#sniper mask x reader

[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 17 with Yuta Makoto

Pairing: Yuta Makoto/Sniper Mask x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, mask stays on during sex, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, secret crush (from Reader), possessive sex, breathplay

A/N: Guys with masks, there's just something about them you know. Plus he's voiced by Jonah Scott.

Here was the thing about wearing a Mask, you could ask for anything you wanted, within reason of course, but if it could be provided it would be given. After over two weeks of missions there was only one thing Sniper Mask wanted, to fuck. So you arrived at his apartment door.

"Do you have a safeword?" He asked as he was already stroking his cock and lining it up with your wet hole. "So wet. You must be quite the professional fuckhole."

"Bullet. And thank you, but I'm nothing special. I'm just here to assist one of our most talented." You've heard a lot about Sniper Mask, so when you heard he wanted to fuck you jumped at the chance. Hopefully he doesn't find out about your big crush on him since before you arrived into this world, that'd be embarrassing.

Sniper Mask wasn't gentle, a little too pent up for that right now. That was fine, rough sex was expected from a man as ruthless like him. Furthermore it was a turn on for you, the fact that he craved sex so much he couldn't hold back. You pulled him closer placing a kiss on the corner of his mask, hoping he didn't notice in his lust induced fucking.

But if course he did. His gloved hand wrapped around your throat and pushed you against the floor. "No kissing." His voice was even raspier hidden behind the mask.

"Sor-" His grip tightened, making you gasp for a moment.

"I don't want your apology, I want your cunt to do it's job and milk my dick." The smooth material of his gloved fingers slid across your clit, making your pussy walls flutter around him. You saw a glimpse of his eyes as he leaned forward.

"Yu-" Almost like he remembered you too he squeezed harder to stop you from calling his name. He couldn't remember now, he wouldn't, this was just fucking, nothing more.

His cock rammed into your pussy like wanted to split you open, like wanted to make sure your walls stay in the permeant shape of his cock, "How many kills to get you every day?" With every thrust his grip loosened, his voice getting a bit more gentle.

"You've already got me for a week."

He laughed, the warm breath ticking your cheek, "Then I have plenty of time to make sure your body learns how to please me perfectly." Him, only him, you wanted only him, "Your pussy liked that huh? More than the other cocks right?"

"Yes." It wasn't a competition at all, "Yours is the best. I love your cock, please fill me with your cock more." You didn't lie to him and he knew it. He pressed himself close to you so he could feel your body shaking against him as you came from being filled by him. "That... feels amazing. I'll be yours, I promise Yut-"

Your breath came out short, knocked out of your lungs and cut short by his hand around your throat, "What did I say? Stop it." You noticed that no matter how hard he pressed on your throat he still eased up right after letting you speak if you needed to. "You're... just a whore for me to use." He was showing you mercy even as he fucked everything he had into you, "Be good. Or I wont be."

#sniper mask #sniper mask x reader #high rise invasion x reader #tenkuu shinpan x reader #yuka makoto #yuka makoto x reader

[eiflawriting]

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵۵ 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @maydayaisha 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣. 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯!𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳! 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘋𝘕𝘐. 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ summary: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘warnings! 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.) 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 . 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 3.8𝘬

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘author's notes 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘴𝘬𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥(𝘰𝘧𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦…𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺). 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘴𝘬. 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

𝘱.𝘴: 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Tonight felt lonelier than others. Your body wouldn't allow you to sleep, finding yourself on the balcony of your high-rise condo smoking a joint with a glass of whiskey in your hand. The cool air tickled your flesh as the moonlight kept you company, beaming at the ochre of your complexion to keep its presence known. Your chestnut eyes, slightly reddened from the joint, stared blankly at the sky. All you could think about was him. The man you were in love with, who you knew as, SP. A mysterious love it was, but you didn't care. There was something about him that your heart couldn't resist. 

You were on your way home from work the night you met. Two unknown men were following you, causing you to take unnecessary detours. As you hit the corner, you ran into SP. He saw how frightened you looked, allowing his eyes to wander behind you. He took notice of the situation in which he pretended to be your friend. The meeting wasn't ideal. However, it established the relationship you currently had. Since that night, you've remained somewhat in contact. Although you didn't see him as often as you wished, the moments spent felt as if you had known him for an eternity. He was kind beyond words. His naturally relaxed demeanor kept you at ease every time you were together. Though, you couldn't help but get worried. 

SP was an assassin. This was one of the first things he told you as your relationship began to grow intimate. It took you back some, but honestly, it was nothing that would cause you to cut ties with him. If anything, you were concerned for his well-being. SP assured you that he was good at what he does, so you kept your worries to yourself because you couldn't do anything but trust him. If only you could see him more. However, you knew his line of work always kept him on the go. What he did for a living was fucked up, but the person he is and how he treated you was all that mattered. And let's just say he cared for you well—especially in the bedroom. 

On a few occasions, SP would come over to your condo (which he brought, by the way), and would fuck you passionately in those satin sheets as if it was his last. Every vein on his dick would pleasurably graze your walls, constantly kissing your cushion to perfection. Your voices would intertwine in beautiful harmony, creating a playlist of your moans and sounds of pleasure. It was foolish of him to tell you to keep your options open. Why would you? It was silly, but you'd rather keep your occasional intimate moments than waste time with someone else. No other man would compare even if you tried. 

You missed him so much that it hurts. It's been three months since you last saw SP. The last you heard from him was through a pay phone stationed in Kyoto. Your face grew warm just from the timbre of his voice. Smooth and raspy, you thought. The call lasted five minutes, but every minute used was him telling you how he couldn't wait to have you in his embrace once more. As you, too, felt the same. You needed him with you badly. Your favorites were those nights when you would smoke a J and down a whiskey bottle together. SP wasn't much of a talker, but you knew, based on the soft smile on his face, you would always have his undivided attention. Just thinking about him caused a lone tear to escape your eye as you attempted to take a puff at the near burnt-out joint. 

You grew frustrated from the lighter not sparking a flame, delaying you from finishing the rolled cannabis. But your frustration soon turned into relief, more so shocked, from the presence behind you. 

There he was, resting his hand on your hip as the other used his lighter to light the joint held eagerly between your lips. You turn around to meet with those chocolate-colored eyes, having a doe-eyed expression yourself. It's like you were staring at a ghost. Three months you haven't seen this man, and here he was, standing on your balcony with you. You were happy yet angry. How could he leave for so long? All he gave you was a five-minute phone call. You parted your lips to argue, but the tears rapidly decorating your cheeks caused you to look away, forming a thick lump in your throat. 

Although you weren't looking at SP, you could feel his expression soften as he continued to survey your features. Your beauty was everything to him. Something he's never seen before. SP felt guilty. Regardless of him telling you to keep your options open, he should've known that wouldn't have happened. You haven't told him, but he knew you felt strongly for him. It was more than just sex. Those conversations while being under the influence felt like once-in-a-lifetime moments. At times, he couldn't believe you allowed a stranger into your home, knowing only his age and profession. You didn't even know his real name, but there was something about his company that made you feel safe. 

His hands rested on your cheeks, turning your face to meet his gaze again. His thumb brushed under your eyes to wipe away your tears. Even in distress, you took a puff of your joint, causing SP to softly chuckle. No matter how sad you were, you thought it was nothing cannabis couldn't fix. Your face was to his, but your eyes averted elsewhere. He took the opportunity to place a delicate kiss on your lips, and you instantly melted from the action. You could be mad at him all you want. However, you knew you were just hurt from being without him for this long. Foolish of you to fall in love with a man you didn't know, but your heart made no mistake saying otherwise. 

The kiss was meaningful, having varieties of emotions. Longing. Pain. Nostalgia—Love. You set aside your blunt on the ashtray, holding onto his wrists as your tongues danced with one another. SP groaned from the taste of the mixed toxicants and how sweet you were. How plush and cozy those two-toned lips of yours felt against his. The high he felt off you was the best he ever felt. After parting lips, you finally looked at him to take in the features you loved so much. Your fingers would get lost in his dark, messy hair as you straddled his lap. Those warm eyes would burn through your soul. That distinctive scar under his left eye made you question how it got there, ensuring to always kiss it when you made love. It was him. He was here. 

"You're here," you breathed.  

"I am. I've missed you so much." 

Your eyes began to well. "What took you so long? I was okay with weeks, but three months?" 

"I know—I'm so sorry. It's just this assassin shit isn't easy." 

"I understand," you said doubtfully, lowering your head. 

"Hey, look at me. Look at me, [Y/N]." Doing as he says, you meet his gaze, eyes slowly blinking from the substances in your system. "I worked nonstop. No sleep until I came back here to you. I'm sorry. I should've gotten in contact with you to let you know it was going to be a while. I'm here now, okay?" 

You gave him a soft smile. "Okay." 

"May I?" he asked, referring to taking a puff from your near-done joint. You nodded, causing him to stick the substance between his lips to light. As he did so, his eyes began exploring your appearance. You wore a red silk robe and underneath was a sexy black two-piece lingerie set. SP only got a glimpse of your full thighs and the plushness of your round breasts, immediately getting hard. "You're fucking someone else?"  

You gave him a side-eye while pouring a glass of whiskey. "Yeah, and you're interrupting. He should be over any minute." 

"Haha, bullshit." 

"Hm, that's what you think?" 

He inhaled the substance, pulling you by your waist to brush his mouth over yours, "That's what I know," then exhaled in your mouth as he crashed his lips onto yours. This kiss was more heated than the initial one. SP was so desperate for you as you were for him. Without parting from you, he set aside the bite-size joint on the ashtray, tapping at the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You cuffed his face to deepen the kiss, flicking your tongue across his lips before sucking the bottom into your mouth. As you continued, he returned inside to sit on the corner of your bed. 

As you straddled his lap, you removed your silk robe to reveal that sexy lingerie set. He hissed, seeing how the moonlight instantly gravitated to the umber in your complexion, causing your skin to beam beautifully. SP yearned for this exact moment all three months he has been away from you. Those sexy photos you printed for him helped him fist his cock every night, mewling your name in despair once he reached his climax. He was a hot cumming mess, but it was nothing compared to being deep into your velvet walls. It was good you were on birth control because he always ensured to fill up you perfectly every time he fucked you. 

You eagerly took off his shirt, grinding against his hardened erection, pleasurably sighing at the friction. The kisses you left along his neck were sinfully filled with need. You flattened your tongue, taking long and slow strokes, tasting the mixture of his amber-scented cologne and sweat. The actions may not have been much, but they were enough to have him softly moaning. He gripped your waist, aiding you to grind harder on his clothed dick. However, doing that caused an idea to spark in his mind. 

"Take these off," he whispered, tugging at the band of your panties. You groaned in frustration from being apart from him, but you did as you were told. While you did so, SP stripped those black fitted jeans to allow his needy friend to breathe, only in his briefs. He had almost forgotten the rolled blunt in his pocket, so he lit it up between his lips. Pulling you back into his embrace, SP placed you on his thigh, cursing from feeling your heated arousal on his bare skin. His hands explored your thick curves, stopping at your ass to firmly grip. You didn't need to be told what to do—you already knew. 

You took a rhythmic pace as you massaged your pussy on his thigh. Every motion you made heightened the volume of your moans. "If only you could see how beautiful you look right now," he thought. You were doing such a job using him to cum. A pleasant smirk was placed on his face as he inhaled the substance sharply. Your pussy felt so fucking good against his thigh. So warm and wet. He looked down between you to see how your juices coated his skin, in which his leg hair glistened. Your hunger only became more evident the quicker your motions were. He enjoyed seeing you needy. It only made him more eager to be inside of you. 

"How're you feeling, pretty girl?"  

"G-Good. This feels so fucking good, baby," you whimpered.  

"Can I help you feel better?" You nodded, causing him to take another puff of the joint before placing it between your lips. He moved his hands to your waist, gliding your hips back and forth in a frantic motion. SP firmly held you down to apply pressure to your throbbing clit. When you reached the peak of his knee, he bounced his leg as he rolled your hips in an infinity shape, immediately making you cry out.  

"SP, baby, fuck! Fuck, don't stop doing that." Your mind felt cloudy not only from the weed but because of your near orgasm. Your eyes rolled back, taking another hit at the blunt, then holding it between his lips so he could too. All that circulated in the air was your lewd noises of whimpers and wetness of your soaking cunt, the smell of cannabis, and his curse words of approval. SP was determined to rip this climax out of you, and you knew from how he gripped your waist he was sure to do so. You couldn't help but think bruises would show the following day.  

"I know you want to cum, angel. Go ahead and cum for me, yeah?" he cooed. 

It's as if his voice was a spell in which you came on cue. Your pussy clenched onto nothing. He continued to grind you on his thighs to ride out your orgasm. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your lips to transfer your moans into his mouth. Latching onto his tongue, you sucked it vigorously, and he involuntarily jerked his hips. He couldn't be more pleased with how your essences beautifully coated his thigh. 

Once you finished your release, he abruptly pulled out his dick to give it a few pumps. He hated rushing while being with you, but he was too desperate to feel your pussy flutter around his length. SP lifted you, hooking his arms under your knees fold to align himself with your entrance. He began teasing your clit with his tip. However, after a few whines from you, he slowly applied pressure to your hole, allowing his dick to disappear into your body. You shared a lingering moan with yours ending in—

"F-Fuck—Oh gosh. S'big, SP," you purred.  

"I know, angel, but you can take it. I know you can. Just relax for me. Let me take care of you." Your brows knitted, confused about how big his dick was. That angry mushroom-shaped tip stretched open your entrance. He was barely inside of you, and it already felt like you would cum again. You had sex several times, but you always had to adjust to his size. Though you trusted him, you knew he would fuck you good like all the other times. Thus, you relaxed your body to allow him in. "Yes—just like that, sweetheart. This pussy is so fucking tight. Look how it's already hugging me." 

Every time SP raised you, he slammed you on his cock, ensuring to kiss your cushion. Your pussy was stubborn, but he had no issue working open those walls. His warm eyes pierced through your soul, focusing on seeing how pretty you looked while being fucked. Eyes heavy-lidded, slightly redden, filled with lust. Your full two-toned lips parted as soft whimpers aired through. The heat across your cheeks was evident even with the deepness of your complexion. SP enjoyed how you responded to his touch. It stroked his ego more because he knew his effect on you, and he would do anything to further that desperation. 

His pace was now brutal. The gushing sound of your wetness echoed the room due to his tempo. You howled, and although he loved hearing your cries, he needed to savor those sweet lips again, eagerly plunging his tongue to the back of your throat. Your dripping cunt clenched, knowing its owner by how it molded around his dick. He stretched you so well. This toe-curling fucking is what you yearned for months. You didn't want to be filled by no one else but him, and how you creamed his cock, your pussy couldn't agree more. 

"Yes. Fucking yes, baby. T-This dick is so—oh my gosh," you cried. 

He chuckled. "This dick is so what, sweetheart? Talk to me. Tell me how you feel. This pussy is telling me, but I want to hear it from you." 

"So—ngh—so fucking g-good. I missed this dick." 

"It misses you too. You're doing such a good job taking me, pretty girl," he murmured. After a few more thrusts, he sat on the bed to have you bounce on his cock. He snapped your bra off with just one finger to throw across the room. Your full tits slightly sagged and were beautifully decorated with stretch marks. Those dark brown nipples had him drooling, immediately latching onto one of them in his mouth while he fondled the other. Your back arched as you intertwined your fingers into his dark locks to deepen his embrace. SP returned his warm hands to your ass to begin bouncing you.  

"It's too deep. You're too deep—f-fuck." 

"Tch, what did I tell you, sweetheart? I'm going to what?" 

"You're—shit—you're going to take care of me," you quaked. 

"That's right. You don't have to do anything. Let me do all the work, okay?" You nodded, causing him to smirk. "Good girl. Now, light that blunt while I fuck you." 

It was tricky lighting the joint while he pulled you on his length, but you managed. You held the substance for him to inhale, exhaling on your skin as he left wet kisses along your core. Sweet, he notes. He continued building pleasure in which both your skin burned heat. You took a pull, sensually smooching his rosy pink lips as you lightly caressed the back of his neck. The high you feel now has been the highest you ever felt. A fire of spiraling sensations was now forming in your stomach. Your pussy gripped his cock without having any intentions of letting go. 

This was the man you've been craving for months. The man you dreamed of day in and day out. Every time you made love, it felt like the first time. He was your favorite drug. A vision of ecstasy. You were in love—and he needed to know that. 

"I love how you fuck me—I love you—I love you so much," you breathed.  

His dick twitched. "What?" 

"I said I love you, SP." 

"Say it again," he rasped.  

"I love you, S-" 

"Yuka. That’s my name. Fuck, please. Please say that shit again." 

"Y-Yuka—ah—I love you," you stammered as he gave you a deep stroke.   

"Yes—Yes. You're so perfect. I love you, too, angel." How his given name rolled beautifully off your tongue had him going. However, hearing you say you love him caused a different hunger to unravel. He fucked you, and he fucked you hard. The tip of his dick was more than acquainted with your cushion. "You've been so fucking good to me. Kept this pussy nice and warm for me to come back to. Shit, I'm going to fill you up." 

You inhale the joint before wrapping your arms around his neck, connecting your foreheads, and bouncing harder to aid your climax. "Yuka, please don't go. I don't want you to leave me. I need you, baby—I need you." How you were eagerly bouncing on his dick, begging for him to stay with you, made you look desperate—but you didn't give a fuck. Once you declared your love, that was it. Weed couldn't compare to how Yuka makes you feel. He loves you and told you his real name. You have this unorthodox bond that you can't explain, but that's okay. It's understood between you. However, you knew it would be more difficult to let him go after tonight. 

"I'm not going anywhere, my love. I'm right here, okay?" he rasped. "Fuck, I'm about to cum." 

"Cum inside of me, my love." His thrusts became sloppy to indicate his release. But the way your toes cramped up from curling so hard was the same for you. "Let's cum together, Yuka." 

"Of course, pretty girl," he cooed, giving you a soft peck. "I love you, [Y/N]. I'm not letting you go. This pussy is mine—You're mine." 

You nodded. "I'm cumming—I'm cumming—I'm fucking cumming. My fucking gosh, baby, I–" he crashed his lips onto yours, rolling tongues to devour each other's moan. A rippling of waves overcame your body as you felt your orgasm tear out. Your juices drenched his cock, feeling like he drowned in your pussy. That warm cum you requested painted your satin walls white. He fucked you through orgasm, causing tears of ecstasy to roll down your face. You dug those manicured nails deep into his flesh from the overstimulation. He wouldn't stop fucking because your pussy wouldn't let go, but once you felt yourself squirting—it was over. 

-- 

It was the following day. The sunlight permeated your windows, reminding you that it was seven in the morning. Your head felt filled with air as if you were still coming down from your high. Sex with SP has always been amazing, but last night? Words couldn't describe how you felt. He fucked you 'til the crack of dawn. No—he made love to you. You confessed your love for each other. Despite it being in the heat of intimacy, you knew how you felt, and you'd been in love with him for months. Your small interactions were more than enough, but last night solidified your emotions. You even learned his given name—Yuka. It may be simple, but still, it was enough for you. He took care of you like no other. 

After making you cum several times, you shared one more joint while he cleansed your body with a hot rag. Delicately leaving kisses on your shoulders and the shell of your ear, whispering how perfect you are. How much he loves you. How your pussy is better than any other drug that's been created. How you're his, and his only. Once Yuka was finished with aftercare, you laid in bed in a comfortable silence as he softly caressed your back with the pads of his fingers until you fell asleep. It was much easier for you to fall asleep. All you needed was his touch. A touch you also needed when you woke up. However, all you were left with was his scent. So much for "I'm not going anywhere." 

You left bed to do your morning routine. It was Sunday, so today, you planned on relaxing. You threw on loungewear to sit on the balcony with your daily affirmations book, a rolled joint, and a glass of whiskey. Here you were again, gazing at the sky as you thought about Yuka. He could've at least waited until you were up to say his farewells. But, no. He was gone, and all you had to await was another phone call. Hopefully, it won't be three months this time. It made you sad. You accepted his lifestyle and knew what you were getting yourself into. He told you from the beginning, but sometimes you just wished Yuka was with you more. Just like last night, a lone tear escaped your eye. It's fine. You'll just get drunk and fill your ashtray, enjoying your own silence while reading. 

At least that's what you thought….

 

"Good morning, sweetheart." 

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. ♡

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#sniper mask x reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #anime #anime and manga #sniper mask #high rise invasion #anime smut #anime x black!reader #fanfic smut #fanfic #black y/n #black read #sniper mask x black reader

[mcverse]

☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨

☆ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

☆ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 619

☆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨)

☆ ​𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

✮ No surprise, Sniper Mask would rather combust where he stands if he ever does something so uncool in front of his darling.

✮ That goes for if his darling ever, at any point, thinks he was uncool. His heart couldn’t take his darling thinking so lamely of him.

✮ His darling was his before he even got the chance to introduce himself. Like the first time he saw his darling, the very first thing that went through his head was an assertion of scenes on their future together.

✮ Like all Yanderes, Sniper Mask is protective of his darling. It doesn’t matter if they’re a player or a masked person like him. Neither of those are good odds. He’s stuck to their hip like glue.

✮ He’s a starer but his darling can’t tell from looking at him because of his mask. They could probably feel it though, but most of the time, they shake it off as the world has eyes on them.

✮ He knows his darling’s injured before they do; he remembers everything about their body and that new bruise wasn't there before. How they didn’t feel it, he’s not sure but he’ll tend to his darling’s needs.

✮ He knows when his darling is hungry based on how sluggish they are. A tired and dazed darling gives him more to worry about instead of using his time to admire them.

✮ Nothing about his darling goes unnoticed by him. Nothing. He’s his darling's second pair of eyes. And hands if needed.

✮ Speaking of hands, wherever he goes, he is always hand in hand with his darling. It just reassures him they’re there and safe for now. It also helps him know if they separate.

✮ When he’s not helping his darling in a crisis, and where the moment feels just right to pass up given their situation; he’s more talkative and soft spoken because usually it’s about what happens once his darling gets out of there—and his darling is sweet enough to include him in their future plans. That’s the type shit that makes it difficult for him to not want to scope them up in his arms and kiss them breathless.

✮ I wanna say he doesn’t get jealous, but that’s not true. One, he’s Yandere. Jealousy is canon. Two, for someone so worried about looking cool or uncool in front of someone, that doesn’t sound like a very secure man.

✮ Hates when another man saves his darling. He’s grateful, really, but they're stealing his shine. He’s his darling hero, not whoever the fuck.

✮ And if his darling praises whoever saves them, omg, there is no reason to be so upset as he is. The silent treatment is double, and the person is on his kill list—he’ll remember this to the day they actually die; whether it be collateral damage or purposely planned.

✮ He’s the Yandere that knows the way he thinks is unhealthy but he’s too far gone to do anything about it. Right around the same time, he starts to care less about how wrong his obsession gets because it only ever benefits his darling.

✮ He doesn’t need to kidnap or stalk because it’s the middle of a survival game, where could he stash his darling? And why stalk his darling if he can observe them from a few feet away?

✮ Kuon compliments don’t have the same effect on Sniper Mask as if his darling gave them.

✮ Like he’s still semi speechless because like okay???? You're weird girl.

✮ When his darling compliments him, he’s speechless—-his face is on fire under that mask & his heart is literally beating in his ears. He just knows if he opens his mouth, he’s gonna fumble and humiliate himself. Don’t stop though, he likes that!

#✮⋆˙ 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 — 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 #✰ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 — 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #sniper mask #sniper mask x reader #high rise invasion x reader #high rise invasion #Yandere sniper mask #yuka makoto #high rise invasion sniper mask #Yandere high rise invasion

[amaya-writes]

Unmasked: Sniper Mask x gn Reader

Day Four of The Underrated And The Unwritten

Notes: At first this was going to be for a lot more characters but then I realised I barely remember most of them lol so here's a solo for sniper.

Warnings: slight dark themes, just things that are normal in the anime

Characters involved: Sniper Mask

Gender-neutral reader

Being in a relationship certainly was the last thing on your mind when you had dropped into this bizarre world.

All you wanted was to escape the hold that mask had on your mind and return to your normal world, yet somewhere along the way you found yourself falling for one of the nameless masked killers you had to deal with.

It started off as a simple understanding between allies: he wouldn't snitch about your defected mask if you didn't speak of his.

Yet over time that developed into looking over your shoulder in search of the telltale wisps of cigarette smoke or going out of your way to be in the same area as him in hopes of ensuring he wouldn't get ganged up on.

You were just looking out for an ally, that was all. Or at least, you tried telling yourself that to make you feel better.

You were happy that way, choosing to fool yourself into thinking the endearing sniper you had come to confide in was simply just a helping hand you needed to climb your way to the top.

Perhaps if it weren't for his bluntness you would have forever stayed oblivious and in denial.

"I'm not a child. I don't see the point in being too hung up on what ifs to make a move."

He had muttered the words one fine evening as he patched up a gash on your arm.

At first, you had thought nothing of it, but as you watched him reach for the strap behind his head and let the mask covering his face fall to the floor, you couldn't help but finally give in to your emotions.

It was like seeing his face was all you needed to break the spell you had cast upon your mind.

Things had seemed so simple after that.

You would meet up on secluded rooftops to watch the sun fall past the horizon with your limbs casually intertwined and a cigarette hanging between his lips, often reminiscing on what life was like before.

The two of you would stay like that until the butt of his second cigarette hit the floor, sometimes even remaining on the roof until one of you began to doze off.

You would leech the moment for all its worth, lingering on the rooftop until had to return to the base.

It was only then that the reality of your situation would hit, yet with his arm loosely wrapped around your frame and your discarded masks nowhere to be found, you could almost convince yourself that you were back home again, but this time, with the man you had fallen for by your side.

#this lowkey sucked so much but im too busy today to do anything about it #sniper mask x you #sniper mask x reader #sniper mask drabbles #sniper mask imagine #sniper mask scenarios #high rise invasion x you #high rise invasion x reader #high rise invasion drabbles #high rise invasion imagines #high rise invasion smut #sniper mask

[neptune-lover]

Requests

Hey guys so rn I have parts 5 and 6 of Pregnant? sitting in my drats rn but while I work on them I am going to open my requests to all of you my only rules are no NSFW I will write for certain wrestlers they are

all of judgment day so Rhea, Damian, Dominik AND Finn whether is together separate or however you wish to do it

Jey Uso

Seth rollins that's for WWE

I will also do different animes like

Fruits basket

Yuri on ice

Sk8 the infinity

My hero academia

Haikyuu

Sniper mask from high rise invasion

Sailor moon

Attack on Titan

Danganronpa

Black butler

So go ahead and feel free to go request stuff just again no NSFW love all of you guys bye

#black butler x reader #danganronpa x reader #attack on titan x reader #sailor moon x reader #sniper mask x reader #seth rollins x reader #the judgement day #poly! judgement day x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #damian priest x reader #rhea ripley x reader

[kleftiko]

a type ??? no . . . don’t think i have one . . .

#give me that weirdo with dark hair #socially awkward? yum #tomioka giyū #levi ackerman #yami sukehiro #sniper mask #aizawa shouta #guren ichinose #fushiguro megumi #kageyama tobio #giyuu x reader #levi ackerman x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #aizawa x reader #guren x reader #megumi x reader #kageyama x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi x reader

[delulukittyy]

no bro i don't have a type

also me:

#anime boy #anime #black hair #sasuke #uchiha sasuke #guren ichinose #ons guren #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #high rise invasion #sniper mask #free! #free haruka #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu megumi #jjk #jjk x reader #fushiguro megumi #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #aot levi #jujutsu kaisen #naruto shippuden #tokyo ghoul #csm aki #aki chainsaw man #hayakawa aki

[dropped-their-sniper]

oh shit, what’s in his big bag this time? wrong answers only! 

#cod mw2 konig #cod mw2 könig #mw2 konig #mw2 könig #konig #könig #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #könig x reader #konig x reader #he keeps more sniper hoods in it #just a whole-ass bag full of of them #him and ghost have mask decorating de-stress days #he bleaches the tear marks on his mask while ghost carves/paints his

[vigilante-izuku]

thinking about a fic where reader is the team’s sniper. and konig should dislike you. should be jealous because you have the job he has always wanted.

but he can’t

you’re so sweet to him. you don’t question the sniper hood he wears, instead you point to your own and laugh, “we match!”

you’re friendly and warm and he can’t stop thinking about you.

you becoming close friends (with crushes on each other) and sometimes you’ll go practice shooting together. and you praise his skill. tell him how good he is at long distance shooting and his face turns blood red. thankful of the hood he wears to hide his blush.

#eri's ideas #konig x reader #könig x you #GUESS WHO IM FIXATING ON Y'ALL #another tall masked man...oof #konig x sniper au

[clusterfuck-dom]

A simple one

Uhhh sniper mask

WIP I

Sub Sniper Mask x Dom Reader

Y’all want this man so BAAAAD.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: just slight praising and begging. And a cliffhanger, oh no.

“On your knees,” you firmly instructed him.

The sentence barely left your mouth before you watched him practically collapse to the floor. A loud thud echoed through the room, and part of your mind wondered if there were dark bruises now forming on his knees. But that didn’t matter right now; all that mattered was the shivering masked male now kneeling in front of you, his white dress shirt still buttoned and doing a poor job at covering his bare legs. You bit the inside of your cheek at the sight of his shoulders stuttering with every uneven breath he took.

You honestly never thought you would see this side of him; submissive and obedient, looking up at you as though you were some god. Though you couldn’t see his eyes, you caught sight of the dark shade of pink that peaked out from behind his mask… god, that mask. Your hand gingerly threaded through his dark hair and trailed down to the side of his face. He seemed to know what you were after, because he titled his chin upwards without missing a beat. Taking this as a sign of consent, your fingers gently pried between the mask and his face, finally lifting the piece of porcelain up to slide off his head.

And you were greeted with quite the sight.

Pretty eyes were glazed over and hooded, the steely coloration mixing well with his pure look of desire. His face was flushed with that same dark pink color you saw peaking out from behind his mask; a delectable color that suited him well, might you add. And those lips… though chapped, they looked absolutely desirable with how they were delicately parted. He must’ve recently ran his tongue over them, because there was a thin layer of saliva on his bottom lip.

“What a pretty man,” you commented with total adoration, letting his mask drop behind him so you could let your hand return to the side of his face (the skin was surprisingly soft to the touch… perhaps he takes pride in some sort of skin care routine). A soft but low hum came from his vocal cords as his eyes fluttered shut. Heat poured into the lower region of your abdomen as he leaned into your touch.

Before you knew it, his eyes fluttered open again and connected directly with yours. You could feel how needy he was just from his gaze alone; how he wanted you to run your hands all over his body and fuck him right then, right there. His milky thighs rubbed against each other as you watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Please,” he pathetically begged, his deep voice shaky from anticipation. “Take me.”

#⇢ HIGHRISE INVASION #⇢ SNIPER MASK #⇢ SNIPER MASK X READER

[riah1846]

Another Weird Idea

So......y'all know High Rise Invasion, right??? Like, the anime where people get transported to another world where they have to kill in order to survive??? So I was thinking...what if Devildom was responsible for the creation of that world, like Dia's dad made it for whatever reason and when he retired, it was kept secret. And MC, who's parents r Snipermask and whoever was born there and somehow managed to escape that place and created a new life for themselves in the Human World, and then got dumped to Devildom. BUT! Plot twist, this MC isn't the actual MC we know. The MC bfr this died, so they're a *replacement* of sorts. All the demons except Mephy and 13 r distant and somewhat cold, I guess with them??? The angels and Solomon r chill, though Luke and Simeon still have a hard time getting totally relaxed with them. FAST FORWARD. Shit happens and MC nearly got killed by one of the demons and whips out they're anomaly power to defend themself. So that leads to an investigation of whether MC is truly human, or is something else/the realm of High Rise Invasion. I pity Dia at this point though. Has to deal with all the unnecessary bloodshed his dad made. Y'all r prob asking y anomaly? Well, Snipermask still has the mask on, and his lover (put in whatever gender u want, idgaf) is a God candidate (one step closer to god) and somehow the code in the mask got implanted in their genes and MC has them. That's y they're an anomaly, or not entirely human

HOW WEIRD IS THIS?????

PS: I will be using this idea for a fanfic, so pls don't steal. U can use it, but don't steal pls.

#obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me #obey me luci x reader #obey me game #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #crossover idea #high rise invasion #sniper mask #weird ideas #don't steal

[angelltheninth]

Kiss hds with Sniper Mask?

Lol, through the mask? Tricky but I can make this work.

Pairing: Sniper Mask x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, teasing, cuddles

A/N: Sniper Mask is so cool, that man saved the show for me, I couldn't get enough of him.

You give him lots of jaw and neck kisses

Kisses on the mask happen but only when he doesn't have blood on it

Since he can't kiss you with the mask on he'll nuzzle and rub his face against your cheek

Maybe he can't kiss you but can sure as hell make lots of cute kissy noises

The most he'll take it off in the field is to uncover his lips

Then you can kiss him properly but otherwise you need to wait until you get to the apartment

Even so he'll still tease you, deliberately avoiding your attempts to take it off only to duck down to your cheek and make a kiss sound against it

Only after he sees your cute pout will he let up and let you take his mask off

You always looks beautiful to him but he much more prefers to see you when he's not wearing his mask

Now its time for you to take full advantage of him being maskless and kiss him like there's no tomorrow

#sniper mask #sniper mask x reader #high rise invasion x reader #tenkuu shinpan x reader #yuka makoto #yuka makoto x reader

[theangelofdeathh]

Soft reader x Sniper [HRI | HIGH RISE INVASION]

(This is my first time making anything related to love and shit like this but hope ya like it. and sorry if it sounds cringe. I'll accept requests too!😊)

TW- none

Soft love

You felt uneasy when walking on the bridges, and Sniper mask didn't make it any better, you two where scared shitless. You looked down, the void at night,

hella scary. you clenched on to Sniper mark's arm.

"that's scary, I hope I don't fall." you murmured to yourself.

Sniper picked up on what you said, of course he had enhanced hearing, there for he could hear even the quietest whisper.

"Don't worry, we're 'bout there, kiddo." He reassure you with his calming warm words.

You and him sit down in the japanese stylized room to chill and relax from that anxiety caused. Yuri fixed you and Sniper some tea, black tea, she asks you what you want in, you request for peppermint leaves to be in to taste minty and a sugar cube to be in it. Sniper asks for his just a have one sugar cube in his. Yuri fixes it and gives the two tea filled cup to you two. He looks towards you, gently caressing your head. You feel more calmer and sleepy due to his warmth of his hand.

"I love you." Sniper slips out. He turns red, you can't tell, but he is.

fuck, did I just let that slip out? he thought.

"Oh. That's unexpected." You reply red faced. you take a sip from your sakura tea cup. "I-i do too."

Yuri over hears the conversation, she's surprised that he said that, She thinks he isn't the type to express verbally.

"what you two up to?" She says wondering and doing the eyebrows to them.

You two look at her with embarrassment then at each other, you two simultaneously say "I forgot you where here."

You all three chuckle and carry on what you were doing.

#soft fanfic #sniper mask #high rise invasion #nonbinary #x reader #yn #first time

[leviantislashj]

Not a writer, but I have fics: https://archiveofourown.org/users/leviantislashj/works

#ao3 #leviantislashj #writing #sniper mask #high rise invasion #tenkuu shinpan #nanami kento #genshin diluc #smut #blaidd elden ring #blaidd x reader #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty: modern warfare 2 #ghost x reader #ghost x female!reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader

[neptune-lover]

New writer

Hi I'm new to writing but I'm gonna basically be an acc who writes anime, gamers, genshin impact and wrestler fanfics so please feel free to request stuff warning it may not be 100% amazing but like I said I'm new to fanfic writing I don't write male readers only female and genderless as those are what I can write good stuff with(i have many attempts to write previously ) and I and putting this out there now I WILL NOT write NSFW/smut I will write gore,angst and fluff only thank you

#mha x reader #wwe x reader #mcyt x reader #haikyu x reader #tokyo rev x reader #spy x family x reader #black butler x reader #genshin impact x reader #rhea ripley x reader #demon slayer x reader #attack on titan x reader #yuri on ice x reader #Darling in the France x reader #FMA brotherhood x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #kakegurui x reader #sniper mask x reader

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon needing to hold you after a bad day.

The tiny apartment was completely silent as Simon unlocked the door and stepped inside, head hung low and shoulders tense. Lights were turned down, tv was off; you were most likely already asleep by now. It was late, much later than he had told you he’d be back, but he had been struggling with the weight of his thoughts again today and had barely made it in. He would have let you know that he was going to be late… it was just…he couldn’t find the will to even shoot you a quick text.

It wasn’t like him to be concerned about who knew where he was or what he was doing, choosing to distance himself from everything and everyone that could potentially catch a glimpse of him cracking behind the mask, but right now all he wanted was to get back to the place he called home before he fell apart and the world would swallow him whole.

As quietly as he could he set his things down beside the door and continued on through the flat, catching little bits of you everywhere: your shoes lying scattered by the wall, the blanket you’d just been curled up in tossed haphazardly in a bundle on the sofa, a mug on the coffee table that had the remnants of your drink stuck to the inside. Scattered bits of you everywhere across his life as little reminders of what he had that waited for him here and for the first time all day it felt a little easier to breathe to know his angel was close by.

Passing near the kitchen, Simon spotted a piece of paper with his name scribbled on the front waiting for him on the countertop, your familiar handwriting obvious to his eye. He picked it up and unfolded it.

Hey baby,

I really tried to stay up, I promise, but you know how work has been kicking my ass lately. I thought maybe I could just take a nap until you got in, but I was worried that if I laid down I wouldn’t wake up, so I thought I’d leave this here for you to find. Didn’t want you to think I forgot about you. Just wake me when you get in, alright? I don’t care what time it is, I want to see you!

Love you.

P.S. I left some dinner in the fridge if you haven’t eaten yet. We can reheat it and eat it together. XOXO 

Christ, what did he do to deserve all this?

Always looking out for him, always making sure he had a place back in the real world whenever he came home. He held that piece of paper between his hardened fingers, the note more significant than it should have been after the type of day he had. You were the closest to heaven as he could get, more than he ever thought he would get to have and that’s why it was you he was trying to break down that wall to come to for comfort. 

His sight flicked to the fridge where you said you’d left him something; he was definitely starving, but just the thought of the effort it would take to eat right now was too much and the knot that rested in the pit of his stomach made him too nauseous anyway. There was something that would fill him far better than food could and he knew just where to find it now.

Moving on to the living room, he set himself down heavily on the couch and began to remove his boots and the outer layers of his clothing along with his mask, stripping away all the bits of his life as the stone cold sniper now that he was safe here in his little sanctuary. Stripped bare until he was down to his boxers, Simon gently crept towards the back of the apartment hoping he would make it to the bedroom before this feeling took him. 

Closer and closer he walked towards the other half of his heart.

The door stood slightly ajar to invite him inside and as he stepped up to it, he caught the hushed, rhythmic sounds of your breathing as you slumbered. It sounded so peaceful that he could have stood there in the dimly lit hallway and listen to it all night long. Just a few more steps, barely any distance left, and he would truly be home.

The room was completely dark save for the small crack in the curtains that let in just a bit of light from the streetlamp outside, helping him to find his way through the maze of darkness. As those brown eyes adjusted to the lack of light, Simon turned his attention to the bed and his heart skipped a beat. There you were: the outline of your body silhouetted under the covers, your head buried in your pillow, all cares left behind as you slept.

No sound did he make as he crept to the edge of the bed and lifted the sheets so that he could climb inside and up against your body laying in the center. One strong arm slipped up under your pillowed head while the other wrapped around your waist until you were encircled and he pulled you slowly so that your back rested up against his chest. His body molded into yours still warm from being wrapped up tight.

You stirred awake gently at the feeling of that familiar large body suddenly laying beside you. “Hey you,” you whispered sleepily, a smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered as they worked to open. “Tried to wait up, but I got so tired I had to go lay down. I’m sorry, but I’ll make it up to you.”

Only silence greeted you as a response. No chuckle at your predictability, no picking remarks about how you couldn’t even stay up to see him, just the sound of labored breaths in and out as he lay there in the darkness curled up against you.

Silence only meant one thing and you knew it well.

“You okay baby?” you asked, but again there was no answer. Only the squeeze of his arm around your waist pulling you in tighter to his chest gave you any sort of reply as Simon’s nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his eyelashes brushing over your skin.

It was clear just from the silence that he was far from okay, that he must have been bottling this up for God knows how many hours so that the world would not see that he was not always the tough, put together soldier he was supposed to be. But he could not hide it from you...he didn't want to hide it from you.

You heard him inhale deeply, trying to capture as much of your scent as he could until it filled his head: your natural musk mixed with the smell of the sheets and added hints of shampoo and body wash. That comforting scent that belonged to only you that he couldn't ever get enough of, the one that helped to relax his troubled mind. Instantly the tension he had been carrying like a boulder upon his shoulders all day finally released him from its stranglehold. 

Gentle, exploring hands tentatively went up under your baggy shirt, one of his old worn ones you loved to wear to bed to keep him close even when he wasn’t there, as he just wanted to make contact with all that delicately soft skin. He traced over curved paths he knew by touch alone: it was soft, it was familiar, it was safe and his heartbeat slowed as the ache in his chest dissipated enough that he could finally talk.

“Bad day,” he whispered finally, warm breath against your shoulder. "Really fuckin' bad day... again."

You rolled over in his arms until you came face to face with those sad auburn eyes, moved by the shame in his tone. It broke your heart that each time he had one of these days he felt such guilt about it, as if he simply should have been over it all by now, as if he wasn't human, but you were not about to let him overthink the struggle. There was nothing to be shameful about.

“I’m sorry baby. These things just happen, you know, but its alright; we'll get through it together, ” you said quietly, fingertips gently running over the line of his eyebrow, down his cheekbone and further to his jaw in soothing circles.

Together.

Simon closed his eyes and eased into your hand as you traced patterns across his temple and through the cropped sides of his hair, letting the vile, churning thoughts rummaging around in his brain to fall away. No one else could ever see him like this save for you, no one else's touch he craved more than anything to bring him back into himself after the day had brought him down so low. 

He brought his hand up and placed the tough palm over top of yours to hold it firmly against his cheek as if to make sure that all of this was real, that you were not simply a mirage cast by his broken mind. 

“You’re home now, baby,” you reassured him as he took deep breaths in and out with his eyes closed, only wanting to feel you. “It’s gonna be okay, I got you.”

Home, still such a strange word for him.

Wherever you were that was home. Not a place, but a person, one who made certain that no matter how far he drifted she would always pull him back in. Simon had never had such a tether before, but fuck did he need it. He could feel it like medicine running through his blood, when you held him he could feel the chemicals rush to soothe the gaping wound in his heart.

Pulling your hand off his cheek, he brought it to his mouth and pressed his lips to the surface before leaning in to give one to your gentle lips. You embraced him back with such tenderness as if to remind him of that promise you had made to each other that neither of you would have to traverse the hell of this world alone.

“Home,” he repeated the tender word in his gravely tone, letting the emotionless second mask fall away. "I hope ya know... that you are my home, sweetheart."

You smiled. "You're mine too, Simon."

He took a deep breath, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. "Bein' near ya is the only fuckin' thing that seems to help quiet the shit in my 'ead these days."

Pulling him back in, you gave him another kiss. "Then get nice and close," you said softly as you squirmed up under him more, setting his arm back over you.

Securing his arms around you again he moved over top of you so that his head rested against the middle of your chest, ear pressed in against your sternum to listen to your heartbeat rhythmically thump inside. With his hand still inside your shirt he drew his fingertips along your bare hips, not wanting anything more than your company tonight. 

Your calming fingers ran through his short hair and over his scalp as he counted the beats of your heart until he melted into your body. Discussion could happen later if and when he was ready, for now this was all he needed. However long he wanted to cling to your torso, you’d let him.

You were his life raft, pulling him back in and no matter how far he drifted and it was because of you that for the first time in his life he didn’t feel like he was going to get lost.  

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