@gertrude-hatake Omg, I Felt That Last Part. I Have A Bunch Of Quotes From Fanfics In My Notes App QwQ

@gertrude-hatake Omg, I felt that last part. I have a bunch of quotes from fanfics in my notes app QwQ

Wishing that you’ll find yours soon!! <33

Hello y’all!!!

God, it’s been a while since I posted & it feels like a crime lololol 💀

Anyways, I need some help finding this one Kakashi fic on tumblr. Basically, reader & Kakashi are in a relationship & she secretly writes erotic novels. The novels get to the same level of popularity as the Icha Icha series except it was catered to a more female audience. Eventually, Kakashi finds that she was the author of it & that’s basically it.

If anyone is able to locate this gem, I would appreciate it greatly!!! Tysm!!! <333

Since we have masquarade event ~

How about boys reatcing to y/n walking in looking all gorgous in a  dress ?

+ they ask her to dance at the festival?? ♡♡

for:

Jamil, Duece, Malleus, Azul, Silver

Azul Ashengrotto: 

Azul couldn’t ignore what was right in front of him. The person he had grown into was one with a sharp eye for golden opportunities and seeing you as the most beautiful person in the room that night, he knew he couldn’t resist asking you to dance. You think it’s cute when he tried to hide his real intentions by acting extra shady; if he really had an ulterior motive he wouldn’t look so embarrassed when you called him out, taking pleasure in the way he nervously pushed his glasses back up his face before rescinding his offer. You don’t allow him to as you considered it a contract, just an invisible one, and if he tried to get out of the deal he would not like the consequences.

Deuce Spade: 

Deuce is a mess. He doesn’t know how to articulate the way he feels when he sees you in your dress, heart tight in his chest, muscles spasming as you approach and he nearly kneeled out of respect for someone who was clearly royalty. Seeing your easy smile made him remember you were still you despite the fancy upgrade you’d taken, and it sets him a little more at ease when you speak. He started to stutter again when he wanted to ask you to dance with him, mumbling something about two left feet and not making a good argument for why you should be his dance partner (but you accept anyway).

Jamil Viper: 

Jamil didn’t plan on dancing, he didn’t entirely plan on being here or dealing with this either, but life seemed to drag him around as it pleased.  Seeing you was the only highlight of his night, watching from the shadows with stars in his eyes as he wondered what it might be like to be even considered as your (dance) partner. He’s a little surprised that as much as he tried to hide in the shadows you always sought him out, as if you had a radar just for him. He holds out his hand without uttering a word and you return the comfortable silence, your smile nearly causing him to take after that age old fairy tale of that princess who ran from the ball when the clock struck midnight (except you’d be coming with him, to a place he could admire you in peace).

Malleus Draconia: 

Malleus can’t keep his eyes to himself. He normally thought you had a certain beauty about you but seeing you all dolled up in an elegant dress… It made him want to tap in to his more jealous tendencies, locking you away in a tower for only him to admire. Alas, he can’t imagine your relationship remaining positive should he try to force your hand like that but he knows one other thing he could do to assure others kept their distance. He approached you with an extended hand, taking yours in his own and pressing a kiss to the back of it before wordlessly leading you to the dance floor; you can’t deny Malleus, not after seeing the bright smile on his face as he enjoyed twirling you around in the middle of the masquerade.

Silver: 

Silver’s gaze sends a shiver down your spine, the unreadable expression on his face making you a bit anxious. It was always so hard to fully understand what was happening in his head, and you felt yourself holding your breath as he silently approached you. You’re stunned when he held out his hand and asked you to dance, head tilting to the side as he told you it seemed like you wanted to ask him. You’re embarrassed at being read like an open book but Silver’s small smile sets your heart at ease, a clear sign that he had the same wish as you or he would have never approached you.

Words You Never Said (M)

genre: angst, smut, fluff

word count: 1.7k

warnings: unprotected sex, quinn struggling with words, very soft

quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: you were poise, quiet. something quinn admired about you. you had a gentle aura that made everyone in the room become soft the second you walked in.

docile.

if quinn could describe you in one word, it would be delicate. he saw you as a gentle sunshine that would shine through any situation. you were a peacemaker.

how could he have been so blind?

you smile with grace, making his stomach churn, "good morning, quinn."

quinn loved the soft rasp that came with your morning greetings. being the love of his life, he noticed things about you that you probably didn't know yourself. like the way you would blow on his hot coffee before handing it to him with a quiet smile. or the way you would check for eggshells before handing him his daily breakfast. or the way you always made sure to kiss his cheek before he dove right into the food made from love.

he admired how lovely you looked even when you would let out a small yawn from waking up so early to pamper him. he would always insist that you didn't have to do these things for him. and it would just end with a soft kiss to his lips as you said how much you love caring for him.

he should have said more how much he appreciated the small details of your mornings.

dialogue was typically short between the two of you. it wasn't a boisterous relationship, but nor was it really boring. it was more established than anything. and it gave him peace of mind.

when he'd come home from practice, you would calmly run him a bath for him to relax. you would always have a different candle lit, the water a perfect temperature. he really knew he was the luckiest person in the world.

why didn't he say it sooner?

you sighed, your eyes staring into the dark coffee staring back at you. it was just like every other day. few words spoken, gentle gestures you weren't sure he noticed. you felt more like a roommate than anything else, and you weren't sure what to make of it. you still slept next to him, kissed him, loved him. but lines weren't ever quite crossed in the relationship. it wasn't boring, you knew quinn liked the quiet life. and it didn't bother you.

but you just wondered why he never said anything about the things you did for him. there would be the occasional thank you before rushing out the door for a game, but it was fast and out of courtesy, not out of love.

quinn didn't think of it that way, and you had never mentioned the way you felt.

quinn knew you were sensitive, but wasn't sure how to address things around you.

when you slowly stopped doing the little things that made his stomach flip, he began to become worried.

"sunshine?" the nickname rolls off his tongue fluidly, and it catches you off guard. it's been too long since you've heard it, making your heart race.

"yes?" you look away from the dishes, turning face to face to your boyfriend of two years. his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes scanning you. you licked your lips, adverting your gaze under his intense one.

"i'm sorry," he declares. he doesn't let you ask questions before he continues, "i should have said more. i should have told you how much i enjoy our breakfast routine. i should have said how much your smile means to me. i should have told you that coming home to you, is the best part of my day, even when i lose a game. i should have called you for longer when i was gone on the road. i should have-"

you kiss him.

and he's shocked, but he quickly returns the kiss with a gentle feeling. and it was like living on cloud nine when you kissed him. his arms circling around you perfectly like you were fit to live in his arms forever. and he could taste the sunshine on your lips, the softness he adored so much.

"thank you," you said breathlessly, staring at him with glossy eyes. "i wasn't sure you noticed."

"of course i did," he tugs at the hem of your white shirt with nervous hands, "they were just words i never said. words i should have said."

you reach to run your hands through his hair, locks tangling between your fingers as you stare at him with love. he could fall straight to his knees with that look; he's sure anyone would. it was like staring into the place you know will always look like home, even from afar.

quinn quickly captures you in for another kiss, this one a bit more rushed. he was nervous. he had never really kissed you with such fervor before, but from the small whimper you let out between breaths, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. it was bliss.

your hands were searching for places to ground yourself on him, while his easily rested on your hips. he loved your reaction when you lifted your shirt up so he could feel your bare skin. the goosebumps rose across your delicate skin, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath. he was quick to trail his kisses down your jaw, neck, collarbone. you clutch onto his own shirt, your legs wanting to give out already.

quinn hums, "i should show you how much i appreciate you."

you stare with lidded eyes, still innocent and driving him up the wall. you didn't need to say anything, the soft tug at his shirt was enough for him to lift you on the kitchen counter. you've never had sex outside the bedroom before, and your body heated up at the thought of getting fucked on the counter.

quinn tilts his head with a little smirk gracing his lovely features, "i can feel your body warming up under my hands."

you felt a pit in your stomach, "t-this isn't the bedroom."

quinn laughed lowly, "i know, sweetheart. but i just can't wait to show you how much i appreciate my pretty girl."

pretty girl. his pretty girl.

you gasp as he reaches for the hem of your shirt, raising it up and tossing it aside on the floor. he curses under his breath at the sight of your bare breasts, nipples hard and begging to be touched. he doesn't waste time, wrapping his mouth around one while he gropes the other. your gasp and moans ringing in his ears. it was a heavenly sound that he could listen to forever.

when you tugged ever-so-lightly on his hair, he groans at the feeling. you were so soft. so gentle. it drove him crazy. only he could break you apart like this. only him.

he pulls back, looking at your disheveled look, "so fucking pretty. so gorgeous." he kisses you, filling you with need.

you scoot closer to him, pressing your chest against him and feeling the prominent bulge he displays now. you whine into the kiss, and he chuckles, breaking apart from you again while look at him with puppy eyes.

"gonna give you what you want, yeah?"

you nod eagerly, looking down as he takes off your tiny shorts and panties, following suit with his own clothes. you admire him, all while he admires you. he could say how lucky he is to have you like a gospel. like it was the only thing he ever wanted to brag about for the rest of his life.

"quinn," your voice interrupts his thoughts, feeling your legs trying to pull him closer to you, "please?"

he shakes his head, chuckling like he was out of breath, "sorry, you're just so breathtaking. can't wait to ravish you."

before you could say anything, he was already rubbing his tip along your clit, spreading your arousal all over his cock, groaning in the process. he wondered what made you so wet so quickly, but he didn't find the need to ask.

"need you inside me, please." you lean your head on his shoulder, and he could feel the heat conspiring off you.

he nods swiftly before finally giving into temptations and sliding right into your slick, tight heat. his own head falls onto your shoulder, groaning loudly at the feeling of your pussy squeezing so tightly around him.

"shit, feels so good." he praises, making your walls sputter, causing him to move.

the moans and whimpers that follow after could have sent him to heaven, he swears. your delicate hands clutching onto him for dear life, like he hasn't fucked you a thousand times already. it was such a blissful feeling. filling you up and pumping into you with a certain need he had never felt before.

"so tight, so warm," he gasps breathlessly, listening to the way your whines hitch, "could fuck you forever, baby."

"wouldn't complain," you quickly reply. he smiles to himself, pressing kisses along your shoulder and lightly biting to tease you. his cock was so deep, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips. you felt needy, desperate even. you could feel every vein, every throb, every thrust. it was almost lethal how good it felt.

he picked up his pace, his hips growing sloppy and hitting that spongy spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "gonna cum, baby? i can see it all over your face. feel your pussy clenching my cock."

your noises were foreign to your own ears, your nails digging into his flesh the faster he fucks into you. he never wants this to end, truly. it felt almost too much for him to watch you unravel on his cock, but he couldn't complain. not when you looked so good taking him.

"want you to cum all over me. my good girl deserves it."

you're pushed over the edge with his words, saying his name like a mantra and a prayer. he can't help his own release with the way your core grasps him, sucking him in. he paints your walls white, feeling both of your cum start to drip onto the counter as you catch your breath. his cock pumps you full, you swear your womb couldn't take any more.

he kisses along your cheek, meeting your lips in a sloppy, sweet kiss that makes you forget about cleaning the counter.

quinn wasn't much for words, but he would be for you.

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During the Wish Ceremony

Duece: When you wish upon a star-

MC: Nothing happens *upset because money didn't appear in the dorm and Crowley didn't turn into a crow*