#my chest heavy is that i know that it would NEVER reciprocate... it doesn't feel the same..who fucking could? my exes fucked up my head i

[jd-loves-fiction]

hii~ how are you, dear?

so.. how do you think leona or (and) malleus would react when they see someone flirting with mc and mc flirting back? (they are not a couple yet but already have feelings for each other. mc didn't flirt with the other people seriously, they were just playing)

🌑can you tell I have a favorite 💀🙃

❖ 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 ❖

Oooh you're playing a dangerous game

Chances are Leona's been dropping HEAVY hints that he wants you

If you're not a beastman, there's a chance you haven't noticed but if whoever dared to flirt with you is a beastman and they still decided to do it...

They're about to find out why the lion's the king of the savanna

Leona's not the hesitant kind of guy when it comes to romance, if he wants you he'll make it very clear

But the moment he senses that you might not be interested, he'll back off

That being said, I do believe the actual first step into a relationship would have to be made by you

Reason being that Leona is quite comfortable in his loneliness and in the Sunset Savanna women tend to be the ones making moves

If you're not a woman, my opinion still stands since he's lazy and fine with romance pass him by

So this situation is actually very likely to happen before you get into a relationship

But he will be glaring straight through this pest with his poisonous green gaze until they piss off

If that doesn't happen, then his jealousy might actually persuade to do something like striding up to you and throwing an arm over your shoulders

He won't say anything since he feels he shouldn't need to, just waits for them to give into his glowering and scowling

This might be what triggers a confession, whether from you or him! :D

(The one who'd been flirting with you, however, might never know peace again💀🫡)

❖ 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 ❖

This might be an even more perilous situation (not that you'd notice)

While Leona likely has some experience with romance and therefore isn't all that surprised by this situation

Malleus however (in my opinion) is entirely inexperienced when it comes to love and so unprepared for this

All he feels is ugly green envy crawling around inside his chest

Why are they so close to you? Why would they say those things to you? Why would reciprocate? Do you not care for him as he does you??🥺

Bby is spiraling 💀

Pray Lilia is around (tho he usually is) to help him understand the situation

He'll understand that he just hasn't been clear enough with his advances and so will take this as an opportunity to make them crystal clear

By confessing to you right in front of the other person :)

By the time he's done they should be gone (if they didn't dash off immediately upon seeing THE Malleus Draconia approaching them)

He might become a little more possessive than usual after this occurrence

Can you blame him? He's not used to the feelings you awaken in him :(

Plus, dragons are very protective of their treasure 👀

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Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to overhear his gn crush saying how they're sure it's unrequited love as much as they love HIM?

OH so soft! yes absoloutely, enjoy!

Astarion

now to be fair. he is a bit smug to overhear that you love him.

but he's also... touched? that you, lovely you, would feel that way about him?

obviously he's been trying to seduce you and everything, but he's pleased to hear that it's worked, but why does he feel so warm? happy?

maybe he waits until a casual moment between the two of you, when he feels like he can confess and it isn't too heavy, and he just lets out a little "I love you too, you know."

you stop. he can hear the way your blood pumps.

"...oh..." your eyes are wide, looking at the floor.

he takes your hand and it makes you look up at him, and then he brings you in for a kiss.

he can feel how relieved you are. and he's so happy to be part of something real, something requited.

Gale

overhears you and wants to say something about it immediately, but won't interrupt in person...

so he just uses a Sending instead.

"I hope you don't mean that, because I am desperately in love with you. only a fool wouldn't be."

you freeze and your eyes flit over to where he's standing, face as open as a book with his love for you.

you excuse yourself from your conversation and he follows, seeing how embarrassed you are, you tell him he wasn't meant to hear you, you just had to get it off of your chest...

he takes your hand and pulls you in for a long kiss. if you won't believe his words, maybe you'll believe his actions.

you melt into him. just melt, and the two of you stay together like that.

longest that Gale's been quiet for ages...

Wyll

he does interrupt, because he can't stand to hear you talk about yourself like that.

asks for a private word.

takes you to a seculded location and sees how uncomfortable you are, tilts your chin up to look him in the eyes, wants you to see the sincerity when he speaks.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I did not love you. I do, in fact. most ardently."

he will tell you about the moment that made him fall in love with you, all the things you do that make him fall a little deeper every day.

as he speaks he watches the way your body relaxes, your eyes get hopeful.

when he finishes speaking you press your lips to his in a kiss, and it's the sweetest first kiss imaginable.

Halsin

he's an old elf at this point. he hasn't got the patience to let you wallow in uncertainty.

if he hears you say you love him, and he feels the same, he will let you know immediately.

finds an excuse to have the two of you be together. maybe to gather firewood.

when you're alone he will instigate physical contact - brushing your hair out of your face or something like that

when you respond positively, he will move to cup your face, look properly into your eyes.

"my heart. I need you to know that whatever you feel for me, it is reciprocated a hundred times over. you make my blood stir in a way I had quite forgotten..."

you should kiss him now. he will return it. the two of you will spend some time alone together in the forest, getting to know each other more intimately...

Dammon

oh, Dammon. he's so shocked.

him? you love him?

wants to make a big gesture but doesn't know how. probably asks Karlach for advice.

in the end he smiths you a special piece of jewellery and gifts it to you the next time you're together alone. maybe he even invites you on a date specially!

he tries to get to the point about how he feels but rambles on... eventually you reach out to hold his hand and it gives him courage...

he gives you the jewellery and sees your eyes light up. he offers to put it on you. fingers linger on your skin.

"you know, I lov..." "I know, Dammon. I know."

you can't stop beaming. he's never been happier.

Rolan

annoyed!

why can't you just be upfront with him about this! he obviously loves you back!

oh... loves you? hmmm. that's news to him. but of course he does! you're brilliant! how can't you see that?

has a couple of drinks one night for courage and then goes to find you. it is not an eloquent confession.

"I overheard you the other day! and I want you to know I feel the same way! about you! love, that is >:("

you stand there, fucking bamboozled, before dragging him in by the collar for a kiss.

he smiles so hard and you can feel it as your lips meet.

"silly boy," you sigh, fondly, and kiss him again before he can complain.

Zevlor

another old man who doesn't want to waste time.

he loves you. of course he loves you. there's no point hiding it, if there's a chance the two of you can be happy.

when he has a spare, quiet moment with you, certain nobody can overhear, he speaks sincerely.

"i do not know what I could offer which would make me worthy of your love, but I swear I will work every day until I am."

oh, he is so sweet. you collapse into his arms for a kiss. your strong, brave paladin <3

[strqwberryscapes]

helpless

summary -> you don't know why is qimir helping you so often, and neither does he

she/her pronouns, no use of y/n

content warnings -> none

a/n : thank you for the support on my last story<3

"youre lucky it's not deep."

qimir commented, as he finished patching up her injured side. his voice wavered against his own will for the sentence to be lighthearted. seeing her wound made him strangely concerned.

"not lucky. i wouldn't let him close enough to kill me."

she huffed, trying to focus on the pain instead of how his hands felt against her stomach. both burned. she tightened her grip on the side of her bunk to snap herself out of it.

"yeah, you're very tough."

he rolled his eyes. when he was sure the wound is taken care of, he rose from his knees. his soft eyes found her's, and he was glad that she was okay.

her gaze lingered on qimir for a moment. she turned her head to the side, leaning on the wall behind her with a sigh.

"thanks."

qimir raised his eyebrow at the show of gratitude. she almost never thanked him - or well - anyone to be percise. a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and he turned back to her, crossing his arms.

"hmm, you're welcome." he hummed. "as always."

always.

she pursed her lips. he did always help her. and she didn't like that he did so - if she was to please her master she should be able to handle herself on her own.

there was something more to it. qimir tagged along almost every mission she was assigned with - from as simple as obtaining intel to assassinations. he followed her even when he seemingly had no reason to. a frown formed on her face. maybe it was that her master was distrustful of her.

"yeah. why do you always help? you didn't even need to be here today in the first place." she started, suspicions. "perhaps my master told you to keep an eye on me. did he?"

qimir was caught off guard by the question. he realised that she was right - he did follow her around...but he just wanted to keep a close eye on her to know what she needs to improve. to be able to teach her later. and solely that.

an odd and unfamiliar feeling tugged at his chest. but if so, why did her getting injured affect him at all?

he remained a stoic expression. instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own, trying to be playful.

"did you ever think i just wanted to come? out of my own will?"

"not really."

she shrugged. because why would he? seemingly, it wouldn't benefit him in any way.

the same odd feeling rose in qimir. he was strangely hurt by her words. he was sure that she considered him a friend...and even if she didn't, why would it matter?

"well. if you want me to stay back, just say it." he muttered.

"no- i want you to be with me!"

she closed her mouth as fast as she realised what she just said. qimir's gaze shot up, entwining with hers. a heavy silence hung between them. their relationship was confusing enough as is before - and that certainly did not help the matter.

qimir stood in place not really knowing what to do next, which wasn't common for him. at all. he needed to keep up his act though, and the only solution he came up with...

"oh, do you now?"

she tensed up. his intentions were never clear to her, especially in this moment.

"don't let it get to your head."

qimir made his way back to her. as he sat down, his thigh brushed against hers. he needed to play it well. he needed to be convincing. if they really became closer, he'd have access to her fears, her secrets, everything he doesn't know yet. that was the only reason as to why he wanted to do what he was about to.

the only reason.

he told himself, as his palm gently traced the curve of her jaw.

only reason.

he repeated as his dark eyes dropped down to her lips.

"i'm afraid it's too late for that."

qimir said, as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a moment before he pressed it to hers. as much as it all was so sudden to her, she reciprocated, her hand coming over his.

she pulled away after a moment.

"be glad i meant it in that way. otherwise you would be done for."

her teasing voice made qimir smile against his own will. he rose his hands in a surrendering gesture.

"i'm a lucky man then."

and he was.

and when that thought formed in his head, he wasn't sure what were his reasons anymore.

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a/n : i'm not entirely sure how to feel about this story...😭 hope yall enjoyed it though

reblogs appreciated!

[nightmareonslvtstreet]

Not Tonight

| Nanami, Kuzan, Fatgum, Smoker, Macro, Katakuri, King, Benn, Rayleigh, Aizawa, Yami, Shanks, Mihawk, & Anyone else

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Looking out the coffee shop window, you take in the lively scene. The shop usually closes around the late evening hours of seven making it the perfect time to see the night come alive. You watched as the calming sun-kissed sky slowly turned into a mystical night. The streetlights turn on illuminating the dark streets. Taking a slow calming breath, you relax and sip the remaining coffee in your cup before returning to work. Lost in the scenery, your eyes gazed towards a man outside the shop’s window.

Your attention was taken by a man who dressed in the finest suit you have ever laid eyes on. Eyes continue to pan as you take in his height. The calming demeanor he carries is reciprocated through his style of dress and the way he takes care of his appearance. Your eyes couldn’t detach from the man as he walked into the store. Adjusting his suit, he orders a hot cup just before the shop closes. The staring must have become noticeable as he turns in your direction to see who is looking. Embarrassed, you turned your face only to realize that you were standing in a sea of nothingness, being the only person in the direction he was looking in.

The slight smile he gives sends an arrow through your heart. He motions you to come over, but your body betrays the command. You begin to feel as if you’re strapped down to the ground. Feet heavy as boulders refusing to move. The words you want to say remain trapped by anxiety and paranoia. A shower of terrifying thoughts and the smell of dread wash over you as you start to fantasize about the different possibilities that can take place. Your heart races as the thoughts run rampant in your mind, “*What if he doesn’t find you interesting? Attractive? Time worthy?*” the criticizing words flood my mind. Overwhelming to the point of no return. Your face flushes red as you notice him finding you in this position feeling like a fool. Looks of concern take over his face as he begins to question his actions.

Defeat raises more in both of you as hesitation sets in. Losing breath with every passing second, trying to figure out what the next move between the two of you is going to be. Your courage is hiding deep inside as you barely must use it. You’ve never been in a relationship, and always find yourself backing out of it for fear of being reminded of the cruel past of failed attempts. You want to scream just one word, a simple "*Hey"* would be enough for you, but you can't bring yourself to it. Choking on words and crumbling deeper into yourself. Forgetting your surroundings, a light hand places itself on your shoulder while the other engulfs your tense hand. His voice was just as attractive as his looks, "*Are you okay?"*. All you could find yourself doing was being wide-eyed and embarrassed that you couldn't speak in his presence. He smiles to bring comfort. Your eyes close as he embraces you and tells me I have nothing to be afraid of. Sinking deeper into his chest, you melt as you’ve never felt this before. Especially from someone who doesn't even know you. Blood rushes to your heart as you muster the courage to utter a, *"Thank you."*.

Letting go of the warm embrace, you stare at him again. Lost in his eyes, a new emotion you find unrecognizable creeps in. As you open your mouth to speak, he cuts you off. Slipping a piece of paper in your hand before bringing the hand up to his soft lips and kissing it gently. He looks you in the eye and smiles one last time taking his coffee and leaving with a nod of his head. Coming back to reality, you mindlessly stroke the kiss stain on your hand and look at the writing on the note, *"Whenever you're ready. -XXXXXXXXXX.".* The words on the paper float around in your mind as they bring ease to the overbearing thoughts. You begin to ease out any lingering worry and find breath again.

You scold yourself one last time for not speaking up as you become grateful for being granted another chance to speak to the lovely man. Running your fingers over the handwritten note as you look back at the night through the window. You wished he had come back, so you could go right up to him and tell him how you feel but you assume tonight is not the night for this princess to find her knight in shining armor. Smiling at the note kissing the same spot on your hand as he did you whisper, "I'm ready, but not tonight.".

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A/N: Thank you all so much for taking time out of your day to read my first short story. I really want to do a part 2, but I'm sure if I should. Anyways thank you again!

[jadewritesficshere]

18+ only contains: somnophilia, technically noncon? (no explicit consent given, however both are okay with it at the end),(being told it is more undernegotiated kink?), there is a happy ending

Steve wakes up slightly confused as to why there is something heavy on his chest. He knows he doesn't own a cat, yet he watched Mews sit on Dustin's chest one time and put a paw over his nose and that was enough for him. He doesn't fear cats, but for a split second wonders if one broke in somehow

Steve peers down through the dark and- oh. Eddie. Eddie is sleeping, mouth wide open, drooling onto Steve's chest. Eddie's arm is somehow curled around Steve's torso.

This has happened before, when Eddie has stayed the night. Eddie didn't remember anything in the morning, or pretended not to. Steve isn't sure which, and it was like a knife to the heart thinking Eddie didn't want it to happen. Steve wanted to wrap Eddie in his arms and never let go but-

Eddie didn't reciprocate his feelings. Steve had flirted like none other, sometimes Eddie flirted back but usually he didn't even react. Asked him to go on a date, got shot down. Robin said he needed to flat out say it, but he asked Eddie for a dinner and a movie, that was flat out saying it to Steve.

But this? This was nice. Eddie curled into him? He could imagine a future where this as their nightly occurrence.

Then Eddie moves.

Not just any movement, but a rolling of his hips forward into Steve's. And oh God Eddie is hard. Steve can't see, judging by feeling only, and he wants to whine because of course Eddie is big.

Steve can feel himself start to harden as Eddie makes the move again. This is so wrong, Steve should stop him, but something about it makes him harder.

Eddie moans and holy shit. It's raspy but higher then Eddie usually sounds and Steve just wants to pull the noise from Eddie again.

Steve can't help it, lifting his hips to thrust back against Eddie. It's so wrong. So so wrong. He knows Eddie likes this type of thing, said it once when they were announcing their kinks when high. But he didn't ask Steve to do this and-

"Mmmh Steve," Eddie sighs, still sleeping. Steve throws a hand over his mouth to muffle his moan. Was Eddie dreaming about him? Oh, Steve hoped so. His dick is hard as a rock it almost hurts, leaking just as much drool as Eddie is leaving on Steve's chest.

God, Steve wants to make Eddie drool. Shove a few fingers in his mouth and watch him go dumb.

Eddie keeps grinding into him until he gasps, body tensing as his hips spasm. A small moan leaves him and Steve is seeing stars. His boxers are soaked as his own orgasm rips through him.

Steve can't help the moan and the gasps that escape him. He thrusts up against Eddie, prolonging his orgasm. He pants as he slowly comes down. It feels like his brain is leaking through his ears. This was the hardest he's come in years, and he didn't even get to touch his dick except for grinding through some clothes.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers and Steve's eyes snap open to look at him. Eddie's eyes are wide, staring up at Steve. "Shit, Eddie i-" "That was so fucking hot what the hell." "-I'm sorry, wait what?"

"That was hot. So hot. Like, I'm gonna jerk off to that later." Eddie shakes his head slightly, pushing up onto his forearms to get off of Steve. Steve mourns the loss of Eddie's body against his, which is why he speaks before thinking," You can jerk me off later."

Eddie laughs and winks at Steve," Take me to dinner first, I thought you were a gentleman." "I tried, you didn't want to," the bitchiness in his tone comes out. Eddie blinks a few times," No, you didn't. If you asked me out I would have been on my way to pick out a ring already."

"I did, I asked if you wanted to go see a movie!" "We do that all the time!" Steve hums a little, " Yeah I guess...Robin was right then, I needed to flat out say it....so will you go on a date with me?" "Date? Let me go pick out a wedding ring. You ain't getting rid of me now Harrington."

[haymitchsbunny]

Sob Story

haymitch abernathy x victor!reader

Series: Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins)

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x F!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (implied), porn with so much plot, smut, vaginal sex, ANGST, alcoholism, brat taming, regret, hair pulling, unspecified relationship, trauma.. stuff?, breath play (unintentional)

Summary: The games were over, everything was over. It's just the four of you in the pathetic remains of district 12 now. You never stop arguing, how could you? But god, Haymitch can be so mean sometimes. Maybe you are too. But the arguments never last too long, and it's always worth it with the way he makes it up to you.

A/N: Sorry I don't write much. Hope y'all can forgive me.. here's my apology piece <3

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"Haymitch, you know how much of a fucking cunt you are?" you hissed at him as he watched Peeta stumble through the snow, yourself glancing back at Katniss storming off in the other direction towards her old house in the Seam.

"You have no room to talk," he practically spat, eyes ripping from Peeta's back to your enraged glare. "You're just as irreverent as she is, you brat."

You felt a twinge in your chest- taken aback by his diligence in simultaneously insulting you and his victor at once. Poor Katniss had recovered from her games, the war, her sisters death, all that trauma as much as could be hoped for and yet still picked fights. You were no better in that sense.

Years of living as a drunken survivor alongside Haymitch should've taught you to withstand his low blows- especially when he was a bottle deep, and yet he still manages to make you want to run off to that hole in the earth. Stare into its depths for hours as you had as a child, as you had for the 5 years after he had led you to victory up until the bombings.

"Fuck you," you managed, suddenly feeling entirely drained. These arguments were so frequent now, you coild hardly keep up. Your singing quartet of a symbol, a painter, a drunkard and whatever the fuck you were at this point, all dumbed down to bumbling idiots at the slightest trigger. Setting off landmines so terribly similar to those you had all been surrounded by in your games.

You set off at a quick pace to his home, snatching a bottle of spirits from his counter and practically running towards what used to be the Seam. You heard him yell something that surely would've set you ablaze once more if you had listened, but you were too far enveloped in your thoughts to care.

By the time you reached the softly smoking chasm, you were completely out of breath and exhaling some mix between a wheeze and a cough and a pant. You collapsed on the snow soaked cushions on the black metal bench that you had dragged painstakingly from the square a week or so ago.

You half sat, half lay on your left side. Dry, trembling fingers attempting to open your bottle. Nearly failing but refusing to relent, you finally cracked the cork from the opening. A froth spilled from the top, landing on your hand and sleeve. You sighed, internally blaming Haymitch though he had nothing to do with this particular struggle.

You sit, sipping the vulgar liquid for hours. Til your knuckles were red and puffy and your nose was runny and you were sure your lips were some shade of blue. Every rustle of branches or shift in snow catching your eyes, from any angle or position. Every movement spiking some sort of anxious overflow, hoping that it was Haymitch.

Haymitch isn't the first person you see, though. It's Katniss, emerging from the woods through a decently sized opening in the fencing near your spot. She looks much cozier than you, bringing some minor comfort in knowing she's better off than you at the moment.

She quietly approaches, game bag in hand stuffed with something heavy. You nod to her but she doesn't reciprocate. She stands next to you, glaring down into the mines with you.

"Do you think they're- their spirits, or something, that they're still down there?" You try to speak strongly, but after hours of silence it comes out hoarse.

"No." She says after a few moments, turning on her heel and beginning towards the Victors Village. You sigh, regretting something, but not sure what. Maybe the fact that you stayed as separate as you could from her over the time you'd known her. Maybe the fact that you hadn't tried to relate to her greif from this pit of despair sooner. Maybe none of it mattered.

You wanted to get up- wanted to stumble away and trip through that fluffy, gorgeous snow and back to Haymitch. Beg for forgiveness and plead for him to hold you. But it took you thirty minutes to tear your eyes from the horrible comfort.

When you finally attempted to move, your muscles were so stiff it felt impossible. You flexed each joint independently, pain shooting through your ankles as you bore your weight into them. Still weak in your bearings from the spirits, you took slow, trembling steps in the possibly correct direction.

You took the final swig from the bottle, gait faltering as your head tilted backwards. You flung the carcass of your comfort into a nearby mound of snow and it disappeared, leaving a concave in its wake.

It took you much longer than it had ever to return, at least if felt like it. When you reached the house, you turned the handle without knocking. You fully anticipated a blackout Haymitch, collapsed in a pile of clothes or hunched over his kitchen island. Instead, he sat on his stairs in a rather uncomfortable looking position.

"I'm sorry," you supplied without even a 'hello'. His bloodshot eyes flitted up to your diverted gaze and he stayed silent. An overwhelming feeling of rejection took you over, tears pooling across your waterline almost instantaneously. A stream of incoherent babbles took place of the distasteful silence and you fell to the floor in a heap.

Tears blocked your vision more than the view of your legs as you curled up in a ball on the floor, whispering the things you'd been thinking of saying aloud to Haymitch since you stormed off this morning. You thought he was still seated on the stairs, embarrassment rising to the forefront of your emotions along with regret and longing.

You were about to rise and stumble out of his home when you felt his strong, though shaking, hands on you. One on your back and the other coaxing between your calves and thighs up under your clenched knees. You relaxed ever so slightly and let him lift you.

You expected him to carry you to bed, as he had done so many times over the years, but instead he sat you on his counter in the only clear spot. You slouched, rubbing your eyes. He poured shots for the two of you as you pulled your legs up and rested your head on them. Your fingers toyed with the fluffy hem of your socks.

He threw his drink back without flinching and you attempted to do the same, but you winced as you swallowed, feeling bile rise to your throat then lower slowly. He took your glass and sat it on the counter next to you with his own.

You observed eachother for a moment, saying nothing. You waited. He watched. Your eyes flitted towards his hands, clenching into tight fists then relaxing over and over again. The silence was deafening.

"I was-"

"Do you-"

You brought your gaze back to his eyes, observing the same guilt and shame reflecting in your own. He sighed, stepping forward and pushing your legs apart to stand between them. His calloused hands found their way under your jacket and shirt, drawing patterns in the soft hair on your back. He pressed his lips to your forehead, trailing down until he was at the corner of your mouth.

"You aren't a brat," he whispered. You felt tears begin to well as you leaned up to meet his lips. The feeling was familiar and yet still felt uncertain from time to time. A rhythm always in sync with that of a decades long romance, and yet sensations still as new as young teens fawning over eachother. You loved him.

"You aren't a cunt," you pulled back slightly. Looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes. "Most of the time." You grinned. He chuckled and moved his hands from your back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Most of the time?" He questioned, expression matching your own. "Sweetheart, remember who feeds you."

"Uhh, Katniss?" You giggled, snorting softly.

"Okay, well, remember who gets you drunk,"

"I do that all by myself." He scooped you from the counter, eliciting a soft squeal. You wrapped your legs tight around his hips, allowing him to carry you. He walked to the couch, letting his knees hit the cushion before dropping you and kneeling over you, elbows on either side of your head.

He gently stroked your hair from your face, observing you quietly. He pressed his lips to yours at last, setting a slow but intense pace, slipping his tongue between your lips and quickly dissapating your thoughts.

He pulled back slowly, looking at you with a ferver you hadn't noticed a few minutes ago. He pushed his knee between your legs, forcing them open as he stroked your jaw and throat.

"Remember who makes you feel better than anyone could." And with that, your body was heaved up, clothes being pulled and tugged and thrown into the piles of everything else he had no use for.

In no time, you were stripped and helping him remove his own garments, leaving you bare and him in his briefs. He slipped down to the ground, pulling you by your knees until you were slouched with your legs over his shoulders.

He wasted no time in eating you out, licking and sucking at your core until you were whining in less than a minute. Your hands found their way to the back of his head, forming tiny fists and pulling him into yourself deeper.

He was sucking at your clit, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud, doing everything he knew you couldn't stand. He held your thigh with one hand, grazing the underside of the other with his knuckles before reaching to tease your soaked slit.

"Please, please fi- oh my god, finger me already," you cried, and he almost immediately sunk a finger knuckle deep, curling upwards as he increased the intensity of his oral ministrations. "Ohh, don't stop, please." Your words were drawn out and slurred.

He slipped another finger in, setting a brutal pace, your hips rutting against his face. He was abusing that spongey spot inside of you, making you cry out obscenities.

"Haymitch, I'm gonna cu-" you were cut off by him completely withdrawling from your cunt. You gasped, trying to pull him back, but he stood over you, eyes trained hungrily on your figure as he yanked his undergarments from himself, hard cock slapping his stomach before he stepped towards you, bare for your enjoyment.

He grabbed your hair firmly, stroking his cock inches from your face as you tried to reach it, body begging to taste him as you salivated. He pushed your head towards him and you took him in your mouth, gagging hard as he forced it to the back of your throat.

He pulled you off, a string of thick saliva connecting you to his manhood still. He released your hair, leaning down and grabbing you by the hips, nearly throwing you over the armrest of the couch. He was directly behind you, one knee planted on the cushion behind you, one leg on the floor.

He leaned down, his cock aligning with your slit as he pressed his face to your neck, whispering gruffly into your ear.

"I'm gonna fuck the brat out of you if it's the last fucking thing I do, got that, sweetheart?" Butterflies flared in your stomach as you nodded as much as his grip in your hair would allow. He yanked your head back slightly, stubble tickling your throat now.

"I said, got that? Use your words."

"Yes, sir!" You cried, and with that, he straightened himself and thrusted into you. He gave you no time to adjust, setting a vicious pace immediately, causing the couch to shift with every slam of his hips into yours, the wood floor screeching in resistance to the friction.

You screamed, going limp beneath him as he fucked you senseless. He grabbed your hip with bruising force, dragging you back into him with every thrust. There was a puddle forming beneath your head, saliva and tears mixing into a salty mess on the dirty floor.

You were enveloped in pure bliss, barely able to moan due to breathlessness. He was genuinely winding you, lungs compressed between the couch and his chest. You were gasping for air and he was only fucking you harder and harder. The coil in your belly was becoming tighter, pleasure overwhelming your senses.

You were whimpering and he was groaning, he pulled his hand from your hair, leaning into you further as he reached beneath you, pinching your clit and rubbing, sending jolts through your body. You cried harder, pushing back into him as much as you could, you were so close.

"I'm gonna cum, Haymitch, please," it came out hoarse and whispery, throat dry and lungs on low capacity. Then, he rose from his position leaning on top of you, letting you take in your first full breath in ages. You gasped and couldnt stop yourself from coming undone around his fat cock, a scream escaping you.

Your vision went black, your back arched, and he didn't stop. Warmth spread through your body as he pounded you through your orgasm, his fingers never stopping their little pinches and rubs on your clit.

"I'm gonna cum inside of you, sweetheart." He growled, and your limp body shivered with anticipation. You were overwhelmed and fucked out, but you didn't want him to stop.

He grabbed your hips with both hands and pulled you back onto him completely, groaning deeply as he emptied his balls into your wet mound. You couldn't stop trembling, the feeling of being full, fucked out, and overstimulated all at the same time overwhelming your senses.

He groaned, keeping his cock lodged inside of you as he lifted you and lay down on the couch. He squished you between himself and the back cushions, yanking an askew blanket from the top of them and pulling it over the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you sighed lovingly.

"Gonna start acting right." He said it like a statement.

"Maybe," you teased, and he squeezed your chest firmly, causing you to quietly gasp. "Yes, I meant yes." You corrected yourself.

"Good girl."

[imma-potatoo]

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[tetsutits]

𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐢𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 - kantou!rindou haitani x fem!reader

syn: you'd do anything for rindou—that's the problem.

⌗ friends with benefits. car sex. grinding. f!penetration. f!creampie. cursing. kissing. hair pulling. nipple play. unprotected sex. pet names (princess, baby, doll, pretty girl, etc). slight angst. wc: 1.4k+

an: i'm messing around w the format of my fics, trying to find one that's good w me aksns but this was pretty rushed, i'm sorry. but, enjoy!!!

MINORS DNI. | tr masterlist |

"y'know...when you said you wanted to go for a ride—fuck—this wasn't what i had in mind,"

rindou sits under you, large palms gripping the flesh of your hips, guiding your movements over his clothed half-hard cock, "yeah?" he smirks up at you, "well i don't see you complaining."

it's past midnight, the empty parking lot is void of any cars or people. the rain pours endlessly outside, and the sound of heavy raindrops hits the exterior of your friend's parked car. you've been sitting on his lap in the driver's seat, aimlessly making out for most of the night.

"this—this is okay, right?" your voice barely over a whisper, and he already knows what you're implying, what your mind wonders about. the confusion seeping from your tone doesn't go unnoticed by him.

it takes him a few seconds to completely comprehend what you're asking. his mind is filled with pleasure and need. he doesn't look up at you, instead choosing to close his eyes while his hands continue to grab and grope at you.

he manages, "I mean, yeah, why wouldn't it be?" trying his best to suppress a groan, he doesn't stop your movements, clothed cunt rubbing slowly against his hard bulge.

"friends don't usually do this, rin" you counter.

"friends do this all the time."

they don't. he knows this. you know this.

"you have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, more to himself than to you. he trails kisses all the way from your collar up to your neck, sucking and biting, tongue smoothing over to ease the throbbing pain.

before you have a chance to reply, you're cut off by his mouth when it latches on to yours. tongue tangling with each other and fighting for dominance, moaning when he tugs a bit too harshly on your lip. your arms around his neck tighten their grip, one of them moving up to grab a hold of the long hair at the base of his nape.

"shit—rin, oh my god," you reciprocate his movements, rolling your hips and grinding down on his fully hard cock. he throws his head back and groans in pleasure, his mouth slightly open—you catch sight of his wet lips and you already miss the feeling of them on yours.

It always ends up like this—you think. he asks you to hangout. you say yes. somehow things lead from one thing to another and you end up having sex. and you let him do it. every. time.

why? because you love him.

what bothers you the most is how he never asks for more. he never shows any signs of wanting to develop something more than just a physical connection. his face is always unreadable and you could never understand the true emotions of rindou haitani.

his length rubs against your clit and you bury your face in the crook of his neck to hide your whimpers, silently biting down on the skin, you'd doubt anyone could hear you over the sound of the rain anyway.

“lemme see you, baby,” he coos.

one of his palms makes its way to your nape to pull your head back, but keeps you close enough that your lips brush against each other. you could drown in the way he looks at you. like he's craving something so deeply but would never give in.

you hum softly at the feeling of his lips. he pulls you flush against him, chests touching—leaving almost every inch of you in contact with him.

"fuck—baby you feel s'good," his hands are everywhere, reaching and fingering the hem of the hoodie that you're wearing.

his hoodie.

he tugs it upward towards, you gasp as your bare chest is exposed to the hot air. instantly, your nipples perk, skin slightly tingling.

he brushes the fabric lightly against your bottom lip, "bite down on this for me, okay, princess?" and you can't get yourself to do anything but nod at him.

without wasting another second, he brings his mouth down to wrap it around one of your nipples. you let out a loud whine at the feeling of his tongue dancing around your sensitive skin.

your hands tug and pull at his dual-coloured locks, pushing his face into your chest even more. he grinds his hips up into you, and you're reminded of the slick that sticks onto your panties. how your core throbs with need and aches for more stimulation.

“rin. . . need you,” is all you can get out, watching him continue to suck and lick onto your sensitive nipples. He pulls away with a string of saliva connecting them.

“use your words, pretty girl,” he says, voice rough and both of his hands palming and massaging your sore breasts.

you feel heat rise all the way to your ears, but you can't think of feeling embarrassed because all you want right now is, “n-need your cock, rin, please” you plead, voice barely over a whisper.

he chuckles, raking his nails across the expanse of your back, “you gonna be a good girl and take it?” he murmured, chin tilted so he's looking straight up at you.

“mhm..promise i’ll be good,” you lift the hoodie off of you, your top now completely bare. he helps you with tugging your leggings and panties off, his hands rubbing down and caressing the skin of your thighs.

“you're so pretty, you know that?” and you bite the inside of your lip at his words.

his cock throbs at the contact of your palm against him, pulling a deep groan from his mouth. and you look at him—wordlessly requesting him to pull his sweatpants down.

he hisses through his teeth as soon as his length is freed. and you swallow at the sight of him. his face flushed, his forehead beads with a thin layer of sweat, and his abs flex and contract under you. you can't help yourself—your hand comes up to brush against his skin, all the way from his chest down to the bumps and ridges of his abs. you count his scars and all the tiny details about him. and you trace your fingers lightly over the black tattoo that covers the entire half of his body. a reminder of what he does everyday and how he puts his life at risk.

the air is hot and heavy in the car, windows starting to fog up. “you ready, doll?”

you let out a soft mhm, and position yourself over him. reaching down with your hand and lifting his heavy cock from where it sits on his abdomen, you sigh at the feeling of his thick head running through the outside of your pussy, slick with wetness and your clit tingles at the stimulation.

your body shudders when his red tip is pushed inside you, quickly needing something to grab onto and you reach for rindou’s shoulder, your nails digging into him.

“ohh–fuck, just like that, baby,” he pants, rubbing one of his large hands on your hip, you completely ease him in, sinking you down on his cock— ass meeting him at his base.

you bite back a moan at the feeling of him stretching your walls, you wont lie and say the burn doesn't feel good every single time. his cock pulsating and throbbing inside you. you wonder how you could last like this after all the edging he's done to you earlier—feeling that you could cum from the slightest bit of stimulation now.

“can I?” he asks, and you answer him by rolling your hips onto his. It draws a moan out of both of you, and he begins to slowly guide you up and down his length. you gasp at every feeling of his thick veins dragging against your gummy walls. the sounds of moaning and grunting fill the space of his car, along with the sound of your cunt squelching

"ah—fuck, this pussy’s mine, all fucking mine," he babbles, starting to buck his hips back into you from under. he gets lost in the feeling of you around him, always so fucking good and perfect for him. he watches as your breasts bounce with every thrust, and fucks you even harder.

“shit! r-right there!” you whine, and he brings his hands down to the flesh of your ass, lifting it up and slamming you back down on him, pulling another loud moan from you.

“yeah? you like it here, baby?” he says, and you cant reply even if you wanted to, he knocks the breath out of you with every thrust of his hips. he hits the spot over, and over, making sure to look you straight in your lustful eyes.

his hand brushes the stray hair away from your face, and catches you by your nape to pull you down into a hungry kiss. tongue licking and exploring at the insides of your mouth as he watches you struggle to kiss back. your eyes rolling and mouth wide open

“so perfect, always so good for me,” he praises in between kisses, his pace unforgiving, “you gonna cum for me?” he breathes, “gonna cum on my cock, princess?”

two long fingers reach down where your bodies meet, and he starts toying with your clit. rubbing it and pinching it between his fingers. your body jolts at the stimulation, legs shaking and your pussy squeezing around him. “yes, rin! pleasepleaseplease,” you beg, hips rutting and chasing the high you've been wanting all night.

“oh—shit, baby, c-cum with me,” he grunts and you let yourself loose, almost screaming at the sensation, your vision fills with white as you climax.

after a few strokes you also feel him fill you up with his warm and sticky seed, bodies sliding together, and him groaning into your ear. the hand on your hip squeezing you until it's painful. you know your body will be bruised tomorrow but you're too occupied to care.

his fingers eventually stop stimulating you, and his pace slowly comes to a stop. you watch as he brings them up to his face and licks your slick off of him, humming with satisfaction.

you let yourself lay limp on his chest. breath still panting. feeling dazy and basking in the afterglow.

a few minutes of shared silence pass by, and he finally speaks up, “how do you feel?”

“mhm… i'm good,” sighing comfortably, ignoring the sticky feeling in between your thighs.

he chuckles, massaging your sweaty skin, ���i'm gonna pull out now,”

you bite the inside of your lip at the overstimulation as he pulls out, his breath tickling your face.

you realize it's over. and you try not to feel too disappointed but you can't help it. you know this is the most that you will be getting from him. the most he could ever give you.

you muster up the courage to ask, "did you mean what you said?" you whisper, “th-that i'm yours?”

he looks at you, and after a few moments of silence, swallows the lump in his throat, "it—it was just in the heat of the moment kind of thing," he places you back into the passenger's seat gently, tossing your clothes back to you, "don't think too much of it,"

he reminds you every time, you could never have him. he never lets anyone get too close, and you ache to peel him apart bit by bit to discover why he hides himself, why he closes himself off.

you try to ignore the pain in your chest the entire ride home. blinking away the tears beading at your lash line, making sure to keep yourself facing the window so he wouldn't see.

rindou haitani is unattainable. and even if you know this by heart, you continue to give yourself to him every time, piece by piece, even if you hurt yourself along the way.

why? because you love him.

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

[crestfallenyh]

ateez and breath play headcanons

cw: several forms of breath play (which are dangerous if not performed well, so do your research and play safely). gn!reader. gagging with different objects, consented breath restriction, switch!, hard dom! and soft dom! ateez, usage of pet names and harsh words, mentions of penetrative sex, mentions of oral sex, usage of sex toys, overstimulation, manhandling, strength kink, slight dacryphilia, humiliation kink, exhibition kink and size kink if you squint. i got carried away with jongho and san's, i must say. these are some heavy practices and not everyone is into it, so if you're not comfortable with breath play during/after or pre intercourse, please do not read. thank you and let me know if i missed anything.

hongjoong: silk gagging.

hongjoong has always adored how mouthy and bratty you can get whenever he's instructing you to do something for him, because that only means he'll get to punish and fuck the brat out of you. he knows you do it on purpose, too. he looks hot when he's mad, you've said. so after that one occasion when you tried to work him up at a company dinner by making fun of him in front of everyone with lighthearted jokes, and he stuffed your mouth full of his navy blue tie and fucked you against the bathroom mirror, it has become an habit to buy silk pieces of fabric, all ready for him to use. he loves the tact of it, so luxurious, and the look on your face whenever he takes them out. the bright colours against your skin and the helplessness and fire in your eyes when you realize you can barely breath, much less answer to any of his teasing, are both priceless.

"where did all that boldness go, darling? weren't you talking back just now? you look so pretty like this, maybe next time you'll think twice before pissing me off"

seonghwa: deepthroating.

there's absolutely nothing in the world that seonghwa loves more than having you all pliant and ready to take his cock in between your warm lips. of course, any other type of intimacy is great too, but the feeling of power that overcomes him whenever your red, teary eyes gaze back at him from your position in between his legs or with your head hanging from the edge of the bed doesn't compare to anything else. is the absolute trust and love in your features what truly gets him going, knowing that he can push his length so far down in your mouth that you start to gag and breath heavily through your nose, and you'll love every second of it because as rough as he can get, he would never hurt you. it took a lot of trial and error to get there, lots of size training and long conversations on boundaries and limits for him to have you exactly how he loves you the most. the pride that fills up his chest at your tear stained cheeks turns him into the softest, most loving and reciprocating dom to ever exist.

"that's my beautiful doll, taking me in so well. you're always so good to me, but i bet you can take a little bit more, can't you? open up again"

yunho: finger-shoving down your throat.

the type to love shoving his long, slim fingers in your mouth, wether it is during foreplay to work you up because he knows just how much you love the weight of something against your tongue, or during sex in missionary, when your vision is cloudy, your eyelids are droopy, and your mind is hazy enough to have you salivating around his digits. he devours you with his dark eyes, drinking in every expression and switch in your fucked out face. he loves watching you try to swirl your tongue around those fingers, lingering for a little bit longer around his cold rings and choking slightly because of how big they are, and he also loves how sloppy and absentminded the whole action is. and if you start to babble whenever he's deep down your throat because of how dumb he's fucked you and how nice his cock feels inside of you? it's like lighting a switch in his brain, you're in for a long(er) night. also the type to get cocky about it.

"you love it, don't you? it's not enough for my hungry little cockslut to have me balls deep inside of you, you also need me in you mouth, all over you. it's okay, I'll give it all to you"

yeosang: head-shoving onto the pillow.

he's quite of a mean dom, and i can't accept refusal on this. he was already the sassiest before, but ever since he started training his arms and back muscles, and he realized just how much you liked seeing him flex those same muscles, there was no scape from his harsh tongue and even harsher grip on you. his favorite moments are when your ass is in the air, legs perfectly spread for him to fit in between, and in consequence, head and face against the mattress. he loves it so much, the way your body bounces and gets pushed to the front with every thrust, but he also fears that you will hit your head with the headboard. at least that's what he says. in reality, he also loves the opportunity to grab your hair to stop the bouncing and partially suffocate you with the pillow and hear your moans grow louder and louder that he can even hear through the fabric. he would 100% coo at you if your helpless hands clutch the blankets, pounding you that tiniest bit harder, as if he wanted you to feel him rearrange your guts in a literal sense, just to get the same reaction and beautiful sounds out of you, again and again.

"look at you, pretty. you can't do anything but taking me in, not even breathe properly. are you sure you can handle me?"

san: leash holding.

when he first suggested the idea, you didn't knew what to respond. it was something you had only seen once before, and you weren't sure that you would enjoy a collar and a leash around your neck. but then he explained, and little did you know that he, in fact, wanted you to pull him around, to have absolute control over his movements and even to be a little mean to him to the point of restricting his air influx with the leather material. and it was so much fun, whenever you used it. the way his eyes would water with humiliation and desire at the same time everytime you pulled the leash on him gave you a sense of power over him that was reserved exclusively to your ministrations in the bedroom. he's the type to adore whenever you're riding him and instead of leaning down to kiss him, you pull him to you, and the combination of your lips over his and the tight collar on his neck has him breathless, cheeks red, shiny eyes and grabby hands. just for you.

"my good little boy, you never complain when i pull hard on this. why's that? do you enjoy pain a little too much? or is it knowing that every breath you take belongs to me, and only me?"

mingi: choking.

this sweet boy right here will become putty in your hands no matter what you do, what you say, what you pull out on him. however, there's just something different about you riding him slowly, sinking down on his lengthy cock and bouncing up and down just enough for you to have his raspy moans spilling into your mouth and for it to be super intimate, with his hands holding your ass, your back, your thighs, everywhere. the only way to make this better for the both of you is when you wrap your fingers around his neck, and as lost in the pleasure as he is, he can't help but thrust up into you harshly, causing you to squeeze a little harder. his body goes numb and he can feel his own pulse ringing in his ears, he's watching you through his lashes in an almost drunken state and you can't help but stare at his swollen lips. his hand tends to come up to latch on your wrist, not to ask you to stop, but to ask you to go even harder on him.

"more? do you want more? who would've thought that a big guy like you would love to be controlled like this. fuck me harder, and I'll give you what you want"

wooyoung: gag ball.

now, you know how much of a big brat he is, always showing off and making jokes to make people laugh, and you love it. you truly do. but is in instances like this, when you have his cock on your mouth, that you can handle how big of a mouth he's got. so the first time you presented the idea of shutting him up with a gag ball, he was amused. amusement that soon enough turned into appalling as he noticed you were serious. and oh, how much you've enjoyed ever since. teasing his body with your tongue, overstimulating him with your hands and mouth and pulling the most rewarding pleasured broken moans and sobs out of his mouth. once you're done with him, it takes him a while to go back to his usual chatty self, as sore as his jaw is from bitting so hard into the toy. but one of the parts he loves the most is the aftercare, whenever you reassure and praise him for being so good to you. he wouldn't change it for anything.

"what is it, wooyoung-ah? too much? i can't understand you if you don't speak properly, and use your words. oh, you can't? guess you'll have to take what i give you, then"

jongho: mouth covering.

this man right here is the embodiment of confidence and cockiness when it comes to fuck you and manhandle you from every position and angle to ever exist. however, and as much as he loves watching your face contort whenever his thick cock stretches you out and pins your hips to the bed so hard that you have to hold onto his shoulders for dear life, and as respectful as he is, he also loves the thrilling that comes with fucking you in non-conventional places and situations. like dinner at your parents house, or the birthday part of one of his members. was in one of this occasions when he discovered how much it turned you on when he put his big hand over your face to prevent any sound from coming out. he's the type to whisper the filthiest of things in your ear right when his cock is hitting deep in you, and the practice has escalated so much that he now also covers your nose from time to time. you love the way your body goes limp in his hold, except from your hand running up and down his thigh, and your vision goes blurry from the lack of air. for him is even better when he lets go of you and you start choking on air, trying desperately to fill your lungs again. but still, you can never be to loud, so he chokes back your moans with a kiss full of spit,and he's proud. he makes you come undone in his hands, only to fill you up seconds later.

"do you want them to hear us, don't you, doll? what would your mommy say if she sees you like this, fucked out in my arms, hm? i bet you'd love it"

[daydreams-to-passages]

Soulmate Au | MC x Kalim. Gender-neutral Pronouns. | Angst

"Thank you for saving my butt!" His hands grabbed mine as a golden hue spread across them.

"Midas' touch." I wished looking up to him in shock but he had already tittered away to his Vice Dormhead who scolded him for being so careless. He didn't seem to have noticed. A heavy pang in my chest. As I reached out to him but he was already gone.

I looked for him across campus but didn't get any results I even asked my seniors, thankfully Cater knew who I was talking about.

"Hes about ya high, red eyes, tan skin-"

"Oh! Your talking about Kalim he's in the light music club with me! Why are you looking for him?" He asked coyly seeming as how I barely knew anyone.

"He's my soulmate." I stated with a blank look to which Cater put his hands up defensively, "Soulmate? You can't possibly know that you haven't even officially met yet. Your sounds a little creepy, cutie pie."

I groaned a shook my head, "I've heard stories of places who don't have soulmate bonds but to think I actually came to one. No, i don't mean it stalkery. He grabbed my hands and thanked me at the enterance ceremony we have midas' touch. It's a golden color soulmate bond. So we he grabbed my hands they started to cover in gold. And the longer or more he touched say like a hug it would have became veiny and spread. The better the bond the brighter and more healthy both mates are." I tried to explain to Cater during lunch but as one should know everyone who has even slightly better hearing could hear bits and pieces of the explanation. Lilia was the most curious and popped up near us asking various questions. I answered him to the best of my abilities.

...

Time went on Lilia and Cater both mentioned things to me about Kalim about how friendly and how much he liked parties saying how I'd be invited at some point and would be able to talk to him then. But no time went on days turned into months which turned into half a school year.

Finally I was done waiting. My bond ached in my chest straining to get to him. I went to the light music club with some vague directions from a third year. Just as I was about to knock on door an argument started, "Kalim why are you rubbing your chest?"

"Hmmm...? It's a bond."

"A soulmate bond?"

"Yep! They're super rare but its talked about in some books Jamil had me read when I was younger!" His voice light an airy with sounds of happiness specially when he mentioned the name Jamil.

"Oh who is it?" Lilia asked coyly already knowing but testing the future sultan.

"Oh its MC. But I cant." He mutters softly, I placed a hand on my chest feeling the bind strain and pull as if the tether was going to snap.

"Why not?"

"Cause I can't love her. I already love someone. I mean I feel bad so I'm staying away. I don't want to hurt her more." He said mournfully as if he had to choose between his destiny and his heart. And he chose his heart. Tears blinked from my eyes as I feel the bond snap.

A soul tear. Who would have thought my pineing after someone who wound me this way. I can't hear anything else, everything had faded away into silence as my feet moved away darken cracks spread through my skin. If one side of the soul bond is rejected while the other doesn't reciprocate it could be life-threatening. I was always told to be kind and love them with all my being but who would have thought fate would be so cruel.

"Hey are you alright?!" Someone asked but I couldn't process what they were saying as I collapsed on the floor. My chest in so much pain everything shook. I closed my eyes willing the pain into a box to never reopen.

Just wishing I never met him. My destiny.

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Bum bum bum~ End (for now. If requested I'll add a second part <3)

Soulmate Au with Kalim! I'm sure a lot of people expected to be more sugary but I like to personally HC Kalim is actually devoted to one person *coughcoughJamilcough* a whole of a lot more than we originally thought. So a touch of a love triangle! I also wanted to make Kalim a touch more human and personified sunshine.

[ducky-died-inside]

A year of love and flowers: Camilo x Fem reader

Hanahaki

Summary: You've had a crush on Camilo Madrigal, your best friend for about a year. Thinking he doesn't reciprocate your feelings, you develop a disease called Hanahaki. He finds this out and tries to find the boy, and tries to cure you. He figures out its him, and is almost too late.

Genre: angst to fluff

Notes: More Angst again! You and Camilo are 17 in this.

Warnings: Angsty, Hanahaki

CAMILO IS A MINOR! 18+ DNI!

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You laughed at something Camilo said, your eyes glinting in the sun. He smiled smugly, proud that one of his bad jokes had finally gotten you to laugh. "Finally! After all these years of being your amigo, I finally got you to laugh!" Camilo teased.

You just nodded, the word amigo piercing your heart. You felt something in your chest and started to cough. It started to get more violent and Camilo was getting worried.

"Are you alright, mi vida?"

It was times like these when you weren't sure if you guys were just friends or something more. You opened your hand that you had been coughing into, and saw a gardenia petal. The flower of a secret love. Your eyes widen but you try to quickly close your fist before Camilo can see it.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just got something stuck in my throat."

"No you won't. I saw that petal. Who is it?"

"Who is who?"

"The person you like. I need to help you find them so you can be cured."

"It's no one. He's too dense to notice me like that." You sigh and Camilo huffed.

"Come on. Don't sell yourself short. I'm sure he likes you just as much as you like him!"

"If only." You muttered under your breath. You thought about all the times that you had helped Camilo through breakups and break downs.

Flashback

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You rubbed Camilo's back as he sobbed on his bed.

"Why do girls keep dumping me? I'm a great guy!"

You just nodded and continued to soothe him. Camilo has had multiple girlfriends, but they always ended up dumping him for who knows why.

"At least I'll be here. Through everything you go through I'll be here for you."

"Thanks, mi amiga."

Amiga.

The word itself was just filled with venom. It was clear that was the only thing you would be to him. Just an amiga. Nothing more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time skip

You had had this disease for a while now, about three months. It was staved off by Camilo hanging out with you, making you feel loved by him. Whenever you would watch him leave, you'd sigh sadly, and end up coughing up an entire gardenia flowers. It soon got to the point where you were bedridden, unable to do anything without fainting.

Camilo would still come and visit you while you were in bed, trying to figure out who it was. He never thought of the fact that it might be him, because he loves you, but didn't want to ruin your friendship. He started to recognize his feelings while he was taking care of you, keeping you from dying.

"I wish you knew." He expected you to respond, but when you didn't he immediately started jumping to conclusions. He looked over to see you sleeping peacefully. He smiled at you and squeezed your hand. It was unnaturally cold. He quickly looked for a pulse and found one. He gave a sigh of relief and figured it was because of your lack of oxygen. He decided to leve and let you rest, still thinking about who it could be.

On his way out, he gives a heavy cough and two petals fall into his hands. He steps back, startled. He lets the petals fall to the floor, and rushed back to the Casita as fast as he could.

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You woke up the next day, looking around the room. You spot the petals on the floor and go to pick them. It takes a while for you to get up, your frail body not used to moving for a while. You pick them up and study them. White rose petals. The flower of new beginnings.

You hurry down the stairs to find your mom making breakfast. Hanahaki was not an uncommon disease in Encanto. Many people often thought that they had unrequited love, but in almost all instances everyone ended up healed, as most people just imagine their love is not returned. So when you caught it, your mother wasn't too worried, knowing that Camilo would eventually realize his feelings. As a mother, she could tell things like this. She was however worried see you out of bed.

"Mi corazón, what are you doing out of bed?"

She quickly led you over to the couch, and made you sit down.

"I need to find Camilo. I found these in my room." You handed the petals to your mother, and heard her gasp.

"He did seem a little distant as he left last night, rushing out the door without as much as a goodbye."

Your mother was worried about you walking to the Casita by yourself, so she went with you and was supporting you so that you could walk more easily. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and your mother came up to the Casita and the blinds were waving to you quickly as if telling you to hurry up. Your mother quickened her pace, dragging you along with her. You went inside and left your mother as you found the strength to go up to Camilo's room. You burst in and when he saw you, you collapsed from overexertion.

"Y/N!"

He picked you up and placed you on his bed, tears starting to fall. He stroked your hair and whispered into your ear.

"Why are you here? You shouldn't be here, you should be in bed."

Your eyes opened at his words, realizing that you had fainted.

"I needed to see you. I found some petals in my room. They were white rose petals instead of gardenia petals so I knew they weren't mine." You paused, debating on if you should tell him or not but before you could, he interrupted your thoughts.

"Y/N, I love you."

Your lungs started to clear as you heard his words, and you breathed easily for the first time in months. He had tears pouring down his face, and you looked at him.

"I love you too, Camilo."

He looked at you, shocked at your words.

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I loved you so much and I couldn't imagine what would happen if you rejected my feelings. I guess it just became too much."

As you breathed in the clear air, Camilo stared at you.

"So this whole time, we could have avoided all the flowers and the pain you went through if I wasn't so dense?!"

Camilo was upset at himself. At the beginning when you had started coughing up flowers, you had said that the guy you liked was too dense to notice you in that way. It was him. He was too dense.

"I guess, but at least now we both know our feelings."

You rubbed his back as you saw him beat himself up inside for not noticing you sooner.

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After a few minutes of him and you crying, you two finally left his room. You found your mother and let her know what happened between you and Camilo.

"Oh mi precioso, I'm so glad you two figured it out. I've been waiting a long time for this."

"For what, me and Camilo dating?"

"What else?" Your mother had a teasing smile on her face as Camilo came back from telling his mom.

He hugged you tightly from behind and you looked up at him.

"Hey, mi vida." You smiled at him as you knew this time that he ment it in a different way.

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Alright, another one done! I had a different ending where you die instead which is right here if you want to read it!

[snzunii]

— SEE YOU AGAIN [5]

+ summary. in which, you and sanzu are in a very chaotic arranged marriage.

+ tags. romance, fluff, heavy (?) angst, modern au, smau, arrange marriage au, college setting, use of profanities, eventual smut, 18+

+ status. on-going

+ masterlist.

...

the question that you have been asking was answered as soon as you got out of your lecture hall.

you see, not far from where you stand is a pink-haired man, holding a box in front of your schoolmate; looking all flustered and shit.

yes, you really shouldn't put any meaning to what he does. you just had a mentally agonizing examination and now, you're experiencing this excruciating pain inside your chest.

how could you not when you see your so-called husband giving something to the person who he said he likes.

is he courting her now? what the fuck is this?

even though your parents are the one who decided to marry the two of you, it's pretty disrespectful on your part that he's courting someone, don't you think?

you wanted to go over there and just go off in his face but instead you turned around and your feet lead you to your uni's rooftop.

you can't really make a scene in your uni because first of all, that would be very embarrassing. second, no one knows you two are married and third, sanzu doesn't even know that you have feelings for him.

it's a lot painful, no? you're married to the person who you have loved ever since you were a little kid— but he's still not yours.

so here you are, climbing on the rails to seat on the ledge not until someone held your waist and carried you down.

“what the fuck?!”

“you're not going to jump are you?” the voice was a bit unfamiliar to you— it was deep; though it was very gentle and filled with concern, you wanted to wiggle your way out of his hold but he’s arms are tightly wrapped around your waist.

you can really feel that he’s afraid that you’ll jump. though, you wouldn’t.

you turned your head, a bit surprised to see who that person was. “kakucho? how long have you been here?”

"tell me, you're not going to jump or i'm not going to let go of you."

you chuckled awkwardly, “i'm not. i'm just going to sit over there.” you pointed to the platform.

"no, that's not safe. you can just stand here, it’s much better to stay here."

you mumbled a small 'okay' before putting your foot down and that's when kakucho released you. , he really looked like he meant to never let you go so you surrendered and just repeated your question, “how long have you been here?”

“this is my go-to place.” he answered, “i was here before you.”

you smiled, “i'm sorry. should i go?”

he looked at you and reciprocated your smile, “so, were you able to comprehend things?”

“huh?”

you frowned and then it suddenly hit you, he confessed to you yesterday. you don't even like him— he's good-looking, kind and intellectually gifted; there's no doubt in all that but he isn't the problem.

it's you.

“oh that.” you chuckled, an awkward one at that. "you just have a crush on me, right? not, like like. because i can't really— uhm, how do i explain this-"

“you like someone else.” he said, putting a stop to your endless babbling. kakucho smiled, “it's okay. i'm not head over heels for you, i just admire you.”

“okay.” you laughed, and you're kind of relieved. because you really don't like hurting someone else, especially a nice person like kakucho.

“so, what brings you here?” he asked as he leaned on the railings, eyes staring at the city's skyline.

“i wanted to think.” you answered, you wanted to think about your decision to marry someone who doesn't even look at you the way you wanted to be looked at.

though it isn't all your fault, you just followed your parents' decision.

“think about?”

you looked at kakucho, thinking if you should tell him things. he doesn't look like he spread rumors and stuff. and you want to let your feelings out but your friends are still in their respective class. maybe it’s okay, you’re not insensitive for opening up to kakucho, right? he doesn’t even like you that deeply.

ah, fuck it.

“you know sanzu, right?" you started, kakucho just nodded, "he's my husband. we're married, like arranged.”

kakucho stayed silent for a second, contemplating whether to believe you or not but you looked like you were telling the truth. he’s not going to lie, but he’s not going to admit it to you.

it stung. there was this unexplainable feeling in his chest that he can’t shake. he likes you, he has been admiring you for he don’t know how long. he thought that that tweet was a window for him to talk to you but he realizes now that the windows were never open to begin with.

he just said that earlier so you don’t feel bad about rejecting him, he’s that nice.

you examined kakucho’s expression, there’s no doubt that he believes you. wow. “okay, and?”

“so, you believe me?” kakucho frowned earning a laugh from you, “you really believed that I’m married? i’m still in college and i’m married. you believed that?”

he raised his eyebrow, “so you’re lying?”

“no, just messing with you. it’s true, though.”

...

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[saphirered]

Heyo! Saw you wanted some individual character requests! I'm a sucker for Grog, and there isn't enough out there for him, so I was wondering if you could do a Grog x Sorceress!reader where the reader doesn't think grog would have a reason to like her since she isn't a melee fighter. Thank you so much!

P.s. Your writing is amazing, and I always love reading your works! ❤️

Thank you for the request! I'm glad you like my writing and hope you enjoy this one! Turned out a bit longer than I intended but that means more content. Anyway, Enjoy! 😘

Seated on the stone balustrade feet dangling over the edge looking over the city in front of you you twiddle your thumbs. You needed a moment away from everyone to sort your mind on your own. There’s a solitude in the dark clouds looming above and the first drops of rain signalling an oncoming storm and it’s never failed you before. Even while there’s no one around, you can confide in such storms knowing your words will be heard but carried away upon the wind and drowned out by the rain and thunder. A good storm won’t judge or hold a grudge. It will simply accept and listen. So here you’ll stay speaking your worries into the abyss and hope for some clarity or ease of mind and heart.

Back inside Grog sits on one side of the table, Scanlan at the other. They hold their respective tankards at the ready as the gnome counts down. By the end of the countdown they swing back their drinks finishing them as fast as they can being cheered on by the rest of Vox Machina and other witnesses to this drinking game. Grog’s determined to win this. While he’s pretty sure his tankard is actually a bucket with a handle, it’s more to scale compared to the gnome’s. Ale spills over the sides of Scanlan’s drink but Grog keeps it neat. No wasting ale after all.

With one last big chug Grog finishes the drink, slams it down on the table roaring in victory as the table shakes beneath his hit. Scanlan puts the remainder of his drink down on the table wiping his face disappointed. Grog looks around the crowd. Some are happy celebrating with him, others pass over money to the happy people for paying up on whatever amount they lost in their bets. How could they even consider Scanlan would win. He’s the best of the best after all and no one can out drink the all mighty Grog. He doesn’t spot you among the crowd and the victory doesn’t feel as sweet anymore. He really hoped you could have seen this one. Where had you gone?

Before Grog can get up and go find you he’s given a refill and the next challenger approaches. New bets are placed, Vex massages his shoulders giving him a pep talk and noting how he’s been making her a lot of money so better keep it up. He doesn’t want to disappoint his friends. One more game. Then he’ll go find you wherever you went.

The next game comes along, and another, and another but he’s done. No more games. When another challenger approaches and the game starts he doesn’t pick up the tankard and pushes away from the table. People ask him what the hell he’s doing but he ignores them. They’ve kept him long enough so he just up and walks before they can stop him. Grog leaves the room but Pike follows behind him worried for her buddy. He never refuses a good ale or a challenge, let alone the two combined.

“Grog? Grog, wait up!” Pike rushes after him leaving the banquet hall behind. Determined Grog still keeps walking but slows down his pace enough to let Pike catch up with him.

“Where are you going? There’s still plenty of ale to be drunk!” Pike reaches for the goliath’s hand to pull him to a stop. He does and turns to face Pike.

“I think I’ve had enough.” Grog says and Pike gasps. Never, never does Grog think he’s had enough to drink. Something must be wrong with him. Is he ill? Does he have a fever? Did someone poison her buddy’s drink? She might go on a war path if someone did and ruined his fun! But Grog seems okay. Physically that is. He’s fine.

“Do you know where she went?” Grog asks, maybe Pike can help him find you and maybe she can talk to you why you left. He doesn’t think you’d want to talk to him about that kind of stuff and while he’d consider himself a good listener, if something’s really up Pike always knows what to do. She can help.

“Who?”

“The pretty sorceress.” Grog states as a matter of fact and it is. Anyone who dares say otherwise clearly need some of those glass thingies Percy keeps on his nose and make him look smart.

“Oh, I don’t know Grog. She left to go get some fresh air.” Pike searches her mind to see where you might have gone. There’s a few places that come to mind but it’s all narrowed down to just the one when thunder rumbles through the sky. She knows exactly where you went and by the looks of it so does Grog.

Grog knows there’s only one place you really love to watch a storm unfold. You’ve told him before and you’ve even watched some storms together there. He shares a look with Pike and picks up his step going where he knows you’ll be, still dragging pike behind. When she doesn’t move fast enough he swings her up on his shoulders, running up the steps as far as they’ll take him, dodging a torch and pushing aside a guard here and there.

Then around the corner he sees you. Feet dangling over the edge, a single push away from what could possibly be a death drop, hand outstretched catching the rain with a sad smile on your face. You’re absolutely gorgeous. More alluring than anyone ever could. If he could paint, Grog would make sure this moment would be captured for eternity just so he would never forget. Maybe he can get some money from Vex to hire a painter? If Scanlan did it, why shouldn’t he?

You’re seated alone at the top of the tower. Lightning flashes through the clouds, sometimes branching down to strike the ground be it mountain or forest, you’re in a valley of safety surrounded by the storm. The drops of rain hit your outstretched arm extended beyond the cover of the overhanging. Cold as they are to the touch you watch them glide around your arm with movement until they too, continue their descend.

“…Sometimes I wish I would just have the courage but I don’t.” You speak into the skies. A burst of lightning strikes in the mountains, the sound echoing and even this high up you can feel the slight tremor of the ground. You know a storm is no sentient being but you read it like a reply no less and continue.

“I’m not a fighter. I don’t know how to wield a sword or an axe. I can barely lift one. We have such vastly different lives. Grog’s got no reason to like me in any way.” Thunder strikes again you smile briefly. You’ve come to terms you’ll always like Grog and your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. The only reason you’re even spending time together in the first place is because you’re both involved with Vox Machina in one way or another. You’ve got hardly anything in common so if you hadn’t met through them Grog probably wouldn’t even have thought about you twice.

That may sound sad and you’re thankful for getting to know him but Grog has his own life and interests so why should he bother indulging you in yours. He’s already not a big fan of magic and you won’t bother attempting to teach him. It’s not like it’s any interesting stuff and he’d probably be bored out of his mind the entire time. Then again, the theoretics of magic might just not be your strong suit either. It’s more of a natural born gift.

Grog gets this weird feeling in his chest as if he’s been hit by something and it’s being twisted. Kind of like when he got shot by an arrow and Pike had to remove it. It’s not a good feeling. Checking for injury just to make sure he’s fine. It’s clear to him he feels this on the inside; his heart bleeds a little for you. You shouldn’t think that way. He likes you. He likes you a lot actually so you couldn’t be more wrong. Pike nudges him to set her down. He does as they remain around the corner, leaving you unaware of their presence.

“Go talk to her.” Pike whispers and Grog panics for a brief second. How is he even supposed to do this? What is he supposed to say? He doesn’t know how this psychology stuff works. That’s what Pike’s for. If people feel sad they often come to her, talk about their worries and problems and then they feel better. How’s he supposed to do that? He’s not Pike.

“She needs you, Grog. I know you like her and she needs you. Go talk to her.” Pike nudges him on into your direction. The goliath isn’t physically moved by her effort but he does move. If Pike says you need him, if you really need him then he’ll be there. Looking over his shoulder one last time to ask Pike for some advise she’s already half way down the stairs leaving you with him. Grog thinks hard for a moment but thinking isn’t his strong suit either so he’ll do what he always does; face the problem head on.

A throat clears behind you and you almost slip from the fright it gave you. A heavy step rushes forward and an arm wraps around your waist pulling you back before you can fall. You’d have spells to save you in case you did fall but you’d rather not and are grateful for your valiant saviour. The bare arm wrapped around your waist is covered in tattoos, markings and scars and engulfs the majority of your middle. It doesn’t take a fool to know this arm belongs to Grog Strongjaw himself.

Flustered you allow the goliath to pull you back onto solid ground and off the balustrade entirely before he lets go of you, making sure you’re right on your feet. How much of your conversation with the skies did he hear? Did he hear anything at all? Grog steps back and stares at his boots. He doesn’t only appear to be more embarrassed than you feel but also apologetic.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Please don’t fall again and please don’t be angry at me.” Grog closes his eyes tightly afraid you might be mad at him as he was the cause of you almost experiencing a death drop. You’re basically gods but if we’ve learned anything from Keyleth; that doesn’t save you from a splat.

You step forward grab one of his hands in yours drawing his attention. With your index finger you tilt his chin up just enough so he’s looking at you and not over you. These gestures are enough for Grog to open his eyes. When there’s no look of anger on your face the tension in his body falls away just slightly. There’s still some rigidness from nerves but he’s closer to usual Grog.

“Chin up, big guy. You saved me too. I’m not mad.” You smile and the smile is returned. The air is still somewhat awkward so you decided you best get this over with and clear it up.

“How much did you hear?” You ask. The blush rushing to Grog’s cheeks and frantic glancing around to make sure no one else is here to witness it tells you he heard enough.

With a deep sigh you step back to the balustrade sitting down upon it once more but now to face Grog instead of the sky, your hair blowing lightly in the breeze, the rain and occasional illuminated sky behind you leave him staring yet again forgetting your question. He’s just captivated but you calling his name snaps him out of it. Saved it. Still got it. As long as he doesn’t turn to ‘drunk Keyleth’ levels he’ll consider it a win.

“I-uhhhh…. Why don’t you think I like you?” Grog twiddles his thumbs rocking back and forth from his tiptoes to his heels in anticipation of your answer. He knows he heard you tell the sky but he wants to be sure because if he gave you any reason to believe he didn’t like you, he did do something wrong. He’ll pick you over any of those other fools down stairs. He might just even pick you over the best ale. He’d already picked you over the ale he’d been offered. If that isn’t testament to his fondness of you, then what is?

“Ah, so you did hear that. I just- I think-. Ugh, why is this so hard?” You try to express your reasons but words are difficult and feelings even more so to describe yet still you try. Grog waits patiently either way.

“Do you think we would have been friends were it not for our lives being tied together as they are now?” You ask the dreaded question. You don’t even know if you really want the answer afraid that it may break any semblance of hope you had somewhere in your mind. Grog’s brow furrows, deep in thought but mostly confusion.

“Of course we would be. Why wouldn’t we?”

“Because I’m not like you. I’m not a fighter. I stay back with my spells and incantations while you run in axe swinging taking down anyone in your path. I read while you train. I sit around in my tower watching the skies while you go out and drink the town dry looking for a fight to enjoy. I could never do what you do and I do not dare to assume you’d have any interest in doing what I do.” The thoughts and feelings find words. A tension lifts from your chest like a breath you didn’t know you were holding just by speaking your mind to the goliath in question.

Grog knows damn well you’re not a fighter in the traditional sense. No steel or arrows for you but that does not mean you’re not a fighter in your own right. If he’s learned anything a fighter comes in many shapes and forms and you fit the description perfectly. You’ve shown determination and strength, courage against all odds and immense skill. You are a fighter.

“When I run into danger kicking ass who’s had my back every time?” Grog asks. There’s a harshness and authority in his voice indicating he’s leading somewhere and you better answer.

“We all have-“ Grog cuts you off.

“No. You have had my back every time.” He corrects. “Who comes watch me train, throwing spells to keep me on my toes? Who does it while reading her books completing not one but two tasks at the same time?”

“I do.” You admit.

“And who helps me kick ass in bar fights? Who cheers me on or joins me in any gamble or drinking game? Who is the best drinking buddy? You are. Now, who spends time with you watching storms whenever they occur up here in the tower or anywhere else?”

“You… do…” Grog’s right.

“I like to spend time with you because I like you. I don’t care you don’t swing an axe. That firestorm you do works just the same and looks way more badass. I’m not the smartest but I know two of the same are not always useful and can be too much. What are you going to do with two when you only need one. You need difference so they compitry- complitarity- colmpli-“ Grog struggles with that word. He’s heard Percy use it in a similar context but why is it such a difficult word to recall. He still tries and just hopes you’ll get what he’s trying to say.

“Complimentary?” You ask. You fear Grog might get himself a migraine if he tries any harder. You still don’t think that’s the correct use of the word but you get it. He’s trying to lift your spirits and it’s working.

“That one. Yes. Complimentary. I don’t just like you, I love you for who you are. You’re special and being different makes you special.” Grog admits he tries to fight the heat rising to his cheeks from admitting what he did but when he sees your smile grow, that’s enough to push his pride aside and let it be. Maybe he can do this thing Pike usually does after all? Maybe not unless it’s you. When he tells you he loves you he means it. When he has to say it to the likes of Vax he’d rather eat his own boots for lunch.

You gesture with your hand and beckon the goliath over to come closer. You rise to stand on the edge of the balustrade and wrap your arms around Grog’s neck holding him close. You feel his arms wrap around you in turn and pull you closer to where your feet barely touch the stone.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.” You pull back to look Grog in the eyes as he still holds onto you and take his cheeks between your hands giving him a quick kiss. Grog’s eyes light up and lifts you up higher offering you a kiss of his own. Sweet and short and filled with glee. He sets you back down on your feet but doesn’t let go of you yet.

“Do you want to go back downstairs? Last I checked there was a drinking game going on? Should we show them what we’re made off?” You grin and the proud look on Grog’s face tells you enough to know exactly what you’re talking about.

“Let me tell you the tale of my grand victories-“ Grog starts as he begins leading you back down the stairs, arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you into his side as you walk.

[takamikeiigos]

• though keigo tends to be loud, seemingly carefree, and outgoing, he's convinced himself that hero work is his #1 priority and he has zero time to be getting all up in a tizzy about feelings

• this man probably doesn't even know what a long, meaningful hug feels like. but what does it matter because he's a hero, he doesn't have time to be mulling over that kinda stuff

• now don't get me wrong, keigo has all of the basic human wants and needs for love, affection, companionship, etc. but has managed to tuck those thoughts away deep in the back of his mind

• so he spends his free time alone watching movies by himself while eating takeout, or finding somewhere high on the skyline to perch upon while the breeze caresses him and gives him comfort while he's deep in his thoughts

• when it comes to his avian characteristics and needs, he knows many people don't understand so he tends to them himself

• long tiresome processes of preening his own wings, often getting aggravated when he can't reach a spot or can't get certain feathers to lay flat

• or when it's that time of the season and he continuously chooses to go through his ruts alone because he hasn't allowed himself time to slow down and properly take care of it, because he grew up too fast and exploring his own wants and needs was never an option

• let's talk about keigo nesting during a rut bc of pure instinct but suddenly coming to the harsh reality that he has no one to share it with

• ouch

• imagine the first time he meets you

• you think he's probably the most loud and obnoxious motherfucker you've ever met but he grows on you over time

• its only after spending a bit of time by his side that you realize little things about him that kinda break your heart

• he smiles and jokes around a lot, but when you catch him deep in thought or slipping you notice the vacant stares that make him seem far, far away

• or the fact that he doesn't touch people unless they prompt first, whether it's a high five or a pat on the shoulder, but his hands mostly remain in his pockets or by his sides otherwise

• so it breaks your heart even more when you go to give him a quick hug before checking out for the day and he completely tenses up, clearly not sure how to react

• it occupies most of your thoughts that night, before it finally dawns on you that keigo didn't reciprocate because he didn't know how to (not literally, of course)

• from then on you touch him more often - like gently putting your hand on his shoulder when you're reaching over him, or placing your hand on the small of his back when moving around him

• over-all you're in his space more, always standing a few inches closer so your shoulders touch or your hands brush

• but let's talk about that one time you both go on a mission together and keigo gets knocked around a lil bit

• you're finally able to catch up to him and the idiot is standing there covered in bruises, feathers missing and his hero outfit almost torn to shreds, and he has the audacity to smile at you like he didn't just get knocked into next week

• he tenses again when you run up to him and pull him into a frantic hug, worry ebbing from your entire being but grateful that he's still standing and alive

• but the exhaustion finally catches up to him and its then that his wall comes crashing down, his arms wrapping around you like he's clinging to you for dear life, and his head is resting on your shoulder, coming free of all those heavy thoughts he's been carrying with him

• things slowly change after that

• months later you two end up together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were lost but finally found, a relief of a perfect fit

• he texts you constantly - whether it's of things that remind him of you, or a picture of a cat he saw while on patrols, or even just to let you know you mean the world to him

• when you’re both together he almost always ends up being the one to initiate physical contact now, staying close in your space and his hand always rest against you

• on nights after a long day of patrolling, he'll come over and you'll put a movie on, cuddling close together on the couch while eating the most unhealthy junk food you could find to take the edge off

• you catch him smiling to himself one of those times, and when you look at him curiously, he shakes his head and laughs quietly

• "'s nothing baby bird, just nice to finally have someone to do this with"

• on another tiresome evening of patrolling, he flies through your bedroom window (you always leave it unlocked and open for him) and perches on your windowsill

• you can instantly tell something is bothering him by the way he's holding himself, his wings twitching and his body tense

• so you beckon him to come sit on your bed with you, thinking maybe a back rub will ease the tension. but when he finally sits down in front of you, the disarray of tangled feathers is the answer to your unasked questions

• you tell him to relax and he does, but when you hesitantly run your fingers against his feathers he nearly jumps out of his skin

• you pull your hand away as if it was burned and when you ask if you accidentally hurt him, he flushes and avoids eye contact

• "no! no, you didn't hurt me. they're just.. sensitive. 'm just not used to people touching them like that. but it.. it feels good"

• so you continue running your fingers through his feathers gently, making sure they're all in place and pulling the loose ones from his wings

• he’s all breathy sighs underneath your hands and you swear you hear him cooing every once in a while and your heart melts at the amount of intimacy and trust

• it turns into a ritual after rough days, and neither of you mind it

《《 NSFW 》》

• so look, i’m not saying keigo is a virgin but we're gonna keep going with this little needy & touch starved trend we got going. to each their own

• keigo loves being touched, but he also loves touching you

• i’m talking always pressing up against you when you’re both alone, face nuzzled in your neck while biting and licking, hands on your hips and squeezing

• clinging to you when you’re about to get out of bed, or sneaking into the shower with you bc he misses your warmth and is craving some skin on skin contact, his head nuzzled into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you from behind

• tbh he’s probably still half asleep as he does this, too. you basically have him completely limp in your arms when you turn to start scrubbing his hair

• i’m getting a little off topic, huh?

• he’s always trying to get your attention, especially when he knows you’re busy

• he’s almost always breathless when things get hot and heavy, nearly falling apart over a make-out session

• but when you finally get him out of his clothes and on the bed where you want him, the experience is one you want to relive forever

• he’s got this wonton facial expression, chest flushed and wings puffed out, lips parted with unspoken pleas as you touch him

• the first time you even touch his dick he nearly loses it, head tossed back and fingers gripping the sheets

• "fuck.. fuck that feels so good dove, please don't stop"

• he’s so sensitive, his skin feels like it might burst into flames because of how worked-up he's getting

• the sight of him falling apart from a simple hand job is a sight to see, something you weren't expecting to get you going but it is

• you stroke him slow, your grip just loose enough where he ends up having to work for it, all the while you're gauging his expressions

• keigo is a talker, loud and completely unashamed of the filth pouring from his lips as he fucks up into your fist, his jaw slack and his brown pinched in pleasure and concentration

• "please baby, right there. god, you feel so fucking good, please don't stop. fuuuuck"

• when you decide to touch his wings out of sheer curiosity, you weren't expecting to his reaction to turn you on as much as it did

• keigo arching off the bed with a broken "f-fuck!", yanking you forward into a harsh kiss as he moans broken please and appraisals into your mouth, whining

• he finally comes in thick spurts over your hand, his hips stuttering as he thrusts upward to milk the final drops of his come, chest heaving and breathy pants falling against your lips, his hands tangled in your hair

• touch starved, needy, and sensitive

don't get me started on my man's going into a rut. whoo, good stuff.

sorry this is so long!! i got very carried away once i got into it.

if anyone wants to request anything, please do?? i would love that, especially since I'm trying to learn more about this beautiful bird-boy. nonetheless i hope y'all enjoyed!!

♡ ky

[sunnysunoo]

Love Letters ; Sim Jake

Pairing: Jake X Reader

warnings: explicit language and cursing

word count: 3k words

genre: friends to lovers au! fluff with tiny pieces of crack lmao

Jake was always known for being this perfect guy in school. I mean, they're not wrong. They always described him as if he's this walking piece of art in the hallways. People would stop to just stare at him. You'd stare at him all day too, but you set priorities first: writing him love letters.

You're no Lara Jean, but I guess you can say that she's what inspired you to write Jake letters. Who needs Peter Kavinsky when Jake Shim exists anyways?

note: Not me completely disappearing off of tumblr for like months and then showing up again suddenly lol. I got really busy the past few months since I was completing requirements for school, and I really didn't have the motivation to do anything at the time so I took so time off to take care of myself first so I hope you understand :) But now since it's summer break, I am given at least 2 more months until I go back to school in August :)) Here's the long-awaited Jake imagine that I completely forgot about lmao hope you enjoy <3

P.S I finished writing this at 1:26 am so please excuse the really shitty plot and grammar ill rewrite it once i wake up

tag list: @cha-raena ( sorry for the rlly late post bestie )

Dear Jake, First of all, I will never call you Jaeyun because calling you by your English name makes me feel like I'm your friend. Calling you by your Korean name makes us feel like we're cold strangers to one another and I don't want that. I want us to be something more than that, but it's hard when you don't even know who I am. I'm surprised how you don't grow tired of me just dropping letters right into your locker every time you open it, and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't just throw away people's efforts and you treasure them with care. It makes my heart beat so fast as if I ran miles away from here.

We're already one year left until we graduate high school, and I don't want to end my high school years without you realizing my feelings for you. I know for sure that you would never reciprocate the feelings that I have towards you, so I want to treat this as closure in case we do forget about each other in the future. Yours truly,

Moon

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"How is this person not over you? That's like the tenth one this month," Jay said, looking over Jake as he reads the letter from his secret admirer. Jake has always been receiving these letters from the same person everyday for the past four months. He's thankful for the letters because they definitely make his day better, knowing that there's someone out there who loves him as who he is regardless of looks. He's not gonna lie that these little notes and letters make his heart race too. "Do you have any plans with finding the person behind the letters?" Jay asked as he watches his best friend trying to hide the small smile that's been growing. No one really knows who this mysterious person is and why they decided to name themselves the moon, but we don't judge anyone in here. If they want to be the moon in their next life, then so be it. "I really want to find the person who's making these letters," Jake shoved the letter in his backpack, trying to not wrinkle it. "But I don't know where to start." "Who's finding who?" A voice popped suddenly beside the presence of the two boys. You leaned beside the locker beside Jake's, watching him as he grabs his books from his locker. "Did Moon drop your daily letter today again?" "They did as usual," Jake wasn't even surprised. He would expect the letters every time he enters the school in the morning. He would open his locker to see the usual small letter placed inside his locker. He usually arrives at seven or earlier, but he's surprised that he could never even catch a glance of this anonymous sender around the campus. "Should I go to school at five in the morning?" "Five in the morning? Isn't that a bit too early?" You questioned, followed by a shaky breath. "The school doesn't even open until six." "I could just walk to that nearby convenience store I always pass by to grab a coffee." He argues, closing his locker shut before walking towards his classroom.

You and Jay followed beside him, and you sneered under your breath, "You don't even wake up to your alarm clock."

"Why don't you even want me to go early anyway?" He glances as you try to give him an answer. But before you could say something, Jay replies first.

"You’re probably hiding something." He said. You rolled your eyes and narrowed your eyes at him. "You are so weird." You grunted, before walking ahead of them. You feel panicked because you were scared that you made yourself obvious to them.

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You were inside your classroom sitting on your desk. There were only fifteen minutes left before lunch, but you had eaten your packed meal before instead of going to your school cafeteria. You were fidgeting in your place, conflicted about Jake finding his secret admirer, not knowing that it was you who's been sending him letters the past few months. You're not scared of him finding out that the letters were from you; that was the entire reason why you wrote him letters in the first place. You're scared of how he was gonna confront you about it. Would he like you back? Would he hate you? Would he avoid you?

Your mind was full of scenarios but you were suddenly brought back to reality when a hand planted itself on your desk. You look up and saw Jay standing in front of you, eating sushi with his other hand. His face kinda looks like he knows something, and it's freaking you out a bit.

"What?" You asked, suddenly flustered over how his eyes stared right into you. He took the seat in front of your desk and flipped it so it was facing you. He sat down and blurted the phrase that you were dreading to hear from anyone.

"So, you like Jake?"

You suddenly feel like punching him in the face with his sushi.

"What??" Your body felt like, and you were left a nervous mess. Your heart like it was going to pump right out of your chest any minute, and your hands started to sweat.

Jay's mouth formed into a smirk. He caught you. "Jake may be a bit oblivious, but I can totally see right through you."

“Haha...no you don’t,” You tried to deny, but it was all useless when his expression looked unconvinced.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you all red? You look like a bursting tomato.”

“You don’t know that," You leaned further into your seat, playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not even trying. Just give up and admit it,” Jay was trying to help you confess your feelings for Jake. Frankly, he knew it was you sending him letters this whole time—how can Jake not see it?

With a heavy sigh, you slumped and laid your head on your desk, embarrassed. “Fine. I like him, okay? Are you happy now?”

The smirk on his face grew wider, feeling proud of himself. You are not dealing with his annoying crap this early in the morning. He grinned and munched on his half-eaten sushi. “I knew it.”

“Congratulations,” It was muffled because you hid your red face away from him. All that was on your mind now was how you could book yourself a flight all the way across the world.

“But seriously, since when did you have a crush on him?” You raised your head to face him, giving him a look that could kill, except Jay finds it entertaining rather than intimidating.

“I started having a crush on him when we were in fifth grade. It was at a friend's birthday party, and he saw me being all quiet and lonely. Honestly, I forgot who’s birthday that was.” You told him the very first time you had discovered feelings.

“He saw how sad I looked so he accompanied me the whole time. He was even trying to feel more included in the games and stuff.” You felt a smile ghosting on your lips as you can still vividly remember how you felt your heart tug the first time. “It was kinda like I fell in love at first sight.”

Jay faked a gag, so you lightly punched him in the shoulder. He may be a bit of an asshole, but he’s one the most caring and kind people you’ve ever met. It honestly felt good spilling out your feelings about Jake to him.

Speaking of, Jake was watching you two play around and laugh at Jay's little jokes from outside, and he felt something burning from inside him. Was it that he felt jealous of you and Jay?

No, he can’t be...right?

Maybe it was because of how he felt separated from you and Jay because of him being a separate class.

Yeah, maybe it's because of that.

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Dear Jake,

I just had the most bizarre day today, and I felt like telling you about it.

It was chemistry period, and we had to be partnered with someone for a lab project. I ended up getting paired with Yeojin. We kinda created this unexpected friendship, which I love. We would crack jokes at each other, tell funny stories, it was so fun to be with her that we had completely forgotten about our project. So now, we both got a detention slip for making an accidental explosion.

How about you? How was your day? I hope it was just as fun as mine. If you feel like the day just wasn't as happy or you're feeling down, just now that it's okay to feel that way because days like these just lasts for 24 hours. It will be all over before you know it and you'll be greeted by another day. Maybe it will be different, and you would be all happy again just like how my day went. Maybe being with you would be my happiest day yet, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. See you soon :)

Love,

Moon

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"Yeojin!" Jake called, seeing her walk down the opposite way. "Hey, mind if I ask you something?"

"Hey Jake," She greeted him with a smile. "Sure, go ahead."

"Could you perhaps give me any information about your partner in Chemistry?" He had hopes of getting any kind of description about his mysterious sender, but he was instead given a sad frown on Yeojin's face.

"Sorry Jake, but that person told me not to tell you about their information." She gave an apologetic smile. "I wish you all the best in finding them!"

Jake muttered a small "okay," and sighed before walking away, feeling defeated.

Yeojin knew that he was gonna ask about Moon the moment he called her from across the hall. She couldn't wait to tell you about this.

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"Hey Y/N," A voice said from behind. You turned around to see Jake with his backup hung on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and raked his hair, and you felt your face grow red. Jake is like a gift from the gods. How can someone look so ethereal even if they're just standing there? You could stare at him all day. You couldn't even understand a thing he said until he started waving his hands in front of you.

"Hello?" You blinked multiple times as you were brought back out to reality. You saw Jake's face grow into concern. "Are you okay? spaced out."

"O-oh..No, I'm completely fine." You reassured him, feeling embarrassed. "What were you saying again?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to go to school with me early tomorrow."

Well, shit.

Your eyes started to go wide, and your hands started to go clammy.

"Tomorrow?" You repeated, voice trembling.

'Well, yeah." He pouted his lips, and you felt like melting into a small puddle in your place. Your heart started to pound heavily.

Oh my fucking god, he is so adorable.

"Okay, sure I can go with you tomorrow," You weakly smiled at him, slightly tense.

How we're you going to give him the letter now?

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"Good Morning," Jake said as he watches you close the gates of your house. It was past five in the morning, and you were a mess.

"Morning," You replied back before running your fingers through your hair, getting rid of any flyaways.

As you started walking your way to the bus stop, Jake kept on glancing towards you from time to time. He knew you were pretty, but since when did you become really beautiful in his eyes?

The walk was pretty quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. For him, mostly.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop freaking out. You had written a letter the night before, but you don't know how you were going to slip it into his locker without him taking notice. If he saw you, he would know.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been like this since yesterday," Jake blurted. You looked at him before heaving a sigh.

"It's nothing," You mouthed, suddenly feeling anxious and gloomy.

"Something on your mind?"

"Something like that." It was hopeless. I guess he would have to miss this letter today. It was the first time you skipped a day, and you're feeling guilty that you would have to see Jake's face sadden that he wouldn't receive it today.

As you two stop at the bus stop, Jake looked slightly panicked as he was rummaging through the pockets of his blazer before looking through his bag. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? I left mine at home and I have a quiz today."

You snickered, "Out of all the days, Sim Jake. The same day you have a quiz is the same day you forget your pen."

"Very funny." He scoffed.

As you unzipped your bag to grab your pencil case, a folded piece of paper fell out without you realizing it. When Jake went to pick it up, he notices that it was folded the same way as the letters in his locker. It looked so identical.

Once you already got your pencil case out, you were about to hand it to him when you saw what he was holding that made your body freeze with your hand holding the case in the air.

"Why were one of my letters inside your bag?" He glanced at you, waiting for you to reply.

If you were freaking out before, this is a whole other thing. The thing that you were fearing the most is happening right before you.

"Maybe it fell into my bag yesterday..." You stammered, making up an excuse to look like it was an accident. You were tightly holding onto your pencil case, chanting many curse words in your head as you watch Jake unfold the letter.

"I don't think I've received this one yet," He said before he opened the letter and read it.

You watch as his expression formed into confusion as he reads through the paper. It only took a few moments before something in him clicked that it was you sending him the letters.

"Y/N," He began, and you started quivering in fear.

You should've known this would happen, but you didn't expect it to happen this sooner. In fact, you believed that this wouldn't happen at all. But it did.

"Let me explain," You eventually gave up and accepted fate and watch as your identity as "Moon" be revealed to your crush. You're now exposed so you didn't have any other choice but to explain everything. "Yes, I am Moon. I was the one writing you the letters that you've been getting in your locker."

Jake's face was unreadable. He looked bewildered and puzzled. He was trying to comprehend what was happening right now. All this time, it was you?

"I started crushing on you when we attended that birthday party before. I didn't want to confess my feelings for you because I was scared that you were going to harshly reject me, so I started writing down letters as a way to tell you how I feel about you without making you feel awkward around me." You continued, eyes suddenly taking an interest in your shoes. They were brand new too.

Jake was silent, and you felt your heart crack into pieces. You were mad at yourself for being so careless about it that he ended up finding out about you as his secret admirer. You wanted nothing else but to run back home, lock yourself in your room and cry with your sad playlist on loop.

You were expecting a harsh rejection coming from him, but what surprised was how he took dangerous steps towards you, minimizing the gap between you two. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I don't plan on rejecting you Y/N," You stare into his eyes as it reflects the sunlight of the early morning. "I'm actually happy that it was you."

You look at him, puzzled. He lowly chuckles under his breath before leaning over to place his lips against yours. It was a light, quick kiss, but it brought you feeling ecstatic. You've dreamed of this moment before, and now that it happened, you thanked your clumsiness.

As he pulled away, you were sure your face was a red mess.

"Thank you," His smile was as bright as the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "Thank you for making me like I'm special to someone."

You felt flustered over his words. You were scared that he could hear the sound of your heart pounding loudly. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild, and you felt like this was all a dream.

"So, what am I to you now?" You broke into a smile as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake acted as if he was thinking, "Hm..maybe my best friend still?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles as he sees your smile slowly disappear, replacing it with a look of disbelief. You removed your hand from his and walked at a faster pace away from him.

He ran to match your pace beside you before holding your hand again, "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again. Is my girl mad at me?"

"Oh my god, it's only five-fifty, Jake." You too broke into laughter over his cheesiness, but your heart fluttered over the thought of Jake calling you his.

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HERE’S A LITTLE BONUS! since I've made you guys wait for 4 months :(

"What the fuck?" Was the first thing You heard from Jay as you and Jake entered the classroom. All of your classmates were staring at your and his hands intertwined together.

Jay stood in front of you two, crossing his arms together. "Can one of you explain when this happened?" he motioned towards your linking hands. You and Jake smiled at each other before walking away, leaving Jay in a fit of joy, and confusion.

[forever-rogue]

Can you do one where reader (who's partners with them) goes on a date and Javi happens to already be at the same bar the date takes place and at one point the reader doesn't feel good so she seeks out Javi and he quickly realizes she's been roofied?

I love protective Javi, but then again, don’t we all?

Warnings: drug mention, mention of violence, mentions of sex but nothing descriptive, language, 18+ only!

Javier Masterlist

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Javier was a lot of things. A walking contradiction as much as he was steadfast in his ways. When you’d first met him, you’d been severely tempted to punch him right in his smug handsome face with that stupid charming grin, and that singular dumb dimple that already made your heart flutter.

It was your first day on the job, a fresh, brand new agent and the bastard had the nerve to ask you to fetch him a coffee. Not only that, but the way he had the balls to end the request with a slow, drawn sweetheart.

You’d exchanged a wry look with Steve, the golden haired man you already decided you liked much better. He had shrugged innocently and turned back to his papers with what you were positive was a smug little grin on his face. Back then you’d been annoyed, but looking back on it now, several years later, you realized it had been a sort of pseudo-test; to see if you’d meld into Javi’s advances or hold your own.

“No,” you’d told Javier firmly, watching as surprise look slowly crept into his features, “go fuck yourself and get your own coffee, old man.”

You’d never seen Steve laugh harder or Javier more in shock than that morning. To say you had proven yourself to both men was an understatement.

To say you ended up developing feelings for that stupid, dark haired, motherfucker was a gross understatement. Fallen in head first and through stuck in lust love with him was a much more accurate sentiment. Although you would never admit that to him or anyone else, let alone yourself.

Instead you settled on other things.

I love your cock. I love when you fuck me like this. I love when you use your mouth on me.

Yeah...it had quickly turned into that.

But Javier reciprocated in kind.

I love your pussy, just like you were made for me. I love when you get on your knees. I love how you look covered in my cum.

It was a lot of lust turned into love, but neither of you would ever admit that. Besides, it was never going to amount to anything; it was just some stress relief between two coworkers that understood each other more intimately than anyone else. No one knew the horrors of what either of you when through on a daily basis. But the two of you knew, and took solace in that fact.

You weren’t sure when the lines became so blurred, but you were almost positive it was around the same time that Javier made your relationship trysts an exclusive thing. No one else, just you and Javi. And damn. You liked that more than anything else.

But it wasn’t going to last forever; no, you knew that well from the start. What started out a one time thing that slowly stretched into more was never going behind that. You were sure of it, despite how good, how alive and protected and safe he made you feel, it was never going anywhere besides your dirty secret. Even the brightest stars burned out at some point.

Which is why when an agent from another department, a non-noteworthy average man, asked you out for dinner and drinks you said yes. It wasn’t an enthusiastic yes by any means, and the way your eyes had flicked to Javier before you agreed to go wasn’t lost on either of you. But he remained still and said nothing while you offered up a small yes.

Before the end of the day, you’d wandered over to his desk, ready to explain yourself, but he was quick to cut you off, not even looking up from his papers. You’re free to see anyone, Dulzura, he insisted in a gruff tone, have fun.

The part that hurt was the most was the fact that he didn’t bother to stop you as you walked out, even lingering for a moment at the door. The light bit of foolish hope you’d clung onto was for no reason after all. But at least you had an answer now. Javier was nothing more than a release.

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All this nodding and smiling was going to give you a sore face and a headache, you realized. For a man that seemed so unassuming, he sure did love talking about himself. At one point when you drifted off from the conversation and let your mind wander, you’d looked across the crowded bar, and noticed him.

Of course he’d decided to come here to unwind after a long. Typical. Part of you momentarily wondered if he’d overheard you making your plans in order to come and watch you, but you weren’t going to flatter yourself that much. Chances, coincidence, mere happenstance. Besides that, it was a popular bar, and not an unsurprising place to find anyone on a Friday night.

But when you’d caught his eye, he offered you only a stiff little half smile, and you could visibly see the muscles in his neck stiffen as you raised your glass lightly in a mock salute. It didn’t a genius to figure out he was in a bad mood.

After some time, when you’d downed your greasy bar food, and finished off yet another drink, you still found yourself unable to handle your date. You couldn’t just sneak out, no that would be too obvious and awkward, especially come Monday when you were all back at the office. Instead, you settled on excusing yourself to use the restroom, hoping that if you spent long enough there he would take the hint.

Slipping off the stool, you almost dashed to the bathroom, making your way through the crowd and brushing against past Javier. He watched you bolt away with a curious expression, wondering what had caused the sudden escape. Internally sighing, he studied the man that was your date and frowned. You could have chosen anyone in the world, preferably him, but you’d chosen David of all the people. The man was a joke, a downright fool, and yet you’d said yes.

Fuck. But he could only blame himself. He’d never made a move, and every time he wanted to, especially after you started falling asleep in his arms, he talked himself out of it. It was just sex and companionship, he was sure of it. And now? Well, he been a fool and missed his chance. He narrowed his eyes at your date, wishing it was socially appropriate to go and beat the shit out of him. But he had reason to, and didn’t need to stir up anything. Instead, he decided to silently simmer, and told himself that he’d cut things off with you soon.

It was the right thing to do. Or so he thought.

He watched as you slowly flounced back and downed the rest of your drink, pretending to be engaged in conversation. He knew that face anywhere; the one you used when you feigned interest. Usually it made him laugh, but no? It caused a pit in the bottom of stomach.

But Javier was determined to stay, to keep an eye on you. Something in his gut was telling him that was something was off. And although he knew his instincts were clouded by his overwhelming feelings for you, he always knew that his feelings were rarely wrong.

So he stayed, long after his own companion had left and watched. Watched as you started acting more odd and more strange as you consumed another drink. It was a dramatic shift from your previous demeanor but your date was unphased. At one point, you swayed dramatically in your stool and almost fell to the floor.

Javier almost jumped to his feet as you straightened up and excused yourself again. He could see you mumbling something as the asshole man in question nodding, giving you a grin not unlike that of a wicked wolf.

Slowly stumbling through the crowd you knew something was off. Nothing felt right and the world seemed woozy and far away. You did however, recognize one thing...well, person. Javier. You wobbled over to him on unsure legs as he leaped to his feet, large, strong hands going to your waist to steady you.

“Javi,” your mouth felt heavy and dry and his name came off more than a whimper, a pathetic plea, as you met his dark eyes. His expression was somewhere between intense concern and furious anger as he helped to sick you down in the both, shoving a glass of water at you, “I don’t feel good. Feels weird...wrong. I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Look at me, Dulzura,” he gentle took your chin in his hand as he tried to study your face, but your head kept wanting to lull around. He gritted his teeth as he quickly put two and two together. A growl, primal and instinctive sounded deep in his throat as he look back at your date. Your date that was suddenly mysteriously disappeared.

The rat bastard had made a hasty escape as soon as you saw go to Javi.

He was a dead man.

“Javi,” you mumbled softly, “can you help? Please? I know you hate me now, but I dunno what to do.”

“I could never hate you,” he insisted as he held up the water for you to drink. You made quick work of downing it, feeling slightly less parched than before but still as miserable. Javi easily scooped you up in his arms, clutching you tightly to his chest as you mumbled incomprehensible things, “we’re going home. I’ve got you now.”

“’s okay Javi,” you managed to get out as you buried your head in his chest, “‘iloveyou.”

He stiffened at your words, unsure if you’d actually said those words, or if he was just a hopeful fool. Either way, that wasn’t his name concern at the moment. Getting you safe and into bed was top priority.

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“J-Javi?” your voice cracked on his name as you realized just how dry your throat still was. Blinking the bleariness out of your eyes, you studied your surroundings, only realizing after a few moments that you were in his bedroom. A tall glass of water was on his bedside table, along with some pain killers. You took both without hesitation.

On cue, almost as if he could sense you were awake, a soft knock came on the door before he slowly opened the door. He let out a long exhale of relief when he realized you were awake and seemingly okay. Your eyes were wide and worried with your lips pulled into a small frown.

“How are you feeling?” he came in and sat at the foot of the bed, studying you with those eyes you swore you could see right into your soul. You shrugged as you set the glass down and tried not to cry.

“Alright I guess,” you sighed, feeling like an idiot, “I’m a fool. I can’t believe I let that happen. I don’t know I didn’t see it last night...I’m a fucking DEA Agent and I can’t tell when I’m getting drugged. I should be fired and sent right back home.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he reached over and gave your knee a gentle squeeze, “it could have happened to anyone. Please don’t blame yourself for it. That guy was a fucking asshole.”

“Javier,” you leaned forward and reached for his hand, taking it gingerly in yours as you studied it. His dominant hand, as well as the other was covered in cuts and bruises, all sorts of colors already and swollen. He made a small sound in the back of his throat as your mouth dropped open, “what happened....Javi. Oh, Javier, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is...”

“He had it coming,” was all he said as he held your hand in his, holding onto it protectively, “he’s lucky I didn’t kill him. I thought about it...”

“What if he tells-”

“I’m not worried about that.”

“Javier-”

“Listen,” he stopped you gently, “I had been thinking about doing it all night. From the moment I saw him with you. This just gave me a reason to do it.”

“What do you mean?” you bit your bottom lip as you met his eyes, the two of you watching each other with a silent intensity as you tried not to let your hopes get the better of you. Javier reached up and gently touched your cheek, brushing his fingers over your soft skin and stopping at your lips, “please don’t say something you don’t mean. Please.”

“Why do you think I won’t mean it?” he asked as you dropped his gaze, playing with your hands as you tried to keep your heart from beating out of your chest, “god, I’ve fucking meant it for years. I just can’t ever say it, but when I saw you with that piece of shit, I knew. I should have just-”

“I love you,” and just like that those three words the both of you had danced around for years were out in the air. And it had been so easy, so simple - effortless. But it didn’t stop the nerves, the fear of rejection, the fear of the unknown. You chanced a peek at him, watched as a look of sheer panic crossed his features before settling into the softest expression you’d ever seen.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a slight nod of head, laughing at the absurdity of the situation, “that’s what I’ve been trying to say.”

“Say it then, asshole,” you laughed lightly, feeling your heart settle as your normal rapport started to bubble through, “or you can kiss my ass.”

“I’m not opposed to that-”

“Javier,” you jokingly groaned as he pulled you forward, but just enough to press a soft kiss to your lips, “some things never change, huh?”

“Nope,” he laughed, “but it’s true.”

“What?”

“I love you.”