a book for her. Passing him, Y/N ruffles through his hair and Spencer can’t help but smile. He catches his reflection in the mirror. It’s always interested him, the word reflection, he looks at himself smiling, happy, loved. His reflection reflects what he feels, loved and happy and so content that it hurts his heart and cheeks to keep smiling.

Y/N comes back, but this time she sits down next to him on the floor. With the bag between them, Spencer reaches out with a glimmer in his eye. He’s grown to love this little ritual between the two of them. It’s made the constant distance and traveling easier on both of them.

“Ready?” Spencer asks, failing to wiggle his eyebrows, but succeeding with a self-satisfied smirk that still makes Y/N leave over and kiss him, “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, brushing his lips against hers as he speaks.

“You’re something else, baby,” Y/N says, nodding for him to continue. He hands her the book, this time a battered copy of famous sonnets. The front cover is a peaceful looking field with bushes and flowers that lazily grow and grow. She runs her fingers over the cover, looking up at Spencer.

“Read to me?” she asks, a whisper above the hum of her refrigerator, “please, I miss your voice so much when you’re gone, Spence. I wish I could just bottle it up like perfume and have you with me all the time,” she says, not waiting for him to answer. She pushes the book of collected poems into his hands and situates herself so her back rests against his chest.

Sitting on the floor with his long legs extended out, Spencer kisses the back of her head. He opens the page to the particular poem he wrote all over on the plane ride home. Just as Y/N knows him better than anyone else in the world, he knows her better. He doesn’t have to be a profiler to know that though, he just has to love her.

Kissing her shoulder, Spencer starts to read:

Forever — is composed of Nows —

‘Tis not a different time —

Except for Infiniteness —

And Latitude of Home —

From this — experienced Here —

Remove the Dates — to These —

Let Months dissolve in further Months —

And Years — exhale in Years —

Without Debate — or Pause —

Or Celebrated Days —

No different Our Years would be

From Anno Domini’s —

He can smell her hair as he reads and recognizes himself in scent. Spencer remembers Y/N asking what kind of shampoo he uses. She says that she likes it, but maybe she likes it because it reminds her of him. Their hands touch as he holds the book open and her legs rest against his. He’s so aware of her body against his, not in a desirable way, but in a way that makes him think she was made to sit here against his chest.

“So, tell me what you thought,” Y/N says, turning her head against Spencer’s chest, “this is always my favorite part, Spence,” she says as she wraps her arms around his waist tightly. The pressure comforts him, grounding him as he starts to talk.

“Is it cheesy to say all I could think of is you, Y/N,” Spencer says, mumbling into her hair, “All these small moments I get with you, mornings where you sneak out of bed to make coffee, kisses before I leave for cases, right now,” Spencer say, rubbing his hands up and down Y/N’s arm, “all these ‘nows’ they add up to forever, our forever,”

“Forever with you will never be enough,” she says, her voice muffled as she talks into his chest. Spencer lays the book down on the floor by their knees. Soon it will find a home among the others, a soundtrack to their shared life and filled with the memories they haven’t yet made, “but it will have to do,” she tells him, meeting his eyes in warm, yellow light.

“There’s another poem in here,” Spencer says, chasing the sliver of bravery that he feels, “in the book, I mean,” he clarifies, grabbing the book and placing it in her lap. Spencer flips to the very last page of the book, his sloppy scrawl is hardly legible, but it doesn’t matter because he has every word memorized.

She knows, because of course she does.

“Spence,”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Y/N. I love you so much and it shocks me- it’s overwhelming how much you love me. I always thought that I was too much. Too much for my mom to handle, too much to have friends, too much for my team. But you,” Spencer says, stuttering on the words he had ingrained in his mind, “with you, you’ve changed me,”

He’s crying now, but he knew that there was no way that he’d make it through asking her this without crying. Y/N turns around so she’s on her knees holding Spencer’s tear stained face in her hands. Tenderly she wipes away the tears that stream down his face. Her eyes search his face, looking at him so intensely that Spencer blushes.

“You’ve changed me,” he repeats, “You make me feel like I’m worthy—”

“I love you, Spencer, but you can’t put my favorite person down like that. Not when you’re asking me the only question I’ve ever needed to hear,” she says, “So ask me, ask me again, but don’t say anything bad about the man I’m going to marry,”

“Will you spend forever with me, Y/N?” he asks, grabbing her hand with his shaking one. He takes out the little velvet box, revealing a ring, one that’s been in his pocket for 683 days. Spencer’s shaking so much that Y/N has to steady him to put the ring on her finger.

She rests her head under his chin and their extended legs touch. He twists around her, sitting up on his elbows, to kiss her. Their kisses are hardly ever perfect. Usually it’s too much time spent apart to contain themselves. But this time, Spencer kisses her without hesitation. Every single fiber in his body moves as one as his right hand rests on her cheek and his left hand on her waist.

He catches himself in the reflection from the fireplace. Their bodies are distorted in the golden mirror, but in Spencer’s eyes they look perfect. Y/N sighs contently, grabbing his hand with her hand that wears the ring. It twinkles in the reflection.

“Till forever falls apart,” Y/N says, holding his hand steady, “and then some,”

Spencer doesn’t need a mirror to recognize his reflection and to know that he’ll watch these hundreds of imperfect nows add up to a perfect forever. In her arms, they’re painted golden, glimmering forever and then some.

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sequinsmile-x · 3 years ago

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Trust

In which Aaron and Emily are trying to buy a house, and he says some things he shouldn't when she offers to use her trust fund.

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Special shout out to @hancydrewfan who challenged me to write something where Aaron wasn't a perfect partner, and to @ssa-sparks who always gives me ideas to make these things worse. Love you both!

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Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, nothing detailed

Words: 3.2k

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“This is so stressful.”

Emily hears Aaron chuckle from where he was sitting next to her, but she doesn’t lift her head from where she has her forehead pressed into the wood of the dining table. There were local papers sprawled across the table, their laptops out too. She’d looked at more housing listings in the last few weeks than she thought was possible, but nothing was clicking, nothing feeling like the right fit for their family.

She feels Aaron’s hand cup the back of her neck, his fingers against her skin encouraging her to turn her head so she’s looking at him. She smiles sleepily at him, unable to stop herself when he looks at her adoringly.

“Want to take a break?” He asks softly, still stroking at the skin on the back of her neck.

“No,” She groans and lifts her head, his hand slipping to rest between her shoulder blades, “We just need to get on with it,” she sighs, smiling gratefully at him, “or Peanut will be graduating high school and we’ll still be sat here looking at houses.”

Aaron laughs at her he leans in to kiss her temple, “Are you feeling ok?”

She hums in response, one of her hands pressing into her still flat abdomen, “Well, your kid is draining the life out of me, but I don’t feel nauseous right now so I’ll take it as a win,” she wipes at her eyes before she looks back at the computer screen in front of her, “someone should warn people against buying a house, planning a wedding and having a kid all at the same time.”

“I’m sure Dave said something about it being a bad idea.”

“Ok, first of all,” she says, looking back at him, “If you think I listen to anything Dave Rossi says, you really don’t know me, and secondly, I didn’t think you’d get me pregnant immediately,” she quips, smiling at him so he knew that she was joking before she looks back at her computer screen, “I thought we’d at least have the wedding out of the way.”

“Three weeks to go.”

They’d decided to start trying for a baby in the lead-up to the wedding. Emily was convinced that due to her age and medical history it would take a little while to get pregnant, if it happened at all. She was so shocked when the test came up positive she immediately took two more. She was excited, thrilled that she was finally going to have the family she had always wanted but thought wasn’t on the cards for her. In a perfect world, the timings would have been different, but she wasn’t about to complain.

However, she was planning on giving Aaron some shit for the fact she wouldn’t be able to drink champagne on her own wedding day, but it was probably for the best anyway. Her mother had always said there was nothing worse than a drunk bride.

Emily wondered what she’d make of a pregnant one.

“Why don’t we do another half hour, and then I’ll make us a snack?” He offers and she nods in response, most of her focus on the listing she was looking at online.

The house was beautiful. It was a colonial style, with a porch that she immediately fell in love with. Images of a bench swing they could build together and then sit there with the kids floods her brain. The interior was gorgeous too. All hardwood floors and big, airy rooms. The white walls and the natural light making it seem huge. 5 bedrooms, more than enough for a bedroom for them, Jack and a nursery.

It was perfect, the very kind of home she’d always imagined as a kid, shifting from apartments to lavish hotel suites across the world.

“Oh this one is perfect,” she says, turning her screen so she can show him. She watches his reaction, how he immediately smiles, but then it drops off, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Em, look at the price, it’s twice as much as we’re looking for.”

She looks back at the screen and groans. “Sorry, I thought I’d put the filter on,” she looks at him sheepishly, “baby brain.”

“You’re going to blame the baby for everything, huh?”

She smiles at him. “Absolutely.”

They carry on looking, but she can’t stop herself from going back to the page with the house she’d immediately fallen in love with. Continually coming back to the tab in question. She closes her eyes and she can see them there.

“You know,” she says, clearing her throat, “we could actually afford it.”

He looks up from the paper he’s going through, his eyebrows creased. “Afford what?”

“The colonial in Arlington.”

He sighs, setting the paper down. “Em, I know you like it but there will be something else. We can’t make that much of an adjustment to our finances.”

She blows out a breath and mentions the very thing she’d been thinking since they started this hunt for a house. The literal millions of dollars she’d had access to from the moment she turned 21, so much money in her trust fund that she would never be able to spend it all. She could use it to buy them a home. To invest the money that had come from her mother’s job, the thing that sometimes felt like it had stolen her past from her, in her future.

“Aaron,” she says carefully, “I have the money. It’s just sat there in my trust fund. We might as well use it.”

“Absolutely not.” His face hardens and it takes her by surprise, his instant refusal of it causing a pang in her chest, and she wonders if he’d been thinking about the money too.

“Why? I don’t see what the problem is.” She turns to look at him properly, his hand slipping off her back as she does so. His jaw was tightly clenched, his brows knitting together in something that looked like frustration. “I can do this for us.”

“It’s too expensive.”

She scoffs, shaking her head. “But it isn’t. We can afford it.”

“No, you can afford it.”

She frowns at him, biting at the inside of her cheek in an attempt to school her features, to hold back the anger she felt building in her chest. The pregnancy hormones she usually refused to acknowledge the existence of threatening to take hold.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks, grateful that she’s managed to keep her voice even. “We’re getting married, we’re buying a house together. We’re having a baby, ” She chuckles humourlessly, in an attempt to make things lighthearted like they had been only moments ago, unsure why this conversation had taken this direction. “What is it people say? What’s mine is yours.”

“This is different.” He grits out, and she can’t figure out what's wrong, why he is so against the idea of it without them even talking about it.

They usually spoke about everything.

“How is it different?”

“Because you can’t just buy a house and expect me to be ok with that.” He half shouts, closing his eyes and breathing out in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Why not?” She asks, her own anger making her stomach churn. “It’s a nice house Aaron, really nice. I can see us spending the rest of our lives there.”

“We’ll find somewhere else.” He says like it’s final, like the conversation was over, and any chance she had of staying calm is extinguished.

“But it’s-”

“Those of us who actually had to earn their money have to manage their expectations, Emily. I’m sure you can do that this once.”

“Aaron.” She exclaims, unable to hide her hurt this time, his words feeling like a physical blow.

She never flaunted her money, and was careful with it. She had only told Aaron just how much she had once they were together. She remembers how he had to sit down after she told him, worried at first it would change how he looked at her like it so often did. But he’d never said anything about it again, never used it against her.

Until now.

“I’m sorry Emily, but no. I won’t let you just buy a house.”

“You won’t let me?”

“I’ve got to think about my son, our security. What if something happens to us? What if we get a divorce? Where does that leave me and Jack?”

She sees the moment he realises what he’s said, how he freezes, his body tensing as he closes his eyes and blows out a breath, an apology on the tip of his tongue.

“Em-”

“Is that really what you think?” She asks, standing up from the chair she was in, putting some distance between them. “That I’d…what? Throw you two out and keep our kid?” She bites out through her clenched teeth, pointing at her abdomen, aware Jack was asleep in his room, not wanting to wake him up to the sound of them arguing.

“Of course not, sweetheart.” He stands up too and reaches out for her but she takes a step back, her fingers automatically reaching for her engagement ring, twisting it around her finger, a habit that had replaced picking at her thumbnails.

“Then why did you say it?” She implores, staring at him, waiting for an answer she would deem reasonable, but he keeps on looking at her, no words coming out of his mouth. She chuckles dryly and shakes her head. “You know what, I’m not hungry.” She says, wiping at a stray tear from her cheek, “I’m going to go lie down. I’m going to sleep in the spare room.”

She’s already walking towards the bedrooms, she hears him following her, and she shrugs his hand off of her shoulder as he reaches out for her.

“Em-”

“I’ll see you in the morning, Aaron.” She says without turning around, purposely closing the door a little louder than necessary.

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She purposely takes longer than she needs to in the bath when they get home the following evening. She wasn’t hungry, the ever-present nausea mixing with the churn she felt in her stomach whenever they argued. Aaron had tried to make her eat something when they got home, both of them having stayed in the office longer than usual, but she ignored him, walking to their bathroom instead and locking the door behind herself.

By the time she's done, and she’s changed into her pyjamas, she knows she can’t put it off anymore. She blows out a steady breath as she looks at herself in the mirror, her hair piled on top of her head in a loose bun, her pyjama shirt hanging off her shoulder.

She walks out to the living room and sees he’s already sitting on the couch. He’s taken his jacket and tie off, and has rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He’s sitting with his forearms pressed against his legs, leaning forward as he’s deep in thought.

“Drink?” She asks, getting his attention, and his answer as he looks up at her is a shake of his head and a grateful smile. She sighs and walks over to the couch, placing a glass of water on the table, her arms wrapped around herself as settles down. “Was Jack ok when you spoke to him?”

“Yes,” he answers, smiling his thanks as she hands him one of the glasses, their fingers grazing each other, “Jess said she’d take him to school in the morning.”

She hears what he hasn’t said, that they have as long as they need to talk through it all. However long it took to fix the cracks he had created.

“I am so sorry, Emily.”

She laughs wryly as she nods at him, turning so their knees were touching slightly, more distance between them than there would usually be.

“I know you are, Aaron.” She says carefully, clearing her throat when she hears the rasp in it, not wanting to get upset over what he had said again. “You were sorry the second you said it.” She takes another sip of her drink and places the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less.” She pauses, unsure what to say, anger at him that was foreign, tasted bitter, growing in her chest. “I’ve worked hard to get where I am, to get out from under my mother’s shadow, to be anything other than the ambassador’s daughter. I guess I never realised it was a problem for you.”

She didn’t live extravagantly, didn’t spend her money like Dave spent his, never wanting to draw any specific attention to it.

“It isn’t a problem, sweetheart. I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Which part? When you said I’ve had everything handed to me on a plate, or when you implied I’d throw you and Jack out of our home if something went wrong.”

“I didn’t mean any of it, Em.”

“Then why did you say it?” She says fiercely, the closest she had come to shouting at him since the night before, her frustration with the situation overtaking her. “Do you have any idea how it feels to have the person you love say something like that to you? To think so little of you that they think you’d treat their kid any different to your own.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I just…I didn’t know you thought of it, of me like that. I love Jack, you know that. Us having our own kid isn’t going to change that.” She unconsciously presses her hand into her belly.

“I know love, and I don’t think that of you. I was frustrated, I said the wrong thing. There is no excuse for it and I am sorry I said it. That I upset you.”

“What is the problem then Aaron? Is this some kind of Alpha Male bullshit? You feel like it’s you who has to provide for us?” She asks, her eyebrow raised at him. She shakes her head, her chuckle catching on a sob. “That you’ve got to have an escape route.”

“Em,” he says, his voice soft, “I have to consider what would happen if we did break up, being a blended family complicates things.”

She stares at him for a second before she sighs. “You really think about that?”

“I have to.” He says honestly. “I already have one divorce under my belt, and whilst I’m not aiming to compete with Dave for the most ex-wives in the BAU,” he quips, and she finds herself smiling despite the nature of their conversation, sees the relief on his face, “I have to be practical. I never thought Haley and I would break up, but it happened.”

“Aaron,” she reaches out for him, shifts closer for the first time since they had sat down, “I love you.”

“Em, it’s not about that, I love you too, but-”

“No,” she cuts him off, reaches over and cups his chin and makes him look at her, their eyes meeting before she continues, “what I mean is I love you, and if something was to happen, if we didn’t make it for whatever reason,” the very idea of it makes her breath catch in her lungs, something close to grief filling her chest, “I would still love you. You still love Haley, right? You still did after you got divorced” She asks, her thumb delicate at his jaw line, and she waits as he nods. “So it would be the same. I would never say our house wasn’t your home, no matter how much we, or I, spent on it.”

“Em-”

“I’ll sign something if you need me to,” she says, wiping the tear from her cheek that she’s grateful he doesn’t address, “if that’s what it would take for you to trust me.”

“God, no, Emily, I trust you,” he says, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, she turns her hand so their fingers link together, “I trust you more than anyone.” She flashes a smile at him and he returns it. “Why does this mean so much to you?” He asks, no accusation in his voice, just curiosity.

“I always planned to use the money to buy a house when I had a family,” she says, looking up at him, her lips set in a firm line, “it felt like the right thing to do. The money came from my mother's work, the very thing that meant I had nowhere to call home. So I wanted to use it to make sure that any children I might have had would never feel the same.” He reaches out and places his hand over hers and she lets him, linking their fingers together. “When I was in Paris,” she says, a humourless laugh escaping, “I kept thinking I should have just spent it,” she shakes her head at herself, “because everything else, the things I’d always thought I’d have eventually suddenly felt impossible.”

“Then you came back.” He says the first time he’d spoken since she’d started, and she nods.

“Then I came back.” She repeats back to him. “And you and Jack are my family now, and the baby, and I want to do this for us.”

“We’ll talk about it,” he says eventually, “work it out together, ok?”

She smiles at him and squeezes his hand again. “It’s going to take me a little bit to forgive you for what you said,” her smile trembles, “it really hurt.”

He purses his lips briefly before he nods. “That’s ok, take the time you need.”

“Thank you,” she replies and she leans in to hug him, feeling a sense of calm wash over her as she buries her face in his shoulder.

“Do you think it will be before the wedding?” He asks lightly, his tone showing he was joking as he rubs a hand up and down her back. “Last thing we need is another thing for your mother to complain about.”

She pulls back and raises an eyebrow at him. “Careful honey, you’re on thin ice.”

He presses his lips against hers, kissing her twice before he pulls back. “I’m going to get you something to eat.”

She grimaces as he pulls away, “I’m not hungry.”

“Even for ice cream?” He asks as he stands, smiling down at her. She tries to fight a smile but can’t, and rolls her eyes at him.

“I’m sure I could eat some.”

Aaron smiles at her and leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head before walking to the kitchen. Emily sighs as she leans her head back against the couch, blowing out a breath as she presses a hand into her belly.

“Don’t worry baby,” she says softly, “we’ll find a house before you get here.” She looks over at Aaron and can’t help but smile as she sees him in the open-plan kitchen, clearly cutting up some fruit into tiny pieces to hide in her ice cream, like she was a child who needed to be tricked into getting their nutrients.

They may not have found their house yet, but she had found her home.

-x-

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