Call It What You Want

sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter two; GOATED

content ; smau. profanity. ooc! characters. kuroo being called a predator AS A JOKE. reader & tanaka bonding over getting bad grades and being grounded often.

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Hello beautiful lady! smut for prompt “Does he fuck you like this? Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Please! Love you!

warning: steamy

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It was never your intention to hook up with a coworker. True, you fantasized about Johnny Tuturro nearly every night, but it was just that—a fantasy. You never thought you would ever sleep with someone you worked with.

And then you did. Insult to injury…

…it wasn’t Johnny.

Johnny was FBI, and you were DEA. As your years undercover started to stack up, you found yourself working with Johnny and some of the other agents in Graceland more and more. You and Johnny flirted—he was the resident flirt, after all—but you hadn’t so much as shook his hand. So when you got drunk one night with a fellow DEA agent and ended up having sex with him, you were shocked at yourself. It meant nothing, and you two started hooking up as a way to release tension after tough cases. The sex was average at best, mediocre at worst, and honestly, the thing that kept you coming back was the fact that he kind of looked like Johnny. His smile wasn’t nearly as breathtaking, and he didn’t have Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, but they had a similar build and similar coloring, so your DEA slam piece was a suitable substitute for the real thing.

You had just finished a case in South California, and you were exhausted. You washed your undercover persona off of you, letting the warm water cleanse you and strip away the layers and the lies until you were yourself again. When you got out of the shower, you noticed you had a message on your phone. You sighed when you saw who it was—your DEA “friend”. You’d just closed a pretty big case, and you knew news of it was circulating through the acronyms (FBI, DEA, ATF, etc.), but you’d earned a few days off, and you were going to take them. Which is why you were currently in a hotel room, looking forward to not having to deal with anybody—criminal or government agent—for at least 72 hours. So when you read his text asking if you “wanted company”, you just rolled your eyes and ignored it.

But then you got a knock on your door—and the only people who knew where you were worked with you—so you sighed and looked through the hole and—

—oh.

It was Johnny.

You opened the door, frowning as he walked in. “Tuturro, what are you doing here?”

He turned to you, a smirk on his handsome face. “Heard you just closed the case on those SoCal meth dealers,” he said as you tried (and failed) not to check him out, “so I thought I’d come and congratulate you.”

You smiled, putting your hands on your hips. “In person?”

“Mm hmm,” he answered, turning to look around the room, “since you’re in my neck of the woods…”

“Are you looking for something?”

He turned back to you. “Didn’t know if you had…company.”

The pause before he said “company” let you know exactly what kind of company he was referring to. You frowned. “Fuck. How’d you hear about that?”

“Paige,” he shrugged, “but to be fair, I begged her to tell me. Actually had to take over her chores for three weeks to get her to talk—”

“—wait, you asked Paige who I was sleeping with? Why?” Your heart was twisting in your chest. What if he had been interested in you too, and now he thought you were a slut? What if he talked to the DEA slam piece and just thought you were an easy lay? Was that what he was here for? And if it was, would you still go for him? You wanted Johnny bad, but you knew him well enough to know that the attraction was more than just physical. You liked him. He was smart and funny and courageous and kind… He was everything you wanted, but what if he only wanted one thing from you?

And what if you gave it to him? What then?

“Nah, nah, I asked her if you were seeing anyone, and then she told me about Derek…” Johnny waited for you to interject, but you didn’t. You bit your lip; what exactly could she have told him? You were afraid to ask. “…And I don’t wanna get in the way of anybody, or you and him, but I also really, really wanted to see you,” he was rambling now, and you could feel a smile spreading on your lips, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I know I missed the chance to shoot my shot, and I’m sure Derek is a cool dude or whatever but…” He stepped up to you, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and heart pounding. “…he ain’t me.”

You swallowed, and you could see nothing but determination in his dark eyes. “No,” you agreed, “he’s not.”

“Look, I don’t care if my being here pisses him off or whatever, or if he has an issue with me after this—if he does, he knows where to find me,” Johnny sighed, “but I do care about messing things up with you—I like being your friend, I do, but damn, Y/N… I want more.” He reached out, his hand cupping your face, warm and steady. “I want more.”

“I do too,” you confessed, outing your hand over his on your face, “Johnny, I… I’m crazy about you.”

He smiled, and even though it was dark outside, it was like watching the sun rise. Johnny Tuturro’s smile was incredibly beautiful, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Apparently, that was all that needed to be said, because Johnny leaned forward and kissed you, and it was easily the best kiss you’d ever had. You wrapped your arms around him, wanting him closer, and you tilted your head, inviting him to kiss you deeper.

“You sure,” he asked, still kissing you, “this is okay? I don’t want Derek—”

“—Derek isn’t my boyfriend or anything,” you said back, eyes closed as you kissed him, “he’s just a guy I sleep with sometimes.”

He chuckled, one hand going to the small of your back to keep you close to him, and the other going to your waist. “But that’s done now, yeah?”

You laughed back. “Yeah…” You bit your lip again, and Johnny groaned. “What?”

“You don’t know, huh?” He asked, looking down at you. “You don’t know how incredibly sexy you are when you do that. Fuck…”

You shivered; his voice was getting deeper and rougher as he spoke, and it was sexy as hell. Johnny’s hands fell to your hips as he kissed his way down to your neck, and you moaned lowly at the feel of his soft lips on your skin. “Johnny…” You sighed, your hands finding their way underneath his shirt, caressing his toned back. “Johnny…”

You could feel his smirk on your skin, and that turned you on even more. “Yeah, baby?”

“Johnny,” you were whining now, and he lifted his head up to see the pout on your face, “I want you.”

“Yeah,” he leaned down and kissed you again, “I want you too…” You took hold of his shirt and started to lead him to the bed. “I just want to be clear,” he said as he helped you out of your shirt, “I don’t wanna be the new Derek. I don’t want you just part time… I want you all the time, for real.”

You nodded, licking your lips as he took his shirt off. God, Johnny was just perfect. “I want the same thing.”

“Tomorrow,” he promised, kissing your neck again as those long fingers of his went to unhook your bra, “we’ll go on a real date…”

“Yeah,” you agreed, closing your eyes as his warm mouth fell down to your exposed breasts, “yeah, we—we’ll do the whole dinner and a movie thing.”

“Mm hmm,” he hummed, his tongue flicking against your nipple, “anything you want, baby…” Gently, he laid you down on the bed, and you sighed happily at the feel of his lean body on top of yours. You could kiss Johnny forever. “Fuck… I’ve wanted this for so long…”

You could feel his hardness against your thigh, and you scratched at his shoulders as he kissed and licked your breasts, his mouth soft and firm on your sensitive nipples. “Me too,” you sighed, “mm… Johnny…” You giggled. “You’re so much better than Derek.”

He looked up then, smirking at you. “Hell yeah I am.” You didn’t know it then, but Johnny was already itching to prove that to you, even though you’d already decided it was true. So when he slid your pants off and kissed his way, achingly slowly, down to your center, you were already nearly shivering with desire. But when he spread your legs for you and sank between them, his mouth working against you—you nearly floated off the bed.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you gasped out, hips jumping upwards, “oh fuck…” You reached out and put your hand on his head, gasping again at the sweet obscene sounds he was making as he ate you out. Johnny, to your great joy, was a very vocal lover. And his tongue was… beyond description. You came into his mouth, calling out his name as he chuckled against you.

“Look at you,” he said, kissing his way back up your body, leaving each and every inch feeling loved and adored, “you’re so beautiful…”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him down for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. You felt his hands go to your thigh, lifting it up, and you bit his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth as he groaned. He was right at your entrance, the tip of his dick sliding against you, gathering the wetness and making you squirm.

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded softly. You did. He was staring down at you with nothing but affection in those deep dark eyes. He smiled, and your heart flipped in your chest at how unbelievably beautiful he was. He caressed your face, two fingers softly running down your cheek. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

“Johnny,” you said back, your voice weak with desire, “please… I need you.”

He kissed you, and as he pulled back, he pushed inside of you.

And you were full of sunlight.

Johnny started out slow, giving you time to adjust to his (considerable) size, kissing and sucking at your neck as you moaned. You rolled your hips, and you felt him bite at the base of your throat, spurring you on. Johnny felt incredible, like he was made for you, and from the way he was moaning, and touching you and kissing you, he felt the same way about you. You brought your hands up to his face and moved his head so he could kiss you, and when you did, he started to fuck you harder, deeper. You bit his lip, and Johnny pushed all the way into you, making you gasp.

“Yes,” you sighed out, nails digging into his back, “yes, yes, yes!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back and pushing in again, “You like that, baby?”

“Yes!”

“You want more?”

“Yes! Please!” You clenched around him; you never begged, but Johnny brought that out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, just like that,” he groaned, his voice deep and rich in your ear, “Yeah, baby, take it just like that… Fuck…”

“Johnny,” you could feel your orgasm building up as he fucked you harder, “fuck—yes! Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Yeah?” He grinned down at you, watching you bite your lip as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Does he fuck you like this?” He growled out, and even the tone of his voice was adding to the coil of desire within you. “Yeah,” he went on when all you did was moan in response, “I didn’t think so.”

That got you—you came, calling his name, and Johnny groaned as you pulsated around him. He pulled out of you, and for a second, you thought he was done, but then he turned you over and started fucking you from behind. You dug your nails into the mattress, eyes closed and mouth open as you moaned and screamed his name. Johnny knew, already, exactly how you liked to be fucked, and he gave it to you with no hesitation. You glanced at the clock; you’d been fucking for about two hours now. By the time Johnny came, finishing on your back, you’d already come a total of four times, and your body was buzzing with arousal.

You and Johnny cuddled under the covers, nose to nose, smiling goofily at each other.

“So,” he asked, his hand rubbing hearts onto your lower back, “I know I promised you dinner, but how would you feel about breakfast?”

You smiled, closing your eyes. He leaned in and kissed you, and you melted against him. “Breakfast sounds good,” you said back, “but I was actually hoping the first thing I put in my mouth in the morning,” you opened your eyes to see him watching you, “would be you.”

Johnny grinned; the sun shining in his eyes. “Oh, baby…

..you ain’t gotta wait till the morning for that.”

You grinned back; clearly, you wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight—and you couldn’t be happier about that.

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FWB!Keegan who you slept with one night after getting drunk at a wedding

FWB!Keegan who had no problem with continuing the friendship and the sex

FWB!Keegan who always knew you better than anyone else and knows your sensitive spots now too.

FWB!Keegan who lets you bother him at any time of the day just for sex.

Oh, and it’s sex. No quickies, fucks, or cockwarming. Intimate sex.

FWB!Keegan who knows you so well know that he makes fun of you because you can never ride him for too long because you get tired

FWB!Keegan who bets you $100 if you can make him cum, but you have to ride him.

You who accepts the challenge because you’re sure you can do it and can prove him wrong, so you can get the money so you can buy yourself a sweet treat.

FWB!Keegan who says “y’got this?” with the biggest smirk as he lays back and guides himself into you. His voice is condescending and it makes you want to prove him wrong even more.

“mhm” you nod. “I’m getting that Benjamin” you say confidently and start moving. Rocking your hips against his and riding his thick cock.

“Careful, you’ll get tired” Keegan warns when you go faster, his hands are behind his head as he watches you. He knows your tells, your hips have already stuttered a few times and he knows there’s more to come.

“Will not” you huffed and bounced harder and faster in spite of him. Just to prove him wrong. He was so losing those $100.

“mhm…” he hummed, his hands resting on your waist now that you’ve laid on his chest. your head nuzzled on the slope of his neck. “how you doin baby?” Keegan says, rubbing your back. Your thighs are burning, so tired that you’ve resorted to small hums and whines instead of back talking and making jabs at Keegan.

“Tired” you whispered, panting softly as you take a break and let your legs rest. “i can tell,” he smiled to himself.

“need me to finish your job?” he asks, smirking at your hum and the gentle squeeze around his cock. He started moving, in and out, he starts slow trying to ease you back into your earlier pace.

“Y’did good, baby, so good” he whispers, kissing your head. Smiling as he feels you reach your climax and listens to your moans.

“my pretty girl…” he mumbles as he spills his load in you.

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A Series of Firsts

A Bad Batch S1 Prequel Oneshot: 'First Meet'

Gif by @imalovernotahater

Hunter x femaleJedi!reader

Summary: A mission to Devaron sees the Batch meet someone they didn't expect

Warnings: No use of (Y/N), canon-typical violence, awkward Hunter and reader, my limited battle strategy knowledge, minor lies/deceit

Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers

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Word Count: 3.3K

Rating: 18+ (a catch all for all my works)

Author's Note: I'm back! And I'm sorry it's not the work I promised but it helped a lot to just write something I had a clear vision for and this was going to be written at some point anyway! Hope you enjoy!

Devaron

Oh well, the capital city of Montellian Serat had made for a nice home for a while but this siege signalled it was time to move on. This was a part of the life you’d chosen; you couldn’t complain about it.

You had no interest in battles anymore and you couldn’t afford to risk getting involved. They seemed capable enough; you were sure they’d figure it out. The mere fact that the Republic hadn’t felt the need to send more than five troopers told you they had to have some skills when it came to dealing with the remaining handful of droids that had lingered on the planet.

Feeling content with your decision, you made to leave but stopped yourself as you heard the sound of clanking underneath you. You stayed completely still as the battalion of droids passed by bellow you.

“They sure won’t see this coming!”

“Yeah! They had no idea we were going to split our forces like this!”

“Clones… so stupid.”

You waited until it was all clear before you jumped down from the tree you’d been observing from and made a point of ignoring the sound of explosions and blaster fire. Just keep moving. You don’t need this. They don’t need this. Just put one foot in front of the other and keep going. You chanted internally as you worked on shutting out that niggling voice of morality that was insisting you stay and help them out.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to move. The smug and gleeful voices of the droids echoed in your head, and you knew what the right thing to do was. You heaved a sigh and tossed your head back in aggravation before you pulled your hood and mask up.

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“Do all your missions usually go this well?” Echo asked into the comm as he ran.

“Normally we would have run into some sort of complication by now, but it would seem today is a good day. The battle is not concluded yet, but I suspect it will be momentarily.” Tech replied sensibly.

“I could actually use a challenge; I’m really bored right now.” Crosshair complained from his post.

The celebrations over comms were a normal occurrence but Hunter couldn’t shake the feeling that they were missing something. He fired off a series of shots to take out a line of droids that were getting a little too close for comfort before he took cover behind a fallen tree.  

“Shouldn’t be much longer now!” Wrecker shouted as he joined him before tossing a grenade over his shoulder. “Tech and Echo are almost there!”

Before Hunter could reply, he felt the vibrations in the ground underfoot and suddenly he realised why this mission had been going a little bit too well. Tech had been right from the start; the battle droids wouldn’t have been able to hold their base with the numbers that met them when they arrived on the planet, but they’d all been too grateful for the fact that it seemed to be the foolish strategy the Separatists were running with to fully question it.

But now it was clear that they were only so low in number because they were circling around the perimeter to come up behind Hunter and Wrecker to catch them off guard.

And the group was scattered which posed a rather big problem.

He and Wrecker had been the main distraction and had been taking the brunt of the battle whilst Crosshair provided Tech and Echo with the cover fire that they needed to get closer and take care of the tactical droid.

Now he was realising that was exactly what the droids wanted.

“Umm, Sarge…” Wrecker said as he saw the rather large battalion of droids coming up behind them.

Hunter pressed his comm but before he could actually give the order for them to regroup, a lone figure emerging from the treeline distracted him and he had never been more grateful for his helmet. The shock he felt as he observed you would’ve been impossible to hide from his brother. He had no idea who you were or where you came from, but he’d never been more grateful for the assistance. He watched on as you took out a line of battle droids with such ease it almost made him think he was imagining it. Their attempts to shoot you down were futile as you avoided them without so much as breaking a sweat before taking them down. And this was all without a blaster- something he knew damn well required a different type of skill and you made it look effortless.

“Woah, who is that?” Wrecker gasped.

“Focus Wrecker,” Hunter cautioned, and he took his own advice, “Tech, Echo, Crosshair, check in.” He ordered sharply as he tore his gaze away from you. Whoever you were, you seemed more than capable of while they took care of the remaining stragglers ahead of them.

“The tactical droid is down. We are ready to get depart.” Tech replied.

“Yeah, well, we’re not!” Wrecker shouted.

“What went wrong?” Echo asked.

“Crosshair, you still want that challenge?” Hunter asked as he shot a droid approaching his right side.

“Oh yes.” Came the reply.

“Then hurry back to our position. The battle isn’t over yet.” Hunter signed off right as Wrecker took care of the last few of the original squadron of droids before they could now get to taking care of the remaining forces.

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“Who’s the newcomer?” Echo asked as he, Tech and Crosshair finally arrived to help.

“No idea but right now, we just need to focus on getting out of here.” Hunter instructed as he ducked under the arm of an incoming droid and used his dagger to stab it in the head.  

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Much to your shock, the group of you seemed to work rather well together. Sure, you had a little extra help in knowing where they were going to be and when but overall, you didn’t need to rely on that particular talent as much as you thought you would. It was evident they’d been fighting together for a long time, each of them playing to a strength that seemed specifically tailored to them and there was a certain lack of discipline and carefreeness to their strategy and style that you had to appreciate. All in all, the six of you made rather quick work of the remaining Separatist forces.

When the final dregs of droids were taken care off, you slid your vibroblade dagger back into the strap on your thigh and your self-made vibrosword back into its slip on your back. You would’ve preferred a quick, non-communicative exit but by the way their leader approached you, you had a feeling you weren’t quite going to get that.

“Appreciate the help.” Hunter said sincerely as he sheathed his own dagger and holstered his blaster and walked towards you with the rest of his brothers following in tow.

You merely nodded and awkwardly scuffed your feet and clicked your tongue before you said, “Alright, well, I’m gonna head out. You boys have fun. Good luck with the war and all that.” You swivelled on your heels, but you only made it a couple of paces before the incoming blaster fire you sensed made you stop or otherwise you might’ve lost a couple of toes. You turned around to see one member of the group pointing a sniper rifle in your direction. “Guess not.”

“Who are you?” Crosshair asked suspiciously.

“Who are you?” You countered instead, crossing your arms as you stared down the sharpshooter. You studied the black and red armour and the various skull insignias on each of their different designs. “You’re not regular clones. Your armour is too different, and your fighting styles and tactics are not exactly regulation or typical for Republic clones.”

“Damn right!” Wrecker cheered.

You were caught off guard by the response, but it felt fitting for this group, “What unit are you with?”

“CT-99s.” Hunter replied.

“Defective clones?” You repeated.

“You have both a knowledge of clones and are aware of military procedure and protocol?”

You angled yourself to face the one with a datapad clutched in his hands, “Being surrounded by war means you get to know it pretty well.” You said smoothly- it was only half a lie.

“You fight like you’ve been trained?”

You looked to the one with a scomp for a hand. “Self-taught.” You answered briefly and that was more of a bold-faced lie, but unfortunately, you had gotten used to that by now. “That’s not a crime last time I checked.”

“Depends on who helped you.”

The one that said that had an edge to his voice that did not match the tone of his brother’s, and it made your desire to get out of here that much more urgent. “Look, I was all set to leave but I overheard the droid’s plan and the people here suffered long enough under the Separatist leadership and this war has caused one too many unnecessary deaths. I helped you out simply to avoid that.”

Hunter could tell their interrogation of you was making you uncomfortable and much to his shock, he found that he didn’t want that for you. He stepped between you and the rest of his brothers with his hands raised in a pacifying gesture, “I’m sorry for all the questions. We just don’t usually get Republic aid, let alone outside help.”

“Well, it looked like you were going to need it.” You said and you were surprised to find that his presence and closeness to you was having a strangely calming effect.  

“I should like it pointed out that I said there was a chance the droid army would pull something like this before we started the mission.”

“You weren’t complaining when it meant you and Echo could get your job done quicker.” Wrecker reminded Tech with a punch on the shoulder.

Hunter took off his helmet. “My name is Hunter. I’m the leader of this group.”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement, you practically choked on your saliva as you stared into the deep brown eyes of the clone.  “H-hi.” You said through an embarrassed cough. Why this clone, with his low, husky voice and red bandana and longer hair that stopped just past his neck, evoked this kind of reaction from you, you had no idea, but it was definitely not something you were used to nor expecting. The increased speed of your heartbeat wasn’t helping your smooth recovery either.  

Hunter picked up on your reaction, but he didn’t say anything- he figured you just weren’t expecting to see a clone look so different. He gestured to each of his brothers who followed suit in taking their helmets off. “This is Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair and Echo. We’re the Bad Batch- or Clone Force 99 if you’re feeling more formal.” He added light-heartedly.

You dipped your head in acknowledgment of the others. “So, what makes you defective clones? It can’t just be your appearance.” You asked as you forced yourself to look away from Hunter and speak to his brothers.

Hunter opened his mouth to respond but Tech beat him to it.

“Technically, we’re more deviant that we are defective, but we were made with genetic enhancements. Aside from Echo, we found him like this.” Tech explained as he adjusted his goggles, “I have an exceptional mind, Crosshair is our sharpshooter, Wrecker is our muscle and demolitions expert, and Hunter has enhanced senses.”

Great, enhanced senses. Way to make it harder to conceal your idiotic reaction. You thought in embarrassment. You pressed your lips together and nodded tightly, "Alright, glad we got that all sorted. I'm just going to-"

But Hunter wasn't quite ready to let you leave yet, "And you are?" He asked leadingly. You hid behind your face coverings and he wanted to know more about the person who had helped them out what would’ve been a rather rough situation. Or at minimum he’d just take your name.

As much as you didn't want to do this, you knew you had very little choice and the longer you avoided any introduction, the more suspicious it looked. You took a deep breath and took down your hood and mask and introduced yourself.

Seeing the way that you fought was hard enough, but now he had a face to put to your name and ability and words suddenly felt much harder to form, “Uh- you- we- you fight well.” And he internally cringed at himself as soon as he finished. Could he have sounded anymore lame?

“Thank you?” You said, furrowing your brow slightly as you sensed his own energy shift.

Meanwhile, the rest of them were too stunned to do anything but watch. They’d never seen their brother behave like that- he was usually very cool and collected.

“You don’t fight with a blaster?” Tech queried curiously as he broke the uncomfortable silence first.

“Don’t like them very much.” You said non-informatively.

“How did you make such a weapon?”

“Melted a bunch of vibroblades together. It wasn’t that complicated.”

“But do you not find that in a battle scenario-”

“I think I do alright.” You interrupted with a half-smile.

“More than.” Hunter agreed before he could stop himself and he swiftly averted his gaze from you as he cleared his throat to recentre himself before he asked, “Where are you headed?”

“Anywhere away from here.”

“You’re not local?”

You faced the clone you now knew to be Echo. “No. I move around a lot. Figured I’d just hop on the next shuttle and see where I end up.”

“We can take you where you need to go. Or-um- if you fancy sticking around, we could use someone like you with us.” Hunter offered before he really realised what he was suggesting.

You regarded him carefully. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously?” Crosshair repeated with a questioning look at his brother.

Hunter ignored his brother and directed his response towards you, “You’re clearly a very capable fighter and you fit right in when we were dealing with those droids.” He held his hand out to you, “What do you say?” And if he was being honest, a rather large part of him was hoping you would say yes.

This is a terrible idea. You were avoiding Republic fighters for a reason. Say no. Refuse. Walk away and don’t look back. No, don’t shake his hand… “Sure.” You stupidly found yourself saying before you clasped his hand, but the contact immediately stole the breath from your lungs. Everything you sensed both within and around you shifted as you locked eyes with his and let his touch take a temporary hold of you.

Hunter’s breath hitched as he felt your grip and he couldn’t bring himself to break away from you yet. He hadn’t experienced anything like this before, but it was like all the tension and adrenaline from the battle left his body in this single moment as he touched your hand.

You withdrew your hand quickly and willed the strange tingling in your veins to do the same. You had no idea why that happened, but it was certainly the last thing you needed or wanted.

“Um- we- our ship is over-” Hunter half pointed in the general direction of where he could vaguely remember the ship being because it would seem you rendered him an unintelligible mess for the second time today and he had no clue as to why this kept happening. It was honestly quite concerning, and he needed to get a grip.

“I’ll find you.” You said hastily before you turned and hurried away. What had truly shocked you was that the sensations you’d experienced upon meeting him hadn’t been accompanied by anything like you’d been taught. And though it had been something you’d challenged, you still expected part of it to be true only there was nothing there. You didn’t feel fear or darkness. You only felt light and that threw you for a loop which was a relief in a way because that explained why you’d acted to bizarrely- it had been a while since anything had genuinely surprised you- that was all this had to be.

--

Hunter watched you go for he realised there were four pairs of eyes staring at him. “What?” Hunter asked shiftily as he saw the combined teasing and pointed looks that he was getting from his brothers.

“You’ve got some drool there.” Crosshair said with a smirk.

“Shut up.” Hunter said tightly. “She had nowhere to go and she’s a hell of fighter. We could use her help.”

“Uh huh.” Crosshair replied, tone heavy with scepticism.

“Your reasoning makes sense, but it is still highly irregular for you to offer a spot like that without consulting the rest of us.” Tech pointed out.

“Okay, you’re right about that. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you all first,” Hunter acknowledged, “But what do you think?”

“I think she’s running from something, but she could’ve run from us and not helped you and she didn’t. That says something. Plus, I don’t want to be the new guy anymore.” Echo said diplomatically, “It’s fine by me.”

“I’ll agree that her skills could be useful.” Tech said in agreement.

“I’m in!” Wrecker said enthusiastically.

“Crosshair?” Hunter asked his brother who was tending to the scope of his rifle.

“I’m outvoted regardless of what I say.” Crosshair replied with a shrug.

“You think it’s a bad idea?” Hunter asked.

“Never said that. I think she can fight well, and she’ll be an asset, sure. I just don’t want you losing your head.”

“You don’t need to worry about that, Crosshair. This is purely a strategy call.” Hunter said, hoping saying it out loud would reassure him as well because one thing was certain, you had an effect on him that he hadn’t expected and he wasn’t sure how temporary it really was.

--

You found the ship with little difficulty and saw Hunter waiting by the steps of their ship which seemed to be a modified Omicron-class attack shuttle.  

“Ready to go?” Hunter asked and he hoped you couldn’t pick up on the relief in his voice as he saw you emerge.

“As I’ll ever be.” You answered, shifting the strap of your bag to disguise your nerves.

“Welcome aboard The Marauder!” Wrecker said merrily as you stepped inside.

“Thanks.” You said and you managed to give the clone a sincere smile. The inside of the ship seemed to match the personality of the group- a bit chaotic but everything had their place- and anything else would’ve felt wrong.

“You do not have a bunk or much by the way of living quarters and I do not expect we will have much time to sort it out in the near future.” Tech informed you as he warmed up the ship’s engines.

“I’ll be fine.” You replied.

Tech swivelled back in the seat and got the ship ready to depart.

“What’s next, Hunter?” Echo asked.

“We’ve got a mission waiting for us on Felucia.”

“Goody.” Crosshair said wryly as he put a toothpick in his mouth and looked to you, “Ready for your first Republic battle? Not going to ditch us at the first sign of a real fight, are you?”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” You responded coolly and although you’d debated just leaving them, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You were tired of not helping people, of all the cutting and running you’d done in the recent months but there’d been a very good reason for that and now you were putting yourself right back in the thick of it all. And this time, it was going to be much harder to keep your secret, but it was vital that you did– you couldn’t go back there, and you were sure that would happen if they found out- or at the very least it would change everything and that was the last thing you wanted.

“Here, I can take that.” Hunter said quietly to you as the ship left the atmosphere and entered hyperspace.

You nodded your head in thanks and found yourself staring at his back as he walked away from you and that shift, you’d felt came back again only this time it was accompanied by guilt. He’d opened up his squad and home to you with nothing, but sincerity and you knew you hadn’t matched that expectation. This decision you’d made wasn’t something you could easily undo but you couldn’t bring yourself to unveil yourself of it yet– you knew your teachings and what you needed so you could only hope whatever unusual feelings and thoughts you’d initially experienced for this clone would or the fact that you wouldn’t come back to haunt you.

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Ten: Compliments Go A Long Way

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Summary: YN Hinata is the twin sister of Shoyo Hinata. Where Shoyo is all rainbows and sunshine YN is thorns and storm clouds. YN picks on Hinata any chance she gets. Why? Because of how easy it is & that’s the only way she knows how to show her love. She’d never allow anyone else to treat Shoyo the way she does though. That is until the tall and handsome Tsukishima Kei enters her life and makes it a point to go against her wishes. Why does it always have to be the hot ones?

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13. first impressions ♡

cw. sick mention

“I’m so sorry.” The words slip out before you can stop them, feeling the tears start to well in your eyes. Your cheeks start to burn when he looks between you and the sick on his pillow. “I can clean it.”

Iwaizumi shrugs his shoulders, setting a glass of iced water by your head. “It’s okay, these things happen. You keep resting, I’ll clean that.”

You cautiously push yourself up, the room starting to spin at the action. Rolling onto the other side of the bed, your hand flies up to start massaging your temples.

“Do you like toast? I can make you some. It’s easy on the stomach. Or cereal?” He collects the pillow from beside your head and patiently waits for your answer.

“It’s okay, I can leave.” Despite your words, you lay still on his bed. You try to will yourself to move, but your stomach keeps you pinned to the mattress. “Eventually.”

Iwaizumi shrugs his shoulders. “That’s okay, take your time. Are you wanting some food or clean clothes?”

Turning to face him properly, you see the concern trying to hide behind his face. “Um, I think I’m okay.”

“If you need anything, give me a call.” He turns and makes his way to the bedroom door.

“Wait.” You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone move so fast. “Thank you. I’m really sorry, I think some of the painkillers must still be in my system and my body started freaking out, y’know?”

Iwaizumi rests the clean side of the pillow against the carpet, walking over to his desk chair and swivelling it around to face you. “How is the pain? Any better?”

“Mostly. Still some bruising, but they don’t hurt unless I move a certain way.” You carefully roll onto your side to face him, curling your legs back up. “I didn’t even drink that much, really. Like, two shots and three or four vodkas.”

“That’s…” Iwaizumi lets out a soft laugh. “Sorry, that’s more vodka than Oikawa can drink. He’s such a lightweight.”

“Really? Sad I missed it.” The thought of doing shots with Oikawa and watching him throw it up in an alley five minutes later sounds hilarious.

“It’ll happen plenty more times before he learns, y/n. You’ll see it.” He seems confident in his thoughts. “It’s embarrassing for him, but funny for us. It’s great. And then when he throws up on the sofa, I can get mad at him.”

A laugh slips out at his comment. Your smile fades as you think of a few moments ago. “But I just threw up on your bed… Why aren’t you mad at me?”

The way Iwaizumi straightens up at the question almost makes you regret asking. “It’s only a pillowcase. It’s easy to clean. That sofa is a pain to clean. Besides, you did it in your sleep. He knows he feels sick and just refuses to move until it’s too late.”

Another laugh. “Okay, that makes sense. It sounds like you drew the short straw on roommates.”

He smiles. “Yeah, guess so… Do you have a roommate?”

You shake your head, the movement only slight. “I live in a small apartment a couple roads away from campus. My roommate back in Tokyo was so nice, I miss her. She was the year above us and also a figure skater, she had an ad up and it was an insane coincidence. I miss her.”

“Pairs? Or was she competition?”

“Pairs. Typically fourth years are asked to step back from clubs and, though most do, she didn’t. It was a boy from Miyagi, actually. It’s quite funny.”

“Would I know him?” Iwaizumi’s gets comfortable in his chair, sliding down in it and spreading his legs.

You shrug one of your shoulders. “Maybe. Tendou Satori. He said he knows someone on the team but I don’t-“

“Ushiwaka. No fucking way, Tendou’s in Tokyo? Is he doing well?” A smile peaks out onto Iwaizumi’s friends. “We competed every year. We were the two powerhouses before another school took us over.”

“Did you ever make it to comp?”

The smile widens a little. “The NCAA? No, never. Not until college. But we have Ushiwaka now. Man, I can’t believe you and Tendou were living it up.”

“Were you friends?”

“Not really. We talked before and after the competitions, he obviously never played, but he was always there to support. Like Oikawa, he knew him better.” Iwaizumi shrugs his shoulders and looks to the floor. “Crazy.”

“Yeah, small world.” Cautiously pushing yourself up so your back can rest against his cushioned headboard, you purse your lips together and try to fight back the urge to puke. “Did you gave a good night?”

“It was okay. Not what I had in mind, but fine.”

“Where did you sleep?”

“The sofa.”

You cringe at the thought. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry, you should’ve kicked me out.”

“Why would I kick you out? You were drunk and sick, I wasn’t going to make you walk home or get a taxi.”

You want to hate him for the way he acted when you first met (and for that one time he hit a puck at you), you really do, but he’s not making it very easy for you. He drove you home after the accident, let you sleep on his bed when you were drunk, isn’t kicking you out and has brushed over the fact you threw up on his pillow. Not to mention he’s trying his hardest to help you with figure skating.

Maybe first impressions aren’t so important after all.

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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★ sakusa kiyoomi is probably the most organized person you've ever met. so clean, so tidy.

the two of you have been dating for a while, and you could never expect that he would be so messy eating you out. the clean and fresh sheets you changed that morning are stained with your fluids and his face is deep buried between your thighs. he is holding them firmly as his tongue lick and suck your clit. is not sweet, is not tender, is rough and sloppy. omi spits on your cunt before he puts two fingers inside you, thrusting you with his long, slender digits. you feel like heaven, your hand messing his usual perfect curls as he keeps devouring your swollen clit and stretching you with his fingers. you're the lucky one, the only one who can say sakusa kiyoomi is messy, nasty, dirty. he keeps eating you out like a starving man, like he's been in a dessert during weeks and he just found water. he mumbles against your core how much he loves his pretty girl as your walls squeeze him and you finally cum. of course, he doesn't waste anything. he lifts his face, his mouth and jaw wet with your fluids, as he kisses you softly.

"you taste so good, gorgeous. I don't want to stop never, give me another one, pretty girl. just one more. I know you can take it."

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The Red Dress

Summary: They may have your attention, but it's his fingers inside you under the table.

Pairing: Fives x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, drinking, alcohol, Fives being cocky, confession of feelings, just a little jealousy

A/N: I've never written for Fives before so please bear with me. Welcoming myself back from my break with a bang, pun intended. I am also utilizing medic!reader once more just because I can.

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The first time he sees you in that dress, he knows he’s screwed.  

He has Kix to thank for everything. He had been the one to convince you to come out with them in the first place. You, the 501st’s new medic, who had quickly won the hearts of the entire legion with your gentle touches and soft reassurances. You who asked their names and remembered them. You with that infectious smile, and the soft laugh that rang out at even the lamest jokes. 

They had all mutually agreed they would start a war for you. 

Fives was no less enamored with you than his brothers. You laughed at his jokes, and got shy when he lightly teased and flirted. He had once asked you to kiss his freshly bandaged wound, entirely joking, but he’ll never forget how you raised his arm to press a soft kiss to the bandage. 

His stomach still flips thinking about it. 

He hadn’t been expecting you to join them on shore leave. They were headed to 79s as usual, waiting on a few stragglers, including Kix. He hadn’t been expecting you to be following the medic down the ramp, but as soon as he sees you, he forgets all his impatience. 

His eyes widen, jaw going slack as you slowly make your way down the ramp. The others notice, turning to see just what’s caught his attention.

The dress is a little satin number that hugs every curve and slope of your body perfectly. The thin straps and sloping neckline reveal more skin than he’s ever seen before, the hem falling halfway down your thighs. 

It’s also red. 

A deep, sinful red that Fives already knows is going to draw the gaze of everyone in the bar. His hands tighten into fists, his pants tightening just a bit as well. 

“I didn’t think you’d mind if I invited our favorite medic along.” Kix says, drawing his attention, and everyone else’s. 

“No.” Hardcase says, the vision of you in the dress having silenced even him. “Not at all.” 

Fives resists the urge to punch Hardcase as he slips an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the transport. 

This is going to be a long night. 

***

Fives had been right in his prediction that you would gain the attention of the entire bar. He was quick to notice just how much you shied from the attention, but he knew he and his brothers were not going to share. 

They squish you into the center of the booth, silently glaring away any trooper, shiny or not, that even glances your way. You seem happily unaware of it as you sit between Jesse and Tup. They’re laying it on thick, Jesse’s arm stretched across the back of the booth behind you. 

Fives’ hand tightens around his glass as Jesse leans in, saying something quietly to you. You get that bashful look on your face again, fingers trailing through the condensation on your glass. You’ve barely finished one glass of the cheap beer the bar provided to the clones. 

Fives gets his moment when Tup excuses himself from the table for a bathroom break and Jesse is sent to the bar for the next round. He quickly shuffles into the booth next to you, so close you’re almost touching. You turn to look at him, eyes shining in the dim light above the table. 

“You alright?” He asks, leaning in a bit so you can hear him over the music. “Are they making you uncomfortable?” 

You shake your head. “No, they’re sweet, I’ve just...had my gaze on someone else for a while.” 

He tilts his head as he stares down at you. “Anyone I know?” 

“Well, he’s a clone.” You say, giving him a cute little smile. 

“Right. That narrows it down.” Fives nods. 

“He’s an ARC trooper.” You continue. 

“Narrows it down more.” Fives says, leaning his arm on the table so he can lean in closer. 

“He’s funny and smart and one of the bravest men I’ve ever met.” You stare up into his eyes, searching for something. “He has the sweetest brown eyes, and a cute little wrinkle between his brows when he frowns.” Your gaze drops to his lips. “He has a goatee, and a tattoo, and quite the unique nickname.” 

Fives smirks, slipping his arm across the back of the booth behind you. His fingers trail along the bare skin of your shoulders, just as soft as he imagined. He leans in closer, watching the goosebumps form on your skin as he leans into your ear. You smell good, the best thing he’s ever smelled. His nose presses into your hair, smelling your sweet scent as his lips brush your ear. 

“I need to hear you say it.” He whispers, fingers tracing patterns across the back of your neck and shoulders. 

You turn your head just slightly, hand dropping to his thigh. “You.” You say it just audible above the thump of the music playing. “It’s you.” 

Fives smirks, pulling back a bit as Jesse returns to the table. Despite the goosebumps on your skin, it’s warm to the touch, Fives brushing your cheek gently as he pulls his arm away. He’s pressed right up against you, his hand slipping under the table to rest against your knee. 

“Tell me to stop.” He says quietly, Jesse taking his spot next to you once more. 

You give him a look that speaks a thousand words, a look he didn’t think you were capable of. He’s glad the table hides everything as his pants suddenly get very tight. You turn your attention to Jesse as he starts speaking to you, Fives getting a refill on his glass and yours as Rex passes around the new pitcher. 

His hand slowly begins to slip higher up your leg, fingers tracing the soft skin. Your legs widen just slightly for his hand, speaking volumes as you continue to entertain Jesse’s story. 

He bites back a groan as he finds the damp fabric between your legs. It’s a bit much to call them underwear, a lacy little number he wants to slip into a pocket later. He rubs you over your panties, your hips shifting just slightly. You disguise it as you reach for your glass, taking another sip of beer. 

He watches the way your hand tightens just slightly around the glass as he pushes the fabric to the side, trailing his fingers along your pussy. He joins in on the conversation as he sinks a finger into your tight heat, your hips shifting just slightly again to give him room. 

You’re good at hiding it, moving subtly with the conversation as he and Jesse go back and forth. If Jesse looked down, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out where his hand is, but thankfully he’s just a little too drunk to be aware of his surroundings. 

You clench tightly around his finger as the rest of the table joins into the conversation, recounting a story of some mission they’d gone on months ago, before you’d joined them. He can see your skin starting to get dewy with sweat, your breath picking up just slightly. You’re soaking his hand, a second finger slipping in easily. 

He watches the column of your throat as you swallow another mouthful of beer, halfway through the glass already. Maker, he wishes he could remove his codpiece, pull you into his lap and make you sit on his cock. What he wouldn’t give to ease you under the table, have those sinful lips wrapped around him. Kriff, he’s one squeeze away from laying you out on the table and fucking you in front of his brothers and the entire bar. 

He curls his fingers inside you, your lips parting as you squeeze around him, your legs shaking under the table. You set your glass back on the table just a little too hard, gaining the attention of the others. 

“You alright, mesh’la?” Hardcase frowns at you in concern. 

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah.” Your voice is breathy, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of your face. “Just starting to feel it a bit.” 

“I didn’t peg you as a lightweight.” Tup says, having returned to the table at some point. 

You shrug, playing off the way your thighs squeeze around his hand. “Never really been much of a drinker before.” 

“Well, we’re just out here corrupting you, aren’t we?” Kix smirks, his voice deep from the alcohol. 

You’re close, your thighs squeezing around his hand as you press your hips against him. “That’s one way of putting it.” You laugh breathlessly. 

Fives curls his fingers again, your face leaning in close to his ear. You let out a quiet little whimper that nearly has him cumming in his pants. Your breath fans against his skin, his hand slipping from your underwear. Oh how he’d love to taste you on his skin. 

“Fresher.” You breathe, already sliding away from him. “Two minutes.” 

He watches you slip out of the booth, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches the others eyes follow your form until you disappear into the crowd.

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Careful What You Wish For

Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul x fem!Reader Smut

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A/N: Never been more mesmerized in my life then when I went to my first ritual... Unashamedly staring at this fucking ghoul all night. Thank you @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus for reading this first 💕

Content warnings: sodomy (obviously, which ghoul do you think this is?) m!receiving (oral), fingering, P in V sex, shame/embarrassment, voyeurism. Minors DNI.

“Straight through there, sister, you can’t miss it.” You received an unceremonious shove from Sister Adelaide. After catching yourself on the railing you continued down the curving stone stairwell alone. Your footsteps scuffed along the ice cold, ancient grey stone. 

It was freezing in the basement of the ministry, and you wished silently that the good Sister had allowed you to dress properly before she dragged you out of your shared bedroom. All you wore was a black night slip, and though it easily reached to your knees, its lace and satin offered no solace from the nipping, stale air. With no relief from the cold, all you prayed for was that you wouldn’t run into anyone down here. 

Finally, you reached the base of the stairs. A single black candle glowed from its head-level position on the wall. You squinted at it, considering it an omen, telling you not to go further. You peered out into the distance, feeling lost already. You can’t miss it my ass. You made a mental note to “thank” the Sister later for her astute direction. 

Suddenly, the first long corridor was lit instantaneously by a long trail of wall-mounted candelabras. It provided the only light source as you tiptoed along. The soft, yellow light carried you forth to meet a wooden door. You pushed it open with ease and were met with black darker than night. 

You stumble blindly forward through a series of black velvet curtains. Once you step through the first one, your heart kicks up in rhythm, the light seemingly sucked out of the hallway behind you and the door falling closed on its hinges with a creak. 

You take three more less-than-graceful steps and shove through one final curtain to find yourself in a dark room, lit by dim blue ambient light. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust, and you take a quick stock of your surroundings: a dark chaise lounge, in what color you couldn’t identify, a dark multi-patterned rug on the floor, and in the corner at an angle facing you, a large armchair. You sucked in a breath quickly. The armchair had an occupant. 

Is that…

Your thought was interrupted swiftly as the ghoul in the chair adjusted his posture, spreading his legs in a wide, almost lazy, “v” shape. The only sounds in the room were the distant hymnal voices in practice above ground, and the thrumming beat of your own heart. Your pulse pounded in your ears. You felt your hands become clammy. 

You studied the ghoul as your eyes continued to adjust to the dark room. But you were torn: adrenaline begging through your veins for you to flee, and curiosity ever edging your instincts out of the picture. 

As if sensing your thoughts, he moved again to stir your attention. His left elbow came to rest on the tuft of the chair, and he tilted his head as he rested it on his pale hand. 

His hands. 

You didn’t notice how his right hand had been sitting on his covered thigh, but now you couldn’t look away. His thumb was rubbing back and forth slowly, and even in the low light you recognized his tendons and veins as he flexed. You’d know those hands that belong to your favorite ghoul anywhere. His hands were imprinted on your mind like an unholy relic.

“Sodo.” Your voice was hardly audible, a mere breath coasting over your realization.

The fire ghoul said nothing, instead shifting from the disinterested position he was in to a commanding one, sitting straight backed against the chair. Your eyes found themselves watching his right hand again, as he slowly moved it from his thigh to be outstretched. He made a come here motion using two long fingers. Slowly, sensually beckoning you forth.

Your mouth went dry as the dirty thoughts regarding his fingers snaked their way up from your loins to leech into your brain. You obeyed. It wasn’t like you to disobey any member of the clergy. Especially not a member of the clergy who you’ve got it so bad for.

You timidly close the gap between you two. No words are needed in the exchange, but you size him up anyway. Sodo wears his mask, and he is covered from head to toe in his black uniform, the only exception of exposure being his perfect hands.

He pointed to the cushion at his feet and you kneel in submission. A perfectly obedient daughter of the ministry following the clergy.

“Wha -”

Where your question was going, you forgot immediately, as an old television screen turned on to the right of you. You jumped at the sudden addition of light and crackling sound, shrinking back in temporary trepidation. 

How strange.

It was a video monitoring of what looked to be the inside of the dark wooden confession box. 

Wait. Something’s -

The metal and heavy cloth sounds of the curtain moving made your stomach drop. You watched in horror as you, well, past you, entered the confession booth and sat down. 

You heard the unmistakable words of Papa Emeritus IV. “My child, what makes you appear at such an hour? Have you come to confess what plagues your mind and body?”

“I have. It has been one week since my last confession.”

You knew what was coming next.

“Come, my child, speak what unsettles you, let it weigh on your heart no longer.”

Utterly embarrassed, you tilted your head down to hide your shame at the impending admission coming from your past self. But then, you felt a strong, cold hand grip your jaw, forcing your face up to watch in horror, reliving the moment in confession you had after having one too many glasses of wine at dinner. 

“Last night I pleasured myself with the sinful thoughts of a brother…”

“Dio miserabile young sister!”

You bit your lip, both in the camera footage and presently. You had forgotten how Papa Emeritus IV had reacted so outwardly to your admission of guilt. After a pause, he spoke again. “Sister?”

“Yes, Papa?”

“Tell me which one of our pious brothers has turned your thoughts in such a devious way.”

“Uh…” You trailed off, your voice in the recording was meek, you sounded so utterly pathetic.

“Sister? I could just guess if that would make it easier for you.”

You winced at how pitiful it was that he had to coax it out of you. You watched, willing your past self to keep her stupid mouth closed, but of course she didn’t.

“It was… brother Dewdrop.”

“I see.”

In the room you thought you heard Dewdrop make a noise deep in the back of his throat, like a groan. Your attention quickly went back to the video, eyes never leaving the screen as made possible by the ghouls grasp on your face. There was a long-lasting pause, one that made your stomach tighten with the knowledge of what you were about to admit in that wooden box.

“Describe it, my child, you’ll feel better once you get it out.”

In the video you sighed deeply before continuing, “In my thoughts he was fingering me, using two, then three fingers inside me to make me come. Then I got down on my knees for him and serviced his cock, taking it in my hands and mouth.”

You stopped breathing. The sound of your blood rushing in the pulse near your ears drowning out the words coming through the screen.

“Continue.” Came the deep, accented voice of the Papa.

“Then I imagined I was in his lap, and he let me use his cock for my own pleasure. I fucked myself on top of him. Forgive me, please forgive me, I beg of you.” The video cut then, leaving you reeling. 

Speaking such depraved filth in confession was mortifying enough, but knowing the ghoul you were speaking about heard it too was devastating. You were frozen in place in embarrassment. At least, you would have stayed that way had you not noticed Sodo’s breathing changed. 

He had gotten so close to your face while gripping your chin that you could hear his labored breathing. His breaths came in heavy pants from inside his mask, like a predatory animal behind a muzzle.

Part of you wanted to take off his mask, see his devilish eyes, sharp teeth, and his horns for yourself. To let him bite you, mark you, ravage your body with his tongue and teeth. But you knew he’d want to keep it on, and oh how you aimed to please him. 

“Sodo?” Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet as you faced him. His grip did not loosen from your chin while allowing you to move, instead his index finger tapped your cheek in what seemed to be contemplation. What did he want to do with you now? Especially after seeing such a horrific display of lust on your part. You had sounded so desperate, so pitiful in confession. But if he gave you the chance, you’d show him how truly desperate you could be. 

He released your jaw from his hard grasp, placing his hands on each of his tightly clothed thighs. You exhaled soundlessly through your parted lips as he cocked his head to the left side. He sat there silently waiting.

Your voice came out timid at first, “It’s true, all of it. Every second of that tape is the truth.” You then cocked your head to the right, mirroring him while still from your position sitting on the floor. You gained more confidence as you continued, “Though I’m guessing you know that. And you knew I’d come here.” Does that mean that he too - that he could possibly -

Your eyes widened as he tilted his head down towards his lap, then back up to you. Asking you to, what, sit on his lap? 

Fuck waiting to decipher what he meant, you read deeply enough into his vague expression, and you would do anything to get what you wanted. You stood up quickly, his masked head snapping up to follow you intently. However, before you could crawl into his lap, he reached forward and grabbed your hips, spinning you in a half circle so your ass was facing him. He pulled you back to sit down.

You didn’t have time to react, let alone think before he hooked his ankles around the inside of yours, catching your legs with his respectively. Then, he spread your legs wide, earning a sharp inhale of surprise from you as the slip you wore parted salaciously. 

He put his fingers over your mouth and you licked them without thinking. You could swear he made a low, dark sound from behind you. Then he took those fingers and dragged them down the front of your body, tracing down your black garb in identical fashion to his movements during a ritual. He paused right at the hem of your night dress, as it had ridden up. His middle finger hooked under it and pulled it upward, exposing your most upper thighs and your lace black panties.

As his hand moved to cup you through your panties, you shifted your hips back to be more comfortable. You felt his hardness against your rear and felt yourself involuntarily clench around nothing. Fuck. 

You couldn’t help but grind your ass back against him, feeling his hardening cock against you was something you thought you would only ever get to dream of. You just hoped he was enjoying your body as much as you were enjoying his.

He hooked a finger in your panties, pulling and then snapping them back to get your full attention back on what he was doing to you. You gasped at the momentary sharp sting. Satisfied by startling you, he traced the seam of your underwear once more, before dipping a callused finger inside and brushing along your slit. 

You watched him pull his finger away, coated in your arousal, before going back to your heat and ripping your panties off of you, tossing them to the floor. He put his index and middle finger together and repeated the action of touching you. Sodo dragged his rough fingers through your folds and up to your clit. A whine escaped your lips, and his left hand grabbed your chest and pulled you back so you were resting completely against him. It led you to feel his arousal even better under your ass, and you swirl your hips twice to help spur him on.

Without warning, his two fingers plunged into your heat all the way to the third knuckle. You opened your mouth and nothing came out, only silence as you felt his fingers deep within your aching center. His thumb pressed down on your clit, providing the perfect addition of pressure.

His fingers felt as good as you dreamed they would be, so long, and hitting all the places inside you that were drawing you close to the edge already. He worked you in a steady rhythmic pattern, drawing his fingers in and out of you while circling your clit with his thumb. Just from this you knew your own fingers wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you again. 

His left hand moved to your breast, cupping and then pressing his thumb to your already hardened nipple. You knew it was a combination of both the chill from the room and the heat of the moment that caused your nipples to ache against the fabric of your night dress. Sodo used his thumb to circle your nipple through your slip, a mirrored action to his right thumb on your most sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. Fuck. 

Suddenly, you had a feeling of being watched. If there is a camera in the confession box then… maybe… You couldn’t finish the thought, if anything, it spurred you on further. Your head lolled back, resting on the ghouls' hard shoulder as you felt yourself reaching the peak. You had never come so fast before, and you tried to fight it off, but his fingers were like magic on you. He had changed his movements so that his long fingers curled perfectly within you. Each curl of his fingers had your breath hitching and your legs starting to shake. Sodo was a drug you didn’t know you needed and yet could never get enough of.

All the tension that had been building snapped and you came with a broken moan. His fingers never ceased their ministrations, only slowing to help you come down from your high. Soon you were squirming in his lap, the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit almost painful now. 

Your breath came in heavy shudders, your head still resting on his shoulder, “May I?” You circled your hips against his hardness again to punctuate the question. He made a low sound, moving his legs so they no longer held yours apart. You scooted down to the floor quickly, kneeling on the cushion before the ghoul. He wasted no time pulling his cock out for his black pants, stroking it roughly with his right hand twice before looking at you in expectation. 

Your hands dragged up each of his thighs as you shifted forward. You made a silent vow as you rose up on your knees and lowered your mouth to taste him. If this is the penance that I will pay after confessing my lust, then I’ll be on my knees confessing every night.

You started at the hot tip, swirling your tongue around twice before placing your lips around him and sucking. It wasn’t enough, not for you, and certainly not for him. You grabbed him in your right hand and licked, your tongue wide and flat against the base of his shaft, all the way back up to the tip again before devouring him. Your mouth salivated profusely as you dipped your head down over and over and over again, massaging with your tongue and sucking expertly.

If your cunt wasn’t already wet from fucking his fingers, it would have been soaked just from this. Him allowing you to touch him, to pleasure him, was your salvation. You couldn’t get enough, high off his reactions to you as you changed pace. The way his breath shuddered, the sounds of his nails scratching on the armrests of the chair, it was all incentive for you to keep going and please him better than you had anyone before.

You dipped your head down again, going as deep as you could to take him all the way back in your throat. You breathed through your nose, ignoring your gag reflex, wanting only to pleasure Sodo.

You felt his bony fingers slide through your hair and you kept up your movements until he made a fist and yanked hard. Your lips fell from his cock with a soft pop. As your face moved back a strand of saliva connected your mouth to his erection. You looked up at his expressionless mask again. 

His silence filled the room. And as he patted his thigh in indication for you to get on top of him, it felt like all of the air had been sucked from your chest. You trembled in your kneeling position on the floor, heart fluttering, and rose, not wanting to vex him by wasting precious time. 

You climbed up into his lap like an obedient little pet. The aching within you came to a crescendo as you straddled him, holding onto his shoulders as you centered yourself. You looked into the eyes of the mask, seeing the empty void where his eyes would be. He nodded at you, giving you permission to do exactly as you fantasized about. 

You gripped his cock, still wet with your saliva, and lined him up with your center. You dragged the tip of him through your sensitive folds, wanting to draw the moment out just a little more, before sinking down. Only the tip of his thick cock was inside you and already you felt yourself shivering. You steadied yourself again, grabbing his shoulders as you lowered yourself down agonizingly slow. Taking him for this first time had your cunt burning from the stretch to fit him inside you. 

His cock was long and thick, but you were determined. Inch after inch you sunk down, and once you finally bottomed out, you didn’t miss how his nails scratched the arms of the chair. His head rolled back slightly, and just that provided the evidence that you needed to know he was relishing this moment too. You wondered how it felt for him, imagining that the ghoul was trying not to come just from the feeling of being inside your tight, wet, pussy.

You rose up on your knees, leaving just the head of his cock inside you before pushing back down in a full thrust. Repeating the motion had you lightheaded already, and you could feel the ridges and veins of his throbbing dick rubbing up against your g-spot with every move. One thing was absolutely certain, you were not going to last like this. 

Up and down, up and down, you bucked your hips rhythmically to do exactly what you wanted and fucked yourself on him. You were certain that you held your breath each time you impaled yourself on him, believing that his cock would punch the air from your very lungs if not. The pressure was building again, this time deeper within your core. All the tension was pulling, pulling so tight. Fuck. You wanted to last longer but it was impossible. The feeling of him inside you made that impossible. You gasped, “I’m - I’m going to - Ah!”

A primal sound tore its way out of your throat as you reached your climax. Dewdrops hands grasped possessively at your hips, forcing you to continue to fuck yourself on him through your orgasm. His hands kept you moving steadily on his cock and had you feeling completely overstimulated in seconds. You cried out a series of unintelligible words, the feeling so foreign to you but familiar at the same time. After several more deep, hard thrusts, his cock twitched inside you and you knew he would come soon too. The thought of him coming inside you became your undoing. You came again, screaming his name in praise and adoration and he pulled you down hard one final time before he jerked inside you and you felt his hot load coat your walls. Your pussy still spasmed from your own orgasm, milking him dry.

The two of you sat in silence while you caught your breath. You slid off his lap, wincing slightly as you felt his cock leave your cunt. You stooped to the floor, picking up your torn panties and then fixing your night dress. Straightening up you noticed he had zipped his pants back up and was sprawled lazily in the chair again. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. Is he sleeping?

Before you left the room, a red light amongst the blue caught your eye and confirmed your suspicion from earlier. You were being watched again, just as you had in the confession. You averted your eyes away quickly, not wanting whoever was on the other end to know you had discovered them. Hoping that by doing so, you could have another encounter with Sodo soon if he so wished.

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... hope that ticked your taints *with love and adoration* (～￣▽￣)～