#standing in the empty dorm hall all lingering by their doors...

[hitomisuzuya]

Bully! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Blowjob. Bullying. Degradation. Consent is clearly written.

I meant to have this written last night, but I got high and went and zoned out on Star Rail and lost track of time 😭 I am battling a little bit of writers block, so I am sorry that this sucks.

You didn't know how things had snowballed like this. The books and papers in your arms were scattered all over your the ground, and you were on your knees in front of your bully in an empty classroom.

Scaramouche thought there was an interesting look in your eyes. It was a look determined to stand up to him despite the position that you were in. And yet you looked so weak with frustrated tears in your eyes.

He reached down to graze his finger tips across your cheek. Before you knew it was happening, your body betrayed you. You turned your cheek into his hand. The action made you abruptly realize, and not for the first time that you were in love with your bully.

There was no way you'd ever admit such a thing to Scaramouche. At first, you'd cried a lot from Scaramouche's bullying, avoiding him as much as you could. But lately, encounters with him left you almost embarrassingly wet.

You spent more than a few nights fingering yourself, think about him bullying and being rough with you while your fingers skated feverishly on your throbbing clit. Stifling moans of his name behind your hand.

When did his bullying start to make you feel so good?

Scaramouche smirked seeing your reaction. "Poor thing, so touch starved it's pathetic," He cooed condescendingly, his hand lingering on your cheek. He tilted your head up to make you look at him. "But you don't want just any touch. You want mine, don't you?"

Your eyes widened, a few tears falling from your cheeks. "Aww, I saw right through you, and it hurt, didn't it?" He skimmed a thumb over a tear. "Admit it," He petted a hand through your hair, delighting when you relaxed visibly into his touches. "Admit it, and you'll better."

Your lower lip trembled a little. "Fine, okay. It's true, is that what you wanted to hear?" His cock couldn't help but throb seeing how much it dented your pride to admit it. He'd didn't think you'd ever done something genuine for yourself in your life. There was such a fierce honesty in your eyes.

He was quiet for a moment, and you thought he was just going to let you go now. How wrong you were when you heard him chuckle. Scaramouche was not a merciful guy. You knew this first hand.

His hand cupped your cheek again, a shiver rippling through him as you submissively turned your cheek into his hand again. Did you have any idea what you always did to him? How much he wanted to tame that mouth of yours when you tried to stand up to him?

How in love you'd made him fall for you.

"Tell me, kitten, what do you think about at night when you touch yourself?" You looked up at him incredulously. He just never stops! All he does poke, poke, poke!

It was obvious Scaramouche had no shame in what he said. He had, after all been listening outside your dorm door, his eyes nervously darting around as he palmed and stroked his cock outside his shorts, praying no one would walk down the hall and see him.

His cock hardened more when you nuzzled your cheek against his hip. You were quiet, debating whether to deny it. But you knew you couldn't. Scaramouche always saw right through you. "You. I think about you," You admitted, not being able to bring yourself to look up at him.

"Good girl," He petted your hair again, "See, that wasn't so hard, was it? I knew your hair color isn't indicative of your IQ. Sometimes it shows, though."

You felt the blush on your cheeks darken. He'd praised you in one breath, and insulted you in the next in a condescending way. The way he did it only made you feel wetter. You couldn't help how far you'd sunk to the bottom.

Scaramouche knew he had you right where he wanted you. You were submissive putty in his hands. "Go on then," He folded his hand in your hair, moving your mouth towards his straining cock. "Indulge me in what you think about. Do something for yourself and indulge yourself for once. Or is that too hard for a good girl like you?"

You couldn't deny it. You wanted to take his cock out and suck him off. Wanted him to use your throat to get off. You squeezed your thighs together, shaky fingers reaching up to unbutton his shorts. He grunted softly as you wrapped your hand around his cock once it was free.

Your tongue swept out to slowly kitten lick his cock, feeling it pulse on your tongue. Scaramouche let out a shaky sigh, surprised that you didn't bite a comment at him. His hand tightened in your hair as your prodded the tip of your tongue in the slit, playing it in his precum.

You scooped the head of his cock into your mouth suck on. Scaramouche's hand tightened in your hair, holding your head still so he could push the rest of his cock into your mouth. Your mouth clutched warm and wet on his cock as you started sucking.

"What an obedient little slut," He moaned, thrusting into your mouth. You coughed, gagging as his cock pushed into your throat. "Fuck, you really will make the perfect pet whore for me," Your throat felt divine spasming on his cock.

He bobbed your head up and down on his cock, his knees feeling weak from how submissively you let him control your pace. His degradation made your clit throb, your panties soaking and clinging to your clit.

Scaramouche laughed shakily seeing the adoring look in your teary eyes. He rewarded such a look by making you choke on his cock again. Drool pooled from your mouth as you coughed, your hand reaching under your skirt to push your panties aside.

You struggled to moan as you grinded your throbbing clit on your fingers, eagerly flattening your tongue on the vein that buldged up in his cock. You were thoroughly enjoying your bully using your throat like a flesh light.

"I'll keep you by side," He pulled your hair, holding your head still as he relentlessly pumped his cock in and out of your mouth. "My pretty pet slut deserves a collar," Your eyes lit up hearing his words, vibrating a moan on his cock.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," He mumbled, his grip loosened on your hair as cum ribboned salty into your mouth. "You are all mine now."

[bbyseok]

“hey. earth to dumbass.”

the words have you looking up and snapping back to the present. you lock gazes with crimson.

“oh- bakugou.” you smile when you realize it’s the familiar blonde staring down at you. (why is his gaze always so intense?) you fight off the butterflies swirling in your stomach, tilting your head. “sorry, did you need something?”

“i need you to get outta your seat,” he deadpans, crossing his arms expectantly. “it’s lunch.”

you startle then, standing up abruptly and letting the chair scrape back against the floor. “what? why did everyone just let me zone out and leave-?” you hadn’t even realized the bell had already rang for dismissal.

you glance around, finally taking notice of the very empty classroom. you blink. it’s just you and bakugou.

the blonde merely scoffs and uncrosses his arms, but you note how he’s suddenly helping you gather your things from your desk and into your bag.

katsuki doesn’t answer you. he grabs your bag and hands it over to you with a huff. “c’mon. we’re heading up to the roof.” his tone leaves no room for questioning, but you do it away.

“wait- huh? why?” the words leave your mouth but you don’t bother resisting him when he grabs your wrist and starts leading you out of the classroom, dragging you alongside him.

bakugou simply offers you a sideways glance. “to the roof.” as blunt as he is, you still don’t know his intentions—you relent anyway, laughing a bit.

“you’re not gonna try ‘n kill me, right?” you joke, adjusting your bag as he leads the both of you to the staircase.

(unbeknownst to you, mina, kirishima, denki, and sero linger at the end of the hall, peaking around the corner. they all high-five each other quietly.)

bakugou’s fingers tighten around your wrist and his gaze shifts into one of his usual glares. “don’t give me ideas,” he snarks, but you can see the gleam of amusement in his eyes.

you snicker, following him up the stairs. you’re not too sure where you’re heading, but bakugou does. once you’ve scaled a couple steps, he turns down another hallway and you spot a door to the outside, on the roof.

fresh air greets you and your lungs as bakugou pushes open the door. the sun beams down at the both of you from its place high in the sky, signaling the peak of afternoon.

“oi.” bakugou motions to a bench. why there was a bench on the roof, you don’t know—but you take a seat anyway and he joins you.

“what’re we doing up here, bakugou?” you try to inquire him again, peering at him. he turns and starts digging through his bag.

you watch him rummage through a bit before he pulls out a container and practically shoves it into your hands. you blink in surprise. “wh-”

“lunch. eat it.” he all but demands you, and when you glance back up at him, he’s refusing to look at you in the eye, pink barely dusting over his cheeks as he grabs a bento box for himself.

your eyes widen momentarily. “did.. did you make this for me?” you pry, all warm. a handmade meal from katsuki has you grinning bashfully.

he scoffs, opening the lid and focusing on his food. “so what if i did? just shut up and eat already before it’s too late.”

your grin widens and you settle closer to him on the bench. “thank you, katsuki.”

“yeah, yeah,” he huffs, the slightest of smiles on his pink lips. “you can thank me by showing me an empty container.”

you laugh and happily dig in. you know how good katsuki can cook, from the times it’s his turn to make dinner for the class in the dorms.

when you finish, you sigh in content. “your food is always so good,” you drawl out, fixing the lid and helping him put the containers away.

you drag your legs up to cross them, grinning again as you look to the blonde. “what can i do to get you to make me lunch again?”

he’s quiet for a couple seconds, eyes wandering over your face. “well, for starters,” he says, and your heart skips a beat when he smirks, “you can kiss me.”

your eyes go wide for a second time, jaw going slack at katsuki’s sudden forward boldness despite the pink over his skin. his red eyes bore into you, awaiting.

two seconds pass before you’re leaning forward and capturing his lips with your own. even though he had said those words, you can feel him melt against you.

you can still taste the food on his lips but you don’t care—because he had made that food and he wanted you to kiss him.

eventually, you pull back, but your breaths mingle. it’s quiet for a while, but a blissful quiet. softly, you speak against his lips.

“this does mean i get free bento boxes for life, right?”

katsuki laughs as he moves in to kiss you again.

[astronova-00]

My take of the ‘Mudblood’ situation with my oc Eden. Lily is like a user and only takes what she wants (in this oneshot).

“ENOUGH!” She yelled as the Great Hall went silent. “I am sick and tired of hearing you apologise to her when she doesn’t want to hear it. Severus you are better than this.”

“But-“

“But nothing! Lily is being a bitch.”

“How dare you..!” Lily interrupted, as she got up from her seat next to James Potter and started to walk up to the black haired girl near the professor’s table. (Lily glared at her boyfriend to not do nor say anything and he angrily nodded his head).

“Shut up Lily! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE! Not everything is about fucking you!” Eden yelled as she glared into her second oldest friend’s green eyes.

“Do you know what he called me?” Lily asked as her face flushed with anger, finally they were talking about the incident that happened a few weeks ago.

“Do I know what happened? Yeah, I was there. Your little dick of a boyfriend hung Severus upside down and made him choke on fucking soap and the best fucking part? Stripped him naked in front of everyone! ISN’T THAT AWESOME? YOU KNOW WHAT’S EVEN GREATER?” Eden panted as she closed her hands into fists and stepped closer to Lily until their noses were barely touching, “You smiled. You smiled and laughed. Laughed like he wasn’t your best friend, like he was some laughing stock instead of helping him. You laughed as they stripped him and everyone saw his privates. You laughed as THE FUCKING MARAUDERS SEXUALLY ASSAULTED HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!” She gestured widely with her arms and she grabbed the front of Lily’s red and yellow stripped vest.

“You smiled along the joke…smiled at the fact that it was Severus’ own spell that was used to have him up there in the sky. But you think it’s okay to break off with him because he called you a ‘Mudblood’? Breaking news, he’s a halfblood so the word applies to him too, to the three of us. But that doesn’t matter right? Now you have the perfect excuse to stop hanging around him, around us just because everyone told you to. You are such a bitch that you couldn’t stand the fact that you might not be in the spotlight unless you dropped the dead weight. You saw the opportunity to grab James Potter’s attention before he got bored of you. You disgust me Evans. Never fucking talk to Severus or I.”

Eden grabbed Severus’ hand and stormed out the Great Hall with a smile on her face and could hear the breath of relief behind her.

“Holy shit.”

Once they reached the stairs, the two turned to one another. “Holy shit indeed.”

“You are quite stupid and idiotic for doing that. Although I must say I appreciate it.” Severus thanked as they began to walk down them.

“Jesus Sev, it’s just me. You ain’t gotta put on the Queen Lizzie accent. And you dropped your little shy boy act.” Eden said with a cheeky smile as she punched Severus’ arm.

“It wasn’t a act, and no I must sound proper at all times. You sound like Tobias when you speak like that.” He rolled his eyes and casted them down.

“I don’t sound like no drunk.”

“Point proven.”

“…Shut up.”

The conversation died down as they walked down the dungeons and stopped upon the dorms’ entrance, “Alright smart guy, what’s the password?”

“Ferit aliquando anguis.” The door slid open and the pair made their way inside.

Inside was fairly empty with a few first years lingering around and chatting by the windows. The pair decided to take the warmest couch rarest away from the windows and sat together for a while.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime Sev.”

It wasn’t until later when dinner was over, and Narcissa (along with Barty, Evan, William, Bruce, and Regulus) came down to the common room, that the pair realised they forgot their bags.

[tatteredtome]

Antebellum

THE GREAT FLOOD IS COMING

HISTORY IS STUCK IN A LOOP

YET STILL, YOU KNOW ONE FACT REMAINS TRUE

THE VIOLENCE HAS A PURPOSE

-

"Wake the fuck up tranny."

Your flimsy cot rattles to and fro as a leather boot slams into the side, jostling you awake. Hazel eyes drink in the sight of the man above you. Crude buzzcut. Jowls and all, a simple clergyman's suit enshrouding stoicism. He taps the leatherbound book at his side, gesturing towards the rickety door connecting threadbare dorms to outer halls.

"Yes Father, I'll be there in 5."

He scowls, glossy eyes grazing over each interconnected wire hooking your spindly back into the charging station embedded within that bed. They glide down your frame. You didn't bother wearing a shirt to bed. One last lingering look at both mounds, before turning on a dime and striding off. It felt good to be viewed like a piece of meat.

You carefully unhook every strand and tube with practiced precision, singular digits moving incisively. You'd done it a thousand times before. You'd surely do it a thousand more times. A quarter lay rusted. Another clump all but fraying. They didn't have any replacements available. So long as your core processor was recharged, you'd be okay.

The floor was hot. Sometimes, a part of you wished they'd gotten rid of that sense. Touch. It didn't really matter, even if it did burn, your skin was welded to withstand inhumane temperatures. Military flame retardant. Steady footsteps carry you across concrete flooring, stopping in front of a 5'4 mirror.

Of course it was 5'4.

It was made specifically for you, after all. One request. Holding dainty, creamy white arms out. Spinning. Patchwork freckles dancing alongside supple curves. Moving both hands up to cup plump breasts. B+. You shake your short, tousled brown hair about. God. It always made you smile. You looked positively angelic.

Putting on your gear is all but automatic. Urban camo pants, rugged leather boots, skintight black shirt. It was almost a shame you had to put the ballistic vest over top of it. Standard issue, extra protection, Father's order. The less bullet holes, the better. Vest secured, you slip on a pair of mottled gloves. Tight fists.

Naturally the door creaks as it slides open, dislodging built up dust and debris. Empty halls stretching onward for what seemed like miles. When you first got here, getting lost was a daily occurrence. Now, it was physically impossible to lose your way. Mapped. Steps that cause the concrete to sizzle and pop. Further and further. Another rickety old door.

Stepping through it reveals an archaic hangar, fit to burst with every manner of military hardware imaginable, old and new. Heavenly breeding grounds. Of course, Father stands waiting, just as he always does. You run your hand along dormant caterpillar tracks and sleeping tail rotors. The stimulation felt quite nice. Touch still had its perks.

5 minutes after you awake, you're standing right where you should be.

Father bows to you. An iodine lump of steel sits behind him, fused plates linking hands one after another. Bolts and bolts and more bolts. It dwarfed the two of you. You knew they used to carry special units in these.

Nowadays, all it took was one person.

Father stands upon his mahogany podium. He opens the scripture to page 547. Cracked spine. Slipping between bible verse and mission outline. He never bothered to teach you Latin, interested as you may be. That was for the blessed to interpret and for you, damned as you were, to receive with open arms. The next words, however, were all too familiar.

"They're hiding out in some nearby ruins, 11 klicks southwest of here. You know the drill. Get to work."

Father shuts the gospel, reaching underneath the podium before donning a kevlar shroud of his own. .44 magnum bulging from creased pants. Licking your lips, you hurriedly clamber over to the back entrance of the vehicle. Hook two phalanges in. Pry tarnished doors open. Step inside dutifully.

There was enough room for..... well, certainly more than just you. Long, blistering hot, metallic benches left cooking in the wrathful sun day and night. Your cherished infant lies in waiting, nestled warmly. Right where you always sat.

You sit down, pulling that belt-fed beauty into your dainty lap. Cradling it so lovingly. Father steps into the truck soon after you, key in the faulty ignition, calloused hands on the steering wheel. The engine groans like a dying possum. Still fighting for some semblance of livelihood.

You're off without another word.

It trundles along. Bumps and cracks and divots no match for its divine strength, wheezing as it may be. Nothing would be able to stop you now. You peer out the windows.

Floodwater had pushed survivors further and further inwards, trekking vast distances for a modicum of stable, unsoiled earth. What the water washed away could not be claimed again. This was perfect for the two of you. It meant easy pickings. Ruined SUVs and derelict coupes sat frying upon endless pavement. 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 and 6 and as far as the eye could see.

Father recites verses. Your optical sensors fixate on passing roadsigns. Great grub, 2 miles down the road. Southern living, 5 miles down the road. You wouldn't kill a child, would you? Take him into your heart. Accept him. Please.

You recalled quiet dinners at quiet dinner tables. Corn on the cob and racks of ribs and collared greens and biscuits. Raving news reporters and a raving older figure seated at the head. That's all you're going to eat? Kids in _____ are starving right now, you know.

The next exit barrels into full view, Father judiciously turning off and making his way onto the main road. Bare, concrete synapses giving way to verdant greenery sweltering under God's radiant judgement. Pristine white houses certainly not so pristine anymore. Curious plaques situated wherever eyes wander. This plantation housed _____.

You stare into the glass, at your ever vivid reflection. Pearly white skin. Not a blemish in sight. No need for shampoo or conditioner or anything of the sort. Weaved microfiber strands gleaming proudly. God. It always made you smile. You looked positively angelic.

Past picket fences left undaunted. Past clean carcasses resembling bovines. Past rest-stops and mom and pops. Past arched windows beneath heavenly pillars. It all breaks. Just as it always does. Just as it always will. The grass turns to crisp, the trees follow suit, and both are swallowed by cement. Father frowns, cyan orbs regarding the change with disdain. Narrowing.

"It wasn't always like this. Things were different back in the day. Better."

You don't respond, simply nodding at the eyes visible in the rear view mirror. The buildings are much denser now. Red and blue monuments. Flickering 7s and Qts. It'd take many, many more years for the floodwaters to claim them, for the raw heat to raze stone and brick alike. Great grub, a friendly, barrel chested man in overalls standing proudly out front.

You always wanted a little figure of him. Ancient cartoons where he laughed and twirled alongside daughters in sundresses.

You never received that figure.

Father pulls into a vast parking lot, tipped shopping carts strewn amongst shattered car windows. The building was bright orange. Somewhere you'd been before or maybe not. He parks the car, turning the ignition off and stepping out. You pull your newborn up to each breast, kissing the barrel before exiting as well.

Wooden beams piled high obscure both clear entrances, blotting out any visibility of the building's scorching innards. Father scans it, clicks his tongue disappointingly, before turning to view you. He reaches out a single hand, gripping your shoulder with divine vigor. It makes your head spin and your mouth salivate.

"Go now. Dispatch them with fervor, Ezekiel."

You smile.

"Yes, Father."

He nods, stepping back into the wheezing creature. All on your own.

You fasten the strap around your shoulder tightly, making sure your child is secure before moving forward. The way is all but blocked by solid oak, save for a tiny gap at the top. Easily finding purchase, you ascend the tower with great haste, arriving at the top without breaking a sweat. It was physically impossible.

A loud thud echoes throughout the gargantuan building as your boots hit the ground. Dark. Pitch black in fact. You used to be so accustomed to the static hum of electricity everywhere you went. Now, it all lies dormant. Darkness isn't a problem, mechanical servos clicking into place to facilitate sickly green vision.

Row after row of shelves spiraling off into the guts of the establishment. Enough light bulbs to supply whole neighborhoods. Rotund appliances abandoned. Black Friday sale magazines half burnt, a few measly deals remaining. You take a look at the dangling signs.

"Paint, lighting, garden, hardware, lumber....."

Muttering the words like a prayer meant to lead the way, scrutinizing. Deeper. The paint isles are a mess, caulking and semigloss staining forgotten merchandise. Your hands glide over sample cards. Little Princess, Midnight Blue, Mountain Olive..... Blackberry Harvest.

Something makes you stop on it. You flip it around. The corner is slightly bent. You want to remember. You want to remember so badly. What had you forgotten?

"Violet kinda gal, huh? Judging by your attire, I woulda guessed black was more your style."

The voice is a little whiny. Shrill. You turn to regard it. Black tanktop. Ginger waves loping downward. Tan trousers above pink sneakers. Enough to know this is your target.

"Maybe, I'm not sure."

You adjust your hands. Grasping the grip buried a few inches beneath the barrel. It's not hard for you to level it at her chest. It never really was too hard. It puts its hands up in protest, taking a few hesitant steps backwards.

"Woah there..... I just want to talk. I know what they've done to you, what they do to us all. We're the same, you and I."

The concern in its voice appears to be genuine, as does the way those brown orbs soften. It'd be so easy to melt right into them. It'd be so easy to melt it.

"You don't know me. We're not the same."

Absolute. Efficient in response time. It's not hard for you to level it at her chest. It never really was too hard. You pull the gun up higher, aiming it right at the bulge in its throat. Now its fumbling. Anxious. Sweating bullets that glisten neon green. You want to paint it red already but something keeps nagging at the back of your mind.

"Please, I just thought..... I don't know, that we could talk? Reach an understanding? You don't have to be-"

Deafening. The sound of a bullets slamming against concrete at mach speed, ricocheting off into parts unknown. Your face is bent with unadulterated animosity. Proud marching. It's whimpering now, scrambling to pull at a handle wedged within cavernous pockets.

Your boot comes crashing down on its frail fingers. Grinding back and forth. Wet, popping noises as bones fragment and crunch under foot. It feels so good. It lets out a muffled shriek, desperately beating on your steel legs.

"Stop..... I can't..... I've come so far....."

Its sobbing now. Repugnant. You drop down onto its stomach with the full force of your divinity. Padded gloves running over hair infested thighs, onto that disgustingly flat chest. Broad shoulders. Perfect for grasping onto.

"You're going to die here."

It looks into your eyes. You slam its head back into boiling concrete, ushering out another terrified mewl, deeper than the last. You slam it down again. And again. And again. Painting the ground a crimson, eggshell pastiche. Timeless Ruby. It struggles underneath you. It's no use.

Satisfied with your work, you stand up. It reaches out a timid hand. Trying to get out a few last words.

You level your gun and unload on its windpipe, tearing it to shreds before anything can be uttered.

Father is standing outside the truck when you get back. He bends down to plant a kiss on your forehead. Wrinkled lips parting.

"Good job, doll."

Your heart flutters.

-

Every night, before routine memory maintenance, I stare into the shattered mirror next to my cot.

I look at the girl staring back at me.

Sometimes I squirm. Sometimes I feel myself. Sometimes I giggle a little.

I always, always.

Smile.

[nanamisbbygirl]

curses & kisses

type: drabble, fluff, slightest hint of angst

includes: highschool geto suguru x gn! reader

summary: curses can leave a bad taste in geto’s mouth, making him a little worried to kiss you. (established relationship).

geto doesn’t like to kiss you after missions. it’s not as if he doesn’t want to, because oh how he’s missed you. in reality, he’s plagued with the lingering taste of cursed spirits on his tongue and the last thing he wants is to pass that morbid taste to you. 

“please, su,” you beg with a small pout. you can’t understand his reasoning, because geto has get to explain why he always avoids you like this. it’s not like he can put the flavor of curses into words; life draining and depressing didn’t sound appetizing. geto stands tall and holds his ground while you stand behind him, arms wrapped around his narrow waist leaning onto him in the slightest bit. the two of you are alone in one the school’s many empty hallways as you slowly make your way towards geto’s dorm room. 

“in a little,” he sighs, hoping that by then the remnants will have worn off. even he can’t resist your kisses. still though, you don’t like his answer, maneuvering in front of him and looking right into his heavy eyes. 

“did i do something wrong?” it hurts him that you think that’s the reason he isn’t indulging you in physical affection. geto slowly traces the outside of your hands with the inside of his palms, shaking his head. 

he catches your eyes for a second before mustering up the courage to speak. never did he think he’d be sharing his most inner thoughts out loud. in all honesty, it made him kind of nervous. 

“i think i have bad breath.” it’s not the whole truth, but it’s the gist of it... a very watered down gist of it. you look at him like a confused dog, tilting your head slightly while furrowing your brows. “’cause you know all the curses i consume and... stuff.” 

this is one of the first times you’ve seen your boyfriend this nervous. yet, behind those enamoring eyes of his, you can see there was more to the story than he was letting on. you didn’t want to push, and you didn’t want to pry but you also wanted to reassure him. 

your face lit up with an idea, digging into your uniform pocket and pulling out a candy that your friend gojo had brought from his own missions. you placed it carefully on your tongue before reaching up and cupping geto’s jaw. 

fluttering your eyes shut, you kiss him. there is no bad breath, like he was so worried about and as your lips meet, you manage to slip your own tongue into his mouth, passing along the sweet treat to him. he hums, surprised by your action but he doesn’t shy away. 

his hands find their spot on your hips, smiling slightly. 

“did that help with your bad breath?” you ask with a lovesick smile. he nods and responds: 

“it did, now there’s no reason for me not to kiss you.” you giggle as he begins to lightly pepper your face and lips with more kisses. 

your laughter is enough to ground him back in reality, there was nothing to be worried about. with you he didn’t have to fret over curses, he could let his troubles melt away into a forgettable puddle. 

the tender moment the two of you were sharing was suddenly interrupted by a voice down the hall. 

“ew, get a room you two,” shoko shouted, a smirk on her face while a recognizable white haired sorcerer was at her side. he flashed them a grossed out look before geto latched onto your hand, pulling you along through the halls and making a run for his room. 

sure enough, there would be similar actions behind closed doors as well. 

[drabbles-mc]

Backing The Play

Opie Winston x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 30 of the August Prompts: summer reading

Warnings: very light angst, language

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I miss writing Opie and I’m very glad that inspiration struck me for him on this one. Fun fact, when I told my partner the prompt for the day and who I was writing for it his immediate response was, “Opie can’t read,” and I laughed way harder than I should have 😂 Anyway! Hope y’all enjoy!

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It was eerily quiet when you walked into the clubhouse, which usually meant that things had gotten loud and unpleasant not too long before. Silence never boded well on SAMCRO turf. You looked around the main floor, and when you didn’t see who you were looking for, you quietly made your way to the back hall where the dorms were. Walking down, you knocked on his door and were met with silence. You lingered for an extra second longer before turning the knob and letting yourself in, only to find yourself standing in an empty room. With a heavy sigh, you made your way a few doors down, knocking on yet another closed door. This time, though, you got a response from the other side.

“Yea?”

Pushing the door open, you leaned against the frame, immediately wondering what happened that had Jax sitting on the edge of his bed looking so defeated, “Hey, Teller.”

Looking over at you, he gave a weak smile, “Hey, darlin’. All good?”

You shrugged, “Feel like I should be asking you that,” you tilted your head, “What’s going on?”

He shook his head, “Same shit,” he could tell by the look on your face that you were still worried and he tried to give a more convincing smile, and he sort of succeeded, “Nothing you need to worry about.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re so full of shit. You know I’m gonna worry.”

He chuckled, nodding, “I know.”

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “Ope around?”

You knew he had to be somewhere—his bike was parked out front. So unless he took off on foot, he had to be on the compound. Jax nodded before pointing up at the ceiling of his room, “Check the roof.”

“Ah,” you nodded, “I should’ve known,” you paused for a beat, wanting to offer him something but knowing there was nothing you could really do for him to alleviate any of the stress that was weighing him down, “I worry about you too, you know. If you ever need anything…”

His smile was tired, but it was the first genuine one he’d given you, “I know. ‘Preciate it.”

You nodded, excusing yourself since there wasn’t much more to be said. You shut the door behind you, letting out a deep sigh as you did before gearing up to make your way onto the rooftop. You knew Opie well enough to know that he probably wasn’t going to be in the mood to talk, but you were still going to give him the option.

He turned when he heard the latch open, immediately closing the binder that was splayed open across his lap. His face tensed, brows knitting as the frown on his face deepened while he waited to see who exactly it was coming up after him. His expression softened slightly when he saw it was you, his guard lowering enough for the tension to drop out of his shoulders. You offered him a sympathetic smile as you made your way over to him, plopping down so you were sitting right next to him.

“You’re gonna melt up here one of these days,” you gestured to his beanie and leather jacket. He was the only person you’d ever met who seemed completely unaffected by the California sunshine.

“Melting’s the least of my worries,” he shook his head, propping his elbows on the binder in his lap before dropping his face into his hands.

You tilted your head to read the writing on the spine of it, immediately confused as to why he was reading an old Harley manual on the clubhouse roof on a day when it seemed like something had most definitely gone wrong.

“Some light summer reading going on here?” you tapped the edge of the binder.

He lifted his head as he huffed out something resembling a chuckle, “Yea. Pretty much.”

“You know those bikes inside and out, why—” He opened the binder and turned it so that you could see the contents inside. You noticed immediately that whatever the pages were, they weren’t an owner’s manual. Your brows furrowed, “What’s this?”

Opie shrugged, “Jax said it’s JT’s manuscript. Shit he wanted for the club.”

“Why are the two of you hiding it in an old Harley binder?”

He paused, eyes flickering back and forth between you and the pages in front of him, “Because it’s JT’s, and what JT wanted for the club isn’t what’s fuckin’ happening with the club.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “No?”

Opie shook his head, “No,” he flipped the bottom corner of the pages, looking for one page in particular, “Check this out,” he lifted it and set it on your lap so you could take a look.

He didn’t have to say it for you to understand the weight of what he was showing you. As you read, you reached over and rested your hand on his knee, giving his leg a light, reassuring squeeze. A few moments later his hand landed on top of yours, interlocking your fingers. He watched as your facial expressions shifted as you read what was on the page in front of you.

You never met JT. He was like a legend from the lore of the town—everyone seemed to have stories about him. Your family moved to Charming a few years too late for you to have any firsthand accounts. Most people had good things to say, and just like with anything you took it with a grain of salt. No offense to Jax or his father, but everyone always glorified the dead.

But as you read what he wrote, you were starting to think that maybe people didn’t dramatize as much as you thought that they had. JT’s goal seemed so simple, but getting there was going to be anything but, especially with the way that things were currently running with Clay at the head of the table. You had limited access to what was going on with the club, and you knew that that was by design, but you knew enough. You knew enough to know that the current business model not only wasn’t what the founder of the club apparently wanted, but you knew that it wasn’t sustainable in the long-run. The club was going to have to come to terms with that sooner or later. And, if Jax was digging this out and passing it off to Opie and whoever else, you had to assume that the reckoning was coming sooner.

Looking up from the pages, you turned your attention to Opie. His hand was on yours, but he was looking down at T-M and the guys who were going in and out of the clubhouse. There was no telling where his mind was.

“Hey,” you ran your thumb over his.

“Mm?” he turned and looked at you.

“What’re you thinking?”

He sighed deeply, “I’m thinking…Jax has a lot of fucking work to do.”

You nodded, “Work you’re going to help him do?” He paused at your statement, face scrunching up slightly. You let out a tired chuckle, “C’mon, Ope. I know you and Jax haven’t really been seeing eye to eye on shit lately. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. You two aren’t exactly subtle.”

His lips curled into a tiny smile, “No?”

You laughed, leaning against his side, “No,” you paused for a beat, “What’s gonna happen with this?” you drummed your finger on the pages in front of you.

Opie shook his head, “I don’t know. I don’t even know if Jax has let anyone else read it.”

“Feels kind of like everyone should, right?”

He gave a slight shake of his head, “Don’t think it’s that simple.”

You sighed, “Never is,” you tilted your head so you were looking up at him, “Can I ask you somethin’?”

He raised his eyebrows looking down at you, “Shoot.”

“You want this?” you tapped your finger on the pages in front of you.

“I mean,” he shrugged, “sounds better than what we’re doing now.”

There was a palpable exhaustion in your laugh, “Yea. But, I mean, if you and Jax…if you and Jax do this…it’s gonna have to be your club too, you know? If this, if anything like this is getting put in play it’s because Jax is at the head of the table and you’re sitting next to him. It means you’re gonna be his VP,” you paused, “Is that what you want?”

“Jax and I have always been the next generation of this club. There was never another play.”

Your lips dropped into a frown—that wasn’t the answer that you had been looking for. You carefully closed the binder, “If there was another play, would you take it?”

“There isn’t.”

“Hey,” you waited for him to look at you, “You can come up with your own play. Clay certainly came up with his own, right?”

Opie chuckled, “I’m not looking to have any more in common with Clay than necessary.”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile creeping onto your face, “That’s not what I meant. I just, I just mean that maybe you have more options than you think. That’s all. You don’t have to do things the way that Clay’s doing them, or the way that JT wanted to do them. You and Jax could do your own thing. Because this,” you patted the binder, “is all well and good. But it’s a different world now, you know? Things aren’t like what they were back when they founded this club.”

There was an impressed smirk on his face, “You up on MC history now?”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove, “I never said that. It’s just, you know, it’s the nature of it all. Shit changes. This club is its own beast now.”

He sighed, “It is.”

“Regardless of what the two of you decide to do,” you chose your words carefully, “you’re going to have to be on the same page about it. You know that, right? The two of you trying to shred this thing apart and rebuild it can’t happen if you’re at each other’s throats. It won’t…it won’t work.”

“You been talking to Jax about this?” he asked, genuinely curious about the certainty with which you were speaking.

You laughed and shook your head, “Jax doesn’t tell me shit about anything. Any time I ask he just tells me there’s nothing to worry about. Which, after watching all of you float in and out of prison an awful lot these past few years, I knew is a total and utter lie.”

“Yea,” Opie chuckled, “He does that sometimes.”

You gave him a bit of an accusatory look, “You all do that sometimes. Some of you are just worse at it than others.”

“You’re the only one who thinks I’m a bad liar,” he said, a little lightness in his tone that hadn’t been there since you started the conversation.

“That’s because they’re all worse liars than you are,” you laughed, letting him drape his arm around your shoulders and tuck you against his side. The heat radiating off the leather made you wonder how he wasn’t drenched in sweat from sitting up there for god only knew how long, “I mean it though, Opie—if there’s something that you and Jax want for this club, you need to figure it out now so that when the time comes, you can just jump right into it. Any hesitation and those guys aren’t gonna go for it.”

“You looking to get a patch for yourself or something?”

You smiled, toying with the rings on his fingers, “No, I’m just trying to make sure that you stay alive and out of prison for as long as possible. I think that’s well within my rights.”

He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, “Yea, I guess it is.”

“Wanna tell me what went down in church today that made everybody scatter?”

He took a deep breath, “Clay and Jax got into it.”

“That’s nothing new.”

“Yea, but, table’s gettin’ real sick of it.”

You shrugged, nodding, “Can’t say I blame ‘em.”

“I know. Problem is,” he ran his thumb back and forth along the outside of your arm, “it’s just driving the split deeper down the center of the table. Club isn’t set on backing either one of ‘em, not really.”

“I don’t blame them for that either,” you saw the look that he was giving you and held out your hands, “What? Up until, what, a couple hours ago? You weren’t really set on backing either of them either.”

Opie didn’t say anything for a moment, just taking the time to study your expression. More often than not, you held your tongue when it came to things with the club because you knew that you had no control over what happened with it. Hell, even Opie only had so much control over what happened with it. But just because you didn’t usually say much, didn’t mean that you weren’t listening. You always asked Opie how he was and how things were going with the club because you genuinely cared—the answers to those questions directly impacted him, and you, and the future the two of you were working on building together. The things that he told you, and what precious little you heard from Jax or Piney, you did your best to remember it all. You knew that it all mattered, that it would all come back into play eventually.

It wasn’t until that moment, though, that Opie realized all of that. He knew that you cared because you were a caring person, and you were his partner so of course you wanted to know what was going on with him and the club. But he didn’t ever really take the time to think about what you did with the things that he told you. He never considered if you thought back of them, what your feelings were about them. You never really broached the topic, so he didn’t either. Everything you’d been saying had him wishing that he had been asking you your thoughts on things a lot sooner.

You saw that he was thinking about all the things the two of you just talked about, everything that he’d read so far in JT’s manuscript. You felt for him, truly, because this life was all he knew and yet it was a life that he had so little control over or say in.

Reaching, you cupped his face, running your fingers through his beard, “Hey,” your voice was soft, “I’m not trying to sit here and act like I know more about how your club runs than you do. I only know what I see, what you tell me. But I also see what it does to you, to the guys. I think that counts for something too.”

“It does,” he nodded.

“I know that they all think of you as Jax’s best friend, the guy who is gonna be at his left when he gets the gavel. And that’s…that’s fine. But don’t let them forget that you’re still Opie, you know? You see all the shit that goes down here. You’re smart. And strong. And, honestly, probably more level-headed than Jax could ever hope to be,” that got a quiet laugh out of both of you, “So use that. When you come up with your play, make sure you’re playing to your strengths. You have them, a lot of them.”

“Club should hire you just to give pep talks,” he took your hand, pulling it away from his face so that he could press a kiss to your palm, “Thank you.”

“I got you,” you smiled up at him. You let a couple minutes of silence pass before you spoke up again, “Ope?”

“Yea?” he glanced down at you, but now it was you who was watching the busyness on the compound beneath you.

“No matter what happens, you gotta promise me one thing.”

He pulled you tighter against his side, “What’s that?”

“Promise me that at the end of whatever this shakes out to be, you’ll still be coming home to me. I don’t,” you shook your head, “I don’t care how long it takes, who you end up pissing off, any of that shit. I don’t care. I just, I need to know that at the end of it, it’s still gonna be us. No matter what the club looks like.”

“Hey,” he waited for you to level with his gaze, “I promise. You and me,” he leaned in, kissing you on the lips, “No matter what.”

“Good,” you nodded, sliding the binder back into his lap, “I’ll let you dive back into your assigned reading, then,” you gave him a small, warm smile.

He shook his head, tucking the manuscript under his arm, “Let’s go home.”

“Yea?” you couldn’t pretend that it didn’t sound good to you, heading home early for once.

“Yea,” he chuckled as he stood, pulling you up with him, “I’m melting out here.”

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Tom Grant | Makeup (2019) || Prompt Anal // Glove Kink

College in America AU/ Vacation in America AU; 2.6k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED. Best Friends to Lovers, American Author Writing British Characters, Swearing, Alcohol, Wet Dreams, Somewhat Dubious Consent, Groping, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Fingering (spit is not lube SPIT IS NOT LUBE; male receiving), Mutual Masterbation (male and female receiving)

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You were dreaming about him again– your best friend Tom. Watched too much Tila Tequila and Love Island reruns and now you’re thinking about him doing body shots off of you. 

Licking sugar off your neck, sucking vodka from your belly button, and going for the lemon wedge in your mouth only for you to spit it out and kiss him instead. You dream about his hand closing around your throat and pulling back with a dangerous look at his eye. 

“Naughty girls get punished,” his voice echoes in your ear as his other hand forces its way into your shorts and his fingers slip into your welcoming channel– 

“OI WAKE UP, YOU’RE GONNA MAKE US LATE–” 

You don’t usually wake up screaming but today is the exception. Tom threw your door open and didn’t seem to notice your complete state of disarray. Then he threw an empty duffle bag at you and bounced on his heels. 

“Move your ass, English, we’ve got a road trip to start!” 

He slammed your door closed and hollered down the hall of the dorm. Your thighs were still shaking from your weak orgasm and you mourned yet another pillow lost to your devilish fantasies. You knew Tom would bark about you showering but you weren’t about to ride three hours in a car with sticky underwear. At least you were already packed. 

As predicted, Tom made a fuss but you were still on the road in no time. The urge to slip your hand down your pants and try and take care of the lingering sexual energy haunting you was unfortunately a nonestarter what with Tom constantly chattering on beside you. You managed to distract yourself with song selections and the thought of finally getting to see some old friends from home who were visiting for the summer.

After sunset, a dozen rounds of beach volleyball, and three kegs of beer, all of your drunk mates went scrambling for ice cream that you and Tom had already eaten on the boardwalk. 

A dare battle was inevitable in a crowd like this, but between you and Tom it had become an all out war. Handstands in gas stations, swimming contests (a few close call drownings), dropping ice down each other's shirts or stuffed into bikinis and swim trunks, wrestling in the sand. A few of your friends were established couples and a few single (and not so single) mates were looking to hook up. You almost felt left out of the sexual energy buzzing around. There had been one grope from a tall Cali local friend that you were enthusiastic about, but Tom had put an end to that quickly (and to your eternal suffering). You were planning on getting him back for that. You waited until the two of you were alone, some distance from the boardwalk while everyone else was taking turns playing an old arcade game by the hotdog stand. 

“Tommy,” you sang. He was polishing off a beer by the fire. “Do you wanna play… chicken?” 

Instantly, Tom rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t start that. Don’t start that ‘cause you always lose.” 

“I do not!” You kick a stray football and a spray of sand follows it. “But if I did… what have you got to lose, seeing as you'll win and all?” 

Tom stared at you long and hard. “Fuck it.” He tossed his empty beer into the mountainous trash bag and swaggered over to you, his eyes glancing up at the boardwalk where people were becoming less frequent and less visible in the growing darkness. The sky was purple, the beach black, and everything near the fire was dancing red and orange, including the two of you. “Me first.” 

“All yours then.” 

The first thing Tom likes to do– he always likes to do– is glance at your lips and lean towards you. It’s a faux pas, one that has lost you many, many games as you always flinch or run away. This time, you gulp and stand firm, unable to look at him so you screw your eyes closed. You felt the gentle breeze of his breath on your lips, still a little sweet smelling from the icecream flavor you forced him to pick earlier (pink bubblegum). He doesn’t kiss you– he has never kissed you– and you can’t breathe or open your eyes for fear of caving in until he backs off. 

“Alright…?” Tom was clearly weirded out by your reaction. 

You smile and hope he buys your nonchalant expression. “Is that all you’ve got? You’re getting sloppy, mate.”

“Cheeky,” he grumbled. You watched Tom pop his finger into his mouth which would have been sexy if you didn’t know what he intended to do with it. 

“Don’t,” you said through gritted teeth. “I swear to god, Tommy–” 

“A-what? Is that… a chicken, I hear?,” Tom teased and wiggled his shiny finger right by the tip of your nose. “Are you chickening, chicken?” 

You bite your lip and glare really hard at him. You would not fold this time. You take the wet willy with a growl and curse at him while he giggles and gives up on it. The next moves he doesn't do often (because you've a tendency to chicken out long before then). 

His roguish hands hover dangerously (delectably) close to your body as if scanning you for ticklish spots and erogenous zones. "D'you know, I think you really grew into your body. I mean, look at these hips!" 

His hands plant themselves and grope you, his touch is just on the edge of being rough and leaves a small lingering impression of themselves behind like an after image. It takes everything in you not to moan and collapse into him– he's massaging your curves to tease you, trying to make you uncomfortable without realizing you are very into his attention. 

"And this?" 

His hands travel down until they're squeezing the apple of your ass and all but forcing your body towards him. You have to take a step closer just to keep your balance and have worried your lip so hard the inside starts to bleed. Tom has picked up on your impregnable silence and, as predicted, takes things a step further. 

He loves winning and it's never this hard. There's no preamble, Tom simply slides his hands up your torso and around your back to fiddle with the ties of your bikini top and giving you his most smoldering looks (it's working, your skin is burning everywhere he looks at you). 

"Nice tits too. When did you get them?," he says like he's asking about the weather. 

You roll your eyes and squeak when he squeezes them. It’s something you’ve had a hundred wet dreams about, but it’s all just a game to him and you have to maintain that it’s just a game for you too. “Go on, get it out of your system, you pervert.” 

As if playing into the character, Tom folds his tongue and groans lasciviously as his hands flatten and squeeze your boobs again. You lock your jaw and peak over your shoulder to find your friends still far away and sitting down to eat. You accidentally gasp when his hands find their way beneath your bikini top and his thumbs flick over your sensitive nipples causing electric shocks to storm through your body.

He's breaking the rules. Its an unspoken one, but you bite your tongue and don't chicken or call him out, so at long last, Tom’s hands disappear from your body and he sighs in defeat. 

You smile smugly at his shocked face even as you readjust your bikini. “Finished?” For once, it’s Tom shifting uncomfortably because of you. “My turn?” 

“Yeah, alright.” Tom clears his throat and opens himself up (shoulders back, hands limp at his sides). 

No backing out now– this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You tuck your poor, savaged bottom lip between your teeth and undress him with your eyes, lingering on the curls tumbling over his forehead, the column of his throat, his broad shoulders, the outline of musculature beneath his shirt. It’s cute the way he squirms. You’ve never looked at him like that before (not while he was watching anyways). 

“What to play with first…” you whisper to yourself. “Whatcha got in here?” 

Flinching is an instant loss in chicken, but a tiny bit is allowed. Tom flinches when he sees you reaching for his shorts but he growls as you reach into his pockets. 

“Come ooon,” he groans as you dig around through his personal items. Crumbled receipts, a capless pen, a joint, two lighters, a calculator– that makes you giggle as you pocket all of his things to keep the sand off of them. Then you pull his wallet and wave it in front of his eyes. 

“That’s off limits,” he barks immediately. 

“Just a look isn’t!” You open the wallet to find stacks of cards, wads of tens and ones, his ID, and a saucy picture of a girl. “Look, not taking anything! My tits are bigger.” 

“Better, you mean,” he grumbles as you pocket his personal items and return to skimming your hands over his thighs looking for secret pockets. “Not gonna find any other goodies– ACKH!”

Tom gasps as you cup his balls through his trunks. His eyes widen and a shiver runs through him. You, on the other hand, are wearing the biggest shiteating grin. 

“Hey look! More goodies!” 

His disbelief has him silent and staring like a statue. You pay him no mind and let your hands wander elsewhere, touching him the way you wish he would touch you. Feather light, almost ticklish as you touch his chest and belly under his shirt. 

"Hope you're prepared to witness the consequences of your actions," Tom warned. 

"Consequences?," you scoffed. And then you looked down to see an interesting lump forming below his waistband. “Oh.” 

Tom is shameless, you are suddenly beginning to learn. Two can play at that game. You walk your fingers over the button of his shorts before setting the button free, much to Tom's shock. 

"I… you can't," he's starting to protest, "thought we were keeping it over the clothes…" 

It was an unspoken rule, but… "is that what you call your last move? Tweaking my nipples?" 

Tom snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes. You started to feel sorry for him and offered an olive branch. "I won't take anything out, promise." 

Tom's jaw clenched as he felt the zipper loosen with ease and relieve some pressure off his arousal. You bit your lip again and offered another boon, one you pray he doesn't take. 

"Just chicken and we can stop," you whisper. "Seriously. It's just a game, Tommy. But I won't stop unless you tell me to." 

Emotions warred on your friends' face. He wasn't sure he wanted you to stop, only... he couldn't say it felt right letting you keep on. In the end he chose silence, except for an eye rolling grunt as your hand came into contact with the impression of his junk through his cotton briefs.  

"Wow, speaking of growing…" You chuckled madly at Tom's indignant growl. 

Judging entirely by feel, Tom was your version of perfect. Not too big, not too small, and a formidable girth if you weren't mistaken. But now was not the time to back down– it's possible for you to still win your first game of chicken, if only you'd go just a little further. 

"Stop enjoying yourself," you scold your squirmy friend. 

"I-I… enjoying myself? I'm just, I'm just reacting to being touched!" 

You let your fingers wander from his junk to his backside and feel him tense up. "You know the magic word to make it all stop, love." 

Tom looks at you nervously. "What are you doin' now?" 

"Something wicked," you reply, and squeeze his cheeks. 

For a moment, Tom's eyes flutter. "That's not so bad…" 

"Really? What would you call a wet willy that doesn't go in your ear?," you stuff a few of your fingers into your mouth. 

"Y-you wouldn't," he stutters but grows more confident. "Nah, you wouldn't. You're… too prudish to do that. Even I wouldn't, and I–" 

Tom cuts himself off and swallows hard. He is forced to watch as you suck your own digits, even thrusting shallowly into your mouth for show. Your eyes are hard set on his, practically shouting, 'chicken, chicken!' but he won't (he doesn't want to). 

Once your fingers are starting to prune, you pluck them out with a pop. "Sorry I didn't plan ahead, otherwise I would've brought you some lube. But this should be fine, right?" 

Tom shivers as your hand disappears behind his back again and feels your other, dry hand spread his cheeks a little. 

"You'll tell me if it hurts won't you?," you whisper innocently, "I'll go in slow but you can chicken at any time." 

"Fuck. You," Tom grinds out. "I'm no chicken." 

“... suit yourself.”

Tom’s jaw drops as he feels the pad of your finger circle the rim of his hole. He tenses as you start to push in, but just as quickly he feels his body betray him by relaxing and allowing you to breach, his cock twitching in his boxers as your fingers curl a few inches inside of him. It takes him until he sees stars dancing around your serene face to realize that he’s stopped breathing and he gulps his first few breaths in over a minute. 

“Fuck,” he pants, his voice cracking high, “fuck fuck fuck…” 

“That good, eh?” You’re teasing him but he can’t answer you when you start working your fingers in and out of him in a shallow, dainty rhythm. 

“What the fuck? What the fuck–” Tom is at a loss for words. 

His hips rut involuntarily, brushing his clothed cock against your belly and making him moan. If he had known his night would end like this… well he never would have expected anything close to this, how could he? His best mate’s got her fingers planted in his hole! 

Tom manages to focus his eyes just long enough to make out your lust drunk face again and beg. “I-I can’t come like this.”

“Sure you can–” 

“No I-I-I can’t.” His hands which had been balled into fists at his side now fly to your shoulders to keep you close. “You’re t-too tiny to reach deep enough. Please, you have to touch my cock, please…” 

Tom feels you moan more than he hears you (the vibration in your chest making his cock leak). His forehead presses to yours as he feels your other hand slip between your bodies and the second you squeeze his balls, he slams his mouth into yours in a sloppy kiss. Your teeth dig into his bottom lip and your fist moves lightning fast over his cock. The assault of sensations has his eyes rolling into the back of his head and he’s coming hard, his hole fluttering around your spit covered fingers and his cum drenching your bikini top. 

“Fuck, fuck, stop, please…”

You let Tom go gently, but his own hands pull you into another searing kiss before he collapses to his knees and bumps his sweaty head on your thigh. You giggle when you feel him rub his nose against your zipper and back away quickly, too overcome and aware of your location to let him continue. 

Tom stares after you longingly as you slip away to the ocean’s edge and jumps when he’s suddenly surrounded by all of your drunk, happy, and oblivious friends. It takes him a second to stand on his trembling legs, but when he does he finds you hip deep in the water and taking care of yourself. You almost scream when you feel a body press against your back, only to relax when you realize it’s only Tom. 

“Oi,” his warm breath tickles your neck and raises goosebumps. “That’s my fucking job.” 

His calloused hands cover yours– one over your breast and the other in your open shorts, taking over your minstrations and making you see stars. This is much better than winning a silly little chicken game.

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Thank you so much for doing my ask(>0<；)

I LOVED IT. I kinda have a thing for shy characters if you could tell. If you don't mind, can I request the same oral headcanons for Ruggie, Jamil, Jade and Rook this time? The one who look like the service tops? Thank you so much💕💕

Eek hello again! I’m so happy you enjoyed my last one!! I had fun writing it! Ty for the request again, I’m v excited for these set of characters. And, I like the shy ones too 🙈

ALSO THESE CAME OUT MORE LIKE SCENARIOS JKSDKJNDKNAK

A/N: This piece of writing is for 18+ readers only. Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: Mild story spoilers for Episode 4 for Jamil(?) , mentions of blood for Jade, slight yandere for Rook 

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Ruggie Bucchi x Reader

Giving

Right so, it’s no secret that Ruggie is a real giver. He does so much work for Leona and is known for being giving in his community back home! He’s too sweet!

Ruggie playfully slaps your ass as you walk through the halls of NRC, making you gasp as you look around at your surroundings, making sure nobody caught him. Taking his squeezes on your body as a hint, he leads you to a hidden corner and starts to tease you more.

Ruggie also isn’t picky on location either, willing to find a hidden place around the school, a janitor’s closet, or an empty classroom. This man will please you anytime, anywhere.

The dirty blonde would definitely feel you up in preparation, knowing what spots to linger on, letting out his signature shishishi~ as he can hear you moan or feel you shiver at his fingers.

Ruggie pushes your form onto the door lightly, giggling at the way it rattled from the pressure. 

Pulling your pants down, the smell of your sweat from throughout the day, permeates his senses making his cock and ears twitch. It’s a dirty pleasure~

I can also imagine him saying “THANK YOU FOR THIS MEAL” before going down on you

Ruggie is aggressively trying to make you cum, he’s rough yet so good with his tongue, keen on hearing those sharp noises from your mouth.

When you get close, you put your hands on his head, rubbing his ears and giving him so many praises. He feels his cock twitch in his pants as he starts sucking on your clit with more fervor than before - making you squirt on his face

The beastman laps up at your juices as you ride out your high, eating up the flavors and the noises coming from you~

“Shishishi~ Y/N, you couldn’t help those lewd noises from coming out hm?” Ruggie teases, as he helps you put your pants back on. “Careful though, next time, I don’t want to risk having anybody else but me hearing those noises, okay~?”

Receiving

You and Ruggie are in his bedroom back at Savanaclaw, after a tiring day of him running errands for Leona. You praise him for his efforts and offer to suck him off to reward him for being such a good helper!

Ruggie is not used to someone offering to service HIM instead of the other way around, so don’t tease him for looking so shocked!

He blushes, asking if you’re sure you really want to. Internally there is some doubt as if he doesn’t know if you really meant it or if you were just joking.

Once he realizes you’re serious, he eagerly strips down to his boxers, letting the tent in his pants be all the more obvious.

You wanted to service the hardworking hyena boy as much as possible, stroking him through the cloth of his undergarments until you could see a dark spot on the briefs where the tip of his dick was.

Suddenly, you felt your hands moving on their own. You looked up as Ruggie was controlling your hands, making you pull his underwear off, as he couldn’t take anymore messing around. 

Eventually he lets control of you go, and he lets you bring his cock into your waiting mouth. He closes his eyes and lays into his pillow, groaning immediately.

After working his length in your mouth, he uses his hands to pull at your hair, his tail now wagging violently under him.

It doesn’t take long before he already starts to twitch in your mouth. As he gets closer, he asks to cum on your body, preferably on your chest

Ruggie lets out hot frequent pants as he releases, his ears twitching in delight as he paints your naked chest with his cum

He isn’t satisfied with one time, he is greedy and wants you to make him cum at least twice!

“Haanh- wow..! It felt so good, Y/N...” the blonde panted. He stroked himself back to hardness as he looked at his seed that served as art on your body. “Here, open your mouth, c-can you do it again for me? Please?”

Jamil Viper x Reader

Giving

Jamil has also been a giver for most if not all of his life. As we’ve come to find out, he isn’t extremely happy about being a giver and in turn putting himself and his desires after.

However, when it comes to you, Jamil wants to give you so much, at least as much as he can within his power. Nobody has cared this much about him romantically to a point where he can feel like he can be himself.

Jamil convinced to teach you how to make one of your favorite dishes of his in Scarabia’s kitchen, his hands grazing over yours as he stands behind you, fingers lingering over places all over your body, his touches ghosting over your ass. You hadn’t even gotten to the actual “cooking” part, only gathering the necessary ingredients and starting to cut vegetables.

Jamil’s offer to pleasure you with his mouth comes from him as he stands behind your smaller form, whispering in your ear about how he would love to taste you, making you whimper at the sound of his voice combined with his lewd words. You find yourself grinding onto Jamil, hearing a hiss leave his mouth.

After finding a clean table in the kitchen to set you on top of, Jamil makes sure to lock the door to the kitchen and make sure the coast is clear before he stalks back to your form with a mischievous glint in his eye, promptly pulling your pants down and licks up your clothed pussy.

Jamil moves the cloth to the side and skillfully uses his tongue to lick up and down your cunt, then directing his attention to flicking his tongue on your clit.

Jamil’s so good at this you have to wonder how many time’s he’s done it before, but a particularly hard suck at your clit is bringing your full attention back to him.

Jamil also knows how to use his hands, bringing his calloused fingertips from basketball practice and putting them to use on your nipples.

Maintaining eye contact with his dark eyes, Jamil works you up gradually to a slow but intense climax. He holds onto your legs as you squirm in front of him. You’re struggling to find something on the smooth table to grip onto so you bring your fingers to his head, feeling his smooth black locks in your grasp.

Only moans and slurping sounds can only be heard in the kitchen as you try to keep yourself silent. “Y/N...” Jamil’s liquid honey voice calls to you. “Let me hear those beautiful sounds you’re making, my jewel. Let me hear you scream out my name as you cum..!” was all you heard before losing yourself to the pleasure once again.

Receiving

Jamil was coming by to visit you at Ramshackle dorm after basketball practice. The way his tan skin glistened with sweat never escaped you, and your gaze trailed from his eyes, to his arms, down to his gym pants. His sweat seeped through his clothes and created multiple dark spots.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, Jamil was perceptive and smirked once he noticed where your gaze was at the moment, blush coating his cheek as he chuckled. He would never push you however to do anything sexual, if you didn’t want to.

Like Ruggie, Jamil would be a bit shocked about you offering to give him a blowjob. He knew you were bold but... the fact you were offering it to him and knowing who he was, what he’s done, and you still forgave him... Jamil is absolutely shocked but he feels a certain emotion that makes his heart feel warm.

He lets you take the lead as you both lay in bed, kissing him gently while stroking him through his pants. Every grunt and pant is like music to your ears.

You crawl down so your face is near his crotch, as you pull down his pants and free his member. After a few pumps and a very visible bead of precum comes to your attention, you stare into his eyes as you take him into your mouth.

Jamil releases a low sigh, as if he doesn’t want to be heard by a single soul. His expression can only be described as admiring as you bob your head up and down his cock, stroking what you can’t fit into your mouth in your dominant hands.

Jamil covers his face with his hood, cheeks visibly red and his hair splayed messily on your bed. Suddenly, he bucks his hips up when you tongue his head, causing you to moan in pleasure.

Jamil warns you of his incoming release, telling you to go faster. You answer his pleas and suck more of him and move your hand faster up and down his dick, causing him to groan loudly and release his hot cum.

You look up and see him staring down at you with piercing dark orbs, black bangs sticking to the side of his face as he’s panting heavily.

“Let me see it, my jewel. Open your mouth.” You obeyed Jamil and opened your mouth to reveal all of his cum on your tongue, allowing it to drip onto his limp cock. “Tsk, it looks you’re gonna have to clean this up now...” Jamil placed a hand on your cheek and lowered your head again, gently.

Jade Leech x Reader

Giving

Lord have mercy I’m boutta BUST

Jade notices how tired you are when you’re both working shifts in the Mostro Lounge, seeing how you stretch your back and move a bit slower than usual. He can tell you’re nearing the end of your multiple hour shift.

Once you’re both finished your shifts, Jade offers to lend you his bed to rest on. He smirks once you turn away hehe

While you rest yourself on his bed, you take off your blazer, scarf, and hat from your uniform. You close your and you hear Jade from across the room shuffling about - removing his shoes, the sounds of his clothes being placed into his closet, his steady breathing.

Jade was beautiful. 190cm of pure intimidation, yet he was always gentle and chivalrous towards you. His stunning eyes were unique and the way he smiled at you only served to send shivers through your body. Not with fear but exhilaration.

You moved your head to sniff at his pillow, inhaling his scent of light cologne and pressing your legs together under his covers. Suddenly you hear him leave the room and you take the bold liberty to remove your shirt and pants. If he finds you, you can just weasel your way into making him believe you were too hot, right?

After several minutes of imagining Jade’s presence and his scent, you nearly screamed when you felt a sudden dip in weight on the bed, opening your eyes to see Jade’s signature smile.

Once he rips off his sheets from your body, he smirks and trails his fingers lightly along your form - from your chest, your abdomen, then finally to the waistline of your panties.

Jade bites you lightly, on your plush thighs, drawing a bit of blood and licking the wounds, making you squeal.

“May I?” Jade looks into your eyes, voice as smooth as ever. After given the signal of approval, Jade removes your undergarments swiftly and gets to work on your leaking pussy, tongue changing paces on your clit.

After a few minutes, Jade eases off. “If you don’t mind, darling...” he simply mutters as he takes off his gloves and inserts his long middle finger into your hole, earning a throaty moan from you.

Jade feels his cock leaking from the actions and sounds coming from his partner - yet he only pays attention to you, focusing his energy on pleasing you.

It feels like electricity running through you as your orgasm rips through your body - you gripping onto Jade’s bedding as you still feel him on your pussy, slowing down his ministrations as you come down from your high.

“Oya oya~ what do we have here?” Jade whispers. “I could smell your arousal from the other room, darling. Have I been neglecting you?” He feigns sadness as he raises his eyebrows and licks his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll service you soon so, please, allow me...”

Receiving

Jade was coming back to campus from one of his frequent trips to the mountains to gather some mushrooms. Some were questionable and some were edible, and Jade loved to find out which were which.

You offer to service Jade, teasingly, when he told you he was going to cook one of your favorite mushroom dishes for you with his fresh inventory.

“Oya? Don’t tease me like that, you’ll make me think you’re serious. Although, that would be nice.” He chuckled, patting your head. You huffed and started working on his pants, lowering them to reveal his still flaccid penis.

You started gently working on Jade’s length with your fingers, watching how the blood started to rush to it and make it harden. As precum leaked down his dick, you licked it from where it was on his length back up to his tip, taking him into your mouth.

Jade only offered a pleased “Hm.” as you started to move his girthy dick in and out of your mouth. You stared up to see his face, still the same expression as ever, but with a light blush across his cheeks. Were you not making him feel good..?

As if the eel merman could sense your feelings, he gave you firm praises telling you how good it feels and to keep going.

As you move faster, Jade starts meeting your pace by moving his hips to meet your mouth, chasing after his own release.

Jade makes light grunts and starts panting when he finally cums into your mouth, staring into your eyes. You swear his heterochromatic eyes glow, whether you have the lights on or not.

“Aah, darling... you were lovely.” Jade praises you and strokes your hair. “I wonder, how you’ll feel if you serviced me with your other holes...” Jade’s smile only grew as he bared his serrated teeth.

Rook Hunt x Reader

lord have mercy im boutta bust part 2

Giving

Rook Hunt is a romantic - he’s over the top, poetic, compliments you endlessly, gives you plenty of affection, what more could you want from a lover? Some may think he was too eccentric but you loved that about him.

You were in his room as he showed you his collection of photos. You knew Rook had a thing for taking candid photos of people, it was quirky and it made him unique! However, when you passed by a certain page, Rook quickly tried to take the album from you frantically.

After finally pulling it back, you open the next pages to see many photos of you from afar, close up photos of your clothed chest and photos of you in gym class, your shorts showing off your thighs shining with sweat. Around the photos were hearts on the photo covers and cute stickers.

Rook visibly grows embarrassed, furrowing his brows and looks away from you.

However, you take the opportunity to bring his chin back to face you, and plant a loving kiss onto his lips. Were you really not creeped out by him?! You already had a feeling Rook would have done something like this. In fact, the idea of him being so fixated on you only turned you on more.

“Mon amour... I’m sorry but you are so ravishing I could not resist.” Rook bites the bottom of your lip, making you gasp. He uses this opportunity to skillfully let his tongue slip into your mouth. Feeling the way his tongue moved over your tongue, you couldn’t help but whisper “I wish I could feel your tongue somewhere else, mon chasseur d’amour...”

Something inside of him awoke when you used what little knowledge of his mother tongue to speak so seductively like that. Swiftly, Rook lifted you from your position on your chair and brought you to his bed.

With your permission, he stripped you down fully naked to be able to admire your beauty. He sighed as his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your nude form.

It feels like heaven once Rook’s mouth is kissing your lower lips. He moans into your cunt as he tastes your juices - making a show of his tongue working hard on your clit. Vibrations are sent from his throat through your body as he moans while sucking violently on your clit, making you scream in pleasure.

Yet, he doesn’t stop - after he notices you really love when he does that, he keeps going. Now, he slips a finger to your dripping pussy and uses his fingers on his other hands to play with your nipples.

The overstimulation has you screaming, panting his name and squeezing his head into your thighs. You’re cumming as a blubbering mess, only his name leaving your mouth as high pitched squeals.

“Ah, Y/N, mon amour...” Rook’s blonde locks stick to his face in a mixture of his sweat and your juices as he raises his head up. “You were amazing! I wish I could have recorded that so I could watch it over and over again... you won’t mind if I did that next time, right?”

Receiving

You and Rook hadn’t seen each other as often as you’d like, recently. Whether it was with his Science club’s activities, your assignment workload being too intense, or just misalignment of schedule free time, you felt down.

You missed your blonde lover and his affection. Therefore, you hatched a plan. You had ordered a bunny suit and ears and were waiting in his room. You admired the way your thighs and breasts looked in the suit, angled his chair towards the door, sat on it with your legs crossed, and waited.

After minutes that felt like hours, you heard his footsteps and humming from outside of his room. Opening the door, Rook stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of you waiting for him.

He dropped his backpack to the floor, closed the door, and practically dashed to where you were sitting, falling to his knees and kissing your pantyhose clad legs.

After a few heated kisses were exchanged from this position, you got up to lift the blonde up from the floor and push him to the chair you were just sitting in.

“Roook~ my love, I’ve missed you...” you whined, unbuckling his pesky uniform pants. “Let me service you today, mon chasseur d’amour~” he groans at the use of his self given nickname leaving your mouth.

Rook watches intently as you pull his pants down and kiss up his legs, stopping where his undergarments started. Gazing up at him with half lidded eyes, you took the fabric down with your teeth, causing him to breathe heavily and moan at the sight

You part your lips and lick his throbbing pink head, tasting the precum as you sink further down his length. Slowly, you bring your head back up only to come back down, sucking his cock eagerly.

Rook had a mirror on his wall that was, luckily, facing him so he could see the view of your back and the way your ass looked in the tight bunny suit you wore. He even fawned over the little tail that was on top.

Cupping his balls and stroking his cock with your free hand and your mouth, you could feel him twitch. Rook brought his calloused hands to entwine his fingers in your hair as he feels himself coming close to his orgasm.

Rook spits nothing but praises into your ears as he releases his seed into your mouth, listening to you gag lightly. You swallow his cum and he pulls you up high enough to kiss you, his greedy tongue tasting himself in your mouth.

“Mon amour, what a little trickster you are, no? I never expected to see you waiting for me... it’s like I got caught in your trap, oui?” Rook wiped his forehead of his sticky sheen of sweat. “My, bunny... you look like you’re in heat. Why don’t we take care of that together? I’ll help you this time...”

Anyways... 

[avnkin]

Wardrobe Malfunction

Author’s Note: I’m listening to an ASMR Hogwarts study session while writing this,, would highly recommend lmao

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: After having kept your relationship with Draco a secret for many months, you find yourself accidentally exposing it after having grabbed a piece of clothing that wasn’t your own.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some angst but fluff to even it out

You and Draco had been keeping your relationship a secret for almost four months now, you both having mutually decided that the wrath of your housemates wasn’t worth it, you being a Gryffindor and him a Slytherin it wasn’t exactly a match made in heaven.

Every weekend Draco’s roommate went back home to visit his family meaning that you and him had his entire dorm to yourselves, which you always took full advantage off.

It was now a Sunday and since his roommates trip had gotten delayed it meant more time that you and Draco had to yourselves, so you stayed hauled up in his bedroom the entire day only leaving twice to attend the Great Hall for breakfast and dinner.

“I wish it could always be like this” you frowned as you laid your head on Draco’s chest, you were growing tired of having to hide your relationship, especially from your friends since you felt like you were betraying them in some way.

“I know darling, me too” Draco kissed the top of your head before beginning to run his fingers soothingly through your hair quickly lulling you into deep slumber.

When you awoke the next morning with Draco’s arm draped around your waist you allowed yourself to cuddle more into him thinking you would have a couple more minutes to spare, but oh boy how wrong you were.

Once you looked up at the clock that hung above his door you gasped once you saw the clock indicator pointing at 10 but not 8. You sprung out of bed beginning to frantically run around the room in search of your clothes.

“What are you doing” Draco rubbed his eyes as he propped himself up onto his elbows, “I missed first period and I’m so late for second” you rushed out as you hastily pulled up your skirt, “you need to wait a couple of minutes so people don’t notice we’re both late”

“Alright” Draco laid back down onto his pillow, “accio tie” you waved your wand before stretching your arms up to get your robe which laid on top of Draco’s closet.

The tie wrapped itself around your neck and you didn’t bother attempting to fix it simply giving Draco a kiss on the forehead before you ran out of his dorm and into the common room.

You always had to be careful when making your exit to be sure there wasn’t anyone there to see you. Once you’d made it out into the hallway unscathed you ran as fast as your feet could carry you towards Snape’s classroom.

“Miss Y/L/N finally decided to make an appearance I see” Snape crossed his arms over his chest as he displeaseingly watched you stand in the door way of the classroom, all heads now turned in your direction.

“Sorry Professor” you muttered before hurriedly taking your usual seat next to your friend Liza. 

“So what did I miss?” you asked as you began pulling your books out of your bag. When you didn’t get a reply you quizzically looked over at your friend who was staring wide eyed at you. 

“Liza?” you asked snapping your fingers in front of her face but she still didn’t look up at you.

“Uhm Y/N... why are you wearing that?” you furrowed your brows at her words before following her pointed finger down to your chest. You felt sick to your stomach once you saw Draco’s Slytherin tie wrapped around your neck instead of your red Gryffindor one.

Hearing the classroom door squeak open you looked up to see your boyfriend enter, the first thing you noticed was the lack of green around his neck.

Your friend followed your gaze and was quick to put two and two together. “Oh my god! You and Malfoy?” she squeaked and you hurriedly went to cover her mouth your cheeks flaming red as you looked around the classroom to see if anyone had heard.

“No! Or yes but you can’t tell anyone!” you declared slowly removing your hand from her mouth. 

“I think everyone already knows” she giggled gesturing around the classroom and sure enough students were whispering amongst each other whilst pointing at your tie and Draco’s lack of one.

“Bloody hell” you sighed internally groaning your eyes finding Draco’s who carried the same panicked glance as you.

Once class was over you quickly gathered your things and made your exit. As soon as you reached the corridor you ripped the tie from around your neck and squashed it into your bag.

You suddenly felt someone grab your upper arm and walk in front of you quickly seeing the back of Draco’s head made your stomach sink, he didn’t look too happy.

“What the hell Y/N how the bloody hell did you mange to take my tie” he whispered-yelled being careful not to attract the attention of oncoming students.

“I’m sorry! I taught myself this trick ages ago where my tie ties on it’s own and it’s never done anything like this before, it must have been because I was tired, I wasn’t focused i’m so sorry Dray” a heavy sigh left your mouth as you looked down onto your feet.

“You know what I can’t be seen with you right now so just stay away, alright?” you simply nodded at his words a heavy weight on your chest as Draco reached his arm out indicating that he wanted the tie.

You reached into your bag and slowly passed it to him, as soon as he had a hold of it he walked away from you, leaving you standing alone in the deserted corridor.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you watched him round the corner, how could you have been so stupid, you just ruined the best thing you’d ever had in your life.

Almost two weeks had now gone by and Draco was still ignoring you, he’d managed to shut the rumours about him and you down quickly and it particularly stuck with you once you’d overheard his friends saying that he’d never date a ‘mudblood’ like yourself.

Thinking it was over between you and Draco you didn’t hesitate to accept a trip to Hogsmeade with a boy from Ravenclaw you knew had been harbouring a crush on you for many months now.

His name was Aidan McLaggen and he was apparently quite the heartthrob, it seemed every girl had a crush on him since when you’d exited the main doors accompanied by him you’d gotten nasty glares from almost all the girls you walked past.

Aidan had insisted that you’d go to The Three Broomsticks for some butter beers which you were hesitant about since you knew Draco often spent his time there with his friends over the weekends.

But after minuets of Aidan’s protesting you eventually agreed letting him lead you into the crowded tavern. Your eyes immediately started dancing around the crowd in search of a certain blond which didn’t take you long to find.

Once Draco’s eyes met yours you found yourself melting underneath his gaze but before you could do anything Aidan had intertwined your hands and began walking you towards an empty table at the far end of the tavern.

Once your butter beers finally arrived you attempted to push all thoughts of Draco into the back of your mind and focus on the boy sat in front of you but you had missed how Draco’s eyes had been filled with rage once he saw Aidan touch your hand and how he’d abruptly stood up from his chair once he saw the two of you sit down, arms still connected.

He’d practically power walked towards you slamming his hands down on the table causing the containments of your butter beer to spill all over your hand.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing McLaggen” you stared wide eyed at Draco as you watched him glare at the poor boy in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked before Aidan could get a word out but Draco didn’t look over at you simply continuing to glare at Aidan who seemed to have no idea what was going on as his eyes darted between you and Draco.

“Just out for butter beer with this lovely lady what about yourself Malfoy?” Aidan gingerly replied as he took a sip from his butter beer, raising an eyebrow at the blond stood in front of him.

“Well this ‘lovely lady’ happens to be my girlfriend so if I were you i’d leave, right now” his tone held a warning to it as Aidan looked over at you. “Is that true?” he asked and that’s when Draco finally made eye contact with you.

You shook your head at him before abruptly standing up, the chair loudly squeaking from underneath you as you began to make your exit with Draco hot on your heels.

Once you’d made it out into the cold brisk air you wrapped your arms around yourself continuing to ignore Draco’s calls as he ran after you. Once he finally reached you he grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him.

“Y/N please-” he began but you cut him off, “No! Draco what the hell do you think you’re doing? You don’t talk to me for weeks and tell all your friends that you’d never date a ‘mudblood’ like me but then you see me with somebody else and you do this?”

“I never said that, you know I wouldn’t! They came up with that all on their own and I’m sorry alright? I’m so so sorry, I love you and I’m ready for everyone to know that”

“What?” your voice was small as you watched him intertwine your fingers before pulling you into his chest.

“What are you doing Draco people are watching” you panicked as you noticed the lingering crowd of students beginning to crowd around you.

“Well then, let’s give them a show” Draco smirked before he fully pulled you into him, leaning down towards you so he could connect your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss as your arms going around his neck as his travelled down to your waist.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked as you leaned back a bit watching as he smiled lovingly down at you.

“One hundred precent”

[shroudcore]

Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (Finale)

Summary: The ghosts may have left, but the wedding they officiated is not something to be easily forgotten. Will unsaid feelings remain hidden? Idia thinks so, after seeing you with your admirers. 

Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

After that 3-star difficulty sidequest, it was finally time for the ghosts to leave. They were filing out through a shimmering silver portal to the Land of the Dead, which you joked about jumping into “for the meme”. Idia was quick to discourage it. The joke would’ve been funny at any other time than right now. 

Each ghost made sure to give the newlyweds their congratulations. Each congratulation made Idia want to take off into the night, never to be seen again. It was beyond embarrassing. Unbearable. Way past his limit of social interaction capability. Things were getting way too much to handle for his now-empty Energy bar. 

While Idia longed for the comfort and isolation of his dorm room, you were the one who thanked the well-wishers and said the goodbyes—from a safe distance, of course. 

“When we return, I want you to meet our baby!” Eliza announced before she stepped into the portal. You and Idia shared a look. As if reading each other’s minds, you checked your schoolmates’ faces for their reactions—which did not disappoint. Different ways of saying “Don’t come back!” filled the hall, in varying degrees of anger and vulgarity. Before she disappeared for good, Eliza huffed and stuck her nose up in the air—an expression that tonight’s failed suitors knew all too well. 

At her departure, the portal shrunk into a mere speck until it completely disappeared. Then came the loudest cheers of the night serving as Victory fanfare. It was all over! But before he went, Idia hoped to say goodbye and take a look at you in your suit one last time. Or maybe even ask you to hang out tomorrow, depending on his current Courage level. 

While he silently rehearsed his thank-yous and good-byes, he wondered if you knew that you were still holding his hand. He decided not to mention it. 

Unfortunately, his brief moment of (weak) celebration was cut short when he noticed that the now-mobile Groom Rejects were approaching. They might as well have red bars floating over their heads to warn him of danger. He froze, contemplating whether to: 

> Bear it and stay with you just until he was prepared to say goodbye (+10 relationship points -20 comfort LV)

> Just run off on his own without saying anything, ignoring your calls. (-10 relationship points +10 comfort LV)

For now, he decided to stick with Option 1. Just a little bit longer. 

“That was amazing!” Deuce exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high-five. You laughed and  met other high-fives, low-fives, fist bumps, and head pats that came your way with that lovely smile of yours. 

Suddenly, Ace rips you away from him. Suddenly, you weren’t holding hands anymore. The loud first-year put his arm around you and Idia couldn’t help but notice how easy and natural it looked. Meanwhile, there he was: someone who needed to rehearse his goodbyes. 

Clearly, there was a huge level difference here and Idia was the one disadvantaged. 

“Our hero!” Ace yelled, inspiring more cheers. The distance between you and Idia grew as your wave of admirers and friends swept you farther and farther away. He was an outsider once again, stuck watching the fun from the sidelines. Their eyes sparkled. Their mouths smiled. Their loud voices laughed and praised you and laughed with you again. 

They loved you. And Idia was no different. 

Everyone’s Friend and the Weird Shut-in. Was there hope?

“Brother, I’m so glad you’re safe!” Ortho’s voice cut through his stream of thoughts. Immediately, he feels the weight on his shoulders lighten. 

He watched as his brother, his beacon of hope, made his way around your fan club until he eventually reached his spot. Ortho wouldn’t care if he looked like a loser, standing there awkwardly at the side all alone. Finally, he was saved. 

My savior! “Ortho! Thank you, thank you…” 

“No injuries… tense muscles… an increase in cortisol production,” Ortho muttered, frowning. “Are you okay?” 

“No…” 

Ortho nods. “We’ll return to the dorm, then. But before that, we should thank the Prefect.”

“Oh… right.” Idia looked over to you, still surrounded by your “fans” like the SSR character you were. You listened to Azul, who prattled on and on about something that was oh-so-interesting that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. And Vil judged your suit’s design, reaching out to fix something near your neck. You cracked up at something Floyd said. You posed and smiled beside Cater as he took a selfie with you. 

His mind raced as it continuously spotted the students on his list and everything they did. What was so interesting about Azul? What was so funny about Floyd? Did you like Vil’s hardworking, confident attitude? Did you think Cater had a way with words? 

He looked away. 

“Ortho, I’m going back to my room,” he said with a heavy heart, admitting Defeat. He was underleveled, had zero energy, and zero SP (social points). He’ll see you… some other time. After his cry-sesh, maybe. 

“Huh? Don’t you want to talk to the Prefect first?” 

“I’ll just… DM them later,” he lied. In truth, all he wanted was to drown himself in a video game while he gorged on candy and tried not to think about you. Ortho’s eyes narrowed, but followed him as he sneakily left the hall anyway. 

You’d understand, right?

Once he and Ortho were out, he looked back at the hall doors, hating himself for being too shy and cowardly to make a move. He imagined charging back into the room, wedging himself in between your friends, grabbing your arm, and pulling you away. Then he’ll kabedon you and—

Who was he kidding? He can’t do that, and you probably wouldn’t like that. 

“It was terrible, brother. Nobody wanted to help!” Ortho said, and Idia thinks he didn’t need to be reminded that nobody liked him. 

“When the Prefect and I reached Diasomnia, we expected them to reject us too…” he mused. “But Malleus Draconia agreed to help us! Can you believe it?”

“Wait… Malleus-shi?” 

Ortho nodded enthusiastically. “Yes… because the Prefect talked to him… and then he cast a charm on them to help us ward off those ghosts! It was really nice of him.”

“I see…” Idia knew that you and Malleus were friends. But to actually help you and him? Maybe your relationship with the Diasomnia dorm leader ran deeper than he thought. Why else would he go through that trouble? 

“The Prefect volunteered without needing to be asked, you know,” said Ortho, who he now noticed was observing him carefully. Idia tried to ignore the way his brother’s eyes lingered on him as they walked (floated in Ortho’s case). 

“...I’m so glad their plan worked!”

Wait, what?

“Volunteered? Their plan?” All this time, he thought you’d been forced to do this by the Headmaster! You did always rant about Crowley promising you different sorts of rewards if you did jobs here and there. But… you got yourself into this mess… all for him? 

Idia looked at the hand you held just moments ago and dared not hope again. Maybe you would have done this for anyone else in his place. Maybe you treated everyone the same, and it just so happened that he was the one kidnapped by a ghost bride. 

Still, he felt bad for not doing as Ortho said earlier. It was too late to turn back, however, as Idia and Ortho finally reached the Hall of Mirrors. 

“Finally… I’m so tired,” said Idia, meaning it in all ways. But as he put one leg forward to enter the door to Ignihyde, he heard someone’s voice, along with the scuffle of shoes against the floor coming closer and closer to where he and Ortho stood. 

“Idia, wait up!”

Oh no. It’s you. Enter now! Enter now!

But no matter what his head told him to do, he remained rooted to his spot. He stood still despite his pounding heart, that elevator-like feeling in his stomach, and the blaring alarms in his head. 

Object of affection at 5m…

Ortho was probably seeing his vitals going haywire and giving him that look again. He turned to look at his brother… only to not find him there. 

Help… oh no…

2m… 

“Hey,” you gasped out, catching your breath. “When I turned around, you were gone…”

Yeah, same. Just like Ortho… 

No one said a word for a while. The silence was only filled by your heavy breathing as it slowly evened. Inwardly facepalming at himself, he decided to take the chance to tell you everything he should’ve said before he left. 

But before he could open his mouth and apologize for leaving, (gods know he had too many things to apologize for after tonight), he was taken into a warm embrace. 

OHMYGODSOHMYGODSOHMYGODSOKAYLET’SCALMDOWN

“I thought I was too late.” you mumbled into his suit. 

At that moment, without anyone else around, nothing else mattered but the safety of your arms. And damn, how good it felt to be embraced. Did anyone else get these hugs from you? Idia didn’t think so. He hesitantly lifted his arms up and hugged back. 

Looking up at the domed castle ceiling, he wondered what he did to deserve something this good. 

It’s okay. I can have this. He allows himself to melt into your arms, head drooping down to rest against your neck. 

“G-good thing you weren’t,” he finally whispered back, freezing as he heard you sob against his chest. Oh no, oh no, what do you do when your love interest is crying? Quick, quick, pull up the archive of romantic scenes from your memory. 

“Hey, hey, I-I’m okay, you see?” he said, patting your back awkwardly. You let go after releasing another sob to wipe your eyes with your sleeve. 

“Sorry I got your suit wet,” you said softly, turning your face away. “I’m really, really sorry about what happened there too.”

“About what?”

“The whole wedding thing...” You took a quick look at him but immediately dropped your gaze to the ground. 

Idia blushed. “I-It’s okay! D-don’t worry about it… I-” 

Come on, say more! Ugh… I hate myself. 

You pulled at our vest and slipped something out of it—an envelope. “I… wanted to tell you everything through a letter.”

Tell me what?

“But… Eliza came and took you before I could give it to you.” You avoided his eyes as your fingers tightened around the white envelope. Idia’s breath hitched, expecting you to crumple it. But to his relief, your fingers relaxed. Then, as if it took all your courage, you handed it to him with a slightly shaky hand. 

“It's old-fashioned, I know but yeah... just read it!” 

In the hall’s silence, he could hear your breaths quicken once again. 

“Th-That’s all I came here for. Goodbye!” 

Before he knew it, you were running off. Your arm waved frantically from a distance as every step carried you farther, farther away. He lifted his arm to wave back but you never saw it. You were gone and all he had left was the letter. 

His curiosity made him impatient. With fast and purposeful steps, he sprinted on the way to his room. What did he feel? Excitement? Dread? An unpleasant mix of both? His room, feeling farther than usual, was the only safe place he could experience whatever it was.

After a lot of walking and almost slipping over someone’s spilled soda (he cursed the shoes those ghosts made him wear. His very own would never fail him like that), he found himself in front of the doors, which slid open, revealing Ortho already inside. 

“You left me there!” Idia huffed. 

“Couples need alone time, brother,” replied his brother, innocently blinking.

“Wh-wha… we’re not a couple!” 

“Hmm? I could’ve sworn the signs were all there...”

A blushing Idia threw off the silly coat those ghosts made him wear and threw it over his desk chair. He sat on the bed, fingers racing to open the envelope. Ortho watched with great interest as two sheets of paper covered in your handwriting slipped out.  

Unfolding the first page, Idia took a deep breath and began reading:

Hey Player 1!

Sorry I couldn’t make it tonight last night. Maybe you can show me your new manga tomorrow? I know how excited you are about it.  I’m writing this while Grim’s asleep. He’ll never let me hear the end of it otherwise. 

I figured that this would be the best way to communicate my thoughts and feelings. This way, you won’t feel pressured to respond immediately. You can open and read it whenever you’re ready, in the safety of your room. I know it’s old-fashioned. But to me, a handwritten letter feels more personal—like I’m giving you a piece of myself. So here’s that piece of myself. Please, handle it with care. 

Beware. I’m about to get sentimental and mushy and cheesy and everything you cringe at! I hope you read on, anyway. 

First of all, I want you to know how much I admire you. Right from before we were friends, I was impressed by your intelligence and knowledge with technology. I’ve seen nothing like it back home. I always wondered why you hide yourself and those talents away. My curiosity drove me to want to get to know you. I’m glad I did. 

You were closed off. To you, I was just another normie. Do you remember? Your dismissal annoyed me, so I challenged you to a 1v1 match. I thought I was good, but you crushed me. I guess that’s where it started: our friendship… and something else. Soon, I found more and more reasons to admire you. Honestly, I find more with each passing day. 

I should have known, right from when songs started to make me think of you, that I was falling. I started to see you as, well, more than a friend. Your quick mind, your expressive hair, your soothing voice, your precious grin… your voice when you talk about things you love, your love of cats, and your candy, and your cold hands… Okay, I think you get the point.  But if you have time, I could go on forever. 

There’s something different in your eyes when you truly care. You say you’re bad at being sentimental and feel-y, but that’s okay! We express love differently. I see your love pour out in the way you perfect every detail on Ortho’s modifications, anyway. I’m sure he knows how much you love him. 

I want you to know how special you are to me. You’re so amazing, Idia. I wish you knew that. I want you to know that. 

I know it’s hopeless. You’re the young master to a noble house. I’m just… me. A homeless, magicless foreigner with nothing to my name. Nothing to offer but my feelings (and my superb gaming skills of course). I’m not asking nor expecting to be your special someone. But hey, I can be a top-tier teammate. A worthwhile BG opponent. A movie buddy. And most importantly—a friend. 

Our time together has always been a highlight of my difficult stay in NRC. The times we hung out in your room were my refuge from the outside world’s demands. Somewhere I was untouchable and safe from harm. Safe from demeaning remarks. Even if you never get back to this letter and decide you never want to see me again, I will always treasure the matches we played, the movies we watched, the candy we shared, and the memes we laughed over.

That’s all of it, really. Please don’t sleep too late. Watch your sugar intake. Listen to Ortho. Take care of yourself. 

Oh, and enjoy your new manga. 

Your best raid teammate, 

Player 2

Wide amber yellow eyes glistened as they repeatedly flitted over the words. A shaky thumb caressed the smudged ink from where a fallen teardrop marked the paper. Burning different shades at once, fire-hair slowly released itself from the tie it was forced into. Now free, it swathed Idia’s back in warmth like it should.

“Th-This can’t be real!” he sputters as he waved your letter around like he was fanning a bonfire. In a way, he was. 

However, Idia knew his hair wasn’t the only thing that kept him warm. He stared at the letter and it stared back. But no matter how many times he blinked, the words remained the same. You felt the same. 

“What have I done to unlock this route?” Idia clutched the letter to his chest, but noticed he was wrinkling it. “Nooo!” He quickly smoothed it over again. 

“They… they like-like me!” Saying it out loud made it more real. It was a fact! It was true all this time! Thinking of everything you did tonight: rescuing him like a true hero, running after him because you couldn’t keep your feelings secret for much longer… he couldn’t stop himself from swooning. 

“Like-like… did you mean love?”

“L-love?” Idia exclaimed. He suddenly felt dizzy, so he fell back onto his bed and talked to the ceiling. “It’s too early for that word!” 

But he knew the effect which that word had on him didn’t go unnoticed by Ortho. Well, at least he knew now that Idia wasn’t suffering from an illness. Can love be considered an illness? Idia recalls a documentary that said it was. Back then, he ate that up. Love made people do crazy things, after all. 

But ‘illness’ wasn’t an apt word to describe this dizzying happiness surging through him, was it? It was way too wonderful for a word like that.

“I’m so glad the Prefect finally confessed!” Ortho bounced happily, reflecting his brother’s joy. “I knew they would do it soon!” 

Mouth hanging open, Idia looked at his brother. “Wait… you knew?”

“I’ve known for a while,” Ortho giggled. “Vitals can’t keep secrets!” 

***

Contrary to plan, Idia didn’t touch his video games, nor gorge on candy, nor cry himself to sleep. Instead, he replayed the night’s events in his head over and over like a song he couldn’t get enough of. It had been two hours and thirty-five minutes since he read your letter. Two hours and thirty-five minutes since his world was turned upside down. In his reflection on the dark screen of his off tablet, he almost looked different. He saw someone who was admired. Wanted. Loved. 

Was that what you saw whenever you looked at him?

Ortho told him what the next move was: asking you out. He was scared. You might have changed his view of himself a bit, but that didn’t mean he was suddenly ready to go the distance and conquer the world, or whatever those overenthusiastic extroverts say. The night was still too much, and maybe he still needed those three weeks of being a complete hermit. 

Okay. Maybe with your help, I'll get there little by little. 

Perhaps you could watch a movie in his room... Would you be okay with that? You always hung out with him in there. But what if you wanted to do something outside? Eh, maybe it all didn’t matter, as long as you were together. 

When he put on his headphones, he knew which song to choose right away. There was one forgotten song in his music library that he couldn’t bring himself to delete. A love song. It wasn’t a bad one, because Idia would never keep a bad song in his music library. It’s just that the lyrics  were too happy—its singer so blissfully in love that it amplified the loneliness that had always been there.

Now playing: “Immortal Flowers” — SERPINA

This time, it’ll be different. Tonight, he puts it on repeat. He listens to it with a head for once clear of uncertainties. Instead, he thinks of fluffy otome scenarios. 

That date idea would have to wait. For now, he’ll imagine and dream of you, with your warm smile and open arms—skin basking in the glow of blue fire light. 

THE END. 

~

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

There you have it! Thank you for reading. I had fun writing this 4-part series. Would love to hear some feedback! 

Btw, the title of the song Idia listens to at the end comes from “Conversations with Persephone” by Nikita Gill. “What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.” 

[dragon-kazansky]

Professor | Zemo + Lauda

Professor AU!

Gender neutral reader

For @lieutenantn

[Next chapter]

Part 1

University was stressful, but it was stress you would work through for your future. However, your stress just seemed to grow, and it had nothing to do with your class work.

It all came down to two of your professors.

Professor Zemo and Professor Lauda.

Both of them were incredibly handsome men who you often found yourself daydreaming about. You counted yourself as incredibly lucky to find yourself in their classes.

Helmut Zemo, your history professor. He comes from Sokovia, a country you knew very little about before learning this fact. You were his top student, but only the two of you knew that.

Niki Lauda, your languages professor. From Austria, where you have been, and would hope to go again just because this man lived there. His eyes would linger on you during class and you found it hard to keep up appearances with all your classmates around.

Both of these man had you wrapped around their fingers, but you had no idea just how bad it would become. You left your current class with Professor Zemo and headed back to your dorm.

With classes wrapped up, the teachers gathered in the teacher's lounge for lunch. There were only two teachers in there as of now. Zemo and Lauda.

The two men looked at each other.

It was no secret they despised each other. However, the reason for the hatred was a secret. No one could know they were both doting on the same student.

Both men utterly adored you.

Helmut Zemo would whisk you away during the breaks and holidays. He would take you on trips to places you had never been before, and some that you had just to create new memories with you. He would spoil you and buy you gifts. He would dance with you late at night in his office or his home. He would cook you dinner and make love to you at any ungodly hour.

Niki Lauda would take you Austria with him, show you sights. He would make you wear his jackets as he wrapped an arm around you, wanting people to know you were together. He would invite you into his office just fuck you on his desk, warning you to be quiet if you made too much noise. He would sit you in his lap while he graded papers and pepper your neck and cheek with kisses.

Niki glared at Zemo as he got what he wanted and sat down on the far side of the room. He hated him.

With graduation only days away, Niki was desperate to win you over. He wanted you come home with him and stay. He wanted you in his life so badly, but this other man was standing in his way. He couldn't have you until you let Zemo go completely.

Helmut barely paid him any mind as he tucked into his lunch. He only came to the lounge because he knew Niki would be in here, otherwise he would eat in his office.

Letting Niki Lauda have you was the last thing he would do.

"Y/N looks good today," Zemo says, knowing Niki had yet to see you today. His class with you want until later.

"Y/N looks good every day," Niki replies, still glaring at him.

"What will you do when they graduate?" Zemo's lip curls into a grin as he eyes the Austrian man.

"I shall take Y/N back home with me. I will hand in my notice and teach back in my home country."

Helmut couldn't help the laughter that tumbled from his lips. That had to be the funniest joke he had ever heard. He did not care for how much harder Niki narrowed his eyes at him.

"What's so funny, asshole?"

Helmut composed himself and smiled wickedly at him. He sat up a little more straight as he replied.

"Sorry, it's just funny you think Y/N will be going back to Austria with you. Y/N and I will be returning to my homeland. We will be very happy in Sokovia."

Niki was so pissed, he broke the pen in his hand. Ink covered his fingers as he stood up cursing in German.

Helmut chuckled at Lauda's predicament.

"That was your fault, asshole. Y/N will not choose you." Niki gathered his things and stormed out of the room.

Helmut had another good laugh once he was alone.

You made your way to class. Languages. You had been studying hard for this class, really wanting to impress Niki. He had been helping you in private... after your vigorous activities.

You were the first in the class. Niki turned around when he heard someone enter, and his face relaxed tremendously when he saw it was you.

"Y/N, can I see you after class?"

You smile softly.

"Sure. In your office?"

He nods. He can't say any more as the door opens and other students come flooding in. Throughout the class he steals glances at you. You offer him a small smile every time he looked up at you.

When class was over you lingered behind and waited for everyone else to leave. Niki disappeared into his office and you quickly followed after him, but not acting to out of it. You didn't need rumours to start from those last few studentseaving the class.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Niki pulled you over to his desk and into his lap. He had his arms around you has he rested his head against your chest. You lifted one hand to tangle in his curly hair.

"What is it?"

"Your graduation is coming soon," he says softly.

"Yes. It's come really quickly."

He sighs as he gazes up at you with his stunning eyes. You smile softly and give him a gentle kiss.

He lifts a hand to rest against the side of your face.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I... I don't know."

Niki runs his thumb along your cheekbone and stares intensely into your eyes. You know what he's asking. It had been on your mind for some time now, but you didn't know what you were going to do.

How were you suppose to choose between these two men?

You run tour fingers through his curls again and sigh softly, biting at your lip in thought.

"I don't know," you said again.

Niki pulls you into a kiss and keeps you there for a moment, making it linger. He needed to feel you, taste you.

You broke the kiss and stood up.

"I need to go. I'll see you tomorrow Niki."

He doesn't want to let you go, but he has to. He has one final class to do before the day ends. However, it would be hard to focus on it when he can only think of you.

You look back at him as you leave.

You walk down the hall with your books tucked under your arm. You knew you would have make a decision because you could only have one.

....or none, but you didn't want that!

Lost in your thoughts of Professor Lauda, you were startled when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into the nearest classroom.

Helmut pinned you up against the wall beside the door, his lips already on your neck. Your books tumbled to the floor as you snaked your arms him.

"Professor!"

He grins against your skin before pulling back so he can see your eyes. He pinned your wrists to the wall, but he was gentle about it.

"I missed you," he whispered against your lips.

You smile softly and kiss him.

"I missed you too."

He let's go of your wrists and cradles your face in his hands. He looks sad. You place your hands over his and savour the warmth they give off.

"I know what you want to ask, but the answer is, I don't know."

Helmut sighs as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. You press a kiss above his ear and lean your head gently against his. One of his hands slip into yours and his fingers curl around your own.

"I don't to want to lose you to him," he mumble.

"I know, but I don't know how I'm suppose to decide. Damn this university for hiring attractive professors," you chuckle.

Helmut chuckles with you.

He stands upright and looks at you softly.

"You can't blame us for falling for you. Who ever wins you over will be very lucky indeed. Just... don't let it be him."

"Professor... I can't promise anything."

"You have until graduation," he tells you, steeping away from you. He takes a step back and looks at you as a professor should.

A teacher looking at their student.

You turn away and leave the classroom.

Graduation was days away. You were running out of time. On of these men would be your future, but you had to decide which future you desired.

Niki Lauda was slumped in his desk chair staring at his desk. His lap felt so empty without you sitting in it. He couldn't focus on the papers on his desk as he thought of you.

Helmut Zemo leaned against the wall he had you pinned against. If you chose him he would be beyond happy. He would make a future with you far from here where he could love you completely.

Both men balled a hand into a fist.

The wouldn't allow the other man to win.

Time was running out for all three of you. Something had to be done.

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[writing-wh0re]

George totally falls in love with a loud and energetic slytherin girl. He wants to show her who's the boss. SMUTTTTTT

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Dom!George Weasley x Fem!Slytherin! Reader

Daddy kink smut (whats new)

Word Count: 993.

Warnings: Smut 18+, Semi Public Sex, Vaginal Intercourse, Male Recieving Oral (Swallowing), Spanking, Slight Degration, Slight Priase Kink, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Explicit Language. 

I walk into the great hall, making my way to the Slytherin table as I sit next to Draco who is laughing along with Blaise. I raise my eyebrow at the pair as Draco puts his arm around me, whispering in my ear. “Your little boy toy is watching us.” I smirk, my eyes wandering to the Gryffindor table as I lock eyes with George. 

“I don’t think he’s very happy about this.” I gesture to the close proximity of Draco and I as he sucks his teeth. 

“Weasley can tell me himself.” 

“Oh, I bet on it.” I laugh as Blaise looks over his shoulder, George narrowing his eyes as Blaise shakes his head. 

“You have him wrapped around your finger.” 

“I know.” I smirk as I blow a kiss to George as he rolls his eyes, leaning beside him to talk to Fred. 

We muck around at the table, being the loudest group as Mcgonigal scolds us for causing a ruckus. 

“Can’t do anything fun in this school.” Draco complains. 

“Just haven’t found the right fun.” I wink as Blaise chuckles. 

“Y/n, come.” I look up to see George as I raise my eyebrows. 

“Last I checked, I wasn’t a dog.” 

“Enough. Let’s go.” 

“No, I’m having fun with my friends, later.” George clenches his jaw as he looks between Draco and Blaise who are snickering at the situation. 

George sighs, bending down to whisper in my ear. 

“Daddy isn’t playing this fucking game, get up and follow me.” George leans back as my body floods with tingles. 

“I’ll see you guys later.” I breathlessly say standing and following behind George. 

“Good girl.” he whispers as I grab a hold of his hand as we walk through the halls of hogwarts. 

“Where are you taking me?” I question, noticing we weren’t walking towards his or my dorm rooms. 

George looks around the empty hall as he opens a wooden door. 

“A broom closet?” 

George doesn’t answer me as he pulls me inside, closing the door behind us as his lips are on mine. 

“You disobeyed me.” 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” I plead as his lips attach to my neck, sucking the skin as I moan his hand covering my mouth as he continues to litter my skin with love bites. 

“Show me.” My eyes linger on his as I raise an eyebrow, knowing what he wants but playing dumb. 

“Show Daddy, you’re sorry.” Gegore says, clasping his hand around my throat as I meekly nod. Sliding down the door as I start to undo his pants, palming him through his underwear as he bites back a groan. “Don’t fucking play with me.” I listen to his command as I slide his underwear down, his cock springing free as I whimper at the sight of it. 

I lick from the base to the tip, my tongue swirling around the head as George places both of his hands against the door, my back falling against it as he thrusts into my mouth, as I gag around his dick going in and out of my throat my eyes start to water as I look up at George his face washing with pleasure. 

“Such a pretty little slut.” George holds under my chin as he continues to watch his dick disappear into my mouth. “Are you going to take daddy’s cum?” 

I moan in response, the vibrations wrapping around his cock as he hisses, I add my hand to the end of my mouth as his thrusts pick up slightly as I feel him twitch his salty release coating my throat as I swallow hard. 

“There’s daddys good girl.” I rub my thighs together, attempting to get some friction on my clit as George pulls me up, his hand wrapping around my throat again keeping me against the door. 

“Please daddy, fuck me.” I beg as his hand slides under my skirt, pulling my panties to the slide as he chuckles, toying with my wet swollen clit a moan falling from my lips. 

“So fucking needy.” A whimper fills the air, my whimper as he chuckles. 

“Up.” I jump slightly, wrapping my legs around his waist as he holds my ass, spanking me. George runs his cock up and down my slit he slides right inside. 

“George.” I breathlessly gasp as he hisses. 

“All fucking mine.” 

George slams my body into the door as I latch my mouth onto his neck, sucking as I leave my mark on him. I run my nails down his back, his shirt keeping me from leaving marks as he grips harder on my ass. 

“Oh, daddy.” I moan into his neck as he rocks my body against his. 

“I'm close baby.” he whispers as I nod my head, sliding my hand down my body rubbing my clit, George leaning back slightly to watch his cock disappear in and out of me, his eyes focusing on me playing with my clit as he moans.

“I’m going to cum.” I cry out as George only nods, his cock twitching inside me as my walls tighten around him. He holds me close, his dick still inside me as I slide my legs down, him sliding out as we both gasp at the loss of contact. 

George places his hand under my chin, making me look up at him as he smirks. 

“Never, disobey daddy again.” 

I smirk, nodding as he kisses me. Both of us fix our appearances as the door starts to pound as I freeze, George pushing me behind him as he opens it, Filch on the other side. 

“Weasley, how did I know.” Filch grumbles as George grabs my hand, looking back at me. 

“Run.” 

George and I push past Filch as we run from the broom closet, through the now crowded halls of Hogwarts, people turning and staring at us as Filch attempts to catch us, giving up halfway as we make it to Gryffindor tower. 

“Detention?” 

“Definitely.”

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[ ☁︎ ]  angst

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : unrequited feelings :’( really brief mention of sex (not nsfw tho!) & also (underage?????) alcohol consumption! 

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : On your last night in the dorms, Shouto realizes he has feelings for you, his best friend. 

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : idk honestly i started writing this last night and was gonna abandon it... but then val tagged me in an angst ficrec and i was like ok well! this is a sign to post bc then i will have at least one sho angst on my masterlist lolll oops :o

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🅃onight was the last night in the dorms. Three long years had come and went, and now everyone’s belongings were cleaned out and secured away with cardboard and tape, leaving an empty wing that was currently filled with bodies, neon lights, and red solo cups. Music was pounding through the hallways, reaching every room and allowing no one total escape from the celebration.

You had been occupying the dance floor with Mina and Tsuyu for the last half hour, and now that you had sweat off the latest drink of the night, it was time for you to set off and find your more moderate-tempered companion. The pink-skinned girl wiggled her eyebrows at you when you alerted them of where you were heading off to, Tsuyu planting a love tap on your ass as you made your way from the swarm of people. The frog girl wasn’t usually so loose, but the alcohol that pumped through everyone’s veins had left only a select few unaffected. Tsu, just like you, was one of the ones that was happily allowing the weight of daily student life slip from her shoulders.

There were plenties of warm bodies swaying with the heavy bass rattling the hallways, shadows of couples and interested singles leaning against the walls, whispers and rowdy laughs echoing as the entire graduating class of UA partied the night away. Skimming by the line outside the bathroom, your feet found their way toward the end of the hall easily enough, taking the path you had so many times before.

A creak sounded as you pushed the cracked door open, the sight of the open shoji screen allowing moonlight to stream onto the bamboo mat floor which crunched quietly underneath your tentative steps.

“Shouto?” you whispered his name, eyes taking in the silhouettes of the packed boxes against the walls before you turned and saw a shadow sitting on the mattress beside the door.

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Your voice jolted Shouto from his wandering thoughts, his attention turning to you right away. He seemed surprised to see you standing there, and he peered up at you from his slightly hunched position on the couch. He acknowledged you with your name, his voice low and steady. By the sound of it, you wondered briefly if he had even had a drop to drink tonight.

Blinking at him a few times, you tried to adjust your eyes to the contrast between the bright moonlight and dark shadows. When you could finally see the planes of his handsome, somber face, you spoke, trying your best not to slur. “What are you doing over here all by yourself?”

He paused, lagging for a second before the corners of his mouth curled and his eyes crinkled at the sight of you. “Just thinking,” he answered, examining you in that intrigued way he always did. After a moment he must have reached the conclusion that you were some level of smashed, for he patted the empty space next to him on the bed with a smirk and said, “Come sit with me.”

For a moment you wondered why he was alone, but then your brain caught up with you, and you realized that his other friends were probably busy with their own issues or endeavors. Ever since Midoriya finally grew a pair and asked Uraraka out, the two had been going at it like rabbits every spare second they had. And you could only imagine how busy Iida was as class rep, trying to keep the party at least a little bit under control. Momo was definitely helping him, and you had seen Bakugou begrudgingly holding Kaminari up with Kirishima under his other arm when you’d passed by them in the hall… Leaving only you to come and rouse the half and half hero from his solitude.

“Well that’s not allowed tonight!” You exclaimed, fist slapping against the side of your thigh. You would’ve used both hands for emphasis had the other not been occupied with a half-full plastic cup. Your legs felt like jello as you moved toward him, his cool hand wrapping around your arm to offer his support and steer you into the spot beside him. You almost fell but he held you up with the one arm, chuckling as your butt finally met the safety of the duvet.

“Thinking’s forbidden?” he laughed at your insistence, the sound rich and deep as his hand lingered on your wrist.

“Yes,” you nodded vehemently, pulling your hand away from his to cradle your precious cup and shooting him a playful, sideways glare.  “Brain turned off for the night. It’s in the fine print of the party rules, of course.”

Shouto gave you a funny look, eying you from the side. He repositioned himself, sitting upright and closing his eyes. It was hard for him to remain stoic when the quiet sound of your amused giggles tickled his ears, but he managed a nod before his eyes settled on you again. “Okay, I think it’s off.”

Conversation was always natural between the two of you, he never had to struggle to keep it flowing. And he liked talking with you, being in your presence. Which was the only reason why he was still entertaining this ridiculous charade.

“How do you feel?” you inquired, a goofy grin on your lips.

There was a twinkle in your eyes as you teased him, but Shouto held no qualms with your playfulness. Most people were still afraid to joke with him, believing that he was too obtuse to understand humor. Sure, he had struggled with the transition to school life in the beginning of their first year, but after you had transferred into their class second year, he found himself opening up even more than he already had.

“I feel… the same.” The grin on his lips remained, his eyes settled on your drunken form. His gaze flicked to your smile, shining in the moonlight and making something twinge in his stomach. He cleared his throat, pushing down the feeling that haunted him every time he looked at you too long. “This doesn’t really work, does it?”

You pretended to entertain the thought for a moment, eyes rolling as you considered it animatedly before your lips broke into a beautiful smile again. “No,” you giggled, shoulders shrugging in your cute, drunken fit. “But it’s easier when you’re not sober!”

He turned, faux surprise hung from his brow. “You’re drunk?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice and splashed onto you where his jean-clad thigh brushed against yours.

“Shut up!” You punched at his shoulder and pushed him away from you, shuffling yourself in the process.

Your hair swished with the movement and suddenly the soft, sweet scent of you was crashing over him. He breathed it in shamelessly, allowing himself to indulge in the warm feeling that suddenly emanated through his chest.

“You could try it, if you wanted. It really does help,” you offered your cup to him, shrugging.

Shouto eyed the red plastic cup, hesitant. He really wasn’t one to drink, but then again, neither were you. Tonight was about celebrating your graduation from UA, opening the next chapter of your lives. The thing was, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to move on when it meant leaving all his relationships either behind him or pushed to the side. Okay, maybe he was kidding himself… there was only one person he would miss having in his daily life, and that person was sitting right beside him— the same one who was the source of his conflicted feelings.

“Or not!” your hand retreated and you took a little sip, the sweet jungle juice washing down your throat easily. “No pressure. It’s your choice, Sho.”

He nearly groaned at the nickname, the one he only allowed you to call him. Grabbing the cup from you, his calloused fingers brushed over your soft knuckles. He smirked at the excitement that surfaced in your gaze as he brought the lip of the cup to his mouth, emptying the contents in one long go. The liquid was sickly sweet, masking the bitter poison that entered his body alongside it.

“That was… truly disgusting.”

“Whaaat?” You balked, grabbing for the cup in dismay. He kept it out of reach, even though it was empty, setting it on the far table instead. “It’s good, I dunno what you’re on. It’s really, really good. Heheh, just like me…”

Shouto blushed at the innocent innuendo, looking at you as you closed your eyes and let out a noise between a sigh and a laugh. He gulped, realizing that the alcohol was already taking effect and he was beginning to slip under its influence. Your method of “turning your brain off” was proving to be much more effective with the alcohol’s aid, but that was a whole other issue which he failed to foresee. 

He usually preferred to keep his brain on and fully functioning, especially when he was alone, with you. That way, when you roused the butterflies in his stomach and pulled on his heartstrings, he could tell himself to just ignore it and focus on how important your friendship was to him. But now, his defenses were failing him, and there was nothing he could do to stop his heart from beating faster, palms getting clammier.  

“You’re good?” he reiterated quietly, watching the way your tongue swiped across your lips, enchanted by it.

You chortled, finding the thought entertaining, apparently. “Yes! I feel really good right now.”

“Ah,” he murmured, sitting back and allowing the pillow he had propped up to sink around his form. “I feel... kinda good, too.”

A mix between a laugh and a scoff escaped you at his confession. “You feel something already, Sho? Wow, that’s so efficient.”

Shouto didn’t really know what you meant by that, but he only smiled softly at the happy look on your face. He closed his eyes and listened to the fast rush of blood in his ears, the feeling of warmth prickling at his skin. He wasn’t drunk, per se, but he felt a little lighter than usual.

You had said that drinking would turn his brain off, but it seemed only part of it wasn’t functioning. The other side of his mind was working overtime, much to his chagrin. 

He was suddenly aware that this would be one of his last moments with you before everything would change. You were going to an internship not too far from his, only an hour away by train. But seeing you wouldn’t be nearly as easy as walking down the hallway… and it could only happen if the both of you found a time that worked and had the motivation to travel the distance to meet one another. He wasn’t sure if you wanted to do all that, just to see him.The realization hit him hard. 

No more sneaking to one another’s room and having whispered, midnight conversations. No more studying together and simply being in your presence. No more opportunities to let his gaze linger on you longingly, nor chances for him to grab your hand when your knuckles brushed against his in the middle of your walks. 

He felt sick at the thought of living without you. Maybe… maybe it was time for him to face his feelings head on. He had spent so long denying the recognition of them, the acceptance of them. The loss of you was imminent, unless he could finally force himself to say something, and it had to be soon.

As if you had picked up on his distress, you hummed quietly and shuffled closer to his side. His quirk spiked at the sudden proximity, heat flaring up as your head came to rest on his shoulder.

“I’m a sappy drunk, so I apologize for what I’m about to say,” you mumbled into his t-shirt, his skin prickling as your warm breath wandered through the seams and onto his skin. 

He huffed out a laugh to ease your worries, but he stayed absolutely still, unwilling to move a muscle in case it would somehow scare your body off of his. 

Then you whispered, “M’so lucky to have met you, Sho.”

Shouto choked on thin air, subtly wiping the moisture on his palms across the tops of his denim-covered thighs. Your scent surrounded him, and he couldn’t resist resting his head on top of yours, slowly breathing between your locks. “I… I feel the same, Y/n…”

It was quiet for another moment, his mind playing out a hundred ways to confess, trying to find the right words. Meanwhile, you were simply enjoying his reciprocation and the peacefulness of the quiet away from the party, completely unaware of his inner turmoil.

You sighed and he shivered as your breath scattered across his collarbone again, almost jumping when your fingers landed softly over his. How you remained so soft with their vigorous training, he had no clue. But your fingers felt so warm, so right lacing with his. His throat was thick with apprehension, a lump forming there as the seconds ticked by. It wasn’t often the two of you were sitting so close together, and he wondered if he was a piece of shit for thanking whatever God there was out there for you being kind of inebriated and so touchy right now. 

Slowly, he turned to look at you, eyes wide and conflicted, taking in how truly astonishing your beauty was up close. You lifted your head from your perch on his shoulder, gaze locking with his before your lips curled into a meek smile. Digits tightening around his, you squeezed his hand and rubbed your thumb across his knuckles.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, screaming at him to do something— anything— whatever it took for him to just form the words and tell you that he was in love with—

“Thank you for being my best friend.”

—you… He blinked, the words registering. 

You continued. “I know we’re moving away from each other, but I never wanna lose you. I cherish our friendship too much for that to happen, Shouto.”

Your words cut him. 

Friends. Friendship. 

His blood felt like it had frozen in his veins and he had become a statue, stock still as you carried on thoughtlessly, eyes now flickering over to the moon hung low in the indigo night sky. 

“Please promise me that we'll never change. We might grow as people, but… our friendship will stay intact, right? I don’t wanna grow apart.”

It hurt. 

Time had stopped and his lungs shriveled up, his body aching as if you had just lodged your knee straight into his ribs. His tongue tasted bitter suddenly, and he could almost hear the sound of his heart cracking.

But Shouto was good at hiding his emotions, years of compartmentalizing them giving him an edge that no one else he knew had. He kept his face neutral, even if it felt like he was withering and dying inside.

“I just… don’t ever wanna lose you.”

It was almost impossible to force his lips into a thin, hollow smile. But he managed, even if it felt like prying iron with a crowbar. He looked into your eyes and nodded.

He understood. To some extent, he truly understood. 

“I don’t want to lose you either, Y/n... Don’t worry,” he took a deep breath, forcing the next words out even if he felt like he was about to be sick.

He cherished his bond with you too much to risk chancing it, confessing to you, and throwing it all away after your certain rejection.  He loved you too much to ever hurt you, and he was too selfish to let go of you, too. The only one that would suffer from this was him, and he was alarmingly alright with that.

If it meant that he got to hold onto you, even for just a little bit longer. 

If it meant that you would be happy... Even if he wasn’t.

“We’ll always be friends... I promise.”

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Anything - F.W. x reader

This is just a little something a wrote tonight because I was feeling a bit down

Lots of love xx 

Fred and Y/N hated each other, nobody knew why, not even themselves. But they hated each other, ever since first year they’d comment on each other and share jibes against the others. Fred was always surrounded by friends who’d laugh at his comments, Y/N was rarely ever with anyone other than her two friends Katie and Julia.

Fred wouldn’t admit to anyone just how much he loved his moments with Y/N, it made him feel like he was being seen for what he really was, and not just some prankster.

Y/N sat at the back of the Transfiguration classroom, it was the one class she got good grades in, Fred was a few seats away and couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she was more slumped over than usual and she twirled her quill in her fingers; she didn’t flinch like she usually did when the ink would spill on her fingers. her friends hadn’t seemed to notice, the way her eyes glassed over.

“You noticed Y/N lately?” He turned asking his twin who looked at him confused

“No why?” George said looking over to Y/N not noticing anything different about her

“You don’t think she looks different?” Fred asked

George leaned over his desk to look at Y/N,

“Take a picture Weasley it’ll last longer” She said, snapping herself out of the trance and glaring at the twins

She waited for a minute for Fred to reply with something snarky or sarcastic, but it never came. Instead was a genuine tone

“You okay?” He asked, Y/N rolled her eyes and dropped her head back to her work.

George turned back to Fred with a confused look on his face

“What’s going on with you?” George asked

“Nothing” Fred said drawing his eyes away from Y/N.

Fred couldn’t keep Y/N off of his mind, it seemed she had found a way to worm herself into his mind. More so than before, at lunch he kept a close eye on how much she ate, who she spoke to, how she spoke to them, how she looked. He felt like a stalker, but he knew something was wrong. Y/N and left the hall with a wave to her friends, Fred quickly told George he’d left something in his dorm before running off after her.

There wasn’t any sign of Y/N, no shuffle of footsteps, no robe that fell of her shoulder from it being her sister’s hand-me-down, no pile of books sitting next to her. Nothing. It was as if she’d disappeared.

Fred went back to the Great Hall defeated.

“You get your books?” George asked once noticing his empty hands

“Couldn’t find them” he lied easily, his eyes scanning across Y/N’s normal seat to find nothing but an empty seat.

“C’mon we’re going to be late” Alicia said pulling Fred and George away from the table.

Fred had a bad feeling in his stomach, Y/N wasn’t in his afternoon classes, but her friends were. He’d passed off a group project with George to work with them instead

“Hi” He grinned sliding into a seat on their table

“Can I help?” Julia asked

“I wanted to ask you about Y/N” Fred started

“Get off our table” Katie snapped

“I’m worried” he started

“About what?” Julia asked

“Y/N” He said as though it were the simplest thing in the world

“Why?” She said

“She’s not herself” Fred said confused as to why her friends hadn’t noticed

“She’s been acting alright with us” Julia said a look of concern spreading over her face

“She’s  distracted and hunches over in all her classes, she hasn’t been to a quidditch match this month, she’s barely stepped foot in the library. Why don’t you notice any of this?” Fred snapped banging his hand on the table out of frustration

“She’s our friend not yours. She’s fine” Julia snapped turning away from Fred

Fred felt the anger build up, slamming his hands down on the table he pushed himself up and stormed out the classroom. He heard his professor calling after him but he didn’t care. He had to find Y/N.

“What was that little performance earlier?” George asked as he walked next to Fred towards the common room after dinner

“When?” Fred asked, distracted after not seeing Y/N at dinner

“In class, you storming out” George said

“You’re going to think I’m mad” Fred started

“I already do, so you might as well tell me” George said

“Something’s wrong with Y/N” Fred said

“Y/N that you hate?”

“I don’t hate her, or I don’t think I do. I like our little comments makes me feel like she cares” Fred admitted “But that’s not the point, something is happening with her and I don’t like it” “What do you mean something is happening?” “she’s not herself, she’s not doing anything she usually does and nobody but me is noticing” Fred said “Freddie, you’re not her friend this isn’t your responsibility” George said

“But surely it is my responsibility if I’m the only one who knows something is wrong” He sighed

Before George could reply, both Kaite and Julia rushed past them looking in each classroom.

“What’s going on?” Fred asked them, Katie turned to him with tears rolling down her face

“I don’t know, something’s wrong with Y/N” She said

“Nobody’s seem her all afternoon, I think something bad’s happened” Julia said,

Without another word Fred ran up to his dorm, skipping as many steps as he could on the staircases, and throwing every door open as wide as it went not caring about the looks he got, once he was up at his dorm room he grabbed the map from his bedside cabinet

His eyes scanned quickly over the floor plan of Hogwarts he had gotten so used to. He spotted her name finally, on the astronomy tower. His heart leapt up to his throat before he took off faster than he knew he could run.

The air was cold as he climbed the steps, a chill brushed past his shoulders making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He slowed his breathing as he reached the top. Y/N stood with her back to Fred, looking out over the forest below the tower. The wind rustled her hair brushing it all to one side, her robes wrapped gently around herself.

“What are you doing all the way up here?” Fred asked with a gentle tone

“Just wanted to watch the stars” She hummed quietly, her breath was slow, steady yet a little strained, as though she had just finished crying

“Fancy some company?” Fred said

“I’m ok” She said pulling her robe closer to her body once more. Fred took a small step closer to her, he knew she wasn’t herself but he didn’t know what to do when she acted so okay. So he stood next to her, his eyes settling on the stars just as hers did.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it” Y/N whispered, Fred hesitated on replying he had a feeling she wasn’t talking to him “I read a book that said that when you see a shooting star it’s a soul going off to heaven, makes shooting stars less exciting” She said with a tight smile

“Y/N” Fred turned to her, noticing the tears falling from her eyes “Are you okay?” He asked. She didn’t reply, instead she turned to face the inside of the astronomy tower and leant her back on the railing. Fred did the same.

“Makes me feel like I’m flying when I’m up here” She hummed “You know I haven’t ever flown a broom since first year” She chuckled

“I’ll have to take you on your next flight” Fred said his eyes never once leaving her glistening eyes

“Why are you here Fred?” She said her voice turning colder “I’m worried about you” He said, Y/N took a few steps away from Fred, shaking her head

“No you’re not, you don’t know me” She said

“Y/N” Fred said unsure what else to say “Go” She said coldly, every bone in Fred’s body told him to stay, but when she repeated the command once more he nodded slowly and did as he was told.

Katie and Julia stood at the bottom of the astronomy tower with George holding the map.

“Is she okay?” Julia hurriedly said

“She’s stargazing” Fred said “She’d probably like the company”

Y/N sat in library, Katie had dragged her along to help her study. Julia and Katie hadn’t noticed anything wrong with Y/N, they put it down to Fred planning some prank and then backing out. Y/N was normal apart from the comments at Fred had all stopped, she barely even spared him a look. Fred had noticed too, but it wasn’t just the lack of comments, it was the missing happiness behind her eyes, it was the missing smiles she’d send his way after she’d taunted him. Fred slipped into the seat next to Y/N at the library, he said something about Julia looking for Katie which made her leave the two alone.

“What do you want?” Y/N asked him

“Talk to me, please” Fred begged “I know you’re not okay”

“Fred I’m fine” Y/N said, Fred knew she was lying

“Please” He begged again, she closed her eyes tightly and let out a sigh “okay, you don’t want to talk that’s fine. But come on a flight with me” He said

“What?” “Just around the grounds, you can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to feel the wind in your hair” He said ruffling her hair gently, “come with me” He said standing up and holding his hand out. Without a second thought Y/N took it gently.

They stood in the courtyard with Fred’s broomstick in his hand,

“Ready?” He asked grinning at her

“I don’t know” She hesitated “It’s up to you, you don’t have to if you don’t want to” Fred said

“No” She shook her head “I want to” She sent him a scared smile

“Ok” Fred said a grin snaking over his face “Hold on tight to me” He instructed, Y/N loosely placed her hands on his broad shoulders, Fred took her hands gently and wrapped them around his waist instead.

Y/N felt her breath hitch as they took off, she scrunched her eyes tight into his shoulder astray began flying across the trees of the forest, slowly opening her eyes as let out a laugh, her arms still wrapped around Fred’s middle tightly

“Told you there’s no feeling like it” He grinned

“You were right” She smiled slowly letting one hand drift away from his waist, letting her fingers dip themselves into the clouds. She inhaled deeply, the air filled her lungs with a sharp coldness.

Fred set them down safely on the ground in the middle of the quidditch pitch

“Thank you” She said as she climbed off, her hands lingering a little longer on his waist

“Please talk to me” Fred said gently brushing a piece of hair out her face

“I don’t know what to say” She hummed

“Anything”

“I don’t know what’s wrong Fred” She said the tears bubbling up to the surface “I don’t know who I am, I just feel so alone right now”

“I’m here” He said wrapping his arms tightly around her “I’m right here” he whispered into her hair

“I’m sorry” “Don’t be sorry, I’ll always be here for you”

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03. Armin??

pairings: eren jaeger x gn!reader, armin arlet x gn!reader

summary: transferring to your childhood friend’s college seemed like a good idea at first. until you meet his friends, and have to make a choice that’ll possibly effect the future of a friendship immensely.

a/n: i didn’t proofread well so sorry if there’re any typos 💔

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You would be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous. I mean, how could you not be? Connie’s friends were coming to help you settle in, and you hadn’t even asked them yourself. Not wanting them to feel forced, you told Connie that it was fine, but he insisted that they didn’t mind at all.

So here you were, in the middle of your empty dorm, waiting for them to arrive.

Your nerves seemed to settle down once you heard a set of places behind the front door, steadily getting closer.

“No, because I said that this was the building! Didn’t I, Ymir?”

“Is ‘yes’ the answer you wanna hear?”

“Duh.”

“Then no.”

You silently laughed to yourself as you overheard their banter outside, suddenly not feeling nervous at all. If anything, you were more excited to meet them more than ever.

A few seconds pass when you heard three knocks. “Come in!” you yell, trying to occupy yourself with anything so it wouldn’t look like you were just standing there the whole time.

The white door opens right after, revealing Connie and two girls by his side, one with short hair, and the other wearing a high ponytail.

The ladder looks in awe at the roomy space, walking in without any hesitation whatsoever. “Woah, this place is better than ours! Right, Mikasa?!” she exclaims, turning to the girl on the other end of Connie.

Mikasa, you presume, takes a quick look around herself, nodding her head in agreement. “Yeah, it’s bigger.”

“That makes no sense though!” the brunette said, stepping away from the kitchen to come face to face with you. You would be lying if you said it hadn’t freaked you out a bit, anyone would be, but she wasn’t as intimidating as she seemed to be. “It’s only you living here, right?”

“Yeah! I didn’t think anyone would want a new roommate so far in the year.” you explain, surprised at how easy she was to talk to.

“Sasha, maybe you should introduce yourself before invading someone’s personal space.” another voice speaks from the front door, the fourth party walking until she’s standing next to Sasha. “I’m Ymir.” she smiles, “This is Sasha,” the girl next to her waves, offering a warm smile. “And that’s Mikasa.”

At this point you think they’re too good to be true. There weren’t many kind people back at the university you used to attend, so it was a relief that Connie’s friends were so welcoming.

“Nice to meet you guys! I’m Y/n.” you beam, before noticing the ongoing commotion going on at the other end of the semi- opened door.

“They’re still out there?” Connie mumbles under his breath. “Guys, come in! You wanna get started or not?” he calls from where the rest of you stood.

They went on for a couple of seconds after that, the door opening fully to reveal two men with rather long hair.

Why hadn’t Connie introduced you to them sooner?

“Sorry, just Eren being a dumbass.” he grumbles, walking in nonchalantly with a smile on his face as he feels the man behind him get angrier.

“I’m the dumbass? You’re 19 and you still don’t know how to read a map!” he counter attacks, coming into full view and hot on the other’s trail.

“Only the paper ones!”

They hadn’t said much, but the small exchange of words made you giggle, and sent Sasha and Connie into a fit of laughter. You guessed Mikasa and Ymir were used to this, as they were able to bring their laughs to a minimum.

The sudden laughter made the two looking at each other face the rest of you instead, cheeks flushed with embarrassment when they realized that you were laughing as well.

Disregarding the laughs of those next to you, the man who had his hair brushed back turns his back to the man he was just arguing with, giving you his full attention. “Sorry about that. I’m Jean.”

You have almost no time to introduce yourself, the other, who’s hair was fairly longer, takes long strides until he’s in front of Jean, shoving him a bit in the process. “Shut up. I’m Eren.” he says, the smile he sent your way warming your heart differently then the way Ymir’s or Sasha’s did.

You don’t let your eyes linger too long, not wanting to give off the wrong impression only seconds after meeting them. “Nice to meet you guys! I’m Y/n.”

Just when you thought that this was everyone, another set of footsteps could be heard in the hall.

“Thanks for leaving the parking to me, guys.” A voice calls out in a sarcastic tone.

The door is opened by a fairly tall blonde, dressed in a simple crewneck and jeans. As soon as he stepped in, the two of you made eye contact, making your heart skip a hundred beats. The sound of his voice and the smile he sent you afterwards was almost enough for you to fall for him on the spot.

Why were all of Connie’s friends so attractive?

“That’s what you get for changing your mind last minute.” Connie says, earning a slap from Ymir.

“We should’ve left it to you.” she retorts, turning back to face you. “That’s Armin. He’s not an idiot like Jean or Eren.” she says, smiling while the two boys tried their best to defended themselves.

While they did that, Connie took a quick look around the room, realizing that everyone’s here and has been introduced, so they could finally get to work (he was only rushing because he’s been waiting for a game to arrive in the mail).

“ ‘Kay Y/n, show us to your car so we can get started. I don’t want anyone stealing my game!” he exclaims, throwing his arm around your shoulder dramatically.

Ymir scoffs as the eight of you finally make your way out the door. “Everyone has had that game for months now, I think you’re good.”

“It’s not my fault I had to save up!”

As the two of them continued to bicker, you couldn’t help but study Eren’s features as you walked down the hall. His face looked almost perfectly structured and his hair was pulled back messily, not enough to keep stray strands from falling onto the front of his face.

Pretty, you thought. You must’ve gotten lost in your train of thoughts, since he was now staring back at you, catching you in the act. He didn’t say anything though, giving you the same warm smile he did a few minutes ago, looking away when the elevator doors opened.

okay armin making a move 😫‼️

I KNOW THE CONTACT NAMES ARE DRY BUT ITS FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OKAY💔💔

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But professor… - c.4

Summary: Penny is going to see her professor for the first time again after they kissed.

Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 5.1k

Warnings: Thunderstorms (?)

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The next day it’s time for my criminology class, the first one I’ll have after our kiss. I haven’t spoken to Walter since the kiss, because a) it was literally yesterday and b) after I told him I was going to bed, I actually went to bed and fell asleep.

To make matters even worse, our meeting isn’t even gonna be in a private setting.

It’s in lecture hall setting.

Despite me falling asleep not long after I arrived home, I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall back to sleep. Since I was hungry, I decided to have some late night snacks, but I am incapable of eating normally, because I totally spilled some sauce on Walter’s sweater.

In other words: I had a little early morning laundry moment.

With Walter’s sweater neatly folded in my backpack, I take a deep breath for some encouragement, as I walk into the lecture hall. There are already around ten other students in their seats and Walter sits on the edge of his table, as he reads through his notes. He looks up, but his expression barely changes. Emphasis on barely. There is a slight shift in his eyes, but it’s hardly noticeable if you don’t know him that well. ‘Morning, miss Townsend.’

Like nothing ever happened between us.

‘Good morning, sir,’ I say, before walking up to my assigned seat. I should not let out a sigh of relief, but I still do. I tell myself I shouldn’t be this nervous, however it’s an impossible task. My leg moves up and down in a restless pace and my jaw is painfully clenched.

I try my best, but it is out of question to focus on the entire class. Thankfully, Walter must’ve noticed that my brain is everywhere but in this class, because he doesn’t call out my name once. For the first time in forever I don’t have any questions about the assignment, so when a few other students hang around after class, I manage to sneak passed them and make my way to the library.

My brain really is malfunctioning, because I keep staring at my screen, unable to do anything slightly productive. I look into my backpack, to see Walter’s sweater. About an hour has passed and maybe… Maybe I could bring it to him now?

I grab my phone and decide to just send him a text. I can take the first step after yesterday, right? I’m a big girl.

Me: Can I come over to your office now?

I don’t get an answer straight away, which is only fueling up the doubt that has been brewing inside my heart. Not quite the big girl after all.

What if he thought this was a mistake? Oh shit, the kiss was terrible, he hated it and I should therefore never ever kiss again!

My breathing stops when I see his answer.

Walter: Of course, princess 💕

I swallow hard. This is a good sign, right? The heart emoji and the nickname that led me to internally screaming all night indicate he didn’t think the kiss was terrible, what we did wasn’t a mistake and that we should totally kiss again.

Right?

The hallways are empty, as a lot of people are already back at their dorms due to the bad weather that is forecasted for later today. Normally, I would do the same, but I think I lingered around campus, so I had a chance of talking to Walter. I walk towards his office and knock on his door. I hear a deep and annoyed: ‘Come in’ and I take it as my cue to open the door.

‘Hello,’ I say, ‘you sure I can come in?’

He looks up from his desk and smiles. Small crowfeet appearing near the corners of his eyes, a tiny bit of evidence that he is genuinely happy to see me. ‘Of course Penny,’ he says, standing up from his seat. He walks towards the corner of his office, lifting some stuff up,  to reveal a chair. He places it on the other side of his desk. ‘Please, take a seat,’ he says, holding out his hand.

All of this trouble for me? ‘I wasn’t planning on staying long.’

‘Doesn’t matter,’ he says, waiting for me to take place on the chair and I quickly do so. When he sits on his own chair again, he asks: ‘How are you?’

That’s such a sweet and darling question of him. ‘I’m okay. I just came by to give you your sweater back.’ I pull it out of my bag and say: ‘Thank you for lending it to me.’

He nods. ‘Of course.’

‘I washed it,’ I add, ‘since I kinda dropped some hot sauce on it. I hope you like my laundry detergent.’

I hand it over the table to him and he presses his nose against the fabric. ‘It smells great, thanks.’

I smile at him, since I can’t really stop it. He is so different around me, then he is when he’s a professor. There is no annoyance, no boredom. Only adoration if I’m correct. It feels good to be on the receiving end of it. ‘That was all actually. For once I don’t have questions.’

‘I see,’ Walter says. ‘You got a lot of work to do?’

I shake my head. ‘No, not really. Just your class.’

He chuckles. ‘I’m sorry about that.’

‘Don’t worry about it. Anyways, I should go. I have a few things I have to pick up from the grocery store anyway. Forgot some things yesterday,’ I say.

Walter nods. ‘Of course.’ While I said I should go, I can’t seem to stand up. Walter tilts his head and asks: ‘What’s wrong, princess?’

‘Nothing,’ I whisper.

‘Is it… The kiss?’ he carefully asks. ‘Because if it is, I have to apologize. I was crossing multiple lines with that.’

I shake my head. ‘No, Walter, don’t worry about it. I enjoyed it. It’s just… It was my first kiss.’

His eyes enlarge, nearly rolling out of his sockets. The surprised emotion is one I haven’t seen with him in real life. I actually thought nothing could startle him. ‘Your first kiss?’ he repeats. A few seconds pass by slowly as he runs his fingers through his disheveled curls. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

I shrug again. ‘I don’t know. It didn’t seem relevant.’

He sighs. ‘I’m so sorry, princess.’

‘There is nothing to worry about. If it makes you feel any better, I’m glad this was my first kiss.’

He leans back in his seat. ‘Penelope Townsend,’ he says, with a slight smile on his lips. ‘You’re quite something.’

Oh shit, he uses my full name. That… That can’t be good, right? Panic is taking over and I quickly say: ‘I really have to go.’ I grab my backpack and shoot out of his little office space, not even waiting for him to say something.

My brain is fried.

On autopilot, I managed to find my way to the grocery store, where I buy more instant noodles. I don’t know why, but I even grab some hair products for Walter. It’s getting ridiculous that I’m actually going to buy this, but on the other hand, he told me I could help him out with those slightly dry locks of his.

I spend little to no time in my dorm, because I am unable to stop thinking about Walter. I shouldn’t have left like that, I think to myself. He now must think I don’t like him, when in reality: I like him a lot.

As I am pacing through the room, nearly ripping out my hair out of pure frustration, I hear the rain against the window. It’s mild,  especially if you compare it to the forecasted weather. I check my weather app and realize that with this type thunderstorm, I really don’t want to be alone here.

Without even thinking about the pros and cons of this plan, I pack some stuff I need and when I walk outside, the bus to his place is thankfully already there. The clouds are turning a darker shade of grey, as I’m hopelessly walking around the block after I got off the bus. My sense of direction is severely lacking and it takes me awhile before I even see his building.

It starts to pour and I turn into a shivering mess. By the time I’m at his door and knocked on it, I realize that I should’ve called.

This, Penelope Townsend, was a very poorly thought out plan. This is terribly rude and there is no turning back now. Oh no, what if he thinks that—

‘Hey,’ Walter says when he opens the door and smiles as he notices it’s me. ‘What are you doing here, princess?’

He doesn’t seem mad, that is a good sign. ‘I am terribly sorry, Walter, I really shouldn’t be here. I don’t know why I’m here even. Okay, I do know, because I don’t want to be alone with this weather, but I should’ve at least called you. I mean, you probably aren’t even in the mood to deal with me, which is totally understandable. I’m so sorry, please forget this ever happened and I’ll just go.’

‘Don’t be silly,’ he says, holding my wrist tightly in his large hand, not allowing me to leave. ‘Come in.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘I’m very sure. They say it’s gonna be shitty weather anyway and I’d hate if you had to go back. Besides, you’re soaking wet.’

‘You really sure I’m not bothering you?’ I ask, as he gently pulls me inside, still unsure whether or not I’m welcome.

‘Positive.’ He helps me out of my coat and tells me I can change in the bathroom. He grabs some of his own clothing and hands it to me. ‘Now, I’m gonna tidy up in here a bit,’ he says, ‘because I left some crime scene pictures around.’

I smile as I grab the clothing. ‘I should’ve called,’ I try to sort of apologize again, but he is having none of it.

‘Nonsense,’ he says, ‘you don’t have to call. You are always welcome here.’ He places his hand on my cheek, before pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. ‘Besides, I’m glad you’re here. I kinda missed you.’

I let out a chuckle. ‘Walter, I’m sorry I left your office. I was freaking out.’

‘I know,’ he says. Of course he knew. ‘It’s okay, Penny.’

‘It is?’

He nods. ‘Now get changed, you’re freezing.’

✎ ✎ ✎

After I changed into some of his clothing and hung my own clothes over the heater, I walk back into the living room, only to see him preparing some dinner in the kitchen.

That is such a domestic move.

‘Thank you for letting me stay here,’ I say, causing him to look over his shoulder. ‘I’m not great with this kind of weather.’

‘Figured,’ he chuckles. ‘You’re afraid?’

‘No,’ I answer, as I walk up to the counter. ‘Absolutely not.’ Almost on cue, a loud bang of thunder fills the room, causing me to yelp. ‘Okay, maybe a little.’

Walter starts to laugh. When I’m within arm reach of him, he lifts me up on the counter like I weigh nothing to him. ‘Sit still and be pretty, okay?’

I frown. ‘How am I supposed to be pretty?’

‘By being yourself,’ he says, ‘and smile at me from time to time. Seems doable, right?’

‘I can try,’ I say, a smile already appearing on my face. ‘What are you making?’

‘Some pasta,’ he answers. ‘You like that?’

‘I do,’ I say, pushing my glasses better on my nose. ‘I really do. Especially when someone else makes it. Don’t you have that, when someone else makes the food, it automatically tastes better?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, I don’t.’

Leave it to him to be an exception. ‘Why not?’

‘I like making my own food,’ he says.

‘Hm.’ I lean my head back against the cupboard. ‘I really can’t cook well,’ I admit. ‘My mom was always the one that would make my meals back home. I’m a disaster in the kitchen, hence the reason I live on ramen, which I can easily screw up as well.’

Walter smiles, placing one hand on my leg, as he holds a wooden spoon to stir the sauce. ‘Here, taste this,’ he says, grabbing a string of pasta and blows on it so it can cool off a bit. He brings it to my lips and it’s such an automatic move to place my hand on his wrist.

‘It’s good,’ I say.

‘I’ll grab a plate for you. How about you get comfortable on the couch?’

I jump off the counter and walk towards the living room area. His couch looks kinda dull, in a beige tint that reminds me of my grandma’s wardrobe, but don’t be fooled: it’s the most comfortable thing I’ve ever sat on. I grab a blanket and place it over my lap.

Walter joins me, handing me the plate with pasta and sits next to me. It only takes a second, before I flinch as the thunder is now accompanied by lighting. ‘You’re so easily scared,’ he snickers. Without me doing it on purpose, I scoot closer to him. I know he cannot  psychically protect me against it, but not being alone with weather like this, is a relief itself. ‘Careful, princess,’ he says, ‘it’s hot.’

As we eat in silence, I keep thinking about what I can say to him. ‘I brought some hair stuff with me,’ I say. ‘Bought some today.’

‘For me?’

I nod. ‘For you,’ I confirm. ‘Maybe you want to use it.’

‘Or you use it on me,’ he says. ‘I have no idea what I’m doing anyway.’

As I finish the pasta (which was delicious), he takes the plate from my hands and places it on the coffee table next to his own empty plate. ‘Come here,’ he says, pulling me closer in his warm and protective arms.

I wonder whether or not it’s odd that I’m this comfortable with him this soon. I usually have a warm up period of at least a few weeks when I meet new people. When I worked in a cafe back in Japan during my gap year, it took me a month before I wasn’t painfully shy with some of my coworkers.

But with Walter, I am still shy and sometimes a bit awkward, but it doesn’t feel unpleasant. It’s like he understands and is patient with me.

I place my legs over his and hold his hand in both of mine. My fingers trace over his knuckles, where I notice some slight scarring. ‘How did you get this one?’

‘Bar fight,’ he says, ‘before I joined the academy.’

‘You were that type of guy?’

Walter doesn’t say anything and when I look up, I see he is not even looking at me. He is staring at the window. ‘Yeah, something like that. In case you wondered: he kinda asked for it.’

There is so much I want to ask him. What he was like when he grew up. What he thought of the academy. Interesting cases he solved.

However, a loud bang brutally interrupts my thoughts. At the exact same time, the lights shut off. My breathing stops. Oh no, a power cut? I’m so glad I’m not in my dorm alone. I might’ve called Walter crying, ask him to risk his life so he could pick me up.

Good thing I’m already here.

‘Great,’ he mumbles, turning on the flashlight on his phone. ‘There isn’t much I can do,’ he says, ‘except wait for it to come back. You want me to light some candles?’

I hate the dark this much, that I quickly say” ‘Please.’

He stands up, but I hold on tightly to his hand. ‘What’s wrong, princess?’

‘Can I walk with you?’

‘Of course.’ His fingers lace through mine and together we walk around his loft, looking for the candles and a lighter. We scatter them around the apartment and it gives a soft  and warm ambiance, one that is slightly misplaced here in his loft. I can unclench my jaw from the painful grip and Walter pulls me back on the couch.

‘Did you feel awkward?’ I ask him. ‘In class today?’

He shakes his head. ‘But I know you did.’

I purse my lips together, as I feel completely caught. ‘Was I that obvious?’

‘Not to others, but to me you were.’

‘I’m sorry.’

He shakes his head. ‘Don’t apologize for that. I just wished I knew what I could do for you to feel less awkward about it.’

I shrug. ‘I don’t know. Never thought my first… Whatever we have, would have to be in secret.’

He sighs, clearly agreeing with me. ‘I wish I could show you off,’ he says. ‘Wish I could tell Fitzgerald to stop ogling you.’

‘He doesn’t do that,’ I say.

Walter scoffs. ‘He totally does. It’s not even subtle anymore.’

I place my head against his chest, melting in his arms. I close my eyes, as I enjoy being engulfed in the warmness and protectiveness of his embrace.

No one has ever held me like this before.

‘Walter, why me?’

‘What?’ he asks.

‘Why are you even paying attention to me? I’m such a nobody.’

‘You’re not a nobody,’ Walter retorts. ‘I like you, Penny. You have an ethereal beauty, combined with an adorable and kind nature. It’s so rare to meet someone like you. I see that there is so much potential in you, no matter what you choose later on in life. It’s just that you don’t know it yet, which is such a shame really. Besides, princess, I’m not risking my job for simply anyone.’

As much as him being my professor should turn me away from it all, should make me walk towards the door and not associate myself with him anymore, I don’t feel that way. Part of me wants to hide my smile, but I can’t. ‘I kinda like you too.’

‘Just kinda?’ he asks, pretending to be offended. ‘What can I do to change that?’

I smile. ‘Kiss me again.’

He doesn’t answer, simply leaning towards me to press his soft lips on mine. One of hands squeezes my thigh, as I wrap my arms around his neck. It feels so good to kiss him. ‘Can’t believe yesterday was your first kiss,’ he whispers against my lips. ‘You’re quite talented, princess.’

‘I just follow your lead. I think that says more about your kissing skills than mine.’

‘Knew you were an excellent student.’

✎ ✎ ✎

The lights aren’t restored by the time I grow more and more tired. It’s Walter actually that tells me to go to bed. When I’m tucked away underneath the blankets in just his thick sweater, he sits on the edge of the bed. ‘I want you to be honest,’ he says in a stern voice. ‘Do you want me to sleep here or on the couch?’

It’s a sweet thing of him to ask, especially since it did cross my mind a few times. I grab his hand, my thumb caressing his knuckles. ‘I don’t know,’ I whisper.

‘Why are you hesitating?’

‘Because… I don’t want you to think I’m a prude or anything.’

He smiles. ‘Princess, I can sleep on the couch. Don’t worry.’

I blink my eyes a few times, slightly nervous. ‘You don’t mind?’

‘Of course not. Just call for me when you need me, okay?’

‘Okay.’

He gives me a quick and loving kiss on my lips. Checking with me one last time, he carefully makes his way back to the living room. While I can hear him making himself comfortable on the couch, I roll around the bed. There is an inability of mine to fall asleep, something I barely encounter. There is this annoying, but also terrifying ticking like sound  against the window and I can’t wrap my mind around it what exactly makes that noise.

The thunder and lightening are dominating the skies and my state of mind.

‘Walter?’ I finally ask him, after rolling around, being all ears and incapable of falling asleep for at least an hour. It takes only a few seconds before he walks into the bedroom. His hair is disheveled and he looks like a sleepy owl in a cartoon. It’s adorable, a word I never expected to use to describe him.

‘What’s wrong, princess?’ he asks me.

‘What is that noise?’

‘Just the water and a branch. It usually taps against the window from time to time.’

‘Oh, okay,’ I whisper. ‘Sorry to wake you.’

‘Don’t be,’ he says. He leans against the doorframe. Despite it being dark, I can still see the contours of his large body. ‘You seem wide awake.’

‘I am,’ I admit. ‘It’s just that I can’t sleep. There is too much noise here I don’t know.’

‘Want me to join you?’

I nod, only to realize he might not be able to see it. ‘Please.’

He walks over to the bed and gets in underneath the covers. I can already feel his warm body heat closer to mine and I hold my breath. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ Walter chuckles. ‘It’s just me.’

I can’t stop being “ridiculous”. I mean, I am completely overstepping all sorts of boundaries. I mean, I’m in my professors loft. The same professor who I kissed. Whose clothes I’m wearing.

Who I’m severely falling for.

Walter holds out his arm and I turn to my side, nuzzling against his warm frame. He only wears a simple shirt and a pair of boxers. ‘Why are you shivering?’

‘I’m a little scared.’

‘Why?’

‘It’s just all those new sounds and a different bed,’ I mumble. ‘I don’t know.’

‘You have nothing to worry about,’ he says. I place my chin on his chest. As my eyes get used the dark, I can sort of see more of his face. I don’t have my glasses on, so it stay slightly blurry. ‘Nothing is gonna happen to you now, princess,’ he continues to say. ‘Not when I’m here.’

I smile. ‘I know,’ I say. ‘It’s just all so new to me.’

‘Yet you adapt perfectly fine.’

I bite my bottom lip. ‘Really?’

‘Really.’ He places his hand on my cheek and leans a bit forward, planting a soft kiss on my lips. It’s not my plan to deepen the kiss, but when someone’s lips taste this good, of course I don’t mind deepening it. His teeth slowly sink into my bottom lip, careful not to hurt me.

When he lets go of me, his hot breath tickles my already sensitive lips. Walter presses a kiss on my nose and whispers: ‘Go to sleep, princess. You seem tired.’

‘I am,’ I chuckle. ‘Quite the detective you are.’

✎ ✎ ✎

The next morning when I wake up, I’m still engulfed in Walter’s arms. He looks so innocent and vulnerable when he sleeps. His hand has slipped underneath my shirt, his warm palm on my back. For a second, my mind wanders to a time where it’s more than this. More than just a hand on my bare back.

It’s about him seeing me naked, him touching me and whispering sweet nothings in my ears.

It doesn’t take long for Walter to wake up as well and he smiles when he sees I’m already up. ‘I don’t mind waking up like this,’ he admits. ‘Seeing your beautiful face first thing in the morning is a lovely surprise.’

Don’t blush, Penny. Don’t you dare blush.

‘Give me a kiss, princess,’ he says.

‘I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,’ I mumble.

‘Doesn’t matter to me.’ He leans in to give me a gentle peck on my lips, followed by a few more. I giggle against him, as his fingers softly—and probably unintentionally—tickle my sides. ‘I’ll go see if the power is back on,’ he says. ‘Want something to eat?’

‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘Doesn’t really matter what.’

Walter kisses me one more time, before he gets up out of bed. It doesn’t take long before I slip out of the bed as well, putting on some socks and sweatpants.

This morning is the prime example of how a domestic couple behaves. I always envied my parents, for being able to find the love of their lives, living according to a certain routine with one another. I remember sitting at the dinner table, watching them dancing in the kitchen as mom would make dinner. I remember sitting in the backseat, hearing my parents sing along with the radio.

They have always been outgoing people, in complete contrast to me. Mom always comforted me telling me that one day I would find my soulmate. Dad always told me that the so called soulmate had to be approved by him.

I wonder what would happen if they found out I met Walter. It’s way too early to think about that, but my brain isn’t stopping this thought process. Especially when Walter lifts me up the counter. When he presses mindless kisses on my forehead. When he lets me use some of the products on his hair. He smiles when I massage his scalp as I’m washing his hair over the stink and use the conditioner on his dry hair.

It’s great to see Walter with his guard a bit down. Allowing me to see who he is hiding when he’s teaching and maybe when he was at work as a detective as well. His touches are soft, are kind and not once is he overstepping. He carefully reads me and my body language.

But at one point, I realize that it’s time for me to go back. My mom used to say to leave a party when it’s still fun, instead of waiting for the awkward moment where you are practically forced to leave after you overstayed.

With his curls nice dried and less frizzy, he drives me back towards the train station and the parking lot and the station itself are almost vacant. People are probably still hiding inside their houses, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of the storm yet.

‘I hate that I have to drop you off here,’ he admits. ‘You have to walk for a while. Wait, I have an idea, you call me as you walk towards your dorm. I’ll leave here when I know you’re safe and sound in your room, okay?’

‘You really don’t have to do that,’ I chuckle. ‘I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.’

‘I know that,’ he says, ‘but I care a little too much about you. I don’t want anything to happen, okay?’

It’s nice to be taken care of like this. I could get used to this. ‘Okay,’ I say, before I give him a kiss. ‘I’ll miss you.’

‘I’ll miss you too, princess.’ He pulls out his phone and says: ‘I’ll call you in a second.’

A second truly is a second, because my phone rings when I close the door. ‘Really?’ I ask him as I pick up the phone, still being able to see him.

‘Yes, really.’

I wave at him, as I walk towards the dormitory building, which is about a ten minute walk. ‘You have a cute walk,’ he says, when I’m out of sight for him. ‘There’s almost a little skip in it.’

‘Way to make me more self conscious than I already was.’

‘Ah, princess,’ he says, ‘don’t be like that. You have nothing to be self conscious about. You’re beautiful, you’re cute and you are the sweetest thing alive.’

‘Don’t say stuff like that. I’m blushing.’

I can hear his chuckles from the other side of the line. ‘Where are you now?’

‘I can see the dorms already. You really want me to call you until I’m in my room?’

‘Yes.’

I can’t argue with that determination. While I simply chat to him about the damage done by the storm, I see Fitzgerald near the entrance. Great, I really can’t use this now.

‘There she is,’ he says, when I open the door and walk passed him to get inside.

‘Is that who I think it is?’ Walter asks me.

‘Yes.’

‘He does that often?’

Correct me if I’m wrong, but he sounds kinda possessive. ‘Sometimes.’

‘Sugar plum,’ Fitzgerald says as he follows me inside. ‘I have a question for you.’

‘I’m on the phone,’ I tell him, hoping it’s enough for him to get lost. ‘Can’t really wait.’

It seems like he didn’t pick up on the underlying no in my answer. ‘Where have you been?’ Fitzgerald asks me.

My mouth grows dry. Does he know? Have Walter and I not been subtle enough? Oh my gosh, Fitzgerald totally knows. Do not start hyperventilate, stay calm, Penny. ‘Ask him if he’s stalking you,’ I hear Walter’s soft tone in my ear.

That seems doable. ‘You stalking me?’

He must be surprised that those words roll out of my mouth. I mean, I didn’t expect them from me either. ‘No, just wondering. Saw you getting on a bus after class.’

‘He really is stalking you,’ Walter says in my ear.

‘Sounds like you’re stalking me after all.’ Oh my goodness, Penny! What on earth is happening? I don’t know if I was supposed to repeat that.

Fitzgerald is flabbergasted to say the least and he actually walks away. Did I just do that? ‘He’s gone,’ I whisper.

‘That’s my girl,’ Walter chuckles. ‘Proud of you, princess. Asshole really doesn’t take no for an answer. I am tempted to fail him for my class.’

I start to laugh, as I make my way to my dorm. ‘You don’t have to do that.’

‘I hate his guts.’

‘Don’t use the word hate,’ I scold him. ‘Instead, use the word despise.’

‘Not with him, I won’t.’

I quickly walk up the stairs and let out a deep sigh when I’m back in my own dorm. ‘I arrived safe and sound in my room,’ I tell him. ‘Thank you for letting me stay over at your place. I really don’t do well in thunderstorms.’

‘Of course,’ he says, and I can almost hear the grin in his voice. ‘Can’t have you alone during a power cut. Also, it’s quite nice not to be alone.’

A certain vulnerability I was not expecting from him, let alone over the phone. ‘It sure was,’ I agree.

‘I’ll call you later,’ he tells me.

‘Alright, of course.’

‘Take care, princess.’