#dream's like yes i think he's beautiful and i want to make him smile forever what of it

[roanniom]

bestie you called, i’ve been thinking heavily abt virgin eddie who licks into you for the first time and makes you cum so hard u have to push him away bc he’s greedy and sloppy with it and you might pass away if he keeps devouring you like you’re his last meal on earth and you swear he’s lying that he’s a virgin, but the second you sink down on him, god, he’s practically a puddle and ur not even bouncing on him for more than 5 minutes before he’s shuddering and panting into your neck all “wanna spend forever tucked inside you, feels so fucking good. so warm. so wet, jesus, i’m gonna fuckin cum.”

k bye😭

Rachael. RACHAEL.

Everything

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie Munson is 100%, unbeknownst to him, a Big Dicked Virgin™️

After he licks you like his life depended on it, you pull down his boxers only to reveal the most mouth watering cock you’ve ever seen. They aren’t supposed to be picturesque but Eddie’s? You want it inside you in any capacity immediately. But judging by the way he looks like he’s gonna combust from the sight of it in your hands alone (not to mention the feeling of you touching him) you don’t waste time in straddling him and sinking down onto his length.

Its an understatement to say he’s huge. It’s a stretch in the most delicious way and your eyes almost cross from the feeling of him hitting every single neglected part inside you. If he were a more experienced partner you would have begged for time to adjust. Would have needed the grace to compose yourself.

But the man beneath you is so absolutely far gone from the second you slide him inside you that you realize it’s all up to you. This sight of him absolutely fucked gets you wetter than you’d ever imagined, thankfully, so you rock yourself back and forth a bit till you work yourself up to bouncing up and down.

His fingers dig into your thighs, the meat of your hips, and his eyes are watery and wide.

“F-fuck it’s too good. You feel so fucking—oh god I can’t. I can’t take it. But don’t stop. Please-mhm.” A torrent of whimpers and groans bless your ears and you ride him in earnest, knowing you won’t have a lot of time to appreciate this quivering mess of a man before he blows.

You lean back and brace yourself with your hands on his knees and he watches your breasts bounce with each movement.

“So beautiful. Shit. I’m gonna…oh fuck. Can’t last—god what are you doing to me. Don’t stop,” he says again. Begging with his words and his eyes. His wounded puppy eyes that make you laugh because you would never dream of stopping.

“I won’t stop, Eds,” you promise. It’s a reassuring sweet sound, but you’re the devil incarnate to him with the way your hips roll and your tits entice. You smile. “Feels good?”

“F-feels like I want to buy you a ring and a house and a f-fucking dog,” he moans. It makes a zing rush through your heart but you suppress it and laugh.

“Yeah? My pussy’s that good, Munson?” you tease. He’s swearing under his breath as you ride him harder. “Gonna get me the white picket fence?”

“Fuck, yes. Yesyesyesyes,” he mutters like a prayer. “Gonna…oh god…”

“Gonna cum for me, too? That’s so generous of you, Eddie,” you continue to tease. His eyes roll into the back of his head as you lean forward to kiss his jaw. “Give it to me, Eddie. Give me everything.”

He cums inside you moments later. No longer a virgin, but newly a full devotee intent on worshipping at the altar of your body. You’d give him shit for the dramatics of it all, but he’s busy kissing his way back down your body so you really can’t complain.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #issa’s writing night

[snapnov4]

marry me | gojo satoru

synopsis: a bad idea disguised as a practical joke turns into something way deeper than you intended it to be.

wc: 1.1k

cw: just good ol fluff!

a/n: happy late birthday to my baby daddy and man of my dreams gojo satoru. i have to marry this man. i have to i have to i have to. anyways. enjoy reading this cute little fic i wrote, meaning i thought abt gojo proposing as a joke and vomited this out. enjoy!

it starts, like all things involving gojo satoru, with a bad idea disguised as a practical joke.

you're sitting across from him, in a restaurant that’s not too fancy, more of a family-type deal. he's forgone his blindfold in favor of his square-framed glasses, but his uniform is still on. he insisted on treating you to dinner after you exorcized an unregistered special grade on your own. however, with gojo, things can't always be so easy; he always adds his patented gojo twist to things, and this time the twist is this terrible joke.

“come on, it'll be funny!” he whines, from across the table.

“you want to propose to me in this restaurant for free food? when you make well over six figures a year? and have full access to thousands of years of old clan money?” you ask, incredulously, reaching to take a sip of your drink, suddenly wishing you had gone with a stronger option.

“yes, exactly. what's not clicking?”

“uhmmm, all of it?”

“look it'll be funny. you could even say no, then you can run out and i get free food as pity points,” he smiles at you, and you find it hard to keep saying no. “i mean, they'll probably all call you heartless and tell me i deserve better but that's fine.”

“okay and if i say yes, what about a ring? or the fact that we're not even together? how is anyone going to believe you?” you ask, thinking you've backed him into a corner, until he just sighs softly, keeping an easy smile, and reaches into his pocket. he pulls out a black velvet box, and shakes it a bit by his head.

“you think i hadn't planned for that?” he asks, smirking in your direction, trying to hold back laughter at your aghast expression, you drag a palm over your face, finally conceding.

“okay. fine! fine! just…try not to embarrass me. please?”

“no promises! also the waitress is coming this way, so get ready. tears are optional but preferred.”

you roll your eyes at his statement, your gaze following him closely when he stands up and walks over to your side of the table. you look around desperately hoping that no one will actually have their attention drawn to you but the thing about gojo is wherever he goes he commands attention. consequently, when he stands at a whopping 6’7 everyone’s already looking, and when he drops down on one knee in front of you, holding that little velvet box in front of you, you catch people’s smartphones shooting up immediately, great. and you're sure the vision of jujutsu’s strongest sorcerer, taking off his sunglasses and holding up a ring box to you would haunt you forever. you think right under reverse cursed technique in his list of talents, they should add acting, because the look in his eyes almost feels real.

the way your name falls so delicately from his lips, before he clears his throat, feigning nervousness. the way he struggles at first to look you in the eyes, the ring sparkling in the dim lighting. he starts:

“you are truly the most beautiful woman i've ever met, inside and out. to know you and love you is a pleasure too great for words, and i want to continue living in it every day. will you marry me?” you roll your eyes, but the smile across your face is genuine, maybe he was right, maybe this is funny. so you have no issue, saying yes, throwing your arms around his neck as he spins you around, delicately sliding the ring onto your finger. the two of you giggle all the way back to jujutsu tech, containers of your free leftovers in hand.

and so it becomes a tradition.

satoru continues to propose to you every time the two of you get the chance to have dinner together, and despite all your better judgment, you laugh and say yes every time.

and what started as a joke, turned tradition, starts to morph into something else.

satoru notices it on a summer day. you're out with the students, supervising them as they spar. the sun’s been beating down for days, he's standing beside you his eyes trained on your hands. your left ring finger has a tan line, it's from that ring. you're not wearing it, you returned it to him last night, forgetting to give it back after dinner and then desperately trying to get your schedules to align for at least five minutes, but he'd been out of town for a week and when he finally got back late last night to find you working on paperwork in your office, he didn't know why it felt like his heart sank when you slid the ring off and put it in his hand.

now, the box feels heavy in his pocket (when did he start carrying it all the time?) and he looks at you with so much adoration that had his blindfold not been on, he'd look like a love-struck puppy to any passerby. you'd been wearing the ring so much it's left a mark on you, it's obvious you'd been wearing it, the tan line a stark reminder that it was there; and something about it makes satoru wish he could make the next proposal permanent. you turn your head to him, smiling softly.

“the first years are something else this year, gojo, did you see yuuji and maki spar? they're going places,”

and he's not sure why but before he can stop himself he's blurting out:

“let me take you on a date.”

you sputter and falter, turning fully to look at him, “are you being serious?”

he nods, that goofy smile of his making you weak to his every whim, it's the same one he gave you that night at that dinner table; the same one that made you start this tradition.

so he takes you out, and then that becomes a tradition. still every day, he thinks of the way that ring looked on you whenever he slid it on your finger, and how he felt rejected every time you gave it back. he'd clear his schedule if he knew he could have dinner with you, just to see the smile you couldn't stop whenever he got down on one knee.

satoru doesn't propose anymore. he figures the next time he does it, he should be serious about it since you're his girl now. on a tuesday night, you're sitting with him on the couch, your legs are thrown over his lap and he looks at you, focused so intently on a book you've been dying to finish, the bookmark always staying near the end as you get called into emergency exorcisms, and he knows. he fishes that ring out of his pocket, the same one he gave you in that restaurant almost two years ago, and there's no fanfare, no cameras, no theatrics. he just opens the box, looks at you, and says,

“hey baby, let's get married.”

and just like the first time, you smile and say yes.

#gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #vela is a softie #vela loves gojo #fics #trying out a new header style also #got tired of finding those stupid manga panels

[rninies]

✮ the coffee shop encounter - gojo satoru

synopsis: gojo loves retelling the story of how you two met, and that just creates a disaster for you.

warnings: fluff, gn!reader, chaotic first meet, gojo teasing reader — wc: 681

notes: i love chaotic first meet because it's the funniest thing Ever imo lol. but if this did happen to me irl i probably Would just dig myself a hole and hide there forever

“baby, do you remember the first time we met?” satoru asks as you are both lounging on the couch after a tiring day. “have i told you i fell in love with you just because you smiled at me from across the coffee shop the first time we met?”

“yes, satoru. you’ve reminded me this every day.” you sighed in response, already knowing where this is going. “do you have to keep reminding me about our first meet?”

“you know how forgetful you are! what if one day you lose all your memories and forget me? what if the only thing you remember about me is that we met in a coffee shop?” satoru makes an excuse, dramatizing it for effect. “then, i can take you to the coffee shop and you’ll smile at me again and we’ll be reliving our first meet up all over again! isn’t that romantic?”

“okay, first of all, why does it have to be me who loses my memories in this fantasy world?” you asked. “and second of all, this is never happening,” you say, instantly crushing satoru’s dream.

satoru pouts and scoots closer to you, pulling you closer by the waist, hand resting comfortably there. he takes a deep breath. “i know. but our meet-up was adorable, you have to admit that.” he says. “oh, but i do remember a certain someone ended up tripping over a chair and ended up falling face first in front of.”

you gasped, turning to look at him. “i can’t believe you remember that! why would you remember the whole thing?! i thought you-”

“hey, it’s not my fault i have perfect memory.” satoru laughs. “i tried holding in my laughter but i couldn’t because it was too funny. everyone had concerned looks on their faces but i just-” you slap your hand on his mouth, preventing him from saying anything else. everything satoru says turns muffled.

“shut. up.” you gritted your teeth. “don’t even speak about this topic anymore.” satoru licks the inside of your hand, making you pull it away immediately. “ew! what the fuck, toru?”

“you didn’t even let me finish!” satoru complains, shushing you. “oh, and after you fell and i finished my laughing fit, i asked if you were okay and your face was all red- god knows if it was because you fell or you were embarrassed. probably both, no?” you immediately slap satoru’s arm. “ow! what did i do to deserve this?”

“you just retold the most embarrassing moment of my life!” you groaned, trying to escape from the couch but satoru pulls you back down, preventing you from leaving. “hey! let me go!”

“let me finish my story and then you can go, yeah?” he gives you a smug smile, knowing his going to win anyway. you groaned, immediately slumping back onto the couch, arms crossed in front of you. “thank you.” he kisses the top of your head. “after i asked, you just nodded your head and rushed outside! can you believe that? i tried helping you but you ran from me! am i that terrifying to be around?”

you remembered very clearly. too embarrassed to say anything, the only choice you could make was to run, ignoring satoru’s calls even if you desperately wanted to stay and talk with him more back then. “hey, imagine being me for a second. would you even stay to say you were okay?”

“yes, obviously!” satoru replies immediately. “you know what i would say if i were you?” he raises an eyebrow and you wait for his continuation. “i would look up at you and say ‘wow, you have the most beautiful smile known to existent’ and just stay like that on the floor.”

you blinked twice before bursting into a fit of laughter. “what?! what kind of imagination is that?” you can’t help but think about how ridiculous that answer is, especially with satoru saying it with a serious look on his face. “you are crazy, gojo satoru.”

“yeah, crazy in love with you.” he says, giving you the duck face.

tagging: @planetnini @xintre @kyoghurts (send an ask to be added!) <3

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[anantaru]

— he doesn't want you to leave

including kazuha, scaramouche, heizou, itto x gn! reader

genre: fluff, little kisses, they're whipped honestly, tiny bit of gossip bf kuni

— kazuha

speaking truthfully, kazuha simply cannot resist you for the life of him.

in fact, once he had officially secured you as his ever so beautiful s/o, he make sure to show you his gratitude in tiny whispers of sweet words and pleas.

additionally he'd make it his duty to shower you in both, physical and emotional affection.

doubtless, he can't help himself, being wiggled in your embrace feels like heaven, it's surreal, sometimes kazuha is certain he's actually hallucinating, but then your body warmth is dashing into him and that's when he knows it was real.

sometimes whenever he sleeps over, the moment you wake up from your slumber the next day, his arm will most likely be lazily thrown over your hips.

once he's all woken up as well, kazuha will immediately pull you softly to his chest, greeting you with a tired, sleepy smile through lidded eyes.

"five more minutes, please."

your body was enduring additional applied pressure from his arm as you turned around to face your boyfriend, staying near and deepening the profound intimacy from each other.

the easygoing pumps under his ribcage were pacifying and settled a great way to enjoy the romantic love between you both.

upon giving him what he desired at last— that being the five additional minutes he had requested, you, with enough persuasion on your own person, spoke again.

"we can't stay in bed forever kazuha."

well, well, believe it or not but kazuha was actually trying his hardest to get out of bed the whole time but how come you were especially comfy today?

you must be playing tricks on him!

"five.. more minutes please." his voice was a little unclear still, the tiredness was continuing to be laced around his words with his sleepy expression being immediately perceived by you.

what if, and that was just a little thought crossing his dizzy thoughts, what if you stayed in today?

just a couple more hours longer doing nothing at all except of laying in bed.

kazuha wasn't a fan of letting go of you right now, not today, not when you're so secure, so pleasant and cozy in his arms.

locked up in each other, you dozed off again without much persuasion required, the work responsibilities that had been shared by you were nothing more than a fleeting dream out of many.

— scaramouche

"what do you think you're doing?"

his voice slightly broke and before you knew it, scaramouche had already wrapped his arms around your waist, as if he was actually scared you'd leave him behind, haltering your attempt to break free from his hold.

"i told you i can't stay all day kuni."

still unsure of the words he had just heard, scaramouche tilted his head in both confusion and doubt, raising his brow to show the visible puzzlement caused by you.

"are you playing stupid with me again? it's still too early to go home."

ah yes, you figured, it's that time again, even though he wouldn't necessarily admit it to you, and if he did, he'd flip the narrative a tiny bit just to not make a fool out of himself.

scaramouche was a thoroughly clingy boyfriend, it cannot be denied, not with the way he was now melting you into his chest again.

tight, so very much tight you could certainly perceive his scent now, it was especially dominant around his neck.

to add to it, it was a floral aroma, but being held natural, not sweet, he absolutely despised anything sweet it made him sick to his stomach.

"you can just say you don't want me to go kuni, it's okay."

to be fair, he tried, but you couldn't help yourself and loved taunting the hell out of your boyfriend every now and then, more so when it was a slightly uncomfortable topic like that.

obviously you cherished the way he was with you, it didn't matter to you that kuni could become quite clingy either, if anything you were beyond flattered that he felt so comfortable with your presence that he needed you to stay.

"that's not what it is and you know it." slightly averting his eyes with a huffed out irritated sigh, he continued his sentence.

"i wanted to finish the story i told you but you had to cut me off."

his hands travelled on your back to playfully sway over the skin, finally meeting their proper place as he cupped your cheeks at last, drawing your head closer, "so keep your pretty eyes on me."

a fleeting kiss, just one, placed on your puckered out lips as he quickly made you rest your head on him again, not wasting anymore time.

"so where was i? oh, yeah, so the seventh harbinger has a terrible personality!"

— heizou

"would you still love me if i was a worm?"

no ifs or buts, heizou demanded a clear answer now, even the mighty detective from the tenryou commission yearned to be pampered and reassured by his s/o every once in a while.

maybe it was because of the obvious fact on how exceedingly tired from work he had gotten, or of the cosy warm way you had him tucked in your arms.

in each others embrace the world seemed to have stopped completely, pure and free, mind at peace without a single negative emotion crossing you.

some people were natural huggers and heizou perceived you as one of those, it felt as if you wrapped him in sheer love, like a sun leisurely warming up your skin on a sweet summer day.

"yes, i would." confidently stating said fact, he slightly tilted his eyes to meet yours in a sceptic expression, "you're lying."

without any question you dramatically let go off him, obviously teasing and messing with your boyfriend but the second you were attempting to do so, he had already clasped himself on your back, keeping you close.

"i would love you if you were a worm, i'd keep you in my pocket."

oh really now, you rolled your eyes and snickered at the unusual declaration as you slowly cradled your head back to allow heizou to properly hug you again.

"you're lying." confidently, you mocked his answer from before, savoring the feeling of contentment in your bones when he swayed himself closer.

"i would hug you all day, doesn't matter to me if you're slimy." you felt his body gradually press against your own and you obliged, laying yourself back into the bed, letting your muscles loosen up.

with a kiss on your forehead he welcomed you back, sometimes heizou wished to stay like this forever.

laying in bed all day while doing absolutely nothing sounded heavens made to your boyfriend.

"i‘d still love you if you were a worm heizou." - "you're still lying."

— itto

your boyfriend itto, or how he wants to be referred to, as arataki "the one and oni" itto was famous for his warm, bear hugs.

with his arms tightly cradling your body, itto swore there wasn't anything better, no other scenario could rival this momentary moment of peace. (maybe winning a beetle fight but hush)

"itto i really need to go now, i still have so much work to do."

he pouted at your words, more so did he not accept them in his mind.

without a sentence following, you lightly placed your hand onto his cheek to make it easier for you to kiss him before attempting to stand up.

"no wait!" obviously you knew how dramatic he could become whenever you had to take your leave, itto would leave nothing untouched, he'd put all of his might into the challenge of making you stay just a bit longer, so he can cuddle you a little bit more.

"i didn't tell you but, *cough*, i have again, *cough*, lost a part of me during a deadly fight."

narrowing your brows with light wrinkles making themselves visible on your forehead, you crossed your arms around your body, confused by what he meant, "what fight?"

in a single motion, itto dramatically dropped back on the mattress, his hand laid flat on his chest, right above his heart as he squealed out in pain, absolutely crushed.

"a beetle fight, please save me."

the silence was loud, truly and itto didn't open his eyes either, clearly he was waiting for a response from you.

his heart was at last, stabbed with the last inch of hope in him to make you stay as he peaked at you from squinting eyes, watching him flabbergasted.

"ormaybeiwantyoutostaylonger."

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[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Mon I think Aaron got a pair of old man (dilf) style reading glasses and at first he’s embarrassed to wear them with the team bc he knows Morgan or Dave will tell him he’s getting old BUT when he wears them at work he notices you get unable to focus in the team meeting and you’re all dazed basically until he takes them off and tucks them away but bonus point that this interaction makes him feel very desired and wanted 😵‍💫 and maybe he’ll show them off to you in private later 🤫

The Glasses

Warnings: Pining?? Sort of?? Maybe idk. Nothing smutty but there are some implications. This is like borderline nsfw? Maybe??

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!bau!reader

A/n: Omg yes. We love dilf glasses on Hotch. He already looks so pretty and desirable but something about glasses on him is different and I need it. I wouldn't say this fic is necessarily nsfw. But I might be willing to write a part two where it becomes smutty. I'll leave this as sfw unless I come to the conclusion that it should be marked otherwise.

Tags: @criminalskies

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle

You're completely distracted and it's all his fault. Him and his downright slutty glasses. The first time you saw him wearing them it was a very brief sighting as he had taken them off after just a few seconds of you being in the room. And ever since then you craved to see him wearing those glasses again. They often made an appearance in some of the very inappropriate fantasies you have about your boss. They'd even worked their way into your dreams at night.

The case the team is currently working has been dragging on for a couple of days now and you've gotten basically nowhere with it. The fact that you're sitting across from Hotch as he reads a file with his glasses on is not helping you concentrate on the case in the slightest. And it's stirring something up deep inside you the more you stare at him. Aaron wearing those glasses and looking all serious as he reads is making you very horny if you're being totally honest.

"Y/l/n? Y/l/n. Y/n." You hear Hotch speak your name in a stern tone and you feel his hand grasp yours and he squeezes it. You snap out of your trance. "Hmm? Yeah, what is it, Hotch?" He furrows his brows as he looks at you and pulls his hand away now that he has your attention. "Are you okay? You've been distracted. Every time we sit here looking through files, you seem to be distracted. Is something going on? Are you alright?" Concern is clear in his voice.

What you want to say is "No, I'm not alright. I'm horny and it's your fault because you're wearing dilf glasses that make me want you more than ever. You're very distracting and if you don't put them away right now I'll launch myself over this table and kiss you before dragging you to my hotel room." But you figure that's not really the best thing to say to your boss right now. So you settle for giving him a smile and a nod before looking back down at the file in front of you as you try to force yourself not to look at the beautiful man sitting across from you.

You stare down at the papers but even though you're not looking at him anymore, you still aren't actually focusing on the words on the page because you're so concentrated on not looking back up at Hotch to steal another glance at those glasses. Though eventually you can't help it and do it anyway. You can't really stop yourself as you look back to him.

The glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he scowles down at his papers. You sigh out loudly by accident. No one else is really paying attention to you aside from Emily and Derek sending each other smirks when they notice just why you're so out of it. But the loud sigh makes Aaron look at you again. His glasses are down far enough that he's looking over the top of them to make eye contact with you.

"Y/n, are you sure you're fine?" He asks, sounding even more concerned now.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired is all."

He stays silent as he observes you for a moment before nodding and going back to his reading.

This continues as the team starts throwing ideas around. Aaron keeps an eye on you throughout it and he knows your excuse of being tired, while partially true, is definitely not the main reason for your behaviour and he just can't pinpoint exactly what it is. But he realises it must have something to do with him as you can't keep your eyes off of him, and only him. You're not having this problem with any of the other team members. Not Derek, not JJ, not anyone but him.

He goes back to your previous statement about being tired once everyone goes back to sifting through the numerous number of old reports and files from the precinct as you all try to come up with a group of suspects.

Hotch speaks up when he feels your eyes on him again. "Would you like me to get you a coffee? I know what they have here isn't very good, but it might wake you up a bit." He glances up at you as he waits for your response. "Yeah, sure. That's probably just what I need."

He nods and stands, in the process he removes his glasses and sets them down on the table. He notices how your eyes follow the glasses and that's when pieces start coming together in his mind. He figures he'll test it out when he comes back.

He leaves and comes back a few minutes later with your cup of coffee and sets it down in front of you. You thank him and he nods then sitting back down. This time, leaving his glasses off. In fact, he actually puts them away so they're out of sight entirely.

This seems to change things. You're more focused on the work. You still give him the occasional glance but you're not full on staring at him with drool practically spilling out of your mouth like you had been earlier.

He leaves the glasses put away and he tries his best to read without them like he used to. He'd known he had needed glasses long ago but he refused to wear them because he didn't want his age to show. He knew he would get some teasing remarks about it from Dave and Morgan. But eventually, it got to the point where he could hardly do the reading part of his job. So he reluctantly had his eyes checked and soon he was wearing glasses that made it far easier to read.

He didn't like the glasses in the slightest. They made him feel old and he didn't like that. But the way you looked at him when he was wearing them, that did something to him. It made him want to wear them.

Unable to work without them, he gets them back out and puts them on. It's hard not to notice the way you immediately look back up from your work. He pretends not to see it.

Over the next half hour you can't help but watch him like he's the most interesting thing you've ever seen. You're fixated on him. And now he is sure it's the glasses that are doing it. He has to bite back a smile. Knowing you apparently find him so attractive with them on makes him feel good inside. He doesn't understand why you would like it, but it's extremely clear that it's doing something for you. He's tempted to show up at your hotel room later to explore this further and see just how much you like them.

#criminalskies!! #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #hotch x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #request #hotchner #mon answers 🩷

[leonw4nter]

Hi! I love your works sm and have a silly little idea.. Maybe planning and having a wedding with leon? Like im seeing you in your dress for the first time, choosing flowers, the rings, and having all of your friends/family at your wedding etc? Just little headcannons about it would be super cute!!!

DI!Leon Headcanons on planning + having a wedding…

RE:DI!Leon x F!Reader

Leon was supposed to propose to you during an out-of-the-country trip to Switzerland but unfortunately, he left the ring behind and had to secretly beat himself up over it. One beautiful evening, after you and him had just gotten home from the orchestra, he fished the tiny velvet box from his pocket and got down on one knee, too overcome by nerves to remember the speech he swore he memorized and too much in love to stall the question.

“You’re the last person I’d want to lose and the first person I’d think of growing old with. Y/N, will you marry me?”. In the end, he got the most unforgettable ‘yes’ he’s ever heard from you.

The wedding planning took 12 months, enough time to plan the wedding straight out of your dreams. He made sure to make the occasion magical, ensuring that the wedding is fit for a goddess amongst women (in his humble opinion). The wedding rings you and Leon agreed on were perfect, eager for the day that you two will finally have them on forever and ever, the rings facing wear and tears as you go gray and feeble with him.

Everyone saw your wedding dress before your wedding day– everyone but Leon. As soon as the large doors opened up and revealed you, Leon could no longer stop the tears flowing down his cheeks– you were so beautiful and breathtaking and it was as if veiled light itself was walking down the aisle. He was unable to keep his gaze to the front, head tilting to admire you every second. “You look so beautiful,” he excitedly whispered. “I can’t believe I’m marrying you.”

Since you and him agreed on a wedding color scheme of black, different shades of pink, and varying shades of warm white, the flowers you had for your bridal bouquet also followed that scheme, the flowers being cashmere anemones; white and baby pink tulips; vanda orchids; white limonium flowers, and white mink proteas. Everyone else also wore their dresses and suits in pinks and black; Chris opted for a sleek black turtleneck and blazer with a pink flower pinned to his breast pocket. Most of the women in attendance at your wedding opted to wear pink, with the men opting for black. Everyone was buzzing with excitement in their placements: Rebecca and Claire making joking bets that whoever cries first will pay up; Jill and Hunnigan were talking about how pretty you will look; Ethan and Chris were hyping Leon up since the groom was nervous but nevertheless excited; Piers and Carlos were talking about how good everything looks and how magical the air feels.

When the priest said “you may now kiss the bride”, Leon took a small step closer to you, gently lifting the veil that covered your face. He did everything slowly, as if he wanted to savor the moment and commit every single detail– the sparkle in your eyes, the music in the background, and how everyone and everything else seemed to be a blur of colors except for the glowing bride in front of him. As soon as he removed the veil from your face, he took a few moments to admire you and pepper you with sincere compliments. He placed his left hand on your waist while his right gently cupped your cheek, big hands handling you with so much caution as if you were made of porcelain. He leans in and presses the gentlest, softest, most tender kiss ever, a small spreading on his lips when it really sinks in that he finally gets to call you his wife.

You and Leon had your first dance somewhere private since you wanted it to be a moment only you and him will share so after the first dance, you and him walk back to the reception hand-in-hand with the brightest smiles. The ring looked amazing on both your hands and Leon couldn’t stop to admire your hand. “You’ve got a ring like mine too, you know,” you’d softly tell him. “I know. It looks better with you though,” he’d respond sweetly before kissing the back of your hand. For the bouquet toss, you decided to use an exact replica of your bouquet since you wanted to keep your flowers in your own home; Rebecca ended up catching your bouquet, much to everyone’s surprise. She happily swung it around, showing it off to everyone, before walking with a happy sway of her hips towards her boyfriend Billy, which made Billy chuckle before pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

You and Leon left early, waving everyone good night and good bye as you got in the bridal car that would take you to the hotel you were going to stay in. Since Chris was sober and had already volunteered to drive you to the hotel, he also left the party early. As soon as you two were out of the reception, it was immediately all kisses and giggles and I love yous muttered. Chris had to look you two through the rear-view mirror and say “I’m still here. You’ve got a room for all that when we get there.”

Married life won’t be all smooth sailing and conflicts are unavoidable but in facing and resolving those conflicts together, you will discover just how strong your commitment to each other is.

NOTE - TYSMM to the anon that requested this, I know I took long before I finally got to answer it but I hope it was worth the wait (despite this drabble being shorter than usual) <33 Currently craving ramyeon and mushrooms and seafood... naw but eating noodles late at night?? TOP TIER EXPERIENCE. Kinda stressing rn since one of my groupmates can't do their part on our research paper and it's getting on my last nerve BECAUSE I GAVE US SO MUCH TIME GIRLIE PLEASE 😭😭🙏🙏 Anyways, let's hope that I passed my entrance exams and the exams I took last week bc my grades cannot take another beating 🕯️TYSM for reading my fics, I <33333 UUUUUU !!!!!!!!

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[andy-15-07]

A Glimpse into Tomorrow

masterlist ! pairing Drew Starkey x reader

Outer Banks Masterlist

Drew Starkey and Y/n sat on the porch of their quaint countryside home, surrounded by the soft glow of the setting sun. A gentle breeze ruffled the leaves of the nearby trees, carrying with it the promise of a cool evening.

Drew leaned back in his chair, a contented smile playing on his lips as he looked at Y/n. She was the epitome of beauty in his eyes, her laughter like music to his ears.

"You know," Drew began, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them, "I've been thinking a lot about the future lately."

Y/n turned to him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh really? What have you been thinking about?"

Drew took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "Well, for starters, I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else but you. You mean everything to me, Y/n."

A warm flush spread across Y/n's cheeks as she took in Drew's words. "You mean everything to me too, Drew. I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Drew reached out and took Y/n's hand in his own, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been thinking about... us, you know? About our future together."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she looked into Drew's eyes, seeing the love and sincerity shining within them. "What do you mean?" she asked softly.

Drew took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving Y/n's. "I mean... I've been thinking about marriage. About spending the rest of our lives together as husband and wife."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but to hear Drew speak the words aloud sent a thrill through her like none other.

"Really?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Drew nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Really. I want nothing more than to make you my wife, Y/n. To stand by your side through thick and thin, for better or for worse."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she threw her arms around Drew, pulling him close. "Yes, Drew. A thousand times yes."

Drew held her tight, his heart overflowing with love and joy. In that moment, he knew without a doubt that he had found his soulmate, his other half.

As they sat together, lost in each other's embrace, Drew couldn't help but think about the future they would build together. A future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

But their conversation didn't end there. As the stars began to twinkle overhead, Drew and Y/n talked about more than just marriage. They talked about their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities.

They talked about starting a family, about the joy of watching their children grow and flourish. They talked about the adventures they would go on together, the places they would see, the memories they would make.

And as they talked, Drew realized that no matter what the future held, as long as he had Y/n by his side, he would be the happiest man alive.

So they sat together on the porch, beneath the starry sky, dreaming of tomorrow and all the wonders it would bring. And in that moment, they knew that their love was forever, boundless and eternal.

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[alisonsfics]

obsessed with you

pairing: kit connor x f!reader

summary: you and kit have been best friends for years. some unconfessed feelings may have sneaked their way into the mix, but that’s not going to stop you from supporting and celebrating your friend for wrapping filming.

word count: 3.9k (I got a little carried away)

You lightly knocked on the door to Kit’s trailer and waited for someone to answer. Then, Lisa, Kit’s manager, stuck her head out the door. You noticed her phone pressed to her ear and realized she was in the middle of making a phone call.

“You looking for Kit, love?” She asked you, softly. You nodded your head. “Yeah, is he not here? I didn’t mean to bother you.” You apologized. She shook her head and placed her hand on your shoulder.

“You’re alright, darling. They just wrapped filming like an hour ago, so he should be back soon or you can head over to set if you want.” She told you, smiling kindly at you. You returned her smile. “Thank you so much, Lisa. I’ll see you later.” You said, as you started to walk towards the Heartstopper set.

Kit and the rest of the cast had just finished filming season two of Heartstopper today, so Kit invited you to their wrap party. You both had been best friends since you were ten years old, so, of course, you said yes.

The security guards smiled at you and held the door open, recognizing you from all the days you had spent on set hanging out with Kit.

You got onto the set, and you saw all the cast and crew gathered around. Joe was currently giving a thank-you speech into a microphone.

You snuck quietly into the back of the room and paid attention to what Joe was saying. Then, he finished his speech and handed the microphone over to Kit.

“Hey, guys. I think Joe explained this pretty well, but I want to just reiterate how thankful I am for this whole process. Working on this project has felt so magical, and that is because of every single person in this room. It has been a dream to come to work everyday and to get to create something beautiful, so thank you all.” He said, with a bittersweet smile on his face.

You applauded with the rest of the crowd as he finished. The crowd started to disperse as people broke off into smaller groups.

You made a beeline for where Kit was standing and talking to Alice and Joe. You walked up to them, and Kit had his back to you. Both Alice and Joe made eye contact with you over Kit’s shoulders.

“Someone’s here to see you.” Joe interrupted Kit, who was talking, and pointed over his shoulder.

Kit turned around and lit up as soon as he saw your face. “I got you a present.” You said, holding out the bouquet of flowers you bought for him.

If it was possible, Kit’s smile got even bigger. “I love you. Thank you so much.” He said, taking the flowers from you and pulling you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him tightly.

You both held onto each other for a while before letting go. “I am so proud of you.” You told him, honestly.

“Hey, I should be congratulating you too. You’re in the show too.” He said, grabbing both your hands with his. You giggled to yourself. “I’m an extra in one scene because I was on set already and one of the extras called in sick. That hardly counts.” You told him.

He shook his head, dismissing the notion. “You’re still a part of the team. An important part of the team.” He told you, sincerely.

You wanted to melt. Kit was one of the most supportive people you had ever met. This was a big day of celebration for him, and he still found a way to make you feel special.

“But seriously, Kit, this is a massive accomplishment. I want you to know how proud I am of you.” You told him, giving his hands a squeeze.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling you into his arms. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist, swaying from side to side with you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have butterflies in your stomach.

You and Kit had been friends for what seemed like forever, but for the last year or two, you noticed yourself falling for Kit. It wasn’t something you meant to do. You didn’t want to do anything to risk your friendship, but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about him all the time.

The first time you noticed yourself falling for Kit was when you both were having a movie night, where Kit had convinced you to watch a scary movie.

“Kit,” you whined, dragging out his name, “you said it wasn’t that scary.”

He chuckled as you held the blanket up to your face, almost covering your eyes. “It’s not that bad, I promise.” He said, reaching over and rubbing his hand on your thigh. You noticed that your cheeks started to heat up.

You continued watching the movie. Then, there was a scene that was too quiet, and you knew something was about to jump out. You quickly wrapped your hands around Kit’s arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said, letting his thumb rub some more circles on your thigh.

You could feel a shiver run down your spine and goosebumps pop up on your skin. You glanced up at Kit, who had his eyes set on the screen. You noticed for the first time how pretty his eyes were.

Then, the monster jumped out from behind a corner in the movie.

You screamed and instinctively covered your eyes. Kit quickly grabbed the remote and paused the movie. Then, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he said, tightly holding onto you. You buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“You are never getting me to watch another horror movie, ever again,” you mumbled. You felt his chest shake as he laughed. “I promise, no more scary movies.” He promised you.

He grabbed the blanket that you had been using and draped it over both of your heads. “See, we’re safe. No monsters under here.” He said, with a cheesy grin on his face.

You sat up to face him and tried to not giggle at the cute gesture. “You are such a dork,” you told him.

“What? You don’t like our little fort?” He teased. You shook your head. “No, I love it.” You told him. He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and all you wanted to do was kiss him.

“Next movie night, I get to pick the movie.” You told him. He nodded his head. “That only seems fair,” he said, chuckling.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him again. “Sorry I made you watch a scary movie.” He said, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “It’s okay. You made up for it.” You told him.

Since then, you had decided you weren’t going to tell Kit about how you felt. It would make things way too complicated.

Kit was still holding you with his arms around your waist. You weren’t going to complain though. He always made you feel safe and protected.

You made eye contact with Joe over Kit’s shoulder. He winked at you and looked over at Kit. Ever since you met Joe, he knew you liked Kit. You had never told him, but he could tell.

He could also tell that Kit liked you back, but neither of you would ever confess to your feelings.

You giggled to yourself at Joe’s winking. “What’s going on behind me that’s got you all giggly?” Kit asked, still not letting go of your waist.

“We’re just being mocked by the lovely Joseph.” You told him. Kit pulled away from you and turned around. “Can I help you?” Kit asked Joe, chuckling to himself.

“Nope, I'm just minding my business.” Joe lied. Then he fake coughed and mumbled the words “get a room.”

You and Kit were extremely used to the teasing from his castmates by now. “Congrats on wrap day,” you told Joe, changing the subject.

“Thank you so much,” he said, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Did Kit invite you to the actual wrap party we’re having tonight?” Joe asked you. “Yes, I did.” Kit said, beaming as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.

“Good, you’re more fun to hang out with than Kit is.” Joe teased. You giggled when you noticed the offended look on Kit’s face. Kit pretended to pout, making both you and Joe laugh.

“Hey, don’t worry, I think you’re pretty fun.” You told Kit, trying to cheer him up. A smile instantly grew on Kit’s face, and his fake frown disappeared. “Thank you, I’m glad someone appreciates my company.” He said, leaning over and kissing the top of your head.

You and Joe immediately made eye contact. You and Kit were pretty affectionate as friends, but he had never kissed you like that before, and Joe noticed too.

“Alright, so I’ll see you both at the party tonight.” Joe said, excusing himself.

“We should probably go soon too. We have to stop by your place to get ready for tonight.” Kit said. You nodded your head. Kit grabbed your hand and led you out the door.

Once you both got back to your place, you both went to get dressed for the party. You were in your room fixing the final touches of your outfit.

You heard a soft knock at your door. “Hey, you dressed yet? Can I come in?” Kit asked through the door.

You walked over and opened the door. Kit was left speechless when you saw you. You had on a short silver dress, and Kit couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You look…wow. You look stunning.” He told you, with his eyes super wide as he took in the whole outfit.

“Thank you,” you said, doing a little spin for him. Kit’s jaw was basically on the floor. “So?” You asked, referencing why he had knocked at your door.

It took Kit’s brain a second to fully form his question, still feeling distracted by how amazing you looked. “Oh, I was gonna ask you for help with the tie,” he said, holding up a tie in his hand.

“I can try my best.” You said, taking the tie from his hands. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to you. You wrapped the tie around his neck and started to try to tie it. You noticed the way Kit was still staring at you. It felt like your skin was on fire.

Your fingers fumbled with the tie, struggling to get it to look right. “I swear, I used to know how to do this,” you told him. You both giggled at the awkward situation. “You’re doing great,” he said, encouraging you.

After a few more tries, you still couldn’t get it right. “You know what, maybe it’s better without the tie?” You suggested, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He was wearing a plain white button up with black trousers. “I have an idea,” you said, simply. You took the tie off of him and set it down. You rolled the sleeves of the shirt up his arm.

You realized how close you both were standing when you went to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt. Your breath hitched for a second as you saw him looking down at you. The room was silent except for your breathing.

All you wanted to do was grab his face and kiss him like you had dreamed of.

“There you go,” you said, pulling yourself away from him and smoothing out his shirt. He gave you a small smile and thanked you.

You had really been looking forward to tonight and getting to celebrate your friends, but the way Kit was staring at you was proving to be distracting.

You tried to forget about it on the drive to the party. The way he looked at you made you feel like he could share the feelings you have towards him, but it still felt too risky to make a move. You couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways it could go wrong.

When you both got to the party, you had put all your anxieties behind you and were ready to have a great time.

Kit grabbed your hand, so he wouldn’t lose you in all the people. Once you both got inside the building, you admired all the decorations around you. “It’s so pretty in here,” you said, in awe.

The wrap party was basically at this two-story mansion with a dj, a dance floor, a whole bunch of food, and Heartstopper-themed decorations.

Kit recognized the song and started to drag you towards the dance floor. He started singing along with the song with a big grin on his face.

You just smiled as you watched him. When you got the dance floor, he grabbed both of your hands and danced with you. You both felt so free and happy.

It felt so natural for you both to dance together and be goofy. You both always had fun together, no matter what you were doing. You felt like the luckiest person in the room as you both danced together.

Kit grabbed your hand and spun you around in a circle, his eyes never leaving yours.

You noticed Joe, Will, and Sebastian across the room, and they were waving at you. You gestured towards them so Kit would notice. “You wanna go talk to them or you wanna stay here?” He asked, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“We can go talk to them,” you responded. He nodded his head and started to walk towards him. You almost lost him in the group of people, so you reached forward to grab his hand. He turned around to make sure you were okay.

He realized why you had grabbed his hand and continued to guide you both through the crowd.

“There’s two of my favorite people,” Will said, immediately pulling you into a hug. “Hey guys. Congrats to all of you on filming,” you told them. They all thanked you.

Just then, Alice came over. “Hey, sorry to interrupt you guys, but we need to get some pictures of everyone in front of the backdrop. Kit and Sebastian, I think you’re the only ones who haven’t done it yet.” She told them.

They left, leaving you alone with Joe and Will. “Soooo, we saw you and Kit dancing earlier.” Will told you.

“Oh, come on. When are you both going to give up on that?” You groaned. They both smirked at your reaction. “We’ll shut up about this when you both admit you’re head over heels for each other. Everybody except Kit knows you’re into him, and I think he likes you too. I see the way he looks at you. You are his world.” Joe told you. Will nodded, agreeing with what he said.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way and then everything is all awkward between us? I can’t stand the thought of losing him.” You rambled.

“I really don’t think that will happen. Kit talks about you all the time and he always has this giant smile when you’re around. He thinks of you as more than just a best friend, believe us.” Will told you.

You thought about what he was saying. It lined up with some stuff Kit had done throughout the day, like the kiss on the top of your head and him reacting to your dress.

“Today, especially, I started to think that he might like me just based on some stuff he’s done.” You explained. You could see how eager both of them were to know more.

“Wait like what? Like when he kissed you on the head earlier? That was adorable.” Joe said, excitedly.

“Yeah, that was a first, and also we went to my place to get ready for tonight. When he saw me all dressed up, he got all speechless and was stuttering and told me I looked stunning.” You explained with a giant smile on your face.

Both of their jaws dropped. “Oh come on, he’s so into you. Please make a move tonight.” Will begged you.

“I will try my best, but I make no promises. Don’t get your hopes up.” You told them.

“Speaking of Kit, it looks like he’s trying to get your attention.” Joe said, pointing behind you.

Kit was standing in front of the backdrop, which had pink balloons in the shape of a heart. He smiled once you made eye contact. He mouthed the words “come here” and gestured with his hand.

“Go get your loverboy,” Joe said, giving you a push towards Kit. You walked over to where he was standing by the backdrop.

“I want to take some pictures with you,” he said, grabbing both your hands. You quickly nodded and smiled. You saw Sebastian standing and holding Kit’s phone.

“Is Bash your professional photographer?” You asked, as Kit pulled you next to him and slid his arm around your waist. Kit laughed and nodded his head.

“Unpaid photographer, might I add,” Sebastian jokingly mentioned before starting to take pictures.

You both took a few normal pictures. You kept thinking about how nice it felt to have Kit’s arm around your waist.

You heard Sebastian mumble “God, you both look like a couple,” under his breath. In sync, you and Kit both stuck your tongue out at Sebastian and his teasing.

You both took some more funny pictures. You decided you wanted to test the waters a little more. You wrapped your hand around Kit’s arm and went up on your tiptoes to kiss Kit on the cheek. Sebastian started rapidly taking pictures, making sure he captured the cute moment.

You didn’t know it in the moment, but Kit was blushing like crazy.

You also didn’t know that as soon as Kit got home that night, he made the picture his wallpaper.

“So adorable,” Sebastian said, handing Kit back his phone. Sebastian walked away to go talk to someone, and you turned to face Kit.

“Joe, told me there was a really pretty balcony upstairs. I was wondering if you wanted to go up there.” You suggested. Kit nodded enthusiastically. He would never turn down alone time with you.

“Lead the way,” he said, smiling. You grabbed his hand and started to walk towards the stairs. You passed Joe and Will, who were still talking to each other. They both winked and made faces at you.

You both finally got up to the balcony. It was decorated with fairy lights and a few couches to sit on.

“Oh my god, look at the view” you said walking to the railing and admiring all the stars. “It really is a beautiful night,” Kit said, walking up beside you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and enjoyed the moment. “There is something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about though,” Kit mentioned, causing you to pick your head up to look at him.

You had a slight fear that he had realized your crush and didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” You asked him, curiously.

“Well, it started with this last week of filming. I have been so happy lately and so proud of this project. I’ve been feeling like I can do anything and take on the world, and umm— God, I didn’t think this would be so hard to say…” he began.

You put your hand on his forearm and gave it a squeeze. “You can tell me anything, okay?” You told him. He nodded and took a second to collect his thoughts.

“There’s been something I’ve been meaning to do for a while, but I’ve been putting it off. Anyways, now just feels like a really good time.” He told you.

You tilted your head to the side, slightly confused by what he was saying. You didn’t question him though, you gave him all the time he needed to say it.

“I don’t know how else to say this…” he said, and then cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss.

The kiss took you by surprise, but once you realized what was happening, you leaned into the kiss. You kissed him back and let your hands rest on his chest.

His lips moved effortlessly against yours. Both of you had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever, and you were glad this moment had finally come.

He moved his hands down to your waist and pushed your back against the railing. He grabbed at the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to you.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he mumbled against your lips. You pulled out of the kiss to take a breath. “I got that impression when you saw me in the dress for the first time earlier.” You said, giggling.

He chuckled. “Who could blame me? You look amazing.” He said, pulling you back into a kiss. You let your hands wrap around his neck, so you could play with the ends of his hair.

“Well look who finally confessed their feelings to each other.” You both heard Joe say.

You both turned towards the door and saw all of your friends, who had seen you both kissing.

“I told you I could convince her to make the first move tonight? You owe me twenty bucks,” Will said, looking at Joe.

“You placed bets on us?” You and Kit asked at the same time

They all enthusiastically nodded. “We had to find something to do while you both pined over each other for two years.” Yaz mentioned.

You buried your face in Kit’s chest from embarrassment. Kit wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, keeping you close to him. “Oh yeah, and Will, you didn’t win your bet. I was the one who made the first move.” Kit told him.

“He just beat me to it. I was trying to.” You explained. Kit’s gaze moved down to you. “Is that why you invited me up to the balcony? You sneaky little romantic,” Kit said, smiling down at you.

“Yeah, I assumed we could have some privacy up here.” You said and jokingly glared at your friends.

They all said “sorry,” and then left and headed back downstairs. Joe didn’t follow their lead. He walked towards you both. “I’m so happy for you both.” He said, pulling you both into a hug.

“Thanks for not accidentally revealing my crush to Kit.” You thanked Joe. Kit’s jaw dropped. “He knew?” Kit asked, shocked.

Joe just laughed. “Come on, I knew about both of your little crushes. It was so obvious. Why do you think I kept trying to get you both to confess to each other?” Joe explained.

“Well eventually it worked,” you mentioned. Kit smiled back at you. “Yes, it did,” he said, leaning in to peck your lips.

“I’ll take that as my cue to give you both some privacy.” Joe said, heading back downstairs.

“Get back over here, Kit Connor.” You said, beckoning him back to you with your finger. Once Kit took a step towards you, you cupped his face and pulled him back into a kiss.

He wrapped his arms securely around your waist. He guided you backwards until you bumped into the wall of the house. Kit’s hands ran up and down your sides, caressing your skin.

“I am so obsessed with you,” he mumbled against your lips. You grinned to yourself.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

can you please write an Damian Priest X Fem Reader Fic,

Both are dating, and they are at Dom's Wedding and when they are sitting together at there table Damian takes her hand kissed her knuckles and said "next time I'm wearing a suit will be our wedding"

(no engagement just damian admitting he wants to spend the rest of his life with her)

love this request

damian priest x reader

in love with this pic

my forever

“they’re so beautiful…” you whispered watching with teary eyes marie and dom dancing together. deep down you always wanted something like that too. your happy ending, spending the rest of your life with your forever person.

you were almost sure that you found that person in damian.

almost.

you’ve been dating for the past three years and even in it wasn’t that long, you dreamed every night about being married to damian and having your own little family.

maybe with a dog, a few cats and a baby. that was your dream but you didn’t know if he felt the same. watching how buddy and rhea had been together for less than you two and they were next on the altar made you think that maybe damian wasn’t that kind of person. you thought that maybe having you by his side was enough for him.

but you couldn’t stop imagining yourself with a diamond ring and a white wedding dress, saying yes to the love of your life.

“yes…they are” he said watching proudly damian dancing with the beautiful bride.

“plus…look at the dress” you laughed “it’s amazing! it looks so good on her” and damian smiled agreeing with you.

“well…i kinda prefer the blue dress you’re wearing tonight…” he teased making you chuckle.

“you look pretty handsome tonight…” you teased back but before he could answer, austin called him cause they needed to take a few pictures with dom.

“i’ll be back” he said getting up from his chair, leaving you there, watching how everyone was approaching the bride, complimenting her, making her feel special.

you shouldn’t be upset so why were you? was it selfish wishing you would experience the same thing?

you smiled at her when she waved at you, not wanting you to feel excluded.

but you were dying to be in her shoes.

it took a good fifteen minutes to finish up with the photoshoot when you saw damian walking back at your table with a glass of champagne for you.

“for the most beautiful woman in the room” he whispered in your ear, making you laugh.

“you shouldn’t say things like this at someone’s wedding…the bride could hear you” you joked.

“can’t help it when you really are the most beautiful woman in this room…in the entire world” he said again, making you laugh even more.

maybe you didn’t need to marry him, you felt good about your relationship that maybe you didn’t need to have a wedding, in the end it’s you and him right?

while you were overthinking damian slowly grabbed your hand “what are you thinking about mi amor?” he asked seeing how you’ve been acting off the whole wedding ceremony.

“nothing important…it’s just an emotional day…weddings always make me cry and laugh at the same time, and then cry again…plus i can’t tear my eyes away from how good that suit looks good on you…” you teased again.

“next time i’m wearing a suit will be at our wedding” he said kissing your hand.

“what?”

“you heard me right…” he smiled.

you were speechless.

“you want to marry me? like…do you really want to get married? i thought-…” you couldn’t even speak.

“i know i know, the rockstar lifestyle thing” he joked “but i love you, i love you more than anything in the world…and i want to spend the rest of my life with you…so yes, if you want it…”

“of course…” you said not thinking about it twice.

“you’ll be the one in white…” he whispered into your ear.

“i’ll be the one in white…” you repeated, still shocked about what just happened.

you’ll be the one in white and you couldn’t wait for it to happen.

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[holybibly]

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I really love reading this 🙈

if it's possible can you tell us about the rest of the members possessiveness

Thank you 🥰⚘️

Hey honey, of course, I'll talk about Wooyoung and Yeosang now, and I'll make a separate post for Jongho, Hongjoong and Yunho.

Wooyoung has always wanted to find true love. He wanted to love and be loved in return, to give himself completely to his beloved, and to devote all of his time to her. Wooyoung could choose any role he wanted just to get what he wanted, and when he saw you, he realised that he had found exactly what he had been looking for. You were sweet, simple, and gentle, and easy to read. You blushed and felt embarrassed under the intense gaze of his fox eyes. You laughed and had fun with him, and you were just such a super cosy and warm home girl.

The perfect girl for his home.

Little by little, he became more and more intrusive and possessive, changing the role of the sweet, cheerful guy to that of a dark seducer who would lure you into his bed and bite you until you were bleeding.

"You look so good with my marks; I want to mark you all over so everyone can see you're mine."

"I'm going to fill you with my cum, and you keep it nice and warm in your little pussy. Wait for me at home like a good girl."

"I never want to let you go; you're so warm and soft around my dick. I want to stay inside you forever."

"Come on, baby, accept my love; let me make you so beautiful and so swollen with my children that you will always be at home with me."

He was so annoyed by your wanting to go somewhere, wanting to see friends, wanting to spend time outside of his bed, that it made him aggressive and rude.

"Can't you be with me, or are your friends more important? Or are you such a whore that you can't live without wanting someone else to look at you?"

"Why can't you just look at me and don't pay attention to someone else? Haven't you already found someone who can fuck your slutty cunt?"

"You don't need anyone but me; I want you to be home all the time. You are all mine.".

Yes, Wooyoung was always in search of true love, one who would be perfect for him and his home. So, my dear, before you let yourself be carried away by the movement of a luxurious fox's tail, think twice about whether you will be able to get out of the dark and deep fox's hole alive.

Yeosang was full of beauty and splendour. He was mesmerising. A flutter of the eyelashes and a sweet smile were enough to kill you instantly. You were no exception. God, Yeosang really was the perfect guy—the kind of guy you always had in your dreams. He was respectful, gentle, caring, and so attentive to you. He always made you feel truly loved. Yeosang was very gentle with his words, and slowly but surely he put the ideas that he wanted into your head.

"Aren't you so lucky to be in a relationship with me?"

"Look, no one else has such a good-looking guy; they might be jealous of you."

"I am always going to take care of you, my love. You don't have a need for anyone, just a need for me."

The further your relationship developed, the more evil appeared in Yeosang. His beauty made him arrogant and rude towards you, constantly hinting that he had condescended to you and that you were just his pretty thing. Yeosang destroyed your self-esteem and lust for life by making you submissive and obedient to all his wishes.

"Can anyone but me want such an insignificant whore like you? You should be grateful for the attention I give you."

"Look at you, whimpering and squealing as I fuck you. Keep quiet and take everything I give you, like an obedient girl."

"You will always belong to me, even with this sad, tear-stained face, because there is no one else who needs you apart from me."

You've heard what they say: True evil is truly seductive. And yes, Yeosang, with his puppy eyes and angelic features hiding an arrogant, cold demon, was the most seductive of all. So be careful when you dream of a cute guy with an ideal appearance. If you bite into a piece of him, you can be sure it will rot.

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[danikamariewrites]

Office Naps

Rhysand x Reader

A/n: My first fic! YAY! I’m open to constructive criticism (I’m very sensitive plz be nice lol) and my request are open so feel free to leave one if you like this or just wanna chat. Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff (I don’t think I can write sad things yet lmao)

Being the mate of a High Lord takes a lot of patience. Especially when the Court of Dreams and Nightmares started to overlap. Keeping Kier and his company satisfied with their brief visits to Velaris has meant Rhysand meeting with the governors more and more each week. Now that they have his extra attention the governors are adding more requests and bringing new problems to each meeting.

You’ve been feeling a little neglected, but you would never tell Rhys. He’d feel guilty and carry that guilt around with him to punish himself. That’s the last thing you want.

To make up for lost time you decided instead of mopping around all day having lunch with Rhys in his office would be better. Walking down the hallway of the townhouse with two plates in your hands and a book under your arm you stop in front of Rhys’ office door. After knocking you hear a muffled come in and open the door to the sight of your mate looking disheveled. His usually perfect black hair is sticking up and pushed back at the time, his shirt is creased in places, and papers are strewn across his desk.

As you approach he finally looks up, a smile gracing his perfect features, “Hello darling.” He purrs. You smile blushing, putting the plate down on his desk trying to avoid the important documents that cover the surface. “I thought I could have a late lunch with you in here today,” you say sweetly. He grasps your empty hand bringing it to his lips and planting a kiss on your knuckles. “That sounds wonderful darling.” You move to sit in the chair on the other side of his desk but before you can Rhys’ arms are sliding around your waist pulling you into his lap.

You giggle as he nuzzles your neck leaving a few kisses before pulling back. “I’m sorry we haven’t been spending time together lately.” He says, guilt laces his features as he looks up at you with those beautiful violet eyes. “It’s alright my love. There’s a lot going on, but know that I’m here for you, always.” You say softly. Rhys cups your face with his large hand stroking your cheek. “After we eat will you stay and just sit with me?” He asks hopeful that you won’t leave him alone with the mess he’s drowning in. Just sitting with Rhys makes him feel like some of the weight has been lifted off his shoulders “Of course my love.”

…

After your quick lunch and an impromptu make out session that Rhys cut off before it could go any further to your dissapointment, you’re sprawled out on his office couch reading. You love this couch, it’s probably your favorite in the whole house. Its just so godsdamed comfy you could stay there forever.

Hours pass by and as you finish your book you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep. The sounds of Rhys’ scrawling and the crackling of the fire lulling you to sleep. Suddenly you feel arms under you lifting you up. Rhys leaves his office with you in his arms heading towards your bedroom.

You stir, cracking your eyes open a bit mumbling Rhys’ name. “I’m sorry darling,” he coos worry clear in his voice, “I didn’t mean to wake you, I just thought we could turn in early.”

“S’alright.” You say softly. “Can we cuddle?” Rhys chuckles as he says, “Of course we can my darling.” “All night?” You yawn snuggling into his chest. “Yes darling, all night I promise.”

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[bakugoushotwife]

inextricable (sasuke x reader)

a/n: just gonna dip my toes in the naruto water..see what we think. It's been so long since I watched Shipudden so if I get something wrong...no I didnt xoxo. this is definitely gonna need a second part, I wanna see if anyone likes it before I get too ahead of myself.

summary: Itachi spared two souls that night, his brother and the sister of the man he held most dear. No one can find the second Uchiha, no one can find out that there is a pureblood male and female still alive, ones that were born to be...inextricable.

pairings: sasuke x reader, maybe some naruto x reader if you squint

warnings: mentions of blood and death, angst!!! asshole Uchiha nonsense, dad mode Kakashi, reader is a bully lmfao, uhhhh long as shit

wc: 7840

next final

You were born to be best friends. At least, that’s what each of your parents had in mind. When Hae Uchiha told Mikoto that she was once again pregnant, the latter practically jumped for joy. She was a few months along with another boy, and she imagined your mother’s next child would make a perfect pal for her second born. Itachi and Shisui got along famously, the two borderline inseparable. 

Mikoto extended her hand to cover Hae’s not-yet showing stomach. “How far along?” She asked with a warm smile on her lips. 

Hae closed her eyes and returned the same embraceful grin. “Just a few months, she should be born soon after your boy!” 

“She! How exciting, I’m sure Sasuke will protect her for her whole life! Have you decided on a name yet?”

“Y/N…I always dreamed of naming my daughter Y/N.”

Mikoto returns her hand to her own stomach, her bump showing through. “That’s beautiful, Sasuke and Y/N…yes, they’ll be another version of our Itachi and Shisui!”

Hae beamed, knowing that her daughter would have a forever ally. 

Well, she had hoped, anyway. 

Nonetheless, you and Sasuke never spoke. He went out of his way to stay out of your path and you did the same for him. Truth be told, there was a great reason. There was hurt, and anger, and most forcefully, the fear, and what you had to do to hide. 

You had been friends, once. Just like your mothers had wanted, from birth, the two of you became inseparable. Where Shisui was a few years older than Itachi, feeling like an older brother to two now; Sasuke was only a few months your senior, making the two of you closer than even your own siblings.

Make no mistake, Shisui’s love for his younger sister was widely known and highly regarded. One might mistake you as his own daughter, if he wasn’t just nine years old. You were a much anticipated gift to the boy, he had been begging for a sibling for years. And his parents tried and tried to fulfill this wish, overjoyed when it came true. You truly were the pride of your branch, as hard as it may be to believe with Shisui’s reputation. Itachi was always kind, about six years older than you. Itachi would often babysit the two of you, being the perfectly responsible young man he was. Itachi was just happy to see Sasuke happy, and bonus points for you as well. He seemed oddly relieved that Sasuke had someone to grow attached to.

So you were, for about six years. You learned to walk together, he learned how to spell your name before he learned to spell his own, you refused to take naps without him. Once, Shisui and Itachi built little tricycles for the two of you, Sasuke’s purple and yours green. You rode those tricycles all over the village, laughing in the hot Konoha sun. You would traverse to the mountains and collect fruits to bring back for your mother to bake into sweet pastries. It was magical, it was perfect. Until that infamous night. 

That fateful night, the night that tore apart mind and soul, body and spirit. You thought it couldn’t get any worse. A hole had been left behind when Shisui died, something irreparable and ever painful. You couldn’t call it a void, for it was too powerful. It was nearly two years ago now, your tiny body and soul already weighed down with his loss. It created a rift between you and Sasuke, too. Itachi was blamed for his death for a while, and it hurt even more to feel so alone. You felt like you were drowning and no one was there to pull you back up, no one to even notice you slipping away… 

You had grown numb to the life that was without Shisui and Sasuke, you went to training and classes like you were supposed to. You did what you were told at home, your parents just as much a shell of themselves as you were. Everything that was colorvision faded to dull grays and empty blacks. Where you once saw beauty, you saw injustice. Where there was once love there was now ugly pain that had rooted, hatred growing in its place. Hatred for who? For Shisui, for dying? For Sasuke, for letting rumors pull you apart? For the forces of the universe that caused it all to begin with? You weren’t quite sure, maybe it was a mixture of all three. 

When you came home that evening, it took you a moment to realize. The house had been quiet since Shisui passed, there was simply no joy without him. Yet still, you were used to the sound of your father’s footsteps shuffling through the kitchen, the clink of dishes. The sound of your mother turning pages in her book–everything was silent. Eerily so. A dread washed over you, familiar with the haunting ache. What was left of your heart sank in your stomach as you realize there was blood on the walls. Your breathing became rapid and shaky, you crept down the hall, hoping it was some cruel joke from the village or–or maybe it was paint!

There was no humor in what laid before you that night. Your parents lay slumped over, almost like they were sleeping. Kagami laid propped up against the wall, seated perfectly on the floor with his head tucked into his chest. Your mother’s head lay in his lap, her torso twisted at an awkward angle, legs sprawled. 

Tears cloud your vision immediately. You could feel your knees wobble and buckle, seemingly too heavy for yourself all of a sudden. You fell forward, hands and knees catching you and making a sickening squelch. You realize the stickiness soaking into your skirt was blood, the dark red blood of your parents. You scream. It’s more of a wail, your entire body wracked with emotion so strong, your eyes begin to burn. It hurts, it gives you a headache, and when you force your eyes open again, the world looks different. It felt…slower. You can see a glistening trail of what you can identify as chakra, it glows all over the house, coming in through a window and leaving through the front door. This had happened before, when Shisui died. Your sharingan was activated for the first time. This was different, it felt like a new level. You pull yourself up, running at the door. You throw it open and run into the street, tracking the chakra house to house where you only find more slumped over bodies. The entire clan, everyone…they’re gone. They’ve been slaughtered, every last one. You can’t bear it when the chakra trail leads you down Sasuke’s path, knowing you would find the last of your home in there. You never got to make amends, never got to reunite. Sasuke would be dead, just like everyone else you ever cared for. 

You’re stopped in your tracks when you see a figure in the street, you notice glowing red eyes, the pattern so familiar you couldn’t help but gasp. “I-itachi?” Your chin wobbled, the tears coming back as you ran closer, relieved to find someone alive, someone you know. 

“Back away, child.” His voice thundered, it chilled you to the bone. He had never spoken to you like that. 

“Itachi, it’s m-me! Y/N, you know me! I-I��m scared Itachi!” You plead with him, the new vision of yours highlighting the blood on his clothes the closer you got to him. 

“The second tomoe..” He revered, a nod of approval following, just as quick as it came, the familiarity left. He was icy again when he spoke, “You should be scared. You’ve realized what I’m capable of.” 

You fall back, astonished. This couldn’t have been, no, you refuse to believe such a thing. Itachi wasn’t…capable of this? He looked as if he was going to speak again, but another figure moving rapidly towards you grabbed his attention. It was Sasuke, alive after all. 

“I don’t believe it!” Sasuke said, tears streamed down his face, “This is too unlike you, Big Brother. I mean…” He looked around wildly, finding solace in your presence, relief. You couldn’t help the tears, the same relief he had coursing through your own mind. Itachi had spared you both, but why?

“You have the potential to become my opponent.” He directed his voice to his younger brother, ignoring you completely for the time being. “You are someone who could be able to use Mangekyo Sharingan just like me…” The wind blew ceremoniously, whipping up leaves from the ground and sacrificing them to the sky, to the full moon that was the only light to go by. “However, on one condition…that you must kill your closest friend..Just like I did.” His gaze flickers to you then, making Sasuke’s eyes widen. 

Sasuke gasps, as do you. Itachi really did kill Shisui. He has now killed your entire family. Your brother, his best friend, died senselessly to the little brother he never had. You were wrecked, this realization makes your head spin, the boy you’ve known since birth…Itachi Uchiha was a cold blooded killer, and your life was forever destroyed because of him. 

“That was…your doing?” Sasuke’s brows knit together in shock and confusion. “Big Brother, you…killed Shisui?” 

“That’s right…and because of that I obtained these eyes.” Itachi replied stone-faced. As if you needed the confirmation, but hearing the words from his very mouth absolutely ruined whatever remained of your soul. You felt your eyes burn once again, the vision skewing, leaving you momentarily blind before you blinked and everything was clear again. It was clearer than before, you could sense the movements of two brothers before they did them, this shouldn’t be possible. You had just awoken your second tomoe minutes earlier, had you already gained the third through this extreme emotional distress? There was rigorous training involved to level up your eyes, you could feel the drain it put on your body as it began to sway in the wind, feeling light. You couldn’t hold on much longer, you knew that, but you were in danger…and so was Sasuke, you had to fight for consciousness. 

“If you attain these eyes, you will become the third person including myself to utilize the Mangekyo Sharingan. However,” He turns abruptly, startling you both. “Neither of you are worth killing. And one day, Sasuke, when you have the same eyes I do…come and stand before me!” Itachi challenges, his eyes swirling into his familiar triangular pattern. 

“And you…” Itachi says, beckoning you forward with the point of his finger. “Come here, child.” He says, issuing an order. Sasuke makes a strangled struggling noise before he falls to the ground, the emotional distress leveling his eyes too fast as well. He was in a genjutsu, you realize, by the sounds he was making on the ground, crying out in agony. 

“Let him out of that! I’ll go with you, I won’t fight. Let him out.” You plead, not in the position to make any demands yourself. Even fighting wouldn’t get you out of this, Itachi was far too powerful, you could never hope to escape. 

Itachi chuckled dryly and shook his head. “No. He needs this. He will foster hatred and turn it into immense power. You…you have to be hidden.” He says, his voice in a dream-like state. He was thinking deeply, wondering what he should reveal to you. Enough to keep you alive, and nothing more. “You will stay away from Sasuke…until it’s time. No one can know your identity. It’s imperative you understand this, child.” He says, and if you didn’t know any better you would think he was panicked. Itachi kept calling you that, child, as if he were not. He was only 14, but he clearly felt much older. 

You were confused, but didn’t even know where to start asking him questions. He didn’t wait for a response, just sweeping you up in his arms and jumping from rooftop to rooftop until he was in the trees with you, Sasuke long abandoned on the outskirts of the village. Itachi was taking you somewhere, apparently to be hidden. “Itachi-san–please, I’m scared, I don’t understand!” 

“You need to be scared! You have to understand. Force yourself to. They can’t know that I left you alive, they know Sasuke will live…they can’t know that you do as well…it would be most troublesome…” Itachi explains without explaining a single thing. Who are “they”, and what involvement do they have in this? “A male and a female Uchiha could save the clan, they will not let that happen. I owe this to Shisui.” Itachi says quietly, dropping down in front of someone’s door. 

A man opens the door before Itachi can make a single noise. He was waiting for Itachi, you realize. 

“Here she is.. Train her to be strong, stronger than you. Keep them apart, keep them safe.” Itachi pleads, or as close to it as he can get. He sets you down, letting you see your new caretaker for the first time. 

“I understand, Itachi. It’s best if you get a move on, they’ll be on your scent soon.” The taller man says, the cover of the night obscuring your vision of him. 

Itachi nods, taking one last look at you with a trace of pain in his eyes. You look down at your feet, not sure what to make of the situation, everything happened so fast. “Thank you, Captain.” Itachi says with a curt nod before disappearing into a puff of smoke. 

It was silent. The wind blew again, whipping your hair into your face and pushing the clouds across the moon like it was a normal night. You begin to cry, everything so overwhelming you couldn’t help but do anything else. You’ve lost everything. Your family is dead, every single one. You, the sole survivor, have been placed with a stranger by the very man that murdered everyone you love. The last person alive that you care for is trapped in a genjutsu, lying on the pavement outside the house of his murdered family. 

The man crouched down to be on your level. He looked young, but you couldn’t really tell. His face was mostly covered, his shinobi headband covering his left eye and a black mask pulled over the lower half of his face. The most notable thing about him was his tall and spiky gray hair. His one brown eye looked at you sadly, and at once you knew he understood. You felt more at ease nearly immediately. You were still wary, after all he seemingly knew what was going on and had worked with Itachi. But the look in his eye and the expressive way he puts his hands on either arm of yours makes you feel safer. He knew sadness too, you recognized it in him. 

“Hello, little one. I know this has been…a horrible night, to understate…but you’re strong. You’re safe now, I’m Kakashi, and I’ll make sure of that.” He nodded determinedly, searching your expression for your next move. He frowns under his mask as you cry, unsure of how to console a young girl at his age of twenty two years. 

“What’s wrong with your face?” You ask, sniffling out your sentences and wiping viciously at your eyes. Your mind was all over the place, you didn’t want to think of this night anymore but the only other thing you could ponder was why the man in front of you dressed like that. 

He chuckled earnestly. “Oh!” He pushed his headband up to reveal a long scar running lengthwise over his eye and down his cheek to where the mask starts, but most strikingly a sharingan sat in the eye he kept covered. The sharingan consumes a massive amount of chakra for non-Uchiha wielders, so you gather that the eye was given or stolen almost immediately. 

“That’s partially why he left you with me. I can help with some of your training. You’re in luck, little one. The Hokage has just released me to be a jonin Sensei. So you’ll get first class training living with me. I…I know I can’t replace what you’ve lost, or hell..even understand what you’re going through.” Kakashi slipped his mask down just for you in this moment, wanting to earn the trust of his new foster child. “I will protect you and make you strong, smart, and ready for this world. It’s you and me now. I set up a room for you..” he adds rather sheepishly, sliding his mask back up after a nervous smile. “We can..make changes to it as time goes on, I wasn’t sure what would best be suitable for a girl of your age.”

You blink at him,eyes still bleary from leftover tears. You wipe at your eyes, your own sharingan taking in his full appearance and making a mental note. His half-baked motivational speech was partly moving, and you could tell he was genuine in this. You tilt your head to the side to analyze him further. He was young, taking on a six year old at his age was surely difficult. He was nervous, you could see that much, but his chakra was powerful and in a way, calming. 

“What about Sasuke?” You managed as he opened the door to his place. 

Kakashi sighs. “He will be taken care of, don’t worry. We have to keep you separate for now, it’s for the best. When you start school it may be different. Do you remember what Itachi said?” He asks, partly wondering what all the boy even told you. 

You nod. “He said they can’t know he left me alive. I don’t know who they are though.” You say, feeling everything all the time all at once. Pain, numbness, sadness, fear, nervousness and wonder. Your eyes were wide and your sharingan kept glowing, a red beacon in the dark night. You looked inside the home, small and neat. It looked like…a real place, which surprised you for some reason. With the night’s events it was becoming difficult to predict what would happen next, in your mind he was going to open the door to a slaughterhouse or some medical lab for testing. You were relieved to see it was a completely normal apartment. The young man led you to a decently sized bedroom right across the hall from the bathroom. It was decorated haphazardly, pink cherry blossom wallpaper was slapped on the wall, a little bed covered up with pink blankets sat in the middle of the room. There was even a closet outfitted with a few changes of clothes, luckily regularly colored. It was a nice effort, you recognized. It was natural for any young man to assume a six year old girl would love pink. Your favorite was green. It reminded you of rolling down hills and the bushes you would pluck fruit from, the trees the sun peeked over, the tricycle your brother built…and Sasuke’s was purple. 

“I hate pink.” You say solemnly, feeling bad almost immediately, he had tried to think of your comfort and here you were, being rude. “B-but it looks nice! Thank you…” You looked to him a bit confused on how you should address him. 

“Kakashi, that’s fine for now.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed for giving you a stereotypical girl room. It was clear that there was nothing to be assumed about you. “What color do you prefer, in that case? I can work on a replacement tomorrow.” Kakashi offered with a closed-eyed smile. 

“Purple.”

Kakashi followed through on his promise. The next time you went into your room, the walls were painted a deep plum, the covers that decorate your bed were as purple as the evening sky after the sun had left, and on a table you noticed a few more trinkets and accessories. There were hair ties and clips, little earrings and a purple headband. He heard the word purple and ran with it. Kakashi wasn’t sure why he displayed all this effort, well he had an idea.

He had knocked against your open door, just to alert you to his standing there. You still looked so sad. It had only been a day after all. At least you had stopped crying, he would happily take the progress. He leaned against the doorway, arms folded over his chest. “I hope some of those things make you feel a little more at home, Kurenai helped me pick them out…” He mentioned, once again, scratching at the back of his head nervously.That was his nervous tick, you noted. 

“Thank you, they’re pretty..” You say with a small smile, reaching for the headband and slipping it over the long black locks signature of your clan, luckily it was also a common characteristic of the citizens of the Stone village. That’s the story, anyway. Kakashi found you on a mission while in Iwagakure. You were newly orphaned, and had no one else to take you in. Which, now that you think about it, isn’t much of a lie at all. You were new to the Leaf village, and Kakashi was your young and kind foster father. It gave him a reason to change, and he didn’t know if he liked that yet; he did know that he wanted you to grow into a powerful kunoichi, and he had no doubt you could accomplish that. 

He cleared his throat. “You know, Y/N…I..” He hesitated, wondering if it was worth mentioning at this moment. He sighed out and continued. “I lost my father when I was six, as well. I don’t pretend to know everything you feel, but I do understand some of your pain. You can talk to me, when or if you ever want to. I’ll listen.” 

You look to your feet, the tears pooling in your eyes again. His kindness was overwhelming at times, you hadn’t expected him to be so warm. He just retired from the Anbu after all, and you were old enough to know what that meant. You nod your head after a minute, picking up a purple fuzzy stress ball. You squeeze down, finding it helps temporarily. 

“Mhm, I will..thank you for being here.” You mutter out after a few beats.  

“A-Alright. We’ll go out for dinner around 7. I’ll come get you.” Kakashi hummed pleasantly, touched by your gratefulness.

You were thankful that you wound up with someone like Kakashi. Last you’d heard, Sasuke was set up in a nice apartment, well taken care of and monitored by Lord Third himself. But he was alone, and that worried you. He was sure to become a cold shadow of the former joyous boy he had been, just as you are. But even you had another person around, someone to at least distract you from the constant pain. Sasuke didn’t have that, he didn’t even know if you were alive. The last thing he saw was his older brother sweeping you up and leaving with you. 

The purple made you feel better. It helped you feel just a little closer to where he was. You hoped he would make friends with the kids in his building, if there was any. You hoped he could power through and find happiness in the little things. Would he try to remember you? Find you, even? Your heart ached, you physically covered it with your hand and winced.  

You decided you hate Itachi. That you would do everything and anything it took to get to him and kill him. You came from a powerful line of the clan too, Shisui was a prodigy and the youngest to ever awaken his sharingan before you did it at four from his death. You committed, promised yourself in Kakashi’s apartment that you would train until your eyes bled, you would master genjutsu just as Shisui had, you would master chakra control. You would learn everything Shisui had mastered, and you would kill Itachi the same way he had killed your brother. 

Little did you know that Sasuke had made himself the same promise. He would avenge his family, your brother in your honor, he would become a worthy opponent and he would use Mangekyo to kill the man that had caused all this pain. 

He was beyond lonely, there was no word to describe the hell he was living. He relived his parents’ death again and again, trapped in a genjutsu by his older brother. But the nightmare was reality. He had no one, everything was destroyed. The only person left was missing at best, dead at the worst. Even once he was released from the genjutsu’s chakra control, the only thing burned into his eyelids was the scene of his parents' slaughter. The only thing he can hear is the sound of your tears as Itachi admits to killing your brother, it’s miserable. 

 Why did Itachi spare them both, did he really just want to fight? Well, Sasuke could give him that. He couldn’t wait to start the academy, to refine his talents and find a rival and friend that could fulfill his needs for the Mangekyo Sharingan his brother wants him to have so badly. There wasn’t a reality that existed where he would kill you for it, as his brother insinuated. He was sure that his new friends would suffice, when the time came. 

Kakashi had arranged for him to proctor your bypass exam the following year. The rules for the Academy aren’t concrete, and you were a prodigy after all. Kakashi stressed your physical prowess and shadow clone jutsu to get you through the Academy in just one year, passing your genin exam easily. 

Over time, your numbness had resided. You found yourself motivated by revenge and desire for rebuilding what was taken from you. Kakashi was a friend and mentor, and he helped you train your eyes and genjutsu regularly. He had to, as you weren’t allowed to display this power outside of the training grounds with no one else around. You had to train harder over the next few years, both your sharingan abilities and those you would use to cover your identity. 

Kakashi and yourself had landed on a plant style jutsu, where you could summon different plants, both poisonous and strangling variations. It reminded many of Hashirama Senju’s wood style jutsu. Your chakra control was impressive, and your inclination toward medical nin was just another tool in your arsenal. You owe most of this to your mentor, who, so far, has followed through on his promise to make you as strong as he can. 

He was impressed by you, a prodigy indeed. It was no surprise you were Shisui’s younger sister. He wondered how you could have absorbed so much from him since he passed when you were so young, now a girl of twelve. He can’t believe he’s had you in his charge for six years now, and how you’ve grown in that time. He cared for you like his own child, even though he was not much older than a kid himself when he decided to take you in. 

It was hard work, especially now. He had been assigned as Sasuke’s sensei, along with two other promising shinobi. He was splitting most of his time between his new team and the child he’s been training for years. He found it hard to hand you over to Kurenai, even though the woman was somewhat familiar with your delicate case. She didn’t know your true identity, as Kakashi would never risk that knowledge to anyone, but she had helped Kakashi with the more delicate matters of your girlhood your entire life. He had kept you in his own training since you graduated the academy, it was time for you to join a team and attempt the chunin exams. He knows you’ll pass easily, so why is it that he’s so nervous? 

Because he knows the days of keeping you and Sasuke apart are over. He knew he wouldn’t be able to prevent it forever, but he wasn’t ready for you to revisit that time in your mind. He didn’t wan your hard work to crumble once you faced your old friend again, under the guise of an adopted Hatake. Would Sasuke call you out immediately? He hadn’t been given the same warnings to stay away, as far as Kakashi knew. The boy was angry, and he was boiling over with immense talent. He had been working with the boy on chidori and other sharingan practices that he had once done with you.  Kakashi knew that there was nothing he could do to prevent Sasuke from seeking revenge, and it bothered him…deep down inside he knew you were the same way, your anger tamed to your own mind. You were quiet all the time, your chakra a lime green–just a few shades lighter than your brothers. He could feel your emotions and recklessness bubble inside you. It was just a matter of time, but the seasoned shinobi worried what would come of the girl once she was faced with the Lone Uchiha, and what would come of him when he saw her. 

You were first. The beginning match was you against a girl named TenTen. You thought she looked silly. Ridiculous, almost. Her speciality was weapons, you heard her talking about it as all the chunin hopefuls piled into the colosseum type building. As far as you could tell, she had no special control of chakra or any impressive jutsu. This would be over quickly. 

The two of you stepped forward, the sound of your first name making Sasuke’s heart stop. He looked over at the scene, brows knitting together in confusion. His teammates, Naruto and Sakura started whispering about the match. But they truly don’t know how to whisper, Sasuke tuning into their every word. Y/N? Hatake…? It looked like you, at least close to what he could remember. But you were definitely an Uchiha, and surely he would have known if you were living in the village this whole time?

“Kakashi Sensei’s daughter?” Naruto asked with a sense of disbelief. “I didn’t know Kakashi Sensei had a family!” He adds.

Sakura slaps him lightly on the arm. “He rescued her from the Stone! She was six when her parents died and the villagers were just too busy to take care of her, that’s what I heard.” 

Sasuke arched his brow in curiosity. Kakashi really hadn’t mentioned you, and the way you walked around the battle ring piqued his interest. You were confident, cocky even. You let TenTen throw a few exploding kunai at you, easily outjumping them. You weren’t using sharingan, he noted, but there was no mistaking that smirk. That truly hadn’t changed a bit, your features easily identifiable to him. It seems like Kakashi attempted bleaching your hair at one point, but it had grown out now. You had dark black roots, your eyes big and dark brown. It was you, there was no argument to be made otherwise. You chuckled at TenTen, making her scrunch her nose up in anger. She charged at you with another kunai. You grasped her wrist, quickly turning it and making her drop the weapon, kicking her hard in the stomach, sending her flying through the air. 

The crowd gasped, knowing the other girl would be seriously hurt if she landed on the hard ground from that height, the power of your chakra control something to be feared. You closed your eyes and weaved a hand sign. Out of nowhere, a giant lilypad caught TenTen, keeping her from serious harm. As the crowd sighed with relief, everyone watched more vines burst free from the ground, tying the opponent to the lilypad without any fuss. 

Needless to say, you won the match effortlessly. Kakashi took a deep breath of relief, wandering over to his own team of hopefuls. 

Sasuke stared at you, watching you help TenTen out of the plant trap once the winner was announced. He didn’t even notice Kakashi coming up behind them. 

“Certainly an exciting first match!” Their sensei said with delight, as if he didn’t know anything about you and was just as surprised as everyone else. 

Naruto nodded with widened eyes before remembering that Kakashi hadn’t mentioned being a father. “Hey, Kakashi Sensei, how come you didn’t tell us you adopted that girl?” 

Sasuke tore his studying gaze away from you to hear the answer to this. 

Kakashi shrugged. “It never came up, of course. My job is to train you as shinobi, not teach you my life story.” He replied coolly, as if they were unreasonable for wondering. 

Sasuke narrowed his gaze at Kakashi, identifying that there was more to the story. There was something he was missing, why would they change your name and try to hide your hair? Why would Kakashi be involved? He needs to find you and ask you himself, because he clearly wasn’t getting anywhere with his sensei. 

But how could he be certain you would talk to him? The last memory you share is his brother basically saying he kept you alive so that he could kill you later. Maybe you were trying to distance yourself from him specifically. Maybe you didn’t know he was here just as much as he didn’t know you were. It was his turn to fight next, but he planned to track you down after the battle was quickly won. You beat TenTen in 18 seconds, his goal was to beat that time. Then he would just have to make you understand that he wasn’t a threat to you. 

He beat your time by six seconds, dismantling Choji Akimichi in 12. You smiled to yourself as you watched him, he was very good. Just as you hoped. It would always hurt to stay apart, you realized then. He surely recognized you from your fight, so now you had to work to keep him away. Just as the battle was wrapping up, you pushed through the crowds, getting stopped by some of the girls your age. You had briefly talked to some of them, but you didn’t care to now. You had to get away, distance yourself. He would surely come looking for you. 

“Y/N-chan! Who do you think the hottest boy here is?” Ino asks, a beautiful blond girl with a ditsy grin. 

You roll your eyes at the question. “Really, that’s what you’re worried about right now?” You ask, confused by her priorities. You turn your head, noticing people parting a little down the way, knowing what that means you turn back to the girl. 

Ino giggles and nods. “I’m a great multi-tasker! I know all the girls are dying to get closer to Sasuke Uchiha!” She purrs, cheeks turning red at the mention of his name. 

You sigh, with forced disgust you groan. “I for one don’t want to be anywhere near Sasuke Uchiha.” You say, folding your arms and walking onwards, hoping the digging comment would keep Sasuke at arms length. 

You should know better than to think yourself lucky. You feel a weight on your shoulder, keeping you from getting away. 

“Why would you say that?” He asked, voice on the quiet side as he stared at your back. Your hair was wavier than it was when you were younger, or maybe it was just because it was so long. 

You scoff. “I don’t owe you anything.” 

It was his turn to scoff. “Y/N Hatake?” He practically hisses at you. “I think you owe it to me to explain why you’re not using your sharingan.” 

You turn and clap your hand down over his mouth. Your eyes are wide with a frenzied type of fear, searching around to make sure no one heard him. “Don’t say that. You don’t understand.” 

He pushed you off him easily, looking at you with a mix of frustration and confusion. “No I don’t understand because no one tells me anything! I didn’t even know you were in the village!” He says angrily. 

You bite the inside of your lip, debating your options. Maybe it would be easier to explain it all, maybe if he could understand why this was happening he could play his role and you could both stay safe. You know that would help put Kakashi at ease. 

“Come with me.” You order pointedly, walking out of the building with the knowledge that you had at least twenty minutes until your next battle. You keep walking, far away from the building or any people.

Sasuke follows you into the treeline, mind racing. He didn’t know what to expect. He eyes you with his sharingan, noticing your abundance of chakra and power. He blinks his doujutsu away.

 “Now.” He orders expectantly, folding his arms over his chest. 

“I don’t know why…” You admit with a shrug, thinking back to what Itachi said that night, both about Mangekyo and how important it is to keep away from Sasuke. “But when Itachi took me away, he said ‘they’ couldn’t know that he spared me, that it was dangerous to have a male and a female. He said it was imperative for us to stay away from each other, “until it is time.” I’m not sure what that means, really. But Kakashi agrees…there’s more to this that I don’t even know.” You explain cautiously, your eyes trained on the boy in front of you. He hadn’t changed much, except for the most striking thing. His features were haunted by grief, the once happy and smiling eyes turned cold and empty. You wonder if he thinks the same of you. 

“I would never hurt you.” He says simply, a hint of annoyance laced through it. 

You blink at him a few times, unsure of how to respond. “I’m not scared of you.” You clarify for him, looking at a spot on the ground. “I’m scared of the ‘they’ Itachi was worried about.”

He considers this, looking at the same spot on the ground that you are, as if there were hidden answers stored there. “So that’s why Kakashi Sensei never mentioned you, then. He doesn’t want me around you.” He determines, the annoyance gone and replaced with a hint of sorrow. 

“It’s not a personal grudge, he knows how hard it’s been on me…” You defend softly, the corners of your lips dropping. “Until we know who I’m hiding from, I have to stay under cover like this. I’m sorry..”

His body tensed with anger, you could tell he was close to snapping. “I want revenge, I swear I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him for what he did to me, what he did to you!” He announces, eyes teeming with tears of anger. “We can get revenge together, we can find and destroy those that caused this, and you can live as an Uchiha, like you’re supposed to! You can’t be a kunoichi without your sharingan!” 

You sympathize with his pain, after all, you feel the same way. His offer of revenge sounds nice, so you nod. “When the day comes where we are ready to seek revenge, I’ll accompany you.” You say, envisioning the two of you as jounin, ready to track Itachi down. 

He smiles when he hears this. “Until then.” He says, taking another look at you. If he wasn’t so damned angry, his heart would be relieved to see your familiar face, just a few years older. You were utterly unchanged, even the grief written into your face seemed to disappear when you smiled. He would keep his distance like you requested, until it was time to enact revenge. 

You wait for Sasuke to disappear back into the treeline before you begin to walk back to the arena. It would be your turn soon, and you intend to impress–without your sharingan–just to prove how powerful you really can be. 

By the end of your second match against Sakura, the crowd of other expecting chunin whispered amongst themselves. It really wasn’t her fault, she was like the others. She was completely unfocused on being strong, only desiring to look desirable. It’s a shame, you hoped she would change after this. Your Venus Flytrap jutsu was too much against any opponent, she was just its latest victim. Your giant flower sprouts from the ground and grabs the unsuspecting opponent in its teeth, releasing venom on your command. You wouldn’t take it that far unless you wished to kill. You make a few hand signs, “Release!” You call, letting Sakura tumble from the mouth of your monstrous flytrap. 

Still the crowd spoke of your victories, all quick and painless. You were surely impressive, and it was no wonder you graduated to genin in a year, just like your adoptive father. “You can tell she’s trained by Kakashi Sensei.” Someone said as you walked past, shaking their head in wonder. 

“She’ll be another heartless Anbu member in no time, just like her dad.” Someone else declared, linking your emotionless victories back to Kakashi’s vicious streak. You wanted to lash out in his defense, but maybe it’s better if they thought that of you. It’s good for them to compare you, as if you were related the whole time. It kept them from thinking anything was off, so you’d take it for now. 

Sasuke was thoroughly impressed with your abilities, though he’d likely never say so aloud. Naruto was also occupying his mind as his rival was also the other popular subject amongst his classmates. Naruto won all of his battles that day, all his classmates plus the mysterious Y/N Hatake made it to chunin. 

Things only spiraled from that day. Kakashi relaxed a little when you told him that Sasuke understood why you needed to keep your distance. He didn’t mind for his team to interact with you as much now, but Sasuke did. 

He hated being close to you while not being able to be close to you. That annoying Naruto was quickly becoming a close friend to you, leaving Sakura to obsess over him. Needless to say he hated everything about that arrangement. He didn’t want Naruto near you in the slightest, and he hated pathetic girls like Sakura. He hated everyone, no one seemed to understand. He was training for a real goal, meanwhile the others just wanted to be cool. He wanted more, he needed more. He would never relinquish this goal. He would never admit that Naruto was stronger than him, even if it meant he had to leave to become stronger. 

You told him that you would go with him, right? That when the day came, when he was ready to seek revenge, you would go with him. That’s what you said. So Sasuke was loud about his plans, he didn’t care to put Naruto down when he tried to stop him from leaving that day. 

Even when Kakashi explained to him that revenge was not all he thinks it is, he was undeterred. The emotions swirling inside him, the life that was stolen away…he had to get that back. And if Kakashi wouldn’t help him do it, then he would find someone who will. 

Sakura tried to stop him too, right on the edge of the village. The two of you sprinted there when you heard, Sakura a mess of tears, you a mess of nerves and emotion. 

You watched with your mouth agape as Sakura begged him not to go, only met with fierce rebuttals and disapproval from the Lone Uchiha. She even offered to go with him, which evoked a warped laugh from the dark haired boy. 

He was different. Completely consumed by his grief and desire for justice. He wasn’t thinking properly, and your heart dropped when you saw several shinobi from a different village drop from the trees. They’re here as escorts?

“Sasuke!” You shout in disappointment. “You’ll make yourself an enemy of the Leaf, just settle down and think about this for a minute, please!” You step forward, past Sakura and her unyielding tears. 

He chuckled with mirth. “This is all I can think about, Y/N. I refuse to let Sakura join me on this, she’ll just ruin her name.” He groaned, appearing behind the girl and knocking her out in a swift motion, laying her body on a bench. You eye him in disbelief. He was serious about this. You didn’t doubt your ability to stop him by force, excepting the three or four sound village ninja that would surely interfere. 

He looks at you with a crazed glint in his eyes. He holds out his hand to you. “Are you ready to go?”

You look from his hand and then back to him, shaking your head in shock. It’s that curse mark, you think to yourself. This isn’t him, he just needs to see that. “Sasuke, you’re being controlled. You’re not thinking clearly.” 

His mouth drops open in surprise. “Oh on the contrary, dear Y/N. I’m thinking clearly for the first time!” He protests, staring at you with disgust. “You told me you wanted revenge too, you told me you’d join me!” 

“I thought you meant when we were finished training! As Jounin! I didn’t think you meant defecting!” You defend yourself, thinking of Naruto’s heartbreak once he discovered that he wasn’t able to keep Sasuke. 

“Pathetic.” Sasuke hissed, shaking his head at you. “You’re weak. That’s why you can’t bring yourself to leave. You know you can’t take revenge, I wouldn’t want you weighing me down anyway.” He spat, his words cut like a knife. 

“Please don’t do this. They’ll send people after you! You can’t do this by yourself..” You plead desperately, hoping against all hope that you could get to the friend you once held so dearly. 

“Watch me.” He says, casting one last disappointed glare over his shoulder before walking to the shinobi waiting to guide him away. 

You watch him leave, the figures disappearing into the trees without a trace. You didn’t even notice the tears begin to roll down your face, nor did you hear Naruto and Kakashi land on either side of your body. 

“Wh-what just happened, Y/N-chan?” Naruto asked innocently, trying to delude himself against the truth before he even heard it. 

“Sasuke left the Leaf.” You reply, eyes fixated on the spot he last occupied in front of you. He was bound to be tracked down or hurt by someone dangerous before he could come to his senses. Had you upset him so badly that he would speak of your secret? Kakashi seems to know what you’re thinking as you make eye contact. You knew he wasn’t thinking clearly, the curse…you can get him, bring him back and have the mark removed. 

“I can catch him if I go now..”

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#naruto x reader #anime #sasuke smut #sasuke x reader #sasuke uchiha #send requests

[orgverse]

been brewing in my mind forever but like just think!!! yunho tied up and just teadinh him!!! like i wanna hear this 6’1 man WHINE

NO BECAUSE ANON I WILL FUCKING DIE! THIS IS MY DREAM

yunho didn't think anything about you tying him up. he thought he would just entertain the idea of you letting you use your silly pink ropes and tie you silly loose knots. but then you used your silly pink ropes to tie some... rather tight knots. keeping him bound to your headboard.

and then yunho was forced to lay there, watching as you tease yourself and then himself. the two of you already naked for the most part. yunho never expecting you to be so willing to dom or take control. not that he didn't let you or enjoy it. it was just that you were rather a pillow princess or would prefer for yunho to take charge.

"i didn't know you had this in you babe," he says to you, a goofy smile on his lips as he watched your removed your underwear, tossing it over the edge of the bed.

"really?" you ask, tone innocent, yet yunho could tell it was fuck. he rolled his eyes at you, tongue in cheek as he watched you begin to trail your hands over him.

squeezing his thighs and paying close attention to his inner thighs, but ignored his half-hard cock. yunho couldn't help but suppress this groans, growing frustrated that you were ignoring his cock.

"c-come on, y/n, don't tease me," he says, your head perks up at the almost begging tone in his voice. key word almost. which when you found that he wasn't at the full begging point, you simply ignored him. going back to running your hands along his body. running up his abdomen, pinching his nipples – which earned a breathy, but quiet 'f-fuck' from him, before you leaned down and began sucking on his nipple.

your pussy just hovered over his cock. he was sure that if he thrusted up he would be able to get some kind of friction between the two of you. which he won't lie, the longer you kissed and gave attention the rest of him, the more sensitive he felt his cock get.

"what's wrong, yuyu?" you ask, he notices how you move, pussy right over his hard cock. he could just feel the warmth of pussy. fuck, he was getting desperate now.

"please, please, y/n. fuck– please touch my cock," he's begging now which is exactly what you wanted to here from him.

"want my pussy, yuyu? want your fat cock in my pussy?"

"yes! yesyesyes, fuck, ugh, please!" you couldn't help the grin the spreads over your lips.

you watch yunho's face turn blissful when you press your pussy against the base of yunho's cock. your hands settle on his lower abdomen as you begin to glide your pussy over his cock. he fits snug between you folds, your juices covering him. you noticed the precum leaking out of his tip and you couldn't help but let on of your fingers come to rub the tip of his cock.

you felt yourself getting closer as you continued to tease yunho. you watched as he tugged against his restraints, head tossing back and forth, and a thin layer of sweat covering his body. you note how his hair is slowly beginning to also stick to his forehead. you could feel his dick twitch as you continue slide up and down it, a tell-tale sign that he was close to cumming.

"you gonna cum, yuyu?" you ask making yunho nod violently as a series of moans leave his mouth. "ah, how cute. who knew you were so easy to get off, especially like this."

"f-fuck, don't tease," he says a little breathless as his hips jolt upwards trying to create more fiction between you two.

"sorry, you just look so cute and pathetic begging like this, yuyu. we should have done this sooner," you say grounding your hips more as you grind against his cock. you repeat the action a for more before yunho's is cumming with a loud cry. head thrown back as his cum shoots out from his tip and covers his upper body. you can't help but think your lover looks beautiful with his cum decorating his body as he shudders from the pleasure.

you smile at him before you're leaning down and licking his cum up before you're moving to hover over him. you press your lips to yunho's, tongue forcing his mouth opens and he groans when he feels his cum run into his mouth. he can't believe you snowballed him... well, maybe he shouldn't be too surprised.

after a few moments, you finally loosen the knots around his wrist. rubbing them and kissing them to help alleve the pain the ropes might have caused. after that, you settled resting on top of yunho, his hands coming to rest around your waist. then suddenly, you are flipped on your back, yunho hovering over you as he pins your hands above your head.

"now its yuyu's turn to have fun."

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ First Born❜ (Halloween Special)┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: Being an older brother once more was beyond exhilarating for Choso, he never expected though to find love by his little brother's side, his pretty and kind childhood friend bringing a softness into his life he didn't know it was possible one Halloween night.

Word Count: 3243

Note: this is a Semi AU, meaning the characters are who they are in the series, yet the timeline doesn’t match the original story.

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Choso has been a big brother since he can remember, that’s his number one trait and the one he is more proud of in general.

Therefore, loosing his two younger brothers continues to sting to this day.

Gaining a ‘new brother’ or finding a ‘lost brother’ which ever you wanna call it, gave him a new sense of purpose, a new reason to live and continue growing as a person.

His number one flaw though, was how unemotional he was. 

To Yuuji, Choso was embarrassing. 

He never gets the jokes, more like he can’t even laugh on his own like if his face muscles were forever stiff, a spoon could get social cues better than him; he says the most embarrassing things at the worst timing too and this brings us to this moment.

Yuuji had been flirting with the girl that worked a part time at the donut shop close by for about a month. He would always stop by and buy even if it was just one donut to munch on his way to school just so he could see her smile for a couple of minutes; he even went as far as to ask for her number last time he was there; though today, Choso tagged along and was currently glaring at said beauty for getting ‘too close’ to his brother. “What is it that you want woman? I won’t let you get your smitten paws over my little brother, you hear me? You won’t ever understand how precious he is, must be protected at all cost.”

“Oh my god…just what do you think you’re doing?? Ruining my life?? Didn’t I tell you to stay outside with Fushiguro??” 

“Itadori-kun, I think your brother is right, I don’t think I can handle such a precious boy….” the girl couldn’t hold her laugh any longer, same thing as her co-workers who witnessed the scene.

“That’s it. I’m never taking you out again. Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get her to even look at me??” Yuuji was so disheartened, he opted to sit down on the sidewalk, contemplating the meaning of life while hating on his new older brother.

“I…I was just trying to-“ 

“I know, I know…just trying to be a good older brother…But have you stopped for a second and think that maybe not everyone wants to hurt me? I’m strong enough to defend myself, a pretty little thing like her wouldn’t even dream of hurting anything but my heart…” he sniffs dramatically, burying his face on his hands.

“You can die immediately if someone hurts your heart, idiot…”

This was the last drop of patience within him, “NOT literally, OK? I don’t mean my internal organ, I mean the feelings side of the heart!!”

“That’s not in your heart but your brain. You can also die if someone hurts you there-“

“Just stop talking!!!” Megumi and Nobara were both laughing their asses off at their banter, truth is Nobara saw the girl flirt with at least four different guys in just a week, she had been trying to warn her friend about her, so it was actually a good thing having dense Choso around to break the spell she had on him; that didn’t make it any less funny though.

“Itadori don’t be so hard on him, he’s pouting again.”

“I am not doing such thing-“

“Yes you are, man…” Megumi let out a deep sigh, walking on the opposite direction wanting nothing to do with the loud display of idiocy in front of him.

“Hey Fushiguro! Where are you going? We still need to discuss our plans for the party!” Yuuji yelled after him a little too loud, causing Megumi to flinch and return just to shut him up. “There’s nothing to discuss…Just be there around 9PM, you have to wear a costume or they won’t let you in, those are the rules.”

“Did you choose one already? I never pegged you for someone who’d like halloween parties~” giggling, Nobara elbowed Yuuji on the ribs wanting him to team up with her to tease their friend.

“I bet he’ll wear something ridiculous, like one of those giant carrot costumes.” bursting out laughing, both held each other from collapsing on the ground imagining carrotgumi.

“For your information, I will go as a vampire…I found dubious objects in a closet in Gojo-sensei’s, I mean back in the house…so I brought them with me for this party. Not like I want to go or anything but Maki-san threaten to shave my head in my sleep if I didn’t go…”

“Bald carrotgumi….” after one more outburst of intense laughter, the team bullying ended for the best. “I need a costume, would you go buy one with me, Kugisaki?”

All this time Choso has been quietly observing the entire thing. He knows his brother literally just said he wouldn’t take him out with him ever again, but he really wanted to prove him he could do better, that he wasn’t an embarrassment and that he was the best older brother there was to have, this was his chance. “Guys…do you think…do you think I can come with you…?” 

“No, never, non, forget about it.”

“B-but…”

“Listen, you just ruined my life! How do you even think I would take you with me again?”

“Poor guy, just let him come, Itadori…he always brings the funniest of conversations out. I like him.” Choso perked up a little at the support he was getting, even if he knew all she wanted was to mock his brother, at least someone wanted him there.

“Oh c’mon….What if he ruins it again?” 

“Just leave (Y/N) in baby sitting duty. She likes lost causes…” shrugging she started making her way to the costume shop, both of them tagging along.

“(Y/N)? I mean yes she does take recycling to an intense level and saves stray cats, but this is…this is something else, Kugisaki…” Choso’s lip was quivering once more, not wanting to face rejection for a third time on the same day by the person he wishes to please the most.

“Ok then how about we do this…” leaning close to Yuuji’s ear she whispers her plan with the most mischievous grin anyone has ever seen in their lives. To this Yuuji laughs for what feels like hours, having to stop in his tracks to wipe his tears away and calm down. “Ok, ok let’s ask him…” going over to his older brother, Yuuji bats his eyelashes prettily up at him, “Nii-chan…you can go…if you go dressed as the carrot Fushiguro isn’t wearing…”

Choso just nodded eagerly, not fully understanding what he was getting himself into. 

“Also, I won’t let you follow me around, I wanna get a girl in my bed by tonight, and you can’t stop me. I’ll ask my best friend to look after you. Understood?” this definitely wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted bonding time with his brother, have a nice time, maybe drink one of those beers he introduced him to the other day, not having to stay behind away from the fun dressed as a commonly disliked vegetable…but it was the chance he was looking for to prove he could behave.

“Is that a yes? Or-?”

“Yes, I will go.” Nobara was on her phone browsing for carrot costumes, not long after running on her way to the shop.

This would be a long night..

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The night was young, every known sorcerer and their friends and family were invited to this party.

Yuuji chose to dress as werewolf, while Nobara went dressed as a sexy nurse.

Choso though…let’s just say the carrot outfit didn’t suit him that well…

Wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible, Yuuji stopped you right at the entrance with a big grin plastered on his face. “(Y/N) my darling! My bestie! The light that shines above us…!”

“What do you want now-“ he was being too obvious, he only acts this way when he wants either money or nasty favors.

“Have you met my brother yet?”

“Your what-? I’ve lived next door my entire life and I’ve never seen a brother of yours-“ covering your mouth almost instantly, he glared at you, trying to get you to play along.

“O-oh…yes your brother! You told me about him the other day. No, I haven’t had the pleasure to meet him yet!” smiling on his direction, you walked over to him, taking both of his hands in yours.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to finally meet you! By the way, what an adorable outfit you brought today! I wish I knew about them before, then we could have been two carrots instead of just one!” giggling at how good you were handling his worst nightmare, Yuuji sneaks away without you noticing; thing is, not only did you not notice, but neither did Choso, and that had never happen before.

“They also had tomatoes and an eggplant, but that one was too little, it would probably fit you though.” He nodded in thought, unable to figure out why the thought of you dressed like a tiny eggplant sounded so appealing. Was this why his brother wanted him to be a carrot? Did he actually look cute?

“I would have loved to be an eggplant! We could take a bunch of pictures, probably even win the costume contest!” your soft laughter brought a smile to his face, he’s never been treated this nicely before.

“What are you supposed to be though?” he eyed you from head to toe, making you blush. “I’m Godzilla~” you posed, letting out a cute little roar, his heart skipped a beat, cuteness has never been his thing but he could see the appeal of it now.

“I apologize, I do not know what that is, but it’s certainly cuter than an eggplant. They don’t make sounds...” his comment made you giggle giddily, why did Yuuji dislike him this much? He’s such a sweetheart…

“Hmm Godzilla is…a monster…he destroys cities and kicks buildings.” you tried your best to imitate it properly, earning a smile from him once more, making you feel accomplished.

“So like a curse? I’m half curse-” he looked at you with his eyes wide opened in realization.

“Nah, more like a cute big animal lost in a city full of ants.” he nods at this, before pointing to a table by the door. “They had animal shaped cookies in a bowl over there.” he didn’t know why but he felt the need to make you smile some more, to make you feel comfortable in his presence unlike the rest of his brother’s friends and seemed like you liked animals enough to dress like one.

“Do they? I bet they’re adorable. Would you like to eat some with me?” the way your eyes twinkled at this little piece of information made his stomach feel hollow, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, he kind of wanted to feel more of this, so he went over the table and poked all the cookies from the bowl until he was sure he’s gotten at least one of every single animal available in it. 

Megumi, who was sitting at the top of the stairs hiding from a drunk panda who was trying to get him to kiss his cousin, saw the entire scene unfold, and decided to intervene before Itadori ruined his moment if he caught him. “Choso…stop touching all the food just grab a handful she’ll like it anyways, trust me.” to his advice he nodded gratefully, making sure to grab some drinks as well.

“Here, I couldn’t find the elephant, I was sure I saw one when I went by that table earlier, apologies for not getting you the complete set. I got you some melon soda though, I hope you like it.” the back of his neck felt hot, he continued wondering why he wanted to please you this bad, is not like you were his little sister, not like he wanted you to be his sister- he wouldn’t be able to last a day before dying of cuteness overload.

“Don’t worry! I’m sure Mr.elephant found a nice home in someone else’s belly.” chuckling you grabbed a little bear cookie and pressed it to his lips, “Try it! It’s yumyum~” you danced happily at the taste, wanting to share the joy a good high quality cookie can bring to someone’s life.

To this he just gave out a short nod, getting the entire cookie into his mouth. This was all so new to him, was this why his brother kept insisting in taking a girl to his bed?

What would they even do there?

He would like to take you to his and eat elephant shaped cookies, maybe even talk a little, or watch a movie, he’s been really into them since his brother introduced him to horror films.

“Hey (Y/N) would you like to go to my room? It’s a bit far but we could walk there-“ before he could continue his sentence, a shoe came flying straight to his face, Megumi coming to pull him to the side, “I’m borrowing him for just a second (L/N), be right back.” 

He took Choso outside, away from prying eyes, a deep scowl on his face, “What on earth are you doing? You spend too much time with Itadori, he’s rubbing on you…”

“I thought you’re supposed to take nice girls to your bed…”

“I..ugh..WhAT? Who told you that? Never mind don’t answer…” letting out a long sigh he plops down on a bench prompting Choso to the same. “Look, man…it is true I guess, though the order is wrong. Remember how your brother talked to the same girl for months just to get her to like him?” nodding his head he was taking mental notes, Megumi rarely took his time to teach him anything, this must not go to waste.

“When you think a girl is nice or cute, pretty even. When she’s nice to you as well and you feel like you want more of her…” his nodding intensified, it was as if he was reading his mind, describing just how he was feeling that same moment.

“You have to treat her right, make nice things for her, be patient, don’t do anything impulsive. Girls are more delicate, you can’t be rough with them. Got it?”

“I knew it. I should have looked for that elephant cookie some more…” 

A rare smile appeared on Megumi’s face, Choso has been nothing but a pain to them when it doesn’t come to fighting, but he’s never seen this soft side of him, or maybe he had, just that Itadori always shuts him down unlike you.

“Yeah well, maybe next time you can buy her a bag, I’m sure the elephant will be there.” his eyes opened widely, he hadn’t thought about that, fantastic idea.

“You’re a great guy, Fushiguro, I appreciate your advise. I can be your older brother too, if you ever need one...” with a small smile on his face, Megumi walked away back to his room, he'd have enough of this party already.

“Go back to her, before someone steals her away~” running back inside, his heart came back to his body when he saw you patiently waiting for him inside, fidgeting with your fingers.

“I have returned. Fushiguro just told me we can find the elephant cookie if I get you a new pack of cookies. Would you like to go buy one with me?”

“Right now?” that smile of yours will end up causing him heart failure, he was sure of that now.

“Or later, when you have time, if you want that is…we can also go back for the eggplant dress, if you’re tired of being Godzilla.” It was pretty obvious to you by now that he was trying to get you out of this party, you weren’t what others would call a 'party animal’, you only went because your best friend called you over; the same best friend who’s been flirting with every single girl in the room and has not addressed you for the longest time.

“I think they sell them in the supermarket down the street, lets go~!” pulling him by his hand, you both walked in silence as none of you knew what to say.

“So, how is Yuuji as a younger brother? If he’s mean to you tell me, I will kick his ass…” you knew your bestie, he could be really sweet as much as he can be a real ass when he wants to be.

“He’s great. I wish we could get along better though…but it’s hard to know what he wants. I wished everyone would be happy with animal cookies…”

“I think it’s easy getting along with you though. You’re sweet and gentle, funny too.” Choso has never been complimented before, not like this at least…was this what his brother called ‘flirting’?

“I…well I think you are all those things too…nobody has ever treated me this nice before…” his comment managed to sadden you more than anything, stopping you on your tracks to place a hand on his cheek gently.

“Then how about we see each other some more? I need you to see how special you are.” your smile was so bright, so comforting…his chest ached but in a pleasant way, he kind of wanted to rip his own heart out just to see the chemical reaction occurring within his body in this very second, his blood even felt more powerful, he could kill Gojo Satoru right now, he was sure of it. But all he wanted was to count cookies with you while looking at the night sky.

“Can we? See each other again? I mean after the cookies...?”

“Of course! Lets do all sorts of things together! Have you ever been to a theme park? Maybe I can get the eggplant costume and we could both go dressed as vegetables, that’d be fun!” your arm wrapped around his as you walked towards the supermarket.

“I’ve never been to one, no.”

“Then we totally have to go! We could play some video games too! Oh and we definitely need to go to that new crepe place down town, I heard you need a reservation and all!”

“Why do you want to go with me to all those places?” he was honestly confused, he’s been facing so much rejection that this fuzzy feeling in his chest was starting to cause some concern.

“That’s what friends do, right? Besides, I think you’re really cute…maybe…we could…you know…one of those days we go out…only if you’d like of course…we could maybe say it’s a date?” you smiled nervously up at him, he’s never seen such beauty in his entire life, not even the drawing his little brother made for him when they were little was this pretty. “I would like that very much…”

Being the first born of four brothers had its benefits as much as it has its flaws, but tonight he was sure of one thing, he was glad of getting in his little brothers nerves enough to get him to dump him with the cutest girl his eyes had ever lay on.

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Masterlist

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu fanfic #jujutsu x reader #fluff #angst #slow burn #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso #choso kamo #kamo choso #choso fluff #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso x female reader #my baby

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

24 / capture / 1478 words / NSFW / explicit sexual content

“I don’t think you’re fast enough, James,” Regulus taunted, holding the fluttering snitch high in the air. “Chasers are slow.” He had a wide grin on his face and the wind was mussing his dark hair around his face, and James could have stared at him forever in this light.

James licked his lips, forcing his eyes steady on Regulus’, knowing exactly what Regulus was doing — what he wanted from James.

“Reggie,” James said, using the nickname intentionally. “I’m going to capture that snitch first, and once I do I’m gonna shut you up with it and make you come all over this broom, do you hear me?”

James heard Regulus’ sharp intake of breath even with the stretch of sky between them, and he was tempted to just wrench the snitch out of his hand right then and there and make good on his promise.

“Yes, sir.”

James ignored the twitch in his cock at the name, and demanded Regulus release the snitch now.

The second it was let loose, James and Regulus both took off in earnest, flying as hard and as fast as they could, zipping back and forth trying to follow the path of the snitch.

Regulus was even more of a dream to watch fly — his twists and turns were so well executed and flawless, a part of James wanted to simply sit back and watch, even more than when Regulus was sitting still, beautiful and ethereal.

“I told you you couldn’t keep up!” Regulus said, turning his head back to James, the teasing grin still bright on his face.

“You’re being a brat, Reggie,” James replied. “Don’t forget my promise to quiet that mouth.”

Regulus’ eyes flashed with something carnal and hungry before he turned back around and took off in search of the snitch once more.

James dove, scouring a lower elevation for the glint that would tell him he was close to victory, but to no avail. Suddenly, James saw Regulus dive down, gunning for the victory himself, but James knew instinctively that it was a feint.

“Trying to trick me?” James tutted over the wind, all at once spotting the telltale gleam in the sky. Regulus was just sweeping back up from the ground, so James had a significant advantage. He leaned close to the broom handle and shot up into the sky, outstretching his arm as soon as he got within reach.

“James!” Regulus called from several yards behind him. He knew James would catch it and he was trying to distract him, but nothing could steal James’ attention from catching the snitch — not when Regulus’ was the exact prize of catching it.

James wasn’t as lithe and quick in the air as Regulus, but he was a fast flier in his own regard and he knew how to catch a ball in the air. He stretched his palm out, closing his fingers around the golden ball the second he felt contact.

Regulus immediately turned tail, flying past James and weaving through the air, a mischievous look replacing the teasing one.

“You’re only going to tire yourself out, baby, and it’ll be even easier to take you on this broom!”

Regulus continued to fly, but James noticed the shift in him, the incremental slowing of his pace, and knew he was only itching for James to chase him, to snatch him up and punish him.

It took only seconds for James to reach him, to yank on the spindly ends of the broom and slow him to a stop — to a hover.

“You like being bad today, do you?” James asked, grip firmly around the broom handle now.

“No, sir,” Regulus replied, suddenly perfectly compliant. His eyes were bright, carefree and pleased with himself, and James had to bite his lip to stop the fond smile from creeping onto his face.

“Climb onto my broom,” James commanded, “facing me.”

Regulus did, throwing one leg over James’ broom before kicking his own away, leaving him inches from James face and his own broom hovering, empty.

James felt Regulus’ soft puffs of breath against his face, relishing in them for a split second before returning to his role — to the way he felt the blood rush straight to his cock when he caught the snitch, knowing what he would get from this man because of it.

“Now put this in your mouth so I don’t have to listen to any more of your taunting or your lying, Reggie.”

Regulus whimpered, James giving him no room for argument as he shoved the snitch into Regulus’ mouth, watching as the shimmering wings curved along each side of his face, stiffening and securing themselves to be sure Regulus didn’t choke on it.

“That’s a good boy,” James encouraged. “Now pull your cock out for me. I want to see how hard you are after working so hard to piss me off. I know you like making me mad.”

Regulus obliged, undoing his quidditch leathers and pulling his cock free, hard and leaking at the tip already. He moaned softly around the snitch at his own touch.

“You like being bad, don’t you?” James asked, and Regulus immediately shook his head.

“I told you,” James tutted. “I didn’t want any more lying from you.” He pressed his index finger into the snitch, pushing it further into Regulus’ mouth, watching him swallow hard around the pressure against his tongue.

“Now undo my pants.”

Regulus obliged, baring James to the cold wind as his cock sprung free from his pants.

Regulus whimpered again, soft and reverent and fuck if James didn’t love that sound — would eat it up if not for the fact that it was submitting to James that made Regulus so meek, that made him whimper like that in the first place.

“Go on,” James encouraged, dipping his head down to gesture at their cocks, the two of them just narrowly not brushing together. James grabbed ahold of Regulus’ hips, squeezing them tight as he slid him along the broom, closing the small gap between them.

The second the tips of their cocks touched, James sucked in a breath, the warmth of Regulus’ body such a stark contrast to the air around them. Regulus pressed their lengths together fully before wrapping a hand around them both and stroking slowly, teasingly, the broom steady beneath them.

“I also told you no taunting, Reggie,” James said sternly, pressing his fingertips further into Regulus’ hips, leaving little crescent moons along his skin where his nails were digging in. “Now make yourself come before I decide you need to be punished more instead.”

Regulus picked up his speed and James had to force the moans down, had to keep himself from letting go too soon. He loved having Regulus right under his thumb like this, and he would be damned if he lost the upper hand by coming first.

“You’re such a good boy when you can’t talk,” James purred, and Regulus gave a little hum of agreement, leaning forward to press his face into James’ neck. He continued to stroke them both at a steady pace and James felt a small shudder ripple through Regulus, a signal to James that he was getting close.

“Look at me, Reggie, I want to see that pretty face when you make yourself come for me.” Regulus looked up and into James’ eyes, so much lust clouding his gaze. He could barely keep his eyes open. “That’s a good boy.”

The praise itself was just enough to push Regulus over the edge, deep moans pushing up from the back of his throat, stifled by the snitch as he came over his hand, all over James’ broomstick.

James reached up and flicked the wings of the snitch, popping the ball out of his mouth and shoving it into his pocket, relishing in the panting breaths Regulus was letting out, the soft Daddy he let slip past his lips.

Just as fast as Regulus fell over the edge, James went flying too, his come spilling over and mixing with Regulus’. Regulus released their spent cocks and leaned forward, pressing his forehead into James’ as their breathing slowed and steadied.

“I can’t believe we didn’t fall off this thing,” Regulus laughed, the sound penetrating into James, right into his parted lips and through his entire body. He pressed a kiss to Regulus’ mouth before pulling away and inspecting his face.

“Are you okay? Did those wings hurt your face?” James asked softly, running a finger along one of Regulus’ cheeks first, and then the other.

“No James, I’m so good,” Regulus replied.

James nodded. “You are — so good.”

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Regulus asked.

James agreed and flew them to the ground, accio-ing Regulus’ broom on the way.

#misuse of a golden snitch #quidditch sex #jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #marauders era #starchaser #marauders fanfiction #soft jegulus #jegulus smut

[igotanidea]

Taken: Dick Grayson x f!reader x Jason Todd (part 2)

part 1

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No.

No. no. no. no.

This was not happening.

This must have been some kind of crazy dream and he was about to wake up from in a second and everything was going to be fine.

Yes.

Absolutely.

He was about to open his eyes in his own bed with Y/N by his side, sleeping softly on her belly with messy hair and slightly parted lips, looking all cute and innocent.  And she would be all warm, soft, happy, protected and 100% safe in his embrace.

And he would hug her close to his chest making sure it will stay like this forever, kiss her and never let her go, regardless of her best effort to wriggle out of his embrace and start the day.  She was always the responsible one…..

And she would smile at him with her pretty smile and look at him with her beautiful eyes giving him the loving gaze and…

“Dick?”

He raised his head abruptly, being thrown out of his reverie and forced to crash with reality. And the realization that this was all true and not a nightmare brought a few tears to his eyes.

It all came back.

Y/n.

His poor girl, his love, his light, his heart.

Neglected by him.

Broken and abandoned.

And the car accident that he heard happening through the phone.

And there was nothing  he could have possibly done about it, forced to listen to the crashes and that deadly silence on the other side, desperately calling her name, hoping for a word of answer or even a single breath of a prove she was ok.

Honestly at this point Dick wasn’t sure which of those circumstances were worst.

He was currently sitting on the chair in the hospital, outside of the OR, Y/N was currently operated in. And everything was too much. The bright light, the whiteness of the walls, the sounds and that overwhelming feeling that all of it was in fact his fault.

“No…” he whispered with pale, numb limbs.

Honestly, it was a miracle he was able to sit at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s been here for what seemed like hours now, he would probably be pacing nervously back and forth.  

Right now he only felt like screaming at the world about the unfairness of everything.

“Dick….”

“What?!” he snapped standing up abruptly, running hands through his hair in the mix of panic, guilt and the sudden urge to punch something.

“Please calm down……”

He looks at Jason with fury in his eyes. How dare he? How dare he ask him to be calm when his girlfriend was fighting for her life in the operation room. How dare he be so calm sitting on the hospital chair?! How dare he after everything that happened?

Yeah, he knew.

Dick was always a good detective and the moment Jason fell to his knees after hearing Y/N’s car crash and started weeping Grayson connected the dots pretty quickly. At that moment it all made sense. Jason held much more than friendly feelings for Y/N. Much more.

 And that brought a hurricane of emotions.

How? When? Why?

And most importantly – did she feel the same for Jason? Was she going to leave him?

“CALM DOWN?!” Dick yelled taking a few steps towards his brother, standing inches from him and eyeing him with a murderous gaze, but not doing anything. “DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?!”

 “you might want to step back…..” Jason hissed warningly

“Or what?” Dick narrowed his eyes

“Or you’ll be grateful you’re in a hospital.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m just saying…..” Jason smirked vindictively, almost baring his teeth.

“Well I think it would be better  if you just shut up after everything you did to her.”

“I did to her? You were the one to brush her off! She needs love! She deserves love!”

“Oh so now you love her?!”

“I do!”

“Well too bad, cause she’s mine!”

“Not for long though…..”

The chances of them beating the shit out of each other on the hospital corridor were skyrocketing by a second and who knew what might have happened if it wasn’t for the clueless doctor coming out of the operation room.

It took the MD a second to figure out what was happening and his gaze turned from confused to stern immediately. He’s had enough experience with crazy, strange, straight-out-of-shitty-romance -novels incidents happening in his hospital and was not in the mood to deal with another one.

“Sit.” He hissed and it was hilarious how two grown up men complied with his order without a single word.

“Is she……?” Dick started, watching the doctor with wide eyes, begging for as little as a scrap of information.

“Can I…..?” Jason muttered at the same moment and when they spoke in unison their murderous gazes met again.

 “Are you family?” the doctor asked and boys’ faces fell instantly.

“I’m her boyfriend ……” Dick stuttered and that word made Jason clench both his jaw and his fists.

 “Not a family.” Doctor replied sternly

“But…..”

“No.”

“please?” Dick knew well enough he was making a fool out of himself in front of his younger brother (who apparently also happened to be his opponent for Y/N’s heart), but he couldn’t care less. He hadto know if she was alright. He just had to. And if it required stooping to begging he was going to do it. Anything for her.

“She’ll live…..” the doctor rolled his eyes in a bit of annoyance.

“Can you…..?” Dick tried to ask something more, but he didn’t even get to finish the sentence when Jason jumped to his feet, towering over the doctor backing him against the wall, grabbing the front of his lab coat.

“TALK!” Jason yelled. Just like Dick he was desperate to know anything about Y/N’s current state but unlike his brother he was not going to ask nicely. Yelling, punching and threatening was way more his modus operandi.

“Jason!”

“Fuck off Grayson! I care about her!”

“Are you suggesting that I don’t!?”

“You’re just going to take this doctor’s shit?!”

“Both of you calm down now.”

The calm deep voice coming from behind made everyone turn their heads towards the direction of the door.

“Mr. Wayne!”

“Bruce?!”

“Let the gentleman go, Jason.”

“I’m not taking orders from you.” Jason scoffed not letting go.

“From what I can tell I’m the only one entitled to Y/N’s medical information so I suppose you do take orders from me.”

“You’re fucking bluffing” Jason’s eyes narrowed, the vein on his forehead pulsing as he weighted the options. Not knowing about Y/N or surrendering to Bruce.

“Try me.” Bruce retorted, his face resembling an expressionless stone.

“Fuck!” Todd cried out, dropping the doctor to the ground, not caring about delicacy.

Bruce smirked.

“Now. Shall we doctor?”

And acting like he owned the place (which was not that far from the truth) Wayne started walking towards the office.

“Bruce…..” Dick whispers desperately, with a broken voice and equally broken expression.

“Don’t worry Dick. Everything’s going to be fine.” Bruce patted his shoulder reassuringly.

***

It took Bruce ten minutes to gather all the necessary information and enable Dick to get inside Y/N’s hospital room.

Obviously Jason was about to fight tooth and nail to get the same privilege as his brother but no one cared.

Why was he always the bad one…..?

He loved her too…… He deserved to be able to see her…..

Anything…… just to hear her breathing and see she was alive…  anything to be close to her……

Instead he heard hard no.

Which was heartbreaking.

Soul shattering.

Simply unfair and punishing.

Making him feel like an outcast. Again. Over and over and over again.

Like he was just a piece of shit.

Of course he could have fought, but what was the point? It would end up with him being injected with a sedative and kicked out.

And just a thought of being tortured…again…… made him retreat into himself.

But it hurt like hell.

Only because he fell in love.

And he felt like crying at the simple thought it was Dick sitting beside her bed, holding her hand, brushing her hair and kissing her forehead.

Would she even want that?

He could remember how soft and sweet she was when he was the one kissing her. The way she touched him, hugged him….. how she melted into him… Not Dick… him.

Her lips, hands, skin, curves, her body and her taste.

So perfect…..

And then she run….

And he was hurt…. scared for her, for himself, for them….

Was there ever them…..?

Jason was conflicted, shuddering and not knowing if he ever stood any chance to be with her.

Could it be possible that she wanted him the same way he wanted her……?

Please…..

Please…..

Please….

***

Meanwhile Dick was indeed sitting next to Y/N’s bed, rubbing her soft, pale, limb hand whispering soft words that made no sense but helped him keep himself together.

He almost expected Y/N to look pale, small and fragile in the hospital bed, surrounded by all that medical equipment and encompassing white. He didn’t have much experience with hospital, since all his life he’s been home-patched, but all the stories he heard always portrayed the casualty of the accident in such way.

But not Y/N.

She was as beautiful as always and even all the bandages and tubes and fuzzy colours of the surroundings could never change it. She was strong… she was a fighter…. She survived and now she was just resting after all that.  

His pretty, brave girl.

His Y/N, who was going to open her shining e/c eyes soon and see him as the first person.

“I’m here baby….” he whispered, putting  a strand of hair behind her ear “Not going anywhere. Ever. Please come back to me…. I need you…. I love you, baby…”

He brushed her cheek softly. He probably shouldn’t have, but at this point all his reason and logical thinking was out the window replaced by the sheer need to feel her soft skin.  Honestly he didn’t care about any rules as long as it didn’t mean he was putting her life or health in danger.

They say people in coma can hear when you talk to them, when you call upon them, touch them.

Well, she was not in come, but regardless he wanted.. no, he needed her to feel he was here. She was safe now, he was going to make sure of it.

“I’m so sorry my love….” Dick whispered, rubbing her hand gently. She was so warm and soft and it brought him hope. He was given a second chance to care for her. To keep her safe and protected and he was not going to waste it. “I’m so sorry for everything… I promise I’ll be better. Just please… open your eyes…..”

Sure, life doesn’t work magically and he wasn’t really expecting his words to bring the effect, but miraculously Y/N stirred in the bed and he could feel her fingers squeezing his hand.

“Y/N? Baby? It’s me… It’s Dick…. Honey, can you hear you hear me?” he asked, putting enormous amount of energy to keep his voice calm and not scare her or to take her in his arms and hold to his chest.

That would be unwise, she still had to recover and get back to health

“Dick……?” she asks faintly, opening her eyes slowly.

Oh, screw that.

Without any thinking he wrapped his arms around the girl, rubbing her back, kissing the top of his head, letting the tears fall down, rocking back and forth with her bruised body so close to his.

“Y/N…..” he muttered repeatedly as if that word were the sweetest one in the whole wide world. “Y/N… Y/N…. Y/N…..”

“Hey…..” she smiled softly, getting lost in his embrace.

“I thought I Iost you, baby…..” he held her a bit tighter making her grunt a little. “sorry my love.” He pulled back slightly looking straight into those beautiful eyes, showing a bit of tiredness and weariness. What he saw, however, was the shining orbs, the view he would be happy to watch solely for the rest of his life is she only let him. “Y/N….” he pressed his forehead onto his, cupping her cheek and chuckling a bit nervously a bit hysterically. “You’re all good, baby…..” he couldn’t help his wandering hands that seemed to cup her cheeks almost out of their own volition.

“Dickie….”

He almost whimpered at the word. She was the only one to use the diminutive form of his nickname and the only one allowed to do so. And he could have never heard that coming out of her sweet mouth.

“I love you….” he blurted. “I love you… Oh, I love you…..”

“I love you too, Dickie boy….”  

“Do you remember what happened?” he kissed her forehead “How do you feel? Is there anything I can get you?” Dick’s natural chattiness branched off into the series of question that she didn’t even have the chance to answer because of the speed.

Dick Grayson was babbling.

Because she came back to him. And only then he realised how stressed he was.

“Dickie…. I….”

“Shh…” he kissed her temple, holding her to his chest again “don’t worry about anything my love. We’ll get you discharged from this hospital immediately. I’ll take care of you. I swear. Not letting you out of my sight. I love you so much……”

“Oh, Dick….” She cooed touching his cheek and wiping those traitorous tears. “I;m so sorry….”

“Sorry?” he frowned a bit confused “for what? Listen to me, baby…” he softly put a hand under her chin making her look up at him. “None of this was your fault. You hear me? Nothing.”

“But … but Dick…. Dick I…… I did something….”

“I know.” Dick simply said, putting a finger on her lips and brushing her hair. “I know, you don’t have to say a thing….”

“No….no you don’t know…. I…. I kissed Jason and….”

“I know.”

“You…. Do?” she looked at him with shock written on her face.

“Yeah, baby, I do…..” he smiled “I’m not mad, I swear….”

“Is he here now?”

“He’s sitting outside.”

Outside.

Jason was sitting outside.

That thought made her heart drop a little.

Partially because he was here at all serving as a reminder of her mistake.

But the bigger part of her heart dropped because she wasn’t even sure if that was a mistake anymore. Maybe it was what she truly wanted.

Poor Y/N was so confused remembering everything that happened before her accident.

Jason’s lips on hers.

His calloused hands moving across her body.

His scars under her fingertips.

“Dick…..” she stutters

“Yes babygirl?”

“Please hold me……”

“Of course, anything for you….” He smiled moving to sit on her hospital bed, hugging her.

In any other circumstances it would be a sweet, loving scene.

But right there, right then… they were both terrified.

Unsure of what was coming for them.

Unsure of their own feelings.

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