Joshua.

commison here !!

dos : nsfw, yumeship, oc x canon, canon ships, etc

don’t: real people, proship, profic, problematic

a/n: not proofread we die like william birkin... something small and silly because I just really wanted to write shake. erm this is ass but jake/sherry canon trust !

ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81876996

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Silence, filled only with the dull roar of a car's engine, spread across the vehicle after just seconds of the end beep of a telephone. 

He always did worry, even if he tried not to show it.

It had barely been moments before he had called last. He refused to be left unupdated even though it was a simple drive back home. Well, it wasn’t JUST a ride home. The woman had been gone for quite a bit, and though he certainly trusted her, it wasn’t distrust that prompted the countless phone calls. No, it was something far different, a concern. 

The woman had been out working for a while, not months or weeks, but a mere twenty-four hours in the office. However, that was twenty-four hours away from him--away while sick. The distance bothered him a little, only because his heart yearned for her, and oh, how he could never have enough of yearning for her. He had her now, and he wasn’t letting go, regardless of what came their way. Even if it was an infection, an infection that held no cure, or so they had thought before.

So, one could imagine why he was reluctant to see her go off to work, even if she was only going to be sitting in an office instructing. He urged her to rest, have someone else in that “Government shithole,” as he put it, and go and fill in. Although the man knew she was the singular one who could’ve done the job.

The blue-eyed man would attempt to occupy his mind while she was away, but that was futile. Every hour, she’d get a message, or a call, asking if she was doing alright, reminding her to take her medication and breaks. When he received a call from the delighted woman, explaining that the mission was successful and that Leon S. Kennedy was bringing home a cure, which Grace Ashcroft had found and obtained, he was beyond relieved. 

Now, all he could do was pace around the home, waiting for his beloved to make way home. If anyone could even call it waiting. Countless calls, as mentioned before, messages, and staring out the window as if the headlights of her car would appear faster.

He was far from hiding his concern. 

Tires rumbled against the road as gloved hands turned the wheel, making a left into a familiar driveway. Driving up the driveway, she found her usual spot and pushed on the brake, pressing the engine off with a click of a button. As she unlocked the car, she reached for the door handle; however, the car door abruptly opened, causing her to slightly jump in her seat. 

“Sherry!” The deep voice called out in relief, yet the voice still held a tang of deep worry. Sherry met the concerned face of her lover with a soft, reassuring smile. 

“Hey, handsome. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” The blonde spoke in that cute, cheerful tone of hers. A tone he hadn’t heard in a long while, he’d only heard her attempting to mask her pain by fabricating that tone. Hearing it now, no masking, just raw happiness, goodness, it was music to his ears. 

“Oh, Sherry…” He murmured, filled with affection that could only be shared between those who’d given their all to each other. He didn’t waste time, gently pulling her out of the car and into his warm embrace. She felt his bare chest against hers, which was covered by a pretty white blouse. Her gloved hands pressed warmly against the toned muscles of his upper back; they were flexed with how tightly he held her. 

“Jake-” Sherry started, unable to suppress a giggle from the tightness of his hug, and the fact that he’d run outside in only sweatpants. “Jake, it's freezing out here. You’ll get sick. Let’s get inside.” Jake paused for a moment, as if he’d forgotten how silly he looked. The weather went unnoticed by him; he could only think of one right now, and that was Sherry. He pulled back just enough to look down at her. Her warm smile was all he needed to heat up from this temperature. Sherry tilted her head just a little, as if telling him to snap out of it and listen to her, but also admiring the handsome face she, oh, so missed. 

“Right-...inside,” Jake finally pulled back, yet not fully. He made sure to grab a hold of her hand, guiding her to the steps of their shared home and inside himself, after closing the car door for her. The house was mostly dark, a small light shone from up the stairs, and the moon illuminated enough through the windows. Once in the safe haven of their home, Jake closed the door and locked it behind them. He immediately turned to face Sherry, who was kicking off her heels. 

Jake was mere seconds from doing a once-over of her to check if she had been fully cured and was no longer in pain, but he realized she must have been absolutely exhausted. So, his large hand found the small of her back and gently guided her along. Sherry lifted her eyes to his, grateful for his unspoken care. Jake always did this, jumped to show her the utmost caring. It wasn’t long before they reached the bedroom. It was dimly lit with a singular lamp on the bedside table. The other lamp remained off; its base glowed from the shine of the moon. 

“Want anything? Water? Foo-” 

“I’m fine, Jake. It’s alright, really.” Sherry’s soft voice cut off Jake’s worried one, which received a little worried huff from him. Her lips curled into a wider smile. He was so cute it made her heart ache. Before she could say more, he was already having her sit on the bed. He slowly lowered in front of her, just enough so he was level with her. His rough, calloused fingers carefully took hold of her gloved hands, pulling at the leather tips. Successfully removing the leather gloves, he placed them to the side. He analyzed her palms and fingers, not leaving one inch unchecked. 

“Baby, it’s gone. All of it.” Sherry reassured him, but also reassured herself in the same breath. Her words sounding unbelieveable even to her. 

God, he could almost cry. An ocean of relief washed over him, his eyes almost unbelieving the cured sight in front of him. His fingers trembled just slightly. It felt as if the largest boulders had been lifted from his shoulders. In words, he could not describe the immense feeling of solace he basked in. Jake lifted her fingers ever so slightly, bringing them up close so his breath fanned across them. Eyes fluttering shut, his lips pressed lovingly against her slender fingers, planting kisses that carried a million words of affection. No signs of the virus marked her body any longer. The terrifying black decay had faded away, leaving that same beautiful skin he worshipped against his lips. 

His eyes shot open. His attention suddenly shifted to the drawer to his left, where he reached his free hand out to, pulling it open and digging in it for a moment. Pulling out a familiar, small leather box, he easily flicked it open with his thumb and placed it on the bedside table. Two fingers pulled out the shiny ring that lay inside. Without wasting a moment, he slid it right back onto her ring finger. 

A token of their love, a symbol of an everlasting bond between them. A wedding band that glinted in the lamplight, matching his own. With the virus taking a toll on Sherry’s body, she was forced to remove the ring, unable to keep it over the black decay that infected her very finger. Her husband, Jake, pressed another chaste kiss to her fingers. His wife, Sherry, gazed down upon him as if he were the most precious thing in the world, which to her, he was. 

“I love you,” Her lover’s voice broke through the silence. He may not have said it so frequently, but he meant it more than anything in the world. Jake’s eyes met hers, the ones he could see his entire future in. Before she was able to respond, he leaned up and captured her lips in an almost desperate kiss. A kiss confirming it wouldn’t be his last, that she was truly okay, and this virus was a threat no longer. 

summary — You help your wife, Grace Ashcroft, take a break from work and relieve some stress !!

a/n — NOT PROOFREAD AGAIN WE DIE LIKE ZENO

ao3 link — https://archiveofourown.org/works/80588471

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“Hey, beautiful.” Your voice broke through the silence as the door creaked open, causing the woman to raise her head from her laptop. The words on the bright screen reflected in her glasses as she looked in your direction. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, along with the moon shining through the curtains.

“Oh- Hey, ___.” Your distracted beloved, Grace Ashcroft, stumbled in response. To which you gave a soft smile, she greeted it with that cute little smirk of hers before focusing back on her work. You stepped in from the dark hallway, shutting the door behind you with a click as the sound of tapping on a keyboard filled the space. Making your way to the bed, your palms smoothed over the pillow before settling next to your lover on the mattress. Grace’s wedding band glinted in the light of her laptop, a warm reminder of the bond you shared. You joined her under the blanket, though Grace seemed swept up in her work to acknowledge much. Instead, her hand reached out for you to hold. In a moment, your fingers interlocked with hers. It was a gesture she made for comfort, as if having you there wasn’t enough; she needed to feel you, too.

Of course, she was writing yet another report. Probably the one that Mr. Dempsey was constantly pestering her about, the Raccoon City incident. Her late-night working didn’t bother you much; you only worried about her well-being. Ever since she returned from that horrific time in Raccoon City, she’d had trouble sleeping. Constant nightmares were plaguing her mind.

You were always there, and for that, she was more than grateful. Without you, she didn’t know how she’d be able to cope. Ashcroft knew she had to remain strong, for you, for Emily. Being with you felt safe, felt like a breath of fresh air, everything just seemed right with you. As if she didn’t have to push herself constantly, that she could really just take a break and lean on you when she needed it.

However, she did also meet someone else dear to her, a D.S.O agent who went by the name Leon Scott Kennedy, someone she felt was almost like a father to her. She’d had a lack of parental figures since the passing of her mother, so having someone such as him was adding a piece to her heart she never knew she needed. Grace often kept in touch with him, even introducing him to you plenty of times. So much so that you would even keep in touch with him now, informing him of the well-being of your wife and newly adopted daughter.

It had taken a bit of getting used to, your wife suddenly returning home with a sweet-looking little girl after all. Yet you quickly adjusted to the new lifestyle, being the mother of Emily alongside your all-too-caring wife. “I put Emily to sleep,” your soft tone sliced through the silence yet again. Grace hummed in response, giving a small nod. “It seems she’s adjusting to the new area better. She didn’t have too much trouble sleeping this time.” Ashcroft let out a sigh of relief, giving your hand a small squeeze as she kept her eyes glued to her screen.

“Hm, that’s good. She’s been through a lot…” She trailed off for a moment, her fingers stilling on her keyboard. “Thank you ___, I couldn’t do this without you.” You raised her hand to your lips, giving a brief, chaste kiss to her soft skin. Grace’s eyes finally raised from her screen, a sheepish smile on her face as a rosy tint spread across her cheeks. That was one thing you absolutely adored about her, the way she got all flustered so quickly. It was almost as if she was begging you to tease her, which, really, you just wanted any excuse to work her up. Her reactions were all too cute not to be tempting.

“Mhm, it’s late, baby. Why don’t you leave the rest of the report for tomorrow?” You questioned in that gentle, concerned tone as you touched your cheek to the back of the hand you held. Grace hesitated, almost about to shake her head, until she saw that look in her eyes. Your e/c eyes gazing into hers as if telling her to pay attention to you instead.

Her lips parted, unable to find words at first, “Mr. Dempsey will kill me if I don’t get this done soon…” Your wife reluctantly murmured. Your lips curled up a little. Her little worry sounded so cute.

“Alright then,” you started, your gaze trailing up and down her body before meeting her eyes again, “Why not a little break?” you suggested, suppressing a smirk.

“A…break? I..I don’t know-” Your free hand slithered to her thigh, starting slow caresses up and down, making her forget her protests.

“Oh, come on, Grace… you’ve been working on this nonstop, I know you’re exhausted, baby.” You practically pleaded. “Won’t you let me help you relax?” You purred, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watched her cheeks redden.

“W..Well- I- you…___…” Grace stumbled on her words, so distracted by your ministrations that she already found it hard to speak. This only caused your smirk to grow, your hand getting bolder as it inched up her thigh.

“I…?” You teased, knowing how flustered you had already gotten her. Before she could muster up a response, you ran your hand up her thigh, then raised it to shut her laptop, putting it to the side before she could argue. Which, she wouldn’t anyway, she was very, very easy for you. Her work was already long forgotten as your fingers worked on undoing her jeans. Her breathing started to become uneven. It was so sweet how, even after all this time, you had such an effect on her.

She swallowed hard as you undid her pants, “lift your hips for me, love.” You cooed, to which she obeyed. Her left arm was planted on the bed, keeping herself up with her elbow, doing the same with her other arm once you released her hand. You shoved the blanket off her, letting it fall off the bed. Once she had enough support, her hips slowly rose from the mattress. You let out a pleased hum, your fingers hooking into Grace’s waistband, sliding the fabric down her plush thighs, and throwing them off the bed.

Though she wasn’t the only one who was easy. You, on the other hand, were not only easy for her but so, so needy. If you could have it your way, you’d be between her legs all the time. You crawled your way to her side, settling between her legs. She wore a cute pair of cotton underwear, making it oh, so impossible not to tease her over them. You were slow at first, your fingers tenderly moving up her inner thigh. Your other hand kneaded on her cushiony thighs like a cat. She bit her lip as she stared down at you, which only fueled your desire.

It wasn’t long until you made contact with her clothed cunt, your digits sensually feeling her wetness soak through. She let out a soft gasp, to which you smirked. She was so responsive to every little touch, you barely even had to do much to get her soaked. “Already?” you teased, watching her crimson color grow. Even the tips of her ears reddened with blush.

“_-___” Grace whined, stuttering over your name as she struggled to form a coherent thought. Her breaths came in short, shaky gasps as you began to palm her through her clothing. She was always so vocal, god it made you THROB. Your smirk only widened, your body leaning closer to her’s so you could press on top of her. Your hand was still moving against her sensitive need as your lips made contact with her collarbone, peppering soft kisses on her skin.

Your free hand caressed up her body, slipping under her shirt to hike it up, just enough so you were able to cup her breast. You leaned up enough so your lips ghosted over her trembling ones. You’d barely even done anything, and yet here she was, responding to every touch as if it felt better than heaven. However, instead of touching those plush lips with your own, you pecked the corner of her mouth. Then moved back slightly to free your needy woman of her top.

Her bra had already been long discarded, so the sight in front of you was even more of a blessing. Your smirk had grown to a grin, hand returning to her breast to fondle her nipple, playing around with the cushiony skin under your palm. Grace squirmed under your touch, while your fingers squeezed her nipple, hardened from arousal, between them. Your lips ghosted over hers once again, breaths mingling together as one. She attempted to lean in to finally connect her lips with yours, but you took the chance to seize her bottom lip between your teeth. Nipping gently, causing her to whine. You held her lip there for a moment, nibbling before finally parting.

Her brows went slightly upturned as she pouted from your actions, which caused you to let out a soft chuckle. She was all too cute; you couldn’t help but torment her like this. As an affectionate gesture, a stark contrast to the tantalizing biting you were doing just seconds prior, you ran your tongue along her bottom lip. Yet for Grace, all she wanted to do was join your lips together, to kiss you until you were as breathless as she. So as your tongue ran along her lip, hers darted out, rolling over yours before crashing her lips onto you. It caused you to involuntarily gasp, which Grace swallowed as her mouth moved hungrily against yours.

Ashcroft parted just for a second, pulling off her glasses hurriedly and discarding them onto the bedside table. As the kisses grew in intensity, so did your hand. You quickly worked on yanking off that cotton undergarment, shoving your hand between her aching lips. Your tongues massaged together, soft hums and whines heard from your wife were muffled by the kiss. You sucked her bottom lip into your mouth, starting to turn the kiss into a bruising one. Meanwhile, she began sucking on your tongue that fought for dominance over hers. If breathing wasn’t already difficult beforehand, it had become so now.

Finally, you broke the kiss, not to catch your breath, but to kiss down her body. You started from her jaw, down to her neck, where you lingered for a moment, feeling her heightened pulse against your mouth. Meanwhile, Grace was trying to regulate her breathing, but every hot kiss you left on her skin mixed with your fingers working on her wet, slick, fuck her mind went blank. Her breathing was labored, whimpers leaving her shaky lips as you left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. You planted kisses down to her chest, peppering them all over her breasts before popping one of her boobs into your mouth.

“O-oh- f- shit- ___!” Grace choked out as your tongue swirled around her nipple, catching it in between your teeth torturously. As if to soothe her, your tongue slid over her darkened nipple, then parted your mouth from her tit. Continuing your descent down her body with the trail of wet kisses, your hand caressed down, leaving her tit to cup her hip as your other hand massages her throbbing cunt. You kissed down over her vagina, before finally positioning yourself in a way you’d be able to greet her pretty pussy head on.

Your finger stilled, parting from her wine colored arousal so you were able to lift her pillowy thighs, letting them rest on your shoulders. “____…” Grace rasped out your name, as if silently begging you to devour her the way you knew she loved.

“Yeah, baby? Want it that bad, hm?” you purred, your labored breaths hitting her pussy. You massaged her plush thighs, giving warm, sensual kisses along her inner thighs. God, it felt like a punishment how you left her dripping cunt waiting for you, although it wasn’t a long wait. Your lips pressed soft, affectionate kisses all the way to her slick lips, kissing teasingly before using your tongue to part them. You slipped your tongue between them, creating an opening for you to shove your nose right against her clit, causing her hips to rut against you.

“F-fuck-! Oh-!” Grace cried out, unable to stop her hips from grinding against your nose. You hummed lowly, pleased at her desperation. It was clear she craved release, but where was the fun in giving in so fast? Oh no, you’d drag this on until she couldn’t take it anymore. Until she let out all those work frustrations, all the negative exhaustion out of her body, and replaced it with the blissful feeling of her peak. The vibrations of your voice only made her even noisier, lewd sounds filling the room.

As she practically rode your nose, your tongue massaged around her needy hole, playing with her juices the way you knew she adored. Your nose moved along her crimson colored button, pleasuring her desire to ride your nose as your tongue gave in and delved into her hole. Languidly, you moved along her walls, taking your time tasting every bit of her as if it was the most delicious meal you’d ever had. In response, Grace’s hand shot out to tangle in your hair, grabbing a handful as her eyes shut tightly. “Y-yes- Oh, p-p-please do-don’t stop- stop!” Her stumbling desperation only increased the intense feeling you had to give her what she wished for, to have her see stars, all because of your actions.

Her head fell back against the headboard, moans coming out in short, choked-out sobs. “O-Oh, j-just like that- please!” Her whines were all going straight to your head, a sense of pride filling your senses, knowing it was only you who could make her fall apart like this. You worked precisely inside of her, darting around as you tasted her arousal on your tongue. “Y-yes-! ___!” She cried out your name, and oh, that did it for you. You withdrew from inside her, causing her to whine, but quickly inserted two digits inside her needy hole.

She choked out a moan, feeling her body coil tightly, begging for release. Your mouth moved up to devour her nub, your tongue lapping over and over her sensitive clitoris with her juices. Your fingers moved at a punishing pace, curling just right to hit that sweet spot that had her seeing stars. Flicking your tongue on her nub as she sobbed out pretty little moans. She felt her whole body pulsing from the pleasure, heat burning her up as her body flushed. Time felt as if it had slowed with the way you ate her out.

“P-please ___! I-I’m g-gonna-” Grace felt her whole body jerk, the hand tangled in your hair going still as she let out a stuttered moan. Her moans became whimpers as you continued to push your fingers deep inside, your mouth still working on her overstimulated button as you fucked her through her orgasm. Shockwaves rippled through her body as she lost the ability to speak, her legs trembling and her chest rising and falling from her heavy breathing.

“___…” Her sweet, quiet voice breathed out your name as you finally exited her. Raising your head from between her legs, your eyes gazed upon her beautiful face. The evidence of her aftershock made your heart swell with pride. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes half lidded as she looked up at you, and her face was all flushed. Goodness, she was an angel in the flesh. The most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

“My pretty girl…” You murmured as you brought your fingers to your lips, tasting her off of them. She whined, and her hands reached out for you, needing you close, craving more of you. Even though her body was spent, she pulled you on top of her and left messy kisses along your jaw. You giggled softly, then captured her lips in a sweet, loving kiss.

“So, was the break worth it?” you teased against her lips between kisses. She let out a breathless chuckle, muffled by your mouth moving alongside hers.

summary — Albert Wesker, your husband, does push-ups on you !!

a/n — NOT PROOFREAD WE DIE LIKE WESKER.

ao3 link — https://archiveofourown.org/works/80267221

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“What an absurd idea, absolutely not.”

Your husband waved his hand in a dismissing motion, something he always did when he wasn’t having it. Nonetheless, you were stubborn and VERY persistent, “Oh, pleaseee handsome?” You pleaded with that pretty little tone you used whenever you were needy, knowing full well it made him weak. He met your persistence with a scoff.

“Your efforts are futile. I will not comply with such childish endeavors.” The blonde asserted, leaving no room for argument in his tone. You huffed. Pouting while you watched him not even once raise his eyes at you, accompanied by that indifferent expression on his attractive face. He stubbornly remained seated at his desk, looking down at the various paperwork scattered in front of him. However, you refused to give up. He wasn’t the only one who was stubborn in this marriage. Replacing the pout, a scheming smirk was plastered on your lips.

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“This is foolish.” The man muttered in a breathy tone. His arms were pinned on either side of your head. A look of defiance on his handsome mug as his eyes bored into yours. Wesker couldn’t deny the view, your pretty face looking up at him with a cheeky grin. Under him was where he always preferred you, so this couldn’t be so bad, could it? Indeed, it could. You made it like torture for him. He should’ve known his spouse was planning more than just a simple workout.

Albert questioned himself. How could he have allowed himself to get into such a situation? Although he knew exactly why, your pleading and needy little tone always made him so weak that he couldn’t help but cave. However, he’d never admit it, which is how the man found himself over his beloved’s body, arms planted on either side of your head, his usual sunglasses long discarded. So close together, Wesker could feel the heat radiating off your body.

It wasn’t the pushups that tested him. It was that cheeky grin, those little giggles, and the most challenging of all, your soft kisses.

Down, kiss. Up, down, kiss.

Reluctantly, with each little peck from his wife, he couldn’t help but melt a little further. Your cat-eyed husband’s mask of indifference faltered with every meeting of your soft, plush lips to his. The rolled-up sleeves of his black buttoned-up shirt seemed to make you even more pleased since they put his biceps on full display. Your eyes often flickered to the way Albert’s biceps would flex every time he’d come down. You’d meet him with a kiss and a little gentle squeeze to his arms, feeling the hard muscle flex under your fingers.

Albert Wesker couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride over the way you basically felt him up and looked so pleased with him, even though he was desperately exerting every effort to keep himself from just collapsing on you. After all this time of marriage, he still felt his heart flutter at your adoration for him. You sure were affectionate to say the least. Nonetheless, he did relish this wonderful view. Watching you look so pleased below him, you were perfect.

“Pleased, are you ____?” He let out a deep exhale from his lungs as he lowered again, meeting your lips before pushing back up. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, yet he refused to let it show. Don’t get him wrong, he LOVED pleasing you, but he was also abundantly stubborn.

“Oh, very much so, Albert.” You voiced teasingly. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your eyes sparked with an idea that, oh so delighted you. “Say, handsome,” you started, tilting your head just slightly. He raised an eyebrow. He knew you all too well not to recognize the glint in your eyes, already knowing you must have something up your sleeve. “If it’s not too much trouble, won’t you say my name between every push-up? Unless you’re too tired-” You tested his endurance on purpose. You knew full well he had stamina enough to do this easily, but you also knew if you challenged him, he would never deny.

All his complaints flew out the window the moment he heard your request. He wasn’t clueless; he had a good idea of what you really wanted to hear. “Nonsense. If that’ll put an end to these silly requests…fine.” Albert had cut you off, feigning reluctance to your request. He refused to be doubted by the one he wanted to impress, even if he knew you were never doubtful of him.

Up, “___,” down, kiss.

A smirk threatened his lips while he gave in to your silly idea. Each exhale was accompanied by your name, his breathless tone exciting you. He clenched his jaw as he came down, his arms burning with each push.

Up, “___,” down, kiss.

He rasped out your name in a breathy tone, grunting lowly as he pushed back up. The push-ups weren’t the only thing getting increasingly hard. It was both a reward and a punishment getting those soft kisses from you. He wanted nothing more than to just collapse right on top of you and show you real pleasure. Meanwhile, you were happily relishing in feeling his hard flexing muscles, the way he struggled to keep this up, and especially all those enticing sounds leaving his lips.

Albert’s brows furrowed slightly, his cat-like eyes narrowing a bit as his eyes flickered down to the way you bit your lip, the pleased look in your eyes, and the most noticeable to him, your thighs pressed together. A knowing smirk spread across his lips, and he abruptly stopped his movements. Almost pouting as he suddenly stopped, you opened your mouth to question his reason for stopping. However, you were cut off by the man’s lips crashing against yours, giving you no warning as his tongue slipped between your lips. “Hm!” A surprised gasp was muffled by his mouth moving against yours in a rather desperate manner.

His body pressed down. He kept himself up by his right forearm, while his other hand caressed down your body. Wesker’s palm stopped at your abdomen, sliding under your shirt and pressing down lightly. You weren’t complaining in the slightest. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. Yet he still kept the littlest distance between your hips, as if teasing you as you teased him. Your lips struggled to keep up with his, and just as you were losing breath, he finally broke off the kiss. Now you were the breathless one, trying to catch your breath as he already started peppering kisses along your jaw and now attacking that appetizing neck of yours.

He was a patient man, but still, you managed to keep him tempted just by lying there and looking pretty. His tongue wiped over his lips, wetting them before leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed, messy kisses along your neck. You instinctively tilted your head to give him more access to your neck, which made a surge of lust shoot through his already hard cock.

Nipping down and sucking on your skin occasionally as he continued his attack, he was rewarded with pleasurable sounds from you. He’d linger your skin between his teeth just a little longer than necessary to hear your soft whimpers. Then again, he abruptly stopped his motions, pushing himself up to look down at your flushed body more clearly. His hand that lay on your midriff slid down to the hem of your pants, pulling at the waistband and letting it go to make it snap. He smirked at the little wince that you procured.

“Albert-” you started, but were cut off by his hand shoving between your thighs. His fingers found your cunt over your panties. He could feel how soaked you were, and it only made his smirk widen.

“Yes, dear?” Albert mocked as his hand palmed your wetness through your clothing, causing you to gasp. He loved all the sweet noises you made for him. Fuck. It made him THROB. His smirk turned into a wolfish grin as your thighs squeezed around his hand, desperate for more friction. “Tch tch, open up for me. You don’t want me to stop now, do you?” He taunted with a little bite to your jaw before raising his head again to look down at you.

Your legs parted almost immediately, to which he was very pleased. You didn’t want him to stop, anything but that. The blonde man leaned down until his lips ghosted over yours, breaths mingling together as one. His lips brushed against yours, his tongue ran across your bottom lip before delving back into your mouth. You struggled to keep up, yet again, as his kisses grew in intensity, accompanied by the growing intensity of his hand. Albert’s calloused fingers slipped under your soaked panties, sliding over the slick of your vagina.

The kiss quickly became bruising, his tongue swirling around yours while he swallowed those sweet moans you produced. He began with slow, teasing circular motions on your clit, urging you to get dizzy in the ecstasy he provided. It felt as if waves of fire washed over you, heat pooling low in your abdomen as his fingers grew rough and messy in their motions. Your body felt like a spring coiling tightly, aching for release. Your cunt practically was pulsing as he frantically worked on your clitoris. Your moans were muffled by the way his tongue fought for dominance over yours, although you barely put up a fight.

Wesker seemed to be very abrupt tonight since, in just seconds, his hand pulled out from your wet heat, his lips tearing away from yours. Your legs trembled under him, panting, and you whined. That was until he rucked up your shirt, his fingers sliding down to the waistband of your pants and panties, hooking to tug down, discarding them in rough yet swift movements. His knees shifted to rest between your legs, preventing you from moving them, making sure your pretty pussy was on display for him.

He leaned down once again, leaving a hot trail of kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, nipping your soft skin as he went. Wesker’s large hands cupped your bare hips, your shirt hiked up enough to reveal your midriff. Practically crawling down your form, he left messy touches of his lips and teeth on your ribs, stomach, hips, and on your vagina, teasingly above your arousal. You whined needily, causing his famous smirk to return.

“So impatient, my sweet.” Your husband cooed as he positioned himself between your legs, so his face was at your throbbing need. His large arms slid down your body to grip your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders. Your head raised, half-lidded eyes full of lust yet love, as you gazed at the man between your legs. Wesker palmed your thighs, kneading them like a cat making biscuits. He wanted nothing more than to shove his nose against your flushed clitoris and soak up your weeping cunt with his tongue, but teasing his beloved was too satisfying to pass on.

The man began to pepper soft, tender kisses on your inner thighs. Occasionally playing with your skin between his teeth just to hear your desperate whines. His tongue glided across your plush skin, nearing so close to where you desired.

“Please, oh, Albert!” You begged, back arching from his touches. Albert Wesker wasn’t an easy man, but for you? Oh, he was an easy lover. Your legs on his broad shoulders made it so your pretty pussy was on display just for him. Lusciously, his tongue tasted along your weeping cunt, halting at your button, emitting a gasp from you. The tip of his tongue rounded your nub, massaging around the fleshy, wine colored arousal.

You hummed, biting your lip as your hand reached down, raking through Wesker’s hair before tangling your fingers in his soft locks. His usual slicked-back hair was now messy from your grip. Wesker flicked his tongue hungrily at your slick before delving his tongue into your hole, which was swollen from arousal. Your brain short-circuits, letting out a strangled gasp as his tongue languidly caresses your walls. Your head struggled to stay up, but fuck, the sight of him between your legs, mouth latched onto your cunt as he practically devours you was enough to make you see stars.

He withdrew from your hole, catching his breath for a moment while he swallowed your slick that lay on his tongue. You almost whined, that was until his nose nuzzled against your clit, making your hips rut involuntarily on him. Wesker seemed pleased at your eagerness, a low hum leaving him. His deep voice vibrated against your pulsing heat. Not a moment too late, his fingers began to tease your entrance. The tips of those rough, big hands caressing your lips.

Up, down, up, down.

He didn’t waste anytime. Playing with your juices before inserting two large digits into your hungry need. “Fuck-!” You whimpered as he thrusted deep inside, curling his fingers to reach that sweet spot.

“Don’t stop, oh, mm’so good baby!” You cried out as he picked up the pace, slipping in another digit accompanied by his tongue flicking on your sensitive button. “mmph- Albert! Yes, just like that, oh!” His view was no shorter than seeing heaven. The sound of your pleasured moans seeps into his ears like the most gorgeous melody. Your fingers tugging at his scalp as you fall apart from his ministrations.

His tongue lapped your sweet juices, starting to make certain shapes with the tip. If you weren’t seeing stars, blinded by the pleasure, you would’ve realized just what he seemed to be shaping sooner. His tongue made a crooked line from the left of your pussy to the top, reaching your clit; then sliding down, making another crooked line to the right of your vagina. Albert’s tongue retracted, only to flick again between those two crooked lines, making a horizontal line in the middle.

A. Two lines this time, L. Another three lines, B. Four, E. Three, R. Two, T.

“Oh fuck, oh, God yes!” You choked out. It didn’t stop there, no, of course not. He wanted- no, needed you to understand that he, Albert Wesker, was the only one who could make you burn with satisfaction.

W. E. S. K. E. R.

“F-Fuck-! mm’Albert!” You sobbed as shockwaves rippled through your body. Your hand pulled at his soft, blonde locks roughly, causing him to groan against you. The vibration of his deep growl shattering any hold you held on to repressing your orgasm. The grip in his hair went limp as your body trembled, vision spotty as you struggled to regain control over yourself. His fingers didn’t slow until your body tensed before going still, sliding the digits out, his eyes remained on yours. Your head long fallen back as you panted, unable to keep your eyes open while you faced the aftershocks of the pleasure he provided.

“Look at me,” he demanded, yet not in such a harsh tone. Your lids fluttered open, half lidded as they looked up at him, who was now sitting up on his knee between your legs. His fingers, coated in your release, slid into his mouth, which he sucked gently, tasting you off of him. You hadn’t even noticed he removed your legs from his shoulders; they lay on either side of him. You deeply exhaled as he crawled back up your body, peppering affectionate kisses over your limp body.

“Mm’love you, my sweet.” He purred, his breath ghosting over your ear. His large biceps flexed as he pushed off the ground, moving to stand up, then lean back down to scoop you into his strong arms.

info : James Sunder x reader, fluff + smut

a/n; shhh this wasn’t proofread.. i didn’t even want to write for james, but the jinns made me cave.. yes i wrote this instead of my college essays #whogaf anyway ignore this if you know me PLEASE (yes i skipped half the build up LEAVE ME ALONE.) also you should totally listen to “beneath the null moon” from the sh2 soundtrack when reading cus that’s how i wrote it :3

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A white, plush pillow carried your soft locks—all while your chest cradled another. Slow, steady breaths almost in perfect sync. His rough hands intertwined with your supple ones, calloused fingers dancing with smooth ones. Presumably untouched by time. Unbeknownst to the hell which flows through the man’s very mind, you were his personal heaven. You, in James’ possession, as if heaven could be cradled by the hands of a sinner.

They say when two individuals are adhered together in an embrace, their hearts are closest together. Whether James felt deserving of it or not, he yearned for nothing more than to be engulfed in you; in your heart—your tranquility.

The night sky shrouded them with illumination; and beneath the null moon they lay in complete serenity. A rare moment for James. The man never imagined his path would guide him to you; that it might lead James to a newfound peace he didn’t trust existed.

The bedroom was midsized. Barely any decor adorned the walls apart from the ikea paintings along with cheap mirrors—the room lacked the 5star hotel esque. However, the two could care less. After all they were there for each other, not meaningless views.

This wasn’t the first time James had ended up tangled in sheets with you, only after just a few kisses at that. You knew all too well that he was easy to please. A few caresses, a teasing rub and he was mumbling pleas into your neck. He didn’t like to show it, but he was definitely needy when it came to sex. He’d practically be begging for more mere seconds after finishing a round.You wouldn’t lie and say it bothered you, in truth you loved it. You loved his messy, desperate thrusts followed by his string of affectionate words he’d repeat over and over again.

Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize James had lifted his head from your chest. His green orbs gazed tiredly, but longingly into your eyes. Almost as if he, himself, was lost in you. “What's the matter?” you questioned in a gentle tone, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“It’s… nothing.” He was so soft spoken it soothed you, though it was quite easy to tell when something was the matter. Whenever he yearned for something, he had that look in his eyes. In all honesty, he looked like a sad little lost puppy which only made you want to attack him with a million kisses. Yet before you could speak again, he shifted his body, pressing closer against you. His face buried into your neck and with a soft groan he gently rolled his hips forward, causing you to involuntarily gasp. James’s hand slowly began trailing down your side, stopping at your hip as he calmed his fingers. Now tracing slow, gentle patterns on your skin.

Sunderland had been acting like this all day; following you around like a lost puppy, remaining glued to your side, staring at you a bit too long, and even those hesitant yet prolonged touches.You knew what he wanted, but teasing him till he was practically in tears for it? Now that sounded tempting.

Finally, you broke the silence that fell upon them, “James?” You bit back a teasing grin, knowing if he unshielded his eyes he’d see that smirk of yours he knew all too well. However, to your surprise, the man never raised his head. Instead he simply “hmm,” in response, clearly too timid to ask you for anything. He’d be too nervous to ask you to help him get off, regardless of the countless times you did indeed, get him off.

It only fueled a desire in you, seeing his shyness. The fact that he chose to stay hidden in you gave you the chance to tease him— mess with him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Your sneaky fingers ran over James, sliding across the smooth of his back as your fingers threatened to go lower.

You could feel him. The tent poking at your inner thigh, he wished you hadn’t noticed but it was hardly unnoticeable. “You seem tense James,” he could hear your smirk through the tease. James suspected you by now. You weren’t slick, no not one bit. You stifled a giggle. Though, the amusement was obviously laced in each word you spoke, “Need some help, handsome? Y’know, something to really release that tension.” He audibly sighed. He knew what you were up to… but he’d be lying if deep down he wasn’t eager. Even if you do purposefully push him to his limits.

Sunderland nodded. His head remained buried in your neck so your smooth, soft skin was scratched by his rough stubble. The scratchiness of his stubble felt satisfying to you, you loved when he nuzzled against you.

Your hand sneaked down his body, and with a gentle touch you cupped his crotch. With a soft groan and much hesitance, he pushed against your hand— desperate for friction. Goodness, he was so touch deprived. Every little caress, rub and touch he relished in. You hummed, “So responsive hm?” He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip in anticipation, willfully submitting to your touch. Pleased, your fingers brushed against his boxers, before you firmly pressed your palm against James’ groin. His breath hitched as he seeked more friction, rolling his hips against your palm for a second time.

Each movement, each touch, was followed by his soft moans and sharp breaths. “Y/n,” he whined, “Please…” James pressed closer, inhaling your scent as he mindlessly planted gentle kisses along your neck. You bit back a moan before answering, “Please?” Another tease, “Please what hm? Use your words baby.” Your words are almost cruel, yet so soft-spoken. You knew EXACTLY what he wanted, nonetheless you wouldn’t let him have it that easy.

Sunderland almost pouted, “Touch me… please.” He pleaded, desperate- no, hungry for your touch. Your fingers slid from over his boxers and slipped under them. You curled your fingers around his member, holding the shaft in the palm of your hand. He breathed sharply, then let out a deep groan as you began to stroke him painfully slow. A tease indeed. “Like this?” you cooed, eyebrows stitched together in mock sympathy. Desperate, he whined, thrusting into your hand.

You bit your lip. Give in? It sounded quite tempting at the moment, but teasing him further… no. Maybe he deserved a little treat, after all he did say please.

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“Y/n..” He whimpered. Oh how you loved when he was like this, James always looked so pretty. The way he couldn’t say anything. Nothing but endless whines and whimpers, you relished in it. Dare say he was prettiest like this, so vulnerable.

Your lips were in an ‘o’ shape as endless moans and whines of pleasure left them, “mmph- you’re doing ngh- so good baby.” You praised him between moans as he messily thrusted into your dripping cunt. His hips moving at a quick pace. He was a mess. Each praise of yours only drove him deeper. His face buried in your shoulder, one hand remaining on your left hip, the other gripped tightly at the sheets to keep him up, keep him grounded. His movements felt fucking pornographic, the way he didn’t stop nor slow down once, he just kept pounding.

His mind was clouded, all he could do was press into you as deep as he was able. Fuck, his senses were overloaded. James felt your body, back arched, pressing closer against him. Your arms around him as your fingers tangled into the messy strands of his dirty blonde hair. One of your free hands slowly moved to his cheek, a gentle caress to which he opened his eyes. James’ half lidded green eyes silently pleaded to you.

“hngh- fuck,” he practically cried, closing his half lidded eyes from the pleasure you gave him. He mumbled a string of affectionate words into your neck as he planted kisses all along your shoulder and neck. Breath warm against your skin; he let out heavy breaths, panting as he tried to prolong this high.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, trapping him closer inside you. The bed shook under the two of you. The faster he went the louder he got. His face burned with embarrassment, yet he showed no signs of quieting down. His face seemed so innocent, yet he was the one ramming into you desperately.

“J-James-!!” You felt yourself coming undone, after all he didn’t give any breaks. Though he’d submit to you always, he often got carried away, stuck chasing his own release, and yours. Your slick warmed around his cock as he shot his own hot heaps of cum in your cunt, filling you up.

He panted as he rode out the orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, he’d feel accomplished. His thrusts slowed down, rolling steadily against you, his length sliding in and out steadily. Hearing your little noises of pleasure gave him all the validation he needed.

You were spent. Breathing heavily below him, hair messily splayed on the pillow cradling your head. Your legs trembling from the pleasure you just experienced, fingers loosening their grip on his hair, now tousled.

He pulled out, causing you to whine. And just like that he collapsed onto you, breathing heavily as he attempted to catch his breath. Your arms closed around him, bringing James into a comfortable embrace, peppering his cheeks with kisses, making him give you a pleased hum.

For all he knew this could be another hallucination, another lie to keep himself sane. But more than anything, it felt real—you felt real. You made James happy. So maybe he was selfish. Nonetheless he’d remain in your embrace, beneath the null moon, in complete serenity.

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kazuhira miller x reader

summary: Kazuhira Miller, your lover, comforts you on your period..

fluff

a/n: started my period today so ofc i’m writing something to make me feel better … anyway eid mubarak !!

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A weary, stressed sigh escaped his lips as he tapped his pen anxiously to his desk. It was almost 4:00 pm and still no sign of you around Motherbase. The sounds of the soldier’s shoes hitting the ground mixed with the sound of waves crashing filled the office. The blonde had been anxiously awaiting you to exit your quarters; he knew you weren’t feeling well, which is why you took the day off from missions, but it wasn’t like you to stay in for so long, even if you were sick.

This only heightened his worry; all he could think about was if you needed help, you were the only thing on his mind. He acknowledged you were probably- no, most definitely in a bad mood, being as you weren’t feeling well and were cooped up in your room all day. He could only think of one thing to try and help you, something he was good at. So Kazuhira, being the man he is, got up and did what he did best, for you, the woman of his dreams, the one he could never let go of.

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You groaned. You were curled up in bed with an arm holding your stomach, hoping for the pain to subside. Today was SHIT, at least for you.

Waking up as you usually did next to Kazuhira, a smile on your lips as you peppered kisses all over him, which caused him to stir. The morning was beautiful. Doing Kaz’s tie, buttoning up his shirt, and putting on his cute aviators. Oh, you so loved dressing him in the mornings. You knew he would never admit to needing help, but you helped anyway. You were showering him with kisses as you both got ready for the day.

As soon as Kazuhira was dressed and off to his office, yet another day of guiding Snake and you through your missions. Well, that’s what you assumed, but as you finished getting ready, a sharp pang went through your lower abdomen, causing you to hunch over and hold your stomach in pain. Lo and behold, the moment you go to the bathroom, it’s a bloody mess. Your period started, and now the day was automatically ruined.

You had shot Kazuhira a few simple words through comms, saying you wouldn’t be able to make the missions today. He heard in your voice the evident discomfort. He asked if he should return, but you quickly replied with a no before disconnecting from comms.

Now it was around 4:30 pm. You were curled up in bed, arms pressed tightly against your abdomen as your eyes were shut, hoping for the cramps to come to an end. The cramps were genuinely overwhelming, you felt like crap and that’s when you heard a knock, to which you groaned. You wanted to be left alone, not in any mood to speak or interact with anyone.

“What?” you grumbled.

“Sorry…y/n it’s me.” The familiar voice spoke, of course you recognized it immediately. It was the voice that soothed you, the only voice that soothed you.

You groaned sitting up in bed, shifting to plant your feet on the floor to go towards the door, but suddenly you became aware of your state. You didn’t want him to see you like this, all curled up in pain, weak. You felt pathetic and probably looked it, too, with your messy hair and tired appearance.

“shit.” You cursed under your breath.

“I can come another time. I didn’t mean to bother you,” he spoke again, almost a sheepish tone.

You didn’t want him to see you in this state, but you were tired and in pain, and all you wanted was him.

“No!” you suddenly called out, “I’m.. I'm coming, kaz.” Your tone became softer as you stood up, making your way to the door of your shared quarters with slow steps, finally opening it.

His eyes met yours, though aviators covered them; you could tell he was worried. The slight change in his body language confirmed it, the way he slightly tensed up when noticing your weariness.

“Kazuhira …” you breathed, you were exhausted. Your weariness was not lost on him. Even if these days he had a harder time showing a soft, vulnerable side, he’d still try for you.

Suddenly, he held up a box, a tiny one like one you’d hold food in. “I know you’re not feeling well…I made you something.” He spoke, his tone becoming softer, as an attempt at comfort. You sighed, your lips curling into a small smile. Anything he did cheered you up, actually, he didn’t even have to do anything, and you’d still feel alright.

The tired smile was plastered on your lips as your gaze stayed on him. The way he looked holding up the box, his almost sheepish expression as if he was attempting to keep his tough look but caving in your presence, it was all too cute, your heart felt like it could burst.

You opened the door wider, indicating you wanted him to come in. “Stay with me for a while?” Your question caught him a bit off guard; he was frozen for a moment but quickly recovered, nodding and leaning on his walker as he made his way into your shared room. He held the box in his one hand and stopped in the middle of the room, his eyes still on you.

Even after all this time of being lovers, he still got flustered around you; the effect you had on him could never die. You shut and locked the door, facing towards him and motioning to the box. “So you made something?” you asked, though you could tell what it was; the smell and box told you enough. He nodded and held it out to you, “Didn’t know if you ate yet…since you’ve been in here all day.” He expressed, his voice not demeaning but worried.

You took it from him. Your fingers gently grazed his calloused ones as you did. You opened the box to see one of his famous burgers, your smile widened slightly, a warm smile. “Thank you, Kaz, you’re so sweet..” your affectionate voice spoke as you moved to sit on the bed, motioning for him to come sit next to you. The blonde’s cheeks tinted with pink the moment you called him sweet, he looked down to hide it as he went over to the bed. Setting his walker to lean against the wall, he sat on your shared bed next to you, and when he did, you leaned your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes and sighing.

“Y/n, are you feeling alright?” his worrisome tone questioned you. “…It’s just my period; it hurts,” you complained, shifting closer to him, “but I do feel better with you here.” Your lips curled into a small smile when you spoke, glancing up at him before resting your head back on his shoulder. He leaned closer to you, his good arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer.

There was a moment of comfortable silence; you almost forgot about your cramps before the ache of your stomach reminded you. A low groan left you and the man moved his arm sliding it between the two of you so he could grab the burger box, opening it and holding it in his hand.

“Here, open up,” he instructed, as he lifted the burger to your lips. Surprised but pleased you opened your mouth, letting him feed you.

You took a bite, savoring it in your mouth as you chewed. He always was such an amazing cook, but this time it was especially tasty. The moment was so sweet, he fed you a burger he carefully cooked for you, one he hoped would make you feel better. Knowing how much care he had for you, your heart fluttered. How perfect could this man be??

He fed you until the burger finished, occasionally wiping your lips or chin with his thumb. He reached over to place the empty box on your bedside table, handing you a glass of water to wash the food down. The cool water soothed your throat and the heat you felt from your period. You handed the water back to him so he could put it back, which he did. He always listened to you; for someone so tough and commanding, he was utterly devoted to you.

Your cramps still hurt like hell, and oh, he could see the discomfort in your expression. “Did you need anything? I could call someone to get-” you cut him off, “you kaz… just you please.” Of course, he went silent. He had expected you to ask for some pain medication, but you asked for … him?

The previous light tint on his cheeks had darkened. God, you were so cute to him, the way you only wanted him made his heart skip a beat. He would give you anything you wanted, knowing you only wanted him made his mind and heart go wild, he truly loved you more than anything.

He pulled off his aviators and placed them to the side, moving down so he was lying on the bed. His arm wrapped around you once again, pulling you closer, practically on him. You wrapped your arms around him and tangled your legs with his, fully cuddling him. You were positioned as if you were using him as a big teddy bear.

He placed soft kisses on your temple, his hand leaving warm, soothing caresses on your back. You could swear his presence alone helped the pain go away, but this? These soft, affectionate touches and kisses soothed you more than anything. They soothed your body but also your soul. You felt at peace, this man was your peace.

He had always assumed he was such an angry broken man, as if his name meaning peace didn’t fit him, but you wholeheartedly believed the exact opposite.

“Thank you, Kaz.” You mumbled, burying your face into his chest. A small smile formed on his lips as he peppered you with kisses, “I’m with you always.” his soft tone affirmed between kisses. “I love you handsome,” you mumbled against his chest, a kiss of your own to his chest.

His lips curled into a wider smile, “I love you too Y/n.” He continued his assault of kisses on you, his eyes never leaving you, gazing upon you as if you were the most beautiful and precious being to ever grace the earth. This side of him only you saw, the vulnerable and affectionate side he kept oh so hidden.

Soft breaths, a warm comfortable embrace, affectionate touches, his lips planting kisses all over you, the love you two shared was always unmatched. The flame burning forevermore brightly, as the comfortable silence engulfed the two of you.

The world around you faded. To him you were all that mattered and to you he was all that mattered. Who knew two broken souls could intertwine as one, becoming whole, despite the flaws. A never ending love.

Kazuhira Miller x reader

fluff/angst/smut

summary:

Kazuhira miller has a nightmare and seeks your comfort ...

a/n:

this came to me in a dream ... literally. like i woke up at 2 am and started jotting this down in bullet points... tweets on my priv went crazy. me when im a lesbian writing for men i deem women in my head.

also not proofread properly because i got lazy.

last thing, I haven't played all the games so forgive me for any mistakes…

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The cool wind hit your freshly dried skin, giving you goosebumps as you stepped outside your bathroom. Water droplets fell from your hair, dripping down your skin to the floor. You had just wrapped a towel around your body after getting out of the shower.

You sighed softly as you recalled the memories of earlier today, the smell of blood and sound of gunshots plastered in your mind. One of Diamond Dogs' best soldiers, the title sounded nice yet the missions were anything but.

You were exhausted. Just washing the blood and grime off your body and hair, you now move to sit on your bed. It wasn’t exactly large, but it was good enough for you. The towel is secure around you as your sheets could be felt below you. You felt the want to relax for a while before getting up and rummaging through your closet for clothes to rest in.

The mission had exhausted you. Your arms burned from the exhaustion when you had massaged shampoo into your hair earlier. Reaching over you picked up your water bottle, drinking almost half of it. Letting out a sigh, you let yourself lay back, wet hair falling onto the blanket.

The moment you let your eyes shut, not to sleep but to finally calm yourself, a knock could be heard at your door. An irritated sigh left you and you opened your eyes. Eyes shooting to the door, who the actual FUCK is here this late… You thought. Your feet touched the floor when you reluctantly stood up, but you didn’t walk towards the door yet.

“Who is it?” You called out, annoyance clear in your tone.

It seemed the voice recognized the annoyance since the next words felt apologetic, “Y/n, it’s me.” The familiar voice spoke through the door. You suddenly perked up, starting towards the door without hesitation. Unlocking it quickly, you turned the knob opening the door, not fully, just enough for him to see your face and half your body.

You’re met with his unkempt look. A few strands of his blonde hair had fallen to his front, a green half-sleeved shirt, and slightly glossy skin. His eyes were covered by the aviators he always wore. He must’ve just abruptly woken up, a nightmare maybe…? Your eyes stricken with concern at the sight, now noticing he was fully leaning on his side to the doorway…without his walker?

When you opened your mouth to speak, address your concern, he beat you to it. “Sorry-…” he started, his aviators stared down at you, his eyes unseen yet you could tell they were pleading to you. “Can I stay the night?” The request caught you off-guard, but it was more so the almost pleading tone of his that surprised you. Still, you opened the door wider for him, allowing him entry in a heartbeat. With slight hesitation but relief he walks in, limping as he holds onto the wall for support.

The walker was absent, of course, you had noticed this when he was leaning against your door frame. You rushed to his side, supporting his weight as you wrapped an arm around him, guiding him to the bed and sitting him down. You now stood in front of him as he gazed up at you, he couldn’t help but rake his eyes over your figure, almost shamelessly drinking in your body as you stood wrapped in nothing but a towel.

“Kaz…” you started softly, your voice concerned. “What Happened? Are you Alright?” Your gaze on him is full of worry for him as you await a response. His eyes locked with yours once again, even though hidden behind the glasses you could tell. His brows were furrowed slightly, but not in an angry expression, more pained, sad even.

“It’s the same thing…every. Single. night.” He answered, a quiver in his voice, this only heightened your concern. His head lowered slightly, you could tell he was looking down. You were about to ask him to evaluate, but he continued after a little pause. “I see them all the time…I feel it every night, every moment. I can feel it in my leg, my arm, even my fingers-“ He stopped himself for a moment before continuing, “I can feel all I've lost… and it won’t stop hurting. It’s like they’re all still there…” He paused again, but this time it was so he could look up at you. “Y/n…but you’re still here, aren’t you?” Even if you couldn’t exactly see his eyes, you could tell they were hoping, begging for you to reassure him.

You were his home, his comfort, could you not see that? He wasn’t the type to admit it…but you truly were the only one he felt okay with. The one he was deathly afraid of losing. When he was with you it was as if his worries never existed, his losses forgotten. The only thing remaining was what he had, you.

A small, reassuring smile crept onto your face as your hand came up to cup his cheek. “I’m here, always. No matter what happens…” your comforting tone had practically done the job of making him tranquil again, it was the hand you held to his cheek that sent a chill down his spine. You made him feel whole, those simple words from you, the touch you graced him with, it all made him instantly serene.

He hovered his hand over yours before carefully placing it on your hand. He leaned into your touch, muttering a ‘thank you’ under his breath. You felt his breath on your hand and just as you were about to speak again, hopefully to offer him some more comfort, he placed a small, chaste kiss on your palm. Clearly not expecting that, your words seemed to have been lost upon you.

When you made no effort to move away from his touch, he took it as an opportunity to proceed, pressing soft kisses down your wrist. His hand gently moved down your arm as he planted kisses all over it, pulling you closer and closer. The security of your towel was wavering, but you didn’t care. Actually, you were enjoying this a little too much, your cheeks reddened and you had slow hesitant breaths every time he placed his lips on you. Unable to speak, you only moved closer, allowing yourself to be pulled by him. Soon enough his arm reached to wrap around you, almost making you fall on him. You used him as support, hands resting on his shoulders. You swear you felt the towel loosen, but you were too distracted by him to care.

You were between his legs, hands on his shoulders, his arm around you. His eyes were on you yet covered by his aviators, so you took this chance to remove them. Your hand coming up to his face to grab his glasses, gently pulling them off and setting them to your bedside table. Your breath hitched seeing his white eyes fixed on you, his expression something you’d never seen before, like pathetic… in a good way…?

His lips curved slightly into a small smirk, your heart skipped a beat seeing the sight of him like this. All you wanted to do was give him what he deserved, give him everything, seeing him look up at you like you were the most beautiful, precious thing he’d ever seen… it did something to you. The moment was silent, yet your eyes spoke the most as they stared so lovingly into his. You could swear he was about to say something, but before he could your lips crashed onto his, he let out a little surprised noise but very quickly reciprocated the kiss. Your hands moved to the sides of his neck as he deepened the kiss, the way his arm tugged you closer, you just knew your towel would slip off.

You slowly pulled your lips away from his, breaking the contact, you could still feel the lingering kiss when you did. “Kaz…” Your voice uttered his nickname ever so lovingly, a hint of desire could be heard just in that simple “kaz”. It made a chill go down his spine, the nickname he’s heard a million times sounding as if he was hearing it for the first time, like it was different coming from you. He nodded, “Y/n…” answering with your name, his voice slightly breathless from the kissing. A soft smile was on your lips and you moved your hands to his chest, gently pushing as if to give him the signal to back up on the bed.

His smirk widened slightly and he slowly but surely managed to back up onto the bed after he kicked off the shoes he was wearing. He shifted so he was against your headboard, not lying down fully just yet. He didn’t take his eyes off you, he couldn’t. He wanted to pull you on top of him and tear off your towel, but he held back since you seemed to have read his mind already. It was painful how slow you moved, your fingers grabbing the piece of the towel that held it all up. He could feel his pants get even more restricting as he watched you practically strip-tease him, a hint of a smirk on your lips as you did.

He groaned, “Come here.” He almost sounded like he was commanding you, but it was so cute that you couldn’t help inch closer. Crawling onto the bed, now in front of him. “What? Can’t handle a bit of teasing?” You teased, slightly surprised with yourself when the words left you. Hearing your remark, his smirk grew wider, and of course he pulled you by your arm, it was fast, you landed onto his chest. This movement completely undid your towel, he didn’t waste time, letting go of you to yank your towel off and throw it off to the floor, causing your breath to hitch. Your face was completely red. “Oh you don’t even know teasing…” The blonde mocked you, but with no real rudeness behind it.

His lips quickly found yours yet again, locking them in a more intimate kiss. Your hands supported you, holding you up by resting on his chest. His hand hovered over your hip before moving up to your chest, gently cupped one of your breasts. You let out a pleased moan into the kiss as he squeezed and teased your nipple with his fingers, causing you to let out a slightly surprised noise into the kiss. His tongue grazed your lip seeking entrance in your mouth, you allowed him entrance without second thought. Your tongues danced with each other, he practically devoured you with the way his tongue fought for dominance over yours, quickly winning.

You managed to straddle him as you kissed him rather passionately, both your tongues intertwined as soft sweet moans escaped you, going straight to his already hard crotch. He parted with your lips allowing both of you to catch your breath, but before you could react, his lips latched onto your breast, the other one still being fondled with his hand. You bit your lips as he did, suppressing the gasp that threatened to escape. When he noticed you trying to hold back noises he squeezed your tit slightly hard, but careful, which caused you to gasp.

Each noise you made was so sweet to him, oh he so wanted to make you scream. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding on his clothed crotch, desperate for any type of friction, contact you could find. He nipped at your tit when you did so, causing you to get goosebumps. Your hands fumbled with his belt, you were probably soaked with how turned on you were right now. Your desperation was not lost on him since not soon after he lifted his mouth from your chest and helped you remove his belt. Before you could pry off his pants, you reached to pull off his shirt, which he assisted you with, he was just as desperate as you. His gaze was hungry as he watched you toss his shirt.

The only sounds filling the room were pants coming from both of you, the pop of his jeans buttons and unzipping of his jeans as you pried them off. He didn’t even try to stop you, as much as he loved teasing, he too was getting impatient. The only thing covering him was his boxers, you hooked your fingers at his waistband ready to pull them off, but his hand caught your wrist in a swift movement. “No.” That simple word sent shivers down your spine yet also made you even more needy. You were on the verge of begging before he let go of your wrist and moved his hand to hover over your folds, teasing you just a little bit before his finger felt your clit.

He ran his fingers across your folds feeling your wetness, “All this for me?” He smirked, a teasing look as he watched your mouth fall agape. You moaned, “P-please” you begged him, needing to feel him inside you desperately. Your begging did it for him, he immediately plunged one of his fingers into you, relishing in the feeling of you around him. He took the chance with this one finger to stretch you a bit before adding another digit, watching your face morph into one of pleasure. He felt a sense of pride knowing he had you falling apart on him.

He did painfully slow thrusts with his fingers, his thumb coming to rub over your clit. The smug grin on his face told you all you needed, he was enjoying how you were practicing whining and begging him to give you the release you so desperately wanted, no, needed. When you thought he’d finally listen, he suddenly slipped his fingers out of you. “K-Kaz!” you whined, missing the feeling of him in you. He just kept his eyes locked with yours watching your almost pouting expression as he chuckled, bringing his two digits to his own mouth and sucking them. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him lick you off his fingers like you were a five-star meal.

You bit your lip at the sight, your fingers taking their chance and hooking at his boxers again, wanting to pull them off. He gave you an all clear by lifting his hips a bit for you to pull them off. You had to lift yourself off of him for a second as you wasted no time in discarding his briefs. Fuck…was he hard. His cock leaking as it practically begged to be touched. You cupped his cock, it twitched in your hands as you started with slow strokes just to tease him a bit, and oh did that work.

His head fell back to the headboard, mouth going slightly agape as a sound of pleasure was heard from him. After a few slow strokes, you stopped and held his member in place. His eyes remained on you as you positioned yourself over his throbbing cock, his hand coming to rest on your hip as you slowly lowered yourself on him. Your mouth went agape as you inserted his tip, then further added more digits. Your hands moved to his shoulders to grip tightly as you sat completely down, his cock now fully in you, twitched. Your eyes fluttered shut as you attempted to get used to the feeling of him deep inside you.

You stayed like this for a few, getting both of you to adjust. An almost unheard whimper came from him the moment you started to move again, mixing with the sound of your moans that came flooding in. You couldn’t hold back any of them and oh did he love it. You moved slowly at first, up and down, until he started to offer assistance. His hips slowly thrust upwards as you came down, causing you to moan. He probably thrusted slowly a max of three times before he couldn’t help himself anymore and thrust harder up in you.

Lewd sounds filled the room, skin slapping against each other, loud moans coming from you that were unable to hold back. Your grip on his shoulders was unwavering, you held him like he was your lifeline. Deep, low moans could be heard from him ever so often, mostly grunts, but that only heightened the pleasure you felt. His hand grabbed the back of your neck, some of his fingers getting tangled in your hair as he looked up into your eyes wanting to see just how much you were falling apart on his cock.

The feeling of your tight walls around his throbbing part was making his mind clouded as he mindlessly thrust up into you. “Y/n fuck-” He panted, “Fuck you feel so good” He panted as he couldn’t help but pick up his pace. You could just feel yourself reaching your peak from his hard, deep, fast thrusts, moans spilling from you uncontrollably.

He suddenly started to slow down, which caused you to whimper, “P-Please please…don-” you pleaded and whimpered but were cut off, “I love you.” He breathlessly moaned out as he slowly thrust hard into you, with your clouded mind it took a moment to register his words, but when you did, “I…” you bit your lip to hold back a moan when he thrusted in deeper this time, “I love you too..” you managed to get out, and when you did he plunged harder, making you moan out louder than before.

It was so intimate and raw the way he confessed to you, but not soon after, he started pounding into you faster than before. “K-Kaz-!” you moaned out, “I’m so close! please!” hearing your moans and endless cries of pleasure, his grip on the back of your head got tighter just for a second before he shifted his hand to cup your neck. Pressing firmly on your neck, not hard, but enough. Choking you as you bounced on his cock, deep grunts and moans leaving him as the scene unfolded.

Not soon after, your walls tightened around him, your legs shaking as your climax came, your moans of his name driving him crazy, you were a mess and it was all because of him. Your cum painting his cock which was all he needed, with a hard thrust into you causing an almost screaming moan from you, he spilled cum inside of you. The warm liquids filling you, his grip on your neck getting harder. His chest heaved as he panted from the pleasure, riding out both of your orgasms as he slowly loosened his grip on your neck.

His cock still inside you, you slowly lifted your hips to remove him. Once he wasn’t inside of you any longer, you collapsed on him, his arm coming to wrap around you, holding you against him. Both of you panted, out of breath and basking in the pleasure still fresh in your minds. A quiet whimper left you as you moved your arms to wrap around him, he shifted his body so he could lie down and you could do the same on top of him, as his arm held your waist.

“Tired?” He asked in such a teasing way with that smug smirk of his, you oh so loved. You chuckled softly from his tease and pecked his cheek. Your hand coming to cup his cheek, placing a kiss on his lips before resting your hand on his chest. It was sweet, the way the two of you cuddled like this. Sharing each other's embrace, warmth, the world around you was quiet and far away.

The comfortable silence fell upon the two of you for quite a bit before the man spoke, “Y/n…why me?” he questioned, his voice sounding hesitant. “hm?…what do you mean kaz?” Your soft affectionate tone made him feel all warm inside, he started again, “you could’ve been with anyone else, yet you’re here with me…why?” The question caught you off guard.

He thought you deserved someone else, someone better than him, but here you are in his arms. He was self-conscious, his lack of an arm, short temper, and changed ways… he saw himself almost pitiful. Yet you? You saw him differently, like the most handsome, perfect man you ever laid your eyes upon.

In mild disbelief you tilted your head up and cupped his face with one of your hands, “Why would I ever want to be with anyone else…I wouldn’t even dream of it. I love you Kaz, and you only.” Your loving words made his heart swell with love for you, he almost felt deserving. You brought back the happiness in him, he feared was unreachable.

“I love you too, y/n” He leaned in, kissing you softly. Pulling away he locked eyes with you, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen…A soft smile on his lips before he started his assault, showering you with endless kisses causing you to giggle.

“Kaz!” The sound of your laughter mixed with his filled the room as you both relished in the feel of each other.

Joshua Rosfield x reader

a/n: chat forgive me, this one took so long. I was actually forcing myself to finish this. ANYWAY I hope you enjoy, and as always I did NOT proofread this. Also I apologize if some parts seemed rushed, I was getting tired of writing this. Apologies for ending this so abruptly I could not handle writing it anymore. I MAY make a part two, only if anyone wants. I fear this isn’t my best work…

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“Come on, atleast let me try it out eh?”

Gav’s voice pestered you, asking the same questions over and over again.

A scoff left your mouth, “Alright Alright! I get it…

This is so stupid.

do as you please Gav.”

I mean…there was no harm in it…right?

As much as you were sure Joshua held no romantic feelings for you, you were quite curious how he would react. Gav gave a silent cheer, as if applauding himself to finally winning this back and forth.

“right then, i’ll get on it. I’m telling you, this will work.”

Gav gave a wink before he hurried off, quite excited…too excited.

—

The scout made his way to the shelfs, assuming that was where Joshua would be. The phoenix seemed to spend most of his time there, other than the infirmary. Right he was, he immediately spotted Joshua with his head in a book.

With confident yet mischievous, strides he got in front of Joshua.

“eh em…

Gav cleared his throat, getting the attention of the focused man.

…Just the man I was looking for!”

Gav smiled wide, earning him a soft yet curious smile from the younger rosfield ahead of him.

“May I ask why?”

Joshua’s voice as polite as ever. The soft spoken man slowly shut the book, setting it off to the side. His blue eyes gaining full attention of the green ones ahead of him. This question made Gav smile even wider, gosh was he excited.

“Well you see, I was just wondering how do you go about confessing to someone?”

Joshua was quite surprised by this, not expecting anyone to come to him for this. He was always used to the more intellectual, history questions, not ones of feelings.

“Confessing? hm..I suppose it is best to just tell them your feelings, though it is easier said than done…”

Joshua looked away just slightly as he spoke his last statement. Gav, who was already intensely watching every reaction, picked up on this immediately.

“Easier said than done eh? I feel that brother.”

the blonde let out a chuckle, almost forgetting his actual goal.

“right then, the lady I intend on confessing to is none other than lady ____…so I reckon it’d be a bit more difficult.”

The green eyed man spoke, as he mentioned your name he eyed Joshua for any subtle reaction, and oh did he get it.

Joshua suddenly, yet subtlety tensed up.

“Lady ____…you say?”

Joshua looked away, but just for a moment. He asked as though he didn’t hear Gav correctly.

“That’s right…now how do you suggest I go about that?”

The kind hearted man held his polite smile, but it was threatening to falter.

“Apologies, but I don’t think i’m the right person to be asking…”

He was avoiding the question, he seemed as if he wanted to get out of there. The phoenix stood up, ready to leave.

“leaving so soon?”

The braided man was surprised by Joshua’s sudden hurry, though was he getting giddy about it. It was his goal after all.

“I should return to the infirmary, Tarja will scold me if I do not take my medicine.”

With a nod of the phoenix’s head he had made a swift turn, heading out the shelves. Gav had a smirk, yet he couldn’t help feel a tang but bad for deceiving the warm hearted man.

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“Goodnight Clive !”

A farewell left your lips as you stood on the main deck of the hideaway. You, Clive, Jill, and of course Torgal had gone on a mission, clearing out akashic near Martha’s Rest as a request of Martha. This of course had left you exhausted, day after day killing more and more akashic, it was never ending and oh so tiring.

You had just bid farewell to Clive, leaving you alone on the main deck. Some lingered around in the ale hall, but most had gone to rest.

I wonder how Joshua’s been…

A soft sigh escaped your lips, throughout every moment he was always the one on your mind.

Maybe I should visit him? No it’s far too late…he’s probably resting.

You thought, though that didn’t rid of the want to see him.

Just for a mere moment…

The thought plagued your mind. Since you have to pass the infirmary to get to your own chambers, what would be the harm in popping in?

With that you pushed off the railing of the main deck, turning and moving at a steady yet faster pace down the stairs. Returning to your usual speed as you made your way to the other set of stairs. Once up you passed the hunt board, giving a slight pat to the moogle. Finally you got up the third staircase, which contained the infirmary’s door.

A quiet creak could be heard as you slowly opened the door. Since it was late Tarja had gone to her own chambers, leaving just Rodique to check on the patients before heading off.

You walked in, quietly closing the door behind you. You gave a nod to Rodique, not speaking so you didn’t disturb patients. Which there weren’t many patients, Joshua behind the curtain and two bearers on the opposite side. The curse seemed to be spreading…

Quiet footsteps made their way to the other side of the infirmary, where Joshua sat at the edge of his bed.

“Can’t sleep?”

Your soft voice broke through the silence, yet it remained quiet. The rosfield turned his head, his expression softening at the sight of you.

“Unfortunately…”

The man sighed before starting up again, “What do I owe the honor?”

A soft smile appeared at his words, if only he knew the effect even the smallest of things had on you.

“Just paying a visit, it can’t be easy being in the infirmary most of the time. Have they not allowed you move to chambers of your own?”

You moved slightly closer, so you were standing in front of him.

“I’m afraid not, at least not on my own. I need to be…supervised, like a child.”

Joshua muttered the last bit, but you heard it. It made your heart ache just a tiny bit, you knew he probably felt weak right now. Maybe you could attempt to make this better? A thought popped in your head, you tried to shake it away, but there was no harm in…suggesting the idea?

“Joshua…If you do not mind the…suggestion. Would it be easier…if maybe..”

You hesitated, not knowing if you were allowed to offer such a thing.

“hm..?”

Joshua eyes locked with yours, his full attention in you awaiting your words.

“…a mere suggestion, if you would want to stay in my chambers? just until you can have your own of course, you can totally refuse! it’s just an offer, forgive me if-“

Your nervous rambling made Joshua smile as he watched you.

“My lady, I understand. Though I would not want to be a bother…You have already so much to deal with, I wouldn’t want to pile on that.”

You sighed, if only he knew…but alas.

“Joshua, you are anything, but a bother…”

“I suppose if I would be no intrusion…or bother, I would not refuse.”

His mind went to Gav, he had stated his feelings for the lady and here he was intending to share chambers with her. Would that stop him? Nope.

Your face brightened. Wouldn’t refuse? He would share chambers with you after all !! Wait. He would share chambers with you. Suddenly you began to get a bit nervous, but of course you weren’t gonna back down.

“I was hoping for that answer, I’ll let Rodique know. If you need help gathering any belongings let me know.”

You walked over to Rodique who had just finished checking over the bearers.

“Rodique, a word?”

His eyes turned to you, a soft smile formed on his lips as he greeted you.

“Lady ____, Can I help you?”

“Indeed. I was hoping to move Joshua to my chambers, he seems to be having a hard time being here all the time. It’d be good for him.”

You quietly explained, which the healer had a nervous look.

“Well…Tarja trusts you and so do I, just keep watch of him will you?”

He spoke as he went over to Tarja’s desk, handing you a pouch, containing bottles of liquid and mixed herbs.

“His medicine, the potions are for the coughing, soothing his throat and easing the blood loss. The herbs to ease his pain and regain his strength.”

You listened carefully, making sure to take mental notes as you grabbed the pouch.

“Thank you Rodique, leave him in my hands.”

You smiled and nodded as a farewell. When you turned Joshua was up and ready, clearly he seemed to want out of the infirmary.

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A click was the only heard as the door of your chambers shut. Joshua had sat on the bed, clearly tired. A comfortable silence fell upon the two, he seemed more relaxed in a different setting.

“Did you want any water…or anything?”

You broke the silence, hoping to make him as comfortable as possible.

“Thank you, I’m alright.”

He smiled at you then placed a hand onto his chest.

“Are you well?”

“Just…hot, It feels suffocating having this sealed into me…”

His voice was so quiet, he was hesitant to tell you this, but comfortable enough to do so. You went over to the windows, opening them to bring cool breezes in. When you turned around Joshua had his scarf off, his chest glowing.

“Maybe it would be best to leave it uncovered?”

You suggested, though you did just want to see him shirtless.

“Hm…I suppose you’re correct…”

With that he had slowly pulled off his shirt, the last thing you’d expected him to actually do. You turned your head to give him the privacy, even though you’d be sleeping in the same bed.

Joshua blew out the candle next to him, the room illuminated only with moonlight.

“Any discomfort?”

“A lingering one…it is not a bother.”

A usual discomfort lingered always, that physically pained you. You only wanted the best for him, for him to have nothing but goodness. Seeing him like this was difficult.

He laid his head on his pillow fully, pulling the blanket over him.

——

After a bit of time you had gotten dressed in sleep wear, your usual tank top and shorts. You assumed he’d fallen asleep as you got into bed.

Your eyes fell upon him. His chest rising up slowly, and down. His peaceful expression as he dreamed away. Your mind raced with thoughts of only him, what was he dreaming of, was he in pain, what did he think of you?

A sigh escaped you, shutting your eyes you finally attempted to sleep. It was hard knowing the man of your dreams slept right next to you, your husband in your mind, but a friend in reality.

——

As you awoke in the morning Joshua laid facing you, he was still asleep soundly. You watching him, like he was a painting. Something so elegant, you couldn’t believe he was real and in YOUR bed.

And this is how it was, for days. He spent time in your room almost all the time, he would go by the shelves from time to time.

As you hoped this would give you opportunities to speak to him more you couldn’t help but notice he’d been distant. He would only really speak to you when you gave him his medicine, or asked about his symptoms.

This was…slowly driving you insane. You figured you’d had done something wrong, but he wasn’t being rude. He was so kind, so thankful all the time. Just the lack of speaking bothered you.

As Joshua was in the shelves you leaned against the railing of the main hall, glancing out to the ocean.

“Something on your mind?”

The cheerful Gav walked next to you, standing beside.

“It’s Joshua, he’s been so…distant?”

You sighed, “Maybe i’m just being overdramatic. He’s probably just tired.”

An awkward, nervous chuckle escaped the Figure standing beside you.

“…Right, lady ____…”

“Gav. What did you do?”

You asked suddenly tense, standing up straight.

“Look, I didn’t think he’d be this bothered. Remember when I tried out that thing, to see if he’d get jealous? well…I wanted to take it a step further so when he was in the shelves, I found him again…again maybeeee I told him I would be confessing to you.”

Your eyes widened slightly, was Joshua…jealous?? No…that’s not like him, but if it was…mayhaps you have a chance!

“You know, I would be mad, but actually this is…I have to go, thanks Gav!”

You patted his shoulder before hurrying away as he tried to speak, though he failed unable to get his words out since you’d left so fast.

You made your way to the shelves searching for him, no sign of him. He was probably in your chambers then, he usually was. You hurried along to your chambers, when you walked in you saw him leaning against the open window.

“Joshua, can we talk?”

You asked as you shut the door behind you, going towards the window where he stood.

“Yes, my lady?”

Oh his words could make you melt, his voice…his everything.

“It’s about Gav-“

“Did you say yes?”

He had cut you off, which had surprised you.

“Say yes? What? Oh no Joshua, that whole thing…was a…ploy, Gav is just a friend, like a brother honestly. He has no feelings for me nor do I for him, he was only-“

“You don’t love him?”

You could see the relief in his face though he tried to hide it. It warmed your heart, if you could you’d just shower him with kisses.

“No no, It was this stupid thing, he wanted to see if you’d get jealous, I know it’s dumb…I don’t know why I let him…”

You say, awkwardly looking down. A chuckle escaped Joshua, making you look up at him.

“A ruse to see if i’d get jealous? Well i’m relieved to know it was just a ruse I don’t think I could bear if true.”

He spoke with a smile on his lips, his eyes focused on the sight outside. The last part he had mumbled under his breath, intending for you not to make out. Your eyes flickered from his lips to eyes, the warmth in your heart only growing as your heard the words he hoped you didn’t.

“Joshua…”

You breathed his name before, without thinking, cupping his face and locking you lips with his. A soft kiss, full of love. Your lips on his soft one’s, forever savoring the taste. You had figured he’d pull away by now, but his lips slowly moved against yours.

As the kiss came to an end you pulled away slowly, looking up at him with wet lips looking at his glistening ones.

“I’m sorry-“

Before the apology could be fully delivered he crashed his lips back onto yours. His hand went to your hip, the other to your face. Your mind was blank, the only thing you could possibly focus on was the sweet, tender, loving kiss and oh you basked in it. You wanted this to never end.

Your tongue grazed the opening of his mouth, but before you could seek entry he pulled away.

“I have yearned for your kiss since the moment I returned to you. Would that I had the courage to just tell you before, but it does not matter now. I need you my lady, I’ve always longed for you…”

Your knees felt weak. If only he knew how you truly felt about him, but it was impossible to get into words. As you opened your mouth to respond, his lips met with yours again.

Oh did he seem hungry for you…

Joshua x Female Reader

fluff

summary: Joshua attempts to comfort you on your period…

a/n: sadly my period JUST started so instead of sulking i’m writing !! this was written in haste so forgive me if it’s not all that. not proof read again, i’m in too much pain to care.

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You laid, curled up in a ball at your chambers in the hideaway. Your arms were pressed tightly against your stomach. Low groans escaping your lips ever so often. You had only hoped they would end, but no these period cramps never did.

It was the first day of your period and you were stuck in your quarters, balled up on your bed. You hadn’t left your room all morning, which was not common for you. The others figured you were still resting, even though you almost never slept in.

You were always a strong warrior, not one to waste any time. Always the first one up and ready. Not many focused on your lack of presence, but Joshua.

He had contemplated checking on you, but his nerves had gotten the best of him. He stood leaning against the railing of the deck, pondering.

“Is something bothering you, Joshua?”

A voice emitted from behind Joshua, making him turn.

“hm…I’m simply lost in thought.”

Joshua gave a soft reassuring smile, which the man chuckled at.

“If you are so concerned, you can go check up on her.”

“Clive…i-it’s not…”

A light pink tint appeared on Joshua’s cheeks from his brother’s words. Of course he could figure out what was wrong.

A light chuckle left Clive as he watched Joshua’s reaction.

“There’s no point in losing your mind over something so simple, go see her.”

Clive nudged Joshua as he gave a knowing smirk, to which Joshua sighed at, he couldn’t deny his brother’s words.

“I…suppose you are right…”

Joshua nervously admitted, what was the harm

in going to check up on you?

Clive lightly pushed Joshua, as if he wanted to hurry him.

“Yes, yes I’m going!”

Joshua jokingly rolled his eyes, and began to walk in the direction of your quarters. He couldn’t help but nervously fidget as he did.

Why was he so nervous…it’s not like this was the first time he’d be in your chambers…

Joshua made his way to your room, when he finally did he hesitated. Taking a deep breath he raised his hand to knock.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Three knocks was heard from your door, to which you groaned. You didn’t want to get up and open the door, actually you didn’t want to move at all.

Reluctantly you raised your voice, “Who is it?” you called out in a tired tone.

“My lady, it’s Joshua. I only wanted to check up on you, if you wish for me to leave I shall.”

The moment you heard Joshua’s voice you recognized it, you hurriedly sat up.

shit.

You didn’t want him to see you like this. All curled up in pain, you seemed a mess, weak. You felt pathetic.

Nonetheless you stood up, hurried to the door and opened it. You always wanted to be around him, your condition wasn’t going to stop that.

“Joshua,” You breathed and gave him a soft weak smile.

“is something the matter?”

Joshua asked, immediately noticing your weariness.

You didn’t say anything instead suddenly hugged him, burying your head in his chest. He hesitated, only out of surprise. His arms wrapped around you in a gentle warm embrace.

“My lady, are you alright?”

He spoke softly, his voice like a warm blanket.

“Can you just…stay with me?”

You requested hesitantly, as if you were afraid of his rejection.

“Of course, anything you wish…”

Joshua spoke, a warm smile on his lips. You looked up at him, getting comforted just by the sight of him. You noticed quickly how Joshua’s face was completely red, he was a blushing mess.

A quiet chuckle left your mouth as you gently pulled away from him, your hand taking hold of his. You pulled him into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Will you lay with me?”

You asked him, though you were partially toying with him, you could tell how flustered he already was.

He only nodded, too embarrassed to say yes. His reaction made you laugh as you pulled him closer to you, so you both could get on bed.

As you laid down he followed, wrapping his arms around you in an almost protective embrace. Your stomach was pressed up against his, you held onto him like he was your lifeline.

“Thank you Joshua, for being here.”

You muttered quietly into his chest. A gentle kiss was planted onto your head.

“You need not thank me, I will always be here…”

You hummed silently in response, cuddling him as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Are you in pain?”

His voice quietly asked.

“mm…It’s just…my period.”

You groaned, he gently caressed your back.

“You being here…is more than enough.”

You left a gentle kiss on his chest, snuggling deeper.

(Joshua Rosfield x reader)

fluff?

summary: Joshua searched for you, the dominant of Leviathan, his love.

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Joshua had travelled to a distant village, one where the dominant of leviathan was said to be spotted.

could it be…? this time…

Joshua only hoped. After all the leads he had followed to no avail, he was growing tired. He was losing hope…but no he couldn’t give up, not ever.

If there was even a tiny chance he could see his love again, he would take it.

He had been searching secretly in the shadows through the village, still he couldn’t find a thing. Finally he had ended up in a secluded spot, somewhere by the shore.

A defeated sigh escaped his lips.

could this be it? would he never find his love again?

“Don’t take another step.”

Your sharp tone caught the man off guard. The side of your sword aligned with his neck.

You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the unfamiliar presence snooping around.

“m-my lady…please-“

The young lord tensed up as your angry tone cut him off.

“Who are you and what do you want?!”

Your gaze burned through the back of his head.

“You mistake me my lady!”

He spoke nervously his hands up in surrender even though his back was faced to you.

“Then speak.”

A sigh of relief escaped the man as you lowered your sword. He finally turned to face you…

no…no…no…it couldn’t be? it can’t be…?

Your cold composure faltered, eyes widening at the sight of him.

His eyes softened, a warm smile appearing on his lips.

“it truly is you…”

Joshua breathed, “When I heard word of the dominant of Leviathan…I knew…I knew it would be you…”

You felt as if your world had regained color, as if your will had returned.

“Joshua…”

You let out a shakey exhale. You hadn’t even noticed how much you were shaking, the sword gripped in your hand suddenly fell to the floor. A loud clang echoed which soon mixed with your footsteps, you ran to his arms.

The familiar scent hit you has your arms tightened around him.

“…I thought i’d never see you again.”

His soft voice spoke into you as he held you closely. He kissed the top of your head.

You tried to respond, but only got choked up. Your arms tightened around him and you buried your face into his neck.

You felt alive again…

•a/n•

(joshua rosfield x reader)

fluff

summary: Joshua had a nightmare and went to you for comfort…

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The moonlight seeped through the open window, curtains blowing gently in the night wind. You laid awake yet again, you could never sleep.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you gazed at the moon which shone so bright outside. A quiet night, but peaceful.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Three quiet knocks placed themselves at your door, as if the person knocking was doing so cautiously. Confused you sat up, removing the covers.

At this hour?

You thought as your feet placed on the floor. With a few strides you arrived at the door, taking a deep breath as if you were preparing for the worst. You always seemed to do that.

You grabbed onto the cold, metal door knob and gently turned it.

“…Joshua?”

You spoke confused yet softly, your eyes landing upon familiar blue ones.

“…My lady, forgive me for the disturbance.”

Joshua appeared nervous, almost like he was ashamed.

“No no, it’s alright I hadn’t slept yet.”

You gave him a soft reassuring smile. You felt the need to calm his nerves, even though you doubted your ability to do so.

The soft spoken man gave you a sheepish smile.

“If you do not mind…”

Joshua fidgeted his fingers, though hard to notice you did immediately.

“May I enter, my lady?”

His voice and expression were hesitant, he was afraid of your rejection.

With a soft reassuring smile you nodded and opened the door wider for him to enter.

He nodded in return, a small thank you escaping the young lord’s lips.

The small click of the door shutting and locking, the gentle flap of the curtains, the synchronic breathing of the two became the only sounds.

A comfortable silence fallen upon the two. The lord’s uncommon awkward gaze looking to the side.

“Is everything alright Joshua?”

Your soft voice broke the silence, making his eyes fall upon yours. You could swear you noticed a hint of red on his ears, but maybe it was the lighting playing tricks on you.

“You were gone…I had lost you…”

A sudden pained voice emitted from Joshua. This had caused you to inch forward towards him.

Before you could speak he had started again, “I-…I cannot…”

Your eyes widened slightly as you noticed the young lord getting choked up.

“oh Joshua…”

You reached forward, wrapping your arms around him in a protective embrace.

“You could never lose me Joshua…I will not stray, ever.”

You reassured him, gently caressing his hair.

“My apologies…”

His voice ached with unshed tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for…”

Joshua’s head dipped and buried itself into the crook of your neck. A wet spot formed which practically broke your heart.

“I love you, I will stand by your side for as long as you’ll have me, my lord.”

A soft kiss planted onto the side of his head, your touch soothing him.

“I love you too, more than anything”

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•a/n•

First post on here !! I’ll be posting more though it will most likely be inconsistent. I’m not really that good of a writer sadly, but I do enjoy it very much soo. I hope you enjoyed this and I shall write more when I can !! :) btw not proofread (I couldn’t be bothered)