#thank you to every single reader

[zombiekillerbiceps]

Closing In

Leon follows reader home...

Note: thank you to anon for suggesting this premise, ohhhh I did not realize how much I would like writing this - and thank you everyone for your patience!

Content: 3.9 k words, 18+, cnc with enthusiastic consent, stalking roleplay, slasher roleplay, home invasion roleplay, denial, rough sex, taunting, humiliation, crying, overstim, sadism/masochism, Slasher!Leon, obsessed Leon, LeonxReader, fem reader, no y/n. 

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"I dunno, I just think it's kind of romantic," you say. Your hands fiddle nervously with the tassels on your throw pillow.

"He was a stalker, babe." Leon's voice hides just a hint of amusement. "He cut women up."

"Okay, but besides that-"

"Besides the... The serial killing."

"Yes! Besides the serial killing."

Leon stared at you, an eyebrow arched in judgement. You tried to stay straight faced - by God, you tried - but he had a way of half-smirking his way past your mask with his annoying, pretty face.

"Look, I'm just saying," you roll your eyes, not even sure why you keep talking, "something about... Obsessing over someone like that is kiiind of romantic. What's the point of love if it doesn't make you a little crazy? Y'know? Anne Rice would agree with me."

"Anne Rice was horny for a Confederate twink," he points out.

You gawk for a moment. But like, he's kind of right. So instead of saying anything clever, you throw the pillow at him. He deflects it with his forearm, but that gives you the opening to jump on him. You're wrestling in no time, breathless and sweaty and... Moving against each other...

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You're out for lunch with your friend, Jessie, at some too-fancy Parisian style café. You sip a caramel iced latte and share a plate of rose coloured macarons. She complains about her studies, you complain about work, and you both come to the resounding agreement that deadlines suck. She complains about her last date, some butch that was more well-read than her that accidentally made her feel stupid. You don't have the heart to tell her that they sounded cool as hell. You tip-toe around telling her about Leon. It's not that you weren't proud of him, it was just... With the nature of his job, what were you going to say? Yeah, I'm seeing this guy who has a gun case built into the dresser and is super paranoid about people visiting his place and won't tell me what he does but he's like, totally a sweet guy and not some psycho? Yeah. Okay.

You stretch, appreciating the summer sun on your limbs and the peaceful breeze around your skirt. Your phone rings. Jessie snatches it up before you have a chance to, and then gives you the most scandalous, shit-eating grin you've ever seen.

"No. Don't you dare-!"

"Hiiiii lover boy," she coos over the phone.

Oh fuck, kill me.

"Jessie, give me the phone!" You reach across the table, the ceramic plate between you clattering loudly against the glass table. You freeze, feeling eyes on you. Jessie opens her mouth in mock embarrassment.

"So you're the secret boyfriend that my best friend keeps hiding from me?"

"Jessie, come on."

She listens for a moment, then laughs. You get up from your chair and walk over to her while she tries to twist away from your grasp.

"mhm, mhm - oh, sorry, I think someone wants to talk to y-"

You finally snatch it from her grasp. You give her a stare with the intensity of someone who can kill by staring. You try to keep your voice as flat as possible.

"Hey, sorry about that. What's up?"

"Is that Jessie?" He asks. He's got that... Quirk in his voice. The one that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You can feel Jessie watching you and try to keep it cool.

"Yeah, sorry, she's like, literally five years old sometimes."

"She seems fun."

"Babe, I'm kinda busy, did you have a reason for-"

"That's a pretty dress you're wearing."

You freeze halfway to sitting back down in your chair. Jessie tilts her head, giving you that concerned-puppy-dog face she did when she knew something was up.

You clear your throat and find it suddenly dry. You sit back down but you're a little clumsy, your skirt getting caught on the arm rests. You snatch it back, and then trying to regain your cool, you take a sip from your iced latte. You hear him chuckle on the other end. Did it get cold all of a sudden?

"What, uh, what do you mean by that?"

You can practically hear him grin into the receiver.

"I mean," he says, drawing out every syllable. "I can see you. And you look pretty today. That skirt will roll up pretty easy-"

You hang up on him. Mostly in panic. There was no way you were going to do that in public! Your eyes scan the area around you. Pretty cafe patio, pretty park across the street, some people going about their daily business. You can't see him anywhere. He must be fucking with you. He must have known you were going to wear a dress, it's so hot out, and where would he even be hiding?

A cold hand touches yours and you almost jump out of your skin. Jessie's taking your hand in hers, and when you meet her gaze, she looks like she's about to cry.

"I'm so sorry if I caused any issues between you, I totally shouldn't have answered it. I didn't think he'd like, get angry with you," she starts to wetly babble, swaying between guilty and protective. You love her very much, but you don't know what to say.

Oh, it's just this weird sex game we play, I promise this brooding dude who you've never met and only spoken to once is definitely a good guy and not like emotionally abusive.

"Hey, hey, Jessie. Don't worry about it. It wasn't about that he's got this... Thing. Unrelated. But uh, look, I have to go."

She frowns, almost curving her pink lip-glossed mouth into a pout.

"If he so much as leaves a scratch on you, I will kill him."

Your thoughts flit to the bite marks and bruises that are just covered by your dress. If only she knew.

You kiss her cheek, snatch up one final macaron, and take your leave. You try to control your pace, look cool, act natural. Your eyes scan the buildings and alleyways around you. You seriously can't find him.

Your phone rings.

You stare at it for a moment. Your hands are shaking a little when you answer it.

"It's sweet how much she cares about you," he says. An idea dawns on you. You nod and give an mhm sound, listening around you for anything noticeable. A church bell rings just ahead of you and you hear it echo over the phone.

"You're close," you say. You try to sound threatening. He just laughs at you.

"Obviously. How else would I know you're wearing that citrus perfume I love?"

"I wear that everyday." Your voice shakes as you speak, and you can't help but whip your head around. You half expect to see him there, but it's just some guy who gives you a dirty look.

"No, you don't. You only wear it when you're going to see friends. You usually wear the vanilla one. You like that it's so subtle."

You're a little impressed he noticed that. It was kind of sweet, really, if he wasn't totally freaking you out. How did he possibly get close enough to smell your perfume without you noticing?  You start walking again. You want to catch the train home. Maybe you can trap him there.

You use the shop windows as you pass to get a better look, pretending to window shop.

"Do you think I'd look good in that," you ask, with no idea what you're referring to. You're looking past whatever is behind the glass to observe the reflection. A spot of blonde hair, maybe... He got a totally different hair cut? No. Not him.

"Using the reflection. Clever."

He hangs up.

You spin around again, desperately searching the crowd. He was a beefy guy and he moved like a panther, there's no way he was just casually blending in. But, you can't find him.

You wrap your arms around your core. Knowing you're being watched makes you want to shrink into yourself. Yet you can't ignore the excitement you feel. It was kind of romantic, really. Kind of dangerous.

You liked Leon best when he was dangerous.

You set off again, somehow walking a knife's edge between nervous and confident. Both prey and prize. You keep looking over your shoulder as you pass into the crowded underground of the subway station. It's right around rush hour and it's so packed you can hardly move. Other people are breathing your oxygen and you're just recycling theirs. It's tight, and hot, and moving at the exact speed that makes you feel like no one is really getting anywhere. You pull your purse tight to your body and try to shove past people, only to be confronted with more people.

Your phone rings. You hang up. And then, in a stroke of brilliance, you call back.

His ringtone echoes out in the tiled halls. You try desperately to find it, but it only rings out twice, then it's lost in the sea of people.

"Clever," his voice is deep on the other end. "I'm almost impressed."

"Yeah. Why don't you stop hiding?"

"Oh, I know you're eager, but I didn't think you'd want me to cut you up in this crowd."

He's impatient. You can tell by the sharpness of his voice that he's more frustrated than he admits. The threat sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but picture yourself bent over on the filthy tile floor, knife to your throat, fucked within an inch of your life as people step past. The ebb and flow of the crowd pushes you towards the oncoming subway.

"What exactly is your plan?" He asks. You can hear the screeching brakes over the phone. "I know you take the 76 Southbound until Queen Street. I know you get off and walk two blocks to George Street. I know you live in a turn of the century brownstone with a heritage plaque and bathroom sink that takes forever to drain."

You step onto the 76 Southbound near the front. You press your back to the wall and watch as people get on.

"Yeah, well," you say victoriously, "I know you have to go the same way."

And then you see him. He walks directly into your trap, and realizes it too late. His blue eyes widen in realization. The door slams shut behind him.

You hang up.

Some people pile up in front of you, giving you cover from him. You watch him from behind shoulders and under arms. Open, navy bomber jacket and a grey t-shirt with black jeans doesn't exactly scream slasher killer. But, something about how casual he looks keeps your attention. He blends in, he's unsuspecting. And, to your surprise, he's grinning like a fox.

He's broad, and when he moves through the crowd, people make room for him. He scans every seat and every face with purpose. Inching his way towards the back. You realize you have nowhere to go. You start to panic. Maybe you get off a stop early? And then what, he beats you to your house and waits for you?

No, you have to get home before he does. Lock the doors before he can get in. You push closer to the door so you can be the first one off. You turn to track his progress and directly meet his gaze.

Fuck.

His expression drops, his eyes glaring at you from under his brow. You're almost hypnotized by them, frozen in place while he cuts through the crowd.

You're pinned down with nowhere to go. But, surely, nothing will happen in public, right?

He pushes past a few more people and then he's on you. He towers above you, his broad shoulders cutting out other's view of you. You notice how his t-shirt clings to his body. How well fitting his jeans are. You also notice the angry squint in his eyes from under his brow.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" He brings a hand down to touch your hip, holding it in his grasp. You quiver against him as he leans down, close enough to whisper in your ear. "Don't you know I’ll always find you?"

You turn your head away from him defiantly. Your eyes scan the train, but passengers nearby don't seem to notice. They all have that vacant long-day- commute stare.

"No one's going to help you, sweetheart." He closes in, one arm rests on the wall beside you, his body angled to ensure prying eyes can't see. His free hand slides up your body. It caresses the curves of your hips, the softness of your tummy, the round of your breast.

You flush. Your hands come up to his chest as if that will stop him from pawing at your tits.

"Leon, seriously? Here?" You whisper it, completely embarrassed.

"I can take you whenever I want." He uses that commanding voice you've only heard a handful of times before. "You're mine."

To prove his point, his hand dips between your thighs, and he presses his fingers against your pussy over the fabric of your skirt. It's so sudden and strong, your hand goes to his wrist on instinct. He doesn't stop, rubbing hard enough to make your legs shake.

"Could probably take you right here," he mutters, his breath hot on your ear. You feel yourself get wet at the thought.

"Queen Street." The robotic, automated subway voice chimes out from overhead.

The door opens. You lose your balance, but manage to recover quickly. You move fast, hoping to put as much distance between yourself and Leon as you can. You take the stairs two at a time until you breach the surface, taking in the fresh air like it would save you. But the summer heat brokers no peace, and you know Leon isn't far behind.

You don't look behind you for fear of slowing down. You take one block normally, then decide to cut through an alley way to save time. Every minute was another he could be gaining on you.

As you take a few paces into the alley, your hair starts to stand on end. It's somehow darker here, the smell of mildew and gasoline making your stomach turn. Your cell phone rings. You answer.

"Stop calling!" You snap, betraying more fear than you mean to.

"An alleyway? You're smarter than this." Leon is unphased by your outburst.

You give in, turning your head to look behind you. He stands at the other end, the sun behind him obscuring his features.

Then he moves. With long, easy strides, he makes ground quickly. His hands are stuffed in his pockets and he whistles a slow, off-beat tune. 

You turn and run. Your hand meets the corner at the end of the alley and you use it to redirect your momentum. Full tilt sprinting in a sundress down a public street in the middle of the day probably makes you look crazy. Leon made you look crazy.

You get to your brownstone on George Street. You take the few steps up to the front door. You throw your phone in your purse as you frantically rip through it for your keys.

Fuck, come on, where are they? Lipstick, tampon, water bottle, wallet FUCK! There. You snatch them up like they'll save your life. Your hands shake as you put them in the lock. It turns, and you take one last look to see Leon - oh shit!

He's at the base of the stairs! He takes them by two. You manage to get the door open wide enough to barely squeeze through. His hand slaps against the door but you throw your full weight against it. It slams in his face. He turns the knob. You struggle to hold it against him as you turn the dead bolt. Then the chain. He slams a fist against the door and you slowly back away from it.

A chilling thought dawns on you.

Back door.

You run to the other side of the house, tripping over shoes and a discarded purse as you do, cursing as they steal precious seconds from you. You turn the corner and run directly into the door. Your body stings from the impact. You shakily turn the lock.

Silence. For a few, long minutes, there's just silence. You wonder, disappointed, if he gave up, but take the time to catch your breath.

Your cell phone rings. Sweat rolls down your back as you answer it.

"I got you, motherfucker."

"Did you?" He asks. His voice is cool. Calm. "How confident are you that you got to the back door before I did?"

"I would have heard you come in." You aren't so sure.

"Would you?"

Your apartment is small. You approach the bedroom, then quickly snap the door open. It lies still. Empty.

"You don't scare me," you lie.

"I really almost had you there, didn't I?" He's calling your bluff as you move into the kitchen, "What do you think I would have done if I'd caught up to you?"

The kitchen is still and quiet too. You don't have an answer for him, anxiety knotting in your stomach. You take the turn into the living room.

His arms wraps around your waist with enough strength to lift you off the ground. You scream. You kick at him, but he doesn't budge, dragging you into the living room.

You see a window open.

"Did you climb the fucking trellis?" You ask, shocked and amused at the sight. He tries not to laugh.

"Yeah."

"What are you, Romeo?"

"You said you wanted romance," and then, his voice drops again to that cold, serious tone that makes you feel like prey, "isn't this what you wanted?"

He lets you go and you take the opportunity to run. But his hand is entangled in your hair, the sharp pain making you cry out. Tears gather in your eyes and you whimper. You grab his forearm and try to pull away, but the self-inflicted pain makes you freeze. He rolls his eyes.

"You're just so fucking predictable."

He drags you across the living room floor. It hurts, bare knees roughly hitting the hard wood floor. He lifts you up with an arm around your stomach. Then, he's bending you over the couch.

You try to push back against it. You struggle against him. He pulls your head back by the hair and you nearly sob.

"Please, don't," you whimper. He rolls his eyes at you.

"Not our safe word, sweetheart."

His words make you feel so beautifully helpless. The tears finally fall down your cheeks and, at the same time, you become aware of how soaked your cotton underwear is. His hand comes up and slaps you sharply. You whimper. He does it again, this time harder. The stinging in the side of your face is enough to make your pussy clench around nothing.

He pins you to the side of the couch his hands on your hips. He rolls your skirt up, and makes a choked sound at the sight of you. He tears your underwear down harshly. 

"Please, don't," he mocks with a harsh slap on your ass. "Try and tell me you don't want this."

A finger slides along your slick, from hole to clit. He presses his finger against it just slightly but it's enough to make your hips buck. He gently rolls a finger around your clit a few times, already building that high in the pit of your stomach. He barely fucking touched you and you're already desperate to cum, breath ragged, legs shaking. Leon pulls away. You whimper in disappointment. Then his hand comes down hard against your ass cheek. Then again. Then again. Then again.

The pain is overwhelming. But god, you don't want him to stop. You want hand-shaped bruises on your ass, you want to remember this every time you sit down for the next week.

"You look so pretty for me when you cry" His hand still wet from your cunt comes up and rubs your tears away, leaving an obscene mix of your tears and your desperation for him on your cheeks. The tears keep falling anyways. Then, softly, "you do remember our safe word, right?"

You nod, but you don't say it. You want to go further. You want him to hurt you more. 

“Hey, answer me when I’m fucking talking to you,” he grabs you roughly by the jaw, wrenching your face to look at him. 

“Yes,” you nod, desperately. “I remember.” 

“Wasn’t so fucking hard,” he says. He slaps you again, hard enough to stun you into a stupid, teary-eyed grin.

You hear his pants unbutton, then unzip, then fall to the ground, but you're so overwhelmed you can't move. His hand still in your hair, still tugging enough to remind you of your place beneath him, he lines his hips up with yours.

Then he's pushing into you. One, smooth motion is all it takes, your cunt greedily pulling him in. A high pitched moan escapes his throat, followed by a groaned "so fucking wet."

He fucks you deep and slow. Torturously slow, enjoying every minute of pleasure that he gets. The head of his cock presses against your g-spot, building the high like one boils water. Slowly. Your abdomen pressed against the couch makes it easier for him. The hour of teasing and adrenaline and painful foreplay has you overstimulated. But it’s really the slow, deep fucking that drives electricity through your body. Push and pull, ebb and flow, your face and ass stinging as he works. You’re already bordering on the edge, but his pace doesn’t allow you to go over. You just hover there. And hover there. And hover there. For what feels like hours you’re kept right on the edge without ever going over, building the tension inside you until it fucking hurts, and then you’re crying again. You want him to slam his hips into you, to fuck you into the couch, to do something to make you cum, but he doesn’t.

“Leon, it hurts,” you whine. 

“It’s supposed to.” 

“Please,” you beg, desperation making your voice hoarse. “Please just make me cum, please.” 

“Relax.” 

“Leon-” 

“I said relax. Or I’ll stop right now. Do you want me to stop?” 

“No,” you shake your head, hair falling into your face. 

He takes his time to smooth it back, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. He wipes more tears from your cheeks. When he speaks, though, his voice is so hard and cold. 

“Greedy little whore.” 

With no warning, he’s fucking into you harder. Faster. It only takes a few thrusts before you’re cumming on his cock. Your body tenses so hard your muscles scream, shaking and moaning and gasping for air. Your cunt tightens so hard you hear Leon breathe a fuck, baby. It feels like it lasts forever, and when you finally come down, you’re entirely dazed. 

You’re... vaguely aware of his cum dripping out of you, hot and sticky. But for the most part you just feel like you’re floating. Leon slowly lowers you to the floor, grabbing a throw pillow and tucking it under your head. You close your eyes. 

You wake again when the room is an orange glow, a blanket thrown over you for comfort. Leon is lounging on the couch reading a book, and when you stir, you immediately have his attention. 

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily. 

“Hey. Thought I’d let you sleep, you looked like you needed it. Why don’t I run us a shower?” 

“Yeah,” you smile softly, dreamy fuzziness still clinging to you. “I’d like that.” 

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil fanfic #resident evil smut #Slasher!Leon #yes he doesn't actually use a knife but it's the energy. you know it is. #anyways it's finally here thank you for the kind messages #requested #<- forgot to tag lol #Aaaaas always! Reblogs help me find more readers and comments are really encouraging! I read every single comment and tag :)

[3rinbkk]

yoongi’s masterlist 🍊

SERIES

shoot your shot by @yoon2k

genre: smut, fluff.

love lockdown by @personasintro

genre: zombie apocalypse au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut. summary: it started with a supposed virus all around the world. it continues with people turning into monsters who want to eat everything that’s alive.

three tangerines by @kithtaehyung

genre: brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au; angst, smut.  summary: “when Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind”.  NOTE: THIS IS MY FAVORITE FIC EEEVEEEER,, just wanted to say thank for this beautiful masterpiece <3

cyberslut by @kimnjss

genre: social media au. smut, college au, secret identity, tutoring au, slight themes of infidelity. summary: he has no idea who you are... up front, you're sweet and innocent- but in reality you're the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

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your yoongi by @yoongiphoria

genre: fluff and smut. NOTE: i don’t know why i can’t tag you, but i genuinely hope you see this. thanks for your work &lt;3

don’t argue by @yoongiofmine

genre: fluff, smut, idol au, established relationship. summery: after almost six years together, yoongi asked you to move in with him. you’re done packing your whole apartment for the move, and he shows up to make sure your last night at your old place is special. 

so close by @namfinessed

genre: major angst, fluff, second chance romance summary: words are not enough for people who are so close and so in love, or a fit in which yoongi loses you but will do everything in his power to win you back.

yoongi chokes you as a xmas gift by @noteguk

genre: pwp, established relationship.

next door by @personasintro

genre: fluff (?), smut. summary: your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.

first love, last love by @kithtaehyung

genre: angst, smut; opposites to lovers, high school/university au. summary: after the most pivotal moment in your life, you never thought you would ever see him again. years later, you cross paths in the last place you ever imagined him to be. was this the universe giving you a second chance? or were yo destined to repeat the same mistakes you fought hard to forget?

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[stevebabey]

hey angel! ❤️🔥 what do u think of number 70 from the hundred different kisses prompts? maybe a lil friends to lovers or enemies to lovers scenario w sir stevie <3?

i think maybe genius <3 couldn't do enemies to lovers cos idk how enemies ever accidentally kiss lmao but friends to lovers is forever my jam!!! so here is maybe the most lovesick steve i have ever written - enjoy honey <3! 1k+

Steve’s not entirely sure why he does it.

Okay, that might be a bit of a lie. He knows why he does it — the idea of pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek has been the focus of several chin-in-hand fantasies for months. He’s tracked over a dozen scenarios of it in his mind, a hundred times over.

It’s the perfect non-committal move. One that his nerves could potentially handle to actually go through with. Because see, if it goes wrong, it can all be written off as platonic. He's kissed Robin on the cheek before. Friends can kiss each other on the cheek — especially if it’s as a thank-you, which he has definitely decided is the most natural way to do it, if he ever were to.  

And if goes right...

Well, that’s where Steve’s mind wanders toward most of the time, til he’s aching inside from how lovesick he is. How terribly unfair of the world to make his heart latch onto his closest friend. To make his charisma and flirt fail him when he really needs it; to put you in this elevated untouchable space where Steve feels like he’s not allowed to feel this way. Yet he does, yet it yearns between every rib, til he feels it in every breath.

So, sure he knows why he does it; but honest, he’s not expecting it from himself.

It’s certainly spur of the moment. That’s what Steve blames it on when he blinks, heart thundering in his chest, nerves turned to 11, and his face rivaling the sun in heat.

Because, fuck, when he’d leaned down to press a quick kiss to your cheek in a thank-you — you’d brought by him lunch at work just because you're sweet like that — you had turned. And a kiss aimed for your cheek, instead found your lips.

You blink at him, clearly surprised. Steve can’t blame you, considering he just, albeit accidentally, kissed you full on the lips. In the middle of the Family Video at 1pm on a Friday.

Steve had lent a lot of time to the thought of what it might be like to kiss you, to kiss you properly. And, shit, it was so far from what had just transpired, that shoddy quick kiss that was over as quick as it started.

You blink at him again, licking your lips and Steve can’t help but watch your mouth. His brain taunts him with the knowledge he's technically kissed it now. God, was it possible to have a heart attack this young?

His heart was racing, palms getting clammy and Steve briefly prayed for all those head injuries to strike him in the form of amnesia here and now. For being your best friend, he’s suddenly impossibly unsure of the emotions that shutter across your features.

You clench your fists at your sides, swallow thickly, your eyes shifting about his face... nervously?

His hope both manages to rise and plunge simultaneously and shit, this definitely feels like a heart attack. Pure mortification is clawing through his heart and it’s about to come out his throat in the form of some croaky apology when your hands fly up and settle on either side of his face.

Everything in Steve’s head falls quiet because all at once, your lips are on his and you’re kissing him.

Steve all but melts into your kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as your lips meld against his and you pour all fondness into it. All the mortification in his heart blends away to pure glitter and his heart pumps it, fast and strong, til every limb is buzzing with it.

You’re kissing him, he thinks, dopey and happy. You’re kissing him! he thinks again and the loud brazen thought reignites his frozen hands, which grasp the front of your shirt and tug you evermore closer.

Neither of you move back very far when the kiss breaks, intertwining breaths as you both hover close. Steve swallows, prays that when he opens his eyes he won’t just be back in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling, and pries them open. You’re already watching him, that same nervous expression back on your face.

“That...” You start, still a bit breathy. “That wasn’t just an accident, right?”

Steve chuckles but it comes out a bit strangled, his gaze skirting along every plane of your face. He tries not to quiver under the feeling of your hands on his skin, still cradling his jaw sweetly.

“I mean, technically the first one was,” He admits, leaning closer so his forehead can lean against yours. “But no. God, no, I’ve... I want you.”

It’s so forward, so lacking the suaveness he usually possesses in these moments but Steve doesn’t care if it’s completely raw with emotion. You kissed him and it’s like a perfect key to every feeling he’s been holding back from you.

“And I- I want you to want me.” Steve confesses, his grip on your shirt curling tighter. He manages to unfurls his fist and smooths it out to a tender hand, lets it drift to your face and rests his palm against your cheek. Your eyes are wide, eyes darting frantically as if you’re searching for a hint of insincerity. You aren’t going to find any.

“I didn’t think you—” Your voice cracks around the words, giving away the swell of your emotions. It makes you laugh a bit, quiet and nervous, and you avert your eyes for the next part instinctively. “I didn’t think you saw me that way.”

Steve has to take a moment to gather himself because it feels like a goddamn fracture has gone through his chest.

“Sweetheart,” Steve coos, the pet name slipping off his top as sweet as honey. It melts under your skin like butter in the sun, til you’re gooey inside and wobbly at the knees. You meet his eyes right as his thumb shifts and gingerly traces along your bottom lip. The blood beneath it tingles hot at the attention.

“Please, let me prove how wrong you are.” He utters, voice soft. His nose brushes against yours, the faintest of nuzzles. You think your heart might collapse and you’d let it, if it meant this — this Steve, entirely affectionate and fond in a way you couldn’t ever imagine — was something you got to keep.

You nod, the slightest motion against him. Steve delights, his hazel eyes brighter, his grin wild with elation.

True, it’s not quite what Steve had pictured all those times he imagined getting a chance to kiss you, not even close to one of those romantic locations he’d have preferred and god, he’s in the stupid work vest for Christ’s sake.

It's nothing like he pictured, no, but when he gets to kiss you again, passion so tangible it’s sweet on your lips, Steve decides it’s so entirely better.

join the celebration! (or don't. only if u want, idk im not a cop dude)

#i am on a roll with the sweetheart's #i think i may have gotten steve to say it in every single blurb #and u can thank kenny for that LMAO #she talked me round to it #alice i hope u think this is SCRUMPTIOUS #waz feeling in the poetry style tonite #when i start talking about ribs.... im thinking poetry stylez #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #ruby writes steve #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb! #this is the MOST mutual pining but both think it's unrequited ive maybe ever done

[keii]

Wished we could've seen Toji be a deadbeat, broke ass, gambling addicted, homeless man for a bit longer...

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji #toji fushiguro #thanks to my art friend for inspiring me to draw this man bc i never would've #he is the easiest character i have ever drawn like... i absolutely had no problem drawing him LMFAOO #surprise surprise given the type of characters i draw LOOL #every time i think of toji i'm reminded of two things... sushi getting suspended from twitter during christmas #and that one fanfic excerpt where he's fucking x reader and saying 'you ready to be a single mother?' LMFAOO #anyway i listened to simon says on repeat while sketching him LOOL her songs always help bring out the hoe in my drawings #art #fanart #killamonart #artists on tumblr

[gojoest]

if i tagged every jjk thought i had posted here with the x reader tag i'd probably be both more popular and more blocked (insert drake hotline bling reaction meme)

#— ai rambles #the point is #do not tag every single sentence you post on tumblr dot com into the x reader tag pls thank you

[paimonial-rage]

unintentional - gorou

[random writing event] | requested by @yaminohimeyume

Honestly, Gorou knew it was a petty thing to get jealous over. He wasn't proud of it, nor could he justify himself. But at the same time, how could he not feel if not a little betrayed whenever you fawned over her? Wasn't he the one that knew you longer? Wasn't it him that constantly encouraged and cheered you on when you needed it most? Wasn't he the one that was always at your side?

He knew you didn't mean it. It wasn't intentional. As far as you were concerned, your feelings for her had nothing to do with him. In your mind, they didn't clash. They coexisted in peace. So why couldn't they for him? 

Was it the way you entrusted her secrets you never told him? Or was it the way you'd approach her whenever you needed someone to talk to? Perhaps it was the way you only talked about her when you both were together. It was as if his place in your heart was slipping away every day that passed. 

And the worst part of it all? The person that was replacing him wasn't even real. The woman you loved and adored was nothing more than a made up character in a magazine. How pathetic was that? If it were anyone but him, he would've told them to communicate their feelings. That was the best route to go. But how often the hardest advice to take was his own? 

"... So what do you think I should do, Gorou?"

He did his best to ignore the way the sweetness of your voice grated at his ears. 

"Gorou...?"

He really didn't want to think about it at all. 

"Gorou, are you—"

"Why don't you ask Ms. Hina instead?"

The way your eyes widened in shock was a direct mirror to his own. As was the panic and abject guilt that came immediately after. He didn't know what to do. How could he fix this?

"S-Sorry, First, I didn't mean for it to come out like that—"

But you shook your head.

"No, you did. You meant it completely." 

Your voice wavered as if realization was dawning upon you at that very moment. Though he reached out so as to comfort you, his fingers stopped short from touching you. How horrifying that you were right. He wanted to hurt you. 

But before he could spiral too deep, you took his hands into yours. 

"I pushed you to this point, didn't I?" You asked softly, weakly. "I'm sorry. Tell me how I can fix it."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #my writing #gorou #gorou x reader #writing event #request #yaminohimeyume #thank you for the request!! #i keep getting this urge to write out my whole explanation of this fic but i'm doing my absolute best to stop myself #it'd really distract from the fic if i explain every single point and go into character analysis mode haha #so i will only point out two things #(1) gorou and reader have been friends for a long time and thus know each other very well #(2) gorou's reaction to him snapping is a direct mirror of reader's #it's up to you to figure out why that is

[gleefulpoppet]

To every single one of you who leaves comments on fanfics, especially ones that are a WIP, you are the heart of the fandom! You make a difference in an author's life every day! Your comments matter. Your key smashes or essays, a few simple words, or even single emojis are the life force of authors. We see you. Thank you! You are appreciated more than you could ever know! (If you're an author feel free to reblog and tell your readers how you feel! If you're a reader, you can reblog this knowing an author you love is giving you a virtual hug or high-five!) Let's keep our fandoms alive!

#ao3 #fanfic writers #writers #readers #commenting on ao3 #you are loved and adored in every fandom #thank you for your service #these stories build community #thank you to every single one of you who comments on my stories

[chvoswxtch]

I know it's been quite some time since I first posted please don't be mad only about 6 months girl but who's counting and I know a lot of you have been heavily requesting a sequel.

i've been working on this for quite awhile, taking y'all's feedback & ideas into consideration, & trying to create a follow up that y'all really wanted & would be happy with. i've re-written it about seven times, gone over it about a thousand, and tweaked it until I honestly couldn't stand to look at it anymore. that being said, I am pretty excited to say that it is finally coming.

I will give you a lil snippet (just a baby one, I don't wanna give it all away) for being so patient.

All of his words still echoed in the back of your mind, but so did his actions. The promise of marriage was eclipsed by the cherry lip stain on his collar. The prospect of a family was diluted by the scent of an expensive perfume that didn’t belong to you. The vow of faith and love was broken by yet another lie.

see you next week. ;)

#for those of you that have been waiting all this time for me to get my shit together #thank you for your patience #thank you for being so invested and even wanting a sequel #every single one of you continue to blow me away #i love you all so much <3 #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock smut

[brisquad-unit-4402]

san ni ichi let’s rock

thank you all for 321 followers, and the support you’ve shown me as a writer

#sani number!!! #i feel like i don’t deserve this bc i’m so behind on posting and requests but! #i’m hoping each of my followers at least enjoyed something i did and i’m clinging to that. thanks for enjoying me. i enjoy your company too #i don’t mean to be corny especially at this hour but amazing things have happened to me because of this silly little x reader blog #and i have so much love for every single reply like view on any of my posts. reblogs have all of my love you knooooow #i’m very grateful that this blog rejuvenated my love for writing connected me to so many beautiful friends regained my confidence as- #-a writer and then some i never knew i had #even if i’m insecure and slow and shaky there’s only one way to go from here!! #unit 4402 reporting

[blindmagdalena]

bro all that’s on my mind is homelander x aunt reader, im talking best aunt in the world, mom of the kid is an ass and won’t let the kid go anywhere and aunt is like “oh that’s funny, remember that one time when..”, and aunt takes the kid to see his fave superhero (homelander),

(also i can’t put into words how much i love your writing, i read all of your stuff, your AMAZINGGG, i might be spamming you a bit with ideas im so sorry😭😭)

wanted to add onto the aunt request with her yelling at the dude that threw the water bottle at ryan, like screaming at him and shi

oh YES. i really love writing more authoritative perspectives, someone who knows how to have fun but also doesn't take any shit, no matter who it's from. i love the idea of Homelander being whipped into shape by this kind of reader, and also Ryan having someone in his life who's not trying to be his mom, but DOES care about him, who wants him to have the chance at some normal childhood shit, especially with everything that he's dealt with so far.

also, the mental image of that dude who chucked the water bottle getting absolutely verbally (and maybe physically) pummeled before Homelander even has his lasers charged up is very funny to me. i feel like that personality type would appeal hugely to his preference towards women who're both dominant AND lowkey nurturing

i love how apparent it is that we're all just frothing at the mouth to be the one protecting our murderman and his traumatized child from the world.

#thank you SO MUCH for the kind message!!! #i'm sorry i've been so behind on asks #but i appreciate every single one of them very much #i've been crawling slowly out of this burnout/depression pit and i have missed interacting with y'all #homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #homelander headcanons

[toasteaa]

HELLO??? i just read this genshin headcanon you wrote of the boiiiiz playing with our CURLS AND AAAAAAAAAA as a curly girly i am SOOO HAPPY to read something so specific like this ToT this made my day ♡♡♡♡♡♡

I'm glad you enjoyed them!!!

I've seen so many posts where characters are running their fingers through the reader's hair and I was playing with my ringlets at work and then the brainrot took over LOL

Honestly, I really am happy a lot of other people liked them! I rarely write anything specific when writing in a general sphere for characters, but I've always enjoyed that ones that are just a little closer to something I can fit into as well!

#toast talks #This is not a call out against my lily white friends I just so rarely see things written for bipoc and I NEED it #I actually love every single thing my mutuals write like. Genuinely and wholeheartedly enjoy everything they write #They're some of the best authors I've read and some of them I've been following for YEARS #But I've always been a little too nervous to like...make anything that specifically caters to me and people that look like me #Chalk it up to some people being really weird and gross about bipoc in the self shipping/oc x canon sphere #but now I'm a little more willing to write draw and actually publish work that features readers/characters that look more like me! #Anyway this got rambly I just wanted to say thank you for the love 😭💕

[lookedlikethebins]

(Be My) God and Country - Chapter 2/2

Matty and George get their spring backyard wedding, just as they wanted it… But not before trying to plan a wedding on the road and keeping vicious self-criticism from convincing Matty he wasn't "marriage material" in the first place. But, have no fear, there are joyful friends and family; tearful love declarations (both romantic and platonic); sudden realizations that allow Matty to be (feel) loved and adored, and love George more openly in return; and both boys no longer fearing lost or wasted time!

WE DID IT! IT'S DONE! This chapter tapped out at about 18k which I did not expect so I'm so sorry it took me... so goddamn long. But now it's here and now it's yours.

While there's a little angst, there is so much love in here (between them, and from me to you hehe)

Thank you for reading... Be back with more (shorter) stuff soon lol

xx

#gatty #gatty fanfic #gatty fanfiction #matty x george #george daniel x matty healy #be my god and country fic #thank you for hanging in there i'm sorry for the wait #ily every single reader kiss kiss... okay time to sleep now #andfacedown fics

[itsmeimcathy]

Worlds Apart, by @munsons-maiden

[eddie munson x fem!reader] THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down.

NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love.

#munsons-maiden #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #fic recs #stranger things #nigliaedits #(( i'm in love with this story!!! truly in awe for the writing and the plot and the characterization...amazing!! )) #(( thank you so much for writing it <3 can't wait for the next chapter!! since the last one broke my heart )) #(( also sorry if i've waited until chap7 to comment??? know that i've loved every single one <3 )) #worlds apart

[bradshawsbitch]

@roosterforme IS THE SWEETEST BEAN ALIVE AND MADE ME A CUTE BANNER BC I REACHED 300 LOVELIES THAT FOLLOW MY HELL-BLOG🥳🥰

I figured we could have a wee celebration in the form of blurbs! So, if you want a little blurb with your favourite aviator from TGM, please send me an ask with the person and any prompt from the list below, or something you’ve come up with yourself!🤗 thank you so much for following me!!

Prompts under the cut:

“Marry me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You are not going without me.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not jealous.”

"You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Run away with me.”

“You did WHAT?”

“Quit whining.”

“Get outta my sight!”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

"Never in a million years.”

“Don’t ask me that…”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“What’s with the box?”

“W- What are you doing?”

“Say it!”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Are you done with that?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“Are you still awake..?”

“Excuse you?”

“This is all your fault!”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I could kill you right now!”

“Knock it off!”

“Screw you!”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“I love this song!”

“I can’t be in love with you!”

“Make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I hate you.”

“You are infuriating!”

“Just shut up already.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Just admit I’m right.”

“Just admit you’re wrong.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“That’s irrational.”

“Listen to me!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“That’s it. End of discussion.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“How dare you?”

“I dare you!”

“It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“Well this is awkward…”

“Just pretend to be my date”.

THANKS AGAIN!!!

#HI THANK YOU FOR JOINING ME ON MY THIRSTY JOURNEY #I love every single one of you!!! #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #tgm x reader #Alex talks #300 celly

[thomine]

TELL ME 5 RANDOM THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF!

(Let's try and pass this thing on) And after you finish, tag five different people just to tell them how much you appreciate them for being with you on this platform! <3

thank you @sarcasticqueerblob for the tag! decided to make my own post because the original post is long & my contributions will make it worse, HAHA.

i tag @paimonial-rage @mimi-cee-genshin @andromeda-nova-writing @pen-observing @dustofthedailylife (just nice. i only know 5 people on his hellsite AHDJSJDJSJKD. no pressure btw)

i can only write chronologically. by that i mean in the order the fic will be read. i've tried writing the middle or end before the beginning, but it didn’t click with me.

most of my works were written while i’m travelling. i love being alone for long train/bus rides because it’s the perfect pause to retreat to my inner world.

i started reading fanfics on wattpad in 2013. i don’t remember how i found reader inserts, but it’s wattpad. so… :P

i draw! it’s not great, but it’s something. now i just got to dip my toes into music production (e.g. lo-fi, instrumentals) and then i can take the first step to be the triple threat younger me always wanted to be for storytelling.

i started a tumblr in… early 2010s? unfortunately, i deactivated that account, which would have been an amazing time capsule. i wasn’t thinking much when i let it go.

#signboard fun #from a cursory glance of ur blog i think u read the tags so i’ll write a more personalised reply here!! #esp since ppl might reblog this post to add their own facts #idw them to have a personalised reply in their reblogs LOLOL #THANK U SM FOR TAGGING ME!! i’m actually so 😭😭😭 to know you like my works?? i only have like. 2 LOL #and i wldnt say they’re the most popular among the gi reader insert community (i write for a niche audience which is me LOL) #but then i saw u also tagged CRY*CULUS???? i’m such a big fan of them too #to be tagged with someone i also admire is so mind blowing!!!! #they r part of my fanfiction spine fr fr. i remember stumbling on their older works and being mindblown at their ability to finish a story #finish it WELL too. then guard dog (touma) dropped and i read it all in one sitting and CRIED. man. #i want to evoke such emotions in my readers as well!! #anyways sorry rambling aside‚ i admire your bravery to tag me!! #if u ever wanna chat my discord is thignari. let’s be friends <3!! #oh but i am an adult tho so like if that makes u uncomfy then u know what to do AHHAHA #idk ur age so to play safe i shan’t make the first move of being friends hahahaha #ALSO FUN FACT did you know i have the telegram sticker pack for ur pfp pic #the sticker pack is 领结猫 which translates to bow tie cat and every single sticker is my favourite