#l said i might look silly but c looks So happy here

[m3tth4ws]

[the-suicidal-lizard]

Say No To This | Into The Spider-Verse! Spider-Man Noir X Spider-Woman! Reader|

Summary: (Y/N) is married and so it Peter Benjamin Parker, both from different dimensions. But, Peter can’t say no.

Warning: Smut, nudity, adultery, mentions of abuse, swearing, alcohol, and blackmail.

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse.

Based on: “Say No To This” by Lin-Mauel Miranda, sang by Jasmine Cephas.

Third Person POV.

She/Her pronouns for reader.

(Y/n) (l/N) looked to Melvin-John Watson, or as most people knew him MJ, she was setting the table for them and she was tense as she did.

(Y/n) married him about three years ago, and it had turned loveless and well, let’s just say whenever (y/n) went out to do Spider-Woman jobs, she stayed out longer in fear of what MJ would do to her.

She went missing for a couple of days. There's nothing like summer in the city, and someone under stress meets someone looking pretty - that’s when she met Spider-Noir, also known as Peter Benjamin Parker and of course the other Spider-Men, Woman, and Ham... or SP//DR.

Needless to say when she first met Peter Benjamin Parker she was smitten, but he was married to Mary-Jane in his dimension. So, she let it go.

But, things started getting worse in her relationship with her MJ, she was hurt emotionally and physically, the guy was out drinking every night, drunk and sleeping around.

It was one of those nights. As said, (y/n) had set out the meal and immediately complaints began.

The steak was overcooked, the wine was weak, the whipped garlic potatoes weren’t whipped enough. He got so angry that he stabbed the table with the steak knife and threw the plate at (y/n)‘s head, who dodged before it hit her. It flew at the wall and smash, food scattering the floor. Next was the red wine glass, staining the wall and carpet, then he stormed out with his keys and his phone, slamming the door.

(Y/n) sighed and looked down at her wrist, she constantly wore the dimension hopper Gwen and Peni made in case she ever needed to bolt and leave, though of course they thought the only use to was to meet up with each other. She never did leave, this might be the first time she considered it.

God, how pathetic. She’s Spider-Woman and she can’t even deal with her arsehole of a husband.

It was quiet late she knew that, and thought of which dimension wouldn’t mind her there. Peter B. was probably on a date with his MJ, so she wouldn’t want to risk him seeing her. Miles, Gwen and Peni are kids, she didn’t fancy stressing them. Porker was too silly and daft. Peter Benjamin Parker? He was the last option. His MJ was out of town for a month, and he said he was mainly on a break for now. Would he mind?

I mean; there's trouble in the air, you can smell it... And Peter Benjamin Parker’s by himself.

She had no time to think, she instead threw on her Spider-Woman uniform, and opened the portal to the grey scale dimension and hopped in. She greatly stuck out with her colour, so she’d have to hide but she needed to see someone.

(Y/n) rushed to the apartment buildings were Peter stayed, they had all visited a few times and so, she luckily remembered where she was going.

She swung up onto a fire escape and landed quiet, she gently tapped on the window with her gloved index finger. Maybe he wasn’t in? What then?

Peter hadn't slept in a week, he was weak, he was awake, hunched over his desk, writing away furiously on a case. You've never seen a bastard hero more in need of a break, longing for vengeance, missing his wife, grabbed the nearest gun. He sneaked out of his small, rundown office and looked to the window. He calmed down instantly seeing the brightly, (f/c) Spider-Woman at his window, smiling shyly and waving.

Peter smiled himself and set his gun down, and opened the window for her. Happy that Miss (y/f/n) walked into his life.

“(Y/f/n)? What are you doing here?”

Ah yes, she never told anyone of her marriage to MJ Watson. Guess tonight she was finally going to come clean. She said;

“I know you are a man of honour, I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone…” Sighed (y/n), shoulders slouched.

Peter frowned and held a hand out, he wouldn’t and couldn’t lie, (y/n) was a very pretty dame, but he’s married. She took his hand as she was helped in.

“Would you like anything to eat? Drink? How about a hooch?” He asked, sitting her down on his run down sofa.

“Whiskey sounds perfect.” She replied, throwing her head back, her (h/l), (h/c) hair brushing against the heading.

Peter poured two glasses, he might as well, and set them down on the table, no coasters needed.

“What’s up, Doll?” He asked, looking into her bright, (e/c) eyes. He may not know exactly what colour her blinkers were, but he couldn’t lie he got lost in them. They always shined brightly, sun or moon, like little stars.

(Y/n) took a gulp of her drink and sighed, “I guess it’s time I confess... I’m married.”

“You’re married?” He asked heartbroken, why though? He’s married to MJ, he’s happy. Right?

“Was, sorta...” She said, “my husband’s doin’ me wrong. Beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me... Suddenly he’s up and gone, I don’t have the means to go on.” Not exactly a lie, MJ was still very much in her life, but it was loveless and based on abuse. He left constantly, so... technically the truth. She gulped the last of her drink.

Peter frowned, when he saw that twit he’s gonna give him lead poisoning! He helped her up and offered her a loan, and gave her thirty dollars he had socked away.

“I know it’s not much but —“

“No, Pete I couldn’t —“

He covered her mouth, “I insist. I’ll take you home, okay?”

“You’re too kind, Pete.” Pete, what a lovely nickname.

She lived one dimension away, so offered to walked her home, he opened the portal to her dimension and the two swung to her place, a small flat in a remote location. The lights were off and the car wasn’t there. MJ was still out, thank god.

“This ones mine, Pete.” (Y/n) whispered, as they landed on her pathway.

Peter nodded, a dark grey shade tinting his cheeks ever so slightly as he looked at her gorgeous (b/t) stems. The legs of her suit made her entire body— no. He’s married.

“Well I should head back home.” Peter mumbled, but (Y/n), in a burst of confidence, pulled Peter inside. Maybe it’s that whiskey that gave her confidence?

(Y/n) went red, she led him to her bed, she let her legs spread and said, “stay?”

“Hey.” Peter’s face had turned a darker grey.

“Hey.” She said back teasingly.

Peter stared as she began to unzip her costume slowly.

‘Lord, show me how to say no to this.’ He prayed silently, ‘I don’t know how to say no to this.’

(Y/n)’s spider suit was off and her hair was loose and slightly messy, only her underwear was on.

‘But my God, she looks so helpless. And her body’s saying, “hell, yes”...’ Peter thought, slowly moving over to (y/n). No, he should say no to this...

He should go, he backed up but (y/n) was in front of him. How can he say no to this? ‘In my mind I’m trying to go, then her mouth is one mine and I don’t say —‘

All thoughts cut off, her lips were on his and her found himself kissing back.

No! No! Say no to this!

Her backed up against the bed, her on her back as he hovered over her. She slowly pulled off his clothes and kissed his neck, making him groan.

No!

Both faces now red, well Peters in a grey scale and completely naked, he left hickeys down her neck, sucking harder on the more tender spots, eliciting louder moans. She scratched his back, leaving dark, grey nail marks down his spine and earned her low moans and gasping.

No!

She reached down and squeezed his ass, making him moan, and bite her ear, warning a gasp.

Say no to this!

“Oh god, Peter! Please just —“ He kissed again and spat on his hand, he slowly fingered and rubbed her vagina, making sure she was stretched. He then slowly pushed into her, making her gasp and arch her back.

He moaned and hid his face into the crook of her neck. Mary-Jane long gone from his thoughts.

No! No! Say no to this!

She kissed his neck, leaving grey toned hickeys on his neck as he slowly began to thrust. Moans and gasps filled the roam.

“Oh (y/n)!” He moaned out.

She dug her nails into his hips, once he hit her g-spot, “h-harder! Oh god, harder Peter!”

Peter suddenly rammed into her, making her cry out in pleasure, as he kissed her again.

No! No! Say not to this!

His grey tongue explored her pink mouth, and she ran her hands through his hair, as he gripped her thighs. He continued to slam into her, making her shaky and weak, moaning into the kiss.

No! No! Say not to this!

They climaxed at the same time with a loud moan of each other’s names, before Peter promptly fell next to her.

That was the best pitching woo he had ever had, and wow...

(Y/n) cuddled up to him in his side and gently rested her hand on his chest, drawing patterns into his pecks, while he gently caressed her hips.

That’s when he froze, he was still wearing his wedding ring and she was wearing hers. MJ left her, he and his MJ were still together and — oh god!

He isn’t dizzy for this dame, he’s married and very much in love with MJ! At least that’s what he tells himself.

He also tells himself that this is the first and last time he does this, he felt awful cheating on MJ but, then again... He’s not felt like this in years.

The two fell asleep, curled up in bed together and Peter left early the next morning.

..........

(Y/n) realised she messed up and felt sick to her stomach knowing she ruined whatever friendship she had with Peter and his relationship with MJ. It’s all her fault.

Her MJ still wasn’t back, which allowed for her to show ever slowly and try to wash away all the bad memories of last night.

She should just leave Melvin-John, but she couldn’t. He knew who she was and he could out her to everyone, he could ruin her. Not to mention everything was under his name, and she would have nowhere else to go.

MJ didn’t show up all day, and when it was 1:00 am, she decided to call him, make sure he was alive.

Her phone rang a few times until he eventually picked up.

“Whaaat the fuck do yoou want?” MJ slurred, stumbling over something, of course (y/n) only heard.

“I-i was just checking you was okay and s-safe... I-I’m sorry.” She apologised, biting her thumb nail, “h-how long will you be out f-for...?”

MJ coughed suddenly, “howeverrrr long I wan’! Couple o’ weeks!” He squealed at the end and burped, then hung up abruptly.

Weeks? She would be alone for weeks? No MJ, and no Parker’s, or anyone. She certainly couldn’t show her face after what she and Peter did.

And Peter felt the same. He locked himself in his office, hunched over, working tiredly over a case that wasn’t his case to solve.

His thoughts were filled with (y/n), and how gorgeous her hair is and her smile, her gorgeous, soft, (l/c) lips. Her soft, smooth, (s/c) and — he shook his head.

For three days he hadn’t left and for the first time in thee days he thought of MJ, and how she’ll feel once she found out.

Peter set his pen down and sighed, running a hand through his hair and got dressed in his Spider-Man suit and went out.

He opened the colourful portal to (y/n)‘s world and went in. He immediately went to her house.

(Y/n) was opening a window, dressed as Spider-Woman and her shoulders slouched. She had been alone for days.

Peter rushed over and appeared in front of her, “(n/n).”

“Peter!” She squealed in shock but was silenced when he pulled up their masks and kissed her.

(Y/n) didn’t hesitate and kissed back, arms wrapping around his neck, and his arms around her waist.

Peter pinned her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses and bites, making her gasp and moan.

She took off his hat and jacket, pushing him down on the sofa. She took off her suit slowly, while he hurriedly took off his.

(Y/n) attacked his neck and chest with love bites, making him moan, his fingers finding her hips as she slowly lowered onto him and kissed him roughly.

He moaned into the kiss, as he thrust-ed up, making her moan, riding on him, god he could get used to this.

Peter flipped them and kissed down the valley between her breasts, thrusting every so often and leaving love bites in his trail.

He kissed her breasts and gently suckled on her nipple, making her gasp and moan, throwing her head back.

Peter slammed into her, making her moan loudly, “oh harder!”

Peter was happy to oblige and slammed into her again, harder and moan into her neck, as she moan louder, digging her nails into his shoulders.

“You’re so perfect, (y/n).” Peter groaned out, kissing her jawline.

“A-and you’re incredibly handsome!” (Y/n) moaned.

(Y/n)‘s walls tightened and they climaxed together.

Peter wished he could say that was the last time, but he said that last time. It became a pastime.

Every day the two would meet in either dimension, have some fun together in the way that you’re probably thinking, with a few rooftop dates in between.

Whenever the Spider-Gang would meet up, there was secret touchingly between them, a hand on her lower back, a hand on his upper arm.

..........

It was a month into this endeavour, and after one particularly long and fun night in bed together, Peter rushed home saying he was busy on a case. The two kissed each other goodbye as he ran out.

(Y/n) hugged her pillow close and smiled like an idiot, she was helplessly in love with him. Even if he wasn’t with her.

She fell asleep after that and didn’t wake up until the next day, when she was awoken with a smashed liquor bottle over the bed, in which she covered her head quickly.

She sat up and froze, her husband was there holding a black and grey scale hat, that was a bit static-y from Peter Benjamin Parker’s dimension.

“MJ —“

“Who the fuck are you sleeping with?!” He yelled, yanking her up by her wrists, “it’s one of the spider fucks, isn’t it?!”

“No, no, I just —“

Melvin threw her down, “which one?!” He grabbed the lamp and held it above his head and (y/n) curled into a ball.

In a state of panic she yelled, “Spider-Noir!”

MJ froze and smashed the lamp next her head, then stormed out angrily.

(Y/n) took a shaky breath, unsure of what to do. Maybe if she had said no to her desires earlier on, everything would be fine.

Later that night, (y/n) went to meet with all the spiders. She put on her suit and grabbed Peter’s hat, just as MJ walked up to her.

She tensed as he gave her kiss, gently brushing her wrist that was holding the hat, “I’ll see you soon.”

(Y/n) opened the portal and stepped through, appearing in Aunt May’s house in Miles’ dimension. She set down the hat and jumped next to Gwen and Peter B, “hey guys.”

Peter-Noir’s face lit up behind his mask, especially as through the night, the two ended up sitting next to each other and secretly held hands.

The night came to an end, (y/n) leaving a few minutes before everyone else.

Peter saw his hat and picked it up, he must’ve left it at (y/n)‘s and she gave it back. He smiled at the thought of her. God, he was so dizzy with a dame.

He looked down and noticed it a letter, he took it out and noticed it wasn’t (y/n)‘s writing, this looked like it was done by someone who wasn’t sure on proper English or writing skills.

Peter went home; it had his name on it, and opened the letter there in confusion. He had a received a letter? Even better, it said;

Dear Sir,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me: down on their luck. You see, that was my wife who you decided to

“Fuuuu—“ Peter’s eye’s widened.

Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold. So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled. And hey, you can keep seein’ my whore wife, if the price is right: if not I’m telling your wife.

Melvin-John Watson.

Peter hid the letter - from a Mr. Melvin-John Watson, even better - and he raced out of his dimension.

..........

“You did what?!” Cried (y/n) looking at MJ, half dressed in her suit.

“I let Peter know I know everything. Have fun with him.” Scoffed MJ, leaving the house.

Peter rushed in a moment later, missing MJ, and saw (y/n), tears in her eyes and her hair messed.

He glared and grabbed her shoulders, he screamed, “how could you?!” in her face.

“No, Pete!” She yelled.

Half dressed, apologetic. A mess, she looked pathetic, she fell to her knees and she cried out, “please don’t go, Pete!” She looked terrified.

“So was your whole story a setup?” Snarled Peter, upset and angry, as he genuinely fell in love with her.

“I don’t know about any letter!” (Y/n) cried out, Peter hadn’t even mentioned a letter, making him angry.

“Stop crying! Goddamn it, get up!” Peter yelled, looking at (y/n).

“I didn’t know any better!” She cried out in defence.

“I am ruined...” Peter choked out.

“Please don’t leave me with him!” Begged (y/n), crying giving Peter an answer immediately. The story wasn’t a set up and she went about her desires the wrong way.

“I am helpless.” They said together, looking to each other.

But his thoughts flashed to his wife, “how could I do this?!”

“Just give him what he wants and you can have me!” (Y/n) yelled taking off her suit completely.

“I don’t want you.” Lied Peter.

“Whatever you want!” She cried, moving over to him.

“I don’t want you!” He lied, turning to her slowly.

“If you pay, you can stay!”

‘Lord, show me how to say no to this.’ Peter thought as she wrapped her arms around him, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“The situation’s helpless... And your body’s screaming, “Hell, yes”.” He mumbled into her her neck. ‘No, show me how to say no to this,’ he thought. “How can I say no to this?”

Once she sat him down on his bed, there was nowhere he could go, and her bodies on his, he didn’t say no.

Peter undressed quickly and slipped into her instantly making the two moan.

No!

“Yes!” Peter moaned out, while (y/n) kissed his neck with a quiet, “yes” of her own.

No!

Peter leaned down setting her on her back and thrust-ed in again, “yes!” He moaned, as she dragged her nails down her back and she moaned out a quiet “yes.”

No!

He slammed against her g-spot, making her cry out, “yes!” And he moaned out, “yes” when she tightened around him.

One last thrust had them reaching their climax with a loud, “yes!” From both and they lay next to each other.

The duvet covered his waist and her chest, she faced the wall and Peter wrapped arm arm around her waist.

(Y/n) was the first to fall asleep one thought on her mind, ‘I don’t say no to this.’

Peter stayed awake and stared at her face and lay down again, pulling her closer. He really was in love with her as he thought,  ‘I don’t say no to this.’

There was nowhere else to go...

MJ walked into the room and leaned against the door noticing (y/n) and Peter in bed together, naked.

“So?” MJ asked, making Peter look over to him, then back at (y/n).

They were both in helpless situations, MJ would out her to the world as Spider-Woman, and him to his wife that he was cheating. MJ would go back to hurting her and both (y/n) and Peter would be helpless for each other.

His eyes softened looking at (y/n) and reached into his pocket bringing out a stack of money, “nobody needs to know.”

He doesn’t say no to her.

[beneathstarryskies]

Hatake Kakashi NSFW Alphabet

Once again, I was bored so this was not a request. However, gotta shout out @actuallysaiyan because so many of these headcanons came from conversations we've had about Kakashi.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Anything you might want or need right after, Kakashi is here for you. He’s already getting you a glass of water and a washcloth before you even think to ask, and don’t even bother trying to get it yourself.

The cuddling and pillow talk while bathing in the afterglow is so soothing to him. He’s happy to lay beside you for hours just talking nonsense and playing with your hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Kakashi doesn’t have much of a preference. He has noticed how much you like tugging on his hair when he’s got his face buried between your thighs and he likes that shit so much.

Kakashi can’t choose between your tits or your thighs. He loves laying his head on both while you play with his hair or rub his back. He also likes to have his face buried between both parts. Don’t make him choose.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kakashi is really happy to cum wherever you would prefer him to do it. He doesn’t have a preference because as far as he’s concerned it’s a win no matter what. You look good with his cum painting your skin and it feels wonderful when you swallow. Cumming inside of you is very intimate, and he really likes that about it. However, for the same reason he likes it, he’d also probably be kind of shy about it at first. He would definitely ask about it and make sure you’re okay with it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kakashi reads smut in public. He doesn’t really keep his dirty secrets very secret.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kakashi is more sexually experienced than one would assume. It’s always been casual and usually, he’s never seen them again. He tried to use sex to mend himself but found he just felt lonelier than ever. The thing that’s new to him is actual intimacy.

Again, he reads smut in public. He knows what to do. Not to mention he’s very perceptive and he will pick up on how you react to certain things easily.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kakashi has a lot of positions he likes, but he does like any position in which you’re riding him. He’ll grip onto your hips to guide your pace, digging his short fingernails into your skin as he gets closer to cumming.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kakashi can sometimes get nervous and crack silly little jokes, but for the most part, he tries to be more focused and serious.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kakashi is not super hairy naturally. He does have a little silver happy trail leading into a small patch of darker gray pubic hair that’s just barely noticeable. It doesn’t require much grooming.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When Kakashi fucks you, he makes you feel as though you’re the only person in the whole world. He’ll whisper in your ear how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. Long, languid, open-mouthed kisses are frequent.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really jack off very much. Even when he was single, it just never did it for him. Sometimes when he feels stressed he’ll do it as a way to relax. Other than that, it’s just not something he does a lot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kakashi loves it when you wear lingerie for him, especially anything that’s lace or silk.

He’d also really like playing around with blindfolds, bondage, and overstimulation. He’d like for you to do those things to him just as much as he’d like to do them to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place to do it is your apartment, but as for the specifics, he’s not picky. On the couch, kitchen table, bending you over the counter, in the shower, on the bed. He really doesn’t care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Kakashi loves it when you whisper naughty things in his ear, especially out in public. He’ll think about it all day. Also, anytime you do something sweet/nurturing for him he would just want you immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kakashi isn’t huge on degradation. Also, he wouldn’t want to do anything to inflict pain on you and definitely wouldn’t want it done to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to give you oral. He would stay between your thighs until you’re so overstimulated that your thighs are basically squeezing his head. He loves it, and he’s very good at it.

As far as receiving, Kakashi is mess as soon as your mouth is around him. He’ll be moaning and lightly thrusting deeper down your throat. His hands would tangle in your hair and he’d whisper, “Feels so good. So fucking good.”

He’s almost embarrassed by how quickly you can get him to the brink. The man is just so damn touch-starved, and he never gets enough. He’s pretty good about warning you when he’s about to cum, but sometimes his mind just goes blank.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He tends to be more slow and sensual. Of course, he has his moments where he just wants to bend you over the nearest surface and pound into you. This just isn’t his typical mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kakashi prefers longer sessions, but sometimes they can be fun. Remember when he gave Team 7 the bell test and then he disappeared during lunch? Yeah, you were definitely having a quickie in the woods.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kakashi kind of just likes what he likes. He’d be game to experiment, but he has certain boundaries he won’t cross.

As far as risks, it would really depend on what the risk is. Getting caught? Nope, he would die from the embarrassment. There’s a difference between reading Icha Icha in public and actually getting caught fucking.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kakashi is kind of embarrassed because at first, he cums kind of quickly. He gets better about lasting longer as time goes on, but if you do things just right he’ll still cum quickly. He makes up for it by being able to go multiple rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

During your relationship, he’s accumulated blindfolds, rope, and a vibrator. He will happily use them on you, and let you use them on him as well.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the biggest fucking tease. Kakashi loves teasing you and will do so for as long as he wants. You’ll basically have tears in your eyes begging him to fuck you or let you cum before he gives in. He’s very smug about it too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud. He’ll let out some moans and mutter some dirty talk. Other than that, he’s pretty tame with noises.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If Kakashi has gotten a good night’s sleep (which is SUPER RARE) he will wake up feeling really horny. More than once you’ve woken up with him sleepily grinding against you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Kakashi is about 8 inches long with average girth. He’s got a nice curve that allows him to easily hit all the most sensitive spots inside you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Kakashi is depressed, so his sex drive isn’t always going to be the highest. More often than not, he’s yearning for touch and comfort more than he is sex. That being said, when he is horny he’s very horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Kakashi generally just doesn’t sleep well. So he’ll probably lay beside you for a couple of hours just listening to you breathe before he falls asleep.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 3: Plan B

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 5.1k

Warnings for this chapter: language (jk will continue to have a potty mouth), a gun, attempted murder

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @sugaslittlekookies @jaebeomsblackgf @moon-asia

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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"Excuse m-me, sir."

Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him.

You're clutching a piece of paper in your hands as a smile spreads on your face when you look at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught.

"Th-This is for you." You hold out the paper.

Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the initial shock leaves his body, he tears his eyes away from you and looks down at what you gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target.

What the hell is this?

"Uh-"

"I hope it isn't c-creepy. I j-just thought it might make you s-smile." You brighten when he looks back down at the picture.

Jungkook swallows thickly.

On the piece of notebook paper, is a terribly drawn picture. But that isn't what's gotten his attention. On it, is an image of what he can only guess to be himself, sitting on a bench.

He looks back up at you, "Um, I don't understand..." His voice gives out on him as he fights the urge to bolt. Everything about this situation is telling him to run. You know him. You've known he was following you.

But you aren't outright telling him that you know...

What the hell does he do now?

You smile shyly, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. "I know it m-must seem weird. But p-please let m-me explain."

He nods uncertainly, forcing his feet to stay planted where he is.

"Ok," You wring your hands together and he watches in confusion as you blink a few times. "O-Ok, I like to d-draw. And sometimes when I d-don't have anything else to draw, I draw p-people. Then I give them the p-picture as a present to make them h-happy!" You bounce a little on the balls of your feet.

"But-..." Jungkook scratches his neck. "When did you do this?" He's starting to think maybe he's out of the line of fire. Perhaps he jumped to conclusions and you don't suspect him of following you at all.

You put a finger to your chin as you think about that. Then you tap your cheek, blinking hard a few times. "Mmm, I think it was Wednesday? Maybe Thursday..." You start mumbling to yourself.

Jungkook raises a brow, watching you curiously.

He looks around, no one seems to be paying attention to the two of you. Good, he can't be seen as one of the last people to be with you.

You suddenly speak up again, drawing his attention back to you.

"W-Well, anyway. I decided to m-make it and give it to you b-because you looked sad. Are y-you lonely?" You look up at him with big eyes and he blinks, looking away for a second to regain his composure.

Damn, she's nosy.

Jungkook clears his throat and looks back at you, "I'm not lonely. And as much as I appreciate the thought, I don't need this." Then he shoves the picture into your chest, making you flinch and grab it.

"Have a good day." He says curtly, then he turns and walks as quickly as he can away from the situation.

After a minute of walking, Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief to be out of that. He messed up. Now he really needs to get this done quickly before the target figures anything out for real this time.

The relief is short-lived though. A second later, he flinches when he hears a voice calling out to him and the sound of feet running.

"Wait! Mister, p-please wait!"

Jungkook pulls his hat down further and picks up his pace, trying to find a crowd he can lose you in.

He's squeezing in-between people and pushing past others, ignoring their sounds of annoyance. Then a hand grabs the sleeve of his jacket and he internally groans.

Shit, she's fast.

Jungkook shakes you off of him and turns to glare at you.

 "What?" He snaps.

You blink and cock your head to the side for a second before straightening it out, a crooked smile forming on your face.

"I w-wasn't able to introduce m-myself." You state simply.

Jungkook audibly sighs, "Look, I'm busy."

"Oh." Your face falls and he resists the urge to roll his eyes.

You look at the ground for a second, then you look back at him, your eyes bright again and the smile back on your face. "P-Please, take the picture. I have n-no room in my bag f-for it."

Jungkook sighs again and snatches the picture out of your hands, "Fine. Happy?" He waves it in the air before folding it and sticking it in his jacket pocket.

You nod happily, "My n-name is ____."

 I know.

"Alright." He looks away, trying to give you the hint that he's done with the conversation.

"What's y-your name?"

Gosh, she never shuts up, does she?

"Jungkook."

...

...

...Fuck.

Why in the literal hell would he say his real name just now?

He wasn't thinking. He just wanted you to shut up. 

You see the look of pure panic on his face and laugh to make him feel better, "Nice t-to meet you, J-Jungkook." He must have trouble talking with people, you think. 

"Ok, well yeah, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the picture. Goodbye." He turns and all but runs off, finally disappearing into a crowd.

You watch him go into the big crowd and you smile, he was so kind. Giggling and looking down at your fingers, you turn and start making your way home. _______________

Jungkook hauls ass all the way back to his place, constantly making sudden turns and glancing around to make sure you're not hot on his heels.

When he finally makes it up the stairs and into his apartment, he locks the door and yanks his shoes off, hurling them at the front door and flinching when they slam against it loudly.

There aren't enough curse words in his vocabulary for him to scream into his pillow that would satisfy him right now. He starts to shake, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his brain goes into overdrive trying to figure out what to do now.

He's never been caught.

Not once. 

He's never even been close to getting caught. 

In and out, one and done.

That's how it's always been for him.

Jungkook takes his hat off and tosses it onto the tiny dining table, then he walks over to his bed and flops onto it, face down.

"I quit." He mumbles into the comforter forlornly.

Then he lays there for a minute, contemplating everything.

"I can't quit..." He mutters to himself a second later.

It's impossible.

He can't quit.

He just needs to get it over with tonight.

No more hesitating, no more distractions, no more overthinking. It doesn't matter that she saw his face and knows his name. She'll be dead by morning anyway, and it's not like her friend is here for her to tell anything about him to.

Once he's calmed himself down enough to think clearly, Jungkook gets up and moves to his closet to pull out the safe. He puts in the code and it swings open when he gives it a little tug. He takes out the gun that he failed to use the other night, then he unloads it, pouring the little bullets onto his bed. Jungkook counts them before reloading them, then he dumps them out again, counting them before once again reloading them.

He does this whenever he needs to think, it helps him concentrate. When he's unloaded and reloaded it four times, he's finally able to take a deep breath. He sits on the edge of his bed, his head hanging for a minute before he lifts it and stares at the wall. _______________

When you get home, you kick your shoes off and head straight to the kitchen to grab a snack. You grab a little drinkable yogurt and grin as you open it up and take a sip. 

Then you move to sit on your couch, still gently sipping your yogurt. When you're almost halfway done with your snack, you pull out your phone and text Mina. 

You 4:32- Mina, I met someone today ^-^

Then you toss your phone next to you and grab your TV remote, turning it on you quickly find the drama you're currently binging and you hit play. 

After a few minutes, you hear your phone bling. You pause the show and grab it to see Mina has answered you. 

Mina 4:40- YOU WHAT? WHO

You laugh quietly and you're typing a reply when a picture of you and Mina making silly faces pops up on the screen and the ringtone you made special for her starts ringing. You answer it quickly, laughing when she shouts through the phone immediately. 

"WAS IT A BOY??" She shrieks, almost breaking your eardrums.

"Y-Yeah." You can feel the blush creeping up your neck at her next words.

"Is he cute? Is he single?"

"M-Mina!" You cry in embarrassment, "It isn't l-like that." 

You hear a disappointed sigh leave her lips, "Well, what is it like then?" She asks in curiosity. 

"I gave him a p-picture that I drew. He t-took it, Mina! He didn't say I was c-creepy like the other girl did." You're grinning from ear to ear. 

She laughs quietly as she realizes what this is about. "Ohh, so you drew a picture of him and gifted it to him?"

"Yup!"

"That's so sweet of you, ____. And he actually took it?" 

You nod, then remember she can't see you. 

"Y-Yes, he took it. He said th-thank you, and he told m-me his name!"

Mina laughs again at your excitement, "What's his name?"

"Jungkook."

"Ohhh," There's a teasing hint to her tone, "Sounds like a name fit for a cute guy. So, was he cute?" 

You bite your lip then whisper, "Uh, yes. He was c-cute." 

"Awww! ____ has her first cruuuush!" Mina shrieks again and you shake your head. 

"No, Mina. I d-don't have a crush on h-him! I just thought he was n-nice. He seemed like he would m-make a good friend." You pull at the hem of your skirt, your knees tucked up to your chin. 

You hear her giggle on the other side, then her tone turns serious. "Ok, you're right ____. No man is good enough to date my sweet best friend. Don't you dare pursue him until I get there and give my approval!"

You roll your eyes, "I'm not going to p-pursue him at all, silly."

You two chat for a couple of minutes, then you let her go because you both need to figure something out for dinner soon. 

You decide to finish the episode of the drama, but you can't resist and watch a few more after it. By the time you're able to peel your eyes away from the TV, the sun is starting to go down. You rub your eyes in confusion, I didn't realize how many episodes I watched. 

You stretch your arms above your head and yawn, "Ah, I should g-get some d-dinner," You stand up to go to your kitchen and scrounge around. You come up with a few pieces of celery, half a jar of kimchi, and one hard-boiled egg. 

You scrunch your nose at the emptiness of the fridge. You'll just have to go to the grocery store tomorrow. But until then, you decide to just go out and get something to eat for dinner and maybe find something for your lunch tomorrow. 

You pull your tennis shoes on and grab your bucket hat, plopping it onto your head. It doesn't go with the rest of your pastel outfit, but you don't really care. If it's comfy, then it's a win for you. 

Then you take your bag and sling it over your shoulder. Remembering to lock the door, you leave and head down the stairs. _______________

Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand as he takes the fishcake skewer and hands his money to the man. Then he bows and turns to make his way through the crowds of people that always come out at night in Seoul. 

He finds a bench in a park a little ways from the hustle and bustle of the city, so he sits there and takes a deep breath of the crisp evening air. Jungkook takes a bite of his fishcake, chewing it thoughtfully as he goes over the new plan of action in his head. 

A few people pass by while he sits there, one of them is a small girl with her mother. She reminds Jungkook of that little girl, Mi-Rah, from the other day. His throat constricts when he remembers the child's words to him. Then he scoffs and takes another bite of fishcake, chewing it aggressively. If that annoying kid hadn't distracted him, he wouldn't be sitting out here right now trying to come up with a new plan...stupid. 

Jungkook finishes his food, then he stretches his long limbs out, grunting from exhaustion. This hit is really taking a mental toll on him for literally no reason at all. He can't wait to be done with it. 

He rubs his hands together and stands up, stretching a bit more before heading in the direction of the target's home. 

He's going to finish this. 

Tonight. 

When Jungkook is a few blocks from her apartment, he slows down and glances around before slipping into the dark alleyway from the other night. Once he's in the dark, he slips the gun from his pocket and checks the bullets. It's an obsessive thing at this point, but it makes him feel more secure. 

He slides the last bullet back in, then-

"Jungkook?"

The gun clatters to the ground with a loud sound as Jungkook whips around to see the one person he doesn't want to see at this moment. 

Gosh fucking damn it all to hell. 

You're standing there, looking up at him from under your bucket hat. Jungkook scans you quickly, noticing you're still in your light yellow skirt and pink blouse from earlier. You have some bags in your hands as you smile at him. 

You don't seem to have taken notice of the fact that he literally just dropped the gun he was going to shoot you with. So, Jungkook quickly kicks it to the side, relieved when it slides behind a bag of trash. 

"Uhm, hi...____, right?" It takes all his willpower not to fumble over his words after being caught for the second time on the same day.

You nod happily at the fact that he remembered your name, "Yes! F-Funny to run into y-you again!"

Jungkook chuckles dryly, "Yeah, what a coincidence."  

You gesture to him with one of the bags in your hands, "D-Do you live n-near here?" 

Jungkook's nose twitches, but he keeps a straight face. "No, I just...I was out for a walk." 

"Ohh! Night walks are th-the best." 

"Mhm.." Jungkook looks around, trying to figure out what he should do. Maybe he should just do it now...yeah, that's the best idea. 

"So, what did you buy?" Jungkook asks suddenly, gesturing towards your bags. You take the bait instantly and brighten, bending down to place your bags on the ground so you can show him. 

The second you aren't looking, Jungkook crouches and grabs the gun from behind the trash bag he kicked it towards.

"Well, now. L-Let me see." You're crouched on your heels, looking through the bags. Jungkook cocks the gun and raises it, his finger on the trigger. 

"I've g-got an apple, that was from the k-kind old woman at the fruit s-stand-"

He's about to pull it when another voice rings out in the alley. 

"Miss ___! Is that you?"

Jungkook quickly brings the gun down, switching it to safety and stuffing it into the front of his pants. Clearly, he isn't thinking straight right now. 

You look up at that moment and glance behind Jungkook before a smile of recognition lights up your face. "Ohh! Mr. Ch-Chang! What are y-you doing out this l-late at night?"

Jungkook bites his lip in pure frustration and turns to see an older man smiling at the pair of you. "I was taking my trash out, and I thought I'd heard your voice coming from over here."

You grab your bags and scoot past Jungkook to greet the older man properly, "It's s-so nice to see you. It's b-been a l-long time!" 

Mr. Chang smiles and nods, "It has indeed. And who is this handsome young fellow?"

He looks around you at Jungkook, who screams internally, not knowing anything that could make this situation worse. 

"That's m-my new friend, Jungkook."

Oh, ok. So, that makes it worse. Good. 

Not only was his plan foiled, but this old man now has a visual and a name to put to someone should anything happen to you. 

Great, just great. 

"Ah, it's very nice to meet you, Jungkook." Mr. Chang holds out a shaky hand and Jungkook takes it and gives it a shake. "Oh, this one's got a good shake." The old man winks at you and you laugh. 

Jungkook forces a smile onto his face. 

He's always been good at charming people, that's what makes him so good at his job. 

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Chang." He says politely. 

"Well, very good. Very good. What do you say we all get out of this creepy old alley? Let's get into the light." Mr. Chang leads you and Jungkook out until the street lamps pour golden artificial light onto the three of you. Jungkook wants to flinch away, it feels like the light is exposing all the dirty little secrets he's got hidden away. 

But he remains stoic. 

You and the man exchange a few words before Mr. Chang clears his throat, "Alright dear, I really am an old man, I must be heading to bed. Jungkook," Jungkook looks up from where he was staring at the ground, "Hm?"

"Be a good lad and walk my young friend home?" He looks at Jungkook with such kind and trusting eyes that Jungkook finds himself looking away. 

"Of course." He mumbles. 

This man doesn't suspect a thing. He has no idea that the guy he's asking to protect his friend is the one that was about to kill her for a hefty price, and would have if he hadn't been interrupted. 

"Thank you. You two stay safe and I'll see you again, ___." 

"Goodnight, M-Mr. Chang!" You wave to him as he slowly makes his way around the corner. Then you turn to Jungkook and smile. 

Jungkook briefly wonders if your cheeks ever get sore from smiling all the time. 

"I l-live this way." You raise an arm to the right, the bag hanging from it dangles. Jungkook nods, then he starts to walk. You need to jog to catch up to him, his long legs take huge strides as he hurries down the street. 

The walk is silent, you sensing that Jungkook isn't really in the mood to talk. But it takes a lot of willpower for you not to start asking him different questions to get to know him more. 

When you've finally reached the stairs that lead up to your apartment, you huff in a breath. 

"Hoo, I'm so t-tired." You laugh. 

Jungkook looks at you, his face unchanging. 

You hold up a bag, "Would y-you mind carrying th-this up for me? I'm sorry, it's gotten so h-heavy during the walk. And I n-never walk that f-fast."

Jungkook takes the bag with a sigh, then he turns and hurries up the stairs, leaving you to huff and puff up them slowly behind him.  

When you reach your door, Jungkook sets the bag down on the ground and turns to leave, "Have a good night." He mumbles. 

"W-Wait!"

He turns back to you, biting back another sigh. 

"Th-Thank you...for today." You say softly, a hint of a smile on your lips. 

"No problem." He says quickly before hurrying down the stairs and disappearing around a corner. 

You unlock your door and bring in the bags, lugging them to the kitchen to start unpacking them. As you put the stuff you bought where it belongs in the kitchen, you think back on your day. 

It's so crazy that when you were so lonely without Mina, you were able to talk to someone new! A spark of hope comes alive in your chest that maybe you've just made a new friend. Hopefully, you'll see him again and you can learn more about him. 

You're so curious to know more about this dark and lonely stranger. _______________

Jungkook opens the door to his apartment, walking in slowly. 

He shuts the door and locks it, then he pulls off his shoes and drops them by the front door. After that, he walks over to his bed, pulls his pants and shirt off, then climbs into bed. 

Wrapped up in his covers, Jungkook stares straight ahead into the darkness. 

"How the hell am I going to do this?" He whispers numbly. 

His head is spinning with new plans and everything that's happened today, but he can't grasp a single one of those thoughts as they race by. 

Hours pass by as Jungkook tries desperately to get his head clear enough for him to focus. Eventually, he passes out from pure exhaustion, falling into a fitful sleep.

 The next morning, the sun slips through the blinds. The birds are just starting to sing their morning songs, their pretty little voices waking up the rest of the world. 

Jungkook shoots straight up in bed, "That's it!" He shouts, then he claps his hand over his mouth, remembering how thin the walls are in this apartment complex. 

A smirk spreads across his face as he takes his hand down, "Ah, thank goodness." Jungkook almost laughs out loud in relief at finding another solution.

He jumps out of bed and runs to the shower. It ends up being the shortest shower he's ever taken, he doesn't have any time to waste.

When he gets out, Jungkook grabs a bottle of chocolate milk and a banana before hurrying to get dressed and out the door. _______________

Jungkook arrives at the school before you, so he gets a paper and sits on the bench, as usual, waiting for you to appear. 

It only takes ten minutes of waiting until he spots you across the street. Jungkook smiles to himself and waits patiently. Sure enough, you glance across the street and see him looking at you. 

You feel a warm spark in your chest when you see your new friend sitting on the bench across the street from the school. You wave happily, delighted when he smiles and waves back. Then, he stands up and jogs across the street until he's standing right in front of you. 

"Good morning, ____." 

"Hi, J-Jungkook!" The smile on his face makes your cheeks warm as you look down at your feet. 

Then you look back at him, "H-Hey, would you l-like to hang out t-today?" You ask suddenly, but hopefully, afraid he might turn you down instantly. 

Instead, Jungkook's smile grows and he nods, "Sure. I'll meet you out here when you're off work." 

"O-Ok." You grin at him, not expecting him to agree so fast. Then you look at the time, "I have t-to go. I'll see you l-later." 

He waves as you turn and hurry into the school. 

Jungkook can't stop the smirk from coming as he watches you disappear into the doors of the school. If you insist on talking to him and making him your friend, then he'll just have to go along with it. _______________

"Alright, m-my little ducklings! Time t-to pack up!" You clap your hands to get their attention. They all listen immediately, moving to get their bags put together and ready for home. 

A few minutes later, the school bell rings, signaling the end of the day. 

The kids squeal with happiness and you feel your own rush of excitement, remembering that you have a new friend to spend the rest of your day with. The kids get into line quickly and you give them each a punch in their reward cards as they file out the door. 

The second you step out of the school, leading the line of little ducklings behind you, you glance across the street, but you don't see Jungkook sitting there. 

You try not to think too much about it and focus on getting the kids into the correct lines for the busses. 

You wave to Joon Woo as he climbs into his father's car. He and his dad wave to you and smile before driving away. 

Then you look across the street again, but there still isn't any sign of Jungkook. 

You bite your lip before turning and walking into the school.

Gathering your things, you think about all the things you and Jungkook might be able to do to pass the time. You're so consumed in your thoughts that you don't notice the knock on your door. The second time the person knocks, louder this time, you hear it. 

"C-Come in!" You call out, sorting the last bits of the worksheets that the kids did today. The door opens and Mr. Baek from class A walks in. 

You look up and smile at him, "Good afternoon, Mr. B-Baek. How can I h-help you?"

He glares down his long nose at you, "Did you give any thought to what I said last week?"

"Um..."

What did he say last week...?

Oh...

"Oh, uhm. Mr. Baek, I still d-don't understand."

"What do you not understand about it?" He snaps. 

You flinch, then set down the stack of papers and stand up while grabbing your bag. "I th-thought maybe you'd had a b-bad day-"

Mr. Baek scoffs loudly, cutting you off. 

"You aren't that dense, sweetheart."

The way he says that makes your stomach turn, "Ok, I'm s-sorry that you're upset. I h-have s-somewhere to be. If y-you'll excuse me." 

You move around him and hurry out of the room before he can say anything else. You really aren't sure what's gotten into him, but you're going to avoid him until he's over it. 

When you walk down the steps to the school, you look around, but Jungkook isn't anywhere to be seen. You try not to let it get to you, this has happened before. 

The only person who has ever followed through on plans with you is Mina. 

You blink a few times, then you start making your way home. 

"Going home so soon?" 

You turn to see Jungkook standing behind you.

A smile spreads on your face at the sight of him. "I thought y-you'd left." You say slowly. 

He shakes his head and steps closer to you, " I always keep my promises."

You feel your chest lift at his words, finally someone that isn't going to leave you hanging. Then you readjust the bag on your shoulder, "W-What would you like t-to do?"

Jungkook frowns when he notices something off about you. He knows it's none of his business and he doesn't really care, but he's curious. 

"Did something happen?" He asks, taking you by surprise, "You look kind of upset."

At that, you smile bigger, "N-Nothing happened! I'm f-fine." 

"Ok." Jungkook doesn't buy it, but he doesn't push you any further. He doesn't care enough to. 

"So, w-what did you w-want to do?" You ask again, relieved he doesn't continue to ask you what's wrong. 

"You pick." Jungkook gives you a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. 

You decide to ignore that and clap your hands together, "W-Well, I'm hungry! How about we g-get some food?" 

Jungkook nods, "Food sounds great, do you know any good places?"

You laugh and try to send him a wink, though it's the worst wink he's ever seen. "Oh boy, I know e-exactly what we c-can eat."

Jungkook gestures forward, "Lead the way."

The two of you talk about the weather as you stroll through the city, making your way to one of your favorite food carts. You don't have much to talk about besides that. You're trying to come up with some questions to ask him once you've got your food. 

Once you arrive at the steamed bun cart, you break into a little run. Jungkook watches you skip over and jump in place once you're in line. 

She acts like a kid. 

He shakes his head but hurries over to you anyway. 

You tell him all your favorite kinds and he suggests you get them because they sound good to him too. When you take your card out to pay, Jungkook beats you to it. He hands the man some cash before you can even blink. 

"Oh, y-you don't have to do th-that."

"I know." He says simply, thanking the man once he hands him the bag of buns and his change.

You two walk to the park that he had followed you to the other day and find a spot on the green grass. You plop down and pat the spot next to you, indicating that he should sit as well. Jungkook sits down and hands you the bag. 

"Th-Thank you for b-buying it." You whisper shyly. 

Jungkook shrugs, "No problem. Which one should we try first?"

"Um, the pork ones a-are really g-good." You say, taking out the two pork buns. You hand one to him and he immediately takes a big bite, making you chuckle a little. 

"Mm, you're right. It's delicious." Jungkook says around a mouthful of food. 

You nod, glad that he likes it. Then you start to eat yours, thinking about which question you should ask him first. 

"So, how long have you been a teacher?" Jungkook asks you suddenly. 

You swallow the bite you were chewing, "I j-just started at the b-beginning of the school year in A-August. I graduated from c-college last year." 

Jungkook nods knowingly, "That's good. So, you must be around twenty-two?"

You nod, "I am t-twenty-two, yes. How o-old are you?"

"I turned twenty-three in September," Jungkook says before taking another bite. 

"Oh, n-nice. And what d-do you do f-for work?" You ask politely. 

Jungkook swallows the bite that feels like it's stuck in his throat at your question. "I work for a small business. I just take care of client's needs and stuff." 

You smile, "That's a g-good job."

He nods, finishing off his last bite. 

"It pays the bills."

Why is he suddenly uncomfortable? There's something about you that makes him nervous, but he can't tell what it is. 

No, this is on his terms. This is all part of the plan, he just needs to play along. He needs you to trust him.

Jungkook glances over at you as you stuff more food into your mouth.

This is gonna be easier than I thought. 

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a/n: thank you so much for all the support so far! I hope y’all liked this one

[glitch-zero]

Brahms Heelshire Nsfw Alphabet

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Oh, he’ll let you clean up, usually. But keep in mind that sex always will end in cuddles. No doubt about it. Even if you get up to shower, Brahms willl go and follow you in eventually, demanding as usual.

B: Bodypart (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Brahms loves his chest. His broad shoulders too. Makes him look all mighty and strong, which isn’t a lie.

Brahms also really likes it when you lay on said chest and shoulders.

His partner?... he can’t decide. Whatever he can hold and/or fondle is fair game in his eyes.

…

Though he does like a nice rack. And love handles.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Even if he’s caught up in the heat of the moment, Brahms still somewhat of a gentleman and will warn you when he’s about to bust one so you can avoid it; or direct it away from your face.

Though if given permission, this man will nut in you every chance he gets. He much prefers to fill you.

D: Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oh. Oh, this man is into watching you do everything. He’ll jerk off into your underwear while watching you shower. He’s a stinky man that can get away with jerking off behind a wall.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not experienced at all, but all that lack of sex in his earlier years makes it seem like he’s real good.

All that awkwardness dissolves once you get him going. If he’s on top, he can take the reigns.

F: Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

If you asked Brahms, (with the knowledge that he’ll freeze up and blush so hard his mask turns all hot), he would say he wouldn’t know. Whatever gets the job done.

But he does enjoy holding his partner’s hands. He’s adamant about that.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Brahms takes it pretty seriously. And even if he’s making a silly face during, it’s not going to stop him from drilling into you till you scream bloody murder.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Have you seen this man. Do you think this man, having an ungroomed head of hair, a thick ass beard, chest hair so thick it makes him sweat, has perfectly hairless junk.

He’s swamped down there.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate. Brahms loves proving how much he adores you. How much he wants to make sweet love to you. Now, he isn’t as poetic as that, but he loves to make sure you’re appreciated every second you’re screwing.

This man cannot fuck. He makes love that just happens to also include fucking your brains out.

J: Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

This man has the whole inner walls of the house to himself. He can drop trou and crank one out whenever he wishes, moaning as loud as he wants.

Then again, if you’re in the same room (expanded on letter K), he’ll pipe down and won’t be as vigorous.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

MAJOR VOYEUR. As I’ve said, this man can watch anyone and anything at all times behind the walls. He loves to watch you masturbate, hear you moan, hear you at your most private. Double points if you moan his name. (He actually might barrel out of the wall and spice things up, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.)

As much hype Brahms gives watching others, he doesn’t like to be watched. He likes to be in control, and he just doesn’t want to be spectated. Give this poor man some head.

Brahms’s other kinks include mild choking and clothing fetishism. He does like biting, but you’re going to have to fish that kink out of him. He’ll kill a man but there’s no way he’ll bite his beloved without consent.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

You’re alone in this giant mansion. You’re getting that Brahms cock everywhere.

But his favorite place? His room. He loves it, makes him feel good. Surrounded by his territory. You both are safe here, no one’s getting caught, even if it were possible.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s so easy to turn on. Brahms is so touched starved it’s not even funny at this point. Just tell him he looks ‘kinda hot’ and you’ve earned yourself a clingy, horny Brahms for the rest of the day.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Please don’t degrade him, oh my god he’s going to cry. He needs to be praised, he needs to be reinforced, tell what he’s doing is good. It’s more rewarding anyway for both parties.

Don’t light candles/use candle wax either, that should be a given. You can probably get away with incense, but even still.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Brahms enjoys head as much as the next guy, but the moment you show him some new trick or maneuver he’ll enjoy it a whole lot more. He’s a very dramatic receiver and will not stop looking at you. Hope you like eyes being burned into the crown of your head.

Don’t underestimate his giving skills though. He’s not well versed in oral, but the moment he hits your sweet spot he’s going to absolutely pounce on it. He can feign skill pretty well.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on how he’s feeling; Brahms doesn’t choose one over the other. His sweet innocent voice makes it seem like the latter, but don’t be surprised when you get the pounding of your life. It’s just how he is, be ready for both (unless you explicitly ask)!

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind a quickie! He’ll bend you over the dining table or pin you to the laundry room wall. Brahms is a big pushover though, and if you want to take it to the bedroom, he’ll carry you right over!

Brahms also enjoys quickies for the sake of how many positions can he get you in! All depends on the room.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not much to risk, unfortunately. Living in a big empty house, far away from the big city. He could fuck you on that tiny balcony as much as he wants, but there’s no risk of you both getting caught (plus it’s England and cold, don’t do it outside hello).

If there was a chance, even, he’s game. He’s been jerking off in the walls for years now without so much as a peep, he knows he can shush.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s always satisfied with a single round, but you better be in for the long haul if you want to wear him out for good. He loves your enthusiasm! But don’t be surprised if on round four you’re exhausted. Your determination is funny to Brahms, but he’s a horny man!

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Brahms totally would have a fleshlight, wouldn’t he. He’d be a creep and fix your underwear on it. But I don’t think he’d own one; he prefers to not leave the house and his parents would never buy such a crude item.

I think vibrators would be too overwhelming. He’d be happy to try, though. He’ll always humor you!

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Fuck yes, Brahms loves to tease. He’ll grab your waist, tickle your neck with his beard. He won’t take his mask off, but you can feel his hot breath emanating from inside.

He haaates being teased though. He gets all huffy, he immediately thinks that you want sex now, but when you step away to make lunch is the moment he gets cranky. How can you leave him like this!!! You know how easily worked up he gets!!!

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Very. Sure, you’d think Brahms prefers to be quiet during his life in the walls, but he’s just a ball of loud moans, ranging in severity. His voice gets all loud and squeaky, begging and whining, you’d wonder if he’s crying at this point.

W: Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Hugs are the only thing that doesn’t rile him up. He recognizes that hold as something sweet, something to treasure, something he’s never felt in so long. Brahms loves to be doted on.

Unless you buck on his hips. Oho, don’t get him started.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Bushy man. Decently thick. Perfectly rounded tip that has a slight curve. Cut. Seven inches when hard. Sports a noticeable thick vein trailing on the side.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Everything gets him hard. It’s not difficult to turn him on, just looking at his junk can make a night different.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Most of the time, he’ll park himself on the nearest nappable surface and pass out with you.

[darthmaulification]

boba fett NSFW alphabet

A/N: boba fett is just... *chef’s kiss* 😍😍 i want to hug and smooch him on the lips and have him absolutely rail me 🥴🥴

this is for post-sarlacc/mandalorian boba fett as well, and does primarily assume fem/afab!reader.

nsfw under the cut!!😘

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

Boba’s positively soft after sex. He takes care of you so so well, especially after particularly rough rounds, and will make sure you’re safe, warm, and comfortable. This usually means he cleans you up, either by running you a bath or wiping you down with a damp cloth, and massaging away any aches you may have obtained. Boba is also uncharacteristically talkative while he tends to your needs, and it’s all praise like “You did so well, cyare” and “Such a good girl” alongside clarifying questions like “Do you feel sore anywhere?” and “Would you like me to run a bath?”. Boba makes sure you are completely taken care of.

B = body part (what’s their favorite body part of their partner? what about themselves?)

Boba doesn’t have a favorite part of your body, because he’s easily able to mark it all up and he’s never been one to pick favorites, but I suppose he’s like any other man and does enjoy your... feminine curves, so to speak. He particularly likes your hips, ass, and thighs, if not only that he’s able to spank them, nibble on them, grab onto them while he’s fucking you silly... it’s also because he loves watching them sway as you walk. There’s a certain perfect sashay mixed with a slight jerk in your gait that Boba loves to watch, how your thighs ripple slightly with each step, how your ass does the same, and how those perfect hips of your rock side to side... Yeah... there’s something perfect there.

If Boba had to chose a favorite part of his body and not say “The whole damn thing!”, he’d pick his arms and hands. They’re what he does everything with, how he handles his blasters and jet pack, how he handles fighting, how he handles you, etc etc. Boba’s hands and arms are where every skill of his is practiced and carried out, the limbs that can do anything. He finds a slight pride in that. Also, Boba knows you also enjoy his arms, so he finds it very amusing to flex for you every once in a while to get you blushing.

C = cum (basically anything to do with cum)

Boba Fett cums a lot, and he makes sure all of it ends up inside you. He finds it incredibly satisfying to dominate you in such a way, being able to paint your insides white, to claim you and your pussy as his. Boba also has a slight breeding kink, so he makes sure none of his cum goes to waste, sometimes pushing it back into you when it leaks out. 

D = dirty secret (what’s their dirty secret?)

Boba will probably never tell you this explicitly, most likely you will pick up on it with every breadcrumb he leaves, but Boba loves you so fucking much. He has so so much love for you it makes his heart bleed with the intensity. He’s never loved someone with all his being before, never cared this hard in his life. Boba may not even be able admit it to himself, love is a word that has brought him so much pain. But he loves you, he loves you, he loves you... Cyare, mesh’la, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum...

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. Boba has had many many sexual partners over his lifetime, so he knows exactly what he’s doing and his way around your body. Having the “tall, dark, and handsome” allure as a bounty hunter really helped him with this.

F = favorite position (what’s their favorite position?)

Boba has a couple positions he usually defaults to, all of which he enjoys. They are:

Leap frog. This is a close one for being his favorite position. Boba likes to keep you beneath him, for control, and when your flat on your chest, arms either trapped under your body or above your head, hips hitched up just enough to allow him access... well, that gives him all the control he could dream of. When you’re like this, Boba fucks the life out of you, draping over you to kiss your back and neck all while one hand is nestled around the front to toy with your clit. He also loves how desperate for more friction you get with this one.

Doggy style. He likes the control this position gives him, how he’s able to command you into it, set the pace, decide when you are allowed to come undone. Boba also likes being able to grab your hips and knead your ass as he rails you, leaving fingerprint bruises on your skin. He also likes spanking you and pulling at your hair. He also keeps a couple firm, large fingers against your clit, rolling that sensitive bud between them.

Missionary. Boba enjoys basic missionary because A) you’re smooshed under him, B) it gives him the ability to kiss you as he pounds into you, and C) he’s able to be versatile. He also likes how personal and intimate missionary is, being able to see your face and watch your facial expressions as you orgasm for him again and again. Boba also gives your breasts a lot of attention when he’s got this perfect access to them, kneading them and pinching and tweaking your nipples.

G = goofy (are they the more serious type, or more humorous?)

Boba is 100% about making sure that you are receiving the pleasure you deserve. He is giving you everything he’s got during sex, so there’s no room for being silly. The most “goofiness” that he partakes in is lots of teasing and dirty talk, which isn’t all that goofy to begin with, just as serious and commanding as he is.

H = hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Boba is a functionalist, so he’s pretty well groomed below the belt. Of course, of what he has left to groom. The Sarlacc pit’s acid wiped out pretty much all his body hair, including his happy trail and about a quarter of his tuft (Boba genuinely thanks the Maker every day his penis remained untouched), so there’s only a little bit to take care of. 

I = intimacy ( how intimate are they during sex?)

Boba is intimate in a very domineering, overpowering way. He gets you so close to the edge so quickly, so torturously that there’s nothing but this overwhelming closeness that occurs, this performance of worship. His hands and mouth on your body, his voice in your ear, it’s like you become one, when he’s steady above you, your bodies interlocked, fingers laced in your hair, tugging gently. It will feel like Boba pushes you to the limit, that the intensity is like a thousands stars burning over you at once. Boba’s presence is like that.

J = jack off (do they masturbate?)

When he was a younger, more spry, more sexually unruly man? Yes. Everyday, probably. Now when he’s older, has more self-control, and you by his side? Not so much. Rarely ever, to be honest. the only times he finds himself with the itch to yank it would be if he’s been gone from you for a while or if it’s a mutual masturbation type of situation.

K = kinks (any kinks?)

Boba is such a fucking sexual deviant and kinky bastard it’s no wonder he decided to be a bounty hunter, because only a bounty hunter would act up the way Boba does. He has quite a few kinks, but here are the main ones:

Daddy kink. Boba is the physical manifestation of the “Your daughter calls me daddy too” meme. He derives such a smug pleasure from you calling him Daddy. He also likes it for the position of authority it is.

Dom/sub dynamic. Boba is a bonifide top/dom and nothing is changing that. He’s the one in charge, who makes the rules and breaks the rules, and he isn’t relinquishing that anytime soon. Boba thrives in that position of power, and loves having you a submissive, moaning mess beneath him. If you are naturally a quieter, maybe introverted person, Boba would go near rabid because that softness is just what he’s looking for. If you’re dominate like him, he sees that as a challenge... Prepare to be dominated.

Praise/degradation kink. He really just loves to hear himself talk, huh? This man is constant, non-stop dirty talk during sex and he’ll be saying downright delicious things to you. He’ll be giving you all the pet names in the book, “cyar’ika”, “pretty girl”, “mesh’la”, etc etc. Every time you react the way he wants to, or you pleasantly surprise him with your response to him, you’ll be rewarded with utmost praise. He’ll coo to you about how well you’re taking his cock, how perfect your body is, how good your wet pussy tastes... everything. Boba also likes balancing the good with the bad, so he may use a bit of degradation, usually in the form of backhanded compliments or ruder nicknames. However, if you don’t like degradation, he will simply avoid it, easy said and done.

Innocence kink/virgin kink. Woo hoo boy... Boba loves if you are or act all shy and bashful with him in the bedroom. It really goes hand in hand with his dominate role, you being a submissive, blushing mess while he’s all big and intimidating (not in a fear way). He likes being the one to corrupt you by marking your body all up with love bites and small bruises, making your tight pussy his as he rails you. If you tell him you’re a virgin the first time y’all have sex, Boba might go feral.

Breeding kink. Before meeting you, Boba didn’t really have this kink. His younger years were spent angry and vengeful and full of sex that was meaningless at the end of the day. But after the Sarlacc, and snagging the Palace from Bib Fortuna, and meeting you, Boba kinda starts getting an inkling of wanting a little something extra... or a little someone extra. He starts genuinely contemplating and liking the idea of having kids, and it partly manifests in his dirty talk where he’ll say stuff like “Gonna let me fill you up?” and “Got to keep your pussy full. Womb too”. Boba likes the idea of you mothering his children.

L = location (favorite place to “do the do”?)

Boba’s favorite place to positively ravish you is anywhere that he has full control over the safety of the room. So this usually applies to the bedroom, where Boba has set up so many security measures that no one is getting in, but also to more public places. When Boba was younger, he was much much more into exhibitionism and would’ve been down to fuck like... in front of a crowd, to be honest. But he’s older now (and wiser too) so he values the concepts of safety and security, much unlike his past self. So while Boba may still fuck you in an alley or in the throne room, he makes sure that literally no one is around. He does this less out of the potential embarrassment, but more so because he knows he has a huge target on his back. 

M = motivation (what gets them turned on?)

If you start being a little tease, or show him a bit of sass and being overall more mouthy, his pants are definitely getting a bit tight around the crotch region. Boba loves it when and if you try to talk back to him or if you get all snarky.

On the opposite hand, Boba also loves it if you’re easily flustered, all pink-faced and bashful at something he says. He really finds a smidgen of shyness to be really, really enticing. It strokes his massive Dom Complex.

N = NO (what’s their turn offs?)

Boba has a few hard turn offs that he would never do, full stop. They’re age play/regression, consensual non-con/rape play, and extreme sadism. While he does have a daddy kink, it’s really only for the name and position of power, not the age factor (so he’s not into DDLG). And despite Boba being a big ol’ bastard, it’s never sat with him well to play the role of “rapist” during sex. Also, Boba likes a bit of punishment and being rough ‘n tough with you, but he has a limit of how far he’d go. He never wants to actually hurt hurt you. Even if you’re a full masochist and you asked him to do it, said it’s okay and everything, Boba would still never harm you and would probably get fully turned off.

O = oral (do they have a preference in giving/receiving?)

He doesn’t really have a preference, because he’ll go down on you and if you give him head, he’s all game, but fuck, does Boba like going down on you. He gets an immense amount of satisfaction from making you cum using only his mouth, having you completely undone and writhing just from his face between your legs. He also really loves your pussy??? Like it’s so perfect to him, the aroma, the taste, the slick, wet feel, the way it clenches and quivers around his tongue, etc etc??? Boba loves it.

P = pace & PDA (are they soft, sensual, rough, or feral? are they open to displaying the relationship?)

Boba fucks hard and rough and slow and with a purpose. He wants to give you (and himself, of course) as much pleasure as possible for as long as possible. He paces himself very well, the master of self-control he is, and he will have you orgasming and edging for ages before he finally dicks you down. Boba finds great pleasure in having you cockdumb by the end of it.

Sometimes though, Boba gives you that same purpose in a slightly different way. he still fucks you good, but he’ll be a bit more sensual, a bit more gentle. Often, it’s because you ask to love make, but occasionally it’s because Boba really really wants you to know just how much you mean to him.

PDA is very very lowkey and subtle with Boba. This is mostly because he and you know that if your relationship, especially with how deep it is, were to become too much of common knowledge, someone is bound to use it against you, specifically to get back at Boba. So, Boba doesn’t often even have a hand on you in public, or show any outward affection. What he does do though, is stand close to you or have you close at his side. He keeps you in his line of sight always, and it’s become a sort of dance you to have. Boba and you orbit each other in a way, never growing too distant nor too close. Though, its perfect for you.

However, if someone starts making moves on you, Boba may physically step in, cutting whoever it is off from you. He’ll make sure they know that your off limits, untouchable. Usually, this also brings the gentlest yet firmest of hands to your lower back.

Q = quickies (what’s their opinion on quickies?)

Yes. Just yes. Boba loves quickies. He might be addicted to them. It’s a mix of he is always Ready To Fuck and he just finds you so damn desirable and beautiful. Though he will always prefer having you for a few hours opposed to a rushed ten minutes. But don’t think he does any less of a good job.

R = risks (are they okay with experimenting? do they take risks?)

In his younger years, this would’ve been a hard, enthusiastic “yes”, but nowadays Boba won’t really actively experiment. If you have something you want to try, odds are he’ll go along with it, but he won’t ever bring up something new. He’s very content with his abilities, that are admittedly very very successful.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they last?)

Boba can last a long while, considering his age. He’s got years of experience and a whole lot of self-control under his belt, so he’s able to work you for at least a couple hours before he starts feeling it. He’ll having you cumming over and over again, working you with his mouth, hands, and cock. Boba also is very good at pacing and has this uncanny ability to restrain himself in a way that the pleasure for him doesn’t build up unless he allows it to. So don’t expect him to cum, even in light of your best efforts.

T = toys (do they own/use any toys?)

Again, used to when he was younger. But now he doesn’t because he knows he’s too damn good with his hands, mouth, and...y’know... to need any toys. Though, if you have any toys or you ask him to try one out, he’ll humor you and oblige. But he’ll tease you about it a ton, saying stuff like “Ah, but don’t you want my mouth instead?” or “I bet you’re missing my cock”. Boba will always make sure that you know he’s better than any toy that you’d introduce.

U = unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Boba is such a smug shit. He teases so much and is so unfair that it borders on being cruel and he enjoys it, the fucking guy. If you’re into that, he’ll get you begging and in tears before he lets up and gives you what you want (read: need). But if you’re not into it, he has a base, “normal” level of tease, but he’d never take it too far. If he does push it too far, he’ll make it up to you however you want him to, because the last thing he wants is you too upset because of him.

V = volume (how loud or quiet are they during sex?)

Boba spends most his time during sex teasing the life out of you so he is vocal in that respect. He talks the talk, saying stuff like “You take my cock so well, little girl” and “Use your words, mesh’la, tell me what you want”. His constant dirty talk is sometimes broken up by growls from the back of his throat, heavy grunting and groaning, and the occasional low moan— all from the slick, hot heat that is you. 

W = wildcard (what’s a random headcanon?)

Boba struggles with pain sometimes, the aches left behind from the wounds he received from the Sarlacc pit. It usually flares up if he’s stressed or been overworking himself, making his skin feel tight, like there’s a constant pull in all directions. He also gets pain from age and overuse of his joints. Often, it’s only his knees and ankles that act up, but sometimes he gets it in his back and wrists. And though he never says anything about it, and never asks you for anything, he really does appreciate it if you take the time to give him a massage or run him a warm bath, despite how grumpy he gets when you do.

X = x-ray & x-tra (what’s underneath those clothes? any more random headcanons?”)

Boba is built like a fucking tank, an absolute hunk of a man. From a life of training, bounty hunting, fighting, etc etc, Boba has a body type akin to a powerlifter, he never built muscle for show, only functionality. He’s all broad-shoulders, stocky, and thick muscles. Unlike the beauty standard, Boba doesn’t have the ever-desired six pack abs or pinched waist, he has a hefty barrel torso and a slight, squishy tummy. His arms and legs are equally, if not more, strong and muscled like the rest of him, and Boba is very easily able to lift you up whenever.

Now, of course, Boba is very heavily scarred. He has scars of varying sizes, shapes, and ages, some being that shiny white while others are still pinkish, all over his body from bounty hunting and getting into tiffs. The Sarlacc also completed ravaged his bronze skin, leaving this impressive and tight web of scar tissue near everywhere on his body, though it’s most heavily condensed on his left side.

NOW HIS PENIS. Boba has a Nice Cock on him, that’s for damn sure. He’s not exceedingly big, but he is girthy. And weighty. Boba’s penis is 6 inches (15.25 cm) in length and just under 2.5 inches (6.35 cm) in diameter. He is uncut, and a prominent vein runs on the bell end of his cock. His balls are also very impressive and are fairly heavy.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Astronomical. Boba suffers from Horny Derangement Syndrome™. You touch his shoulder as you pass by him? His cock is hard. You give him a kiss out of the blue “just because”? He’s dry humping against you. You give him a cheeky smile and flirt with him? His pants are off. Boba is in a constant state of Wanting To Fuck. But, of course, if your sex drive doesn’t match his or if you’re not in the mood, he literally will not care or hold it against you.

Z = zzzz (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

Boba does not fall asleep until you have. Period. Full stop. It’s a bit of a machismo thing of his (he sees himself as the “protector” in the relationship) but it’s also because he just genuinely likes watching you fall asleep. Boba likes when you get all sleepy and droopy, melting against him, feeling all your muscles relax as your body starts to slow down. It makes him feel strong, comfortable, and most of all, loved. You falling asleep next to him, the Boba Fett, is almost the biggest exercise of trust you can show him, and he loves it.

[sunrisefairy]

Don’t forget me

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: Y/N and George were in a car accident, leaving Y/N in a coma. George isn’t sure if their life will go back to normal.

Warning: Car accident, mention of broken bones, a few swear words, sad George. 

A/N: this was longer then I planned for it to be, it’s a little one the angsty side but worth it I swear. 

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972​ message me if you would like to be added! 

Hope you enjoy. 

Italics signify a flashback. 

George couldn’t remember the last time he felt this worried and scared, actually the second Wizarding War would be a close contender. But right now, he couldn’t think about anything else besides you laying unconscious in a hospital bed.

George’s leg bounced up and down in the waiting room chair. What was meant to be a romantic date night turned into nightmare.

“Merlin, I think I’m going to explode with how full I am right now. That was the best risotto I’ve ever had.” Y/N moans, relaxing in the passenger seat as George chuckles and pulls out of the parking spot.

The redhead rests his hand on Y/N’s leg, concentrating on the snow filled road. “We definitely need to have date nights more often.”

The couple had been dating for almost 6 years having met at Hogwarts. George had worked up the courage to ask the H/C haired girl out, she had said yes, and the rest was history.

“I won’t say no to that, especially if you pay” Y/N jokes and squeezes Georges hand.

George glances over at Y/N who is staring out the window watching the snow fall. He can’t believe how lucky he is, Y/N is by far the most gorgeous girl he’s every laid his eyes on.

Y/N turns to face him having sensed his gaze on her. George swears he had only been looking at the beauty next to him for a moment, but his heart stops when he sees Y/N’s eyes widen and his name escaping from her lips, drawing his attention back to the road. George panics when his brain registers the bright lights of a truck right in front of them, gripping the steering wheel with both hands he tries to swerve out of the way, causing the car to flip and crash into a nearby tree.

“Any news yet dear?” George looks up to see his mum, Molly standing in front of him with a cup of water in an outstretched hand. He just shakes his head, taking the cup.

“Still in surgery” George sighs rubbing his eyes, Y/N had been in surgery by the time George woke up in the hospital bed. Molly and Fred had been waiting for him to wake up, they looked equally distraught. George hadn’t been told much of the details surrounding Y/N, only she had been taken straight into the operating room when they arrived.

George groans leaning back into the rather uncomfortable plastic chair. His arm is wrapped in a sling, doctors said he had broken his collarbone and his legs and arms were covered in multiple cuts and bruises but that was the extent of his injuries.

“She’s gonna be okay mate. Its Y/N we’re talking about, she’s a fighter” The voice comes from Fred, George hadn’t notice when he returned from his mission to find some decent food, not that George really cared to eat anything right now.

“Y/N L/N?” it’s the doctor speaking now, he is standing in front of them, clipboard in hand with a rather serious look on his face which might just be his permanent expression.

George jumps to his feet eager to know something, anything, he needs to know if Y/N is okay. His throat is dry, and it feels like a razor blade when he swallows, he’s 80% sure he might be sick or pass out from the worry, but he doesn’t care. Molly grab his hand in comfort, George finds himself squeezing it back.

George is having a hard time understanding what the doctor is saying, his brain feels fuzzy and he can only comprehend bits and pieces of the conversation. He can make out ‘Y/N is out of surgery’ and ‘brain swelling’ and ‘induced coma’ and George feels his legs give way.

Fred is at his side pulling him back up, “c’mon Georgie, we can go see her.”

Y/N’s giggles fill the air “Georgie, stop! Anyone could walk around the corner and find us.”

George’s hands are under Y/N’s school shirt, caressing her sides while his mouth is attacking her neck leaving as many dark bruises as he can, “I don’t care, I’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend when she looks this ravishing.”

Y/N moans quietly, her eyes fluttering closed as her hands thread through the redhead’s soft hair tugging lightly.

“I love you,” Y/N breathes out before she can stop herself. She stiffens, clamping a hand around her mouth. They couple hadn’t shared those words with each other yet, only been dating for a few months. “pretend I didn’t say that.” Y/N tries to backtrack, worried she gone and scared George.

By now George has moved from his original position and is looking down at Y/N searching her eyes.

“Say it again.”

Y/N hesitates, “I love you.”

George grabs her face in his giant hands and begins peppering soft kisses all over her face, “again” he mumbles against her skin.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” The short girl giggles.

Eventually George stops his attack on his girlfriend, “I love you too. Please don’t ever stop saying you love me.”

“Promise."

George reckons if it was quieter the world might be able to hear his heart thumping in his chest. His pace quickens as he looks at the room numbers, 205, 207, 209 and then 211. Once he enters the cold, white room he sees Y/N, laying in the hospital bed, covering in tubes.

“Godric,” he rushes over to his girlfriend’s side, clinging onto her hand and brushing some hair away that’s fallen onto her face. “baby.”

“I’m aware Doctor Anderson has already spoken with you Mr. Weasley, but Miss L/N here is in an induced coma due to the swelling against her brain. While she isn’t awake, I’m sure she can hear you.” The nurse notes before slipping out of the room.

“Baby, you have no idea how scared I’ve been. I miss you so much, I need you to get better so you can wake up and tell me how much of an idiot I am for driving in the snow. I am so sorry. Darling I am such a fucking idiot. Merlin, that should be me laying in a coma right now.” George babbles on and on for what feels like hours, his tears dried against his cheeks. At some point he falls asleep in the chair beside your bed, still clinging onto your hand.

“Happy birthday darling,” George says handing a very confused Y/N a small yellow wrapped box.

“Georgie my birthday isn’t for another few months” She grabs the box and slowly unwraps it, slightly nervous about what’s inside, Georges gift giving can be very unpredictable, most of them result in some sort of prank.

“I know but I couldn’t wait any longer to give you this present, seeing as you just finished school and all.”

Y/N tosses the wrapping paper aside and carefully lifts the lid of the tiny box; inside she sees a single key. “a key?”

“To my apartment” George answers, “I want you to move in with me and Fred.”

Y/N gazes up at her boyfriend surprised, “really? You want me to move in with you?”

“Of course, I can’t stand being away from you a moment longer. So… what do you say?”

Y/N has tears forming in her eyes, she has never felt love like this before and she prays it always stays this way forever. “Of course I’ll move in with you, silly!’ Y/N exclaims wrapping her arms around George’s neck.

George realises a breath he didn’t know he was holding “I was worried you might say no, thought maybe you think you’d get sick of me.”

Y/N shakes her head and nuzzles her face into Georges chest, “could never get sick of you babe, you’re stuck with me forever.”

It’s been a week? Maybe 2 or is it 3? George isn’t really sure how long its been, he’s spent every day in the hospital since the accident, the days seem to blur together. Fred has brought him some clothes here and there and convinced him to go home to shower a few times because ‘you smell like actual trash, probably doing some damage to Y/N’s nose with your stench’.

The doctors said the swelling in Y/N’s brain had improved and decided to bring her out of the medically induced coma. George has been persistent in asking when his girlfriend will wake up but only receiving an unhelpful reply of ‘it’s hard to tell, could take some time’. So, George decided he’d make sure he was by Y/N’s side for when she wakes up, not wanting her to be confused about her surroundings.

George has been tracing patterns onto the back of Y/N’s soft hand, quietly humming a tune to one of her favourite songs when she wakes up.

“Uh, excuse me?” Y/N’s voice came out croaky.

George’s head snapped up, “Oh merlin! You’re awake! You’re awake! Oh I’ve missed you baby!” he rushes to say as he’s clicking the nurses button to notify them.

Y/N scrunches up her eyebrows, feeling confused and eyes darting around the room. George is back at her side gripping her hand so tightly he doesn’t notice Y/N flinch slightly.

“How are you feeling darling? Are you in pain?” The redhead asks.

Y/N is in a tremendous amount of pain, her neck is aching, her wrist feels sore and stomach hurts when she breathes but she isn’t focused on any of that, all she is focused on right now is this man in front of her, this stranger.

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Y/N whispers out, her throat stopping her from speaking any louder.

“What?” George squeaks dropping Y/N’s hand. At this moment the nurse comes into the room to tend to Y/N. George feels like he’s suffocating, he throat feels tight and dry and he can’t seem to breathe.

The nurse peeks at him noticing his pale face, “Mr. Weasley are you okay?”

“She-she doesn’t remember me.” He says not sure if the nurse heard. “She doesn’t know who I am.” He says louder this time.

The nurse looks taken back and begins asking Y/N questions, ‘what’s your name?’, ‘can you tell me what year it is?’.

George doesn’t wait to hear the answers, instead rushing out the room and heading outside, needing air. He quite literally bumps into Fred outside the hospital who was on his way to deliver him some food. The older twin notices his brothers horrified expression.

“Woah, is everything okay George? Is it Y/N? is she awake?” George’s breathing starts to quicken, he’s losing his grip on reality, he feels like he’s falling and he doesn’t know what to do. “Georgie mate look at me. Okay, just breathe buddy. Like this.” Fred takes some slow exaggerated deep breaths trying to calm down his brother. George’s eyes meet Fred’s and starts to copy him, which eventually slows down his heart rate and calms him down.

“Okay now can you tell me what’s going on?” Fred enquires.

George feels the hot fat tears running down his face as he wraps his arms around his brother, “she doesn’t remember me, Freddie. She doesn’t know who I am."

“Okay now are you going to tell us why you randomly dropped by?” Arthur asks as the 3 of them sit around the kitchen table, sipping at his tea.

“Not that we don’t love having you over dear.” Molly adds sending Arthur a glare.

George clears his throat looking between the 2, he knows his mum is going to flip. “I’ve decided I’m going to propose to Y/N.”

Molly squeals and pulls her son into a bone crushing hug, “oh my boy! This is amazing news. I’m so happy.” Arthur pats him on the back, “congratulations, we’re so proud of you.”

George chuckles as Molly pulls away, wiping the tears off her face.

Molly begins asking a million questions ranging from when George is planning on popping the question to how. “I haven’t decided yet, kind of waiting for the right time.”

Molly couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. Y/N was perfect for her boy, since they first started dating in school Molly had an inkling it was the real deal and they’d end up getting married. George’s face would light up whenever Y/N was mentioned in a conversation and when he invited her over to spend the summer at the Burrow for the first time, he always had his hand in hers or holding her waist, stealing kisses whenever he could. It made Molly insanely happy to see how smitten her son was with Y/N.

“You tell us as soon as you her ask okay?” Molly insisted pointing a finger at George.

“I will, you’ll be the first to know.”

George is back in Y/N’s hospital room with Fred by his side. They’ve passed Doctor Anderson on their way up who explained Y/N’s situation. Retrograde amnesia, she can’t remember the last 7 years of her life, ultimately her life with George. The doctor mentioned her memory may come back, with brain injuries it’s hard to tell, but there is the chance that it won’t and that terrifies George. Doctor Anderson said that in a few days once Y/N is feeling better she can go home, he says it best for her to get back into her normal routine as soon as possible.

Y/N’s eyes look between the 2 identical men standing in front of her. They look vaguely familiar, like older versions of boys she used to know from school. After the redhead ran out of the room earlier the nurse and doctor filled Y/N in on her situation. Y/N was completely shocked to find out that she’s forgotten 7 years of her life, she isn’t some teenager at Hogwarts anymore and that is kind of freaking her out to be honest. The 2 redheads in front of her have yet to say anything and its annoying Y/N, she senses they are scared to speak to her, as if she might break.  

“Oh my godric will one of you please something” Y/N finally huffs out annoyed.

The twin on the left, who isn’t the one Y/N ‘met’ earlier clears his throat and speaks “so I’m guessing you don’t remember us. Uh- I’m Fred and this is George, my brother.” Fred finds this unbelievably hard having to introduce himself to someone he’s known for years. Since Y/N and George started dating at Hogwarts him and Y/N had become pretty close friends.

“Fred and George” Y/N whispers, that does sound familiar. “Nice to meet you” Y/N pauses “re-meet you?”

Fred gives a light-hearted chuckle.

Y/N is filled with an ample amount of questions, she doesn’t know where to begin. “So how do I know you both? I mean we must be close if you’ve been waiting at the hospital for me.”

Y/N notices the twin on the right, George, looking like he’s in physical pain. Fred and George share a knowing look with each other before the younger twin starts to speak.

“Um, we met at Hogwarts actually and became pretty close,” he clears his throat and Y/N waits patiently for him to continue “you and me are… we’re actually dating.”

There’s an awkward tension in the air, no one can find the right words to speak. Fred has sat down on the wooden chair next to Y/N’s bed kind of regretting his decision to be here for moral support. George hasn’t moved from his position at the foot of the hospital bed, hand in his pocket staring down at his shoes.

“Oh” Y/N manages, “for how long?”

George inform Y/N that they’ve been officially dating for 5 almost 6 years, that they also live together in a flat above Fred and George’s joke shop which Y/N sometimes works at to help the boys. It feels strange for Y/N to hear about her life when none of it sounds familiar.

A few days later Y/N is standing in the living room of the flat, looking around at the photo frames hung up on the wall. Many of them include her, one in particular catches her eye. It’s a photo of her and George at the beach, George looks the same as he does now so Y/N guesses it may have been from the past summer. George has his arm around her waist tickling her sides as Y/N throws her head back laughing then George plants a sloppy kiss against her cheek. They look so happy, so in love. Y/N’s heart aches.

“I’ll show you to the bedroom if you like” Y/N turns around to find George standing there. She follows him into the bedroom. “If you need anything, I’ll just be in the living room.” George steps towards Y/N but falters, he normally kisses her goodnight. “um night.” He turns quickly on his heels and walks right out the door.

Y/N lays in bed that night, trying desperately to search her brain for something. She’s gotta remember something. But nothing comes up. She feels like a failure, and so overwhelmed she can’t help but cry herself to sleep that night. Just in the other room George lays uncomfortably on the couch, trying to sleep with a sling on your arm and a broken collarbone proves very difficult, he too has tears staining his cheeks as he finally falls asleep.

“Will you quit staring at me” George mumbles, his eyes still closed.

Y/N pokes his cheek earning a grumble from the sleepy boy. They had been living together for 1 year now and Y/N couldn’t be any happier. “Wake up sleepy head.”

She tries poking his cheek again when he doesn’t answer. “Leave me be” George mumbles.

Y/N purses her lips an idea forming in her head, “you leave me no choice.” She stands up in the bed and starts jumping around and yelling “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

Eventually George opens his eyes and grabs onto Y/N’s legs pulling her down and on top of him who is giggling like crazy, George smiles too.

“You are going to be the death of me, ya know that?” George says kisses her cheek.

Y/N laughs, “you love me though right Georgie?”

“Always.”

Y/N jolts awake, that dream feeling so realistic. It’s been 2 weeks since she left the hospital and some nights, she has these dreams that feel so unbelievably real or she’ll do something that give her déjà vu. She hasn’t told George about it though; she doesn’t want to get his hopes up in case her memories don’t return.

Y/N walks into the kitchen to find George making coffee, his red hair sticking in a million of different directions.

“Mornin’ Georgie” Y/N greets, going to make some toast.

George whips his head to face the smaller girl, she hasn’t called him Georgie since before the accident. Y/N doesn’t seem to notice though and continues to make her toast. “Morning,” he mumbles back “any progress on the memory?”

Y/N shakes her head and George feels his heart drop. He doesn’t want to think about what happens if Y/N never regains her memories, frightened she’ll never feel the way she used too. His family seem very optimistic about the whole situation, Ginny thinks that the whole situation is very romantic but each day that goes by George loses hope.

 It's a Saturday night and they’ve just finished watching a movie on the couch. Y/N fell asleep half-way through which wasn’t surprising, her head resting on George’s shoulder, he doesn’t dare move in inch. In this moment he can pretend everything is normal again.

“Mm, Georgie. Dinner.” Y/N mumbles, George looks down and sees her eyes still closed, he realises she’s sleep talking.

“What was that love?”

Y/N stirs slightly, curling into Georges side. “We should do dinner. Date night. Been too long.”

The redhead starts playing with her H/C hair. “Yeah? Where should we go?”

“You know, Valentino’s. Always go there.” Y/N breathes out.

George’s breath hitches. Y/N always chose Valentino’s when it was her choice for date night, it was this cute little Italian restaurant they’d found one night in London, it was where they went the night of the accident.

“That sounds lovely, darling.” George kisses Y/N’s forehead.

Y/N stirs from her slumber “did I fall asleep again Georgie?” she rubs her eyes trying to take in her surroundings. Her brain feels fuzzy having just woken up. Y/N looks around trying to remember how she got on the couch when she lets out a loud gasp and jumps up.

“What is it? Is everything okay?” George eyes Y/N carefully who is frantically looking around the room finally landing on George.

Y/N’s doesn’t speak for a minute her brain going crazy. While Y/N doesn’t remember everything that she’s forgotten from the last 7 years she remembers parts, the important parts. She remembers kissing George for the first time and being each other’s date for the Yule ball, she remembers how sad and proud she felt when she watched Fred and George fly out of Hogwarts for the last time, she remembers the fear and terror of the war, she remembers joking around with Fred late at night and drawing on George’s face when he fell asleep after a night of drinking but most importantly she remembers loving George.

George’s heart sores and little fireworks erupt inside his chest when he hears Y/N say, “I remember.”

He palms the small box in his jacket pocket which he hadn’t the heart to remove just in case he found the right moment.

[softlyqoos]

Forbidden Love Pt. 1

(Pairing Draco Malfoy x reader)

Summary : Draco and Y/N were best friends since their first year and the only person who doesn’t worship the ground he walks on like the rest of his fellow Slytherins. Draco needs to break off their friendship before it turns into something greater and irresistible, but his heart tells him something else.

Warnings : heartbreak, heartbreak and heartbreak. (basically anything related to it.) *THIS DOES NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING*

A/N : I had this written down on paper two weeks ago but didn’t have time to finish it and stuff back then. I know I’ve only been doing angst so far I’m not really sure how to write fluff event hough I want to. If you have any requests please don’t hesitate to ask <3

flashbacks in italics

He couldn’t take his eyes off you whilst your laugh filled the Great Hall, interrupting his thoughts. A simple act that could distract him even a room away. He couldn’t imagine ever living without you, even he himself found it cliché, he didn’t believe he was in love nor did he believe in love.

That is because he didn’t want to. He thought that the simple body signs and skin contacts the two of you often shared were just gestures of friendliness. You were always the careless, friendly and outgoing one, and in his eyes, you were beautiful. Every time he looks at your eyes, his heart stops beating. He’d met you on the train back in their first year.

“Hello” he lifted his gaze away from the window and his eyes landed on your Y/E/C ones. “May I join you? The rest of the cars are full.” you smiled pointing out to the corridor. Before he could could reply, you shut the door behind you and sat opposite from him. He stared at you then looked back at the window snickering. “Tell me, why do you find my face so amusing?” you demanded furrowing your eyebrows at the platinum blonde in front of you.

“There’s mud on the side of your face.” he grinned, pointing at your right cheek.

Your eyes widened, wiping your cheeks, you looked down at your hands.

“Oh, um.. I ate a bar of Chocolate Frogs a few minutes ago” you said, wiping your hands on a tissue. You smiled at him looking up, laughing at yourself “I guess it was silly of me, I still have a few more.. would you like some?” You said taking out a few bars from both your pockets.

“No, father’s given me plenty of pocket money.” He smiled proudly before handing out his hand. “Malfoy, Draco Malfoy”

“Y/N Y/LN”

You turned your head looking at Draco from across the table and winked at him. His breath hitched in his throat for... Merlin, he didn’t even remember how many times you’ve taken his breath away that day. It was driving him mad because the two of you always shared multiple winks and smiles, but that day he was observing them closer than ever, cherishing your happy gestures. Only he himself knew the reason to it.

He stopped halfway from the door “I don’t know what you’re talking abou,t” he wanted to get out of his office, he knew he needed to but his legs froze his steps.

“Do you think I’m blind, boy? Nothing and nobody, especially Ms. Y/L/N must distract you now with the mission the Dark Lord’s assigned to you”

His jaw tensed and he closed his eyes with the view of you lingering in the darkness.

“We can’t afford more time, I’m sure you can’t afford losing your family too.” Snape reminds him. He clenches his fists and turns around facing his professor.

“She’s a friend, she means nothing to me.” he bit his cheek at his words. Guilt washing over him as he heard it, but he knew it was only the beginning.

“A-ah see, if she surely means nothing to you, like you said, then I’m sure you won’t mind her cries when the Dark Lord finds out about her and who knows what will happen to her.” tsked Snape.

Draco’s chest rose up and down, his breath heaving, with the thought of you being tortured or worse, killed made his rage build higher than his guilt. He opens his eyes ignoring the tears welling up his eyes blurring his vision.

“W-What.. how,”

but he didn’t need the answer he already knew to.

You glanced at Draco before he quickly drifted his gaze to his table you realized you were being watched by him, the thought that he did it because he fancies you made your cheeks flush. You were confident that he might feel the same way no matter how many times you overheard him saying he never believed in love to Crabbe and Goyle. You never told him anything because you were afraid of taking risks after almost 7 years of friendship.

Draco was usually fairly talkative to you during breakfast. You couldn’t help wonder why he was oddly quiet that morning, but you brushed it off when Draco got up and walked to you.

You smiled, looking down at your food playing with it around your fork “Finally talking to me huh Dray? I thought you were giving me the silent tr-”

“Meet me at the Astronomy tower, tonight, after dinner” he said and walked.

Exiting the hall, you scoffed watching him.

You couldn’t concentrate on your classes the whole day, usually Draco would sit behind you in Charms but he sat in the corner of the room. You were nervous every time Draco walks past you to get to the next class without saying anything. If you looked at his face properly you could see his pupils looking at you from the corner of his eyes. (not in a creepy way)

When you entered the Great Hall again for dinner that night, your eyes would scan the room looking for your him like it usually did, and your eyebrows furry when he wasn’t there. Sure, you were in love with him, but you were also his best friend and the thought of him acting odd that day made you tense.

After dinner you walked to the Astronomy Tower like Draco had instructed, in a fast pace. Was he told not to attend Hogwarts anymore with his father in Azkaban? You didn’t know about his relation to the Dark Lord as the two of you shared everything but he didn’t have the courage to tell you about his mission, his threats and him being a.. death eater.

When you reach the end of the stairs to the top, you slowly walked out feeling the night’s cold breeze brushing against your skin. You took a deep breath as you walked towards the figure wearing a black suit facing the rails. You thought whatever he was going through you were gonna cheer him up.

You walked to the rail beside him leaning onto it watching the view with him. It was a full moon you were taken aback by how beautiful the night sky was.

“Hey Dray,” the words came out more cheerful than u you wanted it to be “ Are you okay? I barely saw you today.”

“Poor Y/N/N, Miss me that much?" He grinned finally looking at you.

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip. "Yes, poor Y/N, she got detention for breaking a cauldron in potions today.”

The two of you joked together and you forgot about Draco’s odd behavior that previously happened. “Why did you ask me to meet you here, Draco?”

As soon as you said that Draco’s smile faltered, he avoided talking about the subject entirely because he wasn’t ready, he couldn’t imagine your face when he tells you what he’s been dreading to. He looked into your eyes and you saw him soften. Merlin, you were gorgeous, the cold air made the tip of your nose red, he admire your features until his gaze fell on your soft lips.

You thought to yourself, you have to do it, you had nothing to lose, You lean closer to him and you close your eyes expecting the kiss you had dreamt of since you were twelve.

“N-no, I..”

Your eyes fluttered open and you look at the boy you love in confusion. The realization hit you like a brick. You gasp and quickly took a few steps backwards avoiding eye contact from embarrassment. You felt tears swell up in your eyes but you didn’t wipe them away, your heart thumping louder and louder in the silence, you were sure he could hear it. You were too shocked to move.

Draco cleared his throat “Y/N I’m sorry, I can’t do this,”

Your eyes widen, you felt your heart break into pieces at his words, you thought to yourself this has to be a nightmare. The Draco you know wouldn’t toss away 7 years of friendship. The Draco you knew wouldn’t toss you away

You wanted to act unhurt but your voice betrayed you “Wha-what do you mean?”

“I think we shouldn’t be friends, I don’t want to, not with you following me around like a sick puppy. I didn’t mind after a few years but you’d really ticked me off lately. I don’t need another mother figure. You were just another annoying-”

There was a loud smack and this time Draco’s eyes widen. Your hand print was glowing red on his pale cheek. He looked down at you and and you look into his gray eyes daring him to speak. You could see rage in them but they turned into sadness or maybe even guilt?

You turn on your heels running to the stairs but you stopped. Draco didn’t move, he was still standing at where you had slapped him.

“Tell me, for the last 7 years of our friendship, did you not feel anything?” You chocked in tears.

“Because I did, and I still do, I love you and probably forever will.”

You didn’t wait for his answer and walked down the stairs in tears, but what you didn’t realize was when you left, his heart left with you.

here is Part 2

[barbatos-devotee]

Picnic Date

Genshin x Reader

Gender: Neutral

Character: Xiao

A/N: Oh boy, my second request! And it’s about the adeptus man himself! I think I might have a grasp on his characterisation, from the game and other people’s writing of him, so I’ll do my best with this one! I think this is also my longest one yet!

You giggled to yourself as you rode the elevator up to the top floor of Wangshu Inn. A smile graced your face, and you were in the best of moods today. A brown picnic basket rested upon your arm, and you covered the lid with one hand, to make sure it stayed steady. As the elevator stopped at the top floor, you stepped out and gave a short greeting to Soraya, who was stood in her usual spot near the elevator.

“Good afternoon Soraya! Have you found any other interesting relics lately?”

“Good afternoon (Y/N)! In fact, I have! The Traveller helped me find a very interesting Jade Plate lately, so I’m researching it now! Are you off to meet your boyfriend again?”

“That’s wonderful! And yes, I am! We’re having a picnic today, I’m very excited!” Soraya giggled, and waved you off.

“Of course, I won’t hold you back any longer then. Have fun!”

“I will!” You gave a wave back to Soraya, and then you continued walking over to the railing of the Inn’s balcony. There weren’t many people here today, and Verr Goldet and the owner were most likely inside of the Inn still. A dog lay near the entryway of the inn, and it wagged its tail when it saw you, hopping up and trotting over. You grinned and bent down to scratch the dog behind it’s ears, cooing at how cute it was.

“What are you doing?” A voice came from behind you, and you beamed with excitement. You stood quickly and turned around, coming face-to-face with Xiao, your boyfriend. He stared down/up (if you’re taller) at you with those shining golden eyes of his, and you found yourself melting in them as you always did. Your arms moved to wrap around Xiao in a hug, and he returned the gesture.

“I missed you!” You cried, giggling excitedly. Xiao huffed, and probably rolled his eyes. He pulled back and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, before leaning back completely.

“You just saw me yesterday, have you forgotten?” A pout crossed your lips, and you reached over to intertwine your fingers with his own.

“Yeah.. but I still missed you! I just want to stay with you all the time!” Xiao’s eyes softened, as they always did when he was around you, and he gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“I know you do, love, but you know you can’t. It’s too dangerous, and you are only human. I would be devastated if you got hurt...” You leaned into his hand, closing your (e/c) eyes in content. Your free hand came up to rest gently on his wrist.

“I know... but being an adventurer is dangerous too you know! But I do understand. I wish I was as strong as the Traveller, they’re super strong...” Xiao shook his head, and you opened your eyes, looking at him with big, shining orbs. This allowed you to see Xiao give you one of his rare, dedicated-only-for-you smiles.

“You are lovely just the way you are, (Y/n). You don’t have to be as strong as them just for me. Besides, they aren’t from this world anyways. They’ll have to leave eventually, and you get to stay. Now, what do you have there?” The question snapped you back to reality, and you remembered why you were here today.

“Oh, right! Let’s go on a picnic! I’ve got all the stuff here, we can go sit in a field at Guili Plains! It’ll be fun, I promise!” Xiao chuckled at how excited you were, enjoying himself just by watching the sparkle in your eye.

“Of course. But are you sure you want to go to Guili Plains? It’s been a little dangerous there lately..”

“I’m sure! I found the best spot, trust me! And besides, you can protect me!”

“Hmm, I suppose so. But I don’t want you to be in danger in the first place...” You began to pout, giving Xiao the best puppy-dog eyes you could muster.

“Oh, come on Xiao! Please please please?” Xiao blushed, and he huffed, looking away from you.

“Oh- fine. But you better have brought Almond Tofu.” You grinned, and began to tug the adeptus along. Of course you did.

After some walking, and the stabbing of a few stray hilichurls along the way, the two of you made it to Guili Plains. You grinned and dragged Xiao along behind you, the adeptus happily letting himself be handled as such. Only for you would he let himself be pulled along, as he loved you so. It made him upset at the thought that he would one day lose you, but you were ever the optimistic one, and you just took him on many dates and trips that you said would be “worth remembering”. They always were for him, and you always brought smiles to his normally grumpy face, but still, deep in his heart, he was still scared. A voice speaking managed to snap Xiao out of his thoughts.

“We’re here! Come on, come on!” You brought your boyfriend to a specific spot, underneath a tree, in a field of flowers. He gazed around the area for any potential dangers, while you pulled out your picnic blanket and spread it on the ground. You took a seat on the blanket and smiled up at the adeptus, patting the spot next to you. Xiao walked over and took a seat, sitting rather awkwardly on the blanket. You giggled at the sight.

“This is nice, we’ve never had a picnic before! All of our other dates were usually walking around Liyue Harbor or fighting monsters.” You giggled, and Xiao blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah I.. sorry about that. I just.. I really care for you and even if it’s been a month, I want to try to do whatever I can to make you happy. But I’m still despairingly new to this.. and I’m still always so worried for you, because I’m so dangerous to be around..” You gave him a soft smile, looking at the adeptus with gentle (e/c) eyes.

“I think you’re doing splendidly so far, Xiao. Don’t worry about it! Every second I spend with you is wonderful, no matter what. Here, have some almond tofu! I’m going to go collect some flowers really quick!” You handed your boyfriend the tofu you’d specially made for him, before standing and heading towards the colourful flowers. There were sweet flowers and Glaze Lilies, and other smaller pink and yellow flowers. You began picking a few, humming a song to yourself all the way. Xiao watched you as he ate his tofu, absolute love and adoration in his eyes. How did he ever land someone as beautiful and wonderful as you? With your (h/l) (h/c) hair, your soft (s/c) skin, and your (e/c) eyes shimmering like the brightest of gems. Xiao felt luckier to have met you than he’s ever felt in his life. After a few minutes, you’d gathered an armful of flowers, and skipped back over to Xiao. You settled yourself back down, and began working with the flowers you’d collected.

“Xiao, tell me more stories while I work on this!”

“What are you making?”

“It’s a surprise, silly! Now come on, tell me more!” Xiao sighed, playfully rolling his eyes before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You giggled, and then began to fiddle with the flowers in your lap as Xiao launched into another exciting tale of his life as an adeptus. The demons he’s killed and the places he’s been to. The stories always filled you with such excitement, especially as an adventurer. The farthest you’ve ever traveled had been halfway into Dragonspine, but you and your party had to retreat before you all froze to death, and you also almost died to a Ruin Grader.

Xiao hadn’t been too thrilled to learn that, and he clung to your side when you adventured for a week. And this was before you even began dating last month. The thought made you giggle. Even if it was a worrying situation, the fact that the normally cold to others adeptus had worried for you made you feel warm inside. The two of you had known each other for nearly a year before you began dating, you having met him on your adventures through Liyue after you’d set off from Mondstat. He had been so indifferent and cold back then, but the two of you had grown closer and more fond of each other since. The memory made you happy.

Xiao had nearly finished his story when you completed what you were working on. He was so distracted in telling the tale, that he didn’t notice you reaching over towards his head. He only paused when he felt something land snugly around his hair. Xiao reached up, and felt the soft petals of the flowers you’d collected. They’d been woven into a flower crown and placed atop his head. You grinned, and placed your own flower crown on your head, giggling at your boyfriend’s shocked reaction.

“We match! Aw, you look so cute Xiao!” The adeptus blushed, and buried his face in his hands for a few moments, grumbling under his breath something about “cute” and “love you so much”. You giggled again. Xiao sat up and reached his hands out, cupping your cheeks and pulling your face close to his, entrapping your lips in a kiss. Now it was your turn to blush, and Xiao buried his face in the crook of your neck, scooting closer to wrap his arms around you in a hug. You smiled and returned the hug, rubbing gentle circles on his back.

“...Sweet Archons... what did I ever do to deserve you? You’re just so....hn...” Xiao muttered into your neck, nuzzling you as he hugged you tighter. After a few moments of being in the hug, the two of you broke apart, and smiled.

The rest of your picnic date went wonderfully.

[mydisasteracademia]

A Second Chance (Enji Todoroki/Fem!Reader)

Masterlist

A/N: Because I couldn’t sleep until I’d gotten out a meet-cute with a divorcé Endeavor and a cute civilian fem!reader.

(Enji is 46, you’re 42)

Another bright, beautiful day in Musutafu, you thought to yourself as you wiped down the counter with a cheerful hum.

It was summertime once again, time for students to be on break, and one of the busiest times of the year for your humble little cafe. Given its location on a corner near the prestigious U.A. High School, you’d seen your fair share of interesting kids and staff alike visit during breaks.

Today, however, the cafe was fairly empty; a few people sat huddled in a booth on the far end of the wall near the window, and yet another sat by herself sipping daintily at her tea as she checked her phone. The radio by the back office door was playing some pop music softly enough to ignore.

You heaved a gentle sigh, resting against the counter. The first day of summer and yet we haven’t seen a crowd yet... I should have let Kanzaki go early today.

The warmth from the windows was nice combined with the AC above. If you didn’t have something to do soon, you might accidentally doze.

Straightening up, you turned to call out to your worker when the door chimes jingled. You glanced over and stopped in surprise.

A small group of boys was talking animatedly as they neared the counter, followed by an imposing figure of a man in a very familiar hero costume. Your other customers stopped what they were doing and stared openly at the new Number One Hero as he and his ragtag group of high-schoolers stood at the glass display.

You blinked, before putting on a smile as one of the boys looked over at you with an equally-sunny disposition. “Welcome, what can I get you today?”

The three boys (whom you faintly recognized from the Yuuei Sports Festival) seemed to look between each other for a moment before the blond stepped forward, a scowl on his face. He was one of your regulars, and already you could guess what he wanted.

“I’ll get a cinnamon dolce milk tea, large,” he gruffly said. Ah, of course.

“I’ll have a small matcha frappe, please!” The green-haired one said.

The boy with the white-and-red hair looked over the menu before quietly adding, “I’ll have the large strawberry boba tea please.”

“Okay, got it,” you nodded, tapping at the register and scribbling in your notebook before smiling up at the hero. “And for you?”

“One medium Thai tea,” his deep voice rumbled. His bright turquoise eyes glanced from the display back to you. “And a slice of tiramisu.”

You nodded once more, ringing it up. “Alright, that’ll be about 2,000 yen.”

He stepped in front of the group of boys and handed you his card. As your fingers touched for a fleeting moment, you looked up at him before looking away, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Thank you sir,” you managed to say calmly as you finished the transaction. You grabbed the receipt and handed both back to him. “Kanzaki will be out with your orders momentarily. Please take a seat anywhere.”

He nodded, tucking away the card and folding the receipt in his other hand. As he followed the boys to a nearby booth, the green one chattering away to the red one as the blond looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here, you took a moment to dart back to the back.

Your subordinate, Kanzaki, looked up from where she was sitting, a happy smile on her face. “Got another order for me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, helping her up from the chair and handing her the booklet. “Would you be a dear and get the drinks? I’ll handle the cake.”

“Alright, (l/n).” She headed out from the office and to the drink machines, you following close behind.

The loud whirring from the machines starting up again filled the air and drowned out the music as you bent over to grab the tray of cake out of the fridge.

You could faintly hear the blond one saying something loudly to the other boys and you sighed, an amused smile on your face as you cut a slice. He was one of your more usual customers from Yuuei, though he usually came alone or with a boy with spiked red hair.

Kanzaki neared you with the tray of drinks and giggled, nudging your side. “Hey, isn’t that the kid that usually gets the chili cupcakes?”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” you mused as you shut the fridge door, plate of cake in hand. “I didn’t know he hung around Endeavor.”

“That man is dreamy,” the pregnant girl commented as she took the cake and added it to the tray. “Hey, you’re single, right? You should try for his number.”

Chuckling to yourself, you shook your head. “I’m too old for something silly like a whirlwind romance.”

“You never know, (l/n),” she sing-sang as she headed off with their orders.

You watched as she handed them out, chatting amicably with the blond (who blushed red and vehemently denied coming here so often). Endeavor seemed to glance your way for a moment as Kanzaki turned to leave, something you definitely caught.

You turned away with another blush on your face. He was very handsome, you had to admit - but you’d heard on the news that he’d been divorced a few months ago; would it be too soon to even dare speak to him? You knew he was busy, what with being the Number One pro, but...

Kanzaki handed you the tray. “He seemed interested.”

You shook your head, shooing her off with a smile. “Don’t you start with me, missy, don’t you have papers to write?”

“Alright, alright, you hag,” she laughed as she walked to the office. “I’m going!”

You sighed, a fond look on your face as you turned back to the register. As much as I’d like something interesting to happen...

You spared a glance at the table again, only to see the boys looking your way and talking amongst themselves as Endeavor sipped his tea, staring out the window. The blond was scowling at the freckled one, but the mismatched boy sipped at his bubble tea and gave you a contemplative glance before turning back and saying something.

Teenagers could be incredibly savage, this you knew for a fact. You frowned, adjusting your bun as you dusted off your apron. I hope I don’t have anything on my face.

Finally, the youngest Todoroki said something to his father that made him straighten, eyes puzzled and surprised, before he looked over to you.

Your eyes locked, turquoise on (e/c), before he looked back to his son - dare you say it, he looked like his face was turning red.

You just smiled to yourself, looking over to greet the next customer when you heard the door jingling.

The next day was a bit busier than the first, though you guessed it was because more and more students were getting out with their friends after the day of relaxation yesterday. You understood; you had spent the entire first day of summer vacation to yourself as a youth, every single year without fail.

Kanzaki was absent today; you’d told her to stay home after the slow business yesterday. You could handle things just fine even without her help.

Today saw the same man from before, without the boys this time to your surprise.

“Ah, Todoroki-san.” You greeted politely. “What can I get for you today?”

“The same as yesterday, a medium Thai tea,” he answered, his eyes shifting around the cafe as more people stopped and stared his way. “And... might I ask if you would be available anytime soon?”

You paused in ringing him up in surprise. You looked back up at him, puzzled for a moment, before you chuckled. “I’m free after work today around five, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Yes, that would work fine.” He was awkward with his words as he handed you his card once again.

You rang him up, handing him his card and receipt with a sweet smile. “I’ll meet you here after work, then?”

He nodded briskly. “Aa.”

[youraveragenicaddict]

GHOST NEXT DOOR

PT. 2

SUMMARY - For years, you have been living next to Julie with your sister. Everything changes for you and Luke when you meet each other.

GENRE - fluff

A/N - I hope I didn’t mess up the timeline. If there are any mistakes, message me :) Btw the song the reader is singing is a random poem I wrote while writing this one-shot.

Y/N - your name

Y/L - your last name

E/C - eye color

H/C - hair color

L/C - lip color

Rehearsal had just finished, and the boys were still swimming in the high from playing, which was their favorite thing in the whole world. They truly loved the music they made together, and they loved playing it to make other people happy.

''That was tight. Alex, you were great!'': Luke praised the blushing drummer. ''No, that was just the thing I always do.'': Alex denied the approval he had deserved since he joined the band back in the 1990s. ''Why don't you just own it?'': Questioned Reggie, who was holding a towel in his right hand and a water bottle in the left. ( I don't know if they can drink, so go with it.)

The two boys were so submerged in their conversation that they didn't notice the soft, energetic rock music coming from the light-yellow neighboring house. Luke tuned out the on-going talking and concentrated on the music he was hearing.

His mind was swimming in the music while his feet carried him closer and closer to the cute house. Luke didn't even notice that he had been standing under a small balcony for quite some time. He let the music, coming from the inside of the house, consume him.

''Why not just sit back and enjoy, why not just ditch school today?'': sang a woman from the radio. There was a beautiful voice, who was singing over the record. ''Let's just stay in this state of ecstasy, leave all the worries and thoughts behind.'': continued the girl.

It seemed like the girl with the angelic voice was dancing around the room while singing. ''This must be her favorite song,'': Luke thought to himself, already liking the music she was listening to. While spinning around the room, the H/C-haired girl stumbled out onto the balcony.

They both froze when they noticed each other. Luke took a closer look at the girl - she had H/C hair, which was flowing in the slight wind, sparkling E/C, and bright L/C lips. ''Hi, who are you?'': she questioned, bringing him out of his stare.

''Oh, I'm Luke, uhh, what's your name?'': Luke managed to stutter out, feeling more and more embarrassed by each passing second. The E/C-eyed girl lightly chuckled at his response and replied: "My name's Y/N, Y/N Y/L. Nice to meet you. Do you live somewhere near here? If the music is too loud I can turn it down.'': she rambled, making Luke smile softly at her.

''No, nothing's wrong with the music, I like that song you have on. And yeah, I live next door,'' He said while pointing in the direction of Julie's house,'' Sort of''. Luke had whispered the last part so she couldn't hear it. ''Wait, you can really see me?'': Luke asked, shocked.

''Of course, silly.'': responded Y/N. ''Sweet!'': He yelled cheerfully. Thet seemed to amuse her because she let out a light chuckle. ''SO, want to tell me the reason why I wasn't supposed to see you?'': Asked Y/N, smiling softly.

''Yeah, umm, this might sound a little crazy, but I'm a ghost. Not like the ones that go ''boo''.'': Luke explained, while the girl was listening closely to every word he said. '' That's cool, I have a cute ghost living next door!'': she exclaimed cheerfully, making Luke grin.

''So, why are you here? Standing under my balcony  than doing something with other hosts that don't go ''boo''?'': Y/N confronted the lightly blushing ghost. ''Me and my bandmates just finished rehearsal, and I heard your lovely voice and came to see who was singing, so here we are.'': Luke explained to the H/C-haired girl.

''You play in a band? Mind if I drop by sometime to listen to you and your ghost friends?'': Asked the beautiful, E/C-eyed girl. ''Of course, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if such a pretty girl as yourself graced us with your presence.'': Joked Luke, blushing after he realized what he had said.

Attempting to make him feel better, Y/N stated: '' Well, I wouldn't mind coming by to listen to a handsome ghost and his spirit band play music.'' After those two sentences, the pair were left with flustered red faces.

''Umm, so I have to go, but I'll look forward to seeing you again, Y/N.'': exclaimed Luke while waving goodbye. ''I can't wait to hear you play!'': yelled Y/N after Luke's retreating figure.

''A ghost next door,'': Whispered the H/C-haired girl to herself before heading inside.

[beavtifvl-creatvres]

Safe In Your Arms - Peter Parker

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x fem!anti-villain!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse, angst, fluff

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"Catch me if you can, Spidey," A playful tone came from behind Peter. Arcane had once again pulled another prank; silly string littered the school's halls. He chuckled, turning around to see her leaned back against a locker. Her eyes glimmered as Peter took a step forward.

"It's not fair for you to know who I am," He took another step forward "when I haven't even heard your name," She smiled, her teeth showing, kicking off the locker with ease.

"Maybe you're not trying hard enough," The words echoed in Peter's head as she spoke, her mouth not moving.

A normal person would have freaked if she were to get into their heads. But Peter wasn't normal. He had grown accustomed to her somewhat distorted voice in his head, only have heard it thrice in real life.

Arcane smirked as she heard footsteps from around the corner. She walked away, but not before leaving Peter red with a kiss on his cheek.

The boy was barely able to slip into a broom closet before he heard the sound of his teachers approaching.

The next time they saw each other was on December 28th, Peter's birthday. Peter's heart stopped as his ears picked up a knock on his window, cautiously turning to see Arcane with a gentle smirk on her face.

"Brought something for the birthday boy," His eyes widened as she spoke.

She sat on the fire escape, Peter joining her and promptly being handed a red gift bag. His eyes scanned over the bag, noting the spiders drawn on and the heart next to his name on the top corner; Happy Birthday Petey ♡

"I swear it's not a bomb," She smiled. "if it makes you feel any better." He chuckled, gently opening the gift, scared he might rip it.

His hands landed on a cool, round object. As he pulled it out his eyes widened in awe, gliding over the intricately made solar system set in glass. He looked to the girl who was simply gleaming, she took the sphere from him as he went to open the other gift. Peter's fingers closed around a small box. Pulling it out, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Inside, he found a small silver ring. The outside had engravings of the phases of the moon while the inner side was engraved with For Peter - To the moon and back xx.

He turned to look at the girl who was nowhere to be seen. She had slipped away leaving the gift and a small note in her wake.

Thank you for keeping me safe

-A

Peter's mind raced. "Safe? What?"

Peter didn't hear of or from the masked girl for almost 5 months before he spotted a note sitting on his desk after he came home from patrolling.

"Hey Petey,

Miss me? I miss pulling my little tricks and you showing up.

The flowers are beginning to bloom.

Love,

Arcane"

The boy read and reread the note, pulling out the letters H e l p every time. His mind raced the next day, confusion filling his every thought. Well, until Ned spoke up.

"What did you say?" The two boys stopped in their tracks as Peter spoke up.

"The flowers are blooming? At the garden?" Ned looked to his best friend, eyebrows furrowed. Peter dug through his pockets, wrapping his fingers around the note before pulling it out and showing his friend. His mind was clouded with a far-off memory.

Peter had been patrolling when Ned alerted him about turmoil at the botanical gardens. Let's just say he didn't find what he was expecting that night.

"So it's true," A voice echoed through the garden. "Queens' got a superhero protecting her," As Peter looked around, his eyes landed on a figure standing in the shadows. As it stepped forward, the moonlit up the girl's masked face. A playful smirk, e/c eyes, and h/c hair were all he could make out.

"Who are you?" Peter's eyes narrowed as the girl stepped forward.

"Arcane," She smiled, a mischievous glimmer in her eye. "but trouble works too" She winks, taking a step back as glitter falls covering him in the sparkly pink substance.

Peter's wide eyes meet hers one last time before she blows him a kiss and walks away.

"I'll see you around, Spidey"

"That's it! The gardens!" Ned looked at Peter confused, silently questioning what was going on. "I got to go, hero time, go!" Ned hesitated before opening Peter's bedroom door, walking in, and setting up his computer to monitor the boy.

"You came," Peter immediately recognized the voice, though it was more hoarse and he couldn't hear even the slightest bit of perkiness like usual. "Didn't think you would, to be honest, Pete"

"What are you talking about? Where are you?" His heart started racing, eyes flitting around the room to find the girl he had grown used to.

A cough came from behind him. He turned to see her and his eyes widened. She was herself, no mask, no suit. Just a battered-up band tee and jeans. But before he could finally look at her, his eyes landed on the bruises and cuts on her face. "Y/n? What the hell? What...what happened to you?"

"Hey, Parker," She smiled, lightly wincing.

"No, don't fucking do this, Y/n." He walked towards the girl, taking off his own mask and dropping it to the ground once reaching her. His hands lightly cupped her cheeks, grazing over the marks on her face as his eyes assess the damage. "What happened?"

"Might wanna sit down for this," She smiled, tried to get rid of the rising tension in the room. She takes in a breath as Peter sits beside her, eyes gliding over the colorful flowers. "My stepdad's the reason we moved here, he um...he's- not the nicest, I suppose. After my mom died, he started hitting me, my dad tried to get custody over me but my stepdad somehow proved that he was an alcoholic and I wouldn't be safe with him." As Y/n spoke, Peter listened intently, holding onto every word she said. "He found out that I was- Uhm...I talking to you, I guess, and he got a little more violent that night, I don't really remember what happened but I woke up in the hospital a month later. My brother found me in my room the next morning." She didn't know, but tears were slowly picking up the pace as they rolled down her face. Peter took her into his arms, holding her tight as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

As she stopped crying, the cries turning to little whimpers and hiccups, Peter slightly pulled away to look at her. He always noticed the girl in class and the way she zoned out as Ms. Evans spoke, or the way her eyes lit up when the teacher brought up a certain topic, but now as he realized that she was the one he had fallen for, a small smile lit up his face.

"I'm right here, I'm not gonna let him hurt you," He whispered, resting his forehead to hers. A gentle smile slipped onto her face as he wiped away her remaining tears. "I'm not letting go,"

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[h2bakugou]

Maybe a x Baku fic where he and the reader are friends and the reader gets captured in a fight by a villain with similar quirks to Aizawa that only work if he’s touching the victim? Anyway the only way to get out of the situation is for Baku to literally blow the villain away from you.(bonus if the villain is a bit of a creep).The reader gets really hurt so Baku offers to check in on them as he feels kinda guilty but they end up growing close? Fluff and soft ‘in here to protect you now’ ending?x

a/n: ooo yess!! friends to lovers trope with a bit of angst? count me in! thank you for the request, we’re nearing the end and we’ll be able to open back up soon!!

summary: close friends to being caught in a terrible situation, a villain whose quirk works like your homeroom teacher’s, it’s the ultimate equation that brings you closer to bakugou.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, a bit of angst, gore/violence

wordcount: 1.8k 

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It was supposed to be a normal Tuesday, similar to other Tuesdays. The ones that sometimes didn’t feel like Tuesdays at all, or felt all too much like a Tuesday. It was the slightly soggy breakfast from heating it up in the microwave after getting up late kind of Tuesday.

It was the forgetting your pencil bag and having to borrow one for Bakugou, who gratefully trusted you with his favorite mechanical one that had the tiniest All Might nod kind of Tuesday.

It wasn’t supposed to be the unreal encounter with a villain whose quirk was to ‘erase’ your quirk by touching you. Similar to Mr. Aizawa, your quirk refused to work if this villain was touching you at all.

This was not the Tuesday you had hoped it would’ve been.

- - -

Six Hours Earlier

Funneling the soggy waffles into your mouth, you tried to ignore the damp and soft texture as it went into your mouth, and also tried to ignore the somehow scalding food as it sat in your mouth.

It was gone quickly, and you were able to catch up to Bakugou as he headed toward the school building.

“Did you enjoy sleeping in, dumbass?” Bakugou looked at you, his hands in his pockets like usual.

“Hey, I stayed up late trying to study because someone goes to bed at eight-thirty.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You said you were busy when i texted you to see if you wanted to study. It’s your own damn fault.”

“Kaminari suckered me into three games of monopoly! He wouldn’t let me leave until he won.” You sighed. Bakugou rolled his eyes and removed a hand from his pocket. He punched your shoulder lightly and looked at the ground.

“You’ll do fine on this test. Just don’t sweat it. You stress to fuckin’ much.” Bakugou reassured you, which was rare. But in a ‘I have to put up with you’ kind of way, Bakugou was happy to know you’d stayed up studying instead of watching a tv show.

“Thanks. I’ll study with you next time, I promise.” You lifted your pinky and showed it to Bakugou, awaiting his.

“I’m not doing a pinky promise with you.”

“C’mon!”

“No.”

“Please?”

A sigh. You went to pull away when Bakugou’s pinky wrapped around yours and tugged at it tightly.

“You annoy me.” Bakugou grunted, un-twirling his pinky and replacing his hand in his pocket.

During class, the big test you’d feared had finally fallen upon you. And just when things had gotten bad, they got worse.

You didn’t have a single writing utensil on you, because you’d forgotten your pencil pouch of course. Of all things to happen today, it had to be the forgotten pencil pouch.

“Bakugou.” You whispered, leaning over to his desk.

“What?” He huffed, watching as Present Mic passed out papers.

“Can I borrow a pencil? I forgot my pouch at home, I’ll give it back as soon as I’m done.” You explain. Bakugou rolls his eyes and shakes his head, lending you the one he had in his hand.

He quickly grabbed out another and you resumed your position in your seat and looked at the pencil.

It looked nice, maybe a bit expensive, for a pencil at least, and the color scheme was odd. It was mechanical, with a little bitty All-Might on it. It was tiny, and probably something he got because it was so low-key.

He really was an All Might fanboy.

The test went smoothly, much smoother than you thought. And when you got your score back at the end of class, you were so happy.

You caught up with Bakugou, and handed him his pencil back.

“Thanks for letting me borrow that, I owe ya one! But look!” You eagerly showed him your score. It was among the highest, only a few marks off from being a perfect score.

“Good job.” Bakugou nodded, slipping his pencil back inside his bag.

“Wanna walk back to the dorms together?” You asked, slipping your test back inside your bag and slinging it around your shoulder.

With a subtle ‘tch’ from Bakugou, the two of you left the class building.

But you were abruptly stopped when the alarms inside started going off. A large explosion caused you and Bakugou to duck from the flying debris.

“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou shouted.

“I don’t know!” You called, looking at him worriedly. You tossed your bag and stood back up, charging over to the where the explosion had gone off.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Bakugou grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“Going to help! I can’t just sit here!” You yell, pulling away form him.

“You’re going to get yourself killed dumbass!” Bakugou began running with you, looking at you angrily. He wasn’t made at you, he was just frustrated. 

He admired your selflessness.

Upon arriving at the scene, there were a few injured students you managed to help get to safety, handing them to other nearby students so you could get a closer look at what was happening.

An arm emerged from the rubble, seemingly reaching out for help.

As soon as your hand gripped theirs, you felt your body grow weak. Almost like how you felt when Eraserhead used his quirk. A quick scan resulted in one conclusion: he wasn’t even here yet.

“Got ‘cha!” The voice called. A man jumped out and wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you away from the rubble.

“(Y/n)!” Bakugou shouted, opening his palms, ready to charge at the mam.

“No no no!” The man yelled, a firm grip around your throat. You coughed, trying to get air back into your lungs. It was a struggle.

“Such smooth skin, you would be perfect for my collection!~” The man caressed your cheek and all you could feel was sick. 

“What do you want?” You asked, your hand gripping at his arm in an attempt to free some space between it and your throat.

“To skin you of course! To store it and sell it! Your skin is delicate and seemingly untouched, it’d be worth a fortune! Let's take a closer look.”

“Don’t fucking touch them!” Bakugou shouted again, waiting for others to get here. They were taking to long.

“Use your quirk already!” Bakugou shouted again.

“I can’t! It won’t work!” You shouted back which resulted in a tighter hold around your throat, sending out more struggled coughs from your airways.

“I don’t see Eraserhead! Why would he-”

“It’s not him silly! It’s me!” The man holding you laughed, his free hand finally reaching around and gripping a knife by your side.

“My touch allows one’s quirk to be blocked. They won’t be able to use their quirk as long as I’m touching them.”

“Get your hands off them you sick fuck!” Bakugou took another step but this was a bad move.

“Take another step and they’ll have 30 seconds to get aid for their severed artery, and frankly, I don’t see anyone around to help unless you can take me out in 5 of those seconds.”

“I’ll be fine! Just go g-get help!” You struggled to speak, your vision becoming spotty from the lack of oxygen.

Think. Bakugou had to think. He was looking for any way to get close to him. But if this guy touched him, he’d be done for. Even without a quirk, this guy looked dangerous, maybe to dangerous for Bakugou to take on quirk-less.

There was one option. 

But it would put you in harms way. 

“Hold on!” Bakugou screamed, charging for the pile of rubble behind where you were being held.

Using an AP shot, Bakugou obliterated the ground the rubble sat on, sending you and the man flying forward. 

It was a big enough gap to give Kirishima, someone who had come to aid at the right time, enough space to grab you from the hold of the villain.

There were going to be several drawbacks though.

- - -

The beeping of a hospital machine was a dull ache in your ears as you rubbed your tired eyes awake. 

You’d survived. A few big bruises from the villain’s hold on your throat, plus two broken ribs from Bakugou’s move to save you, as well as a few scrapes and cuts from debris, you were alive and well.

Bakugou stepped into the room, a worried expression on his features. He’d been worrying for about three days straight now, wondering if you were going to hate him, or if you were even going to wake up.

“There’s my hero.” You say softly, smiling at him as he looks at you, holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“I’ve just seen people bring these in movies. I didn’t know what kind you liked.” Bakugou handed you the flowers and sat down in a uncomfortable chair beside your bed.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” You lay them in your lap as you look at him. He’s hurt, but physically fine.

“You saved my life Bakugou. Don’t be so hard on yourself. It took more guts to pull that move of than it would have to beat that guy up.” You reached for his hand. Holding it in your own, you rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.

“I landed you in the hospital, and for two days you were unresponsive!” Bakugou had teary eyes as he looked at you. You felt your heart ache as you looked at him.

“But I’m fine now. I owe you big time now.” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“I hurt you. I never wanted to do that.” Bakugou looked down. His abrasiveness was gone. This was rare for him, but the raw emotion was probably something he’d been bottling up for a while.

“You were my hero. Everyone is okay, and that villain is being locked up. I could never hate you ‘Suki.” You reference his first name in the nickname you call him.

“I just care about you so fucking much-”

You lean up and pull him into you, slamming your lips onto his. You were tired of this being ‘just friends.’ This was something you’d been wanting to do for ages now.

Seeing him like this hurt you more than he thought he’d already hurt you. You loved him with every fiber of your being. And so did he.

Kissing you back, Bakugou felt relieved. Like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He didn’t want to cry anymore, nor did he want to continue moping about.

He’d seen and heard that you were okay, so you had to be right?

“You’re such a dumbass.” Bakugou said as he pulled away, hovering in front of your face.

“For what?!” You smile, looking into his crimson eyes.

“For making me fall in love with you.”

“Then I guess I’m the biggest dumbass there is.”

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[dracofeltonmalfoy]

Cute Babies

Pairing: Draco x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, mention of deaths, angst and fluff

Word Count: 5266

A/N: Baldy, no nose voldy doesn’t exist, Snape has a niece and his father is in this story. Also Lucius is nice.

This was a request, @bbeauttyybbx hope you like it hun! xxx

“Malfoy, if you DO NOT move out of my way, I will kick you in your groin like I did exactly 2 months ago and poor old Parkinson as well as the 6 other girls you were entertaining at the time were not able to get their sexual satisfaction from you and you weren’t able to piss without your dick hurting, so Mr Malfoy if you don’t want that to happen again I suggest you MOVE!” She screamed in Draco’s face. For a 5’2 girl who looks very angelic with her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair and shiny Y/E/C eyes, she sure was intimidating when she was angry, but the only person who found her anger very amusing and a form of entertainment was the platinum haired, 5’9, grey eyed boy, Draco Malfoy.

“Y/L/N, let's not make that mistake again, hmm? You know very well you only did that because you were jealous you weren’t in their place and to be very honest with you, you...will...never be. Just look at yourself, no fashion sense, so short and have been with every boy our age in slytherin. Do you think I’d really go for a girl like you?” Draco whispered in her ear, this was enough for Y/N to, once again, knee him, but before she could he grabbed her wrist and spun her around so her back was now against his chest and her arm twisted behind her. “No, darling. Don’t you dare try that again.”

“Malfoy, let me go or I swear I will hex you.”

“Try,”

“Malfoy, I’m going to say it again, let me go.”

“Hmmm, I’ll let you go, but only if you do one thing.”

“Oh hell no, I am not doing anything for you Malfoy, we can stand her for as long as you want then and be late to potions, but I am not doing anything you tell me too. And anyways, Snape loves me more than you, he is my mother’s brother after all.”

“Your wish is my command Y/L/N.” Draco’s grip on Y/N’s arm was getting tighter and tighter and Y/N knew she was going to have a print of his fingers on her arm, but there was no way she was going to tell him that he was hurting her. “Come on Y/L/N, it’s obvious you’re hurting, why don’t you listen to the deal.” She stood there quietly, giving no response, resulting in Draco tightening his grip even more, but this time using his free hand to grab her chin and turning it sideways so he could see her face. “Dump Zabini.” he breathed out

“Are you having a laugh Malfoy? Why would I dump my boyfriend because you told me to, not to mention my boyfriend of 2 years?”

“You answered your own question darling, because I told you to. And i’ll tell ya something else, right now, this very second Zabini is shagging your best friend in the broom cupboard.” after saying that the platinum haired boy let her out of his grip.

“Oh you’ve crossed the line Malfoy, you have crossed the fucking line.”

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me, let’s go to potions and see where your beloved boyfriend and best friend are shall we?”

“Go suck a dick, you git!”

Y/N ran to potions, her heart pounding and her head spinning. She stopped outside her class to see that Malfoy was right, both Blaise and Pansy were missing. “Told you so.” Malfoy whispered in her ear before entering the class.

“Mr Malfoy…oh and Y/N, why are you two so late?” Snape asked firmly, but before any more words were spoken, Y/N ran to the broom cupboard. Breathless, she whipped the door open to see her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend and best friend, ex-best friend all over each other.

“My grandfather will definitely be hearing about this, but for now MY UNCLE WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS! YOU FILTHY LITTLE PEASANTS! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TWO? HOW DARE YOU DECEIVE ME? ME?!?! Y/N Y/L/N? ONE MINUTE, IT WILL TAKE ME LESS THAN A MINUTE TO FUCK YOUR LIVES UP!” Y/N screamed, her eyes fogging up, but she didn’t dare let a tear fall.

“Babe, babe it's not what you think it is I…”

“Oh sod off, you didn’t deserve me anyways, my papa was right, I should’ve gone for some with the same standards as me. He was right, you were only with me for the money!” She screamed, trying not to break down in front of them. “You look like you're about to shit yourself sweetheart, don't worry i’ll just think all the money I spent on you was charity.” And with that she stormed off to go to potions, leaving Zabini and Parkinson dreading what might happen next.

“Uncle?” Y/N whispered, her head down, trying hard not to let the class know she was crying.

“Y/N? Where did you go?” Snape questioned, looking at his deceased sister’s last memento.

“Can I please talk to you?”

“We are in a…”

“Now?” she looked up a bit and Snape saw her puffy eyes, but at the same time someone else did as well. He quickly gave the class some work to do, grabbed Y/N and left the class.

Draco sat at his desk, observing everything that happened. He should've been happy, he was happy, until he saw her puffy eyes, her red eyes, eyes filled with tears and pain. The girl, who never cried, the girl who didn’t even cry when her parents were killed, the girl who only spread happiness and joy was crying. Y/N told her uncle everything and to say her uncle was more relieved than angry was an understatement. “Y/N, they will be punished, I promise you, but I am extremely happy right now that the facade ended. You deserve someone who is as wealthy as you, someone who me and your papa think is reliable and we have chosen the someone for you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, after you have graduated this year we will be visiting your future in-laws, it was your mother’s wish to get you married straight after you graduated. I will not tell you who it is, but you will be happy with this decision and one more thing focus on your N.E.W.T.S, not on that stupid boy, go to your dorm now.” Snape finished and showed a rare sign of affection by kissing the top of the heartbroken girl’s head.

Summer Holidays

Y/N, her papa and Snape were standing outside Malfoy Manor. Y/N was shocked, extremely shocked, her jaw was practically touching the floor. “Papa?” “Yes, my angel.” “THE Malfoys?” “Yes, my angel.” “THE Malfoys?” “I thought we already answered that question, but yes my angel.” “Papa, nooooooooo, pwease, pwease, pwease, pwease, pwease, pweaseeeeeee.” Y/N begged, with the cutest, most innocent puppy eyes and sad face. “No, father. No! Do not look at her and do not apparate back.” Snape said, receiving a glare from Y/N. “Angel, I don’t know how long i’m going to live and this is the last of your parents’ last wishes, please try to understand and not put up a fuss.” Y/N’s grandfather told her, he knew these words would melt Y/N a tiny bit and she would agree. “Fine, but please don’t talk about death, I don’t want to lose you two as well, you are the only good things I have left.” And with that said a house elf appeared and escorted them inside the manor.

Y/N was wearing a long red silk dress that showed off her curves, her hair braided like a crown at the top and the rest of her hair curled and down. She looked breathtaking. “Good afternoon, it’s lovely seeing you here Mr Snape, Severus and Miss Y/L/N.” a voice called, it was Lucius Malfoy. “Good afternoon son, good afternoon Narcissa, where is the young Malfoy?” Y/N’s papa questioned and Y/N tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at his name. “He’ll be down by the time we have settled down in the dining room.” Narcissa replied sweetly, she was Y/N’s favourite Malfoy, sweet and kind, she sometimes reminded her of her own mother.

When they entered the dining room, Draco was standing there waiting for them. The two teens made very awkward eye contact, to say the least, and Y/N could’ve sworn she saw Draco blush.

Draco’s POV

Fucking hell she looks amazing. What the hell? You hate her, you hate her, you hate her, well you don’t hate her, you dislike her. Right? Repeat the mantra Draco, you dislike her, you dislike her, you.. “Draco darling, come sit down. We all know Y/N looks beautiful tonight, no need to make her feel awkward.” Mother teased. Shit! Was I staring for that long? I took a seat in front of Y/N, which was probably the worst decision i’ve made tonight, and “So, should we talk about the wedding now or after dinner?” Father asked. “I think after dinner is perfect, an old man needs to fill his stomach up before making big decisions.” Y/N’s grandfather laughed and Y/N smiled and shook her head. Merlin, she looked angelic.

During dinner I think I looked at her about 50 times, very slyly, obviously. Me, the Slytherin Prince, being sly, as easy as pie. “Do I have something on my face?” Shit, she’s caught me. “Huh? I mean pardon?” “Do...I...have...something...on...my...face?” “You didn’t have to say it like I have a hearing problem! I can hear very well thanks!” “Well, you were the one who said ‘huh, pardon?’ not me! SO I thought maybe you’ve developed a hearing problem of some sort. Also, I asked you a question so stop avoiding it!” “Who said I was avoiding your silly question? To answer your question Y/L...Y/N, yes there is! Your nose, your eyes, your lips, your eyebrows, there's a lot on your face!” “Have you never…why are you guys laughing?” Y/N asked the elders around us “Oh nothing dear, how wonderful! Young love! What a beauty!” mother answered. “Young WHAT?” Both of us questioned, together! “Young love children, it always starts off with some teasing and bickering. You two already sound like a married couple!”

“Draco, please give Y/N the wonderful, wonderful, gift you have selected for her.” “Yes, mother. Y/N, here, this is for you.” I handed her a velvet box that had a green emerald pendant in it, mother had chosen it, because I didn’t know about this arrangement until yesterday night and I expect Y/N didn’t as well. “Thanks, um…” “Here angel give this to Draco. Son, Y/N selected this for you, with a lot of love.” “I did? I did, yeh I did! Um...here you go, hope you like it haha.” Ok she definitely didn’t pick it and she definitely didn’t know about this arrangement either. I opened the box to see a snake ring, not that I needed anymore, but I still liked it. “Thank you, I do like it.”

“Draco, son, why don’t you and Y/N go for a walk, we’ll call you when dessert is ready?” Mother offered, well basically told me, I nodded my head and waited for Y/N to stand up. I walked out and she was behind me, walking so slowly. We got to the garden and I turned around to see Y/N missing. “Y/N? Y/N? For Salazar’s sake Y/N are you that dumb you can’t follow a 5’9 guy properly? Y/N!” I yelled and to my surprise she was knelt down in front of the roses, looking at them in awe, like they were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. “I was shouting your name Y/L/N, you could’ve at least told me you’re here!” “Oh, you were? The thing is, the two words you call me are midget or Y/L/N, so I couldn’t hear my first name from your pretty mouth.” “Pretty mouth? You think I have a pretty mouth? Well you will be thrilled to know that after marriage this pretty mouth will be all yours!” I smirked, but internally cursing myself for being such an idiotic flirt, that was such a stupid pick up line, if you would even call it a pick up line.

“Thank you.” she said softly. “Thank you? I should say thank you, you complimented..” “No, you git! Thank you for telling me about Bla...those two.” She looked down towards her feet. “Y/N/N, um, Y/N, shit um, Y/L/N, I…it’s um...you don’t need to thank me. I...um...I…” “So first you call me by my first name, then you call me by my nickname and now you stutter as well? Any other surprises Draco?” DRACO! SHE CALLED ME DRACO! I SWEAR MY HEART DID 5 SOMERSAULTS IN 2 SECONDS! Her saying my first name was so damn cute. “I’m sorry.” “Oh for fucks sake another surprise! THE Draco Malfoy apologizing, now that really is a surprise!” She laughed anndddddd there we go again my heart flipping over and over again. “But honestly, jokes apart, why are you saying sorry?” “Because I made you cry that day.” “Not the first time.” “Oh, wait, I've made you cry before?” “Mhm, but forget that…” “No, no, no forgetting, please tell me.” “Anddddd another surprise. Draco, are you sure you’re not drunk?” “No, I'm not.” I grabbed her hand and led her to the bench near us and sat down, patting the place next to me telling her to sit down. To my surprise, she actually did. “Do you remember in first year I was wearing an old rusty watch?” “Yes?” “And you made fun of me for having all the money in the world, but wearing a rusty old watch like a mudbl...that word. That was my late mother’s watch, it was the first present my father got her when they got married, with his own money, not his inheritance. And it was thrown in the bin, because it wasn���t slytherin enough” Oh shit. “Then when you broke my quill?” “I didn’t Goyle did.” “You stood there and laughed, you stood there and encouraged him. That was my late father’s lucky quill and he gave it to me before he died and said my lucky charm gets my lucky quill, I don’t need this when I have you with me.” I was such a prick. “Then when…” “I...I can't hear anymore Y/N, I am sorry, I really am sorry.”

I look up to see tears rolling down her cheeks. I made her cry again. “Y/N/N I am so sorry, please, please don’t cry. Please love please. Please don’t cry.” I moved forward so I was sitting right next to her. Hesitantly, I brought her into my chest and wrapped my arms around her, one arm resting on the back of her head and one on her back. “Sshh, sshh it’s fine, it’ll all be ok, i’m so sorry, so so sorry. I am a fuck up, a big fuck up.” I moved my hands to each side of her cheek, wiping away the tears with my thumbs. “Do you know why I was a dick to you? It won’t really justify what I did, but it is something. I don’t know how to handle feelings Y/N, I show the same emotions to people I love, people I hate, people I like and people I dislike. The only person I’m not like that with is my mother. When I first saw you, I practically died there and then, I didn’t know how someone could look so beautiful, then after Christmas when I heard your parents passed away, I thought you’d be broken, but no, you were still smiling, giggling, enjoying yourself and to be honest I was jealous. How could someone be so strong. Then you got your first boyfriend, who wasn’t me, that killed me. Then you broke up after 2 years and he hurt you, so I hurt him and he broke both his arms during a quidditch game, even though we were in the same team and Ravenclaw got the blame. Then literally 6 months later you and Zabini got into a relationship, even though he knew I had feelings for you. If I really hated you Y/N, I would’ve stayed quiet about the fact that Zabini was cheating on you with Pansy. I kept trying to tell myself that I hate you, I dislike you, but everytime I see that smile of yours I can’t stop. Y/N/N, I’ve liked you since first year and I know it’s hard to believe, but I have.” Woah, okay I got that out of the way, but why wasn’t she replying?

Her mouth was wide open, eyes practically popping out of her head and she was frozen, I swear for a minute I thought someone had frozen her. “Can you please reply? I’m kinda shitting myself here.” Why did I say that? I mentally facepalmed myself. “What the fuck Draco? What the actual fuck? You can’t just be a dick for 7 years then say you love, well like me and then expect me to answer within 2 minutes of you saying that! I need time to actually let my brain function and understand what just happened!” “Um, ha, yeh, um...take as much time as…” “Oh, I will, thank you very much!” “Actually, um...could you kinda hurry up, because your silence and glare are kinda scaring me.” “Mhm.” “Mhm?” “Mhm” “Mhm?” “Mhm” “Mhm?” M FUCKING HM! NOW SHUT UP!” “I...sorry.” She looks so cute when she’s angry, wow. It started to rain ever so slightly, but looking up at the sky, it was obvious it was going to be pouring with rain very soon.

“I can’t believe it took you 7 years to say that you git! You are cute and tall and you have really nice eyes and you are quite handsome. We would have cute babies.” She started talking and I choked on my own spit. “Did I interrupt you when you were talking?” “No, sorry.” I cleared my throat. “I did have a little, now don’t suddenly have an ego boost, right where was I? Yeh! I did have a little crush on you, since we became potions partners, even though you were the world’s biggest prick. KEYWORD Malfoy, were! What I’m tryna get at here is, maybe, well yeah I like you too, but because both of us are, KEYWORDS AGAIN Draco, ARE AND WE, um where was I again? Yeh. We are so stubborn we didn’t tell each other that. Ok so what i’m gonna say is big, but don’t freak out, but I think the decision for us to get married was the right decision, but wrong time, but now I feel like it’s the right decision right…”I cut her off by cupping her cheeks and kissing her, she was shocked at first, but then our lips were moving in sync and that’s when I realised what I had done. Once again mentally facepalming myself during the kiss. Merlin, she was hard to resist, she’s adorable.

As I had expected it was pouring with rain and honestly, I just wanted time to stop, Y/N with me, it’s pouring with rain, how romantic! Oh if she heard me she’d think I’m so cringey. I pulled away and “Um sorry, I interrupted you again.” “This is the one interruption I don’t mind.” she said laughing and I could feel my face heating up and going red. This time, she pulled me in to kiss, her soft hands going around and wrapping around my neck and my hands resting on her waist. But obviously I couldn’t have a good moment without being interrupted. “Papaaaaa, THE Malfoys? THE Malfoys? Papaaaa noooooooo, pwease, pwease, pwease, pwease, pweaseeeeeeee. You two are the only good things I have lefttttttt. Angel, you said these words, not even 2 hours ago.” “Papa? Um, I, you always say you’re right and you’ll always make good decisions for me, so um I was just checking if the decision is really good or not.” Y/N laughed awkwardly, realised what she said and, “No, I meant, we were, um I don’t know, Draco?” “Oh um, Sir, we were getting to know each othe...ouch!” Y/N stepped on my foot and I realised what I had just said, we were stuck in a messy situation. “Oh kids, you youngsters say you understand jokes, but looking at your flustered states I don’t think you do.” Mr Snape laughed and we awkwardly laughed with him. “Once you’ve finished what you’ve started, come down and have dessert, just make sure Severus doesn’t see you two or he’ll probably hex you son.” “Papppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” “See you in the dining room angel” And with that Y/N’s papa walked off laughing.

“One good thing Malfoy, one damn good thing was happening and you fuck up again!” “Fuck up, excuse you, but I didn’t invite your papa to walk into us snogging did I?” “Well, you could’ve, I don’t know, been more alert of the situation, kept your eyes open, looking out for people!” “Oh wow, so you expect me to keep my eyes open mid make out to look out for people. Darling, don’t you think that’s a bit creepy?” “No, well, yes, but no, but yes. Oh for fucks sake Draco! You’re so annoying!” Y/N starts walking stomping away. “Hey, we haven’t finished what we started!” “Sod off Malfoy, go finish it off with Parkinson!” Parkinson? Where did she come from? “OI! Come back!” I yelled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into me before slamming my lips onto hers. Breathless, I reluctantly pull back, “Finish what we started off remember? Now, where were we again?” And we did finish off what we started, the only problem was that we didn’t want it to finish and we had to finish it so someone else (Severus Snape) didn't walk in on us making out. I quickly said a drying spell and we went back to the dining room.

Reader’s POV

“Welcome back children. Hope you enjoyed your time together.” Narcissa greeted the two, “Your wedding has been scheduled to be next month, 9th to be exact. Y/N as I am sure Severus and your grandfather have no idea how to shop for wedding dresses, Narcissa will take you.” “Yes, Sir, that’s perfectly fine.” “Oh please don’t call me Sir, you can call me father.” “Thank you.” “Tomorrow you and Draco will go out for lunch, I have booked you two a table. It is at 1:30 exactly, please do not be late.” “Um, I will be there, thank you.” “No need to say thank you dear.”

The Next Day

1:30 went to 1:40 to 1:50 to 2:00 to 2:30, but there was no sign of the young Malfoy and Y/N was getting very, very annoyed. “I’m leaving!” Y/N mumbled. “Y/N! Wait up!” Malfoy yelled, extremely out of breath. “WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL THIS? I HAVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR AN HOUR DRA...MALFOY AND YOU ARE LATE! ENJOY THIS LUNCH BY YOURSELF, BECAUSE I AM NO LONGER INTERESTED! TAKE WHOEVER HELD YOU UP TO THIS LUNCH! I AM NOT HUNGRY!” and with that Y/N apparated back to her home. “Great, now what do I do?” Draco asked himself, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That git…” “Language.” “That boy was 1 hour late papa! I hate people who aren’t punctual! I can’t trust him, what if he’s late to our wedding?” “So you’re already thinking about your wedding?” “No...I…” “Go freshen up sweetheart. You seem tired” “Ok papa.”

WHOOSH! “What the..” “Hey!” Malfoy said. “Malfoy, before just apparating into someone's bedroom you should really apparate outside and knock first! As you can see I am currently wrapped in only a towel and I do not appreciate you turning up like this! You either turn up late or turn up without warning!” Y/N yelled, “Well I was late and you left, so I decided I’ll surprise you and turn up at your home” and to tease her more the platinum haired boy walked closer and closer, until Y/N’s knees hit the bed and she fell backwards. Draco leaned over her and whispered “You said something about us having cute babies yesterday, wouldn’t mind trying that out.” He stood back up and turned around, “I’ll wait for you downstairs, I have a little surprise for you.” And with that he left, leaving a very flustered Y/N laying on her bed, blushing like a maniac.

“Angel, look who’s here!” Y/N’s papa pointed towards Draco and Draco greeting her like he hadn’t just seen her half naked and left her extremely flustered 15 minutes ago. “What a very pleasant surprise!” Y/N greeted, very sarcastically. “Sir..” “Call me papa” “Papa, if I have your permission, could I take your angel somewhere today. Even though we were in the same school, same house, same year, we don’t know much about each other. I’d like to spend the day getting to know her.”

“Getting to know her? Like yesterday?” “PAPAAAAAA!” “I’m just joking angel.” “Son, come here quickly.” “Yes papa?” “Please do use protection if you get that far.” Mr Snape whispered in Draco’s ear, this time leaving Draco flustered, but Y/N overheard “PAPAAAA! OMG! DRACO GO OUTSIDE I’LL COME IN A MINUTE!” “Oh angel, look how red you have gotten, but please be safe.” “BYE PAPA!” “Bye angel.”

“You want babies, but papa wants us to use protection, pray tell me how that works?” “DRACOOOOOO!” “I haven’t even done anything and you’re already screaming my name.” “I will strangle you!” “Kinky.” “MALFOYYYY.” “Draco sounds better.” “That’s it, go where you wanna go alone, I’m not going with you.” “But I need you to have babies, I can’t have babies by myself, even though they would be perfect.” “DRACO! I AM GOING BACK HOME! AGAIN! ENJOY!” “Final decision?” “YUP!” Draco picked Y/N up bridal style, “PUT ME DOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” “The more you cooperate the quicker we get there sweetheart.” and led her to a very posh restaurant, different to the one from lunch, putting her down when they were at the door. They enter, have a lovely meal, get to know each other more (with words and quite a lot of kissing, let’s say more kissing than words) and when they had finished eating, Draco grabbed Y/N’s hand and said “Y/N, I know I've been a dick to you and I know I don’t deserve you. You are so beautiful, so adorable and yes we would have the cutest babies, mainly because of you and in order for that to happen you have to become Mrs Malfoy,” He got down on one knee and finished it off “Will you do the honour of marrying me, completing me and helping me become better? Will you Miss Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N marry me?” Y/N was in tears, she was an emotional wreck and to make it worse Draco stood up and before putting a ring on her finger, handed her two things, a watch that was EXACTLY like her mother’s and a quill that was EXACTLY like her father’s lucky quill.

“Dray…” she whispered, knowing if she spoke any louder she'd be sobbing. “I had to, we do need your parents' blessing as well and I didn’t want to feel guilty about the mistakes I made in the past and then look at you everytime and be reminded of all the times I made you cry and...this was the reason I was late earlier as well, I’m sorry my love. ” “YOU GIT! CAN YOU EVER DO ANYTHING WITHOUT MAKING ME CRYYYYYYYY?” “Hmmmmm, would making babies make you cry?” “DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!” “Hey, I don’t wanna hear my father’s name being screamed in the process.” “DRACOOOO!” “That’s better, but we haven’t even started, Merlin, you wouldn’t last 10 minutes.” He chuckled, earning a big slap on the chest from Y/N. “You haven’t answered my question. Will you marry me?” “Do I have a choice? I do want cute babies.” “So, yes?” “Yes!” He slid the Malfoy ring on her finger and they shared a passionate, loving kiss, both melting into each other. “Do you want me to keep my eyes open?” Draco teased. “Draco, if you want me to kiss you then you need to shut up before you lose the privilege to be kissed.” “Mhm, mhm. You wouldn’t want that though.” “Just kiss me you sap” and before they could deepen the kiss, “I hope you remember my advice son!” Y/N’s grandfather yelled from outside the window. “PAPAAAAAAAAAA!” “How does he turn up every time I’m kissing you?” “If I knew don’t you think I’d make sure it doesn’t happen again? Draco use your brain for once.” the two lovers chuckled

Marriage Day

“Are you ready angel?” “I think I am papa.” “Then let’s go, they’re waiting for us.” The doors opened and all eyes were on Y/N, she looked stunning and Draco could not get his eyes off of her. “Holy shit,” he mumbled, earning a nudge from his father. The vows are said and they were pronounced husband and wife, Mr and Mrs Malfoy, finishing it off with a sweet kiss. Y/N’s grandfather goes up to the newly wedded couple and whispers “Remember the advice I gave you last month? Don’t use that today.” “papaaa,” Y/N whispered, her papa leaving the two of them blushing and shaking their heads while he went and sat down. “Well at least we now know when we can start making cute babies.” Draco whispered “You’re such an idiot.” “I’m your idiot,” “Sap” “Only for you.”

Quite some time later

“Daddy?” “Yes Angel?” “Me and Shcorp have a question.” “Go ahead.” “Shcorp you ask.” “Daddy?” “Yes Scorpius?” “Did you and mummy have an argument last night?” “No sweetheart we didn't, why'd you ask?” Y/N asked, giving the twins milkshakes, Draco his coffee and sitting down next to him drinking her own coffee. Draco wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him and then gave her a confused look and she shrugged her shoulders in response. “Because we heard mummy shout your name quite a few times last night.” “JDCIFDOIACODJNAOVCD” Y/N and Draco both choked on their coffees, red in the face and extremely embarrassed, both coughing their lungs out staring at each other not knowing what to do or say. “My lovely children, have you heard of the term making cute babies?” Y/N’s papa came in and asked. The innocent children shaking their heads and their poor parents growing redder and redder. “Well, that’s what was happening.” the old man laughed. “PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Draco and Y/N shouted, very very embarrassed. To hide her embarrassment she hid her face in Draco’s chest. “So you were making cute babies? WE WANT TO MAKE CUTE BABIES!” “SCORP! ANGEL! NO!” the embarrassed couple yelled, “Children let your parents do that job.” “PAPPPPAAAAAAAAAA!” 

Y/N was right when she said they’d make cute babies, because the two kids sitting in front of them were the cutest and most beautiful kids anyone had seen.

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It's honor among theives, it's all that we've got.

Just a silly little c!karlnapity fic I've been working on. It's a little out dated but yknow, it is what it is.

Tw- Major ptsd, trauma/abuse flashback, panic/anxiety attack, it's lovely for Q Wc: 1624 AO3:link

It’s early in the morning, light filtering in through the blinds, dust suspended in the air. Quackity turns over, trying desperately to hold onto the remnants of sleep. The birds grow louder, as does the soft drone of life outside the walls, and he realizes his attempt to slip back into unconsciousness will be unsuccessful. He lets sleep slide from his grasp. Q sits up, and the room is a lot colder than he’d hoped. He bends sideways, feeling around for a hoodie he might have thrown on the floor last night, finds one, and tugs it over his head. There’s a knock at the far door, and he smiles as his partners walk in, padding across to him with a tray of food, very loudly- and badly- singing happy birthday. Q’s grin grows wider as he notices that he’s not wearing his own hoodie, but one that belongs to one of his boyfriends- the one who’s putting the tray down on his lap- and his other slides into bed next to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, Q!!” Karl grins, handing him a napkin.

“Happy, happy,” Sapnap says, immediately cutting off a piece of pancake and shoving it in Quackity’s mouth. Q groans and playfully smacks Sapnap’s hand, and the fork, away.

“Thank you, I’m gonna be honest I was not expecting you guys to do this- I forgot about today completely, anyways.” Q, mumbling around the bite of a rather dry pancake, takes the fork and knife back from Sapnap.

“Of course we would, we fucking love you, dude.” Sapnap adjusts his position to lean back against the bed frame, steading the tray with one hand.

“I know that, dumbass, but I didn’t even ask you to do this- like I said, I forgot that today was my birthday at all.” Q fidgets with the fork.

“Well, we didn’t- Sapnap didn’t at least,” Karl says, giggling- Q loved that little laugh he does.

“You didn’t have to ask us- don’t tell me you’ve never had breakfast in bed before,” Sapnap says.

“I- no, I guess I haven’t-” Q begins.

“In all your years no one’s ever brought you breakfast in bed?” Karl asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I mean, yeah, once, but I kinda spilled it everywhere.” Quackity tries to put a lightness in his voice, but Quackity couldn’t really manage it. He did have breakfast in bed once. The reason he got it was because he couldn’t get out of bed in the first place, the night before that had been absolutely awful. Maybe the worst of his life-

“Was that when you were a kid? You got someone to do it again?” Sapnap reaches over and sneaks a piece of bacon and stuffs it in his mouth, snapping Quackity back to reality.

“Not exactly. I- I didn’t know that was something you could do when I was a kid, and, uh, y’know, there’ve been only a few people willing to do… this… for me at all anyways,” Q mumbles, passing the fork through his fingers. He hopes they don’t press any further.

“Well, had it or not, you have hardly eaten anything so hush and let me feed you.” Karl seems to have completely missed what Quackity just said, and he was relieved.

“Wait- no- Karl I wanna do that.” Sapnap grabs the fork out of Quackity’s hand again, making the coffee mug teeter. Quackity shoots out a hand to steady it.

“Hey that’s not fair you get to sit next to him I wanna do it.” Karl crawls over Quackity’s legs and reaches out for Sapnap-

“Hey- guys-” the plate is sliding around on the tray, and Quackity would very much like to not stain the sheets. Not more than they already were, at least-

“You got to bring the tray to him I wanna do it-” Sapnap rotates away, hiding the fork- and his knee pops up, flipping the tray over. Quackity holds onto the steaming hot coffee mug, so at least that didn’t burn him, but the pancakes, bacon, and eggs fly everywhere. The plate bounces off the bed and shatters on the floor, leaving a sticky circle in its wake. The three of them are silent- but Quackity’s head rings with the sound of the plate breaking. It sounds so much like glass. It sounds like glass breaking. It sounds like a bottle being thrown and hitting a wall, missing your head by inches. It sounds like him. The tray clatters to the floor, but Quackity pays it no mind. The sound of shattering glass, porcelain, is drowning out the sound of his breathing, of the blood rushing through his skull. He doesn’t know if Karl and Sapnap are talking to him and quite frankly he doesn’t care. He doesn’t know where he’s looking, the image doesn’t make it to his brain. Another image, a memory, takes its place. He can’t feel the mug in his hands, but he knows it’s there, because every one of his muscles are tensed. He is completely still. He was never able to hurt him if he stood still. The ‘seeing-double’ myth was true and it always worked. If he got drunk, he got drunk enough to see quintuple. He never knew which Quackity to hit. All but once. The morning after, Quackity had leftover steak and potatoes, and a whisky stained kiss, for breakfast.

Quackity jumps as a hand cradles his face, some of the coffee spilling out- he braces himself. The coffee burns his hand. His mind spirals down and crashes back to reality.

“-you ok? Q?” An image of Karl, brushing his hair out of his face, and Sapnap, bent down cleaning up the plate off the floor, attacks his mind. The clinking shards, Karls light breathing and even lighter questions bombard his ears. His eyes sting. He pushes the mug into Karls hand and rushes out of the room, running down the hall and out to the balcony. It’s way too loud out here, too. Birds, cows, sheep, the distant sound of gleeful squeals and song. It’s too bright. There are too many colors. There’s too much going on. He just wants to hide.

“Quackity?” Sapnap calls from down the hall. Quackity loves him but he can’t do this right now. He digs through his pockets, and somehow, he has a three minute invis pot. That’s more than enough. He unstops the bottle, and downs it, the light liquid making his skin feel funny. He’s used to the feeling. He pockets the bottle, and turns down the hallway, Karl has joined Sapnap, the mug still in his hands. They both look really worried. He would be worried, too.

‘They wouldn’t hurt you and you know that. They’d rather die than hurt you. You know that. They’re not like him.’ Q tells himself. Karl and Sapnap pass by him, the breeze they produce ruffles his hair. Q hopes they- wait. He should be hoping they worry. Why is he hiding? He should talk to them about this. He’s running away from it, from them, again. But it's all he knows. Running from people who were supposed to protect him, when they didnt- when they hurt him- they left him- stood by and watched. No one protected him. No one ever cared enough to protect him-

"Sapnap-" Karl is stood in the middle of the hallway, he had come back up after checking for Quackity downstairs. Karl in front of Quackity, and Sapnap responds from a hallway out of Q's sight.

"Sapnap the balcony is open-" Karl says, worry tinting his voice.

"Yeah? Is he on the balcony?" Sapnap jogs back into view.

"Sapnap the front doors are still locked. He'd have left the front doors unlocked if he left through there." After a beat, both Karl and Sapnap break into a sprint down the stairs.

'What are they doing?' Quackity thinks, confused. 'What did it matter if the balcony- was the only way he could have gotten down- oh god-' Quackity runs after them, stopping to grab a bucket, he might be able to find a cow. Out on the patio, Q frantically looks around, trying to find any sign of movement, when a message pings on his wristband.

[S a p N a p]: H a s a n y o n e s e e n Q ?

Does he answer? Does he want- yes. Yes he wants them to find him. Q wants them to know he's safe. He's spent so long hiding from him, he needs to be found now.

/ m s g [S a p N a p]: I ' m s t i l l a t t h e h o u s e

He hears a semi-distant noise, the sound of running, as Karl and Sapnap round a tree and come barreling up the path. Q doesn't trust himself to speak. He reaches out and his hand brushes Karl's arm, and Karl stops.

"Karl?" Sapnap catches himself on the doorframe, and Karl looks down to where Q's hand rests on his arm.

"Quackity?" Karl asks, looking about three inches left to where Q actually is. Q squeezes Karl's arm. "You're invisible, honey." He covers Q's hand with his own, a twinkle in his eye.

"Is he here?" Sapnap walks up to them, and Q cups Sapnap's face with his other hand. Sapnap jumps, obviously, but still swoops in for a hug, getting Karl, but completely missing Q.

Quackity laughs. He joins the hug for himself, sandwiched in between Karl and Sapnap, and very faintly, "Thank you for not being like him."

The invis wears off.

Quackity doesn't need to hide.

He's been found.

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Times Square Significance

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), cockwarming, lovemaking?, language

Word Count: 1,986

Summary: After Aaron proposes in New York City, him and the reader head back to their hotel for a romantic night.

A/N: It has been super duper long since I’ve last written but this came to my head and I HAD to put it out into the internet. Let me know if you like it! Send in requests!!! I also didn’t spell check… oops.

Reader POV:

It was about time that Aaron and I took a small vacation. The BAU had started to get really stressful with the amount of cases popping up and people needing our help. Finally died down and we decided to get away, even if it was just for a few days. We drove all the way to New York City, just because Aaron knew how much I loved it.

Today is our second day here, I’ve been so excited that I woke up early to find Aaron curled up on my side with his head resting on my chest. His deep breaths fanning over my exposed skin, his floppy dark locks tickling my neck. I began to card my fingers through his hair, not wanting to wake him, but that failed when he started to stir a little bit.

Aaron muffled, “What time is it,” still groggy from his slumber.

“It’s 10 o’clock sleeping beauty,“ I quietly giggled. He slightly shook his head at the nickname, a light blush making its way to his cheeks. Without saying anything he got up and went to the bathroom, only for the shower to start seconds later. Taking this as a sign to get ready, I climbed out of bed and opened up my suitcase. I wasn’t sure what to wear, I had no idea what her plans were for today on the town. Just as I was thinking Aaron yelled from the bathroom, “Wear something nice! We might go see if we can snag tickets for a show!”

My heart fluttered, he knows how much I love Broadway. “Oh yeah? Which one are you thinking?“ I question as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

“That I’m not actually sure of, what’s the one with the soundtrack you listen to? The ghost in the theater or something?“ He asked.

Giggling I reply, “Phantom of the opera, silly. But I will admit that was cute.“

He walked over to me, “I try.“ He quickly picked me on the lips in rummages through his suitcase for clothes.

I finally choose a red, flowy dress, with some wedges and curl my hair and throw a little makeup on. Aaron dressed in some nice dress pants and a cream colored button up, with the first but none done, which was unusual for Mr. boss man.

We walked to a cute little diner for something to eat, by the time I was finished getting ready it was already lunchtime. We ate and chatted about New York and what else we were going to do during our stay.

*tiny time skip*

We had just bought our tickets for the Phantom of the Opera, grabbed some drinks, and headed to our seats. The whole time I sat in complete awe, I was a total nerd for the show. Aaron kept staring at me, I could see from the corner of my eye. I whispered, “why do you keep looking at me?“

“I love you, and because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.“ He attempted to whisper back over the loud contents of the show in front of us.

“Shush! we are watching!“ Some random lady whisper-yelled at us, causing us to giggle and turn back to the performance. Aaron‘s hand made its way to my knee, slightly squeezing, earning a small smile from me. I leaned against the shoulder for the remainder. When it ended I cannot stop talking about how amazing life theater is, he would just check with my enthusiasm and let me continue on.

As we left the theater Aaron suggested we walk around Times Square and watch the lights. I agreed and we walked the block hand-in-hand. We arrive minutes later, the whole street not needing a single light, due to what seems like a 1000 billboards. We stood right in the middle, taking in the beauty around us. I got too caught up in the site that I turned away from Aaron. Basking in the smell of the city and the pictures that scattered the buildings. One billboard particularly caught my attention, for a second I thought my name popped up. Watching the same one to see if it happened again, a new message appeared reading, “Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?” confused, I turned around to see if Aaron was saying what I was seeing, but when I spun on my heel I was met with crowds of people surrounding us, filming us on their phones. I look down to see Aaron on one knee with a ring in between his fingers. “You have made me the happiest man on earth. You have made my life so amazing, from being a badass FBI agent, to a wonderful stepmom to Jack, and to being the most kind and selfless person I know. I can’t imagine my life without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me?“ He stuttered.

Tears began to fill my eyes and spill out onto my cheeks, my first instinct was to lunch at him, causing his post to fall to the pavement giggling, “yes! Yes of course, I love you Aaron Hotchner.“ I wept. Allowed to hear from the people surrounding us, broke out, we got up and he put The beautiful diamond ring on my finger and we embraced in a loving case. There was no doubt our proposal would be all over the Internet, the team will find out soon but that didn’t matter at this moment. Only we did.

We slowly made our way back to our hotel, Aaron holding my hand and spinning me in circles, showing how happy we both were. We didn’t say much in the elevator, our smiles did most of the talking. As soon as the door opened to our floor, I gave him a mischievous smirk and began running to our room. “Come catch me!“ I yelled.

“Oh just you wait!“ Aaron laughed and followed right behind.

Right as we reached our door he swooped me up and spun me around, us in a giggling fit. He carefully placed me down and tilted  my chin up for a kiss. Because it was innocent at first, but quickly turned needy. He pulled away, opening the door to reveal our room, dimly lit with candles scattered across the room. Rose petals let a small trail from the doorway to the bed. I guessed in all my heart swelling with love. I turn my fiancé, adoration in his eyes, healing down, taking my lips into a sweet kiss. His slightly chapped lips contrasted with my last ones. I wrapped my arms around his neck in an attempt to deep in the kiss. His hands slowly found their place at the small of my back, trailing down just a little bit to give my ass a squeeze.

His tongue swiped across my bottom lip, asking for insurance. Or tongue stance does the candles flickered across the room. I took in the moment, the roses, the candles, my man, and the way he tasted; like mint. I pulled back, glancing into his eyes, all while biting my lip.

He slowly let me backwards towards the bed, until my knees made contact and I fell back, him gently hovering over my small frame. One of his hands roamed up my thigh, to my hip, agonizingly slow between the valley of my breasts, and then gliding over my bottom lip. I think him down into a kiss, his hand found one of mine in and released our fingers as I opened my legs, welcoming him between them. I could feel his hard against my clothes core, bucking my hips up to him, I ground the sensation. He froze for a second instead up, still positioned between my thighs. He ended his button up throwing it somewhere in the dark corner. He ran his fingers along the hem of my dress, looking at me for permission, not going any further, “yes, take it off Aaron,“ need soaked in my voice.

He carefully lifted the red fabric up over my hips and head, discarding it into the blackness. As he started to kiss my neck, finding my sweet spot, I frantically reached for his belt and I’m doing the buckle and tugging his pants and underwear down. As I began to stroke him, he left marks across my chest and breast, a small groan from me. cool let me take care of my future wife,“ he whispered as he trail down my body kneeling at the edge of the bed. He peeled off my panties and one motion. He started to bite and suck on my inner thighs, causing me to whine. “I know baby, I can I’ll give you what you want,“ he smirked as he pulled me closer to him and put my legs over his broad shoulders. He placed a small kiss to my clit, leading to me putting my hands in his hair and slightly tugging. He moaned, sending vibrations to my whole body. He swiftly added two fingers in my wet cunt, pumping them and scissoring me open. He spit up a little, grazing my G spot, causing the coil in my stomach to tighten dangerously fast. I no longer held back my moans, nothing but my voice and what sounds filled the room. “Baby, I’m so close, I’m gonna c-“ I came crashing down with a loud cry. My leg started to shake as he rode me through my high.

Aaron came back up to meet my lips. I tried to flip him on his back so I could taste him, but he stopped me, “we have all the Time in the world for that my love. I want to be inside you.“ He said in his sultry voice. He situated himself between my legs once again, unclasping my bra and reconnecting our lips in a rough kiss. Our tongues fight for dominance.

I reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it against my wet slit, eliciting a moan from him. “Quit teasing Y/n”

I guided him to my entrance and he fully sheathed himself in my pussy. I have never felt as full as I do now. With only seconds to adjust, he started trusting, setting a slow bit rough pace. Each other’s names fell from our mouth, along with gas in months. As he thrusted harder, I rake my nails done his back, causing him to tense and speed up a little. I attacked his neck, sucking and biting along his jaw, allowing him to become more vocal, “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer sweetheart.”

“Me too,” I took out. His trust became erratic and fast, so I reached between us and toyed with my clit, chasing my orgasm. I came with a scream of his name, “Aaron!”

Seconds behind me, he released his load inside of me, struggling to catch his breath. He was about to pull out of me when I stopped him. “Can we just stay like this for a little while? I want to remember this, and today.”

He chucked, relaxing and laying his head against my chest. Not long after, we drifted to sleep. aim loving embrace of each other.

To think, soon i’d be “Mrs. Hotchner.”