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suavemania · 11 months

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to be honest with you...

pairing: leon kennedy x reader word count: 850+ reader summary: you cant help yourself and tell leon the truth, you like him a bit too much than just a casual fling. warning: this sat in my drafts so here it is notes: not pining for once. just a bit short and sweet before i drop the most emotionally destructive drabble ive inflicted on myself:(

“I think I like you.”

The words just came out, almost as if you couldn’t help yourself. Your body was pressed against his, you were on top of him; fingers had just traced his collarbone.You blinked at him, your eyes wide as you realized just what you had said.

The two of you weren’t anything official. It started with meet-ups every now and then, bodies intertwining with each other for emotional comfort. The nights would always end with the two of you sleeping next to each other, clinging onto the other as if to cram in as much physical touch before the sun came up. The two of you always hated mornings, but for various reasons. Leon never liked mornings because it meant he had to leave. You hated mornings because you would have to kill the feeling in you that this was more, meant more than just being a casual thing.

You swore that you wouldn’t meet him more after the tenth time, it was always on his accord, his rules. He would be the one to reach out, he would be the one to reply hours later after you ask him simple questions- it was never easy to get to him (you never knew why), but god, it was easy to be with him. His hands were always placed on your body perfectly, he always knew where to touch, where to be and when. It’s like he set his eyes on you, and he just knew how to treat you, to adore you, to love you. Parts of you would die for him, and you always figured it was because the two of you never just settled with ‘fucking’ each other, it had to be more.

Your eyes would always lock with each other, hands clasping and bodies pressing desperately against each other; almost as if to carve a part in the other. It felt like love. To be filled with the desire to dig for each other, to live inside the very ribcage of the other but settling for just sex because it was as close as you were gonna get to being a part of him.

It wasn’t only about being close to each other’s bodies. It was also the fact that the two of you didn’t sleep, like at all. After every session, the two of you would lie in your bed, chatting about everything, like for example: your theory that Leon dyes his hair blonde or Leon scolding you for the way you cook your scrambled eggs in the mornings.

The routine is uncomplicated, simple yet enough:

Leon would come over. You’d kiss, sloppy kisses turn into passionate, feverish ones. It would be a stumbling battle to the bed, Leon would push you to the bed, leaving you to say: how did we actually pull it off to get here? Which was Leon’s cue to shut you up until your brain couldn’t possibly string together a sentence properly. Then, it was just mindless chatting so long into the night that the two of you would later head into the kitchen to cook a late-night snack. From there, it would just be a movie to fall asleep, or more chatting until the other went silent, usually you.

“You like me?” Leon asks, raising an eyebrow as you push yourself off his chest, scrambling for your underwear as you try to cover your body with the wrinkled, warm sheets.

“I don’t know-” you spit out, hands aimlessly patting at the floor. Where were your underwear and why did it feel like everything had gotten a lot darker? And was it always this warm in the room? You let out a whine, but suddenly you felt the warm muscular chest meet your back. A gentle hand placed on your shoulder as Leon leans into your ear, his hot air brushing your already-blushing ear.

“I know something you don’t.” He muses, and you could just hear that Leon had a smirk on his dumb, soft lips. The lips that you so desperately didn’t want to stop kissing. You close your eyes, feeling the awkward tension in your body numbing your entire body. Was this it, the slow humiliation? The painful end of your casual meet-ups that you promised you were fine with, settling for the crumbs of Leon that you could possibly get?

“What’s that?” You respond, a small tinge of reluctance as you await Leon’s disapproval, still disgruntled over the disappearance of your undergarments. Leon chuckles, plopping your underwear onto your lap as he lays himself down onto the bed again.

“That I think I like you too,�� He says, and you could feel his eyes on you as you turn to look at him. The words sent a shiver down your spine, and then the lower part of your stomach began stirring. Your heart beating in your chest as you felt yourself growing needy. Without really realizing it yourself, you inch closer to him; disregarding the found underwear that was given to you by him.

“Now come over here.” he says, his voice soft and affectionate as he speaks. "I want to kiss you."

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil 4 #resident evil leon #short n sweet drabbles #suavemania #im a fkn idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!but hi

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whocaresstillthelouvre · 6 days

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Hear It In The Silence

Elks Chapter 6

Chapter Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Chapter Summary: The changing of the season brings a realization of the feelings you hold for Joel. Chapter Warnings: Smut, fluff, feelings, p in v sex, apocalypse birth control (pulling out). Words: 3,900 Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader Series Summary: Life in Jackson is quite comfortable and simple for you. You love teaching your students and running your library, you love the comforts of living here, perfectly complacent with the company of your two cats, guitar, tattered CD book, and a few friends. You like comfortable and simple, though the feelings you feel whenever you see Joel Miller are quite the opposite. Once you meet him, it seems like he needs you in his life as much as you need him. A/N: I listened to "You Are In Love" by Taylor Swift and "Myths" by Beach House on repeat for this chapter. I love writing this happy story for Joel, I hope you like it too.

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“State Of Grace” by Taylor Swift.

Summer is always the busiest time in Jackson, the sun stays up higher making everybody work longer hours. You help out in the gardens after school until the sun dips below the mountains. Joel isn’t home much, patrollers take advantage of the increased daylight staying away for longer stretches of time. You and him try to spend as much time together as you can between your busy schedules and Ellie.

You sit together at community movie nights, his arm slung behind your chair, slowly running his fingers up and down your shoulder.

He sleeps over on the Fridays he’s not on patrol and walks you to your library, always grabbing the box of books you have.

He has Ellie help him fix up your fence and builds you a new feeder holder for your cats, even though they make him sneeze and sniffle, always caring for the things in your life.

He kisses you goodnight on your doorstep when he walks you home, the kiss usually turning heavy, both of you not caring who walks by as Joel backs you up against your door.

You stay over the nights before he leaves, always roused in the morning with a long, deep kiss before he picks up his boots and heads downstairs.

He finds small trinkets and art supplies for you, never coming home empty handed, always breathing you in deeply when you hug him hello.

Everyone knows about the two of you now, Tommy’s big mouth announcing how his big brother has been made a “big ol’ softy” thanks to you when he had one too many at the Bison. It’s a small town, news spreads quick.

Your lives become easily intertwined in the two months you’ve gotten to know him, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You leave CD’s at his place, he leaves an extra pair of boots at yours.

The quiet, bookish artist teacher and the big bad, brooding flannel clad stranger fall for each other like it’s straight out of a film you’d wear out watching in your VCR.

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It’s late Saturday afternoon, it’s been a long day at the library, made even longer by the fact that today is the day Joel returns from his six nights away on patrol. You move quickly down the busy main street, nodding and saying hello to friends. Never stopping to chat, your destination is to Joel’s house. Your only thought is how much you hope he’s back already. Your heart tries to help you name this feeling.

Quick strides up his familiar walkway, two steps to his door, you now know exactly how to turn the door knob so it doesn’t stick. The house smells like him… a little like sawdust, a little like leather, a little like coffee, now your favorite scent. The comfortability of his home helps you to name it.

“Joel? I’m heeeere,” you shout down his hallway slacking your backpack down your shoulders and laying it near his door. He told you just last week he was going to hang a hook for it since you’re here all the time. Taking the effort to care for your possessions because they’re yours. His thoughtfulness helps you to name it.

There’s no answer, but there is a small jar of flowers on his coffee table. Oranges, purples and pink hued petals packed together haphazardly, all picked out specifically because he knows they’re your favorite colors. You bring the flowers up to your nose and inhale their smell. The sweet floral scent mixed with Joel’s house helps you to name it.

You smile as you imagine his large fingers holding such delicate blooms. His hand grabbing a jar out of the cupboard. His palms pressing dry against his plaid kitchen towel after filling the jar with water from the tap. His face as he takes a step back and intensely judges his arrangement for you. His back aching right in the spot that always ails him as he gently bends down to place the jar of flowers at the corner of his coffee table knowing it’ll be one of the first things you notice when you walk through his door. For someone who has lived and lost a thousand lives, for someone who should be forever cold and closed off to the world, romance is never lost on Joel. You can name the feeling. You’re in lo—

A loud clash comes from the back of the house interrupting your thoughts. You place the flowers back down on the table and race to his kitchen. A movement outside of the window catches your eyes… there he is. Working outside, taking advantage of the beautiful summer weather, never able to rest during the daytime. He just got home from patrol and yet he’s still working. Your heart begins to race as you watch him throw logs of wood into a dilapidated wheelbarrow. You want to run to him, but you know you need to take advantage of being able to watch him work so close and anonymously. His face focused on the task at hand, eyes staring straight forward, brow furrowed in concentration, mouth slightly open and frowning causing his mustache to turn downward. He’s sweaty, you can tell by how golden and dewey his skin is in the sunlight, strong arms glistening with sweat, the fabric of his gray shirt wet in the neck and chest straining with each lift and throw of a log, his unruly hair growing curlier the longer it gets laying a little flatter thanks to the moisture and heat his body is giving off. He pauses for a second, taking a glove off to wipe his brow, you can’t take it any longer. You practically sprint to his back door and throw it open, Joel’s head turning when he hears it creak. His smile, goodness, his smile, it’s so wide and so full of affection, his eyes disappearing behind crinkles on the side. He begins to walk towards you as you walk towards him, your footsteps getting quicker as the distance between you is closed. You’re finally swept up in his arms, head pushed against his chest tightly, inhaling the heady scent of him in after a contented sigh. His shirt is soaked with his sweat, making the scent of him even stronger.

“Hi sweetheart, missed you,” he smiles against your hair.

“Hi, welcome back, missed you too, so much,” your happiness spilling out of your mouth.

“Mm,” he moves a hand up to grab your chin and angle your face to look at him. “Five days is a long time.” Joel licks his lips as he stares down at yours.

He bends forward and kisses you, lips first softly pressing against yours. His hands moves to your face, one hand still clad in a glove, he’s too impatient to touch you to take the time to remove it. His thumbs press into your cheeks a little harder as he deepens the kiss, his tongue beginning to lick at yours. He pulls his lips away before the kiss becomes too indecent for his backyard. His forehead still rests against yours. “So happy to be home,” he whispers.

“Thank you for my flowers, I love them,” you grin.

“Yeah?” Joel joyfully respires against you.

“Mmhmm, they’re so beautiful, I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

Joel pulls his head away so he can look you in your eyes. “M’glad you like them,” his hands still on your face his thumbs swiping back and forth against your cheeks. You’ve doubted his feelings for you, finding it easier to believe you’re living in a daydream where the man you had a crush on is the man who you get to spend all of your extra time with. But this? The way he’s cradling your head in his hands, the way he’s smiling at you, the way his eyes are angled down to look into your eyes, the look on his face when he saw you in the doorway, the way his lips hesitated to pull away wanting to kiss you longer… it’s the same for him as it is for you.

“Let’s get inside,” Joel pulls you out of your thoughts, “s’been a long day for me, just started doing this to make the time go faster until you got here.”

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“You ever been in the ocean?”

The sun has long gone down, Saturday night is always your favorite night. Joel sits next to you on his couch, hair still damp from his shower with an after dinner cup of coffee that the two of you split, he’s always mindful not to instantly gulp all of it down.

It’s become a shared routine for the two of you, low music coming from the stereo usually a new band that you introduce to him, maybe you’ll read the book you’re currently reading aloud, maybe he’ll fall asleep mouth agape emitting little snores as you quietly sketch, most of the time your night ends watching one of the few movies you share between your two households you falling asleep with your head in his lap. Typically it starts like this, discussions about life before, you always eager to remember, Joel always closing up perfectly happy to let you do all of the reminiscing for the two of you.

“Yeah, couple of times, used to go to a beach town in Texas. You?”

Joel’s answers, always straight and to the point.

“Once. Went on a vacation to California when I was a kid. I don’t remember much about it, but I remember how I couldn’t believe how big the ocean was. I know I was really afraid of swimming too far away from my dad, but wanting to just be taken away by the freedom of the waves. I miss swimming, used to swim for my high school, I don’t even know if I’m any good at all now after all of these years…”

Joel eyes you as you muse through your memories, always ever present right with you whenever you get lost in your thoughts. Your words always making up for his lack. His attentive silence urges your memories on.

“I used to stay in the water for so long, I miss the feeling of my body moving against it and feeling so weightless. We had one of those above ground pools for a few summers when I was younger, I’d put the radio on and just float for literally hours. My mom would have to buy me oil treatments for my hair because it’d get so dry from the chlorine.” You smile at the memory, “I hated the smell of it on my hair, smelled like old lady perfume."

Joel chuckles, leaning in and kissing the top of your head inhaling deeply. “Always love how your hair smells now.”

“Rosemary and yarrow, my own mixture.”

“Love it, you always smell so good and sweet.”

You smile and look up at him. “You always smell like such a man.”

“A man, huh?” He smirks, the lines around his eyes crinkling the exact way you love. You can always tells just how amused he is by how much his eyes disappear. You love that about him.

“Yeah, you just smell capable, always faintly like wood and leather. I love it.”

You love a lot of things about him. In fact everything that you know about him, you love. You love how gruff he can get when he doesn’t get his way, whether you beat him at a card game he brags about his prowess in or if he burnt the toast. You love how his first stop after learning of his patrol assignments is your house, ready to spend whatever remaining time before leaving he has with you. You love how he teases you, always in the sweetest way possible, never any sign of cruelty, never knowing just how funny he is. You love how he’ll adjust the chain of your daisy pendant, gently moving the clasp to the back of your neck, his hand lingering against your skin. You love the communal silence between the two of you as much as you love the small talk the two of you share. You love how your shoulders will brush while you walk together. You love how he always puts the pictures you draw for him around his home turning it into a gallery of your work. You love how he’s become your closest friend, sharing lighthearted inside jokes over meals. You love how he doesn’t even blink twice when he sees you open your door in his shirt, knowing you love how soft and worn it is. You love him, ground shaking, rip roaring love. It feels kind of like being carried away by the ocean.

You never thought you’d be able to feel this way about someone. Joel Miller, the man from Texas, so beautiful, so handsome, so soft, so capable. You know he’s lived a longer life than most even in the reality you and the world share now. You know just what he’s lost and what he’s sacrificed. He’s so complicated and yet you can tell exactly what he always needs.

“You look a little lost there sweetheart, you alright?” Joel pushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m okay,” you turn towards him, sitting on your knees. “Joel, I love you,” you breathe out in one, long nervous breath. “I– I think I am in love with you.”

Your anxiety beginning to peak at your admission.

Your heart beginning to race.

Your nerves begin to twist inside of you, your doubts begin to make themselves known… until the sight before you quiets all of them.

Joel blinks with the realization realization of your words as his eyes slowly look into yours, he gives you a crooked grin, his dimple deepening as his lips turn upright, a low exhale departs his lips.

“I love you too sweetheart, so much. Been feeling this way for quite awhile, just didn’t want to spook you. In fact, damn near kept me up the first night I realized it. Pretty sure I’ve loved you since the first day you showed up on my doorstep in those overalls with your box full of pretty colors wanting to make me something.”

It’s been named. It’s as golden as Joel’s skin, more tanned and golden from the longer summer days. It’s as warm as the cup of coffee Joel pours out into the chipped owl mug. It’s as sweet as the scent of the flowers he picked for you. It’s as safe as the feeling of being pressed up against his body in an embrace. It’s love.

“I love you.”

“Say it again sweetheart,” Joel pulls you into his chest, your body falling into his. “I love you.”

“Sounds perfect coming out of your mouth,” his hand coming up to lift your chin up towards his face. “I love you too darlin’, let’s go to bed.”

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You used to call your home your sanctuary, but you’ve found a new oasis at Joel’s house in the second room down the hall upstairs, his bedroom. Light gray walls, a chair in the corner where he always lays his clothes out “just in case,” crates of records and a dilapidated record player that hisses loudly, a bedside table, a drawer of it now filled with your things, a large bed covered in a dark gray thin quilt he uses in the warm months that smells of him.

That same soft quilt you now lay under, your body clad only in his shirt. The way Joel watches you as he removes his jeans and shirt, the way he gently lifts the covers to join you in bed, the way he exhales against your forehead as he kisses it, this time it feels different. This time he pulls you closer, clutching his hands against your back tighter. You rub your bare legs against his, your hands rest against his chest as he leans in for a kiss. Soft lips meet yours, it’s the first time you’ve kissed him in his room since the two of you admitted your love.

It all started with a glance months ago, a nervous meeting in his living room, an accident leaving you splayed out on the road in front of his home, an early morning walk to your library, and a mural for him to remember his past. Now, Joel Miller is kissing you in his bed, surrounded by all of his things, inside his home.

You lean back from the kiss, the soft light of the lamp he’s left on bathing the room in aureate tones. “I love you,” you whisper, the hazel in his eyes shimmer as he gives you the same crooked smile he blessed you with earlier.

“I love you, so much sweetheart,” he returns against your lips, kissing you. The deep timbre of his words radiate through your body, spreading warmth through your limbs as you open your mouth and his tongue licks against yours.

Your hands grab his hair, fingers wrapping around his curly tendrils, breath hitching as he kisses down your neck, goosebumps covering your skin when his tongue dips out to lick the sensitive spot between your neck and collarbone. His hand snakes down to the hem of your shirt to lift up and remove it, taking the opportunity to roll you on your back, planting himself above you. His tongue roams down your body to lick and lave all over your now bare chest, dragging it back up to your mouth leaving a chaste kiss on your lips before moving back down to take a nipple in his mouth.

You squirm underneath him feeling the weight of his cock resting against your thigh, you want him so bad. His hand grabs your ass as you bring your leg up to give him more access to your now aching cunt.

The two of you have fooled around in his bed, you’ve explored each other’s bodies, you’ve had him in your mouth, he’s had you in his, but there’s been a silent agreement between the two of you to not take it a step further. Tonight? Tonight that’s going to change.

You reach a hand down to palm him through his briefs, he smiles against your chest as you moan at how hard he is.

Another moan strangles out of your mouth as his hand moves from your ass to your cunt, running a line from your entrance to your clit and back down.

“So wet f’me, I love how wet you always are f’me. Fuck, I love you baby,” he dips a thick finger into you, his thumb rubs against your clit, “love this pussy.”

“Joel,” you whimper when he adds another finger, “make love to me.”

“I will baby, it’s all I’ve wanted to do, just need to get you ready f’me.”

He buries his fingers deeper, curling them up and hitting the sensitive spot inside of you. Your legs begin to quake as his two thick fingers fuck you through an orgasm, slick spilling out onto his fingers. Your hands clutch the sheets as you stare wide eyed at his handsome face.

“S’beautiful. My beautiful girl, love how you cum for me.”

“Please,” you beg. “Please let me feel you inside me.”

The way his hand pets your knee reminds you of the way he softly touched you the day you fell. A tumble from a rock setting in motion your love story. You’re naked on Joel Miller’s bed begging him to make love to you because of that one little rock. You wish you could put it on display in your home.

He groans as he leans back on his haunches and pulls his briefs down, his cock springing free and already leaking. He’s so hard and so ready. He’s all yours and he loves you.

His large body climbs over you, entrapping you underneath him, the only place you’ve ever wanted to be since that first day you saw him. Your hips rise to try to get his cock closer to you, legs spreading open to offer him your pussy.

He leans down and kisses your neck, licking his way up to your mouth as you grab his cock and begin to pump him bringing it closer to your dripping entrance.

You guide it in, he’s so big it stings. You have to remind yourself to breathe as he slowly begins to move in and out of you. A slight grin on Joel’s face breaks out as he feels your pussy grip him.

“I love you,” tears prick at the edges of your eyes, you’ve never felt so secure, so warm, so full as Joel moves inside of you, his broad body looming over yours. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hands run up and down his broad chest and stomach, feeling his muscles pulse as he moves inside of you.

“Love you too baby, so much,” he groans as your cunt flutters around him. He takes his time, languidly entering and exiting.

He’s everything you’ve ever wanted, a protector, a listener, a lover, his cock stretches your pussy as you think about how much you love him. How lucky you are to have him.

“You feel so good in me, you fill me so well,” you praise. Joel’s eyes burning into yours as you moan your words out with each push of his hips against you.

His grunts mix with your moans as he kisses you, your whole body begins to shake. His nose bumps against yours as he thrusts harder.

You’re so overwhelmed by his body, by his cock, by his love. You grab his biceps as your orgasm begins to peak, your pussy tightening around his cock. You’ve never had him this way, and you fear you’ll never get enough of it.

“Yes baby,” he grunts, his pace becoming relentless, the sound of his body against yours echoing in his room. “Cum f’me, cum f’me. I love you.”

You gasp “I love you” as your orgasm crescendos, nails digging into his arms, heart beating rapidly against your chest, body quivering underneath Joel as he fucks into your soaked cunt.

“Love you baby," he growls as he pulls out and shoots his cum across your stomach.

You stare up at the sight, his face blissed out after cumming all over you, his mouth slightly agape panting for air, the one curl of his hair you love that always rests against his forehead hanging forward as his big brown eyes stare into yours.

"I love you darling," he smiles dipping his head down to kiss you.

"Love you," you say against his lips.

Whatever you did to deserve Joel Miller’s love, whatever brought him to you, whether it’s a rock or fate in the apocalypse, whatever caused this love between the two of you, it’s like a myth.

Later that night, you fall asleep next to Joel in his bed, the last words you hear as you drift off to sleep is “I love you” whispered against your neck.

A/N: See you next Monday!

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zgvlt · 1 year

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sending your crush a survey form hcs part 4 second years x reader (separate) -> kalim, jamil, silver

general tags: gn reader, fluff + attempt at humor, sfw, not beta read, mix of text and images (for images, alt text/image description available)

other parts in this series

character: KALIM AL-ASIM premise/trope: sending your best friend a crush form. it's mutual but everybody... sort of just assumed that the two of you were already dating already

HOW HE (AND JAMIL) REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

Kalim's amused by many things, music one of the more significant interests he has. So, when he learned that he could customize the ringtones and notification sounds he has for all of his friends, he spends a lot of time assigning a tune for each person in his life.

It's why he immediately jumps up and searches for his phone when he hears the song he specifically chose for you.

Jamil gets it for him the second he recognizes the song playing because he's heard it so much it's ingrained in his memory.

(Kalim does not mute his phone unless specifically asked to. Usually for emergency purposes but Jamil doubts messaging you 24/7 qualifies as such).

Jamil checks the message briefly to make sure you're not getting hacked (it said you sent over a link and, well, there's been an increase in MagiCam accounts getting hacked lately...)

Jamil wishes he never checked it. When he gives Kalim his phone, he wants to walk away immediately. He does NOT want to be on the receiving end of the gushing, no way, absolutely not.

Even if it is a little cute, like some kind of fairy tale that he might have liked in his youth, he just wants to have some peace, and peace did not include Kalim yapping about how lovely and cool and amazing he thought you were.

Kalim's talking about how much he loves you and Jamil's immediate instinct is to sigh and ask why he won't tell you instead. You're his significant other or some other label anyway, right?

Kalim blinks in confusion, his fingers pausing the sticker spam he was inevitably doing.

"We're not dating though?" Kalim says. Jamil pops a blood vessel. "I wish we were! We could go on all sorts of cool dates, we could go visit my family, and then..."

Jamil tells him they literally already do that. They go on cool dates all the time. His family knows who you are (partially his fault, he let them know who Kalim spends all his time with these days, but obviously Kalim's fault for talking about you, too).

Jamil exits the room and tells Kalim to read the questions properly. He also says congratulations in advance.

Kalim's not dumb by any means, so when he realizes what the form is all about he's cheering and giggling to himself, like he wants to get his flying carpet to take a quick ride while, simultaneously, go get his drum kit so he could play his sudden excitement out.

His answers are equally excitable as your questions. Though it's mostly just vibes, he does get some really sweet answers out there about how much he likes you.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

Your relationship had been a long time coming... At least, that was how you and Kalim saw it. The two of you were so intertwined in each other's lives that spending your futures together just made sense.

For everyone else, they had thought the relationship was already there in the first place, so imagine their surprise when Kalim announces that there was going to be a party, a party to celebrate his new relationship, with you as the guest of honor.

They call Jamil a traitor for not telling them you and Kalim hadn't actually been dating all this time. Jamil wants to explain that even he didn't know, but he decides it's more fun to pretend he was the outlier who knew the truth all along.

He's planning a celebration for you, actively participating in the creation and setting up process because it's important to him that you would enjoy. He's taking into account what food and drinks you enjoy, how much people you want to attend and who should be in attendance, the music you want playing, even the colors of the decorations.

Initially, he wanted the party to be a surprise but he can't resist calling you. He wants this to be a perfect gift for you! He has to make sure you like each and every thing, so he calls you every few minutes to ask about even the tiniest of details.

It also probably helps that he just... really likes talking and listening to you.

Speaking of talking... While he keeps many of the specifics to himself, he's also talking about how nice and great and cute you are for confessing to him that way. It becomes the talk of the dorm, and Jamil won't be surprised if it becomes the modern day love story of their homeland.

Kalim's the one who seeks you out too, picking you up from wherever you said you were to bring you back to the dorm. He's so excited that he's (finally!) your partner!

The two of you spend a few minutes gushing about each other, and then he says,

"Alright, let's go!" He pulls you along with him, grasping your hand in his. "Let's celebrate the start of our love together!"

character: JAMIL VIPER premise/trope: sending your boyfriend, who you miss very much and is very busy, a crush form to remind him that your feelings have not waned one bit

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

You're wonderful to him, really, so you have the decency to send the link a little later into the evening, around the time you know he'd have less chores to do, more academics in turn. It's a time you know he'll allow himself to check his phone, and you know your message will go read.

You tell him you don't have to open the link immediately, to only do it when he's free.

Jamil sees the form file name and title and, well, he thinks it's time for him to wrap up his evening immediately. If he's to abide by your request, that is, to answer the form when he missed you... That would mean answering as soon as possible.

JAMIL : I don't know how to react. Should I call you corny or sweet for pulling a stunt like this?

He tells you that, but the reality is that his body has already decided how to react for him. His face feels too warm for comfort (which says a lot, considering he's rather used to the heat already).

He's hiding his face with his hood on the way to his room, and even when he's in the privacy of his quarters he can't help but want to cover up his face a little longer.

Conflicted between immediately getting back to you (at least, sending in his answers before you go to sleep) and preparing for bed, he ultimately decides to save the best for last, getting his heart to calm down as he undoes his hair and takes off his jewelry.

When he reads through the questions, he goes from being ready to pass out to doing leg kicks in bed and burying his face in his pillow (because he changed from his uniform, therefore no more hood).

Jamil answers the questions a little bluntly (with some quips aimed towards you here and there), but since it's something private, something he's sure you won't share with anyone else, he's comfortable giving you the affection you seek (and which he, too, misses giving and receiving).

(He also, just, has a thing for imagining you as flustered as you make him, so he likes to flirt a little bit. Oops 😊😁🤭)

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

Morning come, everybody notices that Jamil is in SUCH a good mood, so good he can't even hide it.

It's surprising that he's acknowledging anyone at all considering, upon closer inspection, Jamil's eyebags looked... well, noticeable. Especially since he hadn't put on any makeup yet.

Kalim's usually the mood maker in Scarabia, but Jamil's genuine smiles are infectious, and soon enough everyone else is smiling, too, even so early in the morning.

Though they do wish he would talk to them a little bit more instead of spending his time on his phone (another rarity), but overall they're just happy that Jamil is happy.

(They all consider making some kind of prayer or offering to the Sevens now. Whatever or whoever is making their vice dorm leader having a wonderful morning, may it continue to do so forever)

As for Jamil... He knows he spent a good amount of time talking to you last night, but upon waking his natural instinct is to greet you immediately.

You're his treasure, his love, so if he goes to sleep thinking of you instead of dreading the morning come, and wakes thinking of you instead of the pile of work he'll inevitably face, who can really blame him for being visibly content?

JAMIL : I know I said I'd be too busy this week to commit to a date, but I don't think I can wait that long to see you. JAMIL : I'll find an excuse for Kalim, so... JAMIL : Shall we go on a date tonight?

character: SILVER premise/trope: sending Silver the form should have been relatively uneventful... if not for his well-meaning but nosy family

HOW HE (and the rest of Diasomnia) REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

The thing is... Silver's asleep when you send the link. That's not your fault of course, nor is it is. However, the two of you just have the most unfortunate timing. Maybe you shouldn't have sent multiple follow up messages, then it would not have alerted anyone else.

Silver's phone has multiple beeps and, well, his fae companions are a little more sensitive to sound than others. It's inevitable that they'd either be annoyed or intrigued by the constant notifications.

Sebek just wanted to mute it, really! However, the screen lights up when he puts it in front of his face, and he sees your name, and he instinctively says it out loud, and then it's all over.

Lilia and Malleus are taking peeks at the small device as well, trying to make sense of the cut-off previews of each message you sent.

Sebek is... trying to be a good person so he's doing that thing where he covers his face with his hand, but leaves a gap between his fingers for him to read the texts.

They want to wake up Silver because SILVER'S LOVE LIFE IS ON THE LINE WHAT IF YOU DELETE YOUR MESSAGES AND DECIDE YOU REGRET YOUR (admittedly unique) CONFESSION.

Lilia's talking about taking one for the team and he activates the face recognition unlock on Silver's phone. He's not going to look through what you sent or anything (yet) but he does send you a text to let you know that Silver's still asleep and to not worry about why he's not responding.

Well, that stops the message influx.

Ironically, it's the silence that wakes Silver up, and he's immediately suspicious when he sees three fae crowd over his cellphone.

When he finds out you've been sending texts he's very apologetic to have kept you waiting, and when he realizes just what you sent he's extra apologetic... and flustered. Not only did you send him such a thing, but his father, Malleus, and Sebek all got a glimpse of it, too.

SILVER : I'm sorry for taking so long. I feel asleep again. SILVER : I have control of my phone now, in case you were worried about... the others being overly curious again. SILVER : I'll answer what you sent and get back to you as quickly as I can.

Silver's answers are serious and straight to the point, but not to the point that it lacks affection. Rather, he manages to weave in his perception and feelings for you rather seamlessly.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

He just meant to let the trio outside his room (he knows they're there, they are not being very discrete) know that he was going to meet up with you for a little bit, maybe talk about the next steps of any relationship you could cultivate in person.

However, they're bombarding him with apologies for snooping (he's already forgiven them, honestly) and questions about whether he's finally having his first romance.

Even Sebek, once he says his piece about making sure to allocate enough time for training and academics, gets pretty into it.

Silver clarifies that he's going to meet up with you specifically to discuss what the two of you should do with your mutual feelings, and then they're talking about what courtship offering he could give and what attire he should wear and what song he could perform ad he loves them, really, but it's a little bit too much.

He lets them know he'll leave as he is and that he'll be back for dinner. Lilia jokes that he should cook something special for the occasion and to bring you along to dine with them.

He runs before he can be pressured into agreeing. Malleus and Sebek look like they want to join him instead of facing Lilia's cooking.

You're talking to a bird when he sees you. The sight makes Silver smile.

"The birds have a great eye. Those colors suit you," Silver says. He makes sure the stem has no thorns before he tucks it between your ear. "Perhaps the forest critters have taken a liking to you, too."

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[ 1 ] Compared to the previous crush forms (aside from Floyd's), these ones sort of have the theme of getting people involved in the process. I feel like if I were to make or receive one, I would be sharing them or letting my friends take a look, so it felt realistic enough to have some characters actually tell people about the form and not just keep it to themselves

[ 2 ] I don't think I have to say this, but don't violate people's privacy with their phone in real life HAHAHAHA this is for plot purposes only

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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hey there! i LOVE your blurbs and was wondering if you could write one abt dbf!hotch where he’s comforting the reader after her friends have treated her like crap? maybe end with a confession of feelings?

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cw; dbf!hotch x fem!reader, age gap, aaron and reader already have a close relationship, references to alcohol, reader doesn't have a good relationship with parents, fluff

all characters within this are 18+

"why would they do that?" you sniffled from the passenger seat, failing miserably at wiping the tears flooding down your cheeks.

aaron never failed to come to your rescue. your parents had never been like him- understanding, which was ridiculous considering how close he and your dad were. if they had their way, your social life would be nonexistent. and despite being well past drinking age, they disapproved of your going out tendencies, quite frankly, all your tendencies to begin with.

you had been out bar hopping, and while you were off getting another drink, your so-called friends slipped away unnoticed. not wanting to take a cab home alone and calling your parents being out of the question, especially not at your drunken state, the easy solution was aaron.

despite the extremely late hour, and living a good thirty minutes away from the place, he had been there in almost twenty.

"why would they just leave me here?" you hiccuped. "i don't understand."

"because they don't deserve you." aaron's lips frowned into a line. this wasn't the first time he's heard about your friends treating you poorly, and not the first time he's witnessed you in tears over it. "you're too good for them."

aaron's eyes averted from the road quickly, stealing a glance at you. your lip was trembling slightly, short intakes of breaths leaving you as you attempted to lessen your sniffles, your mascara slicked cheeks. still, you never looked so beautiful; he felt himself yearning to wipe your tears away, kiss them away even. hell, you were too good for him.

"i know," you nearly whispered, nodding your head as another hiccup shuddered through your body. "what's wrong with me, then? what have i-"

"there is nothing wrong with you." aaron's fingers clenched the steering wheel as he interrupted you. "it's them, not you. if they're failing to see how kind, thoughtful or how stunning you are, they have more problems than they realize."

"you really think so?" your eyes looked up and down his face. your stare lingered, relishing in the fact you could do so with no repercussions, no possibility of your parents noticing.

finally deciding to give into his own tendencies, ignoring the fact he deemed his best friend's daughter untouchable, he grabbed one of your hands, instantly taken aback by how soft your skin was. "oh sweetheart, i know so."

"thank you." you mumbled as you tentatively intertwining your fingers with him, your heart pounding. "for coming to get me. and just, well, everything."

he inhaled a silent breath, giving your hand a tight squeeze. "when i say anytime, i mean it. i'd do anything for you."

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cozyjae · 1 year

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confessions- j.jh 🥂🎙️

info: roommate au, drunk confessions, jaehyun x reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: alcohol consumption

a/n: i’m posting my old drafts <3

A loud crash and a subsequent string of low giggles late at night draws you out of your room, cautiously approaching your living room with curiosity and slight concern, only to find your roommate staring at a mess of records strewn across the floor.

It takes all of three seconds for you to realize Jaehyun is drunk, noting the way his head whips around to you suddenly, surprised to see you- as if you don’t live together, before breaking out into a wide smile, skin obviously flushed a deep red.

“Hey!” He says loudly before wincing at his own voice, frown immediately forming as his dark eyebrows knit together. “I didn't wake you up did I?”

“No, I haven’t gone to bed yet,” you wave it off, watching the way he stands up slowly as your eyes drift to the opened bottle of wine on the coffee table, “I was just making sure you were okay.”

In the almost year that you had been roommates with Jaehyun, you don’t think you have ever actually seen him drunk. Occasionally he would come home late at night, a little louder than usual with hooded eyes and red ears, accompanied by his friends- but you have never seen him anything past tipsy.

“Have you been drinking?” You ask rhetorically, already knowing the answer that he confirms as he nods, “You want some?”

“Uh,” you hesitate but are easily convinced by his hopeful expression, wide eyes looking at you with anticipation, “sure, I guess.”

Jaehyun grins, sitting on the sofa and patting the cushion next to him as he pours you a glass, overly concentrated on the simple task as he hands it to you, fingertips brushing against yours. He bumps his glass with yours before he drowns the wine quickly, making you laugh into your glass, only taking small sips.

You watch him with interest, having never seen Jaehyun like this. You were comfortable with your roommate but not drinking wine together at 2 am comfortable, yet he seemed completely content.

Before your former rommate moved out to live with her boyfriend, she introduced you to Jaehyun- a friend of a friend who needed a place to stay as soon as possible after transferring universities.

Since then, you’ve fallen into a non romantic- yet domestic, routine with each other that brought a comforting normalcy and company to your daily life. You took turns grocery shopping and cooking meals and split up chores and kept a shared to do list.

Although Jaehyun was a relatively private person, he was still extremely polite. He played music but it was always at a considerate soft, volume- never too loud. If he stayed out late, he would always tip toe back in and if he had an early class and you were still sleeping, you could always hear his endearingly quiet movements through the walls of your apartment and sometimes the clatter of pots followed by a muttered curse word.

During the first few months of living together, whenever you felt like doing something and your other friends were busy, you always found yourself naturally drifting towards Jaehyun as he did the same with you, often appearing at your doorway with a timid invitation to watch a movie that he rented.

But as time passed, you slowly began to go to Jaehyun first, spending time together not just when your other friends were unavailable as Jaehyun simply became a friend himself.

As much as your friends pestered to you and made obvious the potential relationship between the two of you, you never really pursued anything with Jaehyun. What you had together right now was enough, and you wouldn’t want to ruin everything and lose your roommate and now- friend, by an incorrect assumption.

Said friends also befriended Jaehyun after he moved in with you as your individual friend groups began to intertwine. Like earlier today, when Donghyuck was over studying and catching up with you, Jaehyun hung around as you ignored the not so subtle hints and ques Donghyuck attempted to give. Even after Jaehyun left, your friend continued with his declaration that you and Jaehyun were obviously infatuated with each other, which you rolled your eyes at and refuted.

You don’t deny that now and then, you could notice a certain level of tension between the two of you, whether it was when the cashier at the grocery store assumed you were a couple or how Jaehyun always listened to your late night, stress induced rants, nodding along as you confide in him and offering kind advice.

You could always see the two of you moving forward with a relationship, you already lived together and were comfortable with each other- but you can never truly know what Jaehyun thinks and you were definitely not going to outright ask him.

And so, your budding feelings for Jaehyun stayed between you and Donghyuck- much to your friend’s dismay as you reprimanded his meddling and turned your focus back on the schoolwork he had come over to complete.

Jaehyun’s abrupt movements snap you out of your thoughts as he leans down, reaching for the discarded records, suddenly fixated on opening a specific one. “Do you need help?” You ask warily, watching the way his tongue pokes out in intense concentration.

“No,” he says distantly but his actions say otherwise. You lean down anyways as he fumbles with pulling out a specific disk, taking the record from him gingerly and pulling the sleeve off easily.

“Do you want me to put this on?” You ask softly as he nods, sitting back up to watch the way you move across the room, staring at the way your oversized shirt hangs off of your frame, legs exposed under the thick material as you stand on your tiptoes to reach the device that Jaehyun brought with him when he moved in.

You fiddle with the record player, carefully putting on the record that instantly fills the room with soft, melodic jazz that echoes through the player’s speakers with a low, soothing rhythm.

Jaehyun smiles at the familiar song, arm thrown loosely across the sofa, “this one’s my favorite,” he says quietly, making you hum in appreciation. You move back to where he’s sitting, about to join him before Jaheyun reaches out to grab your hand. “Dance with me,” he whispers seriously.

“You’re really drunk,” you say matter of factly, biting back a laugh at his determined expression as you let him use your weight to pull himself up to stand, swaying slightly as he stares at you with hooded eyes.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun agrees before a smile breaks out across his features, dimples appearing in the soft pink, tinged skin of his cheeks, “I can still dance though.”

You laugh silently as he looks at you for a few more moments, smile slowly turning into a small pout. Before he can say anything else your tongue pokes in your cheek as you mutter a quiet, “fine.”

Jaehyun’s arm quickly comes to circle around your waist carefully, almost testing how the touch feels. It felt different, him touching you in a way he never had before. It wasn’t like your usual, accidental touches, like when you bump into each other in the small space of your shared kitchen while cooking and he places a hand on the small of your back while moving past you.

This felt so intentional, touch weighing heavy on your skin, feeling the way his fingertips each move individually on your waist. Jaehyun looks at you for an okay and you nod your head, “yeah,” you say softly, letting him pull you closer. Your hand comes to rest on his shoulder, skin covered by the simple black t-shirt he’s wearing.

He sways both of you from side to side, hands warm as one stays on your waist and the other holds your own hand delicately. He’s silent from his overwhelming concentration, mind filled with only buried thoughts of clouded admiration and attraction.

Jaehyun rests his head in the crook of your neck, burying himself into your shoulder as you feel his lips pull into a smile that ghosts along your collar bone and his nose press further into your skin.

The short duration of the song goes by in a hazed quickness that you don’t notice until the song fades out slowly, offering only a few seconds of low static before the sound cuts abruptly and silence fills the room.

Jaehyun waits before reluctantly breaking and immediately plopping back down on the sofa, letting his body sprawl across the cushions. “That was nice,” he mumbles as you frown at his new position, already concerned about the possibility of him falling asleep there.

“Here, why don’t you let me help you into your room?” You say gently, knowing his current position on the small couch would only lead to neck crooks and aches in the morning to go along with his already predictable hangover.

Jaehyun hums distractedly, mind elsewhere, not disagreeing but not making it easier for you to help him.

You hoist him up, holding his forearm as his fingers graze over your hand, rubbing your skin softly. His fingertips run over your wrist then hand, grasping onto you for stability.

“How did you get this drunk on wine?” You complain more to yourself, realizing the extent of his lack of dexterity as Jaehyun just laughs breathlessly, mumbling something incoherent into the material of your shirt.

He lets you lead him into his room fairly easily with little resistance. You move him to your side, letting him wrap and arm around your shoulder for support.

You open his door and Jaehyun suddenly breaks away from your grasp to flop onto his bed, sprawling out comfortably.

You smile watching him squirm on his bed, shifting to get comfortable, even drunk Jaehyun was endearing. You make sure he’s in a better position than before and then move to leave, figuring you would see him in the morning with Advil to help the hangover he was bound to have.

“Don’t go,” Jaehyun says lowly, voice laced with realization, trailing off as you turn back to face him.

“You need sleep,” you say and Jaehyun doesn’t respond, instead he looks at you intently before suddenly groaning and frowning exaggeratedly, his full lips forming a small pout.

“I’m so embarrassed,” he groans, not making eye contact as his thoughts begin to spill freely with no filter.

You sit on the foot of his bed while his gaze follows your movements. “Don’t be,” you say, voice laced subconscious sincerity, “It’s fine. Remember how you helped me when I was drunk after Johnny's party last month? That was embarrassing.”

He laughs, shaking his head, “no, that was cute.”

You give him a small smile, not bothering to disagree. It’s quiet for a few moments as you watch Jaehyun, his eyes close as his eyelashes brush lightly against his skin. You watch the slow and steady rising of his chest, shirt hanging off his frame, exposing the warm skin of his chest and collarbones.

You start to think Jaehyun fell asleep until his eyes suddenly flutter open to meet yours directly as he sucks in a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds before speaking. “I love you,” he blurts randomly, making your lips part in complete surprise.

You’re momentarily stunned by his words, unable to process any of your own as Jaehyun continues casually, “like,” he breathes out, “really.” He giggles lightly, different from his usual, low laugh. Jaehyun’s eyes widen before he covers his mouth with his palm, seemingly realizing what he just confessed, mumbling a muffled, “oops.”

His words ring in your mind continuously but you refuse to let them completely register. Jaehyun was drunk and you couldn't allow yourself to bask in an admission that you doubt he would remember in a few hours. You smile wistfully, “I’m gonna go,” you say quietly, patting his leg.

“Wait- what do you say to my romantic confession?” He whines, reaching his arms out as his hand plays at your fingers to try and keep you next to him.

You let out a small laugh, letting his fingertips rub over your knuckles, eyebrows raising jokingly, “That was your romantic confession?”

Jaehyun doesn’t respond at first, only staring at you as his gaze flickers down to your lips, obviously lingering too long on your lips. You laugh again, causing Jaehyun's eyes to snap back up to meet yours, matching your smile and laughing airily.

He shifts, hair splayed across his pillow, “yeah,” He says simply.

“You’re drunk. I don’t-,” you stop, trying to find the right words to seriously break down what he said, “we can talk about it in the morning.”

He sighs, air puffing out his cheeks stubbornly, “Technically,” he cranes his neck to look at his bedside clock, “it’s morning right now,” he says, staring at the glaring, red 2:49 AM.

You roll your eyes, turning and looking away to hide your smile as Jaehyun grins at your reaction, “do I make you laugh?”

“Yes, Jaehyun,” you say with endearment, noting how he looked like a child seeking validation with wide eyes and concerned, furrowed brows, anxiously awaiting your response.

“Do you think I’m funny?” He asks again in a small voice.

“Yes,” you reiterate gently as he continues, propping himself up by his elbows. “Is that why you laughed today when Donghyuck asked if you liked me?” He asks pointedly, only blinking as he awaits your response. ‪

Your chest constricts and your mouth opens in surprise, confusion reading across all your features, “Jae, what? You heard that?”

Your mind instantly replays the conversation you and Donghyuck had earlier that afternoon when he asked if you liked Jaehyun after the elder had left.

You remember laughing awkwardly at Donghyuck’s question, choosing avoidance over straight up denial, but it still didn’t stop a wide grin from appearing on his features, looking at you like he had confirmed his suspicions, “Oh you totally do.”

“So what?” You mutter, shoving your textbook away from you to lay on your bed, “it’s not like I’m going to do anything about it, and I don’t know, I doubt he feels the same way.”

Now, Jaehyun sighs loudly, making you realize he must have only heard the first part of your conversation. “You don’t like me.” He says matter of factly.

You look into his searching eyes, lips twisting as you think of what to say. “Of course I do, Jae. I just- I don’t know, I thought I didn’t know if you felt the same way,” you explain, giving him a small smile, “And besides, I didn’t want to admit something that to Donghyuck in the first place.”

He hums, seemingly content, “I like it when you call me that.”

“Jae?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, hand reaching back out to hold yours as you hesitate. “I- I, think we should finish talking about this in the morning.”

He blinks, retracting his own hand. “What does that mean?”

“It just means you’re drunk right now.”

He seems to take that as an acceptable explanation, satisfied with your response and reaction to his admission. When you bid him goodnight he only smiles, relating a soft, “good night,” before you’re closing his door quietly, rubbing your face in confusion.

Jaehyun’s words leave you lying in bed unable to get rid of the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach and unable to sleep due to the feeling of eventually confession and discussion the next morning would entail.

You wonder what you would even say, what Jaehyun would even say, and if he even truly meant or remembered what he admitted. It makes you nervous, so nervous that you fall asleep with a feeling of dread overshadowing any excitement or anticipation you would have otherwise felt.

“Morning Jae,” you say knowingly, amusement monetarily overpowering your nervousness as your obviously hungover roommate comes into view.

Jaehyun turns from his seat at the kitchen bar with messy hair and tired, narrowed eyes due to the light that streams through the large bay window in your apartment.

He laughs tensely, hand on his mug as he looks up at you nervously. “Yeah, really nice,” he says sarcastically, smiling with you before he clears his throat, expression instantly changing and making your voice immediately catch in your throat. “About last night,” he starts, turning away from the countertop to face you.

You bite your lip, awaiting the worst rejection stemming from his own confession, waiting for him to deny and apologize for any admission from his drunken consciences

“Well- first, I'm sorry about that, that was,” he pauses, struggling to find the right words, “uh- not me and very embarrassing.”

You nod, not really knowing what to say as he continues. “But thank you for helping me,” he gives you a smile that you return easily.

“Yeah, of course,” you say, feeling his choice of words had completely affirmed what you feared.

“And I remember some of the stuff I said and I just want to say- I mean, that was not how I wanted to talk to you about my feelings. But I want you to know that I really do like you.” Jaehyun says everything in one breath, adding a small, “if haven’t ruined any chance I had with you.”

He pauses to read your expression that doesn’t look immediately negative as he’s encouraged to carry on. “I overheard your conversation with Donghyuck yesterday and then,” Jaehyun visibly cringes as he continues, “I got kind of sad and drank the wine Yuta bought me from forever ago. I shouldn’t have listened and I shouldn’t have done,” he gestures wildly with his hands, “whatever that was.”

He looks at you with a rawly vulnerable expression that you have never seen before, wincing as he recounts the events from last night while he awaits your response.

“I mean, I really like you too,” you say quietly, making his head snap up in surprise, “really?”

“Yeah,” you say, thinking it was pretty apparent. “Of course I do. I really like living with you and I really like spending time with you,” you twist your fingers subconsciously, shifting under his gaze, “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I guess I made that easier,” Jaehyun laughs and you so do you, taking the seat next to him and resting your elbow on the counter, looking at him with raised eyebrows in agreement, “it was a very bold approach.”

Jaehyun’s smile widens before he bites his lip, “Can I kiss you?” He asks shyly before rambling, “I mean I’m pretty hungover right now so maybe not but-.”

You cut him off, moving closer than you already were, leaning up and reaching up to press your lips into his sweetly, breaking apart after a few seconds only to smile up at him- your roommate who had suddenly become so much more, “I don’t mind.”

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anlian-aishang · 9 months

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SNK Men - Falling Out of Love with Them - Levi, Erwin, Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Zeke

tags: snk x reader, sfw, angst, food mention, alcohol mention, smoking mention, break-ups, modern AU, gn!reader

Levi:

You could tell from the second you laid eyes on him: a man of few words, an introvert, full of thoughts but nothing to say. Silent heart held secrets. Crossed arms guarded them. You longed to unlock his cage, to set him free, and shoulder those burdens with him. That desire gave you the courage to approach him. Your kindness kept him there.

Far later, living together, closets and cabinets filled, routines intertwined, such milestones used to give you confidence in your relationship. Over time, though, they became looming doubts. Levi never talked about his day, about himself. When you asked him, he provided mere slivers. When you pressed on, he narrowed his gaze in a way that shut you up. He was the foil to your fairy tales: never professing his love, never a heartfelt love letter just cause. In fact, no confessions of love at all.

Sharing a bed with you, but not his past. Levi had met your friends, your family, but you couldn’t name either of his parents. Where did he grow up? What brought him to this city? Why does he love you? Does he love you?

Years gone by, you started to question whether you knew that much more than you did that first night. Tears in your eyes as you surveyed him from across the living room: hand on his cheek, attention solely on his reading. He looked just as mysterious as he did back then. All that time, those efforts, your affection: wasted.

A man of no regrets gained one in your departure: he should have told you everything. The only one he had ever lived with, the only one he had slept with, he thought it was obvious - how special you were to him. The pain of recounting his past was nothing compared to that of losing you. The vulnerability required to open up was much less than that of reconciling your break-up. In his eyes, he had been an open book. In his eyes, there was no reason to try that again.

Erwin:

Out of your league. Top of the food chain. Tall and blonde, smart and beautiful, he had the eyes of everyone on him. When you learned that his were on you, god, it was a feeling you wished you could bottle forever. If you could have, maybe that would have prevented you from falling out of love.

From the first day you met him throughout the course of your relationship, you never forgot how appreciated he was, even if you wanted to. It was what drew you to him, now what separated you from him. Every morning, he left for work far before you woke up. Every evening, he was home too late for dinner. Weekends were wonderful - lazy cuddles, fancy brunches, movies and museums - but they were all you had: a mere 72 hours of his week. Work was his life, his wife. You were just his part-time, his side hustle.

Over time, so constantly reminded of his importance, you felt comparatively, increasingly worthless. How many meals alone? The housework of two allotted to only one. Dinner parties where your date was the hidden corner or the cocktail bar rather than him. You realized: you were practically already single, and you would rather be comfortably single than repeatedly broken up with - every time he chose you last.

What you missed were the kisses on your forehead before he left those mornings, the overtimes he put in so that his weekends could be free for you, the refusal of all-expense-paid business trips to Paris, London, Hong Kong just because they did not fit in your schedule. He had the world at his disposal, but home was always his top destination. Some days, he was late to arrive there. He left earlier and more often than he would have liked. But it wasn’t the mansion that drew him back, it was always you.

Eren:

Eren’s spontaneity was perfect for that summer fling, the movie star of your coming of age. Last-minute drive-ins, sudden custard cravings, sneaking out of windows, and spur-of-the-moment road trips to nowhere, Eren was game for all of your heart’s desires, the most indulgent boyfriend, maple syrup on tap.

Seasons changed, though, yet his impulsiveness didn’t. Come your birthday, he had no surprises planned, just whatever you want. Anniversaries that he would play by ear. When leases ran up and it was time to decide whether to move in together, he was a shrug of the shoulders: what do you think? Anything about your future, he played listener and simply let you drone on. He did not change the subject, but his lack of enthusiasm essentially did, a deafening silence to your thoughts: indifferent to a life with you.

In frustration’s lens, his open mind became a careless one. Adventure was just childishness in disguise. Did he really love you or the idea of you? Were you a special someone or just someone to share experiences with? Unthoughtful, and you don’t deserve someone who doesn’t think of you.

You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine when you suddenly packed your bags and snuck out of his house for the last time. Before he could realize you were upset, you were already gone, denying him a chance to tell his truth. He did not care about the steps along the way, all he cared about was sharing your path. Leaving decisions in your hands, he let you be the captain while he played passenger to your life. Given your fear of growing up, he felt that he could be your partner in playfulness, keeping your spirits alive. All of him meant to prioritize your happiness, whatever that would take, wherever it would lead you - even if it was out the door.

Armin:

Ocean-blue eyes, sunshine in his hair. Warm smile, soft hands. His appearance caught your attention, his mentality was what hooked you. Armin thought ahead, far ahead, constantly several steps before yours. It allowed you to relax for once, trusting that everything was safe in his hands. Reserving tables, making plans, shopping lists, booking hotels, thorough itineraries, his handling of everything convinced you to worry about nothing.

In taking away your stressors, though, he had taken them all to himself. He would pile on, pile on, pile on until he was overwhelmed, taking it out through sporadic morning sprints and screaming in scalding showers. Apparently, his preferred decompression lie in caffeine-fueled midnight spells at his desk over a bed with you. When you tried to quell him, he would whimper, I’ll try to do better. I’ll do better. A simple sentence, but misunderstood. You thought he would improve at communicating with you, that he would work to share his workload. He meant the opposite: if he could manage his time better, if he could measure his responsibilities accurately, it would prevent his meltdowns so that he wouldn’t have to run to you.

You were patient week by week. Month by month, you began to wonder. A year later, and he still had not even thought to let you in. From there, anxiety’s voice amplified: he thinks you’re incapable, incompetent. You can’t be trusted with even the smallest things. He doesn’t trust you.

No matter how many times he read it over, your letter still confused him. Encyclopedias and editorials, no piece of literature had left him lost like you had. A good head on one’s shoulders was his first and foremost requirement of any partner, so why did you say you didn’t have one? You saw his mistakes and loved him past them, how could you claim he was a perfectionist? All of him was with you in mind, but if he couldn’t share his life with you, you weren’t his life partner.

Jean:

By his own confession, he was helplessly in love with you. Jean said it early, said it often, both in words and actions. Close cuddles every night, deliberate kisses every morning. Regular reminders of his feelings had lifted your self-esteem from lowest lows to highest highs. You were such royalty in his eyes, you actually started to believe it in your own. Jean willed your status into reality.

You became the decision maker, the head of the home. He became your biggest fan, your yes-man. From things as small as choosing dinner to topics as big as world views and your futures, he was completely agreeable. Your hobbies, your friends, your feelings became his. At first, you thought you had met your perfect match. Despite his praise, though, you knew that the world did not revolve around you, only his did. When you asked him what he really wanted, he looked lost. Starting hypotheticals with if I wasn’t around… left him dazed.

He was your perfect match because he was your mirror. In becoming yours, Jean Kirstein lost himself, you killed him. Playing his commandant, you destroyed him. Letting him free, you owed it to him.

Jean could not disagree, no matter how much he wanted to: he had become yours, you had changed all of him. What you got wrong, though, was that it was for the worse. The role of significant other was what made him come alive. Before you, he was nothing. With you, he was something. Your needs gave him purpose. Your smiles gave him rewards. You had led him down a candy trail in pursuit of your affection. He had always imagined it would lead to a lifetime with you, but instead, you cut him off in the middle of your forest: lost and confused, alone and hopeless, nowhere and nobody.

Reiner:

Radiant. Blonde hair reflected all light, making him stand out in any scene. His voice was deep, you dove and drowned in it. A head-turning, infectious laugh. Reiner’s body language was confident, his figure strong. His smile was inviting, his eye contact solid, attractive conventionally and especially to you. Broad shoulders would carry your troubles, soft lips would kiss your wounds. You clung to him like a life preserver, someone to share your struggles.

It was selfish of you, but he didn’t see it that way. In fact, he took it as the opposite. In catching your tears, he knew you would be there to wipe his. Listening to your vents, you had handed him a microphone to voice the things he needed off his chest. With you, Reiner was comfortable, even more than times he was alone. You let him cry while his inner voice yelled for him to stop. Tears penetrated your shirt, soaking all the way to your heart. Ashamed to admit it, but you used to enjoy them. A one-person audience to his other side. Proof that he could be himself with you. You took pride in that exclusivity.

Night after night, though, those emotions started to lose their rarity. Bags under your eyes, drifting off to sleep but woken up by a loud sob, Reiner was no longer romantic, but pathetic. That assured and capable man from before turned hollow in your presence. This isn’t what you signed up for. You’ve been tricked. You’re not his therapist. Instead of sympathy, apathy. Your former desire to hear all he had to say was overshadowed by your longing for him to be happy. The more he cried to you, the further you reached towards the conclusion: he was more often sad than happy in your presence.

You said it was best for him, but you were the best thing that ever happened to him. You said that you could still be friends, but his friends didn’t know what you did, no one did. You had taught him it was okay to feel, but finished the lesson: just not with me.

Zeke:

Sharp, critical, an opinion for everything, above it all. You found him flawless because he could find flaws in anything, so when you managed to make him fall for you, your ego swelled: you were perfect.

Reserving a passenger seat in his car, you felt you had booked a celebrity. Movie tickets, plane tickets, side by side, the exclusive partner for his excursions. Sharing his bed felt too good to be true. In it, the adoration he gave you was ripped straight from your dreams. For you, he only had praise. When he became your everything, your flaws disappeared to nothing. Two perfect people in love with each other, you thought your relationship would be the same.

It was for a while. Hearing his rambles, you savored his cynical perspectives and the low sound of his voice. His contempt for everything else, you translated it as proof of his love for you. When all else was awful, he found solace with you. Eventually, though, that lens grew cloudy in cigarette smoke. You could listen for hours, but the only thing that stopped his rants were the Marlboros. You never minded the smell of smoke, but when you thought of its connotations - confiding in cigarettes rather than you - you grew to hate it, to envy it.

You worked so hard to make your home a happy one, but rant by rant, it was filled with sadness. If he had so much to complain about, he must not have been happy. If he was not happy, you were not helping him, at least, not enough. Not enough, not enough, not enough - no matter how much he insisted.

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ YEONJUN as your boyfriend…

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a/n: this is very messy & random but :D i hope you don’t hate it ! / these will automatically be idolverse (at least i think) + i intend on writing for ot5 but give me some time & u shall see <3 pls lmk ur thoughts abt this !!

* he’s such a loving guy, so much love to give and he honestly gives love through all the love languages in some way or another

* so when he realizes you reciprocate love for him in the way he never realized he’d always wanted to be loved, homie is lovestruck !!!!

* you look out for him all the time and you pick up on things he himself doesn’t notice sometimes and you take care of him too and it’s making him go bonkers because sweet heavens he appreciates it infinitely

* for example, he’ll come home exhausted after practice and he messages you or calls you as soon as he’s off

* the idea that he loves to constantly be in contact with you and is great at communicating makes u </3 but anyway

* he’s still on the phone with u as he comes over to see you (bc that’s what u both decided on and he was also feeling hungry and he loves eating late at night with you idk)

* he loves his ramen but he also loves making it together when it’s just u two in the kitchen and you’re talking in hushed voices and you’ll shush each other and giggle and when u guys do eat it’s dead silent bc you’re both set on eating it up

* moving on

* he walks in and is taking off his shoes when he sees you THEN hangs up the phone call with you

* “i ordered some takeout so we can eat with the ramen, junnie—let’s eat up!”

* he literally goes 🥺

* but he’s funny and dramatic so he has to do something with his lip to make it look like he’s sobbing screaming weeping etc

* you’re about to hug him and he goes uh uh uhhh

* “im stinky and sticky, baby :(“

* so you tell him “fine go shower” and of courseeee in response he goes “wow you’re not even going to argue or insist u gave up so easily woww clearly you don’t want my hug”

* GET OUTTTTRR

* of course he takes his shower and afterwards you share a little kiss or two (hundred) and make ur ramen and eat like the richhhhh

* once you’re both done and just scrolling through tiktok and god knows what else he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers and you think for the 18748283818th time that day “im the luckiest person ever”

* in this life ur allowed the luxury of not only being with yj but u get a house/living space and it’s yoursssss anyway #slay

* when u get ready for bed yeonjun just flops on the bed taking his spot

* he already knows the drill

* you turn everything off except for your aroma diffuser light and the tv bc jun mumbles “wait…i wanna watch a movie”

* you toss a blanket over his long body and get underneath your own covers all for him to just cuddle against you

* you give him little massages from what you can reach on his back and arms since you’re basically holding him and he sighs and gives a little peck to where his face meets your skin

* they start becoming wet kisses and you’re laughing bc it’s ticklish and squirming

* the plush of his lips sends vibrations from where he murmurs how much he loves you

* he settles eventually but he’s still rambling and you listen fondly

* you could listen to him talk for hours and hours and forever and ever

* his voice is the greatest thing to bless your ears and you can’t help but smile to yourself with anything he says (now)

* he proclaims his love for u incessantly even though u feel like you’re the one who’s the luckiest and you don’t do much

* when it comes to leaving before work, you might throw in a little note just so that he will literally never not be reminded of ur love for him or one of yours and his favorite snacks and when he finds it at work he makes the biggest deal about it to the point that taehyun has to step up and be like “can you calm down, you do this everyday”

* on days where u get to go to work with him at shows and stuff, u bring a little pillow and a light blanket and wear ur comfiest clothes bc 1) sometimes u help the staff who helps ur bf and the band 2) sometimes ur really just a bed for him to lie on

* the staff treats u nicely with pleasure also bc they love yj and the txties to death

* when it comes to laying down, he loves being ur little spoon, even if he might be much larger than you

* he loves when being held from time to time bc if one could describe his love, the word ‘grand’ could be used — he always gives physical affection always does big gestures of his feelings always communicating always putting himself out there

* yeonjun loves being held though, he loves being shown that he’s loved by you

* like yes he will wrap his arms around you and or pull you in for a hug randomly but god does he basically go up to heaven when you do the same for him !!!!

* cup his face with your hands and he’s done for….

* when things get rough whether you’re there at his work with him or at home, you’re his safe place

* he or one of the guys usually give you a heads up through text but if not, it’s not hard for you to see the reality

* if a show went wrong or someone said something that really got under his skin, he would have to wait a very long time to blow off some steam but once he sees you or hears you that stifled burning hot steam dissipates, fading from the forefront and he’s laughing again bc you’re the funniest person to him just smiling so wide (at the end of the day though he’ll just whisper to you how he felt earlier)

* sometimes he might get very frustrated from either the workload, particular hate comments, or something that offended him or his boys that they can’t address and as strong as he and they are, sometimes he’ll just need to collapse on top of you and you just wrap him up in a bundle and he has his face buried in your neck and usually you’ll feel the wetness of his tears or feel the shudder of a cry wracking his body, you’ve learned to calm him down by massaging his neck and his back muscles all along patterns that his heart winds down to mimic

* you reassure him and listen to him and help him let go of all he’s been holding in and after a while he doesn’t feel as grouchy and sad and he feels even better bc you also ordered him some warm food and ran him a bath

* he babies you all the time so you enjoy babying him in return

* and when it comes to arguments 🥺

* sometimes if there’s a misunderstanding or disagreement (which are usually pretty rare or small), but on the occasion of them being a bit bigger - in which it may affect half to the entire day or the vernal argument itself lasts a bit of time, there is one thing that yeonjun will always do without fail

* on nights like this when you both were unable to actually meet up with the other to get through this little rough conversation until evening and the day has worn down both you and him and you’re still trying to talk through - volume interchanging but never reaching scream levels

* you’re tired and snappy and getting frustrated and he remains persistent in trying to find a place within the argument where you can both compromise (or even just him, he just wants to go to bed with you in his arms on a positive note)

* but when he brings both his hands together like he’s going to pray, he knows that you know that it’s gonna end right there

* you quiet down and let him walk to you, bringing those hands forward to gently reach out to your own

* “wait yn, please,” he sounds exhausted and despite the argument you find yourself touched that he’s still firm in his conscious to never ever take his exhaustion or frustrations out on you

* it’s a brief realization

* “i know you’re not done and i didn’t mean to interrupt you but just please — i just need to hear you say it”

* “say what” it’s genuine, lacking any fire from earlier, even if you both know what he wants

* “please yn please don’t forget that i love you, and please tell me you love me”

* he squeezes your hands a little and it makes you release a sigh in response

* yeonjun just looks into your eyes desperately and how could anyone resist the biggest sweetheart in this universe

* you let his hands go to cup his face with your palms, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones

* “i know you love me, just the way i love you yeonjun” you tell him with a smile and it makes him smile like it’s the last thing he needed to hear before poetic death — he makes relief look that beautiful

* you apologize and he does too, refuting yours, though it’s not particularly for the main core of the argument, it’s about everything else

* you usually take the next day to mend and effectively settle the argument

* he will never not show his love for you — he always has you in his arms and wants you to always be up front with him as he is with you and he would literally do anything for you

* you make him laugh and you do so much for him that he gets emotional sometimes when he talks about you and his mom loves you so much that he likes to plan trips to meet his family and he wants to meet yours

* very much a ‘happy together, together forever’ kind of person :3

#im positively I’ll #down bad #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun imagines

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shadowtriovibes · 10 months

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hello lovely ☺️ how abouuuut #26 for the shadow trio?

"please… say something.” [sebastian x mc x ominis]

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It had been approximately three months since you and Sebastian had started making Ominis’ life a living hell.

To be exact, it had been two months, three weeks, and four days. But it’s not as if he’s counting, of course. Because if he were counting, that would be utterly pathetic, and Ominis Gaunt is not some pathetic fool mooning over his best friend’s girlfriend.

…Except that he might be.

Because approximately three months ago, you and Sebastian had shown up at breakfast with mussed hair and wrinkled clothes and eagerly broke the news to Ominis that you’d confessed your feelings for each other the very night before.

(You hadn’t needed to tell him that you’d been holed up in the Room of Requirement ever since, because Sebastian hadn’t come back to the dormitory that night.)

“We want you to be the first to know,” you had told him softly, reaching for his hand.

Ominis had sharply drawn his hand back. “W-well, um. I suppose… congratulations are in order.”

He didn’t see how you’d frowned and hunched in on yourself disappointedly, or how Sebastian had blushed guiltily and opened his mouth as if to explain further before thinking better of it and staying silent.

Ominis had simply poked at his breakfast, unsure why the most obvious thing in the world – the two of you making things official, finally admitting that you’re mad about each other – had made him feel like he was going to be sick.

It took a few more weeks to figure it out, but by the time Ominis realized that he was in love with you too, it was much too late to say anything. A gentleman never would, especially not with how happy Sebastian seems to make you.

Then it took another month for him to recognize that the possessive, jealous feelings he felt whenever you coaxed Sebastian away from spending time with him weren’t exactly indicative of a platonic friendship, either.

So Ominis remains silent whenever the two of you murmur sweet nothings to each other during your shared lectures, or when he catches you snogging when you’re supposed to be studying by the fire in the common room, or even when you both slip away after dinner and don’t resurface until Sebastian sneaks back into the seventh-year boys’ dormitory with all the grace of a drunken Graphorn.

He could endure it, he thought.

…Except that lately, you and Sebastian seem to be determined to flaunt your happiness whenever possible. Just last week Sebastian had invited him to Hogsmeade for an afternoon that made him feel like a pitiful third wheel, and you’ve offered up the Room of Requirement multiple times for “extra Charms practice,” as if he’d even dare let himself in without knocking – thrice.

It eventually comes to a head when he comes back to the dormitory after his last class of the day to grab an extra bottle of ink for his dictation quill and hears moaning the second he opens the door.

“Merlin’s beard!” he exclaims, lingering awkwardly in the doorway. “This is a shared space, Sebastian.”

“We thought you had class,” he calls out lazily.

You’re giggling softly and he hears the sound of rustling sheets. He can’t decide if he’s never hated being blind more than in this moment, or if he’s never appreciated it so greatly.

“I did,” he hisses. “But I ran out of ink. Also, it’s the middle of the afternoon. Do the two of you have any decency?”

“Not so much, no,” Sebastian drawls.

“We’re sorry, Ominis,” you offer, but it doesn’t sound like you’re particularly apologetic.

He curses under his breath and aggressively aims his wand toward his corner of the room, hoping to avoid having to visualize how your bodies are intertwined. (As though he isn’t already picturing it in his mind, he thinks ruefully.)

“I’ll just get some ink and then I’ll be going,” he mumbles.

But before he can pull out his spare bottle from his desk, you hesitantly offer, “If you want, you could stay.”

He very nearly drops his wand. “Wh-what?”

“I said, you could stay here with us,” you repeat.

You carefully climb out of Sebastian’s bed and cross the room to where Ominis is standing completely frozen. The pale red light pulsing at the end of his wand glances off your bare skin.

Merlin, you’re naked, he thinks.

“Ominis, we’ve been trying to talk to you about this for ages,” you tell him softly.

This time when you reach for his hand, he lets you take it – mostly out of shock, mind you.

“Sebastian and I, we’ve been thinking…” you start. “Since you and I first met, it’s always been the three of us, and it hasn’t felt right without you these past few months.”

Ominis frowns. “What are you suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting you might be a bit daft,” Sebastian says casually. “We’ve tried bringing you to Hogsmeade for Butterbeers to loosen you up, inviting you up to the Room of Requirement for a little ‘practice,’ but nothing seems to be getting through to you.”

“I’ve been insisting for weeks that we needed to be more direct with you, but Sebastian wanted to take things slow,” you say ruefully. “...Obviously it didn’t seem to be working, so letting you ‘catch’ us seems to have done the trick.”

Ominis is completely lost.

“We want you, Ominis,” you finally tell him. “We want this relationship to be the three of us, in every way.”

“That’s… that’s preposterous,” Ominis breathes. “That’s not even… three people in a relationship together, it’s – it’s untoward. Deviant, even.”

“Why?” you ask softly, lifting his hand to press it against your bare hip. “Why can’t it be sincere? We love you, Ominis. We have for a long time.

I love you too, he wants to say.

But what you’re suggesting… It’s beyond inappropriate. He’s not sure he’s ever heard of a relationship like this, shared equally by three lovers. It doesn’t seem possible, or even imaginable.

…Except he does imagine it. Merlin, he’s imagined it so many times, until he felt like his depraved thoughts must surely be the work of some scheming succubus.

“Please, say something,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Ominis,” Sebastian calls out from the bed. “We’re not complete without you.”

He whines softly and lets his head tip forward – a clear demonstration of surrender. He’s only a man, and he can only protest so much when the girl for whom he’d quickly fallen head over heels and the boy he’d gradually come to adore over many years of friendship are calling him to their bed.

You gently take his other hand to slip his wand from his grasp and rest it on his desk. Then you press his free hand to your waist and nose along his sharp cheekbone until he lets you press a tender kiss to his lips. He assumes you’ve deduced that he’s never been touched like this before, judging by how gingerly you’re guiding his hands as he explores the curves of your body.

You’re so warm, he thinks. You’re entirely softness and warmth beneath his fingertips – so different from the other body in the room, defined by firm muscles and faded dueling scars that Ominis has visualized many times but never touched.

“Come to bed,” you whisper against his mouth.

“S’not a very big bed,” he mumbles back.

“Fair point,” Sebastian agrees, and even though Ominis can’t see it, he knows he’s sporting that ever-present cocky grin. “But I think we can make do just this once.”

#bestie this took SO LONG for me to get to i'm sorry #i blame the wedding stuff #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #shadow trio #sebastian x mc x ominis #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #mini fic #i mean... this one's not so mini LMAO

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burningblake · 1 year

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Chenford + they have a d&m about their feelings

+ prompts: Chenford + "when did you fall for me?" / Chenford +She feels the same way / Chenford + you're my person

The jeep's engine rattles to a stop across the street of her apartment. It's past midnight, she's spent all these hours with him, and still she doesn't want to end their time together. He doesn't seem any eager to let her go either, which makes her beam at him.

His hand moves from the speed lever to grab her hand. He intertwines his fingers with hers and gives her a soft smile. She doesn't know if her heart is ever going to get used to him leaning forward for a kiss, because once again it lurches in her chest, with the same accuracy that it did that first time in her apartment.

His mouth is hard on hers, burning with all the anguish of even a brief goodbye. When their lips part and their eyes meet, there's only bare traces of that anguish in his gaze, and she can tell that he's guarding most of the power of his feelings for her. She knows by how her lips are still ablaze, her soul restless in the wake of his touch.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says earnestly.

She turns her body fully towards his direction and rests her head back on the seat, her eyes glued to his. Her voice is barely above a whisper. "You know, I don't have to go upstairs right away. We can sit here for at least another hour."

Tim slowly mirrors her position, relaxing into her gaze. "Does the cover story for today cover this transgression?"

She smiles smugly. "What do you think? It's trivia night, I will simply claim it went until late."

He shakes his head. "You're quite good at this."

"Well, all that UC training has to pay off somehow."

"No, you were good even before that."

She tilts her head, raising her eyebrow. She doesn't know if she's ever going to get used to him praising her.

He smiles. "If I didn't know better, I would think Lucy, and not Nova, was the one flirting with me back during your second UC mission."

His words leave her staring at him in quiet surprise. Because she remembers that part of the mission fondly, but she wouldn't have expected him to remember. It was around that time that she had started considering she might see him as more than a friend.

She fixes his gaze. "Well, you didn't know better."

His expression slowly grows from confusion to surprise and then shock as her words sink in.

"Come on," she says quietly, shaking her head, "even if it wasn't quite obvious at that moment, it certainly became obvious when I stayed at your place later."

He's still speechless, and even though she feels out of her depth having started this conversation, she fires on, because she can't stop herself. "There was a moment, you hugged me and then we almost kissed. And then later, when you went to your bedroom, I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking that you were in the other room. I almost joined you."

His eyes widen, his jaw slacks. He glances at her mouth, then focuses on her eyes again. "I can imagine what would have happened if you had. I mean, I would have probably told you that you were too vulnerable from Jackson's death and that you weren't thinking clearly." His words hurt, even though they're talking about a hypothetical past. But then he continues, "But I was also restless that night, I fought with the idea of coming to you. So I don't know if I'd be able to resist you for long. I'd probably kiss you in a moment of weakness and then we'd both live to regret it in the morning."

"Maybe," she concurs. "Or maybe we'd realize that Jackson's death uncovered some true feelings that already existed."

She looks into his eyes, waiting for him to confirm or deny that they did.

Tim smiles lovingly and lifts his palm to stroke her cheek. "You've always been more in tune with your feelings than I've been with mine. It took me long to name my feelings for you. I denied even thinking about the possibility, because I was scared of what it would mean. I even tried to run away, choosing to be with a person that wasn't the least suitable for me, and even then I didn't want to admit that this was what I was doing. And then the truth came crashing on me. By that time, I was already too far gone to be able to understand how or when it happened."

She nods, smiling. "That's… a wonderful answer."

He grins. "It's the truth."

"I'm glad that we finally agree that Ashley wasn't suitable for you."

He looks at her incredulously. "And Chris was?"

"No. But that's not the point."

They both laugh. Tim leans in and kisses her softly.

When he pulls back, he whispers, "I am in tune with my feelings now, you know."

"Oh really?"

He nods. "I came in full sync with them a few weeks ago, in fact, when I almost died."

It becomes incredibly silent in the car. She realizes that she's holding her breath.

Tim's eyes move to their entangled hands as he speaks. "I mean, of course, I kept thinking that we still hadn't gone on our proper first date, but I also thought of… other key moments that I would miss experiencing with you." He looks upwards again and smiles, as though to lighten the heaviness of his words, but it's impossible. "Marriage, kids, grandkids. I realized then that you're my person, the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." His voice becomes almost a whisper and a knot appears in it suddenly. "Lucy, you're the love of my life."

Her breath comes out with a sound that's half a choked whimper and half the happiest laugh. Her smile is so broad, her cheeks almost hurt. Tears rise up to her eyes, her entire soul pouring into them.

She eases herself forward, until their foreheads are touching, her hand cupping his cheek. "I want all of that, too," she whispers. "I've never felt like this for anyone before." She gives him a nudge, holding his gaze firmly. "I love you."

The happiness that registers in his expression is like nothing she’s seen before on him.

"I love you, too," he almost chants, before his lips are on hers again.

His hands roam up and down her shoulders, as their kiss becomes a tangle of teeth and tongues and tears. They make out for so long, she loses track of time.

This time, when he looks at her again, there's no filter there.

Her thoughts fill with the uninvited memory of the desperation she'd witnessed on him early in their relationship, whenever they chanced on his wife. She couldn't understand someone loving another person with such force back then, let alone loving them more.

Because the way Tim is looking at her now is more. It takes her breath away. And the craziest part is, she understands exactly how he feels. For the first time in her life, she feels the same way.

(masterlist)

#chenford fanfic #chenford #the rookie #tim x lucy #if you didn't figure it out this is set before the start of 5.12 (the night that tamara claimed she saw tim drop off lucy at her apartment)#i also included an earlier 'i love you' confession even though i still hope it will happen on screen lol

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Going on a first date with Kate Bishop,,, like it would be so asorsmvsjfnvd I love her

My heart 🥺

Kate Bishop x GN!Reader

Clint introduces the two of you.

And he only does bc after defeating Thanos and losing so many friends, you were in dark places. Depression was hitting you hard. And Clint was worried for you.

So after you see him again bc he wasn’t letting you avoid him any longer, he introduces you to Kate during Christmas at his house with his family.

And from the minute you saw her, you were so taken with her.

It was her eyes at first, her bright eyes had caught you so off guard that when she had introduced herself, it had taken you a solid minute to realize she had been talking to you

But when you were actually listening to her, you were fucked. Her voice was something of a beautiful cheery tone and for some reason it made sense. And you liked it.

But then she was smiling while she talked with her hands moving, her body clearly in a state of excitement because she was meeting you.

And that’s what got you smiling for the first time since Tony’s funeral.

After that, you two had gotten each other’s phone numbers and it was none stop texting after that.

Everyday you texted.

“Good morning!” Was the first thing you received from her every time. It never failed. Nor did the goodnight texts.

So by the four months of knowing each other. You asked her out.

It had been a FaceTime call. And it had slipped out your mouth when she had answered with a cheery hello and a laugh which always followed.

“Want to go on a date with me?”

It had been silent after that. She was never silent but she had been and it had been terrifying.

“Took you long enough.”

You had laughed with her and had decided that the two of you would meet up at a park.

It was terrifying waiting for her to arrive. You had arrived early bc you lived a little further from her, so you had decided it was the best choice. But then it was getting a little late and she was nowhere to be seen.

It was a constant check of your phone to see if she was running late. Something could’ve happened. And attack. Or maybe she just didn’t want to see you…

“Hey! I’m here! I’m here!”

She apologized profusely but now that you weren’t so worried, you had to realized how on brand it was for her. So you laughed.

When you took one good look at her, you had almost stopped breathing.

“You look beautiful.” You had said in one breath, face going red. So did hers, but she grinned.

“You don’t look bad yourself,” she said.

You two walked around Central Park, talking about things you had already talked about but now it was better because texts were not shorten. Kate was talking with all her enthusiasm, her body language so encouraging to let yourself feel alright to be just as enthusiastic.

As the afternoon progressed, and the sun was setting, and people began to leave, you gave yourself a small pep talk and grabbed her hand.

Kate looked down and with a smile she tighten her hold and got closer to you.

When you two got hungry, the nearest place was a pizzeria. You had tried to pay for the food but she had gotten it first.

“What? You held my hand, the least I can do is feed you.”

It had made you laugh, but dessert had been on you when you two walked by a little ice cream shop.

You two made your way back to the park, and as the night settled, you two find a spot to star gaze.

It was your turn to do all the talking as you talked about the stars and a space.

When you turned to look at her, you immediately blushed because she was looking at you with a smile, eyes on you roaming your face, and her cheeks were red.

“I really like you.”

Your stomach was suddenly regretting the pizza and the ice cream.

“I really, really like you too.”

Your touching hands found themselves intertwining slowly, and just as slowly, your faces were coming closer.

“I really want to kiss you,” you whispered when you were barely inches away.

“What’s stopping you?”

Nothing…so you leaned in…and you saw how her eyes fluttered shot right before yours closed…lips finally touching.

It was immediate. The way your whole body felt the electricity of it. How her warmth made you feel so secure, how softly and shyly her lips moved again yours that you could only think how much you were into her.

You definitely own Clint a big one.

#theravenclawlover #June 2022 #mcu #marvel #Kate Bishop #Kate Bishop x reader #kate bishop fanfiction

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FNAF DCA Fanfics

Please heed warnings before reading and some may be registered user locked.

The Pirate Kings Duchess by ArtemisRed

You are the heiress to the East Duchy and the fiancee of the Crown Prince of the Empire. You've waged strategic battles with your foes and even took down the Pirate King, all to make the King of the Empire proud and to make you worthy of a spot as Empress. But this shit is getting old fast, and you don't want to be a part of it anymore. It would be a real shame if three handsome pirates just whisked you away… wouldn't it?

Seastar Island by Solunest

You've been stranded on this tiny island on a planet almost completely covered in water. While you're possibly the most socially awkward person to ever grace your planet and theirs, the mer below have a different perspective of you. Can you make friends with the fish or will the forever see you as a fiend?

Cryptid Sightings by NaffEclipse

Perhaps this would scare a person, being all alone in the woods in the dark, but not you. You’re too intertwined with the paranormal and inexplicable. It’s in your blood. That doesn’t mean your heart won’t pound with terror when you face something with fangs and hungry eyes for flesh, but you don’t run away, and that’s what matters most. You will face the monsters.

Alexa, play Heather by Conan by eleanMeirr

You watched as Sun and the guard talked to each other. You watched how Sun’s rays fluttered, how he let out a happy gasp and hugged the guard close. Looking away from them with a little smile, you ignored how your hands started to shake and the room felt warmer. You tried to ignore their giggles and focus on the little computer work in front of you. It wasn’t like you were the main character here. They had no reason to like you back but her? She was the one after all.

I Think I Smell A Rat by Eyndr

Being a robotic repair rat who lives in the walls of the pizza-plex is a pretty great gig, all things considered! You fix the wires instead of chew them, and you get into tight spaces those silly humans can't reach and fix things up behind the scenes. You do your little tasks diligently, and all is well. That is, until one night when you realize all of your other repair rat friends have gone missing, and almost all of those animatronics outside the walls are acting strange… You aren't sure what it is that needs fixing, but by golly you'll fix it! You just might need a little help along the way…

Temple of the Celestials by ArtemisRed

To be the priestess of the Temple of the Celestials is the highest honor, or at least, it used to be before the gods became angry. In the last five years, all of those sent to serve the gods have come back dead, and now it is your turn to try and placate their anger. You are beyond terrified, but maybe, just maybe, they aren't as bad as they seem.

Please Choose Us by ArtemisRed

You have a new job at the Superstar Daycare. Sun is so sweet and silly, and Moon seems like he's always thinking about something. You have an ex that won't stop bothering you and kids at the Daycare that want to spend every single minute with you. It's busy work, but you love it

Celestial Roommates by HowToLoveADragon

"So your possible roommates are already up there, I let them check it out since you were a little late..." Codie catches something. "Wait, room-mates? I thought there'd be just me and one other person?" Mrs. Simmons turns to look at her sheepishly. "Well, technically it was just one roommate. But since last week it's two now that they're separated..." she trails off. Codie frowns in confusion but the manager waves her off. "It's alright, they're very nice, I'm sure you three would get along." 'But there's only two rooms...'

You Are My Lucky Stars by ArtemisRed

As an employee of the Lucky Stars Gift Shop, you have a great view overlooking the Daycare. This wouldn't be a problem if the Daycare Attendants weren't so distractingly cute!

Snake Your Way Into Me by ArtemisRed

Congratulations! You've been hired! The brand new assistant to the FazCo Laboratories, researching two members of an unknown species. It's all very exciting and you can't wait to get your hands on some super snazzy new animal friends, but they are way too cute for their own good! What are you gonna do? How are you going to deal with two very handsy 20 foot long snakes?

Daybreak by ArtemisRed

You are a barmaid at the infamous Gold Coast Pub. Sun and Moon are Captains of the infamous Daybreak. What would it be like to be infamous together? A riveting pirate adventure with lots of action but mostly just being adorable with the boys.

Dance With Me by ArtemisRed

You are an aerial dancer performing for a dinner. The Don of the city's mafia interrupts said dinner, making himself known to you as he literally catches you from a nearly disastrous fall. "Dropped right out of the sky, didn't you, doll?"

We Lurk Inside The Shadows by ArtemisRed

A little black book spells out names that burn in your heart. Your sole purpose is to rid the world of their filth, to cross out every one of those names. When you meet two lovely cafe owners, you second guess your career path. What would they do if they found out what you do?

My Lovely King by ArtemisRed

You are from a long line of hardened businesswomen. It's your job to make connections and open up the way for business deals, but now you've got your biggest challenge yet. A very adorable King who is rumored to have a dark side. Its such a shame that only one of them has sharp teeth, cause you'd sure love to be bitten.

A Cursed Kiss by ArtemisRed

The rain poured on the cobblestone around you. Thunder boomed overhead, forcing you to flinch as you pulled your soaked jacket closer. No one is willing to take you in for the night. There is only one place left, the cursed castle.

Balloons and Magic by Peony_Soprano

Sun and Moon were the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex Party Planners. The parties were only ever booked for the Glamrocks, never for them. So filling out the weekly party whiteboard, was just another task. That was until they get a surprise that would change their lives forever.

Glimpse of Us by Justaduck6432

Everything at the pizzaplex has slowly become more and more automated. You've watched a lot of your friends and fellow coworkers get laid off in favor of the funky staff bots. You always assumed you'd be safe in the daycare. You were working with small kids, after all. They need a tender touch! Oh, how wrong you were. Two years after your not-so-polite firing, however, Fazbear comes calling. Apparently their precious, perfect attendant is in need of some assistance. And they requested you. You initially considered refusing, but the pay is double what you're making editing papers, so you dive back in. But things have changed more than you ever thought they could have.

The Stranger The Better by Eyndr

Reader is a forever exhausted young adult who has social difficulties doing their best to pay the bills, so when they get hired at the well-paying, almost entirely automated Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, they don't really hesitate to think things through before stumbling headfirst into a horror mystery surrounding this company and its crew of quirky (and surprisingly kind) animatronics.

There's a monster in the garage by CheryBee

Why do you hear banging noises in your garage?

A Wise Man Said I'm Alive; Nobody's Ever Told Him He's Wrong by wineberrysoju

You get to tinker on the best tech this side of the equator and get paid for it; pay no attention to the weird things happening in the tunnels, or the way the animatronics are acting just a little off, or the way the security team seem to be operating on revolving door contracts. They all tend to get a bit quirky at night.

Leviathan's Song by BlondeFromHell

You never would have joined the Aurora if you knew this was going to happen. No one told you that your ship was going to crash land on some horrid ocean world, nor that you would get separated from everyone else. You went to space to escape Earth’s ocean, and now you were stranded on a planet that was nothing BUT ocean. All alone. Or… Were you? Something, deep in the depths, was watching you, but what? Would you die in this nightmarish world, or could you turn it into a home with two unlikely companions?

Occupational Hazards by IcedMetalTea

You work in the SCP foundation as a researcher, spending your days interviewing some of the world's deadliest anomalies in an attempt to understand more about them. When you're tasked with researching the two keter-class SCP, SCP-6856 and SCP-6857, you don't think much of it. They don't seem aggressive, nor do they seem to warrant a keter classification, but you're diligent about keeping your interactions professional. They take a great interest in you.

In Deep Dreams Between the Waves by NaffEclipse

You see a fish, but the fish isn’t really a fish, because he looks up at you with big yellow eyes, wide with fright. Large black pupils dart around frantically. He’s small, less than half your size, which surprises you. You know mers are supposed to be big sea monsters that sink boats or cause storms, but you don’t see a monster. You think of a baby while staring at his chubby round face, creased with fear, and his small tail.

Glitter Glue Me Back Together by ArtemisRed

You're scared to start your new job as the Daycare Attendant's Assistant, but you slowly realize this job is the best decision you've ever made.

By the North star by Chex_Nyx

You had been fishing with your father in the Gulf of Mexico when a storm came through, you washed out into the sea and on shore miles away from your initial fishing spot. You'd planned to make it to the nearest town and call the coast guard for help, but you instead learn the storm has thrown you into another world that was almost identical to your worlds fifteenth century, only difference being the pirate crew of anthropomorphic animals that were now your captors, all because your bag ended up on their boat and you were dumb enough to go after it. Or where your thrown into a separate dimension, hurt and your taken on to the pirate vessel "New Dawn" where you meet the captains, who take an interest in you.

Electric Love by BitchImTired, Gucci_Eye_Bags

Pov: You’re one of the mechanics who worked on Sunnydrop and Moondrop, this happens post-game plot. You received a call from your former boss to come to fix the animatronics, you didn't expect to find all your babies having depression, anxiety, existential crisis, and any other emotional issues.

Painted Rocks by cerebralfluids

You lived along the coast for a short time, having moved from a nearby city. The locals never took kindly to city dwellers, but you made a habit of ignoring their stink eye. Rumors of sirens and beasts below the waves punctuated your daily life, but you thought nothing of it. Until--well, until terrible screams tore you from your bed and to the coast. Looks like the locals' rumors about sirens were true, but the humans appear more bloodthirsty.

Astro-Nautical by Pterolem

You're a mermaid who's just come across the weirdest ship of all time. Or rather, the ship is perfectly normal, but its crew? Not so much. You aren't sure you'll be safe here, but as a sea creature you've never truly been safe anywhere, so it might just be worth a shot. For now, at least... Surely they'll let you go when you ask? We'll find out.

My Sweet Starlight by ArtemisRed

Excited for your new job as a daycare helper, you get ready for the day. Little do you know, you'll fall in love with more than just the kiddos you play with.

Laws of Attraction by gheix_luna

When the Pizzaplex burns down, the company is quickly bought out. One morning, you wake up to a call from the new building manager offering you a job. You take it, not expecting to find friendships, trials, and romance with certain two certain robots.

With All My Love, Crumpet by ArtemisRed

London, England 1800s A runaway stops at a local tea room for a cuppa, and sees a cute paperboy selling newspapers in the rain. A close friendship ensues over cakes and tea, but what happens when the family comes for her? And what will it mean for their relationship?

#fanfics

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crimeloyalty-arch · 2 years

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let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.

it’s been months of this -- harley’s lost track of how long, but she was in school when they started this, and now they’re in the thick of summer. maybe it’s the oppressive heat blanketing new york city that’s causing so much friction between the two of them, but if harley makes herself think about anything other than the way their bodies intertwined when they started this, she’ll see the same frustrations there as well. they’re never on the same page, never have been -- not with life, not with sex. there’s silence where once they spent hours on the phone or texting back and forth, hanging onto each other’s every word.

well. harley’d hung. she’s starting to wonder if jack was ever as invested as she was, or if he’d just brought her home as a pet for bruce. pretty blond twenty-something. she’s seen the way bruce talks about her behind her back, refuses to acknowledge that the words are a dig at himself, pushing forty, too old for her and well aware of it.

so things are bad. it’s part of the reason they fight so much -- jack’s got fifteen years on her, bruce more than that. she doesn’t fight with bruce, but she’s not exactly in his orbit enough for there to be any friction. she knows jack thinks that this will all settle the second she and bruce click, but it’s been months and they haven’t. she can’t force herself to have feelings, knows bruce feels the same way, because they’ve talked about it over and over and over again.

( all she has to do is spend the weekend with bruce, have something more than casual, quick sex. she knows herself -- her heart follows her body, every time. and yet harley refuses. jack knows this about her too, has known for a long time, and she thinks that’s why he’s been so frustrated with her lately. this could be easy, if she would let it be. she doesn’t know why she can’t. )

she and jack have devolved, already, to words that are normally reserved for relationships that have been dying for a decade. please, let’s not ruin tonight with a fight. harley does this for a living -- talks couples through their inability to exist together. she should have broken this off months ago. she should have broken this off the first weekend, if not the first night. it’s not normal to have a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, always waiting to see what you’ve done this time to provoke your partner’s disappointment. it’s not normal to be anxiously waiting for the next terrible surprise.

she’s at the penthouse because it’s a friday. she always comes over on fridays. they’re eating takeout, because that’s what they do on fridays, and also because nobody in this household knows how to use a fucking stove, herself included. she’s in her twenties -- at least she has an excuse.

“ is bruce at the office? ” harley asks. it’s the first thing she’s said since the food arrived. they’ve argued before about her being on her phone during meals, so now, instead, she just stares at the wall, makes noncommittal noises in response to whatever jack says.

“ is he ever anywhere else? ” he returns. harley looks up, accidentally catching jack’s eye while he’s looking at her. she realizes for the first time just how much she fucking misses him. misses what they had before things got so complicated.

“ i’m sorry, ” she blurts, and he raises an eyebrow, waits for her to go on. instead, she shoves another piece of sushi in her mouth, and there’s this incredibly awkward moment where she’s trying to chew except neither of them are willing to be the first to break eye contact. harley finally swallows, looking away. “ i’m sorry. i’ve been pushing you away. ”

pushing him or pushing him away -- story of her life. she wants nothing more than to be on her knees for him, letting him make her choices for her. clearly she doesn’t know what’s best for herself.

“ please say something, ” she says, and he shakes his head, lifts a hand. she obeys, because it’s the easiest option. the path of least resistance.

“ let’s not talk about it. let’s just not talk. ”

it’s the worst possible thing they can do, and she knows it. they can’t avoid this conversation for the rest of their lives. but it’s his suggestion, which means that it’s his responsibility, and harley can easily make her peace with that.

dinner all but forgotten, harley stands so quickly that she almost knocks her chair over. she’s on her knees in front of him in seconds, and he lets her unzip his pants, lets her pull his cock out because it is the easiest way to get through the evening. he should scold, remind her of her place, pull her over his knee ⸻ but maybe he’s exhausted, too. maybe he’s tired of the fight.

he puts his hand in her hair and lets her take him into her mouth, because at least like this they can’t argue.

#⸻ mystified by how this city screams your name — au * wall street.#i love how this was supposed to be like a semi-healthy verse? where everybody got along?#and then harley and joker just could not be alone in a room together without one of them starting a fight #smh #still my fave au i think #this has literally been in my drafts for two months lmao #⸻ you booked the night train for a reason — queue.#crimeroyalty

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Swear it's the best that I ever had. And I think that I got it bad. I could wait for a call back, so long, enough for you to play those songs a million times.

Walking home I meet us in many different places. First it’s outside the church, awkwardly dressed in a quilt jacket far too warm for late July. Jumping into your arms, sliding mine down your back transitioning into intertwined fingers. Side by side until you let go and I see myself a couple of blocks away, pacing back and forth in a wide space in front of a closed gate, a few houses next to where we had a birthday party and you didn’t come (you didn’t want to come). I’m crying like an elder daughter, desperately trying to poise myself, my mother on the phone. Always taking your side, always have taken the boys' side, until I say that I feel as if I don’t exist, you slowly slipping away, begging for you to even acknowledge me. She changes her mind. ”Of course, sweetheart. You can’t be with someone who won’t see the fantastic things about you. Maybe he just got worried, knowing he can’t keep up with all of that?”

I keep walking. Religiously stalking your last-listened-to, looking for a message within the lyrics, the general themes, until I realize that maybe they’re about your ex. I’m terrified of finding out who she is because regardless of race (also from a Balkan country? Maybe Asian? Maybe an Elin?) or height (like you? A head below me?) or worst of all, body type (curvier? Skinny? Muscular? Soft?) it will crush me. I already know she’s my opposite and I know what it means. I’ve walked downhill to the ledge where you climbed straight up, back muscles ripping through your dumb navy blue t-shirt, a real life spider man in front of a bootleg child-like Mary Jane in awe. I gave it a go. You pulled me up, and at the top, you pulled me in, and kissed me. In my memory you forbade me to ever do that again because you could not live with even the idea of me getting hurt. I shiver at the sight. It’s a ball drop from my chest sinking down my stomach. It’s a gravitational force. Yesterday, the same route home from the same job where we met, where I thought there was no chance I have to keep away I bet he breaks five hearts at once in any given second walking around looking like that anyway he’s probably really shallow and stupid and vapid with terrible manners and - then you bought me ice cream. And then you wrote down my list of red flags ”just to be sure, they might come in handy”. Then you brought me a jacket when I said I was cold. Then you pulled out my chair. Then you pinned me up against the back of the staff room door, the only place without camera surveillance. Then, there was no going back. Anyway - at the same ledge I had to stop in my track because contrary to the expected course of events the knife stabs are getting deeper, neither fewer nor less well-aimed. Only forceful nostalgia at work these days, with the former anger having left me without shield from it.

Over the bridge unto the built-in steps where I listened to Tove Lo so loud my ears hurt. I remember thinking ”this might be the last time I am walking home to him” and as if the thought was a hive of summer flies I hurried down the stairs as if to dismiss the realization of that I was… yeah. That’s the thing. What was I really doing? I convinced myself I was breaking up with you but it was all very meta in the sense that I knew I was convincing myself that, i.e. that it wasn’t true, I was just telling myself that so that I could survive it, because I thought I knew that the reality of it all was that you were leaving me and I was just in a hurry trying to mold reality into a scenario quickly, quickly, that I could live with. A scenario in which I didn’t have to realize I was the rebound, I was the ugly girl who was dumb and ridiculous enough to ever have thought I had a chance, I was the one fooled and ripped off and laughed at.

I hurry down the steps tonight one more time, like I will be doing a hundred times again, but never again to you leaning against my door frame with your bent smile and bangs falling down before your eyes meeting mine when I finally arrive.

#written

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OMNITRANYL - 19. Impact

“What's that!?” shouted Gwen.

The creature roared and thrashed, throwing furniture and debris in Gwen and Ben's direction. Its shapeless and bizarre appearance made it impossible to identify the species or to know if it had any species to be identified.

“I don't know!” Ben replied “All I know is that it's been chasing me for a long time, and when I finally think I got to hide, you show up and bring the brute into my hiding spot!”

“Oh, I'm sorry if I didn't know that some weird monster was chasing you! But I just got here and nobody told me about it!”

“What do you mean you just got here? Where did you come from?”

Gwen didn't answer. Did she say more than she should have? Maybe for Ben, this place was Bellwood. The real Bellwood. Sooner or later he will find out, but it's better to solve one problem at a time.

“It doesn't matter! Now we have to get rid of this thing!” said Gwen.

“Good luck, do you want to try it first?”

She accepted the offer. Gwen stands in front of her cousin and coats her hands with bundles of mana. Stretching her arms out in front of her body, with her hands together and fingers intertwined in a bizarrely meaningful way, she says

“Vürkthera!”

A powerful beam of energy shoots out of his hands and hits the center of the creature's chest, hurling him against the living room wall and causing him to crash into the neighboring house.

“Mr. Sullivan is going to be a real pain in the ass with you?” said Ben.

“Who?”

“My neighbor.”

“We'll see about that. She takes her cousin by the arm and leads him through the living room door to the sidewalk of the house.”

“Okay, stop pulling me around! Tell me, where are you going?”

Gwen put her hand on her chin and looked around. Then she said:

“I honestly don't know. Somewhere safe?”

“Really? Don't you think I've already checked?”

Although Gwen had very carefully planned the steps to enter Ben's mind, now that she was inside, she didn't know what she was going to do next. Then she remembered Charming's speech in the library.

“Ben, what do you remember?”

“What do you mean, remember? Everything.”

“Before the creature chased you, what were you doing?”

“Sleeping.”

“And after?”

“I woke up.”

“Ben, I swear to you...” Gwen was trying to remain calm, but a small glow of mana was already beginning to appear on her right hand.

“I woke up. I didn't find anyone home. I had breakfast. I went to school. On the way I saw a cat stuck in a tree. I rescued the cat. I continued to school and was attacked.”

“And then?”

“I fought the monster through most of the city. I realized that he was just coming after me, so I tried to hide. But every now and then he or one of his friends finds me and-”

“Wait! There are more of these creatures!?”

“Of course!”

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“You didn't ask... By the way” Ben points to the end of the street, where two shapeless, hairy quadruped creatures are running towards them.

From the neighbor's house, the brute monster reappears, destroying the wall, the mailbox, and the car parked in front of the neighbor's house. Already in the middle of the street, he roars toward the youngsters.

“Can I join in this time?” asked Ben.

Gwen didn't know what to say or how to act. So she just stared in astonishment at her cousin and his incoherent excitement about the situation.

“I'll take your silence as a yes,” Ben extends his left arm and touches the Omnitrix disk on his wrist, activating it and making the hologram appear.

“Ben, wait!” Gwen screams, but it's already too late.

A green light coats Ben's entire body, indicating the beginning of the transformation. The glow grows in size, as does the silhouette from within the light. As the light fades, a red muscular creature with four arms reveals itself announcing its arrival:

“Four-Arms!”

The alien rushes toward the broad-trunked creature. He prepares his two right arms and hits the monster with a powerful double punch. Or is it two powerful punches? Whatever.

The creature is thrown toward one of the houses in the neighborhood and goes through several walls until it comes out on the other side of the property.

Gwen remains static, not understanding anything.

The tetramand turns toward Gwen and, with a proud smile, shows two “joins” with his right hands.

“Hey, cousin,” says Four-Arms in his thick voice, “yours are coming too, be alert!”

She turns around quickly and is met with a mouthful of fangs coming towards her. Gwen projects a shield over herself, causing the four-legged monster to crash into the defense and fall disoriented behind her.

The second quadruped also jumps next, but in this case it is hit by a car still in the air, being thrown meters away.

“You're welcome,” says Ben.

Gwen undoes the shield and, walking, approaches the tetramand.

Four-Arms grabs the first quadruped creature and holds it under one of his arms. Seeing his cousin approaching, he punched the creature in the face with a bottom-left hook that knocked the monster out immediately.

“Ben, you have transformed.” she said.

“Yes...” It coats itself with the green glow and returns to its human form “As usual, why?”

“And... And you're feeling okay?”

“Normal. Why?”

“No pain, scream or-”

“No. Why? Actually, Gwen, I'm the one asking. Are you all right? What are these questions?”

“Ben... Do you know where we are?”

“Bellwood, down the street from my house.”

“And you didn't find anything strange besides the creatures?”

“No...”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure. We are in Bellwood. The creatures are probably henchmen of some fifth-rate villain out there. If I'm not mistaken, from my vast experience, any minute now he's going to show up and give his megalomaniacal speech.”

“So why are you crying?”

“What?” Ben brings his hand to his face and feels the warm wet path of tears on his cheek.

The young man falls silent, lowers his head, and faces his own hands. He watches his palms trim the tears, one by one, without ceasing. Ben sees a pair of hands invade his field of vision and gently hold his own. The tears continued to fall, this time over the back of his cousin's hands.

Without lifting his head, he says:

“We are not in Bellwood.”

“No...”

“Gwen... What happened to me?”

“You've been hurt, Ben.”

The bright, confident teenager of a few moments ago now showed all the fear and fragility that he had been trying to hide all this time.

“Did I die?” he said.

“No! No, Ben, you're not dead!” Gwen struggled not to let a tear well up in the corner of her eye, “and you won't!”

The young man raised his head. Gwen's last line said more than she had intended to say. Maybe he wasn't dead, but his condition couldn't have been better. The tears stopped for the moment. He looked around, trying to understand the landscape around them:

“Where are we?”

“Inside your mind.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Why would I be?”

“How cool!” Ben lets go of his cousin's hands and starts running around the room, trying to touch every object he sees “Is it as if we were in a dream?”

“I don't know, I'm still learning how this spell works...”

Ben walks and twists his body with his arms open, in the best style of The Sound of Music, and says:

“If this is a dream then I am able to do anything I want here!”

A crater opened up on the ground the instant the creature fell from the sky, hurling rocks and debris into the air. Ben and Gwen were thrown by the wave of impact and fell backwards onto the asphalt. In the center of the crater, looking bizarre like the others, a tall, asymmetrical, three-armed lug begins to emerge from behind the dust that is beginning to subside.

“Oh, man…”

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I Need You (Kakashi x Reader Smut)

A/n: Oh boy do I got some smutty smut for you. This is my first time writing smut and I think I did okay! Please let me know what you think and, as always, feel free to send some requests my way! 🤍

Summary: You find yourself unbelievably horny waiting for Kakashi to get home from work. The night goes exactly as planned.

Word Count: 4200

Warnings: NSFW ( minors, there's the door -> 🚪), fem!reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, doggy style, cunnilingus

Gods, why am I so horny?

Sat in the reading chair in the corner of your and Kakashi’s bedroom, you find yourself unable to focus on the new novel you picked up at the bookstore this morning. Each time you try to focus on the words in front of you, your eyes start to drift off the page and fall on your bed across the room. The bed where Kakashi and you have had sex now maybe a dozen times. You two have been platonic partners for years, but it wasn’t until recently where you both allowed your feelings to blossom into romance. Some would say that your relationship with Kakashi came on fast, but those who say that don’t truly know either of you.

After the war, and after keeping your feelings for each other bottled down for years, Kakashi took you on a vacation to a quaint village on the outskirts of Konoha. During your stay, you two could finally relax and find comfort in each other. The future seemed less uncertain, and you allowed yourself to open up in ways you never had before. You both knew you loved each other, that you were meant for each other, but the stress of war and the lack of knowledge that either of you would come out alive prevented anything from happening. The last thing either of you wanted to do was take the other’s heart six feet under.

It was the third night on the trip when he proposed to you. Kakashi and you were naked together in the natural hot spring, embracing each other in the water. The words he spoke to you that night are etched in your brain, never to be forgotten.

“My whole life I’ve been fighting; fighting for Konoha, fighting for my team, fighting for our friends, fighting my demons, fighting the truth, and fighting the feelings I have for you. I never understood why it was so hard to escape you, but it isn’t until now where I finally understand. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. Our love is so natural, so pure. It pains me to know that our reality has muddled it for so long. You are the best thing that’s ever come into my life, and the gods only know how thankful I am that you have been by my side through it all. Everything I’ve ever gone through, every challenge I’ve had to overcome, you’ve guided me along the way. I used to think I was undeserving of your love, but now that we both are standing here, bruised and battered by our past, I realize that it was always supposed to be this way. You and me. Forever.”

That was the night you and Kakashi shared your first kiss. The night you first held each other in a naked embrace. The night you touched the skin normally concealed under each other's clothes. The night you trailed kisses down his chest, to his stomach, his hip, and up his shaft. The night you grabbed him in your hand and stroked him while looking into his eyes. The night you felt his tongue draw across your nipples. The night you felt him suck and nibble at your neck. The night you felt his fingers, god his fingers, trace up your wet heat to rub onto your most sensitive spot. The night he held onto your hip and slid into your tenderness. The night you whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears while he pumped into you. The night you made love, four times.

It’s been a week since your mini-vacation of ultimate bliss. Immediately after arriving back to the village, you both moved out of your individual apartments and moved into the Hatake estate, per Kakashi’s request. When you asked him if this is truly what he wanted, he assured you that this was the place he wanted to make a home with you and your future children. He also liked that the estate is largely removed from the Hokage tower, where he will be spending the majority of his time in the future. Renovations are far from over, but your bedroom was the first area of the house to be set up. It’s your shared sanctuary, and to be completely honest, you’ve never felt more at home.

The only word to describe this week between you and Kakashi is passionate. Even with opposite schedules, you both make time for one another every day. You’ve been insanely busy at your new job that you acquired post-war, spearheading the mental health resource center for war veterans and shinobi still in active duty. Kakashi is busy shadowing Tsunade while she sorts out post-war rehabilitation plans for the village. This is your first day off and, unfortunately, Kakashi is out doing future Hokage duties. Though frustrating, both of you are super understanding of each other's roles in this village and you respect that time with each other may be limited in the coming years. That’s why any chance you get, you both check in on each other throughout your day. Whether it’s offering to take his ninken on a walk while he’s in the office, or him bringing you breakfast when you get to work, you find opportunities to be present in each other’s daily lives.

The evenings, however, are a whole other story. Both of you are usually home a little after eight, and you’ve adapted to having late dinners with each other. After cleaning up, the rest of the evening is spent wrapped up in each other. One thing you weren’t expecting about being with Kakashi is that he is constantly touching you when you are alone together. His hands are either on your thighs, wrapped in your hair, caressing your face, squeezing your arms, massaging your shoulders, touching your lips, or any other way he can get them on you. You crave his touch, so to say that you enjoy this side of him is an understatement. Not only does Kakashi adore touching you, he also adores being touched.

Touching leads to caressing, caressing leads to groping, and groping leads to passionate lovemaking.

Well, geez (y/n), maybe if you stopped daydreaming about Kakashi’s hands all over you then you wouldn’t be this goddamn horny.

Here’s the thing with you and Kakashi’s newfound sex life. You are in the early stages. All the sex you have is all about romance, making up for the lost time, and finally expressing your feelings with your body. It’s amazing and you wouldn’t change your lovemaking for the world.

But right now, you don’t desire lovemaking. You desire rough, animalistic, dirty, dirty sex.

The kind of sex that makes you shudder in desire and fear.

The kind of sex that makes in between your legs sore the next day.

Realizing you’ve been daydreaming for the past fifteen minutes, you close your novel shut and toss it aside. You look over at the clock on your nightstand to find that it’s almost time for Kakashi to be home. Usually, you would already be cooking something up for dinner, but you have a feeling that any food you make would just get cold. Eating is not your priority right now, Kakashi is.

A devious smile forms at your lips when you consider what you plan on doing with him when he walks through the front door. Should you take him right there? Get down on your knees and beg for him? Run a warm, candle-lit bath? Put whip cream on your tits and tell him that you’re his dinner? All great options, but none are really representative of how much you need him.

In one swift movement, you are up off your chair and running towards your closet. He could be here any minute and there’s no time to waste. Once there, you take in how disorganized your closet is. You have yet to unpack any of your clothes, as all you’ve worn the past week is your jonin uniform and your pajamas. Rummaging through the boxes sprawled out on the floor, you finally find which box you are looking for. The box looks like any other box, but written on the side in marker is the word intimates.

Bingo.

One might think you are a sex fiend with all the lingerie you own, but that is far from reality. The truth is, lingerie has always made you feel sexy. Most of all, it’s just so pretty. You love the power it gives you. You love the fact that no one knows that some days you are wearing the world’s skimpiest lingerie underneath your uniform. It’s like you have an edge on someone that they don't even realize. Also, when you did happen to end up in bed with a man, you were over-prepared. The look on their faces when you stripped off your clothes was priceless. It was your way of telling them that you expected them to want you.

There are way too many options to choose from, and you find yourself starting to panic as time passes on. You know you’re overthinking this as, honestly, Kakashi would love anything you put on. Some things you know about Kakashi are that his favorite color is blue, he loves your thighs and is obsessed with how soft your skin is. Therefore, you should obviously go for the baby blue lace and silk set. It includes a lace balconette bra, a thong connected to thigh garters, and a silk robe to go over the top. After putting it on and taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you knew you made the right choice.

Before finding a comfortable spot on the bed, you quickly grab some baby oil and rub it all over your body. The oil will allow Kakashi to slide his hands all over you effortlessly, which is exactly what you need. Satisfied, you grab your book and lay on top of your made bed. You weren’t planning on actually reading, but you think your casualness while wearing such a sexy outfit will have Kakashi’s head spinning.

So there you were, belly down, ass out, feet intertwined, book in hand, when you heard the lock click and the front door open. Perfect timing.

You could hear Kakashi kick off his shoes and take off his vest as he walked into your home. Usually, you would be standing in the kitchen where he would come and give you a warm embrace and kiss you until you told him that he has to eat dinner. But, you're not there, and you can sense his confusion.

“Where’s my babygirl?” Kakashi’s voice projects throughout the house, a hint of concern in his voice. You smile at the thought of the pout that’s probably on his face right now.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ve been caught up in my new book. I’m in the bedroom,” you call back to him.

You hear what sounds like a sigh of relief as his footsteps make their way down your hallway in the direction of your bedroom, the sounds of pieces of his uniform dropping off of him every few steps. You make sure to keep your head turned to the door so you can take in his reaction to your state.

“Oh, the new book you got this morning? How is it? Let me guess, you already finished-”

An indescribable feeling shoots through your whole body as Kakashi enters your bedroom. He just finished pulling his mask down his face, as his hand is still caught to the fabric pooling around his neck. With a smile on your face, you soak in his expression as he’s stood in the entrance of your room, a deep blush forming on his cheeks and his mouth still agape in mid-sentence. His eyes dart back and forth from your face to the bottom of your ass that’s hanging out of your silk robe.

Damn, you really did that (y/n).

“What’s wrong, Kashi?” You say in the most innocent voice you can muster. You bat your eyelashes and flip over to sit up so he can get a good look at you. You let your book drop off the bed and land on the floor.

There’s another pause before Kakashi slowly walks towards you on the bed. Without speaking, he reaches a hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up so you're kneeling on the bed as he stands in front of you. His dark eyes bore into yours as both of his hands drop to your thighs. Slowly, he grazes them up over your hips, your waist, up the sides of your breasts, to wrap around the back of your neck. You can feel the hairs on your skin stand in anticipation. With his hands still wrapped around you, he brings his head down to you and grazes his mouth on your jawline. From there he plants small kisses up the side of your face until he reaches your ear where he nibbles before speaking to you in a strained, low tone.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, (y/n).”

He must have felt you shudder because you could feel him smile against your cheek. Standing up straight again, Kakashi’s hands drop to the tie of your robe around your waist.

“May I?” he asks, giving you the sexiest look you’ve ever seen. Kakashi has been so effortlessly attractive since you met when you were young. Having these intimate moments with him almost seems surreal.

“Of course, Hatake,” you smile up at him.

Taking the tie in his hands, he starts to unravel the knot keeping your robe together. Once loose, he lets it fall over your shoulders and off your body completely.

After a few moments taking in the sight of you, Kakashi lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head.

“You’re so out of my league,” he confesses to you.

You let out a small giggle.

“Absolutely not,” you protest.

Without missing a beat, Kakashi grabs on to you and tosses you back on the bed so you are laying down underneath him. One of his hands wraps around the back of your head while the other cups your breast. Pulling the fabric of your bra down, he kneads your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. One of his knees lands in between your legs and he brings it up to press on to you. You can’t help the moan that escapes as you feel him all around you.

“So what’s the deal?” Kakashi teases. “I leave you alone in the house for one day and I come back to this?” He looks down at your body and back up again. “Where did you get this outfit, hm?”

“Oh baby,” you start teasing him back, “I guess one thing you don’t know about me yet is that I wear lingerie like this all the time.”

“Oh really?” he questions.

“Yep, all the time.” You smirk at what you’re about to say next. “Actually, remember that one time we were stationed together in the Earth country for a month for that S-rank assassination mission?”

Kakashi nods, confused where you’re going with this story.

“We let our guards down and almost hooked up the last night before we came back to the village.”

“I remember.”

“Well,” you pause for effect, “guess what I was wearing underneath my uniform that night?”

Kakashi remains silent, brows furrowed waiting for you. You smile at him deviously as you say your answer.

“This.”

Kakashi lets out what can only be described as an aroused, defeated groan when you utter your confession. He quickly comes back down and your mouths crash together in a heated frenzy. It isn’t until now when you realize that his bulge is hard against your leg, asking to be broken free from the confinement of his pants. While making out, you reach down and slip your hand under his waistband and grab onto his throbbing cock, stroking it in your hand. Although rock hard, the skin of his cock is soft and velvety.

Kakashi moans in your mouth when you make contact with him, but quickly escapes your grasp and gets up off of you. Sprawled out on the bed, you watch him strip down naked in front of you, starting with his shirt, then his pants and briefs. His body is truly something to marvel at, as decades of being a ninja have carved his body into perfection. You love the way his member slaps against his lower stomach when he pulls it from its confinement, excited and eager for you. He stands for a moment, contemplating what to do with you.

“I don’t want to take that pretty outfit off of you just yet. I guess I’ll just have to work around it for now,” Kakashi says as he stands at the end of the bed. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you towards him and bends your legs upward until your knees meet your chest. Holding both of your legs up with one hand, he takes the other and spanks your ass cheek with a loud slap. You whimper from the sting while he rubs the mark he left. Kakashi sucks in another loud breath.

“Ugh, (y/n), you look so good for me.”

Before you can respond, Kakashi takes your thong and slides it over so you are exposed to him. Getting down on his knees, he brings his face to your glistening cunt and flattens his tongue against it. There he gives you one long lick up your slit to taste you. A moan erupts from him as your wetness meets his taste buds.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” Kakashi breathes before going in to suck on you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confess through your moans. “I only get this wet for you.”

“That’s because you're mine and mine only.”

Kakashi takes his time with you, almost as if this is his last meal on earth and he wants to savor it. He’s delicate in some moments and fierce in others. Incorporating his fingers, he slides them into you and curves them up to hit your g-spot repeatedly while eating you. Your hand instinctively cradles his face while the other intertwines with his silver locks. You start to feel tightness in your lower stomach as he brings you close to climax. The sound of his moans muffled inside you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Kakashi, baby, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby,” Kakashi nods, giving you permission to let go.

Letting go of Kakashi, you grip onto the sheets around you, feeling the tightness build and drop out of you. Closing your eyes, the waves of ecstasy ripple throughout your body causing you to scream out in pleasure. Riding with you, Kakashi slowly continues to work you through your climax, cleaning up whatever juices spill over.

“Good girl,” He says to you while bringing your legs back down onto the bed. Slowly, he kisses up your thighs while hooking onto your thong, bringing it down off of them. While he does this, you reach around and unclasp your bra, throwing it aside. Once the thong is thrown aside as well, Kakashi lifts himself off the floor and flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, another smack landing on your ass cheek. The high from your orgasm is immediately replaced with anticipation for what he plans on doing to you next.

You feel Kakashi’s naked body slide on top of you until he's flush against your skin, his body completely enveloping yours. Once his face is level with yours, and his cock is hard against your backside, he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Are you ready for me?” Kakashi whispers into your ear.

You nod into the mattress, chest rising and falling with every strained breath.

“You need to use your words, (y/n),” Kakashi scolds you while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I need you, Kakashi. Please, I need you.” Your words come out as a plea, not being able to take his absence any longer.

You feel Kakashi’s weight lift off of you as he reaches around your waist and lifts it up so your ass is tilted upwards. From there you can feel him position his tip at your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down to spread your wetness.

“Please, Kashi, I need your cock inside me,” you beg.

Without further hesitation, you feel every inch of him slide into your folds until he’s bottomed out inside you. The feeling of him deep within you sends you into euphoria and you can feel yourself tighten around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kakashi whispers.

Starting off slow, he pumps into you with control. You feel pleasure and pain as Kakashi kisses your neck while grabbing onto your hair. After each thrust you feel him going faster and harder, your bodies smacking against each other. To gain more leverage, he lifts off of you and brings you up onto your hands and knees. With his hand gripping your shoulder, he pumps into you with ferocity.

“For years I’ve touched myself thinking about getting to fuck you like this baby. You’re so beautiful and so good to me. Everything about your body draws me to you,” Kakashi says in between moans. You feel him start to twitch inside you, his thrusts getting more out of control. You look over your shoulder and meet his gaze.

“We deserve this baby. You deserve this. Give me everything.” You both know your words mean more than just sex, and Kakashi relishes them.

Lifting you up by your neck, Kakashi brings you toward him so you're both kneeling while he continues thrusting inside of you. He brings one hand around your front to circle your clit and the other cups your breast. Your hands lift up behind you to grab onto his face. Turning your head to him, you kiss him with every ounce of passion you have left. This new position is hitting you at your core and you can feel yourself tighten again. Kakashi must have felt it too, as he broke free from your mouth to tilt his head back in pleasure. Without exchanging words, you know you both are at your limit.

With a few last staggering thrusts, both of you reach climax in unison. Feeling yourself go limp, Kakashi wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. You feel streams of his hot semen pool inside of your contracting walls. With Kakashi’s moans singing in your ear, you can’t help but smirk at his vulnerability. With him still inside, you hold onto each other, trying to catch your breaths. After a few beats, you both begin to laugh at your exasperated states.

“Stay here, I’m going to get a towel,” Kakashi says while shifting out of you. After pulling a towel from the cupboard in your bathroom, Kakashi brings it to you and cleans up between your legs. Before you have time to move, Kakashi picks you up bridal style and spins you around in his arms.

You scream and start to laugh as he plants kisses all over your face. “Kakashi!”

“Hm?” he hums in your ear, pretending he didn’t just lift you with little to no effort.

Holding you up with one arm, he grabs a blanket off the bed and carries you to the chair in the corner of your room. There he sits down and places you sideways on his lap so you’re facing each other. He then takes the blanket and wraps it around you both so you can stay warm while cuddling each other. Kakashi has always had a knack for knowing exactly what you want at any given moment.

“I thought we could get some inspiration for our next round,” Kakashi says with a smirk as he pulls out a copy of Icha Icha Tactics from underneath the cushion.

“What? How did that get there?” you laugh.

“Oh, I have multiple copies of these everywhere,” he jokes, waving the book in the air.

You laugh and lightly hit his chest. Tucking the blanket up closer to your face, you lay your head down on Kakashi’s shoulder while he flips open to a page in the book.

Before he starts to read to you, Kakashi lifts your chin to kiss you. Every time your lips touch his, flashes of your joint past enters your mind. Although it was hard, and you faced many difficult trials on the way, you are forever thankful that you were both able to live long enough to experience these moments. You took care of each other, lifted each other up when they were in the dirt, and now you can finally share the love you’ve always held for each other. You wouldn’t change any of it. After your kiss, before pulling away from you, Kakashi looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You smile up at him, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I love you too, Kakashi. Forever.”

A/n cont.: Well, whattdaya think? :)

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