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[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear + reversed 👀

the days have grown longer , more tiresome , and his muscles ache with continuous over - exertion . the warm sun sets on the horizon , and its blazing shine assaults his eyes through the pane of the room's sorely - placed window . he stretches his arms away from him , feeling the tension beneath his skin grow and then release , and he lets his thoughts carry him away . his thoughts , specifically , regarding aerith , who he has begun to find himself continuously drawn to , who currently occupies his room in secret , lest his mother's disappointment be his detriment . ah , the woes of living with one's mother through adulthood . he cannot wait to acquire his necessary degree to escape her claw - like clutches . . . this life is hardly his own , save for the safe haven that is behind the closed door of his private quarters .

and behind said closed door , he would soon allow himself . he exits the humid restroom , mirrors still fogged with the steam of his heated shower , dressed in a pair of comfortable shorts an old tee -shirt ( far less put - together than his frequent ensemble ) . if he thought too hard about it , he'd become embarrassed by the intimacy of it . . . the comfort , the shared presence of each other's every - day lives . . . they've only recently established interest in one - another , and while fully clothed , he has proceeded to overthink himself into forgetting to knock against his own bedroom door before entering .

so , he opens the door , and without much time as to even give her a glance , he hears her yelp in surprise . immediate panic shifts down his spine and he throws himself into his room and closes the door with as much haste and silence as he can muster , all without processing that aerith is donned in nothing save for her undergarments . so , when he turns around to address her more appropriately , he realizes that nothing about this situation is appropriate at all .

silence befalls him just as red paints his freckled cheeks , and for a moment , he cannot peel his eyes from her bewitching physique . that is , until her own expression becomes embarrassed , and he averts his gaze respectfully , pulling himself from his disrespectful haze .

❛ i - i am sorry ! ❜ he stutters , panicking ; the half naked woman standing at his bedside causing a rather unwanted feeling of arousal . he turns himself gracelessly toward a wall and closes his eyes , desperately pleading for the universe to give him a break . he squeezes his eyes shut in self - disapproval and announces , ❛ i wasn't thinking . i should have knocked . . . ❜ a discourteous pause intercepts his words along with a clearing of his throat , ❛ you . . . look quite beautiful . ❜ and perhaps he should stop talking now .

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[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place

gorged on the victory of returning alive and pressed by the ticking time bomb that is his body , he'd given no hesitance to the confessions of the love that has burned in his chest for countless moons and years that pass like eons . he has committed his soul to her , and now , here they sit , hand in hand atop the cool fabric that blankets a tough mattress in the infirmary . he's grown used to its discomfort . tarja is nowhere to be found , and the room is dimly lit if only by a nearby lantern that flickers , casting dancing shadows across each others faces . they're the only ones here . . . but , that's not to say they have long together .

it has been several days since the confessions of his reciprocated devotion , yet healing has kept him bed - bound , and jote has been ever - pressed to his side ; infinitely aiding his boundless recoveries . he's more grateful to her than she would ever know , and he has grown content with that prospect . still , this caged yearning has broken free from its confines and with it , he is picking her cold fingers from his , pressing them gently into his warm lips . he is breaking the silence with every action that furthers their closeness , laying gentle kisses against her hand and wrist whilst his opposite hand tucks loose strands of hair behind her ear , caressing her jaw as he shifts . every move he makes is full of burning desire , and he cannot , in this moment , keep his hands to himself . he leans closer to her , closing the gap between them , until their mouths are but a whisper , a breath , away from one another , ❛ if you'd allow me this simple pleasure . . . ❜

and the softness meshed with chapped discomfort meets with the heat of her breath and it is overwhelmingly intoxicating . how long has he craved such a moment between the two ? how desperately has he longed to intertwine their lips , their breath , their tongues ? the questions bear answers unknown to this worldly realm . he is sick with want , and he finds their separation bordering on becoming impossible . he pulls himself from her just long enough to fill his lungs , and again , his gentle lips pull hers between them once more . a sensational heat spreads through his nerves , boiling beneath his skin in the most pleasant manner of the word . his breathing becomes shaky , and his hands begin to quake ; such overwhelm he had not foreseen .

meeting his palms to hers , he steadies himself . he pulls himself back with a shy smile and presses their foreheads together , sitting in that comfortable silence once more . courage is rebuilt with every passing second , and he reverts to their previous entanglement before the air becomes thick with tension . this time , more zealous than the last . his teeth are pressed to hers and his hands search for stability in the mess that has become her hair , and he cannot help but love her more with every sun that sets and every dawn that rises ; every newfound breath she breathes . he is so caught up in the moment , hands occupied , mouth engaged , eyes closed , that he hardly realizes when he loses his strength and collapses into her .

she holds him as he loses his strength , and he offers a sultry chuckle that mixes with a defeated sort of sigh . he meets her eyes and takes note of the red that blankets her cheeks , some sort of newfound pride swelling in his chest , despite his inability to lift himself from her arms . he simply buries his face into her neck . their now position , joshua strewn atop of her against the loaned bed of the hideaway , might seem rather precarious to any passersby . ❛ if tarja were to return now . . . i don't suppose we'd ever live to forget this moment . ❜ he prays she doesn't , so that they might stay this way awhile longer . he's obscenely giddy with embarrassment .

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of spicy prompts with various contexts. They were left vague to match varying levels of spice and situations.)  → add + reverse to reverse the roles!

[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office

[CAR]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's car

[BITE]: while kissing, sender bites receiver's lips

[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck

[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap

[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator

[FLIRT]: sender flirts with receiver to make them blush

[CHOKE]: sender grabs receiver by the throat

[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes

[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver's ears

[QUIET]: sender orders receiver to be more quiet

[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer

[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor

[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears

[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear

[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway

[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing

[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet

[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party

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@rbhvleo // roberto ferri // mothering by ainslie hogarth // rainer maria rilke // ? // planet of love by richard siken // a self portrait in letters by anne sexton // indian summer by ron hicks

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