#and they sure seem to. no one shuts up about him when i visit his land (tho honestly I Get It lmao)
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Santa's Secret
written for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 23
prompt: hot chocolate | rated G | wc: 998 | tags: Eddie & Wayne Munson, single dad Steve Harrington
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Eddie canât wait to get out of the suit thatâs been suffocating him for the past three hours. Heâs still sweaty and his hair is a mess after wearing the wig and fake beard combo for so long but he feels better once heâs changed back into his regular clothes.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Eddie stops for a moment. He looked so different dressed as Santa, couldâve been fooled by his own reflection wearing that costume. Thereâs no way Steve actually realised itâs him. Maybe what Eddie thought he saw in Steveâs eyes wasnât recognition, but confusion.
They havenât seen each other in years and apart from that, itâs not like theyâve ever been⊠close. Sure, Steve probably knew of him â theyâve both been somewhat popular in high school, although for very different reasons. But still. It was silly of Eddie to think the smile he gave him was one of familiarity. More realistically, it was just a silent thanks for how he handled the little girlâs nervousness, brought a smile to her face by playing into her childlike wonder.
And thatâs okay.
In the end, Eddie did have a great time pretending to be Santa for a while. Heâll never tell Wayne, though, unless he wants to hear his old man tell him âI told you soâ.
With his shift done, Eddie strolls around the still brimming main hall of the community centre, looking at a stand with wooden figurines where a beautifully carved dragon caught his eyes.
Heâs so fascinated by it, that he doesnât notice the person coming up to him, until a hand taps his shoulder lightly.
When he spins around, he finds Steve standing next to him.
  âSo, what brings you back to this shithole?ïżœïżœ he asks through a laugh, casual, like itâs normal for the former King and King of Freaks to have a conversation.
  âI, uh,â Eddie stammers, staring at Steve a little star struck and maybe a little more in love because thereâs that smile again and itâs blinding like the fucking sun and this time, he doesnât have the Santa suit to blame for the fucking heat spreading in his face.
   God, grow up Munson. Youâre an adult. Behave like one.
  âIâm visiting my uncle.â
  âHow is Wayne? I was a bit worried when I realised that-â Steve leans closer to whisper in his ear and Eddieâs heart stops for a moment. â-Santa sent someone else to cover for him.â
There are a million thoughts running through Eddieâs mind â since when are Steve and Wayne on first name basis? So Steve did recognise him? And whyâs it so fucking hot in here?
  âYou were great, by the way. Iâd have lost it at some of the parents. They can be worse than their spoiled little brats sometimes.â
Eddie chuckles nervously, shrugs his shoulders and waves a hand at Steve who moves back slowly but stays close, so close Eddie catches a hint of his cologne, mingling with the Christmassy smell of oranges, and cinnamon, and apple tea, and it makes him dizzy but not in a bad way.
âRobbie wouldnât shut up about Santa,â Steve winks at him, âsaid heâs the coolest, even cooler than the tooth fairy. And let me tell you, thatâs a real compliment.â
They both laugh and it feels so light and freeing; Steve makes it seem so easy to fall into conversation with him.
  âSheâs a sweet kid and she loves you a lot, I can tell.â
   Loves you so much sheâs wasting her Christmas wish on your happiness, Eddie thinks fondly, biting his tongue not to accidentally spill their little secret.
  âYeah, well. She doesnât have much choice. Sheâs stuck with me, since her mother decided to-â
  âDad!â a voice calls from somewhere behind them and when they turn, they see Robbie running up at them.
  âSpeaking of the Devil,â Steve sighs amused before opening his arms to catch her.
  âWhoâs your friend?â
  âThis is Eddie. Weâve been to school together. Heâs grandpa Wayneâs nephew.â
   Grandpa W-hat?
Eddie must be having a stroke. Or maybe somethingâs wrong with his hearing because⊠WHAT?
Steve must realise something when he notices Eddieâs confusion, because he suddenly blushes a deep shade of red and smiles awkwardly at him.
  âS-sorry, I thought you knew that, uh-â Steve takes a deep breath before he continues, âYour uncle has been helping me out a lot when I moved back to Hawkins a few months ago. You know, uh, setting up the house and watching Robbie when I had to go to interviews and couldnât find a babysitter. He, uh, heâs been a real help. Robbieâs obsessed with him. Arenât you, baby?â
  âHeâs awesome! And he makes the best hot chocolate in the world! With little marshmallows and sprinkles on top!â
Eddie feels like heâs been hit by a truck, feels betrayed by the man heâs been looking up to his whole life.
  Wayne Munson, you son of a potato farmer, are living a secret life where Steveâs daughter calls you grandpa?
   Oh, Eddieâs going to have a field day confronting him with that.
  âRight?! The best hot chocolate ever! I always have mine with whipped cream on top,â Eddie answers equally enthusiastic, doesnât even have to pretend despite his inner turmoil because that little girlâs smile is infectious.
While listening to Robbieâs happy babbling, Eddie watches Steve from the corner of his eyes. He still looks a bit like a kid caught stealing cookies, but slowly relaxes, and thatâs good, but-
Wayne definitely has some explaining to do. His uncle has always been a fucking saint, canât not offer his help when he feels like someoneâs in need of it. But it being Steve of all people, really messes with Eddie in a weird way he canât really explain.
He needs to know more.
  âHow about we all go to Wayneâs together? Iâm sure heâll be delighted to see you. What do you say?â
#eddie munson#wayne munson#steve harrington#single dad steve#steddie#steddie fic#steddie holiday drabbles
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Damn was he enjoying that little confused and almost frightened look on Andrealphus' face when he noticed he wasn't in control of his emotions as he imagined. It was even more entertaining given that the other had just scolded him for being not careful enough for just perking his ears. He was pretty satisfied with himself. Maybe that little demonstration of what that little pinch of unapologetic honesty, even without using any of his magic, had managed to stir up inside that pretty bird would make him change his mind about dismissing the nature of his powers. For now, he wouldn't try tearing at that door of the closet the other tried so desperately to hide in. No need to cause a scene and make enemies among fellow royals. "Yeah yeah... you're not the first and you won't be the last one to tell me to shut it." he grinned again "But I'm sure you'll get used to it and just start rolling your eyes at me. Most do~" And he knew that more often than not that annoyance was just expressed because he was right, they knew he was, but didn't want to admit it. "Soooo~ I don't know what floats your boat, but... road trips along the beaches of Envy... Parties in Gluttony.. a visit to Ozzies.. Shopping.. Sex?" he listed a few things that popped into his mind "Or judging by how fucking tense you seemed every time I was allowed to lay my eyes on that beautiful silhouette of yours.. You know what really does wonders? Driving up a hill and just screaming into the void."
Andrealphus could practically feel his tail feathers twitching behind him as he remained sat, stiff and still as a statue, as he attempted to quell the storm that was raging inside of him. As though noticing the frost for the first time, the turquoise glare disappeared into a startled, wide-eyed, look. The peacock pulled his fingers from the table as though he had been burnt â it was unbecoming of a royal to lose their cool so publicly. It was almost as though he could hear his mothers voice chastising him for being so pathetic and weak. She had always told him: the moment you lost your cool, you lost. Andrealphus rested his hands in his lap, clenching them into fists as he steeled himself.
âCome now, Sitri, youâre not an imbecile and neither am I,â he bit back icily, âso please, spare me, you know perfectly well where your insult lay,â The bold man had suggested that he was attracted to his brother-in-law, of all things! Not only was that scandalous on account of him being married to his fucking sister â it was preposterous because they were both men! and all of that was to not even mention the inclusion of that wretched imp in his accusations. Andrealphus did not find the act of Stolas laying with a lower class peasant enticing! It was wrong. An offence to their kind. Did he secretly wish that someone would give him the freaky, orgasmically mind-numbing, fucking that apparently that big-dicked imp had been giving Stolas? Fuck no. Of course not. That was ridiculous â and frankly, offensive.
âApology accepted,â he huffed out dismissively with a wave of one of his hands, âperhaps, in future, it would be wise to keep your thoughts inside your head?â he offered the advice as though he were actually attempting to be helpful and not simply haughty. Andrealphus didnât dignify his later words about Stolas with a response, instead choosing to take a mildly hostile looking sip of his peppermint tea.
The peacock folded his arms tightly across his chest as he levelled a blank look towards Sitri. âLetting off steamâŠ?â he repeated the words as though they were foreign to him, âTell me, Sitri, precisely how do you propose I do that?â In truth, he was no stranger to down-time. A pleasant night bitching and doing face masks with his sister or perhaps indulging in a movie night of shitty rom-coms wasnât unheard of, but he was interested to see what the cat considered a good time.
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ok ykno what ive been thinking about how everyone can just automatically tell that shionne and dohalim are renan by just looking at them & it's like. how?? theyre just people ultimately. but maybe it's the way the dress, or MAYBE it's bc shionne has bright pink hair and dohalim has bright red hair. none of the dahnans we know have such bright hair colors (tho alphen's grey hair is kinda weird but he's just weird in general so lol)
literally so used to anime hair colors that it didnt register. but kisara, law, and rinwell all have pretty natural hair colors, So
#speculation nation#alphen is the only dahnan ive met that has an odd hair color. but also grey is technically naturally achievable#i'd believe it if it was caused by stress bc Lol#overall the renan npcs we meet all have pretty normal hair colors too so i wouldnt say All renans have odd hair#but maybe it's just smth that's seen only in renans. even if it's not all renans.#then again i'd believe it if it were the way they were dressed lol. shionne makes it a POINT early on#we go to some ruins SPECIFICALLY so she can get a nice renan dress. bc at that point she cared quite a bit about that#and dohalim looks like nobility so much it is Painful#he has no reason to hide it. full lord regalia no matter where he goes#anyways the only definite difference between the two peoples are the way renans eyes glow when doing magic#surface-level differences and all. the access to different magic is certainly a more intrinsic difference#idk im so engaged with this world by this point lskdjflsdjkf and much of it centers around dohalim ngl#i was rambling endlessly about his motivations and desires re: lordship earlier#how he never wanted to be a lord and probably wouldnt want to be longterm#but he genuinely wants what's best for his people. so he likely would return to his post if they wanted him to#and they sure seem to. no one shuts up about him when i visit his land (tho honestly I Get It lmao)#oughhh thinking about where he started off and where he is now. oh i gots Emotiosn#my mind is just mostly made up of dohalim this past week lol and i think that's very reasonable of me
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F*ck You! (Literally) - T.F.
Synopsis. Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, exes to lovers, angry sĂ©x, spĂtting, degradation, yâall are both mean, rough, jealousy (Tojiâs side), brĂ©eding, smackĂng, arguĂng during it, cĂșmplay, overstĂm, oral (female receiving), mentions of Megumi and Shiu, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.7k
A/N. Gojo next week because I miss my man smh.
Itâs not often that you contemplate something that would definitely end up with a night in jail - but it seems that somehow whenever you did, your ex-husband Toji was always sure to be the cause of it.
Like that time he had the audacity to ask you out to dinner right outside the divorce attorneyâs office, mere moments after signing those papers. Or when he âaccidentallyâ sent you some mouthwateringly shirtless photos - through email, of course, because you had him blocked otherwise. Although, youâd saved those pictures - a secret youâd take to the grave.
And now.Â
Standing right outside your front door, on the night of what wouldâve been your fifth anniversary. His imposing figure filling the frame, that tiny scar you loved and hated so much quirking up ever-so-slightly as he shoots you a sly grin.Â
Heâs here.
Looking as devastatingly handsome as the day you left him.
âHappy anniversary, ex-wifey.â
And just as irritating, too.Â
That snaps you out of your traitorous little reverie, and before long youâre sputtering out a shaky, âY-you. What do you think youâre doing here?â Not even waiting for his response before moving to shut the door in his face.
âOh, believe me,â Toji lets out a humorless little laugh, reaching up a sculpted arm to stop the door in its tracks. âI wouldnât be here even if I wanted to.â
That was a lie - and Toji knew that. He had half the mind to think that you knew that. But it didnât matter when youâre glaring up at him so prettily. The confusion evident on your face as you grit out a shrill, âThen why am I seeing your stupid face tonight?â
âChance? Luck? A blessing?âÂ
Scoffing, âA curse.â
âThat mouthâs still as sharp as ever, huh?â He cocks his head in amusement, âDid you not see my email?â
âNo, I uh-â you mumble, face burning. And oh you wish you could stop yourself from thinking back to those photos - stop yourself from wanting to smack the smirk off Tojiâs face that told you he was, too. â-blocked you onâŠthatâŠas well.â
âMhm.â he hums, eyes lingering too long on your comfy pajamas - his favorite ones - Â and the way youâre squirming so adorably under the intensity of his gaze. âWell, mâjust here to pick up one of that bratâs toys. Wonât take long nâ Iâll be out of your sight, doll.â
And you canât say anything about that familiar little petname, because it hits you with a pang - oh, how you missed Megumi.Â
Heâd thrown a tantrum until he was allowed to visit you occasionally, of course. But still, it was nothing compared to how inseparable the three of you were before your relationship with Toji soured. His line of work too dangerous, the fights more frequent until youâd had enough.
âAh, yes. Megs probably wonât even leave the house without it.â you chuckle, opening the door wider. âI was surprised to find it the other day since he said that lilâ plushie was his best friend. After me.â
âAfter me.â
âLiar.â
âGorgeous.â
âFuck you.â
âFitting for our anniversary, huh?â And oh how Toji enjoyed riling you up. To spy that little furrow between your brows as he strides inside your apartment like it was his own - he did know it like the back of his hand. âI already know where the bed is, after all.â
âYeah, and you know where the door is too.â you mutter, acting like it didnât make your head spin to think of Toji - in your home. With you. You and Toji. In your home. You and Toji in your home.Â
You hadnât seen him since the divorce just four months ago, and here he was looking so unfairly like he fit right in. Taking up much more time than necessary as he walks towards that little wolf toy on your couch. Eyeing up the sappy romance movie paused on-screen, and those familiar photographs on the wall.Â
You still had that one of the two of you from that beach getaway two years ago, he noted with delight.Â
âHeh, for someone that hates me so much, sâfunny you have my face hung up here.â he smirks, words just dripping with that familiar dark tone that has shivers running down your spine. âKnew you were still into me.â Defiant - challenging, even, because he always did like to push all your buttons.Â
Donât fall for it, donât fall for it, donât fall for-
âShut up.â You roll your eyes, walking towards where Toji stood. âI jusâ use it to scare off clingy dates in the morning.âÂ
And you loved to push his buttons even more.Â
âOh? Dates, huh?â And something about those words make you feel like somethingâs too-tense. Exciting, even. Especially as he repeats - more to himself than you, âDates.â
âJealous?â
âHeh, of whatever scrub took you out? In your dreams, doll.â Maybe it was the way Toji was joking - but didnât sound like he was at all. Or maybe it was the way he didnât move as you stepped closer, enough that youâre almost toe-to-toe with him. Probably it was the way he murmurs out a strangled, âMânot jealous.â
Oh.Â
You watch the way his body stiffens, darkened eyes flitting between you and the picture and you- Smirking âGood, because mâhaving one over soon.â
âOh, you little bitch.â He spits out the words, gaze hardening in a way you knew did not bode well for your - or down there. Hitting it where it hurts, âThis is why Iâm so fuckinâ glad we divorced.â
âFuck you,â you tilt your head, anger simmering beneath your skin - and you didnât know who was pissing each other off more. âSo then you can get out before my date gets here.â And the emphasis on âdateâ isnât lost on him.
âSuch a liar.â
âMânot lying.â You were - but you didnât care if Toji could tell because it was ticking him off just the same. âYou could say heâs an-â Now close enough that you could feel the heat of his proximity. A finger stabbing right in his pecs with each word, â-upgrade.â
Suddenly youâre being pulled to his rock-hard chest, all the dips and curves of his body so sinfully obvious against your skin as he questions, âHow so?â
âWell, for starters heâs-â you gasp, casting a sidelong glance at the way the muscles in his arms ripple. And it takes everything in you to try and keep your voice steady, â-bigger.â Thighs pressing together at the tiny grunt of disbelief that leaves your ex-husband, too-aware of the strong hand wrapped around your waist. âAnd sexier.â
âAnd?â
âAnd what?â you gulp, raising your head to blink up at him in confusion and oh-Â
Oh, shit. You werenât going to make it out alive.Â
Tojiâs eyes were wide, a mirthless smirk spreading across his face, jaw tensing as he leans down to whisper hotly against your ear, words hoarse - stilted, like it pained him to even speak them into existence. âAnd what other lies are ya gonna make up?â
And you might be a genius - you might just not know whatâs good for you.Â
Because youâre batting your lashes just the way you knew he liked, the words - saccharine sweet, and falling from your lips faster than your whirling brain could even register them. âAnd he makes me cum so much harder.â
Tojiâs lips are crashing against yours - and you knew it was coming. You wanted them to. Bruising, angry - like he was telling you to just shut the fuck up, another word of your imaginary date and it would kill him.Â
He tasted the same as he did all those months ago. Sweet, like those cheap lollipops he would buy you and that absolute sin of his scar rubbing against your lips.Â
âFuck-â he lets out a guttural groan into your lips. Only a sloppy mix of teeth and spit as he kisses you with the collective desperation of a little over four months. âHate how youâre-â Like he didnât even care if it left your poor lips swollen and bruised - at least that might give whatever loser coming here a hint. â-still addictive.â
With that, he picks you up like itâs just nothing, your traitorous legs easily wrapping around his toned waist. Letting you pull off that sinfully snug t-shirt to feel the smooth planes of all his muscles. Soft. Warm.Â
You gasp at how he manhandles you so that your thin pajama pants are just above his achingly hard cock, throbbing, and so so angry against your core. Trousers already so damp with- precum? Your slick?Â
âHah- not jealous my ass-â you hiss, grinding down on his bulge.
And Tojiâs parting mere millimeters, chuckling darkly at the disappointed little whine that escapes you. âYeah, well, does he ever get you like this?â He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, purposely not giving you what you want. âDoes he ever get you this-â Grinding you against his straining erection, two fingers sliding down, just teasing the drenched front of your shorts. â-this fuckinâ wet?â
âNah,â you pull on Tojiâs silky locks, nipping at his collarbone. âHe gets me wetter.â
âYou little-â
Itâs like something snaps - whateverâs left of Tojiâs sanity, your patience, possibly you by the end of this. Anything but the thick, suffocating - tension in your living room. Now too small. Too hot.Â
Before you can react, your back is hitting the soft cushions of your couch. Bouncing at the sheer force of the throw as Toji looms over you.Â
âThought you knew where the bed was?â you manage to get out, in the heat of it all.Â
âThought you hated me?â
âGonna kill you if you break this cou-â but the rest of the retort on your tongue dies as Tojiâs hands are suddenly everywhere.
Groping your breasts - your waist - your ass. Barely giving you time to even think before fisting your shirt in one hand. Too impatient - too starved - to do anything other than pull down, down, down until it-
RIP!
âOh you fuckinâ slut.â Tojiâs jaw drops into a soft little oh! at the sight of your heavenly breasts before him. No bra - exactly how he liked it. âHow I missed these.â Massaging them under his hands, âIs this for him or ya really had no idea I was coming?â
âYouâre t-too fuckinâ hah-â you whine as he immediately takes one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipples. â-full of yourself.â
And you donât even know if Toji registered the insult - looking like he was on cloud nine as he rolled your other nipple between two fingers. Pulling off with a lewd pop! only to say, âWonder if youâre the same down there.â
You are - Toji discovers, with wonder.Â
Hooking a finger underneath the hem of your already-soaked shorts to pull them off. And, hey, Toji hasnât had this view in months - so he really canât help himself from bringing them up to his face. Your jaw drops at his pure audacity as he breathes in the scent of your dripping pussy with a strained, âMâkeepinâ these, doll.â
âYouâre sick.âÂ
âAnd youâre soaked.â strong hands spread your legs so shamefully. You canât fight it - how fucking wet and glistening you were for him under the dim-lighting. Toji grins cockily, âWhoâs she this wet for, huh? Me or him?â
âNot- not you-â you whine, despite how your sloppy cunt was leaking all over your legs - such a mess. A mess that Toji was shifting down the couch to lick up. Slow, lazy circles right at your inner thighs. Sweet - so sweet, his favorite. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste and oh, how Toji missed this.Â
Missed teasing you until you broke.Â
Which, it turns out, happens fairly early.
âY-youâre just fucking talk.â you hiss, but it comes out more breathless than you intended. Your voice betraying how badly you wanted him. Needed him to do something - anything. âHe-â
Toji doesnât even let you finish your sentence - and you donât need to - because without another word, heâs surging forward until he was nose-deep in your messy cunt.
Licking one, long stripe up your swollen folds - up and down, up and down, up and- He murmurs into your cunt, âDo ya still like when I-â Hot tongue flicking roughly against your clit. Just barely, and youâre bucking wildly underneath him. âAh, you do. Old habits die hard, huh?â
Of course, the only response that Toji gets is a wet, pathetic murmur of something - maybe a plea, probably a curse at him to shut up.Â
But itâs something that has all the blood rushing to his aching cock, something that has him biting down lightly on your inner thigh - just a little punishment.Â
âWhat was that?â he purrs, âDidnât seem to hear you right, wifey.â
It takes everything in you to gasp out, a barely-audible determined little, âI-I said-â fingers threading through Tojiâs hair, pulling up his face. Hard, so that heâs forced to meet your eyes instead of admiring your pretty lilâ cunt. â-fuck you.â
And you donât know what you expected - maybe an insult back, maybe for him to get up and leave you all high and dry right then and there.
But oh you shouldâve known your ex-husband better, because he has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh, more to infuriate you than anything as he promptly spits on your quivering pussy.Â
Once. Twice.
You flinch as some splatters against your thigh, and you both know itâs on purpose. Because Toji Fushiguro always had perfect aim - but when it comes to you, well, he had to knock his bratty lilâ wife down a few pegs.Â
Throwing your legs over his shoulders to lick all over your sloppy pussy once more. âFuck me, huh?â he groans out little profanities into your cunt, âFuck me fuck me fuck me-âÂ
Smack!
You register that delicious little sting on your ass far before the realization that Toji smacked you - and even later do you realize that you liked it. Slick beading through at the painfully good feeling.
Liked the way his rough palm was soothing over the sting, words strangled and slurring together as he smacks his lips against your swollen, sensitive ones. âIâd rather you fuck me than some hah- other loser.â
âS-so fucking mean-â you moan.
âSo what?â His thumb draws tight little circles on your throbbing clit, the other hand looping around your waist - bruising - as he drags your sloppy pussy all over his hot mouth. âNo one else could do this.â Soft tongue going all the way up from your base, âGet you this wet-â Just dipping into your clenching hole. â-taste you like this.â
âHngh- fuck-â you groan, as he alternates between flicking your clit so mean and squeezing his tongue into your tight cunt. âFuck fuck fuck- sâtoo much-â
Too much? Toji wanted to laugh - if he wasnât so addicted to the feeling of your gummy walls stretched out so obscenely on his tongue, anyway. He knows you can take it - you always did.Â
And he tells you that - a little over ten times, actually, as the hand on your waist arches you deeper and deeper onto Tojiâs tongue. Fucking you so harshly - merciless. Unrelenting. Like he was taking any and every shred of anger out on your ravaged cunt.
Bucking your hips wildly, you tipping your head down to look at the sight below you and oh-
You gasp at how sinfully blissed out Toji looks between your thighs. Eyes glassy and hooded, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead. Your slick glossing his lips so prettily - and if you angled your head just right you could catch the way it drips down his jawline. Yeah, maybe you really did like his face between your legs.Â
âAlways knew ya did, doll.â he echoes against your glistening lips and shit, did you say that out loud?Â
It doesnât matter, because Toji has his lips smushing against yours, such a filthy mess of spit and fingers and tongue - everywhere. Like he couldnât decide where he wanted to taste more. âKnew your pussy missed me, even when youâre such some other bastard. Sheâs still so sweet.â Thrusting in and out faster past that first, feeble ring of resistance. âSo messy fâme. Fuckinâ my tongue so good for s-someone that hates me.â
And you have half the mind to wonder whether it hurt - how his fingers werenât cramping up yet, lips aching. Letting you push his face deeper into your pussy, ankles locking around his broad shoulders in a desperate attempt to shut him up. Close.Â
âY-you talk ngh- too much.â Blood roaring in your ears, feeling his smirk against your cunt. âDo you ever shut the fuck up?â
âNah, I know you ah- love it.â Smack! Another handprint on your ass that has you stuttering and jolting on his face. âCan feel you clenching all around me because I-â Toji gives you such an infuriating wink from below, â-eat this pussy the best.â
 And you would be mad at how cocky he was being - if you werenât cumming all over his pretty face.Â
Stars behind your eyes with each little lick of Tojiâs tongue as he fucks you through your high, lapping up all your sweet sweet juices.Â
âW-wait oh-â you were letting out such delirious little whines. âSâtoo sensitive- too- hngh-â
âNo-â he grits out, voice shot. âNo no no no- wanâ it. Need it.â Scrambling to pull your hips back onto his mouth. Fingers just bruising on your skin.Â
He was like a man possessed, and you can only lay there and take it as Toji tips his head back to let your slick slide, down, down, down his throat. Voice shot, as he grits out, âOh fuck, been holdinâ out on me.â Eyes unfocused and miles away as he comes up to squish your cheeks together in an embarrassing little pout. âOpen that fucking mouth.âÂ
And you barely even realize it when you are - tongue lolling out so sinfully. The only thing jolting you back to whatever senses you have left is Toji spitting in your mouth.Â
A steady, angry stream of saliva before his lips are clashing once more with yours. Purposefully letting your juices smear all over both your lips, tasting yourself and him and how desperate you were on his tongue-
âO-oh my god.â you break the kiss at the feeling of something so hard against your cunt. Delicate strings of spit snapping as you whirl down to look. Shit, when did he even take off his-
Ah, how Toji loves the breathless little whimper that leaves your lips at the sight of his too-tight boxers, the insults failing you now. Humming, âLike what ya see?âÂ
As if to prove his point, he tugs them down just enough that his rock-hard cock springs free. Fuck, you think youâll never get used to it, even after so long - Toji was so fucking massive. Flushed red, soaked in beads of precum that drip down, down, down all the way to the tufts of black at his toned pelvis.Â
So thick and angry that your legs were clenching together just at the mere sight. And Toji notices - how could he not?
âYeahâŠâ he murmurs, as if continuing a conversation from before. Muscled arms pushing your thighs apart to watch how your sloppy pussy was drooling all over the couch. âShe definitely missed me, look how much sheâs gushing.â Pooling your juices on his fingertips, âClean your act up, dollâ
âShut up.â you squeal, embarrassedly, giving Toji a glare that makes his balls squeeze so painfully. Smirking, âYouâre not even as big as him.â
Oh.Â
Well, Toji didnât like that - not one bit, in fact, as he shoves his dripping wet fingers in your mouth - pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knows will have your pretty eyes welling up with tears.
âThen why arenât you with him, you little bitch. Think I like you better when youâre f-fucked dumb.â he spits dangerously against your lips. Fisting his cock to lazily drag up and down your puffy folds. âDonât you hah- agree?â
He doesnât get to find out if you agree - and he doesnât care, either. Besides, you wouldnât be able to give an answer even if you wanted to. Because his swollen cock was too thick, the stretch too sinful, too dizzying as Toji splits you apart on his unforgiving cock.Â
âMmmpf- fuck! Hah-â you mewl, torn between running away from his cock and bucking down for more more more-
âMore?â he laughs, âYa ask him for more like this too?â
And oh how so very cute and pliant you were being stuffed full. He barely gives you the time to adjust because - why would he? Toji has his mouthy wife all breathless and splayed out so shamefully, desperately trying to milk his cock for all heâs worth.Â
Barely even halfway in, yet he rocks into you in shallow, teasing little grinds just to fit himself inside your tight pussy. So mean. Not giving a fuck about those teary whimpers leaving your mouth.
âThey ever ngh- fuck you like this?â he rasps, dropping his head to leave little bites down your tender neck. âEver h-having you crying for his dick like ngh- this?â And despite all his confidence, Toji didnât want to hear the answer - didnât want to know the truth. âSuch a slut.â
Your nails rake angrily down his sculpted shoulders - a warning, and itâs about the only thing you can do as Toji speeds up. Faster. Deeper.Â
âHeh, what? Markinâ me up for others to hah- see?â he cooes, mockingly. And you could just cry as his grin widens, finally - finally - pulling his fingers out. âWhy donât you ngh- use your words instead?â
And you should probably breathe, probably tell him to fuck you exactly the way he wants to - to confess to him that this is all youâve ever wanted on those lonely nights these past four months. But the both of you know that itâs more fun this way.
So instead, you smile sweetly, âF-fuck you. They do - a lot better, too.â
If only your voice hadnât cracked so unconvincingly at the end - if only you hadnât let out such a pornographic moan as Toji pulls your face to meet his. Kissing you over and over and his hips-
âIâm the one fucking you, doll.â he bites down on your lower lip, tugging and pushing at a senseless little rhythm - the complete opposite of his hips. âRemember that.â And thatâs all thatâs said before Tojis finally bottoming out all the way to the hilt. Heavy balls smacking sinfully against your ass, fat head just kissing your cervix. âItâs me. I donât give a hah- shit if itâs been f-four mouths, itâll always be ngh- me.â
The couch creaked in protest as Toji fucked you like it was the last thing heâd do. Like he was trying to fuck every thought of whoever came after him right out of you - along with those silly little thoughts about the divorce.
âB-but-â your eyes widen as Toji runs his mouth - as hasty and urgent as his movements now. Fingers snaking up to toy with your still-sensitive clit, not even drawing circles anymore - just messy, little patterns just to get you off. âWeâre already-â
âYou s-still think weâre oh- nothing but exes?â he questions, sounding as surprised as you felt. âWe canât stay ah- God, we canât stay apart and you fuckinâ know it. SoâŠâ
You gulp, already knowing the answer to the question he was just goading you into asking. âSo?âÂ
âSoâŠâ Toji muses, giving your swollen lips a short, chaste peck. Whispering against them, âMâgonna hah- fuck you till everyone knows youâre mine.â
A promise that Toji Fushiguro was well and fully intent on fulfilling. And you didnât doubt that heâd have any trouble with it, in fact.Â
Because heâs rutting into you so animalistically now, so so sloppy. Torn between savoring the feeling of your plushy walls squeezing him to insanity and abusing your poor cervix. Prominent veins making you feel a maddening little thump thump thump as he roams for that one-
âAh! Hngh- Toji!â
Found it.Â
And Toji had everything he needed - you, his wife, spread so sinfully and stuffed to the brim with him. Hitting your sweet spot over and over-Â
âNo loserâs gonna fuck you like this.â he breathes against your ear. âHave you ngh- feeling this good.â
âI- ngh- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-â you let out, hips mindlessly bucking down in a pathetic attempt to meet his rough thrusts. âSâtoo- hah- oh my god. Sâtoo good-â
âShut up.â Oh he sounds so absolutely wrecked. Sanity crumbling away bit by bit every time heâs plunging his cock - so painfully hard - into your wet pussy. âDo you even ah- realize how sexy you look right now?â Toji throws his head back, eyes still locked on you like it killed him to look away. âNever lettinâ anyone else s-see ya like this. Theyâre gonna look at you and see me-â
You donât even know what heâs babbling about anymore. Just that his achingly hard cock was making such a mess of you, pulling back only to go deeper. Massaging all the right spots as fucked you harder into the couch.Â
âMe-â he gasps. âThat date is gonna fuck- know,â Hips stuttering and absolutely filthy, âThat cashier d-down the ngh- street that eyes you up every time is gonna know-â Angry. Desperate. So, so needy. âYour fucking lawyer- ngh- sâgonna know. Theyâll s-see you and see me me me me-â
At this point you can only nod deliriously, letting out a broken little, âHngh- yeah, wanâ that, Toji. Wanâ you so bad.â
Toji presses another chaste kiss - this time to your forehead. Whispering a quiet, âThen cum fâme, doll.â
You do - the hardest you ever think you ever have in your entire life. Thighs shaking, vision spotty, sparks of white-hot electricity going all the way from your hazy brain to where Toji was fucking you through it.
Muffling your moans with his mouth as he gives one, harsh thrust. Then spilling into your gummy walls, painting it all an obscene white with rope after rope of hot cum.Â
So wet and hot - with him. All him.Â
And you look so cute taking it all like the good little wife that you are, that he canât help but press down on your lower stomach. Awe-struck at how your cunt gushes around him, coating his twitching cock as Toji fucks his seed deeper and deeper into you.Â
But, hell, that wasnât his favorite part - not by a long shot. Instead, it was probably when you pulled him into his arms, whispering sweet little nonsense in his ear about âhow you missed thisâ and âthat date wasnât real anywayâ as he fucks the two of you through your highs. Sweet. Familiar.Â
âOh, God-â he mutters into the crook of your neck, slightly calmer now. Much more clear-minded than the two of you were mere seconds before. âWe broke the couch.âÂ
And it was true - one side was sagging much more than the other. Though you can only let out a giggle in response. Doesnât matter, the two of youâll pick out a new one tomorrow - he always hated this new one, anyway. âHappy anniversary, wifey.â
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âDamn kid, that olâ dad of yours sure is running late.â Shiu crosses and uncrosses his legs with slight nervousness. Eyeing the small, dark-haired boy playing with blocks a few feet away, âMaybe we should-â
âItâs okay. Heâll be back.â Megumi deadpans, sounding like the absolute last thing on his mind was why his dad was taking way too long for what shouldâve been a half an hour errand. Shiu - on the other hand - had his mind whirling with imaginations of traffic accidents or murders or- what if the two of you killed each other- âAnd heâll bring back mama too.â
You could almost hear the record screech to a halt. The older man stared wide-eyed at a slightly-smiling Megumi. âWhat?â
âNothing.â
âWait- no, what did you-â
âNothing.â
Because, hey, Megumi mightâve had to go without his favorite wolf plushie for a bit - but a magician never reveals his tricks, right?
A/N. So how does it feel to be played by a kid, hm?
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Actually I'm not done talking about Mr. Simon Fucks-Himself-Stupid Riley just yet :(
I'm picturing a scenario where you, a civilian, are visiting your boyfriend at his base. Maybe you're there to deliver something, like a file he forgot at home or the lunch he said he didn't need. Either way, whatever your cover story for being there is, the end result is the same: you, on your back, knees up by your ears, sprawled across Simon's desk as he fucks you like his life depends on it.
Being a Lieutenant grants him the luxury of having a private office where he can engage in such extracurriculars, but that doesn't mean it's without some major risks â namely, prying ears that might be lurking in the hallway outside.
But being discreet shouldn't be an issue, should it? I mean, a man known infamously as âGhostâ should have no problem staying quiet, right?
Wrong.
Turns out, not only does that tight hole of yours reduce your boyfriend to a dumb, drooling mess, it makes him a dumb, drooling mess who can't keep his fucking mouth shut.
So while you have the wherewithal to clamp a hand over your lips to try muffling your lewd noises, Simon is out here moaning and groaning unabashedly like something sent forward in time from the Paleolithic. You could try asking him to cover his mouth, but it seems an impossible task; his hands are a little preoccupied with making sure he doesn't fuck you right over the edge of his desk.
While you don't want to stop, you also don't want to get caught, so you settle for urging him to keep it down. It's after a third softly gasped âN-Need to be qu-quiet, Siâ that your warning finally worms its way into his brain, and he acts in a way to appease you, just⊠not how you expect.
Swiftly, Simon removes his hold of your waist and brings one of his arms forward. He grabs for the center of his t-shirt, tugs the material up, and quickly stuffs the fabric into his mouth.
It only takes a split second for the action to happen, but immediately, you see how effective it is. The moment that standard, army-issued tee is captured between Simon's teeth, there's a drastic reduction of noise in the room.
Now, he can fuck into you with reckless abandon, and he snaps his hips forward with enough force to make your whole body ripple. Even as you pulse and constrict around him (sometimes inadvertently, sometimes not), the sounds that climb their way up Simon's throat are heavily dampened by his cotton gag.
It's as Simon begins the ascent to his peak that the cloth in his mouth really comes into play. As he pumps into you, he starts grunting lowly, gutturally, exhaling through his nostrils in quick, harsh bursts. It's a deep sound, animalistic in nature, like a bull huffing before it digs its heels into the dirt and charges.
His thrusts turn sloppier and sloppier the closer he nears his high, his hips propelled forward only by some basic hindbrain instinct. His lashes start to flutter, his eyes roll towards the back of their sockets, and when he cums, he throws his head back in a full-blown snarl.
Simon's a bit shaky on his feet after he climaxes in you, but he manages to pull out before he stumbles backwards, plopping down heavily into his chair. As you start cleaning yourself up, you see how he makes no attempt to move. He just sits there, completely brainless, pants around his ankles and t-shirt still tucked between his teeth. You have to walk over to him and purposefully tug on the shirt to get him to release it, and once it's freed, you see the damage that's been done.
In the center of Simon's shirt rests a big, blotchy wet spot, like he's tried to do his own slobbery take on the classic Rorschach test. The fabric's been wrinkled to all hell and there's a few imprints left behind from where his teeth had bitten down, and if you were to inspect the hem closely, you'd see where he popped a stitch or two in his ecstasy.
The sight of his mangled shirt has you tutting in disapproval. He can't walk out of his office looking like this, and he certainly can't forgo wearing a shirt altogether. What would the people around base say if they saw their normally put together Lieutenant looking so unkempt? You don't think he'd ever hear the end of it, nor would you for that matter.
In the meantime, as you wait for Simon's brains to un-liquify themselves, maybe you can scrounge up something else for him to wear. There's got to be something lying around here to help make him presentable once again. It's too bad as part of your cover you didn't think to bring an extra set of clothes to change into.
You'll have to remember for next time.
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI â° 8:46
âDo you have dimples?â
Bakugou doesnât understand it himself, but you always find your way back to his house after your first visitâasking these out-of-the-blue questions that seem to have no end to them. Itâs like a curse has befallen him, one that follows him wherever he goes.
For a moment, his eyes snap in your direction, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side, though his intense glare never once wavers. He didnât know what the hell you were getting at, and he wasnât sure if he had the strength to even want to know why you were asking about something so random.
Honestly, he should be used to it by now. But the thing is, he isnât, because sooner or later youâll be popping out of nowhere with another of your pointless questions.
âHah?â
âI asked, do you have dimples?â you repeated.
His eye twitches at the repeated question, and as much as heâd like to give you a snappy remark to get you to stop, he canât seem to come up with one. So, for the time being, he decides to humor you (and hope for the best that you drop it and move onto another topic).
âWhy the hell are you asking?â
âBecause Kaminari and I made a bet whether you have dimples or not. I went with yes, you do have themâeven if itâs a singular dimple, but Kaminari says otherwise,â you explained, tapping your finger softly against the coffee table.
He scoffs at the childish reason. âAnd what makes you think I do have one?â
âA hunch,â you said, shrugging your shoulders. âI also have just one.â You smiled, showing off your obvious singular dimple on your right cheek.
Bakugou glances at your dimple for a brief moment, eyes scanning over your face and the way that the dimple seemed to perfectly dip into the soft skin of your cheek. He almost found himself entranced for a moment, but his gaze returned to your eyes as he huffed out in mock disinterest.
He was about to dismiss your hunchâmaybe just flat-out refuse to even show youâor come up with a lie. But Bakugou Katsuki wasnât a liar.
âWhat happens if you win the bet?â
âI get 3000 yen,â you answered.
Thatâs a lot, he thought.
âI can pay you 3000 yen to shut the fuck up and stop with the useless questions.â
âThereâs no fun in that!â
He scoffs again as he leans back against the sofa, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at your stupidity. He eyed you for a moment, his head tilting to the side as he sighed. âAnd what happens if you lose the bet?â
âHe gets 3000 yen.â
Bakugou almost wanted to laugh at the fact that you were putting so much faith and money on a simple guess, but he managed to hold back on the amused expression and forced himself to remain calm and unbothered.
He leaned back a bit more, relaxing against the plush seats, letting out a mocking âtchâ before he said, âWhat if I donât show you if I have a damn dimple or not?â
âPlease? Oh my god, Bakugou. Donât do this to me now! Kaminariâs going to do a âvictory danceâ when he finds out he won by default,â you half-whined.
He was about to give you his final choice when suddenly you started whining at him. Bakugou rose an eyebrow at you, lips quirking to a frown. As idiotic as it is to him, it looks like it was quite a serious matter to you.
âTch. Whatever.â
You threw your hands to your face, groaning. âPretty please, with a cherry on top? Spare me some sympathyâand be a team player for once!â
He found himself fighting a scowl at the way you acted. It was somewhat different this time around, and it was making him feel weird. Damn it. Youâre a goddamn nuisance.
âAlright, fine. Justââ He motioned with his hand for you to come closer, an almost annoyed expression on his face. âIf you tell anyone else about this other than Dunce Face, Iâll make sure you donât ever see the next sunrise.â
âThat doesnât sound heroic at allâbut yes, of course!â you cheered. âJust a little smile, and I shall confirm the goods.â
âYeah, yeah. Shut up,â he muttered under his breath, already regretting giving into your stupid request but at the same time knowing that he would never let Kaminari win against you in all circumstances possible.
He let out a huff and hesitantly let the sides of his own lips quirk up into a half-assed attempt at a smile, but from the way it was so rigid, it looked more like a painful grimace.
You gave him a confused, somewhat flat look in return. âDude, you look like youâre about to shit yourselfâmmph! â You didnât get to finish what you were saying as Bakugouâs palms immediately squished your cheeks together to shut you up.
âOh shut it, dipshit,â Bakugou grumbled, his grip on your cheeks tightening ever so slightly as he forced you to pout your lips. âYou were asking for a smile. I give one, and you wanna give me smart ass remarks about it?â
âI didnâ even gwet toh shee anythinâ! Thatâs how bwad ith was,â you muffled out through pouty lips.
âAre you gonna keep yapping and bitching about what you asked for, or are you gonna accept my goddamn smile?â
âFine, fine!â you yielded, pushung his hands away from your face. âDo it one more time, and Iâll actually check this time.â
He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he were wondering if you were going to actually do as you said or go against it and keep making smart-ass comments. But as you yielded, he let out a sigh and decided heâd rather just get this done and over with.Â
Less hassle for him.
He repeated his âsmileâ from before, which looked more like a forced sneer, and he waited for your verdict. This was his last straw; he was going to murder you (not).
You had to hold back your laughter but failed to do so. âI really canâtâ Bakugou, please! â you mused, hitting his shoulder playfully. âYour âsmileâ reminds me of that time Kirishima had to hold the biggest shit before the bell rings.â
That caught Bakugou off guard. He remembered the memory of Kirishimaâs panicked expression and the weird waddle heâd walked around in as he desperately tried to find a bathroom made Bakugou snort under his breath.
âOh my god, youâre laughing!â you gawked. âAnd have a dimple! Just a singular one, like mine! Weâre matching.â
There it was. A singular dimple on his left cheek.
Bakugou tried to regain his lost composure and let out a scoff in an attempt to mask the slight tint of pink that reached the tip of his ears. He forced his hand onto your face, shoving you (lightly, if he may add) away from him to prevent you from getting another look at his dimple.
âItâs not a worldwide discovery, dumbass. I can fucking laugh if I want to, and itâs just a fucking indent on the cheek.â
âStill cute,â you shrugged, pulling up your phone to text Kaminari. âI need to let Kami know that I won the bet, then we celebrate with bubble teaâ my treat!â
âHey waitâ Youââ
He tried to protest against your sudden celebration, wanting to tell you that he wasnât going to let you treat him for anything. This whole damn thing started because of a stupid bet, and he doesnât really find joy in gaining something from it, but as you pulled out your phone and began to text Kaminari, he sighed and leaned back again with his arms crossed tight against his chest.
âWhatever. Youâre fucking annoying.â
âKay,â you answered. âAlso, your actual smile is pretty charming, if you ask me. Itâs different from the usual sneer you have on your face. Thatâs just my opinion, though.â
Bakugouâs face grew a bit warm at your unexpected compliment, but he quickly tried to hide it and turned his head to avert his gaze away from you. His mouth opened to reply with a snappy remark or something like that, but he found himself hesitating.
He eventually scoffed and muttered a low, âTch. Stop spouting nonsense.â
âBakugou Katsuki has a singular dimple,â you sing-songed aloud, though you knew that no one would hear since his parents werenât even home.
Bakugou felt his eyes twitch at your teasing, resisting the urge to tell you off and even going as far as to just punch your shoulder lightly. âShut the fuck up, dipshit.â
He later found out that there was no bet, and you had just made up the whole scenario to confirm your curiosity. That Bakugou Katsuki does have a dimple, a singular one at that.
Could you imagine how furious he was?
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BUY ME PRESENTS | draco malfoy
summary; draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official. OR, draco malfoy fighting for his life when he realises just how much everyone wants his girl.
word count; 8928
notes; this is based on christmas eve, but I'm posted a couple days later! this fic puts us half way through our slytherin boy holidays! I'm not sure how the one I expected to be the shortest became the longest one so far. like, seriously, I know I keep saying this but wtf? why can't I write a short fic?
Dinner had already been served by the time you made it to the Grand Hall, the smells of roasted meats and seasoned potatoes filling the air, your mouth watering as you navigated between the throngs of people. Your seat had been saved, of course. A spot on the bench between Draco and Daphne, and as you neared, your friends noticed, smiles rising and waves in your direction.Â
Sinking into your seat, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the blond boy beside you, his face tipping up to receive it and lips twisting into a smile, attention moving to you as you sat.Â
âGood day?â
âBetter now that itâs over.â You smiled, a chuckle falling from him, and his hand came to rest upon your thigh, squeezing comfortingly while you helped yourself to a plate of whatever food was left. âWhat are we talking about, what did I miss?â
âNot much. Just Theo telling us all about Christmas in Italy.â Mattheo rolled his eyes, as though you all hadn't heard this exact same speech since that very first Christmas youâd become friends. Most of the group seemed to have simply tuned it out, laughing and nodding at the correct times as they whispered their own conversations.Â
A swipe of a thumb over your thigh as you finished filling your plate with food, and you shifted your attention to Draco. âSo, what are your Christmas plans, Dray?â
Shuffling a little bit closer now that your plate was full, his arm moved to lay across your shoulders instead, letting you snuggle up into his side. âOh, you know, the usual.âÂ
He smiled, and your world seemed to get a little bit brighter, his lips brushing your hairline as he left a barely-present kiss there.Â
âTypical Malfoy-family Christmas. I get to do the tour with my parents, visiting every other rich-arsehole couple they know. Christmas Eve party. The pleasure of my fatherâs annual âyouâre growing up now, son, itâs time to get serious about the worldâ over the dinner table on Christmas Day. Open some presents I donât want, on a schedule I donât like.â He sighed, clearly used to it by now, but it didnât make it sound any less awful.
âWell,â You smile, nudging him playfully with your elbow. âMaybe we could write to one another, or even get a little visit in?âÂ
The hope in your voice was evident, and Pansy gave you an encouraging smile across the table. Youâd been meaning to ask Draco this question for weeks now, and your last chance had been fast approaching. Since the summer, you and Draco had been hooking up. It was no secret among your friends, or even the students; your affections for one another were hardly contained, but it wasn't official.Â
You wanted the labels, the security, and the safety of knowing that he was yours and you were his, and nobody else could come between you. You wanted to be introduced to his parents, be his date at events, to have him be proud to call you his girl. But Draco had been hesitant, avoiding every conversation that might inch into the âso, what are we?â territory, keeping a safe distance from any kind of real commitment.Â
It wasnât enough for you anymore, not by a long shot, but trying to talk to Draco about it only ended up with him shutting it down, or skilfully diverting the conversation and you were growing tired of his games.Â
Draco only made a vague noise, neither an agreement nor disagreement, and looked away from you as he picked up his drink to take a sip. âI donât know⊠maybe. I can get pretty busy over the holidays, Iâd hate to let you down.â
Another skill of his, making it seem like cancelling or delaying or not doing something at all was your idea. He was clearly hoping youâd brush it off, and tell him not to worry about it, but instead, you kept quiet. Not giving him the satisfaction of any easy win, this time.Â
Pansy caught your eye across the table, shaking her head disapprovingly, and shooting a glare at an oblivious Draco. She had been your confidant these last few months, every update and development in your situationship, sheâd been informed of. Every decision, sheâd been a part of. She was practically as invested as you were, at this point, and she certainly did not approve of his nonchalant behaviour either.Â
âSpeaking of parties,â Mattheo cut Theo off, clearly having had enough of the annual rehashing of âthat one Christmas when Theo was eightâ for today, and changing the subject, âWhoâs got their dates sorted for the Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball, and whoâs daring to go solo and have Narcissa set them up like a matchmaker all night long?â
Chuckles rang out among the group, and Pansy smiled, leaning into Blaiseâs side with a love-struck grin. âI think weâre safe this year.â
âIâm going solo, but, I did tell Aunty Cissa that I have my eye on a girl in one of my classes, and Iâm seeing how it plays out. So, sheâs not setting me up anytime soon, since she believes Iâm already onto someone.â Enzo smirked, and Blaise congratulated him for his clever tactics.Â
You smirked through your mouthful of food, listening to Mattheo explain his complex excuse, to Reggie mournfully spill the story of how heâs already been set up by his parents witha âpotential bride to meetâ, and how he hopes she doesnât show up. You laugh with the others as Tom simply raises an eyebrow, knowing that even Narcissa doesnât attempt to set him up anymore, lest he scare away any more of her friendsâ daughters. Theo, ever the player he is, is looking forward to dancing with every single lady he can find, and taking his pick at the end of the night.
âI suppose nobody needs to ask Draco who his date will be.â Mattheo grins, wiggling his brows at the pair of you as you smile, leaning a little further into the man at your side.Â
âHey, who knows?â He chortles, and your eyes narrow a little, âIâve had plenty of offers. I havenât made up my mind yet.â
âOooh.â Enzoâs eyes went wide, the other boys joining in, and Pansy fixed him with a glare. Daphne leaned around you with her jaw dropped at his statement, and you sat up from his embrace, lips pressed flat and a brow raised.Â
The boys snickered, âheâs in shitâ and âsomeoneâs in the doghouseâ, but he lived for the spotlight, a drama queen at heart, and he smirked down at you.Â
âOh, câmon. Donât look at me like that, babe.â The playful nickname was one he only ever used when joking around. When he was sincere, he was much more romantic; darling, sweetheart, beautiful. âWhat am I supposed to say? âHi mum, hello father, meet the girl Iâm skipping class to shag! Thanks for paying my tuition!â, I donât think so.â
The boys all laughed, Daphne scoffed in sync with her sister behind you, and Pansy looked like sheâd lunge across the table at any moment, if it wasnât for her chastising Blaise for laughing, instead. âYou and Draco can share that couch youâll both be sleeping on tonightâ, sheâd said. âSee how funny you think it is thenâ.
The words stung as he spoke them, dismantling your relationship down to the bare minimum; to sex and physical connection and nothing else. Like the nights spent talking until the sun came up were nothing, the times youâd held him while he cried, or washed him in the bath when he was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open. Like he didnât rub your stomach for hours every month when you got cramps, or had a stash of your favourite snacks in his bedside table for whenever you came over.Â
You knew that Draco Malfoy lived you, just as much as you loved him. It was evident in everything he did, every kiss and every word. But, he needed a little push.
âI suppose youâre right,â You sigh lightly, giggling along with the laughing boys around the table. âIâm not so sure Lucius wouldn't burst a blood vessel then and there.â
âExactly.â Draco hummed, and you glanced back to Pansy. She was shocked, only for a second, before taking in the subtle signs of mischief on your face. Her own smirk stretched out in return, and her gaze flickered once to Draco, before back to you.Â
A new game was afoot, and Draco wasnât going to stand a chance.
Slipping your coat from your shoulders, the annual Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball was well underway. Your parents had disappeared into the crowds before youâd even stepped out of the carriage, uncaring of where you were as long as you werenât causing trouble. They were here to mingle with the other importants, and you were just here to learn the ropes of proper socialising.
The garment was taken from you, your small bag clutched in hand as a ticket was given to you for it, and you brushed down the front of your dress delicately. Pearls moved under your touch, beading along the bodice flat and perfected, and you felt your confidence rise as you looked at yourself once more in the reflection of a dark window. Adjusting the small lace gloves on each hand, you took a step towards the dining room.Â
Elegant music was playing from a live band up on a stage, the room was decorated this year to look like a winter escape. Pale and frosty, like a palace of ice, twinkling lights and glittering decor, crisp white tablecloths and ice sculptures. A layer of goosebumps travelled along your skin at the sight of it all, despite the warming charms that took place for the guests.Â
Scanning the room, you quickly found your table. The designated kids table, despite you all being legal adults and far beyond such status. Youâd all be the babies of the ball until the new generation emerged, no doubt. Moving through the bodies and crowds of people politely, Theo was the first to glance up and spot you, his mouth falling open, and a rush of confidence took over as he raised two fingers to his lips and whistled.Â
The sound caught the attention of the othersâ chatter fading to quiet as they all turned to look for the object of his cat-calling, Enzoâs eyes widened, Pansy cheered loudly, and even Mattheo looked momentarily speechless. Youâd had the same reaction when youâd seen yourself in the dress too, your stylist had truly outdone herself for this one.Â
You looked flawless, and you looked expensive, and utterly elegant. Doing a little spin as you approached, a smile broke free on your lips as you stopped before the chair with your name card before it.Â
âMerlin, babe,â Pansy started, drawing your attention straight her her, âYouâve got every eye on you tonight. If I was single, Iâd be all over you.âÂ
She winked when you laughed, and Blaise rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek affectionately.Â
âPretty necklace,â She commented, and your fingers rose to the pretty string of pearls and diamonds that you had.Â
âIt was a gift,â You simply hummed, tugging at your gloves. Glancing at the others, you gave each a polite smile, eyes lingering on Draco as he stared. In any other style, this dress would be scandalous for an event like this. A low neckline, spaghetti straps, no sleeves. Tight and fitted to every curve of your body, and yet the classic designs and vintage nature elevated it to the kind of class Audrey Hepburn would be proud of.Â
He looked just as good, a dark suit, a fresh white shirt, a champagne-coloured tie that made the colour of his eyes and his hair stand out and your mouth dried out a little. Silver rings adorned his fingers, the Malfoy signet standing out, clenched so tightly around his whiskey glass that his knuckles were almost white.Â
Youâd worn soft, golden makeup effects today, a dusting of glitter along your cheekbones and eyelids, a shade of pink on your cheeks and lips that you knew was his weakness.Â
âSomeone really wanted your attention with that, huh?â Your best friend teased, and your eyes snapped away from Draco, back to her.Â
âI suppose so,â You muse, hand coming up to touch one of the beads on your ear, âSince they also got me this lovely pair of matching earrings.â
Pansy made a dramatic show of admiring them, and Blaise gave a funny look, glancing at the jewellery, and then back at Draco, who was frowning. Before you could reach for your chair after placing your clutch down, Enzo was shooting to his feet from beside you, tugging out the chair for you.Â
Draco scoffed as you gave him a thank you, settling into your seat, and he glared at the man beside you. Enzo didnât flinch, however, smirking at Draco as he spoke;
âWhat? Itâs called being a gentleman, cousin.â
Crossing your leg delicately, youâd hardly even removed your gloves, before a tray was coming down by your side, and a young waiter with a dazzling smile was looking right at you.Â
âChampagne, maâam?â Not a planned pawn in your game, but a welcome addition, you smiled sweetly in return.Â
âOh, Iâd love some. Thank you.â Taking the single glass by the stem, you lifted it from the tray and the manâs smile stretched wider as you sipped the bubbly, holding his eye.Â
âOf course, miss. If you need anything, anything at all, Iâll be at the bar, happy to serve.â His flirting was heavy enough that normally youâd want to roll your eyes, but tonight, you suppressed that urge, playing into it as you bat your lashes.Â
âIâll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you.â
He took the dismissal, staring appreciatively as he walked away, another look over his shoulder to you as you watched him go.Â
âStop eye-fucking the help.â Draco snapped, and your focus moved to him slowly, just to find his icy glare on you. He didnât scare you, though, all that mean bravado, but you knew what was underneath.Â
âI was doing no such thing.â You tut, placing down your drink. âDonât be jealous, Dray. You look even better in that suit. If you want compliments, just ask. No need to be mean.â
He seemed rather placated by this, his ego settling down, even if the others did laugh at him.
The conversation seemed to continue around you as you settled in, avoiding Dracoâs heated stare and sipping at your champagne. The rush of warming alcohol through your veins settled every dancing nerve, and gave you the calm confidence to do what you had planned. Sitting forwards, just enough, you angled your body so that Draco might have the perfect view over your cleavage as you feigned interest in the chatter around you.Â
He took the bait, his gaze falling right where you wanted it, the gems of your necklace dangling just over the swell of your breasts, and he licked his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.
Raising your hands and catching the swinging gem, you toyed with it carefully, letting it run over your fingers. Time melted away as Dracoâs gaze flicked between your nimble touch, your lips, and your chest, shuffling in his seat every so often, and gulping at the bubbly in his glass.Â
He was on his third refill by the time food started to be taken around, and you took pity on him momentarily, sitting back in your chair and angling away from him, ready to receive your first course.Â
As the starters came around, you turned to thank your waiter, surprised to see it was the same man from the bar who had brought you your champagne. Youâd given him little thought since heâd walked away, and youâd never spotted him again, but perhaps that was exactly why he was delivering your food now, as he beamed at you and set down the plate.Â
Men did love a little attention, after all.Â
Reaching for the bottle of champagne cooling in the centre of the table, the waiter never looked away from you as he refilled your glass without being asked. Draco finally seemed to notice as he finished adjusting his napkin, gaze narrowing on the man serving you. âYouâve got to be kidding meâŠâ He muttered.
You pretended to take no notice, smiling at the man and waving your fingers flirtily as he walked away.
âIâm going to get another drink at the bar,â He announced, leaving without his glass and without asking if anyone else wanted one. You knew where he was truly going, if the lock of his jaw and the stamp in his step were any indication. You doubted youâd be seeing that waiter again.
As you poked at your food, Pansy excused herself too, only a few bites into her meal before she disappeared with a wicked grin and no explanation to anyone. Enzo just chuckled beside you, glancing around the room like he was watching all the cogs of a machine in motion, before turning his gaze on you. âYou do look lovely tonight, do you know that?â
âOf course I do. I spent days on end trying on dress after dress to find this.â You sighed, admiring the gorgeous piece of art on your body as you set your cutlery down.Â
âAnd is it serving the purpose you need it to?â He teased, voice knowing, and you nodded. Flicking your gaze over the patrons and guests in the room, you searched for Draco, finding him talking politely to one of his motherâs friends at the bar.Â
âIt is, I think.â
âLetâs hope it stays that way.â He whispered, your focus still on the man who truly held your heart, who was making his polite excuse and walking way, back towards you all. His gaze locked on yours, only for a second, before Pansy was calling your name and drawing your focus elsewhere.Â
When you looked up to her, she was grinning, a man by her side. âThis is Elliot, heâs been wanting to meet you for some time. I promised him Iâd introduce you both tonight.â
You offered the best smile you could as his cheeks reddened, and Pansy merely patted him on the shoulder, slinking away as you offered your hand to him. âLovely to meet you, Elliot.â
âYou too. As embarrassing as that introduction was, itâs true. I have wanted to meet you for some time.â He had a kind smile and pretty eyes, and he seemed far too nice to be dragged into your game tonight, but he seemed almost like a willing participant, and you werenât one to look a gift horse in the mouth. As Draco took his seat, Elliot continued, âPansy has told me so much about you. You know, if youâre free one day before you go back to that fancy boarding school of yours, Iâd love to take you out.â
âYeah? What have you got in mind?â You smile, twisting a little more to face him, and your encouragement only brightens his expression as Dracoâs darkens in your peripheral.
âA night in London, perhaps. We could get dinner, and see the opera?â
âShe doesnât like the opera.â Draco sneered, openly staring at Elliot with enough contempt to scare away lesser men. Elliot tugged at his collar, glancing at Draco, and then back to you as you tried to hide your shock at his behaviour.
âThe theatre, then?â
Draco looked ready to snap again, and before he could, you nodded, sparing your unwilling partner. âThat sounds wonderful, Iâll see what my schedule says. Iâll get in touch with you through Pansy if I can find the time, is that okay?â
âPerfect.â He smiled, sneaking another wary glance at Draco who was not backing down from glaring at him unflinchingly, but Elliot shook it off, bravely. âIt was a pleasure to meet you, truly.â
âAnd you, Elliot.â
Soon after he left, the plates were being cleared. You tried not to smirk as a different waiter, and one who very pointedly did not so much as even catch your gaze, cleared your dishes away at record speed.Â
You knew that Draco had something, everything, to do with that. He was jealous by nature, a spoilt single child who did not like to share his favourite toys, and that is exactly what you were betting on tonight.
You stood, taking a lap around the room with Pansy to settle your food before the next course, and to get another drink. She took the opportunity to fill you in on how her first Christmas event with Blaiseâs family had gone, and when you returned, you made sure to surreptitiously place yourself behind Dracoâs chair.Â
You placed a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture, squeezing and rubbing enough that your thumb swept over his collar and across his neck. His pulse jumped under your touch, and he tipped his head closer, into your touch.Â
As he did so, your heart leapt in your chest. To others, it might look like a friendly gesture but to you, it meant so much more. You were tempted to cave then and there, to live with this being enough, to settle, but you couldn't. You didnât want this to be it, you wanted to follow this by leaning down to kiss him, to have him smile against your lips in public the way he did when you were alone.Â
To arrive at these events together, arms linked, and to stumble out tiredly together too. To sit by him, his hand on your thigh, to rest your head on his shoulder, to kiss him on the dance floor. The thought was enough to push you through.Â
He twisted his head, to kiss your hand like he often did when you did this. Carefully, you slipped your hand away just in time, knuckles brushing across the nape of his neck as you stepped away, and back to your seat.Â
His sights moved to you, but like a saving grace, the servers began to appear with more dishes, and dinner soon distracted you all. A delicious serving of salmon and potatoes, and the hall fell quiet enough for you to hear the beautiful music playing when chatter fell low.Â
Low conversation, drinks refilled, and that perfect mood set across the room, as people took to the tables and quieted down. Your favourite part of the night, usually. Good food, your friends, and a chance to catch up without the usual weight of it all sitting on you. Regulus was talking, telling the rare story that had him caught up in a long conversation where he usually just observed quietly, but your attention was fixed on your lover.Â
Until, Theo spoke up.Â
âOh, merda,â He muttered across Reggieâsâ story, his gaze cutting to you alarmingly quickly. âI forgot to tell you.â
âTell me what?â Your heart skipped a beat, a flash of panic.
âMy cousin flew in last minute for the party, and he wants to speak to you.â Theoâs words soothed your panic, and you offered him a flat look for the dramatic way heâd put it. Taking a sip from your glass, you raised a brow.
âWhen?â
âNow.â He confirmed, sights lifting to sit just behind you, and before you could even turn, a chair was being pulled up beside your own from another table. Turning your head to the owner, a smile burst across your face at the man sitting before you.Â
âDario!â Your arms were around his neck before you could stop yourself, and he was chuckling as he bundled you into an equally enthusiastic hug. He chuckled lightly, pulling back only far enough to press a friendly kiss to your cheek, and you cupped his face as you parted from him. âYouâre growing a beard!â
âMy mother hates it.â He chuckled, rubbing a hand over it. As you twisted a little more towards him, he reached down, practically manhandling you as he reached for the edge of your seat by your legs, tugging it sideways to face him. You squealed as the chair jolted, screeching on the floor, tugging you closer as he leaned in. âSei incantevole.â
âAre you charming me in Italian?â You smirk, a boyish smile on his face as he lounged back in his seat. âWhat are you doing here, anyway? Theo said none of you were flying in this year! I thought you couldn't make it.â
âI couldn't,â He sighed, shrugging, âBut, then I heard that you would be here, without a date, and I knew I just had to make it. So, here I am, la mia bella donna. You think a short flight from Italy would stop me rushing over here to you?â
Your giggle was against your control. Even if he was more like family than a romantic interest, the way his accent twisted around coyly spoken words, was enough to bring a blush to even the most unreceptive womanâs face. âCut it out, you flirt.â
âYouâll save me a dance later, right?â
âWeâll see.â He rose his brow, and you lifted your glass, taking a sip of bubbly to hide your smile, leaving him hanging. âDepends on how much more of your cheesy flirting I can endure.â
âYou mean my wonderful Italian charm?â He teased, pinching one of your cheeks, and deepening the flush he had already created. âDonât think I donât see the way I make you blush.
You could only scoff, mouth dry as you tried to think of a retort, and you didnât miss Theo muttering in Italian behind you, curse words youâd picked up on tumbling from his mouth.Â
âPerhaps this can convince you,â Dario reaches for his inner pocket, producing a small, slim box. An excited squeak breaks from you as he hands it over, your fingers brushing the elegant leather, an Italian name embossed across the front. âOpen it later, alright?â
You could only nod, admiring it happily, before slipping the box safely inside of your clutch. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles as he stood. A final wink as he offered you hid charming goodbyes, and a farewell to the rest of the table, before returning his borrowed chair to where he had taken it from.Â
You watched as your friend left, disappearing into the crowd, no doubt to mingle and socialise as he had always been so good at, before you swung back around in your chair.Â
âHe taught you everything you know, huh, Nott?â
Theo only shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face. âWhat can I say, tesoro? We Nott men just have charm. Weâll woo your panties right off.â He winked, the cockiness not lasting long as Draco swung at him, a fist landing roughly on his arm as the Malfoy heir scowled, glaring at his best friend.Â
âCut it out.â He growled the words through gritted teeth, and your hand shot up, rubbing at your lip to hide your grin as Draco made no effort to hide his own emotions. Theo only laughed, rubbing at the patch on his arm heâd taken the hit.
Dessert was served, a beautiful display of ice cream and winter berries that almost looked too good to eat. The key word being almost. You hadn't been able to resist, however, and the first small groan youâd let out as the sugar hit your tongue had Dracoâs gaze snapping straight to you. I did not leave, once, after.Â
Instead, he watched, through a dark gaze, every curl of your lips around the spoon, every swipe of your tongue to catch the juice of burst berries. If youâd put on a little extra show, just for him, nobody else had to know.Â
It was like he was staring right into your soul, so intense, even after the meal was long since finished. Finally, you indulged him once again, turning to look at him and raising a brow. âYes, Draco?â
âYou look beautiful tonight, I am simply admiring.â He let his gaze move across you slowly, making his admiration apparent, and his gaze lingered a fraction of a second longer on your neck. He stared at you with open adoration, the kind of look that told you exactly how he felt, even if he was fighting it, but he was close to breaking. He was close to losing this game he didnât know he was playing. Then, his gaze flickered over your shoulder, sweet observation morphing. His brows drew together, his open hand slamming down on the table hard enough to make the glass rattle. âOh, fucking hellâŠâ
Mattheo erupted with sudden laughter, loud and brash, and there was a tap on your shoulder before you could even ask him what had him in such hysterics. A young man you did not know, perhaps a few years younger than you, and glanced around the table to see which of your friends had put this one together. Each seemed to have caught on in their own time, and had a hand in adding to the fun, to watch Draco suffer more, but none of them were laying any claim to this one.Â
âIâve been watching you all evening, and you are beautiful.â He smiled, stuttering over his words slightly, and Draco made no shy show of his disdain, rolling his eyes and making a disapproving sound. âI was wondering if you might grant me the pleasure of a dance?â
âShe would dance with you,â Enzo interrupted, before you could speak at all, leaning forward toward the edge of your chair from his own, and you could have kissed him in gratitude for saving you. âBut, she promised me her first dance. Isnât that right, love? And I think now is the perfect time. Letâs go.â
Offering you his hand, you took it, letting him sweep you away without a secondâs delay, navigating you both to the dance floor and twirling you expertly into his arms. One hand clasped your own, the other sitting at a respectable place on your waist, your own on his shoulder, and he fell into the well-rehearsed steps of a classical ballroom dance heâd been doing since he could walk.Â
You let out a shaky sigh, relief flooding your veins as you looked back to your seat, noticing that the boy had taken Enzoâs rejection well and disappeared, not hanging around and waiting for your return.Â
âYouâre killing him slowly, like a predator playing with its prey,â Enzo smirked, neither of you needing to clarify who you were talking about, as he brought up his cousin.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âReally?â He chuckled, spinning you out before pulling you back in, sharp actions that made you dizzy with their accuracy, and you grinned as he brought you tumbling right back into his arms, perfectly. If heâd been trying to win you over, his dancing alone wouldâve had you swooning. âYou just show up to a fancy event like this, dripping in diamonds and pearls and looking like a million bucks, supposedly single. You mean to tell me you didnât know that all these rich London boys wouldn't descend on you like vultures?â
âNot my fault Iâm single and hot, Enz.â
He just laughed, dipping you a little. âWe do struggle, donât we.â You wove between people, a happy silence falling between you both once again as he guided you over the floor, back and forth, âAre you, though? Single, I mean.â
âThat is up to your cousin.â
âTouchĂ©.â
You continued to move, until your feet were sore from all the twirling, clinging to Enzo in fits of giggles as he spun and twirled and dipped you more, hands on your waist as he lifted you through the air, making a show of his dancing.Â
He may have seemed altruistic in his gestures, sweeping in to save you and Draco from your dance with the boy, but he was using you too. Enzo was taking every opportunity to show off his moves to every lady around the room watching, a flirty smile on his face between conversations and he glanced around, and you wouldn't be surprised if he received more offers than Theo or Dario by the end of the night.Â
As the third song came to an end, and the music fell for just a second, you panted slightly, arm around his neck now, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a bright smile. âCan we take a break?â
âTired, already? You only gave me three so far.â He smirked at the way your jaw dropped, your face going hot and you knew your cheeks were red. You untangled yourself from his body, barely making it a step away from his laughter before he wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side. âOh, câmon. I thought the aim was to flirt and make him mad?â
âHeâs not even here to listen!â
âIâm practising,â Enzo murmured, steering you towards the bar, and leaning on the wood as he flagged down the bartender. You were quickly served, by a woman who fawned over Enzo as she passed by, and you had to snap your fingers in front of his face to snap his gaze away from her retreating form. âSo, how long are you going to make himââ
A tap on Enzoâs shoulder cut him off, and he turned to look, straightening up instantly from his slumped position. As soon as he moved so you could see, your relaxation melted away too, as you found yourself face to face with Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.Â
âLorenzo, Iâve hardly had a chance to talk to you all evening. I want to ask you about your schoolwork.â The impressively formal and deep voice of Lucius Malfoy settled over your skin like fresh snow, cold but smooth, and you shuddered.Â
Narcissa only chuckled lightly at her husbandâs words, her eyes on you. âYouâve been busy, though. Who is your lovely lady?â
âUncle Lucius, Aunt Cissa. This is my friend, (Y/n).â
It wasnât exactly the circumstances youâd wanted to meet them under, but you smiled nonetheless, nerves running wild as you offered your hand to them both, shaking politely just as your parents had taught you.Â
âAh, (Y/n). Yes. I make a point of knowing all of Dracoâs school friends, but Iâm in business with your father, arenât I?â Something like a small kernel of sweetness was buried in that statement, his interest in his sonâs life, even if he tried to hide it behind formalities, but it wasnât your place to comment.Â
âYes, sir. That is correct.â
âTheyâre very proud of your schoolwork. They were telling me about your latest project. You synthesised a new potion to grow murkweed faster, is that true?â
You were surprised he knew so much, your small project submitted for Herbology was the last thing youâd expected Lucius Malfoy to know of, or take an interest in, and your mouth felt like sandpaper as you tried to form words. âYes. Yes, sir. Thatâs right.â
âInteresting.â That calculating gaze scanned over you, analysing you from head to toe, like he could see right through you with a single glance. âThat is impressive, for someone of your age. Iâd be open to learning more. Are you considering making a future out of your alchemy talents? I have connections that I could contact for you.âÂ
You were speechless, your stomach going wild with butterflies born of both excitement and anxiety. He smirked, a look that would set you on edge if you werenât sure deep down that this was in your interests, not against them.Â
âPerhaps we can discuss it more soon, when we next see you. With Enzo?â
Enzoâs arm around your waist shifted, a reassuring weight that you were sure had been your only grounding presence for this surreal conversation. He patted your hip encouragingly. âOh, no, we arenâtâŠâÂ
Motioning between you both, Luciusâ brows furrowed, and Narcissa tried to hide her sigh.
âSorry to disappoint you, Aunt Cissa. (Y/n) isnât mine, though it is wonderful that you approve.â Before either could question him, or expand on their confusion, Enzo gave your waist a final rub, before removing his touch from you entirely, and stepping towards his family. âShall we go and discuss schoolwork then, Uncle? You have questions, and I have answers. I hope the ones you want.â
âIt was a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/l/n).â Lucius politely offered you his hand again, shaking it firmly, and that was about as friendly a dismissal as youâd ever get from him, youâd heard. This was only supported by the surprised look on Narcissaâs face, and the beam Enz gave you as he guided his uncle away.Â
âI hope to see you again soon, (Y/n). You look wonderful this evening, thank you for coming.â Narcissa murmured, before following her husband and nephew, glancing back at you only once over her shoulder. She knew. The woman was far more cunning than she let on, the true embodiment of a sneaky Slytherin, observing quietly and taking everything in. Her eyes glinted. She knew you knew she knew, too.
Your heart was pounding, cheeks warm as you lifted your fingers to them cautiously. The disappointed waitress placed down two drinks before you, Enzo long gone without his, but you smiled at her with appreciation, fingers shaking a little as you lifted the glass to your lips to take a sip.Â
Youâd spoken to Dracoâs parents.Â
Theyâd liked you. Lucius had offered to put you onto the career path, and Narcissa had complimented your dress. A soft laugh of disbelief slipped free, your eyes sliding closed for just a second as you revelled in the moment.Â
It hasnât been what youâd set out for tonight, but it was far more than what youâd hoped for. Opening your eyes again, to head back to the table and find Draco, you were met by the sight of a stranger leaning before you on the bar, grinning down at you in amusement. âHello.â
âHi.â You gave a terse smile, and a single nod. âIf youâll excuse meââ
âI didnât even get to ask you to dance yet. Saw you out on the floor with the Berkshire boy, earlier, and I thoughtââ
âIâm dancing with her next, mate. Piss off.âÂ
Draco rarely sounded that mad, a chill went down your spine as you felt an arm slide around your waist, tugging you back into his chest. âDrayâŠâ
The stranger only scoffed, glaring at Draco as he wandered away, and your hand reached for his forearm on your body. He snatched it away too soon, however, tugging on your hip to turn you around. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes more frozen than the coldest glacier. âDance with me.â
Not a request, and he didnât wait for an answer, before plucking your drink from your hand and slamming it down onto the bar, guiding you back to the swaying bodies. Standing before you, you offered him your hand, your hand sitting lightly on his shoulder. He didnât take the respectable route, instead, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, sweeping you close to his body, and beginning to move you both in simple steps.Â
It was several minutes before he relaxed, your arm sliding further around his neck in a more intimate hold, bringing the two of you much closer, swaying slowly. The tension in his body gave way with every step, and with a resigned sigh, he finally spoke, âYou met my parents.â
âI did. They were lovely. Very curious about Enzo and Iâs relationship.â
His hand clenched on your waist, and you tipped your head at him as his piercing gaze drilled into you. One more moveâŠ
âOh, donât be so mad, Dray. Weâre only shagging, after all. Youâll find a new girl if I get swept away by someone else.â
His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching, and a fire burned in those silver eyes now, melting the ice away with rage. Checkmate.
âYou win, alright? Iâm not playing this stupid game any longer.â He took a deep breath, and another, fingers twitching on your back as jealousy bubbled under the surface. âFor fucks sake, how many pieces of jewellery from other guys are you wearing? Who bought you those earrings, that necklace? I should be the only one buying you gifts. I should be the one spoiling you. You want the Malfoy family ring? Iâll go yank it off my motherâs engagement ring from her finger right now, just take all this off.â
He studied you for a second, confusion growing at the smirk that grew on your lips. Victory was yours, and you leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. Letting the hand from his neck smooth down his chest, his gaze stayed locked on the jewels around your neck, glaring angrily. âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo. Itâs pretty. Iâm going to keep wearing it all, let it remind you what you have. Next time you piss me off, forget a date, or use the last of my shampoo, Iâm going to put it all back on so you can remember how many guys would jump at the chance.â His nostrils flared, but he stayed silent, wisely knowing when to keep his mouth shut. âI donât want your family ring, Malfoy. Not yet. I just want a proper title, and the respect that comes with it. Iâm not your booty call, or your side piece. You donât want to play games anymore? Then donât.â
âYou already won.â He whispers, his head dropping down to let his forehead rest on your own. âYou know how much you mean to me.â
âYes, I do. But I want the whole world to know it, too, Dray.â
He didnât respond verbally. Instead, he twisted his head, enough to press his mouth to your own, silencing any more arguments between you both as he kissed you. His lips claimed yours, a tender and loving kiss, showing everyone just how much you meant to him. There was no mistaking the emotions within it, not as his arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him as the pretence of dancing was given up, your hand on the back of his head, fingers in his hair, meeting every push and pull.
When he pulled away, your smile took over, bashful now under his openly adoring gaze, and he stole several more pecks from your lips. A happy sound escaped you as he tugged you in, tucking his face into your neck, and swaying you both to the music.Â
âHave I told you how beautiful you look tonight?â
âYou have, but Iâd be open to hearing it again.â Your hand smoothed over his hair, and he chuckled against your skin, leaving a kiss on the crook of your neck before raising to meet your eye.Â
âYou are breathtaking, darling. Iâm in awe. This colour is my favourite, you know.â
âWhy do you think I wore it?â
His fingers trailed down your spine, eyes sparkling even more at that revelation. âHow about we get out of here? Weâll make our goodbyes to my parents, and head out.â
âOur goodbyes?â You repeated as he took your hand, lacing your fingers together.Â
âYes. From their son and his girlfriend. I think you deserve a proper introduction, after all.â
Tugging you across the floor, he gave you no time to prepare, and certainly, none to disagree, as you smoothed your hair and attempted to control the blush heâd brought to your cheeks. Through the crowds he wove, until he was pulling to a stop just shy of his parents, and Enzo looked as though he could have cried with relief when Luciusâ intense focus was taken away from him. The boy quickly slipped away as both of Dracoâs parents turned to face you.Â
âMiss (Y/l/n), when we said we hoped to see you again soon, I didnât realise youâd take it quite this literally.â He murmured, voice as low and calm as always, and your lips parted, a different kind of heat flooding your features.Â
âOh, behave now, Lucius,â Narcissa grinned, her gaze dropping to your clasped hands, before she reached up to her sonâs face, pinching his cheek with a smile. âDraco, darling, Iâve hardly seen you all evening.â
âWell, Iâm sorry to disappoint you Mother, but weâll be leaving early.â She only gave him a knowing look, ignoring Luciusâ displeased huff, as if she wasnât surprised at all.Â
ââWeâ?â
âMy girlfriend and I.â He said, proud and strong, before tugging you forward a little more to stand in front of him. His hand left your own, circling your waist instead, and she offered him a smile at the news.Â
âI see.â She smiled, patting her sonâs cheek affectionately, before turning that knowing gaze on you. âNow Lorenzoâs evasiveness whenever I asked him about you makes sense.â
âYou asked about me?â Your words were a rushed squeak, which only seemed to amuse Narcissa more.Â
âOf course, dear. I wanted to know more about you. Iâd ask you to sit and chat with me for a spell, but I believe my son might combust if I did.â
âMother!â He gasped, and Lucius only tutted.Â
âDraco.â His father growled softly, shaking his head, and the red on his sonâs cheeks only grew.
âYou both may go, for now. But I hope youâll visit me soon, and we might talk?â
âYou mean⊠just us?â Your words tapered off to a near whisper, and Lucius smirked to himself as Draco rolled his eyes.Â
âYes, dear. Weâll have tea.â
You could only nod, bidding your final farewells to them both in a state of awe, before Draco was hurrying you along. Tight hands gripping your waist, lips on your neck as he loved you through the crowds, swiping up your bag and giving you barely a moment to say goodbye to your friends before sweeping you away again. It was only due to the snow falling outside, you were sure, that he allowed you to stop long enough to get your coats.Â
Helping you, he lifted the garment onto you from behind, kissing your cheek as he reached around your body to fasten it. His elegant coat was already on, and leather gloves were on his hands as he offered you one. Lacing your fingers through his own, he smiled, tugging you out into the freezing night, and ushering you around the side of the Manor, away from the stream of cars lined up for guests as they left.Â
âWhere are we going, Dray?âÂ
âTo one of the gardens near the path.â He never turned back, leading you carefully around patches of ice and slippery snow as you moved, the light from the house fading. It was almost pitch black, before he mumbled a small spell, and the garden lights glowed to light, glittering on the fresh blanket of ice.Â
Sitting on the grass was an old-fashioned sleigh, enchanted to keep dry, even in the snow, and two reindeer sat happily in the snow snuffling at the grass and scattered food.Â
The landscape stretched out far before you both, trees and grass and walls all covered in snow like something from a Christmas card, and the sigh that left your lips clouded in the air before your face.Â
âOh, DracoâŠâ Taking a few steps closer, snow-tipped over the tops of your heels as you stepped off the pathway onto the grass, chilling your feet for only a second, before Draco was following. Scooping you up into his arms, you kicked the ice from your feet with a giggle, your arms looping around his neck. âWhatâs all this?â
âThis is your Christmas present. I didnât realise that was the kind of ice you wanted instead.â He muttered, eyes flicking down to your neck, as he carried you carefully through the snow and towards the ornate sleigh. As you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he smiled shyly, avoiding your gaze as he became embarrassed, âI wanted to do something romantic for you. We can take the sleigh back to the town, get a cab, and take the jet anywhere you want to go. Pansy already packed a bag for you.â
He placed you down on the edge of the sleigh, letting you shuffle across onto the warmed leather. With another kiss to your lips, he scoffed at your smile.Â
âMerry Christmas, my wicked little girlfriend.â
âI canât believe you arranged all this.â You were practically bouncing in your seat, watching as Draco nervously tugged on the reins, prompting the lazy animals to stand back up, before settling into the sleigh himself. Like they knew just what to do, they took off in a slow trot, tugging the pair of you along through the snow.Â
âMaybe if youâd have waited, instead of making me fight for my life tonight, youâd have been surprised.â
His arm was splayed along the back of the seat, and you snuggled in a little closer to him. Curling his arm around you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, shaking his head and burying his nose in your hair. âIf I didnât make you fight for me, Dray, youâd probably have introduced me to your mother as your study partner. I gave you a little push, thatâs all.â
âIs that so?â He muttered, guiding your face up so he could peck your lips. âWho do you think helped me arrange all of this for my âlovely lady friendâ, hm? Iâve been writing to my mother about having an interest in someone for months now. You underestimate me.â
âYou never gave me any other indication!âÂ
âOh, please. You walk me like a damn dog, you knew how I felt.â His mouth closed over your own, stealing a kiss, and you couldn't help but smile into it. âI think tonight just proves it.â
The sleigh trotted on as Draco kissed you in the back, beyond thought and reason, your hands tucked into his coat for warmth as he kept you cuddled in close to his side.Â
Minutes melted away, the two of you lost in your own world as you jostled and trotted through the fields, back toward the town. Whatever he had planned, it had been in motion for days, and the thought only made you fall a little more in love with him. Perhaps you had underestimated him, but none of it mattered now, not when he was kissing you like you were his only way to breathe, and you had him in your arms, properly, at last.
âSo, Pansy knew about your little plan?â
âYes. I told her days ago.âÂ
âHmâŠâ You loved her, and it was perhaps her knowledge of Dracoâs actions that made this all the funnier. âSo, she knew about your plan, and mine. And still, she made sure to introduce guys to me all night. She played us both just for her own amusement.â
As you thought of her, your fingers lifted to your neck, sitting on the delicate jewellery there, and Draco huffed. Looping his finger underneath it, he tugged lightly. âCan you take this off now, please?â
âWhy would I do that?â His pout deepened, glaring at the offending item, and you gave in with an airy laugh. âPansy, Daph and Tori picked it out personally.â
âWhat?â His head snapped up, pout gone as his jaw dropped, and he was not laughing like you were. âYou let me believe another guy decked you out in diamonds all night! What about the matching earrings?â
âBlaise.â
âThe bracelet?â
âTheo and the Notts.âÂ
At that mention, his eyes narrowed again, searching for your clutch and finding it resting in your lap. âBut Theoâs cousin Mario gave you a separate gift.â
âDario.â You corrected, and he mimicked it childishly, scoffing afterwards. âWell, that part was real. He truly was flirting, and I have no idea what it is, I havenât opened it yet.â
âGive it to me.â He reached for your bag, a second too slow as you swiped it away from him with a gasp. He didnât give up, still trying to snatch it as he leaned over you, pressing you back into the seat through fits of laughter, the two of you fighting over the bag until it was pressed to your chest, your eyes wide as you stared up at him, shaking your head. âGive it to me! Iâm chucking it, hand it over!â
âNo, itâs mine!â He slumped back into his seat, panting for breath and smoothing his hair back down. He was pointedly staring away in the opposite direction, and when you leaned in closer with a chuckle, he leaned away. Grabbing his shoulder, you planted yourself firmly in his lap, kissing the underside of his jaw. âIâm keeping it, but your present is better, I just know it. Whatever it is, could never beat this.â
âPromise?â
âI promise, Dray.âÂ
He gave in, wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you in closer to his body and pressing a happy kiss to your cheek. âFine, but Iâm buying you a new necklace when we get off the damn plane. I donât care who bought that one.â
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RATE MY PROFESSOR! â GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.
kinktober day one â threesomes ; find masterlist here
synopsis. youâre professor gojoâs TAâthe catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesnât tell a soul, of course
length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoruâs office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof readâi am a raw dog kinda gal
notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professorâbutâŠ.if your professor looks like gojo or geto, iâm blind babe. i ainât see nothing. i wonât tell a soul
âyou guys wanna get lunch?â nobara hums, âweâre all here.â
megumi, as always, looks like heâs about to say noâhe probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but thatâs not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, âyeah! iâm down.â
you fiddle your fingers nervouslyâhow are you supposed to get out of this one? youâd just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldnât possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? itâd be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily.Â
itâs not that you donât want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised youâd be in satoruâs office in fifteen minutesâand youâre not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.
youâre still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, âi assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,â she grumbles, âgojo is so lazy,â she scoffs.
ohâwell, that wasnât very hard. sheâs just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.
âhey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isnât that great?â
âeveryone gets an A in his class, dumbass,â megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, ânot getting an A in his class practically means youâre deliberately trying to do poorly.â
on campus, professor gojo is a fan favoriteâhis rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like itâs candy. anyone would love a professor like that.Â
he doesnât ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and whatâs better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guyâhe loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.
everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more.Â
you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his classâand you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? youâre almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojoâor rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a veryâŠstrong liking, if you will.Â
it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters agoâitâs one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pmâand as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. youâre just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention.Â
itâs professor gojo.Â
need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his tableâitâs a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. itâs almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. youâve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know youâre not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound.Â
you try to insist that you wouldnât want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesnât mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, wellâŠyou decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before youâre off to your next class.Â
and then it begins.
every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimesâhow professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)
somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semesterâand somewhere further along that lineâŠwell, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities.Â
that was never supposed to happen.Â
you donât even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and againâand, wellâŠyouâre professor gojoâs, or better yet, satoruâs best kept secret.
you go to his office to grade assignments for himâin between if he steals a few kisses, whoâs to know? sometimes, heâs a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. itâs always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clitâthe amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.
itâs like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy.Â
that is, until now.Â
admittedly, this isnât the best time to be doing thisâprofessor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know youâre cutting it closeâŠbut he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.
youâre on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. itâs a rewarding position to be inâto have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.
he looks prettyâalways does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?
you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, âf-fuck, youâre so good, sweetheartâalways know how to make me feel good.â
you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them cleanâhe closes his eyes and groans at that. you canât help but giggle, canât help but press more kisses along his hardened length until youâre at the base of his cock.Â
âpretty little lips,â he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouthâhe hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. ââs like you were made for taking me, huh?â
ââcourse i was,â you grin cheekilyâand then youâre back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moansâitâs low but still whiny enough that you canât help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.
except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open andâŠ
oh.Â
oh no.Â
thisâŠthis isnât goodâthis is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing youâve done, and now youâre screwed. entirely destroyed, in factâthe both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoruâs entire career and everything heâs worked for, and all because you couldnât help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.
and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. youâre sure he knows you; youâre his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friendâs TA.Â
professor geto blinksâhis eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs thatâs glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeahâthereâs no explaining this one.
âwell,â he says blankly, âi guess thatâs on me for not knocking, huh?â
âsuguru,â satoru grumbles, âsome of us are busy yâknow? canât you come back later?â
you turn to satoru in shockâhow can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend?Â
but professor geto doesnât seem even the slightest bit concerned. thereâs no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. thereâs no alarm at the distasteful activities youâre doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then thereâs satoruâhe doesnât even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.
no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there.Â
âso this is what youâre always busy doing in your office, huh?â professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, âi have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. sheâs excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.â
âyeah, sheâs a keeper,â satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, ânow if you donât mind, suguru, weâre in the middle of something.â
âand what do you plan on doing if this gets around?â professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.
you look at him in panic at thatâsurelyâŠsurely he canât mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldnât throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoruâs sake, heâd never let this information find another soul. otherwiseâŠotherwise youâll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress youâve made, all of satoruâs experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming upâall of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word.Â
people wouldnât have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves.Â
youâre always with him, are you sure youâre not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.
why does professor gojo even keep you around? youâre too lazyâyou must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.
with how often youâre in professor gojoâs room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.
surely, with how often youâre seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing.Â
you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, âplease donât tell anyone,â you sniffle, âiâŠmaybe thereâs something we can doâŠto keep you fromâŠâ
the two of them look at you in shockâthey stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each otherâs before finding you once more.
âoh, thatâs precious,â professor geto chuckles, âshe really is a keeper, satoruâshe even looks pretty when she cries. iâm almost jealous.â
âdonât look for too long, suguru,â satoru grumblesâand then, âlisten, sweetheart, you donât have to worry. suguruâs not gonnaââ
âwell, if there is something youâd wanna do for me,â professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, âi suppose i can keep my mouth shut.â
âanything,â you nod quickly.
youâre so eager to please, he thinksâso perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the otherâs arms?
there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things mightâve had to play out in order to land you in his office insteadâbutâŠbut if youâre offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?
âanything?â he asks, looking at you amused, âyou know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?â
you blink up at him for a moment at his wordsâtheyâre a bit shocking. professor getoâŠdoesnât think this is wrong? clearly, he doesnât if heâs willing to take part. but that doesnât sound half bad. not even in the slightest.Â
theyâre a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. theyâre not much older than you eitherâcanât be past their early thirties, even if they donât look a day over twenty.Â
did you know they used to go to college together? i heard theyâve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. itâs all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. itâs always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are thoseâŠthe less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best headâheâs always sucking on some lollipop. iâd let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to himâheâs too fine. i can take both of themâand i donât mean their classes.Â
itâsâŠnot exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. itâs an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them bothâprofessor geto isnât any less attractive than satoru andâŠand well, youâd really like for him to keep this a secret, so itâs a bit of a win-win. plus, youâre sure he wouldnât risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, tooâit seems like the perfect leverage.
you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, âthen iâd say you should make sure to lock the door this timeâwe donât want to make the same mistake twice, do we?â
his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at youâyouâre even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky heâs got to have you to himself all this time. itâs criminally unfair.Â
âhey,â satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. âyou both are forgetting about me,â he whines.
professor getoâor rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. ânow, satoruâwhat have i always told you about sharing? hereââ he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, âwhy donât i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.â
âbossy as ever, suguru,â satoru chuckles, but thereâs something in his eyesâsomething darker and more excited than youâve ever seen them.
âget her ready for me,â suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you canât help but stare, canât help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan.Â
heâs not as long, but heâs thicker than satoruâyou can easily tell he wonât be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.
youâll remember what he likes, you thinkâyou can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, itâll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.
âeyes on me, sweetheart,â satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. âwatch carefully, suguru,â satoru grins, âsheâs pretty when she cums.â
âi can imagine,â suguru muses, âalright then. show me.â
instantly, satoruâs fingers are intruding into your cuntâitâs familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. heâs already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as theyâll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels goodâit always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you canât help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter.Â
âgod, she even sounds so pretty,â he pants, watching as satoruâs fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfectâbut your face is by far suguruâs favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasmâhis fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you.Â
âthat feel good, angel?â satoru asks, grinning down at you.Â
you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, ây-yesâŠs-so good, toru.â
âtoru?â suguru asks, âdo i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?â
itâs almost like you donât hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. âtoru, toruâs-slow down, âm g-gonnaâŠâ
âslow down?â satoru gaspsâhis pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, âyou want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, itâs always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you donât wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? heâll think i havenât taught you how to take it like a good girl.â
suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cockâitâs red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that itâs easy to tell heâs aching for release.
âhurry up, satoru,â he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, âwe havenât got all day.â
âcanât rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,â satoru gasps, âshe deserves the best. look at this pussyââ he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, ââsee how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.â
as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cummingâyour pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.Â
âtoruâtoru, âm cummingâŠcummingâoh,â you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesnât let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. ââs too much,â you sniffle.
âtoo much?â suguru gasps, âhow will you take me, then, princess? donât tell me youâre tapping out already?â
ânah,â satoru grins, chuckling, âsheâs got plenty left in her. she can take it.â with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. âyouâre ready for suguru, arenât you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didnât i?â
you nod, mumbling a soft, âuh huh,â in agreement.
âthatâs my good girl,â he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead.Â
suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, âcâmere then, princess. canât back out of our deal yet, can you?â you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. âh-holyâfuck, such a tight fuckinâ pussy. âs like i can barely even move,â he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.
satoru walks over, staring down at you as youâre seated on suguruâs lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. âyou can take both of us, right sweetheart? youâre just too good not to, arenât ya?â
you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. heâs painfully hardâcock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that heâs been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him.Â
âfuck,â satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, âfuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feelsâtakes me so fuckinâ well. jusâ love feelinâ me down your throat, huh?â
you canât do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguruâs cock nudge against your sweet spotâitâs just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe thatâs why they get along so well, maybe theyâre connected in that way.Â
âoh, princess,â suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, âfuck, thatâs goodâso, good. can hardly move with the way youâre squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isnât it?â
you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. heâs bigâit feels like heâs almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.
âsheâsâŠsheâs perfect,â suguru pants, âkeepinâ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.â
âsheâs mine,â satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. âsheâs too good to share with you. you d-donât deserve her.â
âyeah? and you do?â suguru chucklesâit sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, âsheâs suckinâ me in. think she wants me. donât you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?â
ây-yes,â you mewl, popping off satoruâs length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, âyes, wanâ it. wanâ it so, so badâneed it.â
âsee,â he raises a brow towards satoru, âknew it.â
you can see the way satoruâs cock twitches at thatâat the way you fall apart on suguruâs lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoruâs tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once moreâbut not before giving his tip a delicate kiss.Â
âsheâs my girl,â satoru grunts, âmine, mine, mineâknows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?â
and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.
âthatâs right, sweetheart,â he groans lowly, âtake it, yeah? godâfuck, feels so good, baby. âm c-cumming.â
you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguruâs thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoruâs in his pace that it tells you heâs close tooâand then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.
âgonna cum, princess? âcause âm gonna fuckinâ cumâfill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me toâf-fuck, fuck âm close, so close,â he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.
and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, âs-suguâc-canâtâŠâs too muchââ
âyou can take it, pretty,â he hums, âknow you can. youâre too precious not to, right?â
itâs messyâitâs downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoruâs chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âfuck,â he breathes, âyouâre something else. whoâd have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?â
âisnât she a dime?â satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. âprecious, isnât she?â
âof course,â suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, âso, tell me. which professor would you take again?â
satoru purses his lips as he glares. âthis isnât rate my professor, suguru. and donât get used to thiââ
âwell,â you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, âwhy i canât just take both of you again?â
guess whoâs posting their october first kinktober fic literally 40 mins before itâs october second ?? if itâs not procrastinated, itâs not reached its full potential
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JOEL MILLER FIC RECS
⟠18+ minors DNI, read at your own risk! âœ
an appreciation to all my favourite writers out there you deserve all the love <3
Series
â Something To Fight For by @auteurdelabre | After a disastrous blind date you decide to stay away from the miserable Joel Miller forever...
â I Know Who You Are by @punkshort | A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long-term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.
â The One You Need by @loliwrites | When you move into town hellbent on keeping everyone at armâs length, your neighbour Joel finds his way into your life.
â By The Grit Of Sandpaper by @penvisions | An offhand comment from you inspires Joel to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed...
â I Wanna Be Your Lover by @shellshocklove | Miserable after losing your job, your friend drags you out to a club to dance away your sadness. on the dancefloor, you meet a handsome stranger, who then whisks you away into his fantasy world as his assistant for his porn career. what happens when the lines get blurred?
â If The Door Wasn't Shut by @heartpascal | months of travelling with Joel and Ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.
â Stay In Bed by @psychedelic-ink | After your grandfatherâs passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But JoelâŠJoel keeps his distance.
â That's A Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic | When Tommy disappears in search of a better life with a promise to come back for you, his years of absence and the grief it leaves behind drives you and his brother closer together until the man you're sharing a bed and starting a family with is Joel Miller and not the one you always thought it would be.
One-Shots
â No Time To Die by @davosmymaster | The main difficulty of being Joelâs closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.
â White Lies by @poeticpascal | Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.
â Saying Thanks by @vivwritescrappythings | Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesnât even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joelâs decided he doesnât like it.
â Soft & Sweet by @cavillscurls | You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.
â Who We Are by @gracieheartspedro | Being stuck on the road with an older guy you've been crushing on for ages won't be so bad, right? wrong. because he's been pining after you, too. and one of you will have to give in eventually.
â Warm Me Up by @tightjeansjavi | While on patrol, you and Joel find yourselves caught in a treacherous snowstorm.
â Love In the Time Of Cordyceps by @sameheart-sameblood | When the world ends, you promise you'll never love again. Joel Miller makes that rule hard to stick to.
â Puppy Love by @absurdthirst | You always follow Joel Miller around, you've got his back. You're in love with him. Putting up with Tess's nickname of puppy dog, you don't realize that Joel feels for you until the end.
â Light The Flame by @yeollie-plz | Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?
â Best I Ever Had by @endlessthxxghts | Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.
â Make A Move On Me by @freelancearsonist | You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodelling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.
â Fire Walk by @motherofagony | A chance encounter at a motel has you crossing paths with a stranger in a blue t-shirt.
â Cry Baby by @psychedelic-ink | bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in Jackson. As the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of Joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.
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Yapper Boyfriend - Various HSR Boys x GN!Reader
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Summary: Your boyfriend loves to talk and you love to listen, though sometimes it puts a stop to what you're doing or you can tell it's getting him worked up. So what better why to make sure he's happy then stopping him with a kiss? (TLDR: Shutting your boyfriend up w/ a kiss)
â Characters Included (Separate): Argenti , Boothill, Mr Reca, Dr Ratio, Dan Heng + Sunday
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Genre/Trope: Established Relationship + Romantic + Fluff
â Warnings: None
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Extra: Mr Reca may be OOC (Getting used to his character still) // Sunday may be OOC // Slightly Proof Read // Writing kiss scenes are awkward...
Your beautiful boyfriend Argenti, he was the greenest flag you've ever met. You never minded his yapping and praises for Idrila, that's just how he was. And honestly, seeing him hold a long dead god with such high regard after all this time was admirable.
Though at times, it can interrupt your dates. And that's what was happening now. You were both visiting a planet and stumbled upon a shrine for the very goddess he worships. Immediately, he lets go of your hand and kneels in front of it, he sings his praises to it.
You could only sigh and smile softly as he did so. Though that wasn't the end of the praises you heard, even after walking away. The conversation you were having with your boyfriend slowly turned into him praising Idrila again. You knew why, it was rare to find any followers of Beauty these days let alone find a shrine dedicated to her.
Though, you'd much prefer singing praises to him and how great he was. You didn't mind too much listening. You knew he was passionate about his goddess and who were you to stop him. You couldn't help but admire him. You also couldn't mind just...
"It's just fantastic isn't it my love? Seeing a shrine so well kept for goddess Idrila. It's just-"
You quickly leaned up, kissing him softly on the lips. He was quick to reciprocate, leaning into your touch before you two pulled away.
"I...aha, sorry. Was I going on again my dear?"
"Don't worry, continue. You just looked so passionate about this, I couldn't help myself"
"Those forking, son of a nice ladies!!"
Your lover huffed. Boothill crossed his arms as he grumbled, letting you mess with his hair as he continued to complain. It was understandable, the IPC was incredibly annoying this time around. He wanted to get a drink at the nearby bar but some of the IPC subordinates were there and quickly tried to pick a fight with him.
Causing all of them to be kicked out. He grumbled more as he kept muttering things under his breath. A 'mother forking' here, a few 'shirt bags' there and of course 'fudge heads'
Your hands worked to braid his hair slowly, hoping it would calm him down like the previous times but it seems as though you'd have to use a different tactic.
You leaned his head towards you before quickly planting a kiss on his lips, effectively stopping his next words from coming out. He sat there in surprise, even after you pulled away, he just looked at you before quickly turning away with a chuckle.
"Well I'll be damned...got me there sweetheart"
"Reca-"
"And the camera movement! Why focus on the trees when the drama is happening with the characters!?"
"Rec-"
"Oh and don't get me STARTED on the lighting, like really? That kind of lighting for that kind of scene?"
"...Re-"
"OH AND DID I MENTION-"
You sighed, your attempts at even just soothing your partner's emotions coming to a fail. How could you do anything if he's going to criticize the movie you had just watched. Or was this just spite because you complimented one of the characters? You could only listen as Mr Reca continued his onslaught on the film's cinematography.
God you knew yourself the film was bad. This was meant to be a fun date night as you two cringed at the movies but your boyfriend was getting rather into it. Eventually after 5 minutes of this thorough review, you reach over, putting your hands gently on either side of his face, cupping his cheek. You quickly lean in to kiss him before he could utter another word.
When you pulled away he looked at you stunned for a second before grinning like an idiot. That god damn smile you fell in love with.
"Perfect! Brilliant! You see, THAT is what the lead should've done during that confession scene!"
You couldn't help but let out a laugh as he took your hands into his, as he praised your action, comparing it to the film. You will say though, your plan of stopping his review on the film was a success, even if now he was ranting about how great the "scene" was when you kissed him.
Aeons you only asked one question, you figured your boyfriend would know and now you're stuck listening to Dr Ratio yap about something, that you can't even tell has any correlation to your original question.
It's not that you minded, you loved learning new facts but the problem was...checking the time, if he didn't notice soon Dr Ratio would be late to his next lesson...and while that could be interesting and funny to see.
The oh so strict Dr Ratio late to his lesson. You didn't want that for him. But you didn't know how to stop him, when he gets into a lecture he really gets into it. So how could you...
Ah! You got it.
You stood up and walked towards him, tugging on his shirt so he'd turn his head towards you, you leaned up and kissed him. It was quick and simple before you pulled away.
"I-...what was that for?"
Oho, a blushing and flustered Dr Ratio is so much better then a late Dr Ratio.
"You have a class to attend remember?"
"...[Name], I don't go to school anymore"
"...Darling...you're a teacher"
When those words left your mouth you could see him mentally face palm as he quickly grabbed his items. He muttered out a thank you as he kissed your cheek, checking his phone to see how much more time he had left before rushing to his class.
Now Dan Heng wasn't really a yapper. He often listened to you yapping instead. And on the occasion he would shut you up with a kiss. It always made you flustered, and it wasn't even to really shut you up to be quiet. He just couldn't help himself, you looked so passionate in your topic he couldn't help but lean in to give you some affection before gesturing you to continue.
For once, you wanted to do it to him. To kiss him when he was rambling about something, make him flustered and just motion him to continue. But he wasn't one to easily ramble about something.
You eventually came up with an idea though, it wasn't exactly the best and it didn't exactly involve him rambling but...y'know if it works it works.
You asked him to read out the some of the texts to the databank, like a story book. He blinked at you confused but agreed. He read one, two and another until you finally put your plan into motion, you leaned up to kiss him. He was stunned for a moment as you pulled away.
"...was that your plan all along? To shut me up with a kiss?"
"...maybe"
He let out a small chuckle. Shaking his head in disbelief.
"You're unbelievable, to ask me to read out the data banks just so you could shut me up with a kiss"
You stayed silent for a bit with a blush, realising how silly the plan sounded now.
"...please continue with the databank talk..."
âIâm sorryâ
Those words were the first thing uttered out of his mouth when you saw him again. When you opened the door and saw your boyfriend again.
âIâmâŠsoâŠso sorryâ
He repeats, holding your hand as he brings it up to his face. He looks at you, you can tell heâs holding back tears. Aeons you havenât seen him sinceâŠwell, the incident with the Charmony festive. You havenât seen him since he was imprisoned, how he managed to get out?
You didnât care, your boyfriend was back butâŠhe didnât look well.
âI-I didnâtâŠI thoughtâŠâ
He struggled to get the words out, holding your hand as if you were a delicate doll and one wrong move would break you apart and heâd be alone again.
ââŠI just wanted the best for everyoneâŠI-I promiseâŠIâŠI didnât thinkâŠaboutâŠall the detailsâŠI-I thought what I was doing was right but it wasnâtâŠaeonsâŠIâve hurt so many people havenât IâŠâ
You listened, hearing his apologies just spill out as tears threatened to follow suit. He couldnât even look you in the eye anymore, he felt too ashamed too. How could he after all that heâs done?
Yet another apology was about to leave his lips until he felt soft ones fall on top of his. He froze, eyes widening in surprise as you kissed him.
HowâŠ
How could youâŠstill give him affection? When he finally looked at you, you looked at him so gently, so kindly.
How
How did he deserve that? No he doesnât deserve that, he doesnât deserve the way you gently lead him into your house, sit him down and hug himâŠyouâreâŠhappy heâs okay?
He watched you carefully as you went to brew a cup of tea for the both of youâŠAeons, heâs so lucky to have you.
Sorry for not uploading in while. Schools hectic and Iâm a year away before I have to plan on colleges.
Anyways, I hope you all liked this one ^^
I tried to make sure the âkissesâ were done at an appropriate time/scenario if that makes sense
I have another draft in the works so hopefully Iâll get it done eventually
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Steve's not really sure when it became a thing.
Maybe it was while Eddie was in the hospital recovering from his injuries, and the kids had forced Steve onto the visiting schedule. Maybe it was after Eddie got out of the hospital, and the kids insisted they continue to honor the schedule. Maybe it had nothing to do with the schedule and everything to do with the fact that Steve and Eddie had become... friends.
This is also a big maybe in Steve's head because he's pretty sure Eddie just hangs out with him from time to time because he's allowed to drink and smoke around or with him - and he's found that Eddie doesn't like to be alone for extended periods of time.
Steve can't blame him. But with his parents' seemingly permanent absence, he's kind of grown used to it whenever the kids and Robin are forced to go back to school.
But right now, Steve is grateful that Eddie has continued their "thing" in which he shows up at Steve's house at 9pm every Thursday - the same time as one of Steve's assigned "Eddie shifts" - with a six-pack in hand.
Only, this week, Eddie shows up with two bottles of wine.
Steve raises his eyebrows at him as he lets him into the house, shutting the door quickly to keep the cold air out.
"I just thought you'd like to change it up today," Eddie comments nonchalantly as he heads to the living room. Steve wonders for a moment if he knows the secret he's been keeping from everyone, but he figures he doesn't especially when he blabs on, "So, what movie are you blessing me with this week?"
Steve rolls his eyes as he goes to grab the tape and put it in the VCR, but he hesitates for a moment, straightening up to point at Eddie. "You will absolutely tell no one about this, got it? Also, I'm expecting a phone call, but you're not allowed to listen in on it."
"Got it. Scout's honor," Eddie replies with a wink and a salute.
"You were not a boy scout," Steve huffs as he decides to bite the bullet and put the tape in.
Eddie frowns and puts a hand over his heart. "You wound me, Steve. How could you say that?"
"Because I was a boy scout, and we would've been in the same troop."
Once Steve sits on the couch, Eddie leans in and nudges his shoulder. "What I wouldn't give to go back in time and meet a young Steve Harrington. I could've corrupted you sooner."
"I'm afraid Dustin beat you to the corrupting. He's the one who made me watch Star Wars."
"I can always corrupt you in other ways, Steve," Eddie comments, obnoxiously batting his eyelashes.
Steve laughs, used to the blatant flirting during the trailers at this point. "Is that why you brought the wine? To set the mood?"
"Something like that," Eddie says with a soft smile before switching back to his dramatics. "But I'll have you know, I'm a gentleman. Plus, I would like you to remember the first time I blow your mind."
"Blow my mind?" Steve asks, reaching over to grab the bottles. "How would you do that?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Eddie says with a wink before uncapping his wine.
Steve glances at his own bottle for a moment, distracted. "It's a screw top."
"It's cheap," Eddie explains. He raises his bottle and tilts it Steve's way. "Cheers."
"Cheers," Steve answers, screwing off the top and taking a swig. Tastes like wine. And it also tastes like... a bad idea.
"So, what movie are we watching that has you so defensive?" Eddie asks, throwing his arm along the back of the couch.
To that, Steve takes a longer drink. "One of my mom's favorite movies. We used to watch it together whenever my dad went out of town for his business trips. But then my mom started getting more suspicious of him staying at the office late, and then she started to go on those business trips with him. Which now seem to... never end." Steve sighs and settles back onto the couch a bit more, head resting right on Eddie's hand. He quickly gets the hint and starts gently playing with his hair.
Steve's not sure when that became a thing either.
After another sip of wine, Steve finally confesses, "It's The Sound of Music."
A few expressions pass over Eddie's face before he quietly says, "That was one of my mom's favorites, too."
The two of them share a similar look of understanding and painful longing for a time they'll neither get back. They both drink at the same time as the opening notes of "The Sound of Music" ring out.
As the movie plays, the two of them drift closer - as they always do - and Steve notices that he's slowly but surely getting a bit wine-drunk. Which is what Robin calls the "worst type of drunk Steve." Maybe he should've taken her up on her offer to stay the full day.
As the last scene plays, Steve finds himself glancing toward the phone more than the screen.
"You okay?" Eddie asks gently, the hand in his hair moving to cup his face.
Steve can feel the way the wine flushes his cheeks and sits heavy on his stomach when he asks, "When do you realize your parents have given up on you?"
Eddie swallows heavily before grabbing Steve's nearly empty bottle and putting it on the coffee table. He sits back and fully turns to him. "For me, I fully realized a month after I stayed with Wayne. I still hadn't unpacked the cardboard box my things were in, hoping that maybe since my dad had dropped me off my mom would pick me up. But I hadn't seen her in years." He looks back at the TV where the end credits are rolling. "She left promising me she would come back and make a better life for the two of us eventually. I thought with my dad out of the picture, she'd be back. But as soon as I unpacked that box, I gave up on the idea."
Steve shifts closer and grabs Eddie's hand. "I'm sorry."
Eddie looks at him and tilts his head down so he's looking him right in the eye. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry, too. And..." he hesitates for a moment before resting his forehead against Steve's and whispering, "Happy birthday."
Steve's eyes close tightly. It's the words he had been waiting for all day but in hopes that they'd be coming out the mouths of at least one of his parents. Preferably his mom.
There's pressure behind his eyes, and Steve reaches out to squeeze Eddie's hand gently, warning him in his own way that he might fall apart. But Eddie stays where he is.
"This is the first year they haven't called," Steve whispers, feeling one tear fall down his face. "I know they're assholes but... I didn't think they'd be this much of an asshole. God," he breathes out, breaking away from Eddie to lean back against the couch, hands covering his face as more tears fall.
A familiar arm drapes itself around Steve's shoulders tugging gently until he winds up with his head buried in Eddie's neck.
They sit there for a while, Eddie holding him and running a soothing hand through his hair that reminds Steve of the first time Eddie had opened up to him about the nightmares that never went away, and they had ended up in a similar but swapped position.
Maybe that's when this became a thing.
It's a while before Steve speaks up to ask, "Hey, how do you even know when my birthday is? The last person I told was probably Tommy Hagan in the eighth grade. And Robin, of course, but I swore her to secrecy."
"Oh god," Eddie says in a way that makes Steve pull back to look at him fully. Eddie's head lulls to the side as he looks at him with an adorably embarrassed and caught expression. "So... don't hate me for this, but this happened a few years ago. And... do I really have to tell you?"
"It's my birthday, you have to tell me," Steve replies.
Eddie huffs, ever so dramatically, and grabs Steve's hands before confessing, "So, I stole your wallet a few times."
Steve can't help but laugh at the absurd confession. "When?"
"It was back in your sophomore year probably. We had some horrible science class together, and you sat right in front of me, and well... My friends and I made this hypothesis, very scientific, that some rich kids, including you, wouldn't notice if a dollar or two went missing from their wallets." Steve snorts, and Eddie smiles. "And you had this horrible habit of leaving the front pocket of your backpack open so..."
"Occasionally you would steal anywhere from one to five dollars from my wallet? And one time you managed to swipe ten," Steve fills in for him, vividly remembering something he hadn't thought about in years.
Eddie's eyes widen. "So, my hypothesis was wrong."
"No, you're just less subtle than you think you are."
There's a moment where Eddie just stares at him incredulously. "You're telling me, you let me steal from you? And you didn't beat me up for it?"
Steve shrugs, thinking about the first time it had happened, and he had truly considered it, but he realized. "I knew you needed it more than I did. But that's not what we're talking about. How did this lead you to finding out about my birthday?"
"It was on your driver's license, and I ended up memorizing it in case you had a big party that I could sell at. But then it just... stuck." Eddie looks down at their hands for a moment before he looks up and states, "And we're not about to breeze past this. I must've stolen at least thirty dollars from you!" He lets go of one of Steve's hands to grab his wallet off the coffee table. "For your birthday, let me pay you back."
Steve laughs and shakes his head. "You are not giving me thirty dollars for my birthday. And don't fight me on this, or I'll end up telling Dustin you gave me money without hesitation."
Eddie frowns at him and reluctantly puts his wallet back down. He leans over to Steve and cups his face as he plants a kiss onto his forehead. "You're never who I think you are, Steve Harrington."
"Is that a good thing?" Steve asks as his eyes glance down at his lips.
"A very good thing. It means I'll never give up on you," Eddie says with a teasing lilt but Steve knows that he means it.
"Same to you."
Eddie's teasing smile falters as he looks at Steve. One of his thumbs swipes at a remaining tear trail.
Steve's heart beats a little harder and he can't stop staring at Eddie's lips. He wonders when that became a thing.
"There's one thing you could do for me for my birthday," Steve breaths out.
"And what's that?" Eddie asks quietly.
Steve doesn't answer him, he just leans in slowly, closing his eyes when his nose brushes against Eddie's. But then he feels Eddie gently pull away.
"Earlier, I said I wanted you to remember when I blow your mind, Steve."
Steve's eyes flutter open. "I'm not that far gone."
Eddie sighs and mumbles, "I can't believe I'm doing this," and raises his voice to say, "I'll kiss you when I can't smell wine on your breath, deal?"
"Deal," Steve says, holding out his hand.
Eddie laughs as he shakes it, then grabs it to pull them both up.
"Bedtime?" Steve asks. Eddie nods, turning off the TV before leading the way to the kitchen to get two glasses of water before heading to Steve's room.
Steve knows exactly when that became a thing - the second time Eddie was over at his house, and he had a nightmare in the guest room. Steve now insists that he sleeps with him anytime he's over.
When they get into bed on their by-now-established sides, Steve can't help but say, "I think this is the best birthday I've had in a long time." He sighs and reaches out to grab Eddie's hand laying between them. "Maybe next year I'll tell everyone."
"Or we can make up a fake birthday for you that happens to fall sometime next week, and next year we'll pretend that everyone remembered the wrong date."
Steve laughs and squeezes Eddie's hand. "Or next week, I can take you on a date."
"Shh," Eddie quickly shushes him, "This definitely means it's time for you to go to bed."
"I can't wait for you to blow my mind in the morning," Steve says instead of trying and failing to fight Eddie on the fact that he's more coherent than he thinks he is. Besides, the faster he falls asleep, the sooner tomorrow will come.
"Goodnight, Steve," Eddie says, slightly amused.
"Goodnight, Eds."
Much to Eddie's surprise, he wakes up to Steve asking for a kiss. And he very much blows his mind.
#the steddie bug is back and it bit me hard#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie ficlet
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espresso [rafe cameron]
âoh he looks so cute, wrapped round my finger..â ËÊâĄÉË
pairing - rafe cameron x reader
summary - rafe doesnât do relationships, cuddling, kisses, and sweetness. strictly no commitment hookups had sufficed. that was until he met the girl at the coffee shop.
warnings - nothing rlly, just super sweet whipped rafe
Rafe was heartless. Cold. Rough. Any situation he had with girls was nothing more than thatâa situation, a fling. He had absolutely zero desire to be in anything committed.
To his friends, his sisters, his family, and his hookupsâhe was a mean, heartless monster. (Only tolerating Wheezie, of course.)
And he liked it that way.
No one expected anything from him, no one bored him with their feelings. It made his life so much easier not being overly concerned about the well-being of others.
But today, when Wheezie dragged Rafe to some fancy coffee shop sheâs been wanting to visit, his philosophy flew out the window.
âYeah, Iâll have the caramel latte with cold foam,â the young girl recites her order. âOh! And a chocolate croissant.â
âYeah, for sure!â I smile at her, typing her order into the till. âAnything for you?â I turn my attention to the man next to her, presumably a father or brotherâprobably brother, he seems younger.
He doesnât say anything, his gaze remaining intent on my features, like my words flew right past his ears.
âUm.. sir? Did you want anything?â
The girl next him sighs, shoving his shoulder. âStop staring at her you creep.â
His head shakes, like he was snapped out of a trance. He comes to the situation at hand, pinching the bridge of his nose âIâm sorry, that was probably creepy, my bad,â he chuckles awkwardly. The girl next to him makes a face at him, surprised by his actions.
âItâs okay,â I smile. âI zone out a lot too,â I let out a small giggle, trying to make him feel more comfortable.
He grins, âYeah, um, Iâll take a macchiato, thanks.â
âGreat, and could I get a name for the order?â
âWheââ
âRafe,â he interjects. I grin, writing his name down.
He pays for the drinks, smiling at me before going to find a table with the girl.
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âWhat was that?â Wheezie questions loudly.
âShut it, Wheeze. I was zoned out, is all.â
She blows out a puff of air, âYeah right, me and that barista could practically see the drool falling out of your mouth the second you laid eyes onââ
I kick Wheezieâs leg under the table when that same pretty barista comes by with our drinks.
âOne caramel latte with cold foam and a chocolate croissant,â She smiles sweetly, placing the pastry and sugary drink in front of Wheezie. âAnd one macchiato for Rafe.â
When my name rolls off her tongue, I swear I see stars. She says it with a sweetness Iâve never heard before. Her voice so soft and kind. As sheâs placing the drink in front of me, all I can think about it how much I wish I knew her name.
So, I incite a moment for her to tell me. âThank youâŠâ I pause, trailing off.
âOh, Y/n!â She says, surprise I asked such a question.
Y/n. So fitting. Itâs perfect.
âThatâs a pretty name,â for a pretty girl, I wish to say.
She grins, her cheeks flushing a shy pink. âThanks, if you guys need anything else, let me know!â She informs before wandering off.
Once sheâs out of ear shot, Wheezie begins. âMight as well go kiss her over the coffee beans.â
âOh, shut up, Wheeze.â
one year later
I walk through the doors of Tannyhill like I have so many times before, itâs become a second home.
âHi, sweetie.â Rose says from the living room where she sips on a glass of wine, reading a book.
âHi, Rose! Do you know whereââ
âHeâs in the gym with Topper and Kelce. Beware I hear a lot of groaning and shouting. Too much testosterone for their own good.â She jokes.
I chuckle, shaking my head as I head to the side of the house near the garage where the gym is. The blasting of rap music grows louder the closer I get along with the clanking of weights, and occasional grunts.
I open the door and see Topper and Kelce doing pull ups while Rafe bench presses. Rafe canât see me due to obviously needing to stay focused.
âHey, Y/n,â Topper greets, jumping down from the pull up bar.
Before I could ever reply with a greeting, Rafe hooks up the bench press, sitting up quickly. âY/n?â He smiles, his smile faltering when he turns back toward his friends. âAye, Kelce, turn that shit down.â
He gets up, walking toward me and pushing me out the door and back into the hallway. He closes the door behind him and his hands find their spot on my waist, a grin taking home on his lips. âHey baby.â
I smile, my cheeks flushing pink. âHi.â
âWhatâre you doing here?â He asks, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles into my skin thatâs exposed near the hemline of my shirt.
My hands run up his chest, manicured nails running along the collar of his shirt. âNothinâ⊠just missed you is all.â
âYeah?â He questions, that sly smirk on his lips. âYou missed me, baby?â
âYeah, come hang out with me? We can just stay upstairs or we can go to the beach maybe? Or go get lunch, hm?â I coo, my hands now running along his jaw, studying his every feature.
âWhatever you wanna do, my love. Just wanna spend time with you.â He leans in, his lips kissing their favorite spots along my jaw and neck. He pauses for a moment when he hears childish giggles from the other side of the door.
Topper and Kelce walk out, teasing grins on their faces. âI missed you baby,â Topper mocks. âI missed you more, come kiss me and spend time with me, please Y/n. Let me worship the ground youââ
Kelce was cut off by a rough punch to his shoulder. âOw! Shit, Rafe. Not my fault youâre whipped.â
Topper and Kelce chuckle, walking past us toward the front door. âTry that shit again and you wonât be able to walk out of here!â Rafe threatens.
âOh cmon, Rafe. They just know youâre wrapped around my finger,â I say loud enough for them to hear.
âAinât that the motherfuckinâ truth!â Topper shouts before shutting the front door behind him.
Rafe buries his head in my shoulder, âBaby, youâre just egging them on.â
I chuckle, âSorry, youâre just so cute all wrapped around my finger.â
He looks back in my eyes, a smile on his lips. âIâm whipped and Iâm proud.â
I chuckle, slapping his chest playfully as I drag him upstairs.
#obx fic#rafe cameron#rafe cameron imagines#rafe cameron fluff#rafe obx#rafe cameron blurb#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader#outer banks#outerbanks rafe
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Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam âïž Part Five
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A/N: Starting to realize I need to slow down, things are really getting complicated and I want everything to be included. Including proper warnings and important plot details and to really keep things more polished.
A/N: Also, going through the doubts on my writing, but we is gonna persevere, yâall. Iâm going to take some time to focus on Obsessions.
Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior, Kidnapping, Vomiting, Slight Stalking
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After running Dateâs life, Tim starts to investigate Reader full throttle. Before it was just something he did to relax between cases when he couldnât shut off his brain. Now, he didnât want to miss anything. Not a single detail. Heâd also been having trouble digging up an information on readerâs small town.
Apparently, they werenât up to date on their technology. Canât hack computers for information if the computers donât exist. Still, it was nice to find out about Readerâs childhood. (Making notes for Bruce to add certain flora and fauna to the Manorâs garden and looking up any restaurants in Gotham that he could possibly take Reader too. You know, as friends.) But, Tim was nothing if not stubborn.
Reader, having a bit of whiplash from Dickâs comforting and sudden departure starts trying to fill their time by hanging out with Cassandra, Duke, and/or Stephanie.
They also call back home informing Nana about the Date incident. Surprisingly enough, Nana was sympathetic. (Though Reader couldnât help thinking she was using that condescending small town sarcasm. Maybe theyâd just been in Gotham for too long?) Regardless, Nana lends a comforting ear and even talks about BFF and their older brother, Childhood Crush, to Reader in an attempt to distract them. Telling them what the two have been up to. (How much they miss you. They canât wait for you to come home visit.)
Reader, however, is a tad more concerned with Younger Brother. Making sure to ask how he is fairing and if he could come visit them in Gotham for a bit. Just to give Nana and Grand Daddy a much needed break since their age is catching up with them. (Arenât you so sweet? Caring so much for your real family.)
But, Nana brushes reader off. No need, heâs been hanging out with Childhood Crush and BFF. Theyâve really taken him under their wing. (Theyâd make great a great partners. Donât you think, dear?) It does arouse Readerâs suspicions, but when they call their Younger Brother, he sounds⊠fine⊠Said he was having more fun with BFF than Childhood Crush, but thatâs a given. (BFF knows Reader best, and wonât let anything happen to him or Reader.) Theyâre probably overthinking things about things back home. (That pang of homesickness just doesnât seem to go away.)
At school, however, things were changing.
Damian wasnât lying to himself about scaring off Readerâs friends. A few started to avoid Reader suddenly. But, a few, mostly the wealthier ones, stayed close. Not at all bothered by Damianâs sudden campaign. Some even introducing Reader to their closer circles.
Readerâs happy to have more friends, but the loss of Date and Readerâs more down to earth friends weighed on them. Readerâs new group felt like an isolated bubble cage that encloses tightly around them (and wouldnât let them go.)
Bruce has been pretty strict about who Reader spends time with since the gala. But, Reader, going stir crazy when Cass, Steph, and Duke, respectively, are to busy (have patrol and missions), decides to ask Barbara if they can hang out with her. (A stranger is better than nothing.)
Timâs seems to be too busy with whatever heâs doing. (Heâs technically spending time on Reader, rather than with Reader.) Reader loves Alfred, but theyâre always helping him cook. Dickâs gone off on some errand in Buldhaven or Gotham (Reader canât remember, theyâre a bit annoyed by how finicky he can be with giving Reader attention.). Jason might actually choke reader if they suggest hanging out. And, Reader is still pissed at Damian for being a rude little shit (Plus, they suspect he has something to do with their friends leaving them. They just canât prove it.)
Barbara agrees to bring Reader to work with her at the Gotham City Library. Fully expecting Reader to mostly stay to themselves or possibly sneak off. (As members of the family are prone to do.) She is pleasantly surprised that Reader actually tends to stay by her side. Of course, Reader goes and gets a few books to curl up with. But, they quietly chat with Barbara, occasionally assisting with task, and mostly just enjoy silent companionship.
Reader doesnât expect Barbara to entertain them, they can entertain themselves. They just donât want to be alone at the moment. (Reader hates being alone when theyâre sad. Hate. Hate. Hates it.) Barbara finds the silent and soft companionship to be a balm for the soul, so to speak. Thereâs no pressure. No duty. Just companionship. (Itâs eases her mind how Reader is willing to stay safe. Theyâre not being dramatic or doing something foolish. I can get used to this.)
After the day is over, Barbara reports how Reader behaved back to Bruce. (Didnât wander, stayed close by, wasnât rude or sarcastic. That Gala had to have been a fluke. It has to be those horrible friends of Readerâs corrupting them.) If anything, it builds a level of trust with Bruce that Reader can be cautious and they wonât have to worry about them leaving. (Running away. Ha!)
Bruce decides Reader deserves a little more trust. (He wants to spoil his child.) Giving them more leeway to spend time in Gotham. But, only with members of the family. Which would be fine, if they were available. Thereâs, unfortunately, been an Arkham Breakout.
The entire family is on high alert for the next few days, especially since Joker escaped this time. (Hell, no. The family isnât risking it. They wonât allow it. If Joker does something to Reader heâs dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Batman wonât stop anyone for killing him this time if he dares.) The family prioritize his capture, even recruiting the Gotham Sirens and the Superfamily to get the job done. Itâs probably the fastest Jokerâs ever been caught. (Joker is definitely pissed over the matter. And, will be making it everyoneâs problem next time he gets out. What are you protecting Batsy? What are you trying to hide from me? Are we not friends?
Reader gets a brief introduction to Clark Kent during this ordeal. Before, Reader had only seen Conner and Jon around the manor hanging out with Damian and Tim respectively. (Conner would always try to flirt, which annoyed Reader. And, Jon was avoid on principle of being near Damian. Though, Reader was nice if they caught him alone in the manor. Which was growing more frequent recently.)
Clark is charmed, surprised by the Reader having grown up in a Smalltown. For Reader, itâs nice to meet someone who understands the longing for simplicity. Though Clark personally felt like he had something bigger to achieve outside of his town. Still they appreciate each otherâs mindset. (Clark also wouldnât mind inviting Reader out to the Kent farm. It would be fun to annoy Bruce. Plus, Reader is clearly struggling in Gotham. Heâs not wrong.)
With Joker locked up, the family relaxes⊠Somewhat. They still have the rest of the rouge gallery to catch and have to work overtime to do it. Hardly any of them are seen outside the Batcave, which Reader is eighty-four percent certain is in the library.
Reader spends a lot of time pacing the halls. Looking at the paintings and furniture. Itâs lonely. Itâs like living in a house thatâs haunted by ghost youâre supposed to know, but donât. (If I have to live in a house haunted by ghost, Iâd rather be haunted by the ones that loved me. I wanna go home. I want Momma and Daddy. I hate being alone. I hate it here.)
Stephanie, however, having made plans with Reader, finally gets a chance to take them out into Gotham. It takes a nearly a week, but they do manage to get out into the city together. Stephanie showing Reader all her favorite sights, pointing out landmarks and fun things. Itâs possibly the funnest day Readerâs had since coming to Gotham. Arcades, Ice Skating, food trucks, street performers, itâs all new and exciting.
Nothing good last in Readerâs life it seems.
In broad daylight, Reader is forcefully grabbed and thrown into the back of a truck.
Thereâs a massive down side to being Bruce Wayneâs child. You easily get taken hostage and held for ransom.
Stephanie is helpless. She can only watch it happen too far away to make it to Reader in time. The horror and fear on Readerâs face made her stomach turn violently.
She immediately called Barbara to start tracking the vehicle and the thugs, sending an alert out to the entire family.
Once done she couldnât stop herself from letting the disgust and shame bubble from her gut out on to the pavement. Just the thought of Reader being hurt making her physically ill. (Give them back. How dare they take whatâs mine? Itâs my fault. I shouldnât have left them alone. Theyâre helpless without me.)
#platonic batfam#yandere batfam#yandere batfamily#yandere bruce wayne#batfam x reader#batfamily x reader#yandere damian wayne#yandere tim drake#yandere dc#dc x reader#yandere dick grayson#yandere jason todd#yandere clark kent#yandere superfam#yandere duke thomas#yandere stephanie brown#yandere cassandra cain#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere batfam x reader#yandere x reader#yandere Barbara Gordan#platonic batfamily#platonic yandere#smalltown!reader
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Falling
Nico Hischier x fem!reader
summary: reader gets hurt and nico is worried about her
notes: yâall i ainât gonna lie, i went through a bit of a rollercoaster while writing this. i loved it at first, then halfway through started hating it, then somehow started loving it again towards the end. so if it seems a little all over place iâm sorry. also i know very little about how a dislocated shoulder works, so just pretended i didnât if i got anything wrong. i hope yâall enjoy it!! happy reading!! đ«¶đŒ
request: from my 400 follower celly - âA hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okayâ where reader maybe gets in an accident or gets hurt in their sport (nothing major). Bonus points if you add âI can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.â
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âYeah, Mom, Iâm fine. Nothingâs broken, just a nasty dislocation,â you attempt to calm your motherâs nerves, trying to unlock your apartment door with your good arm while balancing your phone between your cheek and shoulder. âThey reset it for me and told me to follow up with my primary care on Monday. Gave me some pain meds and sent me on my way.â
âWell, what about until then? What if you need help? What about work? How will you drive?â she rapid fires questions at you.
âIâll figure it out, donât worry. Since it was a work-related injury, Iâll still get paid. And theyâre paying all of the medical bills, so thatâs all taken care of,â you make your way into your apartment, shutting the door with your foot behind you. âEverything else Iâll handle as it comes.â
She doesnât seem satisfied with your answer, tsking into her phone, making you picture her trademark displeased headshake.
âWhat about Nico? Why donât you stay with him until youâre back to 100%? Iâm sure heâd be willing to help out,â she suggests, her tone switching from worried to suggestive.
You roll your eyes, knowing exactly where this conversation is headed.
âMom, how many times do I have to tell you, Nico and I are just friends. We work together. Just because you think you saw him look at me a certain way when you were visiting doesnât mean I have to call him every time something goes wrong,â you tell her, placing your bag on your kitchen table.
Ever since your mom came in a few months ago to visit, sheâs been on your case about making a move on Nico, it all starting when she witnessed Nico helping you across the ice during a pre-game practice while trying to get some action shots.
You work as a photographer for the Devils, not realizing that being able to ice skate would have been a nice addition to your resume.
Your college advisor arranged the interview for you right before graduation. You had no previous knowledge of hockey, having come from a football family. You told your advisor this, but she insisted you didnât have to know anything about a sport to be able to take good pictures of it.
During the interview, you made sure to inform your now boss that you didnât know how to skate, hoping it wouldnât be a problem. He assured you that you could take pictures from the stands or the players bench, the chance of you having to step onto the ice slim.
For the first few months of your job, it was smooth sailing. You were mostly taking pictures from the camera holes in the glass or being told to cover locker room and arrival pictures. You worked with one other photographer, a seasoned sports photography veteran named Phil. Phil was a New Jersey native, having grown up skating, so he took over the duties of any major action shots the director wanted from on the ice.
Unfortunately for you, Philâs wife had convinced him to retire early, losing his help right before the leagueâs short Christmas break.
Seeing as they had just hired you, and it was the middle of the season, the hunt for a replacement for Phil was put on the backburner, more important team matters taking precedence.
You were forced to take over Philâs duties, meaning you were now responsible for any on the ice shots. You had found a way to slowly scoot across the perimeter of the rink, staying out of the way while also getting the shots you needed.
Your system was working well until the morning of a gameday, having gotten permission from your boss to bring your mother along to this particular practice, wanting to show her all aspects of your job.
For this particular game, the players were especially focused on practicing their skills and running drills during morning skate. You were doing your typical shuffle while clutching the edge of the waist-high wall when someone came zooming past you, causing your feet to start sliding uncontrollably, not being able to find your footing on the slick ice.
You felt the moment you were about to fall, waiting for the impact of your butt on the cold ice, but it never came. You felt yourself fall into a body covered by plastic pads, gloved hands shooting out to grab your upper arms.
You looked up, seeing Nico smiling down at you in amusement.
âItâs a bit slippery out here, huh?â he jokes, making sure youâre standing steady on your feet before letting go of you.
âWell, we are standing on ice, soâŠ.â You trail off, grabbing onto the wooden ledge again, preventing another near fall.
Nico laughs, looking down and shuffling his skates back and forth.
âWell would you look at that? We are on ice â He flashes a smile, looking back up at you.
You stick your tongue out at him, earning another chuckle from the teamâs Captain.
âYou know, most people use these great things called ice skates when they try to walk on ice,â he tells you, lifting one skate up for emphasis.
Rolling your eyes, you scoff out a âOh wow, why didnât I ever think of that?â
âJust some food for thought,â Nico shrugged as he placed his foot back down on the ice, skating in a little circle, as if to say âSee, told you so.â
You let go of the ledge to cross your arms, forgetting that you needed the stability. When you try to shift your weight from one leg to the other, you lose your footing again, this time falling forward into Nico. You let the camera in your hands fall, grabbing onto his biceps to stay upright, thankful for the camera strap around your neck.
His hands shoot out to grab your forearms.
âYou know the sad thing is, even with the skates, Iâd still be as clumsy, considering I have absolutely no idea how to use them,â you tell him, the two of you still holding on to one another.
Nico shakes his head at you, placing one of your hands on his forearm, moving you from in front of him to beside of him.
He starts slowly skating towards the bench while you shuffle your feet along, putting all of your focus on keeping yourself upright until you reach your destination.
When you finally reach the bench, you step off of the ice and let out a breath of relief.
âThanks, Cap. Wouldâve hated to make a fool of myself out there while my momâs watching,â you thank him, looking over to where your mom sits, a smile on her face.
Nico follows your gaze and waves to your mom, matching her smile.
âWell, we wouldnât want that now, would we? What if she found out her daughter was a skating fraud?â he teases, leaning in to whisper the last two words.
âItâs her fault for never taking me to the rink my town would throw up once a year at Christmas. Who knows, maybe I wouldâve been a skating prodigy if given the chance,â you shrug.
A mischievous smile makes its way onto his face. âI think we should put that theory to the test,â he tells you, causing your eyes to latch onto his.
âCome again?â You raise your eyebrows and tilt your chin down.
âI mean, I canât have some photographer out on my ice during practices that canât even stand up,â he keeps his tone light, making sure you know heâs just teasing, âSo, Iâm going to teach you how to skate, and see if you really would have been a skating prodigy.â
He skates off, winking before resuming his practice.
You donât have a chance to speak to him again until after the game, when you get at text from an unknown number reading âRink, tomorrow, 2pm. Iâll bring skates, just bring your prodigy skills.â
After that, you meet with Nico twice a week for skating lessons.
The two of you quickly form a friendship, Nico bringing you coffee on gamedays and you slipping him snacks on the bench during games. You even started inviting him over for dinner after your lessons, insisting the least you can do is feed him to repay him for preventing you from making a fool of yourself on the ice.
Today, however, you did make a fool of yourself on the ice.
You were standing behind the net, telling the players to skate towards you so you could get some shots for the teamâs Instagram account by request of the social media manager.
Once you were pleased with the amount of shots you had gotten, you left your spot from behind the net, skating slowly towards the benches, still a little wobbly on your skates.
You were looking down at your camera, thinking of how youâll have to get Nico out here after the game to get some shots, knowing heâs currently doing pre-game interviews in the locker room.
You werenât paying the slightest bit of attention to the pucks littering the ice in front of you, skating right into one and losing your balance, holding your camera up with one arm while trying to catch yourself with the other.
You felt the way your shoulder shifted, crying out in pain as players turned and started rushing towards you on the ice.
The team doctor came out and told you he was pretty sure your shoulder was simply dislocated, but sent you to the hospital to make sure nothingâs broken.
The ER doctor confirmed your diagnosis, putting your shoulder back into place before pumping you full of pain meds and placing your arm into a sling.
Which leads you to where you are now, back at your apartment, explaining to your mother why Nico canât be at your beck and call.
âHoney, when are you going to realize that boy is in love with you? Iâm telling you, the way I saw him look at you that day I came to visit, the skating lessons and dinners,â she starts, giving you her typical speech when you tell her Nico is just a friend.
âMom, it doesnât matter what you think you saw, weâre seriously just friends. And heâs busy, his schedule is too hectic to spend his time babysitting me,â you interrupt her, not wanting to hear her Nico speech for the thousandth time, regretting ever telling her about the skating lessons.
She sighs into the phone.
âIâm just trying to help you, you knowâŠâ you hear your mother start, but you tune the rest of her words out, focusing on the three loud knocks on your front door.
Your head turns to your door, the unexpected noise causing you to jump, the sudden motion tipping your bag over, the contents spilling all of your kitchen floor.
âHoney, are you alright? What was that?â your mom halts her one-sided conversation, worry in her tone.
âShit!â you exclaim, watching the container of memory cards fly open, the small squares sliding across the linoleum floor.
You forget about the sling on your arm, crouching down and trying to reach for the cards with your bad arm, a searing pain shooting through your shoulder at the movement.
Letting out a loud yelp, you bring your arm back to its resting positing in the sling.
âY/N, whatâs going on? Did you hurt yourself?â you barely hear your motherâs voice through the phone speaker, not being able to think about anything other than the throbbing pain in your shoulder.
You hear three more pounds on your front door, this time a voice following the knocks.
âY/N! Open up!â
You groan, trying to stand up, too many people trying to get your attention at the moment.
âHoney, talk to me. Is someone in there with you? I heard another voice,â your mother asks you as you stand, making your way over towards your front door.
âSomeoneâs knocking on the door,â you grit through your teeth, trying to think about anything but the pain in your shoulder. âI dropped my bag and tried to pick something up with my bad arm. Iâm fine. Just hurts,â you tell her, opening your door to see a frantic Nico standing there.
His wide eyes scan your body, stopping once they see the sling on your arm.
You notice his wet hair and lack of socks on his tennis shoe covered feet.
âAre you okay? They told me you had to be taken to the hospital before the game started, but no one knew what really happened,â he rushed out, looking up at your face.
âHey, Mom, gotta go, Nicoâs at my door,â you tell her, a little stunned that the object of your conversation just appeared, hanging up the phone before she could make any comments about it.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Are you?â you ask him, pointing towards his feet, an amused smile on your face. The shock of seeing him at your door making you completely forget about the pain in your shoulder.
Nico looks down at his own feet, looking back up at you with red cheeks.
âOh, uh, I couldnât find my socks after the game and i couldnât get you to answer your phone, so I rushed over to the hospital to see if you were still there, and they told me you left about an hour ago, so I hopped in my car and came over here to make sure you were okay,â he tells you, not meeting your eye.
Youâre shocked at his confession, not expecting him to be so concerned about your impromptu trip to the hospital.
âWell, Iâm here and still standing,â you awkwardly stand in your doorway, not knowing what else to say, thinking about how if you werenât arguing with your mom over Nico on the phone, you might have gotten his calls.
âYeah, I see that now,â he shoves his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.
The two of you stand there, not really knowing what to say to one another.
âDo you want to come in?â you ask him, moving out of the doorway to let him step into your apartment.
Nico shakes his head yes and walks past you, looking towards the mess on the floor in your kitchen.
âWhat happened here? Is this the crash I heard?â he asks you.
âYeah, the bag fell and spilled everything. When I went to pick it up, I forgot and used my bad shoulder,â you gesture to your slinged arm.
Nico shakes his head at you, crouching down to pick up the camera disks all over the floor.
âOh, no, you donât have to-â
âWell youâre sure as hell not trying to pick them up again,â Nico interrupts you, standing and placing the now full box of disks on your table.
You roll your eyes at him, walking over towards your fridge.
âSo, what exactly happened? Jack told me you hurt your shoulder?â he follows you over to your fridge, watching you scan its contents, or lack thereof.
âWell, I was looking at my camera and skated right into a bunch of pucks on the floor, then was too focused on saving the equipment instead of remembering how to fall properly,â you told him, remembering his words during your first skate lesson, telling you not to catch yourself if you fall on the ice.
âSee, I told you to just let yourself fall. Never try to catch yourself,â he echoes his words in your thoughts.
âYeah, well, itâs a lot easier said than done,â you deadpan, shutting your fridge door and looking at Nico.
Your stomach growls at that exact moment, making you groan at your lack of food in your fridge, not having eaten since before your accident.
âWhen was the last time you ate anything?â Nico asks you, looking down at your growling stomach.
âUhhh, breakfast?â you recall.
Nicoâs eyes widen. âItâs almost midnight. Did they really not feed you at the hospital?â he asks you.
âConsidering they were busy doing x-rays and scans to make sure nothing was broken or torn, no,â you walk over to your cabinets, finding them also bare.
âAlright, go sit down and Iâll order us something to eat,â Nico shoos you out of the kitchen, walking over and opening the drawer where you keep all of your takeout menus.
You wonder how he knows where your menus are, forgetting for a moment that heâs over at your apartment at least twice a week after your skating lessons. Sometimes more, the occasional movie night making its way into your weekly routine.
âWhat do you want? Sushi? Chinese? Burgers?â he questions, flipping through your menus.
For some reason, your brain chooses this moment to register how much you enjoy the sight of Nico in your kitchen, looking through your takeout menus and offering to order you dinner.
You think back to all the times heâs helped you make dinner, laughter filling every moment of your time together. You think about how he always wear his pjs when he comes over for a movie night, bringing a different chocolate candy to put in the popcorn each time. You think about how he somehow learned your coffee order without you ever telling him, bringing you a coffee every morning, even at away games.
You think about your motherâs words, and how you didnât even have to ask Nico to come over tonight, or to give you skating lessons. You think about how you never have to ask Nico to do anything he does for you â which is a lot, youâre realizing â he just does it. He does it because he wants to, because heâs kind and caring and wants to spend time with you.
âHello? Earth to Y/N, what do you want for dinner?â Nico snaps you out of your sudden revelation.
âSorry, spaced out for a second. Must be the pain meds,â you tell him, knowing that your mind isnât the least bit impaired right now.
âOkay, go sit down, we need to get some food in you then,â he fishes his phone out of his pocket, mumbling out âCanât believe they pumped you full of meds on an empty stomach.â
You make your way to your couch, sitting down and taking your shoes off, making yourself as comfortable as you can.
You remove a stray piece of hair that fell onto your face, knowing how awful it must look.
When you fell on the ice, the claw clip that was holding your hair in its up-do broke, causing it to fan out over the cold, wet ice. Once you got to the hospital, you were put in and out of so many different machines, you can only imagine the tangled, matted mess it is.
You get up and go to your bathroom, finding your brush and trying to comb it out. The task proving to be difficult with only one hand. The tangles keep pulling your head back and hurting your tender scalp, but you keep trying, whimpering each time the brush gets stuck on a particularly bad tangle.
You donât even hear Nico approach your bathroom, just a sigh and âI told you to sit down,â before the brush is taken from your hand and you see Nicoâs reflection behind you in the mirror.
Without another word, he proceeds to brush your hair for you, ensuring every tangle is gone before setting the brush on your sink.
The two of you make eye contact in the mirror, neither one wanting to break the silence during the surprisingly intimate moment.
You clear your throat, looking down after the silence got too intense, causing Nico to avert his eyes as well.
âI really wish i could wash my hair, but i know thatâs a no go tonight,â you chuckle, wishing your bathroom was a little bit bigger in this moment.
âI can braid your hair for you,â Nico starts, staring at you in the mirror, watching your eyes snap up to meet his. âI mean, only if you want,â he stutters out.
âReally?â you ask him, a little stunned.
âYeah. I used to help Nina with hers all the time when I was younger,â Nico mentions his older sister, grabbing your hair lightly and starting to section it off. âAnytime she would have a sleep over I would always weasel my way into the party. So one day, she made me sit in a braiding chain and learn how to braid her hair.â
You let out a giggle, picturing a smaller version of Nico sitting at the end of a line of girls, braiding their long hair.
âThen, Nina claimed I got so good at it she always wanted me to braid her hair before her volleyball matches, then her friends all started wanting me to do theirs, too,â he continues talking, nearly lulling you to sleep with the soft movements of his hands as you listen to him speak.
âI think thatâs adorable,â you quietly speak, closing your eyes.
âWhat can I say? When a pretty girl needs her hair braided, who am I to keep my skills to myself?â he jokes, making you wonder if he meant you or his sisterâs friends.
âIâm sure itâs any little boyâs dream to have an entire volleyball team at his mercy, all those pretty volleyball players begging him to play with their hair,â you tease him, handing him the hair tie that you always keep on your wrist.
âI donât know, I think playing with a pretty photographerâs hair is better, if you ask me,â he ties the hair tie around the bottom of the braid, reaching up to pull the braid loose, making sure itâs not too tight.
You keep your eyes closed, knowing he can likely see the redness on your cheeks at his words.
âAlright, eyes open. Need to make sure you like my work,â he places his hands on your biceps, making sure to keep his touch feather light on your bad arm.
He turns you around so youâre facing him, holding a handheld mirror that was laying on your sink in front of your face, allowing you to see the reflection of the braid.
Youâre shocked to see the flawless Dutch braid that cascades down your back.
âNico, youâre likeâŠreally good at this,â you reach your good hand to the back of your head, running it down the braid.
âTold you, I had a lot of practice,â he shrugs, setting the mirror down.
You yawn, the relaxing nature of having your hair braided allowing you to realize how tired you are from the dayâs events.
âNuh-uh, gotta keep you awake until we get some food in you,â he tuts, taking his hands and patting your cheeks.
You groan, leaning into his palms that stay resting on your face.
âCâmon, letâs get you changed and on the couch,â he motions for you to leave the bathroom.
You walk to your room, Nico helping you carefully remove your sling before leaving and giving you some privacy.
You change into your pajamas, somehow managing to get your arm into an oversized Devils shirt you found at the bottom of your drawer.
Nico is standing outside of your door when you open it, helping you back into your sling.
He stands in front of you, staring at you with a look that you canât decipher.
âIsâŠeverything okay?â you question him, noticing his stare after adjusting your sling.
His eyes snap up to you, seemingly unaware that he was even staring at you in the first place.
âUh, yeah, sorry. I just- is that my shirt?â he asks you, pointing to your pj shirt.
You look down at the oversized shirt, trying to think of where you got it.
It had just showed up in your laundry basket one day, assuming it was one they gave you when you got your job, but Nicoâs question makes you think harder.
You realize, suddenly, you do remember where you got it.
During one of your post lesson dinners, Nico had spilled his drink all over his shirt. You offered to wash it for him after he changed to a shirt in his duffel.
You meant to take it back to him after you washed it, but forgot about it entirely, packing it away in your pajama drawer.
âOh, crap, it is. Do you want it back, I can go change?â you ask him, worried heâs upset that you forgot to give it back.
âNoâŠno itâs fine. Keep it. I have plenty,â he shakes his head, glancing down at it once more.
The two of you make your way to your couch, finding something to watch on tv when thereâs a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of your food.
You start to stand to go get it, but Nico sternly tells you to stay put.
Rolling your eyes you sit back down, grabbing the remote and continuing to channel surf.
Nicoâs gone for longer than you expect, causing you to sit up and turn back towards your kitchen, wondering whatâs taking him so long.
You see him walking over to you, a tray full of food in his hands.
He had ordered from your favorite sushi place, figuring it would be the easiest for you to eat one handed.
As he sat down the tray on the coffee table in front of you, you realized what took him so long.
Nico had put a toothpick in each piece of your sushi, knowing using chopsticks with your non dominant hand would have been hard for you. He poured soy sauce into a small container, allowing you to simply pick up each toothpick and dip it in the sauce before popping it in your mouth.
He had also ordered you a bottle of cherry coke, which he knew was your favorite, and placed it on the tray with the lid unscrewed and a straw peeking out of the bottle next to a glass of ice, just incase you wanted it that way instead.
You looked up at him, feeling that funny feeling in your chest like you did earlier in your kitchen, blown away at how he always seems to think of everything he can to help you out, even when youâre not injured.
You mustâve been looking for longer than you realized, because he cocks his head at you, confusion present on his face.
âWhat?â he asks, not understanding whatâs wrong. âDid you not want sushi? I thought you said it was always the one thing that could cheer you up?â
You shake your head at him. âNo, sushi is perfect,â you tell him, a small smile on your face as you look up at him.
He smiles back for a few moments, then started scooting the coffee table towards you so you donât have to reach to grab your food. He moves around the table to sit beside of you, the size of the small table causing him to sit so close to you that you can feel the warmness of his large thigh against yours.
You once again think about all of the things heâs done for you without you even having to ask. Now including coming over after a gameâno doubt exhausted and soreâand taking care of you without even thinking twice. Braiding your hair and calling you pretty. Staring at you unintentionally wearing his t-shirt. Modifying your food so itâs easier for you to eat with one hand.
You sit there, staring at the man you fear youâre falling in love with, already planning out the apology text youâre going to have to send your mom.
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Pick Me Up?
Charles Leclerc imagine
summary : the four times Charles picks you up and the one time you pick him up.
pairing : Charles leclerc x fem!reader
I believe there is no mention of YN, but I'm not 100% sure.
word count : 3.5 k
warnings : none that I can think of
note : I only read over this once so if there's spelling errors or other mistakes that's what happened. Next up should either be Logan Sargeant my ex is a footballer or the social media accompanying fic. Anyways, enjoy and me if you like it!!
1. Charles picks you up from a bad date
The date had started fine.
Actually more than fine. He showed up on time, was pleasant to the waitress, and had good manners. Really, he would have even gotten a second date, if he hadnât brought up Formula 1.
Itâs a topic you tend to avoid when meeting new people, as they either tend to know a lot already and want to use you to get to Charles or they donât know anything and assume that you are using Charles, when they know nothing about your relationship. It was a hassle you learned to shut down before it even began.
But back at the date with Vince, he had brought it up and thatâs when things started to go down hill.Â
Despite your best efforts, when people brought up Formula 1, you grew taller and more focused on the conversation, itâs like a switch flipped. While Charles driving for the best known team certainly helped your interest, everything about the sport was fascinating for you and you couldnât help but geek out when the topic came up.Â
Vince noticed your reaction and his casual demeanor turned critical. âYou only know about it because you think the drivers are hot.â That had made your smile drop instantly, brows furrowing as you tried to respond. âProbably canât even name all the teams.â He thinks that stumps you, but youâve dealt with enough shitty men in this sport, youâre not taking anything more from this wanna-be investor.
âI donât have to prove my knowledge of F1 to you,â you state, deciding that this dinner is now over.
âOh, now I know you canât even name five drivers.â Your frown deepens, picking up your napkin and placing it on the table next to your plate. It had gone down hill so fast, how disappointing.
âYour attempt at insulting me into submission is falling flat.â His eyes are wide at your comment, and he must not have expected you realize his move. You flag the waitress over and she walks quickly back to your table, noticing how youâre not smiling anymore. Seems like this date is a bust, so another twenty note must be added to the jar of bets amongst the staff of this restaurant.
(You and Charles visit the place often as it was the sight of your first job, but also the food and people were lovely, and bringing a first date here was the safest option.)
(So they all knew you and were betting on when the dam breaks and you two admit your feelings for each other.)
You hand Lucille enough money to cover both yours and Vinceâs meals, not bothering with the change. Your goal now is to get as far away from Vince as soon as possible. He opens his mouth to say something again, but you are already out of your seat and walking towards the front door, phone calling Charles to pick you up.
He answers on the first ring, always on alert when you go on dates.
(Not because heâs jealous or anything, but because heâs worried about you and needs to make sure that you stay safe. Heâs been tempted to bribe the staff of your little restaurant for information during dates after a particularly bad one, but his mom talked him out of it.)
âMa cherie, is everything alright?â You roll your eyes at his question, just knowing that thereâs a smirk on his face right now. He didnât have a great feeling about Vince, but he wouldnât say I told you so.
âCan you pick me up please?â You barely need to finish your question before he answers with an âof course, Iâm already on my way.â
âNeed me to stay on the phone?â You glance back at the restaurant, looking in the window to find Vince scrolling away on his phone, oblivious to the movement around him.
âNo, focus on the streets. Iâll be fine.â Charles hums his answer and hangs up, leaving you to look busy on the streets of Monte Carlo.
He pulls up not even two minutes later, stopping the car haphazardly in a tow-away zone. You rush to the side, opening the door and shimmying in as fast as you can because even though this is Charles Leclercâs very recognizable Pista, you donât want to risk any tickets. While he pulls away you realize how fast he showed up and a question forms on your lips, but he speaks before you have the chance to ask.
âI was only down the road at the marina.â He seems sheepish, like the answer is rehearsed, but you donât push it because youâre still grateful that he showed up. What would you do without him to pick up after a bad date?
2. Charles picks you cause your car breaks down
This time when you call him should feel less embarrassing than other times, but really it only feels worse. How are you going to admit to him that the car youâve been saving up for and desperately wanting since you were 7 just crapped out on you before you could even get out of the parking garage? Especially when he advised you against such car. It would be humiliating.Â
Alas, you made the call, practicing in your mind what you would say to him.Â
Again, he picks up on the first ring, though this time youâre not sure as to why he answered so fast.
âIs everything alright, ma cherie?â You blush, grateful he canât see your face.
âIâm stuck,â you exhale, ready to face what ever he has in store for you.
âStuck?â
âMy car wonât start and Iâm still at work, everyone else has left and Iâm in need of a ride.â
âOkay,â he answers, relief filling you. âIâm leaving the gym with Andrea, I should be there in 15 minutes. Donât talk to any strangers.â
âLove you too, Charles.â You roll your eyes, hanging up on him and sitting in the drivers seat of your beloved, but broken, car. Thatâs some good money about to go down the drain for the tow and mechanic fees. As you debate calling your dad to help you out with diagnosing whatâs wrong with the car, a familiar rumble enters the garage, and you see the ever famous Pista pulling up next to you, a smirking Charles in the driverâs seat.
âSomeone call for a pick up?â You want to roll your eyes at him, but the smile on his face makes the irritation melt away. After a long day at work, made even longer because your stupid car that you really wanted wouldnât start, all you feel is relief and affection for the man in front of you, and itâs a little too overwhelming.
Tears pool in your eyes and Charles frowns, cutting the engine and climbing out so he can hug you. He only admits it to his mother, but holding you is just as good a driving when heâs driving on the track with a car that responds to his every command.
(And what he wonât admit to anyone is that if holding you feels like that, then kissing you must feel like heâs just won a world championship.)
âMa cherie,â he whispers, pulling your body into his own and stroking your hair to soothe you. He doesnât ask any questions, which youâre grateful for, you donât actually know whatâs wrong other than everything is just too much and him showing up makes you feel safe enough to let it all out.
When youâve finally slowed your breathing and made yourself relax he pulls away, looking at you with so much love in his eyes that youâre not sure if youâre dreaming. âNow you know what it felt like to drive under Binnotto.â
The comment is a shock and it makes you snort, which is what Charles was going for. Your laugh that he thinks could make him smile even in the darkest moods. âYou canât say that Mr. Ferrari.â You smack his chest while shaking your head, but the rueful smile on your face tells him that you still havenât gotten over the team principle screwing him over.
Then the smile eases into something much more natural, and he knows the tense moment has passed. âTakeout?â he suggests, ushering you to the passenger side of his car. You nod at him and heâs pretty sure that he would do anything to make you smile.
3. Charles picks you up for a spontaneous lunch date
The next day itâs he who calls you, but you still an answer on the first ring.
(Youâve dedicated a MĂ„neskin song as his ringtone so you always know when heâs calling)
(He made your ringtone a Mika song after you dragged him to a concert)
âCharles,â you answer, confusion in your tone.
âMa cherie!â he sounds excited and you canât help but want to follow him anywhere he goes when he sounds like that.
âIs everything alright?â You ask it this time, because shouldnât he be packing for a race now?
âIâm outside, weâre going to spend the day on the water.â After leaving your home last night, Charles decided that you needed a pick me up, and what better way but to spend a few hours lounging around on his yacht, soaking up the sun and enjoying each otherâs company.
(No one else would be there, but this wasnât a date.)
(Seriously Arthur, it wasnât a date.)
You spare a glance around your room, laundry begging to be done and dishes waiting to be washed. Yeah, you could use a day away from chores.
âLet me grab a bag,â you tell him, already throwing more clothes around the room in search of your favorite bathing suit. He hums through the speaker and you put your phone down to keep searching for the bathing suit. It was your favorite red crossover one piece and you be damned if you didnât wear it today, anything to manifest a Ferrari win.
When you finally manage to find it, in the pile of clean but not put away laundry, you pick your phone back up and tell Charles youâll be right down.
In two minutes youâre out the door of apartment, eyes landing on Charles leaning against his car. He looks so handsome with the windswept hair and Ray-bans on, you really have to wonder why heâs spending the afternoon with you and not some model he met in a garage.
(Heâd say itâs because itâs the weekend before a race and this is a tradition, spending the afternoon with you before he leaves is the only way to ward off bad luck.)
(Seriously, before the Netherlands race last year you'd been unable to make it because of a bad cold and he had to retire the car that race, so safe to say you were forced to the boat, or his apartment, or he came over before the plane every time after that.)
Maybe the question is what would he do without you?
4. Charles picks you up from a girlâs night
This time Charles doesnât pick up on the first ring, in fact, he barely makes it to the phone in time to answer. Thatâs because itâs not you who is calling, but rather a friend.
You and few girl friends had decided on a girls night out for one of them going through a bad break up, but after a few pregame shots and then drinks at this club, you were pretty intoxicated.
Looking for your group after coming back from the bathroom and the bar, you had spotted Lando and Max across the room, which made you think about Charles.
(Not that he ever really left your mind.)
And when you think about Charles, you wonder where he is, so you went to your friends. Both their faces lit up when they saw you, indicating that they were also not sober. After a quick hug for both of them you turn to survey the rest of the bar, looking for your Monagasque.Â
âHeâs not here!â shouts Max, trying to be heard over the noise. Your shoulders drop, turning back to the two racers with a pout on your lips.
âWhere is he?â you ask, trying to seem nonchalant, but drunk you canât hide her feelings as easily as sober you.
(Many would argue that sober you canât hide her feelings easily either, but all that matters is that Charles doesnât find out. And since heâs too occupied in hiding his also obvious feelings, youâre both oblivious to the otherâs pining.)
Lando says that Charles stayed at home, something about playing the piano and having an early night was more tempting than drinks. The real reason being that if Charles went out he would not have been able to stop thinking about you and your potential suitors, which would lead to him drinking to forget. He was not up for another heartbreak hangover.
Your eyes light up at the mention of Charles playing the piano, sitting down in the booth with them. âOh! I bet itâs going to sound wonderful!â Both drivers roll their eyes, and to their disappointment, youâre not drunk enough to miss it. âYou donât like his music?â The accusation in your tone makes them readjust their face. Itâs not that they donât like his compositions, itâs just that when Charles explains them, itâs almost always about how you looked on a certain day and he just was so inspired he had to put something down. Theyâre really tired of the back and forth between you too.
You begin your speech on how talented Charles is at the piano, which then morphs into how talented he is as a driver, and then as a person. It all turns into a ramble about how proud you are of him, something theyâve all heard before.
When youâve somehow made it to Leo and how Charles chose the perfect puppy, the man himself shows up.
âMa cherie,â he interjects, placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. You turn towards him, and Max swears that there should be cartoon hearts in your eyes.
âCharles!â you yell, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. âWhat are you doing here?â Youâre slightly too loud for being in his arms, but he doesnât care if you yell his ear off, itâs still you.
âMax said you were ready to come home.â Your brows furrow at that, because you donât remember ever saying that, or even Max disappearing to call Charles, but you canât be mad at him showing up.
âOne more drink?â you ask, eyes pleading with him. Charles shakes his head, he can feel how much heâs supporting your weight even while sitting and knows that any more alcohol will likely end with you tripping over yourself.
âWater,â he answers and youâve agreed to the words coming out of his mouth because itâs Charles, and heâll never steer you wrong.
Charles heads to the bar to grab a water, running into your group of friends there. He tells them your status and thatâll heâll be taking you home after this drink. They all nod along, most of them predicting that the night would end like this: Charles showing up and driving you home.
When itâs finally time to leave and Charles has ushered you out of the packed club into his Pista, you remember that you came here with a completely different group. âThe girls!â
âDonât worry, ma cherie, I saw them before we left and told them Iâd take you home.â The gentle smile on his face is enough to put one on yours. Where would you be without him, indeed.
+ 1. You pick Charles up from the airport
Youâve got a new car now, thanks to Charles, and since he needs to be picked up from the airport, youâve decided to take it for a nice spin. The roads are relatively clear for the drive, and youâre there in the usual 30 minutes. That makes you early for Charles, but you take the time to work out what youâre going to say to him.
Before you get out of the car you text him your location, so that he can head right out and find you, rather than you going into the terminal to look for him. He always was better at finding you.
The last night out had not only ended with Charles taking you home, but with a revelation. You couldnât keep living like this. Loving him so much and not telling him was suffocating. It made you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff with nothing to keep you safe, and you were tired of it. So the question was, how did you tell him.
âCharles, Iâve been in love with you for ages,â you said, but shook your head. That didnât sound right.
âCharles, I have to tell you something really important. I think Iâm in love with you.â No, you shook your head again and groaned. âI donât think Iâm in love with him, I know I am.â
âCharles, youâre the most important person in my life, I donât know what Iâd do with out you.â Okay, solid start, you might have something with that.
âCharles light of my life.â No. âThatâs too cheesy.â
âGod, I wish I could put into words how much you mean to me. I love you so much I donât know what to do with myself most of the time. Itâs like I need to feel you to be able to breathe properly. All I really ever need is for you to look and smile at me and Iâll know that everything will be alright. I can get through anything with you there. If you love someone else it would break my heart, but knowing that youâre happy is all I need to be okay. Iâd live with the thought of you loving someone else, because if they made you as happy and good as I feel, then thereâs nothing more I could ask for.â Yeah, that sounded-
âWell itâs a good thing I love you too.â
You screamed, turning around to see Charles behind you in all his glory. Black sweatshirt and baggy jeans, hair messy like he ran his hand through it multiple times.
âHow long have you been there?â you asked, face turning red enough to rival Ferrari.
âAt Charles, light of my life.â He shrugged, like you hadnât just bared your soul out to him. âThough, I disagree, itâs not too cheesy.â Could you get any redder? Feels like this is as red as a human being could get before self-combusting.
Heâs just standing there, with a dopey smile on his face that you want to kiss, but you canât. Something is holding you to the spot. You force yourself to say something. âCan you say something else?â
âLike what?â
âAnything else, I feel like Iâm going to explode if you donât say something.â
âThanks for coming to pick me up.â He adds a shrug to the end and you narrow your eyes.
âThatâs not what I meant, and you know it.â
âOh, you want me to say that I love you too.â
âI donât want you to say it if you donât mean it.â If you were a kid youâd add a stomp to the end, as if you were throwing a temper tantrum. He furrows his brow like heâs confused and still you want to kiss him senseless.
âWell, I mean it.â
Now youâre the one confused. âWhat?â
âI love you too, and I donât think Iâd be okay if you loved someone else as much as I love you. Because Iâm selfish and a terrible man and I want you all to myself.â He shakes his head. âI need you all to myself,â he corrects. âYouâre the love of my life and if I wasnât yours then I donât think I could go on. But you said you do love me, so everything is so much easier now.â Each sentence is punctuated with a step closer, until heâs just a few inches from you, like he needs you to take the last step. You do, without hesitation, because you really would do anything for him.
Eyes glancing at his lips and back, you catch him doing the same thing. âI love you more than anything in this world. Iâd give up racing if you asked, I do anything for you.â
Another glance at his lips. âIâd never ask that of you, Charles. But, I love you too, and Iâd do anything for you.â His smile at those words would normally catch you off guard, like youâd stop breathing at it, but somehow it just makes everything easier right now. So you kiss him.
Leaning forward those last few inches to grab his shoulders and pull him down so you can kiss him with as much love as you can muster. If words canât explain how much you love him then maybe kissing him will convey it. That you love him more than words, actions and thoughts can combine. You love him.
(And he loves you.)
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Could I request a Hugh Jackman x Reader (in the same universe you have set up with their 3 kids, I love that sm) Where the reader is pregnant with their first baby (Alex iirc) and they haven't told anyone, but there'a rumors, so the paparazzi swarm Hugh and Reader, trying to get a good picture of any supposed baby bump so they can break the news and Hugh gets super protective-
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an: thanks for the request!! we finally get some baby alex even if he technically isnât born in this fic lol BUT OMG THIS GIF IM DEAD DYING GONE
1999
When Hugh told you the news that he had gotten the part of Wolverine, you were so happy for him. In a few months, he would leave to go get fitted for his costume, train, film. You werenât worried, but Hugh was.
You were pregnant with your first child and he obviously didnât want to leave you alone. You assured him you and the baby would be fine. You had friends and family that called and visited you regularly so technically you werenât alone.
After two months of being away from each other, you finally made a visit to the set. You were amazed with everything from the props to everyoneâs costumes. It wouldnât take long for you to join the same hero universe, just with a different team.
Your bump was somewhat visible. Only your families and close friends knew. And now, of course, Hughâs new cast mates knew. Halle and Famke were so happy to finally meet you and your bump.
âOh, you guys are going to be the best parents! Do you know the gender?â Halle asked.
âItâs a boy.â You confirmed with a smile.
âHis name is going to be Alex.â Hugh added.
For a while, only a couple knew about baby Jackman. You werenât taking any acting jobs at the moment and the media was starting to wonder. Did you retire? Or maybe it was a short break? You went from wearing your normal clothes to wearing Hughâs clothes or oversized sweaters. It didnât take long for talk show hosts to start theorizing about your sudden change in wardrobe.
You didnât pay attention to the media. You hardly did. It didnât phase you until one day when you were out with Hugh on a walk in Los Angeles. It was a day off for him and a walk seemed like a good idea at the time. Both you and Hugh wore sunglasses. Since it was sunny out, you wore a flowy dress. Again, your bump was somewhat noticeable, but you didnât think the paparazzi were going to shove cameras in your face. You just wanted a peaceful day with your husband.
âWe shouldâve stayed in bed.â You whispered to Hugh. You were currently in a clothing store with Hugh. The paparazzi werenât doing a very good job of hiding, they were waiting outside for you ready to capture pictures.
âI would say letâs make a run for it but I donât want you or Alex to get hurt.â Hugh placed a kiss on your lips.
âLetâs go home. Iâll just put my bag over my stomach.â You sighed. So much for having a peaceful day âŠ
So after paying for your items, Hugh took your hand and made sure you were ready to face the flashing lights. He made sure you were ready before you headed out.
Immediately the flashing lights hurt your eyes. This was hell.
âShow us the bump!â
âIs it a girl? A boy?â
âCan I get a picture of the bump?â
Hugh held you close to him. When it came time to protect you and the baby, he was ready to fight whoever got too close. Eventually you made it to the car. Hugh made sure to get you in first so he walked with you to your side and opened the door, letting you in quickly. Still the paparazzi followed. After shutting the door, Hugh warned the paparazzi to not get any closer.
âJust show us the bump!â A man said.
âShut the fuck up!â Hugh pushed past the paparazzi and walked to the driverâs side of the car. If it were legal, he wouldâve definitely run someone over. âYou alright, love?â
You nodded, taking a deep breath in. âYou think weâll make the cover? I think âbaby on board!â is going to be the headline.â You joked, cracking a smile.
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