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stop-talking · 7 months

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You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 2)

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

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Tags: 18+, mike x fem reader, no use of y/n, exes, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, pet names, banter, angst, fluff, babysitting Abby. (no smut... yet.)

Part 1 Part 3

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Mike calls you up to ask a favor for the 2nd night in a row. He hates having to resort to you, his ex for Christ's sake, but he has no other choice. Besides, after last night... maybe he doesn't hate it so much.

"Again?" You ask, feigning annoyance. "What, did your usual babysitter fuck off and die?"

Mike winces at that. "I hope not. I can't really afford anyone else right now."

"And why do you expect me to come be your free labor, Schmidt?"

"Because I'll owe ya one?"

"You already owe me one from last night."

"..."

"I'll owe you two."

You scoff in an attempt to cover a laugh. Damnit. Why did he have to be so charming?

"Fine. But we are not making a habit of this."

"We aren't. I promise. I'll look for a new babysitter this weekend. I just can't leave Abby alone overnight."

"That's a strange way of saying you can't go another minute without me."

"You're delusional, woman."

"A delusional woman you owe two favors, Mikey. Be careful throwing insults."

Now it's Mike's turn to stifle a laugh. He coughs in a feeble attempt at covering it up.

"What, catching a cold?"

"No. You just make me sick."

"Stop flirting with me and hang up already."

Mike does just that, slamming the corded landline phone back into it's holster. The little smiley face sticker Abby stuck to it years ago seems to taunt him almost as much as you just did. He sighs, leaning against the counter and wondering how he got himself into this mess. He shouldn't enjoy it so much when you toy with him like this. That's all it was, he was being played with. But damn it, after being lonely so long... he'd take what he could get.

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You arrive at his house around half an hour later, annoyed at the prospect of crashing on his couch for the 2nd night in a row. You try to make your displeasure evident with a scowl as he opens the door, but when you see the way he's gawking at you...

"Stop staring. It's rude." You can't help but smirk slightly as you scold him, he's just so easy to mess with.

"Did you really have to dress like a slut just to babysit?" Mike hisses as you set down your things, taking in your outfit. A pair of shorts that you'd definitely be cold in, and a white tank top. Of course, you had a hoodie too, but it was unzipped, and he was more focused on what it didn't cover.

"Hey, last time you said..." Mike nods to the kitchen, and you trail off as you notice the girl sitting and coloring at the table. Abby. Oh. Right.

"You're not in any position to judge my clothing choices, Mikey."

Mike shivers as you whisper in his ear. What exactly is that supposed to mean? His clothes are fine, right? He studies his hoodie and jeans, then shakes himself and grits his teeth as he follows you into the kitchen.

"Look! Mike drew this one!" Abby excitedly shoves a piece of paper in your face as you sit down at the kitchen table with her. It's a sketch of a forest, pine trees and shrubs. It's actually rather well drawn, and you take a minute to look over it.

"It's nice, but you're the better artist for sure." You slide the paper back over to her and give Mike a teasing smile as he sits down across from you, on the other side of Abby.

"Oh, I know." She turns her attention back to her own drawing, another one of Mike. And... wait, was that...? No, it couldn't be...?

"Abby, what are you drawing?" Mike asks the question before you can, craning his neck to get a better look at her paper.

"You." She responds vaguely, still scribbling away.

"Okay, but what exactly is he doing?" You ask, scooting closer to her for a better look.

"And what am I wearing?"

"A suit. It's your wedding." Abby casually drops a bomb on you both, still not even bothering to look up from her paper. Wedding? Mike?

"You're engaged?" You turn to the dumbfounded older Schmidt, and discreetly scan his hands, looking for a ring.

"N-no? What? Abby, I'm not getting married." He finally sputters, face flushed a light shade of pink.

Abby doesn't respond, still focused on her drawing. Now that you're sure what it is, you can totally see it. The red isle. The benches. Mike, wearing... something that sort of resembles a suit, if you squint. And... a bride. You nearly choke when you spot her.

"Abbs, who's that?" You ask, pointing a shaky finger at the bride, who almost looks familiar...

"You."

"..."

Mike gives you a look, and you both quickly excuse yourselves from the table.

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"Seriously, Mike? First you tell her I'm a witch, then you tell her I'm your fiancé? Make up your goddamn mind." You scowl at him and zip up your hoodie as he closes the door behind you. The night air is chilly, and you're almost starting to regret the shorts. Almost.

Mike returns your scowl as he leans against a wall. His porch isn't exactly the best hang out spot, but you two needed to speak privately after Abby's little comment.

"I didn't tell her you're my fiancé." He growls, speaking firmly. Must be trying to make up for the way he was totally blushing earlier.

"So what, then? She just made it up?"

"Come on..." He groans, burying his face in his hands and letting the tough act fall for a moment. "You know how she is..."

It was true, his sister was... weird. He still loved her obviously, more than anyone, especially his stupid ex-girlfriend. But she was certainty different from other kids, made evident by the fact she spent more time talking to imaginary people than Mike.

"Seriously... I didn't fuckin' say that..." Mike wasn't a very good liar. But this wasn't lying, right? He'd never explicitly told Abby he was going to marry you, but he definitely humored her when she asked about it way back when you two were dating. He'd told her maybe. Maybe. To a kid, that meant yes.

"You sure, Mikey? Don't have a ring hidden away somewhere, waiting to pop the question?" You cross your arms and scoff, but it's hard to be angry when this whole thing is so amusing. Abby definitely had a wild imagination, but she wouldn't just make up something like that out of nowhere. There had to be more to this.

"Hell no. I'd rather die alone than marry a witch." He practically spits in anger, but he's more angry at himself than you or Abby. He should have shut Abby down immediately when she asked about marriage... especially considering the relationship hardly lasted 3 months. But, well, he was a lovesick fool. Way back then. Not anymore.

"Pfft. Fine. Have fun at work, Honey." You taunt him as you head back inside, and you can hear him grumble more than a few curses in response.

Little sisters and ex-girlfriends, man. Mike wanted to scream.

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You nearly choke on your glass of water as Abby drops yet another bomb on you.

"C-can you repeat that?" You ask, coughing.

"Will you teach me witch stuff? You know, cursing people?" Abby blinks up at you innocently. Damn these Schmidts and their big brown puppy eyes.

"Please? When you lifted the curse from Mike, it really worked!" She insists eagerly. "He colored with me!"

You watch as she proudly holds up Mike's drawing of a forest. She must really treasure it.

"I... uh... why do you want to learn witchcraft, Abby?"

Abby cocks her head at the question. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Fair enough." You laugh and shake your head. This kid.

"Alright... but we can't do witchery on empty stomachs. What do you want to eat?"

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When Mike quietly slips back into the house at the crack of dawn, he nearly trips over his own feet when he sees the state of his kitchen table.

"The fuck happened here?" He mutters, picking up one of the many papers strewn across the table. The weird markings all over it vaguely resembled hieroglyphics, not that he was an expert on those. The part that really concerned him, though, was the circle of candles in the center of the table.

They weren't lit, thankfully, but they looked like they had been. Damn it. Those were for emergencies. Like the time he forgot to pay the power bill.

"Too tired for this shit." He gives up on trying to decipher whatever-the-fuck you and Abby did, and makes his way into the living room. He pauses yet again when he sees you sleeping on the couch. Was that his blanket? And pillow? From his bed? Damn infuriating woman.

"Get up." He gives your shoulder a shake, not bothering to be gentle. He doesn't have the patience right now.

"Nngh... 5 more minutes." Ugh. You sound just like Abby.

"Don't be a bum." He rips the blanket off of you, then immediately regrets it when he remembers just how little you're wearing. Your tank top had shifted, almost completely exposing your... fuck, he shouldn't stare.

"Don't you have work?" He grumbles, flopping down in his recliner and pointedly looking away from your body.

"Nah... It's my day off." You sit up and stretch, planting your feet on the floor and reaching up to the sky as you lean back against the couch. Either you don't notice that one of your breasts has fallen out of your tiny top, or you just don't care. Mike clears his throat and looks away again. Fuck. He's definitely blushing.

"Oh, shit." With a casual hand, you tuck your breast back into the tank top. Must have moved around a lot. Damn uncomfortable couch.

"You wanna explain why it looks like I hosted a cult meeting in my kitchen?" Mike snaps, finally able to focus.

"Hey, you're the one who convinced Abby I'm a witch. Not my fault the promise of learning a spell is such an effective way of getting her to eat dinner."

Mike furrows his brow at that. You got her to eat dinner? Two nights in a row? That's an accomplishment. "...Fine. But please, clean up your mess next time. I have to take her to school in a couple hours, and if the table is-"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll clean it up. Let me get some coffee first, jeez." You brush him off and make your way into the kitchen. He still has the same shitty coffee maker that looks like it belongs in an antique store. And no creamer, because Mike hates joy.

"You want a cup too?"

"I shouldn't. Gotta go to sleep after I drop Abby off at school." He grunts from the other room, and you can hear him getting out of the old creaky recliner he loves so much.

"Ah. Night shift."

"Yeah. Night shift."

Mike shuffles into the kitchen and you both stand there awkwardly for a few moments as the coffee brews.

"You don't really look like you sleep, you know." You remark, taking in his ever-present eyebags for the hundredth time.

"Yeah, well, I do. Sleeping is just so... tiring." He scoffs, making light of the situation. He's telling the truth, though. Sleep for him is more of a project than real rest. His eyes glaze over as he gets lost in thought for a moment.

"You good, Mike?" He flinches as you place a hand on his shoulder. He wasn't expecting that from you.

"Yeah, uh, just..."

"Tired?"

"Yeah."

You sigh and decide to let it go, turning your attention to the mess on the kitchen table instead. He didn't owe you an explanation, especially now that you're not together, but it was still frustrating. He's obviously dealing with something, probably a lot of somethings, and he's too stubborn to admit it. That stubbornness is gonna be the end of him, you swear. It was what ended your relationship. Partially.

"Here, I'll help." Mike fumbles to help you pick up papers and crayons, colored pencils and candles. After a few minutes, it doesn't look like such a disaster.

"Oh, by the way." You pour yourself a cup of coffee, and start to stir in a few spoons of sugar. Too much sugar, for Mike's taste. "Abby's little blue dolphin stuffed animal is invisible to you now, got it? As long as it's in the house, grown-ups can't see it. I think she put it in your room to test you. Just ignore it."

"Is that what you two were doing?" Mike leans back against the counter and scoffs, but makes a mental note to ignore the little dolphin from now one. He'd humor her, if it meant she'd eat her dinner.

"I don't know? I panicked, okay? I had to think of something harmless but still believable and exciting for a little kid."

"And 'invisible stuffed animal' was the best you could think of?"

"This is a warning. Find a new goddamn babysitter or I'm teaching her curses next. And you have to play along."

Mike can't help but smile at that. A real smile.

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Already workin' on the next part don't worry <3

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Shameless, pt. 8

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

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omg hi guys.............

i'm so sorry for leaving it this long, i just literally could not write anything, my brain was absolutely fogged up - probably because i had covid unknowingly lmao. this is another long chapter so i hope this makes up for it! <3

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let's get this train on the ROAD!!!

The summer of '93 was an interesting feat, to say the least. Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, and you'd found yourself dating someone you never thought you would.

You had not expected yourself to be caught up in a whirlwind type of romance, especially not by someone you'd despised back in school. Yet, here you were, arm in arm with none other than school menace, Benjamin Bluewater. The two of you were currently strolling through Hogsmeade, wide smiles spread across your rosy-cheeked, cold faces. The snow crunched beneath your feet as Ben wrapped an affectionate arm around your waist, pulling you close against him. You failed horribly at trying to hide the bashful smile that picked at the corners of your shivering lips.

"I'm gonna miss seeing you every other day." Ben said, giving you a squeeze.

"Yeah," you hummed happily, glancing up, "this summer has been very..." You trailed off, struggling to find the words. Ben glanced down at you, a lazy half-smile reaching his lips.

"Unexpected?" He chuckled, finishing your sentence for you.

A grin broke out on your face and Ben leant down to plant a soft kiss against your smiling mouth. "Definitely." You replied against his lips, nodding softly, letting your eyes fall back to the powdery-white trail in front of you as he pulled away. "You can visit me if it gets too hard." You teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow. It'd only been a month and a bit of seeing Ben, but he really had you hooked. Each time you saw him, the agonising thought of you and Snape melted away from your mind a little bit more. You felt like you'd finally got control - he was no longer dictating how you felt. However, you did feel a tad bit guilty. At times it felt like you were using Ben to get over the broody Potions Master. You didn't dare tell him about it either, you were pretty sure that he wouldn't take it well - in fact, you were certain he wouldn't. How would he believe that you'd fallen for the man that used to cause the pair of you grief in school? For starters, he used to be your teacher all those years ago, and secondly, in Ben's mind, he considered Snape an ugly old git.

"I think you'll be the first to crack, Y/N." Ben nudged you back, prompting a playful scoff to fall from your mouth. Ben's lips broke into a grin, pleased with your reaction.

"As if," You choked. "Wait, who was it again that turned up at my door the day after our first date? Oh yeah, you." You scrunched your nose up at him and poked out your tongue, though, your attention was soon hooked by the flash of what looked like a figure dressed in all-black. Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped to the left, eyes flicking desperately between the forest of pine trees, searching for what you thought you had seen. Ben picked up on your change in behaviour almost immediately.

It couldn't be, you thought, heart suddenly beginning to race.

"You okay?" His bushy brows furrowed at your unusual skittish demeanour, clearly worried about you. Ben's alarmed voice did not compute in your head. "Hey," His hand slipped from your arm and fell to your wrist, tugging it at it to pull you from your thoughts, inducing a soft gasp from you as you spun on your heel to face Ben. It looked as if you had just seen a ghost of some sort.

"What?" You questioned softly, blinking. Ben stared at you.

"You look like you've just seen a ghost, Y/N." He said, concerned. You swallowed and wet your lips, looking down at the ground as he brushed his thumb tenderly against your wrist.

"I'm alright." You looked back up at Ben, placing a forced smile upon your lips. He didn't seem convinced, though he didn't press you. He gave you the benefit of the doubt. "Just, err, just a little on edge, you know with, erm, the whole Sirius Black thing." You lied, a nervous chuckle leaving your throat.

"I don't think the mass murderer known as Sirius Black would bother himself with a place such as Hogsmeade, Y/N." Ben smiled, almost amusedly at you. You stayed silent, not sure what to say. Ben let his blue eyes to flick between yours, almost like he was attempting to read your mind. You broke the connection and glanced away, an uncomfortable feeling creeping up your spine. Ben sighed gently and looked ahead of the two of you. The town of Hogsmeade was settled in the distance, shrouded in a cloudy mist. An idea popped in his mind. "Would a tea or a hot beverage of some sort make you feel a little better?"

"Um, yes, I could go for a tea." You nodded lightly, looking back to Ben. A small smile graced his features as he let his warm hand slip into yours. The corners of your lips tugged upwards a little. Ben felt at ease once more as your pretty face was lit up with that bright smile of yours. He couldn't resist placing another sweet kiss upon your lips.

"Alright. Let's go, I know just the place."

You laid on your bed in your quarters at Hogwarts, the pale sunlight peeking through your curtains was slowly ceasing as the evening began to set in. Your mind was constantly reeling back to yesterday afternoon. You continuously replayed the memory of the flash of black in your mind, attempting to put a name to what it was. A sigh of frustration left your lips, leading into a groan. You refused to acknowledge who you thought it was. There was just no way.

All those feelings and thoughts that you'd buried and hidden away with the idea of Ben started to creep back out of it's cage and it frightened you. Perhaps it was foolish of you to think that you'd move on so quickly. A month and a bit was definitely not enough time to heal. Yes, you were unquestionably foolish to think that forty-three days was a satisfactory amount of time to rid yourself of the thought of someone you had been near almost every day for a year.

Whatever, you thought. It'll pass. It will... won't it?

Gods, now you were doubting yourself. You knew you still felt deeply for Snape, of course you did, you spent almost a whole year in his presence, but you thought dating someone else in the meantime would have solved some of that. Jesus, that's messed up. Were you just using Ben to get over Snape? This was so wrong on so many levels. You liked Ben, truly you did, but you always found yourself comparing him to Severus. The way he spoke, the way he moved... your mind was plagued with him, and you were an idiot to think that locking away the thought of Severus would do anything but help yourself. You did this to yourself, and now you deserved to deal with the consequences. You just had to act like your feelings for him didn't exist, maybe that would help. …Maybe it wouldn't, but that was the best idea you had right now.

You needed to clear your head, and badly. Your buzzing thoughts were starting to drown you. You quickly slipped out of your bed and headed out of your room, quietly shutting the door behind you. Just as you were about to turn around to walk down the hallway, a tall, shabby looking man stood in your way. He had light brown hair with flecks of grey in it, a fluffy moustache and a rather painful looking scar was scraped across the middle of his handsome face.

"Oh- hello," You said in surprise, confusion evident in your tone. The man smiled at you jovially, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He looked rather tired and pale. You tilted your head at him, furrowing your brows.

"I apologise for scaring you," The man pursed his lips as he attempted a light-hearted joke, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm Remus, err, Remus Lupin, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." He added, his eyebrows raising a tad.

"Oh, yes, of course!" You instantly smiled, your cheeks turning a little red out of embarrassment. Lupin found it rather endearing. You scolded yourself for forgetting soemthing so important - Dumbledore had mentioned this the day before you left for Summer break. "I'm so sorry, it had totally slipped my mind. My name is Y/N L/N," Your smile widened as you held out a friendly hand for him to shake. "I'm the professor of Herbology here at Hogwarts."

"Ah," He nodded, returning your smile and shaking your hand. His grip was firm. "Lovely to meet you. I hope we get along well, Professor L/N." Remus said trustingly, his hands returning to his pockets. You clasped yours together, resting them against your hips out of habit.

"I'm sure we will, and please, call me Y/N." You grinned. Remus gave you a curt nod. "Is this your first day here?"

"Teaching yes, but in regards to having been here before? No." He replied.

"Oh?"

"I attended Hogwarts as a small boy, so it's a little nostalgic walking round the place again." Remus explained, earning a surprised look from you.

"It seems as though every single teacher here also used to be a student here." You laughed lightly, inducing an amused smile from the new professor.

"It seems that way, yes." Remus nodded.

"Well, I hope to see you around, Remus." You smiled politely at him, noticing the way he slumped slightly in posture, almost like he was trying to hide himself. Remus returned your smile and dismissed you with a nod, continuing past you with a slow gait. You let yourself think for a moment. Those scars looked pretty horrific, they looked rather... deep. A grimace twisted your facial features as your mind raced with quite gruesome and morbid theories on how Lupin had acquired those wounds. You shook your head rather vigorously as if to relieve your mind of the grisly images that were popping in and out of it.

The hallways and corridors of Hogwarts were peacefully empty once again. Students, old and new, were still back at home preparing for the next school year that began in just a couple days. Goosebumps erupted on your body out of anticipation as you thought about what the year could hold - though, you were mainly excited to get back to teaching your beloved subject. In fact, you'd missed it a lot over the summer. More than you expected to, despite the distraction called Ben.

A tiny smile flickered on your lips at the thought of him, your eyes glued to the floor in front of you as your feet carried you forwards, a cool chill wrapping itself around your bare shoulders. You were wearing a thick-ish, buttercup-yellow night dress; the sleeves reached your wrists, but it was a little baggy up top, causing the wide neckline to slip partially off your shoulder. The chill made you quickly pull it up with your fingers, enveloping yourself with your arms.

Bumping into Professor Lupin outside your room had caught you off-guard. The thought of grabbing a coat of some sort had slipped from your mind the second your curious and confused eyes fell onto him. You shivered slightly, cursing yourself for being so forgetful sometimes. It might have been late August, but Scotland's freezing climate left no survivors.

"Did you not think it unwise to go around strolling in such... poorly thought out attire, Professor L/N? It is almost as cold as the arctic." That deep voice that had caused you so much grief and heartache shot through your head like a stray bullet. You froze in your position, your breath hitching as you refused to turn around to acknowledge the man that spoke with such articulated words it seemed laughable. You felt like you couldn't move. Like you were in a glue trap, like a little mouse.

Eventually, you thawed. "I'm not cold." You replied shortly, reluctantly turning around to face Snape. Your heart instantly sped into a gallop as your eyes fell onto his tall, brooding figure. Then and there, thought of Ben entered your mind as you stared at the Potions Master, immediately comparing the two. You knew Ben didn't make your heart race like he did. Your shoulders suddenly slumped with guilt. You shouldn't be thinking any of this. Ben was good for you, he treated you with kindness and respect, and most of all, he actually liked you.

"Your trembling figure says otherwise." Snape tilted his head at you, scrutinising you. Right then you wanted to shrink down into nothingness. You couldn't bear to feel so vulnerable underneath his eyes. Somehow, Snape looked better than the last time you saw him. And you hated that. You were sure you looked utterly terrible right now.

"I'm fine." You said sternly, dragging out the syllables as you fought back the bitter glare that was itching to break out onto your face.

"Fine, hm..." Snape drawled, almost mocking and sarcastic, letting his dark eyes drop down your figure, studying your improper outfit. You hugged yourself tighter at the sight, cheeks suddenly burning as you felt rather self-conscious. His brows knitted together suddenly, like something had just clicked in his mind. "Why aren't you wearing a coat?"

You hesitated. "I forgot to grab one." Snape's brow arched at you disapprovingly. You fought the urge to groan at him. "I bumped into the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin, outside my door." You explained, tone flat. "It's not like you care whether I freeze to death or not anyway." You added, rather bitterly. Snape narrowed his eyes at you, glaring. He did care, but he would never show it. Not right now, at least.

"Lupin?" He repeated, ignoring your last comment as his jaw ticked out of irritation. You frowned at his odd reaction. "I suggest you stay away from him, Professor L/N. For your own..." Snape trailed off, pondering on his words as he let his eyes sweep over you in a patronising manner. "...good." He uttered, almost like a warning. You were completely and utterly confused. Why did Snape seem so unwelcoming towards Lupin, he'd just joined Hogwarts, unless there was... history between them? Was there?

"What's wrong with Remus?" You asked, eyes narrowing in curiosity and suspicion about his feelings regarding the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Snape's jaw clenched at the sound of Lupin's first name, almost like he flinched. "He seemed perfectly kind and pleasant earlier."

Snape didn't reply. A harsh, exasperated sigh fell through your nose as you rolled your eyes at the enigmatic man before you, growing tired of his games. Why did he always act so cryptic? What was the problem with telling you the truth? Would it be so bad?

Before you could protest and poke at his mind, Snape began to stalk away from you, prompting a curt scoff to leave your lips. Your teeth were gritted out of frustration as you stared at the back of his head. Christ, he really hadn't changed - he was still pissing you off at an almighty rate. At this point, it was impressive.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, forcing Snape to halt in his tracks. He turned his head to the left, silently encouraging you to continue. "Would you just answer me?"

"I don't owe you anything." Snape said rather coldly. You clenched your jaw rather angrily at his rude reply. Jesus, will this guy ever just bite the bullet for once and give in?

"When you tell me to 'avoid' Professor Lupin, I think that demands an explanation as to why I should, Snape," You said, shaking your head at him like he was daft. "You must be delusional to think otherwise!" That must have struck a nerve within the Potions Master, as he swiftly spun around, his cloak turning with him dramatically like a bat, making you shrink in regret. He stormed over to you, footsteps heavy and determined. You backed yourself up, a little unnerved by his sudden and intense approach towards you. Snape got right up in your face and you could feel his hot breath dance across your skin, sending anxious goosebumps down your spine. It felt like your heart was about to fall out of your chest from the high gear it had suddenly kicked into.

How could- no, why was your body still reacting so fiercely to Snape? Weren't you meant to be focusing on Ben?

"Lupin is not who you think he is, Y/N." Snape warned, snapping you out of your thoughts. It nearly sounded like there was a hint of concern in his voice, like he was worried about you. You had to laugh at that, as if Snape - the man who had pretended like you didn't exist for half a year - cared for you. He'd never stoop to such a pathetic ideal. You brushed the hurtful lie under a dusty rug in your mind, averting your attention back to the pair of deep, obsidian-coloured eyes that sat mere inches away from your own.

"And how do you know that?" You challenged, a hint of venom in your voice as you mocked his serious tone. Snape sneered at you, leaning back from your face, like he was disgusted.

"Your ignorance is blinding." He replied bitterly, still refusing to explain anything to you. At this point he seemed like a child to you. From his the way he glared at you, and reeled back from your agitated little form, Snape seemed to be disappointed in you. You didn't think he had a leg to stand on with that idea.

And so, that was your last straw, you couldn't hold in your frustration anymore; it felt like all the pressure that had been building up beneath your skin was coming to a rise and it had finally burst at the seams. "Jesus, Snape!" You cried out, infuriated, your hands flying up to pull helplessly at your hair. "Why is it so hard for you to answer me?! Are you so incapable of that?!"

Snape seemed a little taken aback by your outburst as the ill feeling of deja vu began to seep into his bones. This felt a little too familiar: it reminded him of that night he found you drunk. Yet, right now, you were stone-cold sober, and still shouting the same things at him. In regards to your outburst, he truly hadn't seen it coming, and yet, he was almost always aware of how you were feeling. He could read you so easily. To him, you were like a book he'd read almost a thousand times. He remained quiet again, unsure of how to reply to your instantaneous combustion; a briefly-lived feeling of worry that he'd add more fuel to the fire.

He couldn't reveal the reason to you. He'd given Dumbledore his word that he would not speak of Lupin's condition. In fact, Snape had doubted Dumbledore's usually-wise judgement when he mentioned that he'd hired Lupin. The Potions Master thought the Headmaster had gone mad for openly inviting a werewolf into Hogwarts, let alone allowing him to teach classes full of children. And then, he'd found himself roped into producing the Wolfsbane potion so Lupin could keep his wretched condition of Lycanthropy at bay. Snape still doubted the whole idea. He knew it was doomed from the very beginning. Balancing the safety of Hogwarts on the constant, perfect production of a potion and the hope that Lupin was competent enough to remember to take it each day of the preceding week of a full moon?

Doomed, Snape thought.

Despite your best efforts of attempting to force the answer out of Snape, he knew you'd figure it out sooner or later once you noticed which ingredients he'd be borrowing from you. He had faith that you were smart enough to work it out. So, he stood straighter in front of you, wordlessly giving you his answer as he turned around to walk away from you.

No.

"A warm, warm welcome back to you all!" Dumbledore's raspy voice boomed through the Great Hall, the applause from students and staff alike to quickly quietening down. You were seated comfortably between McGonagall and Hagrid, and it felt awfully similar to last year. Just a year ago, you had no idea what you were strapping yourself in for. "Before we indulge ourselves in this delectable feast, I'd like to welcome Professor RJ Lupin, who will be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said, turning around to gesture to Lupin with eccentric, wrinkly hands. The professor stood up goofily with anxiously-clasped hands, giving a grateful nod to the Hall as they applauded him. He caught your eye, and you sent him an encouraging smile, ignoring Snape's distasteful face beside Lupin.

"Good luck, professor! Now, our teacher for the Care of Magical Creatures for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be taken than none other than our own, Rubeus Hagrid!" The Headmaster announced as he spun around to gesture to the half-man-half-giant sat happily beside you, a genial smile spreading across the Dumbledore's face. Applause and whoops erupted in the Hall once more as Hagrid gave a short nod and a cheerful smile to the hooting crowd. You rolled your eyes and elbowed him, prompting him to stand up, his large belly shoving the table forwards with a sharp screech; a handful of glass goblets falling over and smashing. McGonagall looked up at the newly-appointed professor rather disappointedly before eyes her goblet that now laid shattered before her.

"Finally, on a more describing note, at the request of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will until further notice play host to the dementors of Azkaban, until such a time Sirius Black is captured." Dumbledore said, a stern and serious tone taking place of his usual reserved one. Gods, how could you have forgotten? Mass murderer Sirius Black was still on the loose. Apparently the thought of Snape was enough to distract you from a highly important news article. And now, one of the most feared creatures of the Wizarding World was going to be lingering around Hogwarts? This was not what you signed up for. Your teeth started to chew against the inside of your bottom lip anxiously.

"Will they be on the school grounds?" You whispered to Minerva beside you, failing miserably at trying to hide the shaky fear within your voice. She instantly looked at you, smiling softly. You'd always had a phobia of dementors, and now the fact that they were going to be lurking around the school had put you on edge. Merlin, can this year get any worse?

"I'm not sure, my dear." Minerva replied to you quietly, subtly noticing the fear swimming in your eyes. The older witch placed a hand upon yours in an attempt to soothe your anxiety. "There's nothing to worry about, I assure you." You merely nodded at her, unbelieving. Nothing to worry about, sure. It's not like some savage, minacious murderer is on the loose.

"The dementors willl be stationed at every entrance to the grounds." There goes your sanity. "Now, whilst I've been assured that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities, a word of caution: dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt, and the one who gets in their way." You hated the way that Dumbledore spoke of the dementors, and it hardly settled your trembling and anxious mind. No, in fact, it bloody well worsened it. The old man was basically saying if you get in their way, it's a death sentence. They have no sense to decide whether you're a threat or not, or they just don't care.

Either way, you were screwed. You could not produce a Patronus charm, let alone a corporeal one, and it was something that played on your mind a lot. You could never find the right memory to do so. Every happy memory you flicked through in your mind, it just wasn't happy enough. So, if you came into contact with a dementor, you were, let's say, royally fucked. Was your life that sad?

"Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you, give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving. But, you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light." The Headmaster finished with a cryptic riddle, making you sigh a little heavier than expected, catching an intrigued look from Hagrid. Sorry, but what the fuck does that even mean, Dumbledore? You were well aware that Dumbledore was undoubtedly an ingenious and powerful wizard, but sometimes, the things that came out of his mouth just sounded like nonsense. Maybe he just said those random things to keep up his mysterious act.

As you looked up from the nervous, fidgeting fingers in your lap, your eyes locked with that same pair of black, emotionless ones that were staring so deeply into yours just last night. Immediately, you looked away, your cheeks flushing red out of embarrassment, and perhaps, suppressed affection. There was that weighty feeling of guilt again, finding your shoulders once more. Ben's smiling face materialised in your mind as you shut your eyes, attempting to rid yourself of the buzzing feeling that Snape had awakened within you. With just one look into his eyes, you were melting back into your old ways.

You heard the creaking of a chair shift beside you as a gentle mass poked your side. "A'right down there?" Hagrid questioned quietly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. You were suddenly stiff in your seat.

"Yeah, yeah, fine thanks, Hagrid." You cleared your throat, avoiding those two addicting pools of inky-black.

"Hmm." Hagrid hummed beside you, obviously skeptical about your curt response. He let his eyes flick to where you were previously looking, his stomach sinking as he spotted the broody cause of your sudden mood change. Hagrid didn't bother pressing you for answers, he knew you had enough on your plate, and he would rather you come to him. The last time you spoke about your problems regarding Snape, you were in tears, or you would burst into tears, there wasn't really an inbetween.

Silently, you were thankful that the newly-appointed professor beside you chose to keep shtum.

As you glanced back to where Snape sat, he was completely avoiding your eyes too, however, as you continued looking over in his direction, the wave of a hand beside the Potions Master caught your eye. Flicking your gaze to the right, you noticed it was Lupin waving sheepishly at you, a kind smile tugging at his scarred lips. You returned his smile and waved back, turning to the professors beside you as he glanced away from you.

"Professor Lupin seems to be a kind soul." You commented outloud, a genial smile upon your lips. McGonagall glanced at you, eyeing your curiously.

"Yes," She agreed slowly, her eyes gently dissecting you. "Have you met before?"

"No, I just bumped into him a couple nights ago, by my door."

"Yer' door?" Hagrid repeated in an octave higher than usual, intrigued.

"He just happened to be there when I walked out." You frowned, wide eyes looking up at the gigantic man, trying to understand what he was insinuating.

"Right, right." Hagrid quickly said, almost awkwardly as his cheeks reddened a tad, averting his eyes from your suspicious ones. Minerva's lips quirked into a small, amused smirk as she glanced between you and Hagrid. "Well, this food looks delicious, ay?" He cleared his throat, raising his brows as he glanced down at your plates that were now burdened with a generous amount of steaming hot meat and vegetables. You couldn't help but laugh softly to yourself at Hagrid's awkwardness. It was sweet to you.

Before you let yourself indulge in the plate full of food in front of you, you dared to look in the direction of a certain gloomy individual. Snape had already begun to eat, which surprised you. He usually takes a few bites and retires to his office, but this time, he'd stayed. You frowned to yourself as you stared at him, observing the glum way he kept to himself, avoiding any kind of conversation. Once more, you found yourself yearning for him. And yet again, your heart and mind were telling you two different things.

"Isn't that a Mimbulus Mimbletonia plant, professor?" Came Neville Longbottom's curious voice, his inquisitive eyes dragging over the plant you held cautiously in your arms. A cheery smile graced your lips as you nodded at the boy.

"Yes, indeed it is, Mr Longbottom." You said proudly, inducing a thrilled smile from Neville. "Can anyone tell me what it's uses are?" You asked, glancing around your greenhouse at mostly confused faces. You had an inkling that none of them would know the answer, perhaps apart from Hermione or Neville, who you noticed seemed to excel in Herbology. Though, Hermione wasn't in your class this morning. So to you, it was all down to Neville.

"Stinksap, right?" Neville answered quickly, his bunny-like teeth sticking out from underneath his top lip as he stared at you, awaiting your reply.

"Correct, and what can we use stinksap for?" You questioned, your smile widening at Neville. A sense of accomplishment suddenly tickled your body - maybe your students were listening to you and learning. You were a little worried that you hadn't exactly made an impact on them. As you got lost in your fretting thoughts, a light voice you weren't familiar with caught your attention. You turned towards the dark-haired girl, her deep blue eyes lighting up with confidence as she retrieved you from the abyss that you unfortunately called your mind.

"Stinksap can be used in certain potions as it contains very good healing properties," Alisa Arumina spoke up, earning a tilt of your head. You nodded at her, encouraging the girl to continue. "However, you have to be extra cautious when handling such a plant as this one since it will squirt out rather rancid smelling sap. Hence the name, stinksap." She finished, a sheepish smile upon her lips. You grinned proudly at her.

"Yes, lovely! Ten points to Ravenclaw, Miss Arumina." You carefully placed the plant down upon the table you were all gathered around. Before you could continue on to explain how to care for it, a distraught sounding voice called from behind you, at the door to your greenhouse.

"Professor L/N," Madam Pomfrey called out, her voice shaky. Immediately, you spun around with a worried frown upon your face. She sighed. "There's been an accident, do you have any mature Mandrakes ready for use? A Wiggenweld potion is required at once." Madam Pomfrey's eyes looked afraid. This must be serious, what the hell happened? You thought as your heart began to anxiously pick up in pace.

"Err," You stumbled over your words, blinking quickly. "Yes, yes, of course. I'll have them delivered to you immediately." You nodded in a poor attempt to assure the terrified look upon Madam Pomfrey's face. It didn't work.

"I'm afraid Professor Snape has asked for you to go to him right away." She said regretfully. Of course he fucking did, you groaned inwardly.

"Is it so hard for you to come and retrieve the Mandrakes yourself?" You demanded as you burst through Snape's classroom door, your irked eyes finding Snape's startled ones. Though, just as quickly as he had looked startled by your sudden entry to his room, he had returned back to his usual angry glare, shooting it directly at you.

"Is it so hard for you to knock before entering?" Snape grunted at you, rubbing his fingers in circles against his temples. He lifted a hand and patted the empty space on his desk beside him. "Place the mandrakes here." You scrunched up your nose at him in disgust,

"I'll put them there once you tell me what the hell is going on."

"Your dear friend, Professor Rubeus Hagrid, thought it wise to introduce the children to a hippogriff on their first lesson together." Snape sneered as he rose from his desk in a slow and intimidating manner, his hands splayed out across the deeply grooved, dark wood surface. "I knew he was an oaf, but I at least thought he had retained some form ofhuman intelligence. Perhaps even common sense!" He exclaimed, his brows glued together in fury. Your brows mirrored his own as he insulted your friend. "A student was injured, Professor L/N, a student of my house." Ah, so that's why he's so upset. "Draco Malfoy." Riiight, it's adding up now, you thought, your anger simmering down slightly at the utterance of a student being injured.

You knew Hagrid wasn't incompetent, he was smart enough to not put students in the way of danger, but maybe this was a very big mistake. Perhaps he was too... eager. A hippogriff is a highly dangerous animal, especially if the students are not taught how to approach one beforehand. A strained sigh left your nostrils as you clenched your jaw, averting your eyes from a fuming Snape.

"Is he alright?" You asked, hesitating. "Hopefully he didn't lose a limb..." You muttered whilst perching yourself down upon a stool to your right.

"By the grace of the gods, Malfoy's arm was merely scratched," Snape seethed, clearly still very angry. Maybe it'd be best if you just left now, you did leave your class unsupervised for this visit. The thought of being a hypocrite niggled at your mind as you thought back to the time you'd chastised Lockhart for doing the same thing. But, this wasn't the same thing right? This was urgent, his was... whatever, you're better than that babbling, bumbling baboon anyway.

"So, it wasn't even a big injury...?" You repeated, frowning. "A little... scratch and you're almost losing your hair over it?"

"I think you're missing the point, Professor L/N, as always," Snape scoffed at you, earning a resentful glare from your eyes. "Hagrid has proved himself to be incapable of handling a class safely. I mean, a student injured and sent to the hospital on the very first lesson? Seems like a bad omen, if I do say so myself."

"Oh, please, Snape," A frustrated, heavy sigh left your nostrils again as you glanced to the side. "It's his first day!" You laughed incredulously, defending your friend. Sure, Hagrid might have misjudged this lesson by a smidge, however, you knew he would never put students in harms way.

"His first day, and his incompetency has resulted in injury!" Snape replied bitterly. He clearly didn't like Hagrid, and it was very obvious. He only ever spoke bad about the man, and it angered you. Hagrid was more than just an... 'oaf'. "Those... beasts... should have never been allowed at Hogwarts, regardless." Snape's nose crinkled in disgust.

"Give him the benefit of the doubt!" You cried out at Snape hopelessly. "And Buckbeak is a perfectly good hippogriff, you have no idea what you're talking about."

"How would you know that?" Snape's lips curled up into a distasteful sneer once again. Your cheeks ran hot as rage boiled beneath them at his comment.

"Because I know Buckbeak, Snape," You seethed at him with your fists balled, "Buckbeak would never do such a thing unless he felt threatened or insulted!" A hand flew up to wipe at your face, your breathing becoming ragged and hopeless. As you glanced back at Snape, he paused for a moment, his lips curling into an amused, incredulous smirk at your words. He couldn't believe what had just fallen from your mouth. Did he hear you correctly? Were you truly so delusional?

"You 'know' Buckbeak? Don't be absurd, Y/N." Snape huffed at you, his eyes narrowing as the corners of his lips tugged downwards disdainfully. "Buckbeak is a wild creature, it is hopelessly foolish of you to believe you can understand, much less, tame one!" He said, strained, his knuckles turning white from the aggressive, vice-like grip he had on his desk.

"These creatures are deeper than you think, Snape," you frowned, eyes stormy and reckless, unknowingly searching for trouble. His long fingers flew up to massage the bridge of his nose, clearly growing more fed up by the second. "Perhaps you'd understand if you had a heart within that empty chest of yours." A curt, exasperated sigh tore from your nostrils. Though, before you could take back your words, a blanket of regret wrapped itself around your seething body, your once-stormy eyes widening a tad as the realisation of what you had just uttered began to seep in. The sudden silence in the room was unbearably thick.

Snape's eyebrow twitched as he raised his head. Slowly, he fixed you with a dark, scrutinising gaze, rendering you speechless. Your body froze. "Bold, today, are we?" Snape's deep, stinging voice cut through the quietness like razors, reaching your ears like a thousand sharp pins.

You didn't answer him, fearing you might provoke him further. You'd never seen him like this. Dark, unnerved, fervent. It was terrifying to you. Perhaps you did cross the line. Gods, what had you done? Couldn't you have just brought the Mandrakes and sodded off? Jesus.

Snape marched towards you without a word, his cloak billowing out behind him like a flag. You couldn't help but notice the fury emanating from every single inch of his body, prompting your cheeks to flare up in a wild, raging blush. You had no time to defend yourself from Snape's long, cold and slender fingers as they clutched your jaw in force, shooting a frightening yet delicious shiver down your spine. A soft surprised gasp escaped your throat as he pushed you off of the stool you were sat on, a loud bang breaking through the silence as it clattered to the floor. Your back was instantaneously pressed against the table behind you as Snape shoved your backwards from the hold of your jaw, your eyes pooling with sudden panic as his fingers tightened against your skin, bound to leave marks. Fearfully, the palms of your hands flew to steady yourself against the edge of the table he'd rammed you against; your back arched painfully as he leaned right into your face, a spine-chilling scowl adopting his features.

The two of you were mere inches away from each other. Snape bared his teeth at you in a sneer, almost like he was revolted by your presence. He let his thumb slip upwards from your chin to the skin just beneath your bottom lip, pressing it against your teeth. Your eyes were forced to stare into his, his ones cold and penetrating in a way that only Snape's could be. Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears that at this point that you were afraid you'd go deaf.

Both of your chests heaved laboriously, leaning against one another, like you'd just sprinted for a mile without stopping for a break. As you stared into Snape's threatening eyes, you felt your body numb, his signature scent of sweet wine, books and smoke invading your nose like it was nothing. Against your will, your body welcomed it and you felt yourself relapsing from the addicting smell. With wild eyes locked together, you saw something else swimming in his wicked, black eyes. They almost looked pained, helpless, maybe even like they were... yearning? Your eyes flicked over his face gradually, slowly drinking him in. Whilst the two of you stared at each other, trapped between one another's body, a fluttering sensation slowly materialised in your gut, prompting your eyes to fall to Snape's angry, quivering lips. The undeniable urge to press your lips against his own was scratching at you like a desperate caged animal. You inhaled sharply and blinked, averting your hungry eyes back to his own, distracting yourself from such thoughts. Again, you found yourself lost in him.

Before you even had a chance to look deeper, Snape's bone-chilling voice tore you from your thoughts. You felt as if he'd noticed you spotting something deeper lingering within him.

"Get. Out." Snape spat, roughly releasing you from his grip, your hand flying up to soothe your aching jaw. You stood there, your arched back and splayed out hands against the edge of the wooden table, flabbergasted. Snape stalked back to his desk acting like the previous minute did not just happen. For once, you obliged and stood up straight, your feet immediately rushing forwards to carry yourself out of Snape's classroom in absolute silence, face blank with shock. As you shut the door behind you, you paused in your footsteps for a moment, eyes locked absentmindedly on the cobblestone ground in front of you.

What the fuck had just happened? Can the two of you no longer have normal interactions? You always have to be at each other's throats each time?

Your fingers lifted up to your face and traced where Snape's fingertips had been pressed into the skin on your jaw, a dull soreness emitting from the area as you touched it. That's definitely going to leave a mark.

Fuck.

You just hoped Ben didn't visit you for another week or so. There was absolutely no way you could explain this without it seeming super fucking suspicious. Oh jeez, Ben. How were you meant to face him when you'd just been on the verge of kissing Snape? It was just in the heat of the moment, obviously... Was it? Did he feel it too? No, of course he didn't, he looked like he wanted to kill you.

A frustrated groan bubbled in your throat as you stomped away from Snape's classroom door, heading back to your class.

Merlin, were you fucked.

Part 9!

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fourstarsoutofnine · 1 year

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Pining’s for trees.

Four x reader:mutual pining.

A/n:for the Lovely anon who asked for reader and four pining over each other. The name of it is lame I know 😭 but I worked it into the story in a cute way! Also this isn’t proofread 💀

It was killing the both of you. Stolen glances from across the camp, one’s stare boring holes into the other as you both went about your tasks. Things left unspoken, unknown—honestly it was killing everyone.

The rest of the chain was so bored and annoyed with how you and the smith were acting. Honestly! It was ridiculous! It was obvious the two of you were smitten for each other, so sweet Hylia, for her sake and theirs, just confess!

But, no… no, no no no. That was far too easy. You two had to be content with daydreaming about each other so much you didn’t listen to plans, or calls for dinner… it was sickening.

Currently, you were on one side of the camp trying to figure out how to weave a daisy chain and four, as always, was fixated on you and the beautiful and intricate way your hands delicately held the stems of the flowers, weaving them in and out of each other. You were incredible. He wondered how someone could be so—so perfect. He almost hated how he thought about you. Well—not really. He just hated how he wondered how your hands would feel in his hair, or your lips on his. He shouldn’t be thinking like that when you weren’t his—but Din, there he was; watching you make a crown for the royalty he certainly thought you were, and thinking about how your hands would hold his face and tell him how much you love him.

Somebody had to do something. Fast. The others couldn’t take this anymore…

“Smith.” The old man called and he was snapped for his thoughts.

“Hm???” He asked, now more alert than he’d been all day.

“You and y/n go do some scouting. We need a lay of the land….and while you’re out there… do us all a favor and tell them your feelings.” He grinned. “It’s sickening to watch you two pine back and forth. Pining’s for the trees.”

The old man watched with a laugh as the smith’s face bloomed a bright red and he nodded nervously and stood, walking over to you.

“Hey—“ he cleared his throat. “Hey, y/n…”

You looked up with a soft smile. “Hi, smithy.” Smithy… that was almost as good as hearing his own name from you. Almost.

“Ah—hi…uhm—the old man wants us to go scope out the land… I guess checking for monsters or something before we pack up and move… probably to get the best route in mind….”

“Oh! Yeah—sure!!” You stood, gently keeping hold of the unfinished crown and putting the other daisies into a bag that rested on your shoulder and against your hip. You walked with him in what you thought was comfortable silence—but he was freaking out internally. It’s not that you weren’t freaking out, you were just better at not letting it show than he was. He always prided himself on being stoic, but in reality he had one of the worst poker faces you’ve ever seen.

“Hey, are you oka—“

“I’m in love with you.” He blurted and smacked a hand over his mouth. He watched mortified as your eyes widened.

“You-…what?”

“I—I’m sorry I-…. I didn’t mean to just—“

“Are you being serious?”

“….yes..?” He got even more nervous, if that was even possible.

“I’m in love with you too…”

“Wait, really??”

You just giggled. “Yes, really… I’ve been stuck in a rut for so long with my feelings for you… you haven’t felt those holes drilled into your back with how much I’ve stared?”

“I could ask you the same thing…” he laughed. As did you. “So… all in favor of exploring these feelings..?”

You both raised your hands.

“All opposed..?”

Nothing but the wind blowing through the leaves of the forest, shaking down leaves to fall around you like something out of a movie scene.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He grinned proudly. Finally. No more longing stares and stolen glances. From now on, it would be sitting beside each other, and glances followed by winks and blushing. Pining is for trees, and you two are the lovebirds that sit on the branches.

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petersbaby · 2 years

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Meet me in the woods - Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: oral (male receiving), semi-public/exhibitionism situation

A/N: this is really hot I cannot lie to you

It was all set up: in the woods, after school. You would buy $20 worth of weed and use that as an excuse to get to see him and make a move. Yes, you really liked Eddie. If you told anyone that, especially your friends, they’d be really confused and maybe even grossed out.

You were relatively popular and everyone who is popular hates Eddie and the type of people Eddie hangs around with. But they only do it because it’s the thing they feel like they have to in order to fit in. As stupid as it was, bullying people like him was what was cool.

You’d been holding a secret crush on him. You always had a sweet spot for him as you were friends in elementary school before growing apart, but recently it got worse. You couldn’t look at him and his stupid pretty face without swooning, you couldn’t make eye contact with him without smiling.

It was something unexplainable, all you could really say is that you wanted him, badly. Even if it wasn’t the socially accepting thing to do, you couldn’t push down your desire any longer.

The day goes by slowly but the bell signaling the end of the day finally rings. You get your stuff together, make sure you don’t leave anything behind in your haste, but get stuck waiting for people who were blocking the access to your locker.

You walk up to the table, heart beating fast once you see him standing next to it. He has a look on his face like he’s bored, like he’d been waiting for you for hours even though it had only been five minutes. He seems a little annoyed from what you could read from his body language.

“Hi, sorry. Tried to hurry.”

“That’s alright.” His expression softens slightly once he hears your voice. He sits down and opens up his box.

“Is everything okay?” You ask shyly, standing next to the bench.

“Listen to you, so sweet. Yeah, everything’s okay sweetheart.”

“Oh, good.”

You sling your backpack off your shoulders and set it on the table, scrambling to unzip it and pretending to exhaustively root through it for some money.

“Uhhh, shit.” You mumble, looking up at him.

“You really gotta be more prepared.” He starts, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Make sure to bring the money, don’t forget it again, and we can do this another time.”

He stands up and starts to head back towards the school but you grab his arm.

“Wait.” You beg, immediately feeling his gaze burn into you. Big brown waiting eyes, searching for something.

“Listen. I know you must do this all the time, c’mon. Please? Just let me pay the other way.”

“Where’d you hear that from? Because if I’m thinking of what you’re thinking, I really do not.” He begins, “but I could start. Just for you.”

“Well, maybe I didn’t hear it so much as I just assumed. I mean, you’re really hot and you have tons of girls meeting up with you all the time to buy…”

A big dumb smile slowly spreads across his face as he registers your previous words.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“You nervous?” He steps closer to you and all of your oxygen gets stuck in your chest. Hard to breathe.

“Yeah.” You admit. It was obvious.

“Well now I’m curious. What did you have in mind, huh?” He asks you lowly.

“I could, uh.. I could do anything you wanted.” You say, speaking only the truth. It made you sound a little desperate, bordering on pathetic, but it seemed to please him as he continues giving his entertained smile.

“You have no idea what I want to do with you.” He laughs, once again, darkly. Your cheeks go hot and are most likely turning pinker and pinker. “But we won’t get into that right now. Get on your knees.”

You swallowed thickly, doing exactly that, the pine needles, twigs, and leaves digging into the skin of your knees when they meet the forest floor. You look up at him and he looks so perfect like this, towering over you with a power-hungry and predatory look in his eyes. Devious.

He reaches down, grabbing his cock a bit over his jeans to start getting it hard and you watch in amazement as he gropes himself right in front of your face.

“Shit, you gonna make me feel good?” He asks down to you.

“Mhm. I will. Promise.” You nod, and he chuckles at you. You try to hide the frown this puts on your face but fail.

“You’re just so… eager. It’s cute.” He assures you, and you smile softly now.

“Can I?” You ask, and he nods. Your hands immediately find his belt buckle, the same one you’d imagined undoing a million times. With this, he’s impressed with how fast you get it undone. He takes over, unbuttoning his black jeans now, and pushes them down with his boxers in one motion.

Not all the way down, just enough to free his dick from its confines. You take a moment, just to look, and it’s more than you ever imagined. You take it in your hand, stroking it slowly and gently to start. Upon the contact, he groans quietly and you feel it grow beneath your touch. Once he’s fully hard, you skip all the waiting and teasing to just start taking him into your mouth.

You decide you can’t fully resist, though, and so you spent a little extra time for the tip. Taking it between your soft pink lips and swirling your tongue over it a few times. He leans back slightly, hands resting on the side of the bench table behind him for support in holding his body up.

“The fucking mouth on you, Jesus.” He groans, and you proudly took more of his length in. About half way, you hollow your cheeks out, determined to suck him dry. He wasn’t prepared for the intensity, the passion and the energy you put in to ‘making him feel good’ like he asked you to.

He can’t help but bring his right hand down to you, tangling his fingers in your hair at the back and pushing you even further down. You gagged, which you normally wouldn’t have, you just thought he was letting you go at your own pace.

You fully submit to this either way, happily enjoying the way he pulled hard on your hair with a little sting. You reach the very base of it, dark trimmed pubic hair touching your lips and nose as you held his entire length in your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat, and like your mouth, it was so warm, tight, and wet.

“Fuck, come on sweetheart.” He encourages you, bringing you back to reality and the fact you were very much outside and in public. You got lost in the way it feels, as well as thinking about the way he feels while you work your magic on him.

A gentle “hmm” comes out of your mouth to signal that you heard him, and it vibrates in his entire body and shocks his senses. You go faster, faster than ever before, and he pulls on the fistful of hair he has collected in his big rough hand.

“Shit, shit, so good. Gonna fucking-“

He tosses his head back as he starts to spill down the back of your throat. You kept on sucking him throughout his high, getting a chance to catch some of the release on your tongue to taste it. You had to taste it, couldn’t just let it all slide down your throat never to be seen or felt again.

He looks over at your backpack, where it had been left open from your previous rummaging. He peeled out of curiosity, noticing something strange. He reached into the small outer pocket and pulled out a $20 bill.

“What the fuck?” He asks out loud, so visibly confused. You giggle.

“Yeah so I kinda just wanted to do that. Sorry.” You zipped it back up, threw it on, and started walking back to the school parking lot. He stands there, stunned.

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24 Hours - Chapter 4

[Alpha!Reader x Omega!Shino]

Summary: You were getting the hang of this ‘mated to a friend for a day’ thing now, and it was starting to come more naturally. You could handle whatever the day would throw at you! Drama, tears and... massage oil? Okay, the last one might be too much for your poor heart to handle. GN!Alpha!Reader x Multiple

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, some sexy content, suicide mention.

(Oh my gosh, I got this out so fast 😅 As always, this is a gift for the lovely @omeganronpa! I hope everyone enjoys and I guess it’s not too early now to say Happy Holidays XD 💜💙💚 There’s only two more chapters left til the epilogue now 😱)

Word count: 7.8k

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Epilogue

You woke feeling content, like you’d had a really good dream that you couldn’t quite remember. Your brain was still fuzzed with sleep and you couldn’t remember why you felt so cosy and relaxed, just that you did and that you wanted the floaty feeling to last forever.

And wasn’t that suspicious.

You immediately forced your eyes open to make sure you weren’t drugged and laying on the floor of the forest during a mission and accidentally abandoning your teammates to die a terrible death, but you were thankfully greeted by a fairly normal, if a little eclectic and cluttered, bedroom and an empty bed rather than any foliage What?

“You will have 24 hours with the seven people you could love the most and who could love you in return. Learn so that you may choose wisely.”

Oh, yeah. Technically you were right about the drugged part even if you missed the mark on the forest bit.

Your eyes immediately flit over to where the glass balcony door had been, searching for Shikamaru, but of course there was no such thing there. Instead you were looking at a massive shelf fastened to the wall, filled with books, boxes and a bunch of clutter and objects you couldn’t name. The shelf wasn’t the only one of its kind in the room, and between them and the massive desk, it was a very crowded space.

You felt a pang of sadness as you pined for Shikamaru, remembering intimately how his attention made you feel. He had impressed you thoroughly but worried you just as much. Even if you didn’t end up with him, you were certainly going to push his friends into helping him balance his life properly, now that you knew him a little better.

You were also grateful to him for allowing your relaxing day because you felt energized in a way you hadn’t in a long time, so rather than dawdle in bed, you jumped up and decided to get dressed and have a little nosey around the room to see if you could find out anything about the omega you’d be spending the next day with, other than the fact that they were clearly an early riser.

Despite the clutter, it was thankfully easy to locate your clothes, many of which you recognised, and you were dressed in only a few minutes. Although, while searching for some hand cream, you had found that your bedside drawer was strangely filled with what you could only describe as ‘knickknacks’. There were shiny stones, pressed flowers, little brass trinkets and so much more. How strange. Why would you have started to collect such things? Or was this linked to your partner in some way?

The lesson plans littering the desk didn’t help shed any light on who this mystery person was either. You couldn’t think of any of your peers that would choose to teach at the academy, and they clearly weren’t lesson plans for genin, unless the genin were particularly inept. Which, remembering your genin team’s early days, was technically a possibility.

Unfortunately, any more snooping was interrupted when you heard crying from somewhere else in the house. The shrieky sort of crying that only pups could produce that made you jump out of your skin if you weren’t expecting it.

Clearly, you were back into a household with pups again for this cycle. Wait, were you supposed to be up and looking after that pup? Was that why they were crying?

Your heart lurched with panic, and you decided to head downstairs as fast as possible in case you were accidentally neglecting your new child. You did not want to spend this cycle at the hospital with a child and an angry oma questioning why you hadn’t gone down like you were supposed to.

Thankfully, as you exited into an equally eclectic hallway, you heard a second voice from downstairs, a deeper, softer and calmer voice. You relaxed. That was definitely an adult voice, probably the one attached to your mate for the day.

You descended the stairs, wondering if you were already somehow the cause for the crying. Wouldn’t that be a good start to the day?

“You can only choose one option, but you must be quick, we do not have time for this.”

“No! I want appa to come with!” the unknown pup cried, voice louder now that you were closer.

“You can stay with appa-“

“No! Not stay! I want appa to come with!”

You reached the bottom of the stairs and were greeted with an open plan style living room and kitchen and three people, one adult and two children. There was a little girl sitting on the floor, the source of the crying, you noted, and another older child, about eleven ish if you had to guess, standing at the front door.

And of course, your mate was there too, crouching down in front of the little girl and attempting to placate her.

It was obviously an Aburame household, the way both the man and the older child were dressed, but you had trouble believing the man to be Shino for a moment because he looked vastly different with his new glasses, hair style and fully adult stature. But you didn’t know any other Aburame, and the fortune teller lady had said these were all people you’d already met in some capacity. It had to be Shino.

Shino looked up when you walked in and although there wasn’t much of his face exposed, he still somehow managed to look relieved that you had come down.

He stood up as you approached, the little girl noticing where he was looking and standing up too.

“Appa!” she wailed, running at you and clinging onto your legs. You let out a little oof sound as she hit you and knocked you off balance. “Appa, you’ll come with to drop Kazue off at school, right? Please?”

“No, they cannot,” the boy you presumed to be Kazue answered before you could think of formulating a response. “Why? Because even the time needed to put on a coat and shoes would make me late for class. Oma, we have to leave now.”

He put his backpack over his shoulder, and he really looked like a mini-Shino from your academy days. It was cute.

“No!” the little girl protested. “I don’t want oma to go!”

“We have to go now,” Kazue said, tugging on Shino’s sleeve. “I don’t like being late.”

Obviously, it was your time to intervene.

“Hey,” you said, crouching down to the little girl’s height as Shino had done before. “We can have lots of fun here, okay? Don’t cry.”

She whined and pushed herself into your chest, so you scooped her up to try and comfort her. You were her appa after all, as weird as that was.

Shino looked reluctant to leave her while she was crying, but Kazue was becoming increasingly distressed at the concept of being late.

“Remember that I am coming straight home today,” Shino said, words rapid as he walked towards the door. “My class is still training in the woods and so I do not have to teach. I am simply dropping your brother off and then I will return home.”

“You’re coming back?” she asked tearily, still burying her face in your shoulder.

“Yes, do not worry.”

His words seemed to placate her enough that Shino was comfortable leaving and so he and Kazue left. It was just you and the little girl whose name you still didn’t know.

Your thoughts raced by quickly, touching on your feelings over the family dynamic, the pups, Shino’s new look, the fact that he was clearly teaching at the academy and what he might be like as a mate. But you didn’t have time to dwell on any of that at the moment because you had an upset child cradled in your arms.

You tried to put her down, but she whined and clung onto you harder so you decided to change tactics and speak to her instead.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

She nodded. Well, that was good at least; you had no idea what she liked to eat.

Actually, you didn’t know anything about her, maybe that was where you should start. Without asking her directly though. You really didn’t want her to mention any weird behaviour to Shino because you’d end up in a cell in T&I which would be most unhelpful as you were certain none of the people in there were contenders for your future mate.

Flashes of Ibiki and Anko from your first chunin exams popped up and you shivered.

But maybe you could find out more about her with a game? That way you could cheer her up as well and kill two birds with one stone.

“How about we play a game then?” you asked, trying to sound enthusiastic.

“What kind of game?” she asked, sounding hopefully optimistic.

“It’s a game where you have to pretend to be strangers meeting each other for the first time, okay?”

She didn’t look convinced that this game would be very fun, but she allowed you to put her down at least. You cleared your throat before dropping down on one knee.

“Oh, good day, madame!” you said in the silliest ‘posh’ voice you could manage. “I don’t appear to have met you before!”

The girl started to giggle, and you knew you were doing a good job at selling her on the game.

“Say, fair maiden,” you continued in the same voice. “What is your name?”

“Shihori,” she giggled, stepping closer to you.

“Shihori? What a splendid name! How old are you, Shihori?”

“I am five!” she grinned, holding up five fingers. “I’m big now. How old are you?”

“I am four thousand and sixty-two years old,” you answered instead of giving your real age, as you weren’t entirely sure what it currently was.

“No!” she laughed, knocking into you and gently hitting your arms. “You’re lying! That’s not the game!”

“I’m not lying!”

“Yes, you are! Stop being silly, appa!”

“Okay, okay,” you said, dropping the voice. “You caught me, you win!”

She laughed again, much happier than earlier and held up her hands to be picked up again. You obliged and she cuddled in, nuzzling and purring the little, broken pup purrs you were now more familiar with. You knew the scientific reason why her purrs were like that, but that didn’t stop them being the cutest things ever.

Her personality was very different from the pups you had spent the day with, with Kiba. Kazue on the other hand reminded you of a young Shino, from what you’d seen so far.

Shino had never really struck you as a family man, you had to admit that you didn’t know him very well. He was always there in class at the academy, and you bumped into him a lot around the village over the years, but you’d never really spoken. Kami, you were realising how much more time you needed to devote to learning about your peers and getting closer with them.

Shihori suddenly gasped in your arms, and you were pulled out of your thoughts.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” you asked, unable to resist pinching her little cheeks.

“I drew some things yesterday, appa! I need to show you!” she said excitedly. She wiggled to be put down and then ran upstairs, calling for you to wait there for her return.

You ended up looking at her drawings until Shino returned a little while later.

…

“Oma?” Shihori asked after mandatory cuddles had been exchanged on Shino’s return. “Can we go to the woods to play today?”

“Of course,” he said simply. “Why? We should spend time together as a family when me and appa both have days off. Go and get your coat on, please.”

“Appa, can you help find my coat please?”

“No,” Shino interjected. “I need to speak to appa for a moment, you are a big girl who can find and put on her own coat.”

You hide your laugh as Shihori deflated, obviously not wanting to claim she wasn’t a big girl. Checkmate. She eventually went upstairs to find her coat, leaving you alone with Shino for the first time.

Shino was still wearing his outdoor clothes, the sort of clothes you were used to seeing him in, but you wondered if he ever took them off, even at home.

“Kazue is behaving strangely about going to school again,” Shino said with a sigh, sitting down on the sofa tiredly. “He was especially nervous today as I was not staying at school with him as normal, but he refuses to explain why he is feeling this way. He will not even admit that anything has changed at all.”

Welp, here you go, straight into the pup issues. This fortune teller had high hopes for your parenting skills (or lack thereof) because you were having to solve a lot of pup problems this week. You needed to reply with something caring and relevant but also generic enough that it wouldn’t be obvious that you didn’t know the backstory of the situation.

“Maybe we should give him until the end of the week to come to us with the problem,” you proposed, swiftly kicking the problem past your 24-hour cycle. “If he doesn’t, then one of us can take Shihori out and the other can talk to him about what’s going on and let him know that we’re there to help him.”

Shino hummed, nodding.

“I could ask my father to take Shihori. I do not wish to pressure Kazue, but I am worried that something serious is wrong.”

“I understand,” you said, putting a hand on his. They were cold to the touch. “But we’ll figure it out.”

Little footsteps ran down the stairs and the conversation ended just like that. Poor Kazue, you hoped he was okay and that you could spend some time with him before you left.

Now you just had to find your coat and shoes…

…

The woods at the other side of the Aburame compound were beautiful, despite the chilly weather. You had sort of implicitly assumed that you were going to roughly the same time in the future with every cycle, but this was the first time you were experiencing a day so close to Winter. There were still some leaves left clinging to trees, but many of them lined the ground instead. As was usually the case in Fire country though, the sun was still shining brightly through the trees, illuminating the woods and bringing an extra notch of warmth with it.

Shihori looked incredibly cute in her little coat and duck themed wellies. She was walking in between you and Shino, holding both your hands, swinging between you and jumping in any muddy puddles she could see.

“Again! Swing again!”

“Alright. One, two, three,” you and Shino swung her on three. She shrieked in delight.

The whole thing was sickeningly domestic.

“Oma!” Shihori suddenly gasped, letting go of your hands. “There’s a big rock! Do you think there are any bugs under it?”

She was basically vibrating in excitement, looking up at Shino with her wide eyes, eyes that you belatedly recognised were your own. That was extremely weird. Cute, but weird.

“Let’s go and look,” Shino said, holding a hand back out for her take. She did, and they walked over together to look at the rock. You followed.

All three of you crouched down around this small-ish (or big if you were Shihori) rock at the base of a tree. Shino lifted it, and although Shihori had her hands on it too, it didn’t look like she was actually helping Shino in anyway.

There was something infectious about Shino and Shihori’s excitement and you found yourself intrigued about what you were going to find. This family was so sweet, and even though you hadn’t spent much time alone with Shino yet, you could see the appeal of this life from the family side.

“Ah, earwigs!” Shihori gasps, pointing at the little creatures crawling around in the mud.

“That’s right,” Shino said, picking one up in his hands. “Here, would you like to hold it?”

Shihori nodded furiously and held out her hands.

“Did you know that earwigs are nocturnal? That is why they seek out dark spaces, like those under rocks, during the daytime.”

“What does nocturnal mean, oma?”

“It means they are awake at night, and they sleep in the day.”

“Ooh, that’s so cool! Appa! Look how cool this earwig is!” Shihori grinned at you as she held up the bug.

“That’s really cool!” you agreed. “I think it likes you too, look, it’s crawling around.”

Shihori looked delighted. But somehow, Shino seemed more delighted. He really looked happy, happier and more animated than you’ve ever seen him, in fact.

“Okay, it’s time to put the rock down now so that the earwigs can sleep,” Shino said, gently lowering the rock. Shihori nodded seriously.

“Yes, we don’t want to disturb their home. I’d be sad if someone broke into my room and picked me up in the middle of the night. Why? Because it would be rude.”

You stifled a laugh behind your hand. One thing you’d learnt about Aburame pups, or at least Shihori, is that they automatically copied the ultra-logical speaking style of their clan, but they couldn’t actually grasp enough logic to pull it off as intended.

You and Shihori stood up and brushed yourselves off, but Shino remained crouched for an extra moment. You thought you saw him slip something into his pocket, but he was up and ready to continue the walk before you could ask.

And continue you did, the peaceful ambiance interrupted at random intervals by the sound of Shihori hitting sticks against trees and singing nonsense nursery rhymes. You and Shino just followed whatever path she seemed to pick, watching to make sure she was okay. It had felt totally natural for you to join your hands together as you walked. His hands were surprisingly small for someone of Shino’s height and stature, but that just made them nicer to hold.

The domesticity was flooding your brain with all sorts of good chemicals, and you couldn’t help but swing yours and Shino’s hands back and forth a little as you walked, something Shino didn’t seem to mind.

“Did you come here to look for bugs when you were her age?” you asked. It was a moment later that you realised as his mate, you’d probably know the answer to that, so you hurried to make the question more specific. “I mean, were you ever this enthusiastic?”

“Yes,” Shino said, smiling and squeezing your hand. “My father took me here all the time, and I remember being just as excited, although I had a different way of expressing myself to Shihori.”

You both watched Shihori attempt to jump and climb a tree. She missed spectacularly, but rather than cry when she hit the ground, she simply brushed herself off and tried to climb the tree again, this time with spite and determination in her eyes.

“I never tried to climb trees until I knew how to do it with chakra, but Shihori does not seem to agree with that method.”

“I used to-“

Shino cut you off with a tiny, barely audible gasp. He was looking at something off to the left.

“Look at this!” he pulled you over to a nearby tree and pointed at something nestled in between the moss. “They’re out early!”

“What is? I can’t see anything,” you said, confused. Was he looking at the moss?

“These are Cogita Volan bugs, also known as Mirror bugs. They are known for their incredibly reflective wings that they use for camouflage,” Shino explained, leaning in to look at the bug that you couldn’t quite see. He was so animated that you couldn’t help but watch him. He commanded your attention in a way that he never had before. “They hide in things malleable like moss or fallen leaves because it allows them to reflect from every direction and avoid being eaten.”

You looked closer at the spot he was pointing and now that he mentioned it, you could see the distortion of one of the bugs hidden in the moss. You couldn’t believe that Shino had spotted such a thing from the corner of his eye.

“I think Mirror bugs are quite beautiful,” Shino said, studying them.

Emboldened by your good mood, your filter disappeared completely.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you said softly.

Shino startled and his head jolted up to look at you, mouth dropping open. You were both wearing matching blushes, like school children courting for the first time. Shino gave you such a soft look before leaning against you gently, prompting you to wrap an arm around him.

Shino was so sweet. You couldn’t believe you had ever thought he was cold and aloof. Was it a little weird that he had bugs under his skin or whatever? Yes. But was he also calm and passionate and a really loving oma? It certainly seemed like it.

You regretted not properly befriending him in your younger yours, but this was something you could rectify when you went back, even if you didn’t choose to romance him. (And wasn’t it a weird thought that you were going to have to go back in time and then choose which of your friends to try to woo. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if the person you picked rejected you? Maybe you should have a top 3.)

“Oma! Appa!” you turned and Shihori was still standing under the branch she’d been trying to climb before. “Put me on the branch! Put me on the branch!”

You laughed but jogged over to her and picked her up and spinning her around as she squealed.

“You want to go on the branch, huh?” you said, tickling her. You felt elated all of a sudden. Being with Shino and Shihori like this made you feel like you could do anything, and you really were getting more comfortable pretending to slot into all these different families now.

Shino walked up behind you and pulled a camera from somewhere in his trench coat.

“Can you take a photo of me and Shihori?” he asked softly, handing you the camera.

“Of course, I will,” you agreed. You put Shihori on the branch and Shino stood beside her to support her. You walked back a few paces and pulled up the camera. “Are you ready?”

The two really looked so similar. It was refreshing to see Shino relaxed and smiling when you had only ever seen him withdrawn.

“I am ready. But we must not say cheese,” Shino said. “Why? Because the animals in the woods will come and try to eat it.”

Was Shino… joking?

Shihori started dying laughing and Shino cracked a small smile.

He was joking.

And it was a terrible joke but… just the fact that Shino had said it made it the funniest thing you’d ever heard. Soon, all of you were laughing your hearts out alone in the woods.

You snapped a photo of the two laughing together. It was a gem and something you promised yourself you would frame, even if the photo only existed for one day.

…

Shihori’s head started drooping on the walk back, so you ended up carrying her. She had nuzzled and purred at your neck and eventually fallen asleep, so you and Shino had decided to stop at a little Aburame food stall in the compound and grab some lunch to bring home, including some for Shihori for when she woke up, and a small portion for Kazue to eat as a snack when he returned home from the academy.

“I found this while we were in the woods today,” Shino had said to you while you were eating lunch today. His voice was quiet to keep from waking Shihori, but no less enthused. “I thought you might like it.”

He had handed you a small stone that was shaped like a heart. You had cooed over it and thanked him profusely, warmed by the idea that he had seen something heart shaped and felt compelled to give it to you. It wasn’t until later that you put two and two together and realised that your bedside drawer was filled with the previous iterations of such gifts.

In the end, you had stayed with a still sleeping Shihori while Shino went to pick Kazue up from the academy, so now you were sat beside her as she slowly woke up.

“Appa?” she called out immediately after opening her eyes.

“I’m here, darling,” you cooed. “Did you have a nice nap?”

She hummed in the affirmative and held out her arms for a cuddle. You stroked her hair while she woke up. Today had been so nice, nowhere near as relaxing as your day yesterday with Shikamaru, but it had been so much fun already and it was only the middle of the afternoon. You had enjoyed the peaceful companionship a lot and were hoping for you and Shino would get some more alone time before your day was up. Shihori was adorable and you believed you’d love Kazue all the same, but you weren’t there to pick them, not really, because the people who entered and stayed in relationships just for pups normally screwed up a lot in the process. No, you were here to find a strong relationship and only then, if you wanted pups, would you introduce them.

It was nice that Shino was a teacher at the academy, you thought suddenly. You didn’t see it as first, but he was patient and calm and good at giving logical explanations. It also meant he must be very present in the family and at home, because he worked in the village with consistent hours. The missions pack you saw earlier by the door was probably yours then, but hopefully you’d been taking fewer missions since Kazue was born; you wouldn’t want to miss out on any moment of this, and you’d only been there for a handful of hours.

“I can’t wait until I can have my own bugs,” Shihori said suddenly. “Because then I can play with them all the time and also put them on people I don’t like.”

“That won’t make you many friends,” you snorted.

“I don’t need friends, I have you and oma and Kazue,” she said, grinning up at you. “But I still think we should get a puppy so that list is longer.”

You laughed again. A big thing you’d learnt so far on this weird journey through time was that pups had serious comedy potential.

“I don’t think we can get a puppy right now, but maybe when you’re a bit older.”

Shihori sighed like she’d been expecting such a response.

The front door clicked open.

“Oma’s back!” Shihori cheered, but something didn’t feel right. There was something wrong about the way they were walking through the door.

You were proven correct when moments later, Shino walked into the room looking furious, a hand on Kazue’s shoulder whose face was stained with tear tracks and the beginnings of a black eye.

“What happened?” you demanded, instantly flying off the couch and towards them. You cradled Kazue’s face in your hands and up close you could see how blotchy and red his skin was too. “What’s wrong?”

Kazue’s face scrunched up like he was going to cry, but he turned around and buried his face into Shino’s chest before any new tears fell. Shino immediately encircled him in his arms and cupped the back of his head.

“Shh, it will all be okay,” he said gently, a stark contrast to the rage on his face. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m going upstairs to write in my diary,” Shihori suddenly announced from behind you. You’d forgotten she was there, honestly. She was watching the scene with furrowed eyebrows and had obviously decided she needed to give everyone some privacy. “Why? Um, well, because I want to.”

With that, she turned and ran up the stairs at full speed and if the situation had been less serious, you probably would have found her antics amusing.

“Alright, let’s all sit down, and we can talk about what happened, come on,” you said, directing both people to the sofa you had just vacated. You repurposed the blanket Shihori had been using and draped it over Kazue’s shoulders. “What happened?”

Kazue’s head remained firmly pointed towards his lap, so Shino answered you instead.

“Ikimori sensei told me that Kazue had been targeted by three of the boys in his class this afternoon in a physical altercation,” Shino explained, the calm rage still very present on his face. “Kazue did not fight back, and the altercation was ending swiftly by a teacher.”

So, three boys had assaulted your son who didn’t fight back or defend himself? You could see why Shino was so angry because you were starting to feel the same way.

“You told me I shouldn’t use my bugs against classmates,” Kazue said tearily. “I told them to leave me alone, but they wouldn’t.”

“Was it just an unprovoked attack or were you interacting with them beforehand?” you asked, rubbing his back. “Do you know these boys?”

Kazue just shook his head and refused to speak. You and Shino made significant eye contact over his head; there was something missing from the story, you could tell.

“This isn’t the first time, is it?” you asked gently. His face immediately confirmed your theory. “They’ve been bullying you, is that right?”

There was silence for a moment, but eventually Kazue nodded. He looked miserable, poor thing. You were furious that he’d been treated in such a way at school and his teacher had only just stepped in now. It was making you even angrier that you wouldn’t be here long enough to see through the situation and make sure Kazue was okay and that those boys were punished for their behaviour.

“Were they bullying you because of our clan?” Shino asked suddenly, and Kazue looked up at him, shocked. It was clear that Shino had hit the nail on the head somehow.

Shino’s face softened as he reached the same conclusion as you, before he removed both his and Kazue’s glasses and pressed their foreheads together. “You can always tell us the truth. Why? Because we will never judge you and always help you.”

Kazue was clearly trying not to cry anymore, but the comforting way Shino was holding him was too much, because he quickly broke down into heavy sobs, pushing himself into Shino’s arms. You scooted up behind him and embraced him and Shino so that Kazue was sandwiched in the middle. You hoped he felt safer there.

“Normally, it’s just clan stuff,” he said between sobs. “But I don’t care about that. Today was d-different though.”

“How so, darling?” you asked, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“I don’t know how b-but they found out about my first oma and they- they-“

First oma? What? You were baffled for a moment. Was Kazue adopted?

“What did they say?”

“They said my first oma killed herself because she didn’t want to be my oma anymore,” he wailed, heavy sobs rattling through his little body. “And-And that you would do the same s-soon.”

The tension in the room spiked and you felt a tiny flash of killing intent from Shino before he got in under control. You were feeling much the same way. So, he had been adopted by you and Shino, after a tragedy it sounded like. He must have been from another Aburame family, because there was no way he looked so similar to Shino through coincidence.

And those boys were vile, your mind added on to your assessment of the situation. Who made fun of a classmate’s parent’s suicide? Disgusting.

“That is untrue,” Shino said firmly, tightening his grip. He looked even angrier now, made especially obvious by his lack of glasses.

“Very untrue,” you agreed, covering the poor pup in kisses.

“You are our pup and biology will never change that,” Shino said, pulling away to allow Kazue to look at him properly. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and used it to clean up Kazue’s face. “We love you and Shihori more than anything else in this world and that is a promise.”

Kazue let out a little dry sob as Shino cleaned him up.

“When your biological oma died, we were not expecting pups anytime soon, but when I saw you for the first time, I knew I needed you to be mine. Why? I do not know; I cannot explain it. But I have never regretted it.”

“We will always, always help you with any issues you’re having, including this and the bullying for clan reasons. You don’t have to deal with it alone, and you definitely don’t deserve it,” you added onto Shino’s explanation, drawing Kazue’s attention towards you.

Kazue shot you a watery smile.

“Thanks, appa,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“And I’m going to need you to point out which ones are their parents at pick up, okay? I need to teach them a lesson about raising such shitty pups.”

Kazue gasped, scandalised, and Shino gave you a stern look.

They really were so similar, and it was adorable.

…

Dinner had been a quiet affair, and one that consisted of Kazue’s favourite food, some sort of Aburame potato dish you’d never tried before but agreed was delicious, in an effort to cheer him up. (You consciously did not rank Shino’s food against Neji and Kiba’s because again, that would be very rude. Also, Shikamaru won anyway because he got you into an Akimichi BBQ even if he didn’t cook any of it.)

Shihori also seemed to understand that Kazue was sad because she was quieter than she had been all day, baring the part she’d been asleep.

Kazue seemed embarrassed, so Shino had taken him aside once more after dinner and told him about his own experiences with bullying at the academy. It broke your heart to listen to Shino explain all these things you’d never noticed going on in your classroom and you bitterly regretted not befriending him sooner.

Hearing Shino explain that the bullying was so bad in the early academy years that Shibi, an omega who didn’t keep a full-time nest, had started to because of how frequently Shino would come home upset, really tugged on your heartstrings. It did seem to make Kazue less embarrassed though and there was a fire lit under him at the injustice of the situation that wasn’t there before, so you thought Shino had made a good decision in sharing the story with him.

Despite the fire though, Kazue had tired himself out by crying and decided to head to bed at the same time as Shihori, despite his normal bedtime being much later. You and Shino had spent the best part of half an hour tucking him in and making sure he was okay.

Hence why you were now alone with Shino. Properly alone and sitting together at the kitchen table.

Shino was making a list of things to do to help Kazue, but he had long since written down all helpful solutions and he was now just staring at the paper, stressed. Your attempts at making him laugh by encouraging him to write ‘beat up those children’ on the list were no longer working.

“Hey, there’s no need to be so tense,” you said, putting a hand on his. It was still cold. “We’ll sort everything for Kazue and make sure he’s happy, I promise.”

“Everything has been a bit much lately,” Shino admitted slowly. “Between my students, your coming home very late from your mission last week and now Kazue… I have been stressed. I am stressed.”

“I see,” you said, rubbing his hand with your thumb.

Neither of you said anything else for a while. You thought about what you could do to help. He wasn’t particularly emotive in his voice but being so close to him make you privy to his scent which was tense enough to rile your own emotions in return. You needed to help him, no, you wanted to help him, so spoil him, to make all the bad emotions go away. The way your thumb was moving on his skin gave you an idea.

“Would you like a massage?” you said abruptly, your filter refusing to stop the first idea that entered your head from exiting your mouth.

“Wha-what?!”

…

It had taken a few minutes to find enough towels to cover the bed and find some massage oil, which you’d eventually found in the wardrobe in the form of a never opened gift. Clearly, you hadn’t done this for Shino before but as you looked at Shino laying face down, bare bar a towel over his butt, you decided you definitely needed to if you chose Shino. In fact, if you weren’t sure that he would deny you instantly, you’d offer a friend massage too.

It was just so incredibly and overwhelmingly hot that the man you’d never seen in less than six layers was wearing nothing, laying prone in front of you. It was like his skin was taboo, a hidden treasure that you were finally getting a glimpse of after years of nothing. What could be hotter than that? You were glad that he was laying face down, because you were a little worried that he’d notice how ‘distracted’ you were.

His skin was just so smooth, comparatively untouched by scars, compared to other shinobi that was, perhaps because of his role as a distance fighter and his many armoured layers that he never left the house without.

“Are you, uh, are you ready for me to start?” you asked, awkwardly, popping open the oil cap. You couldn’t wait to put your hands on his skin, and you meant that in the least creepy way possible, of course.

“I… yes, but you do not have to do this,” Shino said, softly. “I will be fine, either way.”

“I want to,” you said firmly. “I’m going to start from the lower parts and work my way up, please tell me which parts are best and if anything hurts.”

“Okay. I am ready.”

His final throwaway insistence that you didn’t need to go out of your way for him was cute, but he was seriously underestimating what you’d be getting out of this experience too.

You poured the oil onto your hands and rubbed them together until the oil was warmed up. Technically, his feet were the furthest down, but that would probably be easier when he was on his front, so instead you put your hands on his ankle with the intention of starting with his calves.

You started first on his left calf, applying pressure with your thumbs and pushing them up before curving off to the sides. The oil smelt of vanilla and Shino’s scent blended with it seamlessly. It was very satisfying to watch his skin move around your thumbs, over and over again. Just getting to touch the skin on his calves was getting to you head already.

Shino hummed pleasantly as you applied an extra bit of pressure.

“Does that feel good?” you asked, keeping the ministrations steady and repetitive.

“Yes,” Shino hummed, his voice muffled by the pillow he was resting on.

“Good,” you replied, a little growl lining your voice without permission. You were privileged enough to be able to feel the shiver that ran through Shino’s body in response. This was too hot. “I’m going to switch to the other calf now.”

You worked on both of his calves until it the skin was hot to the touch. You needed to move on, but the thought of touching his thighs was… a lot. But not a lot in a bad way, so you slid your hands further up, still staying in the safer, lower thigh region for the time being.

“Do you like the smell of the oil?” you asked, to keep yourself grounded as you rubbed little circles on the lower part of Shino’s left thigh. “I don’t remember how we got it?”

“I believe it was a gift,” Shino asked, voice slightly slurred. “From Neji, at Shihori’s baby shower, but we have never used it before. Why? I-I don’t know.”

Squinting more closely at the bottle on the nightstand, you could see now that it was branded as a massage oil for pregnant omegas with no harsh chemicals and a soothing scent meant to reduce nausea. That was a nice gift from Neji, you could see him buying something like that now that you knew him better.

“I’m glad we’re getting use out of it,” you said, allowing your thumbs to stray a little further up, just until they made contact with the towel. Should you move the towel up a bit? Or would Shino not like that? Maybe you should ask him.

“Me too,” he sighed, nuzzling at the pillow. “It feels nice.”

“I’m just going to move the towel up a bit, okay?” you asked, hesitantly, taking your hands off his skin to hover over the towel.

“Okay,” he replied easily. Right, you just had to push it up a bit… Why were you sweating more now than like, the Wave mission where you almost died multiple times? At least Shino couldn’t tell your palms were sweating because of the oil. Carefully, you pushed the white towel up until the crease at the top of his thighs was just barely visible. Right, no time to waste, you just needed to do the same things as you had been doing already but just further up, right? That should be easy.

But you failed to take into account how much softer Shino’s upper thighs were, how his flesh would move around your fingers and how powerful the visual of his thighs glistening with oil would look.

Your underwear was not as comfortable as it had been twenty minutes ago.

Your hands glided up his right thigh, the oil making the motion so easy that you slipped and ended up pushing the tips of your fingers under the towel and over Shino’s backside just a little. Shino sucked in a little air and his toes curled slightly, but he did not protest.

Oh kami, you had just totally copped a feel by accident. Just focus, he obviously didn’t mind, just focus on what you’re doing. You kept up that little mantra as you worked.

The skin was soft, and as Shino’s reactions remained positive, you relaxed a little and focused on kneading the skin until it was pink. Shino was getting progressively breathier as time went on.

“Does this feel good?” you questioned softly. “Want me to work on your back now?”

“Feels really good,” he slurred, sounding nothing like himself now. He didn’t bother answering the second question, but you assumed that was a statement of agreeance and moved the towel back down, briefly mourning the sight, and moved onto his back.

Shino’s back was obviously where he was carrying all his stress because he suddenly became a lot more vocal, groaning and hissing and whining, as you worked out the kinks and knots. But once the worst of it was over, he fell completely boneless on the bed, only the changes in his breathing reassuring you that he was still awake, if only barely.

You kept rubbing around his neck anyway, perched over his hips, telling yourself it was to keep him relaxed, but in all honesty, you were having a good time massaging him like this. He was just so pretty, and you’d never seen him like this before, never. Not even close. You were addicted to this side of him, and it was difficult to stop.

“You must have been so stressed,” you whispered into his ear, leaning over him. “Your back was like a rock.”

“Hmm, not anymore,” he whispered, eyes closed.

You laughed. He was right.

You continued for another few minutes, but it was obviously time to start winding down, as sad as it made you to admit that.

“Okay, I’m done,” you said sadly, removing your hands and wiping them on a nearby towel. “We should definitely use the rest of the oil sometime soon though.”

There was no response.

“Shino?” you asked quietly, climbing off the bed and peering down at his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing slow and deep; he was asleep. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. He was so sweet, and he looked so innocent, relaxed and smelling of vanilla.

Unable to bring yourself to wake him, you decided to leave him be and clean up by yourself, tidying up the towels, wiping up excess oil and even redressing him.

(And you were exerting full effort into not noticing the raging boner he had, even while asleep, while you dressed him into some pyjamas. Shino appeared to have liked the massage more than you had intended.)

He had woken up at one point, just briefly, but when his bleary eyes had settled on your face, he had merely relaxed again and fallen straight back to sleep. It was flattering that he felt so comfortable with you if not a little annoying that you were having to dress someone completely limp.

By the time you had him tucked up in bed with you, it was almost midnight. You decided to hurry up and fall asleep to avoid another headache scenario that you really didn’t want but allowed yourself a few more seconds to watch Shino and think about your day here with him.

The first thought you had was that you wanted to massage him more. His hands, his face, his feet, his chest, everywhere.

Your second thought was less motivated by horniness, and was instead about how much you’d enjoyed today, how loved you’d felt just watching the members of this little family interact with each other. And yes, Shihori was a little madame sometimes, and Kazue was going through a hard time, but you were really going to miss them. You debated going to tuck them in again, but your limbs were heavy and refused to move.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in the end and when you did, it was with the scent of vanilla sitting heavily on your tongue and Shino’s warmth pressed against your side, thinking about how much you wished you could do a second day here.

Next chapter

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gatitties · 2 years

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Emo phase

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─Summary: just a little over exaggeration on your part with your daily problems

─Warnings: none

9 < 10 > 11

"Does anyone know what's going on?"

A concerned Claudette looked at her mates, casting glances in your direction occasionally, David, Dwight, Meg, and Ace were gathered talking about how you currently looked, Feng min was the one who came over to ask you what was wrong.

You were leaning against a log, your gaze lost between the pines and the mist of the forest, a depressing aura surrounding you, you weren't even using your phone, you weren't bothering Jake or Steve either, no messing Kate, you were just there, too quiet and silent, your hair hiding most of your face in a depressing way, a constant sad grin on your mouth.

After several minutes of chatting with Fen Ming, she returned to the small group with a blank expression as a gloomy atmosphere re-formed around you, she sat to one side sighing as if some nonsense was already expected from your part, although the others were waiting for know what happened to you.

"Well… what did they tell you?"

"Their favorite character from the series they were watching died."

"Oh-"

Everyone calmed down thinking that it would be something really serious that would make you more depressed, but now everything seemed to make more sense, it was clear that you were going to be like this for the slightest thing, but it wasn't your fault either, you always have that bad luck of choosing your favorite character and they just die all the time, you thought you were really cursed or something, you couldn't have favorite because that would just be a harbinger of near death.

Which led you to a theory…

What did you check in one of the games, just now, you were in a trial with Yui, Tapp and Ace, the murderer being Bubba, you appeared alone unfortunately, you tried to avoid meeting the killer for now, looking for the other three, good luck hit you square in the face seeing Ace repairing a generator. You smiled to yourself, looking at the man with intensity as if you had telekinetic powers or something, you only made his tension rise, he yelled when he turned his head and saw you staring at him as if you wanted to gouge out his eyes.

"What the hell!? You scared me to death, are you trying to kill me or something?"

"Yes."

Ace's glasses slowly slid down the bridge of his nose, letting his eyes look at you over the glasses, stunned by your carefree words, he stammered thinking that he had done something to make you wish him dead and seeing his state you decided to give him an explanation. Hey, you were a walking demon for the most part, but not someone heartless.

"I'm focusing on you to be my favorite character, I'm checking if my theory that my favorites always die, if so it means that I have the power to cast curses on others."

"I don't think those things work like that…"

And just after he readjusted his glasses, the sound of a chainsaw made them slide back down the bridge of his nose, a smirk on your face as he was knocked straight down. Bubba confused looking at you and the wounded Ace who was crawling trying to get away, though it didn't help much as he was hung up moments later.

And you felt fulfilled with yourself, the problem was that… you were completely wrong, Ace didn't end up being sacrificed, you thought that one, it could have been because it wasn't really your favorite or two, you needed to focus more on marking a favorite. But you erased those thoughts, it's easier to wallow in misery than it is to think of solutions or other things that will improve your mood.

So you're back in your depressed state for getting your idiotic theories wrong, emo mode fully on now, but this time it was so noticeable that even Yun-Jin Lee noticed the shitty mood you were in, and she of all people is the one who ignores you the most. Which leads back to Claudette being morally upright and concerned about your sanity, Dwight coming along to provide emotional support ─from afar— because he definitely doesn't know how to deal with unstable teenagers yet.

"Okay, they are only fictional characters, you can imagine that they are still alive."

"It's not the same…"

"Come on, you can't be like this forever, you look like a depressed person."

"No, I'm done, I'm definitely emo, neither feminine nor masculine nor others, my gender? Darkness, what do I have between my legs? Darkness, Pronouns? Ro/ck, Am I a boy or a girl? I'm a threat.

Claudette looked at Dwight in silence while you muttered things they barely understood, they decided that the best thing was a tactical escape, letting you rant to yourself, hopefully your emo phase would pass in a couple of days.

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adrift-in-thyme · 1 year

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Day 22: Can’t Scream (Wild)

Ao3 link

Cw for blood and injury

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He’s trembling.

Wild isn’t sure when that started, though it’s probably somewhere between watching the best friend fall to the Shadow’s blade and learning that his wounds refuse to be healed.

And then there’d been the whole thing with Four, and he knows he shouldn’t have lost it the way he did, he knows that. But it’s too much. It’s overwhelming him, smothering him, and he can’t breathe, can’t think of anything more than the all consuming need to run.

So, that’s what he does. He runs, feet pounding the soft earth, breaths ragged and gasping, choking on the tears he struggles to restrain.

He has to get away from the secrets and the darkness and the stench of blood and death. He has to get away before he crumples beneath the weight of everything.

And it feels so wrong to abandon Twilight in this way. But he has no other choice. It’s not like he can do anything, it’s not like he can help.

“He doesn't need this right now!” Four had exclaimed, because it was the truth, because there was no other effect Wild could possibly have had than to make things worse.

He’s a mess and he knows it. Twilight doesn’t need him nearby. Not right now. Not like this.

So, he goes to the only place he truly feels safe, the only place that makes sense. He heads for the forest.

But he doesn’t even make it past the second line of trees.

“Where are you headed in such a rush, little hero?” Comes a voice from just behind him, and Wild whirls, reaching for a weapon that’s not there.

Then, he freezes, heart lodging itself in his throat. Because there before him stands Twilight.

Only…it’s not him at all.

His eyes are crimson like the fires of Death Mountain, his lips curled in a demeaning smirk. He leans against a nearby pine, arms crossed over his chest, regarding Wild coolly.

“You’re a brave one,” he says, as Wild stands paralyzed yet seething, “to try and slay me, and then break away from your dear friends to come out here alone. Did you think I wouldn’t be here waiting for you? Did you think I wouldn’t come to exact my revenge?”

Wild clenches his hands into fists. He wishes he hadn’t thrown the remnant of his sword at Four’s feet. Then, at least he would have something to tear the Shadow apart with.

“You’re killing him,” he grits out. “Let him go.”

The Shadow laughs, and it sends shivers up Wild’s spine.

“Let him go? After what he did to me?” He pushes off the tree and takes a step forward, arms still crossed. “Perhaps you aren’t brave, Hero of the Wild. Perhaps, you’re just foolish.”

Wild reaches for his slate, not even bothering with subtlety. The time for that is gone. This creature, this disgusting, despicable monster, is trying to take Twilight’s life, and now he’s taken his form. He has to end this.

The Shadow’s eyes narrow, and his hand goes to his sword. But Wild is too fast for him. Slamming his finger on the Stasis button, he waits only long enough for the golden chains to freeze the Shadow in his tracks. Then, he bolts forward, grabbing a branch up off the ground and bringing it down on the monster.

Again and again the branch collides with him, every one of Wild’s movements feverish and fast. He’s still shaking, and his stomach has tied itself up into nauseating knots. If he stops for just a moment he’s certain he’ll faint or vomit, or both. But the adrenaline coursing through his veins keeps him upright, keeps him going.

The stasis breaks and he leaps back, breathing hard.

The Shadow is just heavy enough to avoid taking flight the way a lizalfo would. Still, his feet come out from beneath him, and he lands on his back on the hard ground.

Wild doesn’t hesitate. He rushes forward, hand outstretched to grab his sword.

“Oh no, you don’t.”

There’s a flash of deep purple and deafening whoosh of wind, and then he’s careening backward instead. He hits a tree trunk and slides down, magic burning his skin, body aching. Stars dance before his eyes and even blinking does little to clear them.

He can see well enough, though, well enough to know the Shadow is approaching. Gritting his teeth, he struggles to push himself to his feet. But he’s still dazed, and exhaustion and emotion have rendered his limbs uncooperative. And as the Shadow grows closer, he remains vulnerable and weaponless on the ground.

“So, you think you can defeat me,” the monster sneers, tilting his head to get a better look at his victim.

Wispy threads of magic float from his fingertips, wrapping themselves around Wild’s body. They pull him up and drag him forward even as he fights. In seconds, he finds himself on his knees before the Shadow.

“Many before you have tried.” He holds up his hand, inspecting it almost admirably. “Your beloved brother among them.”

Wild lurches forward, with an enraged snarl, but the bindings hold him fast.

The Shadow chuckles. “No, you certainly can’t defeat me. It’s pathetic that you think you even have a fighting chance. Look at what I did to your brother.”

He leans forward, eyes narrowed, a menacing grin stretching his face. “And now, I’ll do the same to you.”

He draws his sword once more, though it hardly looks like Twilight’s. Its bright silver blade has turned the color of obsidian, its hilt is lined with purple. And emanating from it is the same dark magic that’s restraining Wild now.

Then he levels the tip of it at Wild and he wants to lean away from it, wants to shut his eyes so he doesn’t have to see Twilight look at him like this. But he’s transfixed, held in place by far more than mere magic. And when the Shadow reels back and plunges the blade into his side, all over thoughts fade.

His mouth opens, a scream rising in his throat, as pain holds him like a vice. No sound comes out, however, and he’s left gasping, throat hoarse from his attempt. Panic spikes within him, hot and fast, and he raises his eyes to the Shadow, a desperate question within them.

“We can’t have anyone hearing you,” he says, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, and that’s all the explanation he gives.

He regards him for only a moment more, looking smug, then rips the weapon out of him. Wild pitches forward, gasping for breath. Blood runs down the side of his mouth, dribbling onto his neck and tunic. He’s weak beyond belief now; if not for the Shadow’s magic he would collapse. But he closes his eyes and clenches his jaw and waits for the next blow to come.

It comes with a vengeance, a swift, searing cut across his chest. Wild chokes on the cry that doesn’t come.

“The silent knight.” The Shadow’s voice filters through the ringing in his ears. “It used to be so easy for you to stay quiet, didn’t it? To cave to the wishes of your people?”

Another slash, another noiseless scream.

“How does it feel to have to fulfill that role again?”

He stabs him this time, through the thigh and Wild digs his fingernails into his palms, drawing blood. He should be dead by now, from blood loss alone. The Shadow must be using his magic to draw it out, make the process as infinitely painful as possible.

No one’s coming, he thinks, dizzily. He’s going to die here, because no one can hear his cries.

So much for not making matters worse.

But then, just as he feels the sword slice the air once more, heading toward his shoulder, a shout splinters the silence.

“Champion!”

He drags open his eyes at the same time as the Shadow turns, weapon held high to fend off the newcomers. Legend leaps toward him from amongst the trees, and their swords collide, the clang echoing through the space. Wind races after him, joining the battle without hesitation.

In his rush to fight the other heroes, the Shadow’s grip on his spells slip. The bindings disappear and Wild pitches forward, with a groan. Four’s by his side in an instant.

“Champion, I thought we’d lost you! Here, drink this.”

He props Wild’s head on his knees, then presses a bottle to his lips. Wild drinks it clumsily, the liquid sloshing down his face. When Four turns to check on the others, he swears he can catch the slightest hint of red in the familiar blue of his irises.

When he has drained the last dregs of the potion, Four places the bottle back into his pouch and sets about bandaging the wounds. Wild watches him, feeling lightheaded and groggy.

“You came,” he says, at last, and relief rushes through him at the sound of his own voice. It feels good to be able to use it again.

Four pauses in his work long enough to glance up at him, his expression drenched in guilt.

“I apologize,” he replies, softly. “I shouldn’t have come on so strong.

Wild grasps for his hand and squeezes it. Though the Shadow’s curse has been broken, his thoughts are muddled, his mind clouded with pain and exhaustion. The words he wants to say refuse to come, but he hopes for the moment, this will be enough. He hopes it will communicate even just the smallest amount of the gratitude he feels that after failing Twilight and running from it all, still they came.

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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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Please please give us part 5 of A Touch of Magic. I beg of you.

Oh wow thanks for the request. I’d honestly thought that people didn't really like this series anymore

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

A Touch of Magic, Part 5

Gavin seemed to have a talent for always winding up in the most precarious situations possible.

There he sat, eyes frightened, tied to a tree, with an entire horde of bandits conducting their camp activities around him.

Lysander lowered his hand telescope, and sighed. He was going to have to give that boy some self-defense lessons, when this was all over.

He turned to his knights, the three brave and valiant people he’d called in for backup. And also their squire, Ricker.

“There’s far too many bandits for us to fight our way through,” one knight said.

“Plus, a brawl could end with Gavin getting hurt,” Lysander added. “No, I think we’ll need to go with a softer approach. Ricker, remove all royal symbols from my clothing.”

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“Goodness,” Lysander said, walking up to the bandits’ camp. “Is that the enchanted child?”

Gavin’s eyes found his, and flooded with relief. The sight filled Lysander with a peculiar warm glow.

“Who’s askin’?” a bandit – presumably the leader – said. She lugged a battle ax over her shoulder.

“Just a nobleman’s son, looking to buy,” Lysander said, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

He’d hoped to just pay for Gavin and leave, but the leader’s scowl deepened.

“What do you take us for?” she said. “We ain’t slavers.”

Lysander titled his head. “So then why did you kidnap him?”

She grinned, showing some missing teeth. “They say the blood of a faery maiden makes for a top-rank healing potion. It’s a shame he’s a man, but we figure it’ll still be useful to keep him on tap.”

Because that’s so much better than selling him, Lysander thought.

“I think you misunderstand,” he said. “Gavin isn’t an actual faery, he’s – ”

“I suggest you make your leave, noble boy,” the leader said. “You clearly have no business here.”

The other bandits began to slowly rise, weapons in hand.

Lysander took a wary step back.

“Wait!” Gavin piped up.

Everyone paused, and turned to look at him.

“You said maidens. Those are unmarried women.” His gaze raced back and forth like a jackrabbit. “But I’m, um, I’m married. Lysander’s my husband.”

“What?” the leader said.

What? Lysander thought.

“So my blood’s no good to anyone,” Gavin went on. “You might as well let me go.”

“I never saw no wedding ring,” one of the bandits said.

“Oh, uh. I have it right here.” Lysander pulled out the ring he’d been planning to propose with, once they’d reached the palace. “We came into the hills to get it properly varnished.”

The leader stepped forward to examine it. Lysander felt himself begin to sweat.

“Nah, I still don’t believe it,” she said.

Lysander released a breath. Well, it had been worth a shot. Maybe if he called his knights quickly enough, he could –

“Kiss him.”

Lysander jerked his gaze over. “Excuse me?”

“I know you lordly types. Would never dare to even mingle with us common folk. But if he’s really your husband, then you must’ve kissed him plenty by now.”

Lysander swallowed. Maybe it wasn’t too late to run.

He glanced over at his fiancé, and their eyes locked. Gavin didn’t look happy. Far from it. But he still gave a slight, barely perceptible nod.

Oh. Okay then.

Lysander walked over on stiff legs, and crouched down in front of Gavin. Up close, he noticed a bruise starting to form on the other boy’s face, likely where he’d been slapped.

Lysander’s original plan had been to complete the rescue and never look back. But now, he was going to make sure that every single bandit in this forest was arrested.

Awkwardly, he leaned forward. He tried to ignore the pleasant way that Gavin smelled of the forest – soil and camp smoke and pine trees.

He took in a breath, and released it. And then, taking Gavin’s head gently in his hands, he kissed him.

And the world burst into light and sunflowers all around him.

When it was done, it was a struggle to find his voice again. “Do you believe me now?”

He still held Gavin’s face in his hands. He couldn’t take his gaze off Gavin’s earthen brown eyes, nor the slight blush beginning to form.

“Sure, noble boy,” the leader said. “I’ll let you buy your husband back.”

Lysander gave a humourless chuckle. “How generous.”

He took out his knife, and began sawing through the ropes attaching Gavin to the tree. When he was finished, he paused, considering the best way to cut the additional ropes around Gavin’s wrists and ankles.

“Hey boss,” one of the bandits said. “Isn’t that the royal insignia on the guy’s boots?”

Lysander froze.

“Really?” the leader said. He heard her step towards him. “Now that’s a mighty useful hostage.”

God damn it Ricker.

Lysander glanced over his shoulder, seeing the bandits slowly encircle.

“Sorry about this,” he whispered.

Gavin’s brows twisted in confusion. “What?”

Lysander seized him, threw him over his shoulder, and ran.

Part 6

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whatsjenniupto · 1 year

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Morning in Monserrate

Question 1: What did I want to see at Pena Palace? The outside of the castle with the brilliant colors, a bit of the Moorish architecture.

Question 2: Can I see those things if I just buy a park and grounds ticket for half the price? No.

Hmmm.

Fact 1: You hate overcrowded places.

Fact 2: You have no patience for selfie takers.

Fact 3: You barely survived Quinta da Regaleira and it's not the main reason people come to Sintra. If you hadn't had the empty paths through the hills, you would have stormed out in burning boot fashion. You will not survive Pena. Let's be real.

Original Sintra Day 2 Plan: Pena Palace and Moorish Castle

New Sintra Day 2 Plan: Monserrate

It wasn't on my radar, but if it had Moorish architecture, choose your own adventure grounds, and fewer people, it seemed the much, much better choice for me.

Ticket booked, off I went in the 100% humidity of morning in Sintra to catch the first bus up to Monserrate. The second my ticket was scanned and I started down the path to the villa, I knew I had made the best decision. This. Was. Amazing.

I strolled down paths, over waterfalls, around fountains, through the lush foliage of Monserrate. I had purchased the audio guide for an extra euro and used it to navigate my way through the forest to the villa.

While the audio guide was beneficial when walking the grounds, I was a bit disappointed to find it was exactly the same as the information on the displays in the villa. I could read it myself or wait for the guide to load and the narrator to read it at a much slower pace. I read and it was fascinating. The people who have stayed at the villa, the photos of former owners enjoying the grounds, all enjoyed with only a few other small groups of people shuffling around with me.

As I made the rounds around the villa, I found a paper map of the grounds on a table – unfortunately it was all in French, but with the pictures and the rudimentary amount of French words I can get my brain to remember, I was able to locate all the spots I had missed on my descent to the villa.

Like the false ruin chapel. (Sure, if you're building something where something similar used to be, building ruins makes sense. I think.)

And the ornamental lakes with gigantic pine cones. I was incredibly disappointed there weren't any lying around. How big is a 10kg pine cone?

I had planned on skipping the Mexican Garden. I live in Phoenix. These are my plants -- but I ended up on the path and I could not have been more wrong. They were my plants on steroids. Just like the 10kg pine cones, everything in Sintra was bigger than I had ever seen. That plant below on the left? Easily 7ft tall. Like, if I found a leaf on the ground, I could lay in it.

It was mind-blowing. I had never seen these plants this big. I almost felt like I had been shrunk. I walked back to the lawn for a final picture.

And then it was time to head back to the street to locate a bus to Sintra. I had snagged a public bus up to Monserrate for 2,60€. There were a couple options, but that was the first one that left from the bus stop. I was following the same concept to get back to Sintra. Take the first bus that comes along. A Scotturb bus came along and two other groups of people flung out their arm like I did. I lined up at the door in between the two groups, noting that the 435 number wasn't displayed, but it was the bus company, so I went with it.

Long conversation in Portuguese, showing the driver a slip of paper, and shaking heads. First group stepped back, annoyed. I hopped on, said I wanted to go to Sintra, and got charged 4€ (saving 10 cents because he didn't have correct change). Uh, what?! Oh, right. I do remember Scotturb having ridiculous prices when I researched this bus line. Ugh, oh well. This at least gets me back to Sintra for lunch before I head out to Ericeira. Second group stepped up and had the same interaction that the first group did. They too stepped back, annoyed. Another woman joined the line and had a long conversation about prices, but she paid and away the two of us went back to Sintra.

No idea what sort of bus I was on, but pretty sure it wasn't the 435 Scotturb that I'm guessing the other two groups purchased round trip passes on. And I'm quite certain I saved at least a euro by taking the public bus instead of buying a round trip ticket on Scotturb. Really would have been nice if a public bus was the first one by on the way back too.

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(I do recommend listening to this while reading. This chapters base was inspired by this song! :D )

Chapter 1: The Boys Call of Sonder

Sonder [Sohn-deer]: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own

That man was truly odd. Maybe he's crazy? I thought.

"He was nice though I'll give him that."

I'd rummage through my finds and what that dusty old man gave me. A bag of coins, some of his rations, and a new cloak...? "This man must be truly insane." I'd mumble as I'd throw my hood back over my head, knowing people are looking at me with such dirty glares, at a child too. How pitiful of them.

I'd duck through the familiar alleyways and through the forest where I usually lived.

The closest I'll have to a home afterall, I can't risk my safety for a temporary comfort afterall. That seems almost idiotic to wonder if there is such a thing as a home for me. Afterall it would take some time before he figures out about my criminal markings. Then he'll stop, and throw me out just like all the rest of those snobby, unforgiving, beastly and cruel adults.

"Maybe he's different..?"

The boy mulled over that thought and slapped himself.

"No cassian, no one is different. People are beings of habit, that man is no different than the rest."

I'd would then pack my things back into the bag, not wanting to risk more than what was unexpected and unnecessary noise making, afterall. One wrong noise and my whereabouts were to be exposed to the public eye more than already. I don't need that.

I'd begin to trail through the alleyways, the backroads, and horse tracks I could follow. But it all led me back to the village I still hate, what a ripoff. So with that thought, why don't I grab a drink? I'd think, slipping into the local pharmacy. With a knock or two, I'd slide in. Coming face to face with the long dwindling hallway, each step being cautious I'd emerge into the dark room that reeked of booze and underpriced food, only being lit up by the burning fire at the back of the bar. The goal of food and booze, as much as a necessity it already was right now, what's the worst that can happen?

"What can I get you?"

The man spoke, it was the same man from last night. He had his back turned to me, he shouldn't recognize me with this mask right?

I'd shutter at the thought and slotted myself into the stool, and spoke. An attempt to sound confident I suppose.

"A....A water will do sir."

I came here to get wasted, not sober.

I'd mentally choke myself as the man stood silent for a moment as he seemed to peer over his shoulder at me. When he spoke, all I could recognize and compute was his voice. The same deep and gruff, yet soft and stern. It was the same man from last night. He had his back turned to me. He shouldn't recognize me with this mask, right? Is he always that scary looking? What when did he get that tall? Does he recognize me? Did I mess up, oh gods. Why does he smell like iron and pine? Why is he so close? Wait, why is he moving away now. What is he up to? What is he going to do to me?

"That all you want today?"

The man filled up a glass carefully and slid it in front of me. Oh, thank gods. I almost shit myself, and a relief he doesn't recognize me.

"Yeah that'll be all, thanks."

The man then sat in his chair, cleaning the glasses and bottles. Not too long after he began to hum a broken melody, it sounded broken coming from him anyways.

He needs to tune his voice. Is he deaf? This man can't sing a good tune if a proper choir shows him a good melody, but it's soothing...

I wonder why he served me... Didn't he figure I'm a kid or something? Maybe I should be more cautious of him. He might actually know what he's doing. Sneaky scoundrel, just like all the other adults. Does he think im a dwarf? I'd think.

I'd finish my glass, pay, and quickly evacuated the premises. It became night so quickly. Who would've known a glass of water would've taken that long.

I'd quickly slip out of the pharmacy, bumping into a few people, but enough to nab a few wallets and cover my tracks.

Looks like I'm eating good tonight.

Afterall the night had more to offer to those who thrive on it.

The morning came, what a shocker. It seemed dimmer than usual, weird... seems it's going to rain after all.

I'd dig out that cloak that man gave me, it was big, a little heavy but it seems it'll do for now. How did he get something this good of quality, and in my size? He's such a weird guy, more than weird, he's borderline creepy. Oh well, at least this gets me warm enough for now.

Looking around and taking in the scene before me, it was just sad. Drizzling rain,the smell of wet grass and pine, and the faint smell of iron. Knowing me, I became curious. Where was the metallic smell? Who was the source? That made me question my own senses.

The smell only seemed to die down after the rain began to pour.

Well, looks like today's going to be such an amazing day.

I'd pat around, grabbing my bag and held it close as I watched the rain. Letting the cold yet comforting smell and familiar feeling of the pouring rain welcome me to the new home I call my own within the trees, the water now seeping through my clothes I began to shiver, the sounds began to defeat the senses of being on guard

The cold sensation and the feeling of warmth seemed to battle against eachother as I laid under the tree, until not long after I felt a pair of arms pick me up, strong and warm, welcoming arms. It felt... Nice for once. Before long, I'd slowly begun to drift off, I guess the warmth is welcomed...

(I used the wrong word to describe this chapter, come back for edits.)

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bubblegumbi0tch · 3 years

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Breed

Warning: Public sex, Breeding, cum inflation, hybrid Bokuto

He's been acting weird all day. Sniffing, snorting, grunting, sweating, even swearing. You know it's 'that time' for him, but this is different. This could be dangerous.

Not wanting to be cooped up with a carnally frustrated pup, you recommend a walk in the park. It's a beautiful summer evening, and maybe some fresh air will breathe some civility into those aching bones of his.

The sun is about to set, leaving streaks of purple and pink across the sky. There's a nice breeze blowing through the leaves, making a soft sound. Its overshadowed by the boisterousness of the park: kids, dog hybrids, families; it seems like everyone had the idea to go out tonight.

But even this is overshadowed by the grunting of your lover, each step, each breath, each movement making him groan. Poor thing. You try to hold his hand as you walk beside him, but it's so slippery with sweat, you can't get a good grip. He sneers at your attempt and pulls his hand away. What," you ask, "stop it, (y/n). it's y-your fault I'm like this," he barks back, shoving both hands into the pockets of his shorts. "Excuse me? What the fuck did I do?"

"It's day fourteen. I can smell it on you." He gets uncomfortably close, nudging his face against the side of your face. "You in ovulation right now, waiting for me." Oh fuck. Ovulation. Your face flushes red, and you stop dead in your tracks. Put a hand on your lower stomach, right above your womb, and glare at him. "That's not my fault. I can't control that." He lets his jaw open, a bit of drool running down his chin as his tongue licks at his upper teeth. "you know how easy it'd be? to knock you up?" "Kōtarō stop," you hiss, looking around to make sure no one caught him saying that. A couple walking a few paces behind you laughs to themselves, then passes you in silence.

"What? he whines. You Pause to collect yourself, taking a few steps away from him, already feeling slickness between your legs. Damnit. He laughs at the air loudly before licking his teeth again and stepping back into your personal space. "I can smell that, sweetheart," he purrs, grabbing your upper arm roughly, fat bulging between his thick thighs, "you can't hide from me. I bet I could bend ya over right here and make you cum all over my cock."

"Kōtarō," you snarl as you try to jerk away from him. He's right, but. But fuck that! He can't just do this; he can't have that much control over you. Especially not in public like this.

"that's it," he says lowly, fingers gripping until you squeal, "no other options now, babe. come with me." With his hold on your arm, he pulls you into a nearby grove of pine trees. The sharp needles prick and tickle your skin as you stumble behind him, struggling to keep up with his frantic pace. What is he going to do? Is he going to fuck you out in the open?

Beyond the grove is a small clearing filled with thistle bushes, utterly void of people, a lush virgin forest on the other side. Time and reality pause as he teleports both of you to the other side, deep within the trees. The only sounds are your breathing, the rustling of wind through the thick canopy above, and the quiet creak of the trees. You both look at each other. Blink once. Twice. And then he's upon you.

A fluttering giggle escapes your mouth as his hands immediately go to your ass, pressing his crotch into you, his hard erection already throbbing and ready. Lean your head back as he runs his teeth and tongue across your neck, feeling the need on him, smelling it in his musk,

"you're gonna be so pretty," he rumbles into your skin, breath so hot, your hands reaching to take hold of his jacket for stability, "all swollen and heavy with my babes."

You whine at his words; he's played around with the idea, but with this intense heat cycle, he really wants to impregnate you. Maybe this time, he'll actually do it. Filled with a slurry of fear and excitement, you remain as quiet as you can but still give into every touch and lick.

"you want that, don't you?" He dips between your breasts, fingers yanking and tugging until your chest is naked.

"I-I don't, uh," you trail off as he nuzzles his face into your tits and growls like an animal, mouthing at your flesh and nipples. Your pants are yanked down, and he immediately grabs a handful of your wet panties.

"oooh, yes, you do. your body doesn't lie." His fingers slip behind the thin fabric, collecting your wetness and beginning to rub it up and down your folds. He sniffs at the air again, thrusting his erection into you, demanding attention. Your dominant hand slides into his shorts to pull his cock out; it's harder and hotter than you've ever felt, dripping so much precum that it's staining his clothes. His fingers hasten, entering you, thumb diddling at your clit.

"tell me," he says with a kiss, planting his wet teeth against your puckered lips, "tell me you want my cum inside you ." His own words fuel the fire, making him buck his dick between your legs, bumping his hand still ravaging your cunt.

"Oh, fuck, please fill me, Kōtarō. I need you to fill me," you moan out, feeling a release from saying the words alone. Finally, you've said it, the truth, your fingers clenching around him only for him to remove them.

"with what?" he asks as he teases your hungry entrance with the tip of his length, stroking up and down your wet crease.

"Your cum! Give me your gift, your seed, please! I need you now."

Panties ripped open, he grabs you by the thighs and slams you against the trunk of a tree, penetrating you immediately. It's so big! He's so hot, it throbs inside you once before he starts a breakneck pace, fucking you with a vigor you've never experienced before. Your tits bounce in his face as he just grits his teeth and fucks you, grunting and growling, entirely focused on your pussy.

"Ghuaaa FUCK," you scream, uncaring of who might hear you; it already feels so good, the intensity of it overwhelming all your senses. You don't notice the sunset or how badly the bark of the tree is splintering your back. "YES, KO, FUCK ME!"

There's sudden, unbearable heat inside you as he abruptly climaxes. You cry out from the searing magic pumping against your cervix, grinding your hips down onto him. Still, too stimulated to care about anything other than him. "yeah, yeah," he almost whimpers, dropping his head to watch himself move in and out, pushing his seed as deep as it can go. "I'm gonna fill you up so much, Lil girl," he pants, "your mine, your gonna be fuckin' mine forever."

As you expected, he's nowhere near done. He pushes your legs up to your torso, deepening the thrust of his cock, bumping your cervix each time. A hand curls around your thigh to rub your lower stomach. "Mmm, Kōtarō," you whine, throwing your head back against the tree, following his eyes as he stares at your union, "I need more, feed my hungry pussy."

"ooh, sweetheart. your belly's gonna get," he pauses to strengthen the force of his cock impaling you, "so," another," fuckin'," and another, "BIG." He pushes himself against you, crushing you between his ribcage and the tree, as his teeth nip at your neck. All you can do is hang there in his arms, body not only enduring but reveling in the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain. He rips an orgasm from you, and you scream out loud as your muscles pulse and dance around his cock, the intense release short-circuiting your brain until all you can say is Kōtarō.' "Good girl," he praises, "that's my good Lil (y/n). Ooh, oh fuck, I'm gonna pump you full of my pups, aah, so everyone knows yer mine. everyone will know who owns this pussy!"

After a few minutes of fucking you like that, he whimpers like a damn dog when he releases again, jet after jet of white creamy cum firing into your womb. There's so much; you can feel the liquid moving around inside you. He thrusts and mumbles incoherent things, grabbing your hips when he notices a few drops start to leak out, repositioning you so gravity assists in his endeavor to keep every bit inside. Exhausted, the hybrid drops to his knees, carefully bringing you along with him. He pants heavily, tongue hanging out, sweat pouring, eyes closed, a strained expression on his face. His cock remains inside, still throbbing, nowhere near satisfied yet. Opening one eye, he looks at you and starts laughing. "What," you ask, trying to catch your breath as you lean back against the tree. He gives you that stupid grin that you've come to love so much and says, "you're beautiful. I can't believe you actually exist and that you wanna be with me."

Your hands find his face, wiping away a trail of sweat. And you kiss him. It's soft, deep, and meaningful. A kiss that confesses all your feelings for him. All your love, desire, need. He whines and kisses back as best he can, moving his head and teeth along with you. It all instills new hunger in him, which you can feel through his cock drumming inside you. Pull away to laugh at him a bit; he's such a mess right now. He plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"I'm actually going to get pregnant," you say out loud, needing to hear it to solidify the fact, "I'm… I'm so happy! Thank you, Bo, for—…." You trail off when he growls menacingly, gritting his teeth and getting an aggressive look on his face. "rollover, hands, and knees," he commands, pulling you off him so you can do as he says. The soil is cold and coarse under your knees, but you're so high off his pheromones, orgasms, and seed, you don't even register it. Arch your back, pointing your ass at him invitingly, and he completely loses his shit.

Frothing and snorting like a beast, he mounts you, swollen member sheathing itself in one fluid motion. Arms encircle you to keep you in place, and his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder, making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Growling into you, he fucks you like a dog, pistoning his cock in and out, in and out, all the way in, all the way out. You throw your head back against him and let your mouth hang open, tits bouncing with each movement, drool trailing down your chin. Fingers dig at the soil beneath, dirtying your fingernails, filling the groves of your skin. Bokuto laughs when you orgasm hard around his cock, teeth leaving your shoulder to carefully sink into the back of your neck. "sweeeeeetheeeaaart," he coos, "how many pups do you think I can fit in you?" You don't respond with anything other than stilted moans and your hips bucking back against him. Maybe four? fuck, you gonna be so big. so complete with my babies." He chuckles again, so turned on, his own words make him throb and spurt a heavy wave of cum inside you. Bokuto fucks you through his climax, pumping you full of seed, so much, it's, your stomach swells from the internal pressure.

You fall forward, ass still in the air, head resting on the grass as your lover's teeth leave you. He dips between your spread legs, tongue lapping at your pink, abused pussy. You whine and grind your hips back against him, the smell of blood and sex strong. good girl…" he mumbles into you, "lookit how full you are." His hand carefully rubs your distended tummy, and you look down to see it glowing, so much magic inside you that it illuminates through layers of fat and flesh. He rolls you over onto your back and lovingly starts redressing you, pulling your torn panties up, buttoning your pants, working your breasts back into your bra. His tongue cleans the bite wounds, and he feeds you a bite from a candy bar, healing you instantly.

You sit up, grumbling, feeling your stomach rumble from the amount of cum inside. Bokuto gives you that same silly grin, asking, "think ya can be a good Lil (Y/N) and keep all my seed inside you?" "Yes, Kōtarō," you purr, reaching to plant a kiss on his cute face. "You can call me daddy," he chuckles.

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silver-weasel · 3 years

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Diving (Deku x Reader)

Pairing : Deku x fem!reader (aged-up characters)

Rating : E, 18+

Tags : smut • fem!reader (she/her) • best friends to lovers / childhood friends to lovers • quirkless AU • p*rn with feelings (like. a lot of them) • public sex (more or less) • switching • hair pulling? • pining • Deku being flustered and an absolute angel what’s new • Reader being a teasing brat • It’s all soft and fluffy, I’m as vanilla as you can get 🤷‍♀️ • Happy birthday to the bestest boyyy I love him so much it hurts

Word count : 10 600 (Holy sh—)

A/N : Thank you @hoe-doroki my beloved and savior for beta-ing <3

Written for @rat-zuki’s collab in honor of our favorite birthday boy, The Deku Agenda Escapes no One. Thank you so much for letting me join! (go check out the other amazing writers and artists!)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

The ground grinds repeatedly under your hiking shoes, some pebbles being kicked forward on your way. You’re way too deep in the forest to hear any cars passing by and during the two hours you’ve been here you haven’t run into anyone. The place seems empty, the only souls breathing the forest’s thick air being you, Izuku and the birds chirping all around you.

The afternoon is coming to an end, the sun sinking down on its way to hide behind the mountains. The remains of its soft light are filtering through the dense leaves all around and above you. You’re surrounded by green, lush and immeasurable greenery, every plant merging into another.

You’ve left the marked paths, now wandering deep in the richest, boundless part of a forest you both know like the back of your hand after roaming it all over innumerable times. All over, except for this part, in which you’re setting foot for the first time today. Your many previous hiking sessions were shortened by your questionable sense of organization, always arriving too late to explore further into the unknown.

Leaves brush against your knees with every single step you take as you follow Izuku on his heels. He’s moving at a steady pace, his hands holding tight the straps of his yellow backpack that he’s had for as long as you can remember. He’s always so organized, has everything you two could eventually need and generally never do. Two huge flasks of water, an entire meal he calls ‘little snacks’, with sandwiches, fruits, protein bars, even hard-boiled eggs. A first-aid kit with disinfectant, bandages, scissors and painkillers. Hell, you’re even wondering if he has any pads for you in there, in case of an unexpected period. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

You giggle lightly when you see him stumble for the sixth time since you got here; he can’t seem to keep his curious eyes from drifting up and around, looking in every direction, probably retaining every detail and logging it in some impressive mental database of his. And he’s commenting on every little thing he sees too; he makes you notice things you never would have if it weren’t for his candid interest in everything.

“Oh! Look at that bird!” he exclaims, pointing at a branch over your heads. “Do you see it, right there, with the red mark!”

You turn your gaze to where he’s pointing and see a little bird, very cute, but so tiny you’re wondering how one could spot it without specifically looking for it. That’s probably what you like most about Izuku: his attention to detail. That’s the thing—nothing is too small for him, everything is worthy of interest. His eyes always light up with such curiosity, this child-like wonder and it was always one of your favorite things to witness growing up.

When he came over to your house at age six, he was always running around with some bug on his forearm, calling your name, yelling, “Look at this!”

Most of the time, it was a snail or a ladybug, and that always managed to catch your interest. Sometimes, it was a spider or a beetle, and he had you screaming in horror more than once, running to your mother’s legs with weeping eyes. Those times, he always watched you go with wide, sad eyes and a wobbly lip, because, “I would never hurt her, Mom! I swear I didn’t want to scare her!”

“Oh, yeah, I see it! It’s so cute!”

And it is cute, the way his huge green eyes go even rounder in amazement. You treasure these hikes for providing occasions to witness this. But as much as you wish this moment could last forever, the sun is beginning to set, you probably shouldn’t go deeper in the forest at sundown.

“We should probably head back to the car, Izuku. It’s gonna be dark soon.”

“Come on, it’s still so light—there’s no rush!” His lips crook a bit into an impish smile. “Scared that a bear is coming to get you?”

“There aren’t any bears here—we’ve been coming for five years.”

“Because if it’s the bears you’re afraid of,” he begins, ignoring you on purpose, “you know I’ll protect you, right?” he says, sticking out his chest like he’s some superhero.

“Against a bear? Right.”

“You’re underestimating me? That’s just mean.”

You chuckle at his antics, shooting him a look of yours that says, ‘Come on, please?’.

His eyes soften a bit, but he’s used to that look; it’s been years since it worked on him as well as you’d like it to.

“We can just keep going this way, then we’ll make a loop and head back to the car directly! It’ll be even shorter this way.”

“Alright, let’s do that,” you agree, and the smile it elicits from him makes something tingle deep in your stomach.

You move forward again, sinking deeper within the forest. It’s becoming harder and harder to walk, brambly branches and huge leaves blocking your way more and more with every step.

You’re a bit ahead of him when you catch sight of a sparkle behind the bushes. Just a glimpse of light, but you’re positive you saw it. Is there water here? You never really looked at a map of the place before—you just always went wherever you felt like and used the same tracks on the way back. You hurry up a bit, curious eyes fixed on that glimmer of light.

Soon enough the dense greenery comes to an end, and you’re finally out of the bushes, finding your way into a little clearing. You’re standing, speechless, in front of a pond: it’s about forty feet wide, catching the last rays of sunshine in a dazzling reflection. The water is surrounded by gigantic trees big enough to be home to an entire niche of biodiversity, and a half-sandy, half-stony shore with reeds rising from the water on both sides.

It’s all calm and quiet and massive trees, branches pouring, cascading above still water. The air feels cool, filled with a pure smell of dew and spring even though it’s the end of a hot day of July.

Izuku is close behind you and lets out a very cute, “Whoa,” ditching his backpack on the ground next to you in the middle of the cove. The both of you just stand there for a moment in complete silence, aside from the birds chirping. Izuku breaks it first:

“How come we’ve never seen this before? This place is amazing.” He sounds distant as he speaks, soaking up his surroundings like he always does.

“I guess you never know everything about anything,” you say mindlessly, without detaching your gaze of the wonderful view ahead.

He’s standing close to you, very close. You’re only noticing now that you’re coming down from the high of your discovery. Your arms are brushing, you can feel his body heat from how close you two are. It wouldn’t be the first time; you’re no stranger to being physically close to Izuku. You’ve been playing together since you were able to put one foot in front of the other. And you wish you could say it feels any different right now, but that would be a lie. Being close to him always felt the same. Always felt like the only easy thing in your life. The only constant.

Yet it’s not enough. No matter how close, it’s never enough, it never was. You hate yourself for feeling that way; you’ve never been the greedy, unsatisfied type. You have everything with Izuku. Well, almost everything.

But right now this place—this very quiet, beautiful place with no one in sight is doing things to your fertile imagination. Despite the sun just beginning to set, the summer air still remains thick with heat. You find yourself staring in the abyss of that water, admiring the masterpiece of a reflection on the surface, a painting of leaves and clouds and blue sky. It calls you, sings an irresistible song of fresh water on sweaty skin and strong, freckled arms wrapped around you.

You don’t know if the slight, insignificant detail that you would have to undress in order to dive into that water—since you didn’t bring a swimsuit—is a better reason to do it or to refrain from doing so.

You’ve lost count of how many moments you’ve shared with him just like this one. So many chances for you to take. You never have.

Back to the original issue: can you see yourself walk out of that clearing the way you always do? Can you see yourself going home, adding this missed chance to your growing collection of lost memories, of hands within your reach that you chose not to take?

The answer pops in your mind, crystal clear for the first time since you met him.

You drop your bag on the ground, turning to Izuku with a delighted expression stretching your features. The look on your face reminds him of one he’d seen on you as a kid, bouncing on the balls of your feet in front of the ice cream truck. At this moment he just knows you’ve got some stupid shenanigan in mind, like you always do. Once again, he isn’t wrong.

“Wanna take a dip?” You’re squinting at him from his side, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.

“I-I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he stutters.

It’s been a long time since he last stuttered in front of you. He got rid of it years ago, but it still resurfaces sometimes in front of intimidating strangers or in a socially uncomfortable situation. Never in front of you, though.

“Me neither,” you answer plainly with that same impish smile, and his eyes go round at your implications.

“Wait, you can’t be—Oh my God—”

His heart does a great flip in his chest when he catches you taking the hem of your shirt up over your head. In less than five seconds, you’ve got him scorching hot, feverish and suddenly he can’t tell right from left.

His reflex is to bury his face in his hands. He respects you too much to take a peek, but you’re making things very difficult for him. He can hear you move towards the water, can hear the thump of your forgotten shoes hitting the ground one after the other, can hear the soft pad of your naked feet on the rocks.

“For the love of God, please, put it back on…”

“What? Look at this view, it would be a shame not to make the most of it!”

He’s not looking at the view right now, he can’t let himself. He knows very well he won’t be able to focus on the trees when you’re standing pretty much naked—although he’s not sure to what extent—in front of him. You could be entirely naked right now and he wouldn’t be able to tell, his burning face still hidden in his shaking hands. His voice comes out muffled when he stammers, “I-It’s starting to get late, we really should get back to the car…”

“What, you’re scared of the bears?”

He can’t see you, but he knows you’re sporting that smug grin of yours, the one he first saw when you showed him your impressive collection of Pokémon cards on your preschool’s playground. You’ll have to take a lingering silence for an answer.

“Izuku, come on. I don’t bite.”

He’s not entirely sure the sight of you won’t gnaw him to the bone, won’t melt his entire body down and leave him a hot mess. He won’t be a man anymore, just a walking flame fueled by the heavenly sight of you. No, he can’t let himself fall into that. Obviously you don’t know what you’re doing to him.

Nevertheless, you’re probably the most stubborn person he knows. And he’s friends with Katsuki Bakugou, for God’s sake. He won’t be able to get out of this as easily as he wants, especially as he hears the delicate noise of water splitting at your feet as you enter the little pond.

He slowly moves his hands off of his face. You must have your back turned to him, so maybe he can drift his eyes off somewhere—

You are in front of him, thigh deep in the water now. In nothing but your panties. Your white, flower-patterned lace panties that are doing a very bad job at covering your backside. He lets out a long, pained whine, standing in the middle of the little shore with his arms dangling down his sides, not sure what to do with them.

“Why didn’t you at least keep your bra on?” His voice comes out way more wobbly than he intended to.

You turn a little so you can look at him, and it takes every little bit of strength he’s got left to look you in the eye. But as you’re turning around, the smooth curve of your breast starts showing, and God, is that your nipple?

He wants a giant hole to swallow him right now. He wants some forest creature to come for him right this instant, anything to keep him away from you, keep him from doing things he might regret. To punish him for having such thoughts about you, because you trust him, you’re so oblivious, so innocent, and he’s so weak against this inner monster that’s eating him away.

With a little frown, you deliver the answer like it’s self-evident as you kneel into the water, the surface just above your chest:

“I didn’t want it to get wet.”

“But you’re okay with your panties getting wet?”

The realization of what he just said is slow but surely comes. And when it does, he wishes even harder to get erased from the surface of this planet he’s already lucky enough to share with you. There is a long silence, and all he can hear for a few seconds are the birds chirping and the violent pounding of his heart against his ribcage, straining to get out.

You turn back around to look at him, dumbstruck.

“I’m more than okay with that—”

“Please forget I just said that,” he cuts you off. He’s not sure he can bear to hear more of this.

“I’m never forgetting you said that. It’s pure gold,” you scoff.

He can only answer with a drawn-out whine. He doesn’t have any choice in this, does he?

When you dive in the water, he takes both his shaking hands to the hem of his shirt and starts undressing.

What the fuck am I doing?

The water is so pure you can see underwater as clear as day: the few rocks at the bottom, the little silvery fish all around you, and the last rays of sunlight permeating through the calm surface above your head. The water feels a bit cold on your naked skin since the sunlight and summer heat must only hit the clearing at certain hours of the day. Still, the cold water isn’t enough to clear your foggy mind.

What was I thinking?

You’ve always been a bashful person, why is it changing all of a sudden? Maybe it’s the devastating effect Izuku has on you.

You try to calm down a bit, taking a deep breath. So, you’re pretty much naked in front of him. Well, it definitely wouldn’t be the first time, and it (probably) won’t be the last. Now you just have to go through with your stupid idea. It’s no big deal, it’s only Izuku. Only Izuku.

Only Izuku.

Fuck.

You finally surface, not only because you can’t hide underwater forever, but also because, surprisingly, you’re not a fish, you have to actually breathe.

You push your dripping hair to the back of your head, still careful to keep your breasts under the water. Izuku’s already in to his hips when you turn around to look at him, your vision still blurry from the water trickling all over your face. He’s merciless, standing like that, only the elastic of his boxers peeking out of the water. You’re a bit surprised by the plain, black color. You were expecting something along the lines of blue, yellow and red. Izuku is full of surprises.

But nevermind the color of his underwear—what you find just above is mesmerizing. Your indiscreet, incorrigible gaze can’t help following the thin trail of hair tracing up to his navel, then the stunning lines of his abs, partly hidden behind his freckled forearms shyly crossed over them. The freckles spread up his powerful arms, gently sunkissed, scattering all over his broad shoulders.

Is he actually hiding, though? Doesn’t he know he looks like he was carved by the gods themselves?

“Have you done this before?”

The sound of his voice startles you a bit. Ah, right. You were shamelessly staring. It takes you a couple of seconds to force your distracted mind back into focus. “Done what?”

“Skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s my first time. It looks like it’s yours too.” His big, bright eyes drift around like they don’t know where to look. It’s really cute.

“It is,” he admits, now kneeling into the water as well. “I would’ve thought you were used to this.” You arch a single eyebrow in an amused frown.

“What, do I look like I have a professional degree in skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s just…You look confident, it just seemed like it.”

Confident? You’re nowhere near confident—you’re terrified. You try to keep your cool, but it’s probably the first time you’re putting on an act in front of Izuku.

“Well, you’re not so bad at it yourself.” You don’t miss the little blush coating his cheeks at that. “Also, I’m not exactly naked.”

“You’re not exactly dressed either, that’s a...v-very small piece of clothing.” He’s blushing a bit harder, looking away.

“Oh, seems like you paid some attention to my piece of clothing then, good to know.”

Now he’s quite simply scarlet. A very cute, very hot, freckled tomato. He’s so easily flustered, it only makes you want to tease him some more.

“Were your legendary All Might boxers in the dirty hamper? That’s a shame. I’m a bit disappointed,” you say in a mockingly innocent voice.

He doesn’t retort, simply stands there on his knees, shooting you an unreadable look and a little pout. After a few seconds, you open your mouth to continue, only to be startled by a strong splash hitting you in the face.

When you snap out of your shock, hair and face dripping all over your shoulders, you look up at him with what must be the scariest look of betrayal. Or the most ridiculous, apparently, since he starts laughing, louder and louder, and can’t seem to stop.

“Oh, you’re pretty pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?” You can’t help but chuckle while talking, his laugh is so contagious.

“I am, yeah!” he manages to articulate, only starting to calm down.

As the calm of the forest returns, you watch his eyes go back to their usual round shape bit by bit, his face relaxing again. His smile causes butterflies to fly up and around in a whirlwind deep into your belly. You chuckle a bit at the feeling, almost embarrassed by how he’s making you feel like you’re in some dumb, cliche rom-com movie. On the outside, you must look a bit like a maniac, but he’s a nice guy, so he simply asks, “What is it?”

And before you can overthink yourself out of it, you’re hurling yourself at him. He barely has the chance to stutter a weak, “Wait!” before you’re putting all your weight on him, sinking his head deep in the water. Izuku may well be a nice guy, but you know he isn’t going to let you get away with this, so you’re not surprised when you’re dragged underwater by your legs. He lets go immediately, a bit abruptly, even, like it burnt his hands to touch you.

You both emerge from the water soon, and it takes you a second to get rid of the water blurring your vision, but then it hits you. How tantalizingly close you are to each other now, your bodies an inch away from touching. You’re both on your knees, enveloped in the coolness of crystal clear water and the reflections of the canopy of leaves above your heads. A spark of electricity makes you freeze on the spot; you’re so close to him your breasts slightly brush against his chest.

After a little eternity, you find the courage to look up at his face. He looks mindblowing, really. Despite the two decades you spent together, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen the pure, astonishing details of his freckles from this close. You would remember it, you definitely would. It’s a spectacular view, one of those visual memories that comes back to hit you in flashes. His nose and cheekbones are covered in them, drawing a mesmerizing pattern, more complex than the Milky Way itself. They’re an uncrackable equation, like a weird quirk of nature that you’ll never understand but don’t question anyway. They spread a little more scattered, but still very present, up to his forehead and down to his delicate jaw.

And his eyes—you could just drown in them. There’s this bright, blinding light there that feels like laying in the grass and looking up at the sunlight coating the leaves of this tree, the one you grew up near and always played under.

You swear you didn’t move, neither did he, and still you manage to get even closer to him. Now it’s you against the inexorable attraction that pulls you towards him like a fierce magnet. And it’s a losing battle, you think, as you’re both entering each other’s personal space like you share just one.

There’s nothing friendly about the way he can’t look you in the eye, seemingly too obsessed with your lips. You drop your gaze to his and find them calling for you. It’s been so long, now the thought of kissing Izuku seems unfamiliar despite being ever-present in your imagination for so many years. Like repeating a word so much it ends up becoming a series of meaningless sounds to your confused mind.

He’s the one who finally closes the distance, his lips landing on yours so softly you can barely feel them. He doesn’t move, simply content with the contact. You’re both eight years old again for a minute. The kiss feels like the little peck a kid would finally give to his crush in the middle of their school’s playground before running away to his friends.

Time seems to stop for God knows how long, and after what feels like no time and forever all at once, his lips move hesitantly against yours, bringing you back to reality. Right then, it all crashes on you like a tremendous wave. The distant echo of your mothers’ voices from the kitchen and the stupid cartoons they made you watch so they could talk for ten more minutes. The games alone together because no one wanted to play with you two weirdos. The piggyback rides, the dumb jokes, the video games (you always won). The neverending texting sessions at night because one of you couldn’t sleep. The fights that never lasted long enough to see the next sunrise because you both are way too weak for each other. All those stupid places that wouldn’t have looked half as breathtaking if it weren’t for him.

His lips are soft but roughly bitten. Hot and wet from the water and maybe from something else. He doesn’t taste like anything other than home, and that’s more than enough for you. His hands went up to cup your face at some point, but you’re too drowned in all the feelings coming up to the surface to pay attention to anything other than his soft mouth pressing on yours, more and more, opening up—

And it’s already over. You only notice that you’ve closed your eyes when you open them again when you don’t feel anything against your mouth other than the summer air. When your mind manages to regain any sense of function, the blurry focus of your gaze settles on his eyes. Wide open. Pupils eating up the dazzling viridian that puts the forest to shame. And a terrified expression in them.

He’s looking at you like he hurt you. His lips should still be on yours, kissing and sucking, not frozen like they are right now, obviously trying to express something painful as a few weak sounds pass their barrier before he finally manages to speak:

“Oh—Oh my God, I-I’m s—”

You don’t let him finish his stupid sentence. You don’t think twice before you take his face in your hands and lean in to kiss him again, with shameless intent this time. No more pretending—you’ve been waiting long enough for this and apparently, so has he.

It’s nothing gentle this time when your mouths crash against each other, teeth clashing and lips bruising under the weight of twenty years. You hold to his face like a lifeline, fingers sinking just a bit into his cheekbones, the tip of your nails getting caught in the knots of his dripping hair just above his ears. It’s messy, your noses rubbing before he angles his face better. One of his hands loops around your waist in a tight grip, forcing your chest to crush against his, the other burying in your hair at the base of your skull.

The feeling is electrifying, indescribable. It’s nothing like the pale, miserable depiction of your imagination. It’s discovering life in color when all you’ve always known was black and white.

The water is cool, but his body scorches against yours, burns your skin in the most exquisite way. The kiss is desperate on both parts, but neither of you is confident. His lips suck on yours with tentative motions, and you respond in kind the best you can. They are hungry, starving for flesh but don’t know how to hunt.

Your hands are gripping more and more of his hair, pulling harder, sending waves of heat all the way down his groin, and he’s not sure he can hide the bulge growing there for much longer.

He has to be sure, he has to be absolutely certain you want this as much as he does, because once he starts, he may not be able to stop. But you feel so good, all pressed against him. Your skin feels so soft under his hand at the small of your back he has to dig his nails in the skin of your waist so he doesn’t cross a line. But the curve just above your ass is begging for him to grip at the tender flesh and squeeze, fill his hands with it. He’s been dreaming about this for so long.

No, he can’t just hurl himself at you like a hunting wolf the first chance he gets—what kind of friend does that?

It takes him every bit of focus he has left to break the kiss, to part away from you. You have to discuss this, he can’t just throw away twenty years of friendship! Now you’re looking up at him with puppy eyes saying, ‘Why won’t you play with me?’ He breathes out a shaky sigh, and begins:

“Um, look. Believe me when I say I’ve wanted this for a very, very long time, and I love you so, so much. As a friend, I mean.” He sees you frown at this, catches a glint of something he doesn’t like in your eyes, then panics. “No, no, no, I mean, a-as a friend, but also more than that, o-obviously. But I don’t know what you want, you might be...d-disappointed, or...um—” His face starts heating up like it hasn’t in ages. He takes another breath, tries to clear up the muddled mess happening in his head. “Look, I just want the best for you, but you look...good, very good, and you’re making things very difficult for me, doing...this—”

“Izuku.” The deafening hubbub filling his mind falls suddenly silent, your voice a comforting, steady rock for him to cling to when his mind is storming out of control.

“Yeah?”

You get even closer to him, since he gradually set some distance while mumbling his anxious thoughts out again. You cup his face in your hands, a gentle, featherlight touch, and look up at him with determination in your eyes. You pull his head down a bit to settle on yours, your foreheads and noses connected, never breaking eye contact. Your lips graze over his, both your breaths mixing there, your voice a quiet whisper as you speak again. “Do you want me?”

Out of the jittery mess of his mind, the answer comes out like evidence, plain and simple: “Yes.”

“Then shut up and kiss me.”

You take action immediately, kissing him once again and this time he doesn’t hesitate to put his—still rather shaky—hands on you. The feeling of you is addicting, pushing his insecurities further in the back of his mind. He starts at your waist, running his thumbs there, feeling the goosebumps rising on your skin. They wander up your spine, counting every single bump of your bones, all the way to your nape. Then dragging them back down to settle on your hips, his fingers digging in the soft flesh. The little sigh you breathe on his lips causes an impressive amount of blood to run straight to his dick.

Your mouth is distracting, dizzying, sucking on his bottom lip, nipping playfully. His tongue slides over your lips, then against your own when you open up immediately for him. You’re pressing against him even more, your breasts rubbing against his naked chest and he swears you’re going to be the death of him. You’re hanging from his shoulders by now, your arms circling his neck, still gripping a handful of green hair, pulling. You have to stop doing this—he might cum right away. He doesn’t say it aloud, only lets a moan escape him into your mouth.

He wanted this, wanted this for so long, and now that it’s real, it’s beyond everything he could have imagined. The heat of your skin, the weight on his shoulders as you cling to him, your breath in his mouth, your little sighs.

He’s only now noticing that his hands have gone to reach their destination with a mind of their own. They’re on your ass underwater, feeling the white, wet lace, the sole cloth on your entire body—that thing is just there to tempt him. He’s unsure if you like what he’s doing until you release a whimper, louder this time, enough to send a vibration against his mouth (and straight to his cock at the same time).

Suddenly, he wants to taste a lot more of you. You’re all open up to him for the first time—he has to. He trails a series of open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, savoring every little sigh escaping your lips, then to your neck, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat.

The water is fresh all over you, and he doesn’t miss the shivers running up and down your skin at the contact of the twilight breeze. He needs to warm you up, needs to make you feel good, needs everything to be perfect for you. With his hands still on your ass, he trails lower down to your collarbone, allowing some occasional nips on the way that have you shaking. He freezes, looking up at you from there.

“Is this okay?”

The answer comes out breathy, a little desperate: “Yes, yes, please!” It sends a wave of heat all over him, the way you like what he’s doing to you, the way he’s making you feel good.

He’s not experienced or anything, only had a few hookups a couple of times, so he’s not very confident in his capacities, aside from running his hands all over you because that’s how his instincts are manifesting. You know him better than anyone—of course you would know how lost he could be in this kind of situation. But he also knows you’re not much more experienced than him, and that thought is comforting.

He’s experienced in one thing, though. He feels like the worst, filthiest person on the planet for this, but it’s astonishing the number of times he jerked off to the thought of what’s happening right now. How many times did he fuck his hand in the shower thinking about the water trickling down your skin, about licking it off your breasts all the way up to your neck.

So he does what he’s been dying to do for years. your breasts are just above the surface, so he sits on his heels and licks down your chest. When his tongue finally reaches your nipple, giving it a tentative lick, you let out a gasp, encouraging him to get bolder. And he does, closing his mouth on it like it’s the sweetest lollipop; it’s all cold and hard and raised from the water, but it warms up really quickly against the furnace of his mouth. His right hand leaves your ass to cup the neglected other, running his thumb against the bud, squeezing the flesh. That’s when you reach out to bury a hand in his hair, and pull again. God, you can pull on his hair all day and night like this; he’ll never get enough.

His left hand, still on your ass, rises up to the small of your back, feeling you arching more and more, pushing against his mouth. A harder nip has you gasping and he lets his hands run all over you, wandering without direction. It’s messy and urgent; he can’t help it—you feel so good, so soft under his hands. He’s like a kid getting to open his Christmas gifts in the morning after an endless, sleepless night waiting for Santa.

You trail your hand down his chest and his abdomen, a gentle reminder that the power he holds right now could slip through his fingers any moment. He’s willing to give it to you, especially since he doesn’t really know what to do next.

Like you just read his mind, you take his hands in yours, stopping their chaotic race. He’s feeling himself flush a bit—was he going too fast for you? Did he scare you? Or did he just let himself become overwhelmed by his feelings and it didn’t feel good for you? His eyes are looking down directly at your naked chest, he realizes he never took a proper look at them, too busy throwing himself to taste them. They look just as good as they taste, as beautiful as the rest of you.

Tentatively, he raises his eyes to find your reassuring gaze and fond smile. You lead his hands down slowly, setting them on your hips, over the criminal lace fabric preserving your modesty. Your foreheads connect again, but you never break eye contact. Lacing your fingers together, you guide his thumbs into the elastic on both sides, and now that he gets what you’re trying to do, his mind just stops.

Your voice is barely a whisper, a mesmerizing caress on his lips when you speak again. “I think I’ve waited long enough, Zuku.”

Your tone is fond, but you sound so desperate, it’s unbearably cute. His mind fogs up, the smoke of your words filling his skull and he wants to drive you as mad as you drive him. Sure, you’ve waited a lot, but so has he. He isn’t going to rush this, not if he has any say in it.

He slides your panties down your thighs underwater inch by inch. It’s even too slow for him; right now he just wants to rip the stupid piece of lace off of you and fuck you and him both stupid in the water, hard and fast. But even more than that, he wants to take his time with you, wants to take you apart piece by piece. And the testy whine it elicits from you makes it all so worth it.

You shift a bit so he can take your underwear completely off and, in a second, it lays abandoned on the sandy ground of the shore. Just knowing you’re now completely naked in front of him, it sends boiling desire flowing through every single vein in his body. He can’t see that part of you yet, the water darkening along with the sky clouding his view beneath the surface, but nightfall can’t do anything about Izuku’s wild imagination. He’s dizzy, feeling himself slowly falling into a half-conscious daze, but you anchor him right where you are, bringing him back to the reality of your arms hooked around his neck.

He rests his hands on your hips, dragging his fingertips down the soft flesh of them. The idea of touching you down there is making his head spin, he can’t wait any longer.

“Can I—”

“Yes, I want your fingers inside me,” you say before driving your lips back against his.

Without further ado, one of them goes straight to your core, making you jump a bit, breaking the kiss just for a second. He runs his index between your folds, feeling hot slick already coming out of you despite the fresh water around. His touch is light, slow, hesitant as it glides up and down, testing the waters. He’s getting a bit further, putting a bit more pressure with every stroke and earning a few pleased sighs from your heavenly mouth.

He expected a sudden reaction as soon as he found your clit, but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the drawn-out moan coming out of your gorgeous lips, wet from his mouth and from your dip earlier. He wants to hear that again, every day for the rest of his life. He drags his thumb over it, again and again, slow at first, but then quicker and quicker, and your voice grows louder with every speed-up of his finger.

Your hands go frantic over him, running up his chest and down his abs in repeated motions that feel a lot like it’s lust driving your limbs much more than your mind. You stopped kissing him at some point, your mouth too busy expressing every ounce of pleasure you felt to focus on such basic motions. Your face is buried in his neck, your hot breath crushing against his skin.

He presses his index inside, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing, trying not to hurt you, that he doesn’t notice the shift of your own hand leaning down until he feels it cupping the painful bulge in his boxers. His eyes go wide with a gasp, and when he looks at you, you already have a playful, but intense, gaze piercing right through him.

“Did you think I was gonna let you play all on your own, Zuku?” Your fingers graze over the soaked fabric, down his entire length and to his balls, throwing gasoline on the fire that’s been consuming him for ages. “Don’t be selfish,” you whisper directly in his ear as your hands slip his underwear down his thighs.

As soon as the piece of cloth gets to join your forgotten panties on the shore, you wrap your pretty hand around him. And when you start stroking, his eyes roll so hard he swears he can see the inside of his skull. It feels better than he ever could have imagined; it’s blistering, astonishing. The only idea his brain can manage to work out right now is that he wants you to feel just as good.

He only notices now that his fingers stopped moving, and they go right back to a steady pace, but it’s a matter of seconds before he drives another finger into you. Soon, you’re both fucking the life out of each other with your hands. You’re sucking and nipping at his ear, and every single moan he draws out of you ends up turning against him, breaking into the defenses he built year after year by your side. He’s simply fucking into your hand now. He can’t help it, you feel so good. He doesn’t even want to think about what it’s going to feel like to fuck into your tight little cunt, he might cum hard just from the thought of it.

The spongy spot he finds inside you feels like he just struck gold. It’s glorious, the sounds you make right now, higher, louder. You’re tightening around his fingers, but it’s okay—you can crush them for all he cares. He wants you to moan higher for him, wants you to keep riding his fingers like your life depends on it.

“Izuku, ah—I’m close, I’m so close, please…”

“I got you, baby. I got you, shit—”

He quickens the pace again, feels like his fingers are gonna fall off his hand the moment he gets them out of you, but fuck, what his princess wants, his princess is gonna get. Your orgasms shatter the both of you to pieces, and in the bliss of his high, he can hear some birds flying away, scared by the harmonious, but probably very loud, song of your combined moans.

While his cum strikes out by ropes into the water, his clouded mind can only think about one thing.

He needs more of you.

You can barely stand on your knees, worn out from cumming the hardest you have in your entire life. You actually have to lean on Izuku so you don’t fall into the water head first like some boneless ragdoll. You just let your forehead rest on his shoulder and count the freckles there, splattered in a fascinating work of abstraction.

But apparently, he has other plans. You’re swiftly lifted up and out of the water, huge scarred hands firmly holding the back of your thighs that immediately come to circle his waist.

“Oh, nice. I don’t mind getting carried around like a baby. Where are we going?”

“Not far,” he says with a little grin, walking out of the water. “Do you think you’ll be able to walk?” His voice holds a sarcastic tone, one you’re not used to hearing out of Izuku’s angel mouth.

“I think I can manage, yeah.”

He drops you to stand on your legs, and immediately goes for his backpack. The sun has just set, its last rays of light filling the pink sky over your heads. You can still easily make out everything around you, and Izuku’s body is no exception.

You’re watching him with a raised eyebrow, letting your shameless gaze follow every curve you couldn’t see underwater. The day he started exercising in high school was the day you knew it was over for you. It was the day you couldn’t deny what you felt anymore, you couldn’t deny your best friend was everything you needed, and everything you wished for. The physical factor was only a—very pleasant— addition to the list of things that made you fall hard for Izuku Midoriya.

Your eyes linger over his impressive figure, staring at the dimples at the small of his back. You always knew they were here, but you never allowed yourself to look at them, to imagine how they would grow repeatedly hollow with every thrust of his hips into you.

He finally digs out what he was looking for: a plaid picnic blanket, because of course he would have one in there. He’s wearing a little victorious smile when he stands and turns around to spread it on a grassy spot that looks a lot more comfortable than the hard ground. He turns back to you but averts his gaze to the side, hardly looking directly at you for more than a second at a time. The heat of his gaze tracing your curves through quick glances pools deep in your core.

“You know you can look, right?” You sure aren’t refraining from doing so after all.

His face reaches its usual redness—hasn’t he learned anything from making you cum like crazy with just his fingers? It’s cute nonetheless; Izuku will never change.

He doesn’t answer your rhetorical question, only gives you a shy command in that tentative, very cute voice of his.

“Could you lay down on this for me?”

You saw this coming, but still, you’re a bit surprised he’s asking you that out loud. You gladly oblige with your legs pressed together, slightly bent. It’s another golden opportunity to tease him a bit:. “This isn’t exactly the right use for this blanket. Aren’t we supposed to eat on this?”

He smiles at the ground while kneeling at your feet.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”

Your sly smile fades away. His tone is a contradictory mix of shyness and determination, so it’s a bit confusing but also unbearably hot—you swear an astounding wave of heat is crashing through your deepest parts, untouched, just from some words and a funny tone. You rub your thighs together before he grabs and parts them to slip himself between them.

He crawls over you and leans down to kiss you, a bit more confident than earlier. His hips are pressing between your legs, where you can feel his hardness best.

He’s rutting more and more against you as the kiss intensifies. You could think it’d be a lot less exciting now that you know he’s going to eat you out, there’d be no suspense. Wrong. The little shit apparently likes to tease you to death, because he left your lips to kiss your face, nip at your neck, suck at your ears. Dragging his devilish hands everywhere, pressing harder each time you get louder. An especially heavy whine makes him buck hard, his mouth back against yours.

“The more impatient you get, the slower it’s gonna be,” he murmurs against your lips, and starts to make his way down to where you want him, kissing every inch of you, clouding your mind with desire. It’s way too much and still not enough; it’s maddening. When he finally reaches down, you’re on the verge of a second orgasm like you hadn’t just come down a few minutes ago.

He’s holding your thighs apart in a firm grip. Just the touch of his fingers burns your skin deliciously, and the look he’s giving you from between your legs...his eyes are clouded, half-lidded, looking at the part of you he’s never gotten to see before. It feels like he’s been looking forever and just a second at the same time.

He finally dips into you, leaving butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs, punctuated by little nips, nuzzling the soft skin. He’s not looking you in the eye anymore, his gaze lingering all over your body—all over except for your face. You can make out a slight blush on his cheeks despite the dimness all around. You know him better than anyone, so you immediately recognize what’s going on in his mind just from the slightest hint in his eyes. He looks like he’s fighting a battle against himself, his shyness against his hunger. And you know who you’re both rooting for.

He finally gives in, and it takes your breath away. A single, slight lick on your clit and you’re gone. And the next ones, more and more intense, more and more hungry, push you further to tumble over your edge. He grunts into your heat, multiple times. Moans like he’s the one squirming under your mouth.

His hands hold a firm grip on your hips, squeezing the flesh and keeping you in place—he doesn’t even give you an inch to move. You can only take and take and take. But you still have the luxury of your free hands, and they rush to bury in the knots of his messy wet curls, your nails dragging, scratching his scalp.

His lips close on your clit and suck just a bit, and before you can refrain, you pull on his hair, hard. He gasps, and the moment you think you hurt him, he breathes his loudest moan, right into you. You’re filled with the vibrations—they spread all over your body, have you throwing your head back, trembling from head to toe.

The louder you are, the hungrier he gets, filling you with his insatiable tongue. You have to look at him right now. And you expected quite a show, but you certainly weren't prepared to see this—him rutting against the ground like an animal. You realize he’s getting off just from your taste, just from eating you out. His hips roll repeatedly, making you salivate just to the thought of those same hips bucking into yours, fucking you into oblivion. And the more he ruts, the louder he gets.

Now if he wants to moan, you’re going to give him a good reason to.

You hint for him to face you with a light tug on his hair. As soon as he’s back up, he dives in to kiss you. You don’t let him. In a second he’s on his back with you seated on his hips.

“What did I say about letting you play on your own, hm?”

The ‘deer caught in headlights’ look is so cute on him. And the rest is a marvel to look at. You’re straddling him and he has no other choice than to let you devour him with your eyes—not that he couldn’t bounce you off of him with just a thrust of his hips, but he already would have if he wanted to. You let your gaze wander mindlessly over him—it’s surreal. There’s no way he’s actually under you, waiting for you to please him back with his mouth and jaw still shining with your juices. It has to be a dream—it’s always been after all.

You shift so you’re straddling his parted thighs. You can finally take a look at him. The whole thing, that is. His cock is resting against his lower stomach, hard and swollen and thick. It’s a pretty, bright pink, shining with pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters just at the sight of it.

He’s looking down at you, his face as flushed as his dick, that usual blush still exquisitely coating his freckles. You take him in your hand, dive in to give a lick to the tip and his head falls back down with a whimper. You let your tongue drag over the whole length on the underside, and your lips close around the tip in a wet smooch. His hips jerk up a bit, startling you.

You finally take him whole in your mouth, and you can feel his whole body tensing under you. You start bobbing up and down, going a bit further each time, earning a series of shameless moans because this boy is loud. You expected him to express himself during sex since he’s such a mumbler—and frankly, it was always one of your biggest fantasies, hearing him come undone because of you, lose any sense of shame and self-restriction when he’s such a anxious person otherwise.

But you could’ve thought about it every night and day and still never be ready for this. It’s sinful. His hand goes to grab your hair just like you did to him, and now you get why he liked it so much. The feel of his nails scratching your scalp is electrifying, soothing and destructive at the same time.

Your tongue hits a precise spot just under the tip and he jerks up again, nearly screams, “Fuck—yes, right there, please—d-do that again!”

And you do, you can only oblige—he asked so nicely. Your lips go up and down, over and over, your tongue grazing this spot with a bit more pressure every single time. You squint over him, and what you find there is a mess. Trying so hard not to buck into your mouth but failing miserably. Sounding like he’s at Heaven’s gate.

“Easy, Zuku. You’re gonna scare the birds away,” you chuckle against him, your lips brushing the tip, dripping with your saliva and pre-cum.

“Do I need to remind you…how loud you were for me earlier?” He’s looking back down at you as he speaks, a tremble in his voice telltale of his approaching climax. “You sounded...so good, baby, I swear...wanna hear you again, wanna make you scream, just for me, fuck—”

You can feel yourself soaking the blanket, can feel the slick trickle down your folds and stain the plaid cotton. Is he aware of what he’s doing? Or is he just saying whatever is going through his chaotic mind? In any case it has you starving. So you let go of his cock and, before he can protest, crawl back to his face and kiss him desperately. Tasting both of your fluids in a mindblowing mix.

You pull back just enough to be able to speak, because you need him to understand you loud and clear when you say: “Please, Izuku, I need you inside me, I’ve waited so long. Please.”

“Okay, okay, fuck—” He cuts himself off, his eyes slightly drooping like a sad puppy. “I-I don’t have any condoms.”

“You mean you probably have pads in there for me but no condoms?” you say with your eyebrows raised, your mocking tone hinting at a teasing remark, far from criticism.

He frowns in confusion. “How do you know I have pads in there?”

“So the legend turns out to be true. After all these years—”

“Shut up, you’re impossible,” he chuckles heatlessly, resting his hands on your back.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assure him with a soft tone.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m on the pill, yeah.”

He rolls his eyes, then clarifies, a hint of hesitation clear in his voice.

“No I mean...you’re sure you wanna do this?” He marks a brief pause, takes a short breath. “With me?”

You don’t even think before answering, it slips your mouth like it’s not even your own words: “I don’t want it with anyone else.”

There’s a silence.

“Fuck, that sounds cheesy,” you scoff, looking away.

“It does, but we’re both cheesy idiots, apparently.”

You look back at him. His smile is so fond, so loving; it melts your heart in the best way.

“I wanna be your cheesy idiot,” you say against his mouth, looking right into his eyes, willing to fall in them.

“You always have been,” he nearly whispers. It fills your stomach with familiar warmth, intense and overwhelming, comforting.

There’s a bittersweet taste in your mouth, one of regret and lost time and God, we’re idiots.

Now it’s about time you make up for it all.

You look down at him, rolling your hips against him, dripping all over his cock, coating him in your juices.

“I think I asked you something, didn’t I?”

A whimper escapes him at the feeling. His hips buck up slightly, hands gripping at your back. When you do it again, you don’t get the chance to see his reaction; you’re on your back again, him towering over you, his thigh between your legs.

He’s looking at you with something in his eyes you don’t recognize, but the tone he speaks with has your entire body quaking.

“And you’re gonna get it, sweetheart.”

He holds himself over his left forearm, his hand thumbing at your cheek while the other strokes the whole length of your thigh. Your noses are brushing, your breaths crashing together. Your hands hold tight to his nape, playing with the short hair mindlessly as you’re waiting to be filled, finally.

You feel the stretch instantly. You try to focus on those mesmerizing emerald gems he calls eyes. They look right through your soul, eating you up and you barely feel the pain. He’s taking it slow, inch by inch, giving you all the time you need, caressing your cheek with a tender stroke of his thumb.

“Relax for me, baby.”

Izuku’s voice is a soothing sound over the incessant chirping of the grasshoppers. It was always one of your favorite things to hear, its every tone another blessing to your ears. It’s loving when he asks if you’re okay, comforting when he whispers sweet nothings to you as you cry on his shoulder, heartening when he’s going on about anything he’s passionate about.

He’s kissing every part of skin he has access to, over your face, your jaw, your neck. You feel yourself relaxing around him, and roll your hips up to give him the hint.

When he starts moving it’s still slow and careful. He doesn’t break eye contact, so you can see his every reaction, and he can see all yours. His hand is still playing with your hair, even as his pace speeds up with every second. The weight of him over you feels amazing, it holds him close against you, countless parts of you both rubbing together: your chests, your stomachs, your thighs. He doesn’t even have a lot of space to move. But getting to touch and get touched by him like this, it's incredible. You always had him so close to you, always right there and still so out of reach.

You still need more; you’re insatiable. You need to see him come undone under you, because of you. You push him to roll on his back, and you end up straddling him, setting the pace yourself. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, taking balance on the hard planes of his abs. He immediately reaches up to grab your hips, guiding you along.

His face tenses up, frowning, his nose wrinkling, his lips parted just to let out a series of breathy sighs. He looks wrecked and dizzy and stunning. He’s keeping his eyes open, fixed up on you, specifically on your breasts, bouncing with your every motion. And you can feel his gaze on your skin just as much as you feel his hands gripping harder at the flesh below your hips.

“Eyes up here, Zuku,” you coo with two fingers pointed at your eyes.

He doesn’t answer, only sits up easily and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You look so amazing, you have no idea what you do to me,” he says with a trembling voice, filled with bliss.

Your heart misses a beat at his words, they fill you with warmth and comfort because he definitely doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing to you. He delves his face into your neck, kissing and nuzzling, his breath coming shorter and shorter, crashing against your skin and his hands running all over you. The sound of his hoarse voice resonates through the forest and through your soul, echoing an enchanting song.

With little effort, he puts you back under him so he can pound into you with full force, and your legs immediately come up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands grab his hair, tugging to see if you get the same reaction as earlier, and it doesn’t miss: he lets out a groan right into your ear, speeding up his pace again.

The sky is dark now, and all you can hear are his moans and yours and the slap of your hips coming together repeatedly. Your head is thrown back when he grabs you by the hair, forcing you to turn your head and face him.

“Look at me. I wanna see you.”

“Izuku, I’m gonna—”

“I know, baby. Let go for me, come on.”

Just the feel of his hand trailing down your stomach awakens something in you, this familiar pressure growing tight in your belly. And when his fingers reach your clit, a couple of strokes are enough to have you screaming his name, tightening around him, and pulling him towards his climax with you. His thrusts come franticly as you milk him dry, clawing desperately at his back, panting in his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you through both your climaxes.

As soon as he comes down, he rolls over on his side, still laying close to you, an arm thrown over you. You both take a minute to catch your breaths and, weirdly enough, you don’t hear anything aside from your panting. You really must have scared the birds away. Izuku breaks the silence first.

“Do you wanna...sleep at my place?”

He’s looking over at you and, despite the sky getting dark, you can easily imagine the blush coating his cheeks right now, like he didn’t make you scream his name, drunk on his cock two minutes ago.

You can’t repress your fond smile at his proposition.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You take a minute to gather your clothes from all over the place and get dressed, then grab your bag to tug it over your shoulder.

“You got everything?”

Izuku is waiting for you just outside the trees. You take a quick look around, making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and turn around without a second look at the place.

Because although it was your first time setting foot here, it definitely won’t be the last; you will come back here with Izuku every chance you get, making it your shared secret, your own little wonderland.

You gladly take the hand he’s offering, making him blush a little harder, and you head straight back into the forest together.

You walk side by side as a comfortable silence settles, only disturbed by the grasshoppers’ incessant, boisterous chirping. The sky is utterly dark now, you can make out a few stars shining above the dense trees. You walk at a steady pace, but Izuku is going a bit faster with every step. Soon enough, he’s walking a bit ahead of you, still holding your hand. Another golden occasion to tease his eagerness.

“Are we in a hurry, Zuku?”

In the dark of the night, you struggle to make out the look on his face as he turns around to look at you. A second later, he’s running, and with your hand firmly held in his, you can’t do much but try to follow along. You giggle as you run, and it quickly grows into a belly-deep laughter. He’s fast, doesn’t get tired, but you follow him anyway, probably as eager as he is. You have to zig-zag so you don’t run straight into the massive trees standing in your way.

You get to the car in no time, but you’re both out of breath when you finally get in your respective seats, ready to go home.

Izuku doesn’t even wait to catch his breath before he starts the car, the engine roaring loudly in the silence of the night, probably scaring the birds away for the upteenth time that night. You catch his happy grin in the headlights glow before he heads back into the road.

You have a feeling the night is not over; you’ve only got twenty years to make up for after all.

#bnha smut #deku smut #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya smut #mha smut #there it is omg it's long af #weasel writes

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ryleigh-jae · 4 years

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How They React To You Smelling Them In Your Amortentia

Harry Potter Characters x Reader

Here’s a quick writing I threw together for y’all! I know I didn’t add that many characters, but I plan on adding more as time goes on. I have to work today and it has me on a time crunch with how much I can write for this one. Either way,,,,,I hope you like it and I hope all of you are having a fantastic day. Make sure to leave any requests if you have them! <3

-(y/h) stands for “your house” and (y/l/n) stands for “your last name” :)

Draco~

“So tell me, (Y/N)! What do you smell?” Hermione looked at her friend, voice filled with excitement.

The (y/h) girl took in a deep breath, her lips curling into a sweet smile, “Expensive cologne, leather shoes, peppermint...and green apples.”

Realization hit (Y/N), knowing that it was the platinum haired boy she was smelling in her amortentia. Letting out a soft breath, her eyes glanced up from the cauldron that sat bubbling in front of her. Hoping he hadn’t heard her, she looked towards none other than Draco Malfoy, who was in fact staring at her. To her surprise, his lips were slightly tugged up in a slight smile as their eyes met. That was odd because nobody had ever seen Draco smile that way before.

Just after sending Draco a small smile back, (Y/N) turned to Hermione, listening to what she was smelling. When Hermione disappeared to grab a notebook to record the results, a small origami dove landed on the desk in front of (Y/N). Her fingers slowly opened it up, eyes scanning over the writing.

Meet me in the clocktower tonight after dinner. ~Draco

Snape~

Being Professor Snape’s assistant was easily the best part of coming back to Hogwarts. He had been her favorite Professor all seven years at the school and being able to come back to work with him meant the word to her. Opening the potions book, (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the formula for the assigned potion of the day. Snape was in his potions room, rummaging around for something which meant that (Y/N) was in charge of making the example potion for the students to see when they entered.

After adding the final piece to the bubbling cauldron, she closed the potions book and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Not noticing that Severus had rejoined her, she inhaled deeply, taking in each of the aromas that filled her nose.

“Whiskey, old parchment, herbs, and pine wood..” She listed off softly to herself, the man’s presence still unknown.

The raven haired man’s lips twitched up in the slightest, his eyes locked on her. Not to mention that the room seemed to fill with the scent of her perfume.

“(Y/N), how much perfume did you put on this morning? Seems rather strong.” His voice spoke up, half startling the girl.

She turned around, their eyes meeting as they shared a knowing look with one another, (Y/N)’s heart swelling with joy at his remark.

Harry~

“And...Done!” (Y/N) smiled, glancing between Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

The three gave a teasing, playful applause to their friend as she stirred the mixture in the cauldron. The assignment was to create the amortentia potion and record your results. (Y/N) watched quietly as each friend took a turn smelling the potion, Harry deciding that he wanted to go last. Of course Ron could smell all the things that made up Hermione and vice versa. When her turn came around, (Y/N) inhaled slowly, listing each scent as it came to her.

“Broomsticks..Honeysuckle..and fresh laundered robes.” She looked up at her friends, Ron and Hermione smirking at one another before staring between Harry and (Y/N).

Their reaction told the whole story, causing the girl to shyly look over at the Potter boy, seeing the cute little grin he was sporting. To make her feel more secure, Harry took in a big whiff of the potion, listing off all the scents that made up the sweet girl. This caused Harry to reach under the table, slipping his hand into (Y/N)’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Harry and (Y/N) snogging in a tree!” Ron teased the two, causing the friend group to burst into a fit of laughter.

Cedric~

Sitting next to Cedric, (Y/N) sniffed the air, glancing over to her long time crush. She raised a brow and laughed slightly, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. Cedric glanced over and gave her a confused smile, confused as to what she was on about.

“How much cologne did you put on today, Diggory? Bathing in that stuff isn’t gonna get ya the ladies.” She teased, playfully nudging the Hufflepuff’s shoulder.

Cedric raised a brow as he sniffed his shirt, shrugging slightly, “I don’t think I even put any on today, if I’m being completely honest with you, (Y/N). Now you on the other hand. Did you use a whole bottle of perfume this morning?”

Just as she was about to speak up again, Hermione who was passing by, paused to give the two of them a look. A small giggle passed the brunette girl’s lips as she looked between the two of them, shaking her head in disbelief. Placing her potions book down, she pointed to the potion they had all made.

“Amortentia…” (Y/N) and Cedric spoke simultaneously, cheeks flushing red as they dared not to look at one another.

Cedric was the first to speak again after a few moments, throwing his arm around her shoulders, “Good to know that the feelings are mutual, (Y/L/N).”

Tom~

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat, staring Tom down from the other side of the room. Oh how she despised him for being so perfect. Today was the day they were making amortentia in potions class and she was curious as to what she would smell. Just as her good friend Neville finished off the potion, he offered her the first smell, which she gladly took.

“What’s it smell like, (Y/L/N)? Me?” Tom cockily teased the girl, knowing deep down that he had smelled her perfume in his.

The (y/h) girl refused to look at him, her blush would tell him everything that he needed to know. Instead, she excused herself from class, heading down the hall towards the bathroom. Footsteps gained on her faster than she could note them, hoping that it wasn’t anyone following after her.

“(Y/N) wait up!” Tom’s voice called out, his hand gently holding onto her arm when he finally caught up to her, “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

Even though she knew it was a bad idea, the girl nodded, “Morning dew, the Dark Forest, and cinnamon candy.”

A grin spread across Tom’s face as he stared the girl down, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, “Do me a favor and read this after class,” the boy slipped a note into her hand before heading back to the class, glancing back to shoot her a grin once.

Ron~

“C’mon (Y/N). Why won’t you just tell me what it smells like?” Ron begged, following the girl down the hall.

He had been begging for days now and her silence on it only drove her crazy. She knew Hermione liked Ron and she couldn’t do that to her friend. But she also knew how persistent her redheaded friend was and how he wouldn't stop until he got it out of her. (Y/N) stopped just before entering the Great Hall for dinner, turning to look at Ron.

“Fresh cut grass, bonfires, and oak wood.” (Y/N) blurted out, her face going red when she saw his face light up with a bright grin.

Ron pulled his friend into a hug, squeezing her to his chest. She hesitated for a moment before melting into his arms, knowing he was genuine with his reaction. Her eyes fluttered closed for a quick moment, hearing Ron let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for telling me. Your perfume has been burning in my nose since the other day.” He laughed softly, burying his face in her shoulder.

(Y/N) let out a breathy giggle, her hands gripping onto Ron, enjoying the tight hug, “Your persistence really pays off, now doesn’t it.”

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yhwhsdaughter · 3 years

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pairing: trevor belmont x fem reader

content: forced vampirism, monster slaying, main character death, pining, angst, mention of animal death, usage of the word ‘assault’ to refer vampires feeding on reader

- this was meant as platonic soulmates but it can be seen as romantic too

“It hurts…”

Feet dragging across the rocky ground, you heard screeches of pain from behind, though they soon diminished. You could only focus on the pulsing sensation at the side of your neck; it was like fire rushing through your veins.

Preoccupied with your agony, Belmont was able to sneak up. He raised his whip, ready to kill off the last of the creatures when you suddenly turned, and with glossy eyes you said, “Help me…”

The whip managed to leave a thin horizontal line across your cheek as he pulled back, causing blood to drip out slowly. Now illuminated by the moon, Belmont saw the damage on you. Skin exposed by the ripped clothes showed multiple bite marks. Blood stained the corner of your lips.

She’s been infected..

Belmont didn’t see a monster but a scared woman who’d just been assaulted by vampires. He knew what she’d turn into, but he couldn’t kill her… not when she looked at him like this. Sunrise was approaching so he had to act fast.

Draping his cloak onto your form, Belmont proceeded to carry you into the nearest building, which so happened to be where the carnage had occurred. Upon recognizing the place, you began to panic, shaking and looking at him with distrust. “You’re safe. I killed every last of those bloodsuckers.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, in that shitty stinking room. Eventually tiredness overcame your senses; Belmont felt weight settle on his shoulder. He wonder how a vampire could look so innocent whilst sleeping.

“Hungry…”

You felt parched; it felt like your throat had dried up, barely able to utter a word.

“I know.”

A rabbit was placed in front of you. Blinking at it, you directed a confused glance at the man. “I’m—this is.. for me?” He nodded. Taking the animal with traces of disgust, you raised it to your mouth. Blood gushed into your mouth; feeding made a horrible slurping that would certainly haunt you but there was relief amongst those troubling feelings.

You gulped every last drop, draining the poor creature of its life. Still, your hunger and thirst weren’t satiated. Biting your lip, you pondered on the next move. Because this man had saved you, daring to kill him or even feed off him seemed… rude. Not to mention, he seemed way stronger than you in terms of experience. Prior to this, you were a regular citizen. Maybe you could run away?

“Here.”

Trevor could see your turmoil. Most vampires needed to drain at least one human every time they fed—if they were being generous. They could survive weeks without blood but it made them weaker. Besides, it was older vampires who had this kind of self control. Newborns tended to be more unstable.

“Just take it before I change my mind.”

You did as told, though you were still unsure. Hesitating, you licked your lips before nearing towards the vein on his wrist.

Trevor let out a grunt when your fangs pierced him. Although you tried to be gentle, it was an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. As he became lightheaded and you full, the mouth that was attached to his wrist removed itself with a ‘pop’.

After making sure he was alright, you asked for his name. “Trevor. Trevor Belmont.”

“Oh..”

“……”

“Oh! I’m (Name) (Surname).”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

“It’s dangerous.”

“I still-still want to go!”

The last remnants of sun were gone. Ever since your first encounter with the rugged monster hunter, you refused to part from him, following the latter like a lost puppy.

“I’m not much of a fighter.. b-but watch this!”

On cue, you punched the nearest tree, cracking it and making a sizable hole. You looked back proudly towards Trevor; except when you tried to pull your hand out, you were having difficulty.

“Ah. It’s stuck.”

Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle, walking away, clearly amused with your display of power. You pulled harder, “Hold on! Don’t leave me alone! It’s scary..” you muttered the last part while chasing after him. Despite being a creature of the night, the world and its evils still frightened you.

At the sound of a branch snapping, you yelped, grabbing a piece of Trevor’s cloak for security.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Belmont when you punched a head clean off, practically decapitating one of the attackers. He might have been seriously injured if you had not intervened.

“Trevor.”

Gazing at you under the moonlight, he saw the hunger in your eyes as you held a man whom was still alive but struggling. His neck was exposed. Even so, you waited.

The Belmont turned away, giving you privacy to feed.

He knew that by allowing you to live, you would continue to take blood from others. Normally he wouldn’t feel soft towards a monster but whenever he thought of you, it was different.

His guilt was lessened when you drank from scum. Before putting the lives of innocents in danger, he would offer his own.

“Are you done?”

The corpse of the man was dropped unceremoniously as you joined Trevor, a light skip to your step.

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Despite adopting a nighttime lifestyle, Trevor was still human and had to conduct business during daylight hours.

He’d left your lodgings, which was an abandoned cottage, for a while. Nobody really passed through there anyway, so he thought you were safe. Worst came to worse, you could handle yourself. But as your self proclaimed protector, Trevor felt uneasy leaving you alone.

Maybe he should’ve listened to his gut because when he arrived, the door was wide open with dirty footprints leading in all the way to your coffin.

Two men had opened it—staring at the peaceful expression on your face, unaware that they were here to end you. To them it was obvious what you were. Even with that frilly white dress that made you look somewhat angelic, they couldn’t be fooled. As they raised their weapons to strike, Trevor used his whip. His sudden entrance startled them but it gave you the chance to wake up.

Eyes snapping open, you jumped onto the other man, taking both of you to the ground. His screams echoed shortly as you tore into his throat. The remaining one had no chance; Trevor left the room, closing the door on his way out, killing the light that entered and cutting off the way to escape.

Left alone with your prey, a smile crept up your face.

When you opened the door again, the dress which decorated your body was now stained red. There was hardly a clean piece on the material. Even so, you greeted Trevor with a hug.

“Trevor..”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“M-me too..”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Forty years passed in the blink of an eye.

“You should retire.”

“Belmonts don’t retire. The only rest they get is when they’re dead.”

“Well I don’t want you to die.”

“I have to, someday.”

“No you don’t.”

It’s been like this for the past few years; Trevor was sixty now. His body didn’t look that of an aging man, but the expression on his face did. He’d seen too much and as time passed, it was harder to fight monsters by himself.

Of course you’d noticed that and suggested turning him. It was an ongoing discussion; Trevor didn’t fancy the idea of living an eternal life but the thought of leaving this earth without you was disheartening. He didn’t say it but the situation tore him apart.

There was also the fact that he was too old for you; forty years to be exact. You’d maintained your youth, looking lovely as ever. His doubts were shot down when you immediately said that you didn’t care about that.

“I just want you.”

He always kept pushing the conversation away and you were patient. Trevor supposed that you could’ve taken him by force if you wanted and when he inquired, you told him it would be like violating him, robbing him of the choice you were never given.

As understanding as you were; the time would come for him to decide and confront you about it.

That time was now.

He should have been more careful, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Trevor watched as the sun slowly descended. Would you make it here before he passed? Would he die without seeing you one last time?

When you woke night had already fallen. Trevor wasn’t home; he’d been late plenty of times before but this occasion felt different.

Upon stepping outside, the smell of blood hit you. It reeked, staining the very air. You immediately recognized the source—how could you not? You’d fed from Trevor countless times.

Rushing in that direction, you prayed to whatever entity was listening to keep Trevor safe. The world and its gods could condemn you, but not him.

Not him.

You found him sprawled on a big rock, a creature hovering over his crumpled figure. Without thinking, you tore it to pieces. Blood rained as his mangled body flew to various parts of the forest.

“Trevor!!!”

He let out a groan, which would’ve made you sigh in relief but his visible injuries proved otherwise. You were no doctor and even if you could carry him into town, it would be too late. There was no other option. If you didn’t do anything, you might lose him.

“Trevor. Let me do it.”

Still conscious enough to reply, “I don’t want to become—”

“A monster?”

“I cannot become what I sought to destroy..”

Tears escaped your eyes, blurring the image of the person whom you treasure most. “Please.. please please please..! Don’t leave me alone!”

You begged, knowing it was unfair to pressure him in such way but you couldn’t bare the thought of existing if he wasn’t present. He was your salvation, your companion…your world. And yet, he was being robbed from you.

So soon… It’s too soon!

You always imagined Trevor living well into old age, spending the remainder of his life with you, being happy. He was destined to die peacefully, not like this. Not in this shitty place, by the hands of a shitty monster!

“I can’t. I’m sorry..”

Grabbing his hands, you lowered your forehead on them, crying your heart out. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

“Kiss me.”

Despite the pain that he was in, Trevor found it in himself to smile. For you. “Kiss me one last time.” Tears dropped slowly as you heard him. Shaking your head; you couldn’t kill him.

“I want it to be you..”

His words struck a chord.

Lifting him by the neck in a gentle manner, you pushed the collar of his shirt aside, exposing his carotid. As you bit into his familiar skin once more, your other hand caressed him, trying to make this goodbye as painless as possible.

With every sip you took, tears fell down.

I love you! I love you! I love you!

His warm hand turned cold.

You held him in your arms like he once did to you, with the outmost care, with the love he deserved.

Since Trevor didn’t say where he wanted his body to be buried, you chose the nicest spot. It was a secluded place where it wouldn’t be dug up by animals or people—but not so hidden either.

Whilst cleaning the blood that covered his body and face, you found a piece of cloth with writing on it. Staring at it, you recognized the Belmont insignia. Turning the material, you managed to read the words…

Take this. Go to Alucard.

Trevor must’ve written that in his final moments; probably in case he didn’t make it before you arrived. The letters were sloppy because of the blood but you could read it well.

Clutching it to your chest, you sobbed until the light of day began to burn. For a moment you wished to stay there and disappear. Perhaps you could join Trevor.

Together even in death..

─── ☾☼☽ ───

The journey was rather long.

Looming in all its glory, Castle Dracula. You looked at the last piece of your beloved, holding it tighter in your hand.

“Okay. Let’s meet this Alucard.”

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