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bathroom tour by dante, i guess

[allicat0]

My love

Summary: hey guys so this is actually a fanfic about my and my friends DND OC’S!! If you wanna give it a read I mean HEY awesome if not that’s also cool! This was purely for my own enjoyment!! This fanfic is also based if the song ‘Would you fall in love with me again’ from the musical Epic

Words: 1137

Content: angst, mlw, Kasian x Jordyn, DND, One shot.

——————————————————————————Kasian had always been a man of quiet strength, a knight sworn to his duty, with his emotions locked away like a prisoner in an iron cage. Jordyn was everything Kasian was not; vibrant, warm, and unyielding in their belief that the world could still hold beauty, even in its darkest corners.

They were a beam of light that pierced through the barriers he’d carefully constructed, coaxing him to see the possibility of love again. Slowly, cautiously, Kasian allowed them in, rediscovering the simple joys of connection, the comfort of a gentle hand, and the warmth of a love that felt like home.

For the first time in years, he wasn’t just surviving—he was living. Together, they forged a bond that felt unbreakable, a harmony that made Kasian believe he could be more than his grief. But the world had other plans. The call to war came, tearing Kasian from Jordyn’s side. Bound by duty, he left with a heavy heart, promising to return.

Years passed, and war twisted Kasian into something unrecognizable. He fought, killed, and bled for a cause that demanded more of him than he thought he could give. The atrocities he committed haunted him, each act a step further from the man Jordyn had loved. Rage, despair, and guilt consumed him, replacing the love and hope Jordyn had nurtured in him. He became a weapon, a shadow of the knight he once was, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

But through it all, one thought kept him going. Jordyn. Everything he did, every sacrifice, every sin, was for the chance to return to them. Yet, as the war came to an end, another battle raged within him. How could he face them now, how could he hold them with hands stained by so much blood?

Kasian feared that the man he had become would destroy the love they once shared. The man Jordyn had known—gentle, reserved, but capable of loving fiercely—was gone, replaced by someone hardened by war. The light they had cast upon him had been eclipsed by shadows.

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Kasian stood a foot of the mountain, boots were caked in the dirt of a thousand roads, the soles worn so thin he felt the earth beneath each step. His armor, once polished to a proud sheen, hung in dented, scuffed pieces from his body.

He had spent years away from the one he had found solace in, prayed that every minute he was away, he’d return to them as soon as he could. So why did this final stretch feel like agony? Kasian’s feet grew heavier with each nearing step, he couldn’t face Jordyn, he would not allow it.

The door opened before he could decide.

Jordyn stood there, framed by the soft glow of candlelight within. They looked the same and yet different, as though time had etched subtle changes into their features. Their hair was longer, their frame slightly leaner, but their eyes... Those eyes were still the light he remembered, warm and piercing, holding him in place as they took him in.

“Kasian...”

His name on their lips was like a whisper of wind through the trees, a balm against his frayed soul. But he couldn’t meet their gaze for long. His head dipped, shame rushing in like a tide.

“I. I was unsure if you’d wish to see me,” he said, voice hoarse, as though the words clawed their way out.

Silence stretched between them, and Kasian’s heart threatened to crack under its weight. He watched as Jordyn stepped closer, closing the distance. Their hand reached out, brushing against his cheek, rough with an unshaven beard.

“You’re here,” Jordyn said softly. “ I’ve dreamed. That every waking moment. You have return. . return to me.”

Kasian swallowed hard, his throat tight. He wanted to believe their words, but the memories of war clawed at him, screaming that he wasn’t worthy. Kasian stepped back from their touch.

“No,” he rasped. “I don’t deserve to be. . I’ve killed, Jordyn. Not just on the battlefield, but... innocents. There were choices I had to make—things I swore I’d never do again—and I. I thought of you, I kept telling myself it twas for you. But I’ve become someone you can’t love”

Tears welled in Jordyn’s eyes, but they didn’t fall. They stood firm, their voice steady despite the emotion that thickened it.

“You don’t get to make that decision Kasian. You’re a man who’s been through hell. A man who’s carried burdens no one should have to endure”

“Do you think I’d ever believed you’d come back unchanged? I never expected the war to leave you unscathed.” Kasian’s breath hitched, and he turned away, his hands clenching at his sides. “If you knew—”

“Then tell me.” Jordyn interrupted, Trying to catch a glimpse of his gaze. “ God dammit Kasian look at me ”

Kasian’s gaze shifted to theirs, his vision blurring. Their words pressed against the armor he’d built around his heart, cracking it piece by piece. He wanted nothing more than to believe them, to allow their love to help heal what the war had broken inside him all over again.

“I’m afraid,” he admitted, the words barely audible. “Afraid that if I open up, if I let you in... there’ll be nothing left of the man you loved.”

Jordyn cupped his face in both hands, forcing him to meet their gaze. “Kasian, there is more to you than this, under all of this” Jordyn said softly drawing attention to his battered armor “Let me remind you. Let me help you— let me in the way you once did. ”

Kasian’s breath hitched, his words caught in his throat. “Piece by piece.” Jordyn brushed their thumb across his cheek.

His hand came up and rested against the back of their neck, pulling jordyn into an embrace. An unspoken understanding shared between the two, his arms wrapped them firm, as if holding on could anchor them both. Jordyn’s head rested against the kasians shoulder, and for a moment, their breathing synchronized—a shared rhythm in a world that felt chaotic.

Kasian’s fingers pressed into their fabric, clutching as if letting go would shatter the fragile sanctuary they’d created in this moment. The warmth of their bodies melded, the faint scent of familiarity lingering in the air..he held them tightly. His fingers threading through Jordyn’s hair, lips brushing against their temple

“I’m not the man you knew” Kasian mumbled into their hair. Jordyn pulling away just so they could meet his gaze.

“Even if that’s so, I will fall in love with you— over and over again.”

Kasian took a deep breath in holding it for a second to long barely letting out a gravelly “Jordyn—”

Jordyn softly smiled, pressing a kiss to his brow. “I will never stop, loving you”

@allicat0. . . Signing off

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The cold night that felt warm

Summary: Every year since they met Jayce tried to coax Viktor into the holiday spirit, imagining twinkling lights, bustling markets, and hot cocoa under a canopy of snow. He’d suggest strolling through the decorated streets, hoping the festive air would melt Viktors usual reluctance. But Viktor always had a reason—work deadlines, the weather, or simply not feeling up to it. Jayce wouldn’t make a big deal about it and often shrugged it off, hiding the small sting of disappointment as they stayed in, he would watch as the outside world aglow with holiday cheer, just from the inside. 

Content: jayvik, confession, Christmas, mlm

Word Count: 5k

A/N: hope you enjoy sorry for any poor grammar or punctuation

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Snowfall transforms the world into a pristine, magical landscape, with each flake drifting gracefully from the sky like delicate whispers of winter. When the air starts to feel still and crisp, you know the Holidays are on their way. As though nature itself pauses to marvel at the scene, for others they don’t get that opportunity, always caught up in personal conflict or work. 

The snowflakes sparkle, creating a blanket of shimmering white that muffles the noise of the world, replacing it with a serene silence. A silence that Viktor wishes he could feel, that one moment of peace there at his fingertips, but he was just to busy. Work was priority, always has and always will be. 

Every year since they met Jayce tried to coax Viktor into the holiday spirit, imagining twinkling lights, bustling markets, and hot cocoa under a canopy of snow. He’d suggest strolling through the decorated streets, hoping the festive air would melt Viktors usual reluctance. But Viktor always had a reason—work deadlines, the weather, or simply not feeling up to it. Jayce wouldn’t make a big deal about it and often shrugged it off, hiding the small sting of disappointment as they stayed in, he would watch as the outside world aglow with holiday cheer, just from the inside. 

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The holidays had finally arrived, the season that has a way of lighting people up from within. Strangers exchange smiles more readily, and even the smallest gestures, like holding the door or sharing a kind word, seem filled with more intention. It's as if the holidays strip away the usual rush of life, leaving room for joy, generosity, and a love that feels more tangible, more present, and more alive. Jayce wouldn’t deny, it was his favourite holiday, as per why he was so persistent of Viktor spending it with him.

The lab was quiet the pale morning light filtering through frost-covered windows. Viktor was slumped over his workbench, his head resting against a clutter of notes and tools, the telltale signs of another sleepless night. Jayce pushed the door open, his breath visible in the crisp air, bundled in a thick coat, knit hat, and fur-lined mitts to ward off the biting cold. He paused, shaking his head fondly at the sight of his partner's exhaustion. With a warm grin, he set down a steaming cup of cocoa beside Viktor, the sweet aroma mingling with the sterile smell of the lab. “Time to get up sleepyhead” he teased, his voice light. The gesture was simple but heartfelt, a small warmth in the chill of the season, a reminder that even in their relentless work, they weren’t alone.

Viktor slowly stirred from a restless sleep, the soft, familiar sound of Jayce’s voice cutting through the haze of his sleep. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the light coming through the windows of the lab. The scent of hot cocoa wafted towards him, a welcome warmth that contrasted the cold stiffness in his joints. He shifted slightly, groaning as the ache in his body reminded him that he had fallen asleep at the workbench again, hunched over his latest project. His neck was sore, his back and leg stiff, and his hands tingled with the remnants of long hours spent tinkering. 

“No wonder your body is so sore, you got to stop spending the night at the desk.” Jayce displayed with concern. Viktor waved a hand dismissively, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I’m fine, Jayce," he muttered, shrugging off the concern. His tone was sharp but not unkind, as if dismissing the soreness in his body was just another part of the routine. "Nothing I don’t go through anyway. Nothing to worry about." He turned his attention back to his work, focusing on the next step in his calculations, avoiding the look of worry still lingering in Jayce's eyes.

Jayce walked over placing a hand on top of Viktors notes, leaning his body against the desk taking a sip of his cocoa. Jayce made that face, the face of an Idea that he knew Viktor wouldn’t agree with or automatically shut down but was gonna suggest it anyway. “How about we take today off? We can just relax. Head into town later . .maybe go to the tree lighting ceremony later tonight” Jayce said with this hopefulness laced in his voice.

Viktor sighed deeply, hearing Jayce’s request. He could feel the pull to say yes, to give in to the warmth in Jayce’s eyes, but the weight of responsibility anchored him. They had work to do—important work—and it couldn’t wait. Whether Jayce contributed or not, Viktor knew the task needed to be completed. But still, that look in Jayce’s eyes, hopeful and earnest, made the refusal harder than it should’ve been. Viktor clenched his jaw, forcing the words out, even as his heart tugged in the opposite direction. "We can’t, Jayce. Not right now." Viktor said avoiding his gaze from his. 

Jayce’s shoulders dropped lifting his hand off Viktors notes “yeah, no you’re right. We should, probably get this finished.” Jayce took a sip of his cocoa pushing himself off of the desk walking over to his chair. 

Viktor sat hunched over his desk as the day went on, hours passing his mind racing with calculations, but Jayce’s eyes—the way they shone with quiet hope—kept creeping into his thoughts. Every time he tried to focus, to push away the distractions, the weight of Jayce’s request gnawed at him. He could feel his resolve faltering, his thoughts pulling him in two directions: the demanding call of his work, and the desire to give in to the moment, to be there, to simply be with Jayce. The clock read 4: 45pm and with each tick of the clock was a reminder of the decision he’d already made, but the thought of denying Jayce felt heavier with every passing second. He knew how much Jayce wished to go, god he only asked every year.

 The silence that followed Jayce for the rest of the day felt thick, suffocating, and he could almost feel the distance growing between them. He flipped open his journal, scribbling aimlessly, his mind far from the words on the page. He wasn’t really working, not in the way Viktor was or atleast thought he was. It was just a way to pass the time, to pretend like the space between them didn’t feel like it was widening with every ignored request. He understood, of course. Viktor had his priorities, but that didn’t make it any easier.

The sound of Viktor’s chair scraping across the floor echoed through the lab, followed by the faint thud of his cane tapping against the ground as he slowly rose to his feet. Jayce didn’t pay it any mind at first, still lost in his scribbles, the dull scratch of the pen against paper the only sound that kept him tethered to the moment. But then Viktor’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and deliberate. "Jayce," he said, it made Jayce look up, his gaze meeting Viktor's. There was something in his eyes, an unspoken weight, that caught Jayce’s attention. He felt his heart skip a beat. 

“Come on.” Viktor said nodding his head over to the door, refusing to make eye contact. Jayce’s eyes lit up, excitement flooding his chest as he rushed to his feet. Without a second thought, his heart racing as he grabbed Viktor’s coat from the back of his chair. His hands were almost too eager as he helped Viktor slip it on, carefully adjusting the collar and smoothing it down with quick, practiced movements. In the same breath, he pulled his own coat on, fumbling slightly with the buttons. Jayce threw his hat and gloves on, quickly grabbing the hot cocoa he brought for the both of them handing Viktor his, the warmth melting into their hands. 

The cold bit into Viktor’s skin as they made their way through the town, the icy air stinging his nose with each breath, a sharp discomfort he couldn’t quite shake. At times, it hurt to breathe, but he pushed the sensation aside, focusing on the rhythmic tapping of his cane and the sound of Jayce’s voice. Jayce chattered on about everything and nothing, his words flowing easily as they walked side by side, the familiar cadence of his voice a comforting constant. Viktor didn’t interrupt, didn’t always reply—his thoughts often drifting between the warmth of the moment and the chill in his bones—but he was listening, always listening. Even when his silence made it seem like he wasn’t, he caught every word, every inflection, every hint of emotion in Jayce’s tone. It was the way he was—silent, but ever-present.

Jayce had always been like that—full of passion, his energy spilling into everything he did. Whether it was a new idea, a wild theory, or just the simple joy of walking through the town, Jayce’s enthusiasm was contagious. Viktor couldn’t help but love that about him. It was as if Jayce was always searching for something, always chasing the next spark of inspiration, and it made the world feel a little brighter, a little more alive. As they continued walking, Viktor finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the flurry of thoughts. "So, where are we going first?" he asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Jayce’s smile widened, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievousness. "No real plan," he said with a shrug. "Just thought we’d see where the night takes us." The uncertainty in his words only seemed to make the idea more exciting, and Viktor found himself smiling in return, ready to follow wherever Jayce led.

Jayce fell into a comfortable silence, his gaze shifting to Viktor every now and again. He watched him with a quiet intensity, taking in the way Viktor’s cane tapped against the ground with each step, the subtle furrow in his brow, the way his coat flared out around his shoulders. Every little detail, every movement, seemed to captivate him. Jayce loved the quiet strength Viktor carried, the way his presence filled the space without needing to say anything. It wasn’t just Viktor’s brilliance or his gruff exterior—it was everything about him, from the smallest twitch of his fingers to the rare moments when his guard would slip, showing a glimpse of the man beneath. Jayce’s heart warmed, his thoughts drifting, not needing to fill the silence, just content in the moment of simply being near him.

As they neared the small, cozy café tucked along the corner of the street, Jayce’s stomach let out a soft growl, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced at Viktor, a playful glint in his eye. "What do you think? Could we maybe stop here for a bite?" he asked, the warmth of the café’s glow spilling out into the cold air, tempting him with the promise of something familiar and comforting. Viktor slowed his pace, his gaze lingering on the café for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. He considered the idea, the practical part of him weighing the time they could lose and the work that still needed to be done. But then, he glanced over at Jayce, the eager look in his eyes, and something shifted. He sighed softly, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I suppose it wouldn’t hurt," he murmured, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "But just for a quick break.I need to sit down anyway"Viktor said looking away as the walked over to the café 

As they stepped into the warmth of the café, the smell of freshly baked pastries and strong coffee enveloped them, a welcome relief from the biting cold outside. Jayce quickly looked around and spotted a small table by the window. With a subtle gesture, he signaled Viktor to take a seat. Viktor didn’t need any further encouragement, his tired body grateful for the respite. Jayce was already moving toward the counter, his mind already set on what Viktor would want. They had been partners long enough for Jayce to know his order, every small detail. Without a word, he placed their order—Viktor’s usual black coffee, no sugar, and a warm pastry—and paid before bringing the drinks and food back over to the table.

Sitting down across from Viktor, Jayce set the food down gently, his eyes glancing over Viktor’s face, looking for any sign of how he was feeling. Viktor didn’t say much, as usual, but Jayce could see the subtle relaxation in his posture. He smiled as he pushed the coffee toward Viktor, the warmth of the cup almost mirroring the warmth that settled between them. Jayce took a sip of his own drink, watching Viktor as he took his first sip. There was something comforting in these simple moments, in the way they shared a quiet routine that felt like home, despite all the chaos of their work. "Just how you like it," Jayce said softly, his voice carrying a hint of affection.

Viktor took a careful sip of his coffee, blowing on the surface first to cool it. The warmth of the drink was a comfort against the lingering chill in his bones, and he savored the moment of quiet. The soft glow of streetlights flickered on, signaling the approaching evening, the tree lighting drawing closer. Viktor glanced up briefly, his mind shifting to the small but important event ahead, though his attention never strayed far from Jayce.

Jayce, however, wasn’t thinking about the tree lighting just yet. He took a slow sip of his cocoa, his gaze drifting back to Viktor. It made Jayce pause. He admired him in these moments, when he wasn’t focused on the task at hand, but simply existing. Jayce’s eyes lingered on Viktor for a moment longer than usual, his thoughts swirling, and the intensity of his stare seemed to catch Viktor off guard. The silence stretched, and Viktor, feeling the weight of Jayce’s gaze, glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow in quiet question. "What?" Viktor asked, his voice low, a touch of amusement mixed with curiosity. Jayce’s gaze shifted quickly, but the soft flush on his face told Viktor everything he needed to know.

“I’m uh” Jayce thought for a moment trying the best way to find his words. The fact that Viktor had agreed to come with him to the tree lighting this year was settling deep in his chest. It meant more to him than he could express—this simple tradition, this moment that had always felt like a little piece of home, and now Viktor was here to share it with him. Jayce looked away for a moment, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat, a soft smile tugging at his lips despite the wave of emotion. He couldn’t help but feel grateful, knowing that Viktor, despite everything, was by his side, choosing to be part of something that held so much significance.

He cleared his throat softly, glancing down at the ground before his voice lowered, tinged with a mix of nostalgia and quiet sadness. "Before my dad died," Jayce began, the words almost hesitant, "he’d always take me and my mom to see the tree, every year without fail." His eyes grew distant as memories surfaced, the warmth of those times now bittersweet. "But after he passed, that tradition kind of... fell through. It didn’t feel the same, you know?" He paused, taking a slow breath before continuing. "Once I got older, I started going again, on my own. It was my way of holding onto something, even if it wasn’t quite the same without him." Jayce shifted his gaze back to Viktor, his expression softening. "That’s why I always asked you, Viktor. You’re... you’re such an important part of my life, and I wanted you to share it with me. But I’d never force you." The sincerity in his voice lingered in the air, a quiet weight between them. “So I guess, I’m just really happy you decided to come this year” 

Viktor sat in silence, the words Jayce spoke settling heavily in the air between them. His heart began to pick up pace, each beat more pronounced than the last as the weight of Jayce’s confession pressed down on him. He could feel his breath hitch, a tightness forming in his chest as he struggled to keep his composure. The vulnerability in Jayce’s voice, the quiet pain mixed with passion, hit Viktor harder than he had expected. He didn’t know what to say, how to respond, as the intensity of the moment swept over him. His fingers tightened around his cup, his mind racing, trying to make sense of everything—of what Jayce had shared, and what it meant for them. Viktor’s throat felt tight, the words he wanted to say caught somewhere deep inside, lost in the overwhelming rush of emotions Jayce’s trust had stirred. “I” viktor choked on his words

“I’m sorry Jayce, if I would have known I would have come sooner” Viktor said he felt horrible, all these years pushing it away, for some selfish bullshit? When all Jayce wanted was his company. Jayce, noticing the shift in Viktor’s expression, quickly brushed it off with a light laugh, trying to ease the tension. "Don’t worry about it," he said, offering a casual shrug as if to dismiss the weight of his own words. "The fact that you decided to come with me this year, on your own, that’s what really matters. It makes it all the more special, honestly. It’s not about what I said, it’s about you being here, choosing to be part of it." His voice softened as he met Viktor’s eyes, his smile gentle but full of meaning. "That’s what I wanted. For you to be here, because you wanted to, not because of anything else." He let out a small breath, feeling the air between them lighten just a bit, though the depth of his emotions still lingered in his chest.

Jayce gazed out the window, the light was fading, and with it, the moment to get a good spot for the tree lighting was slipping away. He turned to Viktor, his expression soft but eager. " You wanna head out?" he asked, his voice filled with quiet excitement. "I’ll ask for a bag for your pastry so we can get a good spot for the lighting." He glanced at Viktor for a response.

Viktor looked up at him, his gaze following Jayce’s to the window for a moment before meeting his eyes. The subtle shift in his expression told Jayce all he needed to know—that Viktor was, in fact, ready. A small nod from Viktor and Jayce couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. It was more than just the event that had him excited; it was the fact that they were sharing this tradition, the simple joy of being together, the creating of new memories while holding onto the old. He stood, gathering their things without a second thought, the warmth between them palpable as they prepared to head out.

As Jayce and Viktor approached the town square, the sight of so many people gathered around the massive tree took Viktor by surprise. The crowd was far bigger than he had anticipated, people standing shoulder to shoulder, filling the area with chatter and excitement. He could feel the buzz in the air, the energy growing as the moment neared. Together, they made their way through the people, Jayce leading the way, searching for a spot that would offer them a clear view. But Viktor, moving slowly beside him, wasn’t so sure. He could feel his pulse quicken as they weaved through the crowd, his cane tapping unevenly against the pavement. The sheer number of people around him, the tightness of the space—it was too much. The last thing he wanted was to be jostled or bumped in a crowd that was already growing restless.

Jayce noticed Viktor’s demeanor almost immediately. His movements became more tense, his eyes scanning the crowd, and Jayce could feel the unease radiating off him. Without saying a word, he stopped for a moment and placed a reassuring hand on Viktor’s shoulder. His touch was light but firm, a silent promise that everything would be okay. "It’s alright," Jayce said softly, his voice full of warmth and understanding. "We’re almost there. Just stick with me, alright?" He gave Viktor a small smile, hoping to ease some of the tension. Viktor glanced over at him, and though there was still a flicker of apprehension in his eyes, he nodded, allowing himself to lean into Jayce’s calm presence as they continued through the crowd.

They finally reached a spot not far from the front of the tree, a small space where they could stand together and get a clear view without feeling completely swallowed by the crowd. Jayce looked around, scanning the area for any signs of discomfort in Viktor, but there was only a brief moment of hesitation before Viktor relaxed, settling in beside him. The air had grown colder as the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon, a chill creeping in that made both of them huddle closer together. Jayce shifted slightly, his shoulder brushing against Viktor’s, the simple contact grounding them both in the moment. They stood there in silence, watching the workers finalize the last tweaks to the tree’s lights.

Viktor couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in Jayce’s eyes, the excitement that had been building up all evening finally shining through. There was something endearing about the way Jayce’s face lit up in the glow of the preparations, his entire energy filled with a quiet, contagious joy. Viktor found himself smiling to himself, his heart giving a small, unexpected flutter. He had never been one to express his feelings easily, but in that moment, watching Jayce so happy, so alive in this simple tradition, he realized how deeply he cared for him—how much he loved him. Viktor felt warmth flooding his chest. It wasn’t just the tree or the occasion; it was Jayce, and in this moment, that was all that mattered.

As the minutes stretched on, the chill in the air seemed to intensify, seeping into Viktor’s bones. He could feel his teeth beginning to chatter ever so slightly as the cold clung to his skin, despite the coat he had on. His hands, exposed to the wind, were particularly vulnerable, and he found himself blowing into them repeatedly, trying to warm them up. But it wasn’t enough. He shifted uncomfortably, glancing sideways at Jayce, who was standing beside him, seemingly unaffected by the growing cold. Viktor wasn’t one to complain, but he couldn’t help the way his body was reacting to the biting wind. His breath puffed out in short, visible bursts as he tried to keep his composure, feeling the weight of the cold on his shoulders.

Jayce, without a word, reached up and pulled the warm knit hat from his head, placing it gently on Viktor’s. Viktor blinked in surprise, his first instinct to protest, but before he could, Jayce was already pulling off his gloves. "Take them," Jayce said firmly, holding the gloves out to Viktor. "I’m fine. You need them more." Viktor opened his mouth to argue, but the look in Jayce’s eyes left no room for refusal. Reluctantly, Viktor took the gloves, the warmth of them a welcome relief. Jayce’s smile was soft, filled with that quiet affection that Viktor cherished, and he found himself unable to deny the comfort in those small gestures. For a moment, Viktor simply stood there, the gloves snug on his hands, the warmth from Jayce’s actions settling into his chest as much as it did his fingers.

As the cold continued to press in around them, Jayce and Viktor instinctively moved closer, drawn together not only by the biting chill but by the quiet need for each other's presence. Jayce’s arm brushed against Viktor’s, the heat of their bodies becoming a small comfort in the midst of the crisp night air. Viktor, usually reserved and distant in these kinds of moments, found himself leaning in slightly, feeling the warmth radiating from Jayce. They didn’t speak, but in the shared silence, they both seemed to understand what the other needed—just a little proximity, a little closeness to stave off the cold and the tension. They were wrapped up in the moment, but it wasn’t just the impending lighting of the tree that made them feel this way; it was the simple, quiet connection they shared, a steady reassurance.

The countdown began, and Viktor’s attention snapped to the tree, his focus entirely consumed by the moment. The crowd around them counted down in unison, the excitement building in the air, and as the final numbers were shouted, the tree was lit in an explosion of light. The brilliant colors and shimmering ornaments made the whole town square seem alive with magic. Viktor stood frozen for a moment, staring in awe at the display, his thoughts briefly lost in the spectacle of it all. Yet, as the lights danced before them, Jayce wasn’t looking at the lights at all. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Viktor. All day Jayce had been waiting for this moment, though he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Jayces breath caught in his chest as he saw the glisten in Viktors gaze, reflecting the colors of the lights full of something deeper—something Jayce didn’t have the words for.

 It was only when Jayce’s hand gently wrapped around Viktor’s, causing Viktor to turn toward him, their eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken understanding. Their hands intertwined naturally, the simple touch feeling like an anchor. Their hearts raced, the connection between them suddenly so vivid, so real. “Thank you” Jayce said repeating what he said earlier but this time it was different.

Jayce didn’t break their gaze as he felt the weight of the moment settle in between them. The flickering lights of the tree illuminated their faces, casting soft shadows that only added to the intimacy of the moment. With his hand still wrapped around Viktor’s, Jayce’s voice was quieter now, almost as if the words needed to be carefully placed. “ for coming with me tonight,” he said, his tone softer than before. “I know you didn’t have to, but it really... means a lot.” He paused for a moment, his heart beating a little faster, the words hanging in the air, and a subtle truth slipped out, something he hadn’t meant to say but couldn’t keep inside. “I guess it’s just... it feels different this time, being here with you. .” He didn’t elaborate further, letting the weight of those words hang in the space between them, his eyes searching Viktor’s, hoping that Viktor would understand.

Viktor’s breath caught in his throat at the underlying meaning of Jayce’s words. His heart raced as he processed the confession, the quiet vulnerability in Jayce’s voice sending a shock through him. Viktor had never been one for crazy expression of emotion, but the weight of what Jayce had just said hit him harder than expected. He blinked, his pulse quickening, but the shock gave way to understanding as he realized that Jayce’s words were more than just gratitude—they were an unspoken admission, something deeper. His eyes softened, his mind racing, but it was Jayce’s unwavering gaze that kept him grounded. He knew what this was, and despite the swirl of emotions inside him, there was no mistaking it. it was love. He took a slow breath, heart still pounding, but when he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper, “I’m glad I’m here with you, Jayce. More than you might think.”

The subtle confession hung in the air between them, and for a moment, neither of them said anything more. Viktor's words, simple but true, carried their own weight, but there was a quiet shift in the way they both stood there, together, in the soft glow of the lights. Jayce’s heart swelled at Viktor’s response, at the understanding that passed between them. In that very moment, the connection they shared was something neither of them had truly put into words until now. The night, the lights, the crowd—they all faded. 

Jayce’s heart surged with emotion, and before he could even process the thought, the words spilled out of him, a chaotic blend of affection and urgency. “I love you, Viktor,” he blurted, the words tumbling out in a flurry. “It’s—like, it’s not just tonight, or just this moment, it’s everything, all the small things and the big ones, the way you stand there all quiet but you still listen, how you’re here with me even when you don’t have to be, how I’ve always needed you in ways I didn’t know how to say. It’s just—, it’s all of it. Every little thing about you makes me feel like I’ve got the world right here, in my chest, just—pounding away at me. I didn’t—didn’t want to keep it inside anymore and maybe I don’t even know the full of it, but the one thing I do know Is I love you.” His words came out in a jumble. 

Viktor stood there, watching the raw, unfiltered passion spilling out of Jayce, and for a moment, he simply let it wash over him. When Jayce finally fell silent, Viktor let out a soft breath, his lips curling into a faint, tender smile. His voice, when it came, was steady but warm, carrying a quiet intensity that matched his gaze. “Jayce,” he began, his tone gentle yet deliberate, “you’ve always had this way of filling a room, of making everything seem brighter just by being in it. I... I’ve never been good with words, not the way you are, but I need you to know—what I feel for you, it’s not something fleeting or uncertain. It’s steady, like the way you stand beside me no matter how difficult I can be. It’s something I’ve known for a while now, something that’s grown with every moment we’ve shared. You are... so much more to me than I think you realize. And if I haven’t said it before, I’m saying it now. I love you, Jayce. Entirely, and without hesitation.” His words were quiet, but they carried a weight that matched the sincerity in his eyes. 

As they stood there, the first soft flakes of snow began to fall, drifting lazily from the sky. Viktor tilted his head upward, his breath visible in the cold air, as the tiny crystals landed on his hair and shoulders. Jayce chuckled, a low, infectious sound looking at viktor with a grin. “Looks like we’re getting the perfect ending to the night,” he said, his voice filled with quiet joy. Viktor let out a rare, soft laugh, shaking his head slightly as more snowflakes caught in his curls. “It does seem fitting,” he replied, his tone light, a small smile tugging at his lips. The two of them moving closer together as Viktors head falls on Jayces shoulder. 

The snowflakes sparkle, creating a blanket of shimmering white that muffles the noise of the world, replacing it with a serene silence. A silence that Viktor had finally come to cherish, not for its emptiness, not because the world had quieted, but because the noise inside him had. For the first time in a long while, standing there with Jayce, he felt a stillness—a comfort—that made the cold night feel warm.

@allicat0 . . Signing off

[allicat0]

hello!!

i was wondering if you could maybe please write a senator padmè amidala x fem!reader?

maybe the reader is also a senator and while they are in padmè’s office working together they… 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✂️👅😺💦 (however you wanna do it)

love your star wars fics 🫶🫶

Natural Relaxant

ans: Thank you so much for the request, and of course! I love this idea so much and had a lot of fun with it!

Summary: You and Padme have been restricted to keep your love a secret, with both of you being Senators it would be deemed unacceptable to the public. So when Padme had been a little on edge as of recent, you decided to help her release some of it, in the privacy of her office. (takes place before order 66, Obviously)

Content: MDNI, 18+, girl on girl, afab reader, making out, fingering, praise, oral sex, eating out.

A/N: sorry for the late posts! I have many requests!! But please keep requesting I love writing! Again sorry for any grammar or punctuation mistakes.

The Galactic Senate, also referred to as the Congress of the Republic, is composed of Senators from various Planets and Star systems all across the Galaxy. Being presided over by Supreme Chancellor Palpateine. The Senate helps resolve disputes between the varying Planets, following strict laws and regulations that are necessary to help keep the Republic from falling. Being a Senator came with a large responsibility, a large responsibility came with a lot of work, and a lot of work took up a lot of your time. You knew what you signed up for when Garm bel Iblis, Senator of Corellia, asked you to take over his position within the Galactic Senate. You had been by his side for years as his right hand, working as his assistant. You proved your loyalty for not only him but for the Planet of Corellia, he trusted you, proving your right for Senator. 

You’ve been in the Senate for a few years now, creating peace and union between Corellia and the many other Planets across the Galaxy, learning how to benefit from one another, helping Corellia flourish stronger than ever. One of the many Planets being Naboo, run by Senator Padme Amidala, she was kind and it helped that the two of you followed the same beliefs when it came to politics. When you first pitched the idea for Naboo and Corellia to create a union, you promised that Corellia would send food supplies over to Naboo, in exchange for protection through association. Senator Amidala was quick to take the offer especially due to Naboo’s trade blockade which was designed to ruin them. Naboo was left helpless after Sanandrassa had held to a policy of isolation which unwittingly assisted Sidious' plans to weaken Naboo, depleting its stocks of food, leaving its people in danger of starvation and by blockading Naboo they were effectively starving the planet’s people of basic needs such as food, in order to obtain a main source of income as well as power. So when you offered to help the people of Naboo rather than rob them dry of their planet’s core, Senator Amidala was more than eager to agree to the alliance of Corellia and Naboo. 

Having made this union, the two of you have spent many days, and countless hours working alongside each other, creating not only a partnership but a new found friendship. You enjoyed her company and there was no denying that she enjoyed your company just as much, working with each other never felt like a chore, never felt like a burden on either of your shoulders, dare you say it was rather fun. The bond you shared was like no other, eventually you found yourself sparking these forbidden feelings that never once should have come to fruition. It wasn’t long before these feelings became desires, dreaming and waiting on the day the two of you could act on one another, but having the title in the Political world that the two of you had, it would never be deemed acceptable. So the two of you decided that you would keep your romantic feelings towards each other a secret from the rest of the Galaxy, in hopes to keep the love you had for each other alive as long as possible.

So here you were inside Padme’s office on her home Planet Naboo, discussing new plans to expand your treaty out to other Planets across the Galaxy, creating a larger fondation to your agreements. You wanted nothing more to help Padme ensure the safety of her people, no matter the cost. “I believe it may be smart to reach out to Lothal to help give you a free shipment of Blastech weaponry for your guards here on Naboo.” You said sitting on the edge of Padme’s desk looking down at her holographic grid, with every union she has made for Naboo. Padme’s hand rested on her chin, she was thinking hard, what she was thinking, you wished you knew but you knew it would be something selfless as always. “I will not bring chaos into my home, Naboo is meant to hold peace and serenity. . I can’t do that by making my people worry about the loads of weaponry we have on stand-by.” She said sternly not lifting her eyes at you. 

“I understand that Padme, but how are you going to keep your people safe if another attack like Nute Gunray’s happens again.” You raised your voice to her, you were frustrated, Padme wouldn’t open her mind to the bigger picture, she needed to understand that these reinforcements would become handy incase of another attack. Her eyes finally looked up to face you, you felt your heart skip a beat as you lifted yourself off her desk and walked over to her. “Look Padme, I’m just trying to help create a solution to keep the people of Naboo safe, to keep you safe!” 

“I can Handle my own safety” She was quick to nip back at you. It was true she could handle herself just fine, she was a strong leader, who knew how to defend her ground but you could never help but worry. “ I didn’t mean to suggest you alone need protection, my love.” You said softly, gently resting your hands on her hips. “ I just get worried. I wanna protect you, but there is only so much I alone can do. I'm no soldier, or jedi.” You watched as her eyes softened at her words. “I know it’s just” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “It’s all so much” Seeing her stressed like this made you unsettled, there were only very few moments where you’ve seen Padme on edge. “Well maybe you need to just step away for a moment and. . clear your mind.” You said striking the question. Her head tilted a small grin creeping across her face. “And what is it you may be implying?” she asked, cocking her brow. “I believe we both know what I have in mind.” You felt Padme’s arms wrap around your neck pulling you down closer to her face. “Oh really? Perhaps you should show me” 

You leaned down, lips brushing against hers. “Say no more” and just like that you closed the gap between you and Padme planting a firm but gentle kiss against her lips. Her hands entangled through your hair and the grip on her hips pulled her close. Her touch was intoxicating, she was your drug and you couldn’t get enough. Your kisses began to trail along her jaw and down her neck, making trails of kisses against her soft skin. Padme let a soft moan as she bit down on her bottom lip gently, as your hands trailed up her shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing her breasts, causing her nipples to harden from the cold hitting against her skin. Reaching down your mouth latches over one of her breasts, your tongue swirling around her nipple. You made sure to switch between the two giving both of her breasts the care and attention they needed. Padme felt a shiver shot down her spine, pleasure coursing through her body, she was aching for attention, she wanted more. As your lips free her breasts, you grab her hips once more guiding her over to her desk, lifting her up just enough so she is sitting on top of her desk, Padme’s legs wrapping around your waist pulling you in tight. Your lips find hers once again, your tongue pushing past her lips, lapping with hers. Your free hand made its way down and in between her legs, dragging your hand along her clothed pussy causing Padme to break free of the kiss with a gasp, a trail of saliva breaking at your separation. “Tell me what you want Padme” You said to her sternly, your hand still rubbing against her core. Looking up at you with her pleading eyes she let out in a faint whisper. “Please, touch me” 

A smile grew across your face as your fingers hooked to the hem of both her pants and panties pulling them down revealing her wet pussy. Your head slowly dips down, as you rested on your knees, reaching your hands out and spreading her legs apart. You started gently running your fingers along the inside of her thigh, lightly tracing circles near her core, causing Padme to shiver. You could feel her arousal building up, leaning in as you kissed the inner part of her thighs, your lips leaving a trail of soft kisses as you moved closer to her pussy. you gently blew a warm breath across her sensitive area, making Padme gasp slightly. Your tongue darted out, flicking her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She let out a moan, pleased with her reaction, you continued and picked up the pace. 

Your tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of her folds, lapping up her wetness with enthusiasm. Your hands caressed Padme’s thighs, occasionally squeezing them, while you also brushed your thumb against her entrance, teasing her further. Your pace increased the louder she moaned, arching her back in pleasure. You knew exactly how to push her closer to the edge. you felt as she squirmed beneath you, needy and desperate for release. A wicked smile spread across your face, enjoying her reactions. Padme's hips bucked, pushing herself against your mouth. Pulling away with a smirk you look up at her “not yet my love” You whispered, your hot breath falling against her pussy. You could feel her orgasm approaching, you took your index and middle finger and slowly slid them inside her, feeling her walls tighten around your fingers. Your movements were slow and deliberate as you pumped your fingers into her. “Fuck. . more” Padme let out a whine, and so you complied adding a third finger stretching her open feeling as her wetness continued to coat your fingers.

As you continued to thrust your fingers into her, your thumb rubbed against her clit, applying just the right amount of pleasure. Padme arched her back, trying to push your fingers deeper inside. “Please, I want to cum” She moaned out to you. You began to pick up the pace, your head reaching down once again, tongue lapping her clit as your fingers continued to pump into her. “Are you close, my love?” You asked, the vibration of your words hitting against her clit. Padme nodded her head, being unable to speak. “Then cum for me” you commanded, your fingers keeping a steady pace. 

It wasn’t long before her orgasm hit her like a wave, her walls gripping around your fingers tightly. Once she finally came down from her high, You slipped your fingers out of her pussy and made your way up to her face planting a kiss against her lips once more, her legs wrapped around you holding you close, her lips molding perfectly against your own. Pulling away with a smirk you look down at her before giving her one last quick kiss. “God I love you” you said to her, your smile spreading wide across your face. “ I love you too.” She returned the smile, her hand coming up to cup your face, her thumb caressing your cheek, as she spoke softly. “Now, we have business to attend to.”

@allicat0 signing off. .

[allicat0]

hi there! i absolutely loved ur other fan fic even tho i didn’t know the character. made my pussy throb. anywho 😊 just seeing if u are able to write a gojo x reader, perhaps him being older ( older brothers bsf, teacher, etc. ) i also would love to see some discreet public sexy time. ( classroom, movie theatre, pool… i love fucking hot tubs and pools…) thank you so much!😜✌️🎀

Our little secret

Ans: thank you so much for the support, and of course! I’m so excited to write my take on Gojo! Hope you like it!!

Summary: University au! You're working along side your thesis advisor Gojo in hopes to working closer to your ambitions for the future. But being a university student, costs are high and money is low. So to be able to keep up with your school you have a little gig on the side.

Content: MDNI, 18+, abaf reader, smut, forced proximity, dubcon, oral, penetrative sex, domination, degradation, praise, making out, rough sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, teacher/student relations, dominant Gojo, submissive reader

A/N: I apologize if not all of my historical information its 100% correct, I did do a little research for it to make as much sense as I could. I also apologize for any word vomited, grammar, or punctuation errors. I was up till 2am writing. but hope you enjoy!

You had been given the opportunity to have Satoru Gojo, head professor of the History department as your Thesis advisor. It was all still a little unreal to you, but you couldn't be more grateful. You have spent countless hours with one another, early mornings and late nights, doing your best to progress with your latest research proposal.  “The Villa of the Papyri” you said, placing your stack of papers down onto Gojos desk. “Now that surely is a pretty big project your-” He began to reply before you quickly cut him off “I understand it’s a lot, and that most of the contents inside got destroyed but there are over two thousand lost scrolls that reside inside that structure. There could be so many answers about the lost city of Herculaneum that those scrolls could contain!” Your look was genuine. . and so full of hope that he just couldn't say no. 

As weeks passed, you still had no leads. Weeks turned into, months, and months turned into a year, endlessly working alongside Gojo. Despite your research not flourishing as much as you had hoped, your relationship with your professor grew more than you expected. It didn’t feel like work, it was tolerable to be around eachother, it didn’t feel like he had some weird authority complex over you, you were comfortable, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself some feeling for your professor began to form and you wished nothing would come in between that. .until something did.

Being a university student, especially in the department you're in, funds are high and since you were usually busy researching all day, you had a hard time getting a stable job that worked around your harsh schedule. The school did pay you money to go through with this research but it was barely enough to buy you a loaf of bread and toilet paper. You needed money to survive and things were getting a little tight, so you thought working at your local club didn’t sound like a horrible idea. . as a dancer. 

Zafrio, is one of the more popular clubs in the area, but they worked well around your schedule, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays every week. The pay was beautiful, every penny you made on that stage was yours to keep, on top of that you also got your bi-weekly pay which 10% of it went through tip - out to the servers, but you weren’t complaining. On average you made at least four hundred dollars a night, but on good days you would rack up closer to a thousand. 

Tonight was your Saturday shift, the busier one out of the three. As you were getting ready backstage a familiar face walked into the club, the club was packed full of people, he made his way through the crowd, brushing past people shoulder to shoulder, getting closer to the main stage. Now he didn’t come here often but when he did, it was every Saturday at eleven, to see you and only you perform. He used having a large crowd to his advantage as he was often hidden, so you seeing him was never a concern of his. How he found out about your little side job was not intentional, he just happened to stumble into the club with some of his friends one night, and there you were working. Gojo was beyond intrigued, so ever since that day he’d been coming to watch you perform, he didn’t know why he came back, but all he knew was that he started thinking of you in ways he’d never dare think of before. 

Your stage name gets called and there you are, walking out onto the stage over to the pole, beginning your number for the whole club. Cheers filled your ears, watching the money fall onto the stage, the serotonin that pumped through your body was unbelievable and he watched, every. Last. second. His eyes never leaving you or your body. The way your hips sway to the music, it was like he was in a trance. 

As you finish your number your eyes fall out to the crowd, adjusting from the bright stage lights shining up at you. You start to strut off and out the corner of your eye, you see. . no it couldn’t be. What was he doing here?? Your heart rate began to pick up. What was your professor doing here?! You quickly rushed the rest of the off stage. Did he just see you perform? Your mind was rushing at a million miles a second. 

You arrived backstage and looked in the mirror, your mind began to spiral and your heart picked up its pace, that was totally him, there was no denying it. “Is everything alright?” one of your fellow dancers came over to see if you were okay as they noticed you were panicking. “Yah.  .yah i'm fine” you said to put your clothes on and packed all your belongings. “Something came up and I really need to go, please let the boss know I’m sorry.” You knew all of the money you got from that dance would be taken care of by your boss, and were quick to leave, walking out to your car and heading home. 

Monday finally rolled around and you were on your way to Gojos' office to start work. If it were any other day you would be eager to get back to work after a weekend break, but today wasn’t any other day. The events of Saturday night still loomed in the back of your mind, you didn’t want to admit it but you were scared to face Gojo, how were you supposed to just act normal after that night?!

You opened the door to the office and plastered a smile onto your face and there he was sitting at his desk. “Good morning professor.” you said, making your way into the room, closing the door behind you. “Good morning, how was your weekend?” he asked, his eyebrow slightly arching with the question. You felt a lump form in your throat forcing it down before speaking. “Ah, it was quite relaxing,” you said trying to cut the conversation. “I'm surprised, you spend your weekends working do you not?” his head tilted ever so slightly, a smirk forming in the corner of his lips. He knew what he was doing and he knew you saw him that night. 

You froze in place for just a moment, “i'm not sure I know what you mean” Gojo looked at you right in your eyes, leaning forward so his elbows were resting on his knees. “I think you and I both know what I mean” your breath hitched, there was no going back, there was no avoiding this. You watched as Gojo sat up from his chair and made his way around his desk. Leaning against this chair and resting his ass against it he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Well. . am I wrong?” This was it, your career was over, there was no way you would be able to recover from something like this, you knew the risks and yet you still took the chance, now look where it got you. 

You could feel yourself trying to choke but in the coming years, you were trying your best to keep yourself together. “Now you know there's no reason to lie to me. .” Gojo pushed himself off the desk and made his way towards you, your eyes never leaving him. He walked behind you, leaving your sight, but you could feel him looming over you. “Professor look, moneys been low and.” his hot breath suddenly hit against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” His words were soft. 

Your shoulders tensed as he placed his hands on them “Is this okay? Can I touch you here?” Gojo let out softly once more, you simply nodded your head being speechless. His hands began travelling down stopping right at your hips. “You know. .I have a confession of my own. Ever since I found out about your secret endeavours. . I haven’t been able to stop going back. . I can’t stop thinking about you in ways I shouldn’t.” He choked out, Gojo was doing his absolute best to keep himself at bay. 

“Really?” you said, sounding surprised, his words were making your stomach flutter. As much as you wanted to deny this as wrong and unprofessional there was a recurring curious thought that wanted to find out more, what exactly was he thinking. “The thought drives me crazy” the hold he had on your hips gets tighter, but you move away from his grip, turning around to face him. His eyes were drawing you in like never before, you couldn’t describe it, but his gaze was full of pure lust. 

You bit down on your lips, you were unsure what to do, act professional or. . no what were you thinking! “Darling,” Gojo said, snapping you out of your thoughts. His hands coming up and cupping your face, his thumb trailing softly against your cheek. “Gojo I. .” You stood there speechless. “This is unprofessional.” You try to centre your thoughts “I think we’re long past that.” he said his hand never leaving your cheek. His face leaned down his lips inches from yours “if you want me to stop then tell me, I want you to be okay with this” you looked up at him through your lashes nodding your head ever so slightly. “Please. .don’t stop” you let out quietly just enough for him to hear you. 

Next thing you know you felt Gojo’s lips press against yours, lips moulding with one another. His kiss was delicate, but carried so much passion and lust behind every movement. Your mind continued to spiral at every given minute, but you didn’t want to stop, you wanted more. Gojo’s hands travelled down before taking your ass in his hands giving it a squeeze as he continued to kiss you. 

His tongue slipped past your lips and moved with yours, but it didn’t last long as he was quick to pull away to catch a breath. His head moved to your neck planting firm kisses against your neck as his hands made their way up your shirt, cupping your breast in the process massaging them as he continued to place his markings down your neck. “You’re fucking gorgeous” his voice was breathy, against your skin.

Gojo guided you over to his desk, turning you around to your back facing him. His hands lingered at the hem of your pants, thinking for a moment before he pulled both your pants and underwear down revealing your slick pussy. Gojo went down onto his knees to get a better view, his hand trailing up and down pushing in between your folds, slowly sticking his middle and ring finger deep into your pussy, causing a moan to escape your lips. “What if someone hears us?” you asked nervously. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly watching how your pussy swallowed his fingers “let them” he said. 

The speed of his fingers began to pick up the pace causing soft moans to escape through the seam of your lips. Gojo pulled his fingers out of you, spreading your legs open enough to lodge his head in between your thighs, dragging his tongue against your pussy. As you lay there leaning over his desk, gasping for breath, Gojo tasted every inch of you, savouring the sweetness of your flesh, he knew exactly where to touch, how to caress, driving you further into the realm of ecstasy. Your hips would involuntarily push back into him as he lapped his tongue over your clit, exploring every curve and crevice, bringing you to the edge of climax. It was almost painful, the anticipation and desire building within you, but you wouldn't trade this exquisite torture for anything else. 

As you were nearing release Gojo pulled away standing up, quickly unbuckling his pants to unveil his already hard twitching cock eager to pound into you. He held the base of his cock, dragging the tip in between your wet folds, before slowly pushing himself into you, causing a groan to escape from the back of his throat. His hands grabbing onto your hips, he began to slowly move his hips watching your pussy swallow his cock. “You feel so fucking good” he said as he began to pick up the pace. Your hand moved up to your mouth blocking out the moans leaving your lips, doing your very best to stay quiet enough so others wouldn’t hear your lewd sounds. Gojo’s thrusts became rough, his hand releasing your hip entangling his fingers through your hair tugging on it as he pounded into you. “You’re such a good girl, taking me so well”. 

As Gojo continued to thrust deep into you, you felt yourself coming closer to the edge once again, the knot building up in your stomach from him constantly hitting your G-spot. Your free hand moved down in between your legs and moved rapidly against your clit. “ you gonna cum on my cock baby?” He asked you, smirking down at you, how he enjoyed the sight. You let out a moan as your legs do their best to hold themselves up through your orgasm, Gojo was close, you could feel his cock pulsating inside of you. His thrust was becoming sloppy and out of rhythm. With a few more thrusts he quickly pulled out of you, his hot cum hitting against your back “fuck” he said out of breath looking down at the mess he made, but god it was fucking hot.

His body pressed up against your own, planting a soft kiss against your shoulder. Moving the hair away from your neck and planting them slowly against your neck as well, he let out a light groan, the vibration of his hot breath against your skin made you shiver. “Let's get you cleaned up baby” Gojo said, going back to his cocky smug voice once again. “Oh and. .lets keep this our little secret alright?”

@allicat0 signing off. .

[allicat0]

i loved your poe fic!

could you write a fic with captain rex maybe

one with a female jedi reader who sucks him off in a storage closet while they try not to get found out by the rest of the 501st

and maybe the helmet stays on…

Swear you’ll never tell

♡ Ans: Thank you so much, that’s so kind! Also, totally! I’ll give it my best shot, thanks so much for requesting btw.

♡ Summary: when you and a certain Clone meet every now and again to help each other out you must commence in secrecy. (Also I made captain Rex a little mean in this one, which I know isn’t exactly him. But I think of his sternness is more job driven)

♡ Content: MDNI, 18+, afab, smut, blowjobs, face-fucking, oral, praise, Hand-job,

♡ A/N: okay because I was kicking my feet giggling while writing this, I love captain Rex! Hope you guys enjoy!

There was no doubt that Captain Rex's presence brought a sense of reassurance and stability. His years of experience and leadership were evident in the way he could effortlessly fall back into the rhythm of operations without trouble. There was a certain aura of calm competence that surrounded him, a quiet assurance that everything would be handled with precision and expertise now that he was back. His familiar voice, filled with determination and resolve, cut through the air of the corridors of the ship as he caught up on the latest developments and seamlessly integrated himself back into the fold. The camaraderie and trust that had been so easily built between you and the rest of his squadron over countless missions were reaffirmed in that moment, constantly reminding us all of the strength he had over this team.

Rex carried himself with respectable manners, but under all the layers presenting himself as a good soldier, there was a secret he’d been struggling to keep. Rex doesn’t like to lie and the weight of a lie weighs heavily on the soul. Oddly enough there's a strange comfort in the familiarity of a secret, a twisted sense of control in knowing something others do not. But beneath his facade of composure lies a sea of emotions, a constant battle between the desire to confess and the fear of consequences, each day adding another layer to the intricate web of deception.

But despite his fear of getting caught he couldn’t help coming back to you each and every time he needed help dealing with. .unfinished business. When he returned back from his mission it didn't take long for him to get his hands on you, pulling you into the closest private area the two of you could find. As a Jedi, it is said that you must be faithful to the spirit of code, putting one’s selfish desires first is against the way of force. A Jedi must follow in order to stay true to oneself, especially when it comes to romantic relations. Though it was said if it was a pure attachment, there was no harm. So what's the problem in having a little fun?

So there you were, hiding away somewhere throughout the ship, in a cramped storage closet down on your knees for your second in command with his cock in hand. How it was a sight to see. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss against the tip of his cock causing it to jerk from the sensation. “I’ve missed you” You said to him softly. Rex looked down at you, watching as you would specifically choose the next spot to place a kiss on his cock, paying close attention, each time waiting for the impact of your soft lips to meet his sensitive shaft. “Mphm i’ve missed you too” He said through the back of his throat doing his best to keep any unwanted sounds to escape as he spoke back to you, the last thing he wanted was for people to hear the two of you through the door.

These moments that were shared between you and Rex were never rushed, especially if it had been some time since the two of you last saw each other, you made sure to give him whatever it was he possibly wanted. Your lips hollowed around the head of his cock, your tongue sliding against the base, feeling each and every one of the veins running along the base, pulsing with every stroke. You were always so gentle, but sometimes too gentle. . to patient. Don’t get him wrong Rex loved how much care you put into pleasing him but sometimes, all he wanted was to throat fuck you, watching as your tears streamed down you face, drooling like crazy over his cock.

His hands would travel down to the back of your head. Reaching down, his fingers entangling with your hair. Rex was growing impatient and wanted to see just how much control he could have over this situation. He started pushing your head further down the length of his cock, directing your head, forcing it to pick up to pace. The sudden push caused you to choke down on him, but unlike normally he didn’t let you back up for air. He needed to throat fuck you and your pretty face.

Rex’s hips began helping with the process, thrusting himself deeper into the back of your throat, the tears in your eyes began to brim from the constant gagging. “Awh fuck, such a good girl for me” He spoke out to you in a breathy groan, doing his best to keep quiet. Your hands gripped onto his thighs tight, your nails digging into his flesh doing your best to gain some traction. As he continued to pump into the back of your throat, it wasn’t long before you began rapidly patting his thighs, signalling him to let you breathe. Rex pulled his cock out of your mouth, you gasped out for air as strings of saliva broke from the separation. You grabbed the base of his cock, and continued to pump it rapidly as you caught your breath. After a quick breather you were ready to put his cock back in your mouth, he was quick to grab the back of your head, thrusting himself back into the depths of your throat once more.

“Look at me,” he said sternly and that you did. You were obedient, you listened to his command, it drove him insane. “Such a good girl, Look how well you take my cock” Rex said praising you, his words caused your stomach to flutter, his praise was enough to make you cum alone. You looked up at him through your lashes, tears streaming down your face, this was a sight to see and if he was honest he didn’t want it to end not now, not ever. His head rolled back, clenching his jaw as his breathing became hitched. Rex pushed your head back quickly, giving you just enough time for you to get a breath of air before pushing you back down on him once again. His gaze never left the sight of his thick cock getting buried deep into the back of your throat, as he rammed himself into you.

“Ah. thats it baby” he groaned, his thrusts were becoming sloppy, you could feel it, he was growing close, getting ready to shoot his cum down the back of your throat. Muffled moans escaped your mouth, sending vibrations throughout his cock “shit “ he cursed under his breath, he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep going, he was getting closer by the second.

He pulled back, freeing you, allowing you to breathe. His one hand gripped his cock jerking himself off while the other moved up to your face, his thumb placing it against your lips, forcefully opening your mouth. His thumb pressed down on your tongue holding your mouth open. Rex was on the edge getting ready to release, in a few quick movements he placed his cock just above your mouth. “Stick your tongue out for me baby” he asked you softly and that you did. Sticking your tongue out, watching as he gave his cock a few more pumps feeling his hot cum fall onto your tongue. Rex let out a few loose pants before his hands gripped your hair, pulling your head back to get a better view of your face. “swallow” closing your mouth you did what you were told and swallowed his cum. A smirk coming across his face, releasing your hair and gripping your face squishing your cheeks together “good girl” he pushed your face away from his hands.

Rex was swift to clean himself up, putting the bottom half of his armour back on. He looked down at you, still there on your knees. “Get cleaned up, we have a meeting to attend” and just like that, he opened the storage closet door, slipping out and leaving you there in your own thoughts

@allicat0 signing off . .

[allicat0]

Tell me you need me

♡ summary: its been a month of fighting against the first order, Poe misses you and needs to let go of some built up tension.

♡ content: MDNI!, afab reader, smut, domination, praise, degradation, making out, rough sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, big dick, dominant Poe, submissive reader.

A/N: I’ve been obsessing over Dameron lately and needed to write some good smut

Being ranked top pilot in the starfighters is a big responsibility, though it’s also the cause of his large ego. Many would say Poe thinks too highly of himself, cocky, arrogant, and that one day he was going to be knocked off his pedestal, but he worked for that position, the title commander doesn’t come without effort. The split second decisions that he was forced to make in the midst of battle weren’t easy and most of the time crucial, for not just him, but for the rest of his squad, and for the resistance. Stress came with the job, it was inevitable, though this month was like no other, frustration was high and patience was low. No breaks, no relaxation, having no room to let go of all of this built up irritation and decompress, but also no time to release himself in others. . pleasures.

This last month, Poe has wanted nothing more than to pump a large load onto his fellow pilot’s face. He couldn’t get his mind off of her, not after the last time. The way she looked up at him. .god his mind couldn't shake the thought. Her pure eyes looking up at him through her lashes as she rested down on her knees for him, and only him. The moment his squadron arrived back from their expedition, his check in with Leia was brief as he was determined to get back to his cordors, to finally get a moment to himself.

You were thrilled to hear that the Black squadron was back from their expedition, it's been awhile since they’ve been home and you were eager to see Poe once again. It didn’t take long until you arrived outside of Poe’s room, you hesitated. Your hand stopped right before you placed a knock on his door. What was stopping you? What was making you so nervous? It hasn’t been that long since you saw him, so what was making you so anxious? As you were about to knock, the door slid open, your eyes met him almost instantly. You watched as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Dameron?” His name leaving your mouth caused him to clench his jaw, the way you said his name, it drove him utterly insane. Even if there was no sexual intent behind it, it made the hairs on his arms stick up. Poe was quick to grip your arm, dragging you inside his room, hearing as the door to his room closed behind you, it left the two of you alone with each other's company.

There was silence for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart thumping against your chest. You found your eyes staring down by his feet rather than his eyes, not bringing yourself to look up at him. You could feel him looking down at you, his eyes were drilling into the top of your skull. As he lets go of your arm, his hand slowly makes its way up, pushing your hair behind your ear, allowing your face to be more visible for him. “Why won’t you look at me?” Poe let out in a soft whisper.

Your breath hitched, not a single word in reply to his question. Poe placed his index finger under your chin lifting your head up to look into his eyes directly. “Darling, please look at me.” he pleaded to you. Your eyes finally lock with his and a smug smirk spread across his face. Poe leaned close to your ear, and began kissing along your jaw. “This last month” he inhaled deeply “has been so . . fucking hard, being away from you.” his kisses starting to trail along your neck.

“Dameron i-” he quickly cut you off “don’t say my name like that darling or I won't be able to stop myself” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a chill against your spine. “Don't,” You said bluntly. Poe pulled his face away from the crook of your neck, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Don’t stop.” You said looking up at him, giving him those eyes. . the eyes he couldn’t say no to, the eyes that got him here in the first place.

There was a pause for a moment, the two of you collecting your thoughts, before he finally leaned down pressing his lips against yours. His hands entangle through your hair holding your head in place. You let out a soft moan against his mouth from the sudden impact, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. It doesn’t last long before his tongue slips through the seam of your lips, tongues swirling with one another before he sucks on yours, parting away from you. Poe’s hands release your hair and travel down your sides halting at your hips pulling you closer. Lips smashing with one another once more. It wasn’t something you could explain but his touch was addicting and you couldn’t get enough. He was your own personal drug.

You break free of the kiss, a trail of saliva breaking at your departure, leaving the two of you to catch your breath in the process. Poe was eager, he wanted more, he didn’t want it to end. Moving into another kiss his lips stop before yours, lips brushing against each other. “Tell me you need me. .” Poe pleaded softly to you. “Tell me that you need me. . and I’ll be yours. .” His words sunk deep into your core, causing you to bite the bottom of your lip giving it a second thought. You wanted him, there was no denying these feelings. You wanted him and him alone. You nod your head answering his pleas, but he was unsatisfied and shook his head “ No baby, I need you to use your words.”

Pausing for just a moment, you work up the courage to give in to your desires “I need you ” You say “need me to what?” He retaliates quickly. “To touch me.” That's all he needed to hear, and in one swift motion he dragged you over to his cot, hands still placed against your hips. He pulls at the bottom of your tank top signalling you do put your arms up and that you did. Poe pulled your tank top over your head exposing your bare chest, your nipples stiffen from the cold brushing against them. He quickly guides you onto his cot, using your elbows to keep upright.

The sensation of Poe’s hot mouth latching onto your breast before running his tongue against your nipple sends a shiver down your spine. He was gentle with your breast switching between the two giving both sides the attention they deserved. His lips travelled, kissing each breast before slowly trailing down your stomach stopping just at the hem of your pants. Poe’s two index fingers come up and latch onto your pants pulling them down and off, leaving you in just your panties. He was quick to dip his head in between your legs, planting gentle kisses on the inners of your thighs, feeling his beard pricking against your soft skin, causing you to grow impatient. “Stop teasing me” You let out a whine. Poe look’s up at you from in between your legs with a smirk “I'm not teasing, you’re just impatient” You could feel how wet you were growing by the minute, his touch was enough to make you weep. His fingers come up to your core running them gently against the wet fabric of your panties. “I’ve barely even touched you and yet you're so wet for me” You could hear his shit eating grin in his words.

Within a split second he pulled off your panties and quickly dived back in between your legs planting a kiss against your wet pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. A whine escapes your throat as Poe’s tongue begins to suck on your clit, lapping his tongue over it in the process. His hands hooked onto the unders of your knees holding your legs up and open, so you were unable to close them in the process. Your hands reach down and entangle with his hair, holding his head in place. He knew what he was doing, and it showed. The amount of pleasure that was rushing through your body was indescribable. You bite down on your bottom lip trying your best to muffle your moans in the process, causing Poe to pull away. “Let me hear your moans baby” He said, letting his lips hover over your pussy, his hot breath causing your body to slightly jerk. “Let them hear how amazing I’m making you feel” He loved seeing the way you squirmed to his touch.

Your hands reach up to the pillow your head is resting on and gripping it tight as Poe continues to eat you out, You feel your high growing, you’re gaining closer to the edge. To your release. Poe doesn’t stop, he keeps messily fucking you with his tongue, feeling as you’re growing closer to cumming.

“Ah -fuck,” You moan out before the built up knot in your stomach finally releases onto his tongue, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, your eyes widen as he continues to eat you out through your orgasm. His hand leaves your knees, inserting two of his fingers into your slick pussy, pumping into you slowly, unmatching the rhythm of his tongue. The sensation is causing your legs to shake, as you were already chasing your next orgasm, the second one closer then the first. “Come on pretty girl, cum on my fingers. .” Poe said, guiding you. He knew the right spots to push you over the edge, your orgasm was creeping up closer by the second and before you knew it you were cumming for him once again, your pussy clamping down on his fingers. “That’s my girl” Poe said while pulling his fingers out of you, licking the sear wet slick of your cum off his fingers.

Your head moves to look down at him but he’s already right there, face inches from yours, his movements were alway so quick, or maybe your mind was moving so slow, you could no longer tell. The tips of his index and ring finger slip past your lips placing them on top of your tongue making you taste yourself on his fingers. Your lips wrap around his fingers and slowly suck the last of your juices off of him. Your hands began to wander, palming him through his pants, he was already so stiff the brush of your hand over his cock was enough to make him groan. “Do you see how crazy you make me?” Poe said, watching as your hand trails against him.

He was quick to get up and off the cot, leaving you there, repositioning yourself onto your knees. You watched as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, following through by unbuckling his belt, tugging his pants and boxers down in the process, revealing his large thick and swollen cock. Reaching out and taking it in your hand, your tongue dragging itself across the slit of his sensitive tip before you swirl it around the head, sending a shiver down his spine. Your lips hallow over the head of his cock, tongue placed at the base slowly moving your head back and forth. “Fuck thats it” Poe groaned under his breath looking down at you as his hand entangles through your hair, guiding your head, bobbing it faster.

You pull your head back to catch a breath releasing his cock from your mouth, saliva running down your chin. Poe couldn’t get over the sight, seeing you like this was his favourite thing in the world. His hand cupped your cheek caressing his thumb softly against your skin. He looked in thought, what was he thinking? “Dameron?” You let out almost in a light whisper, his breath hitched, pushing you down on your back once again, he didn’t even respond, not a single word. Poe positioned your legs around his torso and lined the tip of his cock at your entrance.

It all happened so quick you weren’t sure how to react, his hands placed on your hips, pushing himself into you, you gasped at his cock stretching you out, sinking deeper into you. Poe didn’t wait for adjustment; he was impatient and couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands placed at his torso, pushing him away so he would calm down, he pulled back slightly just so he could pound back into you ignoring your attempt. Your face contorted into pure pleasure letting out a loud moan.

“Holy. Fuck Dameron! W-wait!” You called out to him. Poe’s grip tightened on your hips and picked up the pace, repeatedly slamming himself into you. “Shitt you feel so good, pretty girl” Poe groaned through the back of his throat. His hands place themselves on the back of your knees pushing them up to your head “You’re taking me so well.” He let out once more.

You couldn’t process words, your mind was fog, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pumped into you. You were already sensitive enough from the last two orgasm’s that you could feel another one coming around the corner. The sound of your combined moans and slapping skin filled the room. Your eyes locked on his, watching his chain swing with the rhythm of your thrusts. This was like no other. His free hand went down to your pussy once again, his thumb teasing your clit, as he continued to pump into you. He felt as you began to clamp down on him, a smug look growing on his face once more. “Are you gonna cum?” you frequently nodded your head, words barley coming to you. “Yes, fuck.” You just barely make out. “Then beg.” Poe said with a stern voice, causing your eyebrows to furrow, was he serious? “Beg me, to let you cum.” He said once more clarifying your questions. “Mm please, please let me cum” you plead out to him. His breathing is becoming as heavy and hitched as your own, was he trying to cum with you? “Please Dameron, I wanna cum so bad” You moaned out once more. You could see his jaw clench he was breaking, his thrust were becoming sloppy and out of rhythm, he was just as close as you were. “Fuck, your pussy’s clenching on me so tight” you could feel the knot in your stomach grow. “agh, I don’t- Ah fuck I’m gonna cum.” You cry out to him “that’s it baby. Cum for me” Your legs fall and wrap around his waist, as you cum on his cock, your legs shake once again, as you run your hands through his hair, tugging on it slightly. You moans were like sympathy to his ears. Poe thrusted into you one last time cummimg, his cum filling you up. The two of you were breathless, chest rising and falling trying your best to catch your breath.

Poe leaned down and placed one soft kiss against your lips, It was more than just a kiss; it was a proclamation of love, a silent promise of everything they had ever dreamed of. Time stood still as you lost yourself in the intoxicating passion of each other's embrace, the moment etched into your minds. Pulling away not long after he looked into your eyes. . just for a moment, gathering his thoughts. A gentle smile played on your lips, a reflection of the tenderness in your heart. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet filled with a depth of emotion that words could never capture. The two of you didn't need to speak; the silence between you was enough. “I want nothing more than to be the reason you smile,” Poe said to you in a light whisper.

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