#but touching this thing that he CANNOT MAKE ANY WARMER is not fun

[aran-morinorea]

The science gremlin is back to request Donating Blood. I am perhaps predictable.

“Oh, you actually taught me how to do that,” he answers, tapping the thing with a bare fingertip like the showoff he is. “It’s the same thing as the bricks that don’t cool down. I just did that backwards.”

That. Is not a process it would be trivial to reverse.

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; gn!reader, implied bottom reader, semi-erotic and bloody fingersucking, romance, struggling with intimacy on astarions part, not an established relationship fr, 18+

✮ wc ; 1.6k (literally what in the fucking world)

✮ a/n ; *smacks astarions back* you can fit so much projection onto this thing.

canon divergent i.e. this takes place during act two but reader doesn't sleep w astarion in act one. it's explained in da fic.

The taste of intimacy is acrid.

It's bitter and sharp to the senses. In many ways, he finds it unpleasant. Intolerable. He's lost in thought, primarily caught up in the sensation of your skin pressed against his.

Too much, he decides, this entire affair is proving to be too much.

"You know, there's no need for theatrics," He can almost hear the recoil in his own voice, like hiding away into the shadows when dawn approaches. It's instinctive. "All this...poetry is quite thoughtful but very unnecessary."

Yes. Unnecessary. Somehow it feels violent, though it's anything but. You pull away from him and he winces at your expression - genuine confusion draped across your face. Your skin is hotter than the sun, much warmer than his. You're attractive.

Astarion wonders if he can assess you as beautiful. If he's allowed to use something so flowery.

He can't stop thinking about it. He's played the part of a lover before, so kissing and touching in quiet whispers is not unfamiliar. If that's the sort of affair you wish to have, than Astarion can be apart of it no problem. Whatever makes your desire towards him tangible, whatever you want. The last part he doesn't say out loud, or to himself.

But it was real, just a moment ago, wasn't it? The feeling of your lips on his forehead and the crook of his shoulder was real. The words of affection were real. He was looking for fun, debauchery, pleasure.

This is not that, he decides. He decides, too, that he does not like it.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh don't play dumb, darling," He says, his throat tightening. It's natural to him, in a way. "Though your heroic romantic gestures are quite something, they're very unnecessary. We both know what we're here for, do we not? A little roughing up is fine."

You pause, and you stare. Your eyes are clear, like the water of the open ocean surrounding the lower city. Even in the darkness, he can see you perfectly. You can see him too, but he can't see himself even in the reflection of your gaze. He wonders if that is some kind of mercy, but remembers quickly that no god has ever shown him such kindness.

And you wouldn't either, or you shouldn't. He convinces himself that its a courtesy, and that this conversation is an attempt at honest between you. He's expecting something different. Maybe a snarky laugh of approval, or a widening set of eyes. Lurid with excitement in all the ways you're okay to defile him.

Most people he's laid with have given him the same. They're pleased with his fluidity. He shows it off like he's water in a beautiful chalice, look at all the forms I can take and adore me.

And yet, you're all but silent. What a terrible conversation to have when he's almost inside of you, he thinks.

"If that is what you desire," You says, your words slow. You then, so softly, draw your thumb over his cheek bone. It takes strength not to recoil. He almost wants to mock you. Wants to bite at the gentle caress of your hand, wants to make you bleed. "But I would've hoped my gestures conveyed my feelings a little better than this."

Shit. Shit.

"Feelings? Have you really taken a page out of the wizards book and written me a poem?"

"It would be easy enough to do," You say, so easily and so naturally - he can't help but show that he is startled. Shaken by the sincerity of every word. Bitter. "If you desire such gestures."

A feeling coils in his chest. He cannot distinguish his urges from each other. Whether it is hunger or desire. Whether to push you away or cling to you closer. He cannot make sense of any of it, despite his efforts. He doesn't need any blood, he's sure - but his mind lacks clarity.

Is he afraid or angry? He does not remember how to tell the difference between those two emotions, either.

"We're here for sex, you know?" He says, proactively pushing into old habits. His eyes feel heavy in their sockets, like their weighed by his own need to be desired perfectly. He seduces you easily. Lowers his lids and parts his lips, snakes a hand against your waist and lets you fall forward until you collapse against his chest. "Hot, lecherous, burning pleasure. Such romantics are best saved for..."

You look at him, and you want him. But it is not the same. Even he is not so foolish as to deny something you make so obvious.

"For?"

The words someone you love do not leave his lips, though they threaten to. "Someone more suitable."

"There's no one so suitable as you," You say, and the words do not sound damning. They do not intend to please him. They're not coated in myth or covered in lies. They're like you, honest and rich. "And that pleasure can be found all the same with regards to what I do."

Astarion understands little of you. Never has, in full. He finds your character damning, finds your kindness often irritable. His plan to seduce you had worked, he thought. You had taken some kind of liking to him. Enough that you act against yourself, just to appease him at times. To clumsily win him over by being a little bad, or being silver-tongued.

But you hadn't laid a hand on him despite his efforts. Without taking anything, you shield him from harm. You kill the people who wish to kill him. He'd never stopped trying to seduce you, because it benefits him to play the part of prized possession to the strong.

He thought your acceptance of his request meant you had finally broken. That he could go through with it.

Yet, you touch him like this - as you have been all evening. You brought a bedroll to fuck him in the woods of all places. Your hands are soft, and warm. You're reverent. He's kissed plenty of people, and played lovers even more than that. It was his lifes work, after all.

But it is impossible to deny that you're different, despite his best efforts to believe you are not.

Astarion isn't familiar with your gestures. He cannot hold his ground against honesty when his existence is passing and pleasant - ephemeral as a white lie.

"Astarion," You say, clear. You enunciate his name. It is not intended to have any weight, yet it crushes him. His chest tightens. Aches. It is all so strangely miserable. He wants to interrupt you, but cannot fix his lips to do such a thing "I wish to make love to you. You're welcome to find it unnecessary."

A kiss. Your mouth is warm, and tastes faintly like the sweet wine you had before bed. Your hands cup around his nape, and your other hand keeps you upright. He won't fall for it but his body does not listen, makes him melt comfortably into the bedroll. You kiss and kiss and kiss, and it is well-practiced like you have loved many times before him.

You must know something better than him.

Still. There is not enough strength in his limbs to fight you. His eyes blink open when you've stopped. A scream almost rips from him, but he's frozen in place instead. He can fight now. He could fight this.

The nails he tries to scratch you with, dig deep onto your waist. He closes his eyes. A begging for you to stay.

"Darling, really," His voice cracks. A touch so gentle and unfamiliar may be the thing to flay him open - cut him into pieces and open him up the blackened night sky. His lips feel cracked, hands shaking. "Wholly unnecessary."

There is no way out from this. From his feelings for you. How terrible.

You examine him quietly, then smile like you know everything. He is so much older than you, yet you smile like you've lived one thousand more lives. Maybe you have.

"Astarion," You mumble, your hands finding his hands. You lock your fingers together, your touch making his nerves fire whenever you brush along them. Your free hand ghosts his lips. "Look at me,"

Then, very suddenly, you push your thumb against the point of his fang. It punctures you in no small wound, and you push until the blood spills. You wince, but it's barely there. You let the blood spill into his parted mouth, let the taste of it fetter onto his lips and tongue. It's almost saccharine. He leans up on instinct, latching himself to it. He drinks from your self-inflicted wound with his eyes lidded, with desperation so unsightly.

You don't slink back. You watch onto him fondly. Watch him eat recklessly. Watch him swallow around you.

You already know what he is, he realizes, too late. The weight of your deliberateness nearly buries him. Unpleasant eyes, that know everything about him without any modicum of effort.

The feeling of anxiety, of restlessness well up even deeper inside him. The bitter unforgiving irony of finding intimacy with you lingers still. There is no escaping the thought that it will be you who betrays him first, and not someone else.

But the taste of blood, your blood, washes it all out. The gentle touch of your skin unsettles him as much as it makes him needy. He wants to be adored, and be adored by you.

He wants you in a way that does not incite any instinct. He works against each one trying to look you in the eyes.

When he manages, you are there and you are kind. You want to make love to him. He wants, very desperately, to believe it is possible. That such a ridiculous thing exists outside of a performance.

His voice is soft as a whisper. "I guess it's not impossible to appease you,"

You kiss the corner of his mouth and grin. He doesn't flinch this time.

"I'm quite relieved."

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

A Lesson In Sensuality

After receiving a very sensual letter from you, Aesop Sharp indulges in some solitary fun.

I would be lost without my brilliant consultant @tea-withjamandbread ❤️

This work has it's own illustration made by yours truly. Link for the full uncensored piece will be at the bottom of the post.

18+ GO AWAY CHILDREN!

A Lesson In Sensuality (3k words)

tw: explicit, female masturbation (mentioned), male masturbation, vaginal sex (mentioned), teacher-student relationship (reader is an adult)

When he saw that kittenish little grin on her face as he accepted her essay, Aesop Sharp knew she wasn’t only handing him her 16 inches of mandrakes' uses in potions, but that there was also something else included in the neatly folded parchment. Their hands touched momentarily as he took a hold of the parchment, and a tiny spark flickered in their intense gazes. Aesop had a hard time stopping a smile from breaking out on his scarred face.

It felt like forever since they last managed to exchange more than a few quick heated kisses and hushed soft words, and therefore this tiny moment was enough to make Aesop’s heart pound in his chest. Her cheeks reddened as she gave him one last little smile and a nod before leaving his classroom in a flurry of robes.

After the last of his seventh year students left, he decided to use the little bit of free time he had to improve his mood slightly by reading the clandestine note undoubtedly hidden within the otherwise normal looking essay. It wasn’t the first time she wrote him a little love letter, and Aesop himself made sure to always repay her in kind. 

Now, however, as he unfolded the parchment, he immediately saw that hidden among the no doubt Outstanding essay was no little letter. It was possibly even longer than the essay itself! Curiously, Aesop noticed that the text seemed to alter throughout - the letter began with his sweetheart’s neat script, but was at a certain point replaced by what he recognised as the basic Self-writing Quill font. And then, almost at the very end, her own handwriting appeared once more.

He brought the letter up to his nose, happy to find it lightly smelling of her perfume, and he saw its back was signed by the outline of her plush lips in a lovely shade of light lip rouge. His fingers slid across the smooth material of the letter. Aesop began reading.

My dearest Aesop,

Sweet Merlin, it feels so horribly long ago, an eternity almost, since I last had the utmost luck and pleasure to spend an evening in your company... In your wonderful arms, so strong and steady, shielding me from all the bad in the world, warming me up when all around me has turned to ice, and holding me upright, when I feel like I cannot stand on my own. 

The potions master smiled, his cheeks slightly warmer than they were before as he rested his chin on his hand. Cheeky little thing, she was beginning on a very poetic note indeed, and it made him strangely giddy to be the reason she chose to use such language.

How I long to be with you right now, to look into your ethereal eyes, dark and intense, like the mouth of a volcano, but so kind and sincere, like those of a majestic stag.

Your mouth... Heavens, your mouth. Each and every kiss you gift me with feels like a healing touch to my very soul. Your taste, so deep and rich and complex, so absolutely addictive. I could go days without eating or drinking, and I would not feel any hunger or thirst, your lips on mine enough.

Oh, by Salazar…He chuckled. She was being a bit dramatic, wasn’t she? However, Aesop couldn’t deny the way his heart was beating with all the intensity of a war drum as he drank in her beautiful words, the way she described him. The professor might’ve considered himself fairly handsome once, long before he became a professor, but not after what happened on that godforsaken boat. However, he never would've thought to be described like this… He was a little uncertain whether he was deserving of praise this high.

Aesop felt something inside him fluttering as he read her letter to him, the way she explained what she found beautiful about him was slightly on the dramatic side maybe, but goodness if it didn't feel good.

Your hands, your blessed hands, they dance when you brew, when you write. You are a virtuoso, my love. So strong and yet so soft, I go weak in the knees every time you take a hold of my face, every time you guide it to your own, everytime your wonderful fingers glide about the skin of my cheeks... 

Every time you caress my body with them. When you worship me with them, I feel myself slowly losing my mind. When you touch my breasts, I gasp and sigh for you, my love, because nobody else's touch could ever feel so good. I try to imagine my own hands are yours as I circle my nipples with my fingers, pinch them like you do, as I massage my bosom the same way... It doesn't feel the same, as much as I try to imagine it is you, it just isn't enough... It isn't you. It is you I need, Aesop, you I need to touch me like this, need you to caress me until I am begging for you, until my sighs turn to moans.

Oh… oh, goodnes… It was this kind of letter. Aesop skimmed the following text with his eyes, already feeling his pants get slightly tighter. Just then, however, the door to his classroom opened, and a bored looking fourth year made her way inside, soon followed by her Hufflepuff and Gryffindor classmates.

Aesop never hid a letter inside of his coat faster in his life.

He tried his hardest to stop being just that, willing his body into obedience, even as her words still swam in front of his eyes. Bloody hell… A single slightly more… explicit paragraph, and he was half hard in his underwear, his length obviously more than a little interested in the contents of the letter. 

After a few more minutes spent at his desk while his students readied themselves at their stations, and him mentally cataloguing his private stocks, he felt… relaxed enough to begin the lesson, standing up to write today’s instructions on the blackboard.

The letter seemed to burn inside of his overcoat’s breast pocket, goodness, how he wanted to read what else she wrote, his stomach twisting with excitement. Later, he reminded himself, later when he was alone in the comfort of his chambers, when nobody would come and disturb him. 

Although, there was one person he wished had the time to actually come and disturb him, possibly read her letter to him out loud.

Later, Aesop, concentrate!

—

As soon as his last class that day left, Aesop Sharp hurried to his chambers, his fingers covertly moving to the letter where it was concealed under his overcoat, as if it could have evaporated into thin air during the last few hours. There was some time before supper and he knew he wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. 

In any case, once the door to his rooms closed shut, he cast a locking charm on it, beginning to shed his layers not a second later. He carefully extracted the letter from the confines of his pocket before throwing his overcoat on his bed. His jacket and waistcoat soon followed, his tie was tossed away as if it had been choking him. It had, if Aesop was being honest. Not long after, the potions master was as naked as the day he was born, his manhood already partly filled with his excitement at finally discovering what other lovely things she wrote in the letter.

He sank into the armchair by his bed heavily, his stomach tugging with anticipation as he unfolded the letter again searching where he left off. Oh, yes.

Every time you caress my body with them. When you worship me with them, I feel myself slowly losing my mind. When you touch my breasts, I gasp and sigh for you, my love, because nobody else's touch could ever feel so good. I try to imagine my own hands are yours as I circle my nipples with my fingers, pinch them like you do, as I massage my bosom the same way... It doesn't feel the same, as much as I try to imagine it is you, it just isn't enough... It isn't you. It is you I need, my Aesop, you I need to touch me like this, need you to caress me until I am begging for you, until my sighs turn to moans.

You would then slide your hand lower, as I do right now... Thank goodness for these self writing quills... I know you would be so lovely as you'd stroke at my inner thighs, spreading me gently, your fingers teasing the very place where I want you the most and where you want me. You'd spread my velvety curtains, damp with my exhilaration and drag your long finger along my seam, those beautiful eyes of yours igniting me, setting me on fire from the inside out.

Oh Merlin! So that’s why there is that change of font, she was dictating the letter while she… Goodness. Aesop closed his hand around his now fully erect penis, only squeezing lightly for now as he continued reading, seeing her pushing her own fingers into her tight little cunt in his mind’s eye clear as day, the very imagine making hotness run through him. He pulled his foreskin lower with his fingers, his thumb gliding along the sticky sensitive tip of his prick, spreading the moisture that began to gather there.

And then... And then you'd push your finger inside, finding me so wet and ready for you... Ready as I am right now, but empty, and craving to be filled, twitching, almost sucking your finger in, like it belongs there. You'd masterfully search my hidden crevices, soon finding that place that makes my thighs shake, and my back arch upon the bed. My body in bliss, I loosen up, inviting your other fingers to join in on the fun...

My fingers are so small compared to yours, they don't quite manage to do the job, yet I imagine they're yours anyway, pumping into me, while your thumb rubs along my lovebud, slowly making me mad with need.

And afterwards, once you opened me up enough, more than likely bringing me to my peak in the process, you'd finally, finally enter me, stretching me so much, I feel like I'm going to split in two. The burn is delicious by now, I crave it with every single inch of my feverish body, I crave the way you sigh into my ear once you settle within me fully, your breath hot and damp against my already heated skin. I love the way you press kisses along my neck then, as you wait for me to get used to accommodating your length inside me, your teeth grazing my skin. 

Aesop was slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft, occasionally coming up to squeeze at the bared glans, staring at the words on the parchment, also imagining the little picture his sweetheart painted within her sentences. His rhythm was slow and deep at first, just like the way he’d take her was she here right now. 

Oh, how he wished she was here right now. His hand was damp with the precum leaving his tip in little crystal clear drops. The engorged member throbbed in his hand, appreciative of the attention he was bestowing upon it, but the potions master would have been much happier if it wasn’t his hand bringing him this pleasure, but rather the young woman’s heavenly body.

And then, when you'd begin moving, your hips rutting into my own, our bodies colliding in a union as ancient as time itself, I wish I could stop the world around us, to have us forevermore stuck in this blissful moment. I want to run my fingers through your silky hair, grasp strands of it between them, press my nails against your scalp, until you groan into my skin, sending vibrations through my body, travelling to my very core. And when your need takes hold, and you start taking me, fully taking me, I feel my release approach swiftly, its sweet promise of absolute ecstasy licking up my form like waves of sea, wild and unhinged, and so utterly beautiful.

The way you'd look into my eyes as you'd fill me over and over again, makes me tremble with bliss. You'd be taking me, and you'd be doing so rightfully, taking what's yours, yours, yours, yours only. I would shatter around you, my entire world collapsing and crashing down as I cry your name to the heavens, my nails digging into the wide expanse of your strong back. The sounds of our bodies connecting drive me wild with want.

Aesop’s hand sped up, the words he read having a profound effect on him. He imagined her hands in his hair, on his shoulders and back, imagined the sweet sting of her nails cutting into his flesh. The slapping sound of his own hand tugging at his weeping prick filled his ears, and he was unable to stop the occasional groan and grunt from leaving his lips. Hngh, that little minx, he was going to fuck her until she could barely speak, much less use such enticing language, the next time he got the chance.

The potions master spread his legs wider, pumping himself faster. He was almost tempted to release the parchment from his hand and use both of his hands, one to pull at the now almost painfully hard cock more, the other to play with his testicles, to brush and poke at that one spot behind them, but… but he so desperately wanted to read on, he wanted to read more of those delightfully sinful sentences, the sentences combined with the picture burned into his mind that made the burning coil in his stomach materialise out of nothing, and then begin to burn brighter, grow tighter. 

He groaned again, feeling droplets of sweat form at his hairline, some rolling down his burning cheeks.

He was close, dancing along the edge of bliss. Still, he made his fluttering eyes find another paragraph and read on.

And then... You probably have no idea how beautiful you are, and you probably have no idea just how absolutely breathtaking you get when you're about to plummet down the edge yourself. You are magnificent, like a mighty animal, bared of all inhibitions, thrusting into me with wild abandon, chasing your pleasure in my body. And the moment you peak, the way your eyes flutter and close, that wonderful sound that leaves your lips, 

Oh…

the way your hands grab me in their iron grip, showing the true strength of them,

Oh, hngh!

the way your own back arches as I feel your hotness enter me. You claim me as your own, filling me with your lust, your love, the very essence of you, in a moment of the most primal carnality.

Ah! Mhhhm!

With a deep groan, rope after rope of thick cum shot out of Aesop’s throbbing cock, landing against his chest and clinging to the thick hair there. His hand closed around the letter as he threw his head back, stroking himself through the orgasm hard and fast, until the very last drops wept out of the overstimulated glans, rolling down his foreskin and shaft, some dripping down onto his thigh.

He sat there heavily for several minutes, his hand loosening around his softening prick, still twitching lightly, spent and sensitive, his other hand still gripped at the parchment bearing her words and the ghost of her lips. He enjoyed the deep gratification that was seeping into his now so heavy bones, his head feeling near empty, only his heart searching for the other, the one it beat for. After the potions master regained some control of his higher functions again, he lifted the letter to read the last few paragraphs.

I dread the moment you leave my exhausted, but sated body, but you soothe this dread of mine with your delightful kisses, allowing me to drink from your lips as the world around me rebuilds, as the sounds around us once more come into reality. The proof of what we've done, our still trembling limbs, the sweat upon our cooling bodies, your essence flowing out of me, our breathless words and hot kisses. It's another moment I'd like to freeze, that wonderful afterglow with you and only you.

And even as I lie here now, spent and breathless, I cannot deny the pang of regret that you weren't the one to do this to me.

I miss you so terribly, my beloved, and I pray that we can steal away a moment for just the two of us soon, as otherwise I might start going completely mad.

Aesop.

My love. My sweetheart. My entire world.

I love you most ardently, with every inch of me, with my entire heart. It only beats for you. 

You hold it in your amazing hands, and I couldn't ever imagine a better person to be allowed to do so.

Let our next amazing stolen moment together come very soon.

Forever yours.

Oh, fucking hell…

How he wanted her here. No, he needed her here! Aesop needed her to be right here with him, doing the wonderful things she wrote in her letter. He had half a mind to only just make himself presentable, send a house elf to locate her, and steal her away to his chambers, and not let her go. However, his release left him entirely unwilling to do any such thing as moving right now.

The letter… Merlin, where did she learn to write like that? He was gone the moment she mentioned she was thinking of him and pleasuring herself while dictating the Self-writing Quill what to write… 

Maybe…

Maybe he could return the favour. 

Aesop didn't know whether what he'd write would have the same effect on her as her letter had on him, but he could at the very least try. He chuckled breathlessly.

Let's see which one of us cracks first.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little PWP. As always, you can find this story and all of my other stories over at AO3. I greatly appreciate all feedback! ❤️

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[vrmxlho]

So can you make a fluff headcanon about blue lock with bachira and/or isagi. Your choice Feel free to ignore this have a nice day/night and take care of yourself

i'm gonna be honest w y'all i have no idea if i'm good at fluff cuz my bf and i are not fluffy at all (i don't think???) so if this is shit don't be afraid to tell me lmao T-T +++ btw thank you sm for requesting <33 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE THIS I WAS SCARED TO WRITE IT LMAO ++ i couldn't stop writing once i started so this is hella long

MEGURU BACHIRA 蜂楽廻

bachira's love language is 100% physical touch like you cannot tell me he doesn't love just holding you or kissing you or holding your hand

he could be in a really shit mood but as soon as he sees you and is able to feel your presence next to him, he's forgotten about whatever was pestering him before

if you like flowers he'll get you flowers every. fucking. time.

and if you don't like them or are allergic, that's what lego flowers are for!

i can just imagine him buying those lego flowers and staying up till like 4 making them for you because he just wants you to be happy

i also feel like he's scared of abandonment :((( and that just means he's always with you, always pestering you, always talking to you

he just needs reassurance that you'll stay with him

ok when i said his love language is 100% physical touch i lied, it's both physical touch and quality time

gosh he will come up with the most weird and complicated reasons as to why he has to see you right now

he mostly does it cuz he loves being around you but also because of how annoyed and petty you get, he finds it so so funny 😒

"i broke my foot, i can't play football anymore" "WHAT? ARE YOU OKAY? I'M COMING OVER, I KNOW FOOTBALL MEANS THE WORLD TO YOU </3333" turns out he had not in fact broken his foot, he just wanted to see you. god, this boy is so oblivious he just needed to text you something simple like "come over" and you would've been on your way, there was absolutely no reason to lie about it LMAOO

omg ok hear me out

bachira does not have an ideal date as long as its with you

when asked the question "how would you like to spend a whole day with your s/o?" he just thought 'wtf' like???? i love them sm, i could be picking up garbage and still enjoy it if i'm with my s/o

all his friends called him a simp, but he was proud abt it, after all who wouldn't simp for you

he's also really spontaneous, yk with his 'ego' and everything

y'all could just be hanging out and then suddenly out of nowhere you're at a theme park, or at the beach, or a kiddie park

once during the summer, when it was too hot to do anything except complain and eat ice-lollies, he pulled you all the way to a theme park just to have a change of scenery

"please bachira, it's like 30º, we're gonna die" "will you shut up about the heat? you're like a little baby, i promise it'll be fun" and oh was he right. it was getting warmer and warmer but not even a heat wave couldn't ruin the fun. you had gone on all of the rides at least twice but nothing could beat the relaxing water log one. the two of you kept cutting the line as soon as you were done, jumping over the metal barriers and running from the security guard who was sure he'd just seen you (am i going crazy he thought). after about the fifth time he was just so done with the two of you he gave up. you'd be drifting on the log, splashing each other with the kinda gross water. neither of you could stop laughing (nobody knows why), everyone around you thought you were maniacs, but neither of you cared.

although he's always happy when receiving presents, he prefers giving you presents

and by presents i don't mean rlly expensive things but more like little things that remind him of you

he saw a paperclip that was shaped like a heart? present material

your favourite soda? present

you really liked that one song??? well he knows about three more like that, he's making you a playlist as we speak

is it any good? um excellent question! not too sure about his music taste...

just like him it's all over the place

your music tastes do not go well together but that's not gonna stop either one of you from trying to brainwash the other into liking your favourite songs

"this is ass, i can feel my brain melting" "y/n, this song saved my life" "and it's pushing me off the edge, please get a grip" he gets really pouty and pretends he hates you, but that lasts about five minutes because deep down he knows you're right 😭

omg and his kisses

he's never awkward of hesitant about it, he just goes straight for it

your very first kiss was a bit random, the two of you were just talking before he leaned in and quickly pecked your lips, you were a blushing mess, and he liked seeing you like this so he did it again, and again, everywhere this time, your eyes, you forehead, both cheeks, the sides of your lips that were super ticklish

and he does this every time

one kiss isn't enough he needs at least 8!

he does not care about PDA, in fact the more ppl who know you're his, the better

if y'all were any trope it would definitely be childhood sweethearts, yk when you marry your best friend in like primary school? yeah, he probably proposed to you

"to y/n i give my most prized possession, my football" "bachira, i'm tired, i don't feel like playing today" "nonono this is just a gift for the bride" oh silly child, he's not asking you to play with him. he's in love with you <33333

his mother (yu bachira) is literally molly weasley incarnate

like she's out here locking you in their house, there's no way she's letting you go back home?? no, you're her guest!

has a list of foods you like and don't like just so whenever you're home she can cook for you and everything 🥲

she's currently teaching bachira how to cook your favourite meals, she'd never want you to raise a single finger, ever

YOICHI ISAGI 潔 世一

the world's purest, but also the world's most talkative person ever

homeboy has an average of 10000 words spoken per day (fyi that's a lot)

he just wants to tell you about everything <333

if anything, even the smallest thing, happens when you're not there with him he's 100% filling you in later

hosts a daily ted talk where he just tells you about all the other guys and how they suck 🙄 and how he's getting better at football and like he's pulling up stats you've never heard of???

"and i checked his stats and the only thing he's better at is aerial duels, but it's only by 0.2, so honestly who cares right?? i mean its negligible" "like the charge of a neutron" "wtf is a neutron?" no babe, wtf does 0.2 aerial duel mean??? since when can you fly??? (it's when players fight for the ball while jumping btw)

but don't get me wrong that does not mean he doesn't listen cuz he's such a good listener omg, the best one honestly

why's he good at everything dammit

he loves hearing about your day

he'll ask you about it without fail every single day and he genuinely listens it not like he's doing it out of common curtesy he just loves hearing from you

to him, you could make the most uneventful day sound interesting

he'll be looking at you in awe like a little child being told about magic or smth like that (this was not a great analogy help)

and that makes him supper attentive too

he can instantly tell when something's even slightly off and somehow he knows exactly how to make you feel better

omg he's the type of boyfriend who has a polaroid of you in his phone case and he just stares at it from time to time

OMG I CAN IMAGINE HIM TRYING THOSE FUCKING TIKTOK FILTERS WHICH ARE LIKE "THE INITIAL IT LANDS ON IS YOUR SOULMATE"

and he takes them soooo fucking seriously, unless it's not your initial, no, then that's bullshit 😰🫡

he's 100% husband material, marry him rn like actually

unlike bachira he already knows how to cook and he's gonna get physical if he ever sees you doing anything, he's more like bachira's mother in that way

his ideal date is walking around and going on cute ass picnic dates

ESPECIALLY IN AUTUMN WHEN THE CHERRY BLOSSOM FLOWER PETALS ARE LIKE GENTLY FALLING AND FLYING IN THE WIND OMG

he loves when y'all go on dates when it's a bit chilly

"why didn't you wear a jacket?" "it would ruin my outfit" :(((( "ugh, just wear mine then, i don't want you getting a cold" it really wasn't cold that day. you just wanted to wear his coat. little did you know that isagi too was praying that he'd be able to pull of that move, he'd been thinking about it ever since he saw those stupid rom-coms where the guy gives his crush his coat and then they fall in love or smth. my silly children 😪

his love language is quality time, he hates being ignored and he wants to be with the people he loves at all times possible

lucky for him everyone loves him, he's such a sweetheart

his favourite pastime (apart from football ofc) is lying in your lap while you read him a book, gossip or just sit in the silence

he loves looking at you from below especially after that one time he saw the sun shining from behind your head and he swore you looked like an angel (you really did, i was there)

omg listen to this

y'all have a bit of a rivalry when it comes to bowling

you're both so god awful at it but you're both also convinced you're better than the other

"you're supposed to be aiming at the pins, not the hole..." "okay in my defence, when shooting you usually aim for the place with no defenders, so you can score!!" "don't pretend this is about football, you just suck 😒"

he loves kissing you, its the best thing ever

your first kiss was a bit awkward but it had its charm

you both had already been together for a while now but neither of you knew how to initiate the kiss

until you both were laughing at the dumbest joke he'd ever made in his whole life (he still cringes at the memory of it)

you just looked so fucking beautiful, with small tears in your eyes from laughing too much, a smile wide and that cute laugh

he couldn't help it so he just pushed himself onto you

and keep in mind there was some distance between the two of you so when he kissed you the two of you fell

but i mean, at least it was memorable???

gosh you both are the definition of first and last love <3333

[angeladore]

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Brothers x GN!MC

Requested: anon

— When you and Lucifer have baths together, there’s usually gentle music playing to calm you two down

— He prefers to use bath oils more than bubbles, but if you like bubbles then he’ll agree because he has a soft spot for you

— He’ll gently massage your back as you lean into his touch, his hands were always smooth and they did good massages

— This man probably likes his baths super hot so you hafta remind him that human bodies cannot do that much temperature as demon bodies can

— If you’re the age where you can drink he’ll pour you both a glass of demonus as you guys have a bath together

— Sometimes he’ll let you massage his scars on his back from when his other pair of wings got torn off from the fall

— He massages your head as well, washing your hair for you when you don’t feel like it

— Once he accidentally dropped his demonous into the bath

— Baths with Mammon are actually really fun, he’ll sometimes get gold bath bombs and your favourite colour ones

— He also really likes bubbles, his favourite scent is probably tropical or coconut

— Mammon won’t admit it but he loves taking baths with you more than he does alone

— One time he accidentally almost flooded the bathroom because you & him were throwing bubbles at each other and forgot the water was still on

— He likes the temperature more warm

— He’ll sometimes surprise you with bath bombs & new bubble bath scents for you two to try out together

— Sometimes he puts bubbles on your hair and tries to do shapes then laughs at your face once you see the shapes he put on your head (you do it back to him 10x worse sometimes with a bubble moustache on him)

— Honestly is one of the funnest to have baths with

— Oh lord

— Leviathan is really shy & scared about having a bath with anyone

— But since you kept asking he had to say yes

— Is very awkward at first but once you guys have more together you two splash each other and see who will win

— He himself likes bubbles as well, probably beach waves scented

— Once he slipped after getting out of the bath and you tried your best bot to laugh

— He likes baths a bit more cold

— He never saw a bath bomb in person because he didn’t bother getting them but once you out one in your bath he almost has a heart attack as it turns the water [fav colour] but he thinks its cool and starts buying them himself

— Idk why but i feel like sometimes Satan puts a spell on his book and makes them water proof..

— He also enjoys having baths with you, he knows how to massage good as well

— He likes bath oils & bubbles, his favourite scents are apple & cinnamon and vanilla

— Likes his bath temperature to be a bit hot above warm

— When he washes your hair, he massages the shampoo & conditioner in, it feels amazing

— Sometimes he’ll put a few candles near the bath so it smells nicer

— Once he got bubbles in his mouth and started coughing them out

— I have so many ideas with Asmo it’s crazy

— First off he LOVES having baths with you, his bath is huge afterall

— Favourite scents are probably raspberry, strawberry & cream, sex on the beach, french vanilla & birthday cake

— Loves when you massage his back

— He likes his bath temperature warm, in the middle sometimes a bit more warm then usual

— He gets so extra he even buys flowers petals and puts them in to make it fancier

— He loves everything, bath oils, bubbles, bath bombs etc.

— He is also the one to put some candles around the bath to make it warm and smell nice

— Has one of those bath towel warmer things so once you get out he hands you a warm towel

— Once he accidentally grabbed the shower head and it went straight for both of your faces

— Oh my baths with Beel are so fun

— His favourite scents are definitely cinnamon buns, strawberry short cake & frosting (basically any sweet food scents)

— He doesn’t really mind what you put in the bath as long as your happy he’s happy

— You guys sometimes make shapes with bubbles for fun

— When he washes your hair, he makes sure not to leave any soap in your hair

— He doesn’t mind what temperature but doesn’t like when its too cold

— He helps you out of the tub once you two are finished, making sure you don’t slip or anything

— Makes sure your comfortable almost every 3 minutes

— Is down for cuddles after you guys finish the bath

— He once tried drinking the bubbles because they smelled to realistic but luckily you were there to stop him

— Belphegor and you will take lazy baths together, talking about future pranks to prank Lucifer & just about how the day was

— He honestly likes cuddles in the bath too, even a hug is good with him

— Likes his baths warm

— His favourite scent is probably lavender or fresh cream

— He also doesn’t care what you choose to put in the bath

— Sometimes you hafta make sure he stays awake and doesn’t fall asleep in the bath

— He fell asleep in the bath multiple times and you had to make sure he didn’t drown

— Once he was feeling mischievous and put bubbles in your hair after you washed it (dw tho he got them out for you lmao)

— It’s comforting to have a bath with him :)

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

[jaeminzie]

what do you desire? | n.jm

↳ na jaemin x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: a single tutoring session to help a failing na jaemin earned you a ticket to receive whatever you want. so what will it be?

genre: fluff

word count: 2,082

part of ‘the dreamies in hogwarts’ series

“don’t you feel any sympathy for me?!” jaemin’s voice bounced on the walls, making your ears rings for the nth time for the past ten minutes of him following you around campus. “professor vector will kill me if i fail another arithmancy exam!” his voice seems louder than before indicating that he got closer to your moving body.

you groaned as your legs began to feel like jelly after brisk walking the entire school. halting your steps and turning your body sharply to face the distressed boy, making the ends of your blue hinted robe swing into the air. “well, if only you studied-“

“-and that’s exactly why i need you to help me.” the boy dressed in green took a few steps to get closer to you and reached for your hands (which you gladly pulled away from him) with pleading eyes. “i promise i won’t waste your time, i’ll for sure get a good grade if you help me.” that stupid, beautiful smile of his made a small appearance, making you roll your eyes at his act of flattery.

“and what do i get from it?” you crossed your arms and glared him down which made the boy frown. “as a tutor, i need some form of payment.”

jaemin’s head fell back as he let out a laugh, giving you a perfect view of his exposed neck accessorized with a dainty gold necklace that complimented his beauty so well. “isn’t it obvious?” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to know what the hell he was talking about. he continued to look at you until the silence became unbearably long, he scoffed, “you get to spend time with me, of course!”

your mouth gaped open at his words and the seriousness of his face, “goodbye, jaemin.” dropping your arms to your side, you turned away from his body and began walking at your previous speed only to be pulled back when jaemin grabbed your hand and turned you around by your waist.

he immediately removed his hands off of you when he noticed the flare in your eyes. “okay okay, i was kidding.” scratching his neck, jaemin was thankful it was nighttime since you weren’t able to see his crimson red cheeks nor see the way his eyes glistened as he admired your features underneath the moonlight. “i’ll do whatever you want, i don’t care what it is — literally anything your heart desires. promise.” he lifted his pinky finger up and looked at you seriously.

you pondered at his offer and smirked once you realized that jaemin has a meaty wallet while you had a long shopping list of supplies to check off at dervish and banges. “fine.” jaemin’s smile couldnt be contained at your word, you held up a finger to shush his incoherent noises of excitement. “i cannot be seen with you.”

his smile dropped and placed his hands on his waist, “well, that’s insulting.”

“you expect me to be with you in broad daylight when you have an entire cult of students who would kill one another to receive a one-second glance from you?” you roll your eyes when jaemin begins to smirk, feeling his ego inflating. “we meet after hours at the astronomy tower tomorrow night.”

“y/n, if you want to get with me, just tell me — you don’t need to use our tutor sesh as an exc-“

you scoffed and turned around to walk toward the ravenclaw common room, leaving the boy to talk to himself in the empty corridor.

you shake your head to yourself. why, just why are you doing this.

—

two days later, you sat in study hall fighting your heavy eyelids and limp neck. the first tutor session with jaemin consisted of one sided conversations and flirting since the boy cannot get a hint. though, there were times where he’d impress you with his ability to learn things quickly.

your friend nudged your shoulder and ‘pst’-ed at you. “did you hear about last night?” she spoke quietly, making sure not to disturb the people around you.

you looked at her briefly before closing your eyes to gain some sort of relief from your exhaustion. “don't know, and frankly, i don’t care.”

“well, na jaemin from slytherin house has a significant other.”

you giggled to yourself because there’s no way a boy with such a bad game could score a date when you weren’t even willing to have tutoring with him. “yeah yeah.”

your friend whisper-yelled, “and they’re from our house!” your eyes immediately widened. “right! they were seen walking around past bedtime by gryffindor’s head boy, mark lee, when he was told to make sure there were no students awake.”

you sat up straight, fully awake, shaking your head. “you think anyone is stupid enough to walk around hogwarts at night?”

“a ravenclaw at that.” your friend shrugged. “mark only saw jaemin’s face and the blue details of the other’s robe, he sucks at lying so.”

“bogus.” you huffed.

“what?” she gave you a teasing smile. “jealous? you like him or something?”

you fake laughed at your friend and discreetly began writing a note before gathering your supplies and dismissing yourself. you scanned the room, walking your way to the man of the hour and slipped the note on the table he sat alone at. you wasted no time dashing out the hall, making sure you didn’t look suspicious since jaemin had eyes on him every second and you seriously did not feel like being mauled right now.

jaemin watched your body disappear through the doors and frowned at how you didn’t bother to speak a single word to him before leaving. he fiddled with the small piece of paper before opening it up, smiling as he read the words.

astronomy tower, same time. don’t be late.

—

jaemin’s body turned around in an instant when he heard the wooden floor of the tower creaking, already showcasing his smirk. “what do we have here?” he questioned your late arrival when you were so persistent on being on time yourself.

you couldn’t respond as you were trying to catch your breath after enduring the dreadful flight of stairs.

jaemin smiled endearingly at your state, walking up to you slowly, “i’ll let it slide because you’re too cute.” he ended his sentence with a small boop on your nose, still keeping his smile on his face. “what's the occasion, we didn’t plan to study? you couldn’t get enough of me, huh.”

finally maintaining a stable breathing pattern, “you wish.”

jaemin chuckled and wiped his nose with his thumb, “you’re right, i do wish that.” the octave of his voice dropped even lower, making your knees weak and your act harder to play. “i’m guessing you heard the rumors.”

you snapped your head up to look at him. “you knew?” he responded silently with a nod. “aren't you friends with that mark guy?” another nod. “if people find out it’s me, i’ll be dead.”

“when people find out it’s you.” he corrected you.

you let out a breathy laugh and he stood so closely to you that the air hit his face, making the front strands of his hair swing back. “you’re funny.”

his smirk dropped and was replaced with a small smile. “i got an ‘a’ on my exam, by the way.”

your mood shifted at his words, the smile on your face was so bright that jaemin believed the moonlight couldn’t even compete against you. when you realize you’ve been smiling for an abnormal amount of time, you cleared your throat and brushed his shoulder with yours as you walked past him toward the metal railings. “good job.” you rested your elbows on the metal and took in the fresh air and the beautiful view from the tower.

jaemin’s footsteps were slow as he made his way behind you, he stood directly behind you with his hands in his pockets. “thanks to you.” he breathed against your hair, making your heart race. “so, what does your heart desire, y/n?”

you. you thought to yourself.

his hands reached over to lean them against the railing, making his chest press against your back. “i can turn down the rumors if that’s what you really want.”

you tried to stabilize your breathing, you wanted nothing more than to crumble into the floor as you felt your face and neck become warmer. “no.” you spat out, wincing silently at yourself for the impulsive decision. clearing your throat, “it’s fine.”

you couldn’t see but jaemin was smiling as he felt your ragged breathing against his chest, and saw how your fingers nervously fiddled with the railing in front of your bodies. wanting to have more fun and test your buttons, he questioned, “why is that?” he lowered his head so his chin was resting on your shoulder, he could feel the heat of your cheeks radiate and you felt the heat from the tip of his ears touch your bare neck.

“just cause. to save you from trouble.” you mumbled.

“and what about my cult?”

“i don’t care anymore.”

“so you don’t care if i-“ he placed a delicate kiss on the side of your neck. “-in front of them?”

your breath audibly hitched at his actions, and you swore he could feel your heart pounding through your back. you could only hummed at him.

he removed his hands off of the railing and wrapped his arms around your waist, securing his hold on you. “i knew it.” he spoke softly right into your ear.

caressing your body, he moved his hands on your sides and maneuvered your body to face him and placed your back against the rusty metal. “i like you too.”

you laughed at the dreamy eyes he’s giving you and the overflowing confidence in his tone of voice. “you sound so sure of yourself.”

he quirked an eyebrow. “are you saying that i’m wrong?”

you purse your lips at him and chose not to answer his question to tease him.

jaemin’s face moved closer to yours, nose brushing against each other and lips gazing one another. “that’s what i thought.” his lips brushed yours as he spoke, and you could feel the butterflies unleash out of their cocoons and soar through your entire body.

you were prepared to let out a snarky remark but you lost your train of thought once you felt his plump lips engulf your soft ones. jaemin’s grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer to him while your hands moved up his torso, chest, and landed underneath his jaw. the movements of your lips never ceased as both of you finally grew tired of hiding your feelings toward each other — well mainly your feelings, jaemin wasn’t the most discreet with his.

the sounds of your lips and heavy breathing filled the tower. jaemin pulled away just to kiss the skin around your lips and down your neck, his hands slithered around and found a place on your lower back. you sighed contently at the sensation of his wet lips against the cold skin of your neck.

his kissing gradually came to a stop, he looked up at you with a tired smile and shining eyes. you both admired the view in front of each other before the tinted red boy pulled you into a hug, hand in your hair while yours caressed his broad back.

“i thought of my wish.” you pulled back from the hug to look him in the eye but kept your arms secure around his waist, jaemin copied your moves.

jaemin looked around, pretending to think. “hmm, what could it be?”

you pinched his side slightly, making his addictive giggle erupt out of him. “my heart desires a date.”

jaemin’s smile grew. “no way, me too. how convenient is that!”

you rolled your eyes at his antics, biting a smile.

“and also for you to protect me from your little cult.” jaemin laughed at your words but both of you knew you were being serious.

he nodded and hummed. “whatever your heart desires, i shall grant it.”

you cringed at his language. “gross, don’t do that.” slapping a hand against his chest while laughing. jaemin brought up his left hand to hold yours placed on his chest, grabbing it, caressing it with his thumb, and bringing it up to his lips to gently place a lingering kiss right on the back of your hand.

“whatever your heart desires.”

[anika-ann]

In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) - Pt.1

Type: two-shot, pretty much canon

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 3700

Summary: You’re hiding from your boss in a supply closet, minding your own business, when a stranger joins you unexpectedly. 

This is not a beginning of a steamy story; given the reason you’re hanging out in the dark, even a make-out session is honestly the last thing you want to fantasize about right now.

But that doesn’t mean that the nice stranger cannot make your day much better. 

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment, a bit of angst, attempt at humour, language

You were on the verge of screaming – or crying, you honestly weren't sure anymore. But you knew you were done. You had worked your fingers to a bone just to get here; to become a little bee in the most famous hive in Manhattan. Stark Industries. The Stark/Avengers Tower. The beacon of the New York skyline. The dream coming true.

Yeah, not so much.

You hadn't expected super-important assignments – after all, you were just an assistant to the head of one of too many departments – but God, you had not expected to be handling coffee so often. To be running ridiculous errands. Your degree from MIT should actually mean something here! If nothing else than that you were not just some pretty face and that you fucking didn’t deserve the treatment you were receiving.

And that was the root of trouble, really. You could handle making your way up, it would be tiring but not surprising, it was pretty much what you had assigned for.

But you had not assigned for the sexist comments, disgusting innuendo and for the grabby hands of your sleazy boss. Thomas Gregory was a fucking nightmare of a man and you swore that you were quitting if he called you a ‘Dollface’ or slapped your ass one more time.

And that was how you had got here, into this very moment; hiding in a dark supply closet like a creep with two cups of overpriced coffee in a cup holder and a piece of organic carob-nut muffin.

You weren't about to come out any time soon, because you simply knew your boss still would be a pig and give you yet another reason to hand in your notice and you had fucking wanted this job for so long, worked for it so hard and sacrificed too much that you just couldn't make yourself to quit no matter how much your skin cringed and your stomach rolled over every time Thomas Gregory touched you. It was so frustrating you wanted to scream.

Or cry, you still couldn't solve the dilemma. Maybe both.

You barely registered the hurried footsteps – and then the door was yanked open, you glimpsed a tall blond male figure and suddenly there was dark again. Except there was one more body in the very limited room of the closet, making you press your back onto the shelf.

Something rattled with your movement and the newcomer hissed a barely audible ‘Be quiet’ as two columns of muscles that were probably his arms framed your head leaning onto the very same shelf, so you could both fit in here.

The little order leaving his lips broke the last seal inside you. You were tired, frustrated and were receiving enough humiliation as it was, you did not need some random guy invading your hideout, barking orders.

“Look, mister, if you have any problem with me trying to make a little space for you in this tiny-ass closet, I recommend you to-”  

“Shh!” he hushed you and you thought you had never heard someone whisper so urgently; at least it sounded less bossy than before. It did not mollify you though, because this guy actually had enough impudence to-

“Don't you dare to shush me-!”

A hand went to cover your mouth and you let out an exasperated mumble of curses, while his voice continued.

“Please, just— I'm sorry, please, don't make a sound, my friend is trying to set me up and-”

Your eyes went wide and he suddenly fell silent. Before you could question his methods of shutting you up, his exclaim or the pause, and ask him to be so kind to find another closet, another male voice sounded somewhere behind the door.

“Come on, Steeeve. Man, don't be such a prude. Lillian is a great chic, okay?”

The man – the friend, you assumed – seemed annoyed and you couldn't believe that Steve had not been kidding you. He was actually hiding for the very reason he had offered you. You nodded as you heard the stranger behind the door move and the hand covering your mouth hesitantly disappeared.

“It's just a lip piercing, don't be such a tight-ass. It can actually be quite fun, you wouldn't believe what a girl can do with such thing…”

“Gross,” you commented soundlessly and you could feel your companion’s eyes burning a hole into your head in silent agreement.

“Goddammit, Steve!”

The voice and the footsteps slowly disappeared in the distance and you… you were face to face with a stranger named Steve in a limited space of a dark supply closet, his breath tickling your scalp, his cologne very much assaulting your nose; at least it was a pleasant assault.

“I'm sorry for being so rude. And thank you,” his voice caressed your hairline gently and hearing his suddenly polite tone and evaluating this whole situation, you could barely hold back a giggle all of sudden.

“You're welcome, Steve. How long has this been going on?”

“Two days-” That didn't sound too bad, he could probably take a lot more- “-at this level. With Lillian. It was Emily before that and Angelina before that. In smaller scale, it's been happening for about four months,” he recited dutifully as if he was reporting a status to his boss and this time you couldn’t help it – you giggled.

When you could feel the wounded gaze he gave you, you obediently made a sympathetic noise.

“Aww, poor you, your friend supplying you with no doubt great relationship material…”

“That’s what he said! But I don't want a relationship material. I don't want any material, not even his… one-night stand material. What does that mean anyway? These are women he's talking about, not a material-”

You let out a tiny pleased sound at his exasperation, which shut him up. You wondered if it was your turn to speak – it was hard to tell, supply-closet conversations weren't exactly your area of expertise.

“Kudos for that thinking,” you noted after short silence and the darker shadow of his figure tilted his head. “Did you try to tell him that you weren't interested…? Of course you did, why am I asking, that was a stupid question…”

“It's okay. I'm sorry, I got a little… carried away. It just… it's like talking to a brick wall.”

You hummed in sympathy again and the room fell into silence once more.

It was ridiculous how much your mind started working over hundred percent, trying to come up with something appropriate to say. The best you could do was:

“Hey, you want a cup of overpriced organic coffee? I happen to have two.”

The needy noise that let his lips was downright pornographic. Or maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, the strange environment finally getting to you.

“I knew I smelled coffee here! I thought I went completely insane.”

You couldn't help but smile at that. Yeah, you knew the feeling all too well.

“Nope, your senses were not playing tricks on you. Help yourself. It should be around your left hand.” A rustling of a paper bag. “Oh. That's a carob-nut muffin – with carob instead of cocoa. You can have that too, I won't need that.”

“Alright, I gotta ask. Why are you hiding in a supply closet, with a muffin and two cups of expensive coffee nonetheless? And may I hand you one?”

“Such a gentleman. Thanks,” you murmured and accepted the cup. You weren't lying about not needing it – you wouldn't. Because you were about to quit; it was inevitable.

You sipped the warm liquid, its taste as bitter as the reason behind your actions.

“So?”

“I'm hiding from my boss.”

Your voice must have sounded terrible, because his own softened at the confession.

“And why is that?”

“Because if I bring him his coffee and muffin, he'll probably call me his good girl and— and slap my butt and-”

“I beg your pardon?” he growled, like honest to God growled, the strange sound warming your scalp.

And it was the righteous outrage in the sound he let out, the reaction that you needed, someone agreeing with you – a stranger, who wouldn’t feel obliged to do so just it was a duty of being a good friend to you – that made the levee break. Suddenly tears were streaming down your face, anger and humiliation, and your breath was hitching in embarrassing hiccups and the dark space felt so anonymous and safe at the same time that you didn't even care anymore.

“And if he does that I’ll have to– to quit, because I-I'm so fucking fed up with his dis-disgusting hands and si-sickening voice voicing his lizard thoughts a-and I ca-can't quit goddammit, I worked so fucking hard to-to get a job h-here and-”

You didn't realise your hands started trembling until the cup disappeared from them, placed back on the shelf, and a pair of much bigger and warmer hands gently enveloped yours, his body shifting just a little closer as he lost the support that had been keeping some distance between you.

“Hey, hey, shh, it's gonna be okay…” his voice washed over you soothingly, sounding almost at your ear.

Still, there was space between your bodies, a respectable distance – as respectable as possible in the limited space. It was as if he acknowledged it could make you uncomfortable – which probably wasn't exactly hard to figure out, given what you just told him.

“I'm sorry,” you sobbed and cleared your throat afterwards in attempt to compose yourself. “I didn't mean to load that on you, my problems are none of your concern-”

“Like hell they aren't. Sexual harassment on a workplace is everyone's concern, or it should be,” he grunted. His hands tightened their grip, not uncomfortably – reassuring. “This okay?”

You smiled through your tears. This Steve guy was really sweet to you. You almost forgot what it was like to be treated with respect.

“Y-yeah. Thank you for-- for asking. That was really nice.”

He huffed. “It should be a normal human decency. And I did grab you before that, sorry.”

“Something tells me you would let go if I said no more vehemently.”

“Of course I would.”

You gave him a watery smile he couldn't see and tried to calm your breathing completely. His thumb caressing your wrist helped. You wondered which department he was from; if his skills in comforting came with a job description or if he was a natural.

“Have you… have you tried to fill in a report?” he asked hesitantly, making your heart stop.

Oh yeah, you had. It had ended up in a shredder machine, because Thomas had spotted it. He had made you do it yourself, standing over you and watching, claiming the complaint had been baseless and it would pointless to hand it anyway, because he would explain the HR how it truly was. That you had made a move and he, the good father and husband he had been, politely turned you down, which turned you vengeful.

You whispered the story to Steve, your voice trembling, more tears escaping and you could immediately tell he believed you – because his grip grew steely strong, his teeth grinding.

“This is wrong. You should have never been forced to work for a man like him– objectifying you, touching you, threatening you, that's just--- you should talk to Tony,” he blurted out in the end and you frowned.

“Who's Tony?”

You had checked the whole HR department via their website when doing your research. You couldn't recall any Tony.

There was a short pause, broken by Steve's confused voice. “Stark.”

You blinked, wondering if Steve was joking. He didn't sound like he was joking, which was strange, because so far, he had seemed to be a smart and reasonable man.

“There's no way I'm scoring a meeting with Mr. Stark. And it's not like he’s dealing with things like that.”

“...Talk to Pepper then. I doubt she has bigger than zero tolerance for harassment,” he exclaimed confidently as if talking to Pepper Potts (this time you assumed whom he was talking about – did he call all of the big bosses their first name…?) was an option for a regular human being like you. Realizing that all over again though, that was tough.

“While I believe that’s her policy, it's not like I can just walk into her office.”

Steve seemed to consider that, while his thumb was still drawing patterns on your skin, almost subconsciously.

“I think you could. But if you're worried it might take a while and you’re scared to go back to your office now, let me walk you. I can explain him that every employee deserves to be treated with respect,” he offered finally, deadly serious, yet still sounding kind.

Your heart swelled. A guy you just met (in a supply closet, a good story to be narrated at parties, you supposed), suggested to help you out, no hesitation. God, wasn't he just too pure for this world?

“I… thank you, Steve. But… while you do have an impressive frame, I think it would only get worse. I think I'll just enjoy this extremely hipster coffee, which I'll later have to pay for no doubt and… and go face my boss to hand him my resignation. There are plenty jobs, right? I can as well serve coffee in a café,” you said with a sad smile, letting your hands slip from his comfortable hold.

“That's not right. Especially if you worked hard to– not to mention it's a matter of principle. You run away once and… running is a very hard habit to break,” he whispered, as if a secret, trying to reason with you.

You bit your lip when the truth of his words washed over you, along with the way he spoke; with such a strong believe in principles that should stand a standard. It… he made you forgot your own trouble for a second as you let yourself get lost in him. In the way he treated you, the protector's persona, yet not forced. He had suggested you to ‘let him come with you’, not even a note of command in his approach. This was not a man seeing an opportunity to be a hero when spotting the damsel in distress; this was a man who believed in what was right and wanted to fix things that were apparently broken. You wished there were more men like him, selfishly wanting one of them to be your boss.

“And men like these – they need to be put in line,” he added darkly, snapping you from your daydreaming of a better world. “Let me come with you. I'll—I’ll help you fill in the forms, walk you to HR. You don't have to deal with this alone.”

For all the comfort the dark had offered you so far, you wished for a little bit more light now, enough to see his face, his eyes. You knew they would be burning with honesty, you were sure of it, maybe a little rage aimed at a man who dared to treat another human being the way he did.

The offer was so tempting. But just imagining the security escorting Steve from the building for wanting to help you was enough to put out the fiery need to accept. It was ridiculous to care so much about his well-being after what could be minutes of knowing him, but no one could call you out on it. And if they did, you could always play it cool with ‘matter of principles’; good people only deserved good things.

You carefully reached out, hoping to find his hand again. Your heart skipped a beat when you brushed his thigh instead, but at least his hand was right next to it. He released a surprised breath when you took it into yours, way smaller one. You bit your lip when leaning in a little, blindly trying to meet his gaze.

“You’re a good man, Steve. I’m sorry your friend is giving you a hard time, you don't deserve that – even though I'm sure he means well. If you ever want to get him off your back...” you wavered at the ridiculous idea, but hey, why the hell not, he had offered to help you out first, “you can say you're seeing someone. Give him my card. I'll confirm we're together – he seems like a kind of a guy who would check.”

Shocked breathless laugh erupted from his chest and you assumed you hit the nail on the head. You fished out one of your business cards, handing it to him and releasing his hand then.

It was time to leave and face your fate, but Steve didn't make any attempt at moving out of the closet.

In fact, he seemed to examine the card for a while and then he quietly read out your name. You gasped in surprise. How the hell could he see anything? You could barely make out his silhouette!

“How-”

“I'm used to working in dark spaces,” he muttered absently. “Would you really do that?”

Slightly taken aback he was considering your offer, you nodded, only to realize he couldn't see it--- actually, he probably could.

“I would. Hell, I think I could handle one uncomfortable dinner with your friend vetting me,” you added, slightly amused at the idea. When you could hear his shocked exhale and wanted to take it back. “I didn't mean to-”

“Let me come with you to your office,” he repeated like a broken record and you frowned at the sudden change of topic.

“What-”

“It could throw your boss off your back for long enough for you to deal with the complaint. If you would be comfortable enough to play my girlfriend for a dinner time, why not now?”

Your eyes went wide and you almost choked on air.

“I-what? I told you it would probably only make it worse-”

“It will work.”

“How can you be so-”

The door yanked open and your eyes were hit by an unpleasantly sharp light, making you squint.

“Holy-” a ridiculously familiar voice you couldn’t place breathed out. “Wilson! I found him! You’ve gotta see this!”

You wanted to see the owner of the voice, but your view was completely blocked by the broad chest of your companion.

So you at least raised your head to meet Steve face to face so to speak. You couldn’t see much, your eyes still adjusting; with the light shining from behind him, playing a mysterious game with his blond locks, framing his impressive figure, he looked like a freaking angel, beautiful and righteous, bringing justice, yet wrapped in an aura of peace and serenity. You barely kept your jaw from falling on the floor.

You kept staring, focusing on his face, and slowly started realizing that his features too, were familiar. Mortification was creeping up your back as the puzzle pieces started falling into place, creating a horrifying picture, making you wish for the Earth to swallow you.

The voice from behind Steve’s back resolved the last doubts you had about your temporary mysterious roommate.

“Wouldn’t peg you as a get-freaky-in-a-closet kind of guy, Capsicle.”

You wanted to immediately protest that you had definitely not been getting freaky in the closet, but your brain was still frozen because of the big revelation – that you had just been comforted, hell, that you had just offered to be a fake date to Captain America.

You simply stared at him, unbeing able to hold your jaw from falling anymore. Because– because-- oh god.

Now it made perfect sense that he thought Thomas Gregory would be intimidated… by the idea of harassing Captain America’s girlfriend. You couldn’t really blame Steve for being sure it would work. Also, it kinda explained why he called Mr. Stark or Ms. Potts their first names – they were on the first name basis.

Which really was the least relevant thing right now.

A bashful smile appeared on Steve’s lips, a little guilty perhaps, and you just… giggled at the absurdity. You couldn’t help it. You had just spent minutes in a supply closet with Steve Rogers without having a single clue about it and while you didn’t do anything heated as someone would assume, it was one of the most amazing minutes of your life.

You must have looked like an idiot or something, because he chuckled too, completely ignoring another male voice growing in volume as the newcomer approached.

“Holy hell, man! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”

At those words, Steve tentatively took your hand with an encouraging smile and led you out to the hall. You were met with two pairs of curious eyes examining you from head to toe. You lowered your gaze, now fully aware of the fact they belonged to Tony Stark – the Iron Man – and Samuel Wilson – the Falcon.

Well. Now the ‘party story’ finally got the right juice.

“Then don’t, Sam, because it’s not what it looks like,” Steve replied to his match-maker friend and took a deep breath, squeezing your hand tighter. “Tony, this woman would like to report harassment on her workplace.”

Your head snapped to Steve’s face with panicked gaze. What the hell was he doing?!

Tony Stark made a noise of disapproval.

“Couldn’t you try harder so she wouldn’t complain about you?”

“Tony,” Steve addressed him, his voice solemn just like his expression, which clearly surprised the billionaire. “I’m serious. It’s not about me. Her boss is the reason why she was hiding here.”

Without commenting any further, Steve handed him your business card and Mr. Stark hummed. You weren’t brave enough to look up. Was he going to wave it off? Was he going to fire you?

He said your name, making you gulp in fright. You had to look up now and you really didn’t wanna, too afraid of what you’d see. You were shocked to meet with a searching gaze, but not a mean one.

“It is true? Is your boss giving you trouble? Making sexist comments? Worse?”

You felt tears in your eyes, utterly taken aback by his sensitive tone, the inviting light in his eyes. It was too much to bear and you wanted to escape the kind gaze; and he wouldn’t let you. You only managed to nod when you felt Steve’s thumb caressing the back of your hand.

Mr. Stark sighed, adding a dark ‘goddammit’, and returned Steve the business card.

“Alright, kids. Let’s have a trip.”

And you just stared.

…what?

Part 2

I know, I know, Steve is a little bit of Knight-In-Shining-Armour here, but it made sense to me O:-)

Happy weekend!

Thank you for reading!

[lawslessons]

Hi! Dis I, Bas from some-piece but from main :3 I was really intrigued with the way you write the alphabets so, may I suggest a little scenario based on K (or B, if K is taken... or a mix of it :3) from NSFW list for Law and touch sensitive (ticklish etc.) fem s/o? I hope I didn't repeat something. Have a nice day and thank you! :)

Law x  Female Reader - Tease Me

Hello, dears! First off, I want to thank you Bas for the request, I had so much fun writing it and it really helped me get back into writing again. Secondly, I would like to apologize to everyone for how inactive I have been. My health has taken a turn and honestly I am struggling a bit. I am hoping to be more active soon but for the sake of my health I cannot make any promises. I know this isn’t my best work but I am a little rusty because of my hiatus, I hope I can bring you better work soon! I love you all so, so much!

“You make one sound, and I mean any sound at all, and I stop, got it?”

Warnings: NSFW

Synopsis: An affectionate Law comes with its perks and challenges. She finds it especially challenging considering how ticklish she is and how Law loves to tease her for it. A few touches are all it takes for her to laugh, and fall apart, and Law loves it quite a bit.  

Law absentmindedly wrapped his hand around her waist, a wolfish grin popped up as he attempted to relax with her on his cabin bed. When she mentioned that she wanted to spend some time with Law relaxing, this was the first thought that came into his mind. She nervously smiled, the moment his hand rested on her middle, her body tensed and she had to bite back a laugh. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” She teased, she attempted to sound confident and in charge, but in reality she was nervous and somewhat unsure about the contant. “You know that this is not what I meant when I said we should relax, right?” she laughed as she tried to swat his hand away from going further up her body. 

“Our ideas of relaxation are different, besides, you’re warm,” Law grumbled, he hid his face against her neck and wrapped his arms around her. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, and her body tensed even more under his warm hands. 

“You think I’m the one that’s warm?” she asked in disbelief, his grip tightened and her breathing came out a bit shallow. Law saw the signs and couldn’t help but smile, he mistook them for her being interested in him, not being flustered and ticklish. 

“Hmm… I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s getting warmer,” Law smirked as he let one his hands drift farther south, soon hovering over her sensitive area. Her tension increased, soon her body was shaking and her face began to burn at the contact with the captain. Just as Law was about to make another smart remark, her restraint ran out and she began to laugh. Law was stunned, he pulled his hands away and watched as she doubled over on the bed, tears in her eyes as she laughed and hugged herself. 

“Don’t - Don’t tease me like that!” she laughed, she attempted to wipe some of the tears from her eyes but it was a futile effort. Law sat back, his jaw slack as he watched her laugh and hug herself even tighter. Soon he overcame his surprise and began to frown. 

“What do you mean?” Law asked, his instant reaction was to be concerned, besides, he had never seen her react in this way towards him. To be fair, this was one of the first times that he allowed himself to be affectionate, and she was wearing less than she normally did, quite a bit of skin was exposed to him. 

“It’s just - I mean,” her smile faltered and that only caused Law to be even more confused. He had to think, he sat back down on the bed and stared at the sheets. It was her turn to be concerned now, when Law allowed himself to think for a long period of time, nothing good ever came from it. “Law?” she softly called out, she moved close to him before she reached one of her hands out to cup his cheek. But as she did, a quicker hand moved to grasp her wrist and pin it above her head. 

“Are you ticklish?” Law asked, and almost within an instant, shock and fear flooded into her eyes, and Law knew he found his answer. Instead of letting her go like he initially intended, he grew more fascinated, he wanted to test his theory out. “Oh, so you are,” His smirk was not innocent, nothing sweet was hidden behind his canines as he quickly grabbed her other arm and pinned it up with one hand. 

“What are you -- “ 

“Quiet,” Law ordered, and almost instantly she silenced herself up, her lip quivered in anticipation. Law’s eyes glanced down to her lips but didn’t pay them much mind, he was focused on something else. He loved putting her in positions like this, honestly he preferred being a more selfless lover, watching her fall apart under him and begging for more, it brought out a deep, carnal desire inside of him. “You make one sound, and I mean any sound at all, and I stop, got it?” He asked. Though he was being dominant, the last thing he wanted to do was be forceful. He softened his eyes and sighed, “And if you actually want me to stop, you know our system, i’ll listen to you,” he said before he was back in character. He didn’t wait for her to respond, he trusted that if she wanted him to stop, she would speak up. And she had equal trust in him, she knew that if she was ever uncomfortable, he would stop as well. Her mind didn’t dwell on the mechanics of consent for much longer, she was snapped out of her thoughts by a vicious bite to her neck. Her mouth opened in shock, but no sound came out, she forcefully constricted her throat and let out a slow breath to calm herself as Law kissed the ugly bruise that was placed near her collarbone. 

“This one will be difficult to hide,” Law smirked, it was big enough to poke out of any shirt she wore, it was just how he liked it. His attention drifted downwards and his kissing moved past her collarbone and her breasts to be at her middle. He watched as she shuddered and shivered when his hands glided along her sides, he knew it was taking a lot out of her to stay quiet and not laugh, after all, the middle was known to be one of the more ticklish spots on a person, and Law fully intended on making his use out of it. He used his nails to gently scratch at her sides and he smirked as he watched her squirm and breathe harder at the contact. 

“I think you’re enjoying this,” His voice came out in a husky huff. Now knowing about how sensitive she was, he had to admit that this was his favorite spot on her body. “But I think I know something you’ll enjoy even more,” he was beginning to become bored of his teasing and wanted to get onto something that would make her squirm from more than being ticklish. He slowly inched his hand down her middle and to her underwear, his eyes bored into hers and he focused on the way her eyes would flutter shut or squint when he got close to what she wanted touched. She was distracted, she looked into his storm colored eyes and focused on how cold and powerful they were, she almost didn’t notice him yanking her underwear off and tossing them aside. She gasped, and that was when she knew she made her fatal mistake. 

“Did you just make a sound?” Law asked, he lazily tossed the underwear to the side and parted her legs, exposing her to him in all of her glory. “What to do now…” he hummed, his hand reached to slowly trace her slit with his fingers, his fingertips pressed against her clit and made her gasp again. “Oh? Didn’t I say you needed to be quiet?” Law teased, but he didn’t stop, his fingers focused on massaging her sensitive nub while she fell apart underneath him. 

“I can’t,” she breathed out, being quiet was nearly impossible with the rush her body was feeling. 

“Well, I can’t have that,” Law said as he pulled his fingers away from her. Once again, her body tensed and a throbbing feeling was left behind, a pathetic whine escaped her lips as her back arched. His finger’s weren’t much, but with all of his teasing, she was desperate for more. “You’re sensitive in more places than I thought,” Law remarked as he let his finger’s glide up her body again. Instead of her laughing, she moaned, her body was warm and desperate, needy for Law. 

“Please don’t tease me,” She breathed out, she sounded ruined and broken and Law loved how he was able to bring her to that brink in a matter of minutes. He was so impressed with her change in attitude that he decided to indulge her by returning his fingers to her clit and rubbing again. Faster, harder, all until he found a rhythm she seemed to like. “Don’t stop!” She gasped, and Law didn’t, he hovered over her and kept the pace consistent until she was close. Law could feel it, she started to grind against his large fingers and she became slick and wet for him. She cursed, finishing hard under Law’s fingers before she finally felt spent. Law helped her ride it out with his hand before he pulled away and watched how she caught her breath. 

“I suppose I like it better when you’re loud,” Law said as he tossed her underwear at her face and smirked when it hit her smack on the nose. She scowled and scrambled to slip her underwear back on before she playfully smacked Law’s arm. 

“And I suppose I don’t mind all you’re teasing.”

“Oh really?”

“Don’t let it get to your head!”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Law smirked. “Now I think we can try out your idea of relaxation,” he said before he laid down and hugged her close.

[tenthgrove]

Hewwo hewoo, if you have time could i please request la squadra with the reader who has a type of stand similar to Harvest? Basically cute lil beans following them around, giving them affection, and begging for the boy's attention! (Dont be fooled, they could be used to kill someone if necessary)

Metallica but Without the Screaming

La Squadra x Reader (GN), Platonic/Romantic (interpretable), SFW

Formaggio- This guy’s a cat person, so of course he’s going to love a hoard of small cute things begging for attention. Just like a cute animal, he’ll be ready with all the sweet pet names for your little stand beans, which inevitably extend to you as well. As much as he adores the little things he occasionally does something stupid with them like trying to toss them in the air and catch them. When he inevitably misses, he’ll be quick to patch up the wounds you get from your stand hitting the ground.

Illuso- On the practical side of things, Illuso is pleased with your stand as it reduces one of Man in the Mirror’s few weaknesses- the small possibility a target could escape some distance while in the mirror world and have time to plan their defence. When you’re assigned to missions together, he has you disperse your entities around the mirror world to catch any attempted runners in the act. As soon as one catches sight of the target, it brings the entire hoard to its location. Back at home, whenever your stand shows an interest in him he brushes it off arrogantly. “Of course it would rather be around me than the rest of those plebians!” However, deep down he feels genuinely touched that it would choose to be with him.

Prosciutto- Filled immediately with curiosity. On one hand, your stand looks completely innocuous but on the other, Pros knows Risotto would have never let you into their team if you weren’t deadly. Determined to know what you’re really capable of, Prosciutto keeps a close eye on you in matters related to work. Of course, Prosciutto being Prosciutto this inevitable develops into a fondness, and a rich desire to see you succeed. At this point, he doesn’t even care what your stand was capable of. He wants to know how much it can be taught.

Pesci- Naturally, Pesci is absolutely besotted with your adorable little stand. You’re welcome to let it near him any time, and he’s happy to let it give him affection. Sometimes, he wonders why your stand would care, however. What could he possibly offer that would make it interested in him? It just so happens that your stand picks up on this and swarms to him more. At the end of the day, there’s nothing he loves more than your little entities knocking on his door to beg for attention.

Melone- Your stand is a joy to him because it breaks up the long hours of tediously typing away on his own stand. Baby Face takes hours of research to properly operate and he sometimes finds himself up all night tracking targets. The fact your stand comes to him so freely and is so content to just snuggle up in his hair is wonderful to him. He sometimes asks you to do him a favour and fall asleep next to him (or in his lap, if you’re comfortable) so your stand can keep him company all night. He’s a light sleeper even if he doesn’t have work, so it would mean a lot if you could do that for him.

Ghiaccio- Initially reacts with annoyance. The feeling of the little stand beans crawling all over him makes him anxious, and he accidentally froze a couple once or twice. You make a point of training your stand not to touch Ghiaccio, and he seems to appreciate that. However, no matter how hard you try you cannot make them avoid him entirely. Whenever sits down, your stand’s entities always pool around his feet. One day, after complaining that someone is going to trip over them, he picks a few up and rests them against his lap. He is a lot warmer to them after that.

Risotto- He feels an immediate fascination for you and your stand. Stands reflect their users, right? So would it be reasonable to suggest that the similarities between your stand and Metallica reflect similarities between you and Risotto? This intrigues the assassin because there are few people who can relate to him and you might very well be a possibility. Furthermore, your stands are alike in other ways. It’s a deep secret, but Risotto occasionally uses Metallica to ask for attention by having it manifest harmlessly near people he cares about. You are similar to him in that regard, yet for whatever reason, you do not feel shame in showing your affection through your stand. Risotto wishes he could be the same way.

Sorbet and Gelato- They have an idea and they want you to help them out. It will be fun, they promise. On your next mission together, they want you to go up to the target and use your harmless looking stand to lull them into a false sense of security, and then just have it fucking swarm them. Make it like a hoard of wasps. Trust them, it will be hilarious. When Sorbet and Gelato aren’t using your stand for morbid entertainment, they occasionally regard it more softly. More than once now you’ve caught Sorbet tucking a few of the entities down his collar as he cooks, or Gelato sitting them in his lap and showing them his myriad of weapons.

[quillsanddaydreams]

dating sirius

sirius black x reader

—author's note: You have no idea how happy I was to write this fluffy little piece. I’m gonna be honest, it’s more for myself than anyone else and you can see my love for Sirius here. So what does dating Sirius include?

—warning(s): mentions of food, there are some sexual headcanons but those combined at the end and are given a head’s up at the beginning. gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren't used).

—word count: 864

→ Okay, so I think we can all agree on the fact that Sirius Black doesn’t do “relationships”. He prefers casual flings to commitment. But you— you are different to him. Maybe because of the fact that people don’t stay long enough to get to know him, actually form a connection rather than simple attraction. You however, you knew him. Sirius was close to you before you even started to date, and you meant a lot to him. He didn’t want to lose you.

→ It happens slowly, how he realizes that he actually likes you. What he has with you cannot be just friendship. Not when he wants to kiss you so bad. So he does what any mature person in his place would do— he hides his new found feelings. While you cannot understand why he is acting so weird, Sirius has a hard time trying to curb his emotions. The marauders eventually get frustrated by his state and make him confess everything to you. Playboy of the century gets flustered when you just cradle his face and kiss him in return. He did not expect that, he was ready to hear that his feelings were not reciprocated.

→ The two of you start dating after, keeping your relationship quiet until Sirius is ready for it. The other marauders tease him endlessly seeing the lovesick fool you made him. You could ask for anything and he would try to get it for you. “Cheesy” wasn’t something you would call your relationship, but anyone could see just how much you two adored each other. It wasn’t long before everyone knew about the two of you. Apparently, people knew Sirius was whipped for you even before you started dating. He would take you on casual dates maybe long bike rides, trip to the nearest pizzeria or just having fun at a local arcade.

→ Sirius loves to touch you. Not necessarily in a sexual way— maybe just holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, kissing you out of the blue. It still surprises him, the fact that he is really dating someone, that he is dating you. He values all the affection the two of you exchange. Especially when you hold him in a way that says, ‘I care for you’. It makes him soft. You knew he wasn’t much of a cuddler but he loves to simply lay his head on your lap as you run your hands through his hair or maybe you just placing your head on his shoulder after a long day.

→ I think Sirius as a boyfriend believes in actions rather than words, maybe because expressing his feelings has never been his strong forte. So he’ll take care of you in small ways that people would usually look over. He’ll save some food when you’re late so you can quietly eat it at the back of the class. He would help you relax or distract you after you work for long hours, try and cook for you even though he doesn’t know how— just to see the smile on your face. He isn’t afraid to get up and help you whenever possible. Gifts from him would have more meaning than worth and would never fail to tear you up because he remembered a tiny detail about you! Sirius would then probably shrug it off as nothing but fail to not smile when you pepper him with kisses and hugs.

→ Protectiveness is something that comes to Sirius naturally. He hates to see you hurt and somewhere deep down he just feels that he loves you and needs to protect you. It’s one of things love mean for him. He would transform into padfoot whenever he sees you hurt. You would spend hours playing with him in his dog form. Sirius would demand scratches from you, whining when he wouldn’t get much attention. He was every embodiment of a man-child.

Coming onto nsfw-ish headcanons:

→ Sirius would definitely be the first one to initiate sexual intimacy. Sliding his hand on your thigh a little higher, kissing more heatedly, leaving lingering touches that make you warmer. It’s up to you to take it further, he’s ready to wait for as long as you need. Your first time is a makeout session turning into something more. He starts slow, taking his sweet time leaving open mouthed kisses everywhere he could, biting and teasing you. You’re desperate for a release by the time he’s done with his ministrations. Knowing Sirius— it’s needless to say, you both are well satisfied and spent by the end.

→ After that, you two are pretty much insatiable— making for all the time you wasted. It’s not rare that Sirius would be seeing sneaking with you into his room. Kissing often lead to heavy makeout sessions which evolved you having sex. Sirius got immensely turned on if you pulled or tugged at his hair or kissed and sucked his neck. He loved everything about you and his eyes would get impossibly darker every time he saw you naked. His eyes would rake through your body and you couldn’t help but feel the most beautiful person in the world.

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill ​ ​ which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

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[weebswrites]

The Demon Brothers: Behind Closed Doors

I’ve fallen back into Obey Me recently and was talking to my friend about how Asmo and Luci probably act when no one else is around and I wanted to write it lol

Lucifer

• simp alert ??

• he cuddles you a lot, wrapping you tightly in his arms and sniffs your hair

• is always the first to notice when you run out of shampoo / conditioner and have to switch (he orders a ridiculous amount of it so your hair goes back to the smell he’s used to) 

• If he can’t be holding your body then he’s at least holding your hand, or has a hand on your thigh somewhere

• can read you like a book, so whenever you’ve had a bad day he scoops you up and carries you to a warm bath

• he either sits in it with you or gives you space, whichever you prefer

• he’s had plenty of sexual partners over the millennium, but you’re the first person he’s let into his heart and see the deeper side of him

• is actively talking to Diavolo about letting you permanently move to the Devildom, if you want to stay, that is

Mammon

• tries to make moves on you all the damn time, but stops once you shut him down

• the fact that you’re genuinely in love with him for more than his looks (/ occasional money) baffles him, so he lets his sense of humor shine through

• loves making you laugh more than anything else in the world (even gambling !)

• his eyes are filled with genuine love when he looks at you, which often leads to you kissing him

• which may or may not get more heated, because it’s Mammon after all and he’s a damn good kisser

• you never sleep alone again bc he loves spooning you as you fall asleep

Leviathan

• f l u s t e r e d

• he’s more surprised that you’re into his looks than anything else, so when you climb on top of him that first night and press your body against him...

• before you know it Lucifer is knocking on the door because breakfast was an hour ago and neither of you were there, but it sure sounded like you were awake

• he’s an otaku, man has more toys than you can believe, and you’ll be damned if you don’t try them all

• but then once you’re done and you’re laying with your head against his chest he is soft, whispering how much you mean to him and how he’s going to treasure every second he has with you

• oh also when you casually repeat something about one of his games that he told you about earlier, his eyes are filled with such genuine and pure love for you, you swear your heart melts

Satan

• actually puts down his books to talk to you

• he confides in you, and you in him. you two can tell each other anything

• talks a lot about his thoughts, and you love getting to know his inner self

• when you aren’t uh going at it, you often hold hands. it’s a small gesture but allows you to feel connected when you’re working on things

• when he’s engrossed in reading, you often put your head on his shoulder and watch him read, sometimes stealing one of his hands to hold

• you run into him in the halls at school a lot, which turns into both of your favorite parts of the day

• people usually don’t talk to him much, because he’s Satan, but when people see the human running to him and wrapping him in a tight hug, a big smile and blush overcoming his face, his reputation changes

Asmodeus

• showers you in little kisses and compliments

• always has an arm around your waist / shoulder / etc, as long as he’s touching you in some way, he’s happy

• if you don’t have a hickey visible, he gives you one. he has to make sure everyone knows you’re not just taken, but you’re his

• gives you a necklace that’s a vertical infinity sign with a light pink pearl on the bottom because it made him think of you (this one lol)

• when you’re watching a movie, (usually ones from the human world), you’re snuggled under a blanket

• you usually don’t make it to the end of the movie

Beelzebub

• big hugs! wrapping you in his arms is the only thing that comes close to food on his list of favorite things

• I truly cannot stress enough the sense of relief and comfort that having you in his arms gives him

• the two of you always fall asleep together, intentionally or not

• it’s just, why sleep alone when you can sleep with each other? it’s so much warmer and happier

• sex isn’t a big part of your relationship with Beel, but when it happens it’s very good (you do oral a lot though)

• you go on picnic dates a lot and they’re genuinely the cutest thing ever

• he feeds you fruit and kisses you to taste the sweet juice on your lips

• you make his heart so happy, you’re honestly the best thing to happen to him in his whole life and he makes sure you know that (take that how you will)

Belphegor

• takes f o r e v e r for him to open up to you, but once he does he realizes that you genuinely just want the best for him

• you like sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as the two of you chat about your day

• you nap together a lot, so have become the masters of cuddling positions

• aren’t very intimate, at first

• like exploring woods together, and end up missing dinner a lot because you get lost together

A/N: Hi guys! This is the first not haikyuu thing I’ve done on this acc but ~technically~ this is a multifandom page lol. I’ve always wanted to do a headcannon post so this was really fun (and more difficult than I thought! mad respect to people who regularly do them)

anyways if you guys want me to do any haikyuu ones let me know bc I’d love to :)

[voidcat]

— fangs dipped in wine

characters: chuuya nakahara, you

info: vampire au, lowkey suggestive, 2.3k

a/n: let's all pretend for a hot second bram stoker was an actual author in bsd and that instead of abilities, there are vampires<3 I'll probably do a p2 to this in a timeskip way so itll b more fun yay,,

Several days ago, it was just an idea. A laughing matter. A ‘what-if’ to build scenarios on and giggle.

Several days ago, it was night time too, the taste of alcohol fresh, her laugh right beneath your ear, it was warm, and bubbly and there was a sense of direction, a certainty.

Several days ago your friend hadn’t suddenly announced dropping out and moving out of the shared apartment you two had yet. Maybe she had been considering for a while now but in that very moment, it hadn’t happened yet, your world wasn’t upside down.

“Just imagine!-“ her breath fawned over your ear, glasses clinking against one another. “So I’m talking to this guy, right? Like music stuff, and movies, and all. No feelings whatsoever,” you found it hard not to roll your eyes and was met with a shove. “Not like that!” she protested. “He tells me about his boyfriend, I even helped him plan a surprise party once.”

“You cannot know if he’s faking…” you remember saying, in that knowing tone, smooth like silk and lecturing. “Yea whatever. Anyways! Get this:” placing the glass down in concentration that was foreign to her, you were intrigued.

“They don’t have vampires.”

“No way.” Slowing taking another sip from your drink, it sounded like a fantasy almost. Sure, there were rumors of not every country having vampires but it was numbered, there were so little, and the vampires? They were ever present.

“So he says: ‘Hey, aren’t they all rich peeps always wanting fresh blood? What if you have lots of blood already, and make a deal? You can trick them to pay you loads for it and you’d not even have to have them near your neck!’-“ she paused to let out a bark, you’re sure she’s been doing it since she first saw the message.

“And-“ another pause, to shed a tear, “and he says, ‘and if the vampire is hot? Bonus points! They got those fancy houses, you’d no longer pay rent either.’” The mocking of the voice comes to an end. “Can you believe? A deal, with a Vampire of all people! And he says rent fixed!”

You had to admit, for someone who claims to not met any vampires, it sounded charming on paper, but in Yokahoma?, not so much. At a moment of weakness, you looked at one another, daring, and next, breaking into a fit of laughter and downing the glass in one gulp.

How many days has it been since that night? Five? Maybe seven? It was long enough to miss her presence now, but too short to be threatened by the landlord.

One night you’re at your favorite pub with your dearest friend downing drink after drink. You can remember the stars in the sky that night, you thought it was just your brain imagining it, as well as the crescent moon hanging so delicately.

And next thing you know, you’ve just left this bar, despite the temperature it was cold on your bones, and here stands the redhead, his breath fawning over your neck, mouth open, but not to tell a story for the laughs.

He didn’t bother to hide the fangs and you didn’t bother to leave the place.

An idea you called stupid few nights ago just happened to make sense in that sad sulking state. And then he had to appear, with a glass of expensive wine, locks covering his face just fine, a vest that fits his body perfectly and fangs shining under the dim lights of the bar.

“Oh-kay, that’s enough.” You push his face off with your palm in one go. The ‘thump’ of his hat falling on the floor and the yelp coming from his lips fill the air.

“You’re no fun.” he pouts as he picks up his hat.

“So, how we’re doing this? And no, you cannot drink straight from my neck!” you finish before he can raise a finger.

A moment of silence follows the two of you, it’s a nice place. Expensive looking furniture though it’s more like a house from a catalogue than a home. Still, impressive –he, ‘what was his name again?’, definitely has a taste. The empty crystal glasses sit on the table, next to the bottle, a candle close to burning out completely flickers its flame lazily as your eyes wander.

Your gaze moves onto his sapphire eyes then, watching your every move and breath carefully, but not patiently. You can hear him vibrate with every molecule in his body, trying so hard not to lunge forward or speak up, maybe grab your arm and pull you back towards his chest.

“So? Hello?..” you drag the the ‘o’ and wave a hand in front of his face, “Anyone home?”

Like someone hypnotized stepping out of a trance at a snap of fingers, he jolts, pupils narrow, then widen and focus on your face. “Ah, sorry-“ he starts walking away.

Then he fakes a cough, as if you didn’t catch him staring already… Just how the hell did you find this guy in a city filled with vampires?

He stops, turns back, reaches for your hand and you let him. “Did you drink the wine?” he walks a step ahead, still hand in hand.

“If you ask me one more time, I’ll start suspecting you added some sort of drug.” This seems to get to him, obvious from the way he almost trips on his foot and turns back in a hurry, both hands up in defense and shaking his head like crazy.

“Wh- No- No, no no! It’s nothing like that- I-“ if he didn’t look so embarrassed, you’d even say he looks flustered. His rambling stops when you snort and decide to take pity on the guy.

“Relax I was just joking.” His shoulder drop in relief. “Besides, if you put anything, it’d have kicked in by now.”

“Ah, yeah, right…” he looks down, to his right, and that’s when you see the velvet couch there. He extends his hand, in an offering manner and follows you right after.

Reaching for a pocket in his vest, he whispers to himself, you barely hear. “I just like the taste of wine in blood...”

“Weird, not what I expected, but could be worse. I’ll take it.”

Another silence follows, he avoids your gaze while your eyes never leave his eyes fumbling with his vest and cape. Maybe it’s like one of those cape like jackets, certainly matches the vibe he carries.

Under the shivering candle light, he looks so different from the bold smug suave guy who brimmed with confidence, flashed his teeth like nothing, as if the world belongs to him and anything that does not care for him simply does not exist.

And now with the same face, sits besides you someone else, eyes cast down, hands fumbling, there’s comfort in knowing this is as awkward for you as for him.

(You wonder for a second if there’s something you can do to clear the atmosphere.)

“Maybe you should be having another glass instead of asking me.” You try to say nonchalantly and it takes him a second to get what you mean. Then he smiles, and the hint of a small giggle comes out and his body seems to calm down.

“Give me your hand.” He holds out his, the palm facing the ceiling. “Well? This is the easiest way to do it without leaving permanent marks.” He sounds irritated.

“Or noticeable.” You say and he repeats, a little impatient.

Giving him your less dominant hand, you eye the dagger for as long as you can. When the cold blade meets your palm, you can barely feel its weight.

“Okay, I’ll be honest here.” He stops midway, the dagger in the air. You raise an eyebrow, signaling him to continue. “I’ve never done… this before.”

“So- uh- whatever’s the standart payment, or the whole, you know,” he waves the hand holding the dagger in the air “etiquette for this.” He sounds to be relaxing with each word. And with him, so do you. Then comes back that familiar confidence from the earlier, decorated with a hint of threat and a dare. “Just- Don’t ever try to scam or fool me.”

And goes away the determined face, replaced with surprise, as you start laughing loud, one hand over your stomach.

“Look, listen-“ you stop as you’ve begun. “Chuuya.” He fills the gap for you.

“Listen, Chuuya.” You test his name on your lips. “I’m a broke college student who can get kicked out of their flat any day now. Crossing a vampire is the last thing on my list, trust me.”

Eyes soften, a genuine smile blooms and the silence to follow isn’t heavy anymore.

When he slashes the dagger over your hand, it doesn’t sting. The blood soon reaches the surface, red thick liquid glistening in the candle’s flame, ‘life’ it says.

This is what they want, why they want it, drink it, kill for it.

Hidden in the blood, is life, with all it has seen and will see, warm, moving, trusting.

You watch in a daze as he brings your hand to his mouth. Cold lips make content with your skin, how cold and lifeless they feel against you, you see in clear contrast. The sinking of teeth doesn’t come, you don’t flinch. You can tell he’s making an effort not to bite too hard into your giving hand. Drinking the blood slowly, trying to contain himself from getting greedy, there’s no sound in the air except for your loud heartbeat, echoing in your ear and fastening with each move of his back.

The glimpse of a smile you catch in this scene before you tells, he can hear it too, and probably relish in it.

With each flicker of the flame, his lips start to feel warmer and soon he straightens up. Not a single speck of blood on his frame, he offers you the same smug smile from earlier.

Blood makes place for itself on his face, like roses blooming under the sun. His skin gains color, you didn’t notice just how dull and gray he was up until now. Life spreads so fast in his limbs, soon you can feel his warmth near you, in the air, in your hand, on the spot your knees touch. Once the base color is done, pink decorates his cheeks faintly, most likely an after effect of all that wine.

Maybe if he intervened his fingers with yours, it’d feel warmer, and in a weird way, safer.

Watching your eyes on him with amusement in his crystal ones, he seems to enjoy this, that is until his eyes focus on a spot of yours and cannot stop examining every other spot, every single pore, mark, hair and color you have, memories you carry.

The flicker of the light blends in, the warmth pulls the two of you in, time feels gone, like it never existed, maybe nothing every existed except for the two of you sitting before each other.

A sudden crash, from the outside and the magic is gone with a snap.

Noticing your hands, you pull it back to your chest fast.

His goes back to his head and he looks away, anther shy smile on his face.

“What- How should we proceed next?” he breaks the silence first, attempting to gather back a sense of seriousness to his voice. In a way, he should too, this is technically business, isn’t it?

Glancing at your palm, you open and close it few times. Not a speck of pain is there.

“Once every week maybe? If that’s alright. Although we may cancel few weeks, you never know what comes up last minute.”

The dagger nowhere in sight, probably returned to a pocket of his already, he looks pleased with your reply. “Sounds good to me.”

Without further ado, you get up to look for the door you first walked in.

“Wait!-“ he follows in a hurry, almost slipping, again, and trying to find something in his jacket.

Go you! For forgetting why you agreed to a vampire’s house in the first place. “Is- uh- is this alright? Or is it so little? We never discussed payment, y’know.” He holds out a lot more than you expected, but then again, vampires live for thousands of years. He must have quite the amount lying around somewhere after all.

Unsure what to do with the money he slips into your hand, you meet his eyes. “That’s… more than enough actually. Thanks.”

He rests one hand on hip, taking in your surprised face. “Don’t mention it. I’ve got plenty.” Touching your elbow lightly, he guides you to the door, dragging his feet. By the time you reach the door, he makes no move to open it, not that it was ever locked in the first place.

Turning of the knob, you take a step ahead, motions limited on both sides; dragging, waiting for something to happen, something to be said, for the air to be broken.

By the time you’re one foot outside, he clears his throat with a fake cough, covering his mouth. “Same time, same place, next week?” his gaze cast on the floor, stealing glances to see what you will do next.

You turn to him with a smile. “Works for me.” And tilt your head “but what if one of us cannot find the other?”

“Oh I’ll find you alright.” He chuckles with a grin. Truly a sight to sell the whole vampire image he got going, even if he hadn’t been one.

Feet standing next to each other, you’re out now, furrowing your eyebrows with a look of disapproval to match his grin, unimpressed.

“You sound like a creep. Don’t do it again.”

And with it, you turn your back to him, already on your way. The ginger left behind, an unfinished “okay” hanging on his lips, eyes focused on your form, swallowed by the shadows, waiting for the next night to be spent with you, already impatient.

[vennilavee]

starcrossed

pairing: levi x reader  summary: you are a princess, and levi is your knight. and you love him. (royal au, lowkey arranged marriage au) warnings: nothing really, princess is a wild child, mentions of parental death a/n: written for these prompt reqs: one, two

Duty. Honor. Reputation. What will people say? Your life hasn’t felt like your own in years. But as the eldest princess of this kingdom, you had long let go of the lavishes and luxury of love, freedom and autonomy. Bitterness had seeped into your veins, holding you deep in its clutches. 

You had unwittingly shut yourself off from any semblance of the life you had dreamed of as a child. Rose petals intertwined with each other in clumsy flower crowns had turned into lessons in manners, maintaining appearances and hosting guests. It was all rather bothersome and trivial. Dreams slipped into line with your parents wishes, until you couldn’t discern the two anymore. What the King and Queen wanted, they received.

Your mother chastised you nearly every day. For growing older by the day and refusing a suitor. 

“No other prince will wish for a bride as old as you,” Your mother says over tea.

“Oh? They will surely appreciate the cobwebs around my-” 

Your mother cuts you off, scolding you for your vulgarity. 

“Maybe I don’t even want a prince. Did you ever consider that? Perhaps another princess is better suited for me,” You scoff.

“Prince, princess… Whomever it is. Will you find someone before your mother and father die waiting? You know your father has rebuked plenty of potential suitors-”

You only shrug, ignoring the pang in your chest at your mother’s words. Love was not for you. It was transactional only, meant to be given as a means to an end. As a means to creating an empire.

You hated it. You hated every part of it.

But still, you put on a pretty face at the countless balls that the King and Queen throw for you. For their eldest, most precious daughter. These evenings are filled with shows of opulence- your country’s colors of jet black and gold making an appearance in the decorations, the tablecloths… Even your dress was black with gold accents. It was a beautiful dress but damn, you were bored. You sit in your throne, watching man after man proposition to you and your parents about why they would be a good fit to stand proud next to you.

You’re on your third goblet of mulled wine. You can hear your father nearly hissing at you. How unbecoming of you. You pretend like the fresh memories of your mother crying to your father about how you would bring shame on the kingdom and the family doesn’t replay behind your eyelids.

Oh, well. You don’t care. You can care tomorrow, when you’re a little more sober.

You let your eyes shift to the side, where your family’s guard stands in front of you. Can you catch his eye? Can you catch the captain’s silvery eyes? Perhaps he’s still irate with you, for last night. From the clench of his jaw, you can accurately deduce that he probably still is.

You and the Captain of your guard have been sleeping together for the better part of a year. At first, it had been just for fun. When you had propositioned him, claiming that it would help him loosen the stick up his ass, he had glared at you-

“Besides, wouldn’t it be fun for you to say you bedded a princess?”

“Don’t be so crass.”

Levi would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t feel something inappropriate for you. He saw the way you operated in those strategic meetings- it was where you thrived. You had no qualms with telling off men more seasoned, more stupid than you. He had witnessed you denounce the concept of a monarchy, stating that the power should be given to the people. 

It was a shame that your natural brilliance had been reduced to this without your permission. He recalls late nights of meeting you in your private garden, to hold you with only the moon as witness as you cried about the expectations of being the eldest princess.

He could do nothing. After all, he is only a Captain. And you are a princess. All of these men, princes and dukes from far and wide pale in comparison to you. To your radiance, to your brilliance. They’re nothing. And you are everything. 

It’s torturous. He would rather be whipped than watch this. Watch the King and Queen bring out man after man in hopes that their eldest daughter might show an inkling of interest to at least one of them. He already knows how you must look- beautiful in your dress, but so bored with your chin in your hand and your goblet of wine in the other.

Levi would look back at you, but he’s irate with you. As he should be. He hates liars, he hates false promises and he hates that you thought you could fool him-

Levi’s head is in your lap as you mindlessly play with his hair, running your fingers over his scalp. He nearly purrs at your touch, pressing his cheek into your thigh further. He likes this- likes that you can both live in this bubble of delusion in your bedroom. His legs sink into your silk sheets, as if he’s been there a thousand times before. Which at this point… he probably has.

It’s uncharacteristically warm in your bedroom, much warmer than the rest of the castle is. Maybe it’s the room. Maybe it’s you.

Levi takes one of your hands in his and threads your fingers through his. You exhale in surprise, a smile on your lips.

“I love you,” You sigh dreamily. He tenses up slightly at your words. But says nothing. He’s no fool. You’re not a fool either. So why are you telling him that you love him, when you both know that this won’t ever come to be?

“I’m not leaving you. Not ever,” You murmur, pulling yourself further down your sweet, candy dreams. You even press a long kiss to his forehead and he pulls himself off of you immediately.

“What? What’s the matter?” You ask, the honey in your voice replaced with worry.

“Don’t say stupid things,” Levi says harshly.

“Stupid things?” 

“You know better than I. That this,” Levi points to him and to you, “Will never come to be.”

“Why not?” You ask, your lip jutting out into a pout.

“Naivete and stupidity is not a good look on you, princess.”

“But I’m your princess, right?” You grin salaciously, ignoring the heat in his gaze. You know, of course you know. You don’t want to face the facts. You only want him.

“You are a princess,” Levi exhales, shutting his eyes, “I am the stupid knight who fell in love with the princess. You cannot love me.”

“What can I do?” You murmur, your smile falling and desperation dotting your pretty eyes, “What can I do to make you believe me? I’d leave this behind, if I could. For you.”

“But you cannot. Do not promise yourself to me, when I cannot have you and you cannot have me.”

Your heart aches. Levi is right, but your heart still feels broken inside of your chest.

It was no secret that the King and Queen were largely disliked across the country. It should’ve been no surprise, the rise in rebellions forming in small pockets across the land. You had heard whispers, trying to warn your parents and their advisors.

But they never listened. Their hubris would be their deaths.

So when you had realized that the castle had been broken into by the rebels, you had openly shown them where your mother’s most valuable jewelry was. You had told them where the riches were.

What you hadn’t realized was that your parents had been out in the town with their guards. Where the rebels had been congregating. It had been an ambush- they had been killed on the spot by snipers.

You didn’t know. You had only thought that the rebels taking your riches was the least that you could do.

And then Levi finds you, his cheeks pink from sprinting to get to you. “Your parents are dead,” He spits out, “I need to get you out of here.”

“What?” You ask stupidly with wide eyes.

“The King and Queen are dead. You’re the princess. You’re next,” Levi hisses, “Now come with me.”

“Mama and Papa? Dead?” You ask incredulously. Your mind is suddenly in a haze, shrouded with fog. You can’t find your way through.

“Focus on me, princess,” Levi pleads with you, “I need to get you out of here. Please, princess. You can cry later. You’re not leaving me, remember? Keep your promise.”

When you don’t respond out of shock, Levi scoops you in his arms and hurries into a hidden tunnel in the library. You vaguely hear enraged shouts and explosions going off. But everything sounds muted. You only focus on Levi’s breaths fanning over your face and the feel of his heartbeat below your hand.

You ignore the sound of your castle going up in flames above you. You ignore it.

tags: @simpingmaize​ @captainchrisstan​

[starfirelove]

For the very amazing and wonderful and super super kind @sirrriusblack. I cannot believe I’ve only known you for a year and I’m so so glad I know you Kay Kay. Happy birthday and I love you so very very much.

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The dorm was silent at this time of night. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago and the only sound came from the soft rise and fall of people breathing and the quiet rustling of the curtains.

Marlene always insisted on leaving the window partially open. Lily could never figure out why but she just went with it.

The autumn breeze blew the curtains around causing them to look like ghosts under the pale light of the moon.

They’re mesmerizing to watch, and quite frankly Lily doesnt have anything better to do.

She’s found that she can’t sleep. Her homework had been done hours ago and everyone else had gone to bed. So curtain staring is currently her best source of entertainment.

Although it’s beginning to grow boring. It’s only so long that you can stare at strips of fabric fluttering with the wind.

She’s not sure what makes her decide, but next thing Lily knows she’s pulling on a pair of shoes and leaving the dorm. Heading down the stairs and making her way swiftly to the portrait hole.

It’s chilly in the hallway, and the silence makes her footfalls echo across the stone.

She lets her feet carry her wherever they wish, not quite paying attention to where she’s going.

However, when she reaches the quidditch pitch, it becomes apparent what her subconscious is doing.

She sighs a bit. “Of all the places.”

No use turning back now, she’s already here. Besides, she wanted to get out of the dorm and now she is.

If it was cold inside the halls of the school, it’s freezing out on the pitch. Whats even better is that Lily realizes that she forgot a jumper, or anything warmer than pajamas, really.

She sits on the ground, deciding to lay back in the grass. It’s peaceful out here, quiet. Lily can’t help but let her eyes close as she enjoys the peace being outside brings.

“Well you’re out late.”

The voice startles her despite its familiarity and she jolts upwards.

Jamec chuckles from where he hovers in the air on his broom. “Sorry,” he says, running his free hand through his hair and offering a somewhat sheepish smile. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Lily ignores the way her heart skips at beat at his laugh and soft smile.

“You’re one to talk,” she counters. “I’m not the only one outside.”

James snickers. “You got me there,” he says, hopping off the broom and sitting beside her. “What are you doing out here?”

Lily shrugs. “Couldn't sleep. You?”

James leans back onto his elbows, another one of his signature smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Captain of the quidditch team, Lils. Take every moment to train that I can.”

Lily raises an eyebrow. “It’s three in the morning, James.”

“Okay fine,” he sighs. “Couldn't sleep. Better?”

“Much.”

James just laughs and rolls his eyes, laying back and then folding his arms behind his head.

The two of them stay like that for a while, staring up at the stars.

“You just come out here when you can’t sleep?.” Lily asks eventually.

“Yep. So do you apparently.”

“Wasn’t intentional. Just kind of let my feet carry me, yknow.”

James turns onto his side, grinning. “Thinking about me Evans?”

Yes, she thinks.

“In your dreams, Potter,” she says, which only makes James laugh again.

Lily has to suppress a sigh. She’s started noticing things. The sort of things she’d have ignored last year and the year before.

Things like the way James’s eyes crinkle in the corners when he laughs. The dimples on his cheeks and the one on his chin. The way his eyelashes curl ever so slightly, just enough so that they don’t touch his glasses.

James stands so suddenly it almost startles her as much as when he arrived.

“Where are you going?”

James shrugs. “Flying.”

“Now?” Lily asks, slightly incredulous.

James nods at his already floating and previously abandoned broom. “Yep. Can’t see why not.”

“You’re blind enough in the daylight James, it’s not even remotely sunny out.”

He waves a nonchalant hand at her. “Quidditch Captain instincts.”

“You’re an idiot, Potter,” she mutters. Although if she’s being perfectly honest she’s thinking he’s several other things too.

“Maybe,” he says.

Lily shakes her head. “Definitely.”

She watches as James climbs back on his broom, expecting him to take off at any moment.

“You’re staring,” James points out.

“I’m not.” It probably sounds a bit too indignant to be believable and Lily is suddenly very thankful for how the darkness covers most of the blush that’s spread across her cheeks.

James only chuckles. “If you say so.”

He regards her curiously for a moment.

“Look who’s staring now.”

“Not staring, thinking.”

“About?”

James shrugs a bit. “You should come with me.”

Lily blinks in confusion. It takes a solid thirty seconds of staring at him blankly for it to click.

“Oh you mean up there,” she shakes her head quickly. “Yeah, no, I don’t fly.”

“Well you wouldn’t be,” he says and Lily rolls her eyes.

“You know what I meant.”

“Did I?”

“James.”

“Well where’s the harm in it.”

“Well theres-“ she stops short, not able to think of any suitable reasons.

“I was made quiddtich captain for a reason, Evans. Wasn't because I can’t fly.”

Lily just sighs.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

And she does, probably a lot more than she should.

Its why she finds herself standing and walking to his side.

“Yes, I do.”

The smile he gives her in return makes this idiotic sky adventure worth it.

A breeze spins through the air and Lily, who is rather forcibly reminded that she should’ve brought something warmer, shivers.

It doesn’t escape James’ notice and he frowns.

“You’re cold,” he says.

Lily snorts. “I didn’t notice.”

Then, before she can protest it, James has taken off his jumper and is extending it to her.

“Take it,” he says upon seeing the look on her face. “Really, I mean it. I’ll be warm enough when we get in the air.”

It’s never been a good idea to try and argue something with James Potter. So with no more protest than a small sigh, she slips it over her head.

The jumper is warm, about three sizes too big, and despite being the standard quidditch sweater, it’s distinctly James.

“Thanks,” she mutters.

“Anytime, Lils,” he returns. Then, “You probably want to get on now, can’t do much flying if you’re still standing there.”

“Oh, right.”

She settles herself onto the back of the broom. And after a quick check in, they take off.

Lily can’t help the way her arms tighten around James’ waist as they pitch upwards.

“Alright, Evans?” He asks, and Lily can feel the way his small laugh vibrates through his chest.

“Mhm yep.”

She’s trying mostly not to think about how far down the ground is. Or why the hell anyone would want to play quidditch.

As if sensing this, James says, “Eyes up, Lils. All the interesting things are up here.”

She hums in agreement as she looks up at the stars.

“Hold on,” James whispers and then he leans forward a bit.

How fast they’re going is soon lost to Lily as they streak across the grounds of the school. Spiraling upwards towards the top of the astronomy tower and then down to the lake, low enough for her fingers to skim the water.

She’s starting to see why he likes it up here. Nothing but the stars, the sky, and the air. The air that's fanning her hair out around her face and makes James smile as it brushes his face.

There’s a moment when when he turns back to look at her. The corners of his eyes crinkling into his telltale smile.

Of all the people she had to fall for at school it had to be James Potter.

The one boy she’d spent years being annoyed with and trying to ignore. And now, after all this time, he was the one she wanted the most. The irony of it was that since they had become friends, it seemed as though he wanted it to stay that way. Lily could deal with being friends. It was better than whatever the hell had been going on in years prior.

Or perhaps it wasn’t. At least then she didn’t feel the small pang in her chest when he smiled at her.

They touch back down onto the ground far too soon for Lily’s liking. James gets down first, offering a hand to help her jump down.

She lets her hand stay in his far longer than she should’ve and when she looks up at him to see if he’s noticed, she finds that he’s looking in the other direction.

“Well?” He asks when he finally turns back.

“Okay, I’ll admit that was fun.”

The triumphant look on his face makes her laugh.

“Don’t get too excited. Quidditch is still a ridiculous sport.”

“I’ll take what I can get,” he says.

She walks with him as he puts his broom away, and then the two of them walk back into the castle, all the way up to Gryffindor tower.

It’s not until she’s at the foot of the stairs to her dorm that she realizes she still has his sweater on.

“Oh! I forgot to give this back!” She’s staring to take it off, but he stops her by placing a hand on her shoulder.

��Keep it,” he says. “I’ve got plenty.”

She doesn’t have an answer for that and it’s not long before James says goodnight and heads up to his own room.

Later, when she’s back in her bed, Lily finds herself staring at that curtain again. She’s fiddling with a loose seam on one of the sleeves as she looks at the curtain.

The way the red and gold of it billows in the wind. It reminds her of when they were flying, and suddenly the curtain looks much less like a ghost and more and more like James.

She supposes that they’re the same things. The curtain ghost and James Potter. Like a ghost, James Potter is someone she can’t have.

But at least they’re friends she thinks. And as she falls asleep in the jumper he gave her she slowly realizes that maybe, that’s not enough for her.

[mypoisonedvine]

Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18​ and @navybrat817​‘s august challenge!  my prompt was the gif!

summary: you didn’t expect the man who bought you to be so kind.  you didn’t expect to fall for him, either.

warnings: death of a parent character, kidnapping, implied noncon/mentions of noncon, sexism, sexual slavery (mentioned), dub con (but not in the way you’re expecting), implied age gap (everyone is over 18!! as always!!), semi-public sex, breeding kink, loss of virginity, pain kink (slightly)

word count: a bit over 4k (and I wrote it all in one day... hey that rhymes!)

[this is another one of those things where the fic itself is dark due to the subject matter, but the character in question is not ‘dark’ in the traditional sense.  so, curtis is a good dude, it’s everyone else that sucks; this is a dark fic tonally, but not sexually per se]

Life in the tail section was ruthless.  It was all about survival, and survival was about being stronger than others.  You weren’t strong.  What you did have was your father, and he had kept you safe all your life, even before the two of you had lived in this terrible place.  He was a sort of leader; people looked up to him, and as a result, they obeyed his wishes to stay away from you.  Even so, you could sense that a lot of the men in the train were just waiting for their chance to take you.  Women who didn’t have significant skills to offer, women like you, were seen as a commodity with only one purpose.  Less like wives and more like slaves, they were traded, sold, and bartered for like clothes or rations.  It made you feel sick, but most of all it made you terrified for what would happen when your father couldn’t protect you anymore.  He was strong, but old, and so tired.  You hated to see how hard he had to work so late into his life, just so that you wouldn’t have to suffer.  

When he died, it almost didn’t feel real.  Even though it was sort of expected with the way his health had been declining for months, it was nothing you ever could’ve imagined.  A world without your father meant a world you were truly alone in… and only now did you confront the real cruelty of life in the tail section.

You woke up to being dragged by your hair; you screamed and kicked, but there was little you could do as you were thrown down onto the floor.  Your worthless fighting was muted as rags were used to bind your wrists and ankles, and a gag silenced you.  You looked up to see you were surrounded by men, with one-- you were pretty sure his name was Jamie, you’d seen him around before-- standing up and hovering over you.

“Her father is finally dead!” he announced to the crowd with a dirty smile that was missing a few teeth.  “I got my hands on her first, but I’m willing to sell her to any reasonable bidders.”

“Five rations,” one voice quickly jutted in.

“Five-- what the fuck are you talking about, man?  Everyone’s been drooling over this little tart for years and you offer me five rations?!  Get a grip,” Jamie spat.  

“Twenty,” another called out.

“Getting warmer,” Jamie laughed.  “Come on, boys, she’s never known a man before.  This is truly a priceless opportunity.”

“Thirty!”

“Thirty-three!”

“Best I can do is thirty-five.”

“This is preposterous,” Jamie scoffed.  “She’s a virgin, and look how cute she is when she cries!  If nobody’s gonna make me a suitable offer,” he growled, suddenly grabbing you by your neck and putting his face right against yours, “maybe I’ll keep you for myself, hm?”

You sobbed and tried to squirm away but it was beyond useless, your bound limbs overpowered easily as he held you down and licked a stripe up the side of your face, just to hear you scream behind your gag.

“I’ll take her,” a deep voice boomed suddenly.  “A hundred rations.”

“A-- what?” Jamie stammered. 

You tried to look around at who it was but you couldn’t see very well in the dark.

“It’s more than enough,” the man continued.  “Hand her over.”

“Curtis,” Jamie greeted awkwardly, and your eyes went wide with recognition, “I… didn’t take you for the bartering type.”

That was an understatement.  You knew Curtis, like some of the more chivalrous men of the back car, was a long-standing boycotter of this sort of activity.  He didn’t even seem interested in the women who wanted to sleep with him, let alone those who were being sold against their will.  Seemed like his patience had worn out, and he was finally giving in to his biological needs, no matter who would suffer cruelty along the way.  Just your luck that it would be you for sale when he gave up on his morals.

“I didn’t take you for the type to stall when he’s offered a great deal,” Curtis replied coldly.  “Now give me the girl and take your payment.”

Something must have changed hands, but you were too busy staring at the corrugated steel floor and hoping it was all a dream that would end any moment.  

You lurched back as Jamie picked you up again, tossing you to Curtis who caught you awkwardly.

“Have fun with her,” Jamie encouraged, “make sure it’s loud enough so we can all hear; a little consolation prize for the rest of us.”

Curtis said nothing as he turned and dragged you to his bunk, ignoring your muffled pleas.  When he set you down, he kneeled beside you and put a hand on each shoulder to brace you.

“I’m going to take off this gag, and your ties,” he offered, “but you need to stop crying, okay?  Everything will be alright.  I won’t hurt you.”

You weren’t sure you believed that, but you tried to steady your breathing.  Maybe if you did what he said, he would be gentle with you…

You nodded slowly, and he untied the gag.  Your sore mouth appreciated the reprieve as you wiggled your mouth around to stretch your lips.  You had sort of assumed that whoever bought you would leave the restraints on, so that you wouldn’t fight back.  But Curtis was so strong and healthy, he didn’t even need to bind you: your body tensed up again at that realization.

“Shh, shh, calm down,” he requested as he worked on the knot around your feet, “you don’t need to be afraid of me.”

Finally your limbs were freed, though that freedom was wasted on exhaustedly falling to the cold steel floor.

“Use this rag to clean off a little,” he instructed, handing you a cloth that had been soaked in water, “and go back to sleep for the night.”

“You… you’re not going to…?” you murmured, confused.

“I don’t believe in enslavement,” he shook his head.  “Your father was a good man; he did a lot for me, even when I had nothing to offer him in return.  He told me to pay him back by keeping you safe after he was gone.”

You hadn’t realized your father knew Curtis so well.  You’d seen him around, sure, but he was more a stranger than anything.

“Thank you…” you whispered, your voice hoarse and ragged.

“You need to rest,” he whispered back.  “You can sleep in my bed-- someone’s already claimed yours, I’m sure.  I’ll be on the floor beside you if you need me.”

Your cheeks burned with guilt.  “Curtis, don’t do that.  You spent so much on me... I don’t want to be any more of a burden.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” he soothed, “we can talk in the morning.  Get your sleep.”

After washing yourself hastily with the rag (focusing most on wherever Jamie had touched you), you slipped into the sheets on his mattress, finding him different from the ones you were used to, but comfortable in spite of the unfamiliarity.  

Curtis settled in on the floor, and in the near-darkness you could just make out the silhouette of his face as he closed his eyes and relaxed against a roll of tattered clothes as an improvised pillow.  You’d always thought he was handsome, and the impression you’d gotten was that he was patient, and honorable, but kept to himself.  You could remember just a few nights ago when you never could’ve imagined this being your new life.  Although you did wonder if Curtis was simply waiting for the morning to claim you, in the meantime you decided to take him at his word and just be thankful that someone seemingly kind had bought you instead of Jamie or his fellow bidders.

Two weeks later...

If anything, it was odd how little Curtis had asked of you.  He didn’t even really talk to you.  Even your father expected you to help him with anything you could; sometimes it was just keeping him company, listening to him.  But Curtis all but avoided you.  All that said, his presence was rarely needed to keep you safe.  People respected your father, but they feared Curtis.  He wasn’t violent-- well, he wasn’t violent typically.  Nearly a week ago he had gone to fisticuffs for you after a man had tried to grope you.  The weird thing was that you hadn’t even realized Curtis was nearby: one moment you were alone and being pulled into a stranger’s oppressive form as he purred in your ear, the next Curtis had appeared and shoved him off of you.  That seemed to get the point across that Curtis’ things were not to be touched.

Feeling guilty, you decided to do whatever chores you could think of while he was away from his ‘room’ (which was, of course, not a room at all but a bed draped with a canopy of tattered fabric in order to create some privacy).  You waited for his return with a little smile on your face, sure he would be grateful for your service and maybe would start to warm up to you more.

“Hi, Curtis,” you greeted with a peppy grin when you saw him approaching, jumping up from where you had been sitting.

“You washed my clothes,” he noticed instantly.

Your smile fell when you realized that he wasn’t happy.  “Did I do something wrong?” you asked sheepishly.

“You are not my slave; I cannot make that more clear,” he frowned.  “Never do a chore on my behalf again.”

“Please, Curtis.  You’ve done so much for me, just let me prove my usefulness.”

“You want to be useful?  Stay out of harm’s way.”

“Oh, I see,” you sneered, “you don’t want me to do your chores because I am your chore.  Is that all you see me as?  A debt you are repaying to my father?”

He seemed confused by that question.  “What else could I see you as?”

“A partner!” you protested.  “A woman!”

He grabbed you suddenly, pulling you into him by your wrists.  “Stop talking like that.  I won’t hear any more of it.  Just stay quiet and take care of yourself.”

He dropped you as you began to cry, crumpling into a ball on the floor.

“Don’t cry,” he frowned.  “Why could you be crying, when all I told you was that you don’t have to do anything?”

“I suppose I should be thankful that you’re not sadistic,” you explained with a shaky, weak voice, “but you’re still plenty cruel to me, I hope you know that.  You ignore me completely-- and no one else will talk to me, because they’re afraid to upset you.  I’ve never been so alone.”

He sighed and sat down beside you on the floor.  “I never meant to…” he trailed off.  “I bought you to save you from them.  Not because I had any purpose for you.”

“I have no purpose,” you stated plainly, moving from sad to stoic.  “Don’t you hear how sad that sounds?  Can you blame me for being upset when you’re telling me straight to my face that I’m useless?”

He seemed to at least see where you were coming from with that, looking to the side with an oddly guilty look in his eyes.

Suddenly, he reached to pull up his shirt and you gasped when you saw a cut along his side.

“I fell,” he explained, “and scraped against something.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you comforted to the best of your ability, “I hope it’s not giving you too much trouble.”

“It’s not, but I’m worried it’ll get infected.”

You thought for a moment.  “I could… help you clean it?”

“Sure,” he nodded, “that would be nice.  Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged as you grabbed a rag to dampen.  “I’ll be right back.”

You cleaned his wound in silence, carefully washing away the dried blood, even when he sucked in breaths through his teeth as you touched the sensitive places.  The task at hand distracted you from your previous outburst; this was exactly proof of why you needed things to do, you’d go crazy otherwise.  

“I don’t think it’ll need stitches,” you informed him as you put the rag away and rolled his shirt back down.  “We’ll just clean it again tomorrow and I bet that’ll be enough.”

“Good,” he nodded.

The day was winding down to a close already, and you looked around to see a lot of the people nearby starting to prepare for bed, if they weren’t already on their mattresses with their eyes and ears covered to block out the distractions of those still awake.

“I think you should take the bed tonight, since you’re injured,” you offered.  Up until now, you’d been alternating nights on the floor; it was the only compromise you two could come to.

“I couldn’t ask you to sleep on the ground two nights in a row,” he shook his head.

“You’re not asking me to.  I’m telling you that I will.”

“I won’t take the bed.”

You crossed your arms and grinned stubbornly.  “Then we’ll both be on the floor.”

“Fine,” he sighed with defeat, “I’ll take the bed, but only if you share it with me.  I can never sleep well when all I can think about is how cold and uncomfortable you must be.”

You were surprised to hear that, because you had always felt the same way on the nights you were in the bed.  Seemed both of you were getting worse sleep than you let on.

“F-fine,” you stammered, realizing how little space the two of you would have to work with on the mattress, “we’ll share it then.”

“Might help with the cold anyway,” he shrugged as he stood up, removing his outermost layer of clothes before slipping behind the curtain that surrounded the bed.  You swallowed, as if you hadn’t realized until now that you were going to be in bed with him so soon.  

You removed your jacket as well; even though you normally liked to sleep in something less bulky than the dress you were wearing now, you figured he would protest if you were in any state of undress while sharing a bed with him.

As you pulled the curtain aside, you found him already on the farther side of the bed, facing away from you.  He was so far off the edge that he surely would’ve fallen if there wasn’t a wall on the other side.  

“Curtis, you’re twice my size and you’ve left nearly two-thirds of the bed for me,” you chuckled, slipping into the covers with him and noticing how much space was still left between you.  “Relax, won’t you?”

“Alright,” he relented, laying back a little as his shoulder brushed against yours.  

“Goodnight, Curtis,” you mumbled as you settled in and got as comfortable as could be reasonably expected, letting your eyes fall shut.  Sure, it took awhile, but with a forced relaxation you were able to drift to sleep and stay that way for quite some time.

At some point, you awoke to the softest noise beside you.  At first you thought it was just your dream, but then you heard it again-- Curtis was breathing strangely, and you jumped up when you heard a strained noise of pain.

“Curtis!” you hissed into the dark.  “Are you hurt?  Is everything alright?”

“What?” he stammered, jolting away from you.  

“You were--” you started to explain, but then you realized he was palming at his trousers; specifically, he was stuffing his cock back into them.  “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I didn’t-- sometimes you just-- I never meant to--”

“Are you feeling… frustrated?” you asked him softly, moving a little closer to where he was pressing himself back against the wall.

“It’s fine,” he assured you, “I’m fine.”

“Let me help you,” you pleaded.  “I wanted to help you so much, but there was nothing I could do.  Let me do this, please.  I want you to feel good…”

“Your father, I promised him--” he began, but you interrupted.

“Don’t talk about my father,” you requested.  “You kept your promise.  I’m safe.  Let me thank you for all you’ve done.”

Your hand reached out and made contact with his heaving chest through the thin layer of his shirt, beginning to trail down over his stomach and finally to the hard outline inside his trousers.

“W-wait,” he stuttered quietly, even though you felt him quietly sigh with relief as you palmed at his erection.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” you whispered-- so quiet even you could barely hear it-- as you leaned in and your nose brushed against his cheek.  “I wanted you for so long, Curtis, did you not know?  Wanted to touch you… wanted to make love with you…”

He let out a long-held breath as you reached into his trousers and wrapped your arm around his length.  It was so hot in your palm; it warmed you in the most intoxicating way.

“R-really?” he murmured.

“Of course I did,” you answered, moving your hand and slowly stroking him.  God, the poor man must’ve been so pent-up: he was bucking into your touch already, his cock so hard that you wondered if it was hurting him.  “Every woman on the train lusts for you.  To have you so close and not be able to do anything about it, it was torture.”

“Nothing compared to what it was like,” he groaned softly, “to want to have you for so long and feel horrible for it.”

You began to pump his cock faster, seeking more of those beautiful noises he was making.  The way his length flexed against your palm made arousal tingle all throughout your body.

His hand slipped to the back of your neck, his fingertips brushing up against your hairline and making you shiver.  He whispered your name and you felt like putty in his hands, so distracted by your own need that the pace of your strokes faltered briefly.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments longer-- foreheads pressed together, shivering and shaking and panting in each other’s arms-- before a rush of adrenaline gave you the confidence to speak.

“I want it inside me,” you whispered against his ear.  “Please, Curtis, I want you inside me.”

You swung your leg over to straddle him, pushing yourself up off of his chest.  He whispered your name with shock as you lifted your tattered dress and pulled it over your shoulders.

“Touch me,” you begged.  “Didn’t you want to?  I wondered if you did.  I wondered how your hands would feel…” you trailed off as you grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to your waist.  They were strong and rough, and so hot against your skin that you thought you might just burn up right there.  He moved them on his own then, sliding them up to your breasts which he gently grasped.  You sighed a little and melted into his touch.

His thumbs teased your nipples, which were already hard and alert.  You tried your best to suppress your moans, aware that many other passengers were sleeping nearby.  Secretly, the idea that they would hear Curtis pleasuring you was almost titillating.  You hoped it would make them all jealous.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered, “and… smooth…”

“Did you long for me?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Yes,” he finally admitted, “yes, I wanted you.  I want you now.”

You reached down and grasped his cock again, guiding it to your wet, swollen opening.  He made a noise that sounded something like a whimper and a groan as the head of his cock moved through your folds.

As you sunk down, you tried to ignore the burn of his cock stretching you open, though a pained whimper escaped your lips.  

Curtis’ hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise as you slowly took more and more of him into you.  His head fell back with a groan, lost in the way your walls gripped him tighter than he thought possible.  In that moment, he wanted more than anything to hold you close and never let go.

You shivered as your hips met his, feeling full in a way you could’ve never imagined.  It still stung as he forged a new path inside you, moulded you to his shape, but you didn’t mind because it was him.  

You were so weak that you struggled to lift yourself on top of him, but he gently guided you to lessen your load.  Your body adjusted to him rather slowly, and every time you rocked your hips made you hiss with discomfort along with the sparks of pleasure burning through your gut.  Even when it hurt, you wanted more; if nothing else, the noises of his restrained ecstasy spurred you on.

Leaning down, you laid yourself on his chest so that you could hear him better, and him you.  His arms wrapped around you and you felt small; normally, feeling small meant feeling weak, vulnerable, scared… but in his arms, it was wonderful.  You felt vulnerable, yes, but protected.

Your name tumbled from his lips like a whispered chant as you moved on top of him, and you whispered his name back.  The way his cock rubbed against your insides felt so good that you couldn’t even remember that it hurt before, but then again, you couldn’t remember anything from before right now and you didn’t want to.

Your moans got louder and louder, though they were still relatively quiet, but either way they were like music to his ears, sweet and soft and all for him-- just like you.

“S-stop,” he groaned, “you have to stop.”

“Why?” you gasped, feeling a little guilty for not instantly obeying, and yet too lost in pleasure to stop moving your hips.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll come,” he explained breathlessly, “and you could get pregnant.”

You bit your lip, feeling your face warm with an emotion you were sure you hadn’t experienced before.  “What if that’s what I want?” 

“Fuck,” he sighed.

“What if I want you to come inside me?  What if I want to have your baby?” you continued.

You managed to suppress your yelp as he grabbed you and flipped you both over until you were on your back and he was hovering over you.

“Is that what you want?” he asked with a low growl. 

“Yes,” you gasped, “Curtis, it’s all I ever wanted.”

“Fuck,” he moaned, pulling back and thrusting into you again.  He lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders, nearly folding you in half as he fucked into you so deep that you could scream.  You didn’t, but you wanted to.  “Gonna fill you up so good… you’re gonna be so full,” he promised, “you’re gonna be mine.”

“I already am,” you promised, “I always was.”

He leaned down to dominate your lips with a searing kiss, fucking you deep and slow but with an increasing ferocity.  Each thrust was harder than the last until the most prominent sound was the slapping of skin, your arousal so prominent that it was beginning to leak and drip down your thighs and ass.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he growled, right against your ear.

“You,” you moaned, “I belong to you, Curtis.”

“Fuck yeah you do.”

You gripped his arms tight as you felt your walls spasming with your orgasm-- it was unlike anything you’d felt before, even though you’d touched yourself plenty of times up until now.  Already you knew you were going to be addicted to this feeling.  Poor Curtis; you were going to be begging him to fuck you day and night if this was how good it felt.

The tightening of your body around him, and the way you bit down on your lip to keep from screaming with pleasure… it was all too much for him to hold back any more, and with a stuttered groan he spilled himself into you.  

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.  He relaxed on top of you as he reciprocated, both of you basking in the glow of the moment.

“Don’t pull out yet,” you pleaded as the kiss ended, “just hold me a little longer, won’t you?”

“Of course,” he smiled softly, placing one small, delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Did you really want me for so long, like you said?” you pressed, remembering what he’d said and fearing it was just a sweet nothing in the heat of the moment.

“You have no idea how long,” he sighed.  “I dreamed of this; of you being mine.”

“Was it everything you imagined?”

“And more,” he assured with a soft laugh.  “Best hundred rations I ever spent.”