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"im tired of living through major historical events" is now "dear lord please let me witness a high profile political assassination in the next 1-2 years. amen"

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Hey here's some free Sims games. Don't pay for digital media in this economy.

Sims 1

Sims 2

Sims 3

Sims 4

Here is also all non-PC sims games. As well as links to a variety of emulators:

PS2

PS3

XBOX

XBOX 360

PSP

DS

Wii

GameCube

Game Boy Advance/Other emulator

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Kakashi fic work rec

F2l

his hands. F2l

Kakashi, who has been avoiding his feelings for you, has a vivid nightmare and runs to you for comfort in the middle of the night. ♡

𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖

In a Relationship...

anbu kakashi in love with a non anbu member whos still a ninja

Kakashi coming home to his s/o after a long mission headcanons

Kakashi with an s/o that sucks at cooking but tries really hard HC

Kakashi with a short s/o Headcanons

HC for Kakashi cuddling his s/o when neither of them can sleep

Dates with Kakashi / Being with him  HCs

Kakashi coming home to his s/o after a long mission headcanons

Kakashi x reader [humourous] (Kakashi starting to like some of the same things as his s/o but refusing to admit it)

kakashi and itachi as husbands

boyfriend!kakashi headcanons

How Team 7 figures out Kakashi is Dating

HC for Kakashi’s s/o Kidnapped by Zabuza & Team 7 on Rescue Mission

Team 7: Kakashi imagine pt 1 in a relationship

Team 7: Kakashi imagine (pt2)

Hi! I love your writing! Can I request Kakashi and how he would propose to his long time partner?

How Kakashi, Genma, and iruka would react to reader staring at them while they're talkin

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ’ꜱ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ.

• The Morning After •

🔥

NSFW Alphabet Kakashi 🔥

• Bells and Balls •

NSFW Alphabet [Kakashi Hatake]

Alphabet Headcanons 🔥

As Close As Possible 🔥

nsfw headcanons for cockwarming Shisui?

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏ�� ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

Can we talk about babymaking sex with Kakashi though?

How Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, and Naruto fuck you after a long absence. W/ BONUS Jiraiya

That's What I Thought

Normal things that turn him on NSFW

baby blue dress — kakashi hatake x reader

• YEARNING •

Can I request a noncon Kakashi x virgin! reader?

fwb

Friends with Little Benefit f2l 🔥

fwb relationship but the baka develops feelings

Series

Glitch Masterlist

Just some fluff

reader likes to cuddle things when sleeping.

Hugging Kakashi :

Kissing Kakashi :

• Under Grey Skies •

• Knitted Heartstrings •

•| Right Now Is All We Have|•

• I Love You •

• Panacea •

Tummy touches

Kakashi Fluff Alphabet

nap time

kakashi <3

Kakashi, Iruka and Gai sleeping with them

Baby boyfriend

Konoha sensei’s with a s/o that loves giving and receiving plenty of kisses and cuddles.

Care // Kakashi x fem!reader

sleeping hcs for kakashi

"Your cuteness is making everyone stare, stop it."

Fluff

Sweet || Kakashi x Reader

A Kunai is Not a Knife

idk

Akatsuki!Kakashi

Tipsy Kakashi

𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Under The Skin – Content

Knowing

Revelation

Kakashi w/ a Civilian S/O

KAKASHI ASKING YOU OUT HEADCANONS

Mutual Pining

kissing to prove there's nothing there and there definitely is

Kakashi Finding Out You Read Icha-Icha:

Kakashi Finding out you Read Icha -Icha pt 2

caught in the middle (kind of)

Spilled the beans ||Kakashi x Reader

And If I Say It's You?

Angsty

“Not Alone” - Kakashi Hatake x reader (sfw)

we meet again

"It's okay to cry."

Kakashi is torn between promise made to an old friend and one made to the love of his life..

Anbu

Alone With You (ANBU!Kakashi x Reader)

anbu kakashi in love with a non anbu member whos still a ninja

ANBU!Kakashi x f!reader

Dad!Kakashi

here

Satisfied | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

[12:16AM] Hatake Kakashi

Pakkun knows it's time. Has felt it coming for a long while, now.

Bathe Me [Kakashi Hatake]

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jiraiya | breadcrumbs nsfw. it’s a situationship but the good kind, i wanted to thank @actuallysaiyan for writing all those prompts. also the gif 🥵

he groans, crosses out the line that’s lived for only three seconds, the words dancing around his eyes, mocking him. he’s the renown author of the Icha Icha series. he can write, move his audience with his captivating comedy and well timed eruptions of emotions. but this, this piece of work is draining everything from him.

his cup is empty, his snacks gone. tense and frustrated he snaps his pen across the room. he could find something, someone to help take his mind off of it all. except he’s causes enough of a racket, his mission isn’t an easy one and he’s not exactly kept low key about his presence. it’s going to mean more paperwork and an earful from superiors and writing was supposed to help. the editor would be less person to yell at him. alas. the night is not in his favor.

the village is silent, most folks already asleep. he can hear cats fighting if he really tried but even then, his stares at the blank wall ahead. a flash of the prettiest lips fills his mind and he aches.

his mind trails after the confident, youthful, smart shinobi who had his knees gracing the ground with a simple ask. he doesn't know how it started, doesn't care where it goes, wants more. maybe there's enough clues if he looks for them, maybe his favorite has graced him with kindness and left a morsel.

enough is enough, he’s leaving tomorrow. the change of pace necessary, he has to keep moving. because who he’s seeking isn’t here and the mission is at a dead end too. t

he wind offers another pause from his thoughts, tempation, cool against his skin gentle, inviting. he closes his eyes, takes half a second to let his body relax, half a second to imagine it’s not the wind’s gentle caress but wait! he didn’t open the window, he wouldn’t this late and—

there’s your scent and something medicinal permeating the room.

you’ve always been fast. confidnet. slipping into unsavory places with ease.

making the most excellent shinobi and his worst habit.

by the time he’s done looking at the window your seated on his desk, writing pad in arms as your eyes trace over the latest pagse written. you’ve always loved spoilers, itching to know what happens before everyone else.

it makes him feel smug, after all these are fresh words, something exclusive only he can offer. gods, he’s missed your face, notes swollen lips and tired eyes, ignores the scratches near your chin. what you both do is dangerous, tedious, necessary. he won't ask because you can't tell. still the thought, did you rush over immedidately after a succes?

eyes rake your beautiful form spilling over his work desk.

your uniform has seen better days but he’s so so so pleased to see exposed skin. your legs look so smooth, nevermind new scratches and old scares greeting him.

he’s staring, gawking like an inexperienced brat, it would be embarrassing, you’d tease him endlessly for it, however, you’re so engrossed in his writing. swaying your legs softly, they dangle freely off the desk, and yet managing to cage him in. his palms reach up, kisses at a small cut on your knee, large palms soothing, fondling, massaging your thighs. itching to admire.

you’re here.

skin is hot, face is a bit flushed though you’re hiding it behind a stoic expression, eyes stealing more and more words. it’s not that long of a chapter, he sighs and pulls you closer, face nuzzling into your stomach, you can feel his kisses through your uniform. needy.

he’s usually wordy, jokey, loud. leaves no space for the outside world when it’s just you two, but right now he’s being such a good boy. you wonder how long it’ll last, the fact he’s being gentle and slow with his movements is trippy. especially when you know how tough he is, have seen him snap men in half so casually. flaunts his reputation, his height, his fame like he’s breathing but right now? letting you read unreleased, unedited writing?

letting you sit on his precious desk, your scent will drive him mad when you’re gone in the morning. he doesn’t have to be nice, could’ve easily stopped you from slipping into his room. taken you against the wall, you wouldn’t have protested. except he didn’t, he’s being the most gracious host.

that’s the only reason one of your hands plays with his long locks, eyes pulling away from his writing pad when your fingers, inevitably, tangle. “hair’s gotten too long.”

“to match yours.” he muffles, before leaning back and looking up almost innocent. like his hands aren’t squeezing and molding and clawing at your thighs. like his mouth isn’t kissing lower and lower, as if he isn’t inhaling that sweet scent that’s evaded him for months now.

you hum, spreading your legs wider, tilting your hips a little higher, his hands know what to do, moving to the waistband of your bottoms, “why’s this one so serious?”

“if you read the other two you’d see why.” he grins, a lazy hand drawing circles from your bellybutton down to your clothed sex and your hand snaps to his wrist with such power. “i like my uniform, i need it clean.” your glare sends shivers down his spine, you’d be mean for him if he asked right?

“and where are the other two?” he doesn’t want you to move, he doesn’t want to spend time playing writer and editor. he much rather gather more field experience, engaging in physical activities has always been his forte, he’s a hands on learner afterall.

crumbles the second your hand is patting at his cheek, pulling his hair and crashing your lips to his. it’s greedy, messy, hungry. you’ve been pent up too. the missions come one after the other and you’re such a high rank, all those secrets and no where to bury them — who knows the weight of all the pain you cary better than one of the legendary sannin?

it’s why you seek him out, over and over again

he doesn’t ask for more, doesn’t push and always pulls you close.

“i wanna…” he nips at your lips, stop distracting him, moves his hands under your top and up, squeezing, groping, pulling, “need too, ah, read the other two first.”

“you’ve worked hard enough,” finally your legs wrap around his hips, he lifts you up so easily, grips the back of your neck firmly, earning a moan, oh you need him, “let me take care of you.”

laying under him, he’s extra careful peeling your clothing off, aware your previous warning still hangs true. you’d take a kunai to his arm if he dirties another uniform. in another setting, he'd like that very much. but he's barely containing his urges, forces hands to work with extra patience, despite his pressing need making itself known. makes a haste of kissing, licking, biting, bruising what can be hidden. for both your eyes only.

you’re so pretty for him.

he tries to pace himself, tries not to get caught up in spite of all his reasoning to go slow he’s a frantic mess. hands clasping with yours, using one arm to hold both your arms above your head, you comply so easily, mouth open and wanton and how the fuck is he going to do all the things he wants to do if he can’t stop kissing you?

a hand snacks down your chest, pinching, fingernails lightly scratching before reaching your core and the gasp you make; drives him insane, let him be a little mean, a little rough, the sounds he makes deepening your need further. his own hips canting against your thigh and sheets.

part of him still doesn’t believe you’re here. that you're not an illusion. that he doesn’t need to wreck his brain and imagine the sounds slipping freely from your lips, that he can take you in with all his senses. have you falling apart in all the ways he knows you adore.

“pretty pretty thing…” he’s sucking and biting on your neck, sliding another finger in and the sloshing sounds cause your cheeks to burn. you want more, hips bucking up on their own, you want so much more but he’s breaking a rule.

“no ma-marks, jiraiya, don’t—“ silencing you with a heated kis, hand frees your arms, one to squeeze at your neck; it’s just enough pressure, how you like it; brain almost turning almost mush. but he’s pulls back, grins wide with a third finger in you now. you’re so wet, sounds absolutely filthy.

“let’s ruin ourselves for anyone else, yeah?” and fuck, he can’t say shit like that when you’re like this, body clenching around him. call it lust, call it longing, call it satisfaction whatever he has you chasing is where you want to go. the softest kiss on lips and he starts to trail down, praises and naughty things whipsered into your skin.

editing his draft can wait.

that’s not why you snuck in anyways.

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🧚🏾✨Konoha sensei’s

❤️‍🔥With a s/o who loves kisses and cuddles😩🥺

❤️‍🔥Kakashi-Office Time

❤️‍🔥Kakashi-Don’t run from the dick baby😨🥺

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- Hokage😈😍🥰

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- Baby boyfriend🥺🍄

❤️‍🔥Kakashi x Reader x Guy🥺🙊😈

❤️‍🔥Kakashi-High Rise Torture😈🥵

❤️‍🔥Kakashi-I Love You🥺🥰

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- Catches s/o watching porn🙊

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- Home Is A Person🥰

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- Spoiled girlfriend🥰dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Kakashi - Make up sex🥵

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- His Arms🥺

❤️‍🔥Kakashi - Not Alone

❤️‍🔥Kakashi - Sugar Daddy✨🌸

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- Taking care of you on your period🥺🥰

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- High on your birthday🥳

❤️‍🔥Kakashi- Lonely and High drabble😰

❤️‍🔥Guy-A Night To Remember 😈🥵

❤️‍🔥Guy- Brattaming🥵🥺dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Guy-A Break With My Lover🥰

❤️‍🔥Guy-Catching him masturbating😩

❤️‍🔥Iruka -S/o helps him feel better😏

🧚🏾✨KonohaTwelve

❤️‍🔥Dick appointment 😰

❤️‍🔥How they eat you out😈🤤😩

❤️‍🔥Cuddlebug🥺

❤️‍🔥Special treatment🥺

❤️‍🔥Hickies😈

❤️‍🔥Ideal Threesome😭😩

❤️‍🔥Shino- Enough is Enough🥺🥵

❤️‍🔥Shino- Sex with Shino😭😩

❤️‍🔥Shikamaru -Angel😇👀😈dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Shikamaru- With a needy s/o😩🥰

❤️‍🔥Shikamaru - Do It For Me 🥺😈

❤️‍🔥Shikamaru- Reacts to Self Harm scars🥺

❤️‍🔥Shikamaru- Sharing College Dorm🥰😈

❤️‍🔥Shikamaru- “I know baby” quick drabble🙋🏾‍♀️

❤️‍🔥Rock Lee- Saturday Mornings🥵

❤️‍🔥Rock Lee-Drunk and Horny😈🥺👉🏾👈🏾

❤️‍🔥Gaara -After a long day😫dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Naruto- With a needy s/o🥰🥰

❤️‍🔥Naruto- Reacts to Self Harm scars🥺

❤️‍🔥Naruto - getting ready🥰

❤️‍🔥Naruto- nipples for breakfast

❤️‍🔥Naruto- taking care of you on your period🥺🥰

❤️‍🔥Kiba- kinks😈

❤️‍🔥Kiba -cum and exhibition

🧚🏾✨The Akatsuki

❤️‍🔥Catching reader masturbating🥵

❤️‍🔥How they spank🥴

❤️‍🔥Hidan x Reader x Kakuzu (Part 1-5)😍

❤️‍🔥Hidan x Reader x Kakuzu- Another Round🥵😰🤭

❤️‍🔥Hidan- Let’s Play😏

❤️‍🔥Kakuzu- with a shy sub who wants to top 🤫

❤️‍🔥Kisame- x sub!reader 🤭

❤️‍🔥Kisame- Mission gone wrong😈😈

❤️‍🔥Kisame-Dirty Juicy Headcanons

❤️‍🔥Kisame x Reader x Itachi🥵🥺

❤️‍🔥Yahiko x Reader x Nagato😈😈

🧚🏾✨Legendary Sanin

❤️‍🔥Jiraiya -Relationship Headcanons🥰

❤️‍🔥Jiraiya- brattaming🥵😭dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Jiraiya - reacts to brat☺️dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Jiraiya- Mission gone wrong😈😈

❤️‍🔥Orochimaru- drabble😈😈🙈

🧚🏾✨Founders

❤️‍🔥Don’t run from the dick baby.🥰

❤️‍🔥With a little reader🌸

❤️‍🔥Nipples out

❤️‍🔥Hashirama- first time with virgin s/o🥰🥺

❤️‍🔥Hashirama- Spoilt Wifey😩😩

❤️‍🔥Hashirama- Bratty Little🥺

❤️‍🔥Hashirama- Funishment🥰✋🏾

❤️‍🔥Hashirama- Special kink😧

❤️‍🔥Tobirama-Daddy just wants to play 😡

❤️‍🔥Tobirama- Taking care of him when he’s sick🥰

❤️‍🔥Madara- Work Meets Love😈🥺

❤️‍🔥Madara-Sugar Daddy✨🌸

❤️‍🔥Madara x Reader x Hashirama😍dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Madara- Late Nights🥰🥵

❤️‍🔥Madara - Drabble🥵

❤️‍🔥Madara - Little reader

❤️‍🔥Madara- Helping Reader Masturbate😩dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Madara- Aftercare🥰

🧚🏾‍♀️✨Uchiha

❤️‍🔥Gangbang😈😈

❤️‍🔥Uchiha relations🔞😉

❤️‍🔥What is like to sleep with them 🥰🥺🤭👀

❤️‍🔥Itachi-Taking care of sick reader🤭🤫😈dd/lg

❤️‍🔥Itachi-Reacts to Self Harm scars🥺

❤️‍🔥Itachi- Mission gone wrong😈😈

❤️‍🔥Itachi- Bad Girl😮‍💨

❤️‍🔥Itachi- Bad Girl p2🥵

❤️‍🔥Shisui- Shisui Loving🥰🥵

❤️‍🔥Shisui- Reacts to Self Harm scars 🥺

❤️‍🔥Shisui x Reader x Itachi😩🥵

❤️‍🔥Shisui x Reader x Itachi part two😏

❤️‍🔥Obito- eating you out😭

❤️‍🔥Obito- Don’t run from the dick baby🥺

❤️‍🔥Obito-Clingy Boyfriend🥺😈

❤️‍🔥Obito- special kink😩

❤️‍🔥Sasuke- Break of Dawn😩

❤️‍🔥Sasuke-baby boyfriend 🥺💐

🧚🏾‍♀️✨Part Two for more juicy content🥴

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I’m gonna cry this art is so fuckin good

Rock star ★

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Masterlist! <3

This is all smut, if you are under 18 ABSOLUTELY do not engage. NSFW! 18+ ONLY, MDNI Do not reproduce my work or upload it to other platforms. All of my work is my own and is available on a03 as well, link supplied and also its the same user. Enjoy yourself! Thanks for stopping by! - Doodle. <3

FICS: full fics, drabbles, series etc.

Jujutsu Kaisen-

Nanami:

Sleepover With Drunk Nanami (club hookup!)

Long, Lonely Layover (airport bar hookup!)

Paper Thin Walls (Neighbor Enemies to Lovers)

Equivalent Exchange (curse user! Nanami)

Honey Cappuccino with Cinnamon (Barista!reader x Nanami)

Choso:

Bad Influence (plug!reader x stoner! choso)

Fever (Sex Pollen Choso x reader)

Toji:

Morning After (Gender Neutral reader x Toji, Smut drabble)

Higuruma:

Heatwave (tempplay)

Chainsaw Man-

Kishibe:

Anniversary (long time fwb to lovers)

obedience

Breaking the Surface (Sex Pollen)

Aki x Kishibe x Reader:

Ternion Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 finished, (messy office romance)

Naruto-

Kakashi:

Hard to Sleep (thigh fucking)

Dog tired (puppy play)

Jiraiya:

Cherries (fan! Reader)

Coffee Headcannons: how would they take their coffee?

Jujutsu Kaisen

Naruto

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BrrahBrrahCharacterImagine’s Masterlist

“Would Include” Wednesday Masterlist –> HERE

~~Anything marked with an * is part of my July 2019 Writing Challenge, where I write a fic for every day based on a prompt! The Masterlist for ONLY those is HERE~~

HAMILTON

Alexander Hamilton

A Wedding?

Hiking Part 1

Hiking Part 2

Tickle Fight

Hercules Mulligan

The Wedding (”A Wedding?” Part 2)

*After All Those Years

Aaron Burr

Pregnant?

Walks

Philip Hamilton

Crocs

Theatre

Thomas Jefferson

I Literally Fell Too Hard For You

James Madison

Sick

Marquis de Lafayette

Game Night

GAME OF THRONES

Robin Arryn

Grown Up

Grown Up (Part 2)

Grown Up (Part 3)

Grown Up (Part 4) (Smut)

Grown Up (Part 5)

Grown Up (Part 6) (Final)

Being Married to Robin Arryn Would Include (Headcanon)

*Reunions and Alliances

*Braids

Sandor Clegane / The Hound

The Lamb and The Hound

The Lamb and The Hound (Part 2) (Smut)

Firsts

*Monsters

Sandor Clegane NSFW Alphabet

*Big Softy

The Other Brother

Podrick Payne

My Hero

Before (Smut)

After (Smut) (Sequel to Before)

Promised

*Beautiful When You Blush

Jon Snow

Jon Snow NSFW Alphabet 

Never Yours

Finally Yours (Never Yours Part 2)

Bran Stark

My Exception

Enigma

The Perfect Size

Impossible

Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger

*Spoiled

Theon Greyjoy

*Snuggly

The Night King

Night Queen

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy

Seven Minutes

*Belong

Neville Longbottom

*Christmas Wishes

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM / FANTASTIC BEASTS THE CRIMES OF GRINDELWALD

Newt Scamander

Coffee and Nifflers

Coffee and Nifflers (Part 2)

*Movie Night

Newt Scamander NSFW Alphabet

*Walking Out

Theseus Scamander

Lingerie

Dating Your Boss Theseus Scamander Would Include (Headcanon)

*Stealing Glances

DISNEY

Gaston

No One Loves Like Gaston

Lumière

Be My Soulmate

THE AVENGERS

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Blind Date

*Hands

*Beach Day

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Not So Pure (Smut)

Steve Rogers NSFW Alphabet

Traveling With Steve Would Include (Headcanon)

*Late Nights

Being Bucky’s Twin In Love With Steve Would Include (Headcanon)

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

*Thinking

*Kisses

Bucky Barnes NSFW Alphabet

*Tired Kisses

Clint Baron / Hawkeye

Mission Gone Right (Smut)

Scott Lang / Ant-Man

*From Across the Room

Peter Parker / Spider-Man

*Paper Cut

*Dressed Up

*A Dance and A Confession (Dressed Up Part 2)

An Injured Friend

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

Peter Quill / Star-Lord

*Caught

X-MEN

Logan Howlett / Wolverine

One More Chance

Old Man (Smut)

Road Trip (Smut)

Starved (Smut)

Getting Married to Logan/Wolverine Would Include (Headcanon)

Joining Forces

*Spooning Leads to Forking

Comforting Logan After A Nightmare Would Include (Headcanon)

*Tickling

*Moving Day

PDA With Logan Would Include (Headcanon)

*Cute-Cumber

*Falling Asleep

*Marble and Claws

Wolverine NSFW Alphabet

NARUTO

Kakashi Hatake

Return

Bells (Return Part 2) (Smut)

My Only

My BFF

Maito Gai/Might Guy

Groceries

Quickie (Smut)

Jiraiya

Sensei (Smut)

Illness and Jealousy

Dirty Diary (Kinda Smut)

KINGSMAN THE SECRET SERVICE / KINGSMAN THE GOLDEN CIRCLE

Eggsy Unwin

Pretending

*Pet Names

F*R*I*E*N*D*S

Joey Tribbiani

Just A Number

Sunsets and Ice Cream

One Date

Everything To Me

NSFW Alphabet

Chandler Bing

Moving In

Moving In (Part 2)

Moving In (Part 3)

Moving In (Part 4) (Final)

THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Erik Destler/The Phantom

Husband

Fifth Time’s A Charm

Dreams (Smut)

NSFW Alphabet

Raoul de Chagny

Reunion

THE WALKING DEAD

PREFERENCES (fyi they do not connect unless specified otherwise)

They Get Jealous/Insecure

You Steal Their Clothes

How You Meet

You Think They Are Falling For Someone Else

You Think They Are Falling For Someone Else (Part 2)

Their Nickname(s) For You

IMAGINES

Rick Grimes

Insufferable (Smut)

Ever Since That Night (Smut)

NSFW Alphabet

Daryl Dixon

Dating Daryl Dixon Would Include (Headcanon)

Glenn Rhee

Having A Crush On Glenn Rhee Would Include (Headcanon)

Glenn Rhee NSFW Alphabet

Outbreak

Return (Outbreak Part 2)

SERIES

“Rotting Flesh and Burning Love” - Glenn Rhee x OC

Chapter 1

THE OUTSIDERS

Darrel “Darry” Curtis

Is That Mistletoe? 

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Discombobulated

Discombobulated

(adj.) emotionally confused or uncertain

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The mission wasn't supposed to go this way. It was a B-ranked mission that took the two teams four days in the middle of the Earth country to complete, and they were just on their way home.

Kakashi should have foreseen this somehow, despite being just a Chunin with no Dōjutsu to see into the future. He still should have been prepared.

They all should have.

The enemy had strung on them when they were at their lowest, chakra exhausted from a previous battle.

Kakashi hadn't seen the man grab you, nor had he seen the blade covered in poison being stabbed into you, all he saw was the expression of pure terror Rin had on her face as she witnessed the scene.

He heard though, the screams of Kushina as she raced to you. The cried of Gai as Genma held him back from running after his sensei. Minatos calls to head to the cottage a mile back.

Now here he was, standing in the doorway of the Cottage as Rin and Kushina frantically tried to save you.

Obito, Genma, and Gai sat on the porch, eyes trained forward in horror. If you died… you'd be the first friend any of them had lost.

Kakashi, he didn't turn away. He watched as Rin, with tears streaming down her face, dug through all her medical bags searching for her antidotes.

He watched as Kushina grabbed a kunai to cut open your shirt and sports bra, and he watched as Minato held your hair back as you leaned over the shitty old kitchen table to throw up your own blood.

Your face, sweaty and flushed from the fever that was beginning to rise. Your pretty eyes that he had caught himself looking at were blinking tiredly. Your hair was wet, stuck to your face and knotted around your head.

Kakashi couldnt look away.

You were still pretty, he thought. Even if you looked like death.

Minato had to force him, pulling him away from the scene as Kushina pulled the fabric from your front, exposing the wound.

“You don't want to see this.”

Good Minato, who despite dealing with three kids in the middle of the war, still tried to keep them somewhat pure from the horrors of this world.

Kakashi, as soon as he turned away, knew you were going to die.

You had been insignificant to him for most of your lives, just another face in the classroom you two had shares.

You were nice, he knew that, but being nice got people killed and he was certain you'd die if you ever got into a battle. Back in the academy, you were quiet, nice, and friendly but insignificant to him.

You had changed since he had graduated before you, and left you to grow.

You turned into a fighter, not as good as Gai but you were above average. You fought with everything, all you had and it impressed Kakashi how much you grew.

Being Kushinas student must have done you some good, because you also held a fire similar to hers.

Maybe that’s why you had rushed to Genma, fighting the enemy that had knocked him out.

Maybe that’s why you had cut the man’s face, scarring him.

Maybe that’s why you were grab by your throat, held down and stabbed with the poison covered blade.

Maybe it was because now you were dying on a rotting table inside of an abandoned cottage in enemy woods.

Maybe it was because you were stupid, rushing to save your friend with no consideration for your life.

Maybe that's why he had grown to love you more than a teammate.

You used to be so insignificant in his life, but now you were everywhere.

*first post, might make this a series!*

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One for the Ages - a Kakashi x fem!Reader fic

(Jump to Chapter 2)

Author's note: Hey guys! I've not written a fic in years, but I'm stuck at home with a broken ankle, so getting back into it! This one is a reader self-insert, but the reader has a pre-established past, that'll reveal itself throughout the story. A real slowburn, intended to have multiple parts, so please let me know if you enjoyed it and I'll keep going!

Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: A new shinobi joins the Konoha ranks and Kakashi finds himself inexplicably drawn to her. Includes scenes with Gai & Iruka.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and trauma, otherwise none!

Enjoy! ♡

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Chapter 1/5:

"I've gathered you all here because there will be a new shinobi joining your ranks..." The Third Hokage paused his address to the highest ranking village ninjas and glanced over to the woman standing beside him. Her face looked solemn but sure.

"Y/N is a refugee from the Village Hidden in the Wind and will be taking over one of the graduate genin teams as their sensei. I'm sure you will all make her feel welcome in our village's customary ways."

"But Lord Hokage!" Gai made his way through to the front of the small crowd. "I don't mean to challenge your decision, Lord Hokage, but how are we to accept this stranger as a shinobi, and a jōnin level one at that! Surely her skills must be put to the test beforehand!" A whisper of approval among the crowd followed Gai's words.

The Hokage turned to look at Y/N with a raised brow.

"I will do what is required of me." She nodded in return.

"Then it has been settled!" The Hokage turned back to the crowd. "Y/N will showcase her talents as a shinobi in a friendly fight. And I'm sure you won't mind being her opponent Gai, since you spoke so fervently on the matter." There was a note of playfulness in his voice.

"Yes of course, Lord Hokage! Maito Gai never backs down from a challenge!" The bushy browed sensei gave his usual flamboyant pose and a thumbs-up, not forgetting to throw a glance at his rival Kakashi, who stood towards the back of the crowd. For once Kakashi had put his book down, as he studied the new shinobi's face. It wasn't quite that he knew her from somewhere, rather, he knew that look in her eyes...

The crowd parted to make room for a make-shift arena for the match. Y/N and Gai stood in the centre, facing each other. There was a small smile playing on her lips as she watched Gai flash his stance.

"Forgive me if I don't go easy on you, newcomer!"

"I didn't ask you to."

"Confidence! I respect that in an opponent! Now let's see what you've got!"

In a flash Gai was behind her with a kick to the head, but despite his impeccable speed and technique, Y/N seemed to block it with ease. He followed up with a fury of punches and kicks, but none of them seem to land. It was like she could sense him coming from each direction. As Gai tried to land another powerful kick,  Y/N successfully dodged and tried to return the favour. Gai easily evaded her attack and jumped some distance away from her.

"You're fast, I'll give you that. But you've gone in too cocky." Y/N smirked, an evident smile creasing her face for the first time that day.

"It's time we ended this fight. Wind style, syphon jutsu!" A gust of wind rolled around Gai and pulled him towards Y/N like a torpedo. Before he could release himself, he was met with a powerful kick that sent him flying towards the end of the fighting area, cracking the ground beneath him with his fall.

"Well, I believe that's sufficient proof, wouldn't you say?" The Hokage pronounced from the podium. "Let's call it a day before someone gets a concussion!" As the Hokage and his men made to leave, Y/N approached Gai and extended her hand to him with a friendly smile, helping him back to his feet.

"Your skills are indeed formidable! But don't think I'll go down that easy on our next encounter!" He flashed her a toothy grin, which she matched right back.

"Your taijutsu is some of the best I've ever seen. Perhaps you could teach me in a friendlier sparring match next time?"

"I'd be delighted. You should see my student Rock Lee's taijutsu skills as well! He's quite the talent. Of course, Neji Hyuga is also on my team and he's a real prodigy."

"A Hyuga! I believe I might have one of those on my team too... I really must brush up on my knowledge of the village history and the next generation of shinobi..." Y/N brushed the sweat off her brow with a concerned expression on her face. She really had her work cut out for her.

"In that case you should speak to Iruka at the Academy. He's been teaching the last few classes of genin to graduate there, he'll be able to catch you up on things!" Gai gave her a thumbs up. "I will see you around, Y/N-sensei. Welcome to Konoha!"

She bowed in return and made her way towards the exit. Kakashi stood near the door, leaning against the wall with his book in hand. As she walked passed him, he looked up and his lazy eye met hers.

"Your book..."

"Hm?"

"It's upside down."

Flustered, Kakashi looked down, and then back up towards her, but she'd already disappeared. "I've never been worse at my job as a ninja, than in this moment." He thought to himself following the rest of the crowd outside. Perhaps following the new jōnin from afar wasn't the best tactic to employ here. He'd have to get to know her the old-fashioned way.

Next day:

The kids had all just piled out of the classroom when he heard a knock on the door frame.

Iruka looked up to see a female shinobi he'd not met before.

"Is this a good time?" She asked.

"Ahem, yes, what can I do for you?"

"My name is Y/N. I'm a... transfer from another village. I'll be training team 8 from now on. I was told you could help me catch up on the village's history, Iruka-sensei." A soft smile blossomed on her lips as she bowed her head to him.

Flustered by the way she had voiced her request, Iruka blushed and stammered out a response. "Of course, I'd be happy to help! What is it that you want to know?"

"Well, my students' backgrounds for a start, the village clan history, really anything I can get my hands on. I'm keen to do right by these kids."

Her words strung a chord with Iruka. "Yes, we all are. Well, I have some books with me here that you're welcome to borrow, and I have some more things at my flat that might be useful. I could bring them tomorrow... or if you'd like to join me, I have some spare time this afternoon, I can take you through them myself?" Iruka was bright red by this point, it had taken all the courage he had left that day to suggest it.

"That would be awfully generous of you, if you're sure I won't be imposing!"

"Not at all! I'll just finish collecting my things and we can head out!"

They walked back towards his place, Iruka filling their silence with stories of his students, often sending Y/N into fits of laughter. It was nice being in Iruka's presence, warm, light. Iruka, in the middle of a story, turned to her, gesticulating wildly for added affect, when he bumped shoulders with someone.

"Hey! Oh... Kakashi... sorry, I wasn't looking."

The grey-haired ninja stood in casual clothing with a grocery bag in his arm and an unreadable expression on his masked face. He nodded to Iruka without even looking at him, his lazy eye resting on Y/N instead.

"You two look like you're getting along."

Iruka blushed, but Y/N's face remained unchanged. She made a mental note of his name. Kakashi. There was something about him that made her feel uneasy. Like he could see right through her.

"Day off?" She casually asked.

"Not quite. I've been assigned a solo mission and just had some time to prepare for it."

"Well good luck on it." Iruka threw in. "We better get on, Y/N, it'll take me some time to dig everything up for you."

"Right." She bowed to Kakashi and followed Iruka, already a few steps ahead, eager to lose the notorious jōnin. She couldn't help but throw a glance back at Kakashi, just to see his back lazily swaying as the distance between them grew. Something in her ached at the sight.

A few days later:

Another sleepless night. It wasn't that her new bed, in her new room, part of her new life, was uncomfortable. It was rather that things were too comfortable. She couldn't remember the last time she could sleep peacefully without fear for her life before coming to Konoha. The Hokage had been kind enough to give her time to settle in, so she hadn't been sent on any missions yet; still, her body jolted awake at night, her mind unable to tell reality from the demons that haunted her sleep.

Tonight was even worse, Y/N hadn't been able to sleep a wink, aware of every slight noise, the room stuffy, her body hot. In a moment of desperation, she'd jumped out of bed, grabbed a scarf and walked out in the cool night air. She strolled aimlessly, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit village, her head spinning with thoughts about the past, the training she'd prepared for her newly acquired genin, whom she'd meet soon, but most of all (and she really did try to shoo that particular one away) she thought about the mysterious grey-haired ninja, whose single visible eye had bored into her soul.

As if answering her muddled thoughts, a sudden rustling caught her attention. A shadow jumped out of one of the nearby trees, landing onto the ground, stumbled, hand clutching side, but noticing he wasn't alone, tried to regain composure. The figure walked towards her, slightly strained until he came into sight.

"Kakashi! What are you doing sneaking around at this time of night!"

"I should ask you the same thing. A little late for a stroll, is it not?

His mask and clothes were covered in mud and dust, his whole look quite dishevelled. Noticing Y/N's eyes studying him curiously, he let out a slight chuckle.

"I've just come back from my mission, that's all."

"You're injured." She said plainly.

"It's nothing, really."

"I can smell the blood from here. I think you should go to the hospital..."

"No." He quickly cut her off. Seeing the look of persistence on her face, he realised he wouldn't get out of this one so easily.

"I can't go to the hospital, they'll keep me there for days, and I have... I have things to take care of tomorrow." His whole body sagged in resignation.

"Can I at least have a look?" She said softly.

"If you must, but I warn you, it's not pretty."

Kakashi unzipped his vest and lifted his shirt, showing a nasty, open wound on his left side. It didn't seem too deep, but definitely painful.

"Don't worry, I've seen enough blood in my time." Y/N stepped closer, as the darkness of night didn't allow for clear vision. She didn't fail to notice the strained muscles of his abdomen, or the way his v-line tucked into his trousers, but pulled all her strength into focusing on the wound.

"You won't go to hospital, fine. But will you let me help? If you don't take care of this, you'll wind up with an infection, that'll keep you in hospital longer than a few days."

"What can you do?" Kakashi's voice sounded unsure.

"Do you think you could trust me?"

He stood silent for a moment, studying her face. To his own dismay he nodded.

"Then follow me."

They walked together slowly, Kakashi tiredly dragging his feet at times.

"You can lean on me if you need to. I can handle the weight."

"No, I'm quite alright. Just tired."

"You're very stubborn, you know. I'm surprised you're even coming now." He could detect a smile in her voice, the thought of which made him shiver.

"Not as surprised as I am." He swallowed thickly. He hated talking about himself. "What were you doing out at this time anyway?"

"I..." Y/N fell silent for a moment. She still didn't know how to open up to strangers, how much of her past she could reveal without it becoming dangerous. "I find it hard to sleep. If I do manage it, I'm plagued by nightmares, the rest of the time I'm just... on edge. Walking outside seems to help."

Kakashi just nodded in response, hoping it didn't go unnoticed in the darkness that surrounded them. In truth, he wanted to tell her he understood perfectly, and that he couldn't remember the last time he got a good night's sleep. That he felt perpetually exhausted and feared the shadows that his mind conjured at night. Most of all, he wanted to ask if they could keep each other company on their sleepless nights. But it felt much too soon for any of that, so he said nothing.

"We're here." Y/N announced, standing at the door of her building. She pulled out her key and pushed the door open, making way for Kakashi to go in.

"Is this... your flat? Y/N, I hate to tell you this, but I'm really not that kind of girl." Kakashi tried to joke, but something caught in his throat and he coughed, writhing in pain from his wound.

"Very smooth." She scoffed at him. She led him into the kitchen and turned on the light, revealing strings of drying herbs, hanging across her window.

"Sit here." She pointed at a chair and Kakashi silently obeyed, taking in his surroundings. She didn't have much, just enough mugs and plates for the comfort of one, no pictures or personal memorabilia hanging on the walls. So she hadn't brought much with her then.

Meanwhile, Y/N picked a couple of different leaves from her drying racks and started mixing them into a paste, adding liquid from little jars, strewn along the window sill. Finally she walked over with the mixture in hand.

"May I?" She asked, pointing at his wounded side.

Kakashi lifted his shirt once more, and kneeling next to him, she started carefully covering the gash with the sticky green concoction.

The room was filled with a grassy scent. Her hands were cold, which eased the pain of contact with the wound. Kakashi tried his best not to wince, but his body betrayed him by twitching away from her every time she touched him. He wondered whether it was just the pain, or the sensation of being touched by another, that had become so foreign to him outside of combat.

"There, there. Almost done." Her voice was soothing, almost sweet. Kakashi's body instinctively relaxed to the sound of it. They remained like this for a few seconds, him silently watching her movements from above.

"You know, you should take it easy on Iruka. I think he has a crush on you." He spoke quietly, testing the waters.

Y/N cocked a brow, but refrained from looking up, worried that her flushed cheeks would betray her.

"I think that's a stretch, he was just being helpful, that's all." She tried to keep her voice nonchalant.

Kakashi just hummed in response, unsure if he'd managed to find what he was looking for.

"Right, you can put your shirt back down. This should speed up the healing, and subdue the pain. It'll harden and act as a protector for the wound. Just wash it off in a couple of days." She got up, heading towards the sink to wash up.

"How did you know to do this?" He asked, standing up to test how it felt when he moved.

"There was a woman in my village." Y/N spoke with her back still turned to him, eyes focused on washing the mixing dish. "People were afraid of her, thought her a witch. But she was kind to me when not many others were." She placed the dish on the drying rack and turned back to look at him. There was a sadness in her eyes, that didn't evade Kakashi's notice. "She shared some of her knowledge of herbs with me. Insisted it could save my life some day."

They stood silently, staring at each other. It seemed they had both suddenly realised that they were alone in her flat, and weren't sure what to do with that knowledge.

"I should probably go." Kakashi was the first to break their silence.

"Yes. Probably should."

"I'll see you around. And Y/N... thank you."

Without waiting for a response, Kakashi turned towards the door, and left somewhat hurriedly, his heart in his throat. Y/N remained in her place for a minute longer, staring at the space he'd just occupied. How right it had felt to have him here, in her kitchen. How afraid she was of that thought.

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It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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Naruto Universe Masterlist

My Main Masterlist - Rules - Ask Away 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT + All content are works of fiction.

Kakashi

x Kinktober day 8 - Breeding x Kinktober day 28 - Creampie x I wanna feel your lips against mine x can't wait

Naruto

x Kinktober day 25 - Window Sex

Obito

x Tobi is gone x high demand

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"I find you exasperating."

You go out of your way to step on a particularly dry looking leaf along the path—stained a deep, golden colour and curling at the edges where it rests waiting for the weight of your foot—just to hear the way it crunches beneath the sole of your shoe. At your side, Kakashi's attention is still on the book in his hand, the pages spread open only with his thumb and pinkie finger while the other three support the cracked spine. He doesn't spare you a glance, but he does deign to respond with a curious little hum.

"That's an awfully big word."

The lazy way he says it is enough to irritate you, but his condescending words are almost too much for you to bear. You stop in your tracks, fists curled tightly at your sides, and the white haired young man doesn't so much as slow in recognition of it.

It's fall in Konoha, and while the days are still warm and bright, the breeze that whisks through the village's winding streets is cool. The annoyance you feel prickling under your skin is enough to insulate you from the chill. To numb you to its bite.

You swoop down, dragging your hand lightly along the path to retrieve a handful of small, smooth stones—no larger than the tips of your fingers. Without a moment's contemplation, you launch one at the back of Kakashi's head, and watch as it bounces off dully.

He keeps walking.

"Irksome."

Another pebble hits the ground after ricocheting off the back of his headband.

"Vexatious."

The next makes contact with his right shoulderblade.

"Antagonistic."

He catches this one—just like he could have caught any of the previous three—without even turning around to watch you throw it. His hand, the one not holding his book, shoots up to protect his ear before the pebble can make contact. He holds it pinched between his thumb and forefinger for a moment, still leisurely walking away from you, before he flicks it to the ground.

"You're being so childish today," Kakashi calls back over his shoulder. "Are you sure I'm the antagonist here?"

You hear it then, the smile in his voice, and even though it would only serve to legitimize his accusation it almost makes you stomp your foot petulantly.

"Kakashi!"

Finally, he turns to face you, and even though his mask conceals most of his expression, you can tell it's hiding a grin beneath it. He tilts his head to the side, as though waiting for you to continue.

"How many times have you read that stupid book?"

The familiar novel is closed now, and his page marked, though you're not entirely certain when he did either of those things. He glances at the paperback, as though considering it carefully.

"How many times am I allowed to admit to before you call me a pervert?" he asks.

"You are a pervert," you answer, immediate and sure, while slowly walking towards him to close the gap he put between the two of you. "And you would be even if you were illiterate."

"That's not very nice of you to say," he says, tipping his head back and sighing profoundly as though your insult caused him great pain.

"It's the truth, though."

Kakashi peeks down at you from the corner of his eye as you stand by his side. Without thinking, you reach out and grab the sleeve of his jacket, averting your gaze.

It's quiet for a moment. Just the two of you, the fall breeze, the scattered pebbles, and that atrocious romance book.

"You've been gone for a month," your voice is quiet when you finally speak again. So soft it risks being carried away with the wind.

Kakashi didn't even tell you he was leaving before he was sent off on this last mission; you had to find out from another shinobi the next morning, and all they could tell you was he was gone and they weren't sure when he'd be back.

This isn't unusual with Kakashi. It's happened more times than you care to count. Missions that force him to leave the village at short notice are unavoidable—assignments like that to be expected for any shinobi, but particularly for one of Kakashi's rank.

It doesn't make it any easier.

You've thought about bringing this up to him before. Thought about asking him to tell you when these sorts of things come up. Thought about explaining to him how awful it feels to be the last to know. Thought about telling him what those long days apart feel like in this village without him.

But you don't.

Part of it is pride, you think. You're too stubborn to be the one to show your hand like that. To be vulnerable in front of him in such a mortifying, humbling way. Somehow the mere idea of making any of those admissions seems more embarrassing than trailing along behind him tossing rocks at the back of his head.

Another part is fear. You don't want to be the one to speak this thing between the two of you into existence. To give it shape. To breathe life into it by giving it a name. You and Kakashi have always lived in intentional ambiguity. A certain uncertainty. You're not quite friends, you're not quite lovers, you're not quite anything at all.

You're just the one who's left waiting for him to come home.

And then there's the last part—the biggest part—that holds you back. The part you don't quite know how to explain. The part that tells you to bear the pain of missing him, to swallow down your longing, for his sake if not your own. The last thing Kakashi needs is the burden of knowing his duty makes you ache while he's away. That his absence keeps you awake at night. He's got enough he needs to shoulder without you adding to the weight, and this is the least you can do to try and help him carry it.

You let his sleeve slip from your grasp.

"Sorry," you mutter under your breath, shaking yourself from your momentary stupor.

"Are you acting out because I haven't given you enough attention?" Kakashi asks, only his voice is different now than it was a moment prior. Sincere in a way that upsets you more than when he's being intentionally annoying.

You finally bring yourself to look at him, but only to shoot him a narrow-eyed glare.

His own gaze is disarmingly soft when you meet it. Unexpectedly tender. Perceptive in ways you usually choose to overlook.

So much so, in fact, that you're too stunned to even flinch when he taps his book against your forehead.

"Ok, ok," he says with a shrug, spinning on his heel and continuing on down the path at an idle pace, leaving you dumbfounded in his wake. "If you wanted to borrow it, you could've just asked!"

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❦ LIPS OF AN ANGEL

cw: mature, infidelity, fem!reader, hair pulling, blowjobs, doggie style, light choking

“honey why you calling me so late?”

the sun set lazily over the concrete horizon; it’s warm, orange, rays dancing in the kitchen as you washed the dishes. the dinner your boyfriend had made sat happily in your stomachs and you found yourself smiling softly. your phone rang.

“one second.” you smiled to your boyfriend, drying your hands quickly on your sweatpants before picking it up and leaving the kitchen.

“yes?” you answered, noting the darkness of the hallway now that the sunset couldn’t reach it.

“come over.” it was reid. your mouth dried.

“i’m with my boyfriend.” your voice didn’t sound convincing.

“where else would you be at 9 o’clock at night?” he asked sarcastically, voice sounding huskier over the phone line. “come over. i need you.”

you couldn’t do this again. you’ve been broken up for years; you were happy with your new boyfriend. at first, you told yourself it would only happen once, then you just reasoned it to the fact you two were together for so long, it was natural to go back to him.

then he found someone, and the calls stopped. you pretended it didn’t hurt.

“what about your girlfriend?” you whispered, eyes peering around the hallway in case your boyfriend was around the corner. you knew that wasn’t gonna happen though, he trusted you.

“she was killed in front of me.” the static sounds through the phone caught you off guard. his voice was assertive. “come over.”

“i’ll be there in 20.” you hung up, attempting to swallow down the guilt you felt, but the dryness in your mouth never left.

“babe?” your boyfriend called from the kitchen. you took a deep breath instead and put on an apologetic smile.

“sorry, it was my parents,” you poked your head so he could see as you grabbed your jacket. “you know old people and technology.”

your boyfriend walked over to you, about to say something when you cut him off.

“i’ll be back as soon as i’m done.” you smiled and closed the door, pretending you didn’t see him lean in for a kiss.

the drive to reid’s place was muscle memory. you had done it so many times you could time the lights, you knew that the banister on the second flight was flimsy, and you knew he would open the door as soon as you knocked.

he looked different. same face, same hair, but different.

you let yourself in and took off your coat, placing it on the new coatrack that stood by the door. you didn’t comment on it.

“what happened?” you asked, but you really didn’t want to know, you just needed to say something.

“i didn’t call you over to talk.” he mumbled and stepped closer to you, hands grasping your hips. he pressed his lips to yours and your arms went over his shoulders like so many times before.

“you can’t keep doing this.” you gasped and scratched at his scalp when his mouth nipped at your neck. his hands trailed down to your sweatpants, fingers dipping into the waistband.

“then tell me to stop.” he said and looked you in the eyes. his eyes were different as well—darker, deeper, more captivating.

you started pushing him towards his bedroom. he knew you would never deny him. it didn’t matter how ‘happy’ you said you were in your relationship, you would always come back to him at the drop of a hat. your shirts were off, his hands pulled his pants and underwear down as you sank to your knees. he sat down at the edge of his bed and leant back for you to do the work.

it only took a couple of kitten licks for his eyes to narrow dangerously at you; the silent threat to get a move on worked as you took his tip passed your lips, fingers coming up to massage his balls as you took him deeper. he let out that beautiful hiss from his lips that always spurred you on. it was sloppy, drool running down the corner of your lips as you sucked him off. his large hand came to the back of your head, twisting his fingers into your hair before he forced you down onto him—you choked. he didn’t let you breath as he held you there, thrusting his hips into your mouth as he pleased. your eyes watered, but that didn’t matter when he was making the noises he was. your boyfriend never did this.

then he let you go.

you took few breaths in quick succession as you wiped your eyes hastily. spencer was already standing, grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer. he looked down at you, still on your knees.

“strip.” he commanded.

spencer was never like this during your relationship, he was sweet and caring, blushes and bouquets of flowers. but all those years in the fbi wore him down. they chipped away at his heart, but your deluded mind always saw him as your spencer.

you obeyed.

“how do you want me?” you crawled onto the bed. instead of answering, he grabbed your hips from behind you and pulled you towards him.

you yelped, too enthralled by the feeling of his hot hands kneeling into the fat of your thighs to notice his bend over you.

“just like this,” his hot breath whispered into your ear. it touched your cheek before he planted a sweet kiss to your skin and slid into you.

the stretch was amazing. no matter how many times you’d been with spencer, the first feeling of his cock sliding into you and the almost unbearable stretch that came with it always incredible.

“i bet your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like i do.” he growled and obediently shook your head.

“he doesn’t.” you answer to his was barely a breath, too caught up in the feeling of his inside you.

he started a brutal pace, jostling your body against the freshly cleaned sheets of his bed. your fingers desperately tried to grab onto the them, but there wasn’t enough, and spencer’s thrusts had your mind spinning.

“s-spence!” you cried when he changed his angle. “fuck!”

“that’s right, baby, say my name.” he breathed, beating into you like it was the only thing he was meant to do. “god, you’re so perfect for me. how could you let that loser fuck you when only i could make you feel like this.”

his question was rhetorical, but it got his message across. your face heated up at the stupid reminder that you had a boyfriend—a sweet one waiting for you at home—who probably thought you were dutifully helping your parents like a good daughter instead of getting fucked within an inch of her life by her ex. that thought, coupled with her feeling of spencer hitting that spot inside you had tears welling up in your eyes, and you would have cried out of guilt if spencer hadn’t tangled his fingers back into your hair and yanked you flush against his body, forcing your boyfriend out of your mind and bringing you back to the pleasure he was giving you.

you felt his moves stutter at the wanton moan you let out, you knew he was close at that.

“cum in me, spencer.” you begged him, barely stuttering out your request as he went harder. you wanted to egg him on, you wanted to feel his release again and again.

“fuck, baby!” he cried and came. his hands pulled your body so forcefully into him that you crumbled against him before falling back onto the sheets.

it took a moment before spencer pulled out, and you finally came back down to reality. guilt crawling back into your lungs with ever laboured breath you took.

you got up. “i’ll get dressed and leave.”

you knew the drill by now, it was the same every time. and every time, you hoped in the back of your head that he would ask you to stay.

you never knew what your answer would be if he asked, but you still wanted it.

“get home safe.” he told you.

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