#that is Truly only getting more n more natural w/time hehe

[hua-fei-hua]

For the fanfic ask game!

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc)?

oooo i'm proud of the fact that i've picked up writing poetry again after vowing to never do so again when i was 13!!! (lol)

i definitely thought in those years in-between that any poetry i'd write would inevitably be Cringe and Bad, using dumb or tonally dissonant phrasing or metaphors, but it turns out now that i'm older and a much more experienced writer in general, i can produce some really lovely things!! in particular, i'm proud of the way i sometimes integrate poetry into dialogue, taking care with the meter and rhyme, without presenting it in a way that breaks the flow or immersion-- ideally, absorbed readers won't even notice that it's poetry at all, like well-delivered shakespeare c:

fic writer asks~

[slytherinshua]

A JERK. OR NOT?

genre. fluff. warnings. eunseok is a tiny bit jerk... he teases a lot. but he's actually whipped. pairing. eunseok x fem!reader. wc. 1.9k. request. requested by @eternalgyu: JDJSJS OK LISTEN EUNSEOK ACADEMIC E2L- HES ACTUALLY BULLYCORE TO HIS CLOSE FRIENDS BUT HES ALSO THE SWEETEST WHEN HES IN LOVE like he would make u miss ur bus after school and it would rain but then would walk u home w an umbrella HSJSJSJ IM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM a/n. hehe i ate up this req TBH EUNSEOK IS SO HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIEND THO??? i literally love him what

You had no idea how you had ended up in this position; somehow charming the school’s most popular guy. Most popular and biggest jerk. But God, who even cared if he was mean when he looked like an angel sent down from heaven to grace the school grounds?

Whenever someone new came to the school, there were several things that they were immediately made aware of. Most of them were given a list or told directly by one of the older students, while others learned naturally within a week of being at Chungdam High. 

First? Eating outside was infinitely better than eating in the canteen.

Second? Being late was worse than being absent.

And third? Song Eunseok was the king of the school.

New students could probably just tell from the way he carried himself that he knew he could get anyone to do what he wanted. He was lazy, slept in class, cut in line at the snackbar, toyed with the younger students for his own amusement. He never truly bullied people, but he tread the line sometimes, and you didn’t like it.

You weren’t new to the school. You had been attending since you graduated middle school, and you were ever aware of all 3 of these things. It wasn’t until you were in your graduating year that the third thing became as apparent as ever. For some reason— whether it was a Summer glow-up that you weren’t aware of, or a dare from his friends, or whether he had truly always liked you— at the very beginning of the year, Eunseok had asked you out.

You thought that rejecting him the first time would discourage him from his… fixation. But, to your dismay, after coming back from the fall break, he seemed as determined as ever to win you over. He even somehow got the seating arrangement to change so he sat right behind you. You spent the fall months trying to ignore his constant pestering and note passing. He liked to kick your feet under the table as well.

You didn’t really mind the most handsome guy at school paying attention to you, but you were confused. You definitely weren’t going to blindly accept his offer to be your boyfriend without first getting to know him, which was your secret mission for now.

Given that you didn’t go out of your way to avoid him, and still engaged in conversations with him, Eunseok kept his hopes up despite your original rejection. He was more sensible than his reputation might have painted for him. Yes, he enjoyed teasing people just to see their annoyed face, but bullying was a step too far even for him. 

Maybe it was his need for attention, but he thrived on anything he could get. Whether it was the girls all having crushes on him or the boys all being jealous of him— he tried to make sure that he was at the top of everyone’s mind. But he wasn’t a bully. Anyone with any sense would know that Chungdam High did not have a bullying problem, but if anyone were to fill in that spot, it would probably be Eunseok and his friends.

It was because of this ambiguity that you weren’t quite sure whether you should be wary of Eunseok or not. He had never shown an interest in you before, and you wanted to be positive that his affection was sincere before allowing your heart to be affected by his flirting tactics.

Flirting? Yeah, he was quite good at that, you realized after a week of his attention. Only because he had mastered flirting in a way that was not cliche or cheesy, but hanging in that sweet spot of summoning butterflies every time a word flew out of his mouth. Along with his stupidly attractive smirk that appeared whenever you blushed because of his words, you were quickly failing in your plan to be unaffected by him until you were sure you wanted to accept his offer.

It was a delicate balance of your brain’s hesitance and your heart’s curiosity. You had never been in love, and though sometimes you didn’t want to accept it, you craved experiencing that more than anything.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and you were sitting in the library during your free period. You had come in to get some work done, but instead you found yourself mulling over how Eunseok had acted around you for the last week. You still couldn’t tell whether he was being genuine or not, and that frustrated you. You decided you would just ask him the next time you saw him. Worst case scenario, you would discover that he really was just a jerk trying to play with your emotions.

It seemed as if he wanted that ‘next time’ to be right now, because he pulled out a chair across from you and sat down. He crossed his arms and propped up his feet on the table, blatantly ignoring library etiquette. You shook your head and scoffed, turning your attention back to your very blank notebook.

“You’ve been in here for an hour yet I haven’t seen you turn a single page.” Eunseok started, a smirk already playing on his lips. He had his secret hopes and suspicions that he might be the reason why you were so distracted today. He needed to test out the waters first, though. Your cheeks immediately coloured at being caught, and Eunseok was given a surge of confidence.

“If you’re not planning to study anyway, how about I buy you something at the snack bar? Hello Panda, right? Those are your favourite?” He was already standing up by the time you found yourself nodding your head. You had no choice but to pack up your books and follow him.

“Hey,” You started, taking the chance to ask him your question while he was buying the snacks for you. “Do you seriously like me? This isn’t some stupid dare that Sungchan made you do, right?” 

He was silent for a few moments— maybe the first time you had ever heard him stop and think. He grabbed the packet of Hello Panda from the bottom of the vending machine and turned to you.

“Yes. I actually like you.” His face was almost completely stonelike. He was trying not to express anything that could give away just how much he was entirely whipped for you. You could see it in his eyes, though. They looked nervous awaiting your answer.

“Really?” You asked skeptically, needing one more confirmation before you would allow yourself to fully believe him. You wanted to believe him. It was hard trying to ignore his affections towards you every day when your brain kept telling you to take this chance and experience love for the first time. 

“Yes. Really. How long are you going to keep asking that?” He said, a little on edge from the situation. It was uncomfortable to have to confess so openly. He could tease you all day without feeling nervous, but when you were staring at him so closely, he started to feel vulnerable. 

“Okay. Just making sure…” You grabbed the Hello Panda from his hands and walked off, heart racing just a little faster than your mind. He really liked you? So then… should you ask him out? You shook off the thought as you walked outside. Your bus would be arriving any minute, and you wanted to get home to think in the comfort of your bedroom.

You frowned as you stepped outside. It was raining— a small sprinkle for now, but it looked like it would only get heavier. You didn’t bring an umbrella. You checked your phone for the time.

Shit.

It was already 4:08. Your bus was probably already close to the bus stop. You took off running, eyes widening as you rounded the corner. The bus was already leaving. 

“No- No! Come back!” You shouted helplessly, slowing down as you caught up to the bus stop. You panted, scowling at your luck. You would’ve been on time if Eunseok hadn’t distracted you by buying you snacks. You supposed you shouldn’t blame him too much. It was a nice gesture. You were doubtful that the Hello Panda would stay nice if you had to walk home in the rain, though. There wasn’t another bus for over 30 minutes.

“Hey! How could you just leave like that!?” You heard a shout and turned. Eunseok was running towards you, his hand shielding his face from the rain that had gotten significantly heavier since you had reached the shelter of the bus stop. It looked like he didn’t have an umbrella either.

“What do you mean?” You muttered, looking away from him to stop your heart from racing further. 

“You’re really not going to say anything?” He asked weakly. 

“Get out of the rain.” You said, hoping to divert the conversation from the topic you still weren’t entirely sure about.

“Not until you give me an answer.” He said firmly and you sighed. “Please, I’ll stop if you say so… But I need you to say it. I’ve liked you for a year now. If you don’t tell me to stop then I’m seriously going to cross a line.” He warned, heart all choked up in his throat. 

You weren’t sure what to say or do. Eunseok stood, getting soaked from the rain, waiting anxiously for your response. You would be lying if you said that his flirtation over the past months hadn’t had an effect on you. You felt the sparks fly— you had reason to think that it could work out. 

“I’ve never… dated before.” You confessed nervously.

“That shouldn’t- No, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is if you want to.” He reassured you, his hopes rising every second that you didn’t say no.

“Then… I like you, Eunseok.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear it. Even though you said it softly, it rang around his head like an alarm. 

You liked him?

You liked him.

You liked him.

He couldn’t contain his elation, and rushed forward, capturing you in his arms securely. Though he was soaking wet from the rain, having him hold you felt… pleasant. Much nicer than you had ever anticipated. His touch was cold against your skin but your heart felt warm. Droplets of water from his hair dripped onto your shoulder as you hesitantly reached around to reciprocate the hug. 

You heard him giggle. It was adorable. You had rarely seen him smile unless it was a sarcastic smirk, but hearing that sound of pure joy coming from his mouth and knowing that it was because of you triggered your own happiness to spike. It felt nice. Really nice. You didn’t want to let go of the hug, so even when Eunseok started to move away and apologize for hugging you so suddenly, you pulled him back and buried your head further into his chest. He was taken aback by your sudden action.

“You’re so… cute.” He whispered. You smiled, colour rushing to your cheeks. You hid your face even more just in case he saw. His teasing was bad before, but now that you were sure you liked him, it wouldn’t be annoying, it would be embarrassing.

Unfortunately for you, he somehow did catch a glimpse of the blush and didn’t let it go for the entire walk home. Maybe he was still just a little bit of a jerk.

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[kurogane2512]

If that okay, can I please get headcanon of Himiko, Kafka, and Natasha trying to help female reader to deal with anger issues? Like as the fluff and maybe a little angst, if you're comfortable with it.

Yes, of course! So sorry for being late and thank you for waiting <3

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Himeko, Kafka, Natasha x fem!reader

Type: Fluff (dealing with anger issues)

Natasha

She's very caring and kind, honestly a medicine by herself. You are her childhood friend since the days at Rivet Town, you know everything about each other and are practically inseparable. You have always been each other's best support and had a mutual crush, eventually forming a romantic relationship.

You have always been a bit short-tempered due to how life in the Underworld was but she always knows how to calm you and soothe you. When she was accused of killing her brother out of jealously, you were the only one to be by her side and believe in her. At present, you help her around the clinic and other activities.

"Y/n, my love, could you deliver these medicines to the elders down the street?"

Natasha requested and you easily accepted, going out to deliver her medicines to the mentioned address. On the way, some children from around the town huddled around you requesting you to play with them. You had delivered the medicines and were on the way back when you overheard some people talking about Natasha.

"Hey, don't you think Natasha's medicines have been ineffective recently?"

"Recently? I believe they never worked. Her brother was the true miracle artist, she's nothing compared to him."

"Huh, and to imagine she killed him for that. In the end, her medicines still don't work and we lost someone truly skilled."

Such gossip happened rarely now but it always made you lose control. You ended up initiating a fight with the group, kicking and punching them for mocking Natasha. These were the moments you'd get truly angry; you didn't tolerate any of this. The kids end up calling Natasha to stop you, who hurriedly apologizes to everyone and drags you back to the clinic.

"My love, I have told you so many times not to fight that way...." Natasha pleads while sitting beside you and applying medicine on your wounds.

You scoff, "Hmph, they were making fun of you. I won't tolerate that!"

"Y/n....I have told you to control it, haven't I? Look how you injured your cute face...."

She gently rubbed on your wounds with the cotton swab, making you blush slightly and look away.

"W-Well, it does pain a bit...."

"It does? Well then let me soothe you~"

She turned your face towards herself and planted soft kisses on it, especially on the wounds. Her lips travelled all over your face and you pulled her closer to make her straddle your lap, arms wrapping around your neck as you place your lips on hers. This was the best way to calm you, just be in her loving embrace and feel her body on yours.

She chuckled as she pulled away, "It's so cute how you can be so assertive at one moment then become so childish the next~"

You blush and hug her closely, keeping your face in the crook of her neck while she caresses the back of your head and pecks your forehead. "Thank you, my love but please, don't hurt yourself any more."

"Okay....sorry for increasing your work."

"Hehe~ You'll compensate by working extra for me~"

Himeko

Himeko's nature is quite mysterious; she's motherly and kind on surface but deep down she harbors loneliness. The two of you met in the most unlikely circumstances, then fell in love in even more unlikeliness. You were a researcher at Herta Space Station, one of the closest to Herta. You had met Himeko a couple of times when the Express came there and you two naturally bonded over some shared interests.

However, forming a long-distance relationship didn't turn out as you had expected. She'd be away for months, cruising around in the Express and going to new places, meeting new people. While you were stuck in that floating monument with a hell of a boss to deal with. Herta's antics would already make you irritated enough, then the loneliness from not meeting your lover would also contribute.

"Y/n, have you run the tests I asked yesterday?" Herta asked as she paced around the lab while you were sitting on your desk, looking at your phone and not hearing her.

"Y/n? Oi, I asked you something!" she lightly punched your shoulder, making you quickly stand up and bow.

"S-Sorry, did you say something?"

"Seriously! Stop looking at your phone all the time. This is the third time I have caught you this week already! She'll reply when she has time, get on with your work!"

You gritted your teeth and slammed the table, catching Herta off guard. But you held back your emotions and instead stormed out of the lab and went to your room. You slammed the door shut and leaned against it, fists clenched, when you noticed the lamp of your desk was switched on and a note was kept on it.

You walked up to the desk and picked up the note only to be immediately surprised as it was from none other than Himeko herself. She hadn't replied to your messages nor called in over a week, it was the first time you went so long without any contact. Yet, finding a handwritten letter from her was the last thing you were expecting.

"Dear Y/n, listen, i know this isn't easy for you and I'm so proud of you for keeping up. Wait for me, okay? i long to see you too and when I can....I'll love you dearly." -Himeko.

You were confused as to how the letter even reached here when suddenly a pair of arms was wrapped around you, a familiar fragrance and presence embracing you.

"Sshh~ It's me." Himeko whispered as she buried her face in your neck and hugged you closely. You stood frozen at your place, too surprised to respond.

"Surprise~" she mused and kissed your neck, happily giggling.

"....When did you come?" you coldly asked, making her slightly surprised at your dull reaction.

"Hm? Just some minutes ago. I heard Herta shouting at you, was everything fine?"

"Yes..."

She furrowed her brows and held you tighter, "What is it? Are you not happy to see me?"

You remained silent and she became worried then turned you around to look at you.

"Are you angry about the messages? I'm sorry, it was really busy this past week. And I had already planned to stop by so I thought it'd be a nice way to make you surprised."

You pursed your lips and mumbled, "I thought you didn't love me anymore...."

Himeko's eyes widened and she cupped your face, "What? No— Why would I—?!"

"I thought you wanted to break up and get this over with! I thought it's an inconvenience for you and maybe you found someone better! I....I got frustrated and....I didn't know what to do!"

You shouted and tears formed in your eyes, she was even more shocked. You were about to speak more but she quickly leaned in and placed her lips on yours, roughly kissing you. Your hands grabbed her shoulders as hers snaked around your waist and she pushed you against the desk, making you lean on the edge.

She kissed you deeply and passionately, her way of telling you how much she loved you and that your fears were unfounded. She let go after a while and immediately kissed your neck, licking at a spot and biting followed by sucking, a mark forming on your skin.

"I missed you, my darling. And I still love you very dearly, you have no idea how difficult it was for me without you as well. I promise I won't make you feel that way ever again. Will you forgive me?"

You slowly smiled and nodded, "Of course. I'm....very happy to see you, I missed you too."

Kafka

Oh god, she won't tolerate you being angry at all. Jk, but don't worry she has her ways to quell your anger for sure. You are a Stellaron Hunter and it hasn't been long since you joined. Naturally, you are an amateur compared to veterans like her and Silver Wolf. This also meant that you were incompetent and failed some missions.

You weren't given any major missions but there had been a few important ones where you performed below expectations and angered the higher-ups. Nobody liked getting an earful, and you particularly didn't have fond memories of it. You'd end up thrashing your room after every scolding in order to get out your frustration, and perhaps that's exactly what attracted Kafka.

"Y/n, what is this?! Another failed mission! This is twice in a row, are you even serious about your position?!" Elio shouted over the phone, making you squirm away and grit your teeth.

"I-I'm sorry...I—"

"I want you back at the HQ tomorrow, anyhow. Otherwise....you won't hear from us again, ever."

He cut the phone and you clicked your tongue before standing up and kicking the chair followed by throwing away the books across the room as you cursed yourself for being so weak and incompetent.

"Ooh~ This time the damage isn't much~"

A familiar voice spoke from behind and you turned around to see Kafka standing at the door, whistling to herself as she leisurely walked inside.

"So? What is it this time?"

"....He wants me at the HQ tomorrow."

"My, too bad. But it makes sense. You jeopardized the mission quite badly this time. Do you realize what is at stake here? One wrong move and you will be caught by the Peace Corporation and jailed, or much worse....executed. Do you how realize how troublesome it would be for the rest of us?"

She continued speaking— lecturing, to be precise. Kafka usually didn't care about others, much less her colleagues. However, a part of her seemed to care for you as a lover and partner and her lecturing was to help you improve. But she didn't always choose the right time.

"Don't lecture me about stakes and my incompetence! I wi—"

She suddenly pushed you to the wall behind and pinned you, covering your mouth her hand.

"Sssh, now don't you interrupt again when I'm talking~"

You glared at her, she removed her hand and you were about to talk back but she connected her lips with yours and stopped you from speaking. Her body pressed against you as she went deeper and more sensual, making you forget all your anger and instead be focused on her.

"Hmm~ It's almost too easy to shut you up this way. I wonder how others would react if they knew of this~"

"H-How dare you— mhm!~"

She again kissed you, this time slipping her tongue in and rolling it with yours. Your muffled voices resounded in the room until she finally let go, both of you panting with reddened faces.

"Looks like you have lost all steam now. Call me again in case you need it~"

[petrichoraline]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

i did this some time ago but most answers are gonna be different so let's go!! thank youu, @fangirlmedstudentblog and @markpakin 💞

Three Ships

TinnGun - no surprises here, these two have become everyone's comfort couple so quickly

HiraKiyoi - again, not a shocker in the slightest, they are my insane comfort bfs

DaisyIntouch - in honour of opp's viral moment with The7's Get Loose i can't not mention the most gentle, sweetest couple in SCOY; i wish their arc was handled a bit better, it felt rushed by the end; they're amazing nonetheless

First Ever Ship

let's go with first bl ship (live action) which i beliiieeve is kenji and shiro from kinou nani tabeta? and if it's not them it might be junjae and takuya from the lover

Last Song

Last Movie

i procrastinated on this just so the answer would be worth it (cause i watched a mediocre french movie but mostly didn't pay attention and that didn't sound like a good answer); the movies i saw today instead of the indian movie im procrastinating on seeing:

She's Dating the Gangster (2014) - this philippino movie made me realise that netflix's "true love" category should've been called "heartbreak" but they renamed it so well

the intros and summaries truly suck because i thought i was going into a light "fake dating" romcom with a pair of cute silly teens as the leads! what i got instead was so sad and a tad bit melodramatic that at the end i didn't know how to feel.. i did cry though! i was hanging in there and yet it got me; it's a sweet movie, although it could be overwhelming, and i would recommend it! it's kind of my fave out of the three, i wasn't too sure how it was gonna end too; one really strong point is the sweet twist on the makeover trope that the movie doesn't even use to promote itself, it's kinda naturally in there and it made me so happy

Jumping From High Places (2022) - this italian romantic-but-more-about-self-growth movie about a young woman with anxiety was not technically confusing but it had me bored halfway through (again, the sample video thingy netflix shows had an energy that imo was not there throughout the film, i found it misleading); i'm just happy i picked up on smth that is probably supposed to be a surprising reveal hehe; i wouldn't not recommend it, i feel like it could be relatable and a sweet experience for some

Your Place or Mine (2023) - a typical hollywood movie, what can i say, it's been pushed onto me and i was kinda interested, gonna lie if i say the cast wasn't a part of the reason i caved in (i'm curious bout what kutcher and witherspoon are doing now, yeah);

i think it's kinda bland, it had some good sentiments but at the end i found the female lead too unlikeable and the story kind of stretched out and a bit rushed at the same time (maybe it was actually well paced and a proper length, just not my thing, that's possible. the gray overlay (?) was so depressing though, even her bright and green home felt awfully unwelcoming)

Currently Watching

literally only My School President lol everything else is in either "on-hold", "plan to watch" or "have to catch up on!!"

Currently Reading

oh how i want to say svsss vol.2 but i'm stuck once again, i mostly read long posts and student books, not even manga

Currently Consuming

"too much media at once in theory and not nearly as much in practice" is a valid answer, isn't it lol

Currently Craving

more convos w moots ig

i might be tagging people who have done it or don't like tag games, it's very hard to track these sometimes so sorry 🫶 @hello-n-goodbye @himbodelamain @soundgun @sillsif @jingyanwang @catwalkninja @catboyjosten @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @chinzhillababy

[seiwas]

io oh my god 😭 you said such lovely things 😭

waaah io thank you so much for taking the time to read this!! and for leaving such lovely comments and tags 😭😭 i don't even know where to begin!! but i'm gonna try my best to respond to each and every one of your reactions 🥺

for your comments on the rb

i find it sooo sweet that you listed your favourite lines omg!??! that takes so much time and effort waah i appreciate it so much 🥺

i looove relating satoru to themes of godliness bc i think it plays so well into my interpretation of him being 'untouchable' in some way 🥺 (which i like breaking when writing his interactions with reader hehe) + i also think it exhibits his strength a lot, something that i find contradicts his humanity so much 🥺

and omg!! that line about reader's lips being the only vessel that handles his name so delicately!! i truly Thought The Heck out of that line so i'm sooo glad you liked it!!

the next line, about gojo making no move to read for love bc he cannot possibly take more from reader—that line really ached for me to write too 🥺 you mentioned pouting when you read it, which i think is funny bc i'm pretty sure i was pouting while writing it too 😭 your interpretation of it is so lovely and accurate to what i think he struggles with too 🥺 i think he very much thinks some things are not meant for him to have, and is having a hard time accepting that sometimes that doesn't really matter, especially when it's smth being given to him in the first place.

and when he says 'so show me how' omg 🥺 waaah to hear your reaction to that line io!! i am so touched 🥺 i wanted everything before that to build up to that moment!! of him finally taking the leap and saying 'fuck it yk what. even if it isn't for him. even if this and that and wtvr. he'll try' bc!!! i truly think that satoru is a man of impossibilities, and ultimately, i think when he really wants something or sees the value in it, he'll make it possible, no matter the odds 🥺

and!! the countdown during that party omg jsbdfgsha i absolutely LOVED writing that scene and i'm so glad it spoke to you too 🥺🥺🥺 i'm so glad that scene conveyed what i intended it too 🥺🥺🥺

and the coffee line omg 😭 i think satoru's a natural flirt lOL hasbfhga whether he's good at it or bad at it remains undecided for now but i do think he says things sometimes and it comes out maybe a little charming, maybe a little smooth 🥺

waaaah io your reaction pics are so funny and so cute and i appreciate you so much for reading this and sharing with me how you feel!!!! i hope your morning muffin was delicious 😭

for your tags

waaah i am sorry for the tears io!! i am sending you a box of tissues rn 😭😭

you flatter me too much waah shdfbs thank you so much for going thru this series the way you have!! it means so much truly 🥺 a big objective i have for this series is rlly exploring intimacy and humanity, especially for gojo bsahf so im glad that it hits you in the ways it does 🥺—'a born god but riddled by the tender plights of man' EXACTLY!!!

and you are so cute omg 😭 it means so much to ME that this series means so much to YOU shdjbfas how you're traversing it slowly and taking your time like the col couple? omg HOW SWEET 😭

to say how i've written him is 'disgustingly beautiful' and 'real' omg what a compliment 😭 and how you described their dynamic too!! sbghd waah i have no words, but i'm so glad that all of that was conveyed through this fic 🥺 sometimes i feel like the biggest challenge i have w writing gojo is conveying the complex version of him i have in my head hsbdfsj so hearing this from you feels so validating and reassuring!!

'all of the emotions. all of the avoidance. all of the yearning and longing woven into their dynamic, and at the foundation of it all is unconditional love n a fear of mishandling the only heart that poured into him enough to fill him' <- YEAAAHHHHH you get it 🥺

and the awkwardness of their first kiss omg so real jsdfbas pLSjhsbghdf even writing it for me was like omg. hBSFHGAVFH and the way you love col reader even for her cereal in coffee?? omg i appreciate YOU so much for that 🥺

thank you so much again io, i am keeping this in a special corner of my heart!

₊˚⊹｡ tell me about love (show me how) | gojo satoru

wc: 7.4k

summary: you teach gojo how to love. 

contains: f!reader in mind but no pronouns mentioned, descriptions of blood (typical jjk canon type stuff), shibuya onwards manga spoilers, implied minor character death, there are swears, suggestive bit at the end (but it’s funny!), lots of internal thoughts/dialogues, kind of canon divergent

a/n: relates to my short blurb, do you believe in love?, explores a lot on how i think gojo would be when it comes to love; ambiguous but linear timeline (jumps through scenes)

collection masterlist: conversations on love 01. do you believe in love? <- you are here -> 2.5. and my body keeps saying (it's yours)

When Gojo has love for the taking, he makes no move to reach for it. 

It’s unusual for him to be so restrained, being born into greed and predetermined purpose—a one-man clan fated to hold power close to God. There exists a hunger within him, insatiable and stubborn, unstoppable until he gets what he wants. It’s all he’s ever known: to take and devour, simply because he can. 

Yet with this, he doesn’t. He can’t seem to. 

“I think I’ll always want to be with you, Satoru.” 

When you offer your heart to Gojo, he looks at you softly. 

You catch his eyes and see the sky, bright, with flecks of light floating on his irises like cotton clouds in its periphery. It’s different from the piercing blue you’re used to—a terrifying riptide that washes you away. 

It wasn’t intended as a confession, but Gojo always takes whatever you have to say. He commits it to memory each time; how could he not? Words that come from you flow so naturally, so earnestly that the air around you shifts all on its own.

His lips part slightly, red spatterings lining pink inner corners before they close again. He doesn’t say anything, but you know Gojo and the fingerprints of his soul—the way he bites his lips to withhold himself from speaking. 

It’s dangerous, he thinks, how you make wanting something so complicated seem so simple.

He takes a small breath, then you feel it, pressed against you—the faint signature of his cursed energy overlaying his entirety. It tickles your skin a little, the effects of it brushing. You don’t remember the last time he put it up around you.

A million things run through Gojo’s mind for every split second he breathes, but at this point in time, he counts a million and one—one thought that if he touches you by infinity instead of his hands, he can have this good thing for now, that this is the only way how. 

You’d think this a rejection, if any, but he doesn’t move away from you, and the blush blooming at the tips of his ears says more than he ever could. 

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The subtle intimacy you share with Gojo grows sporadically, from knuckles brushing to pinkies touching. He stands next to you more often, a few inches closer than he used to and sometimes, still, with an infinity connecting you.

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When you hold Gojo’s hand for the first time, he jolts very slightly, as if you’ve shocked him. He’s started to put his infinity down around you again, and you continue the limbo of whatever it is you both are—except this time, he’s made it clearer, just a little bit. 

During the last few leaves of fall, Gojo skips to an ice cream stand like a pre-schooler on early dismissal. You trail behind him slowly, shaking your head affectionately; he’s the only adult you know that still acts like he’s 5. 

“You’re like a horse.” you jest, stopping next to him in line.

“You’re a snail.” he huffs, side-eyeing you, like a child.

You gasp exaggeratingly, hitting his arm. He fake-winces, but that’s all it is; Gojo’s the strongest and you don’t know of any human touch that has managed to hurt him, except—

Yeah. Your eyes trail to the side of his neck, hidden in the shadows of his jawline; there’s really nothing, but sometimes you blink and see crimson, oozing, gushing, leaking—you shake away the thought.  

When he receives his ice cream cone stacked with vanilla-strawberry-vanilla and rainbow sprinkles on top, the smile on his face parallels the sun. He looks cozy, almost boyish, beaming against the autumn breeze blowing on his thick gray hoodie. 

You wonder if he feels just as warm.

(Maybe that’s why you do it, then).

Once Gojo turns to give you the cone, you reach for his other hand tentatively, shyly—your fingertips grazing his palm lightly. You want to give him an out if he can’t take this, but he doesn’t move. He twitches a little, as if he’s been caught off guard, but that’s it. 

His eyes widen briefly, just a bit, before turning into the same soft skies frequenting them lately. 

“Sorry, is this okay?” you whisper, peering up at him. 

He stares at you for a while, his hand in yours unmoving. You leave a sliver of space between your palms–your own version of his infinity–just in case. And he takes it all in: how tiny your hand is wrapped around his, how gently you speak—how warm he feels now amidst this autumn breeze. 

“The strawberry’s really good,” he finally replies, pressing the dessert closer to you, “try it.” 

You give him one last look before you indulge in his request. Gojo’s always been good at that: pushing and pulling—pushing you away with non-answers only to pull you back in with something else. 

But he doesn’t let go of your hand, so you keep yours there, palms nearly touching. (You make a point not to mention how the parts that do touch become clammy for the rest of the afternoon). 

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You start to think that your relationship with Gojo is going somewhere, then he disappears (‘gets sealed’ might be the more proper term). 

His absence is deafening. You’ve all lost so much, and it hurts, but you carry on knowing full well that this is what being a jujutsu sorcerer means. There aren’t many left to fight his fight, so you do what you can to. You stay with Shoko, mostly, if not going back and forth with Utahime. You can’t afford to be crying when the students, the kids—you can’t even bear to think about what they’re going through.

Nights are the hardest, when the world is quiet but your mind is loud, throwing far too many questions you can’t find the answers to.

What will Gojo come back to? Then the scarier thought: Will he even come back? 

You don’t want to doubt him, ever, but your mind continues to play back that day, like a final memory. The unintentional confession; his eyes like the sky. 

You don’t want it to be the last important thing you tell him. 

“I should start looking into retirement plans, like Nanamin.” you raise an eyebrow, questioning. Gojo’s never spoken this far into the future before, most especially his. 

“Work is shit now for you too?” you scoff, leaning back on the wooden ledge. 

Gojo rolls his eyes, skipping the coverage of his blindfold today. 

“Well, after I remove the old geezers and change everything, there won’t be much left to do.” 

You hum in response. He does make a point. 

“Also, Megumi won’t need me anymore,” he pouts, whining, “who else will want me around?” 

You try to hold back your laugh, wanting so badly to tell him that Megumi doesn’t even really like him around to begin with—but you figure breaking Gojo’s heart isn’t really something you want to do if you value your peace. 

“I don’t know,” you reply, shifting your weight, “I think I’ll always want to be with you, Satoru.” 

Even now, especially now. You wish you were with him, too. 

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The day you hear of Gojo’s potential return, you drop your breakfast outside the 7-Eleven near Jujutsu Tech. You’re supposed to meet up with Utahime for a weekly check-in but your feet take you to Shoko, and the footsteps in your heart have never echoed louder. 

This is the first good news in a while—especially after finding out about the state of Megumi and what happened to Tsumiki, your sweet girl Tsumiki. 

When Gojo comes back, it’s like he never left. He pops out of the box joking the same way, talking the same way. He proves himself to be the strongest all the same, and when he wins—there are scars, but he wins and that fact stays the same. 

So, when you reach for his hand now and he moves away, you’re stuck wondering what’s changed. 

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You let it stay that way for a while, your understanding extending to Gojo the way it always has—you don’t push, and he gives you what he can. It honestly isn’t all that bad, because at least he’s still talking to you like he used to. 

Jujutsu society is still shaken from its core. You and all who have survived bear the task of building everything from the ground up; it’s exhausting, especially since most of you are still mourning. 

Megumi’s been put in an induced coma; you understand why but it still tugs at your heart when Shoko tells you it might take a while. Everyone else has been assigned to sweep through the rest of Japan to ensure that any remaining curses are taken care of. 

You see Yuuji and Yuuta visit Megumi sometimes, along with Maki and Toge when they’re free. Gojo’s there pretty often too, using healing sessions with Shoko as an excuse to see the boy he’s practically raised at 17, with you. 

But while Gojo’s smiles to everyone else remain as charming as ever, you can always tell when they’re untrue. 

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“Are you okay?” 

You find Gojo a little after midnight on the rooftop of the faculty building. The city always looks pretty from up here—a sea of lights reflected up on the sky. It’s a running joke that rooftops are Gojo’s ‘thing’, but you know he really only comes to places like this to think. You wonder what’s on his mind now, coming here every single night since being unsealed. 

Despite how quiet you try to be, sneaking up on Gojo is almost impossible; he senses you before he hears you, sees the familiar traces of your cursed energy through his Six Eyes. 

“Can’t sleep thinking about me?” he teases, looking straight ahead.

The steps you take towards him are careful, afraid of running him off like you seem to be lately. You sit beside him, leaving a space larger than you usually do, then shrug, “These days, yeah.”

It’s times like this when Gojo forgets how honest you can be, how he takes your word for everything, completely. 

It’s threatening, he thinks, how you can say so much with so little. 

“Well, maybe I can suggest—” 

“Seriously, Satoru,” you grip the ledge tightly, knuckles turning white, “please.” 

You tend to let Gojo dodge your questions a lot of the time, his elusiveness a hallmark of who he is. So you never sound like you do now, serious, pleading. 

Gojo fiddles with his fingers, pondering. He hums lowly before speaking, “Does it matter?” 

It hurts you a little, how that’s even a question. He should know better than to ask that to you. 

“It matters to me, Satoru,” you sigh, “you know it does.”

You barely catch the way his brows furrow at your response, but there are creases on his blindfold that can’t be created by anything else. And Gojo knows—is so painfully aware of the way you care. 

Since coming back, he’s never felt like he’s fully returned. It’s an odd existence of in-between, like he breathes everything and nothing all at the same time. The emotions are even worse, overloading his senses with feelings he can never pinpoint. 

How does he tell you that he must be fucked in the head? That every second in his mind is another step closer to insanity? That he’s lost your tether on Satoru in pursuit of Gojo—of being a god? 

“I’ll tell you,” he starts, “but you have to look away.”

You’ve always treated Gojo tenderly, patiently, and he knows, without a doubt, that no matter what he says you will continue to do the same. But he can’t allow that, not anymore. Not after the way you looked at him that day.

“Okay,” you mutter, turning your head the other way. 

He breathes out and you can almost picture it: half-bitten lips and eyes like low tide. 

“I’m fine,” he says to the back of your head, “you have nothing to worry about.” 

A breeze picks up and brushes past your neck. It’s a lie. He knows it, knows you know it too, but—

it’s easier this way, he thinks, to give you answers when you’re not looking.

Gojo’s never found a weakness he can’t work around, but he might have just found one with you—in your eyes, that read through his every lie. If you turn around now, he’ll want to tell you everything.

“Satoru,” you whisper, letting his name fill the air. You get it—him, and even when you don’t, you try damn hard to because you refuse to let Gojo carry all of it on his own. 

There are crescent indents on your palm from squeezing your knuckles too hard. You think, is this how you form shallow cuts on your heart?

“It’s just me,” you continue, facing him when you say it. 

He takes you all in—your eyes that hold the city lights, your lips, the only vessel that handles his name so delicately. It’s that look on your face again and Gojo’s hit with an ache in his chest—the overwhelming truth that whatever it is, he feels the same. 

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There’s a secret Gojo keeps, one he’s certain he’ll never tell you: that when he looks at you upon his return and finds an emotion he refuses to name, he’s never felt so afraid.  

He takes in the shadows under your eyes and the sunkenness of your cheeks—the number of blinks it takes you to reign in tears on the brink of leaking. The way your voice shakes when you say his name.

Shoko tells him about it because she knows you never will—about how you’ve been running yourself dry, speeding through colonies to gather intel for any possible way to break the seal. She tells him about the sleepless nights, how she catches you standing outside his office at 3 a.m. before travelling to Utahime the next morning. 

And he cannot comprehend it at first, cannot understand how he’s caused you to crumble this way. 

If this is all because of him, how you’ve broken yourself all for his sake, he can’t allow it. To see you ruin yourself over him, over anyone ever—you deserve better.

So, when Gojo has love for the taking, he makes no move to reach for it; he cannot possibly take any more from you if this is what is left of you when he does. 

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“You’ve been avoiding me,” you catch him by the door of the conference room. 

Rebuilding an entire society requires work and apparently a lot of meetings. Gojo doesn’t usually go to most of them, leaving you and Utahime to carry the chunk of his attendance when he’s not there. In the rare times that he does show up, he makes it a point to be the last one in and the first one out. Utahime hates him for it but you don’t blame him—he isn’t exactly amicable with other figures of authority.

He pauses when he steps out of the door, hands in pockets as he turns to face you. 

You’re not mad or anything, just stating the fact. He’s always known you to speak this way. You lean against the wall next to you, keeping your arms crossed. More people continue to file out of the conference room, some eyeing the two of you curiously as they pass by.

Gojo glances at them, suddenly self-conscious as he clears his throat, “Right, I’ve been avoiding the paperwork you left in my office,” he emphasizes, practically announcing it to everyone in the vicinity, “let’s finish it now.” 

You don’t know whether it’s irritating that Gojo’s so terribly bad at acting, or comforting that he still can’t, for the life of him, successfully lie in front of you. 

He motions for you to follow him as he strolls down the hallway, but you intentionally lag a few steps behind, careful not to encroach on his space lest it make him avoid you any more than he already is.

Stepping into Gojo’s office after so long feels weird, like you belong here but only to a memory of it—as if closing the door behind you feels like activating a muscle you haven’t for a while. It’s been months after all. 

Your eyes skim over the entire room, zeroing in on the stacks of paper lined up on his desk; paperwork has always been Gojo’s least favorite part of the job, often leaving you to do them with him (or alone, when you’re feeling generous). Not much has changed in his space; the mini living area still exists to the left of the room, with little bits of you in its interiors—the pillows, the coffee table books. 

Gojo plops down on the sofa chair and props his feet up on the ottoman, giving four scrolls to his phone before pocketing it. He has the audacity to casually offer you the seat across from him, as if nothing’s wrong—as if he hasn’t been avoiding you for god’s sake. 

Ever since the rooftop, he’s canceled lunch with you six times for reasons that you’re now realizing are less likely to be true. He’s kept a distance of at least one person in between you at all times, and to this day, you still don’t understand why. 

You sigh, taking a seat and leaning back to cross your legs. 

“You’re so bad at acting.” you start.

Being with Gojo for so long, you’ve come to realize that there’s no point being angry with him when your heart can never take it. 

“I technically wasn’t lying.” he replies, sticking his index finger up. 

“Yeah, I can see that,” you snicker, nodding to his desk. 

It’s always like this with Gojo: he pulls you in and you follow. No matter the distance between you, when you sit down together like this, it still always flows so easily. The banter you’ve built together over a decade and more shines through no matter what state your relationship is in. 

Neither of you say anything until Gojo replaces his blindfold for his sunglasses, placing the piece of cloth on the coffee table. 

You break the silence. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” you ask quietly. Gojo aches at that, how you still choose to regard him so kindly. 

Why has he been avoiding you? It’s a good question, completely valid with how he’s been treating you lately, but he could draw up every answer he has, all one million and one, and still not know what to say.

Gojo’s a pretty bad communicator; for how much he talks, he doesn’t really say much—and maybe that’s the root of all this. There are too many things he wants to say but can’t formulate in the right way. 

“If it’s something I did, can you at least let me know?” you continue. Gojo frowns, how can you be wronged yet still think of yourself as the one to blame? 

“Why do you do that?” he tuts, head tilting sideways as his hands dig deeper into his pockets. 

“Do what?” you furrow your brows, confused. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, so don’t worry about it.” he says dismissively. 

You arch an eyebrow; he has it all mistaken. 

“Satoru, I’m not worried because I feel guilty,” you sit up, inching towards the edge of your seat, “I’m worried because you’re pushing me away.” your voice is level, but your pupils shake.

Something grips at his chest seeing you this way; together or apart, he seems to be the main contributor to your heartache. 

You wonder if confronting him like this is any good if he’s not going to say anything anyway. 

“If you want space, that’s okay, I get it, but,” you exhale, “at least just tell me why.” 

This entire time avoiding you, Gojo’s had you on his mind—the million and one. He’s come to terms with what he feels when you’re together, and how it amplifies when you’re not. 

It’s shitty of him to practically ghost you, not just in text but in real life too. But he’s thought about it logically, really, that removing himself from your life should be just like ripping off a bandaid—painful but quick. At least that way, you’d get over it fast. 

He’d been resigned to doing that and that was the plan—until now. 

All it takes is seeing that look in your eyes, and his resolve falls apart. 

“I can’t.” he speaks softly. 

What hurts the most is that beneath his sunglasses, his eyes still hold the sky. 

You think you want to cry. 

You take this as your answer and close your eyes, taking a deep breath before getting up to leave. If this is goodbye, you don’t want your last interaction to be an awkward memory of him watching you bawl in his office chair. 

You push yourself up with the armrest only to sit back down—because Gojo is right in front of you, blocking your way. His infinity is up but touching, a tingling sensation sweeping across your knees. 

“Wait,” he swallows, a franticness you’ve never seen before. His head stays down as he bites his lips, sunglasses hanging by his fingertips. You wonder what he wants to say, that even if it comes out messy, it’s okay. You want to tell him that it’s just you—that you’ll always want to hear it all anyway. 

What comes next is unlike any version of Satoru you have ever known—nervous and uncertain, almost like he’s afraid. He lowers himself, slowly coming down to his knees in front of you. A giant of a man so small in your presence. 

“I don’t know how.” he mutters, dropping his sunglasses to the floor. 

You blink once, twice, still surprised by what’s in front of you. Gojo has always towered above you, has always known how to do anything and everything so effortlessly without fail. 

Watching him now, with every inhale and exhale dragging in slow motion, you do your best not to startle him. 

“How to what?” you whisper, the moment so fragile. 

He looks up, eyes locking with yours. A reaction happens in that moment—the split second of all his thoughts collapsing into one. You see a clear sky, blue and bright as day, the Satoru he saves for you—while he sees you, with that look on your face, the one that he knows has always only meant love. 

The sincerity in your gaze overwhelms him—makes him look away before it becomes too much. Red blooms at the tips of his ears as he bites the inner corners of his lips, fingers grabbing at the fabric of his pants. You’re afraid he might run away again, but he doesn’t and stays right where you are. 

“You know…” he looks to the side, pouting, “whatever you do….”

“Like…?” you coax lightly, trying hard to hide the small smile forming on your lips. 

You wonder how many versions of Satoru you’ll meet in your lifetime, and if this one, shy and nervous, will be one you’ll fit into the crevices of your heart just like all the others. 

He grips his pants tighter, fabric bunching under his fingers, “When you hold my hand… those things. You get it.” 

And you do (get it), so you don’t push, taking whatever Gojo has to give you like you always have. 

The tension relieves from you slowly, comforted by the fact that at least he’s given you his reasons now (no matter how vague they still seem to be). That at least there are no non-answers this time. 

You tell yourself that it’s okay, that you’re content as long as Gojo’s in your life even without the possibility of becoming something more. 

“Ok—”

But there’s always one thing you forget about Gojo—

“So show me how.”

—in the moments you least expect it, he speaks the words that matter most. 

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You choose to show him slowly, gently, like the trickling introduction of water to a man who is first learning how to drink. 

In the first few weeks of you and Gojo readjusting to one another, he turns on his infinity again—but only when he gets close enough to touch you. Lunches together happen more often, dinners sometimes too. Then he puts his infinity down, indefinitely. 

For the most part, your relationship falls into the usual steps of your dynamic with Gojo; there’s no pressure for anything and he likes that, appreciates the time you’re giving him to learn things at his own pace. 

It grows organically that way: knuckles brushing as you both reach for the stapler, pinkies touching whenever you walk side-by-side during site visits—until you’re able to hold his hand fully again, leaving that little infinity between your palms for him to close (hopefully, one day). 

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The faculty room is cold, especially during winter. The heating system is never warm enough to keep your hands from shaking whenever you mix your morning coffee. 

“So loud so early,” Gojo saunters into the kitchen, hands in pockets as he approaches the pantry. 

You stop mixing, ceasing the clinking of the spoon against your mug. “How are you not freezing?” 

He shrugs, grabbing his box of (heavily sugared) cereal. “I guess I’m just hot.” he says, turning to wiggle his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes and set your coffee on the table, Gojo following with a bowl brimming with cereal and milk. 

Mornings usually consist of you and Gojo, with an occasional new hire who has an early class that day. Most of the time, it’s just you two though, with Shoko coming in much closer to lunch time already. 

“Want some?” he asks, holding out his spoon.

It’s routine—Gojo asks and you decline, choosing to save yourself from the cavities that he somehow manages to evade despite having a diet of 80% sugar. 

Today though, you’re feeling a little adventurous. 

You nod, opening your mouth. Gojo’s eyes widen, nearly dropping the spoon at your request. You see the flush of his cheeks and smile, corners of your mouth extending wider. The spoon is shoved to your mouth too quickly, almost like he’s embarrassed to feed you. 

“Too sweet,” you scrunch your face, swallowing down the copious amount of sugar you’ll feel for days. 

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Gojo throughout this whole relationship trial period, he recovers from any state within a nanosecond. There’s no end to how shameless he can be. 

“Like me, right?” he winks.

“Sure,” you drawl sarcastically and Gojo smiles like it’s high praise. 

You sip your coffee slowly, revelling in the heat that flows down your throat.

“Can I have half of that?” you point to his bowl. Gojo looks at you, confused, but slides it over anyway.

What happens next is an abomination to Gojo’s eyes—pure absolute disgust: you pour half of his cereal into your coffee and mix, sipping and crunching on a few pieces every now and then. 

His face contorts into complete distaste, horror and revulsion in the way his mouth hangs open. 

“What are you doing? That’s gross!” he nearly yells, reaching over to bring your mug down. His hand covers yours for a moment, the contact still causing gallops in his heartbeat. 

You laugh, giggling as he processes what you’d wasted his cereal on. It honestly doesn’t taste that bad, you think. 

“You’re weird,” he says to you, the grin on his face uncontained. This morning, he feels fond, like the butterflies in his stomach are warm, tickling him from the inside. “Give me.” he motions to your mug. 

You hold it up for him to take a sip but he keeps his hand over yours when he tastes, sticking his tongue out once the bitterness of your coffee hits. You set the mug down, preparing to reach for your spoon, but he takes your hand in his, long fingers slotting right between yours, interlacing. 

Gojo doesn’t normally reach for your hand, much less interlace them together (a recent evolution to your hand-holding), but this feels nice, how your fingers fit right in the spaces of his. 

You turn to him, a shy smile on your face. The tips of his ears are blush red but he looks at you the same, “Your hands were cold,” he pouts, “is this– is this okay?” 

“Yeah, it’s warm. Thank you, Satoru.” you nod, beaming. And it’s not a competition but he hopes you see the light in his eyes, how it feels to be ignited within him only when he’s spending breakfasts like this with you. 

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Shoko asks what you are and you don’t know what to tell her other than you’re happy and it’s good. Gojo’s existence is loud and vibrant, easy to spot from miles away—but he cares for you discreetly, in the hand that gently rests on your lower back while crossing the street, and the seemingly unlimited supply of your favorite coffee when you have no recollection of restocking it ever. 

He gives you a new mug for Christmas, one with little cereals painted all over while you give him his own tube of hand cream that he claims always smells like you. 

During the faculty New Year celebration, you overhear one of the new hires make a move on Gojo. You aren’t bothered by it or anything, simply walking past to sip your sake by the couch. You can hear them talk a bit from the kitchen, but you try not to pry despite how curious you are about his response. 

Until—

“I’m taken,” you hear Gojo say bluntly. 

Everything rings in your ears after that. The countdown music is loud, but your heart beats louder; there are murmurs and footsteps around you, but only one man crouches down to check on you, glass of water in hand. 

You snap out of it and see blue, the sky—a familiar light; you don’t think you can control the smile on your face, the alcohol lowering your inhibitions to paint on something lovesick. 

And when he smiles back, pink lips stretching wide—oh your heart can’t take it. He places one hand on your knee, rubbing gently. You hear it faintly, how he asks if you’re okay, but all you can do is nod, words failing to express how you feel right now.  

The countdown starts. 3 — and you take his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks to an image of him on your phone from many, many years ago. 2 — you go closer and his eyes go wide, a mixture of panic and surprise, but soft at the same time. 1 — you lean in and his eyelids fall shut, his chest on rampage. Then it lands, there, on the tip of his nose: a delicate peck and the smell of sake mixed with mint (like the lip balm you always carry around in your pocket). 

When you pull away from him, you’re smiling the biggest he’s ever seen, and he can’t feel it from how numb his cheeks have become, but he’s doing the same. 

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That kiss to his nose serves as the catalyst to the months that follow: Gojo becomes more comfortable touching you now, and though he blushes every single time, there’s nothing to be ashamed of because you do too. Shoko can’t believe the slow burn this is taking you both, having watched this on the sides since you were both 22, but you think you like it—like the slow drizzle of honey on Gojo’s favorite breakfast waffles. 

“How is it?” you ask, watching as Gojo takes a big bite. 

“D Beft.” he replies, mouth full as he chews. You take the seat beside him and take a spoonful. 

“There’s a secret ingredient.” you say mischievously, wiggling your eyebrows. 

He swallows before he scoffs, “What?” cutting up another piece, “Love?” 

You’re surprised because he says it so casually, and Gojo’s never talked about love, has never even mentioned the word since this shift in your relationship. He realizes a beat late by the expression on your face and gets flustered, thinking immediately of ways to brush past it. 

You had meant to say that you used that infused sugar he buys whenever he goes to Kyoto, but… you suppose love works too. He should know by now, right? 

“If it is?” you whisper, pretending to stir your coffee. 

Gojo doesn’t know how to approach this, really, but he’s come too far to back out now. He clears his throat, mentally running through what he wants to say, then, “Good. ‘Cause that’s what I put in your coffee too.” 

You laugh and the tension dissipates; there are hearts in your eyes for how hard Gojo has tried after denying himself of this for so long. 

He stares at you—at the laugh lines by your eyes and the soft curves of your lips, the moment moving much too slow, stop motion in his mind. He’s drawn in until you’re all too close, a few centimeters from your noses touching. 

Your laughter dies and your cheeks feel like they’re on fire; he’s so close you think he might kiss you. The signs are there—his eyes scaling your face to focus on your lips, his tongue peeping ever so slightly to wet his lips. 

So you wait. 

But he doesn’t, because he moves away after wiping his thumb on the side of your mouth. Even though you know there was nothing there. 

Gojo continues to eat, blabbering about a site visit he’s assigned to next week, but you don’t miss the way his ears are fully red and how he’s biting his lips to death.

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The tension this time is different; instead of a growing rift, you can’t seem to be close enough. Every time you part ways, he lets go of your hand more reluctantly—as if he wants to say more, do more, but stops himself while he still can. 

When he leaves for missions, you kiss his cheek, pull him in by the hand and linger there, shyly. He gets embarrassingly red but tries to cover it up by telling you not to miss him too much (even though you know you will, and he knows he’ll miss you more). 

Your near-kisses with Gojo happen more frequently, and it comes to a point where he even manages to land one on your forehead, while you fall asleep next to him on his office couch. 

It’s driving you crazy, this tension—the mixed signals of it all. You try to kiss him a few times on the lips, but he evades them each time. You’ve caught Gojo staring at your lips more times than you can count; if that isn’t a sign, you don’t know what is. 

Now that Gojo thinks about it, he’s come so far yet the prospect of kissing you properly still scares him. What if he fucks up? Doesn’t do it right? What if it’s not how he wants you to be kissed? 

There’s that secret Gojo will never tell you, of how seeing that look on you has never gotten him more afraid. And he’s worked through that now, but it’s evolved into something else: how Gojo is now afraid of love, more than anything else, not because of loss but because he might not know how. 

And kissing you, loving you this way—he’s never done it before, doesn’t know how to make you feel love without his lips shaking and heart palpitating; how to do it while letting you know he feels the same. 

.

It happens during an assignment out of town. Curses aren’t as bad as they used to be, but they’re still stronger than what any of the available sorcerers right now can handle. 

You don’t remember the last time you saw Gojo use his technique that way—almost forgotten how powerful and ruthless he can be. Every time since, holding your hand, keeping you close—he’s just been your Satoru. 

Your apartment for the weekend is a two-bedroom unit with one bathroom and a decently sized living area and kitchenette; Gojo always chooses the room in front of the bathroom because he tends to wake up in the middle of the night to pee (information you know from your many other assignments with him before). Still, going as what you are now—it feels different. 

There’s a charged air between you as you move around the unit; you make your nightly tea while Gojo looks through the groceries for some crackers. It’s peaceful and quiet—domestic almost, but there are goosebumps on your skin for reasons you can’t explain. Being around Gojo lately has felt that way.

He brushes past you to throw the finished packet of crackers and the feeling intensifies; it’s not awkward, just tense, like anticipation sitting deep in your bellies, waiting on each other to make the first move. 

He announces that he’ll use the bathroom first, if you don’t mind, and you motion for him to go ahead. Your mind is fuzzy and having Gojo around seems to only make it worse.

When you walk past the bathroom and straight to your room, you hear Gojo humming that soft pop tune from a popular girl group on the radio earlier. You giggle, thinking it’s sweet—how he sings obnoxiously around everyone else but is admittedly pretty good when it’s just him, alone. 

You still have the rest of the weekend in this area, having agreed to monitor the site and any nearby locations for other suspicious activity, but at least the worst of it is over (maybe just to you though; Gojo hates paperwork). 

The sound of running water stops and you hear the bathroom door swing open. You don’t see Gojo when you exit your room but he leaves the door open to release any remaining steam.

There’s a reason why people say showers are good for the mind. You’re happy for those who’ve found it, but that couldn’t be you, because the only thought plaguing your head right now is Gojo—and whether you should greet him goodnight, if you should kiss his cheek or hug him tight. The tension between you now is palpable, an electric current waiting to zap on both ends. 

Your mind is so out of it that you don't realize you’re missing your skincare bag until after you finish brushing your teeth and dressing for bed. You open the bathroom door with the sole intention of going back to your room to get it, but instead, you’re met with a wall of chest.

Gojo’s eyes are wide, bright blue with damp strands of white falling like curtains barely shielding the sky. He’s just as surprised as you are, toothbrush in his hand as you hold up the towel wrapped around your head. 

You’ve seen Gojo in his pajamas many times before—white long sleeves with gray cotton pants, but your eyes trail to his collarbones and the way the bathroom lights cast it under a soft glow. The redness on his cheeks, a visual manifestation of the heat on yours. 

Gojo can’t stop staring at your lips, at how soft they look—at how soft you look fresh out of the shower. The little baby hairs sticking out under your towel are cute, and he leans in without knowing—a pull he can’t seem to resist. For once in his life, Gojo’s mind is still. 

You try to meet him halfway, tiptoeing, but you’re a little out of your element; you don’t know where to put your hands and your heart’s about to explode out of your chest. When your noses touch, you can’t breathe, closing your eyes while you wait for it. 

But it doesn’t come. 

You feel Gojo’s breath stilling before speeding up into little exhales. Something is wrong. You open your eyes and find him staring back at you, a version of Gojo you haven’t seen in a while—that you rarely see ever, except that day during your confrontation in his office. 

Concern laces your features and you move back a little, hands coming up to caress his cheeks. His eyes still look frantic, but they focus on you when you cup his face so gently. 

“Satoru,” you whisper, voice grounding. His breaths slow down a little. 

You realize that it must be true then, what they say, that those who love to be feared, fear to be loved, because you’ve never seen anyone afraid of something so good as Gojo is of this. 

“Satoru,” you repeat, massaging his temples with your thumb, “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

Gojo hates it, how you’ve always had to adjust for him. He hates that he can’t give you this one thing, hates that you’re still so patient, that he’s still so afraid. He swallows, closing his eyes tight before opening them again. 

“I want to,” he chokes out, “I just don’t know—”

You chuckle, without judgment, “I don’t either,” you lean forward, foreheads touching, “but do you want to try together?”

You learn that Gojo sees himself so differently from how you do—and maybe that’s everyone, but Gojo tends to say things while doing the other. He says he can’t bother with kids, but continues to take so many of them under his wing anyway; he calls your cereal concoction disgusting but tastes it regardless; and he says he can’t think about love, doesn’t know how, but proceeds to try so much harder, everyday. 

When you look at Gojo, you see a heart so big, so capable, that he can’t see it himself. 

You nudge his nose with yours and he breathes deeply, closing his eyes once again. If he doesn’t do this now, how much longer ‘till he does? 

Gojo hums before nodding his head slightly. His hands come up to cover yours, toothbrush wedged in the spaces between his fingers; they’re clammy, he’s sure, but he’s kept you waiting long enough. 

When you kiss Gojo for the first time, everything trembles—his pupils, his lips, the breath he takes. It’s all shaky and nervous, but your lips touch and all you know is that you like it there. He’s a little bit stiff but you don’t mind, pressing closer just for a little bit before pulling away. 

Gojo keeps your hands in place, half-lidded eyes staring at you lazily. His ears are fully red now but he’s giving you a look you’ve never seen before—like lightning crackling in the gaps between his eyelids. 

When you kiss Gojo for the first time, you don’t expect it to be by the bathroom door of a rented apartment, while away on a mission. You don’t expect it to be in your pajamas, towel wrapped around your hair as you’re getting ready for bed. You definitely don’t expect him to guide your hands down his neck while he places his on your lower back, squeezing lightly before pulling you in to kiss you again. 

This time, his lips move more pliantly, parting yours slightly; he tastes mint, mixed with the strawberry candy he had earlier and it’s nothing he could have ever imagined before, but is now everything he’s ever wanted. The push and pull between you is magnetic, soft lips and the intermingling of held breaths. All Gojo can think of now is to take, to devour—to keep you with him, like this, always. 

You wonder if Gojo is lying—that he’s never done this before, because you don’t think you can kiss anyone after this and not think of his lips on yours. 

By the time you part, the air is significantly warmer. Your fingers thread through the hair at the base of his neck and you smile, sighing. Gojo looks warm, with his swollen lips and flushed cheeks. 

“That…” you trail off, nudging his nose. 

Gojo looks at you fondly; to ever even think he could have this now, with you—he doesn’t believe in any higher being but you must be his prayer come true. 

“We can practice a bit more, I think.” he pulls you closer, hands gripping your hips. 

You feel it against you, something solid and firm against your stomach and your eyes go wide at the realization; Gojo does the same. 

“Satoru, you–” he moves back and freezes, untangling himself from you completely. There’s a faint outline on the crotch of his pants and your whole face goes red. 

“Let me use the bathroom real quick.” he panics, rushing past you and closing the bathroom door. 

You stand there stunned for a good minute before you shake out of it, laughing. Gojo yells about how you’re being so mean, making fun of him when he’s like this, but you aren’t—not really. 

It’s been a long time getting to this point with Gojo, but considering all things, you think, this might just be the beginning.

thank you notes: i would also like to shoutout @stellamancer for leaving such lovely comments on dybil that it actually kinda pushed me to write this longer piece connected to it!!

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DRACO MALFOY X CEDRIC DIGGORY X READER

Something Different | Part Six

a/n: hi guys! sorry for the delay. i ended up combining two chapters since i really had a vision for how i wanted this one to wrap together. hopefully all eight thousand words and a surprise kiss will satisfy you! i really liked writing and reading this w an astronomy tower asmr if anyone wants to do that hehe. thank you for your support!

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It was the evening before her first quidditch match. Thus, naturally, the girl was terrified. The anticipation for the next day’s game meant the Hufflepuff Common Room was roaring with life and laughter, and it had simply become too overwhelming to stand. Most particularly, though, she couldn’t bear to look at Cedric. After a week of silence between the two, it felt like she’d never felt farther from the golden-haired boy. From below her, she could hear and feel the commotion of students thumping into the soles of her feet. Hastily, she moved to her dresser. She was wearing an extra-large yellow cable knit sweater which touched her thighs, and ankle-high black sneakers with neatly looped laces. Her hair sat in two french braids upon her shoulders, and she’d painted her nails the house colors in honor of the upcoming game. Now, she rummaged through her things, searching for the wand she’d accidentally displaced in her rush to get ready. Outside the half-circle windows, the night sky was graciously lit with millions of glittery specks, which shone through the unlit room. The girl sucked in a deep sigh and turned, exiting the little brick room but coming face to face with Hannah Abbot in doing so.

“Er- hello,” she said awkwardly.

“Joining us?” Hannah asked, her blue eyes tilting.

The girl faltered nervously, “no, not tonight.”

Hannah huffed in frustration, “then where are you headed?”

Clearly, she was becoming ever aware of her friend’s absence.

“Just… for a walk,” she offered nervously.

Hannah stared blankly at Y/N, her lips pursing as she selected her next words.

“You know it’s alright, don’t you?”

The girl felt her chest lurch with nervousness, “what is?”

“Cedric,” Hannah stated.

She felt the tightness loosen ever so slightly.

“Oh?”

“I know something happened, but, well it’s alright,” she explained sympathetically. “I reckon he misses his friend, more than anything.”

“Oh,” was the only thing she found herself able to reply.

The girl folded her arms in uncomfortable thought, letting her eyes drift to the cream colored rug beneath her shoes.

“I didn’t mean to upset him,” she mumbled softly.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Hannah sighed with a half laugh. “He left his girlfriend for you, what’d you expect?”

There was a deafening silence. During this time, the girl’s jaw unhinged, her bright wide eyes meeting the blonde’s. Hannah’s face slowly dawned with realization, and her hand went flying to her mouth as if to shove the words she’d just said back into them.

“He… he what?” the girl half whispered.

Hannah glowered red with embarrassment, “you mustn't tell him I told. God, the boys are going to lose it when they find out it was me who slipped.”

“What--” the girl struggled yet, “what are you talking about, H?”

Hannah leaned back against the room’s door frame with exasperation, “alright, alright.” She grumbled, laying it out simply, “did it ever cross your mind why he and Cho broke up?”

The girl felt her heart lurch uncomfortably in her chest, “n-- no. I mean-- he just said they wanted different things.”

Hannah just blinked at her like she was daft, “that’s right. He wanted different things.”

There was a short pause. Then the blonde said the unthinkable.

“He wanted you.”

Suddenly it all felt unreal. The room began to warp and it felt like the world had started spinning beneath her feet. The girl stumbled back, leaning against the door beside her friend and grabbing her arm gently for stability while her words floated through the air. Hannah wrapped an arm around her friend and touched her cheek to her forehead.

“Oh come on,” she giggled softly, “you’d really never considered it?”

“No,” the girl felt her hair shake against her front as she sighed into her friend, feeling her eyes sting up just a little. “I mean, I guess Cho never really liked me, but I didn’t think--”

She turned her head up to look for confirmation in her friend’s blue eyes, and sure enough, it was there.

“Yes,” she chuckled lightly, “she knew. That’s why.”

The girl released an audible groan, her forehead creasing as she meshed her face into the palm of her hand.

“God, H, what do I do?” she moaned.

Hannah rotated now, taking her friends hands in her own and spinning her round to face her. Slowly, her lips split into a grin.

“Well,” she smiled, “what do you want to do?”

She’d said it so simply, like it was the easiest thing. Like suddenly the answer would come to her. Like, now that she knew, all she had to do was take those stairs, turn the corner, and she could have him. That was, if she wanted. And maybe that was true. But, she just didn’t know, for the only answer her body gave her was a heart, and it was one pumping blood so fast at that moment that she thought she might fall ill. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Hannah looked eagerly at her, like she anticipated the girl’s feelings, or at the least, hoped to sway them. When she realized she would receive no answers, Hannah released her friend, not upset, but a little less hopeful.

“Well then,” she said supportively, “it’s okay not to know.”

The girl just nodded in affirmation.

“But,” Hannah wagged a finger, “no more wandering off alone while you sit with this, okay?”

The girl moved to agree, but then, seeing the world of stars behind her friend’s head, remembered.

“Yes,” she affirmed, “but… starting tomorrow, okay?”

Hannah tilted her head, unamused.

“Just one night. One more night to just think,” she pleaded. “Then I promise I’ll stop hiding from you all.”

Hannah gave her an over exaggerated pout.

“Hufflepuff’s honor,” she touched her three fingers to her chest, and then to the air.

Hannah couldn’t help from giggling. She scoffed and gave her friend a gentle nudge to the shoulder.

“Oh, alright. Get on it then,” she snickered.

The girl grinned, giving the blonde a nudge back before whipping around and heading down the spiralling staircase that led to the Common Room. Her friend followed in pursuit, but stopped when they reached the bottom of the stairs.

Around them, dozens of students clamored about. The huge barrel shaped room was bustling with life. Students both stood and sat on the squishy yellow and brown sofas, chortling and passing around huge golden plates carrying a variety of smuggled kitchen snacks. Before the yellow-brick fireplace, one housemate was setting off miniature blue glitter bombs which read “down with Ravenclaw” as they burst, and on the half protruding top floor, a group of students chortled with laughter over a game of exploding snap. The array of lively plants were up that night, singing and swaying happily within their pots, and an aura of liveliness filled the space. Amongst it, almost immediately, she noticed him.

Cedric sat half-curled on a brown chair beside Julian, Ernie, and his other comrades. His two friends were fashioning pins to themselves, upon which an animated badger devoured a black crow. No doubtedly, they had made the wearables themselves, she thought. Cedric wore his robes still, and his perfectly curved jaw was resting upon his long opened fingers as he stared absentmindedly at the commotion around him. His huge ocean eyes were today narrowed with a sort of sadness, and he wore an expression of utter disinterest. Feeling the girl’s eyes on him, though, he slowly raised his gaze. Then, he sat up a little straighter, and swallowed.

His breathtaking stare looked almost doe-like as he invited her in with them, and his flush pink lips parted just a little as he made no effort of dismissing her. Julian and Ernie both straightened as well, staring knowingly at the girl. Beside her, Hannah threw her a reassuring glance before drifting into the crowd and over to her friends, knowing full well that Y/N would not follow. Julian and Ernie greeted her warmly, quickly losing interest in the frozened girl, unlike their friend. Still, Cedric sat, his eyes flickering over her unreadable expression like he was trying to sift through her jumbled thoughts himself. It was impossible, though, for a million things jumped around her skull at that moment. Looking at him now, it almost felt like seeing a new person. The noise around her seemed to drown out, making her levitate in a kind of empty void, where it was just she and he. He was Cedric, her best friend, and there was simply no changing that. But, as she found her gaze locked to the little things-- the curve of his cheekbones, the crease of smile lines by his eyes, and the loose golden brown curl which invaded his forehead, she couldn’t not see how breathtakingly extraordinary he was, simply sitting there. As if reading her, those massive blue eyes softened affectionately, and he started to stand from his chair.

Now it was too much. Realizing what was happening and having no instinct but to panic, the girl sucked in a large cold breath of air and bolted. Before she could be tailed, she was weaving in and out of clustered students and through the Common Room’s entrance. As soon as she made it to the torch lit halls, she was bolting.

“Shit,” she cursed as she flew down the halls. “Shit, shit shit!”

She wasn’t sure whether she was feeling more anger at herself for the way she’d just handled Cedric, or the way she was about to handle Draco. The wind snapped at her cheeks as she ran, already something like twenty minutes late as she drifted by the open corridors and expanse of inky night sky. Her feet carried her right, left, and up a set of stairs. Her breath was short by the time she’d made it to the final flight of stairs. And, as she reached the Astronomy Tower, she felt her heart only start to beat even faster. Collecting herself, she pulled her sweater over her little hands for comfort, counted to ten, and rounded the corner.

Draco was there, back to her, leaning laily against the tower’s large support bar. He wore a black button up and tight-fitting black pants, paired unsurprisingly with shiny black shoes to match. In front of him, the sky faced the boy, winking millions of shiny smiles upon him. Up there, from where she stood, it looked almost as if he was levitating in the sky, surrounded by the Tower’s knicks and knacks. The moon was absolutely huge that night, and it cast a milky white glow over the boy. In that moment, she fell quiet. It was stunning, actually. The way the boy looked against the canvas of splattered stars looked almost unreal, and so serene that she didn’t want to disturb it. When she didn’t speak, he did.

“Hello,” he mumbled quietly, still turned to her.

The girl stood still, feeling very intrusive, “hi.”

Slowly, he turned. Almost unbelievably, he looked even more handsome with the light spilling out from behind him. It framed him, like a seeping bubble of a whitish glow. His hands were tucked neatly into his pockets, his chest rippled against the form-fitting fabric he wore, and his snow-white hair practically shone. Most notable of all were those icy eyes. She tensed up, feeling his enormous yet gentle gaze give her an up and down look before tilting to the sky, where the moon and stars seeped into their black iris.’

“Almost thought you weren’t coming,” he leaned his left side against the tower’s frame.

The girl navigated under the huge spherical gold structure in the centre of the tower, past the array of spinning globes, and around the brassy telescopes which filled the stone structure. From around her, torches released crisp embers, and different sorts of gentle squeaks and tinkling items sounded.

“Sorry,” she apologized, putting a few feet of space between herself and Draco.

Even from there, she caught a whiff of that dark cologne and sharp minty scent, a constant reminder of the frustrating and inexplicable power he had over her.

“I was caught up,” she explained briefly, pushing her sights to the sky.

“Mmm,” Draco voiced quietly, “with what?”

This brought her eyes right back to him. He still looked forward, and he was so still and soft spoken that she swore she’d imagined him asking her about herself.

“What?” she gaped softly.

His eyes dragged, as if through mud, to meet her own.

His expression was hard and cold, but there it was again, “what held you up? Tell me.”

Still yet, the girl could not believe what she was hearing.

“You want to know?” she laughed in disbelief.

There it was. Just the ever so slight tilt of Malfoy’s lips into a bemused smile. But it was so fleeting that again it seemed her mind was playing tricks on her. Then he turned back to the stars, stifling a breathy chuckle.

“Well, I thought we were going to talk, no?” he stated at last.

“Y-- yeah,” she agreed confusedly, “right.”

It was odd, actually. She’d handed the boy the very thing he wanted most, or so he thought, and now she was sneaking out to see him, and for what exactly? Of course, Harry would have it that she was getting to know Malfoy’s secrets and expose him as a death eater, and that’s what she’d promised, but as she stood there now, it all seemed kind of ridiculous. And what was more was that she felt mad for wanting to do it, especially given that the last time she’d seen him he’d practically choke-slammed her into a bathroom wall. In fact, a part of her wondered what he had to gain from this at all, given that he’d already won what he thought was the Felix Felicis from her.

“Well,” she admitted nervously, taking a seat, “it’s er, just silly. Nothing you’d want to hear.”

She rested her bottom against the scraped up wood floors of the tower, folding her arms on the bar in front of her and resting her chin atop it. The breeze was cold and delicious as it played with her hair. The creaks and clanks of the noisy tower comforted her silence.

Draco hummed softly in thought, “I thought we were going to learn to trust each other?”

The girl turned her head, and Draco was staring at her again, dead serious.

Her mouth fell open, “oh. Well… okay. But, you must promise you won’t laugh.”

His expression didn’t so much as budge, “okay.”

Still looking back at his fiercely intense gaze, she explained, “well it’s a few things. For one, my first match is tomorrow. I-- I’m sure you know, and… well I don’t want to disappoint everyone.”

She paused to let him reply, but he just waited for her to continue, still standing and towering above her. Anxiously, she curled her hands into each other, and began digging her nails into the soft flesh of her palms.

“Then there’s my friends,” she continued, speaking to the sky so as to ease the tension. “And just how I’m feeling. Or, well--” she shuttered, “what I’m not feeling? I don’t know. I don’t know and so I’ve been distancing myself, and well I just feel so disconnected from--”

She paused. Not wanting to go too into detail, she failed to mention Cedric. Her skin stung now, from where she clawed its surface.

“I just feel disconnected from everyone,” she finished quietly.

Draco stared, still, like he knew there was more. Too nervous to meet his stare, the girl exhaled a long and slow breath, her lashes fluttering. Finally, admitting what had been weighing on her most, she spoke.

“And with everything going on, you know, with Voldemort,” she breathed, her statement of the Dark Lord’s name making Draco’s eyes grow, “I’ve just been thinking a lot about my mother and father.”

She finished her thought, letting it drift from the air as she swallowed the tightness that grasped at her throat, and blinked away the moisture which brimmed at her eyes. The girl squeezed her palms together fiercely in her lap and avoided the slender boy’s scrutiny. A rather sharp gust of wind caught on her nose, sending a sprinkle of a pinkish color through her cheeks. Beside her, Draco cleared his throat, and she could hear his footfalls thumping lightly towards her.

“Y/N,” he commanded softly, drawing her large eyes up to his own.

He had his long ring-clad fingers tucked snugly into his dress pockets, and his lashes fluttered as he towered over her. Draco Malfoy’s large black shadow engulfed her, shrouding the girl beneath him in darkness. Feeling small beneath the boy, the girl tilted her jaw a little higher.

“First,” he sighed contemplatively, his magnificent icy gaze flickering over her face, “you needn’t worry about tomorrow.”

Her jaw loosened in surprise, the girl’s brow arching.

“I saw you at tryouts,” he reminded her of their not-so-pleasant encounter on the quidditch pitch.

The girl let loose a nervous laugh, “yeah… well... ”

“You’re one of the finest beaters I’ve seen,” he asserted, silencing whatever thoughts were encroaching upon her. “Far better than Ravenclaw’s,” he added calmly but authoritatively.

Dumbfounded by his remarks, the girl found herself unable to reply. Draco, unbothered, stuck his thumbs out from his pockets and ran them along his trouser’s pockets absentmindedly. His silver rings gleamed beautifully under the moonlight as he continued.

“Second,” he inhaled a deep breath, taking another step closer to her. “Feeling distant from everyone,” he phrased unsuredly, “it’s-- it’s perfectly normal.”

The snow white boy’s silver-blue gaze held the girl’s quickly beating lashes steadily. Slowly, he tucked his lower lip between his teeth, letting the words catch on his tongue before opening his rosy lips cautiously.

“I know the feeling,” he murmured knowingly, his eyes moving to the dusty wooden planks of the Astronomy Tower’s floor, out to the sky, then back to his interest’s face. Blinking slowly, he added, “you mustn’t feel guilt on account of feelings you can’t control.”

Frozen in pleasant shock, the girl’s eyes grew, and she just looked at him as if he were some foreign creature or something of the sort. She didn’t quite grasp the depth of his implications, but his words alone mader her head swim in sluggish circles, and prompted her eyes to create constellations of their own in her now blurring vision. Seeing this, and displeased by her silence, the slender boy’s throat rumbled, and his brow creased.

“Do you understand?” he commanded her softly, his jaw pulsating lightly against his hollowed cheeks. “Yes, or no?”

Hesitantly, she nodded, drawing a satisfied hum from the boy.

“Good,” he decided with an exhale. “Now.”

The boy released several short breaths, and turned his attention to the nebulas above them. Moistening his lips with his tongue, Draco pondered quietly to the night sky, letting the tinkling and clinking of the Astronomy Tower fill his silence.

“Missing your mother and father is only understandable,” he spoke. “Their love is one that is difficult,” he muttered reflectively, “and complicated. And maybe understanding it isn’t in the cards for us.”

Leaning against the cool metal frame of the tower, the boy flickered his eyes momentarily to the girl’s. There was just something so odd about it. Something so odd about “us.”

“But,” he continued with a sigh. “Everything they did was driven by love, whether you might understand it or not. Your mother gave up her life proving so, and your father--”

He stopped, like his prompter was cut short. Like his mouth had gone dry. Like there was nothing that could be said. But then, finally, he breathed a defeated completion.

“No matter the outcome, you have a place in his heart. In their hearts. No doubtedly they would be proud of the woman you’ve become,” he stated surely, turning his frame back towards the girl.

This time, she was already awaiting his gaze. Only, hers was dampened with the tears his words had created. Tightening her hands more yet, and feeling a droplet of moisture catch on her cheek, the girl responded breathily.

“How could you be sure?”

For the first time, perhaps ever, she watched as something raw filled the boy’s face. Compassion, she thought. It was compassion that dressed the bend of his frown and the flicker of his tired eyes as he fixated his attention upon her moonlight-filled tear. It was compassion that drove the bend of his knees as Malfoy lowered himself slowly to the balls of his feet, so that he crouched closely above her, devouring their proximity and finding his eyes nearly level with her own. The boy clenched his jaw, his white skin glowing vampirically as he protruded a hand from his pocket and ever so slowly lowered it to the girl’s cheek. Her breaths found themselves cemented to her paper-dry throat as Draco Malfoy’s long fingers came in contact with her petite face, where he unsuredly touched his index finger to her cheek so as to collect her free-falling droplet. Her whole body tensed at his cold touch, but he paid it no attention. With the shadows playing in the hollow’s of his sharp features, and the cosmos in his pupils, he’d never looked more ethereal. Silently, he raised his finger up to his nose with fascination, where his eyes nearly crossed in speculation as he scrutinized the girl’s tear upon his finger. After a few moments of quiet passed, he lowered his large hand, refocusing his effulgent silver stare on the girl, who hadn’t moved in nearly a minute.

Calmly, he commanded her again, “breathe.”

So she did. Releasing the horrible knot in her chest, the girl sucked in the cold air and the ever-present scent of Draco’s pervasive cologne. He tilted his head to the left in silent satisfaction, feasting on her entirely with his eyes as he gave her time to simply be.

“Your hands,” he said finally. “Give them to me.”

“What?” the girl gaped softly, taken aback by his request.

“Give them to me,” he ordered frankly, bouncing his weight impatiently on the backs of his heels.

Knowing better than to tell him no, the girl obeyed the boy, and unfolded her hands. There, beneath the folds of her golden sweater, were subtle but distinct piercings. She tried to slide the folds of the fabric over her palms discreetly, but Draco only snapped a low grumble at her and seized her right hand from her left, making the girl huff out a noise of distasteful surprise. The boy crawled his left hand under her right, cupping her warm wrists to his cold and opened palm. Instantaneously, Malfoy’s touch sent electricity through her blood, despite the simplicity within it. He continued ignoring her, his face hardening and nostrils flaring as he peeled back her knit fabric and observed the lightly bleeding skin beneath it. The expression he wore struck a chord in her chest, making her tense rightfully at his disdain. Draco dragged his eyes slowly up to hers, wearing a look of mingled anger and melancholy.

Not knowing how to reply, the girl muttered a guilty, “s-- sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” he muttered quietly, paying her eyes absolutely no attention as he spoke frankly to her lips. “But don’t do it again.”

The girl nodded a little.

“Say yes,” he demanded, meeting her gaze with his fierce icy one. “Tell me yes.”

Nervously, the girl’s lips parted, and she stuttered out his words of affirmation obediently, “yes, Malfoy.”

He exhaled with satisfaction, struggling to stifle the creepings of a smirk upon the edges of his full lips.

“What?” she pressed him lightly, her brows raising.

Draco’s lips cracked into a little smile now, and the boy shook his head with a quiet laugh. Alarmingly, this was both infuriatingly unaddressed, and the first time she’d ever procured even a hint of a genuine happiness from the boy’s flush lips. Of course, much to her annoyance, the quick flash of those paper white teeth and his accompanying left-dimple suited the boy incredibly well.

“It’s nothing,” he assured, doing little to conceal the lie entangled in his smirk.

Seeing the girl’s hardened face, the boy only creaked open further, an audible laugh quickly rumbling out from the depths of his throat before being promptly stifled with a clear of his throat.

“It’s nothing,” he assured again, reaching his other arm forward, “now give me your hands.”

Annoyed, the girl did not obey his wishes this time. Instead, she folded her arms over one another and silently demanded explanation from the boy with her big doe-eyes. Draco, seeing this, grew promptly unamused.

“Give me them,” he said again, his voice dropping dangerously.

Aware her next words would displease him, the girl showed him her teeth, “or what?”

No doubt expecting her cheek, the words had barely escaped her tongue before Draco Malfoy went leaping forward. His large veiny hands had their grip around her wrists in moments, the weight lifting from his feet as he dragged the protesting girl up from her patch of floor and to the balls of her feet, where she stood struggling beneath him. Flailing unsuccessfully, she cried out in protest, but Draco contained her weight easily in the strength of his arms alone. As if she were nothing but a little child, he swung her round and, carefully this time, pushed the girl’s back to the supporting beam of the Astronomy Tower. There, he pinned her wrists to the front of his button-up, where she was forced to feel her every movement against the flat and rippled front of his chest. There, where she had to bend her chin up to stare upwards into his absurdly amused face.

“Malfoy!?” she exclaimed with frustration, her chest heaving.

For the second time that night, he cracked the girl a smile. And, it was the same sort of sickly prideful one he'd worn only a minute ago.

“We must stop doing this,” he chuckled amusedly, something dark manifesting in his black iris.’ Then, seeing her squirm still, he cooed gently, “give up, please.”

Horrified, the girl’s mouth fell open, and she moved to thrash at him. But, quickly realizing she had absolutely no power beneath the grip of his freezing colg rings, she let her weight release. Peeling her weight off of Draco Malfoy’s front, the girl leaned back with exasperated defeat.

The two sat briefly in the noise of the Tower’s creaking ornamentals, and the smell of fire and crisp wind alike. The massive golden structure of the tower whirred quietly along as the sky began to speckle itself with a light-falling rain.

Still gripping her wrists, Draco sucked his bottom lip beneath his pearly white teeth, his frosty eyes crinkling as he eyed her with interest, “you really are defiant.”

“And you really are demanding,” she grumbled, very much still aware of his skin being flush to her arms.

“Correct,” he affirmed, “though one of us seems more fruitless in outcome, wouldn’t you agree?”

Trying to feign displeasure but unable to manage, the girl chuckled, “you asshole.”

Draco Malfoy’s nose did the unthinkable and actually crinkled. So did his eyes, and next his cheek lines. Seeing him now, the girl barely recognized him. But, still, he only let his vulnerability trickle through instantaneously, for soon, his face had settled once again. As he moved his eyes down, first to the girl’s lips, and then to her hands, he sighed. Calmly, he procured his hawthorn wand and gripped it in his right hand, maintaining the girl’s wrists in his left. She watched in quiet thought as he dragged his long fingers down her arm and lifted her palms to the level of his eyes, where he muttered softly and tapped the tip of his wand to her little wounds. At once, the skin on her hands closed, and then cleared, leaving no trace of the indents left by her nails. The girl watched his concentrated expression intently, feeling her breath relax and grip settle as she untensed beneath his touch. This time, for the first time, she felt completely safe before the boy. Watching as Draco moved to her next hand, she stood in mesmerized silence and admired the sharp features of the snow-white boy. His full and semi jutted lower lip, the perfect symmetry of his sloped nose, and of course, those ever-glittering eyes. He once more closed her self-inflicted damages before turning her hand over, where he paused at the sight of the large bruise he’d left on her hand the day before.

“Malfoy--” she began.

“I am sorry,” he said softly, his eyes fluttering back to hers. “I don’t enjoy hurting you, you know.”

The girl’s mouth, still open, came to a close. Not knowing what to say, she settled for a half-smile and a little nod. Draco barely reacted, choosing to close the awkwardness with a flourish of his wand, by which the bruises on her hand disappeared. Done with his work, Draco loosened his grip. Only, when the girl went to retract her hand, he fastened his rings to her arm once more, his gaze coming firmly up to hers.

“Draco,” he said quietly. “Can you call me Draco?”

Searching his intense gaze, the girl felt a lump in her throat grow. She had never suspected that in her many years of feuding with the boy that they would be like this. He, asking her to address him by his first name, and she, not wanting to answer too quickly for fear of losing his touch. How? How was it, that in so short a time, Draco Malfoy had grown parasitically to her heart like this? There was simply no shaking him. There was simply no ridding herself of him, she realized. And, what was more was that she didn’t want to be rid of him. No, that ungodly piercing stare wrapped a hold on her tighter than the Devil’s Snare, and she wondered if perhaps she had the same effect on him. Clearing her throat and regaining her senses at last, the girl nodded.

“Yes, Draco,” she said almost inaudibly.

His hard eyes softened, and he released her in reward, “thank you.”

“O‘course,” she mumbled half-heartedly.

Letting their space remove them once more, Draco took several steps back and folded his hands into his pockets as he had before.

“Now,” he said calmly, “you said you wanted my trust. Well, go ahead. Ask of me what you want.”

The blond blinked slowly, running his tongue against his teeth and watching as the girl’s face reddened.

“W-- well--” she began unsteadily.

It wasn’t as if she could simply ask him if he was a death eater. It wasn’t as if, at that moment, she wanted that answer. She knew what she believed but there was simply no way of going about asking. There was simply no method by which she could check without falling under immediate suspicion. She wasn’t ready to lose this. Finding herself at a loss for words as she met his intense crystalline stare, the girl swallowed.

“When can I see you next?”

. . .

The day of the quidditch match was upon them. It was with a muddy mind and an empty stomach that the girl had headed towards the Great Hall that morning. Her chest felt weighted with stones as housemates passed her, giving her slaps to her back and cheers as she slinked through the corridors. As she rounded the corner into the Great Hall, she felt her blood go hot, and straight into her face. Cedric wore a tight fitting quidditch sweater with a large black stripe in its center, like hers. It, as well as his freshly washed hair, suited him gorgeously. More yet, he’d had his body turned so that, when she saw him, there was simply nowhere to go. And the girl decided as he stood up that such a thing was okay. Decidedly so. It was time to stop hiding from him. After all, she couldn’t bear to go another second as they had been of late. The Hufflepuff seeker combed a large hand through his golden brown mane and gave his friend a half-hearted smile as he approached her, a large basket of bacon clutched firmly in his other. He smelt of aftershave and fresh linen, she thought.

“Hullo,” Cedric said nervously when they met in the middle of the Hall.

Being that it was the day of the match, students were rowdy, mingling, and all about the place, so no one really took notice.

“Hi,” the girl replied nervously, attempting a smile.

Cedric’s face fell momentarily, then lit up once more.

“What?” she tried with an arch of her brow.

“W-- nothing,” he waved his hand with embarrassment, his canines flashing. “Just uh-- I’ve missed hearing your voice. Almost forgot what it sounded like.”

Her smile fell, “oh, hey. Hey, Ced. Ced I’m really sorry.”

“No, c’mon Y/N,” he dismissed her, “don’t be. Okay? It’s me who should apologize, alright? It wasn’t right for me to just, you know--”

He stopped, and his massive ocean colored eyes navigated the girl’s face as he fell momentarily quiet.

“...to drop something like that on you,” he finished softly, his shoulders slumping.

“Ced--” she tried.

“No, seriously,” he said, strongly this time. “I get it. You and I, we’re best friends, you know?”

“Yeah but--” she began.

“And I wouldn’t trade that for anything,” he cut her off, letting loose a sharp little sigh.

And there it was. I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Somehow, hearing those words told her everything she’d needed to know. This horrible, horrible pain shot through her chest and sunk its poisonous teeth into her heart, making the girl grow cold with hurt. Cedric, narrowing his eyes and touching his tongue to his lips in observation, tilted his head.

“Right?” he asked her.

Mentally scraping the glue from her throat, the girl suppressed the sudden sting behind her eyes and gulped back a shaky, “yeah. Right.”

Her stomach rolled circles inside her body, making the girl nauseous. The Hall seemed to get foggy, and merely looking at the sunkissed boy before her felt as if it was taking everything from her. No, not right, she thought. Not right at all. Something about it all felt entirely wrong.

“Hey you,” Cedric cut her thoughts short, “you alright?”

“Of course,” she shot back her lie quickly, feigning a smile.

The boy stopped. His eyes widened. He knew her too well and she knew that. She suspected he could see right through her at that very moment. But, deciding it was no longer his place, Cedric let it go.

“Here,” he cleared his throat, handing her the basket of bacon he’d collected. “Stole this from the table and slathered it in maple syrup,” he grinned, “your favorite.”

The girl’s stomach growled eagerly in reply, “you didn’t have to do that.”

Cedric’s smile doubled in size, “of course I did. It’s your big day today.”

“Our big day,” she corrected as the boy shook his head, his locks spilling all over the place.

“Well, you’ve been preparing for this for ages,” he said, kneeling so as to be level with her.

Cedric reached his slender fingers into the pockets of his black jeans, from which he produced a small yellow pin. It had a number on it. The number two, like her jersey. Grinning, the boy leaned his perfect nose towards his friend’s face and fastened the little charm to her jersey before standing tall above her once more, his hands crawling back into the depths of his pants. Sighing, and awarding the girl with that dopey lopsided grin, he affirmed himself again.

“Your day,” he said again, bumping his right shoulder awkwardly to hers.

He made sure not to touch her. Not really, at least. And she’d noticed.

“Thanks, Ced,” she said, the words coming dry and slow.

He nodded curtly, forcing a smile, “I’ll see you out there.”

. . .

The game itself was a blur. It felt entirely hallucinogenic, she decided. As the Hufflepuff team had made their way out onto the field, the girl placed strategically before Cedric, all of her senses went numb. The second her foot made contact with the dewy grass, deafening cheers and whoops invaded her skull. Up in the Gryffindor booth, Y/N could make out her friends in the stands, all sporting her house’s colors. Hermione had even animated a set of gold and black fireworks above the heads of herself, and a beaming Ron, Harry, Neville, Luna, and Ginny. Over in the Slytherin stands, the main color of support was, unsurprisingly, blue. Narrowing her eyes as she sifted through the sea of Ravenclaw support, the girl found Draco. He stood, engulfed by his blue clad comrades, wearing a knit gray sweater and no sign of navy. Not quite supporting her, she thought. But, for the first time in his probable existence, not refuting Hufflepuff house. Still, the familiar faces did nothing to soothe her nerves. In fact, feeling that she’d let her friends down, the girl only panicked further as she strode towards the centre of the field. Searching desperately for comfort, the girl threw a look over her shoulder. Cedric Diggory already awaited her eyes, almost as if he’d been expecting her fear-filled look to find solace in his confident one. The boy appeared dashing in his golden robes and long leathery boots. Giving her a slow nod, and then a wink, just for her, she felt her heart rise.

“Just like we practiced, remember?!” he yelled over the noise.

The girl nodded nervously, her lips quivering and heart racing. Cedric, seeing her, laughed. It was a kind and deep and beautiful laugh. And in that laugh, he told her everything she’d needed to hear. Time seemed to slow as the boy’s lips split into the smile she’d cherished so much. His huge azure globes crinkled as he looked at her, and her only. His brownish locks bounced sloppishly over his already glistening brow, and in that moment, made the world go still beneath her feet. No matter of time or distance could keep her from that laugh, she realized as the world went quiet around her. Nothing could. As she regained awareness, she heard the boy’s hoarse voice disregard her fears.

“Hearing me Y/L/N?!” he screamed louder yet, “I BELIEVE IN YOU!!”

All of her teammates (Hannah and Julian included), hearing this, bellowed defiantly in support. And then it was time. They met in the middle, facing their blue clad opposers. The Ravenclaw beaters looked ready for blood, the girl noted as she mounted her broom. And, soon after taking flight, she learned she was right. At once, the noise became a mere muffled cacophony, and Y/N’s best friend was out of sight. From the second Hooch’s whistle blew, the girl was hunting bludgers left, right, and centre. She and her fellow beater, Julian, exchanged confident nods before heading to work. It was one thing to say they were good individually, but together, they were truly unstoppable. Y/N, going mainly for clearance, blew every bludger from its trajectory with full and rounded swings that had no destination in mind. Julian, conversely, honed in on targets near Y/N’s, working more slowly but setting the bludger’s sights on any person he could possibly arouse fear in. Together, they coordinated their blows, so that two sets of flying balls would barrel full speed at the Ravenclaw team in a chaotic disaster that sent the opposing targeted team members ducking and diving at every instant. Simultaneously, strategic maneuvers from the team’s other support meant Hufflepuff was looking in good shape. But, not good enough. Still needing the snitch catch to win the game, Y/N squinted her eyes to the cloudless blue sky.

“Ravenclaw and Hufflpuff’s seekers both have their eyes on the snitch!” the commentator announced through his wand.

There, sure enough, a yellow and blue set of specks in the sky whirled. In front of them buzzed the barely visible spherical shape of the flying snitch. Now, as the crowd gasped collectively, the two boys zoomed overhead and behind the Hufflepuff team. Most unfortunately, blue had the advantage, with the Ravenclaw seeker happening to be closer to the object upon its identification. With Cedric close behind, time was running out. More yet, at the same time, a massive bludger had headed straight for the girl’s nose, and it came right as an idea struck her racing mind. Remaining perfectly still, the girl straightened on her broom and gripped her sweaty fingers to the little bat.

“What are you doing?!” Julian bellowed from across the pitch, watching the girl’s eyes narrow on the bludger.

“Bludger Backbeat!” she yelled back, her hands shaking now.

“Y/N are you bloody sure?!” his mouth dropped, no one below taking note of their hollers, or hearing them at all. “You could hit Ced!?”

The girl heaved. There were only seconds now. Turning, she raised two fingers above her head in an arc-like motion, praying to whoever was listening that Cedric’s sharp eyes caught her gesture. Then, as the bludger approached her at its barrelling speed, she swung her bat, only she did it with a back-handed maneuver, rather than the usual swing forward. Upon impact, the bludger made a horrible deafening noise, banging horrendously and flying over the back of her head and past the team’s chaser, through the Hufflepuff’s side of the pitch, and towards Ravenclaw’s seeker. The girl spun around on her broom to watch, the air gnawing her overheated skin as the crowd below drew in a huge gasp. One. Two. Three. The bludger made its trajectory, whizzing straight at the seeker’s head. Cedric, seeing it from behind, dove under his opponent in a U-like shape, while his dumbfounded and startled opposition barrel rolled off his course so as to avoid contact with the bludger. It happened in a mere moment. First went the Ravenclaw seeker to the right and up, saving himself from a brutal beating. And then went Cedric, losing no time as he inclined straight past him, steering his broom back up and building speed. Utilizing the opposition’s confusion, Cedric took the lead. A long arm extended out. His face scrunched. His hand closed.

“DIGGORY CATCHES THE SNITCH!! HUFFLEPUFF WINS!!”

The cheers were deafening as the crowd below burst into volcanic support, with gold and black colors alike lighting the stadium’s arc. The girl clapped her hands to her mouth in excited shock, a brief little laugh escaping her dried lips as she bent forward on her broom in glee. He’d done it. She’d done it. Her eyes welled up with tears as she turned to Julian, who had his arms up in triumphant support, his mouth agape.

“BLOODY HELL, YOU’VE DONE IT!!” he screamed.

The girl chuckled, a hand flying up to clutch her racing heart. Turning slowly on her broom, she met her blue opposers, who all suspended themselves in the air like horrified frozen statues. Below her, the crowd began to chant. Her blood rushing to her ears and cascading with adrenaline, she hadn’t even noticed what they were saying at first. Her eyes fell then to Cedric, who zoomed into the centre of the pitch, raising the golden snitch above his head. Then, slowly, he turned to his friend. From only a dozen feet away, she watched as the brunette, drenched in sweat, lowered his arm. Wiping his head on the back of his yellow sleeve, he grinned that magnificent grin, his head rocking in surprise as he began to laugh a bellowing laugh. Moving his arm, and still grasping the snitch, he pointed to his friend. It was then that the crowd grew louder yet, and she’d finally made out their words. It was one word, actually. Looking down in stupefaction, her eyes widened. It was her last name. From below her feet, all around the stadium, students and professors alike were chanting her own name right up to the girl’s dangling toes. She couldn’t really see any of them, but their noise surely warmed her still-racing heart. As her broom began its slow descent to the ground, the girl raised her eyes up once more. Cedric was still there, matching her pace as he lowered in time with her. His huge white smile glittered, his face filled with an indescribable pride for his friend. Her heart’s thrum skipped faster now, but not at the noise. No, it was for him. The beautiful orange sun made Cedric’s glistening skin almost sparkle, and despite being filthy and covered in dirt, she’d never wanted to be closer to the boy. As they reached the soft green grass, his long boots meshed with the ground, and he dismounted his broom slowly, like there was all the time in the world now. The girl, however, was in more of a rush. To her, time had never demanded more of her. Stumbling off of her broom, she threw the thing to the ground and began approaching her friend. Slow at first, but then a little faster. The noise meant little to her now, as did the crowd. Only one voice emerged from the thousands around her.

“Bludger Backbeat!” he laughed. “I knew you could do it!”

Cedric beamed, one hand on his broom as he leaned against its wooden hold. The girl ignored him. She heard nothing now. She could only see one thing. Her heart felt as if it was a mere moment from blowing out of her chest as she began to run. Cedric, watching, furrowed his brow with a confused little smile.

“Y/N what are you do--” he started.

But the words never came. Or, if they did, they were caught only by the girl’s opened lips. Throwing herself desperately at the boy, the girl leapt from the balls of her feet so as to reach the towering brunette. Her arms flew around his neck, her chest barrelled into his, and she kissed him. With cracked lips and a dirt stained cheek, she kissed him. Her lips locked straight into his already opened ones, which instinctively, he closed. For a second, everything went still. Her, him, and the stadium alike. And then, as if time was unfreezing itself slowly from a crackling icy hold, she felt Cedric’s two large hands slap her back, and he was scooping her up closer to his body, so that he could kiss his friend right back. Somehow, if possible, the cries from around them nearly doubled in volume. Cedric cradled his girl to his chest, holding her weight effortlessly to his lean frame as her hands climbed his neck and made their way into his hair. Her little fingers sunk into his drenched locks as she forced her lips harshly to his own with need. And it didn’t matter that they were being watched. It didn’t matter that they both likely smelt putrid. No, as Cedric’s right hand came to the back of Y/N’s head and bolstered her lips closer yet, the two couldn’t have cared less about anything but each other in that moment. Pulling away at last, the girl’s eyes opened, as did Cedric’s massive ocean colored ones. Both of them, mirroring one another, wore ridiculously large grins. Cedric’s nose scrunched in disbelief, and he dipped quickly in once more to peck her lips again, like he had to make sure those were really hers, for him. The girl felt the tension in her heart, the one that’d built up there for over a week, dissolve. She went sinking to the balls of her feet and squinting through the yolky blaring sun to stare at the beautifully bronzed boy.

Unbelievably flustered and not knowing what else to say, the girl laughed, “sorry! I know you said we’re better as friends and I just--”

Cedric silenced her this time, a handsome rumbling laugh emitting from his throat as he pushed the girl’s head in towards him with his hand, and brought his gorgeous pink lips to her forehead with a chuckle.

“You really are daft,” he said with a snort, releasing the dumbfounded girl.

[dreamii-yume]

HEHE HI I'M THE SAME ANON WHO SIMPS FOR DEUCE, AND YES YUME AAAAA (ﾉ*0*)ﾉ❤️💕❤️💕

So, basically, Deuce receiving a phone call from his mom while he's getting it on with darling 👀 and he forces her to talk to his mom while he's hitting it back ya know what I'm saying?! 😩 Like legit, Darling's just trying her best to muffle her moans as she's bent over the mattress with Deuce rearranging her guts, not even caring about what her mom's saying on the phone anymore as her eyes roll up in ecstacy and cumming hard on his dick AAAAAAA lmao hope it's okay!!! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)❤️❤️❤️

Chokes omg darling YESS???

Warnings : Non-Con | Yandere

The sheer amount of P A N I C alone had almost brought you into yet another embarrassing orgasm. His phone ringing not too far from the bed, where Deuce had you pinned down in all fours with his hand on top of your head. Filled with nothing but tears and moans, your fucked-out state barely manages to keep your consciousness intact as you glanced towards the vibrating device. For a moment there, you resented such a thing for bringing you back to full-awareness, when you were just about ready to pass out from the mixture of pain and pleasure swirling down your weeping pussy. But at the same time, you saw it as a desperate opportunity to get yourself out of your current situation.

Deuce was far too engraved in getting his dick wet over and over again as he slams continuously without rest inside of you, treating your pussy more of a fleshlight at this point. With his mouth offering small apologies and compliments of how good you felt, you didn’t think he even heard the sound of his own ringtone echoing throughout the room. Not when the sound of skin slapping against each other seemed to be even more pleasing to his ear alone. You didn’t know what you were trying to do, but getting fucked for almost an hour now had your mind in complete shambles that the most logical thing you can do at this moment was to reach out for that phone. You can’t quite see who exactly was calling on the other side, but no matter who it is, if they could at least just hear what kind of predicament you’re in, surely they’ll come running...correct?

However, it was just your luck when Deuce had opened his eyes to bask in the pleasure once more, just in time to see you struggling to reach for his phone. “Ah…” He was finally aware of the current caller and you felt him flinched behind you, you don’t know whether to take that as a good or a bad sign. “...I-It’s mom...” He muttered out, groaning as his grip against your hips tightened.

With that, you widened your eyes in realization and slowly retracted your hand away from answering that call. You could ask her for help, but it’s Deuce’s mother! It’s not very likely that she would come to believe you so easily since no mother can ever truly doubt their son like this. I mean, how could she not even believe someone like you over her own sweet child, who had been such a good son up until now? You might just end up making a fool of yourself! You let out a whimper that unfortunately caught Deuce’s attention as he reached for the phone himself and looked at you, gulping.

Then, to your surprise, he bought the phone right next to your ear as he leaned in to the other. “I can’t...ignore a call from mom...” He said, face flushed but his eyes were hazy as if he had been drinking alcohol all night long. “But I can’t face her...in this state...”

“So, please…Do the talking for me...”

You let out a sharp gasp, a shriek scraping against your throat as he slammed down inside you so hard that your vision darkened for a split second. Despite being able to barely recover from such an impact though, Deuce only repeated the same brutal thrust like it was normal, his aggressive grunts had your stomach rolling and swirling full of butterflies. He wants you to talk to his mom? At this state? If he can’t do it with the way he is right now, then what makes him think that you can!?

“Deuce? Hello, it’s mom~!”

And just like that, you clasped your hand over your mouth as soon as you heard the woman’s lovely voice on the other side of the device. It was taking all your willpower to not to let out questionable noises when Deuce wasn’t even cutting you off the slack by even attempting to slow down behind you. “Deuce?” His mom called once again, worried to hear a relative pause in the line. You glanced at the guy with widened, panicked eyes, begging for help in this situation, but he was too engrossed pounding you like there’s no tomorrow. That’s when you realized that there was no way Deuce was going to help you out with this, he’s probably gets on the fact that he was forcing you to do this in the first place.

So, with no other choice, you carefully opened your trembling lips and tried to stable your voice as much as possible. “Y-Yes...? This is...(Y/N) speaking...” You replied, trying to sound as cheerful as the woman knew you to be. “G-Good evening...!”

“Oh, (Y/N)? Are you with Deuce right now?”

You resorted into slamming your face in the bed sheets to muffle your moans once in a while. “Y-Yes...! Um, he’s...He’s...” You took another glanced at the man behind you. “He’s s-sleeping right now...”

You heard the woman gave a naïve sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought something happened since he usually picks up within the first ring of his phone.” She laughed. “Anyway, I don’t want to disturb too much! You’re with Deuce for a reason, aren’t you~? Don’t worry, mom approves and supports the two of you~!”

You faked a laugh, but it sounded awkward and nervous in your opinion as you were trying so hard not to cringe at her attempt of playful teasing. “I just wanted to wish him a happy birthday, could you say that to him in my place, dear?” She said, a sweet mother that she is, unaware of the true nature of his son. “He’s been worrying a lot about his future and trying the best I’d ever seen him do, so naturally, as his mother, I’m really proud.”

“I’m lucky to have him, but I’d say he’s also as lucky to have someone as sweet as you so early on in his life.” She continued; she’s sounds so sentimental that it makes you want to cry for her kindness alone. “So, please take care of my little Deuce for me, will you? I’m counting on you~”

You closed your eyes, gulping down the building saliva inside your mouth and lowered your head down in shame. “...Yes, o-of course...”

And with a cheerful goodbye, Deuce’s sweet precious mother had finally hanged up and you couldn’t help but to let out a sob right after. Clinging onto the sheets, finally letting all those suppressed moans and shrieks out, your vaginal walls clenching uncontrollably against his dick in guilt. “So...Tight...” Deuce sighed, he was listening in until the very end and couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. “You’re...gonna take care of me...as promised, huh...”

You reacted quite abruptly as he went in deep inside, knocking against your abused cervix to cause your eyes to roll back and to blank your mind. “I can’t wait...” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, a change of pace from constantly trying to bruise up your hips. “W-We’re perfect...for each other.”

“I love you...!”

And with that, you could barely even register the warm liquid flowing through and slowly filling you up from the inside. Your mind wasn’t able to comprehend anything he said right after, the comforting feeling of slumber pulling you down was even more tempting. Especially when combined with how warm Deuce’s hand felt on the top of your head and his lips giving your neck a gentle wet kiss.

[safertokiss]

Lost in Translation

A/N: Heyyyyy guys...remember when I used to post like every two weeks? Yeesh that’s awkward...but I’m backkkkk woooooooo party time! I was so excited that my discord buddies organized another fic swap because it was so much fun the first time. This time around I was chosen to write a doozy for the wonderful @writing-in-april and I have decided to bless you all with a beautiful subby boy. Sub Spencer lives in my head rent free, no cap. So sit back, relax and pretend it's you getting fricken railed. Peace out girl scouts;)

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: SMUT hehe oh yeah and fluff

Word Count: 4.8k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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For as long as she could remember, Y/n had always wanted to learn Russian.

So, naturally, when she found out that their newest case involved two lovers who also happened to be Russian criminals trying to escape the United States government, she simply couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity to become more involved in the investigation. 

It’s not that she’d never been on a stakeout for the Bureau before, in fact she’d probably been on so many at this point that she’d lost count. The only difference that this specific stakeout brought to her life was the fact that it was her first one to have ever been shared with Spencer Reid.

Her and the young doctor had lived in the same apartment building since her first day at the BAU, but their relationship pretty much began and ended at that. Of course they greeted each other whenever they passed in the halls of their building and ricocheted off of each other’s theories whenever necessary during their meetings in the round table room, but it would be a lie to label their relationship as anything other than casual acquaintances as well as amicable coworkers. 

She had never been able to fully get a grasp on the elusive Dr. Reid. The fact that he was already such an integral member of the F.B.I. at the ripe age of 25 astounded and, well to be honest, perplexed her. Not that she doubted his abilities or intelligence in any way, quite the opposite really. She admired how utterly brilliant he proved to be day in and day out, even with the shy exterior he presented himself with to the world. Well, shy was definitely more of an understatement. 

She had never met someone more socially awkward in her entire life, but with that being said, she couldn’t help but find it endearing and pretty dang adorable. Y/n constantly found herself enjoying his pathetic attempts at human interaction on a daily basis. From the nervous stutters to the out of this world hand gestures, there was much for her to dissect about the young doctor. And while she could openly admit that he was quite easy on the eyes, in a boyish-innocent kind of way, she had never really been able to see him in that sort of light.

If she thought his normal social interaction skills were entertaining to witness, his reactions to any of the conversations that took a more raunchy turn were to die for. The speed at which his features would ripen red like a tomato whenever anything of a sexual nature was brought up during cases was truly amazing, impressive even. However, unlike the rest of their team, she knew he wasn’t completely innocent. The walls in their apartment were as good as paper when it came to thickness, so it wasn’t that big surprise that the sounds created within them carried fairly well. 

Or at least that was what she had discovered after the first night she heard him touching himself just through her bedroom wall. 

Yes, it was less than ideal that their bedroom walls just happened to be adjacent to each other, but what could she do about it? It wasn’t as though she never sought out her own pleasure while alone in her apartment...although she would bet money that she was much better at withholding her noises. Instead, she learned to adapt to the sounds from next door and continue on with her life, having accepted that guys will in fact be dudes, no matter how innocent and meek they may appear.

When her boss had explained the nature of the assignment to them, there wasn’t anything of significance that had jumped out at her. It was all pretty standard instruction. They would wait, parked, in a government issued SUV overnight at a location close to the whereabouts of the criminals and simply translate their conversations using the mics that were planted prior. While Hotch knew that Y/n herself couldn’t understand Russian, it was common knowledge that the resident genius easily could transcribe the language.

And that was how she found herself cramped next to Spencer Reid in the stagnant vehicle, pen and paper in hand, patiently waiting for the translations to begin. 

It was almost completely silent inside the car, apart from the quiet whirring of the heat coming through the vents, and she could basically feel the nerves coming off of the man next to her in waves. That’s why she was completely thrown off her game when his timid voice was the first to break through the silence that had encompassed the space they inhabited together.

“So um Y/n..h-how have you been recently?”

She did her best to hide the small smirk that started to form on her face from the stuttering mess that spilled out of his mouth. She definitely didn’t want to make him feel even worse about himself so she decided to humour his adorable attempt at conversation with her...well...sort of.

“Oh ya know Reid, just counting the days until I get some action. How about you?” If she  thought he was sputtering nervously before, that was nothing compared to this treasure.

“Oh um well uh I-I mean...I don-I don’t...uh...w-what was the question a-again?”

This time she couldn’t stop the airy chuckle that escaped her lips as she leaned over and patted him gently on his thigh.

“Relax Reid, I’m just fucking around with you. Well for the most part...I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to some action, but that’s a whole can of worms I am not about to open during a stakeout”, Y/n laughed, not at all missing the steadily spreading blush that coated his sharp features.

“Yeah...no..yeah right of course...I t-totally knew you were just um fu-messing with me! Uh we should probably um r-review our assignment...you know just so we’re all s-set before we start.” How adorable.

“Aye-aye captain Reid. Ok so..”, she muttered while fiddling with the listening device to secure the right frequency. “...we just have to wait until they get back so we’re in range of their conversations. That’s when you’ll have your time to shine and prove yourself as the resident genius once again. And I’m sure that you’re aware that I don’t know a lick of the Russian language so I will be the best damn transcriber for you that the world has ever seen”, she finished with a smirk. 

Even Reid chuckled a bit at her words, the ever-present blush slowly creeping back upon his face and neck. 

“I’ll uh-I’ll hold you to that then.” Y/n had to admit she particularly liked to see the boy smiling, especially when it was the result of her own words. His innocence seemed to call out to her like a siren and she didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Oh-oh there they are! Ok get the pen and paper ready because as soon as they’re in range I’ll start translating.”

Getting themselves situated, they waited the few seconds it took for the couple to get close enough to the vicinity of the SUV for their conversations to begin to be broadcasted through their system.

“Как вы думаете, они идут по нашему следу?”

“Do you think they’re on our trail?”, Spencer easily understands, leaning slightly closer to her so his words were clearly heard.

“Ни за что. У этих глупых американцев нет шансов поймать нас.”

“No way. Those stupid Americans don’t stand a chance at catching us.”

At this point, the couple had already disappeared behind the door at the entrance of their current base, leaving only their words to give the closely listening agents much needed context clues.

“Я когда-нибудь говорил тебе, как сильно мне нравится твоя уверенность?”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your confidence?” 

Even Spencer let himself smile at the chuckle that left Y/n’s lips. “Awww how cute...they’re flirting with each other over mass murder. I strive for that kind of intimacy.”

“Да у тебя есть. Но почему бы тебе не показать мне, насколько тебе это нравится.”

“Yes, you have. But why don’t you show me just how much you love it.”

Uh oh, Y/n thought to herself. Not a second after the untimely thought permeated her brain, the sounds of wet lips sloppily colliding against each other filled the otherwise silent vehicle. After the few seconds of shock wore off, their heads whipped to face each other, eyes wide and mouths wide open. “Huh...well this was certainly an unexpected turn.”

“I uh um-uh well w-what do we do now?”, Tomato Boy nervously sputtered out over the chorus of moans and groans that were currently bouncing off the SUV’s walls. As unexpected as the present situation was, she was absolutely eating up his reaction to the crude sounds.

“Well, Hotch did say he wanted us to take down every single word that was shared between them so...I guess we’re just gonna have to keep moving forward with the translations. You can do that, can’t you Reid?”, she explained, not even attempting to hide the growing smirk on her face.

“Yeah! Yes! Mhmm I can do that, I c-can definitely do t-that.”, he gushed, trying to subtly clear his throat to clear the steadily growing tension in his body.

“Good to hear, Doc.”, she cheekily replied just as the raunchy sounds echoing through the system transitioned to different methods of communication, more legible ones.

“Ты была для меня такой хорошей девочкой. Я думаю, ты заслуживаешь награды.”

Quickly clearing his throat once more, he jumped back into action, with what Y/n noticed was considerably less confidence than before. “You’ve b-been such a good g-girl for me. I think you deserve a r-reward.” Spencer’s voice had noticeably dropped to a whisper by the end of the sentence, forcing Y/n to lean closer to be able to hear his translations, only magnifying the already present tension in the air. 

“Пожалуйста, папа, я сделаю что угодно.”

“P-please daddy.” His voice broke at the end igniting something deep inside Y/n’s being. “I’ll do anything.” In that moment she truly believed he would do anything, his own words or not, based on the obvious strain in his pants that her eyes glanced over, and also by the way his skin completely succumbed to goosebumps as her warm breath caressed the shell of his ear. She didn’t really know what the hell was happening, why her body was absolutely loving the way he gradually leaned into her’s, submitting all of his vulnerabilities into her hands. 

“Тебе это нравится, не так ли, маленькая шлюшка. Как член папы глубоко внутри тебя?”

She watched the way he inhaled a deep breath and released a high-pitched sigh before continuing on, subtly pressing her legs together to control the excitement thrumming through her body at his pathetic tone and mannerisms. 

“You like t-that don’t you, you little-uh-you little s-slut?” From their close proximity, she could clearly make out the speedy heartbeat clambering against his chest as he spoke. And if that was the case, he must’ve been able to feel hers as well. “Like daddy’s c-cock deep inside of y-you?” She could’ve sworn she saw his dick twitch slightly in his pants.

“Маленькая шлюшка уже придет за мной? Тогда умоляйте об этом. Бля, умоляю позволить тебе кончить.”

Y/n certainly did not miss the airy sigh that escaped his lips, watching as a bead of sweat dripped down his temple, confidently guessing it was not from the heat that had been coming through the vents.

“Is the little-little s-slut gonna come for me already? B-beg for it then. Fucking beg f-for me to let you c-come.” Spencer was speedily falling apart at the seams and she was loving it. More than loving it. She was craving it. Craving the little noises that he was trying to stop from escaping his lips. Craving the way he slightly bounced his leg in an attempt to control his arousal, which was futile because it had obviously already reached its full potential in the confines of his khaki slacks. 

“Пожалуйста, папа. Пожалуйста, позволь мне прийти. Мне это надо. Пожалуйста.”

Without even hearing the words translated back to her, she could hear the utter desperation in the girl’s voice. She no longer needed to understand the Russian language to be able to finish the translation, and as she sat there with her thighs tightly pressed together, she knew exactly what it meant.

“Please!” The utter need that was present in the original audio was somehow mirrored perfectly by the young doctor’s breathy voice, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, a prominent vein popping through the skin of his smooth forehead. “Please, p-please, please let me come. I n-need it. Please!”

“Приди за мной, детка.”

Deciding that she could regret her actions in the morning, Y/n quickly grabbed his face before he could translate, angling his head so she could whisper directly into his ear at the same time he spoke the last line of the night.

“Come for me baby.”, they both spoke at the exact same time.

Pulling away as fast as possible, she watched his clamped eyes shoot open as the most obnoxiously loud moan she had ever heard escaped the poor kid, his whole body spasming as a result. And using the large stain on the crotch of his pants as a guide, she was pretty certain she knew what had happened.

For the next few minutes there was silence in the SUV, apart from Spencer’s heavy breathing as he came down of course, leading them to believe the couple had fallen asleep after their...activities. Of course she wanted nothing more than to tease the trembling mess next to her, but she could already tell he was mortified beyond belief because of what happened so she didn’t want to make it any worse for him than it already was. 

After waiting a few extra minutes just to make sure that they had actually gone to sleep, the pair drove away from the stakeout location, Spencer not having said a word since his...big finish. As much as she loved watching him fall apart in front of her, she really didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable around her. 

“Well that was certainly an unexpected turn of events for the night, huh?”, she said, lightly chuckling with the intent of lightening his mood. She was very glad to see it had the intended effect.

“Uh y-yeah...you could definitely say that again.”, he mumbled with the ghost of a smile on his plump lips, though she could still clearly make out the blush coating his features.

“So hey, I know that you usually take the metro, but I’d be more than happy to give you a ride home after we drop the SUV off at the office if you want.”, she warmly smiled in his direction without taking her eyes completely off the road.

“Oh um..yeah that would be perfect. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it Reid.”

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The rest of the ride back to the office was pretty much spent in silence, but it was much more comfortable than it had been before, which was a huge relief. After dropping the keys to the SUV in the lock box inside, the two agents piled into Y/n’s car to go back home to their shared building. On their way back she considered just asking him if he wanted to ride with her everyday just to make his life a little easier in the long run.

Once they got to the parking lot and exited the vehicle, they began walking towards the entrance together, the awkward tension from before creeping back into the air around them. Soon enough, they found themselves standing in front of their respective doors, both unsure of how they were supposed to end the night’s interactions. After a few moments of painful silence and eye contact, Y/n was the first one to rip off the band-aid.

“So...I guess I’ll see you tomorrow Reid?” He seemed to be broken out of his trance by the sound of her voice, snapping back to attention.

“Huh? Oh yeah uh yes of course. S-see you tomorrow Y/n. Goodnight.” He scampered into his apartment before she could even get a chance to respond to his bidding.

“Goodnight.”, she whispered to no one other than herself as she unlocked her door and headed inside to shower quickly before diving into her soft sheets.

She was sitting up in her bed, book in hand, with only the small glow of her reading lamp illuminating her room when she heard it. Of course she knew immediately what they were, a talent that had developed and strengthened from living adjacent to a pretty much pubescent boy.

The tell-tale sound of moans and groans vibrating right through her wall.

She knew she probably shouldn’t be listening, something about a violation of privacy or whatever, but she just couldn’t help it. He sounded so desperate it was driving her insane. So much in fact that she was in the process of skimming her own hand downwards when she was interrupted by a certain something from the Doc’s room.

“Y/n! Oh god, please. Please.”

Oh. Oh.

Not even giving herself a second to consider her actions, she was up on her feet basically sprinting to his door, pajamas and all. Not even bothering with knocking, she noticed it was unlocked and let herself in, beelining for what she assumed was his bedroom by the increasing volume as she approached it. Standing in his doorframe, she was utterly mesmerized. There he was, sprawled across his sheets, completely bare with sweat coating his hair as he rapidly pumped his angry, red cock, her name tumbling from his lips like a chant.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” She smirked as she watched his head shoot up to where she was standing, his hand immediately stilling it’s rapid movements. Watching the panic spread on his face was intoxicating to her as she slowly approached his bed.

“Y/n! Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I uh-I didn’t um...” His words trailed off and his eyes widened as he watched her slowly begin removing her clothes as she moved closer to him. 

“Shhhhhh.” She managed to remove both her shirt and pajama pants in the short trip over to his bed and she had no intention of stopping there. Now standing directly in front of him, she let her eyes wander over his still frame completely, soaking in the amazement in his dark eyes and the slight tremble that was periodically rippling through his body. Maintaining eye contact with him the whole time, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it pool on the floor next to her.

It was honestly shocking his eyes didn’t actually fall onto the floor with how far they bulged out of their sockets, a small moan leaving his mouth. 

She giggled at his enthusiasm before bringing her soft hands up to caress his face gently, his body shuddering at the contact. “Do you want me to keep going baby boy?” Taking a second to process the question that had left her lips, he slowly nodded while looking her in the eyes, his own full of awe. 

Happy with his answer, she reached for the edge of her panties before pushing them down to join the other pieces of clothing already inhabiting his floor. Spencer couldn’t speak. He could barely even breathe. Five minutes ago he had been jerking off to his neighbor, who also happened to be his coworker, and now said neighbor was crawling onto his bed, completely naked, with a wicked smirk on her face.

Straddling his lap, but making sure that there was no actual contact, she reached up to cup his face again, slowly rubbing circles into his defined cheekbone. “Is this ok baby boy? Is this what you want?”, she cooed. 

Spencer looked like he honestly might cry from the pure compassion laced within her words, but still found a way to nervously nod his head in affirmation of her questions. With a warm smile on her face, she leaned forward and placed a feather-light kiss on his lower jaw before continuing up the side of his face, basking in the small whimpers that fell from his pretty lips. Finally reaching his ear, she let her warm breath tease him before proceeding. 

“Do you want me to take control of you? Is that what you want sweet boy?” While the whine that immediately escaped him was answer enough, she pulled back searching for a more concrete answer to her question. “Hmmmm, you’d like that?” 

“Yes.”, he whispered, nodding his head anxiously. 

While he was answering she had leaned back towards his face, placing soft kisses all over. “As you wish baby boy.”, she whispered, changing course to attack his neck with her eager lips as soon the words left her mouth. Spencer gasped instantly and she couldn’t help but smirk against his pale flesh, increasing the pressure in which she was assaulting his neck.

Through the groans that spilled past his lips, she was able to make out his pathetic attempt at words, not slowing down her lips at all. “J-just make sure not to leave any m-marks. We’ll g-get in trouble at w-work.” Of course Spencer would be the only person on the planet to remember their office guidelines while getting his neck sucked like a vampire.

“No marks...that’ll be difficult. I want everyone to know just how thoroughly I fucked you.”

Feeling extremely satisfied by his enthusiastic response to her vulgar words, she slowly lowered herself down his body, pausing with her mouth right above his groin. Somehow the poor kid already looked completely fucked out and she hadn’t even done anything yet. Hearing him wince as she gently grasped and started stroking his cock, she knew this was gonna be fun.

Staring directly into her eyes, he watched the string of spit leave her mouth and drip directly onto his dick, eyes bulging at her bold actions, still in shock that any of this was actually happening. 

Entranced by the way his chest expanded rapidly as he watched her curiously, she leaned forward and licked the tip, his head falling back onto the pillow behind him. “I’m gonna suck your cock...but only because I want to see if you can not be a spaz about getting head from me.” Her words made Spencer whimper and she smirked as she took him fully into her mouth, soaking in his pretty noises. 

Y/n had only been going for a minute or two when she heard his groans get louder and felt him twitch in her mouth. Pulling off of him with a pop, she hummed at the sight of the completely wrecked boy in front of her, panting and shaking adorably. It wasn’t long before the perfect idea infiltrated her head, her body thrumming with anticipation and excitement.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me. I think you deserve a reward.”, she smirked, reciting the words that they had heard verbatim. Seemingly catching on to what she was pushing for, he responded accordingly.

“Please Y/n. I’ll do anything.”

She quirked her eyebrow in his direction questioningly, slowly grinding her dripping core against his achingly hard cock. “Anything, baby boy?”

Snapping his heated stare directly to her eyes, he cracked a beautiful smile. “Anything.”

She couldn’t control the grin that overtook her lips as she lowered herself down onto his erection, writhing in pleasure at the feel of him inside of her and the sound of his wanton moans. “Good boy.” 

Wanting to give Spencer time to fully adjust and control himself, she started her movements out slow, lifting herself up until only his tip remained inside before dropping down completely into his lap repeatedly. He was a moaning mess on the sheets below her, sweat coating his body along with goosebumps covering every visible expanse of his skin as he panted like a dog. He was so fucking pretty like this. 

Deciding enough was enough, she picked up the pace considerably, bouncing like a mad woman on his dick, while her sharp nails scratched down his creamy, pale chest in front of her, leaving angry, red streaks in their wake. Spencer had devolved into a blubbering mess underneath her and that lit her soul on fire.

“You like that don’t you, you little slut? Like your cock deep inside of me? Huh?” 

Y/n was pretty sure that he was short circuiting below her, his brain cutting off all control over his body as he spasmed uncontrollably and moaned for the entire fucking building to hear. Good, she thought. Let them hear how whipped he was for her. Even though it had only been a few minutes since she increased her speed, she could feel his cock starting to twitch violently inside of her and she knew he was close, really close.

“Is the little slut gonna come for me already?” All he could do was whimper in response, having to nod his head emphatically due to his loss of speech.

“Beg for it then. Fucking beg for me to let you come!” She was on fucking cloud nine right now, floating through the motions, as his whimpers increased in volume and speed. Mustering up all the strength he could, he spit out as many audible words as possible.

“Please! Please, please, please let me come! I need it! Please!” He was crying now, tears rapidly pouring from his eyes and spilling down his cheeks out of sheer desperation and need to release the tension built up within his body.

She was in awe of him. As she watched the tears pour down his face, she couldn’t help but whimper too. Desperately needing to finish, herself, she brought one hand down to make circles around her clit, while the other she brought up to wrap gently around his flushed throat, leaning over to whisper in his ear like she had earlier that night.

“Come for me, baby.”

She once again pulled back to witness his reactions to her hushed words, the outcome only more amazing than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back as far they could possibly go into his head as his mouth dropped open in pure ecstasy, high-pitched whines escaping his lips, his release shooting up into her like it had always belonged there. Maybe it had.

Watching him come undone below her, combined with her hand speedily rubbing circles on her clit, she was catapulted into the most amazing climax of her entire life, her body buzzing with excitement as she tightened around him and collapsed on his chest, weak as could be after that activity.

The pair laid silently, apart from the heaving breaths whirring through the room, still in shock over what had just transpired minutes before. Slowly shifting her eyes to the shivering boy below her, she saw he was caught in a trance, his eyes dazed, a soft grin on his lips. 

Breaking him from his stupor, she gently cupped his cheek with one hand as the other drew lazy circles on his blotchy chest. Rubbing the skin on his face lightly, she leaned forward and kissed his nose, making him scrunch it up and giggle as a result. “Such a sweet boy for me. Such a sweet, sweet boy.” Her words made him melt inside and words tumbled out of his own mouth before he could even think about stopping them.

“Вы красивы внутри и снаружи.”

She looked up at him in shock, before breaking out in giggles. “Did you just serenade me in Russian? How romantic.”, she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

He couldn’t seem to control his giggles either, a fact that warmed her heart. “Yes, I suppose I did.”

Smiling up at the adorable boy she just had to ask. “What does it mean?”

Y/n watched as his signature blush quickly coated his features once again as he looked down at her with a shy smile. “You are beautiful, inside and out.”

With the warmest grin she could muster, she leaned up and kissed his jaw once more before snuggling up against the young doctor who had melted her heart.

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 6

a/n: DKFJSLDKFSJ OMG YOU GUYS IVE LTR BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR SO LONG AACCKKK!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, omg im screeching bc BAHAHAHA THERE IS GOING TO BE A SLIGHT PLOT TWIST YOU GUYS!!!!!

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- Ever since yn got lost during a trip to another school, the team made the rule that she has to hold one of their hands. Its probably so small compared against the boys. She got lost cause babie saw a cat

SKDLFJLSDKFJ EWWWWWWWW IM SCREECHING IN DISGUST RIGHT NOW LIKE THATS SO DIS COS TANG OIKAWA TOORU LIKE LEAVE MY GUY ALONE!!!!!!! #LETMAKKILIVE

lmao yep this is really happening

okay so anyways

you guys know how seijoh is like known around the prefecture right?

and we all know that nekomata and old ukai are like besties so they were talking over the phone right

and nekomata was complaining that his players were already fed up with playing against the same people and they wanted to be challenged and wanted new exposure to other players and all that jazz

old ukai was cackling at the other side bc haha youre actually begging me to find you new teams now?

but anyways

theyre like besties forever so ofc old ukai would help

and by help, he turned to poor zaddy keishin and told him to look for teams that could be sent up to tokyo and play against nekoma

‘what?! im already busy and i dont have time to scout-’

‘YOU WATCH YOUR TONGUE BOY! I CREATED YOUR FATHER AND WITHOUT HIM, YOU WOULDNT BE HERE TODAY!’

‘BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WANTED TO BE ALIVE IN THE FIRST PLACE!’

family goals 😍😍😍

but keishin still listened to his grandfather and recommended seijoh as being the one to go as they are one of the hardest to beat opponents in the preferecture

but its more like he wants to hear about nekoma being destroyed by oikawa’s service aces and grovel at their feet since naoi always made fun of them saying country boys arent as good as city boys

LIKE PLEASE

anyways!!!!!!

nekomata got word of it and immediately phoned aoba johsai and talked to the coach 

‘yes, i heard from an old friend of mine that you are quite strong’

nekomata praised, wanting and desperate to have them come up

‘and do you think your team is good enough to beat us?’

LMAO YESSSS GRANDPA IRIHATA!!! DRAG THEM KITTIES!!!!

WAIT NO THAT SOUNDS WRONG

but they settled on their disagreements and decided yep they were going to go up there and have a practice match

however

irihata and nekomata wanted their boys to be kept in the dark about who this team is as knowing them, they have sources to find them tapes of old plays

they wanted it to be a fair match

even the managers were being kept from it as they could easily be influenced by the players for that information

irihata walked into the gym and announced a team meeting to which they stopped

you sat down next to kyotani, who pulled you beside him and wrapped a protective arm around your waist

‘we have a practice match against a prominent team up in tokyo in 3 days. make sure you have your plays right and pat down as they are known to be quite an opponent’

the boys shouted a determined cheer and they all hussled back to practice

you were running around, tending to everyone with towels or medical tape

once you finally sat back down on the bench, you noticed your phone screen light up, indicating someone sent you a message

it was natsu

you swiped open and smiled softly at his picture

it a selfie of him in front of his school as you told him to send you a picture that he arrived safely

‘got here in one piece since im not ready to meet daddy satan yet’

i hate him you guys

after receiving news of his mother gaining custody of him, he cheered and was able to go back to tokyo without his father in the picture

lets just say,,, hes not nice

anyways

you were sad to let him go but you understood he missed his friends and his almost-boyfriend so you were able to say goodbye easily at the station

‘gross but im pretty sure katsuki would blow satan to smithereens’

‘hehe ;) he would’

‘N A S T Y’

you cringed but giggled and the team noticed so they tried hard to gain your attention back on them

‘aaa!!!!! y/n-chan!!! my leg!!!!’

‘i think i chopped off my finger!!!!’

‘my head snapped off my body!!!!!’

you rolled your eyes and placed your phone down before walking over to mattsun to help him snap his head back on his neck

finally, it was the day of the match

you were arranged to stay the night at tokyo to have a few practice matches with this unknown team

the team was arranged to meet at the train station at 9:45 since the train leaves at 10 

you arrived the earliest to keep track of everyone and just because you were actually kinda excited

theres this weird feeling in your stomach that isn’t exactly bad but its,,, giddy

you sat on the bench, waiting for the team 

they all started arriving one by one and you were doing a headcount for everyone but you were missing one

you checked your phone and you noticed he was getting late

it was already 9:54

you hate it when people are late to meeting time so you were slightly irritated

you dialed up your captain’s number and you stood up, pacing around

‘hello~~~~ y/n-cha-’

‘oikawa-san! do you know what time it is?! you were arranged to come here at specifically 9:45 but its 14 minutes passed that so where the hell are you? you better have a good excuse you piece of-’

‘aww y/n-chan oikawa-san is sorry’

someone whispered in your ear from behind and you flinched, surprised at the sudden person

oikawa wrapped an arm around your waist while his other hung up the call and you turned around, arms crossed while pouting at him

‘sorrysorrysorry!’

he apologized and you rolled your eyes

‘i swear, oikawa-san. if i find out it was because of your hair again-’

‘oi shittykawa! your sister just called me and you left the curling iron on, you stupid bastard!’

iwaizumi’s shout made oikawa sweat and pale 

your eyes glinted dangerously 

‘this is the last straw, oikawa-san’

you growled and he shot down to his knees and was about to start praying to you when the coach decided he had enough entertainment for the day and called everyone to gather around

‘heres your tickets. this train will get us there around lunch time so dont worry about getting hungry’

the shinkansen train had 2-person seating so everyone fought secretly amongst each other to sit next to you

literally, their private group chat was blowing up until early this morning at the shouts and yells of everyone caps locking their arguments as to why they deserve to sit next to you

the only one who didnt was mattsukawa issei

bc quite frankly, he didnt care who he sat next to and although it sounds nice to be next to you, he isnt exactly the comfiest to sleep on due to the obvious size difference

lmao like your head probably wouldnt reach his shoulders bruh

now youre not oblivious

or blind

so you noticed the glares of everyone as you all stood for the train to come

and you also noticed mattsun just standing there, bored, so you sneaked over to him, wrapping your arms around him

‘arent you excited, mattsun-san?’

he gasped quietly at your sudden appearance but he smirked

‘its nothing special. just another team that we’re going to beat’

you giggled at his confidence and you walked in front of him so you could properly be held by him

it was practically second nature now by the way he just opened his arms and you crashed into them, his own wrapping around your shoulders to hold you tight

‘i love your confidence so much mattsun-san’

he flushed red and furrowed his eyebrows, head turning to the side to hide the obvious effect you had on him

‘whats the point of playing when you cant be confident’

‘aaaa why are you looking away mattsun-san!!!’

lmao when the team saw you sitting next to mattsun, they all felt so betrayed like bruh

ltr kyo and iwa were about to go feral

oikawa was like ready to screech his ass off but one look from you made him shut up

‘i sincerely, really, truly hope youre just complaining about the seat hurting your flat ass, oikawa-san’

KDFJLSDKFJSDL Y/N NO STOP IT

it was kinda funny actually bc everyone was all pouting and sulky while you just have mattsun who’s smirking like ‘beat that’

SDKFJLSDKF I LOVE MATTSUN’S SMIRK LIKE PLEASE OMG

ofc he let you sit at the window bc you love window seats

like iwa, he also pulls up the arm barrier thingy and you shuffle closer to him and mattsun practically combusts

the ride isnt expected to be very long but you still found yourself sleeping during it

mattsun has his arm around your shoulder while your head is leaning against his peck man boobie 

omg its so cute like he actually slides lower on the seat to help you reach his shoulder and hes slouching and back is hurting just for you

;’)

he was awake the whole time bc he couldnt sleep with his heart beating so hard it might rip out of his chest

ew thats kinda gorey

your hand was gripping his own and to pass time, he found himself fiddling with your fingers 

an unknown smile appeared on his face at the obvious size difference between yours and his

a finger traced different and foreign shapes just to feel the softness of your hand and he combusts again when you unconsciously squeeze his hand

mattsun couldnt help but bring your linked hands up and kiss the back of yours

it was soft, gentle, and his lips lingered there for more than a second

then a sudden feeling of fatigue washed over him and he leaned his cheek against the top of your head 

the last thing he remembers is the smell of your f/s (favorite smell) shampoo

then you guys arrived in tokyo

irihata had to personally wake you all up because even naoi fell asleep and everyone fell asleep

irihata gently shook mattsun awake and when the boy opened his eyes, the older man nodded over to your form

‘gently wake her up’

as if mattsun didnt already know

thats why he softly ran the pad of his thumb on your cheek that was exposed to the air

‘y/n~~’

he coos and your nose twitches, in between the border of dreams and reality

‘darling, wake up, baby bear’

FSDKLFJSDLKSDJKFJDSKLFJSDLFKSJDLF YOU GUYS I CANNNNTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also im listening to kataomoi by aimer  so that kinda influences the ‘darling

his deep voice that surprisingly reaches a level of quietness made your eyes flutter

your whole face scrunched at suddenly being woken up but the sight of mattsun’s genuine smile made you mirror it and cuddle closer for an extra dose of warmth

‘hmm, is my baby tired?’

he teasingly whispers and you nodded, snuggling even further and he gently cups your face

his hold had made your cheeks squeeze slightly together and your pout increased the cute factor 

‘nwoooo dont skweeze demmm’

you slurred and he chuckled

‘hai hai’

‘kwiss it better’

you demanded and he full on laughed before moving his hands to your jaws so he could plant many kisses on your cheeks

the repeated kisses tickled so you giggled and squirmed

‘aaaaaa mattsun-san it tickles!!!’

your playful protests forced him to stop and allow you to actually sit up

as usual, your hair was a bird’s nest and mattsun attempted to settle it out

‘hah, y/n-chan your hair is like another being itself’

he choked out and you pouted at him

‘so mean! mattsun-san is so mean! baba-san! rescue me!!’

yahaba was known in the team to be the one who fixed your hair and you trusted him the most with it

hearing his name being called, the pretty boy dashed towards you and mattsun’s seats

‘is senpai giving you trouble again? come, honey, come to baba-san’

mattsun gave him a look for the younger’s passive agressive tone

oikawa immediately dashed over right next to yahaba

‘oh? y/n-chan! oikawa-san is here!!’

iwa and kyo growled

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA!’

meanwhile irihata and naoi were just done

they just wanted to get off the train like is that such a big favor?

finally!!!!

seijoh was able to actually make it to the city and ngl, despite living in sendai, you were actually overwhelmed by the bustling city of tokyo

there were people all over the place and many cars and you were being pushed around

it didnt help that it was ltr lunch hour and a flurry of business people just flooded out of their buildings

you unconsciously gripped your bag and focused on just not tripping over people so your eyes were trained on your feet 

then in the corner of your eye, you saw a tiny animal that was in danger of being stepped on so you ofc had to go chase after it

you shouted at some people to watch out and to not step on it

but then it disappeared

the moment you looked up, everyone was gone

you panicked and your head was turning from side to side

‘MATTSUN-SAN?! IWA-SAN?! KYO-SAN?!’

you shouted but it seems your voice wasnt loud enough

GIRL YOU GOTTA MANIFEST THAT BULLHORN VOICE

worry and dread bubbled inside of you but you stopped, just trying to calm down and think

then you saw the flash of white again so you hurriedly ran after it, not knowing that you were straying away from the city and towards the suburbs

you noticed you were now lost at the less amount of feet walking and this wasnt the city and you were now away from the team

taking yoru eyes off of the cat, you looked around to confirm your fear and that gave the cat an opportunity to disappear again

yoo crookshanks

huffing a curse, you pulled your phone out of your bag and dialed each 

your phone wasnt reaching the boys and no one was picking up

what the heck

you ended up at some quieter and less crowded spot 

like a neighborhood

you contemplated calling natsu as he lived in tokyo but tokyo was a big city and you were at some neighborhood so its highly unlikely he would know where you are

so you just walked around, looking for a place to sit and think like a park

then you heard a distressed meow

you were just walking and hearing that loud cry of help made you stop and immediately follow the sound

‘kitty? kitty?’

you called out even though you knew fully well they didnt understand you

but the cat cried even louder and you heard another cat

it was less higher pitched and honestly, you just felt like there was another cat

as you looked around, you saw the same cat you followed after and it bobbed its head at you as if asking you to follow him

‘you want me to go with you?’

the cat blinked then turned around and started walking

‘okay then’

you took the time to inspect the actual color of the cat

it was dominantly white furred but it had multiple colored spots, mainly yellow and brown

you eventually ended up at a large tree with a cat shivering on the biggest branch

it was black and had some fur sticking out at the top of its head and it looked young so its probably a kitten

you tutted and reached out your hand but it recoiled, hissing at you

BOI SHE TRYING TO HELP YOU WHAT

‘hey, i want to help you’

you softly said and maybe youre just doctor dolittle? 

bc it stopped hissing and started whining instead

‘kenma-san! i swear i saw it just now-’

a sudden foreign voice made the black haired cat hiss again and this time, even you were counted as a threat

the appearance by the corner of two boys made you glare at them

one was freakishly tall with grey hair and scary green eyes while the other was shorter and had bleached hair that grew out

they both wore running shorts and black shirts and they looked like they were on a run or something

then you had a thought

this guy was tall

he could help

‘hey! you!’

you waved and the boys stopped, eyes wide

they pointed to themselves and you nodded

‘yes, silly! especially the tall one!’

the other had a flash of a glare that disappeared almost immediately but the ‘tall one’ happily skipped over

‘oho, hello chibi-chan’

KDFJSLDFKSDJLFDKSJ YES IM CONDENSCENDING

you puffed your cheeks out in anger at the nickname but this was not the time

‘that kitty up there is stuck. and i cant help it because its scared. and its all the way up there’

you pointed and he nodded

‘i followed that cat here too but i needed someone else. thats why i brought kenma-san’

your eyes shifted to ‘kenma-san’ who was focused on the other cat who also stared back at his spot by the tree

hmmm, they look kinda similar

‘well! we need to help it,,,,,, grandpa-san!’

taken aback by the nickname, the tall guy gasped while the blonde boy choked out a sudden laugh and you giggled

‘GRANDPA?!’

‘yea. you know cus you have gray hair’

you reasoned and he was about to retort when he stopped himself

‘no. we have more important matters in hand. kenma-san, come stand on my shoulders. chibi, use my jacket to catch it if it falls’

you scrambled to do your task but you heard kenma-san mumble

‘you cant tell me what to do’

‘oh hey! whats your name?’

you asked and the tall guy waved

‘im lev. haiba lev. first year’

‘kozume,,, kenma. im a second year’

‘oh! then nice to meet you! im l/n y/n!’

introductions had to be cut short as you all assembled

kenma wobbled while lev cringed at the obvious pain but they gritted their teeth and kenma lunged to grab the cat 

but the cat jumped away, falling to the ground where it was caught safely by you

thankfully the jacket saved you from scratching but after a few soft whispers of reassurance, the kitty calmed down and it resulted in just shaking

‘its okay. we’re okay. i got you’

you were completely oblivious to the fact that kenma and lev were on the ground, bleeding after falling, or the shout at the distance

‘kenma! lev!’

‘Y/N-CHAN!’

you three turned to see two groups of boys coming from two directions

on the right had a guy with black hair similar looking to the cat on your arms 

while the left had your familiar looking captain

‘oikawa-san!’

you shouted and he ran up, eyes wide with worry

‘where were you?! why did you run off?! you shouldn’t-’

he rambled but your eyes stopped at the appearance of your familiar pink-haired cousin

‘natsu?!’

you shrieked and he had an equally surprised expression

‘y/n?!’

he shouted 

‘what-!’

he started but you beat him to it

‘why are you here?!’

you pointed to the people behind him

‘im,,, a manager. im a manager for my volleyball team’

‘volleyball,,,’

you trailed off

‘VOLLEYBALL?! NEKOMA?!’

you knew of your cousin’s school but you didnt think you guys would meet here

‘shes your cousin?’

someone piped up from the back and natsu nodded, still looking at you

‘oya? the apple doesnt fall far from the tree, then. hello gorgeous, the names kuroo tetsurou’

KSLDFJDSK I HATE THIS LIKE PLEASE HES JUST A NERD YET I WRITE HIM LIKE THIS I HATE MYSELF

‘HAH?! YOU BACK OFF!’

kyotani started but you caught him in time, holding him in your arms

‘nooo,, calm down, kyo-san’

natsu’s nose crinkled and his mouth curled

‘ugh, nice to see you too, brat’

‘BRAT?! YOU BASTARD!’

‘IM A THIRD YEAR, YOU BASTARD!’

kyotani was held back by oikawa and iwa while your cousin was with that kuroo guy and lev

you hurried back to the rest of the team and they each glared at you but they had an obvious expression of relief

‘do that again y/n-’

‘i know, makki-san. youll use a leash backpack’

lets just say its not,,, the first time youve been lost

‘new team rule. youre holding someone’s hand at all times. no matter what, always hold us’

yahaba scolded and watari nodded

meanwhile, mattsun grabbed your hand and gripped it tight

‘youre never leaving my sight again’

his tone was different from his usual playful and teasing voice 

you knew he was very worried and that made you feel really guilty

‘im sorry’

you whispered and he pulled you to him, hugging you tightly

‘its okay. youre here right now and thats all that matters’

you nodded and you turned your head, leaning on his chest to watch oikawa yelling and shouting at this kuroo guy while your cousin and kyo were arguing and you chuckled

this was,,, chaos

‘dear god, you shouldve let me be lost for a few more hours’

you mumbled, smiling lightly when mattsun’s chest vibrated as he laughed

‘take me with you next time’

‘i will’

you hummed

‘Y/N-CHAN! YOU ARE NOT GOING NEAR THIS-THIS MONGREL!’

oikawa screeched, stomping his way over to you

you smirked

‘oi kuroo-san! lets hang out after the match!’

oikawa screamed

a/n: now that my nekoma manager is out, i can finally have a manager x manager interaction and uwuwuwuwu just wait until i finish the others and ill do that req anon sent in ;) if you sent it in, you know what im talking about ;)

[leejeongz]

nsfw a-z YOSHI (treasure)

🔅 for @ateezwhorez i hope you enjoy this honey 🥺❤️ dw the others should be written soon tooooo 🔅

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

he just feels cuddly and swoony. he’s in love with you, even more so than before even though he didn’t think that was possible. he loves to cuddle with you, just until you catch your breath again at least. he’s still still high from the whole experience, it’s the perfect time to be open and show your vulnerability even more. it’s less about the physical things he does for you, more about how you two deepen your relationship even further. he uses this time to have deep chats that slowly fade into more light hearted conversations before drifting off to sleep.

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

his eyes are his favourite thing about him i think. he likes how you can understand what he wants just from looking into them. they’re intense and needy, oppressive even. they’re infatuating. they’re his secret weapon to make you obey him without even realising what you’re doing.

on you, he likes your lips. he likes how they feel on his own lips, on his neck, around his dick, anywhere and everywhere. he also just thinks they look pretty and are the perfect colour naturally, actually something he noticed about you first which he found really attractive.

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

doesn’t like to make a mess at first… might even cum in a tissue the first few times because he thinks it’s more respectful.

but when he’s comfortable and such, he’d love to cum all over your hands after you finished him off with a handjob, he thinks it looks really hot and it’s enough to get him horny again hehe.

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

he often imagines how you'd look tied up in front of him. at his disposal. his fantasies are actually super kinky but he very rarely tells you them. he’d probably never tie you up to the extent that he dreams of doing because he doesn’t want to hurt you and he thinks of you as quite fragile 🥺

i wanna do another because my wild card was kinda short this time but he would l o v e to do a life drawing of you. like this isn’t even sexual but i don’t wanna get attacked if i write this on something that is fluff lol. it would be something that he’d treasure and something that he would be so proud of. to make it dirty since it’s a dirty secret 👀 he had a few intrusive thoughts while he drew you and found it super hard to stay hyperfocused on the drawing. if you tried to flirt with him while modelling, he’d just tell you to save it for later and that’s when he’d unleash the beast lol.

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

1 sexual partner with whom he was in a relationship with. he doesn’t think about it much and when he’s with you, he’s very much focused on you. one look at you and he’s forgotten about them already.

he knows what he’s doing for the most part, but sometimes he just wants to learn new things with you, together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he likes facing you: missionary and cowgirl, depending on what feels natural at the time. he likes bringing his face close to yours and hovering his lips over yours, occasionally touching with every thrust. enough to feel the other’s breath, but not enough to actually kiss.

once the pace has slowed a little, he’ll give you the kiss he’s been teasing you with for what feels like hours just so that you’ll appreciate it and enjoy it all the more.

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

he’s quite serious in the moment. he wants to make sure that you’re enjoying yourself and that he’s doing the absolute most to exceed any expectations each and every time.

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

he naturally doesn’t have much hair down there. he trims what he has and keeps it tidy since he feels it’s more intimate.

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

most of the time, he’s extremely romantic during sex. he’s very into slow and sensual sex that allows you two to bond physically and emotionally. it’s important to him that he understands your wants and needs as his partner and vice versa, making the whole experience super romantic.

but that’s not all the time. sometimes he just wants to rip off your clothes and have his way with you and that’s ✨totally fine✨

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he’s a typical laptop on desk, tissues besides him type of guy. he doesn’t do it too often, but when he does he has to fully commit because there is absolutely no way he’s stopping for anything/anyone that isn’t you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s not that kinky, he’s a vanilla man. i’ll just list some sexual things that he likes hehe

whispering- he likes when you whisper close to his ear and he likes doing it to you. the tingling down his neck is intoxicating, he can’t help but want to feel it again and again. what you say is important too. he likes receiving praise. saying things like “you make me so wet” or “you turn me on so much” makes him so happy, it’s a great way to drive him crazy.

ropes- not to an extreme level, just one rope to tie your hands together behind you or in front of you.

eye contact- he likes that his eyes intimidate you of course, but you pushing past that and maintaining eye contact makes him feel a rush to MAKE you feel intimidated. he wants you to feel like he’s in charge (even if he’s not) and if he can’t do that with his eyes, then it’s pretty much over for him, but he likes that fact that you stood up to him and it turns him tf on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he likes sex in bed or on the floor. anywhere that he or you can lie comfortably. he likes fucking you in hotel beds. although it’s not really that dirty, it is for you two.

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

gentle strokes- he likes when you trace his jawline or collarbones with your fingers, especially when you have long nails. he almost always returns the favour. he likes gently dragging his finger up and down your thigh before and between rubbing your pussy.

directness- tell him you’re turned on. tell him why you’re turned on. tell him how he turned you on. tell him how you feel and why you think he should feel the same way to. by the end of your talk, he’s gurenteed to feel the same way.

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

angry sex/sex during an argument.

he wants to settle things properly first. sex isn’t a solution nor is it forgiveness. the only way he can truly be intimate with you is when you’re both happy and when you’re both on the same page. “angry” sex like that is meaningless to him, the argument mustn’t have been important if you can just forget about it so why can’t you just talk it through?

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

he’s naturally a giver and oral (sex in general) is no exception. he wants you to be able to allow yourself to receive instead of forcing it upon you if you’re not used to it. he introduces his tongue slowly and always asks if what he’s doing is okay. even if you are used to it, he’s always gonna build up to it. he likes when you take the lead even when he’s eating you out, he likes when you’re giving him directions or your hands are in his hair, controlling him, because then he knows that what he’s doing is right.

not too fussed about receiving head. of course he would never say no, but he’s not one to ask for one just to finish without pleasuring you. he’s eyes are closed during the whole thing and and he lets out small, quiet cusses which he knows turn you on. also says nice stuff to you (when he can get the words out) while you’re sucking his dick because 🥺 he is nice.

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

as i mentioned before, he’s slow and sensual. he keeps the experience extremely romantic and memorable. it leaves you wanting more and he knows.

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

not his style. at all. he likes to draw out the details, take his time with you, ensure you've both been treated and pleasured sufficiently.

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

he’d only experiment with things that you’d tried before or things you’ve researched. he doesn’t wanna try anything new to the pair of you especially early on because he doesn’t wanna hurt you or leave a bad impression or anything like that. he’d never spring anything on you that you hadn’t discusssed either.

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

2-3 rounds, but it totally depends on you. how much you want, how much you turn him on after, how tired you are etc.

he usually lasts for around 20 mins but needs like a 10 second breather sometimes

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

i don’t see him owning any toys but i don’t think he’d be opposed to using them. if you wanted to use them, great fantastic he’d get straight to it. he would definitely like to try them for himself at least once too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease you much, because he’d rather just do it? but i guess if you’d consider extended foreplay to the point where you have to beg him to fuck you as teasing then he’s the master lol. oH and also doesn’t just kiss you during sex, he definitely teases with those.

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

tries to hold his moans and cusses back but fails lol. they’re quiet and soft but you can still hear them. he gets kind of shy about them after sex too and he doesn’t really like it when you bring it up.

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

“take it off” he orders, looking directly at your chest. you remove your tshirt on command and throw it to the ground. he walks towards you, backing you into the wall behind you. it was a harsh and sudden coldness on your back, but there was something even colder in front of you. his eyes glared at you, which subconsciously made you remove your bra.

“so fucking beautiful” he growled while taking one of your breasts in his hand. it wasn’t long before he started with his tongue. he circled your nipple with his tongue while he played with the other one in his hand. your head automatically fell back, luckily resting on the wall. he slowly began to flick your nipple with his tongue before gently kissing it and moving to the other one.

your hand found its way to his hair, grabbing it and pulling it a little. you occasionally let out small gasps, which almost always made him look up at you and smile.

after a few minutes, he stood up once again, head buried in your neck as he whispered what he wanted you to do for him next.

“please, make me cum. you've turned me on so much tonight.”

that’s when it all started making sense. you’d been bowling that night with friends. this involved a lot of bending over, a lot of casual skin touches when neither of you were bowling and a LOT of whispering closely in his ear since the music was so loud. you knew he liked it when you whispered, but you didn’t know even in that context that it would send shivers down your spine. you stored that info, maybe you’d use that against him one day after he’d been teasing you.

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

i think average, with just a little under average thickness. i’m not sure if you can ever call a dick pretty but i feel with yoshi it would be justified, especially when it’s hard.

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

i’m pretty sure it varies depending on your type of relationship. if you are a romantic partner, 3-4 times a week. if it’s just a fling, once maybe twice a week at most. he has a naturally high sex drive, but he’s less likely to take his time with someone he has no feelings for meaning he doesn’t really crave sex as often as he would with someone he’s romantically involved with.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as i mentioned above, yoshi wants to talk to you and connect with you even further after sex. he falls asleep when he’s ready to fall asleep, which is after he’s learnt something about you that makes his heart flutter, that he can tease you about later on.

[jisungsmochi]

rest your love - lee haechan

don’t worry!! i didn’t forget about this series hehe,, i personally really liked this one!! i’m probably going to try and write more often!

anyways pls enjoy,, i’ll link my masterlist for the other parts of this series (nct dream as ‘the vamps’ songs)

word count: 2.2k 

summary: “when the world gets loud, baby you can rest your love on me”

haechan never understood why people liked to be chased. he thought that all he needed to do was ask someone out and boom, a beautiful relationship. until he befriends you, and learns that sometimes people just need a shoulder to lean on, before they can rest their love on someone.

//

I see you move, so I do understand

Why you get attention?

I hear you talk, but I don't comprehend

Why I get no mention?

“it’s physically impossible to dislike me, i’m just a catch” haechan brags while walking to his first college class, his friends, renjun and jaemin trailing behind him.

“just because everyone liked you in high school, doesn’t mean people will in college. it’s a completely different ball game” renjun rolled his eyes at how overly optimistic and delusional his friend was being.

“ah let him live, he’ll find out soon enough” jaemin chuckles softly as he and renjun wave to haechan,  scurrying off to their own lectures.

haechan shrugs, not taking in any of his friends words. he stumbled into the classroom, scanning for an empty seat. he quickly made his way to a spare desk, pulling out all his materials. just as the tutor walked into the room, his eyes met those of, who he believed, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. you flaunted your way to the last empty seat, which happened to be next to the awfully cheery boy, smiling at you.

you weren’t having the best day, immediately regretting your choice of a desk mate. as soon as you sat down, haechan was a blabbering mess. he shot questions left and right at you, despite the fact you barely responded to any of them. you just assumed he wanted to make friends fast, or he was just a chatterbox. “so how are you doing on this fine day?” he mutters to you, but received a stern glare in response. you tilted your head to the front of the room, zoning in on your tutor. haechan would lie if he said he didn’t feel slightly deflated. usually he had no problem making conversation with strangers. but you were so cold, so uninterested, it really hurt his ego. maybe renjun was right, not everyone would like him. but haechan was an unbelievably stubborn optimist. he was going to befriend you, no matter how long it took.

//

And you know, you know where to find me

Yeah, you know where to go when you're looking for love

And you know, you know where I'm hiding

Yeah, you know

it had been over three weeks since haechan first met you and you still wouldn’t budge. you only spoke to him during group tasks, other than that you continued to ignore his advances. haechan got the message loud and clear that you weren’t going to pay him attention. it took a toll on his own self confidence, until renjun gave him a stern talking to,

“god don’t let her get to your head, dude!! she’s awful for not wanting to be friends with you”

haechan pouted, “but she’s so pretty, i can’t just ignore her”

at that moment, he received a notification on his phone.

y/n: is this haechan? i think you took my notes by accident

his eyes widened, how did you even get his facebook account?

he scrambled around his room, looking into his backpack and surely enough, there were your notes, prettily written up.

haechan: hello! i do have your notes, i can meet you somewhere to hand it back? maybe the cafe? we can get something to eat!

renjun was now peering over haechan’s shoulder, too invested in this interaction.

y/n: no it’s fine, just give it to me next class, thanks

after reading your message, renjun bursted out laughing.

“dude that’s brutal, she’s something else” haechan fiddled with his phone, glaring at the other boy. he clicked on your profile, sending you a friend request as he scrolled through your posts. he saw that your friends had wished you a happy birthday, almost a year ago. he then realised it was in a few days...

“i have the perfect plan to get her to notice me” haechan smirks, renjun rolling his eyes,

“you’re ridiculous”

//

it was a friday afternoon, when haechan stumbled into class. you looked over at him, expecting some type of greeting, but you didn’t hear a peep from the boy.

strange, you thought to yourself.

as you were preparing for the lesson, haechan pulled something out of his bag. you looked over, noticing a small pink box now placed on your side of the table. you raised your eyebrow at him, in which he whispered,

“happy birthday, y/n”

your face froze. how did he know it was your birthday?

you looked back at the small box, slowly moving your hands to open it. to your surprise, there was a red velvet cupcake, decorated with a ton of rainbow sprinkles. there was a tiny picket that said:

“happy birthday, cutie!”

you couldn’t hide your smile, which only made haechan swoon even more. you weren’t the type to make a big deal out of your birthday, but this gesture from haechan truly made your day. you bit your lip softly, eyes meeting his.

“t-thankyou, haechan. i really appreciate this” you smiled at him softly, not caring that you were now on speaking terms with him.

“anything for you, y/n” he cheerfully responded, turning his attention to the front of the room.

maybe lee haechan was worth letting in...

//

the days following, haechan would spam you with random texts throughout the day. initially you would have been annoyed, but after his generous birthday gift, you started to enjoy his company. although you wouldn’t say it to his face, you silently appreciated him.

“how is my beautiful, y/n doing?” he smirked as he walked with you after class. he’d always compliment you, each time making you gush inside.

“i’m alright, have a ton of homework to do though” you sigh, thinking back to the stack of work you had on your desk.

“oh poor thing! do you want to copy my work? i have it here right now i ca-“

“no, haechan, it’s okay. if i need help, i’ll just...call you or something” you paused, looking over at the boy whose eyes just lit up like a christmas tree.

“of course you can call me! call me anytime you want!” he exclaimed. you shake your head softly at him as you both continued walking.

once haechan met up with renjun and jaemin again, he couldn’t stop gushing about you.

“...and then she said i could call her! well she said she’d call me, but same thing” he explained your interaction to his two friends as they were eating at a local diner.

“so romantic” renjun sarcastically comments, causing jaemin to elbow him slightly.

“i think it’s a good step! i mean atleast she’s talking to you now” jaemin chimed in, feeding into his friend’s cheerful nature.

“yeah! i have a lot of hope for us” haechan smiles to himself, in which jaemin and renjun looked over at eachother before rolling their eyes.

you did end up calling haechan that night, as you were stuck on the very last question of the homework.

“y/n, it’s hard to explain, let me just send you my answer” haechan insisted,

“no, i feel guilty” you sigh, placing down your pen.

“it’s really okay, i want to help you” you bit your lip, eventually giving in.

“okay fine, but i’ll owe you something in return” you agree, hoping whatever he wanted wouldn’t be too bad.

“hmmm how about going to the movies with me this weekend? i know you wanted to see the new zombie one that just came out” he suggested. although you were shocked he was practically asking you on a date, were more shocked he remembered you talking about this movie.

“do you really think that is proportionate to what you’re doing for me?” you roll your eyes playfully, finding his advances quite endearing.

“yep!! take it or leave it” you hesitated for a moment, what’s the worst that could happen?

“okay fine, you have yourself a deal” you replied. haechan quickly put himself on mute (or so he thought), letting out a loud ‘YES!’, before returning to the call. you had heard everything, softly chuckling to yourself.

he was pretty cute.

//

That when the stars go out, you can rest your love on me

And when the world gets loud, baby, you can rest your love on me

“that ending was terrible” you pouted as you left the cinema with haechan.

“it wasn’t so bad, it could have been worse” he shrugged, leading you to the next location.

“hm i guess so, by the way, where are we going anyway?” you questioned, walking alongside him, observing your surroundings.

“this cool burger place i found online, here i’ll show you some photos” he pulled out his phone, swiping through the photos. you nodded along, agreeing to let him lead the way.

“y/n? is that you?” you heard a deep voice call, you head shot up, so did haechan’s.

“who’s that?” your mouth went dry. your body froze up. why was he here? why did he have to call out to you?

“oh my god it is you! long time no see” the mysterious boy approached the pair of you, completely disregarding haechan’s existence. he noticed how uncomfortable you were, eyes flickering between the boy and you. he placed his arm loosely around your back, the other boy’s eyes following in suit.

“oh i see, you’re dating someone. dang, i guess i missed my shot. he doesn’t seem like your type” the boy scoffed, arms folded as he stared you both down.

“w-we have to go” you finally bring yourself to mutter, pulling haechan along with you.

“y/n who was that?” haechan kept repeating, which only made you want to cry.

“he’s my ex, okay? just take me home” you sniffled, haechan immediately became concerned. he didn’t ask any further questions, driving you straight back to your place.

as he reached your house, he looked over at you, tears brimming your eyes.

“i-i’m sorry that our day was cut short. i was really enjoying myself. my ex and i ended on pretty bad terms and i would just like some time alone right now, i hope you understand” you sniffled, which made haechan’s heart ache.

“you don’t have to apologise. you know where to find me if you need me. i’ll be waiting for you to open up to me one day, y/n. however long it takes” he assures you, leaving you with a warm feeling in your stomach. you just nodded back at him, making your way into your house.

haechan sat in his car for a while, wishing he could take away all your pain.

//

you invited haechan to meet you at the local park. with no further questions, he rushed out of his room, eager to see you again. you waited patiently on the small bench, swinging your legs back and forth. you heard heavy footsteps approach, your eyes meeting those of the boy who radiated happiness.

“are you alright?” haechan starts as he takes a seat next to you, leaving a small gap between you both.

“y-yeah, i’m ready to tell you everything” you began,

“he and i ‘dated’ two years ago. i say ‘dated’ because well, i thought we were, but turns out he was just another player and i was just another pawn in his little game. it was my first relationship too, messed me up pretty bad. that’s why i tend to keep to myself, not really letting others in too much. he made me feel like every guy who gave me attention just wanted me for their own selfish needs” you sigh, eyes avoiding haechan’s. he wanted to hold your hand, but opted not to.

“he’s an asshole, you didn’t deserve that. i-i could treat you so much better i promise-“

“haechan, c-can we just slow things down?” you finally made eye contact with him, his face contorting into a confused expression.

“i know you like me, and i would be lying if i said i didn’t have a slight interest in you too. but i don’t think i’m ready for a relationship yet” you admit, worried for his reaction. but to your surprise, he didn’t feel sad or dejected at all. instead he smiled widely at you, leaning in closer.

“i’ll go as slow as you want. you can rest your love on me, whenever you need. i’m just glad to hear you like me too” he batted his eyelids, making you softly chuckle.

“thankyou” you whispered to him, moving closer so that your shoulders touched. the rest of the day was filled with random activities from the arcade, to a bike ride along the park’s trail and finally dinner. haechan came to realise that being with somebody wasn’t black and white. there was a grey area that lied in between. he didn’t care how long he needed to wait, all he knew was that he finally got you to like him. and that was enough to make him the happiest man alive.

[nicka-nell]

Prompt Event

Request: anonymous - ​ for the prompt event ,,, 44 & 46 w yamaguchi??? like friends w benefits to lovers bc yamaguchi gets jealous that youre talking to another guy ??? (afab reader pls hehe) oh and nsfw please!!!

Prompt Event  | Masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x reader

Words: 3.896

Warning: nsfw, 18+, blow job, kind of rough sex?

Promots:

44. Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!

46. You were always more than just a one night stand to me.  

His warm cum runs down your throat as you milk his cock, when the painful twitch presses against your inside. With a loud pop, Yamaguchi pulls you by your hair away from his member, looks into your eyelashes sticking together with tears, his breath still raspy. 

“Happy birthday, Yams.” You say something out of breath when you open a bottle of water that you drink to flush the last bit of sperm left in your mouth down and give him a fleeting kiss. “When is the party?” You ask after you wipe away the drops of water at the corner of your mouth with your forearm.

“In an hour.” He answers you as he throws himself with his upper body back off the bed and looks at his cell phone, where the first congratulations are already adding up. “Well, then I still have time to shower, I’ll be right back.” You answer casually as you pack your bag with the change of clothes and go into the bathroom.

You two have been friends for a long time, have always understood and respected each other as neighbors. You were always there for each other, even when your former boyfriend had left you, when you had cried out to Yamaguchi, and were happy to have him as your best friend.

But that night, he wasn’t just your best friend. No, the grief and his affection made you kiss him, made him return your kiss, and before you knew it, your normal friendship became a friendship with benefits.

Yet you had made rules. Everything was allowed, a hand job or blowjob, licking, kissing, kinks, everything but no sex, because this would not end well.

But one evening, when you had a terrible date, you had a little too much to drink with Yamaguchi, forgot about each other and did not follow the rules, because you slept together. And it was really wonderful.

Yamaguchi was truly talented with his tongue, but that he is also so incredibly good at sex? You didn’t expect that. He was like a servant who had done everything for his goddess, who had so delighted and adored you, that you could think of nothing more than him.

And as in all the movies, all the shows, you should have known that sex without love is not so easy. That there is always someone who develops feelings. But you’re just friends.

Thoughtfully, you dry your hair before you get dressed and walk out of the bathroom. From below, you already hear voices, wishing Yamaguchi all the best for his birthday, while his joyful laughter echoes through the hallway.

Slowly you also go down the stairs, seeing many unknown faces, until you see a familiar person and approach him. “Hi Tsukki! So, did you give Yams the same as last year?” You giggle as you slap the big blond man on the back.

Annoyed, he looks down at you as he looks down the stairs from which you came down. “And you? Did you give him what you give him every week?” He smirks as you stick your tongue and fold your arms.

“I don’t know what you mean, I haven’t given Yams his present yet.” You sigh when you think of the gift in your pocket. It’s a little box you both made when you were little. You once saw a movie where a few friends put their favorite things in a box, buried it, and dug it up again after ten years.

These 10 years are now around and you were sure that Yamaguchi had already forgotten all this, yet you hope that he remembers it and is happy about his present.

Although Yamaguchi is busy welcoming the guests, his gaze always wanders to you and his best friend. He watches you, looks at you, how you talk to Tsukishima, how he behaves himself, and also how he acts around you.

He’s not worried about you or Tsukishima. You two are his best friends. You once told him that Tsukishima is just a friend for you, and Tsukishima also sees you as a friend rather than a person he would love at some point.

“I’m going to get a drink, do you want some too, Tsukki?” You ask him as your legs already make the first steps to the kitchen. But Tsukishima only shakes his head. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t have my drink brought by a dwarf like you.” 

“As friendly as ever.” You laugh at him, already averted from him, as you stretch your middle finger upwards and go into the kitchen. You still smile about Tsukishima, not noticing the man in front of you, who turns around and suddenly pours his drink on your pretty dress.

You both flinch as your eyes meet, when you notice how the dark-haired man turns reddish. His eyes match his hair, are just as dark, while his smile is warm and friendly. “I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t see you. I’ll pay for the cleaning.” He is a little hesitant when he turns around and reaches for a kitchen towel to give it to you.

He spins another time around to take a second towel and wipe the floor dry before picking up the cup and waiting for your answer. But you only smile at him after you’ve dabbled away most of the moisture.

“You could just tell me your name. That would be enough for me, stranger.” With your words you jump on Yamaguchi’s large marble kitchen island, swinging your legs back and forth playfully.

“My name is Ennoshita Chikara. May I ask who the delicate woman before me is? Who would rather have my name than the cost of cleaning this lovely dress?” He smiles, embarrassed, but you recognize this slight mischievous undertone in his voice.

With the index finger you wave him closer to you, and notice that his looks land again and again on your almost naked thighs, which have become visible by the sliding up of your dress. “You must speak louder. I don’t understand you, Ennoshita.”  

Your words make him nervous, but pull him under your spell at the same time, so he takes another step towards you until he stands in front of you, putting his hands almost naturally on your thighs, as he repeats his words.

His hands are soft, lie warm on your skin, yet don’t fill you with the warmth you usually feel. “I’m L/n Y/n. And if you want, I can give you my number, then we can talk again about the cleaning costs for this dress, which is so pretty for you.” You whisper to him as you reach out and tell him to give you his phone.

With shaky hands, he reaches his cell phone out to you, almost afraid to say anything when you type in your number and give him the phone back.

“Tell me, Tsukki, do you know where Y/n is?” Ask Yamaguchi, who lost sight of you with Hinata’s joyful congratulations. “I don’t know, she wanted to get a drink, but apparently she can’t find the fridge, because she’s still gone.” Hisses the tall man who is still annoyed by all the people in the hallway.

With an unwholesome feeling, he walks along the hallway to the kitchen, which suddenly seems infinitely long. Just to see through the door gap that you’re standing in the kitchen with his former school- and teammate Ennoshita.

Your cheeky smile, which you always throw to Yamaguchi before you both enjoy your togetherness. How he touches your skin, which he likes to feel in his hands, while his head buries between your legs as you moan loudly his name.

“Ah, here you are, Y/n. Can I talk to Y/n alone? We need to talk about something for Tsukki’s birthday present. You know, which we gave him a few weeks ago.” Stops you Yamaguchi’s voice from talking to Ennoshita further.

For a moment, he smiles at the dark-haired man before turning to you. His view is now cool and distant. “Oh, sure. We’ll see or hear each other soon L/n. See you.” Ennoshita says goodbye to you, before he passes Yamaguchi, who then closes the door and walks past you to go to the fridge.

Without even saying a word, he pulls a water bottle out of the fridge, fills a glass and puts a few ice cubes in before he turns around and takes a sip. “So you and Ennoshita. Do you like him?” he wants to know, even if his tone is bored.

“Yeah, he is a kind of sweet and a nice guy.” You’re shuffling when you think about that dark-haired man you saw earlier. “Mhm.”, “What’s wrong, Yams? Are you jealous or something like that?” You’re almost smiling at him with that serious look he’s trying to suppress. If only he knew...

But he just frowns, puts his glass next to you on the kitchen island, but tries to escape your gaze. “Why should I?”, “Maybe you don’t want to share me with others?”  You giggle as you press your black high heels to his chest. Almost surprised by your own action.

Angry, he closes his eyes to slits as his gaze wanders along your body, up to your face. Why are you being so hard on him today? Wearing the shoes he told you he loved most about you, his absolute favorite dress, which he once gave you because he was convinced that you look stunning in it. And damn it, you looked more than breathtaking.

“You said yourself we’re just friends, so I don’t care to whom you make your willing hole available.” He hisses when he pushes your leg off his chest and wants to turn around.

You’d never seen him so angry. Such hurtful words that directly affect your inner, you had never heard of him before. Instinctively you reach for his wrist, prevent him from turning around and pull him to you, so that he stands between your legs, you still on the counter.

His body pushes your legs further apart so that your dress slips up a bit and your panties blink out. Even his favorite panties you wear, and he’s sure that your bra will match this one. Angry he tries to pinch his teeth together, doesn’t understand why you make yourself so pretty when you’re just looking for a new guy, almost as if he’s no longer enough for you.

Like he’s not good enough anymore, and you throw him away, swap him out like a substitute player in volleyball. It was like that before, if he hadn’t done his best, he was replaced right away. But he was aware of his role in volleyball, only with you he was unsure, did not know what role he played for you.

“I’m sorry, Yams.” You whisper to him as you put your arms around his neck and give him a hesitant kiss. But Yamaguchi shies away, doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’s angry because you’re playing with his feelings, even though you probably don’t do it on purpose.

After all, you said you were just friends, so it’s not your fault he has feelings for you. You can do whatever you want, because you’re not a couple. “What? That you throw yourself like a bitch in heat at the next guy you run into?” The words suddenly fall loudly out of him, and immediately after he has pronounced them, he regrets them.

With persistent breath he seeks your gaze, wants to apologize to you, but he falls silent when he sees your pitiful gaze. “I’m sorry I pissed you off. But you know... Only you can make me happy, my good boy.” You giggle as you bend over and cover up these hurtful words with your gaze and your voice. Words that make you cry inside.

But Yamaguchi’s thoughts are unclear, his actions free of his will as the red thread in him, tears when he leans forward to kiss you roughly. With his teeth he nibbles on your lower lip, search the entrance to your tongue to taste it too, before he presses you with a loud groan on the plate of the kitchen island and grabs his hands on your thighs, the place where Ennoshita had his fingers.

“Hey, Tadashi, what are you doing? Somebody could come in any time!” You say, your voice is almost shaking with fear. But that doesn’t bother Yamaguchi at the moment.

When he realizes that you are trying to straighten up, one of his hands moves to your chest, presses you again on the cold plate, and thus prevents you from getting up. His other hand glides over your soft thigh to your panties, he caresses with his fingers.

Full of lust, he looks down at you, observing your facial features every time his finger shoves over the fine lace fabric, along your core and back to your entrance. “Yams… please… someone could see us. Hahh...”  

But he doesn’t answer you, just bends down to kiss the inside of your thigh before his fingers push your panties aside and give him a clear view of your already shiny hole. “You seem to like it when I look at your already dripping wet hole. Or is that all that’s left of your dirty thoughts about Ennoshita?” 

His husky voice kisses your damp walls before licking over them with his tongue, sucking on your clit as his fingers slowly enter you, spread and explore your inside. His vibrating sound trembles on your walls, Yamaguchi’s tongue makes you bury your hands in his hair, because it makes just the right pressure, just the right movement on your core.

And now that his fingers are inside you, hitting your sweet spot just right, you can’t help but give a pinched moan as you place your juice over his fingers. He still says nothing while he pulls his fingers out of you, inspecting your body as it moves slightly twitching from your orgasm as he licks your delicious juice off his fingers.

Slowly you open your eyes, trying to find clear thoughts again, now that you’re sure it’s over and Yamaguchi has left out his anger. But you’re wrong, and you realize that Yamaguchi’s hands bury in your hip, pulling you off the counter. Your shoes clap as they touch the floor.

“Thank you, but next time you lock the kitchen before we-” Your sentence is sealed by his lips, which, roughly like the waves, crashes on a rock face. Yamaguchi’s hand is firmly in your hair, while the other one frees you from your short dress.

Pull it off your shoulders until it falls to the ground when your skin confronts with the cold air. His fingertips wander under your bra, pulling on the fine band before they open it, and it also leaves your body almost bare. 

“Tadashi… What… are you… doing?” You try to ask between your kisses. “What does it look like to you? You were always more than just a one-night stand to me.” His voice is serious, deep, as his eyes look at you piercing.

“Wait! Wait, we said everything but sex!”, “But that’s not enough for me anymore, Y/n!” He adds loudly, and for the first time you see a mixture of despair, anger and fear in him. Your heart beats faster when you begin to understand his words.

But you can’t answer him, because you are suddenly turned over by him, pressed with your chest on the cold plate of the kitchen island as he places himself behind you, kisses your back and at the same time opens his pants with his free hand.

You hear how the coarse denim material lands on the floor, how your body through the cold of the marble top, the warmth of his lips and the tickling of his hair, you lose your mind. 

His cock is already rock hard as he rubs it against your butt, distributing his spit on it before he pushes it into you without further preparation. Not that you needed it, because you’re still soaking wet from your orgasm.

“Hahh… Y/n… You feel so good, I missed that so much.” He groans with a shaky voice and buries his hands tighter in your hips, as he pushes your ass firmly against his pelvis again and again, in order to really reach every spot in you. And that’s what he does.

Although he’s not as gentle as last time, he fills you completely, stretches you with a pleasant pain and makes your entire body shake. “Ahh Tadashi! So… so good!” Your whiny moaning makes his dick twitch, makes him smile, as a disgusting sound tears him out of this dreamlike event.

Annoyed, he looks to the side until he sees your phone on which an unknown number lights up. It can only be the number of Ennoshita. “Answer it and put it on speaker!” He breathes to you, as he pushes the phone to you and thrusts aggressively into you, almost as if he wants to give you a warning.

With shaky hands, you answer the call as Ennoshita’s voice echoes through the kitchen. “Hi Ennoshita here. I just wanted to call.” Through the phone you can hear his smile, but you can’t answer, as you are sure that you would moan out loud. 

“Eh… L/n? Are you on the phone? Can you hear me?” He asks insecurely, when Yamaguchi whispers in your ear that you should answer him. “Yh- Yes hah!” You groan almost out loud, biting your lower lip. 

But he doesn’t seem to have heard it, because he just laughs joyfully. “Beautiful! You know, I had to leave quickly because my mother still needs some help. Thanks for giving me your number. Do you have plans after the party? Do you… maybe want to come over?” 

You notice, as with his last sentence, Yamaguchi’s speed and especially the hardness of his thrusts strengthen, how they now make the things on the cooking island tremble the same way like your body and you can hardly keep your voice still.

“I’m sorry… ngh… I’m b- busy with Yah- Yams birthday p-party. I’ll ha- c- call you tomorrow. Nhh.... Bye Sh… Ennoshita ah!” You apologize to him before he says goodbye to you, something embarrassed and you hang up.

“Ah fuck! Why, why are you doing this Tadashi haah?” You want to know, as you try to turn to him, but you can’t do it with his grip. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!” His words reach you like lightning, make your body tingle differently.

For a moment, you’re trying to process his words, realize what he said. His thrusts are fast and hard, almost as fast as your heartbeat right now. “Yamaguchi wait! Wait! Stop!” You shout at him loudly and with a lot of pressure in your voice as you detach yourself from his grip and turn around.

You look at him completely surprised, and now he also realizes that he had just confessed his feelings to you. “Is that true Yams? Do you really love me?” Your tone is almost broken, quiet and hard to understand, but for Yamaguchi it is louder than ever.

Ashamed, he bites his lip, looks to the ground and nods, barely visible. He is sure to have ruined everything now, but he would not have expected you to approach him and kiss him lovingly. That you press your body against his and bury your hands in his hair.

Full of passion, you look into his dark eyes, which are now getting wider and wider. “Then fill me up. Show me you can make me happy. Show me you can be a bad boy, too.” Stunned, he looks at you. Do you love him too? Because you didn’t reject him.

He’s sure you can hear his heartbeat loud before he jerks you up and puts you back on the counter in front of him. You don’t care if someone could come in or not, you just want to feel Yamaguchi inside you again.

Hastily you pull him to you, bring his hands to your body before you tie your legs to his hip and look for a hold on his back with your hands. Haunting his lips finds yours, as his dick penetrates into you again, he pushes you further against himself and continues where he left off earlier.

Your breath mixes, just as your eyes look at each other hungry, when Yamaguchi brings his lips to your body, caresses your collarbone while his hand plays with your nipple, wraps the other around your hip so you won’t be pushed away from his bumps.

“Oh god Tadashi, so good. You fill me so good! I’m close, hah!” You groan as you notice how the knot in your body slowly contracts. As if you don’t know what to do with your desire, you claw your nails in his back, tilt your head backwards and let the pleasure reign over your body.

“Ah, Tadashi! I- I love you! I always loved you!” You moan, weeping as your vision blurs and your body becomes numb. He carefully lets you down on the plate, still holding you to the hip, but it is difficult for him not to come now.

Because your walls are so tight, tie up his limb and your words that you love him are enough to bring him to orgasm. Sloppy his lips hit yours as he distributes his shots at you, exhausted, slumped on you.

“I love you too, for a long time now.” He then whispers to you as he sticks your hair, which is sweaty on your temples, behind your ear and looks at you with his otherwise unbelievably sweet smile.

You’re overjoyed to be telling him when you first noticed, when the kitchen door opened and you two were looking at the door. Even if you see him standing upside down, you are sure it is Tsukishima.

Shocked, you both look at him while he doesn’t make a face. “Next time, you might want to put some music on for your guests, so they don’t have to listen to you moaning.” Bored, he clicks his tongue as his gaze wanders towards you.

“Really resourceful, your birthday present. As if you guys aren’t doing your weird sex thing every week.” You do not manage to give him an answer, because the door has already closed with a loud bang, only the two of you in the quiet room.

Embarrassed, Yamaguchi scratches the back of the head as he helps you stand up and hands you your dress and underwear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen and…. for it to get so awkward.”

But you’re just laughing at his apology. “I regret nothing because you told me you loved me. I don’t care who heard me or who didn’t. As long as you’re the one hearing me the loudest.” Again his eyes become big, his mouth wide and his cheeks red. “Does that mean you want to be together with me?” 

“I’d like to be your friend, your girlfriend.” You smile and give him a sealing kiss on the lips before you get dressed and go back to the others.

[twistedtranslations]

Idia Shroud - I can’t

You can unlock this story by getting Idia’s SR Ceremony outfit

Translation under the cut

TL notes

Q.E.D. is a manga where the main character gets roped into various detective cases by his friend and only solves them because they asked.

Idia calls others with the -shi suffix, which can be translated as Mr. but I left that out.

Ignihyde Dorm - Idia's room

Idia: Sigh… I can't do it after all… Why did I make that nonsensical promise with Ortho to appear at the entrance ceremony… No, it's because I'm weak to Ortho's requests, I know, I know, I’m almost like that Q.E.D. guy… But I shouldn't be! 

Idia: There's no way that a shut-in like me will suddenly show up at a big event like the entrance ceremony where all the students gather! Y-Y-Yet I'm the dorm leader…?! Just thinking of everyone watching me… Ugh. I'm feeling extremely dizzy. I'm getting a stomachache. I'm totally feeling sick right now, oh no, guess I gotta call in sick;

*Knocking*

Ortho: Brother?

Idia: Ack! … O-Ortho. Is there something?

Ortho: I'm going to the sports field for a bit. There's only one week left until the entrance ceremony, so I quickly have to get used to my new body!

Idia: O-Okay. Have a safe trip. Don't stay out too late.

Ortho: Okay~

Idia: He's so cheerful… Does the entrance ceremony make him that happy? If I were to tell him that I’ll skip out on the entrance ceremony because it’s too harsh for mr, he'll surely be disappointed… What should I do…

*Knocking*

Idia: O-oh!? O-Ortho, is that you!?

Riddle: Idia, it's me, Riddle Rosehearts from Heartslabyul.

Idia: R-R-Riddle?! W-Why are you at Ignihyde?

Riddle: Because the principal asked me. I will bring you to the dorm leader meeting for the ceremony, even if I have to collar you… understand? Good grief, the entrance ceremony is so close, yet you have not even shown your face once during the preparations. The only ones who have not come to the meeting are you and Malleus. Please hurry and come.

Idia: I…

Riddle: I?

Idia: I can't.

Riddle: … Huh? You can't? What do you mean? You are in good health, are you not?

Idia: N-No, Ortho isn't here now… talking face to face with you guys… and then the meeting… I definitely can't do it!

Riddle: Stop making excuses… you are a dorm leader. You should not be so lenient on yourself. It is not like I have free time either. Hurry and go, and open the door!

Idia: I, I-I don't want to! I-It's not like I wanted to become the dorm leader!

Riddle: You are being irresponsible. Once you put in charge, it is only natural that you perform your role, no matter the reason.

Idia: Argh… there it is, oh there it is, "It's only natural"~ There they impose their sense of values upon me again.

Riddle: You are always so irritating! Did I say something wrong?! You are an being inconvenient to everyone. You could have the decency to at least help prepare for the entrance ceremony…

Idia: Oof, there it is, the ultimate magic "Everyone"… Using peer pressure to erase the individual, being looked down upon by the common opinion so you can't see the truth. The youth of today that knows no autonomy, it's truly frightening, I sympathize with the future of Twisted Wonderland.

Riddle: Hn, Hngh…. You cannot even talk to someone's face… The only reason you can use these big words is because this door separates us! I always thought this, but a person like you who loves agitating others corrupts the public morals of this school. More than anything, you displease me. Now stop your fast-talking!

Idia: Huh, why are you the one blowing up in my face… scary… I don't understand what you're trying to accomplish…

Riddle: Hngh! I said it is because you displease me! An incompetent dorm leader like you should not command me around!

Idia: I have a reserved and restrained personality, unlike you attention seeker…

Riddle: … What did you just say?

Idia: Ack… A-Anyway, please leave me alone! I was doing fine like this even before you entered the school.

Riddle: I see, I see. So that's how it is. It must have been awfully easy, was it not? Then why don't you have Ortho Shroud do everything so you don't have to lift a finger!

Idia: Eh?

Riddle: You won't have to attend the meeting, you won't have to prepare for the ceremony, neither will you have to deal with the visitors, you can just leave everything to that robot. In any case, you had no intention of attending the entrance ceremony at all, right? Can it be that you were planning to leave the speech to him as well? How pathetic, being forced to work by the irresponsible dorm leader!

Idia: Huh? I never said I wasn't going to the entrance ceremony? Stop making assumptions? I'm going to this entrance ceremony!

Riddle: Perhaps you should stop bragging about common sense? It seems I have made a terrible fool of myself. Can I expect a moving speech from you?

Idia: Piece of cake.

Riddle: Hm. Then I shall grasp my handkerchief and look forward to it!

Idia: … … …Am I not the fool?! "I'm going to this entrance ceremony"…. I don't want to! I can't! Shitshitshitshit… what to do…

Chapter 2

Mirror Chamber The day of the entrance ceremony

Idia: I-I somehow made it to the mirrors… I can do this. I will do this. Using self-suggestion is important. … …Hn… A, Aah… I can't! It's too scary! If I enter everyone will stare at me anyway?! And then they'll start whispering about me! "Who's that?" "Does he not get burned by his hair?" "Isn't he from the cursed Shroud family…" "His anxiety might be contagious" and things like that… Or maybe they'll start poking me with a stick while saying that I'm gross for being blue all over…! I don't want that! Someone save me! …No this is useless. I should calm down at once. I want to go to a quiet place without people to cool my head… Ah, if Ortho was here, he could encourage me. Where did he go…

Courtyard

Idia: If only I didn’t fight with Riddle... And if I didn’t give Ortho false hope. What should I do now...

???: Is that Shroud I hear?

Idia: Hah?!

Malleus: So it is. How unusual.

Idia: M-Malleus…Why are you here?

Malleus: You mean since when? Hehe, I do not recollect seeing you since you became the dorm leader.

Idia: Malleus Draconia… The next ruler of the Valley of Thorns, the dorm leader of Diasomnia! Why is the Ultra SSR Character that is supposed to play the leading role in the ceremony here!?

Malleus: But to see you outside. What are you doing here?

Idia: Ah… I-I thought I would get some fresh air… just like you.

Malleus: I see, just like me. I understand, you needed a distraction.

Idia: A distraction?_

Malleus: Hm? You want a distraction, right? Looking at the scenery, feeling the atmosphere. Thinking about whatever. Relaxing.

Idia: Relaxing!? I-I can’t get even more anxious!

Malleus: Is that so? Then you should enjoy yourself more.

Idia: Enjoy myself!? …That's where I and you differ.

Malleus: Hm? What do you mean?

Idia: A, Ah, no… It's nothing. … But… But I made a promise with Ortho. I would wear these clothes and come today. That's why… Aah, but it's too scary…!

Malleus: By the way, why are you wearing those clothes?

Idia: Huh?

Malleus: Hm?

Idia: Uhm. Do you mean… they don't fit me? I, I-I, I… look strange after all.

Malleus: Hm. It's not like they don't fit you… but I have my questions. Actually, if you say it's strange, it might be strange.

Idia: Urgh…

Malleus: First of all, why did you promise to "go out" like this? It doesn't seem like a big deal.

Idia: I-It might not be a big deal for you, but for me…!

Malleus: Humans are sometimes awfully inconceivable. Oh well, that's interesting about them.

Idia: Inconceivable…

Malleus: No, I didn't mean to make fun of you. I'm very interested.

Idia: So… it's like this after all huh, I see what you're getting at! So you think I'm not capable of donning these beautiful clothes and appearing before a lot of people! Isn't that what you wanted to get at from the start?_ No matter how much I struggle, it's already confirmed that I'm on the dark route towards multiple bad endings, so it's useless. I-I, I-I-I, I'm…I'm…!

Malleus: Shroud? What happened?

Idia:… Ugh, it's nothing! It doesn’t matter!

Malleus: And there he went. What an awfully strange man. To think he wore his ceremony robes for a simple stroll. … But it has been very noisy since this morning. I wonder if something is happening…

Mirror Chamber

Idia (Tablet): Students of Ignihyde, please gather here…

Riddle: Heh. He did not come even after I gave him a good scolding… he is incompetent, after all. I worry for the students that have a dorm leader this unreliable. They have my most sincere sympathies.

Vil: Hah… he did it.

Ignihyde Dorm - Idia's room

Idia: It seems that the outdoors has nothing but events that torment me…  I should just confine myself and shut out all those useless earthly sounds! From the start, I differed from people like Malleus and other humans who have something I don't. How could I ever forget that. 

Idia: … Hm? But isn't this great? I noticed I couldn’t do it, before I went and made an enormous embarrassment of myself in front of the students… 

Idia: I see… I'm sure Ortho didn't want to expose everyone to his big brother's shameful sight. This is the best! Why, am I simply not the best! Didn’t I just auto-play myself into the best route~ 

Idia: Ortho is probably fully enjoying the entrance ceremony by himself right now. He was looking so much forward to it, after all. This is the best. … It really is.

[koushisatori]

I’m not telling, that I’m hurting

matsukawa x f!reader

genre: a slight bit of angst, and then a slight bit of fluff

warnings: hm, maybe the slightly suggestive last sentence <3

word count: 5.8k

note: pls accept my ugly baby, my brain fried itself writing it  (09.12. finally beta’ed my ugly baby hehe)

remember how I said Kuroo is a chill boyfriend and is quick to show that he dislikes something, openly seething and brooding?

Mattsun is even more laid-back in general, there's probably a picture of him next to the word in the dictionary

BUT he also hides it super well when he doesn’t particularly like something

Like, you're probably not realizing that he’s upset or angry until he decides to be very, very obvious about it

and even if he can't hide it (bc it's not only one thing bothering him but more, extremely rare) he won't talk about it on his own

Which is not only exhausting for you but also straining on your relationship at those times

There are two different kinds of pissed though

It isn’t something he wears openly but he gets jealous pretty fast

you’re beautiful, smart, funny and friendly

you’re everything he wants in his significant other and he’d do anything for you, but he hates how there are truly people out there thinking they could be better for you and ask you out 

ofc they want a piece of your attention, he understands, it doesn't mean he that he can't hate it

Bc..maybe (and he would never admit it) he was a bit more insecure than he let on, hiding it under a perfectly trained appearance, all lazy smile, and sarcastic comments

this is his usual state of being pissed, and it’s exclusively reserved for and directed at others

After you officially became an item, it got better - it’s not hard to see that you two were a package deal match made in heaven

back to the day, you started dating:

you two weren’t yet a couple yet but you both were pretty obvious w your wants

There was that unspoken push and pull battle between you regarding who would give in first and ask the other out officially

That moment, you were standing next to Matsukawa holding his hand  which is amazing come on, his large hands engulfing yours is a blessing

(‘’Mattsunnn, my fingers are so cold, will you warm them up?’’ – ‘’That’s a lame attempt of an excuse, Y/N,’’ he had said while taking your hand anyway ‘’you could have that every day, you know, all you have to do is ask me first’’ – ‘’In your dreams, Issei ~’’ ) 

it didn’t stop that one guy from his class, so arrogant and sure of himself, from coming up to you, completely ignoring Matsukawa, and asking you out?? 

Mattsun did not like that AT ALL

If glares could kill, you’d have to visit your boyfriend in jail every week <3

you just gaped at the other, it was hard to believe that this guy was serious but…he waited for an answer

moments of staring were followed with you both simultaneously - he, hiding his annoyance with sarcasm, you mildly concerned for the others health - letting out a ''What the hell''

Before you could tell the other guy that you're not the slightest interested, Mattsun answered for you

''It's sooo cute of you to ask me, but I think it would be unfair of me to agree and just leave Y/N hanging like that…additionally, I only have one hand holding hand available and…'' he sighed deeply, lifting your still firmly intertwined fingers, his brown eyes boring into the other guys ''I have to hold her hand for her for…probably forever, so you're…a bit late.'' 

Letting him pull you away, you giggle ''You know you kind of declared us as offical, a couple, for everyone to hear.'' - ''I absolutely did not do such thing, I'm now simply eternally attached to you and your hand, that's a difference.''

You won that round nonetheless bc him telling the other off was THE gossip for the next week

Your best friend gave you the glorious idea to attend his game at the end of the week in his volleyball shirt but tease him a bit until then about wearing his friend's one 

''You know I should totally ask Tooru if he would lend me his jersey, just to make that jealous bitch in my class shut up and stop pestering me simply for actually knowing him.'', ''Have you seen Iwaizumi's biceps? Please tell me that you wouldn't totally support our strong ace…and maybe open a cult just for his arms. Let me drop all of my life duties real quick, I'm meant to be a good housewife.''; ''Taka-chan said he'd pay for my lunch the whole week if I'd come to your game showcasing his number, you wouldn't mind right?'' 

The thing that had happened and you riling him up all week ended with the other kind of anger which is the silent treatment, completed with a very cold shoulder (which is also, in all honest, his specialty)

him punishing you with silence the whole Thursday as well as Friday morning

He avoids being alone with you, answers messages as short as possible, spends his lunch starring at his food, and not making eye contact

(he's still watching you, just bc he is currently annoyed with you after deviling him so much, doesn't mean he stops wanting to kiss your pretty face until your lips are swollen and your cheeks dusted in pink and red)

The worst is that he KNOWS that you're teasing him but he can't help it okay, you found his achilles heel  </3

Anyways, of course, when the opposing team arrives and they warm-up, you want your…not boyfriend but close enough boy friend to stop moping around (Makki begged you: ''please do something, he won't clown the others or joke around with me, all he does is sulking'')

Even without Takahiro coming up though, you would have gone to him before the game but it just makes it more adorable and hilarious bc he is a bit dumb there, I mean?? The only hand you're holding (and love doing whenever possible) does not belong to either Makki, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, or anyone else for that matter

It wasn't an easy task to discreetly rob him off of his other tricot but you managed

So, while they were doing their warm-up drills you - with Hanamakis help - sneaked into the gym

wearing HIS number on your back and front, together with a pair of jeans that he had complimented on dates before (they make your backside look amazing and you can't tell me that he does not appreciate a nice ass)

After you teased him with the others for so long, he immediately perked up when Hanamaki playfully wolf-whistled at you from across the gym, adding an ''You look amazing, Y/N-chan. Wanna get some food later?'' 

(Makki and you - overdramatically calling each other Taka-chan & Y/N-chan whenever possible to mock Oikawa a bit as well - ended up being best friends. bonus: you both LOVE to irritate Mattsun every now and then since he really only looses some of his composure in relation to you)

glaring at his best friend, Matsukawa strode over to you and dragged you right out of the gym again

then, a few minutes of silence

him checking you out kind of hungrily, longingly (trying not to be obvious about it, too)

before you finally relent and pull him down, standing on your tiptoes

To flick his forehead with all the strength in your fingers :)

‘’The fuck, Y/N.’’

''You are a fucking morron, Issei, and you hopefully know that.'' you sigh, pressing your lips against the point your fingers had hit against to sooth it

Avoiding your gaze - hiding his excited blush - he answered with a noncommitting grunt and a shrug

''you better win this game, and warm up my hands right after, you let them turn to popsicles while not doing your job for nearly two days only bc you were petty''

The smile that now curled his lips while nodding was genuine

not the sarcastic one or the teasing smirk he wore usually for everyone to see

a small, very pleased, and very happy smile, one he offered rarely and only to you

After the game - and having to watch other people ogle your nicely hugged curves even with you wearing his shirt and yelling his name for at least 2/3 of the time - he swept you off of your feet by openly and rather dramatically kissing you all Disney-like (earning some gagging noises from his friends) and asking you out in the same over-the-top kind of way

Don't worry though, he usually only gets frisky 1. when you two are alone

2. when you both decide to annoy the others (but that's more of a show and lots of unnecessary nicknames and sounds - honestly please have some decency children are watching) 

and 3. when he becomes insecure jealous

You know if it's the jealousy burning in him

he's attempting to not show it to you

Yet his grip on your waist is a smidge stronger, his slightly amused expression a bit too tight, too strained to be natural, and he's uncooperative…more than usual

This specific thing happened, just now

 ''Mattsun…'' you murmur, struggling to turn around in his vice-like grip. 

You tried to loosen his arms around your waist a few times while ranting about the mathematical problem and the upcoming test you had, hoping he would offer you his help. To no avail. He probably didn't really realize that he was squeezing you to death or tuning you out. This is why you resorted to wiggling around in his hold until you were finally facing your huffy boyfriend. One of your hands on his biceps and your other playing with the hair in his neck in hopes to calm him down a bit.

''Who spat in your breakfast this morning, you're usually not that grumpy,'' you continue softly, your tone between teasing and worry. Even though you and Hanamaki enjoy riling him up you both always make sure to stay inside a certain limit. Nothing you couldn't solve with an apology, sweet kisses, and genuine assurances that it was nothing more than a joke. In the end, he is the only person that causes your heart to beat faster. The one you like…love. You knew that you loved him for some time now, the desire to have a perfect moment to announce it is the only thing keeping you from saying it out loud.

The shrug you receive wouldn't do it though. Him tending to let it consume him until he snaps is not good. Not for him, and for the relationship of the both of you as well. ''Issei, come on,..'' you gently prod, ''…tell me. Stop living up to your name and talk to me,''

There were a lot of reactions you expected. Another huff maybe, his usual 'Nothing' or even the true reason for his behavior. What you did not expect though was his annoyed groan and him nearly growling at you. ''Y/N, fucking leave it. Stop sticking your nose into my business. Don't you get that I don't want to talk?!''

For a second your breath hitches. The annoyance…slight anger in his voice startling you. ''Jesus fucking Christ, fine,'' you curse - now irritated yourself. It caught him off-guard enough due to its rareness of you cussing out loud. At least enough to push against his chest and free yourself off of his hold, successfully stopping him from just hiding his face away in your neck. ''If that’s what you want, fine. I'm sorry for worrying about you, Matsukawa.'' you say provokingly before you let out a small sigh, ''I'll go to class, maybe Hajime is back from chasing the Captain and can actually help me with math…listens to me, to begin with. Not mope around to the point of ignoring me for some unknown reason.'' with that said you turn around on your heels and leave him standing.

You know he would eventually come around in the next few hours. You hope. Mattsun wasn't or rather isn't angry with you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been as close to you as he had been but his inability to merely talk with you about what was and is bothering him proves to be one of the few reasons that are able to drive you up the wall.

Mathematics being mathematics, the problem wasn't just simply explained within those ten minutes before class started.

If things were normal, you wouldn't be as bothered as you are right now though. Issei would find a way to get it into your pretty little head. He knew how to explain and what to transcribe for you to get the idea behind all those letters and lines scrawled between the numbers.

The problem is that you usually did this in the calmness of your rooms on the weekend. As it seems though, did most people get the problem from the get to go and the teacher decided to write the topical test in your afternoon class today instead of next week, so she could begin with the new thematic on Monday.

Alas, you're fucked.

Not only would you get the worst grade in your whole mathematical carrier but you also couldn't ask your boyfriend, and listen to his deep gentle yet teasing voice explaining stupid equations to you with him being so infuriatingly upset over whatever.

 To your luck, Iwaizumi offers to be your knight in shining armor in extreme times of need. (He tried to convince you to just go to Mattsun because ''He's head over heels for you, don't tell me a stupid fight holds you both back from being insufferable together, Y/N'' - ''We can't be fighting, when he doesn't talk or listen to me.''.) Sacrificing a free hour and his precious lunchtime sitting on the school's rooftop with you, he explains the procedure over and over again. 

After what felt like a whole notebook full of wrong exercises and another one with their corrected versions, the structure of the problem does finally make sense to you. Now cheerfully humming, you look over older tasks you didn't get before when he decides to speak up.

''Y/N?'' Iwaizumi asks, his voice completely calm and…soothing?

''Hmm…'' you hum letting him know that you're listening while correcting another exercise.

''Mattsun will relax once we won that game, okay? Don't be so hard on him.'' His words caught you off-guard, which leads you to look up, question mark clear on your face. ''It's against Akumahebi? The ones that provoked and insulted him so underhandedly last time? Hit all his nerves spot on?'' he adds questioning.

Lips forming a big 'O'. You remember today's opponents vividly.

Seijoh first played against them at the end of your second year, a few weeks after you and Mattsun had started talking with different intentions than throwing terrible pick up lines at each other. Foremost for shit and giggles but actually starting to have hope that the other might mean it.

They stood at the other side of the net and began with their unsportsmanlike strategy by haunting him. ''Imagine thinking someone so mediocre could be rightfully on the field next to players like your ace, could compete against someone like Iwaizumi Hajime.'' or ''The only reason you're on the field is your height, the first years will take over your spot sooner than you think. You are replaceable after all.''. There was no obvious reason for them to pick out Issei but they did. Hissing different things under their breath. You guessed that it's because he always looked so unbothered. As if nothing could wilt his stupidly attractive lopsided smirk.

Afterward, the four of you had a hard time convincing him that those snakes knew shit. That he was on the team for his skills, his amazing blocking, and strategical thinking ability, not his height. That he would be a regular until he left the volleyball club and that he was respected by all of his kouhais.

''Shit,…them? Really?'' you jut our your lower lip. ''He didn't tell me...but I also didn't ask.'' you admit guiltily. ''Well, then I have to cheer extra loud for Issei, I think.'' A triumphant smile stretches across your face, gripping the collar of your uniform with one and pulling up the collar of the jersey underneath with the other. Enough to see the Seijoh colors to come to light. You had stolen it out of your boyfriend's bag two days ago after he went to the bathroom and had hidden it in your desk drawer until today. You nearly forgot to put it on after you accidentally slept in this morning, so you kind of just threw it over your head while hoping to not fall over trying to get into your tights. ''I'm ready to scream at the top of my lungs for my favorite player,…'' you say before you at least partly bashful add ''…no offense. You are my second favorite star player, Haji.''

At that, Iwaizumi simply laughs and playfully pushes against your shoulder. 

Later that evening you found yourself wearing one of Issei's ridiculously large pullovers and sweatpants, sitting wrapped up in blankets on your couch in the living room. Your chest hurting from swallowed and choked up sobs. Even though your parents weren't home when you arrived and wouldn't be for the next two days, enjoying a long-planned short vacation, you didn't allow yourself to cry. A gory horror movie on-screen meant to distract you from your thoughts ends up being nothing more than background noises while wallowing in self-pity.

At one point, Oikawa and Iwaizumi stood at your door - even though you hoped that it would be a certain boy you loved - worried glances boring into your skull from the first second on, and never ceasing.

You didn't even know if your team won or lost. It wasn't like you asked them either.

All you cared for is Issei. Issei, who seemingly decided that he would stop caring for you.

___________________________________

Iwaizumi-senpai and Y/N-senpai would make an adorable couple, don't you think?

You leaving him to make true on your words intensified the insecurities that had just started to brood underneath the surface a few days ago. He couldn't help it, but he definitely would not share those silly thoughts with you.

Issei knew they were wrong. But that didn't stop them from invading the darkest corners of his brain.

You have to agree that Y/N-san and Iwaizumi-san seem really close.

Overhearing the first years giggling about his girlfriend and one of his best friends being a cute couple amplified all of it. Also…he realized just now…since when do you call Iwaizumi by his name? When did he allow you to call him Hajime?

''Have you seen him smile like that with another girl? I, for my part, haven't seen that smile off the court where he can do the thing he loves the most.'' 

 ''Oh, stop, Y/N-senpai has a boyfriend! Don't you know? I feel uncomfortable speculating about something like that.''

 '' 'Course, I know! I just say that, if I were in a relationship with someone, I'd want my boyfriend to be a bit more…relationship-y about it, you know? Like, yeah, they hold hands and they hug. But all they do besides this is banter meaninglessly…more like friends, not like a couple should behave! Iwaizumi-san, though, even without being as close to her bodily, gives off more intense boyfriend vibes than this other player.''

''His name is Matsuka-'' 

‘'And, Y/N-senpai calls him Hajime, I think she even said Haji once, isn't that cute?!''

''Stop it, stupid! You shouldn't be so loud with your words, you might spread something accidentally. And just because she gives them nicknames doesn't imply anything. I'm also giving you nicknames! And, she looks happy with Matsu-''

‘'Yeah yeah, but you don't like me like that. Anyway, just think about it! Would you really say no to someone like Iwaizumi-san though…? What I'd give for him to at least look at me like that. If I were Y/N-sa-''

''You aren't, can we go now, don’t wanna be late for class because of you again.''

 Iwaizumi did seem to feel extra relaxed around you. And you seemed to like his presence as well. 

What if those first years had a point?

For the second time that day, he growled.

No, there was nothing to doubt or think about. It wasn't unusual of you to use their names. You literally started calling Hanamaki 'Taka-chan' within 10 minutes of knowing each other. Making friends was easy for you, and that you and Iwaizumi were in the same class with Oikawa probably just strengthened your bond with each other to endure the Captain's antics.

Issei nodded to himself, decidedly ignoring the little whisper of doubt in the back of his mind for now.

''I am not jealous.'' The black-haired student repeated this sentence in his mind over and over again. His best friend wouldn't do such a thing as 'stealing you away', nor would you leave him like that. People should shut their mouths. Mind their own problems. And because of him definitely not being insecure jealous, there was nothing he had to tell you.

Around lunchtime, Matsukawa decided to make good on his words and apologize to you. He would explain that he just felt on edge due to the game against this specific team, you would forgive him and then things would be back to normal…hopefully. The problem was, that he couldn't find you. Not in your classroom nor with your friends, who didn't have any idea regarding your whereabouts as well.

The dark-haired blocker was about to send you a message to ask you to meet him before your last lesson and his volleyball practice when he hears your beautiful laugh coming from the staircase right in front of him. Pressing himself to the wall he watches you coming down from the school roof with Iwaizumi, jumping into his arms with a blinding smile and running off to your class a second later.

''Would you really say no to someone like Iwaizumi?  ~ Imagine thinking you could compete against someone like your ace.''

With the greasy, suffocating feeling of jealousy burning in the pit of his stomach, he storms off in the other direction.

 Right before warming up for the game in the afternoon, he heard you chatting with Hanamaki in front of the locker room while he was changing. And while the door opened - Kyoutani walking in and Oikawa leaving to fullfil his captain duties conscientiously - he looked at his strawberry haired friend and your back. For the split second he could see you, he realized just how much having you around all day means to him. His eyes wandered. Over your softly shining hair. Slowly outlining your in Seijoh-colours clad shoulders, down your arms to your elbow where they are bent to cross in front of your chest to hold your jacket and uniform pullover. Then down your back and-

With an annoyed huff, he found himself throwing his locker door in its lock, bending down to pull up his knee pads more aggressively than necessary. Ignoring the curious looks and whispers from his teammates he simply grunted out an Ok, when Makki came in telling him that you would be waiting for him.

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Issei 💗👁️👅👁️: go, I'm not coming to see ya', don't need ur encourgmnt or you now You: Mattsun, what's wrong, honestly, you're scaring me Issei 💗👁️👅👁️: sure You: come on, I wanna support and show who's my favorite player Issei 💗👁️👅👁️: hilarious, stay, go home, idc

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"Hey, Y/N-chan, what I meant to ask you earlier…why were you wearing Iwa-chan's shirt." Oikawa carefully questions, his perfectly shaped eyebrow shooting up to emphasize his words.

"I diD wHAT NOW?" - "She did what?!"

Without wasting a second you jump up from under your blanket mountain and sprint up the stairs to your room to look through your hamper.

There it was, that goddamn tricot. A 4 looking right back at you instead of a 3 or 2. It brought every process of thought to an halt.

"But I- 2 days- what, I got this- I was in-" you stop again, slowly turning your head to Iwaizumi, pointing at him. "Since when were you missing this?"

The ace immediately straightens up under your intense gaze. "Three days? No two? Since our last practice, I guess. Kyoutani and Yahaba had some…problems and fought it out in the locker room. But I…wasn't missing it! I thought that it might be in the laundry by accident.'' he answers hesitantly.

You blink. A few times. Nod. And then a loud laugh starts to bubble out of you, interchanging itself with heavy sobs, forcing you to fold into yourself  and hide your face in your hands.

With a worried expression, Oikawa kneels down beside you. ''Y/N-chan…are you okay?''

"He's so fucking dumb, Tooru, why do I even love him? And I am, too!" You hiccup pitifully. "Makki and he switch numbers from time to time, in case you haven't realized. They say it's because it doesn't really matter in the end, it’s fun to confuse others and the worst that could happen is that they forget to wash it before the other wears it,'' you add, a little laugh escapes your lips before your voice breaks in favor of a hiccup again. ''I guess they were about to do that again but with Mad Dog on the loose, the chaos was enough to mix up all the shirts on the bench completely. And since I stole this one secretly out of Issei's bag when he went to the bathroom and quickly hid it to surprise him today, I accidentally grabbed the wrong one instead of his without realizing it."

You gasp for air, your stuffed nose making it difficult to breathe properly. "And then you have to play against this team, out of all possibilities, it's them! So, of course, he's already fed up, and then I'm wearing Hajimes number who he already kind of feels inferior to on the court, where he's the ace and vice-captain first and not his best friend, due to this stupid fucks picking on his insecurities. Fuck!"

For a second you bury your head in your hands again. "No, you know what, fuck this. I don't need him to bury that shit in himself again, or to have stupid thoughts, or leave me because of it'' you furiously hiccup, standing up. ''I can go over, too, and put that behind us.''

 The first time you actually took a second to breathe and evaluate the situation, you had already rung the bell at the Matsukawa family house. Thrice. For good measure. (And so he knew that there's no way out, that you wouldn't leave.) After waiting for solid 5 minutes - knowing that he'd usually reach the door in under a minute, one if he had napped before, you glare at the window above. A strawberry pink colored patch of hair peek out from underneath.

''Alright, if that's what you want'' you grumble. Going over to the trellis and climbing up on it onto the small canopy before finalizing your unauthorized entry by narrowing your furious eyes at two unbelieving faces. Well…he should never have dared you to try to enter his room like this for a joke in the first place when you first became friends. Now, he would definitely not escape you.

''Open. Now. I will break this dumb window, if that's the only way to get you to talk to me, Issei.''

In the end, minutes of starring later, Hanamaki relents and opens the window. ''Thanks,'' you say sweetly before you chop at the strawberry haired boy's side. ''Y/N-chan, I thought we had something special,'' he wheezes, holding his side.

''We have a talk later, Makki, this was only for not opening the door now'' you say, promptly throwing him out of your boyfriend's room. Your voice seemed to sound scary enough for him to leave rather freely. Or at least it made clear that there was no space for buts. That this was a talk between Mattsun and You. Alone with your boyfriend, you turn around to face Matsukawa. To glare at him.

''What do yo-'' - ''Shut up, Issei. You're going to listen and talk to me right now without filter.'' you hiss. While he tried to keep his cool demeanor, the black-haired boy swung his legs off of the bed to sit properly and not slouch, wanting to listen to you. Wanting you to explain…probably.

''Issei, you morron, you deserve the hardest forehead flick in the history of forehead flicks! What were you thinking?! Why didn't you just tell me that it was them you had to play against today? I would have done everything for you to feel better. I would have been understanding of your mood because I know what they did, but no. You decide to be jealous instead? Of Hajime out of all people? Give me a statement and I will refute it within seconds, whatever you want. Come one, test me. And I dare you to shrug just once,...just once!, and I will - even though I lo-. I will freaking kick your dumb ass to the moon..''

A snort, unfairly attractive and so very Mattsun, leaves him. ''As if you could reach that hig-'' - ''Thin fucking ice, Matsukawa.'' 

With a sigh, he scratches the back of his neck. ''Why were you saying you want to 'support' your favorite player when you were wearing Iwa's shirt? I mean I can’t prescribe who you like, I guess, it’s your decision...but,...hah,...maybe don’t make it sound...I dont know.'' Issei asks straight away, watching the ground between you. 

''Because certain volleyball players I know like to change jersey numbers after practice. And because of Mad Dog-chan being on the hunt for Yahaba's head, a very specific already mentioned player took the wrong shirt with him, which ended with me accidentally stealing said wrong shirt.'' you vaguely answer, watching him tense up. ''Now it's my turn. Why are you so specifically bothered by it being Hajimes?''

 ''I…it's-'' looking up, he met your eyes already narrowing again. You expect him to say 'It's nothing'. No, it was important to say it now, even if it was embarrassing. ''I heard people talking,...saying that he'd be better for you than me. That…that you liking him that way is just a question of time. And while I was sure that that's not true…I asked myself…am I really what Y/N wants? Are you bothered by the way we are in public? Are we couple-y enough for you? I was on my way to apologize when I saw you both coming from the roof. You seemed so happy, so excited. I started to worry…that if he was to ask you out…would you truly choose me? Do I make you look and feel as happy as you seemed to be earlier with Iwa?''

 Him not meeting your eyes bothers you. How could he understand if he's not looking? You slowly walk over, giving him time to say stop or move away from you…but he doesn't. Standing between his legs you gently cup his cheeks and make him look up into your eyes. Make him see.

''Let's start somewhere…thank you for being open and honest with me. Okay, firstly, I was on the roof with him so he could explain math to me. I didn't want to sit in a classroom and let others hear how troubled I was by what seems to be one of the easiest mathematical equations in existence. And since I was occupying his lunch break, Haji at least wanted to have some quiet for eating if he sacrifices his time like that.'' you chuckle slightly before you meet his eyes again.

''Secondly,...Issei,'' you murmur now, caressing his cheeks gently. ''why would you believe things about our relationship coming from people that don't take part in it? Hm? They don't know us. They don't get to spend nap time with us, arcade and ramen dates, or movie nights. They don't see how you treat me away from curious eyes and ears. We aren't any less of a couple just because others have a different opinion on how couples should be to the public eye.'' you say, your undertone loving and warm. ''It's not Iwaizumi who I love. I have chosen you because you are the one. I love you.'' you emphasize the words. You never imagined the moment to be like that, but it feels right to come clean with the depth of your feelings now. His cheeks heating up in between your hands is an extra treat.

''I love you when you smile all lazily at me after sleeping. I love you when your voice drips with sarcasm and mischief. I love you when we argue over who has ultimately won the worst pick-up line contest - which is me by the way.'' you grin, shushing his protest by resting your thumb on his lips. ''I love you even when we fight. When you get jealous and grumpy. I love you even though you regularly tell Taka-chan how you'd sell me to Satan for a corn chip, just to mention this stupid bird meme. I love you to bits, you sweet but silly idiot, and I'd chose you all over again if I was to wake up in another parallel universe. Because I know, that you'll always treat me right. Because I'm sure that you feel this, too.''

While you were speaking, your boyfriend's arms slowly but steadily started to move past the last bit of resistance, wrapping them loosely around you and pulling you tighter with every said word.

''I mean it when I say that I get why you felt so uneasy today. However they do it, they manage to crawl under your skin. And that's human, Issei. To be overwhelmed, anxious, or insecure. But please, don't risk us falling apart by letting it eat away on you silently.'' You whisper.

''Y/N, I'm sorry…and I promise to try and talk when I feel bothered again. And-'' A surprised squeak leaves your lips at the sudden movement of your boyfriend. ‘’I love you, too.’’ Giggling, you look up to the dark-haired blocker, who is now towering over you, caging you in his arms. ''You look so irrestistable in my clothes, you should wear them more often.'' Issei continues, the smirk on his lips finally being close to the one he usually wore, eyeing you still wearing his way to big pants and sweatshirt. Then, Mattsun finally - Finally! - leans down to kiss you thoroughly, seemingly keen on making up for the wasted time. Nibbling on your lip, tasting and teasing you, eliciting sweet little sounds that sound oh so much like heaven. He had missed this the whole day.

Deciding to give the both of you a second to breathe, he leans back enough to study your now glowing expression. You lick your lips, watching a suddenly burning interest flaring up in his eyes due to the breathlessness in your voice. ''I have a proposition, you know.'' You begin, softly tracing his features with your pointer finger, smiling innocently. ''If you don't want people to doubt our closeness in this relationship…maybe you should show them just how good you make me feel when I have you all to myself, hm?'' You murmur with a seducing tone, watching him process your words, his slightly heated gaze not leaving yours.

Him diving right back in and whispering a litany of 'I love yous' was answer enough.

Bonus:

[davidpastrsnack]

three times brady stayed quiet, one time he didn’t (pt. 2) - brady tkachuk

a/n: i know plus one fics don’t usually have part twos but i wanted to add smut to this hehe. this is basically just pure filth so yeah. also i don’t even know if it’s that great i just needed to get my thots out. enjoy! (also almost considered learning how to make gifs for this but it’s too late for that so this is what we’ve got lol)

word count: 1981

part one

Your heart was beating out of your chest, the anticipation of so many years finally boiling over into this moment. Even though your body was completely overwhelmed with lust, you couldn’t stop one thought from clouding your mind:

He was yours. 

Brady’s hands were splayed against your ass as he carried you up the stairs, his breathing shallow as you peppered soft kisses from the base of his collarbone up to the spot behind his ear. You smiled against him when he let out a loud moan as you started to nibble the soft skin, surely beginning to leave a mark. 

“Y/N,” he warned, turning the corner at the top of his staircase towards his room.

“Hmm?” you responded, teasing him as you continued to work his neck.

“You know we’re never gonna hear the end of it if you don’t stop,” he reasoned, referring to the endless chirps he would receive from his brother if his neck was covered in hickies. He dropped you on his bed so you were laying flat, beaming as he moved to get on top of you. 

“So?” you pouted, smiling as you pulled him back down to meet your lips. 

His rough hands slipped beneath your sweatshirt, caressing your skin just like he had imagined doing for so long. Your body arched into his, begging for more friction as your core continued to throb. His lips trailed from your mouth down your jaw before taking up post at your neck, his teeth sinking into you followed by wet, open mouth kisses. 

“Brady,” you whined, your hands tugging his curls.

“You like when I mark you up? Hmm, baby?” 

Your eyes slipped shut at his words, the first pet name making your heart flutter. 

“Yes,” you breathed out as he found your sweet spot, “Show everyone I’m yours, Brady,” you whispered, hoping to get a reaction out of him. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips rolling into yours when he heard your words. They seemed to strike him with more urgency, pulling back from your neck to remove your top, another swear slipping from his mouth as he discovered you had no bra on, completely bare in front of him. 

He leaned back into you to begin moving down your body, but you stopped him, tugging on the bottom of his hoodie. He laughed at your request, quickly obliging as he pulled the fabric over his head, his toned abs and arms now at your full disposal. He reattached his lips to the skin of your collarbone, making his way down before swirling one nipple with his tongue while rolling the other between his fingertips. 

You were so keyed up at this point that you knew he would barely have to touch you, but you needed it so badly. 

“Brades, please,” you whimpered, your body arching up into his yet again. 

“My girl needs me, huh? He taunted, kissing down your stomach before reaching the waistband of your sweats. 

You couldn’t even muster up a response, instead your hips just rutted up desperately in search of him. 

“Okay, honey, okay,” he cooed, “I got you,” finally pulling them down past your ankles, pausing to take in the sight in front of him. 

You looked angelic. Your hair was splayed around your face like a halo, your cheeks flushed as you stared up at him. Your body was laid out waiting for him, the only piece of clothing separating you two was the black lace that rested on your hips. 

“Fuck, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve imagined this,” he muttered, still in awe that this was happening. 

“Me too,” you murmured, “But don’t get weird on me Brades,” you chirped, the joking nature still very much present despite the obvious developments. 

He shook his head with a soft laugh, leaning down to press one more kiss to your lips before settling in between your legs. Your breath caught in your throat as he moved closer to your core, his hands gripping your thighs as he hooked them around his shoulders, one arm resting across your stomach to keep you in place. 

Brady gently kissed your lace-covered clit, smirking as you threw your head back against the pillow at the contact. 

“So wet baby,” he murmured, seeing how you had soaked through your panties. 

He had barely touched you but you could feel yourself dripping down the crease of your leg, the anticipation getting to be too much. He pulled back slightly, just enough to slide the lace down your legs, repositioning himself before getting to work. 

His tongue trailed up your slit, those blue eyes staring into yours as you looked down at him. He finally reached your clit, swirling his tongue before wrapping his lips around it. Your hands flew straight to his hair, holding on for dear life as the pleasure started to build.

He hummed against you, the vibrations of his voice making you whine out his name. 

“Taste so good honey,” he paused before delving back in.  

 It wasn’t going to take long, and Brady knew this, not even bothering to use his fingers, yet. His tongue was alternating between flicking and massaging your clit, the suction from his swollen lips too much to handle. In a matter of mere minutes, you felt yourself approaching your high. 

“Bra- Brady,” you cried, your back arching off the mattress and your head rolling back into the pillow. 

He kept going, his mouth moving quicker against you as you fell over the edge, his name spilling from your lips like a chant. You didn’t know if it was the culmination of years of sexual tension or if he was just that good, but he had you reaching one of the most intense orgasms you had ever had. 

Brady gently slowed his tongue, resting his head in the crook of your thigh as your body relaxed. His baby blue eyes were staring up at you, his thumb rubbing steady circles on against your skin. 

“Good?” he quipped, a cheeky grin on his face. 

You rolled your eyes, “Meh,” you shrugged, laughing as you made eye contact with the boy below you. 

“Come here,” you urged, tugging his bicep in hopes he would follow. 

“Not yet,” he shook his head, a soft smile creeping on his face as confusion flooded your face, “I’m not done,” he stated matter of factly. 

“Brades come-”

“Just one more and then you can have whatever you want,” he winked, “You just look so pretty when you cum,” he pouted. 

“Fine,” you groaned, acting as if you were doing him a favor when he was the one about to give you another earth-shattering orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed, moving his finger to tease your entrance, a moan slipping out of your lips already. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t always admired his fingers, wondering what it would feel like to have them fill you up. 

He started with one, slowly moving in and out as he watched your reaction. Your teeth were sinking into your bottom lip, eyes slipping shut as he added a second. 

“Oh my god, Brades,” you whined, your breathing growing heavy as he began to speed up.  

His fingers moved in and out of you at the perfect pace, curling up to hit the spot deep inside you every time. 

“You want another one, pretty girl?” he hummed. 

“Please,” you moaned, already feeling your second climate approaching. 

He did as you asked, this time adding his lips to the picture as well, his plush lips sucking your clit once again. 

He had you seeing stars within seconds, your body tense as his fingers fucked you through your high. Your knuckles were white, your grip on his blond curls so tight as the pleasure flooded your body. 

He slowly slipped his fingers out, his tongue lapping you up until you finally had to push his head away, the sensation far too much. 

“Wow,” you spoke, your groggy voice already fucked out as he kissed his way back up your body, sighing into your mouth as your lips met. 

“I need you,” you whispered against him, your hands slipping under the waistband of his sweatpants to palm him through his boxers. His hips jolted towards your hand, a low swear falling from his mouth as he pulled back and took the material off. 

You gulped as you saw him completely bare in front of you. You knew you were about to get destroyed and you couldn’t be more ready. He reached into his nightstand to get a condom, but you grabbed his arm before he could. He looked at you with a concerned expression, but it turned to shock as you shook your head and he put together what you were saying.

“You sure?” he asked, his eyes wide as he looked down at you. 

You simply nodded, reaching for his shoulder so you could pull him back down to you. Your lips met in a passionate kiss before he finally lined up with your dripping entrance, groaning as he slowly slipped in. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he spoke in your ear, “So tight baby.”

You cried out as he filled you up, no surprise that he was the biggest you had ever had, your nails digging into his back when he started moving. One of his hands rested above your head, the other pushing one of your legs into your stomach. It truly felt like two puzzle pieces that were meant to fit together, Brady hitting your deepest spot with each thrust of his hips. 

It was a good thing no one was home, you were unable to control the filthy sounds coming from your mouth, your moans bouncing off the walls as he fucked you better than anyone ever had. 

“I- I,” you stuttered, barely able to get the words out.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” he questioned, his hand slipping down from its post next to your head to rub tight circles on your clit. 

You didn’t have a chance to respond before you were clenching around him, your head was thrown back as your third, and most intense, climax struck your body. Your legs were shaking beneath you, the feeling of pure ecstasy so overwhelming as he fucked you through it. 

Your high coaxed Brady’s and he quickly pulled out, jerking off above you. His groans filled the air as he finished on your stomach, your whimpers joining as you felt the warmth cover you. He collapsed on top of you, his arms supporting his bodyweight as you both caught your breath. After a few moments of silence, he started to sit up, smiling down as you whined for him to stay.

“Lemme clean you up,” he laughed, gesturing down to your stomach before kissing your forehead. 

“Such a gentleman,” you giggled as he walked to the bathroom. 

“Only for you, babygirl,” he called back, coming back with a damp towel, gently wiping you clean. 

“I like that one,” you whispered, your cheeks flushing pink. 

“Hmm?” he questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion as he slid in the bed beside you, handing you his t-shirt after getting rid of the towel. 

“Babygirl,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy despite what you two had just done. 

“Oh,” he laughed, “Whatever you want, you’re my girl.”

“It took long enough,” you teased. 

“Wow,” he gasped, pulling back to look down at you giggling. “It’s a two-way street, you know.’

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his words as you nuzzled into his chest. 

“Goodnight, Brades.”

“Goodnight, babygirl.”

You fell asleep within minutes, the comfort of his arms and the exhaustion from the night’s activities getting the best of you. But your slumber didn’t last long before you were startled awake by the nearing footsteps from outside the door.

“Guys? Where are you?”

[eralisse]

Brothers Conflict: Passion Pink - Kaname route - Scene 2 - On the Beach at Night

HAHA, A ROMANCE SCENE! ENJOY.

I’ve smoothed over some bits to make the English flow better. My comments are at the end.

This scene directly follows after Main 9: Vacation Day 2.

Brothers Conflict Translations Index

August 12 (Thursday)

(A lot of things happened today… Although I was shocked when I heard that Wataru was missing, it’s great that nothing [bad] happened.

Anyway… I can’t sleep for some reason… My body should be tired, but my eyes are wide open.

Maybe… it’s Kaname-san’s fault… I can’t get him out of my head… The feeling of being hugged by his large arms hasn’t gone away…

Aahh, it’s no good…! Since I was thinking about it so much, my eyes are extra wide open. What should I do…)

Kaname: Oh? Imouto-chan? What are you doing here at this time?

Ema: ! … Kaname-san. Ah… I somehow… can’t sleep. Kaname-san, how about you?

Kaname: I was thinking of enjoying the night breeze a bit. Ah, that’s right. If you like, would you like to come with me?

Ema: Eh…?

[Choice: Go together.]

Ema: Ah… Sure. If it’s not annoying to you…

Kaname: Haha. I invited you, so no such thing! Anyway, shall we?

Ema: … Yes.

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Kaname: It’s good that the rain has stopped.

Ema: Yes… And the night breeze feels nice.

Kaname: Yeah.

Ema: …

Kaname: …

(The sound of waves was carried by the mild wind blowing. Kaname was somewhat of few words tonight… His expression while looking out at the ocean was very calm. I think this was the first time I had ever seen him like this…)

Kaname: Hey… You can laugh at me and say I’m pretending. [**1]

Ema: … What is it?

Kaname: I like the ocean at night.

Ema: The ocean… at night?

Kaname: Yeah. When it gets dark, the boundary between sea and sky disappears, you see. To be tossed out into the wide space, it feels somewhat uneasy… I think that kind of feeling is good. [**2]

Ema: To be uneasy… is good?

Kaname: Yes. When you stand in a place where you can feel the power of nature… You can feel keenly humankind’s powerlessness, and that our existence is due only to heaven’s grace. The little things that we are troubled by, disappointed by, become very trivial. That’s why, every so often just like this, I look out at the ocean at night. Because I can empty my mind.

Ema: … Kaname-san…

Kaname: Hm?

Ema: You can think about that sort of thing, huh…

Kaname: Hmm? What do you mean?

Ema: It’s a little surprising. I thought that the inside of Kaname-san’s head was (just) filled with girls…

Kaname: Ehhh? How cruel. I’m still a monk though. I think about world peace and peace of mind, and then just a little bit about girls, you know?

Ema: See! You do think about girls after all!

Kaname: Haha, you’ve got me.

Ema: Hehe… However.

Kaname: Hm?

Ema: What you were saying earlier…. To be thrown out into such a dark place, I think is a bit frightening.

Kaname: That’s right, it’s frightening. But… it’s alright. If you are scared, I’ll come save you before you start crying.

Ema: Eh…?

Kaname: Today, not knowing where he was, you tried desperately to find Wataru… If anything happens to you, I’ll come save you. Thank you for what you did today. That a girl like you is my little sister, I think is truly great.

(Ah, that’s it-- I see. Kaname-san is always laughing lightly and making jokes. Today I feel he’s somehow being very… kind…)

Kaname: Mm! Well, I think I’ll enjoy the night ocean a bit more!

Ema: Eh… Kaname-san…? It’s dark, so it’s dangerous to go so far out into the water!

Kaname: It’s fine~!

(Saying that and laughing, Kaname-san seems a bit like a kid… As I beheld another of his expressions that I’d never seen before, my heart gave a small… thump, like the swell of a wave… I wonder why... ?)

Kaname: Whoa!?

Ema: Hey…! K-Kaname-san!? What happened!?

Kaname: ...Pah! Wha, what…? What is this, seaweed? I got tangled and tripped over from this?

Ema: …! Hehe! Kaname-san, you’re soaked!

Kaname: What is this, ugh… Not cool…

Ema: Hehe, are you alright? If you like, please hold onto me (and I’ll pull you up).

Kaname: Thanks. However, Imouto-chan. You were laughing at me just now, weren’t you?

Ema: Eh---?

(I was pulled over by the hand I’d extended toward Kaname-san. And then…)

Ema: … Pah!

Kaname: Haha! Payback for laughing.

Ema: Che… T-Terrible! Now I’m all soaked..!

Kaname: Haha, that’s right-! But hey… it was hot all day today, so doesn’t it feel nice…?

Ema: …!! W-what are you saying… Ah--

(When I looked up, Kaname-san’s face and chest were right in front of my eyes… Suddenly, I remembered when he hugged me this afternoon… And my heart started pounding loudly again…)

Kaname: You face… It’s red? Is it still (too) hot…?

Ema: It’s n-not hot…

(At that moment… I saw something out the corner of my eye.)

Ema: … Oh? Kaname-san, there’s… Around your right collarbone, what is that…

Kaname: Hm? Ahh, this? It’s a tattoo.

Ema: Tattoo? Ah… It’s the first time I’ve seen it. Um, is this a cross?

Kaname: Eh… Ahh, no. It’s a short sword.

Ema: Ah… That’s right. Since you’re a monk, it wouldn’t be a cross… Pardon me.

Kaname: …… Say, Imouto-chan. Can I tell you something?

Ema: Hm? What is it…?

Kaname: It’s something related to the sword. A long time ago, in a play from England, there was a line, “The pen is mightier than the sword.” 

Ema: A pen? A sword…?

Kaname: Yes. It means that words surpass armed force. However, in this world, there is something much stronger than the sword or the pen.

(...... Why is… Kaname-san’s face… getting closer…)

Kaname: That would be… love.

[Kaname kisses Ema.]

(.....? Wha…. What just… happened…)

Kaname: … Mm.

(Kaname-san’s lips… and my lips are…)

Kaname: … Earlier, I emptied out my mind. Now, I want to fill it with you… Is that okay, Ema…?

Ema: ……!!

[Ema pushes Kaname, and he splashes back into the water.]

Kaname: …! Imouto-chan!?

(In a daze, I pushed Kaname-san away. From far away… mixed in with the sound of waves behind me, I thought I heard Kaname-san’s voice calling out to me… But I couldn’t look back. I could only run to the cottage…) [**3]

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Notes:

1. What does 「スカしてる」mean in English? From Googling Japanese forums, I’ve translated it to “pretend” but it doesn’t seem right.

2. Where it says “uneasy”, the term was 「心もとない」, which also doesn’t seem right in English.

3. “In a daze” was 「無我夢中で」, which my dictionaries tell me is “to lose oneself, to be absorbed in”.

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Comments:

Ahhhhh, Kaname~~ Like I said in my previous entry, I think he confirmed his love for her during the afternoon when they were looking for Wataru, and then confessed it here. As much as he works fast, I don’t think his love for her comes out of nowhere. Actually, it might even be that during the previous 3 months after she moved in, depending on how family-oriented she was, he would have been falling for her during that time. (That said, the book pretty much skips from her moving in, to some beginning mishaps, straight to the vacation. And same with game.) In the cover of the second book, Ema asks the brothers what they consider most important. Kaname says “... Family. Of course, you too. Very important.” while looking contemplative. (I will promptly ignore the fact that in Kaname’s route in the game, if you raise family love too much, you will miss his scenes. Which is why I didn’t finish his route the first time around.)

That said, the game does this scene way better than the book, especially at the end. Ema is still slow here, but at least she has a clear response. (Even if it may be disappointing to us fangirls.) In the book, she does jack-all and just sits there in his kiss while Juli is screeching in the background.