#because you're always nice and quiet and flushed after that <3

[kneelingshadowsalome]

*grabs you* YOU!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!!! I'm screaming on my bed and just when I had calmed down! The only thing going through his head now is 'plap plap plap ' his going to ruin you when you two get home

YES HE WILL DO EXACTLY THAT

You think he's flustered after your question because he's quiet and in his thoughts, but nope. Our man just got very goal oriented!

Thoughts nothing but 'plap plap plap' now, and when you get home and go relax somewhere, König soon appears naked in front of you. And you're like "...Excuse me? What's happening 😳" because he's just standing there & with his dick hard no less. He simply shrugs and says: "You asked me what a mating press is. I was supposed to show you."

Good luck talking him out of it because it's at the top of his to do list now! And good luck if you actually didn't know what a mating press is, because BOY you're about to have a ride.

[girlgenius1111]

you could see the best of me

leah x r

Leah has barely touched R since her surgery a few weeks ago. R is slowly losing her mind.

smut 18+

The combination of aroused and annoyed was not one you were used to; it had been weeks since your injury, and therefore, weeks since you'd done anything with Leah. There weren't really an physical limitations stopping you; Leah was terrified to hurt you, and she refused to do anything more than kiss you in the past few weeks.

At first, you hadn't really noticed, all hopped up on pain meds, but as you stopped taking them, the desperate need for your girlfriend that you always seemed to have, returned. Still, even when you tried to get Leah to go farther, she always pulled back, smiling apologetically at you.

You really didn't understand. Leah was normally all over you, and your surgery had been weeks ago. You weren't sure why she didn't seem to want you; you really underestimated how worried she was about hurting you further.

It all came to a head one night, 4 weeks [4 entire weeks] after your surgery. You had managed to pull Leah into a heavy make out session, and you thought that maybe, this time, she wouldn't pull back. When she did, pressing a kiss to your forehead and walking off into the kitchen for some water, you couldn't help the frustrated huff you let out. Or the tears that flooded your eyes.

It was embarrassing, honestly, that you were crying because of how badly you needed your girlfriend to touch you, but you couldn't help it. Since getting together, you and Leah had barely gone more than 3 days without having sex. These past 4 weeks had been both unprecedented and torturous.

When Leah walked back into the room, looking annoyingly attractive in a dark green sweatshirt and joggers, you were still wiping angrily at the tears falling from your face.

"Baby? What's wrong?" She asked, smile falling from her lips. You rolled your eyes, thinking it was pretty obvious. Leah seemed to disagree, as she came to sit next to you on the couch, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. "What is it? Does something hurt?"

"No Leah, nothing fucking hurts," you spit out, and the blonde removed her hand from your face, blinking in surprise.

"Okay," she said, pausing. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" she asked patiently. She was being too nice to you, treating you like you were fragile, and it was infuriating.

"Stop being so nice to me," you cry, really overwhelmed now with frustration, aware you weren't really making much sense. Leah's brow scrunched adorably.

"You're upset because I'm being too nice to you?"

"No. I'm upset because we haven't had sex in weeks, Leah. Weeks." you reply, face flushing at the confession. Leah was quiet for a few moments.

"Love, I know it's been a while, but we need to be careful with your knee, I don't want to hurt you."

"Leah, my knee is fine. Definitely fine enough to have sex."

"I don't want to risk anything, y/n," she started, but you cut her off, rising unsteadily to your feet. You'd recently started walking completely unaided, but it was slow. It took some of the sting out of your words as you shuffled into the bedroom.

"I'll just take care of things myself then, if you won't help me." You say over your shoulder, leaving behind a bewildered Leah. She hadn't realized how bothered you were by this. She was considering her options when she heard you cry out from the bedroom. She was on her feet in a second, moving quickly into the room.

"What happened??" she asked, taking in the way you sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the comforter under you tightly. Your shorts were pulled down one leg, still resting around your bad knee.

"They got caught," you said miserably, motioning to your shorts. You couldn't even get undressed yourself, couldn't even tease Leah without having her help you. She walked towards you, ignoring your partially naked body, attempting to wrap you in a hug. You shrugged off her arms.

"No, Leah, I was just so mean to you, please don't." The blonde ignored your attempts to shrug her hug off, shushing you lightly, and pulling you into her.

"I'm sorry you're frustrated, love. I know it's hard not to be able to do things, and I don't meant to hover over you. I just want you to take your recovery seriously."

You lifted your head, resting your chin on Leah's abdomen to look up at her.

"Leah, please. I need you," you say, hoping desperately that Leah will take pity on you. To your excitement, she sighs, a sign she's relenting.

"Alright, baby, but we're doing this my way. And if something hurts, we stop right away. Got it?"

"Yes, I promise," you say, before gripping her face in your hands, and pulling her down for a kiss. She chuckles into your mouth at how desperate you are, but you're past caring about seeming needy.

You're knee was starting to ache from the position you were in, and you knew you needed to say something. If you didn't, there was no way Leah would let it go. You break the kiss, reaching down to attempt to finish pulling your shorts off your body.

"Let me," the blonde says, carefully pulling the shorts down around your knee, pausing when you're completely naked from the waist down. "Are you sure about this?" she asks, studying you closely.

"Leah, please just fuck me," you beg, pulling her closer by her shirt. She keeps her eyes on you as she pulls her hair into a ponytail, getting it out of the way. It makes your stomach flutter with excitement. She strips you of your shirt and bra, tossing them onto the floor to be dealt with later. Leah doesn't speak as she guides you to lay back on the bed, ignoring your eye roll when she props up your knee on a pillow, before leaning over you from your other side.

Her lips ghost over yours, blue eyes boring down at you as you stare up at her, all of your willpower focused on not grabbing her and pulling her onto you. She's made it clear that she's going to take it slow, and she won't touch you before she's ready. She traces your jaw with her fingers, enjoying the way you twitch slightly at the simple touch. She leans down as if to kiss you, instead taking your bottom lip between her teeth, and tugging lightly, before letting go. You can't help the whimper that escapes your mouth, or the plea that follows it.

"Lee, please,"

"How do you want me?" She asks, breath a hot whisper on your lips.

"Anything, fingers, mouth, just touch me," you reply. She only hums in response, and without any more preamble, brings her hand to your hot core. You bend your good knee, pulling it out of the way, and Leah breaks her eye contact with you to look down at where her fingers have found themselves.

"You're wet," she says matter of factly, choosing that moment to press lightly on your clit, before beginning to rub slow, small circles over it.

"Fuck- it's been 4 weeks, Leah," you remind her, ignoring the smug look on her face. She keeps her attention focused on your clit, 2 fingers on it, increasing their speed. After only a minute of this, you're panting, unable to believe how turned on you were. Your eyes fall shut, and you gasp in surprise when Leah's mouth connects with your chest, kissing her over to your nipple, and sucking it into her mouth. She flicks her tongue over it in sync with her fingers on your core, and you're, embarrassingly, already close.

You feel your face turning red, feeling that this is another level of desperate that you weren't eager to fall too. You tense your muscles, wanting more than anything to last longer, throwing an arm over your face to hide your blush. Evidently, Leah takes your movements as an indication of something other than pleasure. You cry out in disapproval when her motions come to a halt.

"Talk to me," she says, pulling your arm away from your face. "Are you hurting?" The smirk is gone from her face, replaced with Concerned Leah's face, brows scrunched, lips pressed into a hard line.

"No, god don't stop," you whine grabbing her hand, and trying to direct it back down; you can feel your orgasm slipping away.

"Your knee feels okay?" she checks again. You sigh, heavily, trying to remind yourself that she was being a good girlfriend, regardless of how frustrating her constant questions were.

"Yes it's fine, but I was close and you ruined it," you pout.

"Oh!" Smug Leah has returned. You don't even care, because her fingers are moving back to your core, and she's picking up right where she left off. It doesn't take long before you're on the edge again, coming with a loud cry of her name as her hand holds your hips down on the mattress, and the other works your through the waves of pleasure.

You got a glimpse of the Leah you knew normally, as she slid down the bed, slotting herself between your legs, barely giving you time to catch your breathe. She hovered over your cunt, taking in the abundant wetness there, but doesn't put her mouth on you. Instead, she rests her cheek on your thigh, gazing up at you.

You look down, frustrated, expecting her to be checking on your knee again. Instead, she's looking at you through hooded eyes, clearly waiting for you to beg for her. Her favorite thing.

"Please," you sigh, reaching for Leah's head, trying to push her closer to you.

"Please what, pretty girl?" She said lowly, not moving any closer.

"Please, I need your mouth on me," you plead, hips bucking up towards her face.

"My pretty girl, dripping all over the sheets for me," Leah said, before burying her face in your pussy. Her tongue feels perfect against you, as she laps at your slick, humming into you, enjoying the salty taste of you.

"Leah, shit, so good," you cry, beginning to grind up into her face.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you" she says, pulling away for just a second to speak, before taking your swollen, sensitive clit into her mouth and suckling. Her fingers move to your entrance, two digits easily slipping in.

"Fuck baby," you moaned, hands lacing through Leah's hair, and holding her against you. She curls her fingers, pressing perfectly against your sweet spot, sucking hard on your clit. Your orgasm hits you harder than the previous one, and your body jerks up into Leah's face as you cry out.

"So good, so pretty when you come for me," Leah says, pulling her mouth away, but keeping her fingers inside of you, only slowing slightly.

"Leah, more," you say, barely coming down from your last orgasm before you feel yourself tumbling into the next.

'There you go, baby, so perfect for me," Leah says, adding a third finger, fucking into you harder. You come for the third time, your body jerking uncontrollably. Your bad knee slips off the pillow it was resting on, and you feel a sharp stab of pain, ending your bliss prematurely.

"Fuck, fuck my knee," you cry, and Leah pulls away from you, hands fluttering over your knee, afraid to touch it and hurt you more.

"Baby?" She asks, as you press your face into the pillow, breathing hard, trying to let the extremely different sensations flowing through your body. "Y/n, are you okay?" Leah asks again when you don't respond.

"I'm okay," you whisper, keeping your face hidden away, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes before Leah can see. You feel her leave the bed, hear her footsteps going down the hall. You roll onto your back again, carefully moving your knee back onto the pillow, breathing through the pain. You don't know where Leah's gone, but you take the opportunity to wipe the tears from your eyes.

The defender returns quickly, and you watch as she speed walks in, hands full with your brace, and ice pack, and several different pill bottles.

"Tell me what you need? Should we go to the hospital?" Leah asks, resting a hand on your cheek. You swallow a laugh, knowing her concern is genuine.

"I'm okay Leah, I promise. I just tweaked it." You assure her, placing your hand over hers and holding it in place.

"Let me put the ice pack on, at least," She says, pulling her hand away from your face, and expertly wrapping it around your knee. She stays standing by the edge of the bed, looking down at you, guilt etched across her features.

"Leah," you start, before she interrupts you.

"No. I knew that wasn't a good idea, we should have waited, and I hurt you." Leah says.

"It's not your fault, Leah," you say, grabbing her hand to try to pull her closer.

"You're right," she says after a moment. "It's your fault. You talked me into this." she glares at you, crossing her arms. Your jaw drops almost comically.

"4 weeks Leah. 4 weeks. I cannot be blamed for my actions." Leah rolls her eyes, snorting. You reach for her hand again, giving her your best pout.

"Come lay with me, please?" You can see Leah's frustration melt away, and she nods, quickly moving to the other side of the bed, wrapping you up in her arms. She's fully clothed, and you're completely naked, and the vulnerability feels good. It's a different kind than the one you'd been forced into the past few weeks; Leah having to help you do everything. This was different, intimate, and it felt good.

"You promise you're okay?" She whispers into your hair.

"Promise." You reply, letting your eyes flutter shut.

"Hmm." She says, considering. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Oh I see, but I'm the needy one," you laugh.

"4 weeks was long for me too," Leah defends, laughing with you. She presses a kiss into your hair, absentmindedly running a hand up and down your arms. The pain in your knee has faded away, but even if it hadn't, your sure it would be gone, even from just a minute in Leah's arms.

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[azrakaban]

Heyyy how are youu?

I saw your resquests are open and i wanted to ask:

Enemies to lover with the boys? Mattheo pretty please and reader being a hufflepuff?

Like the whole you meet and both hate each other from the start for years because reader is always in her own world reading caring for magical creatures but she isnt afraid to talk back to them when they're arguing (like calling them players or returning their insults) until one of them as a 'fuck it' moment and kisses the reader and confess their love?

Sorry that was long thank you for taking time to read and thank you if you do write it 🤭💋

I'm great my lovely! Having a good day? Did you drink and eat 2day? :)

actually fr giggled and blushed when making this tbh, have so many Hufflepuff friends so basing this off of them <3 Also totally happy to write for Mattheo hes so bbg !

Careful - Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo Riddle didn't like you. That was clear to anyone who saw you two interact, and honestly, there never seemed to be any kind of reason behind it.

The assumption was just basic house prejudice, but Mattheo was fine with other Hufflepuffs, so why were you so 'special'? You knew he had it in him to be nice, heck, you'd harboured a crush on him since third year, so why now had he decided to be an ass?

Maybe it was that you had a habit of tripping over certain uneven flagstones when reading, or accidentally smashing bottles in potions because you'd spotted a niffler. But you couldn't help being clumsy, right?

Everytime something like that happened, Mattheo would give a sigh and eye roll, which made you upset, naturally. It's not like you wanted to fall over!

As a result you would confront him and he would say the obvious. 'you're so uncoordinated it's almost painful to watch.' Well unfortunately for you, it actually was painful.

So you could imagine the reaction when Snape paired you for potions.

"Careful."

"Shut up, I am being."

A quiet sigh.

"CAREFUL!" He threw out a hand to steady a jar of frogspawn you had nearly knocked over. You glared at him.

"It wasn't my fault, it was in an awkward place..." You said quietly.

Mattheo rolled his eyes, with that same sigh. "I'm sure it was."

You rolled your eyes, mocking him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Mocking me? Real mature n/n." You mocked him again, and he copied you.

"Mr Riddle, Ms L/N, something you'd like to share?" Snape said acidly. You quickly stopped, shaking your heads.

"No sir."

Once he had turned away, Mattheo muttered to you. "Your fault."

You gasped, offended. "It was yours, whore!" You replied indignantly.

Mattheo scoffed, trying to continue work on the potion. You pushed him to the side, and he looked at you in shock for a second, before pushing you out the way.

You did the same, and it turned into a war, before you both pushed at the same time and ended up on the floor.

"L/N, Riddle, Detention." Snape said greasily. "And leave the class."

You both packed your things, flushing, and left.

"Your fault." He murmured, smirking.

"Honestly fuck you." You replied.

"Careful."

"Shut up."

"CAREFUL!"

You turned, glaring. "How about, until told otherwise, I'll be careful?"

Mattheo rolled his eyes. "Good idea."

You two were stuck in detention together, polishing trophies. Mattheo sniggered.

"You should get one for falling over, your face seems to have magnetic attraction to the floor." You bit back an exasperated scream.

"Look, I don't get why you hate me Mattheo, but just stop!"

"y/n-"

"No, no, just shut up! Can you just stop?"

"Y/N-"

"I don't like it when I fall over, it hurts, but you seem to be a sadist on some level-"

"Okay fuck it, I'm just going to shut you up."

Mattheo kissed you then, cupping your face in his hands, pulling back after a few seconds.

"I don't like it when you fall over either, you know, y/n." He said, rolling his eyes. "I can tell it hurts, so it irritates me that you're not more careful! You get hurt, Y/N, I see the bruises, and that hurts me too. Just... look out for yourself? For me?" He pleaded with you.

You froze, trying to process.

"Okay so... you don't hate me?" You said, confused.

"No actually, I kiss all the people I hate to shut them up. Oh look, here comes Potter, I'd better give him a snog. NO, Y/N, I DON'T HATE YOU." He laughed.

You giggled quietly, then smirked. "You like me." You said in a sing song voice.

Mattheo flushed slightly. "Do not." He grumbled.

"Youuuuu like meeee." You sang, giggling.

He kissed you again, effectively shutting you up as you kissed him back.

"You like me too though, y/n, let's not forget that." He smirked.

"You know you can't just kiss me every time you need me to be quiet." He laughed at that.

"Don't worry, I plan on kissing you a lot more than that. Though you do have quite a tendency to yap." He reminded you.

You poked your tongue out, moving back to the trophies to continue your detention, and nearly tripping over another wobbly flagstone.

"CAREFUL!"

Love and thanks for the request, hope this was what you were looking for, remember to eat and drink water <3

[h0ney-mochi]

Hiii! Can i request Sub bodyguard!xiao x fem!reader (fingering and praise)??? Feel free to ignore this. Have a nice day! (srry if my grammar is bad)

Bodyguard!Xiao x fem!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned tho

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (sub!bodyguard!xiao, dom!reader, fingering (m!receiving), praise, dacryphilia ? well he kinda tears up ig)

Summary: Bodyguard Xiao does a good job at protecting you from fans getting too close, so you give him yet another reward for it. After all, no one else could treat him so well like you!

A/n: Sorry for the wait nonnie! My motivation literally took a week or more off </3 Anyways, your grammar is alright!!! I hope you have a good day as well <3

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

Having Xiao as your bodyguard is pretty much a blessing. He looks small, some people were confused on social media, why do you have him as a bodyguard? He.. he doesn't look like "how a bodyguard should look like".

But everyone shut their months once they saw the drama of few fans stepping over the line. Understood everything.

It was a blessing for you. He was strong, pretty and.. cold. He knows his job and he does it well. You're sort of glad no one else has him as a bodyguard, because they for sure won't be able to reward him correctly for doing his job!

Despite his neutral face, barely showing any emotion whenever he's with you, you always, always notice a small blush on his cheeks when you somehow touch him or speak to him. You found it so adorable — your best bodyguard sometimes gets nervous around you? Oh oh?

Everyone saw you two as just.. two people. Maybe friends. You're an idol, he's your bodyguard. Since you're nice to everybody and Xiao is just quiet, cold, no one thinks you and him are closer than that.

Of course. No one will get to see what's behind the scenes.

No one will ever see the massive blush on your cold bodyguards face. No one will ever hear his high pitched moans echoing through your room. No one will ever see Xiao with a disheveled look, tears pricking at his eyes.

It's a sight reserved only for you and him alone.

It was another night after your performance. Photographers were everywhere, same with your fans, while you, your bodyguard Xiao and two others were leaving. A sigh escaped your lips, knowing you did a good job and that it's time to rest. But not before you give a treat to Xiao.

When you're at your hotel room, you put a 'do not disturb' sign on the door handle outside. Then you turn to Xiao. He looks a little confused, watching your moves. You smile, walking up to him. He sighs when you leave a kiss on his neck.

"You‐ you should rest, it was a long performance," He speaks, turning his head to the side, "You deserve- [Name], you should—" He stops speaking, biting down on his lip when you suck on his neck. You left a mark.

"But you deserve something as well, pretty," you whisper in his ear, hands going to hold his. There's a hitch in his breathing, meanwhile you pull away. You notice that familiar blush on his face. The one only you know of.

Staring into his eyes with a smile and a glint in your eye, Xiao knows he can't resist you. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want your.. affection.

"If you insist," he finally responds. You let out a laugh and kiss him, bringing one of your hands up to his chin. He won't resist you. Not when you taste so sweet.

...

"Hm? That feels good?" You speak, a smirk tugging on your lips. Xiao's head falls back as another moan rings throughout the room. He's quickly nodding in response. You just sped up your fingers, watching his eyes close again.

His chest rises, another half moan, half whine coming from his mouth. You leaned down to kiss his thighs, other hand going to touch his dick. Just a little.

Xiao twitches at your sudden touch, eyes opening up to look at you. You meet his gaze and you couldn't help but smile at him. He's so flushed..

"Oh, Xiao," you lean up to his face, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek, "You look so cute like this." He looks up at you, mouth agape, and you notice some drool going down his chin. "You did such a good job today," you continue, moving your fingers in a different angle, making Xiao twitch.

"You did so well, you like a little reward from me, no?" You tilt your head and he nods. "Yes- fuck, ah-! Yes, I do—!" His hand reaches up to the pillow, gripping onto it. You head down to leave kisses on his already bruised neck and he turns his head away.

"You take my fingers so good," you whisper, blowing some air on his skin, "Do you want me to touch your pretty cock?" His back arches when you wrap a hand around him.

"Yes, please, yesyes I've been- fuck— so good for you-!" Xiao whines out, a tear falling down his cheek. You lick it away and press a kiss on his forehead. Your fingers moved a little higher and your other hand went to jerk around the tip of his dick, smearing precum.

Your name fell from his mouth like a prayer while he tried to grind against your fingers. You just praised him more, watching few more tears fall down. Hazy eyes rolling at the back of his head, Xiao's already close to release.

Oh, could anyone else treat him so well?

Thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoyed the taste <3

© h0ney-mochi 2023 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

[dumplingsfordays]

sparks on a cold night

gepard x drunk!reader

summary - drunk reader (who hates gepard) crashes at gepard's place bc they really have nowhere else to go.

cw!: swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of alcohol + drunkenness, reader wearing a dress, otherwise fluffy :)

note - aaaa gepard brainrot go brr. also tysm for 80 freakin followers this is insanity <33 ily pookies so much y'all are so sweet!! thank you all again soso much for the support and hopefully you enjoy the content <3

and as always, thank you for reading :))

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He just finished signing some paperwork at his desk in his room upstairs when he heard the knocks.

The first was a rather quiet and weak knock, so Gepard didn't hear it, but fortunately the second one was much louder. He then checked his watch. 11:37 PM wasn't really a time when people usually knock on others' doors, so whoever was at the door must've had some important business with him. He hurriedly adjusted his robe around him and walked over to the enterance to his house, looking through the peephole when he stopped in front of it.

This must've been some sort of mistake, he thought, recognizing your face staring right back at him.

But nevertheless he decided to open the door - you looked a little flushed and cold and Gepard couldn't bear to leave a poor soul like yourself shivering in the cold all alone, especially if you needed urgent help, but if you were going to treat him the same way that you did when you delivered paperwork to his office, he was going to shut to door right then and there.

Opening the door, he saw a lazy smile blossom across your face at the sight of his taller figure.

"Heyy -hic- Geppie," you slurred, hiccuping as you spoke. "I know that I -hic- totally hate you and everythin' but I kinda need a bit a help."

Were you drunk?

"You see, I kinda fucked up. I thiiiink that I -hic- had a little teensy tiny bit too much to drink and I locked myself out of -hic- my house."

"And you don't have any spare keys or anything?" asked Gepard, leaning on the doorframe.

"No spare keys s'or anythin'."

As much as Gepard wanted to slam the door in your face for the nasty rumors about him that you whispered in your friends' ears and the hateful, cold stares that you gave him from time to time for absolutely no reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. You looked, well, almost pathetic. Slightly disheveled hair framed your face like a (slightly neater) bird's nest and your lip gloss was a little smeared on the edges. The chilly night breeze caused a shiver of goosebumps to crawl across your skin and your cheeks to redden even further. You sensed warmth and comfort emanating from Gepard's frame, and subconsciously leaned forward, closer to the pleasant air about him.

You tugged the hem of the black dress that you wore down and crossed your arms, waiting for a reply from the blond man, which he gave in the form of a sigh.

"Alright. But only for one night. And you owe me."

You nodded gratefully, eyes widening and lips stretching into a thankful smile. "Mkay, thanks so much. You're vvvery sweet, y'know?"

Gepard leaned back to let you in, and you daintily stepped inside. The warmth of his figure was also present in his house, which isn't too large but also not too cramped. It's a little dim, because most of the light around this time of night here is produced by candles, but you don't mind - in fact, you really liked it. It was a nice break from the sharp neon lights of the bar and later the uncomfortable haze of the streetlamps. He, like a true gentleman, closed the large oaken door after you and beckoned you to take off your coat, which you gave up with a grateful nod and half-lidded, delirious eyes. Your cheeks glowed a soft pink.

While removing the coat from your shoulders, leaving you in that skimpy black dress that was basically 40% skin, the blond clearly noticed the scent of alcohol emanating from your neck and lips, and it finally settled in his brain that you were only acting this friendly because you were drunk. His earlier suspicion was correct.

He hung up your coat in a closet while you made your way to the fireplace in an adjacent room, the one that just so happened to be Gepard's favorite. Paintings sparingly covered the walls, bookshelves below them contained a gigantic variety of books, and the best part of it all in his opinion was the lit fireplace and the couch in front of it, on which you so happened to snuggle up into a ball.

"Do you want a blanket?" he asked. "You must be rather cold after being outside."

After a couple of seconds you answered, turning your head to meet his gaze.

"Yes -hic- please."

With a small sigh, he grabbed the heaviest quilt that he could find from the closet beside the door and walked back to you. He draped it over your shivering frame and sat down beside you, deciding to abandon his paperwork for now. He could deal with it later anyways.

You were too busy staring at the flickering flames licking against the logs in the fireplace to notice him, but when you felt the couch shift downwards at his weight, you didn't mind - in fact, it was much warmer (thus better) when he was beside you. Gepard, on the other hand, had many more thoughts than you did right now. He was specifically thinking about why you came to him instead of one of your friends' places, and why you were acting so nice to him all of a sudden, so he decided to just ask.

You replied in a low, hushed tone. "Feel like you're more... y'know, reliable."

"Thank you, but wouldn't your friends be? You hate me, after all."

"Hate? When did I -hic- say hate?"

"Well, judging by the fact that you spread rumors about me and glare at me when you bring me paperwork, I'd say you do."

At this you laughed airily, like the tinkle of wind chimes in the breeze. "Noooo, I don't hate you. I'm just a little jealous. Because you're so braaave n strong n responsible. How -hic- could anyone not be jealous?"

You didn't see, of course, but the blond man blushed a little at how you blabbered on about how courageous he was. Never, in all his years working with you, did he ever expect you to confess this.

"I still think you owe me an apology, though," he mentioned, gazing at the fire with you. "For all the dirty looks and everything."

An amused flicker in your eyes told Gepard everything he needed to know. Lips quirking up into a grin, you leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on the apple of his ruddy cheek and then curled up into your previous position on the couch as if nothing happened.

And this time he really, unequivocally, full-on flushed with a previously alien to him mixture of embarrassment, shyness, and self-consciousness.

"What- what was that?" he managed to stammer out.

"My apology," you winked back with that same gorgeous grin. "You -hic- accept it though, right?"

Oh no. No, he couldn't look at you any longer after what you'd done, because then his brain would probably short-circuit and he'd embarrass himself even further by accidentally blurting out how pretty you looked in the amber light of the fire, hair messy, eyes lidded, lips reddened-

No. Any direction but that.

He coughed and cleared his throat.

"Fine," he choked out. After a moment's silence you spoke up.

"Geppie," you started, using his nickname absentmindedly, "what do you think -hic- about me?"

It was probably best to say as little as possible, but Gepard decided against it. If you were this drunk, you probably wouldn't remember anything from this night tomorrow. "I, um... I think that you're, uh, a hard worker. And you're nice to everyone." He almost added 'except for me' but changed his mind. "You're also, um, smart. And funny sometimes. And helpful. So I guess that I think you're a good person overall."

"Aww, -hic- thank you." Your lips turned up into a smile.

Fire is an interesting thing. While it can burn (and probably did the cavemen that first discovered it), it can also evoke a feeling of comfort and perhaps even safety, provided that you're sitting in a large mansion, on a couch, in front of a magnificent white-brick fireplace with a man who, unbeknownst to you, is sort-of starting to warm up to you despite his earlier grudges. It's funny how something as dangerous and potentially lethal as fire can do that.

The same applied to you - you were also realizing that being jealous of someone doesn't automatically give the person permission to insult or gossip about them. Should you admit your mistakes to Gepard out-loud and swear to change like the villain at the end of a kids' storybook? Definitely not. But should you apologize, for real this time, just to make this situation less awkward? Yes.

"Gepard, look. I'm -hic- ssorry that I kinda treated you badly since I started working. Is there anythin' that I can to do make up for it?"

You hear him sigh beside you.

"No, nothing major. But there is one thing."

It was now or never, Gepard thought. Either you're going to hate me or you won't care at all tomorrow morning.

Leaning over to your side of the couch, he reached out a hand to cup your cheek and glided his thumb over the smooth skin. You inhaled sharply but then relaxed - he used this moment to gather himself, and finally, after a brief moment of internal panicking, he kissed you.

He kissed you.

He kissed you, a now much-more-sober-but-still-pretty-drunk-person-who-he'd-hated-up-until-now who looked infinitely prettier with their face illuminated with a soft golden glow emanating from the fireplace and with their lips on his. He felt you jump a little when he finally did it but you settled down again after (and perhaps even leaned in a little). And when you parted, both out of breath and eyes locked on each others', he moved his hands to cradle yours.

"I-I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry, I-"

"No." You tilted your head to the side slightly. "Don't apologize. That was nice."

You were going to be the death of him. Gepard flushed even harder at your statement if that was possible. You? Saying that was nice? He must be in heaven.

"So, um, does that mean that we're, uh..." he trailed off, too embarrassed to say 'dating'.

"Enemies?" you ask. No.

"No, no, um... dating."

"What?"

"Dating."

"Dating?"

"Please don't make me repeat it..."

"I won't! It's just funny seeing you embarrassed."

"Oh, y/n, you-"

"Just kidding! But I think so, yes. Unless you're aiming for, y'know, something different." You jokingly winked at him. "I know you aren't, I'm also kidding on that last part."

Gepard fully turned away from you now, hiding his red-as-a-tomato face in his hands. You, however, had already stopped teasing and slowly pulled his hand-covered face back to you.

"Geppieee," you cooed, "Come on. I'm just joking."

"I'll only forgive you if you accept to be my partner."

"Who said I won't?"

His fingers moved to reveal one eye like a ray of sunshine peering through the clouds.

"So you would?"

"Of course!"

"You really would?" He put his hands back down to grasp yours in a warm embrace and leaned in again, eyes shining a little with relief.

"Yeah, I just said so!"

"Oh, that makes me so unimaginably happy..."

"..."

"..."

"Wait, isn't it weird how we hated each other like twenty minutes ago?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's kinda weird, now that you put it like that."

"Hm."

"Hm indeed."

[scary-grace]

Love Like Ghosts (Chapter 5) - a Shigaraki x f! Reader fic

You knew the empty house in a quiet neighborhood was too good to be true, but you were so desperate to get out of your tiny apartment that you didn't care, and now you find yourself sharing space with something inhuman and immensely powerful. As you struggle to coexist with a ghost whose intentions you're unsure of, you find yourself drawn unwillingly into the upside world of spirits and conjurers, and becoming part of a neighborhood whose existence depends on your house staying exactly as it is, forever. But ghosts can change, just like people can. And as your feelings and your ghost's become more complex and intertwined, everything else begins to crumble. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

Chapter 5

There’s something wrong with your house, but you knew that when you bought it, and you’re slowly coming around to the idea that what’s wrong with your house might be one of your favorite things about it. Part of it is how happy Phantom is – you feel guilty leaving her at home alone, but a lot less guilty when you know she’s with Tomura, who’s kind of crazy about her. Part of it is knowing that you’ll never find another insect in your house again, and that even if you do, you won’t have to kill it. Part of it is never worrying about a break-in, because based on how Tomura responds to even friendly people coming over, he could probably give any potential intruder a massive heart attack even without materializing.

All of that is nice. But if you’re being honest – and you try to make yourself be honest, with yourself if no one else – the main reason why you’re so happy with what’s wrong with your house is because you and Tomura are sort of, maybe, finally getting along.

You have to buy a new microwave after the soup can incident, and it wasn’t the only time Tomura tried to take care of you while you were sick. He ruined a lot of the stuff he tried to help with – flooded the hallway with bubbles after using liquid detergent in the washing machine, left the fridge open for eight hours and cranked up your electricity bill to unsustainable levels – but when you explained what went wrong, he didn’t get mad at you. He called you an idiot a lot, mostly for getting sick in the first place, but he also fed Phantom and brought you food so you wouldn’t have to get off the couch, and in the biggest shock of all, he let Keigo into the house to check on you. You’re pretty sure he only did it to piss Dabi off, but still.

There hasn’t been any more touching. Other than dragging you from the hallway to the couch the first day you were sick, Tomura doesn’t get close to you unless he’s dematerialized. That’s fine with you. You’re pretending the whole incident didn’t happen, or trying to. Sometimes the thought creeps into your head anyway. You’ll be doing something completely innocuous and all at once your mind will explode with the memory of Tomura’s raspy voice begging you to keep talking, not to leave him.

And then the images come in, things you never saw but things you can picture perfectly: His pale skin flushed and his shoulders rising and falling in unsteady pants and his hands frantic and shaking as he jerks himself off. It invariably turns your face into a furnace, and Tomura always notices. But Tomura thinks a flushed face means you’ve got a fever, so you’re safe from being found out. You don’t know what would happen if he did find out. The longer you go without anybody finding out anything at all, the better.

The flu sweeps through the neighborhood, but strangely enough, you’re the only non-ghost who catches it. Eri, Himiko, and Magne all get sick, and Hizashi spends a lot of time gloating until he comes down with it, too. The only sort-of-former ghost who avoids it is Dabi, but that’s because Dabi never goes outside. Or Keigo won’t let him go outside. You’re not sure which it is.

“It’s weird,” Spinner says. You’re giving him a ride to the grocery store because you both need to go, and because you owe him for somehow catching a whole anthill and leaving it on your porch. “That just the ghosts caught it. Usually they don’t get sick.”

“Shouldn’t they get sick more than we do? They don’t have immunity or anything.”

“I guess,” Spinner says, frowning. “But I brought home all kinds of weird shit when I was in school, and Magne never caught any of it until now.”

That is weird. “Jin says he and the others always got sick, but never Himiko before this time. If it wasn’t for me getting it, I’d think it was a ghost thing, too.”

“It could still be a ghost thing even if you got it,” Spinner says. “You spend all your time hanging out with the most powerful ghost anybody’s ever seen. Maybe you’ve got enough ghost on you to catch the – hey, are you okay?”

“Fine,” you wheeze. There’s no way you’re telling Spinner that you misheard “ghost on you” as “ghost in you” and choked on your own spit. “Go on. What were you saying?”

But Spinner’s changing the subject. “What’s that like, anyway? Living with a ghost that strong.”

“You should know. Magne’s pretty tough.”

“She’s got a body count, sure,” Spinner says. All the ghosts in the neighborhood have killed somebody, but Magne and Hizashi are the only ones who need both hands and both feet to count how many. “But I never got the feeling from her that the whole street gets from Tomura. That aura he projects is something else. Did you really not feel it when you were buying the place?”

“I didn’t,” you say. “I knew there had to be something off about the house, or somebody else would have bought it. But I did everything I could think of to figure it out and there was nothing. I’ve never felt what you all are talking about from him. From Hizashi, sure. But not from him.”

“Hizashi’s scary even as a human,” Spinner agrees. “I don’t know how Aizawa handles it. I’d be pissing myself.”

“Aizawa seems pretty bomb-proof,” you say. “I guess that’s a good thing. Or they would have been in trouble when Eri’s conjurer showed up.”

The whole street knows the story, even if the Aizawa family never talks about it. You heard five separate versions of it, one each from Himiko, Jin, Jin’s little brother, a former ghost named Atsuhiro who lives at the top of the street, and Keigo. You’re inclined to trust Keigo’s version, but you see the look on Spinner’s face, and it makes you question things. “Do you know something about it that I don’t?”

“They had the same conjurer,” Spinner says. “Eri and Magne.”

Your jaw drops. “We’re pretty sure he was Atsuhiro’s, too,” Spinner continues, “but Atsuhiro says he doesn’t remember who conjured him. The circumstances are pretty close, though. That conjurer liked abandoned buildings, or ones that were in danger of falling in. When the building comes down, it turns the ghost loose.”

“He wanted to set them free?”

“I guess,” Spinner says. “Loose ghosts can cause a lot more trouble than trapped ones. I’m glad he’s dead. And I’m glad he found the Aizawas first.”

Eri’s conjurer sounds like a real creep, but Spinner didn’t strike you as the kind of guy who wishes he could shove the bad stuff off onto somebody else. “Why? You don’t think Magne could have taken him?”

“She probably could have,” Spinner says. He gets out of the car and heads for the store, leaving you to chase after him. “But there’s this legend. Or a myth. Maybe a ghost story. It says that if you kill your own conjurer, even after you’re embodied, it sends you back.”

“I thought they couldn’t go back to the world between,” you say. “Aizawa never said –”

“Aizawa doesn’t know everything,” Spinner says. His jaw is clenched, and the next words he speaks are hard to hear. “I didn’t want her to go back.”

“Oh.” Your feelings on Tomura are just mixed enough that the idea of him vanishing permanently doesn’t make you panic. Or at least you tell yourself that it doesn’t make you panic and try not to think about it any harder than that. But Spinner looks miserable just saying it out loud. “Um –”

“I need to grab my stuff. I’ll meet you back here when I’m done.”

“Okay,” you say. You want to say something else, but Spinner vanishes down the aisle before you can think of what it should be.

You’re turning a lot of things over in your head as you do your grocery shopping. The legend about ghosts returning to the world between. The world between itself, what it’s like there. The now-dead conjurer who summoned Magne and Eri. The maybe-still-alive conjurer who summoned Tomura. But Tomura’s still a ghost. Even if his conjurer came back, there’s nothing they could do to hurt him.

You remember Spinner saying that Magne didn’t like this world at first, all the way back on the first day you met Aizawa. Maybe he was worried she’d go back if she got the chance. You gather up your last items, pay for them, and go to wait for Spinner, who comes back five minutes after you with a bottle of soda, a bunch of bananas, and a whole bag full of makeup and nail polish from the discount bin. “It’s for Magne,” he says when he sees you looking at it. “She likes pretty stuff. I’d buy nicer stuff if I could afford it.”

“Sometimes the cheap stuff is best.” Your favorite sunscreen is a discount brand, and you’ve never had very much money. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I think I was being kind of insensitive.”

“You didn’t know or anything,” Spinner says. “I don’t talk about it very much. I, like – it’s not heartwarming. Or cute. Or anything like that.”

“It doesn’t have to be any of those things,” you say. It’s not like your ghost story fits, either. You struggle with what to say as the two of you walk back out to the parking lot. “You don’t have to tell me. You can if you want to.”

“Really? Everybody else wanted to drag it out of me,” Spinner says. “Somebody new shows up in the neighborhood, and everybody else cases the joint for a few days and comes crawling out of the woodwork. I’d been here two weeks when Aizawa ambushed me with a tape recorder. Everybody’s in everybody else’s business all the time.”

You didn’t get that treatment, but then again, you didn’t have a ghost when you moved in. “It makes sense,” you say as you start the car. Spinner raises his eyebrows. “Ghosts don’t have any boundaries at all. The more of them you hang out with, the less boundaries you have.”

Spinner snorts. “You wouldn’t believe what happens when they start talking to each other. The shit they’ll say – one time I heard Himiko telling Eri how cute it is that Jin picks his nose and farts in his sleep. And she wasn’t being sarcastic. Once they choose a human, they really commit.”

You wonder what Tomura would say about you to the other ghosts, if he ever talked to them. If he’d say anything about you at all. “How do you think about your relationship with Magne, then? Is she like your friend, your sister, your aunt –”

“My big sister,” Spinner says. You back out of the parking spot and steer towards the road, and the noise in the car almost covers up what he says next. “My mom.”

You’re not close with your parents. There was never any real reason why, and it’s not like you hate them. You’re an only child, and the three of you just never felt like a family – not like the families your friends were part of, or the ones you saw on TV, or even the weird ghost families in the neighborhood you live in now. Maybe it was different when you were too young to remember, but as you grew up, the three of you felt more like roommates than anything else. You always felt like you were alone. Moving out just made it official.

But it’s not that way for everybody. Not even most people. You glance sideways at Spinner. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, and then he tells you the story.

Spinner’s parents weren’t great. That’s not an uncommon story in the neighborhood – Jin’s dad was an all-purpose batterer, and Shinsou was in foster care – but unlike the two of them, there was no friendly ghost in Spinner’s house. Spinner ran away from home when he was twelve, and nobody looked for him. He went from town to town, building to building, alone. He was fifteen when he found himself staying in the abandoned warehouse Magne haunted.

At first, Spinner says, there was no way to tell that the place was haunted at all. When Magne showed herself, she was always embodied, and he thought she was human, just like him. And she was nice to him. She brought him things he needed, although she never said where she found them. She talked to him, although she never answered the questions he asked her about herself. “She cared about me,” Spinner says. “For real, not pretending like everybody else did. I never wanted to leave.”

But he had to. Spinner caught the attention of the wrong gang of criminals, and although Magne hid him, they found him anyway. Magne’s way of draining people was different than Tomura’s is. Spinner tells you about lying on his back on the concrete floor of the warehouse, watching the people who were attacking him implode, one by one. “And then, with the last one, something happened,” Spinner says. “The whole world – I don’t know how to describe it. It did something. Usually people aren’t conscious when their ghosts embody themselves permanently, but I was. I saw it happen. I knew before she did.”

You wish Spinner could describe it better. It’s not like you’re ever going to see for yourself. “It was scary for everybody,” Spinner says. “Me and her. There we are in that stupid warehouse and there are dead people everywhere and we can leave, finally – except I’m so beat I can’t tell which end is up. It was three whole days before we got anywhere it was safe to talk about stuff.”

“Was there a lot to talk about?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Spinner says, shaking his head. “All the human stuff? Even when they embody themselves, they never embody themselves long enough to get a feel for what it’s really like. And there’s no way for them to experience all the human stuff ahead of time. Like eating, sleeping, taking a piss –”

You imagine the look on Tomura’s face if he permanently embodied himself and then found out about having to pee, and then you’re struggling not to laugh. “That’s bad enough,” Spinner says. “But then there’s the thing where she’s, like – a whole human. A whole human who didn’t exist before. There was paperwork. It sucked.”

You hadn’t thought about that. “How does that even work?”

“Honestly? That’s how we met Hizashi,” Spinner says. You blink. “He spent so long blending into the human world before he embodied himself full-time that he had to learn to forge documents to do stuff, and he’s creepy good at it. He gets you the basic stuff – birth certificate, ID – and then he builds a whole paper trail. Somebody who looks at Magne’s documents is never going to know she didn’t exist five years ago.”

“So that’s how you found this place, too,” you realize. That means Hizashi and Aizawa were here before Spinner and Magne, but when did the rest of them move in? “Who was here first?”

Spinner gives you an odd look. “Your ghost,” he says. “Tomura.”

“He’s not mine,” you say, almost on reflex. “He’d be mad if he heard you say that.”

Spinner basically straight up ignores you. “I gotta say, it was weird to hear you name-drop him that first time. We’ve all always known he’s there, but we know so little about him that he’s basically got legend status – and to you he’s just Tomura. And that’s it.”

“What else was he supposed to be? I didn’t know anything about any of this until I moved here.” You feel hurt, even though you shouldn’t. Spinner’s not saying any of the things your brain is telling you he’s saying – not that you shouldn’t be here, not that you don’t deserve to be in the same house as Tomura, not that you don’t understand. “I’m glad he does what he does for everybody in the neighborhood. I don’t think it’s conscious –”

“Oh, we know that. He doesn’t give a shit,” Spinner says, and laughs. “Maybe that’s why it’s weird. Because he clearly gives a shit about you.”

You knew that. Hearing somebody else say it, somebody like Spinner who doesn’t have a weird relationship with their ghost, makes you all kinds of uncomfortable. “Like, he got on the phone for you. Live ghosts hate technology. They hate anything they can’t haunt. For a ghost like him to get on the phone, he must care a lot.”

You laugh, wondering if it sounds as uncomfortable as you feel. “I still have to apologize to Aizawa for that phone call. Tomura was kind of a dick.”

“They’re all kind of dicks,” Spinner says, and your laughter feels a little less uncomfortable this time. “They can’t really help it when they don’t understand. The embodied ones learn eventually.”

You’re not so sure about that. Dabi’s still very much of a dick. Magne was a dick when she was sick, but so was everybody who got the ghost flu, you included. Hizashi’s a dick on purpose sometimes, but most of the time he isn’t. He can’t be. Aizawa wouldn’t have stayed with him otherwise.

Out of all the ghost families in the neighborhood, you’ve spent the most time observing Aizawa’s. You don’t know why, when you’ve got Keigo and Dabi right across the street, but your eyes are consistently drawn to the house where Aizawa and Hizashi and their kids live. At first it might have been because you needed to confirm your conclusion. You needed to know whether Aizawa married Hizashi because he wanted to or because he had to. And you’ve watched them long enough that you’re sure: Aizawa loves Hizashi, in the same weird way Hizashi loves him.

It’s not like you can’t see why, even if you’re legitimately spooked by Hizashi. There’s nobody more committed to a relationship than an embodied ghost. Hizashi likes to make sweeping statements about all the things he’d do if Aizawa asked him to – like fighting God, or bringing him a piece of the sun, or breaking into the cat shelter and stealing all the cats – but what he actually does is quieter. Aizawa’s relaxed when Hizashi’s around. He doesn’t look so tired. He smiles more. Hizashi makes him comfortable. Hizashi makes him happy.

There’s a line in one of the few ghost books Aizawa didn’t write that’s been playing in your head lately: Ghosts haunt the space they’re given. That’s how they haunt houses. Maybe that’s how they haunt people, too.

“Thanks,” Spinner says, and you glance at him. Somehow you’re parked in front of his house already, when you barely remember driving home. “For the ride. And for not being weird about things.”

“Any time,” you say, and you mean it. You watch as Spinner makes his way up the front steps and opens the door, only to find Magne waiting there already. She hugs him so hard she lifts him off his feet.

You drive the rest of the way back to your house, lost in thought, and greet Phantom on autopilot before you start unpacking the groceries. You know Tomura’s around somewhere, and sure enough, there’s a puff of cold air against the back of your neck – the air chilling and then displacing in response to his presence. “Spinner,” he says without preamble. “Do you like him?”

For once you don’t play dumb. “He’s a nice guy. Kind of young for me.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-six,” you say. “How old are you?”

“A hundred and ten,” Tomura says, and your jaw drops. “I think. It was hard to count in here before. It never felt like anything changed.”

“It probably didn’t.” The first time you stepped into the house, you felt almost like time had stopped. “Me and Phantom change. I bet that helps.”

“Whatever,” Tomura says. At his heart, Tomura’s still an asshole most of the time. When he speaks up again, his voice sounds different. “When you say change, you mean age. Don’t you?”

You nod. There’s an edge to Tomura’s voice now. “How long do you live?”

You don’t like thinking about how long Phantom will live. Your vocal cords feel pinched and tight when you speak. “Phantom’s breed of dog can live to be thirteen or fourteen if you take good care of them. I take good care of her, and she’s only two. That’s – eleven more years.”

“That’s not long enough,” Tomura says. He’s telling you. Your eyes well up. “What about you?”

“If I’m lucky?” It’s easier to think about this for you than for Phantom. “I might make it to ninety. If nothing goes wrong.”

“That’s not long enough, either,” Tomura snaps. “What do you mean, if nothing goes wrong?”

If you’re not allowed to play dumb, Tomura isn’t, either. “You’ve watched medical dramas with me. Car accidents. Heart attacks. Alzheimer’s – the one where you forget everything. Cancer. All those things can happen to humans at any time. And they do, every day.”

“No,” Tomura says.

“It’s mortality. You can’t just say ‘no’ and opt out.”

“No,” Tomura says again. “That’s not how this works. You don’t get to leave me.”

Your stomach twists. “I’m sixty-four years away from being ninety. That’s a long time.”

“It’s not long enough!” There’s a light thud from behind you, the sound of Tomura’s feet hitting the floor as he materializes. A pair of ice-cold arms wrap around your waist, gripping you tightly and yanking you backwards against an equally cold chest. He’s breathing hard, even though he doesn’t have to breathe. His heart is beating harder, even though there’s no reason for him to have one. If not for the chill spreading over you, you couldn’t tell a difference between him and someone human.

His voice, when he speaks, is full of menace. “It can try to take you. I won’t let it.”

“There’s not a grim reaper,” you say. At least, you think there isn’t. But the world has ghosts in it. Maybe it’s got a personification of death, too. “There’s nothing for you to fight. This is just how things are.”

“No, it isn’t. You and Phantom are mine.” Phantom comes running at the sound of her name and drops her ball at your feet. You kick it away and she runs off in pursuit. “The others are stupid. They did it wrong. I know better.”

Your teeth are starting to chatter. “What do you mean?”

“They embodied themselves so they could follow their humans,” Tomura says. “Wherever they go. Even after they’re dead. I’m going to make you follow me.”

You want to tell him to quit talking like a lunatic. Remind him that ghosts and humans are two different species, that ghosts can become human but not the other way around. Tell him that this isn’t a fairytale, that the rules won’t bend just because he wants them to, that you’re going to die one day and there’s nothing he can do about it. “Don’t be so sentimental,” you say, like an idiot. Like an asshole. “What kind of ghost are you?”

The last time you said something like that to Tomura, he vanished, haunted your house all night, and then got so turned on from touching your hand that he flooded the entire neighborhood with horniness. This time he doesn’t vanish, but he doesn’t answer, either. He stays exactly where he is, arms lashed tightly around your waist, cheek resting against your hair, and the cold seeps into your bones.

“Is that really why they did it?” you ask after a while. Tomura makes some kind of noise that’s muffled by your hair. “The others.”

“Why do you care?” Tomura’s quiet for a second. “I get it. That human thing where you have to understand stuff so it won’t scare you.”

“I guess.”

“Then ask somebody else,” Tomura says, almost derisive. “I’d never do something that stupid.”

“Yeah,” you say. Your heart sinks, and you compartmentalize like you haven’t done since the first few months after you moved in. It’s almost been a year. A year ago you’d never have imagined this, and you wish you’d stayed that way. Don’t you? “I know.”

[l0v3tast3]

✎ kyle garrick is hot and, as my nsfw stuff usually is, this is very self fulfilling

tags: mdni, explicit smut, female reader, pet names, public sex, mirror sex, not proofread ofc

word count: 1k

kyle railing you in a public bathroom at some bar <3

he brings you with him on the little daytrip the 141 men decide to go on together. you dress up cute and hang off of him most of the time because you don't really know his friends that well, but most of them (simon is reluctant to have fun, as usual) treat you as their own close friend and make an effort to include you.

and now you've all gone to a bar to end the night, and you're all a little tipsy. you tell kyle you're going to the bathroom and make your way into the surprisingly clean room. you pee and wash your hands and you start trying to fix your hair a little bit when the door opens and in slinks your boyfriend.

he locks the door behind him but you're too busy cluelessly asking what he's doing before he comes up to you and presses you into the sink, running his hands up and down your arms comfortingly. you're blushing and stuttering that he's not supposed to be in here but he just kisses you.

you feel hands sneaking up under your shirt and then under the waistband of your pants and underwear. a squeak escapes when his fingers go straight to your clit, his other hand working to tug the bottom half of your clothes down to your thighs.

"they're gonna- they'll hear us!" you whisper, trying so desperately to hold back a moan when he sinks two fingers into you.

"you don't think my neighbors hear you when i fuck you at home?" he chuckles when your pink face flushes red. "you're not exactly quiet, love."

you whine indistinctly and bury your face in his chest, fisting his shirt in an effort to ground yourself to reality. it was hard, though, when he curled his fingers into your favorite spot and the palm of his hand rubbed against your clit so nicely.

he moves away from you suddenly and before you can ask why he's turning you around to face the mirror and pressing your back against his chest. his hand returns to where it was not long after that.

"don't look away, sweetheart. you don't want me to stop, do you? no, i know you don't," he whispers. you can see the smile on his face in his reflection; for a man who usually didn't talk much, he made up for it when he was with you.

keeping your eyes on the mirror, you looked down to avoid eye contact with both yourself and kyle to see his fingers disappearing inside you. his other hand snakes up to cover your mouth when you cum, shaking and holding onto him to stay upright.

"i should fuck you like this more often," he chuckles while he works on pulling his own pants down. "think that's almost the fastest i've made you cum."

you roll your eyes at him and weakly smack the arm still holding you up, but he's already pressing into you, turning your head to seal your lips together and muffle the moan he forces out of you.

kyle keeps his hand over your mouth when he moves his lips to bite at your neck and shoulders, fucking into you roughly. he always makes sure to bottom out hard enough to push you into the sink with each thrust (your nails never fail to leave marks on him when he does that, which is why he does it every time).

he knows trying to muffle your noises is pointless because, one, the team definitely already knows you two are fucking (if they don't, they'll know when you both come out of the bathroom); two, the noises your wetness and his hips hitting your ass was loud enough already, and three, you were never good at controlling your volume after he got his dick inside you. he took it as a compliment, of course.

you are also aware of these things, but you really didn't care at the moment. every brain cell that was still functioning was focused on how full you felt each time kyle bullied his cock back into you.

"look so pretty, love, just couldn't help myself," he panted into your ear, staring at your fucked-out expression.

he's fucking up into you quickly and harshly, whispering that he just needed to get his hands on you, that you'll do it proper when you get home. kyle's filthy promises serve to make the heat spreading from your belly to your thighs and your chest grow stronger.

the sight of your eyes rolling back and feeling your body grow limp in his hold makes him speed up even more. any feeling in your body and any thoughts in your head were replaced by kyle shaping you to be his.

"you want me to cum inside you, yeah? feel it leakin' out while you talk to my friends?" he murmurs, pressing himself impossibly closer against you. you let out a loud moan behind his hand and when your own hands start to claw at his arms he thinks you're trying to say no.

then he feels your hips pushing back into his, desperately trying to keep him inside you while you're pulling his arms tighter against you. your walls clamp down even harder around him and he figures you're happy with his ideas.

his hips stutter and your hips are aching against the sink from how deep he presses into you, but feeling the warmth inside you and how he shudders against you erases any discomfort. he peppers kisses along your neck and shoulder while you both come down.

you whimper when he pulls out and he shushes you, "we'll be home before you know it, sweet girl," and pulls up your panties before any of his cum leaks out of you. he helps you fix your clothes and you do the best you can with your mussed hair, and when you're done he kisses you.

"they're definitely gonna know," you fret as you glance in the mirror one last time.

"yeah," kyle chuckles. "johnny'll stop gawkin' at you now, at least."

[student-in-nightraven]

Hello there, I hope you're having an amazing day so far and I'm here for the matchmaking (specifically for Twisted Wonderland)

I'm nobinary transmasc (he/they) and I'm rather short (5'2 aka 1,58m tall). I'm blonde with a short wavy/curly hair and I'm kinda pale lmao. Eyebags because haha, lack of sleep. I speak Portuguese (Brazilian variant) and English

I'm shy around new people for the first five minutes but then I just start talking and boom, smol ball of energy. I have a short temper (can get angry easily, specially when someone is saying something about my identity, something I like or someone I love). I'm a bit protective over my friends and am extremely affectionate (I call everyone honey or my king/my liege and love physical affection). I can be kinda rude affectionately :']. Can become quiet rather quickly if my anxiety kicks in tho (also, I'm very anxious when it comes to rules, I'm scared of breaking them due to fear of punishment). Also, I tend to be the mediator when my friends are going to do something stupid that is CLEARLY going to physically harm them + I'm the shoulder to cry on, I like listening to people's problems and offering ways of comfort (if they so desire). I also share memes that reminded me of my friends :D. I like to sleep! Specially in a comfy bed and I'm always under a blanket, even if it's hot out (I'll just turn on the fan, I CAN'T sleep without a blanket).

I like reading, drawing, playing the guitar, singing, anime/manga and videogames (with a special place in my heart for RPGs, tower defences and rythm games). I used to play handball and volleybal but now I'm doing nothing because of some injuries (left hand haha). I also dance (not well tho)! Also, I love plushies and action figures, they're cool and I love collecting them! I also tend to collect things from my favorite fandoms lol.

I don't like being alone for that long and I have talassophobia and it kicks in even in videogames for some reason. Am not the biggest fan of horror games/movies, but will gladly watch someone play just to laught at their face. Also don't like when people make fun of my interest or my friends (I'll destroy everything they love, watch me)

Bônus: I drink a lot haha. I specially like a drink called caipirinha and rose wine (my beloveds). Even if I said that I drink a lot, I drink responsibly, I swear. Am also very chaotic when drunk like, chaos incarnate (and I make twice as much sex jokes when ij that state)

That's all that came to mind! Thank u for your attention, and again, I hope you have a very nice day!

Why thank you! I hope you too have a nice day<3

I match you with..

..

...Jack howl!

Admires your need of protection for the ones you care about, respects you quite a lot;

His tail starts wagging whenever you call him a nickname, his face flushes as he tried his best to hold his tail still;

Your talking to him when randomly you stop "ace deuce and grim are in trouble" and you run, jack confused but soon following you after, once you got there you were right, they were about to prank azul to get back at him but luckily you caught them in time and dragged them back, jack is just flabbergasted;

The way you always lend a shoulder to cry and and always try to hear out someone, comfort them makes jack fall for you even more;

When you get chaotic he's there to supervise you so that you don't get harmed;

Whenever your drank jack sits there and listens to you waiting for the right time to take you back to ramshackle, although in your drunk state you mention how much you love him and his eyes widen, tail starts wagging and his stuttering, soon takes you back to your dorm pats your hair and when he was about to leave your grip on his hand tightened, he leaned down and kissed your forehead (there's gonna be lots of forehead kisses in the relationship)

You 2 are a cute couple,you always tease him and he ends up being flustered way too often, you just love seeing his tail wag

Thank you for the request dear annon, may you have a wonderful week<3

[chaotic-vibes-only-please]

hii can I request the proxies x f!reader finding her knuckles deep in her pu$$y in their bed? you can do hcs if u want<3

thank youuu♡

Proxies catching their S/O Masterbating in their beds Headcanons

(Ooo of course you can! 😌 Minors get the heck out of here!)

Masterlist

Masky

He came home a day early from a tiring mission. And when he sees you on his bed with your thighs spread far apart as your fingers work to stretch out your pretty soaked cunt, his jaw drops and his pants instantly tighten. What a nice surprise, time to take advantage of it

He'll stare at you and watch for a few extra minutes to enjoy the display all while palming himself through his jeans. Then he'd walk into the room, purposefully making his footsteps loud for you to notice him

You'd instantly look at Masky mortified, fingers still buried inside you. He'd slowly take off his jacket and throw it to the side then mock the hell out of you with a big smirk "Who knew you were such a slut for me? Aww don't be embarrassed, need something bigger to stuff your pussy with?"

Masky commands you to take your hand away and shoves his own larger fingers inside of your wet heat. He sees the way your juices stain and drench his sheets. He'll make it his goal to have you squirt all over them, might as well make a dirtier mess. Masky may or may not be into gun play(It’s not loaded, but you don’t need to know that) and may rub the barrel against your clit. Masky gets off to that fear you show him, regardless of how scared you are the rush has you squirting

He'll whisper sinful things into your ear while driving his fingers deeper and deeper until they bump against that sweet spongey spot that has you falling apart. Masky will abuse it, thrusting in and out of your cunt till you do end up climaxing hard. Just as he wanted, you soak the sheets

Masky doesn't stop, he doesn't even let up the vigorous movements of his fingers. He'll keep going over and over again even when you start crying because the stimulation is too much. "Fuck-Take it Sunshine, common you're a good girl, cum one more for time for me"

But of course, it's never just "one more time". Masky hits your sweet spot and forces orgasm after orgasm from you. Even after he makes sure you can't take anymore and that he put you in deep subspace, Masky will still make you take his cock all night long. Good luck walking in the morning

Hoodie

The quiet ones are always the kinkiest. He stays in the shadows of the rooms doorframe to record you if he has his video camera for...research purposes. What? If you didn't want him watching you shouldn't have practically thrown yourself at him like this. He has a bit of a voyeurism kink, so Hoodie will wait patiently, drinking in your trembling figure presented this pretty on top of his comforter

But when you start moaning his name and spit out all the dirty things you want him to do to you, Hoodie says screw it and slams the door all the way open. You yelp and try to hide your flushed body with one of his blankets. Oops, he has no more self control

He'll flip you over and take you from behind, one gloved hand in your hair while the other is gripping the plushness of your hip. Hoodie will rail you into the mattress, the headboard would slam against the wall because his thrusts are that powerful.

"Bend over sweetheart" Hoodie doesn't bother prepping you, he just needs to be inside of your sloppy pussy. He didn’t know you had ever seen him in that light, especially considering he's like your mentor. Hoodie wants to use that power play on you. "What? You need to punish you for being a dirty whore. You come into my bed and fuck yourself in it then expect me to let you go? Show me how sorry you really are" He'd say while unclasping his belt and letting it fall to the ground

Has the filthiest mouth of them all. Calls you a total slut, a little pervert, his perfect cock sleeve or cumdump. Hoodie can be brutal, this is supposed to be a punishment so he'll edge you over and over again until you're screaming for him to let you cum.

Kinky dude might even continue recording. After he destroys your pussy he’ll pull out and spread your swollen lips apart to show the mix of cum oozing out of your stretched cunt “I own you now, better get accustomed to being used like my little flesh light” 

Toby

Seeing you all fucked out on your fingers and smelling his sheets to get off boosts Toby's confidence to a scarily high extent. Still, this innocent baby boy literally covers his eyes but peaks through his fingers to keep watching and feels guilty about the dirty thoughts running through his mind whether it be you smothering him between your thighs or him making you ride his cock

If you spot him, you should ask Toby to come join you and finish the job with his mouth. He’d be more than happy to oblige because spoiler alert, he’s had a major crush on you for months now. Toby admires your personality more, but he can’t deny the fantasies that would creep inside his mind at night about your curves and how he’d rub one to the thought of you on top or beneath him

Toby will eat you out like a starved man right away. As your moans give him more and more bravery to see how far you can take his advances, he may become a bit more dom than usual. Might even bit marks on your inner thighs to show everyone who claims you. It just makes him so happy to see you as all his in more of a wholesome light

Begs you to cum for him, it’s really cute. He’s whining and sloppily ravaging your cunt with his tongue. “Please let me taste you, give me my treat please!” Of course after you do finally get pushed over the edge, Toby will keep at it because the flavor of you is too addicting. Expect to be accidently overstimulated to the max, maybe even more then Masky would put you through

He’ll praise you each time you release. He’s always muttering sweet words against your heat. “You’re doing so good baby, give it all too me princess” 

When Toby finally parts himself from in between your legs, he’ll pump himself a few times and ask you to return the favor. You’re too tired at this point and give him the okay to just use your mouth however he wants. Big mistake on your part because he face fucks you until you’re gagging or choking on his cock

[chihirolovebot]

"when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves" with nagito pls? <3

pairing: nagito komaeda / gender neutral reader.

summary: the one where nagito confesses to you then cries </3

content: kisses, crying, confessions, nagito's self-deprecation, hurt/comfort, food mention.

word count: 1.9k

The sun is beginning to set, and you are still alone.

Shifting uncomfortably, you check the folded note in your hands for the umpteenth time. The scrawled text remains the same; If you have nothing to do today, please meet me behind the main building after school. There's something I have to tell you.

Well, you're here. You've been here for the last forty minutes, and you're about ready to give up and go home. Was this just someone's idea of a joke? To what end? Besides, you didn't quite think anybody in your class was quite cruel enough to do such a thing, not even Hiyoko - she wasn't one for careful thought-out pranks. She just took jabs at the things immediately in front of her (especially if the thing immediately in front of her was Mikan).

You cast one final look up and down the abandoned pathway, then lean down to grab your bag with a sigh. You're trying not to feel so dejected. It's just... well, you hang around with Sonia and Mahiru and Akane a lot, and they get confessions by the dozen. Hiyoko had stopped turning up to school on Valentine's day because she knew she'd be absolutely swamped in letters and sweets. Compared to them, you've never been the centre of attention. And you're not shallow, or bitter - you just thought it might've been nice that someone had actually taken an interest in you.

Whatever. You tug your bag onto your shoulder irritably and turn to leave, infinitely grateful that it is the last day of the term before winter break. You don't think you could stomach going in after this. Maybe you'll get something nice for dinner to make yourself feel better. And a sweet, hot drink. And a movie. and—

"Ah, w-wait! Please, wait!"

Shock thrums through you, and you flinch at the sudden noise, whirling on your heel with wide eyes. There's a figure sprinting between the two buildings towards you, an arm overhead waving frantically, and your heart leaps. A moment later, they are close enough for you to realise who it is, and you're shellshocked all over again.

Nagito stops before you, cheeks flushed red with effort and cold, hands on his knees as he catches his breath in sharp, wheezing bursts. "I apologise!" he chokes out the first chance he gets. "I was... there was a... I was - unavoidably - held up..."

"Uhh... it's okay?" Your cheeks are very warm. "Are you - I mean, is everything alright?"

He looks up at you, smiling. It makes your stomach flip. "Yes, perfectly fine," he says cheerily. "The gardens are going to be short of a Kamakura statue for a while, but... ah, but why am I wasting your time with my pathetic excuses? You should be furious for wasting your precious afternoon already."

Your breath catches. "Th-then it was you? You wrote this for me?" Your hand clenches over the paper; it crinkles in the sudden quiet. And it is quiet, a perfect winter evening, broken by the icy wind. The sun dips below the horizon, the sky steel-purple with the fading embers of sunset, and in the muted light, Nagito looks almost ethereal. His eyes are lurid when he finally regains his breath and straightens up, lips twisting into an apologetic frown.

"I truly can't apologise enough," he says solemnly, bowing his head. "I even left class early to ensure I'd be here on time, but as luck would have it... ah, but you probably don't care about that, of course."

"Of course I care," you blurt out before you can stop yourself. Nagito whips his head up, surprised, as he always is when you confront him with undressed affection. "You're - you're my friend, so..."

Nagito's expression lifts; a flush, lovesick-pink, invades the points of his cheekbones, and his mouth parts gently, something glimmering and soft filling his eyes. He looks... your stomach flips. Nagito is intense, you tell yourself. He feels everything so deeply. This isn't the first time he's looked at you like this - like you'd hung the stars in the sky, all for him - just because you deigned to show him basic human decency. And yet... here, behind the school in the dying summer light, it almost feels...

"You're too kind," he says softly, beginning to pick at the hem of his blazer. "F-for someone as radiant as you to even consider an insect like me... sometimes I feel as if I've dreamt you up. Like I'm going to open my eyes and you'll be gone."

A lump rises in your throat, as you are once again reminded painfully why Nagito clings to you so. With how much he's lost, how could he not? Nagito must mistake your expression for something else, because his eyes widen in panic.

"I - I've upset you," he breathes, looking quietly horrified. "I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean - oh, this isn't going how I wanted at all..."

"Nagito!" You clutch at his hands, which shake beneath your contact. You hold him gently, trying not to frighten him, and he hisses through his teeth at the contact, gaze locked frantically on where your fingers curl over his. The touch had been thoughtless on your end, but now all you're focusing on is how cold he runs, the inky webbing of veins beneath his papery skin, the quiet trembling running through him. "I'm not upset, it's okay. I'm just... happy that I can be here for you, okay?"

His wavering gaze does not leave your intertwined hands. "I don't know why I thought I could do this," he whispers. "W-why I ever thought I could possibly have the right..."

"The right to what?" Your stomach clenches. "Nagito, did you..."

A bitter smile touches at his lips. "Well, yeah - it was me who wrote you that note. Who else would waste your time by being almost forty minutes late? Ha, haha... So you see, your friendship is wasted on me. B-because I don't... I never know when to..." His hand clenches yours tightly, suddenly, as he clings to you like you're a lifeline. He still won't look at you, but his voice is growing strangled and thick, as though he's holding back tears. "I'm selfish, you see. Disgustingly so. I'm arrogant to a fault, entitled enough to think... to think that you could possibly..."

His voice dies in earnest when you hook two fingers beneath his chin and tilt his head up; his eyes, wide with surprise at the contact, glimmer with unshed tears, and his mouth trembles.

"Nagito," you say softly, trying not to notice how he winces. "What was it you wanted to tell me?"

He wheezes a laugh, vaguely panicked, and his gaze darts frantically. "Don't tell me you need someone like me to spell it out for you? The shame might be too much..."

"Do you..." You can barely breathe; the world is spinning. "You like me? Is that it?"

Nagito blinks; tears break free and roll down his red cheeks. His eyes fly over your face, as if committing your every feature to memory, as if he thinks you're about to strike him and order him never to look at you again. Your heart breaks; he feels so fragile beneath you.

"Ah... not quite," he mumbles, voice heartwrenchingly small. "Of course I'd never waste your time with something like that. Something as insignificant as a passing crush. Regrettably, it's - it's more. I tried to make it stop - tried to make myself cherish m-my closest friend, but..." He looks agonised. "It's won't go away. It's ripping out my heart from the inside. I - I need you to tell me... to put my delusions to rest. I can't apologise enough - but I need you to t-tell me it can't ever..."

"I can't tell you that," you interrupt him quickly. "I'm sorry Nagito."

He wilts, nodding tiredly. "Of course. You shouldn't have to—"

"Because I - I love you, too."

For a moment, Nagito only blinks at you; his whole expression caves him, the shock turning him physically pale. As faint as he suddenly looks, you're wondering if that might have been the wrong thing to say after all. Nagito sways on his feet in a way that makes you infinitely grateful that you're already holding onto him.

"What?" he says dumbly. "Wh-what? Why would you - what?"

You swallow. No going back now. "It's true. It's... I'm sorry, I didn't want to tell you like this, but..."

"Please don't." Fresh tears well up in Nagito's eyes. "I c-can't - I can't take it. I'm not..."

"You are," you say patiently. "You are deserving, or worthy, or whatever it is you were about to say. I love y—"

"You don't," Nagito insists, placing his free hand on your mouth to stop your words. "You're kind, to try and spare my worthless feelings, but I can't let you do this to yourself. I won't allow you to trap yourself in with me. I won't let you ruin your own life like this."

And now it's your turn to cry; tears bloom in your eyes, hurt and sorrow thrumming through you in equal measure. You pry Nagito's hand from your face, and he offers no resistance at all. He's turned to wax, a puppet pliable to your whims. If only his brain were of the same material - if only you could make him see.

"You could never, ever ruin me," you tell him as firmly as you're able. "And I'm not lying, or trying to spare your feelings, or saying this out of pity. I respect you far too much for that. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't tell you that I did. Please, believe me."

Nagito is frozen, helpless to do anything but stare and shake as tears roll down his face. "Why?" he whispers eventually. "I don't understand... you... I..."

You cup his face, brushing aside the warm tears, and Nagito shudders and whimpers at the softness. Your heart pounds. "Can't explain it," you mutter. "I just love you. You're kind, and beautiful, and I've loved you for almost a year, and—"

Nagito moves; it's a lurch forward with no warning at all, like his body has stuttered, like he'd moved before his brain had a chance to catch up. It's plain what he was going to do, the way he grips your wrists, the way his lips brush yours and your heart flips in your chest - but as soon as his mouth makes the lightest contact with yours, he freezes.

He jerks back, horrified, scarlet. "I - I'm sorry!" he yelps. "I don't know what possessed me - you must be truly disgusted, that an insect like me thought to get so close to you without even asking permission, that I dared to—"

And this time, it's your turn; you duck your head up swiftly and capture his mouth in a kiss. It's short, and it tastes like saltwater and cold air, and it's made awkward by the way Nagito totally freezes at the contact, the way his hands tighten over your wrists hard enough to hurt. When you pull back, his eyes are round as coins, fluttering in unadulterated shock, mouth agape and blushed pink.

"You -" he says faintly, shellshocked. "W-why would..."

"Because I wanted to," you say firmly. "I wanted to kiss you, and I wanted you to kiss me. It's okay, Nagito. I promise, it's okay."

And with that final affirmation, Nagito breaks. His knees give out with a choked sob, and he buries his hand into his hands and wails. Silently, you follow him to the ground, gathering his thin, trembling frame in your arms to rock him gently, brush a hand through his hair as he weeps and stumbles over frantic apologies.

You soothe him as best you can as the sky grows dark. "It's okay, lovely," you hum as he laments about 'messing up the kiss like the ‘worthless worm he is.' "There'll be other chances, I promise."

[shadowsnlace]

Submitting another one. Medieval AU with Shunsui who is in love with a Lady and after protecting her from danger, they’re stranded for the night. He ends up professing his love for her by the campfire.

So sorry this took so long to answer! I hope this hits the right notes :) <3

Medieval AU Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader

18+ only. It's a one-shot, there's gonna be sex. Below the cut it shall go.

"No More" -- Shunsui Kyoraku (Medieval AU)

by ShadowsNLace

"Lady _____!" A man's voice was calling her name, but it sounded far away as if reverberating from a deep chasm, echoing and not quite formed.

The world was a swirl of green, brown, and gray with blurs of motion that could have been men in armor or perhaps demons. But she couldn't focus, panic had frozen her limbs and stolen her voice, stolen everything.

The clash and clang of steel upon steel, the screams of horses, the screams of men...the blood...

Then his face appeared so close, so handsome even though it was smeared with blood. His lips were moving but she only heard the din of battle around them. There was no way they'd survive. All the time she'd wasted. All the words left unspoken to Sir Kyoraku. All the air left her lungs in a short, desperate gasp for one last sip of life...then, only darkness.

She awoke to golden light reflected on stone. Is this what the afterlife looks like? Am I in purgatory? Surely all her wicked thoughts of Sir Kyoraku wouldn't deny her entry to Heaven, or would they?

"Well, nice to see you're finally awake." Shunsui's smooth timbre washed over her, sending relief flooding through her. She sat up to find him seated across a campfire, stripped to just an undergarment, his bare skin and chest hairs glistening with moisture. "Here, drink this, it'll help put the color back in your cheeks." He handed her a simple cup.

She took a sip of the strong-smelling liquid, then coughed as it burned its way down her throat. She wiped at her mouth, "What happened?"

"There was a skirmish. Brigands," he leaned back, stretched out his legs. "They were no match for me. But, you, dear lady, were quite overwrought and chose to faint right into a rather large pile of horse dung."

"What?!" She suddenly realized that she was wearing his tunic...only his tunic. The flush returned to her face hot and fast.

Shunsui laughed richly, "I had to bathe you, and you are much heavier than you look, my lady."

"Oh!" It was indignation laced with embarrassment all wrapped up into one simple utterance. "Where are my clothes?!"

He gestured to the entrance of the cave where they were sheltering. "Our clothes are drying over there. Lucky for you I had a spare tunic tucked away." His head tilted a bit, a slight smile curved his lips, "My colors look very good on you, Lady _____."

She pushed her damp hair behind her ear, "Do not tease me, Sir Kyoraku." Her eyes met his across the fire, "You always tease me with your words."

His eyes held a playful glint, "Only because you tease me mercilessly with your beauty."

The gasp was small, barely audible. She couldn't take her eyes from his. "I -- I..." she fidgeted, "I never..."

Shunsui sat up, his look becoming more hungry, "The delicate way your hands turn to a task. The way your footsteps fall whisper-quiet like the passing of an angel's feet. The way your neck so gracefully curves when you wear your hair up." His voice deepened slightly, "Your face haunts my dreams. The way your eyes beckon to me drives me to distraction."

Her heartbeat increased word by word, her breath coming in quick bursts. Her skin was tingling, eyes straying to his strong hands. What would it feel like for those hands to roam her body? Those hands that had known war, death, and, if the rumors were true, unimaginable pleasure.

"Sir Kyoraku..." longing was thick in her voice.

Shunsui didn't move, he simply held out his hand to her, "_____, call me Shunsui."

Her hand was small in his. The rough texture of his battle-hardened palm and fingers was a sharp contrast. He guided her toward him, shifting to allow her to settle on his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. He let go of her hand to reach up and cup her cheek, "After your husband's death, I swore to watch over you. All the time we spent playing cards, talking late into the night. Our walks in the gardens. All the time we've had together; the laughter we shared. I thought that I was only there to ease your loneliness." He paused, his eyes roaming her face with a smile playing at his lips, "And all the while it was you easing mine. So many nights I have dreamed of being free to touch you, to love you."

His hand slipped around to the nape of her neck, drawing her into a gentle kiss. He wanted to allow her the choice to push him away, to deny him completely or give in to the passion that had been brewing between them for nearly a year. This was the moment that would make or break him.

She pulled back only far enough to look into his eyes. Now was the time to tell him, "Shunsui, I love you."

Her hands sought the warmth of this chest, moving over his shoulders, and up into the long locks of his hair, drawing him in to unite their lips once again. A little moan of desire escaped as her lips parted to allow him deeper access. Saints, help me, how I want this man!

Three simple words...and his heart was pounding. She loves me!

Shunsui swept in, a sound she'd never heard before sending an exciting vibration through her. A growl? A moan? She couldn't tell, and he gave her no time to ponder it further as his tongue laid sensual siege to her mouth. Her mind spun, caught up in a heady passion that was more powerful than anything she'd ever felt. Her body responded with heat like lightning skipping from nerve to nerve until it settled between her legs.

A tremor ran through Shunsui. He'd had women before, but this....this was something completely different. Just being able to hold her and kiss her made his heart soar. His lower belly clenched as the thrum of desire settled like a heavy weight. He could feel everything tighten as his erection crept its way towards the edge of his undergarment. His skin felt way too tight to accommodate the blood rushing there. The aching began, that sweet moment of anticipation of her touch beating a steady tempo in his mind.

She felt his thickness swelling and growing between their bellies. I need to see, need to touch, need to taste...

She pulled at the undergarment he wore and it began to unwrap. Only a few seconds were needed to reveal the sizable length of him. She smiled as her hands gently lifted his manhood off his belly to stroke over the warm, velvety skin. A deep groan echoed in the cave, but she couldn't take her eyes away from that beautiful piece of him that she'd only been able to fantasize about.

Shunsui watched her face as it lit up with wonder at the sight of him completely exposed. And it made his blood burn. Then, her hands moved over him with such care, he nearly threw her onto her back and buried himself in her. A deep groan slipped past his control before he could think to stop it.

And then she did something he never expected...she shifted to bring her mouth to the head of his cock. He watched in dawning fascination as she licked her lips to moisten them before pressing them against the tip. As she sank slowly, the skillful penetration tore a guttural sound from his throat. He tried to say her name but the sweeps of her tongue stole away everything.

_____ breathed deep through her nose. Shunsui's scent filled her, warmed her. That smell reminded her of days and nights together. Of longing, aching dreams that had haunted her. Now, feeling him slide against her lips, fill her mouth, throb in response to the play of her tongue...

She felt his fingers lace through her hair, fingertips lightly massaging her scalp. She rewarded him with a deep stroke that took him to the back of her throat, just tipping to the point of cutting off her airway. His legs shook, fingers curled, and he hissed, "Oh, god!"

Shunsui's control was fraying fast. He had to stop this before he was beyond the point of no return. "_____." The strain in his voice said just how close he was to spilling down her throat. He lightly tugged her up to face him. "You must stop now."

Her lips were swollen and flushed. He pulled her into a kiss, enjoying a nibble at her full lips. His hands skimmed up her thighs, catching the hem of his tunic, and lifting it up and over her head. He draped it over the plants he'd gathered to make a soft place to sleep.

Guiding her onto her back on the makeshift bed, he took in everything. The way her hair fanned out, the way her eyes looked at him, glassy with a mix of love and desire. Her body was relaxed, inviting...where he belonged.

She smiled as he moved over her to settle next to her, "I have dreamed of you, just like this," one hand mapped the contours of his chest while the other on the back of the arm he has propped on, "finally mine." A strong pulse between her legs sent more heat to pool with the slickness of her arousal. A gnawing ache had taken root there and was worming its way to other places.

When Shunsui leaned in and scraped his teeth over the crease where her neck met her shoulder, she sighed. His tongue followed behind to lave the area before he kissed it and moved lower.

She was keenly aware of the warmth of his breath as it left a trail on her skin, his lips dropping to graze, his tongue darting out for a taste here and there. He left behind sensations of pleasure that were quickly replaced by the next stop.

Shunsui's head was beginning to swim; she was intoxicating, filling his senses to their limits. His hand cupped a breast, the curve fitting in his hand nicely. His lips and tongue explored her silky skin before the texture of her pebbled nipple teased him to linger.

_____ arched into his mouth, her hands threading into his hair needing to touch him. She sighed heavily as his tongue lapped and curled. When his lips closed over that sensitive peak and sucked, a jolt of pleasure zipped through her. She moaned, shifting more into his grasp. But, the pleasure stopped momentarily as he moved to lavish the same attention on the other breast.

His hand strayed lower, over the contours of her ribs and belly, past her navel, and into the valley between her thighs. The wet heat he found made him groan softly, "Mmmm, you're already ready for me."

"Yes," a little pant made her voice breathy, "please, I need you now." Her legs spread wide as his fingers gathered moisture, spreading it along the creases of her folds. When he pushed two fingers against her to expose her clit, she tilted up into his touch. Slick fingers across that bundle of nerves made her groan, her toes curling and flexing.

Shunsui leaned over her, his lips close to hers, his eyes watching the pleasure dance in her eyes. Slowly he eased those two fingers into her. As her mouth fell open at the sensation, he dipped in to add another penetration that had her moving with him to chase what only he could give. Her hips rocked, her lips and tongue met him stroke for stroke until her moans became too strong to contain.

He leaned back, waiting for her to come undone in his hand. Her eyes met his, "P-please, Shun-sui. I n-need you."

He smiled, "You have me, petal." His eyes were nearly feral despite the smile. "I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want you to drench my hand. And I want to watch while you do it."

Any shock she may have had at his words was obliterated by the body-shaking pleasure of his thumb circling her clit as his fingers hit all the right spots inside her.

Shunsui didn't have to wait long. His scent, his words, his eyes, his skillful hand all sent her spiraling into an orgasm. Her eyes squeezed shut, head and shoulders arched back as her pelvis jerked in short bursts. Her pants gave way to moans she couldn't control. The intensity built until she thought she could take no more. Then, warm wave after wave rolled through her, painting swirls of colors behind her eyelids.

Shunsui drank in every sound, touch, and smell. The rush of her wetness over his fingers and hand sent a powerful throb to his cock. He needed to be inside her. Waiting for her orgasm to abate, he kept a steady rhythm until he felt her body relax.

She opened her eyes to find a look of anticipation on his face. He moved to position himself over her, "Take me in your hand, _____. Help me find my way." She knew that he was asking for more than physical guidance into her body...he was asking for her.

As her hand reached between their bodies, her eyes held his. Her small hand guided his throbbing erection until he was poised at her entrance. "This is where you belong, my love."

Shunsui sank into her, a low groan echoed in the cave as their voices mingled. Inch by inch he kept going. Once fully sheathed in silken heat, he propped on his hands, leaned over and kissed her long and deep.

Her inner muscles were squeezing, beckoning him to move. A slow retreat and return completely coated him in her essence. She lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and wrapped her arms around him. She spoke softly against his lips, "I am forever yours."

Something in Shunsui snapped at those words. It was as if a wild beast had been long trapped and was now set free. Thrust after thrust...no more loneliness...no more wandering aimlessly from bed to bed...no more feeling that a large piece of his heart was missing.

_____ had never felt this before...this feeling of freedom, of longing finally fulfilled, of aching for a touch she thought would never come. This was who she was meant to be with, who was the other half of her soul, who would fill her life with joy...Shunsui Kyoraku.

As he moved inside her again and again, his chest hair curled around her nipples, a gentle scrape and tug that only added to her pleasure. Her hands gripped his back feeling the hard muscles as they shifted with each drive of his hips. Another orgasm was building hard and fast as he picked up speed. Her pants fanned his face and neck, disturbing the curtain of his hair that caressed her collarbone and chest. Tremors ran through her limbs as she clenched around him, primal sounds of ecstasy ripping from her throat.

Shunsui was clinging to the last threads of his control. Riding hard while _____ shuddered, her whole body pulling at him inside and out. She felt so good, so perfect. He'd been reciting poetry in his mind just to be able to last longer than an untried lad. Now, he let go and followed her into bliss.

Some time later, they laid together on the bed of fern fronds and soft moss. Shunsui was on his back and _____ had settled comfortably at his side, her upper body draped across his chest. "Today was terrifying."

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the backs of his fingers curling to rub her cheek, "Yes, it was. The horse dung was very hard to wash out of your hair. I thought for sure I would have to cut it."

She smacked his chest, her giggle making the reprimand ring hollow, "Must you always jest?"

He chuckled, "Must you always ask rhetorical questions?"

The familiar pattern of conversation suddenly seemed to be more intimate, more comfortable. She quirked a brow, "All right then, here is a question for you: Sir Shunsui Kyoraku will you be mine forever?"

He smiled, "Lady _____, is that a proposal of marriage?"

"No! Absolutely not. That would not be proper at all." She drew lazy patterns on his chest, letting the silence stretch.

Shunsui's hand stroked her back, his eyes were trained on the ceiling of the cave, "Well, I guess we should get married since you've taken my virtue and sullied me."

She laughed in mock outrage, "You lecherous, skirt-tossing -- "

He was laughing as he rolled her onto her back. He smiled down at her, "And besides, my colors do look great on you."

[anywherebuthere]

we were both young when I first saw you || f.w.

Fred Weasley x fem slytherin!reader

"you burn me away until there is nothing left for you to hold."

Wordcount: 986

A/N: Shakespeare wishes he was me 😩🙏 this is a joke I'm very sorry. But uhhh, I wrote this cause I was feeling sad and it's not great but whatever 🤸‍♀️ title has no real correlation to the fic, it's just there because of Taylor's new album hehe.

Warnings: mediocre writing, angst but really bad, self destructive fred (only shown in relationship context), maybe a wee bit toxic </3 no happy ending

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It wasn't that Fred had never noticed her.

On the contrary, it was rather hard not to.

She was always there, at the center of every class discussion, the embodiment of angelic grace in the eyes of their peers. Gazes followed her wherever she went and he would be lying if he said he was an exception.

The difference was that she noticed him back.

Moments in which they lingered on the outskirts of their circles, though far and few in between, existed. Quick darting glances and the brush of fingers as they passed in the halls were the extents of their interactions, neither daring to cross the perpetual divide between them.

In his eyes, the chasm of difference was unbridgeable. They were separated by opposing forces and as time passed, the abyss became endless in their polarity.

While she wore green, he wore red, the colours contrasting against each other in the segregated rows of classrooms.

While her robes were brand new and tailored, his had already been worn by all three of his older brothers.

While she sat serenely, he fidgeted, never feeling content in the stilted quiet.

She was creation, a paragon of life, flouncing from experience to experience, friendship to friendship.

He was ruination, determined to live a life of destruction, leaving chaos in his wake so long as it brought him laughter.

Cautious, calculating.

Callous, carefree.

But what was more temptatious than the impossible?

So the flitting gazes persisted. Brushing hands became the briefest linking of pinkies, palms meeting in the smooth press of a palmer's kiss as they passed. In their prolonged touches, their world of difference closed, the rift seemingly gapped.

Secret passageways became the center stage for whatever it was they shared; the scraps of feeling and sweet nothings exchanged under dim candlelight and damp corridors.

It wasn't much but it was enough.

And to her, it was everything.

How cruel of the universe to so fervently push two souls together only to rip them apart as fast as they came.

-

A life of hardship and struggle had not allowed him to grow accustomed to nice things. Fred resented things he didn't have and when he did have them, he did not understand how to look after them.

Some things were meant to be handled with care, and in the aftermath of their heated touch, a purgatory free of sin, he would forget that she was not another thing for him to break.

"You didn't think I was taking you to the Yule Ball did you?" he snorted, aiming his gaze to the low stone ceiling of their passageway, perhaps subconsciously avoiding the look of hope that had adorned her face. One of which had crumpled at his harsh tone just now.

His palms grew clammy and he sensed her shifting away from him. He snuck a glance down at her and felt a pang deep within his chest at the sight of her slowly folding into herself.

"Yeah no, it was uhm- just an idea," she responded, lip pursed, her voice whittling down to a trace of a whisper.

"I was actually thinking of asking Angelina. Johnson? You know her right?" he continued. He wasn't sure what compelled him to say this. He hadn't been thinking of asking Johnson.

In fact, for the last week, he had thought of nothing but what it would be like to dance with her under the night sky. Of how the moonlight would reflect off her silky skin. So why was he twisting the knife in her heart further?

She had been the one that had taken the first jump across their chasmic divide. Despite the lion crest adorning his jumper and the snake on hers, he had been the coward. His bravery was nowhere to be found when it came to the unknown.

She knew that she wanted him.

All he knew was fire and his innate ability in burning away the beauty around him, bit by bit until nothing remained but ash.

She didn't return the next night.

Or the next after that.

-

"Look I said I was sorry, I don't know what more you want me to say" Fred exclaimed, exasperated.

She refused to meet his gaze, her face flushed in frustration and he swore he caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes. He faltered.

She had returned to the drafty hall after a week. A week in which he continued to show up, waiting in hopes that she would come back and they could resume whatever semblance of a relationship they had shared.

Pride and dignity be damned, he was ready to grovel at her feet. When the time came, however, he was left stuttering, unsure. The unknown loomed over him, awash with uncertainty and insecurity.

He had made her cry.

In the midst of this realization, she mumbled something, though it was lost to the buzz in his ear as he witnessed himself destroyed yet another perfectly good thing.

"W-what?" he mumbled, dazed.

"I asked why you're ashamed of me," she said, louder this time.

For the first time tonight, under the heavy cloak of shadow in their corridor, she looked him in the eye. Her lip was quivering, eyes shining with unshed tears, though her voice remained clear.

Creation, clarity, control. She was the very essence of everything he was not and would never be.

He will never be enough for her.

Taking his silence as an answer, she turned away from him for the last time.

He will never be able to stop hurting her.

Suddenly the bridge across their divide crumpled and he watched her crumble with it, the ashes of their time together blowing away in the wind as she stepped forward.

He will never be able to cross the rift between them again.

His answer to her question died away on his tongue.

"It's me that you should be ashamed of."

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[corpsebasil]

Easily Replaced | part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Kaz Rietveld didn't need a reason.

You knew this, of course, as you always had, but it was most clear the day you, Jordie, and Kaz stepped foot into Ketterdam. The two brothers were, as long as you’d known them, ambitious. Ketterdam would fuel that ambition.

"For you, Sankta." Jordie Rietveld laughed, and covered your eyes with his hands.

He was thirteen—much too old for you, as you were only eight, and though you were teased back in southern Kerch for hanging around with him so much Jordie was something like a brother to you. Your own parents were gone—your mother a woman who died too young and your father a mystery.

"I thought you were getting me food." Kaz scoffed, plucking the wrapped omelette out of your hands before you even had a moment to see it.

"Kaz!" You shrieked as you tore out of Jordie's grasp, lunging for the food, but Kaz simply laughed in return, looping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you along, sharing the omelette between them.

The omelette stands in Ketterdam were Kaz and your favorites.

"(Y/N), wait." Jordie called and you paused, turning to glance over at him. His expression was wide and happy—the happiest he'd been in a long time, since he and Kaz's father had died. "Welcome home." He said, and you smiled.

"WAIT!" You yelped, lurching into sitting position so fast your head spun.

He was there, you thought, still blinking away the image of Jordie from behind your eyes.

Your heart raced and your eyes stung as you stood, scanning the streets several stories below you. You’d fallen asleep on the window pane after sneaking into your room at the Slat—if Kaz wanted you gone that night, you’d be gone by morning just to spite him. If only so you had more time to snoop around.

You weren’t expecting the dreams again.

You wiped your hands over your face and sighed, blinking away the remnants of sleep and forcing Jordie to the back of your mind. Jordie Rietveld would always stay in the very back of your mind, in the dregs; you’d think about him only during your last breath, and wouldn't let yourself do it one moment before then.

You crept out of your room and glanced around its interior once more, hefting your satchel over your shoulder. You’d miss this place—you’d miss Ketterdam, but if leaving helped keep certain memories at bay and kept a certain someone from bashing your head in it was worth the risk.

Your feet were silent when you finally dropped to the streets outside and ran, taking back-ally's and fire-escapes and rooftops as you traveled across Ketterdam on a route few knew. Your mask was pulled up and your hood rippled behind you, your shape merely a black speck against the moonless sky.

When you reached the Crow Club you ducked the guards and snuck through a window at the top. If there was anything to be known about the heist for one million kruge the Dregs had been murmuring about, Kaz would know about it. And if you were anything you were vengeful, and you’d get that prize to earn your freedom or you’d die trying.

"The Orchid isn't Dime Lions turf." Kaz's rock salt voice reached you and you paused, one foot sinking into the plush carpet of your old friend's office.

"Well, it's a new acquisition." Another voice purred, and your blood ran cold.

You knew that voice.

That voice had haunted you for years.

"You heard it here first." The voice continued, and you dropped into a crouch, tugging your hood over your head as you crept towards the office.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

Kaz was being held on his knees by a nondescript man with a sneer on his face while Pekka, Pekka Rollins, clutched Kaz's cane like he owned it. Your stomach rolled as you took in Pekka's face and you barely stopped yourself from gagging.

It was him.

It was the man who killed Jordie.

"Now, I know you saw Dreesen," Pekka continued, oblivious to the assassin hardly ten feet away who was contemplating his inevitable death. "You got the jump on whatever job he has. I don't know the details...obviously, just that you have a little travel hazard ahead of you. So. Here's the deal: you can do nothing—walk away from it. I'll tell Dreesen I'm taking over for you." He paused, a cruel smile on his face. "Then we're even."

"Not even close—" Kaz began, and you tensed. You knew the man holding him, touching him, was causing him agony.

You had to stop it. You had decided long ago that Pekka Rollins' death would be slow. You could make it last for hours—could make blades sing until he was nothing left but a scrap on a table, but something fast might have to do.

"The other option is..." Pekka began, leaning forward to press the beak of Kaz's cane against his jugular, and you lunged. "I'll cave your head in with your own—"

"Let go of him." You snarled and, quick as an asp, had one of your many blades nestled dangerously against Pekka's throat.

Kaz let out a sharp breath and tensed as the man holding him pulled out a gun, pressing it to his temple to balance the odds.

"Sankta Riipka," Pekka mused, seemingly unaffected by the knife against his neck. "it's nice to finally make your aqu—"

"Shut up, pig." You spat and dug the blade in deeper, your eyes snapping up to the man next to Kaz. You felt steel against your head and froze—

—you’d forgotten about the other member of Pekka's trio.

"By the time you kill me," Pekka began, oozing calm that made to your blood boil, "my friend here will shoot your friend. And then you." He made to twist in his chair and you tightened your grip, stilling him. You knew you were drawing blood. "You ought to make the wise decision here, Riipka."

"Let him go." You repeated, heart pounding violently, refusing to look at Kaz even as you felt the gun against the back of your head push harder. "Let him go or I swear on all Saints I'll slit your throat right here."

The room was quiet for several beats before the man holding Kaz shoved him, knocking your friend—was he your friend?—to the floor. You made no move to remove the knife—your chest was tight and your breathing uneven. Jordie's face was flashing behind your eyes and this moment, this moment, killing Pekka, was what you had been waiting for.

You could do it.

Why couldn't you do it?

You could—

"Stop." Kaz breathed and you froze, meeting his stare. His face was serious but his eyes—they were filled with pain. "Just stop."

"You should listen to Mr. Brekker." Pekka crooned and your gritted your teeth, biting back a snarl as you removed the knife and swung, knocking the gun out of the man behind you’s hands.

     He threw his arms up and froze but Pekka simply laughed, eyeing you like you were a monkey at a circus. You felt small and, for the first time in a long time, like you were eight years old again, sweating with a burning illness and being sheltered by a widow who had no kids of her own.

     You felt like you were eight years old, managing to survive the plague and stumbling down to the docks, half-drunk with a barely broken fever and finding Kaz laying drenched in sea-water on a dock, screaming at you in agony.

It was Pekka's fault.

It was all his—

"No one has to die today, Riipka," Pekka smirked at whatever he saw in your eyes and brushed past, chuckling to his accomplices as they left the office and slammed the door behind them.

The room was silent for several moments before you turned, watching Kaz as he stared at the floor, making no move to stand.

"Let me help you—" you began, reaching out to offer a gloved hand but he jolted, deer-in-headlight-eyes flashing to yours.

"Don't touch me." He snapped, face flushing, and the knot in your throat threatened to burst.

     He pushed himself awkwardly to his feet and scrambled for his cane, one hand absently on his leg as he winced. It was terrible to watch—he was strong all the time, and so serious but this...

...this was him broken. And you weren’t sure if you could handle seeing it.

"I should've killed him," you started over, hands trembling as you resisted the urge to reach out to him. You didn't know if you wanted to help or if you just wanted, needed, his touch. "I should've—"

"You should've been gone by now." He swallowed roughly as his cane hit the floor with a thud, eyes snapping back to yours. "I had it handled. We all could've died tonight because of—"

"Don't you dare blame me for—"

"Well if you had just left when I asked—"

"I'm not leaving you!" You shrieked, yanking off your mask and hood so that you could breathe better. "You can boss me around and yell at me and treat me like Jordie was my fault all you want but—"

"I don't think that," he interrupted, his face stricken as he stared at you. "Saints, (Y/N)." You were silent for a moment, both breathing heavily, before he shook his head and turned away. "If you're not going to leave me alone, at least leave the Club. I can't—" he paused, sighing exasperatedly. "I can't deal with this tonight."

     Without waiting for a reply he strode out the door and shut it, locking it behind him so you’d have to leave out the window. You waited for several moments until you were sure he was gone, strode over to the spare couch around the corner and screamed into the pillow until your throat hurt.

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[rosiesung]

7 Days || Y.JW

for @geminirules "Just Friends" collab

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Pairing: Jungwon x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Friends to Lovers AU

Words: 3.63k

Warnings: Reader calls Jungwon a dick.

Synopsis: You are dared to pretend to be in a relationship with your best friend Jungwon. Initially, you go through with the childish challenge, knowing it will be insignificant to your friendship. But as the days pass, you begin to realise your true feelings for him. Will your revelations ruin your friendship? Or will something beautiful blossom because of them?

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"I dare you to pretend like you're dating Jungwon for a whole week."

You looked at your best friend with wide eyes, a similar expression of surprise on his face. There was no way you were going to do that. It would be way too awkward.

"Come on y/n. Don't be a party pooper. It's not like you guys are going to fall in love."

Of course things wouldn't turn out that way. No matter what, nothing would change the way you saw Jungwon. He would always remain your best friend and nothing more.

Jungwon looked too embarrassed to say anything. Both of you knew it was just a dare. What was the worst that could happen?

"Fine. Starting tomorrow Jungwon's my unofficial-official boyfriend," you announced, linking your arm with his. Jungwon hid his face in his hands as everyone around you screamed and cheered. This was going to be one interesting week.

~

☀︎ DAY 1 ☀︎

Since you only had to put on a show in front of your friends, you figured the best thing to do would be to hang out with Jungwon in solitude. He didn't have a problem with your plan. You both had been having playdates together ever since you were three. He was comfortable being alone with you.

Both of you met at your secret spot. A small grove behind the schoolyard. It was a place the two of you had found while skipping classes one day. Ever since then, this was where you spent time together whenever you needed some peace and quiet.

"I can't believe you actually agreed to this," Jungwon said, mindlessly plucking the grass he laid on. You sighed, staring at the row of trees beyond. "A dare's a dare. Besides, we have nothing to worry about because we don't have feelings for each other."

Jungwon sat up. "You know that we can't avoid all of them for the entire week right? They're literally planning to hang out at the cafe just so they can see us in the act." He sounded worried. There was no need to be.

"Of course I know that. So what? We'll let them see what they want to. It's not like they're going to make us kiss or something. The most we'll do is feed each other and hold hands."

Unlike Jungwon, you had already thought everything out. You knew how far to go while respecting the boundaries of your friendship. All Jungwon had to do was trust you.

He cringed in disgust at your words. "You're going to pay for landing me in this mess. We've barely even started and I already feel so miserable."

You patted his shoulder, flashing him an assuring smile. "You're not alone in your miser mister. After this is over, I'll do all your homework for you."

Jungwon laughed. "Learn how to do your own first. Then you can come and ruin mine."

~

☀︎ DAY 2 ☀︎

As Jungwon had predicted, your friends called you out to the cafe. Both of you were supposed to show up together. Jungwon met you a block away from the cafe, looking incredibly reluctant. "Are you sure you want to do this," he asked, just about ready to turn back around.

There was a determined look in your eyes. "Remember when he had to play Hansel and Gretel's parents for that play we did in preschool?" Jungwon nodded. He could never forget that day. "If we managed to get through that, we can get through this without a problem."

That made sense. Appreciative of your pep talk, Jungwon took your hand and whisked you away to the cafe.

By the time you reached your destination, both your hands were sweaty. Jungwon was just as nervous as you were. Not only because you had to pretend like you were dating, but also because your friends weren't going to miss the opportunity to tease you.

Seeing you two enter hand in hand, everyone began hooting and cheering. Jungwon's cheeks flushed almost immediately. You had to drag him towards the table you were supposed to sit at. "It's nice to see you two arriving together," one of your friends said, making space for you.

Taking a seat, you watched in horror as they placed a glass of juice with two straws in front of you both. No one had to explain what its purpose was. You glanced at Jungwon whose eyes were fixated on the glass hesitantly.

"If we get this over with now we'll be at peace," you whispered, leaning forward to place one of the straws between your lips. You looked away when Jungwon did the same, feeling the heat in his face on your cheek. You were certain you had never downed a drink so fast in your life. It didn't take long for you to finish the contents of the glass, quickly sitting back up to catch your breath. Your friends couldn't seem to get enough of the event, laughing and clapping avidly.

"You guys are so cute," some said. "Both of you would make such a nice couple in reality," said others.

Sitting there amongst your terribly evil friends, you wondered how you were going to get through the next five days with Jungwon.

~

☀︎ DAY 3 ☀︎

Your friends had invited you to another escapade at the park. You couldn't tell what they had in plan this time but you were sure it wasn't going to be enjoyable. At least this time, you and Jungwon didn't have to show up hand in hand.

When you reached the park, Jungwon was already there. Your friends beckoned you over, making you stand next to him.

"Now that our subjects have arrived, here's your to-do list. First, remain holding hands the entire time we are here. Second, Jungwon, give y/n your jacket if she starts feeling cold. Third, walk her back home and make sure you give her a nice, sweet little kiss before she goes inside."

Jungwon let out a noise of surprise. He wanted to run as far as he could and never come back. Holding your hand was fine. He had gotten used to it because of the previous day. He didn't mind giving you his jacket, but you were already wearing one so he didn't see why he would find the need to. Jungwon could do many things. But kissing you was not one of them. It didn't matter if it was on your cheek, your forehead, or the back of your hand, because there was no way on earth that he would bring his lips anywhere near yours.

What neither of you realized was that your friends were willing to go to the farthest lengths to make sure you went through with their tasks. They made you two walk in front of them so that they could see your hands intertwined. When the sun went down and the air started getting colder, they made you take your jacket off so that Jungwon would be left with no choice but to give you his. Just when it seemed like your night of torture would come to an end, they even made you share a single cone of ice cream. When it was finally time to go home, two of your friends followed behind you to make sure that Jungwon did his bidding. It was awkward enough walking through your neighborhood hand in hand. Those who knew you cast looks of confusion and surprise upon you two. Eventually, you reached your doorstep. Jungwon let go of your hand, standing in front of you. He looked everywhere but at you, avoiding your gaze. You glanced behind your shoulder, rolling your eyes when you saw your two friends filming you from behind your neighbor's car. They weren't even attempting to be discrete.

"Hurry up and kiss me already. This is too embarrassing," you urged, slapping Jungwon's arm. He sucked in a breath, pressing his lips in a thin line. "Do you think it's not for me? I mean, I'm the one who has to kiss you for heaven's sake."

"Stop pitying yourself and just get on with it. The longer we stand here the more reason they'll have to punish us tomorrow."

Jungwon stared at you long and hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours without a second thought. You froze, eyes going so wide they might have popped out of your head. Even though it was probably only for two seconds, it felt like an eternity. Time froze as you stood in the foreign feeling of his lips on yours. He pulled away almost immediately, skipping down your driveway as fast as he could with a short wave and 'good night'. Still stunned, you entered your home, breaking into a smile when you closed the door.

~

☀︎ DAY 4 ☀︎

The next day, Jungwon asked you to meet him at your secret spot. So far, your friends hadn't made any plans to get you together. You saw Jungwon sitting in the middle of the grove, laying down on the damp grass as he usually did. Walking over, you sat down beside him, flicking his forehead so that he would open his eyes.

He grinned on seeing you, sitting up with a soft groan. "So, how was your night?"

You furrowed your brows at the question. It wasn't like him to ask you things like that. But you decided to overlook it. Maybe he was still feeling a bit awkward after the kiss you both hard shared the previous night.

You shrugged. "It was fine. How was yours?"

"I couldn't sleep," he revealed. It sounded like he'd been dying to tell you. "Why's that," you asked, believing that you had an idea of the reason.

"Last night scarred me," Jungwon shared, pretending to gag. You didn't know why, but hearing him say that made your heart sink. Suddenly, you felt horrible. "Was it really that bad," you asked, genuinely curious to know what he thought of it. Jungwon nodded, making you feel even worse. "It was worse than I thought it would be," he added. Your eyes started stinging. A lump formed in your throat and the longer you held it back, the more it hurt. You knew you hadn't been eager to kiss him, but you would argue about how 'bad' it was. But bringing that up right now would just be stupid. Jungwon would misunderstand where you were coming for and that would just lead to another disaster entirely. You had told yourself that you weren't going to let this dare get to you, but four days in you were already slipping. The longer you sat there, listening to Jungwon whine and complain about everything he'd had to do with you so far, the harder it became to control your emotion. Not able to take it anymore, you got up abruptly and ran away, leaving Jungwon sitting there extremely puzzled.

~

☀︎ DAY 5 ☀︎

You didn't respond to any of Jungwon's calls or texts. You didn't have it in you to face him. He would be disappointed if he found out the real reason behind your sappy mood. So you were gonna wait till you got over it before facing him.

You still couldn't believe that you had been so affected by Jungwon saying that he hated the kiss. Despite telling yourself that you disliked it too, you couldn't help but think otherwise. There was something so magical about it. You had never felt that way because of a kiss before. Whenever you thought back to it, an exciting warmth rippled through your mind. Your heart danced in glee and a wide smile formed on your lips.

But you weren't supposed to feel that way. Jungwon was your best friend. Besides, he hadn't kissed you willingly. You didn't understand why it felt so special to you when it clearly meant nothing to him. You knew you couldn't blame him for that. His mind was wired to see you as nothing more than a friend. You found it hilarious. Here you were, realizing that you probably liked your best friend after having continuously assured yourself and him that something like that would never happen. The sad part was that Jungwon would never reciprocate your feelings. You were all alone in this.

A knock sounded at your window, startling you. Slipping out of your reverie, you glanced towards it, eyes widening in surprise when you saw Jungwon crouched before it. You didn't think twice before letting him in. He entered your room and stood in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You wanna explain what happened yesterday?"

You frowned and turned away shoulders slouching disinterestedly. "Is that what you came here for," you asked, regretting letting him in?

"Well did I have a choice? You've been blatantly ignoring me while all I've been trying to do is make sure you're alright," he said, stepping closer to you.

"I'm fine. If that's all you needed to hear, you can leave now," you replied. You didn't need him prying and prodding at you right now.

Jungwon stood his ground, clearly not satisfied with your answer. "No, you're not y/n. You aren't fine. Tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed and faced him. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to know."

Jungwon furrowed his brows. He didn't know what that meant. "I think I'll be the judge of that."

"It's you. You're bothering me," you spoke, narrowing your eyes at him. Jungwon hadn't been expecting that. But he didn't let the surprise show on his face. "What did I do?"

"You made me feel so worthless and undesirable. But that's not your fault. I can't blame you because you're right to think that way about me. I'm just pitying myself here and there's nothing you can do about it so please, just leave me alone." The tears were coming back again. You didn't want to break down in front of Jungwon. His face fell. He didn't know what to say to that. He thought you knew he was just being overdramatic. He seriously hadn't meant to hurt you. Before he could apologize, you turned to him. "I don't think I'll be good at keeping this a secret, so let me just tell you that I'm starting to catch feelings for you. If that makes you uncomfortable then you can leave. If you have something to say, just say it and go. But don't ask me why I feel the way I do because that's something I'm yet to figure out."

Jungwon was at a loss for words. He stood there, gaping at you like an open-mouthed fish before turning on his heel and exiting through your bedroom door. You heard your mother yelp on seeing him, probably wondering where he had shown up from. A part of you wished that he hadn't left, but the other was glad that he was gone. You felt like a fool for letting all of this happen. You should have never agreed to this dare. Who would have thought it would lead to something like this? There was nothing you could do now. There was no way you could change the way you felt. Because at the end of the day, it was as clear as ever, that you were undeniably in love with your best friend Yang Jungwon.

~

☀︎ DAY 6 ☀︎

Jungwon couldn't stop thinking about everything you had told him yesterday. He would never have imagined that you would catch feelings, especially through such a childish dare. Your friends had called you out to the park again today, but Jungwon wasn't going to go. He knew you wouldn't be there so there was no point. He wished he could tell you that he hadn't meant half the things he'd said about the kiss at the grove that day. He was just trying to show you that the kiss hadn't made him feel some type of way. Not just that, but he was also attempting to persuade himself that he indeed had loathed it. Maybe he should have been truthful instead of lying about it.

This was exactly what he'd been afraid of. Jungwon was always fond of you. He cared for you and he wouldn't lie when he said that he loved you. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe he felt that way because he thought of you as more than a friend. Jungwon didn't want to convince himself that he liked you just because you had confessed to him. He wanted to understand the way he truly felt about you.

He knew every little thing about you. No one knew you as well as he did. Jungwon cherished your friendship and the time he spent with you. Whenever anything bugged him, he always came to you, knowing that you were the only person who could make things better. He relied on you more than anyone else. He couldn't go a day without speaking to you. After yesterday, he realized how important you were to him. The fear of losing you ate at him the longer he stayed away from you.

Jungwon hated knowing that you were sad. It hurt more to know that he was the reason behind it. He wanted nothing more than to hug you and apologize for making you feel bad. He felt guilty for everything he had done. It had only been a couple hours since he had last spoken to you, but it felt longer. He missed you so much.

So he left you a text, asking you to meet him at your secret spot. He kept his phone close, waiting till you replied. But you didn't. You probably wanted nothing to do with him. Nonetheless, he still hoped and prayed that you would give him one last chance to make things right again. He couldn't afford to lose someone as special as you. There was nothing for him if he didn't have you.

~

☀︎ DAY 7 ☀︎

Jungwon laid in the grass, staring at the dull sky above. It was filled with clouds, hiding the sun. The grove felt so big and endless when he was alone. When he was with you, it was much more cozy and bright, even if the atmosphere was gloomy.

He had been waiting for you for quite a long time now. You hadn't replied to his message last night, but he knew you had seen it. Just before he was about to lose hope, he heard the grass crunch a few feet away from him. Jungwon didn't have to look to know it was you. No one else knew the path to get here.

"What do you want," you asked, voice small but laced with malice. You were cross with him. Jungwon wished to change that today. He patted the space next to him. "Let's not pretend like we hate each other. You could do the worst thing to me but I'd still admire you."

You didn't argue and sat down beside him. Other than the tension in the air, everything felt normal. There was a scowl on your face. It must have taken a lot of convincing for you to come here. Jungwon needed to get to the point.

"I'm sorry about everything I said. I didn't even mean half of those things."

You scoffed. "Oh really? They sounded pretty heartfelt to me."

Jungwon sat up. "I was just trying to enforce the idea that I wasn't into you, on myself," he revealed, hoping that you would forgive him. "And being a dick was the only way you could do that? Jungwon, you weren't the only one who was attempting to suppress their feelings," you refuted.

"I know y/n. And it's my fault for not realizing sooner," he admitted, hanging his head. You sighed and shook your head. "This is so immature. I can't believe we're letting a stupid dare get in the middle of our friendship."

Jungwon chuckled darkly. "Maybe it's a sign that our friendship has run its course."

You turned to him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jungwon smiled. "I gave it some thought yesterday. We're both attempting to be in denial of our feelings. Obviously, that isn't working out. If it wasn't for this dare, they would've remained buried deep down somewhere. But I guess you could say everything happens for a reason." He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. "I never realized how much I loved this feeling until I had to go a whole two days without it."

You couldn't even hide your smile. "Where is this going Jungwon?"

"Maybe we should give this a chance. Give us a chance. Who knows? It could turn out the be the best thing that's ever happened to us," he said, meeting your eyes.

"And what if it doesn't? We would be throwing so many years of friendship away."

Jungwon shook his head. "How long are we supposed to contradict how we truly feel about each other? That would take a heavier toll on us."

You laughed, squeezing his hand. "It doesn't hurt to try I guess."

Jungwon beamed. "That's the spirit!" It felt nice to see you smiling at him again. He was grateful for that. It was funny how a large part of his mood depended on you. If you were happy, he was happy. If you were sad, he was sad. His entire world revolved around you, and Jungwon knew the best thing to do was strengthen that bond.

"So, will you be my girlfriend," he asked, smiling cheekily. You bit your lip, looking at him through your lashes. "Of course I will."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this fic. Please let me know how you found it! Thank you so much!

[malaks-perch]

We need some good, soft Asra comfort headcanons. We'll take cuddling, domestic life, sensual touches, and many more. (Apprentice can go by she/her pronouns if it's necessary.)

anon😌, you don't know how long i've waited for this, might do some nsfw later tho hope this was what you needed, pretty babes

dating asra hcs

warnings: saucy towards the end, all fluff? all fluff also tried to make this gn! reader

where i do i even start?

maybe with the little things he does for you

asra takes your necessities for when you need to go and leaves them on a shelf next to the door whenever he sees them strewn about the shop

whenever you ask him where they are, he gives this little grin like >:3 bc he gets a kiss every time you ask for them

and let's take a moment to discuss how asra recieves kisses, shall we?

he's leaning into you with a hand cupping your cheek and locking your lips together, he always, always sighs against your lips

it's the most satisfying feeling for him

if you cup his cheeks and pull him into you for a kiss, he's humming low in his chest

and you tease him calling him your cute little kitten after pulling away

but if you choose to take him by surprise and bruise his lips and kiss him hard enough to knock him off kilter and leave him disheveled he's looking so very surprised and breathless afterwards

it's only then he'll point you in the direction of your belongings

if you already know where they are then sometimes you'll catch him pouting bc he doesn't get a kiss like he was expecting to

he's such a sweetheart

you have morning walks through the market, i feel like i should mention that

only because he holds your hand the entire time and is practically clinging to you as you point out new shops to him and he hums, noting and asking if it's something you want to observe a little more closely

during that little walk with him, he'll ask what you have planned for the day and buys you p u m p k i n b r e a d ✨

asra will walk you back to the shop and make sure that you have everything you need before he takes off for the day

but if he has to leave on a long journey away, he will often find himself spending a lot of his time at home or going with you, if he's allowed, wherever you may go

asra gets a little clingy when he knows he has to leave, if he finds a moment of peace between your errands and you cannot find a nice quiet reserve in a quaint dinner theater or his favorite little library then kudos

he's guiding you away from prying eyes, in the shadows of the vendor stands and gives you these wide hopeful eyes that look like someone had taken a pair of moons and hung them to sparkle within his eyes

it's unfair really because how can you say no? especially when he promises just one kiss

now this is how asra gives his kisses

an arm snug around your waist and pressing your body flush to his before his lips trace the corner of yours

and he knows he's being mean teasing you like this

and so like clockwork, his lips quirk upwards

then he gives you what you want, pressing his lips to yours, biting ever so softly with tender promise and somehow broken when you give him access to your mouth because he roughly sucks trying to memorize and devour you all at the same time

it's easy to lose your breath with him and his hand on your neck, holding you close to him until he pulls away and that smirk of his parts from between swollen lips

his kiss is the kind to leave you stupid and dumbly nodding when he's the one who promised he only wanted one kiss

it's easy to lose time with him and he respects that you have work to do and so he'll keep track of time somehow when he knows you have an important task at hand

but if it somehow involves lucio and it's not for anyone that you or he deems as a close friend then he's not giving a shit and proceeds to makeout with you

but later on in the early morning when he knows he has to go, he's already packed to leave and dressed to go

you're always asleep for this part but he kneels at your side of the bed and smiles wider than anyone has ever seen

but sadly no one will ever see the extent of how deeply infatuated and in love he is with you

rubs your cheek with his fingers and loves how your head lulls forward so that he's cupping your cheek

he kisses your forehead and then temple, your nose and your chin, just kisses everywhere

somehow makes you smile a bit in your sleep

"i love you." he promises, hands curling around the side of your neck so his forehead is to yours

smiling wider when your sigh fans over his face

"my lovely baby." then a kiss in between "my precious baby" another kiss "my sweet baby."

just choruses and choruses of praised that go unheard and unanswered until he spouts his love one more time to earn a murmur of a breathy 'i love you' whispered from you

he'll give you a sweet smile when you wake up from your warm, dizzying slumber and press a kiss to your lips murmuring 'i have to leave' in a soft rasp and he nearly gives into the despair he feels when you frown and lean into his palms

"i love you, but i'll be back in a a few days"

he'll give you a kiss, making sure you fall back to sleep before he departs

the shop definitely feels different, a little isolated and there's a partial lack of warmth to the small space but faust is there to keep you company

it usually involves her tagging along on your errands and sometimes come when you visit julian or ventures with you to go see muriel

on the days he's gone asra sends back little trinkets every other day

sometimes he'll check on you and once his face accidentally showed up while you were bathing

blushes every time you mention it

but most of the time he'll check on you when he's absolutely sure you've been sleeping nicely

loves popping into your dreams and surprising you and running to him and making him fall puts him in the best mood whilst he's away

cue his ever mysterious smile and rubbing your cheek and giving you a kiss bc if anything he wishes you were there with him, but he'll tell you he doesn't want to risk your safety by bringing you along

little talks about what you've been doing at home and you asking about how he's doing

he's got a knack for being able to tell when you miss him

hugs you and nudges his nose against your cheek to make you look at him

you know it can't be avoided, but not having him home does give the shop a lonsome feel and you worry about those pearly tufts on his head

asra has a fair amount of clothes, but the ones he wears around the house and things he works in he usually, if not always takes them with him leaving you with his croptops and things

he'll have you in his arms, smiling when he's nose to nose with you "i have a surprise for you" and whenever you mirror that smirk of his, he laughs so brightly and there's no exception this time when his face presses to the side of yours

"no- no it's actually there. i left you something before i had to depart" he'll sigh and watch you follow the little semblance of him around the room until you find his sleeping shirt

he nearly gives that same grin as the morning you left him when you find it and thank him repeatedly bc he knows you sleep better with him

but when you pull your sleep shirt over your head, his eyes get a little darker because you and your pretty smile wasn't the only thing he missed

almost refuses to let you leave his lap, gives you quite a few kisses and let's his hands trail bc he loves seeing you in his clothes

when it's time for you to wake up, he'll only leave when he knows that your body's teetering between trying to sleep more and trying to wake

it's a little sad when you wake up and he's not next to you on the bed

but when he comes back and gets his things settled at home he gets so excited to see you

goes out to get you things to make your favorite dinner, but he's not very fond of the little spats he might get in when someone actually pisses him off

when he goes home you can tell something's off when he doesn't notice you on his bed straight away

his lips only slightly pursed and brows barely furrowed, his real give away is him not putting on his favorite apron

step in and stop him from ruining his shirt though

this time when asra smiles and you can see his exasperation melting right off his shoulders

he'll stop to sprinkle kisses all over your face

but when he continues dinner, whether you're sitting on the counter and pulling him close while he mixes or behind him as he's measuring things out

he ALWAYS falters when you kiss his nape and leans into the counter with sigh

is a mess for you and will not admit it when you tease him about it

but when you murmur about him needing to talk, he'll open up about his days as you kiss his neck from the length of his travelling to accomidations, weather then the imp at the market who didn't even deserve to be called an imp bc that'd be an insult to actual imps

and when his words come clipped, he'll turn and kiss you the way he wanted when he was gone

breathless, hard, and absolutely slow against your lips

and he'll press himself firmly to your front so you can feel the effect you have on him before he pulls away like he didn't just try to stick his tongue down your throat

yeah, the self control he has is honestly questionable but what can you expect when he comes home

welcome home, asra ✨

you both have a tradition of going to uptown vesuvia for a little night on the town

it consists of asra giving you soft kisses that last too long and his fingers cupping your face and the frequent feeling of his lips curling up against yours

anyone who doesn't personally know asra, which is pretty much everyone bc of his mysterious persona, is always baffled and awed by his appearance

and so it causes wide eyes and gaped mouths

this is only when asra feels like people need a reminder of just who you are to him

that's always paired with him pulling your side flush to his chest so his violet eyes become lidded and it looks like he's whispering

most of the time its just him giving your cheek a little flurry of kisses, but when its not— wheww

everyone look out🥴

he'll take you to enjoy a last glimmer of sun before the evening starts and usually that means going to his favorite sunspot in the city

then taking you for a light dinner within a theater where julian may or may not drop in much to asra's dismay

enjoys his company as much as the next, but he wants to spend an evening alone with you

seeing julian while on a dare with you brings asra's more risqué behavior

cue his fingers on your knee, inching up to rub your inner thigh whether julian is giving you a smile or not

fingers would definitely grip your thigh before the mildly interested look would turn into a warmth that matched that of a room lit up solely with sunset rays

"enjoying yourself?" paired with his cheeky smile would be enough to make your words catch in your throat when your eyes caught his dialated pupils.

and ahhh him leaning over, pressing more of his weight into his thumb caught the bend of your thigh and sent shivers up your spine

lips catching beneath your jaw to hum a laugh against your skin while he sucked a mark into your neck before he sat back in time to find julian marching over to the both of you

he effortlessly would pay attention to julian while rubbing circles on your thigh and moving to tease the inside of your leg when the auburn's attention turned to you

asra could keep the teasing up all night if you'd let him, but yank him along

he'll take you dancing and rub up your sides, giving you little kisses throughout the night with these occasional soft gazes where he looks like he just might shed a tear

later on he'll take you for what was actually supposed to be dinner and make sure you get your fill, never ever telling you how much the bill is

of course he'll let you pay along with him but he always manages to sneak the cash you tried to pay with back to you

not that you know about his little habit

the dinner and walk home is full of asra's little confessions, humming a tune and kissing you softly as he ought to

he'd be near exhausted when he gets back to the shop with you, running his hands to mess up his curls and watch you kick off your shoes and lean on the counter

he'll stop for a second trying to burn the image of you leaning on his counter with a wide smile

"look at me" he'll hum and before you can even look over your shoulder his lips would be on yours

the kisses after a night inside or out like that were tender and warm and giving him plenty of time for his arms come around craddle you to him so gently

he's so good about helping you wind down for the night

helping you ready yourself for bed and bringing you some clothes so you can bathe together

that's always spent with him caressing and rubbing your back and any other of his most adored areas if you'll allow him to

he can't sleep well if he knows youre just a minute or so away

so if you could be getting ready for bed or he could have an early day tomorrow, but he wants you beside him

sits up all sleepy and waiting for you to come to bed

even asks for you to speak to him

will be slick about admitting how he loves hearing your voice before he sleeps but he still looks a tad shy

he's so pretty when he sleeps and usually ends up falling asleep first but yknow

asra's in lubbbbb

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[1-800-barnes]

Undercover

pairing: detective!bucky x detective!reader

summary: When you and bucky go undercover to catch an identity thief, the investigation brings both of you closer.

word count: 1.7k

A/N: This is my first fic ever, please be nice<3 English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes please contact me!

Warnings: fluff, like one curse word, slight mention of a gun, B99 AU.

After Captain Fury assigned you and Bucky to go after an identity thief, Bucky seemed to be reluctant of being your partner, and that left you confused the whole morning. So when lunchtime came, you decided to ask him about it, “Buck, did I do something to you?” you asked him while entering the break room.

“What? No” he answered quickly, but it didn’t convince you “Then why are you trying to keep me off this case?” you whisper-yelled.

“All right” he started “Remember when you told me that you didn’t want to date cops? That bummed me out because I was thinking about asking you out,” he told you “Oh, okay” you hesitantly said, his words definitely caught you off guard, when you first started on the precinct you developed a crush on the blue-eyed man but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it, and now he tells you that he was thinking about asking you out?

“I know that’s not what you want and it just took me a while but I totally get it” you were confused about everything that’s going on “Bucky, I don’t know what to say…” before you could finish he interrupted you “Let’s just not make it weird, this is a case, we’ll work at it together because we’re professionals” before you could say something he rushed out of the room.

After not seeing Bucky for the whole day, you, him, Steve, and Natasha were in a van observing the guy you’re looking for “Why is he getting out here? I thought your C.I. said the drop was happening in a park.” you told Bucky. “Rumlow has the laptop with him. We should just arrest him right here.” you suggested “No, the buyer's the bigger collar. We've got to follow him in and wait for the handoff, let’s go inside,” he said in a demanding tone. “Wait, we look like cops. We're never gonna blend in dressed like this” you put your hair down and adjusted your shirt “How’s this?” you asked Bucky. Natasha turned to look at you “You look fine. Here, wear this” she hands you a jacket.

You and Bucky got out of the van and went into the restaurant, as soon as you got in you were standing next to Rumlow “Hi. Table for two, please.” bucky says. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing available. We're booked up.” the hostess said looking not interested at all, then you had an idea and decided to barge in “Oh, no, that's horrible.” you start “Tonight's a really important night for us. Johnny and I just got engaged, and this is where our first date was.” It took a couple of seconds but Bucky caught up with you “Oh, yeah, it would mean so much to Dora and me. I would have made a reservation, but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes” after he finished you kissed him on the cheek.

The hostess finally looked at you two “You are just so sweet together. You know, I'm sure I can find room for two young lovers.” she said. “Yeah, we are lovers... together... in beds” Bucky stated awkwardly and you just glanced at him giving a ‘don’t fuck up’ look.

When both of you got to the table, you break the silence “ Sorry about springing the engagement and romantic stuff on you.” you gave him an apologetic smile “No, no, no. That was great. I mean, it's what got us in here. Cheek kiss was a bit much. Very wet.” you looked at each other and laugh. You looked to your side and there was Rumlow and maybe his girlfriend? You didn’t know exactly, the only thing you thought about was how you and Bucky were screwed, they put you right beside the guy you were keeping an eye on. His girlfriend turned to you both and started talking.

The night couldn’t have been going worse, Rumlow’s girlfriend, whose name was Lucy, didn’t stop talking to you and Bucky the whole night. Although Rumlow seemed a bit skeptical he talked too.

After some time Rumlow and Lucy leave the table, but he sends the girl to get the car and he went to the kitchen, you turned to Bucky “He took the laptop case with him, he’s gonna make the drop, let's go.” Both of you went to the kitchen door but then, Rumlow saw you. “Damn, he saw us,” Your partner said worried but then he pulled you into a kiss. You couldn’t even process what’s happening, did he really just kiss you? Brock passes you two and Bucky pulled away “Good, good, we kept our cover intact, nice work,” he said rather quickly “Quick professional thinking out there. Very quick. Very professional.” you couldn’t get the kiss out of your head “Detective,” he said reaching his hand “Detective” you shook his hands “Let’s get back on the case” he instantly pulled you to get to the car.

You were back in the van with Natasha and Steve, following Rumlow. “How was the restaurant?” Steve asked quietly “Such a normal time” you squealed “Why are you being weird?” he said curiously. “We kissed” Bucky calmly said. “What?” Steve and Nat screamed together “To keep our cover from being blown, okay? We didn’t have a choice!” you exclaimed. Steve was going to say something until Natasha started uttered “He’s pulling over. It’s going down”.

You saw Rumlow leave the package by a tree “Guys, it’s not a handoff, he’s leaving it there” Bucky told Steve “You and Nat follow Rumlow, we’re going to stay with the package and get the buyer” the blonde agreed and right after, you and bucky left the car.

While waiting near the package, he was feeling perplexed due to the event that happened in the restaurant but it didn’t matter what he thought about, it was always you in the end. “Hey” he turned to you “We’re cool right?” he was worried about your answer, he couldn’t handle you being mad at him “Yes” you started “We’re fine, totally fine” but you weren’t, the kiss kept replaying in your head. “You know what? I’m actually really hungry, never got to eat at that fancy restaurant”. Now that he mentioned it, you actually were hungry as well “You know what I’m getting on my way home?” you asked him rhetorically. “Yeah, you’re gonna go to that cafe near your house, and get a cinnamon roll and a cup of hot chocolate,” he said casually “That's exactly what I’m gonna get,” you told him, you were going to tell ask him how he knew that but you felt another presence there “Bucky” you whispered, “He’s looking at us”. You could see the confusion on his face. “What?” the guy seemed suspicious so you had to be quick. “Well, this is happening,” you said more to yourself than him “Huh?” he hummed. Before he could say something else you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, it was like you were made for each other, it felt so passionate and real, but you couldn’t forget that it was all an undercover act.

As you saw the guy start to move away with the case, you push Bucky away “NYPD! Freeze” you yelled “We are police colleagues” you said pointing your gun at him. “You’re under arrest. This is a work event” he quickly said. You both handcuffed the guy and brought him back to the precinct.

You were alone in the break room, the events of the evening running through your mind until Bucky comes in “Hey, could you sign this arrest report for Rumlow and the buyer?” he asked calmly. “Sure” you answered. How could he be so calm, did everything that you went through today not affect him the same way as it affected you? Maybe he just forgot about the idea of asking you out and didn’t want anything related to you in that way. “Man, I forgot how long your signature takes” he joked. “This whole night was really weird wasn’t it?” you question him “Yes, it totally was. I just want everything to go back to how it was”. You didn’t know why but his words hurt a little, wasn’t he willing to try to go out with you? “You're right y’know?” he continues “We shouldn’t date cops, ‘cause we make a great team, we work great together, doll” Doll? During all your years working side by side, he has never called you that, but maybe it was just a slip-up. “I don’t want anything to change.” you said “Me, neither”. Well, at least now you knew that he didn’t want anything more. “Okay, then that’s that detective Barnes” you whispered. “See you around the precinct” was the last thing he said before leaving the room.

Later, doing some paperwork, you went to the files room to get a file for your new case, everything was quiet there until you heard the door open. “Hey,” the person said, you could recognize that voice everywhere, it belonged to the person whose piercing blue eyes couldn’t leave your head “How are you holding up?” He asked. “I’m fine, just tired, today was a long day” you turned around, and there he was, standing right in front of you “what about you?” you returned the question. “Same” he starts “but I feel like something’s missing”. You looked into his eyes, not understanding what he meant, he stared right back at you, but then his eyes went to your mouth and next thing you knew, you were kissing again but know it didn’t involve an undercover it was just you and bucky, no one else. His hands were now warm, holding onto your waist, while yours were on the back of his neck, the kiss was everything you could’ve asked for, you felt like you were on a movie until you heard something.

“Hey, Bucky” It was Steve shouting from the other side of the door “I need your help here, pal”.

You both pulled away from each other, panting heavily, cheeks flushed and a smile on both faces.