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fragileheartbeats · 1 month

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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

♡ ⭒ㅤ𓈒 天国のキス ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ㅤ྄

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑇 𝑊 𝑆 𝑇 𝑀 𝑒 𝑛 𝑥 𝐹 𝑒 𝑚 𝑅 𝑒 𝑎 𝑑 𝑒 𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

ㅤ ㅤㅤ♡ㅤ𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 kiss you for the first timeㅤ۫ㅤ𝅄ㅤೀ

— 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘥, 𝘑𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘴, 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘐𝘥𝘪𝘢, 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢, 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘈𝘻𝘶𝘭, 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮 <3

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 ─ ★ . ♡𝆬

His lips pressed against hers, a gentle touch, A reflection of love, too powerful to hush. Their bodies entwined, in a romantic embrace, A moment of magic, frozen in space. In that moment, nothing else exists, Just the two of them, lost in a kiss. Their hearts beating as one, a symphony of desire, Their souls entwined, in a passionate fire. Each kiss like a story, untold and new, Their love, like a flower, blossoms and grew. Lost in the sweetness, of each other's lips, Their love, an ocean, with endless dips. As their lips part, and they gaze into each other's eyes, The world around them, fades into the night. For in that moment, they are all that they need, Their love, like a dream, impossible to concede. Their kiss, a symbol, of their eternal bond, A love so pure, it could never be conned. In each other's arms, they find solace and peace, A love so beautiful, it will never cease.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 ─ ✭ . ♡𝆬

The moonlight danced upon their skin, As lips met in a passionate spin. Two souls entwined, two hearts as one, Lost in a moment, under the stars and sun. His fingers tracing every curve, Her body, a sanctuary he did serve. Their love a fire, burning bright, In each other's arms, everything felt right. Their breaths mingled, their hearts in sync, A love like theirs, impossible to sink. With every kiss, their bond grew stronger, In this embrace, their souls could linger. He whispered words of love and adoration, Her heart filled with overwhelming sensation. In his arms, she felt safe and free, With her lover, she knew she'd always be. Their kiss, a symphony of emotions, Every touch, a rush of intense notions. In this moment, all the world stood still, As they kissed, on a journey to fulfil.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 ─ ☁︎ . ♡𝆬

With a gentle touch, And a longing gaze, He leaned in, To kiss his lover's face. Their lips met, In a moment of bliss, And all the world, Seemed to simply exist. The warmth of his love, Flowed through his veins, As he held her close, In a sweet embrace. Their hearts beat as one, In this perfect embrace, As their love overflowed, In this peaceful space. For in that instant, Nothing else mattered, As they shared a kiss, That left them shattered. But it was a beautiful mess, That they didn't mind, For in each other's arms, Is where they truly find. A love that's eternal, A love that's pure, A love that's beautiful, And will forever endure.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ─ 𓇥 . ♡𝆬

Through the streets they walked, Hand in hand, hearts intertwined, The world faded away, As their love enshrined. With each step they took, Their souls became one, In a perfect harmony, Under the setting sun. As they stopped by a bench, He gazed into her eyes, And saw his whole world, Reflecting in her sighs. He gently cupped her face, And whispered her name, And in that moment, Nothing was the same. With tender touch, He wiped away her tears, And softly he spoke, Her deepest fears. He promised to be there, Through thick and thin, To hold her close, While the moon danced and spin. She melted in his arms, Feeling his love so pure, A love that she never, Thought she'd ever procure. He took her breath away, With a simple kiss, Filled her with warmth, And pure bliss. Their love was a fire, Burning ever so bright. For in each other's arms, They found solace and peace, Their love a masterpiece, That will never cease. And as they parted, With one last embrace, He held her close, And saw love in her face. For in that moment, He knew she was his forever, A love so true, That nothing could sever.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋 ─ ⚝ . ♡𝆬

With the moon as witness to their love, He pulls her close, like fitting glove. His lips softly graze her own, In this moment, they're not alone. Her heart beats faster in his embrace, Her fears all vanish without a trace. For in his kiss, she finds her home, Her love for him forever grown. His hands cup her face with such care, He whispers sweet nothings in her ear. Their love ignites a fiery flame, No longer able to be tamed. In his arms, she feels complete, Her heart, his hands gently beat. Their love, like a symphony, Filling her with pure ecstasy. Their kiss is a dance of passion, A journey without any ration. Their souls entwined in a perfect rhyme, A love that will withstand the test of time. As their lips part with a gentle sigh, Their love shines bright, like stars in the sky. Hand in hand, they embrace the night, Their love, a beautiful and wondrous sight.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 ─ ✿ . ♡𝆬

Their love was pure, their hearts entwined, No force could ever break the bind. He took her hand and pulled her close, Their lips connected, time froze. The world stood still, their passion grew, As he softly whispered, 'I love you'. The moon above, the gentle breeze, Their love could bring a world to its knees. He traced her jaw with tender touch, Lost in the moment, oh so much. Her eyes locked on him, filled with adoration, Their love like fire, an eternal sensation. In that kiss, they shared their souls, Each kiss sealing, making them whole. No words were needed, their love spoke true, Their hearts beat in sync, as if on cue. He held her close, their love embraced, As if in that moment, all worries erased. The world around them faded away, Nothing else mattered, not even the day. Their love was all-consuming, a burning fire, In that kiss, all their desires. Their hearts beat as one, in perfect harmony, This love, so pure, a beautiful symphony. With every kiss, they shared their dreams, No need for words, their bond redeemed. Their love, a masterpiece, a work of art, Etched in their hearts, never to depart. He tasted her love, in every breath, In that kiss, their souls were blessed. Their love, like a rose, bloomed in the night, Their kiss, a shining star, a guiding light. He held her close, their love complete, In that kiss, their hearts did meet. Their love, a story, a beautiful tale, In that moment, nothing else prevailed.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 ─ ∞ . ♡𝆬

He held her close, in a loving embrace, Her lips so soft, her touch so gentle. Their hearts entwined, in a passionate race, Their love, pure and simple. With trembling hands, he brushed her hair, Her eyes, sparkling with desire. He whispered words, so sweet and rare, As his love for her, grew higher.Their bodies pressed together, In a dance of eternal love. As they kissed, in perfect weather, The stars shone brighter above. He drank in her scent, a heavenly perfume, As his love for her, overflowed. He knew in his heart, she was his only bloom, In a garden of thorns, she glowed. Their souls intertwined, in a moment divine, As they shared this intimate bliss. With every kiss, their love would shine, An unbreakable bond, sealed with a kiss. As they parted, his heart ached with love, For his lover, his everything. He knew in his heart, she was a gift from above, And they would share this love, forever and always.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 ─ ☾ . ♡𝆬

Amidst the moonlit stars, Two souls stood close, As he leaned in to kiss her, Her heart tumbled and rose. His gentle touch upon her cheek, Sent shivers down her spine, The way he looked at her, Was pure and divine. Their lips finally met, In a passionate embrace, It felt like time had stopped, As he held her face. Their love was like a fire, Burning bright and strong, And in that very moment, Nothing could go wrong. As they broke the kiss, Both were left in awe, For it felt like magic, In that romantic thaw. Their love was their sanctuary, A world of their own, And in each other's arms, They found their true home. So let them kiss, let them love, In this blissful delight, For nothing quite compares.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ─ ♔ . ♡𝆬

In a quiet moment of pure devotion, He leans in close with tender affection, His lover's lips, the only destination, As their embrace ignites a fiery fusion. Their breaths entwine, hearts start to race, As soft caresses trace each face, In this embrace, love knows no bounds, As their lips find solace in the sweetest sounds. With each kiss, their love is reaffirmed, In that moment, all worries are adjourned, For nothing else matters in this world, As their love story continues to unfurl. Gentle hands caress her silken hair, As he whispers words of love and care, Their love, a masterpiece in its own right, Painted with each kiss, with each moment bright. Their passion deeper than oceans wide, He holds nothing back, his heart open wide, For this kiss is not just a mere sensation, But an expression of their deep connection. As their lips slowly part, they share a smile, For this love, nothing could ever defile.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 ─ ❤︎ . ♡𝆬

Their lips meet in a tender embrace, As sparks fly and hearts race. His hand on her cheek, so gentle and mild, Their love, like a beautiful song, beguiled. In his arms, she feels safe and warm, All doubts and fears quickly transform. Into pure bliss, as they share this kiss, No words needed, just this moment of pure bliss. His touch, so soft, yet full of passion, Their love, a never-ending fashion. Their souls entwined, as they stand here, In this moment, nothing else matters, my dear. The world fades away, as their bodies entangle, Their love, a beautiful, unbreakable tangle. Their hearts beating as one, in perfect rhythm, This love, so beautiful, with no beginning or end. With each kiss, their love only grows, A bond, like a precious, fragrant rose. Their love, a masterpiece, never to be sold, A love story, forever to be told. As they break the kiss, their eyes still locked, Their love, like a key, in each other it's unlocked. They know, in each other's arms, they belong, Their love, so beautiful, so pure and strong.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬

With passion in his eyes, He leans in for the kiss. The touch of his lover's lips, Is a moment of pure bliss. His heart beats faster, As their lips finally meet. He feels the warmth of her breath, As their love is so sweet. The world fades away, As he holds her in his arms. His love for her grows stronger, As they share this loving charm. Their souls intertwine, In this kiss so pure and true. Every worry and fear, All just fade and flew. He knows he's found his home, In the embrace of her kiss. For she is his everything, His love, his eternal bliss. As they slowly pull away, He holds her close and tight. Whispering sweet words, Telling her she's his forever light. In that simple moment, Their love was truly shown. For in each other's arms, They feel truly and beautifully known.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌 ─ ✧ . ♡𝆬

He gazed into her eyes, like pools of rich dark hue, And felt his heart sing, like a bird in the blue, He held her close, their bodies entwined, As he lowered his lips to hers, both lost in time. Their passionate kiss, a symphony of fire, Their love so pure, it could never tire, With every caress, every touch, every sigh, Their love blossomed, like a butterfly. For in that moment, nothing else existed, Just the two of them, their love persisted, Their souls entwined, their hearts beating as one, Their love, like a rose, forever unwon. And as the stars twinkled, and the night grew still, He whispered sweet words, her heart to fill, For she was his everything, his one true love, And together they'll soar, like two wings of a dove. The moon smiled down, as they shared their love, And the night whispered secrets, from the stars up above, For this moment, this kiss, was a love so divine.

@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

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godsfavdarling · 1 month

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How could you?

my masterlist, part 2

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (established relationship)

words: 2,3k

summary: You go to Spencer's apartment, only to witness a shocking betrayal that shatters your world.

warnings: angst, hurt, spoilers for season 15!

a/n: this was one of the ideas for the later chapters of my full story 'Keep Holding On' (completed and available here), but there wasn't really a place for it. so, I decided to just make it into a one-shot with a gender-neutral reader!

You and Spencer have been together for a few years now, your relationship a patchwork of late-night conversations, lazy weekends spent on a couch with books, and long nights in each other's arms.

Although his job isn't easy and you don't get him to yourself as much as you'd like to, you wouldn't change a thing. He and the love you share mean everything to you.

In the quiet moments when you're alone, you find yourself marveling at how unexpected and yet perfectly fitting your love story is. You never thought this could happen to you.

You never let yourself believe that there would be a man like Spencer loving you and accepting every fiber of your being.

Spencer's presence in your life is like a gentle breeze on a hot summer's day, soothing and comforting. His unwavering support and understanding make even the toughest days bearable. And when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, you feel a sense of belonging that you've never known before.

You cherish the simple moments shared over cups of coffee in the morning or stolen kisses in the middle of the day. In Spencer's eyes, you see a reflection of your own hopes and dreams, and in his laughter, you find the melody of your heart's desires.

As you drift off to sleep each night, nestled in Spencer's embrace, you offer a silent prayer of gratitude for the love that fills your days and the warmth that fills your heart.

In him, you've found not just a partner, but a kindred spirit, a soulmate who completes you in ways you never knew were possible. And for that, you will always be thankful.

There's an unspoken language that exists only between you and Spencer. It's a language of love, trust, and understanding that transcends words.

You marvel at how effortlessly Spencer seems to know what you need, even before you do. His intuition is uncanny, his gestures of affection tender and sincere.

Whether it's a simple touch on the small of your back as he passes by or a reassuring squeeze of your hand when you're feeling uncertain, Spencer has an innate ability to make everything feel right.

You trust him with your deepest fears, your wildest dreams, and every fragile piece of your heart.

In his arms, you find sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world, a safe harbor where you can be your truest self without fear of judgment or rejection.

And as you navigate the challenges of life together, you're constantly reminded of just how perfect Spencer is in your eyes. His kindness knows no bounds, his patience infinite.

But it's not just his virtues that make him perfect; it's the way he loves you, wholly and unconditionally. In Spencer, you've found a partner who sees you for who you truly are, flaws and all, and loves you all the more fiercely because of them.

Now as you climb the stairs to Spencer's apartment, your heart flutters. Spencer has just started his 30 days of obligatory sabbatical, and you're looking forward to spending more time together now that his only obligation is his teaching job. You've picked up takeout on the way, eager to share a quiet evening together.

But as you open the door, your excitement turns to shock and disbelief.

There, before you, is Spencer, locked in a passionate embrace with JJ. Her hands are cupping his cheeks, their lips pressed together in a kiss that sends a jolt of pain through your chest.

Time seems to stand still as the bags of food slip from your fingers, crashing to the floor with a dull thud. You can't tear your eyes away from the scene before you, the weight of betrayal crushing down on you like a ton of bricks.

A thousand thoughts race through your mind, each one more painful than the last.

How could Spencer do this to you? How long has this been going on? And most importantly, how could you have been so blind to the truth?

Your heart feels like it's been ripped from your chest, shattered into a million pieces by the revelation before you. The love and trust you once shared with Spencer now lay in ruins at your feet, leaving you feeling empty and alone in a world that suddenly seems cold and indifferent.

As Spencer and JJ finally break apart, their eyes widening in shock at your sudden appearance, you feel a surge of anger rising within you. But beneath the anger lies a deep well of hurt and sadness, a pain that cuts to the very core of your being.

Without a word, you turn on your heel and flee from the apartment, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggle to make sense of the betrayal that has shattered your world.

Everything spins around you in a blur of tears and confusion, you turn and run down the stairs, desperate to escape the pain and betrayal that threaten to consume you.

Each step feels like a marathon, your legs heavy with the weight of sorrow and disbelief.

But just as you reach the bottom of the stairs, your vision swimming with tears, you stumble, your foot catching on the edge of a step. You plummet forward, the ground rushing up to meet you with terrifying speed.

In that split second before impact, a pair of strong arms wraps around you, pulling you back from the brink of disaster. You gasp in shock and relief as Spencer catches you, his grip firm and steady.

For a moment, you cling to him like a lifeline, your body trembling with the force of your emotions.

You can't breathe, can't think, can't comprehend the enormity of what has just happened.

As you collapse onto the stairs, your sobs echoing in the empty stairwell, Spencer kneels beside you, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration.

He reaches out to touch you, but you flinch away, unable to bear the thought of his hands on your skin.

"Please," he pleads, his voice cracking with emotion. "Let me explain. It wasn't what you think. I didn't...I didn't do anything."

But his words fall on deaf ears as you struggle to make sense of the chaos swirling inside your head.

How could Spencer betray you like this? How could he let someone else touch him in that way?

As the truth begins to dawn on you, a wave of anger washes over you, hot and relentless. You push yourself away from Spencer, your chest heaving with the effort to draw breath.

"Don't," you choke out, your voice barely a whisper. "Don't touch me."

But Spencer refuses to give up, his eyes burning with determination as he reaches for you once more. "Please," he begs, his voice raw with emotion. "Let me explain. It wasn't me. It was her."

You place a trembling hand on your chest, trying to steady your racing heart as you struggle to catch your breath.

"How could you?" you utter, your voice barely above a whisper, the words heavy with accusation and pain.

Spencer's eyes are full of anguish as tears well up in his eyes. He reaches out to you, his hand hovering in the air between you, a silent plea for forgiveness that you're not sure you're ready to grant.

But before you can respond, JJ appears at the top of the stairs, her mouth open as if she's about to say something. But then, with a quick shake of her head, she closes her mouth and walks past the two of you without a word.

You stare after her in disbelief, your mind reeling with confusion and hurt.

You struggle to make sense of the situation. You knew of the hostage situation with JJ and how she had professed her love for Spencer. But you also remember how Spencer immediately came to you, confessing everything and reassuring you of his love for you.

He spent the whole night telling you every detail of what happened, assuring you that his heart belonged to you and you alone. He made it clear that you were the one he loved, not JJ.

So what happened? How could he be kissing her now, after everything he said and everything you've been through together?

With a shaky breath, you push yourself up from the stairs, your muscles tense with the effort to contain the storm raging within you. You want to flee, to distance yourself from him and the shattered remnants of your trust.

But before you can take a single step, Spencer's voice cuts through the tumultuous haze of your thoughts, pleading with you to stay. His words are a desperate plea for understanding, for a chance to explain the inexplicable.

"Please," he implores, his voice cracking with emotion. "Don't leave. I need to explain. I swear, it wasn't what it looked like. You have to believe me."

You hesitate, torn between the desire to escape and the need for answers. Despite the overwhelming pain coursing through your veins, there's a part of you that still craves the truth, no matter how agonizing it may be.

You groan loudly, the weight of the situation bearing down on you like a leaden blanket. Your mind races with a million questions, each one more painful than the last.

But for now, you're too overwhelmed to process anything.

With another loud groan, you turn and begin to make your way back upstairs, your steps heavy with exhaustion and despair.

You can feel Spencer's eyes boring into your back, his silent plea for you to stay echoing in the empty stairwell.

As you reach the top of the stairs, you don't look back, you enter the apartment and your only thought is to find a moment of solace in the solitude of the bathroom.

With trembling hands, you shut the door behind you, the click of the lock a final barrier between you and the chaos that threatens to consume you.

And as you sit there, trembling and broken, you realize that there's something about Spencer, something in the depths of his eyes that compelled you to stay, to hear him out.

It's a trust that runs deeper than words.

As you emerge from the bathroom after a few minutes, the weight of the silence between you and Spencer hangs heavy in the air.

You find him on the couch, his leg shaking uncontrollably, his fingers fidgeting nervously. His face is etched with worry and pain, mirroring the tumult of emotions raging inside you both.

He gave you space, just as he always did. It's one of the things you've always admired about him, his ability to recognize when you needed time to process and heal.

But now, as you sit in the armchair nearby, staring at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you can't help but feel the need for answers, for some semblance of understanding in the chaos that surrounds you.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Spencer speaks. His voice is hoarse with emotion, the words tumbling out in a rush as if he's been holding them back for far too long.

"She just showed up," he begins, his voice barely above a whisper. "Out of nowhere, she started talking about how she loves me and how she was stupid for ignoring it for so long. She said she couldn't pretend anymore..."

You listen in stunned silence, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. So it wasn't Spencer who initiated the kiss, it was JJ.

But why?

As Spencer continues to speak, his words are a desperate attempt to make sense of the madness that has engulfed your lives, you find yourself drawn to him, to the vulnerability etched into every line of his face.

Despite the pain and betrayal that still lingers between you, there's a part of you that can't help but empathize with his plight.

As Spencer falls silent, his eyes searching yours for some sign of forgiveness or understanding, you find yourself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions.

Hurt, betrayal, and confusion war with a lingering sense of empathy and love for the man sitting before you.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart and collect your thoughts. "Spencer," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "I... I don't know what to say."

His eyes widen in anticipation, his expression a mixture of hope and fear. "I understand," he murmurs, his voice laced with regret. "I know I've hurt you, and I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen."

"I need time," you finally say, your voice trembling with emotion. "I need time to process everything, to figure out where we go from here."

Spencer nods solemnly, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I understand," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you."

With a heavy sigh, you push yourself up from the armchair, your limbs feeling like lead. "I'm going to go," you say, your voice barely a whisper. "I just... I need some space."

Spencer nods, his gaze following you as you make your way to the door. "I'll be here," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you."

You pause in the doorway, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you. "I love you too," you murmur, your voice choked with emotion.

And with that, you step out into the cool night air, the weight of the world heavy on your shoulders.

As you make your way home, you can't help but wonder will it ever be the same between the two of you?

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navybrat817 · 6 months

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Let You Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari wants to be closer to you on a peaceful morning.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Implied DUBCON, implied smut, implied anal, possessive behavior, soulmates, telepathic link, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: For @thebasementspouses ! The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge #6! Character: Ari Levinson. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "I'm gonna be your first and last." ❤️ Set in my soulmate!Ari world with Wear Me Down and Down Again. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The light from the gentle dawn beckoned you to wake up, your eyes squinting against the shades of yellow and orange that filled the room. The hues were like a flower in bloom, emphasizing that each day was a new beginning. You took a deep breath as you shed the sleep from your mind and let the morning joy wash over you.

For a moment, you were at peace.

But peace cannot be kept by force.

A shiver rolled down your spine when Ari’s lips brushed your shoulder, his body eclipsing yours and reminding you that you weren't alone as his beard tickled your skin. Waking up beside him was like moving from one dream to another since he made sure to occupy your mind. As your brain fog gave way to clarity, it was impossible to ignore the way he pressed himself against your ass.

Hard, throbbing, and ready for you.

“Morning,” he said in a relaxed tone, his hand on your waist dipping low.

If a touch could burn, he would've scorched you from head to toe and allowed you to heal before he did it all over again.

“Morning,” you whispered, placing your hand over his to stop him before he reached between your legs. “I just woke up.”

His chest was no longer against your back as he pulled his hand away and you didn't want to admit that you missed the warmth of him. As if he sensed your thoughts, which he likely did, he brought his hand to your backside instead. “Ari,” you whispered, your eyes snapping open when a thick finger slid possessively between your cheeks.

He chuckled in your mind, a low and throaty noise as you shut your eyes. “You know, there are many benefits to starting off the day with sex,” he spoke, waves crashing in your mind like a stormy sea as his voice intimately brushed the deepest parts of you. “It can boost your immune system. Combat stress before you start your day.”

No.

“It can bring us closer together, which is what we both need,” he continued as if you didn't speak his name. As if you didn't have a say in the matter. “And, truthfully, I've been dying to feel this hole around my cock.”

You didn't dare look over your shoulder, your heart hammering in your chest as you tried to think of something else. Anything else. “I haven't…” you trailed off with a defeated sigh because you didn't have to finish your statement.

He already knew that no one else had ever been in your ass. It surprised you that he took that long to act on it. At least he wouldn't hurt you when he took you.

He was a kind soulmate in that regard.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. It did nothing to relieve the tension in your muscles. “I’m gonna be your first and last.”

And with that, your peace became Ari’s victory.

Oh, Ari. I'm yours. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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glacierclear · 7 months

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Having some mad fuckboy!Leon thoughts rn

After he's unlearned all the stuff he taught himself and is basically done with the whole fuckboy thing oh man he would be SO soft. Holding your hand? Check. Cuddling at his dorm? Check. Being more gentle and loving during sex? Also check.

Also, stealing his hoodies. He'd melt for sure

oh, for sure. healed fuckboy!leon would be a SIGHT TO BEHOLD.

he wouldn't be perfect...

progress isn't linear. he'd stumble a lot. make a lot of mistakes and backward steps. you would need to be patient. you would need to be careful. especially in the early stages. because damn, he's trying. he's trying so hard. and you need to acknowledge the effort, even if it's hard to see, because any praise towards this will mean so much to him.

it'd come out especially on his bad days. he's more impatient. short-tempered. lashes out over seemingly mundane things. you'll need to be firm but not demeaning. catch his tells, his habits, and figure out the real reason he's behaving the way he is.

you'll need to slowly teach him the true depth of his words. that they hurt you just as much as they hurt him. he's unfamiliar with the idea of accountability, so you need to teach him about consequences. let him know you're upset and angry at him. but just because you're upset doesn't mean he's irredeemable. he'll assume any pushback is you ending things permanently. he needs the space to fuck up and forgive himself.

and damn it all, he's the jealous type. possessive. protective as all hell. it's toxic, and you need to teach him boundaries. it'll be tough. he worked so fucking hard to get you, doesn't he deserve to have you the way he needs? but no. you need freedom. he'll learn eventually, but be prepared to send a lot of "im safe and i miss u" texts to him when you're out with friends.

speaking of toxic. the toxic masculinity will be hell to unpack. sometimes it's nice! he insists on you being passenger princess. he insists on picking up the bill (well, once you're actually dating). he doesn't mind taking care of spiders (and fine, just because you asked nicely, he won't kill them). but...the bads get real bad.

displaying any kind of vulnerable emotion is like pulling teeth. when he's nervous, scared, anxious...he'll take it out on others. or himself. early progress will be made when he's blackout drunk and spilling everything to you. he reveals the deepest, most fragile parts of himself on these nights. it's like he's an entirely different person. and the next morning he'll do his best to sweep it all under the rug, but you have to fight for it. accept him and love him despite how "totally fucking lame" he acted (his words, not yours).

that being said. the good parts? oh yeah. Boyfriend Material 100%.

he'd do anything for you. anything. don't even say shit as a joke because he'll do it. at a certain point he doesn't even care if his friends think he's being stupid. you're his whole world. he'd wear stupid t-shirts for you. go to that concert you're dying to see even if he thinks the music sucks. he'll bash his head into a wall and learn to bake french pastries if it'll get you to smile. through hell and high water, he'll follow.

and yeah, he weans himself off social media. stops posting thirst trap photos and cuts ties with his sneaky links. but the lack of external validation is felt, and it kind of falls on you to fill the void. clingy won't even begin to describe what he is. he'll resort to begging. he will. late to work in the morning? that's not his problem. you're staying in that damn bed and you are cuddling him. you think him wearing tank tops in the middle of December is just a dumb mistake, but you catch on quick when he starts to shiver and needs to huddle you for warmth. "you want me to die of hypothermia? c'mon, babe. get closer." and yeah. those ice cold hands are going straight on your stomach. have fun.

part of the excitement will come from truly learning who he is as a person. most of his herculean facade is a persona. he doesn't actually like beer. he likes dry whiskey and refined clear liquors. he doesn't actually enjoy parties. the crowds make him nauseous, and he can always blame it on the alcohol. he's not actually all that into sports. you figure out he has a well-loved public library card and he knows the mystery section like the back of his hand. he's vibrant. shockingly intelligent. gets that light in his eyes when you nudge him about his interests. it'll be hard to get him to admit it, but his favorite part of the week is huddling on the couch watching nature documentaries with you.

and it's a two-way street. he remembers everything about you. early on in your relationship you casually assume he'll never keep track of the important dates. that's the stereotype, right? you couldn't be more wrong. birthdays. anniversaries. doctor's appointments. your fucking dog's yearly vaccine. he won't necessarily go all-out, not until you're more of a long-term thing, but what he does is meaningful. sincere. you won't get $500 of flowers and chocolate for valentine's day, but he'll abduct you from work, drive you out far, far into the countryside. lay out a patchwork blanket and stare at the night sky. he brought your favorite brand of pita chips and sneakily worms a gift box in your hand. it's that stupid $15 thing that's been sitting in your online shopping cart for weeks that you could never justify buying. and yeah, he'd appreciate a blowjob under the stars, but seeing you happy is enough.

and you could never begin to imagine how loving and passionate he can get during sex. it's totally different than his usual flavor. casual hook-ups and one-night stands are merely a fraction of his power. he tends to avoid intimate gestures on those nights. no eye-contact. hardly any kissing. he likes it rough and he likes it fast. but with you? he takes his time. commits your body to muscle memory. his gaze is intense, and he watches every reaction, trying to map out your flesh like a cartographer. he'll happily make out with you for upwards of a couple hours before you even begin the real foreplay. and you always cum first. always.

oh, but if you're not a fan of PDA...he might be a problem. he's proud of you. you're the hottest thing on two legs as far as he's concerned. he'll have no issue grabbing your ass, wrapping a hand around your waist, kissing along your neck, whispering the most obscene things in your ear. it's not even to make a point. there's no rhyme or reason. he just wants to. and you're right there. and what right does the world have to tell him to stop? does it make people uncomfortable? who cares. he'll lay off if it really bugs you that much...but if he catches anyone staring at you too long he'll ramp it up. it's almost aggressive. you turn to scold him, noticing how his eyes aren't even on you. he's staring at someone else. someone who's looking at what's his.

he's a yes man, too. if you need restraint and careful guidance in your life...he's not the one. he'll support any weird, out of the blue hobby you want to pursue. if you even joke about quitting your job he'll egg you on. "i'll drive right up there and tell your boss i'll fuck his wife!" and you have to talk him down. he'll punch the sun for you. he'll be behind every impulsive purchase. every 4am trip to walmart. every instinct to feed your id. any "little treat" you want to have he'll get it. because you deserve the best. if you ever want to have a stable bank account you need the be the voice of reason. because it's not gonna be him.

yeah. he'll have a lot of problems. don't worry about that. but, at least with fuckboy!leon, you'll almost never have any doubts that he loves you. once you manage to pin his heart on his sleeve, it's there for life and it'll always be yours.

#fuckboy!leon #leon kennedy #resident evil #shut up glacier #suggestive #headcanons

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morallyinept · 14 days

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Hello Jett!!

Popping in with a quick little fandom game. Which Pedro-boy do you think this is a picture of, and why?

love ya!!

Hey Lovely Patti! 🖤

So, this is totally Dieter. And it inspired me to write a lil' something, something...

I Carry Your Heart With Me 💙

650 words | Dieter Bravo x GN!Reader | Fluff ☁️

The door clips softly closed behind him as Dieter steps into the dimly lit apartment, the scent of familiarity enveloping him as he sniffs in deep.

After months of grueling, repetitive shoots in distant locales, he's finally home. Exhaustion clings to him like a second skin he wants to wash off and watch circle the drain, but a rabid spark of excitement ignites at the thought of seeing you again, and the emergence of urgency suffocates the need for a shower.

He tiptoes through the deep sapphire shadows of the lounge, careful not to disturb the tranquil ambiance that fills the space and dark corners. He heads up silently towards the bedroom, socks fluffy and static on the plush carpet.

Expecting you to be asleep at this ungodly hour as he pushes the ajar door fully open, but there you are, bathed in the rose gold glow of the bedside lamp, nestled against a mound of pillows - your eyes immersed in a book of poetry.

The sight of you, so serene and beautiful, steals the stale breath away from his lungs.

Without a word, Dieter approaches you, discarding layers like baggage drops in clumsy heaps on the floor until he's stripped bare; just flesh and silver metal. Nothing but a man and his loose sagging skin - and even looser morals - his beating heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and longing.

You look up, your eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a radiant smile that burns the retinas away in his eyes. In that moment, Dieter feels like he's finally home.

"Hey, you," you whisper, setting the book aside and reaching out to him.

"No, no. Keep reading. Read it to me." He says, climbing into bed beside you.

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you nod, settling back against the cradle of pillows. Dieter curls himself around you, soft belly on your hip, turgid cock on your thigh; resting his heavy head on your shoulder as you begin to read.

Your voice, a melody of warmth and tenderness, washes over him like a soothing balm, banishing the weariness that permeates his bones. He listens to the music of your words as you read a short poem from the book:

"...I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)..."

A knot loosens in his chest. Each word you speak acts like a gentle sugar scrub, exfoliating away the dust of distant lands and the fatigue of countless hours on set.

With each breath, he feels lighter, as if the weight of the crushing world is slowly lifting from his broad, tan shoulders. The tension that once twisted his muscles begins to unravel, leaving him feeling unkinked and free.

In the delicate cadence of your succinct words, Dieter finds a soothing solace, a reminder of the love that binds you together like silk lilac ribbons, despite the miles that separate you at times.

Dieter hums softly; a small kiss inked on your skin, a smile drawing his lips up as he closes his eyes and loses himself as your voice fades into the quiet of the night.

Love you, Patti 🖤

The poem quoted is a real poem called "I carry your heart with me" by E.E. Cummings and is a fave of mine. 🥰

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter bravo fluff #pedro pascal characters #jett's asks #jett's writing

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jenosbliss · 4 months

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hihi!! i love how u write the dreamies 💝 yk how people talk abt having a third place? could u write about how theyre ur third place please? (if that makes sense!!)

thank u if u do this!

🍯 ⌇nct dream ! being your third place

paining. gn!reader x nctdream | genre. fluff | wc. 926 | warnings. none

MARK.

Mark wasn't the first boy to make your heart skip a beat, nor the one who ignited the wildfire of first love. He was like the sunrise after a restless night, the warmth of a shared cup of coffee in the morning.

His love wasn't a fireworks display, but a slow burn, a steady support that kept you cosy even on the coldest days. He was the shoulder to cry on, the hand to hold when the world felt like it was spinning too fast.

Mark challenged you, pushed you to be your best self, even when you didn't believe in yourself. But beneath the driven exterior, there was a boy who loved fiercely, who wrote you clumsy poems and tucked wildflowers behind your ear. He was your cheerleader, your rock, your third place that felt a whole lot like first.

RENJUN.

Renjun wasn't the sun that blazed across your sky, but the moon that bathed your world in a soft, ethereal glow. His love was like a whispered melody woven from moonlight and starlight.

Renjun understood your silences, the unspoken worries that danced in your eyes. He could read your every mood in the curve of your smile, the tremor in your fingers. Hewas the confidante you never knew you needed, the one who listened without judgement, who offered solace with a gentle touch and a shared secret.

With Renjun, love wasn't a display, but a whispered promise, a bond of forever. He was the calm after the storm, a simple poem, your third place that felt like a whisper of forever.

JENO.

Jeno wasn't the wind that swept you off your feet, but the steady breeze that kept you grounded. He was the boy who held your hand through the darkness, his quiet strength a beacon in the unknown.

Jeno didn't need grand gestures to express his love. It was in the way he helped you carry groceries, the way he chased away your nightmares with a silent presence, the way he held your gaze. He was the quiet hero, the knight in shining armour who didn't need a parade.

With Jeno, love was a slow, steady burn, a fire that kept you warm from the inside out. He was the rock you could lean on, the lighthouse guiding you home, your third place that felt like an unbreakable promise.

HAECHAN.

Haechan wasn't the star that brightened your universe, but the playful comet that streaked across your sky, leaving a trail of laughter and stardust.

Haechan’s love was like sunshine and confetti, a melody that made you want to dance in the rain. He was the boy who turned every day into an adventure, who chased away your blues with a goofy grin and a contagious giggle.

Haechan taught you how to find joy in the little things, to laugh until your sides ached, to embrace the chaos with open arms. He was the reminder to never lose your inner child, to chase your dreams with reckless abandon, your third place that felt like a never-ending summer.

JAEMIN.

Jaemin wasn't the fairytale prince you swooned over, but the boy next door who held your hand under the streetlights. His love was a slow bloom, a promise written in shy glances and stolen kisses.

Jaemin was the one who made you believe in happily ever afters, who whispered sweet nothings in your ear under the starlit sky.He was the best friend who turned into something more, the shoulder to cry on who became your kiss in the rain.

Jaemin knew your favourite ice cream flavour, your deepest fears, the way your eyes sparkled when you were truly happy. He was the one who saw the beauty in your flaws, who cherished you for who you were, your third place that felt like falling in love all over again.

CHENLE.

Chenle wasn't the one who stole your breath away, but the one who poured you with impromptu tunes, his laughter filling the air like scattered notes. He was the sunshine after a thunderstorm, the sprinkle of sugar on a rainy day.

It was in the way Chenle hummed your favourite song while doing the dishes, the way he taught you silly dance moves in the kitchen, the way his eyes crinkled with mischief when he caught you off guard.

Chenle was the reminder to find joy in the simple things, to laugh until your stomach hurt, to dance like nobody was watching (even when they were). With him, love was like a pop song stuck on repeat, catchy and unforgettable. He was your third place that felt like an endless karaoke night, your heart forever warmed by the echoes of his laughter.

JISUNG.

Jisung’s love was a spark of electric energy, a playful banter that kept you on your toes. He was the one who challenged you to rap battles in the grocery store, who wrote you poems as funny as they were sweet, who could turn any dull moment into a cherished and beautiful one.

Jisung didn't shy away from expressing his feelings, but did it in his own unique way. He wrote you songs, baked you cookies shaped like hearts with funny uneven icing, told you you were beautiful with a smirk and a wink.

With Jisung, love wasn't a slow burn, but a firework display, each moment an explosion of laughter, joy and passion .He was the spark that ignited your own, the energy that propelled you forward, He was your third place that felt like a nonstop roller coaster ride.

a/n. hii anon i hope this is what you expected and Tysm for requesting 💖

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mrswint3rs · 4 months

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Desperately need more traveling merchant smut please!! He’s so underrated and I loved your last one :3

Back for More

pairings- RE4 Merchant x Fem! Reader

a/n- ty for the ask!! hope you enjoy this one

NSFW WARNING:

contains- unprotected sex, praise, riding, overstimulation, use of pet names, mutual lusting

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The last thing you remember was a hazy blur of sensations. The feeling of his body pressed against yours, the smell of his sweat, the warmth of his hands, the feeling his arms around you as he pulled you closer to him.

As expected, it didn't take that long for you to make time to see him again. The same place and the same man, the exposed part of his face lit dimly by the lantern.

His eyes glinted with a slight spark of amusement as he spotted your approach. "Warms my heart to see you stop by, stranger." He stood up in a casual and confident manner, a small grin reaching his eyes.

You take a step forward and offer him an innocent smile,your cheeks flushed from the cool night air. "I couldn't wait to see you again. You're my escape from the chaos out there."

"Well you know what they say, second time's the charm eh?" he chuckled lightly, his voice a gentle timbre that melted into your ear and wrapped itself around like warm honey. In one smooth motion, you found yourself pulled into his embrace, your face buried in his broad chest. "did you miss me?"

The memories of the previous times you've spent together filled your mind with a strange and euphoric feeling. Something that gave you a slight tingle. You felt at ease with him. You felt safe in his arms. "Yes, I missed you..." you said softly as a slight blush crept up your face, the words coming out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself. For some reason, you felt comfortable saying it, as if he was the only one you'd ever say it to.

"so what will it be this time? another round of fun and games...~" he whispered into your ear in a low and sultry tone, his voice tickling your senses."or were you hoping to actually buy somethin'?"

You gaze up at him, your heart pounding loudly against your chest. Then with a bold motion, you pull his handkerchief down and lean in to give him a passionate kiss.

As your lips met his, his body stiffened, as if time stood still. The touch of your lips on his was enough to take his breath away.

The moment seemed to last forever, as no sound could be heard apart from the two of you breathing heavily.

"Well now..." Is the only thing he manages to say before leaning in to kiss you again, pressing you against the wall.

You let out a breathy moan into his mouth as you feel his rough hands wander, squeezing your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.

"Ready to take me again, sweetheart?" his lips part from yours, awaiting your approval.

You nod, starting to remove your clothes fully. "Yes...sir." you confirm, almost shyly.

"Ah...atta girl. I love it when you call me that." The tension in the room was palpable, the heat growing between the two of you like a furnace, the air almost shimmering with anticipation as he removes his clothes, the glow from the dim lantern casting shadows along his long, lean body. His muscles toned and his cock fully hard at the sight of you bare again in full glory.

He pulls up a chair and sits down, gesturing to you to sit on his lap. "C'mere sweetheart," he muses, gripping his hardened length and cockily waggling it side to side with a cheeky grin.

Obediently you approach, lowering yourself directly onto his thick rod and sinking down. Your back pressed to his chest, thighs atop of his.

The merchant's colossal arms wrap around you as he releases a throaty groan into the crook of your neck, slowly starting to bounce your small frame on his girthy cock, making you take every inch.

You grip his calloused hands, his length reaches your deepest parts repeatedly kissing your poor cervix, making you want to scream in the best way.

Using one arm to continue bullying into you, his other comes up, his hand fondling your tits. You mewl incoherently as his rough fingers tease and pinch your sensitive nipples.

Meanwhile his mouth suckles and nips at the back of your neck, whispering dirty praises into you and heightening your senses.

"You're a pleasure to use," he growls, "such a sweet girl." your legs tremble at his voice and you're thankful you're sitting down already.

His cock continues to slam into your sweet pussy. "Gonna cum..." you cry, clinging to his arm as he makes you ride him.

"Not yet," he counters sternly, "hold it for me."

With a pitiful whimper, you try to hold back. But to no avail. You gush, leaking down onto his thick thighs. He doesn't stop his fucking into you, completely milking your orgasm.

"Thought I told ya' to hold it," his hand comes down, roughly rubbing your clit despite your climaxing, "such a naughty girl, disobeying your 'sir'."

Without mercy, his hips continue their rutting into you. Completely overstimulating you with the rapid rubbing of your sensitive nub.

You whine, uncontrollably squirming, legs shaking violently. "C'mon you can take it for me pretty girl..." he groans, feeling the way your walls convulse and squeeze against his dick more and more.

"No I can't..." you whimper, on the verge of tears at the intense feeling. Your mind goes foggy. Your body getting so tingly, almost numb.

"Almost there sweetheart. Doin' so good." The merchant's cock pulses, on the verge of spilling into you. "Shit-" he groans, slowing his thrusts and pulling out of you so he doesn't cum inside.

You slump over at the sudden emptiness but again he holds you steady. His free hand fisting his cock and spraying his warm seed all over your back, squeezing out every last drop onto you.

The man breathes heavily, the intense high rushing over him.

He pulls you in, holding you from behind and starting to comfortingly rub circles on your lower stomach. "Told ya' you could do it. I'm proud, sweetheart."

"Look at me." his hand gently guides under your chin, making you face him. "You can rest here for a bit, if you need to...it's okay."

"Thank you," you reply softly, still a bit out of it from the rough intimacy.

"We'll get you all cleaned up," His lips press against yours sweetly, "i'm really starting to feel somethin' for ya', stranger."

mlist

#resident evil 4 x reader #resident evil 4 merchant x reader #the merchant #re4make #re4 #re4 remake #smut #resident evil 4 merchant #resident evil 4 #fanfiction #anon ask

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pengujoon · 7 months

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WITH ALL OF ME

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. use of my love, just reader being so in love with him. of course they kiss, this is a very soft fic, established relationship!au, intentional lowercase.

a/n. can you tell that im so lovesick for his man.

song. john legend - all of me

the room was cast in a warm, inviting glow, the soft light of a dozen candles flickering like stars in the night sky. you and satoru had carved out this moment, a space for just the two of you, where the world outside was a distant memory. in this intimate haven, love hung heavy in the air, and your heart swelled with every beat in perfect harmony with his.

satoru sat beside you, his presence filling the room with a magnetic energy that drew you in like a moth to a flame. as you gazed at him, your heart couldn't help but swell with a deep, profound affection. his eyes held the universe within them, a cosmos of secrets and emotions that were yours to explore.

his smile, that mischievous, yet tender smile, was your favourite work of art. it had the power to chase away your worries, to melt your heart, and to ignite a fire of passion within you. when he laughed, it was as if a symphony of joy filled the room, and you couldn't help but be swept away by the melody.

you watched as he reached out, his fingers tracing an invisible path in the air. his voice, soft and filled with warmth, filled the room like a sweet serenade. it was a voice that could lull you to sleep or awaken the deepest desires within your heart.

every line of his face, every curve of his lips, and every spark in his eyes held a story, a story that you cherished, for you were the author of this chapter of his life. his vulnerabilities, his strengths, and his quirks were all part of the tapestry of your love.

satoru's hand found yours, fingers interlacing with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine. the touch was electric, a connection that transcended words. in that moment, you felt like you were part of something greater, like you were two souls that had found their forever home in each other's arms.

the tenderness in his gaze was enough to make your heart skip a beat. his fingers traced delicate patterns on your hand, a silent language of affection that spoke volumes. every touch was a declaration of love, every caress an affirmation of your bond.

as you leaned in, your lips met his in a kiss that tasted like eternity. it was a kiss that spoke of a love deeper than words, a love that knew no bounds. in that kiss, you poured all your affection, all your desire, and all your dreams.

and as you pulled away, breathless and content, you whispered the words that your heart had been singing since the moment you met him. “i love you, satoru, with all of me.”

“my love.” he looked at you, his gaze unwavering, and in that moment, you knew that his love mirrored your very own. with a smile that held the promise of forever, he replied, “and i love you, with all of me too.”

no other words were needed, for your hearts spoke a language of love that transcended any language of the world. you closed your eyes and leaned in for another kiss, a sweet, tender affirmation of your love.

in the warmth of his embrace, surrounded by the warm, gentle light of the candles, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, living your own love song, a melody that would play in your hearts for all eternity.

the chokehold this man has on me

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk #jjk fics #penguwrites #jjk imagines #established relationship!au #all of me by john legend #reader is so in love with him

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 months

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Adam with fem!reader who gets off by adams pleasure during sex

Like observing his reactions, movements, sounds, just knowing they’re giving him pleasure is enough

A/n: I wrote this on my way home from work.6:30am baby!

Sitting on Adam's hips, you couldn't help but feel warmth in your belly watching your love pant, doing his best to catch his breath after your love making.

Biting your lip you let your fingers run up and down his chest. "Do you know what gets me off my love? Watching you cum, knowing that I am the one doing that....I want to do it again." You whispered into his ear.

Adam's eyes widen with surprise and intrigue as he listens to your words. He can feel a surge of desire reignite within him as he realizes the depth of your desires. He could feel himself harden from that gaze you were giving him alone.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he gazes up at you, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Oh, my sweet and adventurous angel. I'm more than happy to oblige your desires."

With a swift movement, he flips you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs once again. His hands glide over your body, his touch both gentle and possessive. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Tell me, my love, how do you want to make me cum? Show me just how much power you have over me."

The anticipation and excitement fill the air as he eagerly awaits your response, ready to indulge in your deepest fantasies and desires.

"Shit! Please Adam. I need you, I want to feel you cum in me, I need to feel each thrust, I need to hear each of your groans telling me how good I feel." You whispered as your legs moved to his hips.

Adam's eyes darken with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he hears your plea. He can sense the urgency and need in your voice, and it ignites a primal hunger within him.

A low, feral growl escapes his lips as he aligns himself with your entrance, his gaze locked with yours. With a powerful thrust, he impales himself deep inside you, filling you completely.

His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he begins to move with a primal intensity. Each thrust is filled with a raw, carnal desire, his hips meeting yours with a powerful rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his deep, guttural groans.

Your name spilling from his lips like a prayer as his wings encased you both. Leaning down his lips hovering over yours, his voice a husky growl against your ear. "You asked for it, my love. Feel every inch of me. Take all of me. I'm going to make you mine again and again."

You let a cry, your nails digging into his shoulders as you did your best to met his thrusts. Your walls clenching around his cock.

With each thrust, he seeks out your most sensitive spots, his movements becoming faster and more intense. The pleasure builds within him, his need to claim and mark you overwhelming everything else.

As the pleasure reaches its peak, he can no longer hold back. A deep, primal roar escapes his lips as he releases himself inside you, filling you with his warmth. His body trembles with the force of his release, his hips continuing to move, riding out the waves of pleasure.

He collapses beside you, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you possessively, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration. "You're mine. Always and forever. And I'll make sure to give you everything you desire."

Doing your best to catch your breath, you could feel little spasms hit you. Grinning you nuzzled into his chest as his wings covered your body more. "You'll always have me Adam, I love you."

Eyes softening, Adam gave you a smirk though it did not take long for it to soften in a smile. "I love you too"

#drabbles #drabble #hazbin hotel adam #adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam hazbin #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n

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starrylothcat · 10 months

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Quiet Love

Crosshair x Gender Neutral!Reader One-Shot

Summary: Crosshair pops the question 💍

Warnings: None? Feelings, some angst, sappiness. Softy soft Crosshair. Some kissy. Reader not described. AU Crosshair is on Pabu and wants to marry you. He deserves it. In the context of my fic a cycle = a year. 1200 words

Author’s Note: Idk I just have Crosshair feels. Song inspo when I was writing this: Eric’s Song by Vienna Teng 🫶

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also we need happier Crosshair gifs 😭😂

Strange how I fit into you // There's a distance erased with the greatest of ease // Strange how you fit into me // A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

The sun was sinking below the horizon, scattering magnificent hues of purples, pinks, and reds over the ocean. A slight breeze carried the smell of salty air and distant rain. Puffy thunderheads were forming high in the atmosphere, promising tropical showers.

You and Crosshair were sitting quietly, watching the sun disappear as stars blinked into existence above.

You were good at this, embracing stillness, savoring one another’s quiet presence.

After so long being at war, living in a Galaxy that was torn apart and was still being pieced back together, quiet is now calm.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

Four cycles have passed since you first saw Crosshair on the island.

Four cycles of being drawn to one another by an invisible force, filling the holes in your hearts that you never thought would close. Finding solace in one another’s company, finding forgiveness where you thought there was none.

He was afraid at first, when he realized his feelings for you. Frightened if he let you get close, his darkness and fears would spread like a disease and corrupt you. He was a broken man, his past still weighing heavy on his soul, even after the forgiveness of his family.

Slowly, the gracious and patient light that radiated from you burned through his shadows and he let you in. You both tread carefully at first, but as time went on, and more of his walls came down, the more he let himself fall for you.

Your love was a quiet one, but it was strong. It didn’t need to be loud.

Whether it was his hand on the small of your back when you were in public, or having a cup of caf ready for you in the morning exactly how you liked. How he’d worship your body behind closed doors, confessing his desires and need for you, quiet admissions from his heart, trusting you with his most vulnerable self.

Crosshair felt at his pocket as you sat, you not noticing as you watched the sunset. A ring was hidden in his pocket, something that he’s had for some time.

You held his heart and entire being in your hands. He knew you didn’t need a ring from him to realize his devotion to you. He didn’t either.

But you were willing to accept and help heal the heavy burden that was his heart and his love.

It was all he could do to let you know that you were his forever.

If you said yes.

A dark part of him wondered if this was all a dream, too good to be true. How could someone want to be with him, after all that he’s done? He wasn’t the best with words, but he was trying. He hoped it was enough.

You felt Crosshair’s arm snake around your shoulder, pulling you closer into him. He usually saved acts of affection like this when you were truly alone, but the veranda you had found was tucked away. You wouldn’t be bothered any time soon.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your shoulders pressed together, the sun slowly fading in the distance. You looked at him, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s beautiful.” You uttered, bringing your hand over his that was draped over your shoulder.

“Hm.” Crosshair grunted in agreement, glancing down at you, the dimming sunlight casting a warm glow over your skin. You brushed your lips against his, content in this moment. Crosshair accepted your kiss, deepening it by leaning more toward you.

His hand that was free secretly slipped down to his side to his pocket. You didn’t notice what he was doing, too lost in his kiss. Crosshair pulled away from you, knowing it was now or never. His arm left your shoulder, leaning away from you slightly. That’s when you noticed he was holding something out to you in his hand.

You stared, taking a moment to realize what he was holding. It was small and shiny. You focused your eyes and realized it was a ring.

You gawked, trying to process what he was offering to you, and why.

The gears turned in your head, your mouth opening and closing, at a loss for words.

Was he…was this?

“C-Crosshair?” You whispered, your voice shaking, looking between him and the ring. “What…what is this?”

He didn’t say anything as you continued to gaze at the ring, not wanting to misinterpret the gesture.

“I’m not getting down on one knee if that’s what you’re expecting.” He grumbled, shifting in his seated position, waiting for your answer.

Tears filled the sides of your eyes, his words solidifying exactly what he was asking you.

And he was doing it in the most Crosshair way possible.

“Crosshair, are you asking me to marry you?” Your voice was hoarse, your heart pounding in your chest.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, yet his expression was soft.

“Yes, why else would I be giving this to you?”

He held the ring out further, gesturing for you to take it.

You gently took the ring from his hands, turning it in your fingers.

Embedded in the band was a jewel in your favorite color, catching the light of the setting sun.

“How long have you…?”

“Are you saying yes or not?”

You looked at him, seeing him intensely waiting, his eyes locked on yours. Was there a hint of nervousness deep in his eyes?

You gripped the ring in your hand, knowing your answer without a second thought. You slung your arms around his neck, pulling him into a flaming kiss.

“Yes! Crosshair, yes!” You gasped against his lips as his moved just as passionately against yours. You could swear you felt a weight lift off his shoulders, his body relaxing.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you kissed, his arms wrapping around you. Begrudgingly, you pulled away after what seemed like hours, realizing you were still grasping the ring in your hand.

“I love you.” You whispered as your lips left his. He squeezed you tighter. “I know.” You released him from your embrace, looking at the ring again in your hand, and looking back at him. You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face, though tears were still wetting your cheeks.

“Don’t get sappy on me.” He whispered, bringing a hand to wipe the tears from your face.

You huffed, grinning. “You’re calling me sappy?”

Crosshair chuckled, a rare small smile gracing his face, his sharp features softening momentarily.

“Well, are you going to put it on me properly?” You asked. Crosshair’s smile turned signature sly smirk as he took the ring from you.

With a gentleness only he could show you, Crosshair took your hand, sliding the ring on your finger.

It fit perfectly.

“Does anyone know?” You wondered, admiring how it looked, happiness flooding your entire being.

“Wrecker knows. Which means everyone does since he can’t keep a secret.”

You laughed as you leaned against him, both of you looking back at the sky, the sun now almost completely set. You placed your newly ringed hand on his thigh, his own hand covering yours.

You continued to sit silently, the last rays of light fading beyond the horizon. Nothing more needed to be said.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

@wanderer-six @pb-jellybeans

#Crosshair #crosshair tbb #crosshair x reader #crosshair tbb x reader #crosshair x you #starrycatwrites #the bad batch #The bad batch x reader #The bad batch fanfiction

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villainsimpqueen · 24 days

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Echos in Paradise Lost

Adam x Reader x Eve

reader is intersex

(My fics are 18+)

(Also there was fan comic of adam holding baby cain which i wanted to use for this chapters cover but i couldnt find it. I just know it had Adam saying "Your my paradise now" To baby cain and I- 🥺🥺😭😭💗💗 I cant believe i didmt save it. I know i saw it somewhere...)

Chapter seven

Months continued to draw by and each one Adam had became very devoted to Eve's care and health.

Each month his loving life blessed him with the image of life growing inside of her as your stomach grew larger and larger.

With each month passed his wife became more demanding of him, requesting him to hunt certain animals no matter how dangerous they could be for him to strike down with his spear. A nasty five line scar on his side healed by her soothing salves was proof of that when she demanded to have a bear for a super and next day's meal.

Bruises coloring his backside from when he fell from a tree when Eve whined to him for wanting only the highest fruit as they tasted the sweetest.

She would even wake him from his deepest slumber in the night, wanting him to leave the warmth of their caved home to gather honey from sleeping bees.

He would grumble in blooming annoyance or her demands but then seeing the image of her placing her hands to rest on her swollen abdomen that carried a growing child with her soft glowy face as she whined for whatever it was she so desperately needed him to gather or hunt would make his eyes soften and mood shift to a serving one.

He began waking up earlier as well way before morning's light, not because he had too but simply because he wanted to. He liked the peace he had in the morning where he could lay beside his beloved wife and watch the fire's light dance on her glowing features as she laid beside him.

She had this glow to her skin, and a shine to her hair that had formed shortly after the ball of life in her stomach had started glowing. Her gentle features became even softer as she slept beside him. He loved waking up to simply admire her and her beauty, before he would get up to find her a filling meal for the day.

This part of her pregnancy had brought a simple joy to Adam as he carefully prodged over her swollen stomach before laying a hand on there holding his breath for a moment before he felt the ball of life inside of his wife kick back at his hand. A hush chuckle left him as he pressed his fingers into Eve's stomach feeling the little ones kicking against them.

The little one had started this development months ago, For eve had been the one to so eagerly show him when the first kicks had started. It wasn't long until she had later told him that sometimes the little ones kicking had hurt.

He wondered how long until they could meet Eves and Your little one.

Adam watched as his wifes sleeping face contorted a murmured groan from her lips made him feel guilty as he softly rubbed at her stomach in apology for riling up the little one from its slumber. He moved to his hands and knees softly kissing her stomach before moving up to kiss her cheek before climbing away from their furred bed making sure she was securely covered in the thickest of blankets before getting up for the day.

Adam had gotten up early gathering his spear strapping it onto his back with a leather strap Eve had made for him and gathering a woven bag from his wife's hands tie8ng it to his person.

His wifes soft snores hitting his ears as he turned to watch her sleep, furred blankets bundled around her tightly and some even folded under her stomach cushioning it more from the lower blankets that covered the floor.

He had stopped in his movements to simply watch her breath and exhale in her sleep, sometimes he allowed his mind to play tricks with him.

To picture you sleeping beside her, arms curled from behind her, your face buried into the back of her shoulder.

You would have your arm protectively placed on her stomach protecting the ball of life inside your shared beloved wife. How you open your e/c eyes to look at him tiredly seeing if he would request your help in his hunting.

He would have requested you to tend to Eve.

Adam shook his head allowing himself to smile fondly at his wife before quietly leaving the cave, heading down to where the air changed tasting of salt and became more breezy, where the forest changed to wide open meadows to golden sandy beaches.

Being on earth allowed them both to learn of new things, like new bodies of water that opened up to new food possibilities.

The sound of soothing crashing waves would wash up the beat tasting morsels if you awoke right before the sun just as the first light was peaking on the land.

He enjoyed mornings like this, where the sky was painted of bright colors and the soothing sound of the washing waves calmed any quells in his soul. He moved down to the wetten sand using his spear to move the sand as the waves washed around it and his feet, as his spear hit softly against what he was searching for he tipped it causing the two shelled creatures to fly from its buried state. He bent over gathering the clam and dropping it into his wifes woven basket before continuing on to gather more.

He would also gather bunches of washed up seaweed for his wife to make soothing salves with and store for when they needed to apply it to wounds or to ichy or sun dried skin, more for his sake than hers.

He also gathered a few pretty shells for Eve,seeing as his wife had liked making new things she calls necklaces and ear prettys.

He had thought them to be ridiculous at first but as she made some and excitedly showed him her small collection she made for himself, he found himself taking time to find pretty stones, rocks and shells to take to Eve for her necklaces and ear prettys.

He reached a spot on the beach that was covered in large stones, a small area having a rocky fire pit he had built with a giant clay bowl he had Eve make for him a few days ago. He had not explained why despite her confusion, not because he didn't feel the need too, he simply had not wanted to excite his wife to lead to disappointment if he was wrong.

He wondered what made his and Eves hair so stiff and their clothes as well when they left the Beaches waters.

Then

Days ago he had found dead fish on the beach,far from the water, stiff and crystallized, but it did not seem like sand had made it so stiff and crunchy, the meat seemed almost safe to eat, had it not been for how unsure he was of it being dead, or what could have possibly ate half of it before he had found it…

so he had Eve make a bowl for him, after he built this fire pit on the beach, he had carried it to the beach and filled it with the salty tasting water and set it over a low flame and left it for days to slowly cook and boil the water.

As he now five days later approached the pit he could see the smoke of a dying fire as he neared it, hoping that his thoughts were correct as he neared the smoldering clay pot, he crouched down beside it moving the branches he set on top to keep it covered and then the large dried withered leaves and peered down inside.

The brown oranged clay cowl was covered in white crystals all around, not at all like the sand in the beaches. He moved a stone carved blade from his robes folds and scraped it against the white crystals watching how easily they crumbled under his blade, he worked carefully scraping it all around the bowl, crunching them until it was a sandy powder. With a curious look he gathered his blade and brought it up to his face, eyeing it carefully before forking out his tongue to lick at the powder.

Its sharpening bitter tangy and salty taste melted on his tongue much too quickly for him to adjust to it, making him sputter and choke as his eyes watered. It was far stronger than the beach's waters and he turned his head far from the clay bowl to spit out the taste from his lips. Despite his clear disgust at the over sensitivity of taste, excitement had filled Adam as his next actions was to cut leather from his robing to place the powdery sand in its middle and bunch the leather around it tying it shut with a thin strap before placing the pouch into the folds of his robes.

He gathered bowl carrying it back to the waving sea filling of its salty waters and back to the pit, filling it more with wood from the forest he had piled beside it days ago he brought the beach pit to flames once more and left it to gather more large leaves to place on top of the bowl to cover it shut and place wooden logs on top to keep the leaved weighed down and in place.

Once he had finished he moved on down the rocks that entered the beach's waters, then he gathered more taste morsels to fill Eve's woven basket up with them.

By the start of noon, Adam was heading back to their caved home. His excitement of the new powdery discovery died as he approached hearing loud piercing shrills of something so tenderly pathetic.

He pulled open the log door looking inside to find the blankets of their furred bed in disarray, small movement from it as the shrills came from it, but his attention was brought to all the red that stained the blankets, smeared across the cave floor in puddles to a back wall where his scratching eyes finally landed on his wife.

Eve cowardly went to the wall, her hair a mess and clung to her in sweat, her soft sobs wracking her body as she held her knees with bloodied hands, a pool of blood surrounding her.

He approached her first in concern, falling to his knees in front of her, unbothered by the blood that soiled them as he reached his hands to her.

“Eve.” He spoke softly as he tried to reach her only to watch and she coward away from him, her honey eyes opening in panic

“Halt!” She spoke sharply, causing him to father as he stared at her tear stained face.

"Verily, I am tainted, Adam. To lay thy hand upon me would but deepen thy damnation.” She sobbing out in gentle wails as she moved away from him. Though Adam did not understand as he looked upon her, she was covered in blood, so much of it, but she was as she always was, she had no resemblance of a snake. He cupped her cheeks wiping her tears with the pads of his roughen thumbs.

"I discern no impurity, but rather concern for thy well-being. Art thou injured?” He asked as his eyes moved to the puddle of blood she sat in with worry.

"To heal this affliction, might salves offer solace to thy wound?”

His eyes moved to meet Honeyed gold ones that wavered at him, tears falling from their glow but Eve's did not part to tell him what to do. Another high pitched shrill from behind him echoed amongst the cave walls, making him turn his head to the messy array of blankets, he moved to stand to head towards it when bloodied hands grabbed at his wrist.

"Prithee, do not, for at the sight thereof, thou shalt deem me unclean, and thus depart. I beseech thee, stay, and forsake me not.” Eve begged, Adam had turned his head to take in her fearful gaze at him, and yet another wail from the blankets gathered his attention as he took his wrist from his and neared the furrs, carefully going on his knees he moved the blankets from the small moving thing and then revolted backwards as he stared into the image of the ball of life he had cherished in his wifes stomach hours before.

It was not of you at all.

Its skin is unlike the three of you all together.

Bright red circles burned into its cheeks and eyes open like the snake that had sired it.

Adam felt disgust move through him as the little fein had an extra limb that moved like a body of a serpent coiling around its one little legs.

He could hear Eves sobbing behind him, as he turned his head from the little snake in front of him. Its wails echoing over his beloved's wifes sobs and echoing through the cave's walls.

And yet, he did not get up and leave.

He forced himself to turn back to stare at the little feinds moving towards it and picking it up in a blanket staring down at it, watching how it's yellowed slit eyes morphed to a soft wonderfully familiar e/c. The red cheeks dullen and its inhuman skin changed to a soft light s/c tone. It's the blackened nose of a goat morphing into a soft human like one mimicking your own, The tail wrapped around its leg fading from sight as it looked up at him and cried, wailing for attention and comfort.

Adam turned his head again, closing his stinging eyes, his chest aching with pain and sorrow.

Not even a few hours alive and it has already lied and played tricks like its true sire.

already a true snake.

And yet Adam did not drop the small thing in disgust. Did not find it in his heart to hate it like he had with its true father, he looked into those little e/c eyes with tears stinging his own as he moved a gentle finger to trace at its small nose it falsified to look like yours, before moving his hand down where little fingers wrapped around it. The little thing stopped all its wailing and stared up at him with gentle soft noises, soft coos of sweetness.

"Let us bestow upon him a noble name, one befitting his worth.” Adams words hit Eves as she looked up seeing her husband turn to him, the snake wrapped in her husband's arms in the tormenting image it too hard played on her. She looked up at Adam in astoundment, taking in how watery his blazing eyes looked as he looked back down to the snake's sired son.

"Doth thou desire to bestow upon it a name?” She asked her husband dumbfoundment in her tone with disbelief, he couldn't possibly be so forgiving…

He stared at its little e/c eyes and even though they pained him so, knowing that they were not the little things true eyes, he could not find hatred as he stared into them.

Because he could hear you, as if you were beside him with a hand on his arm, as if your gaze was on the little deceiver as well.

Yet so adoringly for the child had come from your shared wife and that was all that concerned you, for you would not care if it was not your sired child. For you would see it as your own, like you would for any of his that came from another, simply because you'd see any bastard child of theirs as innocent deserving your love and protection.

“No matter the outcome, love them as if they are mine own, As thine own, and thou shalt always feel my love beside thee.”

And he did.

His sourching eyes moved to dumbfounded honey ones as a weak smile bit his face and the tears he held back finally fell down his own cheeks, Forgiveness and love so strongly in Adams eyes as he gazed on her lovingly once again looking past her sins and hurt she brought to him.

"Why, prithee, would I be cruel to withhold a name from our very own son?”

And she cried, knowing that Earth was no true punishment for her, it was simply the pain she would bring to You and Adam and having to watch you both accept it and her regardless, and the child was simply a forever reminder of it.

Cain.

That was the Name bestowed on his first son. And learning to be a father and a mother to the small son was an experience Adam and Eve found themselves thrown into, for the little one wailed almost all of the time. Screaming for comfort, for food, for whatever it was that it wailed for almost at all hours of the day and worst in the night.

Both grew envious of the other when one was able to escape the childs never stopping wails to either gather, or hunt, to wash in the stream, or simply needing to get away for a few minutes.

Eve had been away, towards the creek to wash herself in desperation, She was too worried to speak to her husband, too worried if he would finally look upon her in disgust seeing that she was truly impure.

Sharp pains dug into her making her cry out as she washed the never ending blood that seeped from her legs.

The pain was similar to when she had birthed Cain into existence but this time there was no child's head finding its way from her legs. She sat on knees and cried, she did not understand why she was bleeding.

She only felt shame and a need to make sure Adam never found out that she bleeds for no child.

She sobbed as she walked into the creek sitting down in its cold waters letting it soothe her burning body.

she weeped as she glared at the abandoning heavens, wondering why they must punish her so harshly. A bitterness towards heaven growing thicker, she had joined Adam with his prayers to the benevolent heavens, which they still did not speak to them anymore.

Now she was experiencing a pain of no other in her own womb and it weeped out painful red tears down her legs and into the creek's waters.

The heavens gates turned their backs onto them and she will not forgive them.

Eve let out a bitter snarl at a sharp pain that stabbed into her lower back bringing her discomfort.

She had no need to praise cruel beings of her prayers, and she will not utter them a single one for as long as she suffers from childless bleeding.

She washed herself clean as best as she could, the pains dulling from the soothness that came from the creek. She washed her clothes of the blood letting them dry in the breeze and sun before going back to relax in the chilled cold waters. She only left it again when her skin was running and pulled on her mostly dried clothing. She was unsure what to do about her new bleeding problem, how she would hide the blood that wanted to run down her legs.

She walked towards the cave that was their home holding her stomach in slight pain as she wondered how she would possibly hide this from Adam.

hide her shame.

Her eyes stung with bitter anger as she rubbed them harshly from tears she did not want to shed as she stomped through the trail back to the cave. Until a soft breeze moved past her and what felt as a gentle hand across her back made her pause as the wind blew softly again and soft feeling fingers turned her head to the side, something white and puffy swayed into the grass catching her attention. Bundles of the puffy flowers swayed in the blowing wind letting her near and crouch down slowly to them. Her hands softly plucking some up feeling how bouncy and soft the white flowers were…

The wind blew again and that feeling of a softly hand grasping her shoulder made her jump as she turned back, facing back towards the creek. She sat there unsure as she spent so much time away knowing that Adam must be going crazy by little Cain's external crying. But the next gentle breeze coaxed her back to the creek where she stared at its cool waters and the bundle of white flowers in her hands.

Then she wondered if they could hold water.

She moved to the creek plunging them in watching how the white flowers swelled thickly and when she lifted them by their wilting stems she watched how they dripped.

The flower heads had tripled in size from the water giving Eve a strong idea.

She could sew leather together like a pouch and stuff the leather with as many fluffy flowers as needed until she stops bleeding.

She stopped as her excitement for the solution of her problem faded.

She would stop bleeding right?

A thought that had worried her as she went back to gather as much of those white fluffy flowers as she could.

Adam sat outside of the cave trying to carve a new blade with Cain snuggled to blankets between his crossed legs. The child kept crying, bringing Adam to quick frustration as the small thing had already been fed, changed to new blankets and was being held safe in his protection and yet that did not seem to please the selfish thing. His temper grew as each small wail chipped away at his patients, he threw the blade he tried working onto his side as he drugged his tired face into his hands letting out a frustrated yell into them of his own.

"Pray, wilt thou ever cease thy incessant prattle?!” He yelled in frustration moving his fingers to glare at the child in his lap only to met with silence, and wide hurt tear stained e/c looking up at him small sniffles leaving the small thing bringing immense guilt to Adams chest, he moved his hands from his face to carefully run fingers across his sons cheeks wiping the tears.

"Forgive me...Forgive me... Thou art fresh and diminutive... 'Tis unjust of me to berate thee for thine innocence and youth…” He whispered to his small son, watching how his little fingers moved to grab at his own and he allowed the small thing too.

Adam stared at his son silently watching him, before letting out a weak little chuckle as the small thing tried eating his finger.

"They would have cherished thee beyond measure…” He whispered, watching how those e/c little eyes moved to look up into his own, making him out softly in agreement to his last statement.

"Aye, thou hast another akin to us, little one... A…” Adam paused as he did not know what you would be to little cain..He did not want to tarnish your image with wrongful words. He did not know of any words that would fit you, for you were both a mother and father to Cain and choosing one or the other seemed wrong to do so, and thus Adam decided he would create a word for you, to honor your image.

“A parent, Your parent Y/n” He softly spoke as little Cain let out a soft coo upwards at him making him smile at his son.

"They may not be present in flesh, but their spirit resides within.” He whispered as he moved his finger from Cain's mouth to poke at the small things chest causing the child to let out a smaller squill, his little hands moving to take back his fathers larger finger. Adam chuckled pausing stiffly as a warm gentle hand touched his shoulder making him turn hisneyes away from his son and into the warm honeyed ones of his wife Eve.

She sat beside him leaning onto his shoulder looking at Cain, her fingers moving through the childs mimicking h/c locs.

"They were always filled with boundless affection for thee, my dear Cain. Their utmost desire was thy happiness, to witness joyous smiles upon thy visage.” His wife spoke of you softly warming his soul as he smiled at her fondly before looking at his son.

They spent the evening talking, telling his son memories they shared of you, until the little one finally fell into a peaceful sleep letting both them fall into one too under the warm sunny day until hours later they woke to the starry night sky and watched it before taking themselves and cain to bed.

Cain's first steps were a tremendous day, As it had been at the beach with His father and mother playing in the sand with him. The small toddler coos and makes noises of delight each time His mother and Father handed him seashells to add to the sand pile he was patting high.

Adam and Eve had sat merely a foot away from him, his mother resting her head on his fathers shoulder, her hands resting on a starting to swell belly.

"Dearest, might I beseech thee for some clams this eve?” Eve softly requested and Adam let out a small noise.

“"Do they not bring upon thee discomfort come the morrow?” He softly questioned her as he took his gaze away from Cain's play to her. Eve scrunched up her face at him, crossing her arms as she stared at him.

“They doth not.” She huffs more in trying to convince herself than him making Adams lips twitch upwards softly before letting another sigh pressing his lips to her forehead before moving up. He swore his wife did not care of her well-being sometimes as he moved to the water kicking the sand with his feet to gather the shelled creatures that she craved for tonight's supper.

That he will later have to pry open for her and cain to happily eat.

“Adam..” Eve soft voice did not register as he focused well on his given task.

“Husband! Adam seek!” Eve shouted louder but as if not to startle one as she watched as Cain wobbly tried to stand up. Her eyes moved from.her child to Adam who had not turned, finding herself frustrated but in a panic to get her husband to see the wonderpus thing their little cain was doing. Her eyes fell to a shell near Cain's foot and she carefully leaned taking it as to not startle the little cain before pulling away.

Her eyes glued to the childs chunky littles wobbles as he bent them, starting to wobble and push upwards to stand. Hsr hands shook, hesitating to grab the small child to help or to pull away to not hinder her son's attempts.

She looked back at Adam before pulling her arm back before thrusting it forward, feeling the shell leave her palm and into the air for a short while before it nailed her husband right in the back. She heard a yelp leave him making her bite her tongue to not dispel into laughter that would startle young Cain and make him fall, who now was fully standing with a slight wobble. Her eyes darted to see Adam turning before he too froze, eyes widening causing her to snap her own gaze back to cain.

The child cooed as he shuffled slightly trying to turn his small body around with the dragging of his feet before he faced Adams' direction. A delighted shrill leaves the small boy as he stumbles forwards making Eve yelp to push on her knees to grab him only for him to land on his foot and wobbly fall again to his other.

Eve rose her hands shaking them as she let out noises of excitement of her own watching Cain take his precious first steps cooing with delight as his wobby arms failed into the air with each small step he took towards his father. Her eyes darted to Adam who had a wide grin on his face as he moved closer to his son getting on his knees holding his arms out to Cain who cooed delightedly to take stumbling steps until he fell forward into his fathers arms.

Over joyment filled Adams face as he bounced to his feet holding Cain in hisnarms pure bright laughter leaving her husband brightly.

“He walks! He walks!” Adam hollered in pride as he spun little cain around in his arms his eyes finding hers as she found to her feet, moving to her to wrap one of his arms around her pressing his lips to her in silent cheer before pulling away cheering with little cains delighted squeals as he lifts his son into the air.

"Hark! My son doth tread upon his own two feet!” He screams to the ignoring heavens showing them his pride and enjoyment that they ignored.

Unbeknownst that one hidden away weeped silent tears of joy in an endless slumber.

chp 8

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queenshelby · 8 months

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 35: SAY MY NAME

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

In the soft light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Cillian stretched out luxuriously beside you, his naked form accentuated by the warm sunlight. The tangible sense of contentment between you both permeated the room.

"Good morning, babe," Cillian greeted you, his eyes twinkling with joy as he looked at you. He finally had you back, with him, and waking up next to you was one of his favourite moments of the day.

"Good morning," you replied, smiling and cuddling up to him.

The warmth of his body next to yours provided comfort and security. Gently, you wrapped your arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Cillian responded by threading his fingers through your hair, and you could feel the love and affection radiating from him.

"What do you think about breakfast in bed?" he asked, knowing that this was your favourite way to start the day. The thought of spending the morning together was invigorating, and the prospect of indulging in some intimate moments afterward excited you even more.

"Sounds perfect," you replied, kissing him gently on the lips. "But first..." you went on to say before running your hands through the hair on his chest. "Let me make love to you again," you went on to say, smiling playfully. "I need more of you." Cillian's face lit up with a smile, his eyes alight with joy. He drew you closer to him, pressing your naked bodies together.

"Anything for you, baby," he whispered, kissing you gently on the forehead. "We have plenty of time today. Nina won't get here until after school and I have nothing else planned," Cillian told you while you climbed on top of him and straddled him.

Your body quivered with anticipation, craving the feel of his touch. Cillian traced delicate patterns along your sides, eliciting gentle sighs from you. As his hand travelled downwards, it caressed your hip, slowly inching towards your core. When his fingers finally reached their destination, you gasped at the warmth they evoked. He teased you with the feather-like brush of his fingertips, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

You leaned forward, eagerly seeking more contact, wanting to be consumed by him. Cillian took this as a sign, his hands grasping your hips possessively, pulling you closer to him. Your breasts grazed against his chest, sending sparks of electricity racing through both of you. You let out a moan, your entire body aching for him to take control.

As his fingers began to work their magic, you arched your back, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy. Cillian watched your reaction carefully, taking note of every tiny change in your expression.

He found immense satisfaction in seeing the look of absolute pleasure that crossed your face when he reached the most sensitive parts of your body.

You moaned loudly, unable to contain your growing arousal. Cillian smiled up at you, revelling in the power he held over you, using his skilful touch to draw out your deepest desires.

"Sit on my cock, babe," he then told you huskily, his eyes burning with desire as he stared at you. You obeyed without hesitation, lowering yourself onto his hardness.

"God, you feel good Cillian," you moaned as he slid into you and, not losing any time, you began moving up and down on him right away.

With each thrust, Cillian's grip on your hips tightened, urging you on as you both reached new heights of passion.

The scent of your sweat mixed with his cologne filled the air, creating an atmosphere of intense arousal. Your moans and groans echoed throughout the room, heightening the sexual tension between you.

"I love watching you ride me like this," Cillian groaned, holding your hips in place as you continued to grind against him.

You glanced at him momentarily, your gaze full of desire. "And I love how much you enjoy this," you purred, your hands roaming across his chest. "It makes me feel so powerful," you moaned.

Cillian's eyes darkened with lust, his muscles tensed beneath your touch. "You are so damn sexy, babe," he replied, his voice thick with desire.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, encouraging you to keep riding him. Your body swayed rhythmically, meeting his movements with perfect syncopation. Every movement sent electric currents surging through your veins, making your heart race wildly.

You bit your lip, your eyes glazing over with arousal. You gripped Cillian's shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his skin, lost in the throes of passion until, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

It seemed as though someone was early, interrupting your erotic interlude at 8 o'clock, sharp.

"F**k!" Cillian cursed, his words laced with frustration as he hastily got dressed. The intrusion of an unexpected visitor had ruined the perfect momentum you both had been building, and now they were left dissatisfied and unfulfilled.

"I was so close to coming," you pouted while allowing yourself to fall back against the soft pillows on the bed. "It's such a shame we couldn't finish," you added regretfully.

Cillian moved closer to you, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your forehead tenderly.

"It's okay, baby. We can continue later," he consoled you, attempting to assuage your disappointment.

You buried your face in his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. His strong arms held you securely, offering solace amidst the disappointment just as the doorbell rang for a second time, prompting Cillian to get the door.

With a sigh, you pulled the covers up to your chin, feeling a mixture of longing and frustration.

***

When Cillian returned, he explained that Kit, his assistant, had arrived to discuss the promotion schedule for his new movie Oppenheimer.

"At eight o'clock? With no heads up whatsoever?" you asked Cillian, knowing that Kit was still there, sitting in his kitchen, probably sipping some coffee.

"She's here for work stuff Y/N. It is important," Cillian reminded you, attempting to console you.

"I know, but why did she have to come at this hour without first announcing herself?" you wondered aloud, still upset about the earlier interruption.

Cillian sighed, understanding your frustration. "Kit doesn't seem to understand personal boundaries," he admitted, running his fingers through his hair. "I'll talk to her about it later."

Feeling somewhat placated, you allowed Cillian to hold you close for a moment, kissing your forehead before offering you some coffee.

"Coffee sounds good, I will be out in a minute," you smiled, feeling grateful for small mercies.

Then, after quickly freshening up, you left the bedroom to join Cillian in the kitchen where his assistant, Kit, was already waiting.

Amidst the stark minimalism of the room, Kit sat casually, sipping from a large white ceramic mug. She didn't bother to rise or offer a greeting upon your entrance, which only served to irritate you further.

As you entered the kitchen, Cillian poured you a cup of steaming coffee and pulled you in for a quick kiss on the lips. You smiled gratefully, knowing that, despite the awkward situation, he would always try to make things better.

"So, tell me Y/N, how is school?" Kit asked in an attempt to break the ice, her tone sounding polite yet condescending.

"You mean the Gaiety?" you asked before answering her question. "I am finished with it," you told her, rolling your eyes internally.

"Fantastic. Congratulations. It's quite an achievement at twenty-three," Kit commented, her tone edged with mockery.

"Thank you," you replied, trying to ignore her subtle disdain before she brought up Cillian's upcoming 46th birthday and thereby mocking the age difference between you.

"For Cillian's birthday, we will all be heading to Cork, and I assume that you are coming as well now that you are back together?" Kit asked, gauging whether the relationship between you and Cillian was serious. "There is a band playing, covering some of Zappas songs but, I doubt that you would have heard of them. You are a little young to know about music like this," she then pointed out cautiously, perhaps testing if she could push the envelope of Cillian's patience.

"Well, I do listen to a variety of music," you retorted, slightly defensive. "And I most certainly have heard of Frank Zappa," you told her sternly just as Cillian intervened before the conversation could escalate any further. Cillian cleared his throat, visibly annoyed with Kit's tactless comments.

"Alright, let's talk about work Kit. I have things to do," he said firmly, redirecting the conversation back to business.

Kit nodded in agreement, turning her attention to the laptop open on the table, explaining the schedule to Cillian while scrolling through a document. Cillian agreed with her points and her suggestion when it came to engaging a wardrobe consultant.

"There are also the BAFTAs in two weeks. I booked a unit for us," she told him with a smirk, revealing she hadn't forgotten about the upcoming award show and pointed out the fact that her and Cillian would be sharing an apartment in London for the weekend.

"Oh, well, thanks for getting that sorted, Kit," Cillian responded, hiding his irritation at the mention of the shared accommodation before turning to you, trying to gauge your reaction.

You maintained a neutral expression, choosing not to acknowledge the implications of the comment. Instead, you focused on sipping your coffee, occasionally glancing around the minimalist kitchen, taking in the details.

Cillian, sensing the unease in the room, suggested they continue their discussion outside, and motioned towards the large window overlooking the city. "Let's step out and have our chat on the balcony," he proposed calmly.

Kit stood up from her seat, collecting her things, and followed Cillian to the balcony.

Once outside, she immediately launched into a detailed explanation of her strategy for the promotional tour of Oppenheimer.

Cillian listened intently, occasionally nodding or asking questions to clarify certain aspects. However, the entire time, you could sense the tension simmering between the two of them, an undercurrent of resentment and competitiveness that threatened to boil over.

Kit's presence loomed heavily over the conversation, casting a shadow on the otherwise pleasant day.

Despite Cillian's best efforts to focus on work, Kit remained determined to take every opportunity to needle you and Cillian was nothing but oblivious about it and it wasn't until she left that you confronted Cillian about his assistant's behavior when he tried to continue where you had left off.

***

"Cillian, I don't want to complain, but I think it's important for you to see how Kit acts around me. How can you not see that she is in love with you?" you confided while pulling away from him, feeling a mix of anger and hurt.

Cillian looked deeply into your eyes, trying to comprehend your point. "Kit has worked for me for years Y/N. She is not in love with me," Cillian told you again while cupping your face.

"You are being naive. Despite, you slept with her and how am I supposed to be certain that this won't happen again when you are in London with her, for the BAFTAs?" you asked, worrying about Cillian spending time with Kit alone as you didn't trust her intentions.

Cillian took a deep breath, looking into your eyes as he struggled to find the right words. "Kit and I had sex once and it won't happen again. I felt broken and I was rather drunk, so drunk that, I didn't... never mind," he reassured you gently, not finishing his sentence.

"You didn't what?" you asked, genuinely confused by his incomplete statement.

"The entire time we had sex, I didn't think about her," Cillian repeated, shaking his head, avoiding eye contact. "I thought about you and I may have said your name too, which probably irritated her quite a bit," Cillian admitted with great embarrassment.

You leaned closer, gripping his hand tightly, your eyes searching his face. "Okay, so what you're saying is that it was a one-time thing, driven by loneliness and alcohol, because of you missing me?" you chuckled and Cillian nodded reluctantly.

"I fucking love you, Y/N and knowing that I can have you makes not want anyone else. Despite, I already asked Kit to book another flight for you as I really want you to come to the award ceremony with me. I hate events like this and you being there would make me feel much better," Cillian pleaded, his voice soft and tender.

"Hmm, okay...fine..." you smiled warmly, touched by his vulnerability and honesty.

"So, you are coming to the BAFTAs with me?" Cillian asked, unable to hide his excitement.

"Yes, if it means that much to you," you smiled, feeling the warmth of his smile spread across your face.

"It does," Cillian affirmed, reaching for your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"But now, should we continue where we had left off?" Cillian asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Definitely," you nodded, smiling at the prospect of exploring the passion that lay beneath the surface.

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philistiniphagottini · 2 months

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I’m trying not be everywhere but I really need to just spill my thoughts somewhere. And where better then here? I’ve been listening to old classics, like frank Sinatra, Elvis, Fats Domino, (which I recommend “blueberry hill” from) and some others but I’ve been listening to “Aline by Christophe” and I’m just imagining slow dancing with your fav (not really specifying, you can write for whoever, basically surprise me😭) while they whisper sweet nothings into your ear. The radio/jukebox being muffled in the background while you both focus on each other in the moment. Lowkey thinking about that makes me tear up for some reason-😭 man I’ve just been sending fluff or angst💀 which I would like to apologize for if thats not what you are in the mood to write😭

-💧

I love listening to music so if you have any more suggestions, I am all ears. (I'm going to check out the ones you already mentioned in this post) So many characters jumped to mind for this prompt but I decided to go with Welt Yang ((sorry if you don't know him)) because a few other characters I thought of I kind of hurt myself with thinking about because they would have been so angsty. Fluffy but angsty. Anyways, thanks for the prompt enjoy being basically an old, married couple with Welt :)

It was late at night when you decided to tinker with the phonograph nestled in the passenger car of the Astral Express. The rest of the crew had gone to bed ages ago, save you and your life partner, Welt. You didn’t even hear the familiar, adorable footsteps of the Train’s Conductor who usually roamed the halls at night to make sure every one was asleep. Alas, it was peacefully silent, yet you wanted a little noise to fill the void.

You continued to toggle through the vast amounts of records kept on the beloved phonograph, your eyes narrowed in concentration as you tried to find one that you would enjoy. Something soft, not too loud, lest you risk waking the other passengers. A small sigh blew past your lips. You didn’t even recognise half these songs. Where were all the old classics? Like Sinatra or Elvis? You shook your head. You were going to have to teach the youngsters around here about the meaning of your impeccable tastes. As you continued to scroll, your finger abruptly paused over the button when the name of a familiar song flashed by. A smile lit up your features as your finger hovered over the play button. When you pushed the button, the phonograph hummed to life, loading the record as the needle lowered to the disc and it slowly begun to spin.

You turned around as the soft tune started to fill the air, injecting the silence with a little bit of life. Welt’s ears perked up at the familiar melody gracing his ears and his head immediately picked up. His eyes were focused on you as you waltzed across the room, only stopping once you were standing in front of the chair he was currently sitting in. A playfully smile tugged at your lips, your eyes sparkling like stars as you held your hand out to him.

"May I have this dance, Mr. Yang?" you asked.

You wriggled your fingers in front of his face, trying to entice him further. A smile tilted the older gentleman’s lips as he reached for your hand. His touch was gentle as your fingers intertwined and he leaned forward, placing his lips upon the delicate skin of your knuckles. You chuckled softly, your pulse jumping under the press of his mouth. Welt peered up at you behind the thick rim of his glasses, his eyes holding a fond warmth for you.

"You may" he murmured into your skin, his breath ghosting over your skin and sending goosebumps prickling along your arms.

With a graceful smile you pulled your partner to his feet, making him leave his walking stick behind as you continued to pull him to the middle of the train cart. The hum of the train’s engine was barely audible over the music, the lights dimmed as the Astral Express continued to glide across the vast sea of stars in the deepest reaches of space. It was the perfect setting to accompany you both, along with the old and familiar tune. You squealed as Welt suddenly spun you around, lifting his arm high above your head as you twirled before collapsing into his open arms. Your stomach erupted with butterflies, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest as you wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders. Welt’s hands came to politely rest high on your waist; hands steady on your hips as you slowly swayed to the beat.

This song stirred so many memories, the lyrics reminding you of days that had long passed. You softly hummed along to the tune, your eyes never once straying from your partner’s as you gently stepped in time to the slow, melodic beat. Your fingers walked along the seam of his coat, flicking at the small specks of lint that clung to the material as a warm noise of content stirred in the back of your throat. When was the last time you had danced like this?

"Do you remember when we first heard this song?" you asked.

A soft hum stirred in Welt’s throat and you could see the twinkle of recognition in his eyes. His thumbs brushed along your hip bones as he stared down at you with lidded eyes, the memories that jumped to the forefront of his mind still so fresh that he could have sworn that they only happened yesterday. He smiled fondly at the memory.

"Your hair was a little longer back then" he replied.

One of his hands left your waist, his large palm coming to gently rest on your face and cup your warm cheek. Wisps of your hair curled around the tips of his fingers as he tucked a few loose strands behind your ear, his voice barely above a breathy whisper as he continued to recall.

"We took that long walk along the beach. I still remember the way the moonlight shone through your clothes."

"Do you mean after I took them off?" you responded with a devious smirk.

You jumped in his grasp when his fingers roughly pinched your hip in retaliation, causing your body to press further against his. A warm laugh bubbled up his throat as his arms wrapped around your waist, large hands brushing against the small of your back to usher you closer. You pouted up at him, arms coiling around his neck as you continued to dance among the stars. You nuzzled the tip of your nose against his cheek as you took a deep breath, the familiar scent of his cologne curling in your lungs and making your head feel a little giddy.

"We spent hours there, among the sand and the stars" you quietly added.

"I thought that night would never end" Welt mumbled, his hot breath fanning across your cheek.

You tipped your head back, your lips ghosting over his when you spoke.

"I didn’t want it to" you admitted.

"Nor did I, my dear."

You could feel a constellation of tears clinging to the edges of your lashes as a lump formed in your throat. Stars above, how did you ever manage to meet such a beautiful man such as him. You were on the verge of tears, ready to burst apart at the seams as your heart swelled with pure affection for the man you held so tightly in your arms. The music from the phonogram faded into the distance, silence permeating the air once more as you and Welt continued to dance. Minutes seemed to stretch on for hour, the warmth of Welt’s embrace tempting you to stay, silently pleading for you to never let go. You both stopped dancing when the time felt right, your chest feeling light as you stepped back. You sniffled loudly, wiping your fingers under your eyes to brush away the tears that clung to the corners of your vision.

"Okay, this reminiscing is making me all teary eyed. I think it’s time we turned in for the night. Come on Grandpa, time to get you into bed."

Welt chuckled as he quirked a bemused eyebrow at you. "Grandpa? Come now, I’m not that old."

"You have grey hairs" you retorted.

"And so do you."

You huffed loudly, a sad pout tugging at your lips. Welt adored the look and he couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around you again, his lips brushing against your face to try and ease the tension from it.

"Come now love, you’re still as beautiful as the day I met you."

You hummed at his words, leaning into his touch as your body started to relax. "I see you haven’t lost your charm."

Welt smiled as he kissed your forehead, the gesture holding more affection than words could ever comprehend.

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literallyjustanerd · 7 days

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how about some codywan aftercare? Yk the softness as they calm down and just sorta look at each other smiling

This one got me feeling things. Thank you so much for the prompt, I really enjoyed writing this one! Hope you enjoy reading it, too.

The Galaxy Can Wait (Codywan fluff)

Word Count: 836

A quiet moment of reflection after a night spent together, in the space before they have to return to their duties.

It’s these moments that Obi-Wan cherishes the most. The after, the quiet. The languid, drifting calm once they’ve both been brought over the edge and into the abyss beyond, where time is stretched long and their world is made blissfully small. Small enough that its width and breadth are filled entirely by only their panting breaths and gentle, seeking hands. Small enough that the galaxy outside ceases to exist, or rather, that the entire galaxy is reworked, reshaped to fit wholly within one man. A smile coaxes Obi-Wan’s mouth upward, buoyed by a pooling warmth in his chest, as Cody presses a kiss to his forehead.

“Thank you,” Cody murmurs, lips dragging against sweat-slicked skin, speaking the words like a prayer. Always reverent, like Obi-Wan is a precious thing, something sacred. A hand slides up Obi-Wan’s bicep, and he shudders involuntarily, his skin oversensitive, nerves still raw. A soft wave of pleasure laps at his spine, meagre compared to the crashing tide that he had just ridden out. Cody’s touch continues upward, to brush locks of dampened hair behind Obi-Wan’s pinked ears.

“Feel so good. Perfect.” He’s heavy, boneless, long since collapsed atop Obi-Wan’s chest to bask in his afterglow. Obi-Wan’s back arches, just to feel the weight over him, just to savour the feeling of being so completely surrounded. Enveloped. Safe. The Force is thrumming, purring at the edges of his consciousness, all sweet and syrupy and snug. And swaddled in it all, right at its core, is Cody.

Cody, who he can always feel in the Force like a lit flare on the horizon to guide a lost traveller home, like a brilliant, gleaming sunburst parting the clouds after a storm. Cody, who leads their men with a fierceness and dedication that leave Obi-Wan breathless with awe. Cody, who is always strong, always unshakeable, who has never once let his general nor his brothers down when they need him.

Cody, who right now, is thoroughly blissed-out, love drunk and downright giddy.

“You weren’t half-bad yourself, darling,” Obi-Wan quips, and Cody laughs, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep in his throat.

This is why Obi-Wan holds these moments so dearly, keeps them so carefully folded away in the deepest vaults of his heart. It’s a privilege he does not take lightly, to be the one who gets to see Cody like this, stripped bare of his usual decorum, open and vulnerable and allowing himself to be truly cared for. Tenderly, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand, laying it against Cody’s cheek, the tips of his fingers grazing against the dark curls at his temple. Cody presses into the touch, turning his head to kiss the flat of Obi-Wan’s bony palm. He grins, broad and indulgent, creasing the scar at the corner of his eye. Obi-Wan can’t help grinning back, nor can he help the accompanying ache in his chest. He’s struck with a sudden certainty that nothing in the galaxy could make him break their gaze, not when it feels this pure, this holy.

“You have such a gorgeous smile, love,” he says, the words slipping free just as the thought floats to the surface. In any other moment, such a sentiment would have Cody rolling his eyes, masking his sheepishness with a quip about flattery not earning him any special treatment. Now, though, without his usual defences, the words reach him fully, and he revels in them, his eyes shining, flecks of molten gold in amongst the rich brown.

“Love you so much,” he sighs dreamily, letting his fingers wander up to tangle in Obi-Wan’s hair. He finishes the thought with his lips against Obi-Wan’s neck, evidently too tired to keep his head upright any longer. “So beautiful, sound so pretty. Could listen to your voice all day, mesh’la.”

Eager to give him what he wants, Obi-Wan keeps talking. They speak softly of everything, of nothing at all. Traded promises and sweet nothings, nonsense that served no purpose more than keeping the world at bay a little longer and protecting the sanctity of the small, perfect universe they’ve created between their mingling breaths and tangled limbs. Cody’s head fits so perfectly in the space under Obi-Wan’s chin that when they’re inevitably parted, he will feel he’s lost a part of himself. Already, the light and sounds of dawn outside the temple window are beginning to seep in, a persistent reminder that a galaxy waits outside through thin walls, demanding their attention. Waiting to return them to their usual selves, governed by sense and reason and duty in all their bleak, cold glory.

For now, though, Obi-Wan turns his focus to the heat of Cody’s skin against his own. Fills his lungs with the feel of Cody tracing starmaps among the freckles on his pale chest. He threads his fingers into Cody’s cropped hair, imagining that he’s tethering the two of them together, and smiles at the soft hum he gets in response.

The galaxy can afford to wait just a few more minutes.

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mur-art · 6 months

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So Massachusetts tends to be protective of Virginia. Virginia was someone who at least *tried* to talk to him, even if he teased Massachusetts for taking the risks he did during the revolution.

The day Virginia catches on to how protective Massachusetts is is a rough day for Virginia, and Mass is trying to double check that he's alright.

Aww :) this is super cute ❤️

Hope you don't mind I wrote a fic inspired by this. (That turned out way longer than I planned lol)

I have no idea where I was going with this (probably not at all what you had in mind) but I hope you get something out of it anyway.

TL;DR Mass is a reckless shithead in battle, putting himself in danger and taking bullets like it ain't no thing, but the second Ginny gets hurt he changes his tune...

Content warning for battlefield injuries, questionable historical accuracy, and inconsistent characterization:

To Virginia, Massachusetts was many things: Smarter than he had any right to be, annoyingly outspoken about big ideas and yet painfully reserved when it came to sharing his deepest thoughts and fears. Filled with a deep, pent-up anger for the injustices of the world, yet bursting with an almost-naive hope that things could get better.

But above all, Massachusetts never missed a moment to be a completely reckless son-of-a-bitch. This was one of those moments. They were in the heat of yet another battle that wasn't going their way, losing ground quickly and actively being shot at, and the insufferable bastard still felt the urge to be a hero.

“Stay back!” Massachusetts cautioned Virginia. “I don't want you to get hurt.”

Virginia scowled, annoyed at the presumption that he couldn't hold his own in a battle. Yet, once he realized what Massachusetts was doing, he knew he needed to try to stop him for his own good.

Mass ran straight into the hail of gunfire, taunting the British soldiers, hurling insults about the questionable virtue of their mothers, their sisters, and even their dogs. He let loose a long string of curses that would've caused his Puritan forebears to rethink their decision to journey to America.

A bullet grazed his shoulder, but he barely winced. He just kept going, shouting and shooting at the soldiers, whose young faces wore a mix of confusion and fear. Virginia could see that they were hesitant to shoot again, but the officers in the back barked orders to keep on shooting. So the bullets kept flying.

Virginia tried his best to keep up with Massachusetts. The scene was chaotic, the air heavy with smoke and the choking scent of gunpowder. His own musket felt heavy on his shoulder, and his feet ached with blisters.

When Virginia caught a glimpse of Mass through the smoke, there was blood streaming down his face, from who-knows-where. Mass looked briefly back at Virginia and winked; his eyes glowing with pure maniacal rage.

Virginia realized in horror that Mass wouldn't back down, even though it was clear this was a losing battle, not until he had to physically be dragged off the battlefield with his body in pieces.

Virginia forgot what Mass had said, and lunged toward him, pleading for him to be rational, to back down just this once and live to fight another day, so that their cause could live another day.

Virginia got close enough to reach Mass’s sleeve, grabbing onto it with a desperate cry. Right at that moment, he felt a sharp, blinding pain in his head.

He instinctively reached up, and sucked in a deep breath when his fingers touched the sticky warmth of pooling blood.

Massachusetts turned around to look at him, and his face went pale with terror.

Suddenly Virginia was on the ground. Everything became a blur. He felt strong arms reaching down to pull him, heard a volley of musket fire, loud voices shouting…and then… nothing.

When he woke up, everything was quiet except for the sound of a gentle running creek and someone breathing heavily next to him.

He felt… safe.

Warm, familiar arms cradled his head. There was something applying pressure to his skull–a makeshift bandage made out of a shirt sleeve. Everything in his body ached, but his head hurt most of all. He realized that they were far from the battlefield now. Massachusetts must have transported him to some secluded area of the woods.

“Thank God you're awake,” Massachusetts whispered. “They shot ya, right in the head. You were dead. You died in my arms–I–”

His voice shook. “You dumb bastard. I told ya to stay back. You should've stayed back.”

“You were being so reckless; you were gonna go get us all killed!” Virginia protested, still breathless from his injury.

“I had it under control,” Mass muttered. He tore off another strip of his shirt with his teeth and fashioned it into a bandage. He gently applied it to Virginia’s wound. Through his one functional heavily-lidded and swollen eye, Virginia saw that Mass was crying.

He had never seen Massachusetts cry before.

Mass sniffed, wiping his face with what was left of his sleeve.

“I think your skull’ll grow back,” he said, as matter-of-factly as he could. “Might leave a scar, though.”

He kept running shaking fingers through Virginia’s hair– on the good side, where he still had hair, where he still had a head.

“Of all the dumb colonies–” Massachusetts muttered. “I can't lose you. Not like this. I’d never forgive myself for it–”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Virginia smiled as best he could with half his head gone. He'd survived starvation, disease, and even a hanging or two. But Mass didn't need to know all that. All that mattered was now, and their existential battle for existence as free colonies.

“I'm in it ‘til the end. No matter what.”

“No, you're gonna go home where you can't get hurt anymore.” Mass said in a breathless, pleading tone. “Please, Gin. I can't see you like this, knowing it's my fault. I can take the blows! I signed up for this, but you–”

“So did I! My name's on that Declaration of Independence, same as yours. We're all in this together!” Virginia insisted. “Don't go blaming yourself for this…” He gestured to his head.

Massachusetts frowned. “Please, just promise me you'll rest for a little while. Let yourself heal.”

“That I can do,” Virginia said, holding out his hand weakly. “But I'll be back. Mark my words; this country needs me to make sure your recklessness doesn't doom us all.”

“It takes one to know one,” Mass said, playfully shaking his hand.

–

After most of the bleeding had stopped, Mass took Virginia to a little seaside shack far away from the fighting.

Mass had a duty to his soldiers, but he made sure to come back at the end of each day to check on Virginia. In wartime, the power that kept personifications alive weakened, so he healed much slower than normal. He slipped in and out of consciousness, but the one constant was Massachusetts’s comforting presence. He came to tend the fire and bring fresh bandages, soup, and occasional hard spirits.

With enough water from the land’s healing springs and herbal poultices (and a little bit of magic), the injuries faded and Virginia began to heal. In time, the only reminder left was a scar.

Later, much later, when the Revolution was a distant memory, and another war loomed,Virginia would rub his fingers over the scar and remember a time when things between them were better.

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