#im really happy with how this one turned out :D

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a comm for Fellefan on FR!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Xemnas/Xigbar (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Xigbar (Kingdom Hearts), Xemnas (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Game: Kingdom Hearts III, Implied Sexual Content, Ratatouille (2007) References, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Puns, Alcohol Summary:

Xemnas takes Xigbar to the La Ratatouille restaurant in Paris. Xigbar's been here with him before.

(Or: Exactly when was Xemnas's heart plucked from the past?)

XXX

It’s almost funny how much stays the same, for all that everything’s different.

La Ratatouille’s still a decent place for some grub, but the menu’s taken a few hits. No more ratatouille, ironically. Apparently one of the chefs moved, and no one can do it quite like him. Not that Xigbar cares too much about the fancy entrées—that’s more Xemnas’s gig. Xigbar’s happy to eat anything that Xemnas pays for.

“I recommend the Bouillabaisse. Then again, it may be too refined for your tastes,” Xemnas says from the other side of his menu, just like last time. 

Just like a first time. Xigbar’s freshly-restored heart takes the hit.

“Yeah?” He rests his elbows on the tablecloth. He remembers what he’d said, word for word: “Thought my taste was fine enough for you. Though, if you wanna re-find out…”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. Just like the first time. In any other circumstance, he’d be thrilled to get twice the mileage out of the joke.

Xemnas blushes—Vexen must’ve given this replica body enough blood to work with. It reminds Xigbar of the shy rose his Somebody had been.

It’s also proof that he hasn’t heard the sultry pun before. 

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Xemnas says, quietly, directly—and that’s new. 

Maybe Xigbar got it wrong. Maybe Xemnas did get yanked out of time after… well, after finding out firsthand just how soft Xigbar had gone. 

“Great. I’ll be sure to pencil you in for a taste test.” Xigbar winks. 

(And yes, it is a wink, even with only one eye. There’s a difference to the tilt of his head, the quirk of his brow. He’s had plenty of time to get it down pat.)

“I will be sure to clear my schedule.” Xemnas nods seriously, as if kissing Xigbar is the most important thing on his agenda. 

Light, Xigbar loves him. It had been hard enough to keep his head on straight when he was a Nobody, but now? With a heart beating like a drum in his chest?

He’s half tempted to drag Xemnas out of the restaurant before the appetizer gets here, and finish what they (hadn’t) started a year ago. Or at least grab the unbuttoned collar of his fancy silver dress shirt and make out with him across the table.

Their waiter comes by to take their orders and deliver their caprese salad and drinks before Xigbar can. Just water for him—can’t risk getting wine-loose lips this close to the endgame. 

Xemnas gets a deep red glass. When he takes a sip, he looks like a vampire drinking blood. Minus the pale complexion, of course.

“So.” Xigbar clears his throat. “How’d you find this hole in the wall, anyway?”

The “hole in the wall” is a five-star restaurant with elegant vinework hanging from the ceiling and the fanciest menu this side of paris. He just says it to get under Xemnas’s skin—and to see if he’ll give the same answer as before.

“Demyx’s reconnaissance report, surprisingly.” Xemnas swirls his glass. Xigbar’s gaze fixates on the print of the man’s lipgloss left on the rim. “Though I imagine he had too much wine during his visit, because he described being shrunk to the size of a rat for the duration of his mission.”

Xigbar laughs, even though he’s heard the story before. The sound is too forced, and he follows it up with a big swig of water from his wineglass.

This is a first time. Xemnas’s first time. 

Normally it had been Xigbar dragging Xemnas out of the Castle, showing off the romantic spots he’d collected over the years. This restaurant had been the first place that Xemnas had reciprocated. He’d booked an expensive hotel downtown, close enough to spit on the Eiffel Tower, and they’d…

Well. They hadn’t. Xigbar had, and Xemnas would—in a future where he wasn’t sucked out to be just another number in the old coot’s new game. 

Man. All these years, and time travel still makes his head hurt. 

(Makes his heart hurt, too. But for entirely different reasons.)

“Xigbar? Is something the matter…?” Xemnas asks. 

He’s been picking at the salad while Xigbar spaced out, it looks like. Xigbar makes sure to spear a slice of mozz and tomato before Xemnas eats it all.

“Everything’s matter, sweetheart. Least it is now that we actually exist.”

They’d run some tests on Nobody physiology, in the early days. Real fun stuff. The long and short of it was that they were shadows, cells made of some material on the backside of light. Like an afterimage. It was why Nobodies usually formed in places Between, like Twilight Town or the World That Never Was. Lots more of that not-matter there.

“Yes…” Xemnas frowns, tapping his fingernails against his glass. No gloves to dull the clink-clink-clink. 

Xigbar had opted to keep his on, paired with a loose blazer he’d nabbed from Xaldin’s old closet. Not like the guy’s coming back to the Castle to pick up any of his old clothes.

“But we have existed for some time now, haven’t we?” Xemnas’s voice is somber. “It had all been conjecture before, but now that I’m here…”

Ah. Nothing gets past him.

“Ding ding ding.” Xigbar twirls a finger in the air. “You’ve got enough of a heart to survive the trip. And Vexen’s fancy pseudo-stem cells made you a ‘real’ body—a pretty good-lookin’ one, at that.”

Another blush. Maybe Xigbar’s the vampire, with how badly he wants to sink his teeth into those flushed cheeks.

“It is certainly suitable.” Xemnas smiles and leans forward, giving Xigbar a better view down the front of his shirt. 

He may blush like his Somebody, but he’s still got nearly a decade more experience of playing Xigbar’s games. Even if this Xemnas has missed a crucial few matches.

“So you are not worried about that aspect.” Xemnas hums. “Is it your own heart that troubles you, then? Or perhaps our benefactor’s plans?”

That’s the old coot, of course. Master Xehanort. Xemnas hisses his name like a curse, like the way he used to talk about Ansem the Wise. It’s gotta be weird to feel that way about someone who’s sort-of-You—but then again, Xemnas hasn’t been Xehanort for a long, long time. If ever.

Xigbar shrugs. His hands absently fold his straw wrapper into a tiny accordion. The straw itself sits unused on the table, the plastic tube ready to be used to shoot spitballs, if he really wants to mess with Xemnas later.

He probably won’t, this time. It hadn’t ruined this date the first time, but there are more variables in play now, with both of them pumped full of emotions and all. Though technically, Xemnas only has whatever sliver of heart he’d had back then, unless the new body has a way of amplifying it. Poppet and the Riku Replica had both sprouted hearts faster than weeds, but that could be due to any number of factors beyond their replica base. 

“Can’t say anything about him gives me the warm fuzzies,” Xigbar says about Xehanort. “But what can ya do? He brought you back, at least.”

Xemnas stares at his glass intently. Xigbar can’t figure out what that intent is, though. Trying to decide if he’s got enough wine to get wasted?

“You know what happens. What happened,” Xemnas finally says. “For me to return, I must not exist in this time. Ansem, my counterpart, is the same way. And if Master Xehanort’s presence does not rely on an artificial vessel such as ours… then my future is clear.”

Oh. Oh. Xigbar should’ve seen this coming. All the questions about existence, then the assumption that Xigbar’s worried about the old coot. Xemnas knows what comes next.

Xemnas knows he hadn’t made it out of his time alive. And thanks to Master Xehanort, he knows that he doesn’t get a second chance like Xigbar and the other Nobodies. He wasn’t recompleted into Another—the name he’d taken in secret when they’d lived in Radiant Garden. Somehow, he'd been split apart into his components. Master Xehanort. Terra. 

Embarrassingly, Xigbar’s been too grateful that Xemnas came back at all to worry that his time here could be temporary. Besides, everything’s temporary. You learn to roll with those waves when you’ve lived as long as he has.

(Rolling’s a lot easier when there's no strings tying you down. It's still hard to regret getting tangled up in Xemnas, though.)

"You saw it, didn't you? The downfall of our Kingdom Hearts…" The heartache in Xemnas's gaze is heavy as an anchor. It reminds Xigbar of the days he'd spent unreasonably jealous of a heart-shaped moon. 

"I saw a lot of things." Xigbar stabs a chunk of spinach. 

It tastes as bitter as he feels. Stupid fluctuations of a stupid heart. 

"Kinda died before that part happened, though," he adds. 

He knows a lot of things, but not what went down between Xemnas and Sora. Had Xemnas mourned Xigbar’s passing as much as he’d apparently mourned his stupid moon? Had Xemnas even realized he was gone? Sora had been cutting ‘em down like grass by that point. There probably hadn’t been much time. 

It’s a moot point, anyway. If this Xemnas was pulled from before their first trip to La Ratatouille, then he’s never outlived Xigbar in the first place.

"I see." Xemnas looks away. "I suppose such a fate was unavoidable in order to achieve recompletion… but you have my condolences, nonetheless."

"Thanks." Xigbar snorts. It’s easy for Xemnas to say that now. For all their experiments, none of them had known about the recompletion process until they’d lived through it. "You feel the same about yourself, then?"

Clink-clink-clink, Xemnas taps. Clink-clink-clink. 

"I thought we would be eternal," he finally says, his fingers stilling on the glass.

Xigbar blinks. The bitterness fades a little less quickly than it came.

"’We,’ huh?"

"Yes." 

The answer is automatic. When Xemnas says it, in that rumbling, sure voice, it's hard not to believe. As if just with his words, he could turn back time and raise the Organization from the grave.

Raise himself and Xigbar, at least. And here they are, alive and real, so maybe his voice has some power after all.

Xemnas looks up, then. Maybe it's just the wine, but his gold gaze is warmer, fonder, than Xigbar knows how to stand.

"I cannot fathom an eternity where you are not at my side," he murmurs.

It's not often Xigbar's lost for words. Then again, it's not often someone drops a line like that on him. It would be great if he could reflect the words back, tell Xemnas that he's his whole world, too. Xigbar's lied enough already; maybe he should just go all in.

(He wishes it wouldn’t be a lie. He’s seen enough of eternity without Xemnas.)

Conveniently, it's at that moment when the waiter skates by to deliver the main course. Some fish dish for Xemnas, and a thick-cut steak with mushrooms for Xigbar. The smell is rich enough to turn his stomach. 

“What’s it they say here? Bone apple tea?” Xigbar forces a grin, a facade of bared teeth. 

“Bon appétit,” Xemnas corrects. 

“Yeah. Exactly.”

Xemnas shakes his head in soft exasperation. The mediocre non-sequitur did its job, though; he doesn’t seem to be expecting any eternal vows from Xigbar now.

Violins sing from some other corner of the restaurant, filling the silence as they eat. Xigbar tries to focus on the tune rather than the pounding in his head. His stupid heart feels like the steak he’s slicing into bite-sized chunks.

Stupid to live in the past. Stupid to wish tonight could be like the first time, when he’s spent so long afraid of just that. He knows better than anyone that there’s no going back.

(Well, no going back for him. There is for Xemnas, whenever Master Xehanort’s done pawning him around. Assuming he doesn’t get knocked off the board some other way first.)

“Xigbar.” Xemnas looks up from his meal—Xigbar’s been staring, his own dinner sliced but barely touched. “I can no longer order you as your Superior. But as your companion… I would like to know what is weighing on your heart.”

Xigbar’s grip tightens on his knife. Not too often he gets called out so bluntly. He must be getting sloppy in his old age.

“That obvious, huh?” He sighs.

“Only to me, I would assume.” Xemnas reaches across the table, resting his bare hand over Xigbar’s gloved one. The one holding the knife. “And I should hope it would be so obvious, after knowing you this long.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re observant and attentive and all that. Real good boyfriend material.” 

Xigbar intended it as a joke, but Xemnas is blushing, his hand squeezing Xigbar’s, and—well, it’s not like there’s much harm to putting a name to this thing they’ve got going on. Xigbar’s in too deep either way.

“Thank you. I do try.” Xemnas smiles, and Xigbar has the sinking feeling he’s not joking, either.

“Fine, fine, since you’re trying so hard.” 

Xigbar shakes off Xemnas’s hand, just long enough to set his knife across his plate and pull off his glove with his teeth. Not necessary, but from the way Xemnas’s pupils dilate, it’s appreciated. Xigbar then twines their fingers together, feeling Xemnas’s pulse jump in the pads of his fingertips.

“I was just wishin’ you remembered everything we got up to, ‘s all. Like coming here. We do this yet, when you’re from?”

“No… so that is why you looked so strange.” Xemnas hums. “I thought the venue had disappointed you.”

“Nah, you know I’m not that picky. Only reason I didn’t tell ya was so you wouldn’t feel pressured to live up to—well, yourself, I guess.” Xigbar shrugs. “But maybe you know the drill. You’ve already had amnesia once. It’s kinda like that, isn’t it?”

Xemnas’s brow furrows.

“Can it be called forgetting if this iteration never had those experiences in the first place?” He drums his fingernails against the back of Xigbar’s hand as he considers. “I suppose it’s similar enough. It’s less intimidating to think of it that way, at least.”

Xemnas looks up, his eyes narrowing slightly. Like he expects Xigbar to pull a fast one on him.

“I hope that this time, you’d be inclined to fill in the gaps for me.” 

“Hmmm.” Xigbar smirks. “I guess I can pencil that in.”

“After our other engagements,” Xemnas amends, and Xigbar barks out a laugh, loud enough to startle the ladies at the table next to theirs.

“Knew I could count on you to have your priorities straight.” He winks.

“Straight? Is that what we’re calling this now?” Xemnas blinks innocently. Somehow, despite everything about him, he can almost pull off the look. 

And somehow, despite just how overdone that joke is, Xigbar still wants to kiss him senseless.

“Nah. I think we’re callin’ this a night, if you catch my drift.”

Xemnas frowns. “If you found my wordplay that insulting—”

Xigbar raises Xemnas’s hand to his lips, cutting off the rest of his words. Hopefully that’s enough to make his companion—boyfriend?—understand what he’d meant.

“Ah… that kind of night?” Xemnas asks, breath baited with the old uncertainty they’d trained out of him a decade ago. It’s somehow refreshing, nostalgic, and enticing all at once.

Xigbar lets his lips linger in response, swiping his tongue across Xemnas’s warm knuckles until the man shivers.

“Check,” Xemnas says in a slightly strained voice. 

Xigbar thinks he’s talking to him for a second, before realizing the waiter arrived while he was occupied. Not that Xigbar particularly cares about drawing stares. Let ‘em see that he scored such a catch.

They’re here, real, and alive, and Xigbar’s going to make the most of it.

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“wait a minute. wait a minute, Doc. ah... are you telling me that you built a time machine...out of a DeLorean?”

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You got a little something on your face there buddy -NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-  

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[image: screenshot edit/redraw of One Piece episode 972 mimicking the style of early One Piece. Yamato is grinning, saying “Kozuki Oden was a man, right? So I became a man, too.”]

00′s Yamato

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🦾Tyler Moore🦾

[a-very-tired-raven]

Wow, more guzma sketches! Who woulda guessed lol. I ended up drawing this to make me feel better, since this cold is pissin me off

[myriadsystem]

Still a work in progress but my little art wall side of the new room is coming together and im in love with it 😍 i be feelin myself so much more with the new space 🥰

[bisexual-joseph-joestar]

junji ito nails :D

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i absolutely LOVE your works!! could you write about y/n and bakugo having a argument and y/n sleeping on the couch? i dont mind if its gonna be a sad or happy ending ;D

(feel free to ignore this ask!)

WOOOO I GET SUCH A BOOST WHEN PPL COMPLIMENT MY WORK is that shallow idk but like even if it is you can’t blame me 😚

“leave me alone katsuki.” you frown, tears in your lash line as you walk into the kitchen.

“stop acting like a child yn.” he calls after you.

you stop before inhaling sharply to regain your composure. you’re not in the mood to argue, you had a really long day today and you just wanted to cuddle katsuki and go to bed.

you continue walking to the fridge so you can make dinner.

“now you’re fuckin ignoring me? it was one date.” he says coldly.

that pushes you over the edge. whipping your head to glare at him.

“one date?! katsuki you’ve missed 15 dates. you’re constantly prioritizing me over your job and i get left behind to pick up the pieces. i’m sick of it!!” you scream.

he walks toward you, caging you into the counter and you frown because you know what he’s looking for.

“you can’t kiss me and expect this to all go away katsuki. it’s happened too many times!” you frown, pushing him away.

he lets you, taking the hint.

“you know i need to go into work when they call me, you’re being selfish!” he yells and slams his hand on the countertop.

you jump away from him and your eyes fill with tears.

“don’t yell at me.” you frown.

“i’m gonna go to bed. i don’t want dinner.” you mumble, rushing past him to go to the family room.

“you’re not sleeping on the couch.”

“don’t tell me what to do!!” you snap.

he purses his lips and turns to leave.

“i’m sleeping on this couch before you decide to do the proper thing and apologize like an adult.” you call after him.

his fists clench and he stoms into the bedroom.

you force yourself to sleep. you’ve forgiven him way too many times.

katsuki lies awake in his room. counting how many minutes have passed without you coming to bed. he didn’t know you were this mad, he wants to spend time with you so badly. unfortunately hes trying to save up for the perfect ring and has taken on too many shifts. hes hoping he hasn’t fucked up bad enough for you to leave him.

at that thought, he makes his way to the living room. peeling back the warm blankets in exchange for the cold air of a girlfriend-less night.

he finds you in a light sleep on the couch.

“baby.” he says, brushing your hair out of your face.

“baby come to bed please? ‘m sorry.” he says, lowly.

your eyes flutter open and you frown at him.

“i said im not coming to bed, suki.” you pout.

he grunts in frustration.

“fine.” he says, standing.

you think he’s on his way back to bed so you shut your eyes once again.

only to feel your body get crushed by his weight.

“katsuki.” you groan, trying to shove him off.

“not moving.” he says while wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“i’m not done being mad at you.” you whisper into the silence.

he removes his arms in favour of pulling up your shift to press soft kisses to the spot on your tummy that sends butterflies to flutter around your stomach.

“i know.” he replies in between kisses.

“but i’m done with you being mad at me.” he says while putting your shirt down over his head.

you sigh, attempting to pull the shirt back up so you can see his face.

he doesn’t let you though, preferring to nose at the soft part of your tummy.

“i know you’re hiding a blush under there.” you say.

“no you don’t.” he replies, resuming his kisses.

“alright.” you say softly.

he pops his head out now, thumbs starting to rub circles into your hips.

“hm?” he questions.

you sigh before reaching to cup his cheek.

“i forgive you,” you mumble and he smiles softly, leaning into your palm.

“i guess.” you grin and he bites your hand.

“ow! don’t push your luck.” you frown.

“sorry,” he mumbles.

“i guess.” he says and your grin drops.

he cackles loudly before standing and throwing you over his shoulder.

you laugh with him and bite his waist.

“hey.” he grunts and throws you on the bed.

you giggle and open your arms.

he shuffles up until his entire body weight is on you and his face is in your neck.

“don’t sleep on the couch ever again.” he mumbles, lips grazing your neck giving you shivers.

“don’t do dumb shit ever again.” you mumble back and he frowns.

“said i was sorry.”

“i know.” you smile, brushing his hair off his forehead and pressing a lingering kiss to his skin.

he hums in content as his eyes flutter shut before he falls asleep.

“miss another date and i’ll fucking kill you.” you whisper.

his eyes snap open.

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt.3,,,!!

warnings: mentions of boobs, ass (lmao) , mild sexual content, use of the d-slur (jokingly)

content: loser!ellie x reader :3 my pookieeee

authors note: these r actually my favorite things to write ever like im so glad yall like them :333

pt. 2. taglist!!! masterlist!!!!

☆ REALLY likes beef jerky. she’ll just sit there and chew…

- her hands r just constantly freezing. like DEAD PERSON COLD ITS SCARYYYY!!! she definitely uses ur boobs as handwarmers and its JARRING because her hands are actually so cold 😞😞!!!

- HER FEET TOO!!! she has some sort of circulation issues bc you’ll be in bed together and she’ll put her feet on you and you’ll just turn into a cartoon ice cube 😕😕

- the SECOND u have some sort of drama she is seated. like she is so MESSY she will talk shit abt someone she knows absolutely nothing abt just bc u don’t like them. anyone you hate she hates 💪🏽💪🏽

- speaking of she is literally so sassy 😞😞 like she will literally full body turn away from you and look at the window while you drive if she’s mad at you.

- every time you say something even remotely sexual she’s looking at you like 🤨 and trying not to laugh. if you texted her “im coming” she’d burst out laughing and write back like “geez we’re just going to the zoo…didn’t know u were THAT excited”

- has the humor of a middle school boy. she has an actual problem w deez nuts jokes 😞😞 she thinks its SOOOO FUNNY to give u fake backshots whenever you bend over around her. fake moans and everything 💔💔

- a pharb AND a barb. she definitely knows all of super bass by heart, and she knows how to play savior complex on the guitar. duality of women!!!

- every time you say something nice to her she’s like “ew thats gay” and then she gets upset when u get upset for it 😞 so RUDE actually!!!

- really likes doing facemasks with you because you always put them on for her, and because you look really stupid with them on.

- this video. js this whole video like!!! she definitely has that dinosaur hand sanitizer AND that backpack!!

- likes rings cuz she thinks they make her look cool, but she literally cannot keep them for more than a month. they get lost SO EASILY!!!

- knows a concerning amount of things about the roman empire.

- definitely saw the barbie movie with you, and got so embarrassed at the ken guitar scene ☹️ “do i do that??” and you had to hold back laughter and tell her no

- if you have little siblings, they LOVE HER. she is so good with kids its insane. she would definitely do the griddy w ur little brother and you would NEVER let her live it down

- if you take her to a family gathering, she’s either talking with your uncles or hanging out with your younger cousins. she’s scared of your cousins your age bc they’re “cool like you”

- definitely bought you lego flowers at one point and sat on the floor and built them with you

- has those glow-in-the-dark stars on her bedroom ceiling

- would absolutely lick your salt lamp “for science”

- one time you put her hair in pigtails and she wore it the whole day, and refused to let her friends make fun of it cuz her “wife” did them

- talks about you like a 40 year old man talks about his wife. “gotta get home to the wife” definitely has “happy wife happy life!” on a tshirt

- built the two of you a house on minecraft and put your beds next to each otherrrr :((

- carved your name on her skateboard and guitar

- had an AWFUL emo phase in middle school. terrible. was absolutely an avid tumblr user

- such a nerd about vinyls. would take u on dates to her favorite vinyl store, and buy you a new vinyl player because “yours damages your vinyls, and the audio quality is shit” (you randomly bought it on amazon)

- just knows so many facts…about things…. like she’s always talking to you like “oh my god babe did you know that-“

- would get “jealous” of your pets whenever you’d pet them or hold them in front of her. just going up to your cat like “she likes me more than you”

- made herself one of those “i love my girlfriend” tshirts with your face on it

- your dad definitely loves her because they have so much in common. grilling, fishing,camping, she’s like the ultimate dad-dyke

- can fall asleep ANYWHERE. like the second she’s tired she’s just 😴😴 and she’s definitely using you as a pillow

- one time the two of you went to a family party and you found her asleep on two folded chairs

- you’re her wallpaper on all her devices.

- every time you ask her what she’s doing and she’s playing guitar shes like “just fingering my guitar”. she thinks its SOOOO HILARIOUS

- definitely says white ppl shit all the time on accident . one time she said “lets rock and roll” when you two were going somewhere and she literally didn’t talk for 5 minutes cuz you could not stop laughing

- LOVES burts bees !!! her lips always taste like their strawberry chapstick and its wonderful

- has a pair of lightning mcqueen crocs

- LOVESSSS when you paint her nails and do her makeup (she just likes you sitting on her lap)

- definitely one of those girls thats like. obsessed w doctor pepper. its a serious problem 😞😞!!!

- has a little shoe box full of receipts, polaroids of you, and little souvenirs from your dates. :((

- literally melts when you scratch her back

- very into horror games/analog horror. definitely binge watched markipliers “faith” gameplay and talked about it nonstop

- miles morales is def her fave superhero. has so many of his comics and LOVES the spiderverse movies. calls you her gwen 😞😞

taglist!!! if ur name is crossed i cant tag u :((

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[malewifeharem]

sex with danheng IL

彡- ,, brainrot???? small fic????? of sex with danheng IL hehe

cw ⁞ afab!reader, nsfw filth (duh), dragon features (two pp but only one goes in ha?, size diff, FANGSSSSSSS), mention of prey/predator dynamic, marking, breeding kink IF YOU SQUINT, scent kink IF YOU SQUINT EVEN HARDER

an ⁞ YALL FR GONNA FIND A WAY TO REPOPULATE THE VIDYADHARA CLAN ;D (idk how im gonna play hsr the same way after writing this...) im not very happy with the intro but its wtv.

@cloudshuffle my amazing awesome proofreader <3

after getting intimate with each other a couple times, danheng and you have discussed taking things up a notch. i imagine him coming back to the astral express, incredibly frustrated after a stressful mission (after seeing his ex in xianzhou), and he really just needed you. you excitedly welcome him back but you're suddenly pinned down — wrists enveloped by his hand and his tail coiling itself around your leg.

"d-danheng? what's wrong...?"

he growls carnally, his cerulean eyes hazed with lust. he dives in for your chest, inhaling deeply before lightly nipping at your neck with his fangs and branding you as his with a few hickies.

"need you now. you know your safe word, yes?" he huffs impatiently, tugging at your shirt.

you nod before hurriedly ridding yourself of your top and bra, exposing your upper half to your lover.

"so beautiful," he whispers in awe.

danheng's hands immediately lock in on your tits, gently squeezing them before giving each of them a sweet suck. your cute little whimper just spurs him on even more! you're so much smaller than him, it's adorable. but it really doesn't help his innermost desires to manhandle tf outta you. it's just part of his animalistic urges as a dragon, after all.

his hands quickly trails down to unclip your skirt and pushing your panties aside to finger you. you let out a small gasp at this, slightly unnerved by his hastiness but you weren't complaining at all. it's not long till he adds another finger, coaxing a low moan out of you. with your walls clenching so deliciously around his fingers, the dragon wondered how you would feel around his cock instead.

"cant take it anymore... please 'heng..," you whine.

"hm, my baby's so needy all for me? i'll give you what you want since you asked so sweetly."

danheng chuckles before discarding his own slacks, revealing his erect cocks. (yes, two ehe) it's so pretty, being tinted a light turquoise at the base and a pink-ish fleshy color at the tip. he slides one of them in slowly — the stretch being so much bigger than his fingers. you both moan in unison once his length is fully buried in your wetness, with his hand pressing down on your spine, putting you in a mean arch. he waits for your signal before moving his hips, thrusting slow and deep — allowing you to feel every vein, every inch. your skin flushes in embarrassment when you notice how lustful danheng looks in the moment, eyeing you hungrily as if you're meek prey, who've fallen into the beast's domain. (omg so alpha) as he picks up his pace, your cries of pleasure only grow louder and you're sincerely hoping march won't call you both out on it later.

you wrap your arms around danheng's neck, hungrily pulling him in for a kiss while your legs encircles his waist — forcing his cock to drive deeper into you.

"mmfh— fuck, you're sucking me in... feels so good, darling," he pants in between sloppy, wet kisses. it's so messy, the way your pussy squelches sinfully with each thrust — your juices coating his girth with a layer of slick and even spilling onto the sheets below. he continues rutting into you ruthlessly, knocking all the air out of you as your hands find their way onto your boyfriend's back, leaving searing marks — staking your claim. the pain only turning him on even more, he hisses as his breath grows erratic, warning you of his impending release. you're on the edge of your own climax too, a familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.

"haah... i can feel you clenching around me, let's cum together," he groaned in your ear, enveloping you with the essence of him — body, soul, and mind. to him, you look best all fucked-out, guts rearranged and your mind filled with only thoughts of him and his dick. one particular prod to your g-spot sends you to your climax, your cunt clamping down impossibly harder on your poor boyfriend's dick. your words coming out as broken, incoherent sobs as your body quivers from the intensity of it all.

with your pussy milking him for all he's worth like that, how was danheng supposed to hold back? he shot ribbons of pearly white cum inside of you, making sure to fill every crevice of you with him — his cock twitching with each pulse.

"i would've never expected cumming inside of you would feel so good... could we go one more round? gonna fill you up real good again, i promise."

[astrayzmoa]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 —> "𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄?" —> 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘

Genre —> Fluff

—> will txt peel your orange for you? Will they complain? Will they not do it? Will they do it willingly?

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YEONJUN

• what the flip guys

• you sometimes don't even have to ask, if he's getting himself fruit to eat he's getting you some too in a cute little bowl so y'all can eat your fruits together

• like...if you ask him to peel you an orange then okay sure no problem baby!!

• bro doesn't even think twice

• if his baby want their orange peeled bc they don't want it to get in their nails then sure!!! He loves you too much tbh

• just wouldn't question it too much so dont worry! You're all in good hands

• def a guy tho to do acts of service a lot for you, even if you ask or not

• baby js cares and wants to make sure you're okay! He def has the urge to take care of you a lot.

SOOBIN

• papa bunny does it usually when you're sick, unless you ask ofc

• like, if you're sick he'll get you some fruit he knows you love and give you it without asking for it

• any other time tho you'll have to ask him and tell him because you don't feel like getting your hands messy/sticky (or any other excuse lol)

• "yeah, okay..sure." shows a tiny little dimple smile and does it!!!>0<

• WITH A FOREHEAD SMOOCH AFTER OFC GRRR OTL

• easy, right?

• hes just glad to help you honestly

• "you feelin' better, baby? A little? Ok, get some more rest, sweet girl." With his little 🥺 staring at you and and and😭

• okay but realistically he sometimes just stares at you :D and then shakes his head and says, "ahh, no." Lololol he's joking pls joke back.

BEOMGYU

• oooo he's a menace

• tease you a little before giving in lol

• "wha? Why?..oh, hmm..no." then he'll get up and push you down if you try and get up to do it yourself 💀

• cutiee, he just likes to mess with you

• but he'll cut you some fruit! Tho he might make a mess so🧍🏻‍♀️

• no matter how it turns out pls eat it n be happy he worked hard😓

• if he's getting himself food or a snack or a drink or wtvr he'll get you one too without saying anything or you asking

• gyuie's just cute like that guys

• "here!!!! I bought you a drink! :)" pls take it and thank him and drink it happily 😭🙏🏻

TAEHYUN

• nooo cause his love language is def acts of service

• so he def does things for you a lot, me thinks

• you're cold? Cool here's his hoodie

• oh, you're hungry? Don't worry you'll be filled up real soon, he's cooking you something!!>.<

• he will gladly peel you an orange if you want one, an apple, he will peel it if it's peelable guys

• "mhm, okay." 5 mins later, "here, eat up, pretty girl."

• OTL

• I need him so bad guys😭

• idk he's just really thoughtful and always puts you before himself

• especially when it comes to health and food n stuff

• "here, have the rest of my food I'm full." *You end up feeding him some while you finish it.*

HUENINGKAI

• HES SO SWEET GOD PLS I NEED HIM 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

• whenever he eats something I know he gives you a few bites even if you have your own

• def rubs your tummy after you're done eating I'm sobbing

• 🧍🏻‍♀️

• but, anyway, hes just very thoughtful and wants to make sure you're okay

• "babyyyy! Would you like some? I figured we could try it since we've never had it before." You agree and he's so happy and he airplanes you the food IM BITING CEMENT

• this is so offtrack😭

• erm moral of the story he thinks of you a lot so yes, he in fact would peel you an orange and care for you happily!>0<

• at first tho he'll prob give you the most confused face ever bc you've never had a problem before..? But okay!!😊

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hey bff! can u do percy x a daughter of psyche? who has the gift of empathy and can heal emotional pain, but it drains her so percy is really protective!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x daughter of psyche! reader hcs

content: percy jackson x daughter of psyche! reader hcs warning: none this one is too soft for any warnings author's note: okay okay i did my research on psyche for this one and just...awwwwwww wtf its so sweet her and eros like wtfffffff why can't i have a tragic greek love yall doom me with the narrative i beg

you have bewitched him, body and soul

drawn in instantly

im sorry but you would be too if you heard of a girl that could basically heal all of your trauma

very popular among the demigods for that reason

borderline harassed and forced into help ease the emotional pain that a lot of them suffer from

and you wanted to help, truly you did, but it was hard when it took so much out of you

but you just pushed through, wanting the others to feel peace even if it cost you your own

you did it out of your cabin, as you knew chiron would try and stop you, scheduling times for them to sneak in and out

you were on your eight demigod of the day, your vision fuzzy but your hands out stretched as you needed a point of contact to heal them

but then instead of grasping your hands, the fuzzy blob in front of you gripped your shoulders

you could just make out dark hair and what looked to be green eyes before your body gave out on you

after what felt like hours, your eyes fluttered open, and you could feel your ladybug pillowpet under your head, which you turned towards the door of your cabin

there percy stood, shooing away another camper

"but-"

"look at her. she'll kill herself to keep you all happy. let her rest. i won't ask again," percy hissed before closing the door, shaking his head as he approaching you, kneeling beside your bed

"welcome back to the land of the living."

"who was that? are they alright?! i'm sure i could-"

"and i'm sure you could, too. but i won't let ya. you're off for the rest of the week," percy argued and raised a brow at you as you opened your mouth to argue.

you swallowed your argument, nodding your head and offering him a soft smile, which he returned

that was the first time you met and from that point on, it was hard to find one without the other

it got worse once you two started dating

percy might as well have glued his hand into your back pocket of your jeans, as it seemed to never leave

and no matter how much you offer, percy refuses to let you use your powers on him

he thinks it would be an abuse of his position as boyfriend

what he doesn't know, is while he sleeps with his head in your lap and you comb your fingers through his dark hair, you do little spurts of it

nothing major or serious enough for him to notice, but just to give him a little peace of mind here and there

but, for her birthday, once everyone else had left, you offered your services up to sally

percy had told you enough about gabe to leave you, every the pacificist, raging and seething with anger

sally was hesitant but agreed, you two sitting criss cross apple sauce in her bedroom on some rug paul had insisted on

you took her hands into yours and talked through the process, which you typically didn't do with the demigods

you walked her through her own emotions, why she was feeling that, why she dealt with that the way she did, how she might do better next time

you were both crying not even half way through

she pulled you into the tightest hug after, thanking you so many times you lost count

then she sent you home with a boat load of cookies, which she made percy swear on his father not to steal

you were sweet enough to give him a third of your ration, but that's it!! (he ended up with a half, bc you love that boy far too much)

he finds it very amusing to be like 'she's an empath ' at inappropriate times

"she just killed two monsters"

"she's an empath"

"percy! you're girlfriend is crying bc mr. d won't give her another marshmallow!"

"what can i say, she's an empath."

"hey, is that your girlfriend?? she's currently hugging a tree and refuses to let go because she thinks it was a lover in a past life."

"she's an empath- wait, what?"

idk but you are very jane austen coded, you just are

soft and ancient loves are sooooo you!!

those kind of loves where their souls are clearly tied in a neat little bow

percy buys you all those fancy cover versions of the books, making sure they match your aesthetic and all the things

just a boy being protective over his soft babygirl idk what to tell you

[silkythewriter]

Hi! It’s the anon who asked the cat demon headcanons, (which I loved btw <3) And you asked, so I deliver! Here’s another request, although, please remember that you don’t have to do this and remember to take breaks ^^ Could you possibly, mayhaps do another Vox x reader? Where the reader is a HUGE extrovert, like they just randomly show up in front of his house at 3:00 am with McDonald’s in hand just because they didn’t wanna be alone at night or something like that? Headcanons is fine! :D

Vox with an extroverted reader!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Warnings!: Non! Just our silly lil tv demon <3

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel

Author note!: AHHH HI HI IM SO HAPPY FOR YOUR HAZBIN HOTEL ASKS THEY MOTIVATE ME TO WRITE SO MUCH AHHH TY SM FOR THE NEW REQUEST (also Vox is my fav lil silly guy I love writing for him ̋(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) )

Summary!: Vox with an extroverted reader!

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

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“(Where is my friend Smiley?) Your name is definitely Smiley!”

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT ON THIS, this man is not an extrovert per say, he is just very good at making people like him. Like look he much rather be working to gain more power then chit chat but he would do it to gain favors.

Like I said with my last post he’s very good at using his words to make people side with him. Now I wouldn’t say he’s a man of few words, definitely not. But he has a persona he wears in social interactions.

After a long day of just running his new channel/show, he honestly has zero energy, this man is exhausted after talking all day long to the citizens of hell. And making business deals upon business deals.

But with that being said he finds it re energizing to be around you. Maybe it’s the care free attitude you have, or maybe the pure excitement on your face when he opens the door at 3AM.

When he opens the door and sees you with a big ol’ grin on your face as you clutch a big bag of food with one hand and another big bag stuffed to the brim with your personal items in the other hand you can imagine his confusion

Either way he opens the door slightly to let you march in before you quickly put everything down and plopped down on his couch.

And after that it honestly just became a daily occurrence

At first he was a bit confused and overall just questioning why you were here at 3am of all times.

And if you ask if he minds of course he’ll say yes! He’s tired! Not like he finds it nice to be in your company or anything

No but really he probably to tired to protest half of the time so he just takes a seat next to you and starts digging in to whatever you bought.

Also he always blushes at how you always get his order right and knows what he likes…but he always turns away before you could sneak in a glance!

I’m all serious having you as company on lonely nights is quite literally a after live saver for him. Having you to talk to about anything and everything you both find interesting is wayyyyy more better then having Val or velvet screeching in his ear about something!.

After the first few times of this happening he always made sure to lay out extra blankets and pillows on the couch just for you two.

Now as for your personality he honestly finds it very energizing! Look he’s use to carrying the conversation (which he doesn’t mind) but it’s nice having someone else take the lead for a bit!

I will say he knows you aren’t naive or anything per say, but he can’t help be a bit over protective of you and your happy energy. And trust me he doesn’t mind getting his hands a bit dirty if someone tells you to water yourself down (￣ ^ ￣💧)…

He gives you a spare key so you could just waltz’s in whenever you wanted to be honest!

He finds it nice to cuddle on the couch and talk with you till you both pass out, and surprisingly it’s recharges his social battery!

After awhile the rolls might reverse with him now asking if you want to come over at late Hours if the night (๑>ᴗ<๑)

And even on the rare chance he has time in the mornings or evenings to hang out with you he always makes sure no one can disturb you guys. He has everything on silent even his inner notifications. And if they ask he just says he was glitching out ( =ω= )

The amount of shows you guys binge watch in one night is actually foul… like a 5 hour series done and completed in tops 2 hours. What black magic you guys use don’t ask me….!

If you end up asleep mid way one of the shows before him he will pick you up and take you to bed. He’ll make sure to put the AC full blast before covering you in blankets before hopping in himself. Now if he’ll admit this in the morning is a 50/50 chance

He only tolerates you doing this, anyone else and he’d be annoyed and just electrocute them out.

If you ever go to the three V’s building he honestly isn’t surprised with how you get along with almost everyone.

He dose a get a bit jelly at times when it come to you chit chatting with a whole bunch of people.

But in the end of the day he knows that’s just how you are and as long as you reassure him he’s your favorite hes fine with it.

If he hears anyone talk behind your back about your personality best believe they won’t be found any time soon.

You guys are always talking over socials honestly especially mid day when it’s busy but he just wants to talk to you! It helps him save the little sanity and patience he has with the people he’s surrounded by(￣▽￣)💦.

Overall you help him cope after a long day and you never fail to make him smile!, and having someone to just goof around with and not needing to put on his business persona, is funny enough, a god send. He loves you very much!, and is thankful for whatever good deed he did when he was alive that earned him you.

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HELLO HELLO!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST, PHEW THAT WAS ALOT BUT I LOVED WRITING IT SM!!!!! Vox is my favorite character personally! He’s so silly <3

BUT AGAIN TY FOR REQUESTING I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS SO MUCH FUN PLEASE REQUEST AGAIN WHENEVER!!! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

[thegnomelord]

for the prompt game, if it's still open, maybe 8 with Ghost? maybe with hatefucking and at the point you're both at it's basically a routine but all of the nasty words and cruel moments are really just because you're both brutes that have trouble expressing emotions properly, and all you really want is just some kind of deeper connection with each other, but with your shitty use of words, arguing and eventual growling into into his mouth as you shove him down onto the nearest flat surface is the only way for you to get that. and perhaapps at one point, one of you, reader or ghost doesn't matter, let's something softer and more caring slip through the angry facade? ofc if you already have one for 8 or you just don't like this idea you can im really sorry and you can ignore me, no pressure and I love all your writing :')) <3

Okay anon holy shit this is GOOD! You should think of writing yourself like what I'm seeing in this prompt is good shit :D Play the game HERE

Prompt: "If this is a joke it isn't funny."

CW: NSFW, Sub Bot Ghost, Dom Top MReader, hatefucking, degradation, confessions, soft sex,

It always starts the same; Simon's roughly patting your shoulder and telling you to not cock it up, your equally harsh response for him to keep up with you, rough voices hiding the unsaid 'be careful's. Insults like 'dumbass', 'moron', 'dead weight' crackling over the radio when the other's pinned down by fire, the electric static and suppression fire muting the worry in your voice, the hint of care in Simon's tone.

And it always ends the same; harsh stares across the room while you debrief Price, casualty numbers turning into critiques of the other— you should have noticed the terrorist, Simon should have kept the sniper in mind — prickling barbs and venomed words turning into shoves and punches, leaving bruises on each other's skin instead of the kisses you want to lay down.

Soap loves comparing you to dogs, and that's what you are— animals; talking would kill you both so you end up expressing yourselves through teeth and claws. There's blood on your tongue as you push Simon onto the bed and he pulls you down with his teeth digging into your bottom lip, rough fingers pulling away clothes only to push into bruised flesh, drawing hisses and growls.

'I want you' Ghost wants to say, instead "Stop being a pussy," comes out, blunt nails dragging deep scratches down your back. 'I'm happy you're alive' "You fuck as bad as you fight." Simon tastes blood as he kisses you, both of you struggling to pin the other to the bed.

"Shut up." 'I missed you' you snarl and pin him on his front, trapping his massive arms behind his back so he has no support, his head pushed into the pillows and arse high in the air, your thigh parting his legs. You huff a laugh when you see his cock already hard, hanging uselessly between his thighs. "Slag, good for nothing but taking it up the ass." 'I care for you'.

'You're important to me' Simon swallows the blood and spit in his mouth, jerking in a half-hearted attempt to free himself. "'least ah have a use," he growls, chest stuttering for breath as you bear down even more weight on him. You push your fingers into his mouth to wet them and Simon bites down, loving you with his teeth first, the sting of pain binding you together.

"Yeah, as a cocksleeve." 'I'm sorry' You don't give him a warning, just pull your fingers from his mouth and push into his ass. It's only enough lube to not tear him, but the stretch hurts, burns, and Simon both loves and hates how this roughness makes his cock hard and heart flutter.

"That-hah-" Ghost pants into the sheets, eyes prickling with tears with how he tries to keep them open, body forced to submit to you as your fingers stretch him, fuck him, tenderly brushing against his prostate before pushing to the last knuckle, pain and pleasure burning up his spine. "-that's not true."

Pulling out your fingers you give him a sharp slap on his ass, "Sure is," You use what saliva you have on your hand to wet your cock, swirling the drool in your mouth before you spitting right on his hole for extra wetness, your sudden action making his spasming hole clench and relax reflexively. "Look at how you're clenching." You mount him, pushing your weight down on him until he can barely breathe, cock bobbing against his hole. "Acting like such a bitch!"

You ram in him to put emphasis on the word and Simon bites his tongue so hard it bleeds, resisting letting any noises out. He's never vocal in bed, no matter how hard you fuck him, how many bruises your hips leave on his ass or how many hickeys you lay on his throat, how often your balls slap against his, he never utters more than a low groan.

But he wants to; good god Simon wants to tell you how good you feel, how every brush of your cockhead against his prostate has him seeing stars, how much he loves feeling you pound into him, who bodies bound into one by such a primal connection. . . but he can't, his mouth clamps up when he tries and even if he manages to spit something out it just comes out as venom, earning him firm slaps on his ass and your weight bearing further down on him.

You spill into him, pinning him so hard beneath your weight he can barely breathe, only remembering to rub him into an orgasm when your balls are good and empty, cock plugging his hole full of your cum. Your hands are harsh, his panting ringing in your ears until his cock twitches and he cums onto the sheets beneath him, whole body shaking to hold his moans in.

You collapse onto him, just enough sense in your head to roll you two onto your sides so he isn't laying in his spend or suffocating beneath you. Uncomfortable silence rings in your ears as you pant, bile churning in your stomach; This is your usual, soon enough Simon will tell you to shove off, he'll get up, take a piss, and leave.

And this song and dance will repeat until one of you dies.

Even without sight you feel Simon open his mouth, vestiges of harsh words burning on his tongue. Maybe it's post-orgasmic bliss that makes you speak, "Hey," Your hands tighten around his middle, "Stay the night." You curl around him like a lover; something you know you're not.

He shuts his mouth so quickly you hear the 'click' of his teeth, whole body freezing because this is as new for him as it is for you. "If this is a joke," He growls, turns his head just enough for you to catch his glare. "It's not funny."

Your tongue burns with the usual words— 'Only joke here is you' — but you don't, instead a slow and low "I'm not kidding." escapes you, like something forbidden, something to keep secret lest you get divine punishment.

Simon's mind buffers like an old computer, too many thoughts stuffing his head that he can't understand a single one. This is too far removed from the usual, hummingbirds knocking on his skull as a warning. But his body relaxes while he's still thinking, a stagnant breath escaping his lungs. "Fine."

You think of saying something, but it's better not to. Instead you huddle closer to him, still connected in a carnal way but now it feels so much more. . . intimate. Your hands wander over his toros, a gentle exploration instead of a race for release, your fingers carding through his body hair down his happy trail and up again.

Simon's head tils back to give you access to his neck, your lips soft against his skin as you kiss the bruises you'd left, both of your bodies slowly moving to close the small space between you two, urged to share your warmth.

You shift your hips, only realizing you're hard again when Simon moans. Moans. "Sorry," You duck your head, hands gripping his hips to pull out but he stops you, a rough sound in his throat.

"No," Simon doesn't look at you though the blush across his face is easy to spot. "Keep going," Tilting his hips back into yours tears a moan from both of you. Your cum eases the slide in, his walls stretched and pliant, wetly sucking you in like a needy thing.

Another time you'd have laughed at how desperate he's acting, but the low moans and a little "Fuck, just like that," you earn by rolling your hips has your mind shutting off. You can't believe how vocal he's suddenly become, getting louder the slower and gentler you move your hips, your cock slowly pushing in and out of his hole.

You bury your head in his neck and blindly stroke his leaking cock, kissing the skin under your lips, your eyes closed shut as you thrust into him slowly, your tender and slow movements pulling moan after moan out of him. His hand winds back to cup the back of your neck, pulling you up just enough to give you an awkward kiss but it's sweet and raw and so desperate—

You don't notice he's cumming until his walls clamp down on you, Simon whispering "I love you," so soft and quiet under his breath that you don't hear him, too busy filling him up a second time, but your mind buzzes with warmth all the same.

You lay as you were, somehow so exhausted that even moving an inch is anathema to you. Both of you, it seems, if the way Simon's back is warm and pliant against your chest, his breathing slow and steady. Tomorrow you'll need to talk (or do your best substitution of it), but for tonight, you can hug him close and finally have an answer to what it would feel like to have him close without the sex, to just be with him. . .