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syddsatyrn · 2 months

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Omg your requests are open. I've seen some of your work and it's amazing❤️

Can you do a smut with Lucifer. He's become my new obsession.

⛧Idle Time is the Devil's Play⛧ By Sydd Satyrn

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Shameless smut, fingering, swearing, fluff

⛧Words: 2.5k

⛧Notes: This was actually rather fun to write, thank you for the request! My head canon in this one is that Lucifer wears reading glasses.

The day started out on the wrong foot from the second you woke up. The dishes are piled up, laundry needs to be done, and how is there so much dust in here?! Nifty does her best to keep up but she's only one tiny person. You begin with the dishes, stack and stacks of plates and bowls, cups and flatware cover the counter. You let out a sigh of disappointment. After working for a short while, Angel Dust walks in with a surprised look on his face. “I thought you were dating the King of Hell, why are you wasting your time with chores?” The tall spider asks, holding a stack of dishes from his room. “Angel, I work here. I don't know how many times I have to tell you…” You reply with an eye roll. “Yeah, yeah, Charlie’s dreams, blah, blah, motherly nonsense. I’m just sayin’ you could totally slack off and get away with it.” He says, placing more dishes on the counter. You give him a side eye, and Angel laughs. “Chill out toots, I’m just playin’.” He says and heads back to his room. He’s right, you could slack off if you wanted to, but you felt the need to try for Charlie. You and Lucifer have been dating for a little over 6 months and within that time you’ve become rather fond of his sweet daughter and her dreams to rehabilitate sinners. So you took on a role at the hotel and did what you could to help make it possible. You wanted to impress Lucifer's daughter, maybe one day she might even see you as family, if you’re lucky. You finally finish the dishes and take a step back and admire your handiwork. A clean sink, and counters, all the dirty dishes are now washed, dried and put away. It took a good chunk of the morning but it was worth it. The kitchen looks spotless and you decide to move onto the next chore. You tidied a few empty rooms and then delivered clean towels to each room with an occupant. You’re already running out of energy and it's only noon. “You look like you could use some coffee.” Husk says from behind the bar while wiping down the countertops. “You read my mind, Husker.” You say and take a seat at the bar. He pours you a cup of black coffee and sets it in front of you. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I need this.” “Don’t mention it” He says and returns to his countertops. Husk may seem grumpy all the time but you’ve come to know him as a rather genuine and helpful person.

You drink your coffee slowly and contemplate what you should do next. There are so many chores that need to be done, where should you even start? Nifty should be cleaning the bathrooms or taking out the trash by now. You decide to start dusting next, it shouldn't be too hard.

After dusting the common areas, you begin on the hallways. You start at the top floor and work your way down. You hum quietly to yourself while wiping the window sills. As you turn a corner, you run into Angel Dust, and spill dusting spray all over his jacket. “Shit!” He says while wiping his jacked off with his hand, Angel looks frantic and upset, you’ve never seen him so scared. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” You immediately apologize. “Y/N, I can't find Fat Nuggets anywhere! I took my eyes off of him for one second and he disappeared! My poor baby!” Angel says, clearly in a state. He looks like he might even cry. It’s gonna be okay, we just…need to split up! I’ll head downstairs and you stay up here.”You say, trying to remain calm. Angel nods, and you both go your separate ways.

You search all the rooms on the first and second floor, the lobby, the bar, and even the basement. There is no sign of the little pig. You were sure you would find him rooting around somewhere in the kitchen but still, no Fat Nuggets. You notice the back door is slightly ajar, you definitely didn’t use that door when you were down here earlier. You open it, expecting to have solved the mystery, but still nothing. You lean against the wall and let out a defeated sigh. “Dammit, Fat Nuggets, where are you?” You say out loud. Suddenly there is a rustlin noise inside a tipped over trash can. You lift the lid and inside is a very happy looking little pig. You scoop him up and give him a big hug, he must have gottens stuck out there looking for a snack. As you carry Fat Nuggets upstairs you hear a shriek of joy coming from Angel Dust. “My baby!” He cries as you hand him over. “Don't you ever leave my side again!” He says, baby talking to the little pig while giving him a snuggle. “I owe you one, Y/N.” Angel says with a smile. “Dont worry about it, I’m just happy we found the little guy.” You gently boop the little pig’s nose. —------------ As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, a sense of tranquility settled over the hotel. The warm glow of the fading sunlight painted the walls in soft, golden hues made the place feel somewhat serene. Finding Fat Nuggets took up the rest of your afternoon and you were feeling unusually exhausted.

You head down to the lobby and see Nifty cleaning up the last of the dusting you did earlier.

She greets you as usual. “Good Evening, Miss Y/N! How was your day?” She pauses her cleaning and stares up at you with her single cyclops eye. “I am so worn out, Nifty. How are you?” You return, smiling down at her tiny figure.

“I’m okay. There aren't as many bugs in the hotel to squish anymore so I’m getting pretty bored.” You smile at her, Not entirely sure how to respond to that statement. She always says the wildest stuff, but you’re used to it. Alastor says she's always been pretty quirky. “You should go spend time with your boyfriend.” Nifty teases,”I’ll deal with the rest of the chores.” “Thank you, I could really use a break. Today was a mess.” You say with a sigh of relief. After walking down the long, lavish hallway to Lucifer's room. You open the door slowly, you don't want to wake him if he is asleep. The King is already in bed wearing nothing but a robe and his reading glasses. The lamp next on the bedside table is the only source of light in the room. The blonde haired man is reading a book and glances over at you when he hears you come in. “I was wondering when you’d be here.” He says with a smile on his face. He closes his book and sets it on the nightstand along with his gold rimmed glasses. “Sorry I’m late, I’ve had a really long day.” You admit as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Oh? What did you get up to today?” He asks and crawls toward you. “There was a lot to do around the hotel today, a mountain of dishes and so much cleaning. Like seriously, where does all this dust come from?! Then Angel lost Fat Nuggets and he was outside…” You ramble on and Lucifer listens intently. “Fat Nuggets?” Lucifer chuckles and cocks his head to the side. “His pet pig.” You remind him. “Oh, I see…” Lucifer places his hand on your cheek. His warm touch sends shivers down your spine. He pulls your face closer and kisses your lips gently. Your heart flutters and you kiss him back, blushing slightly.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now.” Lucifer laughs, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. “Sounds like you need some time off. I notice you do a lot around here, you shouldn’t wear yourself out like that.” “I just want to show Charlie that I support her dream and believe in her.” Your words make Lucifer’s heart swell, the fact that you are trying so hard to impress his daughter is quite possibly the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He smiles at you, his expression full of love and admiration. You return his smile, your face bright red. He pulls you in for a tight hug, burying his face into your hair. “You’re doing just fine, my love. You can let up a little.” He whispers in your ear, “You should let me take care of you for a couple days.” Lucifer's voice is sticky sweet, you can see why Eve was so easily swayed. You melt into his arms and he kisses the top of your head. “I know exactly what you need…” Lucifer days, his voice laced with a mischievous tone. “Do you…?” You ask and giggle at his bold statement. He reluctantly lets go of you and takes off to the bathroom connected to his room. You can hear him turn on the faucet to fill up the tub. Lucifer walks out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he grabs your hand and pulls you close, his eyes half lidded. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Come with me, my dear.” He leads you to the bathroom, the tub is filled about half way with warm water. The room is filling with steam and the lights are low, a few candles are lit. The ambiance is warm and charming just like he is. Your eyes widen and you feel Lucifer hands tug at your clothes, silently telling you to take them off. Your face feels hot as you start to remove your clothing, piece by piece. You leave them in a pile on the floor, trying your best to keep your composure. “I have to admit I wasn’t expecting this…” You say, Lucifer smirks, pleased with himself and your reactions. He removes his robe, revealing his perfect body. He steps into the tub and turns to you.

"Well, are you coming or not?" He teases, you take his hand and slowly get in the tub with him. He sits behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you just a bit closer. Together, you both leaned back against the edge of the tub, letting the warmth of the water soothe your weary muscles. The stress of the day melted away, you could feel your muscles relax, you lean the back of your head on his shoulder, breathing him in.

"See? Isn't this much better?" Lucifer purrs in your ear.

You nod and let your eyes close. You can feel him kiss your temple and you can't help but smile. “I definitely needed this…”You murmured, Lucifer's hands begin to roam your body, his hands trace down your arms.

"You have the most beautiful skin...I can't help but touch it." He whispers and kisses your neck, you sigh softly. "And you always smell like vanilla, I adore that..."

“You flatter me, Lucifer.” You reply. He kisses the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands begin to massage your shoulders, "Are you cold?" He asks, noticing the goosebumps forming on your skin. With gentle hands, his fingertips traced delicate patterns along the contours of your skin. In the hushed ambiance, time seemed to slow, as if caught in the embrace of the moment. “No, I’m fine.” You assure him.” You’re just really good with your hands.” “Is that so?” Lucifer says with a playful tone. He can barely contain himself, the way your body responds to his touch is fascinating to him. Lucifer's hands travel lower down your torso and gently cup your breasts. You hum softly and push your body closer to his.

"My, you're a needy one tonight, aren't you?" He chuckles and runs his thumbs over your nipples. "I think I know exactly how to help you." His hands travel lower and lower until they reach your core. Your breath hitches and your face turns a bright shade of red and Lucifer notices. "Is that okay, my love?" He asks, making sure he's not overstepping his bounds.

"Y-yes, it's more than okay.”

Lucifer's fingers explore your folds, teasing and prodding. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of your body. You gasp as he enters a finger into you. You moan softly and your back slightly arches. "That's it, my love, just let go, let me take care of you." The King’s tone is lustful and alluring. Lucifer adds a second finger and starts thrusting in and out, his thumb rubs your clit. He moves his fingers faster and harder. “Luci…fuck…” You swear followed by another moan, the pleasure is overwhelming. You can feel him smile against your skin, his hand working wonders between your thighs. You bite your lip and whimper, gripping the edge of the tub. Lucifer bites the tip of your ear and quickens his pace. “That’s it my dear, are you gonna cum for me?” Lucifer groans and pushes his fingers deeper inside you. You let out a whimper, a feeling of warmth growing deep within your core. Between the steam from the bathtub and all the stimulation you start to feel a little dizzy. Lucifer groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck. He focuses back on your clit, his middle finger massaging little circles, picking up speed with each second that passes. You can't stop the moans from escaping your mouth, the pleasure is too much. You can't hold back any longer and your body is rocked with wave after wave of pleasure. Lucifer's fingers move slower, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your face is bright red. Lucifer pulls his fingers out and wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.

"Are you alright?" He asks, kissing your neck. You nod and completely relax into Lucifer's body. You lay in the bathtub together, his fingers caress your arm, he presses another kiss to your temple.

"I think it's time you got some rest." He says, barely above a whisper. You both get out of the tub and Lucifer wraps a towel around you.

"You're absolutely perfect." He says with a grin and kisses your nose. You smile at him, continue to dry off and wrap your hair in a towel. Lucifer loans you a pair of his silk pajamas, they are just slightly too big for you. But all that does is add to how comfortable they are. You lay in bed next to him, the covers pulled over your shoulders. He pulls you close and runs his fingers through your hair.

"So, tomorrow you will do no chores, no errands, just relax and take it easy.” He says, with a slightly demanding tone. You lay your head down on his bare chest and he picks up his book. “Yes sir…no chores…” You murmured against his skin. “He chuckles, "Good girl. That's what I like to hear.” He praises while putting his glasses back on. You're exhausted from the day and can barely keep your eyes open. Before long, you fall asleep in the arms of your love, ready for a trouble free day tomorrow.

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wlwloverwrites · 4 months

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rushed anal w nat 🥴

Warnings: semi-public sex, anal, strap-on, light choking, smut (18+)

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Hand in hand, you follow as Natasha leads the way to the bathroom. She pushes through the sweaty bodies and dodges potential spills from the reds cups dancing along others. Your eyes land on her swaying hips, taking in the outfit you pick out for her. Dark black jeans, strapless top — in which took some convincing which resulted in a sore jaw — and the leather jacket Natasha insisted she’d wear so she could offer it to you the second you stepped outside and complained it’s too cold.

The music is blasting, almost echoing down the halls. Colorful lights fill the room, reflecting off the disco balls hanging from the ceiling while the music vibrates off the walls. After walking down the mile long hallway, Natasha pulls you into an empty bathroom. The bathroom is big enough to pass as a bedroom, but you stopped questioning Tony’s money spending habits.

Nothing to worry about, at least not when Natasha’s lips find yours.

The kiss is messy and wet. Her tongue pushes past your lips and finds its way in your mouth. Her surprisingly warm hands find your neck, fingers dig into the back of your neck as her thumb strokes your cheek. Pulling away she spins youso you’re facing the mirror. Your hands hold your weight as she pushes her body against your backside. Her arms trap you between the counter and her body. That’s when you feel it.

This wasn’t going to be your average bathroom fuck.

Natasha wanted to play.

“Here?”

“What better way to end the year, baby?”

Her words light a fire in you and who are you to complain? Natasha’s hand finds its home between your thighs, pulling aside your red lace panties and slipping through your already soaked folds. She is quick to bury two fingers inside you and even quicker to curl them. You swear your knees are going to give out.

“Natty, I have-” You cut yourself off with a whiney moan.

“What is it baby?” She smirks, cooled and composed.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Natasha hums in your ear and smiles when you push yourself against her hips. At this point it’s just muscle memory. Your hands find the end of your dress, they don’t have to stretch given this black mini short had to be the shortest dress you’ve wore all year. You hike up the dress over your hips, giving Natasha view of the red lace she currently felt rubbing against the back of her hand with each thrust.

“You’re so beautiful. I could just worship you.”

“That’s not the surprise, silly.”

Natasha raise her eyebrows, even more so when you pull her hand out from your panties. Making eye contact through the mirror, you bring her dripping fingers to your lips and suck. Your eyes almost flutter close when you hear Natasha groan behind you.

“Take them off and have a look.”

Confused, but determined Natasha does exactly what you say, only after you’ve spread your legs open and bent over the sink counter. Natasha’s fingers hook onto your thong and tug them down. Just as you expected you hear a breathy curse in her native tongue. Her hands grab a handful of your ass as she groans. A red jewel sitting above your glistening pussy is staring back at her green eyes.

“Fuck me, Natty.” Working your muscles to push the thick plug out as much as you can before your muscles give out and it slips back in its place inside you. “In my ass.”

The plug was a gag joke Wanda had gifted you. Its size of it made you clench when you first unwrapped it, but you knew you had to work up to its size and that’s exactly what you did and how you found yourself begging to be fucked in the ass on new year’s eve, 10 mins til midnight.

“Alright, baby. I’ll fuck you.”

She works quickly but carefully, turning your head so your lips could meet. It’s an awkward angle with a slight strain in your neck but it’s worth it. One hand between your legs rubbing your clit as the other works on pulling the plug til your muscles stretch on its widest part then pushing it back in.

How you’re still standing should be someone’s PhD thesis.

It’s all a blur, one second your letting out moans as she curls her fingers inside you once more and the other you feel her pushing in the tip of strap she had been hiding from you all night.

“Relax baby. Almost there.”

Groaning when her hips are finally pressed against yours. The stretch is delicious and has you seeing stars. You had been craving this.

The redhead whispers sweet things in your ear, but they hardly stick. Your brain is working overtime just try not to come while you try your best to welcome the stretch of your ass. Her fingers never leave your clit and it makes it hard to stay quiet. Almost like you’re playing a game on whether you can be louder the music playing outside.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I needd to usee the bathroom, pleasuh.” A slurred voiced says behind the bathroom door.

You gasp loudly, but Natasha’s hand covers your mouth.

“Come baby you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

Her thrusts become quicker as the pressure in your lower belly gets harder and harder to ignore. Your hands are pressed against the mirror and that’s when you see her.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

Another knock.

“My dream girl.”

Her pushes you to your limit and before you know it there’s a loud countdown.

“Five!”

Her fingers find themselves curled inside you once more. The feeling of both your holes being filled has you weak.

“Four!”

Another finger added and her hips speed up.

“Three.”

The hand covering your mouth travels south and wraps around your throat.

“Two!”

A small squeeze with a whisper of ‘I love you’.

“One!”

You come as your legs shake and fingers drag against the once spotless mirror. You feel yourself leak onto the fingers still curling inside you. Whining when your ass feels a bit sore when Natasha pulls out.

“Happy new year, baby.”

You barely process anything. Natasha however is quick to recover as she washes her hands, pulls your dress down and stuffs your panties in her back pocket. Her hands wrap around your waist and tug you upright. You hum in response as you let her walk you out of the bathroom. Your ears are met with even louder music and happy cheers from everyone. There’s confetti in the air and fireworks in the sky.

“Happy new year, Natty.”

This was supposed to be short, and posted before new years, but it came out a little longer than expected. Happy New Year! Don’t forget to reblog and comment, let me know what you think!

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moonstruckme · 5 months

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Would you be willing to do a bodyguard!Sirius fic where they’re both pining and there’s so much cute banter but then something real goes down and Sirius goes into full guard dog protective mode, soft with reader and aggressive to anyone else??????

Thanks love!

cw: violence

bodyguard!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” you say, trying again to steal the handles of your shopping bags from Sirius’ grasp. He holds them away from you, the wind of a passing car barely moving the bags with all the clothes weighing them down.

“Careful, or I’ll accidentally drop them in the street,” he teases, bringing the bags back to his side. He’s carrying three in one hand, the other kept free as a precaution. “And you’re not actually that difficult to persuade, dollface. You know a reasonable argument when you hear it.”

You scoff. “How is ‘buy six of the same top’ a reasonable argument?”

“Because it looks good on you, and they had it in six colors. Easy.”

“But red? I look awful in red.”

“You don’t look awful, ever.” Sirius makes a derisive sound. “You’re just not used to seeing yourself in red. You look good in every color.”

You roll your eyes, about to retort when a shout rings out behind you. You turn, Sirius placing a protective hand on your arm, but it does nothing to stop the momentum of the figure running at you.

The air is knocked out of you as a masked man barrels into your middle, barely slowing as he throws you over his shoulder.

Sirius yells, and you look up to see he’s dropped the bags and is wrestling a knife away from his neck—your heart lurches—twisting the wrist of another man until he drops it.

A third is running behind you. They’re all wearing ski masks. The one you can see barely has the holes over his eyes, like he’d pulled it on hastily before running at you.

He reaches up to press a cloth to your mouth. Your arms are pinned by the hold of the man carrying you, but you kick and buck for all you’re worth, thrashing your head about until the guy behind you gives up and lowers the cloth.

You suck in air to scream, and something crashes into you from the side. Your face smashes into the ground. You twist onto your side as quickly as you can, hands up to ward off the new threat, but this new person isn’t masked. The third man, the one who’d put the cloth to your mouth, hesitates less than a second before taking off, another member of your detail digging her knee into the first man’s back as she works to pin his arms behind him. A second later, and Mark—who must have been the first shout you heard, he was supposed to be guarding your back—is there with her, helping to wrestle your attacker’s hands into zip-ties. You think distantly that you’d always considered them carrying zip-ties ridiculous, because what would they need those for? Now you know.

A hand grips your chin, and then you’re looking into Sirius’ worried gray eyes. “Are you okay?” he pants. His voice is rough and curt, at odds with the gentleness of his touch on your face.

“I—” You glance to the man beside you, who’s gone obstinately silent as your two other guards fire questions at him.

“Hey.” Sirius’ voice is near pleading. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage. “Yeah.”

His shoulders slump in relief, but none of the tension leaves his face. “Mark!” he barks towards the other two. “Julie’s got him, go get the other guy.”

Mark nods and takes off in the direction the third man had run, and Sirius turns back to you, the crease between his brows not leaving but gentling. “I saw them put something on your face. You didn’t breathe in?”

“I didn’t,” you confirm. Just like he’d taught you, back when you’d thought his little lessons would always be pointless.

“Good girl.” He takes your face in both hands, pressing a firm kiss between your brows. “Great job, sweetheart, that’s not easy.”

Movement from your left makes you flinch, and you look over to see Julia trying to wrangle your attacker—now unmasked, and all but snarling at you—into the van. In a flash, Sirius is between you.

“Keep fucking looking at her like that, and see what happens.” His voice is the kind of cold where even snow won’t fall. Even though you’re the one he’s protecting, you go rigid.

The man’s expression goes slack, and he’s dumbstruck enough for Julia to get him the rest of the way into the van with little hassle. Sirius turns back to you, the severity melting from his features.

“Sorry, baby.” The pet name seems to slip out unbidden, and he almost flinches himself, shying away from you as if embarrassed. The next words come quieter. “Sometimes you have to be extra harsh with these guys, but I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” you say, and you mean it, the sheepishness in his expression unfamiliar but somewhat comforting considering the equally alien ferocity you’d just witnessed.

“Fuck, you’re shaking all over,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him. It’s an awkward sort of hug, you sitting and Sirius crouched so that both of your legs get in the way, but he makes the most of it, scrubbing his hand up and down on your shoulder blade with reassuring firmness.

You close your eyes, relishing the contact, the safety of his touch. Then you remember the knife. You open your eyes as he pulls back, finding the tiny line of red over his Adam's apple.

“Are you okay?” It’s little more than a croak, tears coming unbidden to clog your throat.

“Me?” He follows your gaze, touching two fingers to the mark. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’s just a graze. It’s nothing. Your cheek, though…” He looks crestfallen. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. This should never have happened.”

“I’m okay,” you promise him, though now that he mentions it, your cheek is stinging. You must have scraped it on the sidewalk. It feels raw. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder, my arms—”

“You did everything you could,” he says firmly. “Listen, of course I want you to fight like hell in any situation like that—and you did a great job of it—but it’s my job to make sure you never have to.”

“It was bound to happen eventually,” you say quietly, and something like pain passes across Sirius’ face. He rubs your shoulder delicately.

“Not today,” he says, matching your volume.

Maybe not today, you think, but would it matter if it had happened tomorrow instead? He’d always blame himself. “Agree to disagree?”

“Easy for you to say.” He grins sharply, back to the joking boy you know. “You’re not the one who’s going to get yelled at by Remus when he sees what’s happened to your face.”

“I’ll get him to lay off,” you reassure him.

“Yeah, good fucking luck with that.”

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forever-rogue · 11 months

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you know that hand thing joel does sometimes? please please please write something with reader aka joel’s girl™️ noticing he shakes his hand that way when he’s anxious/nervous/upset so she grabs it and squeezes to show him she’s there. He didn’t even realize it was a tell of his but it’s just another way she shows how attentive she is and how much she loves him which obviously makes his heart go all brrrrr 🥰🥰🥰

AN | Yes! I think about this way too much 🥺

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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Joel Miller had been a tough nut to crack. So closed off and reserved when it came to anyone but Tommy or Ellie, but you’d managed to worm your way into his heart. You’d managed to bring down his walls over time, bit by little bit.

That’s how you realized that he had a tell for when he was anxious or nervous. It hadn’t taken long to notice the way he often flexed his hand when he was feeling out of his element. It was easy to pick out from how often you found yourself watching him, studying him as though he was a you wanted to ace. In a way you did, you wanted to know him in every which way, wanted to know every facet of his being, no matter how much time and patience it took. He was worth it, he was your heart.

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You hadn’t fully told him that you were onto his little tell but you tried to tell him it’s okay, I’m here whenever you saw that signature little hand squeeze.

Whether it was in the middle of a conversation or something that was happening around him, you tried to reach for his hand as quickly as possible. The good thing was that ever since he accepted how much he craved the sheer intimacy of your touch, he loved holding your hand. In the beginning it had often been you reaching for his hand, but now it was an equal dance.

But right now, as you watched him speaking with Steven, one of the men that he often went on patrol with, you could see it was something serious. You excused yourself from where you were working with Maria, promising you’d be back shortly, and went over to Joel. He barely heard you walk up, but as soon as he felt your hand reaching for his, he visibly relaxed and leaned towards your soft body.

The effect the simple gesture had on him was palpable. You didn’t even interrupt or add anything to the conversation, you just remained at his side, brushing your thumb soothingly along his skin. It was strange in some ways, to think that this man could get as anxious as you did. But then again, he was only human after all.

When he was done speaking to Steven, you turned to you with a gentle expression on his face. He brought his hand to your face and brushed his knuckles along your cheek. You turned your face ever so slightly and pressed a kiss to palm before leaning in to kiss him, sweet and saccharine.

“Thank you,” he whispered as you looked at him innocently, “you came just in time.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you insisted softly, “I saw you and couldn’t help myself. I’ll take any opportunity to see you.”

He hummed in content before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in for a hug. It felt so good - warm and familiar - just like home. He felt him kiss the side of your head before whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you beamed at him with a shy smile, “I better get back to helping Maria before she kills me. Lots to do today. I’ll see you later, love.”

“See you later baby,” you couldn’t help but give him one more kiss before stepping away. You gave him a little wave before running off to Maria; he was grinning at you the entire time.

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You were lying next to Joel, your head on his bare chest as you listened to the steady beating of his heart. You had an arm draped around his middle and reached for his free hand and laced your fingers together. It was such a subconscious thing that you didn’t even realize you were doing most of the time. He had an arm wrapped around you, aimlessly tracing the bare skin of your back.

If it was possible, you would have stayed like this forever, but for now you would take as much as you could get it.

“What’re you thinking about?” he must have been some kind of mind reader, because he always knew exactly when you had something on your mind, “tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You laughed lightly, a sound that always went straight to his heart every time. You shifted out of his arm and laid on your stomach so you could face him, resting your chin in your hands. Joel huffed softly in amusement as he gently brushed the hair out of your face, “it’s nothing importantly - really. Just observations.”

“Tell me your observations then,” he leaned back against the pillow and you couldn’t help but want to crawl into his lap, “if you want to share.”

“I do,” you promised, “there’s no one I want to share more with than you.”

“So…”

“I was just thinking about your little tell,” you said softly, “it’s just something I’ve noticed s’all.”

“My tell?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly not picking up on what you were trying to say, “what do you mean?”

“Your tell,” you repeated, reaching for his hand, “it’s how I know when you’re getting nervous or anxious. You do this thing with your hand - it’s like a squeezy flexy thing.”

“Huh,” he mused for a moment, and you feared for an instant that you might have overstepped. But then he chuckled and looked at his hand, “I guess you’re right. I never thought someone else would pick up on it. I didn’t even really think about it.”

“It’s not really anything,” you said softly, “I like watching you and it’s something I’ve picked up on. I like watching people, studying them. And you, Joel Miller, are my favorite subject.”

He quieted for a moment before smiling in that soft, lazy way he did when he was most comfortable and content. He trailed his fingers along your jaw, studying you in return, "yeah?"

"Mhmm," you took his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"C'mere," he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and gently pulled you towards his lap. You shifted so you could sit on top of his legs, face to face with him, "I like watching you too. You have a lot of tells of your own, you know."

"Oh?" Your nose crinkled in surprise as he held onto your hips, his thumbs brushing over your bare skin, "what are they?"

"When you're mad or upset, you always hum under your breath. When you're nervous or uncomfortable, you make silly jokes when they're not relevant to the conversation," you couldn't deny that both those things were true. It still made your cheeks warm up when you realized just how closely he must watch you too, "and you always get this little smile on your face when you cum. It's a dead giveaway every time."

"Joel! I-"

"It's true," his hands were already roaming your skin now, "don't even deny it. It's sexy. I'll have to show you."

"How would you…" you followed his gaze and saw that it landed on the big mirror on the opposite wall, "oh."

"Will you let me show you?" He leaned in and nudged his nose against yours, lips ghosting over yours. And just who were you to deny him?

"Yes."

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ever since you’d pointed out his little quirk, he started reaching out for you whenever felt himself grow anxious, nervous, or upset. Just as he had reached out to you before, he found it becoming even more of a conscious thing. He liked that you were able to read him so well; it was such an intimate and sacred thing. Sometimes he had no idea what he would do without you.

Luckily he’d never have to find out.

“Ellie,” his tone was somewhere between angry and annoyed as he looked at her. She looked back at him with wide eyes, preparing for the worst. You’d been in the kitchen making dinner but stopped and peeked into the living room when you heard Joel raise his voice, “what were you thinking?!”

You wiped your hands on the rag and walked over to them, already looking for the telltale sign of his nerves. Sure enough, there was his hand flexing subconsciously. You huffed lightly before walking over to him and immediately reaching for his hand to take it in yours and give it a gentle squeeze, “Joel, honey, it’s okay.”

“She could have gotten hurt,” he looked between you and Ellie and you could instantly tell that his anger was out of concern and love, “do you know what your daughter did?”

“Ellie?”

“I went out with Dina,” she confessed, her eyes looking anywhere but at you or Joel, cheeks growing pink, “we went out beyond the border.”

“And didn’t tell anyone.”

“And didn’t tell anyone,” she swallowed thickly, casting a quick glance at you, “we just wanted to go out for a little while - we came right back!”

“Oh Ellie,” you squeezed Joel’s hand as you tried to keep your voice even, “baby, that’s dangerous, you know it is. If you’re going to do something reckless, at least tell one of us. Please.”

“Or don’t do anything reckless,” Joel felt his annoyance dissipating as he looked between his girls.

“Yeah, or that,” you agreed, “okay?”

“Okay,” she eased up as she took a step closer, “Dina wanted to go and I-I didn’t want to say no.”

“That’s what happens when you like somebody,” you let go of Joel’s hand so you could squish her in a tight hug, “and that’s fine, just don’t lose your head.”

“Okay,” she looked relieved as she hugged you back, whether it was the fact that you weren’t yelling or the fact that her little not so well kept secret didn’t bother you, “I’m sorry. Sorry, Joel.”

His hands were on his hips but he wasn’t mad. Not really. He just wanted to know she was safe, “‘s okay, baby girl. Just be careful, please.”

“I will,” she let go of you and went over to hug, hugging him just as tightly as she buried her face into his chest, “are you still mad at me?”

“No,” he replied with a trademark sigh as he hugged the girl back, “I wasn’t….just worried.”

“You were a little at least,” she insisted, “I could tell. You did your little hand thing.”

“Little hand thing - oh? How did you know?” his expression was incredulous as she laughed and exchanged a look with you, “did you tell her?”

“I did not,” you promised, holding up a few fingers as a scout promise, “that was all her. Maybe you’re not as subtle as you think you are. Or maybe we just love you and notice these things about you.”

“Hmm,” he shook his head in amusement, “the both of you are something else.”

“Yeah, but you’re stuck with us…so.”

“So…” he teased as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Say it back,” Ellie raised an eyebrow as Joel snorted. He knew exactly what she meant, “say it!”

“I don’t know…”

“Joel!”

“Fine,” he held his hands up in mock surrender as he kissed the side of your head and did the same to Ellie, “I love you both.”

“There we go,” you grinned at him, “Ellie, go wash up for dinner. And you, sir, can help me finish.”

Ellie grinned as she ran upstairs and you turned back to Joel, “am I really that obvious?”

“Terribly so,” you grinned, “hate to break it to you.”

“Hmm, I’m sure,” he ushered you further until the kitchen until your back was against the counter and you were in his hold, “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too, you know.”

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you belong with me

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: high school!au, gojo is a robotics nerd, reader is class president, emo nanami (my beloved), toji is ur shitass football playing boyfriend, typical cheesy highschool drama

an: tell me why posting this is giving me a tummy ache like I haven't posted for gojo in forever and now i think I suck at it :OOO anyways, please be nice to me about this and close your eyes if you hate it. also, totally reliving my high school days when I was senior class vice president (worst experience of my life) FDLJFKDSJFLS

You’re a hater. A self proclaimed, real-life, deep in your soul hater.

What do you hate today? Being class president.

You hate that you willingly ran, somehow won, had people up your ass all day about stuff that wasn’t in your control, and got stuck in the current situation you were in. Which was arguing with your boyfriend Toji, as you pace around your room and do your own fair share of screaming back.

“You just did that shit because you were pissed at me.”

“I did not, Toji. You know, not everything is about you. Other people needed the money and I put it where it was needed.”

“To the color guard team? Babe, no one gives a fuck about the color guard team. Everyone is at the homecoming game to watch the football team. Not a bunch of idiots waving flags in the air.”

“They’re also part of the game and all their equipment is broken. They need it more than you when you guys literally get donors and funding from the district and-”

“You’re just pissed about the sweetheart thing. That’s why you’re doing this shit and taking it out on everyone else.”

“Toji, I’m not even mad about-”

You’re met with the sound of ringing over the phone, signaling that Toji had enough and finally hung up on you. You flop straight onto your bed, pushing your face so hard into your pillow that sits uncomfortably against your nose and the smell of your laundry detergent makes its way to the crevices of your brain.

You hear a banging behind you and twist around to see Gojo pointing at his walkie-talkie, switching it on as you reach for yours. It’s still covered in glittery pink stickers from when you were seven, the silver coming off on your hand every time you grab it.

“Come in, bunny.”

“Loud and clear, Toru.”

He smiles, setting his hardware down - probably for another weird ass robot he was making - as he holds it up to his face, talking again.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just arguing with Toji, again. I’ll start allocating some of our funds to get you some sound proof windows.”

“Much appreciated, Madam President. That’s very generous of you.”

You laugh, dropping the walkie talkie to lift your fingertips to your temples, lightly massaging the pulsating under your skin.

“For what it’s worth, the color guard team is really grateful you did that for them. I know Utahime was so excited when the new flags came in, she was flipping them around on the field for hours.”

“That’s why it’s even more annoying. I know what I did was right, but he just doesn’t see it that way. Uta dragged me down to the field to watch them and their choreography looks so much better with the multicolored flags. They were really happy about it.”

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown?”

“Heavy is the head that’s dating Toji Fushiguro.”

He laughs as you switch your channel off, taking the last few seconds to study you before you draw your curtains. He can see the tension sitting in your shoulders and how clearly it hurts you to argue with Toji like this. And it infuriates him. That you even have to go to sleep angry and that the cause is the headass idiot you’re dating.

Toji Fushiguro is lucky, far more lucky than he realizes. Not for obvious reasons. Yeah, he’s a great football player and yeah, he’ll probably get scouted for some really good university at the end of the year. He doesn’t have a shortage of friends or intelligence and for all intents and purposes, he’s loved (which Gojo doesn’t understand at all).

He’ll probably be that scumbag that people see a few years down the line and then get infuriated at. Because if an absolute asshat like Toji Fushiguro can be successful, then truly all things have gone to shit. That the patriarchy is real, that society is broken, living proof that the asshole always wins and everyone else always loses.

But no, those are common reasons to hate Toji Fushiguro - ones he’s heard echoed by Suguru and Shoko every time he does something that pisses the two of them off. Like scream obscenities in the hallways, block their parking spots when they’re going to class, call them names when they walk by.

No. Toji Fushiguro is lucky because he gets to date you. Because out of the long list of girls he had to pick one, Toji just had to pick the one that was his. The girl he’s been in love with since he moved in right across the street and had a smiley neighbor excitedly waving at him through her bay window.

To him, love has always been the pigtail braids you used to wear everyday in the fourth grade, the matching walkie-talkies you bought him in sixth grade when he got grounded, and that sweet smile you’ve had since the first day he’s met you.

And when he sees those green curtains pulled against the bay window he’s stared at for years, where he’s loved you from for years, he lifts the walkie and says what he forgot to mention.

I love you.

Thanks to your gracious ride, you make it to school thirty minutes early. Your intuition - that Toji was ditching you as your ride to school this morning - was correct. Luckily, you made it in time just before class started.

Nanami’s already seated on the green bench outside the classroom, headphones plugged into his ears. As you walk up, you silently wonder how much hair gel it takes to keep his Gerard Way hairstyle in place.

“Hi Kento! How is my best friend doing on this fine morning?”

“We’re not best friends.”

“Sure we are!”

You reach forward and pinch his cheek in your hand, which he only swats off and rolls his eyes at. That’s how you know your best friends. Because if it was anyone else, Nanami would probably break their hand and walk away. But he always lets you tease him, because he know he loves you.

“Are you still fighting with that dog?”

“That dog has a name. And it’s Toji. And I’m not sure, he didn’t pick me up for school this morning.”

“Did he at least tell you he wouldn’t?”

“No. I was lucky enough that Satoru had walked Megs to the bus stop a little late and I was able to get a ride with him.”

Nanami looks over, narrowing his eyes at you, as the hallway starts getting crowded with people. And you know what he’s saying, what he’s been saying for the past few months.

“You know, it’s very normal to give your neighbor a ride when they need one. Not everything has ulterior motives, Kento.”

“That’s true. Everything doesn’t have ulterior motives. But he does. I’ve seen how he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me, Kento?”

“Like he’d kiss the ground you’d walk on.”

You roll your eyes, reaching up to mess up his perfectly styled hair. It doesn’t budge and you get a handful of minty smelling hair gel.

“As if.”

Like you’ve summoned him by bringing him up, Satoru’s sidestepping to where you and Nanami are sitting, Shoko and Getou in tow with him.

“Nanami~~ How’s my best friend doing?” Satoru says, bending over to totally obscure Nanami’s line of vision.

“Shut the fuck up, Gojo.” Nanami responds.

Nanami stands up, giving you a look, before he stalks away to his next class. Leaving you, Satoru, Shoko, and Getou standing in front of your classroom.

“So. I hear you have a robotics competition?” you ask.

“Yeah. Next Saturday. We always practice our hardware out the night before, throw a little party in the lab. You should come.” Getou says, smiling at you.

Satoru smacks Getou in the stomach right after he invites you, clearly trying to tell him something with his eyes. And then when he catches you staring, he gives you a nervous laugh.

You get it. He doesn’t want you there.

“Don’t act too excited to see me now, Satoru. Anything more and I might think you like me.” you bite sarcastically.

“What? No, it’s not like that. I just-” Satoru stutters,

“So you don’t like me?” you say, smirking at him. Shoko and Getou are laughing, the tips of Satoru’s turning pink as he very adamantly tells you that he does indeed like you.

“I have stuff to set up for the homecoming game that day, so I won’t be able to. But I’ll try my best, yeah?”

“Okay. Next time?” Getou asks.

“Sure, Sugar-u. I’ll see you guys around, yeah?”

You give the three of them a polite smile as you trudge away, leaving to meet Toji at his locker and give him a piece of your mind for this morning. Which leaves Shoko and Getou to give Satoru the scolding of his life.

“Are you fucking stupid, Satoru? You made it seem like you didn’t want her there.” Shoko says, smacking him on the back of the head.

“I panicked! Plus, Haibara always likes to play Just Dance and I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of her.” Satoru responds, rubbing the now sore spot on the back of his head.

“You’re hopeless, Satoru. She’s never going to like you if you keep rejecting her the way you do.” Suguru says, dragging him along to the robotics lab.

“She has a boyfriend. Who isn’t me. As if she would even consider dating me in the first place.”

And when the three of them pass you by the lockers, clearly getting yelled at by Toji, it only furthers their argument more.

“Yeah, I’m sure she really loves him, Satoru.”

Your argument with Toji hours prior simmers in your head, as you wait for the bus to arrive and for this godforsaken day to finally be over. You watch him pile into his car with Salma and the other boys from the football team, which only makes your anger fester more.

He’s doing this to piss you off. Of course, he’s doing this to-

“Need a ride?”

You look up and unclench your fists to find Satoru, sparkly blue eyes shining at you and a hand held out to you.

“Thanks.”

He leads you to his car, an almost demolished Honda Civic from his maniacal driving, and you climb in, immediately putting your head in your hands. You can feel him moving around you, the engine purring on and him backing out of the spot.

“About earlier. I don’t not want you to come to the robotics thing. I just thought it was awkward the way he asked you and I-I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come, you know? And I-I’d like it if you came too and so would the rest of us.” he rambles, a hand in his hair.

You look up, his ears tinted pink from the confession.

“I was just teasing you, Satoru. I’ll try to make it by, okay?”

He sighs, a clear breath of relief, and looks over to smile.

“Okay, cool cool cool. Now tell me why you and Toji are fighting.”

“When aren’t we fighting?” you murmur, pressing your head against the glass.

“But why?”

And when you look over, his blue eyes staring into yours, in earnest while the light is red, you unload it all.

“Do you know about the sweethearts thing they do at the homecoming game?”

“Uh. That’s when the cheerleaders wear the jerseys right. And then decorate the locker room or some shit for the players.”

“Yeah. Well, it’s not limited to cheerleaders. It usually is, but if you’re dating someone, that person can do it for you.”

“So I’m guessing Toji doesn’t want you to do it for him.”

“Not exactly. He was just saying that it’s more traditional for a cheerleader to do it since they’re also on the side of the track and he wants to see his name out there instead of running around, trying to make sure the game is running and all that.”

You slump into the chair as Satoru frowns, a pitying look in his eyes, as he keeps driving. You can’t help but watch him, his silhouette against the window - defined jaw, the slope of his nose.

He’s not the guy who ran away from kissing you in the eighth grade. He’s just ten times hotter.

You shake your head, letting the thought spill from your mind, as Satoru looks over.

“Jamoca?” he says, giving you a wide grin.

You can’t help but laugh, nodding as Satoru makes a sharp left turn, making his way to the ice cream shop.

Jamoca is your favorite ice cream flavor. Coffee, layered with fudge and almonds, became a proclaimed favorite when Satoru dragged you once in the sixth grade. After very sorely losing the class president battle, you moped in your room for five days - even going as far as borrowing one of Nanami’s My Chemical Romance vinyls to truly and properly mope.

On day three of blasting the vinyl, Satoru called enough and dragged you to the closest ice cream store, claiming it was the closest thing to therapy that you normies could afford. Since then, any bad day was easily solved with two things.

Jamoca and Satoru.

When you make it to the store, Satoru’s excitedly dragging you out of the car, his hand pressed in yours as you both run into the store, giggling while you order your single scoops. And when he drags you out to the curb and you sit there, you silently think to yourself why you ever stopped doing this in the first place.

Satoru leans over, digging his chocolate fudge covered spoon into your cup, before talking.

“So. If you guys fight so much, why are you still dating?”

“Dunno. Feels weird to initiate a breakup, I guess. I can’t see myself doing it.”

“Even when he wants other girls to be his sweetheart?”

“Even when he wants other girls to be his sweetheart.”

You kick the pebbles into the broken parts of the pavement, leaning your elbows on your knees.

“I don’t know, Toru. I guess he was just the first guy who ever liked me back and then I….spent so much time in the relationship and trying to make it work that it feels weird to let it go now.”

Satoru swallows hard, eyeing his melting ice cream, as he ponders the best response. Because in earnest, he has two options. Support you or be selfish. Support you to stay with Toji, to do what you’ve been doing because he knows it’s what you want. Or be selfish. Tell you that he you deserve better, that he could be that for you if you just let him.

He reaches over, flicking you in the forehead.

“Ouch, asshole.”

“You’ve got a really big brain in there. And you always have. You’ll figure out the right thing to do, just give it time.”

And when you give him a halfhearted smile, reaching over into his cup for a bite of his ice cream, he lets it go.

He can’t be selfish. Not when it comes to you anyways.

After running around all day, you give yourself thirty minutes to go to Satoru’s robotics thing. After triple checking the microphones work, the yearbook team has access to the field, the glitter has been set out for everyone trickling in, and that everyone who could possibly need your phone number has it, you speed run to the other side of campus, to the robotics lab.

And when you make it, the five of them - Haibara, Nanami, Shoko, Getou, and Satoru - are in the room playing Just Dance. Shoko’s sitting on top of the desk, flippantly moving her remote in the air, while Satoru quite literally is trying to give it all he’s got - and losing apparently.

You lightly push the door open, which stops the two of them in their tracks, and you’re met with some very excited cheers as they all drag you into the room. You take a seat next to Nanami, giving his cheek a pinch, which he hates.

“You’re Haibara, right?”

“You know who I am?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re friends with Nanami and Nanami and I are best friends.”

“No we aren’t.” responds Nanami, now sulking two seats away from you.

“Are too.”

You throw the nearest object, a pencil at Nanami, as you turn back to Haibara and laugh.

“I like your shirt. Flight of the Navigator is a really good movie.”

You see Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru’s eyes widen in the back at your words and hear a considerable amount of groaning from Nanami behind you. And after twenty minutes, you find out why.

Haibara really, really loves Flight of the Navigator. Almost too much. In earnest, you barely remember the movie - at most, maybe the weird little alien companion he has. But here Haibara is, reciting the cast, the directors, acting out the scenes and it’s clear to you that you’ve tapped into some monster they all keep hidden.

Luckily for you, Satoru comes to your rescue.

“Okay, Haibara. I’m going to steal her for you for some Just Dance.”

“I don’t Just Dance Satoru.”

“Oh yeah? You’re just saying that because you know you’re going to lose.”

You scoff, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“As if, sweetheart. I distinctly remember you banning us from ever playing that game together after I beat you in the fifth grade.”

“You’re rusty. Maybe we’ll start with something easy. Like Rasputin.”

“I could do Rasputin in my sleep, bitch.”

“Prove it.”

You roll your eyes as you march over to the front, where they’re projecting the game onto the screen. And just for posterity’s sake, you take Satoru’s sunglasses from where they were flipped over on the desk and put them on, effectively blinding yourself from the screen.

And when the songs start, you can hear them all laughing behind you, Satoru and you hurling insults at each other as you dance on. And somewhere around the middle, you’re sure Satoru must be losing because he grabs your hands and suddenly he’s swinging you around in the air, his hands on your waist as you laugh.

And when you take your blindfold off and the song dies down, Satoru wins by five points.

“You asshole. You literally cheated, Satoru.”

“Did not. You’re just a sore loser, bitch.”

“You kiss your mom with that mouth?”

“Every night, sweetheart.”

You put the palm of your hand in his face as you push him away, moving to sit on the desk. He joins you, the two of you now watching Haibara and Nanami have a very one sided dance battle.

After forty-five minutes, Satoru’s phone buzzes three times and the smile on his face drops when he checks. You place your hand on his, squeezing twice before asking.

“You okay?”

“Huh. Oh, yeah. I-I think you should go to the field. Right now.”

“Wait, what? But you hate that kind of-”

He grabs your hand, dragging you out, as you both start running to the field. You keep asking as he pulls you on, getting almost no response and only a faster pace.

And when you reach the field, you catch just the end of it and the only thing grounding you to that moment is Satoru and Utahime, who was surely the one who had texted Satoru, holding onto your shoulders.

Salma, the cheerleader Toji picked to be his sweetheart, just asked him to homecoming during halftime. And he said yes.

Utahime squeezes your hand three times, a soft look in her eyes when she talks.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just thought you would want to know and I wanted to tell you because you’ve been nothing but nice to me.”

You smile, moving into her open arms as you whisper a small thank you into her shoulder. She leaves, having to return to the color guard team waiting for her on the side, leaving you and Satoru standing on the pavement right by the field.

“Take you home?”

“Thanks, Toru.”

“You want Jamoca?”

“Not today.”

He nods, a hand on the small of your back, as he leads you to his car, even going as far as opening the door for you and letting you crack the windows while you drive back - which you know he hates.

At the first red light, he taps on the top of your head to get your attention.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“What? Of course, not. Toji is just an asshat who doesn’t see you for what you’re worth and-”

“No. No, no. Not like that. Do you think there’s something wrong with me because I’m not even the tiniest bit sad right now? I’m…relieved.”

Satoru looks over, the red front the traffic light flashing on your face, and a blank expression staring back at him.

“Of course, not. He’s a grade one idiot. Anyone in your position would feel that way, bunny.”

“I know. That’s true.”

“But?”

“Does this make me defective, Satoru? Like, maybe I just can’t like people that much or something and I was the problem.”

Satoru twiddles his thumbs on the steering wheel, pondering the same question he has been asking for the past few days. Encourage her or be selfish.

He can’t be selfish with you.

“Okay, Y/N. Close your eyes.”

“Huh?”

“Just do it.”

“Okay.”

He looks over, to find you eyelids fluttering shut, your face lit up by the streetlights outside.

“Now. Tell me about your dream guy, bunny.”

“What are you going on ab-”

“Just do it.”

You sigh, before thinking hard about his question.

“Someone I can be comfortable with. That’s my type. Like we can have fun together and play games but also being around them is comforting to me. Things might suck, but at least they are there to kind of pick me up at the end of the day. They’re nice to people and are surrounded by good company, because you are who you love and they try to be better each day.”

After finishing, you open your eyes to find Satoru staring at you, an all-knowing look on his face.

“Bunny?”

“Toru?”

“Does that sound anything like Toji to you?”

You slump back into your chair, sinking down.

“No.” you murmur.

“You aren’t defective. Well, maybe in the higher level cognitive thinking part because you clearly have some impaired decision making but-”

“Hey. Don’t be rude, asshole.”

“Get out of the car.”

You crane your head out the window to see you’re in fact not at your house, but at the ice cream store. And when he comes around to your side of the car, opening your door, he drags you out, the two of you eating you ice cream in the light of the dingy lamp outside the store.

You knock hard on your window, only stopping when Satoru looks up from his desk, dropping the pencil he was just scribbling with. You point to your walkie talkie, switching on the channel as he grabs his.

“Hi bunny. You look nice.”

“Thank you. Are you coming tonight?”

To homecoming. Because despite all odds and last night, you still have to go. And crown the homecoming king and queen since you’re the class president, which you’re sure will be Salma and Toji since the universe is very, very kind to you.

“I’m sorry. Haibara needed help designing something for next week.”

“Oh. Okay. I wish you were.”

“I wish I was too. His hardware is Flight of the Navigator themed so wish me luck.”

You laugh, giving him one last smile as he pulls the curtains to his window. And when you see his navy windows against the pane you’ve stared at him through for years, it only now occurs to you.

When he asked you to describe that last night, he unlocked something. Bringing it to your attention, to the forefront of your mind.

The person you were describing is him. You lift your walkie talkie to your mouth, press the button, and mention the words you forgot to say.

I love you.

And then you turn on your heel and drive yourself to the dance.

Satoru ponders it for thirty minutes.

Support her or be selfish. Support her or be selfish. Support her or be selfish.

Be fucking selfish.

Satoru gets up, dropping the hardware he was making for Haibara, and pulls out the first suit he can find. He grabs his walkie talkie off his desk, convinces Megumi to go beg your mom (who loves Megumi) for your walkie talkie, and then goes ninety on the freeway to get to the school on time.

He finds Nanami first, the glob of gel on his head somehow even worse than normal and sets his plan in motion.

“Nanami.”

“Please, for the love of god, not tod-”

“Go hand this to Y/N.”

Nanami and now Shoko are taking the walkie in their hands, flipping it over and inspecting it like they’re the fucking FBI. And more importantly, wasting time.

Three feet away, you’re standing by the punch table, counting how many balloons are on the ceiling. You reach three hundred and fifteen when you’re approached for the first time that night, by Nanami and Shoko.

“Nanami. What is going on with your hair? You can’t possibly need that much hair gel.”

“You would be shocked, Y/N.”

“That's what I said to him too. But this is for you.” Shoko says.

She hands you your walkie talkie, the silver glitter coming off on your hand, as you flip it over.

“Did you break into my house, Shoko?”

“No. But I’m guessing Satoru did. He ran in here five minutes ago and basically yelled at us to give it to you.”

They both shrug as they walk away and you look around, clutching the walkie talkie so hard in your hand you think you might break it. Satoru’s here.

And when you scan your eyes around the room, you see him at the front door, his eyes already fixed on yours. He’s smiling so big that it makes your heart squelch and suddenly you’re moving towards him. And as you both start walking (running) to each other, you can’t help but feel the anticipation of what’s coming.

Except that’s right when Toji stands in the middle of the two of you, his characteristic slimy, sneer on his face. He reaches for your hand first.

“Can we talk, Y/N?”

"No."

You shrug your hand off, pushing right past him, as you walk closer to Satoru. You can hear Toji shouting something at you, but you’re too tunnel visioned on Satoru to pay attention. And when you reach him, you’re both smiling so big at each other, that it makes your face hurt.

He lifts his walkie talkie to his mouth, talking first.

“Come in, bunny?”

“Loud and clear, Toru.”

“I love you.”

You can feel yourself smiling so big, so excited that you’re basically jumping on your toes, your walkie shaking in your hand.

“I love you.”

“Oh thank god. I was scared I was going to get a breaking and entering charge.”

You laugh, pulling him down by his tie and kissing him square on his face. And when he pulls away, ears pink and face red, you whisper against his lips.

“It was always going to be you. I belong with you.”

He smiles, that stupid smile you’ve stared at, loved for years and you can’t help but cheese, leaning forward to kiss him again.

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Honeymoon in Hawaii

Fluff and Smut (Adventure, hiking, surfing, bikini, deep penetration, anal, cream pie, ahegao, sloppy sex, outdoor sex )

Chapter 212

2,953 Words

(Honeymoon adventures with Jihyo and OC. Jihyo and OC have messy sex.)

After having your morning session, you and Jihyo make your way to the first destination, Stairway to Heaven.

It has been Jihyo’s dream to hike the trail since she learned about it a few years back. With her wedding in Hawaii, she wanted to make that dream come true. “Babe, I’m so excited. I am looking forward to doing this hike.”

“Haha, you’ve said that about a hundred times. It’s good that it’s just both of us, or else we wouldn’t make it.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re the only one that can keep up.”

“No, I just let you lead,” giving her a smirk. She looks at you, smirking, and slaps your leg, “Hey, that’s mean.”

The two of you arrive at the trail entrance and gather your belongings, a light backpack, each with snacks, water, an emergency kit, and extra clothes. You make your way to the travel and start to hike for a mile before you reach the base of the mountain.

“Wow, that’s really high.” Jihyo smacks you on the arm and says, “Come on. If we don’t hurry, we won’t get some good shots. “Okay! Coming!” as you see Jihyo picking up the pace.

With your GoPro on, the both of you record as you make your way up the slippery trail. “Alright, babe, let’s take a small break,” says Jihyo.

You’re almost two hours in, and the both of you are making good time. The hike up the mountain is about six hours, but you might be able to make it to five at your pace.

After a small break, you begin to climb again, and without realizing the scenery of the surrounding mountains starts to show from the fog. “Look, you can see much better” Jihyo points at the closest mountain. You peek and see the steep drop, which makes you a bit worried for Jihyo’s safety. “Alight, that’s enough looking,” you grab onto Jihyo’s hand and keep her from getting too close to the edge. “Oppa, don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared; it’s you I’m worried about. I don’t want you to slip and fall off.”

“Haha, I’m careful, but I’ll try not to get too close anymore.”

With only the last leg of the trial remaining, you hike up the mountain. The higher you go, the better the view until you reach a wall. You see a long rope and footprints on the wall from the number of other hikers and decide to give it a go.

“So you want me to go, or do you want to give it a try?”

“Hmm… I want to try,” as Jihyo grabs the rope and wraps it around her arm for support. She places her right foot, then her left, and climbs slowly. Midway through the climb, her foot slips, causing her to yelp suddenly. “Want me to give you a boost?”

“No, I can do it. Let me just get a better footing.” She finds a crack in between the boulder and makes it all the way to the top. “See, I did it. Here!” throwing the rope to you.

You grab the rope, wrap it around your arm, and make it to the top with little effort.

“Alright, just a bit more, right?”

“Yeah, excited?”

“Of course, I’ve been waiting to come here for a while; too bad we can’t go the other way.”

“Yeah… no one is allowed, but some still do it. It’s a nice view but not worth the risk.”

“I heard it’s an easier climb.”

“Yeah, I saw a couple of YouTube videos, and it’s way easier.”

Jihyo and you hike for another thirty minutes until you reach a radio station, signaling the end of the hike.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” Jihyo takes in the view. She points towards the ocean, the cars passing through the highway, and the small buildings in the city.

You can't help but take your phone out and snap a picture of Jihyo’s expression. You’re in awe of how beautiful she is and how your wife looks. She turns around and notices your camera, “Let me do a pose,” and holds a peace sign and squints her eyes. She does other poses and grabs your phone. She snaps multiple pictures of you with the great view as the background until you pull her to you. “Let’s get one of us together.”

Jihyo gets on one of the rails, wraps her arms around your neck, and gives you a kiss on the cheek. She grabs her GoPro and holds the gimbal's end to record her surroundings. Jihyo goes down the stairs to get a better background, making you laugh as you find it cute of her being a blogger.

After ending your photo session, Jihyo, you sit and admire the view. It’s completely silent; no words are needed to express your feelings. You’ve made an excellent decision to marry your best friend and the mother of your child. You look at her, staring at the blue ocean, and pull her in for a kiss.

The climb down is much easier, and it takes only an hour. Once you arrive at your car, the both of you are a complete mess, boots and legs full of mud. You grab a jug of water, wash each other’s legs, and change into sandals and new shorts. Jihyo takes off her top and tosses it in the back of the car, leaving her with a sports bra. “Come, babe, take that shirt off. I want to see your abs.”

You arrive back at the house and take a quick shower before having brunch. The both of you sit on the back patio and enjoy the view of the ocean in front of the house. While Jihyo cleans up, you head to the backyard and set up the large hammock between two trees.

“Want to take a small nap?”

“But we just ate.”

“Ahh, don’t worry about the small details. Come on, join me.” you grab her hand.

“Okay,” and climbs into the hanging hammock.

“What do you think? Comfortable, right?”

“Yeah, not too tight. I like it.”

“Maybe we should have one back home.”

Jihyo shoves her face into your chest and slowly drifts away after a tiring morning. You watch as Jihyo falls asleep and caress her hair before falling asleep as well.

Three hours later, you wake up from your nap and notice Jihyo gone. You search around and see a small sitting by the shore.

“Hey, you left. What’s up?”

“Woke up earlier than you and didn’t want to wake you up. You look cute when you sleep.” You can’t hide your embarrassment from Jihyo and pick her up, placing her on your shoulder.

“Wait! Where are you taking me?”

“You said you wanted to have fun, right?”

“Yeah, but what are we doing?”

“We’re going surfing. There’s a pair of boards in the back.”

“Really? We’re going to surf?”

“Yeah, I asked Nayeon to pack your swimming suit before we left.”

“Yay!”

With the two of you in your swimsuits and board in hand, you head to the water. Jihyo is the first one to run into the water, “Come on, slowpoke!”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.”

Sitting on the board, you listen to Jihyo’s plan as you float in open waters. The first wave comes, and you watch her try to ride the wave but falls. She swims back to where you are and tries again, this time staying longer on the board. Time after time, she comes back with lots of energy and tells you her mistake and how she is going to do better. She gives you a couple of pointers before you head out to catch a wave.

After a couple of times, you come back completely wet from falling so much. “Haha, finally something I’m better at.” She mocks you and comforts you on trying your best after getting her fill.

“Okay, let’s try again. I think I can do it better this time.”

“Hmm? Are you challenging me, Oppa?”

“I guess I am.”

“Okay, loser does whatever the winner wants.”

You hesitate for a bit and see Jihyo’s smirk tease you. “That’s a bet,” and the both of you shake hands.

You and Jihyo spend two hours surfing but also take a few breaks here and there. It’s sunset, and you two are enjoying the sun setting down behind the ocean.

With your boards side by side, you two hold hands. “We’re finally husband and wife. I can’t believe it. It’s finally hitting me.”

“Haha, it hit me too when I saw you walking down the aisle; you looked beautiful. I think I’m the happiest man in the world right now.”

She can’t help but laugh at your comment, “Okay, okay, we get it. You don’t have to get all sentimental here.”

Eventually, you both return to shore and head towards the small outdoor shower to clean your board and rinse yourself. Jihyo removes her swimsuit as she tries to get the sand off, revealing her bikini. You do the same but can’t and stare at her tanned body.

Jihyo then takes off her top, which reveals her perfect breast, “Fuck…” She doesn’t notice you coming up behind her until she feels your lips on the back of her nape. “Babe, that tickles,” as she squirms around. You slowly move your hands on her ass, aim for the piece of string holding her bikini, and pull on it. Unaware that her bottom is undone because of your kissing, you pull down your shorts and give Jihyo a nice smack on the ass.

“Ahh…”

You pretend to lose your balance and press your body against hers. She places her hands on the wall to keep herself from falling, “You’re heavy, babe. Get off.” With your semi-hard cock in hand, you slowly align yourself to Jihyo’s entrance. She doesn’t notice what you are about to do since you keep her distracted by kissing her nape. When she does feel your hot cock’s head poking at the entrance of her slit, she lifts her butt.

With her permission, you grab onto her waist and penetrate her cunt. You don’t feel much resistance since you warmed her up a bit with all the kissing and reached her deepest parts in no time. “Mmhh… ahh fuck!” You give her little time for adjustment and begin to thrust at a fast pace. Jihyo immediately starts to moan loudly since it is just the both of you around, “Ahh… yes! That feels so good! Fuck… you’re so deep inside my pussy!”

Knowing she is enjoying it, you increase the pace and press her against the shower wall. You pull most of your cock out and immediately shove it back inside, causing Jihyo to grunt. “Omg! Your cock is hitting my womb! Keep fucking me just like that,” as she moves her right hand to her cunt and starts to masturbate. She rubs her lips at a rapid pace, aiming for her orgasm. It doesn’t take long for her to reach it, and she is the first to cum. Her legs shake as she orgasms and sprays the floor with her love juice.

You don’t slow down or stop fucking her as she rides her orgasm but instead increase the pace. This makes all her senses go into overdrive, and she loses her balance in the process. After her orgasm dissipates, you pull out your cock and see her get away from the wall and move to the other side of the shower to get a hold on something firm to keep herself from falling, but you have other plans.

You can’t but want to get back at her from earlier today. So grab Jihyo’s hand and say, “babe, one more, please,” giving her a puppy dog eyes. She looks at you exhausted but nods and places her hands against the shower window. She positions herself and spreads her legs to give you better access to her mess of a cunt. You have other plans, though, and get your cock ready. “Remember our promise, right? The loser does whatever the winner wants.” It takes her a bit to get her thoughts together, but when she does, it's too late. You align yourself to her entrance and press the tip against it. It is then when she realizes what you’re about to do, “Wait… babe… that’s the wrong…” doesn’t finish her sentence as she feels the tip of your cock against her puckerhole.

You push your cock in slowly, and you’re met with some resistance as her walls try to push you back out. “Relax, babe. Just a bit more.” Jihyo turns around and sees your puppy dog eyes, and accepts your cock inside her ass. After that, her walls loosen, which makes it a bit easier for your cock. You press forward and insert more of your cock inside of Jihyo’s ass.

Jihyo bites her lips as she feels her ass being split wide open by your cock. She’s always had a harder time with anal and has only done it less than a handful of times, and every time is the same. She would rather keep going a few more rounds with her cunt and remembers the number of times you have asked her for anal. She wants to keep her promise, accepts the temporary pain, and relaxes her body.

With your right hand on your cock and the left on Jihyo’s waist, you penetrate Jihyo’s tight ass. You can feel Jihyo’s body relaxing, which allows you to shove more of your cock inside of it. Jihyo moans and grunts aloud as she takes an inch at a time, “Fuck! Your cock is too big! It’s going to destroy my ass, fuck!”

Not wanting to make her suffer more than she has to, you decide to get it over in one go. You press her against the wall once more, grab onto her waist, and give it one final thrust. Jihyo opens her eyes wide open when she feels your whole length inside her ass in one go. Her walls tighten even more around your cock, and give her a chance to adjust to your length. Jihyo can feel the hottest of your throbbing cock inside of her. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” as you try to move. After getting her approval, you begin to thrust, increasing the pace little by little. It goes from a sharp pain to slight pleasure as she feels her insides getting rearranged.

You place your hand against her lower lips and finger her cunt to make it easier. This helps a little bit and makes it more pleasurable for her. You then pick up the pace and give a couple of hard thrusts, and can feel your cock from the other side. You feel the bulge of your cock inside her ass with every thrust. It turns you on to see her bulging belly every time you press your cock against it.

Little by little, Jihyo gets used to your cock inside of her puckerhole and begins to enjoy it. She can't help but touch the bulge in her belly every time it pokes out and finds it kind of hot. “Ahh… ba babe… you really want to mess me up like chaeyoung, huh.”

“Yes, I want your ass to give itself to me. I want to teach every inch of your body that it belongs to me,” and decide to pick her up. Jihyo is surprised and gasps when she’s placed in a reverse stand-and-carry position.

Now the both of you can see your cock creating a big bulge in her belly as if she’s pregnant once more. “Fuck… you're reaching all the way to my deepest part!” You can feel your cock throbbing and begin to fuck her ass while being carried.

Jihyo moans as she’s carried in the air and enjoys getting railed in the ass. Every time your tip reaches the deepest part, it feels like ecstasy. Little by little, she gives in to the pleasure until she is a complete mess. She doesn’t realize her mind is fading away, and her body is riding on pure ecstasy.

You give it a couple of thrusts before your orgasm reaches its peak. You see Jihyo’s face ruined by pleasure and say, “Babe, I’m about to cum” but there is no response, just random mumbling, indecipherable words. You ask, “Want me to cum inside?” She tries to come up with the words but can’t and just nods. “Okay, if you really want me to cum, then hold the peace sign.”

Jihyo, with her remaining consciousness, holds the peace sign as you face her towards the mirror by the corner of the shower. You lift her up, only leave a head of your cock, wait a few seconds and drop her whole weight on your cock. Jihyo’s body immediately reacts, making her squirt all over the mirror as you drown her ass with your biggest load. The expression on her face is priceless as she does a messy ahegao expression while holding the peace signs. Her body loses all its energy and becomes limp and letting go of your cock, only leaving a gaping hole.

After the messy session, you return to your room and let her rest. She cleans herself with your assistance by taking a proper shower before going to bed. Tomorrow, you both will wake up sore from being busy the whole day, Jihyo especially.

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A Return Worth Celebrating (Fridolina Rolfo x reader)

A/N: Here’s a little something to celebrate Frido’s return to team training!

Monday’s had the reputation of being terrible but not this Monday. No, today was a good day. Today was the day that Fridolina Rolfö, your girlfriend, returned to team training.

“You ready?” You ask as you walk out onto the field together.

“As I’ll ever be” the blonde wore a smile on her face but you knew deep down that she was nervous. The two of you had spent the night previous cuddled in bed discussing what the blonde was feeling and why she was feeling it.

Before you reach the group you wrap your arm around her waist, pulling her close as you place a gentle kiss on her hairline.

“You’ve got this. You are strong and you are powerful”

“What? I’m not beautiful today?” Fridolina knows the mantra well, you had made her say it to herself whenever she was having a bad day.

“You, Miss Rolfö, will always be beautiful in my eyes. Now let’s get going. I’ve haven’t been late once this season and I won’t have you tarnishing my impeccable record” you jog off towards your team mates.

“Right because I’m the bad influence out the two of us” the swede says sarcastically. Everyone knew it was you who corrupted her.

The session goes better than Frido expected. Her passes were accurate, her movement fluid and much to her surprise her fitness wasn’t far off from where it was before. It did come as a shock to find your cubby empty as she entered the locker room. She assumed you had gone for a shower until she saw a note sitting in her locker.

I had to go. See you at home.

I love you, always.

Y/N.

“What no celebrations for your return?” Ingrid asks.

“Looks like she had a meeting or something. We discussed our schedules on Friday and she didn’t mention anything. It must be something last minute” Frido defended your actions even if they had hurt her.

She had been so excited to be back on the pitch for numerous reasons but being able to play with you again was top of that list. You seemed so happy for her this morning and she automatically assumed you would do something together to celebrate.

Little did she know you did have plans to celebrate. Your celebrations were a little bit more intimate than what was planned with the team.

As on queue, Frido walks into your shared apartment just as you finish setting the table.

When the blonde walked through the hallway she smelt home, more specifically a home cooked meal. Then, as she turned the corner, she saw you standing next to the candle light table.

“Baby, i’m so proud of you”

She was rendered speechless.

“Say something, please” you ask politely.

She says nothing. She lets her actions do the talking and you don’t complain at all. You loved moments like this when it was just the two of you. When you could express your love with kisses and other displays of affection.

“Is that my —“

“Kött” you pull away from her hold to read the name of the meal of your hand “Köttbullar”

Frido pulled your hand towards her to see if you had really written down the name of the meal. Lo and behold, you had.

“I think I did it right. I was this close” you pinch your thumb and index thumb very close together “to going to Ikea and buying some”

You follow to the take and pull the chair out for her.

“For you, m’lady”

“Why thank you” she kisses your cheek as a show of appreciation.

You watch nervously as she takes a bite of the meatball. It mimicked the nervous energy you feel as you watch a team mate take a penalty. She takes her time and it feels like she chews it 100 times before giving any indication of whether it’s good or not.

“5 stars” Frido does a little happy dance in her seat “who knew this is what you were preparing for when you ate my Mamma’s Köttbullar by the bucket full”

“It was all apart of my master plan” you raise your eyebrows playfully.

“Is that right? What else does this master plan entail?” Frido asks curiously.

“Stick around and you’ll find out”

You had a lot planned for you and Fridolina. Some things had been ticked off, some were in motion and others were due in the future.

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.2 K Warnings: None Prompt: It's all about planning. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 18: Friends will be friends

Somehow, the pranks you'd pulled with Remus had ended up all over the school, hidden by students in the most inconspicuous places so that distracted and unsuspecting kids would stumble upon them and get a good jumpscare. Steven SkeIIignton, as he’d gotten baptised by Marlene who’d gotten a hellscare later on the Halloween party, was still in the closet, and had already gotten at least 20 kids to jump out of their skin in the past week.. .

As a matter of fact, it was often the gophers who would nonchalantly ask their friends to retrieve an item from the wardrobe or hand them a sweater they claimed to have left inside, all in the hopes of giving them a good stratle. And the cycle would just repeat itself. At some point, people even started being wary when asked for small favours like that. It was hilarious.

Meanwhile, James was determined on making his date with Lily absolutely perfect. He did not want to rush it, and so he had you, Sirius, Remus and Peter wake up even earlier so that you’d talk about possible plans. It must have been like 4:30 in the morning when you heard a knock on your door the first time. You hadn’t been sleeping well at all, so you rushed to see who the hell would be knocking on the door only to find James’ head poking out from the invisibility cloak.

“Hurry, you’ve gotta come with me,” he whispered.

“I’m in pyjamas?” You argued, and you really had only a pair of shorts and a light shirt, your covers had a warming spell, so you didn’t need much warm clothes, even with how chill the November night had already gotten in Scotland.

“Doesn't matter, I’ll tell Sirius to lend you something if you get too cold. Now come, it’s urgent!”

You rolled your eyes, picking your wand up and did what James asked since it sounded important. Once you stepped outside he quickly wrapped the cloak around the two of you, holding it carefully above your head, you were huddled beside him as he guided you up a couple of stairs. Since you were still a bit sleepy, you didn’t quite register he was taking you back to their room until you saw their door “James, an emergency?!? What happened?” you asked genuinely worried now.

“I’ll tell you once we’re in the room, we don’t want anyone to see us,” he said as he opened the door and brought the two of you inside. He took off the cloak and you took a couple of steps from him, without James’ body heat irradiating onto you, the sudden drop in temperature made you wince.

“Do you not have a heater in this room?” you complained.

He just shrugged and then clapped his hands loudly “All right boys, wakey, wakey!” he shouted, before using his wand to turn on several lights around the room, you squinted as he did since your eyes were not used to so much brightness.

Peter was the first one to startle awake, looking at you and James very confused, “(Y/N)?”

“Get your own girlfriend and stop dreaming about mine Wormtail!” Sirius, who had the covers on top of his head to avoid the light, said irritated.

“I wasn’t-“ The boy started.

“–She’s here,” Remus said, sitting up on his bed, and rubbing his eyes. He was wearing a soft brown plaid pyjama shirt, and didn’t have all his buttons done, he kinda looked like the softer version of his sexy pirate outfit from the party. But like, really soft and cuddly.

“Who’s here?” He asked, finally kicking the covers off his head, and hollymotherofmerlin, that’s what he looks like just waking up? You wondered as you tried not to shamelessly stare at the way his hair was beautifully sprawled on the bed. “Stashine? What are you doing here?”

You turned to James, “Yeah Prongs, what am I doing here?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest, mostly because of the cold.

“I need your help.”

“For what?” Asked Peter with a frown. You shot him an annoyed look. “Didn’t mean it like that…” he added. You were all too sleepy for decency.

James went and sat on top of the rug in between the beds, and motioned for you to sit next to him. “Come on, I didn’t wake her for you to stay in bed all day, hurry up!” he urged the rest. Peter stood from his bed, he wore a long sleeve white tee and a pair of red plaid pants, and he sat right in front of the two of you. Remus stood up and sat next to James, almost across from you. He had matching pants and a pair of fuzzy socks on. Sirius unsurprisingly was the last one, he lazily brushed his hair with his fingers before he stood up, he had a black queen shirt and his pants had electric guitars stamped all over them. You wonder where he’d gotten those muggle clothes when James spoke again, “Ok kids, we need to plan this together.”

“A prank?” Remus asked.

“You’re bringing her in?” Asked a leery Peter.

“She’d be of great help actually,” chimed Remus, a little defensively.

“She really would! Didn’t I tell you about the libra-“ he started.

“-It’s not a prank you wankers!” James said, interrupting the little fight Sirius and Peter might just start “All though I do think you’d be useful in a prank,” he said turning to you and thinking of the Magical Theory project you’d been working on.

“Jee, Thanks Prongs!” you responded, almost sarcastically, “but if it’s not a prank, then… What's the emergency?”

“There is no emergency, I said it was urgent.”

“James, mate, you either tell us what the hell is going on in your head or I’ll go back to bed,” Sirius threatened “It’s like 5 am.”

“4:30 actually,” you corrected him.

“4:30!? PROOONGS!” Peter whined.

“It’s about Lily!”

“You brought me here for Lily?” You asked with a frown.

“You woke us up because of your crush?!” Remus complained, he was about to snap at James and go back to his bed. As much as he loved his friend, he needed his sleep. He did not want to be snappy all day because of a lack of it.

“It’ll be just a moment, then you can go back to sleep.”

“I thought you were flying today,” Remus said and turned to you, you had your arms wrapped around your legs, and you were rubbing them every now and then, “You cold luv?” He asked. You nodded.

“I meant you and Peter,” he responded “These two will come flying earlier today anyway, the game’s just around the corner, I have to make sure they’re in top shape.”

Remus extended his hand and pulled a sweater from the chest at the end of his bed, before throwing it at you. “Thanks Rem,” you said, pulling the sweater over your head, it was so big you could even cover your legs with it, which you did. And fuck, she looks adorable, Remus thought before mentally slapping himself for it.

Sirius then used his wand to levitate his cover above your head, letting it gently fall over your head, “It’s pretty cold in here, right Starshine?” he asked softly. Sirius could sometimes be so gentle it startled you, but you nodded, turning a little red as you wrapped yourself around the covers. Remus’ sweater wasn’t too warm, but it was soft, and it smelled like chocolate and old books, exactly like the boy, which you had always considered a very pleasant smell, nice, it’s nice, your mind whispered. Meanwhile, Sirius’ cover was still warm since it was the one he had been using earlier, it did not feel like it had any charms on it, which meant it was all just Sirius’ body heat, you wondered how nice it’d be to sleep beside him as you snuggled yourself deeper into the clothes they had borrowed you, relishing on the soft combination of scents.

“Can we focus?” James pressed.

“You haven’t told us why we’re here, James,” You reminded him.

“It’s about the date,” you nodded, prompting him to continue, but it was a little hard to take you seriously wrapped in so many covers like that. “I want it to be the best date of her life.”

“Take her to Hogsmeade,” Peter proposed.

“Take her flying,” Sirius offered, “it always works with girls.”

You threw him a surprised look “Does it?”

“Worked with you, didn’t it?” He told you with the sweetest little face he could pull off.

“You’re such an idiot,” you said as you went for a playful hit on his shoulder, but he stopped your hand and pulled it to his lips instead, kissing it softly.

“Maybe, but you love me anyway,” he responded cockily, leaning his cheek on your hand.

“How about a date in the Room of Requirements?” Remus said loudly, trying not to sound bitter as he interrupted the two of you.

You were still staring into Sirius’s eyes when he spoke but turned to Remus when what he said piqued your interest “The what?”

“The Room of Requirements. It’s this room that sometimes shows up, only when you really need it, and it basically becomes whatever you need it to be. I stumbled into it when I was looking for my homework once, and it was this massive lost objects storage room,” he explained.

“But then he went with me and it turned into a room with a huge cauldron on the inside, basically enough space for us to brew the potion we wanted to brew for a prank. That’s how we discovered it was magical,” James explained.

“That sounds incredible! But… What if it turns into something that scares Lily away?”

“Like what?” James asked, confused.

“Well… I don’t know what you require Prongs, but if by bad luck you think the wrong thing and a freaking bedroom shows up, Lily will probably never talk to you again.”

All the boys laughed at that, even Peter, who seemed to be a lot more at ease now “She just called you horny mate,” he told him in between chuckles.

James had just gone red, which caused everyone to laugh even more “That rules out the Room of Requirements,” Remus said with a playful smile.

“But we should go, tho, seems like a cool place.”

“Not scared of what may show up, Starshine?” Sirius teased, leaning onto you.

“Why? Are you?” you teased back.

James cleared his throat, “Any other ideas?” he asked, looking straight at you “Where would you take Lily on a date?”

You thought about it for a second, “To a picnic by the lake,” you said simply “I’ve seen Lily sketch a few things on a little notebook that she carries around with her all the time.”

“It’s her journal,” James clarified.

“How do you…?”

“He tried to steal it once,” Remus said casually.

“Dude, that’s awful.”

“I was 13! I genuinely thought it’d be a great idea,” he clarified “Besides it was Sirius’ idea.”

“I said it as a JOKE!” The other said, it seemed like a small little quarrel was about to start regarding that particular incident, which just made you look at the two of them, diverted.

“The journal…” Remus said to you, asking you to finish your earlier thought.

“Right, so, she likes drawing,” James stopped staring at Sirius and turned his attention back at you “I’d get some art supplies or something, and take her to a nice place by the lake so we could draw something together, take some of her favourite treats from the kitchens, and maybe some soft music too, she likes ABBA a lot. Then I’d go for a walk with her, while our paintings dry, and just be super nice and listen to her talk. She knows so much, it’s always fun to hear whatever she has to say, so it’d be fun for the two of us.”

“You’re lucky she’s not your love rival Prongs, she’d definitely sway me with a date like that,” Remus teased, as if you needed to take him on a date to sway him.

“You draw?” you asked him, he shook his head “Sirius does tho.”

You turned to your boyfriend, amazed “I’ve never seen you draw.”

“He only draws when he’s alone, I discovered by accident,” Remus answered instead.

“You should show me one day,” you told Sirius with a soft smile.

“Good luck with that,” Remus responded, “he almost beat me once for taking his sketchbook from his hands.”

“Wait, really?” You asked the taller boy.

“If we’re done with date planning, can I go back to bed?” Peter asked.

James took a look at his watch, and nodded “Sure, we’ll meet tomorrow at the same time for the details,” he said.

“Prongs, 4:30? Two days in a row? for real?!” Remus asked, a little annoyed.

“Yeah, we could just do it after classes or something.” You offered.

“Yeah, as if sneaking you into our room in the middle of the night wasn’t hard enough,” James answered.

“I could just… walk in?” you said with a little frown.

“Nope, too suspicious, Lily will notice, she’s clever like that.”

“I could just tell her you’re helping me get some quality time with my boyfriend.” You said, pointing at Sirius “You literally sleep in the same room, no one will think anything of it.”

“Except that you’re shagging Sirius,” Peter said casually.

“It’s her boyfriend though, and they won’t shag with the rest of us here,” Remus said logically.

“Who knows?” Peter said with a shrug “Maybe they’re into that kind of stuff, wouldn’t be the first poly wizards in the history of the world.”

“Poly what-?!” You asked confused.

“-Shut up guys! That’s… It’s not entirely a bad idea…”

“Poly isn’t a bad idea?” Peter asked, just to fuck with James.

“What? No, not that Wormtail, shut up! The other thing…” He turned to you, “We bring you here with the excuse that you’re gonna see Sirius, and then we plan the date,” James said.

“You don’t mind that luv?” Remus asked with a little frown, always so considerate.

“‘Course she doesn’t, we’re dating,” Sirius said matter-of-factly as he placed his arm over your shoulders and brought you closer to him.

“Sirius.” Remus said sternly “She’s a girl, it’s not the same for them, there’s double standards.”

“Why don’t we meet in the Room of Requirements instead?” you suggested, “No one finds out, no one thinks we’re shagging or whatever, and no one suspects we’re planning James’ date either?”

“Gosh, you’re so clever, aren’t you Starshine?” Sirius said as he brought you closer and placed a kiss on your head, or at least over the covers you had around it.

“Sounds good enough for me,” James said with a smile.

“Fantastic, I’m going back to bed,” Remus said as he stood up and walked straight into his bed, gently laying down and covering his face with a pillow. Peter followed suit, although he just threw himself on the bed head down. Sirius only laid his head on top of yours, since you had yours on his shoulder already.

“We’re going flying now, aren’t we?” He asked with a sigh.

“We are indeed,” James said animatedly, a smile playing on his face, he was the biggest morning person you’d ever met, you definitely couldn’t relate, even if you loved flying as much as he did, mornings were just tough on you. From what you were looking at, Sirius was the same, in fact, James was the odd one out of the entire room.

“I should go change,” You said, as you motioned to get up.

“You can’t!” James said, moving his hands in the air, panicked, “Lily will ask why you weren’t in the room, she might be awake by now.”

He wasn’t wrong, Lily might be awake by now, she sometimes woke up earlier to add final touches to her homework or do some of the readings you were left by teachers “But I can’t go flying with shorts and a shirt, I’ll freeze!”

“Keep my sweater,” Remus mumbled, still from under his pillow.

“Problem solved,” James said with a smile.

“The shorts, James.”

“You could just stay and cuddle with me,” Sirius offered with a shrug “James can go flying by himself. Promise my bed is warm and we could–”

“–No way! Quidditch match is in a week, you can’t skip flying now!”

Sirius took a deep breath and groaned, patting you lightly on the back so you’d stop leaning on him as he moved to his own chest, rummaging through it and picking up a pair of pants that didn’t fit anymore “You think this would fit?” he asked.

You raised your eyebrows, and then tilt your head lightly, analysing the situation “It just might,” You said taking it from his hands and putting it against your body.

“Sweet, go change then,” James said as he pretty much pushed you into the bathroom, he was damn lucky you’d put on a pair of trainers when he asked you to come without a warning of his plan.

You sighed once you were inside their bathroom. You couldn’t help but look around a little as you put on Sirius’ pants. Their bathroom was almost a mirror to yours, it had a small cupboard next to the sink with a lot of potions, aftershave and even some Sleekeasy’s, you wondered who was the one that used it, since clearly, it wasn’t Potter, even if his dad had invented it. Probably Peter, you thought, he always has a rather put-together look going on. When you were done you realised the pants fit well enough, all thought they were a little loose on the waist. You put your trainers back on and threw some water at your face and hair, to get it to somehow look decent, it’d gotten even messier since you’d placed Sirius soft covers over it.

When you walked out of the Bathroom James was sitting on his bed while putting on a pair of shoes while Sirius was putting on his thick quidditch sweater. “Got a hair tie?” You asked him.

He turned to you and nodded “Come,” he said softly as he patted his bed. You did as he rummaged through his side table “Want me to tie it for you?”

You almost gave him a questioning look but shrugged in the end, turning around so he could do his thing. He was soft, a lot softer than you remember him being in the Great Hall a couple of months back, but you weren’t moving as much this time either. And he also had a brush this time, he gently brushed your strands a couple of times before he started to softly pull your hair back. You visibly relaxed as he was running his fingers through your scalp, allowing him to make your ponytail however he wanted. When he was done he leaned closer and pressed a cheeky kiss on your neck.

“Done luv,” he said as he buried his head deeper into your neck, enjoying the way you smelled today.

“Great, let’s go!” James said, completely oblivious to how much Sirius was enjoying himself. The boy gave him an annoyed look as he separated from your neck, but James wasn’t even phased. He was used to Sirius’ temperament, and he also knew he loved flying with you in the mornings.

The three of you walked down to the courtyard and James started giving you exercises to warm up. After that, he gave you a couple of instructions and had you speed back and forth from tower to tower. He was flying beside you as you sped through the buildings and avoided the obstacles that came on the way.

He also had you practise resistance, “The match might be long, we need you to pay attention to everything that’s going on and not to lose concentration because of tiredness.” he told you, he had you hold yourself in the air by grabbing onto the broom with your hands and also practise the same trick you’d done on the trials, over and over again, until your arms were trembling. All the while he had Sirius beat the quaffle back and forth, with the help of a spell that had it bounce back at his face every time he shot it away.

“Prooongs, I’m tired,” He complained, as he flew to the side so the quaffle wouldn’t hit his face “Aren’t you Starshine?”

“Yeah,” you sighed as you let yourself fall on your broom, allowing your head to rest on the handle as you laid flat on it “And we should probably,” you yawned “start going back, we have class in 30 minutes, I still have to put my uniform on.”

“Watch out!” You heard James scream as Sirius’ bludger rapidly sped towards you, you raised back into a sitting position and flew downwards as you grabbed onto the ball with both hands, trying to slowly reduce its speed.

“The chest.” You struggled to say as the quaffle fought its way out of your grasp, Sirius flew straight down and opened the place where you kept all of the quidditch stuff, you flew right after him and forced the bludger into its spot while the grey-eyed boy wrapped the protection chains over it. Once the bludger was secure, you let yourself fall on the ground, exhausted.

James rushed down when he realised the commotion his little practice had caused, it was far away from the worst thing that had happened on morning flights, especially since you had joined them; you and Sirius would constantly do stupid shit that could get you three kiIled, especially because James had somewhat of a lack of self-control, and all that Gryffindor bravado mixed with the endorphins of flying, almost always had him joining your little shenanigans “You ok?” he asked “please tell me you’re not hurt anywhere,” he said as he reached closer to you and started inspecting your hands “we can’t have out star keeper injured just before the ga–“

“–James!” you reprimanded. “Quidditch?! Really?”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that!” he told you, a small regretful frown on his face.

You scoffed playfully, “I sometimes forget James’ priorities consist of Lily Evans and Quidditch, exclusively,” you joked, though you knew it was a lie, technically James’ priorities consisted of: his friends, getting Lily Evans to like him back and Quidditch, in that order. Unless a quidditch game was around the corner in which case, number three became priority #1.

“‘M sorry luv. Are you ok? Not because of quidditch this time.”

You laughed but nodded “Yeah, ‘m good. I just… want to lay here for a bit.”

Sirius threw himself next to you, “We’ve got class.”

“I know,” you answered, “I’m just… really freaking tired today, didn’t sleep well either.”

“‘Cause of Prongs?” he asked, and you felt him reach for your hand, tracing small patterns with his finger over your palm.

You shook your head, “Not that… I’ve got those nightmares again.”

He turned to you, a sympathetic look on his face “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, you know that, right?” You nodded, not sure how much Sirius would be able to do against your nightmare. But leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek, but he was faster, and he moved to give you a kiss on the lips “Been wanting to do that since I saw you standing in my room,” he said “That and other things.”

“Ugh, get a room! I swear, We were better off before you two started dating,” James complained as he started gathering up his things.

“Shut it Prongs, you’re just jealous,” Sirius said before giving you another kiss.

“20 minutes to get to class.” James reminded you then. Sirius groaned, but finally stood up, extending a hand to pull you as well. You took it gladly and stood next to them, as you levitated the chest towards the storage room under the bleachers.

“How about I go change and bring your cloaks while you gather some food for me? We can meet just outside the great hall?”

“That’s a brilliant idea!” James told you as he pulled a pair of keys outside of his pocket, and threw them at you, you caught them with ease “Mine is hanged next to my bed.”

“Mine’s on my dresser,” Sirius added.

“Sweet, I’ll hurry up and meet you in a bit, deal?” You said, before taking off.

“What about my goodbye kiss, Starshine?” Sirius shouted.

“I’ll give you a hello kiss when we see each other again instead Puppy,” you said casually, throwing a wink his way.

Once you arrived at your bedroom, you realised everyone was gone. Which made sense, the girls should have gone down for breakfast several minutes ago, it was you who was lagging behind. You quickly took off the clothes the boys had given you and put your uniform on, taking Remus’ sweater along with you when you walked towards the boys’ room. You used James’ key to open the door and went straight to James’ bed, taking his cloak in a swift motion before realising Remus was still in his bed.

He was soundly asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, looking ever so peaceful. You stared at him for a minute, not realising you were staring until he frowned and moved a little in his sleep. Peter had clearly left a while ago, his bed a total mess, since he had rushed down to get a good fill of breakfast. You approached the boy “Hey Rem!” you whispered, as not to startle him, but he didn’t budge, which prompted you to move closer to him and gently place your hand over his shoulder, shaking it just slightly “Remus, class is about to start.”

Remus, still half asleep, and thinking you were Sirius, grabbed your arm and threw you onto the bed next to him, placing his forearm over your chest to hold you down in a move that you could only describe as a martial arts movement you’d seen in comics at some point.

You gasped, it all happened too fast “Ooofff... if you didn’t want to wake up, you could’ve just told me…” you joked as you stared right into his eyes, he was hovering over you, pressing you into the bed a little harder than what would be comfortable.

“Dollface?” He asked confused, quickly getting off you “I’m sorry, I thought you were Sirius.”

Dollface? That’s a new nickname, you thought. “Do you normally push Sirius onto your bed like that?” you asked with eyebrows raised as you sat back on the bed to look at him better.

“It’s an inside joke,” Remus explained “Sirius did it to me once when I tried to wake him up.” He yawned, “Why are you here again?” He asked, a little confused.

“Came to get the boys’ robes,” You said, lifting yourself over him, who was sitting on the other side, to try and find James’ uniform that you’d grabbed previously. Remus held his breath as your hand crossed over his lap casually. Can she hear my heart racing? he wondered. The robe was now pooling on the floor, no longer neatly ironed as it had been, you winced when you noticed the state it was on, and let yourself fall back on Remus’ bed as if it were your own with a sigh “James went a little savage with training today,” you complained “I feel like my arms will fall off.”

Were you being a little dramatic? Probably, still, Remus felt like the only person you could complain to, you didn’t want to appear weak to anybody, let alone James who was way too preoccupied with the game, but with Remus it was different, you genuinely felt like he wouldn’t judge you for being tired, or for not managing to quite keep up with the other boys’ stamina.

“I might have something that could help,” He told you looking through his drawers.

You shook your head quickly, “Nu-uh, last time I took some of your medicine Remus, I ended up so freaking high I kept blabbering about how pretty Lily’s hair was, how nice your hands are, and how thirsty I was for Sirius.”

“You… like my hands?” He asked with a frown, taking a look at them, especially at the scars on them.

“And that wasn’t the only thing I said either,” you responded with a sigh, finally standing up, “We should probably go,” You told him, as you grabbed his sweater from the spot you’d left it next to your bag “Where do you put your dirty clothes?”

“What for?” He asked, turning around “Oh, that?” He approached you and took it in his hands before giving it a whiff “It’s not dirty,” he said before plopping it over his head.

“Didn’t I sweat it?” You asked with a little frown.

“Nah, it smells fine,” he said casually as he walked over to the bathroom, that was a lie, it didn’t just smell fine, it smelled bIoody delightful. He gave it another whiff as he sat on the edge of the tub and then quickly remembered what he was doing. Cursing himself for it and banging the wall, causing a potion bottle to fall on the ground and break into hundreds of tiny little pieces.

“You all right?” he heard you asking from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, fine, fine.” He said as he pulled his wand out and whispered “reparo.”

When he was out of the bathroom, Remus already had his school pants on, he didn’t bother to change his pyjamas nor his sweater before he plopped his robe on top.

“You found Sirius’ robes?” he asked as he approached you, you were rummaging through some of the drawers next to Sirius’ bed.

“He said on the dresser, but he didn’t say where on the dresser,” you complained.

“Bottom left drawer,” Remus replied simply, he was over at his desk, gathering some books and placing them on his bag.

You leaned down to get it and finally found the robe, pulling it out just to have a small sketchbook drop from it. You opened your eyes wide as you picked it up, looking back at Remus “Is this the–“

“–Yeah,” he said.

“You never got to see it, did you?” He shook his head in response. You looked at the small notebook, so tempting. Not only for you, in fact, it was just as tempting for the two. “Imma… Imma put it back…”

“Yeah, great idea,” he said and helped you close the drawer after you put the notebook back in the dresser.

“We’re super late.” He told you.

“Let’s run!” You said with a smile as you approached the door.

“Weren’t you knackered?”

You shrugged “We need to get to class anyway,” you said, nodding your head with a smile, Remus thought it was the most tempting smile he’d ever seen in his life.

“Fine then, let’s run.”

The two of you started running right after, down the stairs, through the common room, out of the portrait and towards the other set of stairs. You slid down some of the stairs’ handles and then continued running. Remus was keeping up with you easily, and he was having lots of fun. He was actually admiring the way your hair flowed behind you when you turned to him “Come on, we gotta hurry!” you said with another one of those diverted smiles that made him want to kiIl himself for liking you so much. When the two of you finally arrived outside of the great hall, Sirius, James and Peter were already there.

“Told you they’d come together,” Peter told Sirius “You woke Moony up, didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, leaning down and using your own knees for support as you regained your breath “he sleeps like a log,” you added.

“I wouldn’t say that…” Remus said, also panting a little.

“You ran all the way here?” James asked. You only nodded. “That’s great for strengthening your legs,” he said with a small approving nod. You threw his robe at him “Oi! Careful luv.”

“Stop pestering her about quidditch you plonker,” Remus said, finally standing straight, and handing Sirius his robe, their fingers brushed lightly as he did and he almost flushed. Fucking hell, this needs to stop. He made a mental note to call Alice later, she was really good at helping him forget, or at least distract enough to calm the urges down a little.

“Well then, let’s get going,” Sirius said as he handed you a sandwich wrapped in a napkin.

“You didn’t get anything for Rem?” you asked as you walked alongside them toward the classroom.

“Wormy didn’t tell us you hadn’t eaten until we were outside,” James said apologetically.

“No problem, we can share,” you said, giving it a bite and handing it over to the boy so he could do the same, he seemed rather hesitant “Unless you think sharing food is gross… We could cut it or–“

“No, it’s fine.” He said as he took the sandwich from your hands.

“It’s not like you’ve never exchanged saliva anyway,” Peter shrugged casually.

That had Remus choking on his bite and coughing a couple of times, you took an empty water bottle from your bag and whispered “aguamenti,” before handing it over to him. You then placed your hand over his to drag it closer to your mouth and give the sandwich another bite. Remus had gotten so red at that point you started to worry, maybe he was actually choking on something, he wasn’t. “Remus are you–“

“I’m fine, just, I choked for a second,” he lied. In truth, he’d actually gotten flashbacks to the time you’d both kissed when you randomly grabbed onto his hand and thank Merlin it seemed like he was choking because if he hadn’t he was sure Sirius would punch him in the face for it, and maybe he actually deserved it.

You all got to class a little late that day, Professor Bins had you practise a couple of cleaning spells as a punishment. But the five of you executed them so impeccably, that he ended up giving you house points for it.

Later on that day, you were sitting alongside the girls in the Great Hall during lunch when you heard the owls started to arrive. A few minutes later, a package wrapped in brown kraft paper dropped down right in front of you.

“Is it? it?” Marlene asked.

“I think so,” you nodded, ripping the paper open, only to find your quidditch sweater, along with the rest of the uniforms, you smiled widely when you saw it proudly put it on “It’s stunning.”

Marlene nodded in agreement, she still remembered the day she got her first Quidditch uniform delivered. Sirius was walking towards the table and as you were adjusting the sweater and whistled. You dеadpanned at him as he approached you with a cheeky grin, biting his own lip to avoid making it bigger “It suits you.”

“Thanks Puppy!” you replied, smiling as well. He sat beside you, unnecessarily close, not that either of you minded.

“All of your gear is here?” He asked as he looked through the rest of the items in the bag.

“All the new stuff at least,” you responded. The rest is already in my room, especially the protective stuff; James gave me some from when he was smaller, they’re still in great condition.

“Oh, you’ll take my goggles then.”

“I’ve got some of my own.”

“I’m aware,” he said. “But if you’re wearing James’ clothes, then you should also wear something of mine.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You frowned at his answer.

“For luck,” Peter intervened. “You know what they say, something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.”

“You can’t wear something blue on a match against Ravenclaw,” Tom intervened, even if he wasn’t a player, he was very passionate about Quidditch, mostly because he was friends with a bunch of players.

“Isn’t that for weddings?” Beth intervened as she placed a piece of bread in her mouth.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s for luck,” Peter repeated.

“It is for weddings,” Lily said then, “It’s a muggle thing. Besides, if she’s wearing some of the old stuff from James, she wouldn’t need anything else. That would be enough for the borrowed thing.”

“Oh, I know! You could wear blue undies!” Tom said suddenly, you threw him a warning look “What?” he said, “Ye lads ’re looking for problems, I’m getting solutions.”

“I’ve got this really old hair broach you could wear.” Beth offered.

“So that’s… Something old from Beth, something borrowed from James, something blue: Tom’s idea for the underwear, and something new,” Marlene said, pointing at the bag filled with new equipment as she said the last bit.

“Brilliant, now she can get married,” said Mary ironically, “Will you really do such a ridiculous thing for luck?” She said, turning to you.

“I, for once, think she’ll look great in blue undies,” said Tom with a shrug. That earned him a kick on the shin from Sirius, “Auch!” he complained “I was just saying.”

“You’ll still wear my goggles right?” He asked, throwing you his puppy eye look.

You sighed but nodded “Sure thing Puppy, I’ll wear your goggles.”

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She gasps as she feels Cora’s hands gently squeeze her breasts through her blouse.

“Sorry, love,” the dark haired, older woman smiles at her apologetically, “it’s one of the only ways I can know for certain. Might be worth you seeing a doctor though, just to be sure.”

“No!” She shakes her head vehemently. “No doctors. If mum finds out she’ll kill me.”

“Seems to me you’re not far along, but give it another month or two and you’re gonna start to show. You can’t hide it forever,” Cora tells her softly. “Does Abraham know?”

Feeling tears prickle at her eyes, she lowers her head, inhaling shakily. “N-no,” she replies, her voice wobbling. “God, Cora, what am I gonna do? Please don’t say anything.”

Cora sighs, stepping forward and pulling her into a tight hug. “I’ll pop some water on to boil and we’ll have a nice cup of tea. That always makes everything better.”

The Romani people had arrived into Grantchester six months ago, setting up camp on Mr. Ruskin’s land. They’d kept to themselves and caused no trouble, so there had been no rush from the farmer to move them on, especially when they were paying him good money to make use of his stables for their horses.

She had been enamoured with Abraham from the moment she’d laid eyes upon him. His intense blue stare and the way it had dragged slowly down her form from top to bottom then back up again had made her skin feel hot.

He felt impossibly tell as he’d approached her and introduced himself, a lopsided smirk upon his sharp, handsome features. From the way her heart raced as she’d told him her name she’d known instantly she was in trouble. She was going to fall hard for this man, and she had.

It was a warm summer’s evening, the sun hanging low and vibrantly orange on the horizon as they’d walked to the top of the grassy hill that overlooked the village, settling down onto its grassy bank.

“I like it up here,” she’d told him, “I come here when I’m feeling sad or worried. Nice to pull my head out of the clouds by being close to ‘em, y’know?”

He’d raised an eyebrow at her, that trademark smirk reappearing and she’d felt for certain he was going to make fun of her, until she’d felt the weight of his arm around her shoulder. It had made excitement flutter in her stomach.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t ever feel sad or worried,” he’d told her, pulling a brown glass bottle from his inner jacket pocket and holding it up to her, “Pal’s ginger wine, fancy a swig?”

She’d giggled, accepting the bottle from him and uncorking it before taking a drink. It had burned the back of her throat as she’d swallowed, making her eyes go wide as she’d covered her mouth with the back of her hand, coughing and spluttering.

Abraham had laughed, taking the bottle back off of her and rubbing her back. “Yeah, it’s a bit on the strong side. Go easy with it.”

They had shared their first kiss that evening, and the ginger wine tasted so much sweeter upon his lips than it had from the bottle. His lips pressed against hers firmly, yet felt soft against her own as he’d threaded his fingers into her hair, their breaths heavy as his tongue had slipped against her own.

Every night after that had been filled with his presence, his large hands wandering over her curves as their mouths had moved together.

When he’d pressed inside of her for the first time, as they’d laid against a blanket on the hay, she’d winced slightly, tensing up at the uncomfortable sting. He moved with such self assuredness that she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, acrid and bitter in her chest. How many girls had there been before her?

Her worries were immediately pacified the moment he’d sensed her discomfort and pulled back slightly to look her in the eye, his palm cupping her cheek. “Is this your first time?” He’d asked quietly.

She nodded, embarrassment heating her skin, and averted her gaze with shame.

Abraham had grasped her chin between thumb and forefinger, brushing the tip of her nose with his. “Good,” he’d whispered, “that means you’re mine.”

He had kissed her passionately, his movements inside of her slow and gentle.

God, I love you, she’d thought, and every day since then the feeling had intensified.

It had been half a year of bliss, and she had been too wrapped up in her whirlwind romance with her handsome traveller to take any notice when she’d missed her monthly bleed the first time. However, when a second month had passed without any sign of it she had noticed and grown worried. Her breasts felt tender and she was more tired than usual.

The thought of telling her parents she might be pregnant had terrified her, she was sure they’d disown her. Cora was a kind, motherly figure of the Romani people’s camp and had always been welcoming to her, she had felt like the safest option.

Now as she sits opposite her, her hands cradling the comforting warmth of a cup of tea, she knows she’s made the right choice.

“I can’t tell Abe,” says quietly, figures stroking against the delicate china of her tea cup. “We’ve never even said I love you. He won’t want a baby with me, I was just a bit of fun until you all move on again.”

Cora tuts, pushing a plate of biscuits towards her. “You do both of you a disservice. That boy loves the bones of you, anyone can see that. Tell him.”

“What if he finishes with me?” She asks worriedly, her eyes big as she stares across the table at her.

“Then I’ll give him a bloody good clip round the ear,” Cora quips, snatching up a custard cream from the plate.

She feels lighter as she steps out of the caravan, more prepared to deal with the burden she has to bear. Filled with courage from Cora’s words, she makes her way towards the stables, knowing that’s where she’s most likely to find Abraham at this time of day.

Hearing voices as she gets closer, she pauses, listening intently to the conversation, keeping herself out of sight.

“So you’ll be ready for us to make a move once this thoroughbred’s sold then?” She hears Pal ask.

“Yeah,” comes Abraham’s response, “she’s fast, so she’ll sell quick.”

“And what about your missus, is she alright with all of this?”

“She’s a good girl,” Abraham says, “easy going, she’ll give us no trouble.”

Her heart lurches in her chest, her throat feeling tight and she turns and walks quickly away in the direction of home.

She’s a good girl, easy going, she’ll give us no trouble.

The words play on a loop in her mind. Abraham’s easy summer fling, one that will give him no hassle when it comes time for him to abandon her and move on to the next town, the next girl. Is that really all she is to him?

Hot, fat tears roll down her cheeks as she bows her head, wrapping her arms around herself, willing her feet to move faster, so she can fall apart in private. The thought that she is carrying the child of the man who plans to leave her is more than she can handle.

She shuts herself away in her bedroom for the next couple of days, feigning illness to her parents. It’s not a complete lie, the morning sickness has begun in earnest, though she is displeased to find it doesn’t have the courtesy to restrict itself simply to that time of day, and waves of nausea have her crouching over the porcelain at all hours.

This is the longest she has gone without seeing Abraham since they met, and in spite of the fact she knows their relationship is doomed to fail, she can’t help but miss him. When she’s not vomiting up the tea and toast she’s fought to keep down, she’s curled beneath her duvet, fear and sadness gnawing at her. What will she do without him? What will she do with a baby?

It’s early afternoon, and her dad is at work, her mum out running errands, when she sees the small pebble sail towards her bedroom window, dinging loudly off of the glass as it makes contact before falling away again.

She feels a rush of excitement as she looks out to see Abraham standing on the path below, looking up at her. Despite everything she cannot help what she feels for him, can’t deny the effect he has on her. He gestures for her to come down, brow furrowed slightly in concern.

Dread forms a hollow pit in her belly. Has he come to tell her he’s moving on, to end things? She is not sure her heart can take hearing him say the words to her, yet she slips on her shoes and goes outside anyway.

Abraham moves to embrace her, but pauses, stepping back as she hovers by the front door. “Your mum and dad in?”

She shakes her head and he visibly relaxes, posture becoming less rigid as he reaches out and takes her hand.

“Not seen you for a few days,” he tells her, “everything alright?”

She stares at where their hands join together, then up at his face and suddenly it feels as though she can’t breathe. She doesn’t want this to be her final memory of his touch, the clasp of his hand in hers as he breaks her heart.

Snatching her arm back, she swallows thickly, ignoring the way his eyes widen and his lips part slightly in apparent shock. “No. No, I’m not alright,” she says, voice wobbling.

Tell him.

She can’t. She doesn’t want the reason he stays to be because she has trapped him by falling pregnant. She wants to be enough for him, but the fact that he has her and wants to leave anyway tells all she needs to know; she isn’t.

She presses on, not giving him the chance to interrupt her. “I heard you and Pal in the stables the other day. I know you’re leaving, I just wish you’d had the decency to tell me sooner. So, if you’ve come here to finish with me, I don’t wanna hear it. I know. Spare me.”

Her breathing is laboured by the time she finishes speaking and she’s crying once more.

Abraham steps forward, his own eyes watery as he reaches for her. “Please, I–”

“Don’t,” she chokes out, before spotting her mum coming from the end of the lane.

Abraham follows her line of sight and stuffs his hands into his pockets, walking quickly away in the opposite direction, as she steps back into the house. She slams the front door and runs up the stairs to muffle her tears into her pillow. She doesn’t emerge for the rest of the day, falling into an uneasy sleep.

It has been four days since she overheard Abraham and Pal’s conversation, three days since she left the house, and the walls are beginning to feel as though they’re closing in on her. She is desperate to get outside, to breathe in fresh air and clear her mind and body of the heartache that plagues her.

She heads for her favourite hill. The climb feeling more tiring than it usually does, a side effect of her being pregnant she supposes. She wonders if she will have to stop coming here altogether as she gets bigger. The thought makes her sad. She is losing everything she loves.

The tickle of the grass against the backs of her legs as she sits down, coupled with the gentle breeze on her skin, has her closing her eyes, turning her face up towards the sun, enjoying its gentle warmth.

Staying like that for a few moments, she smiles to herself, savouring the first time her mind has been quiet since Cora confirmed her suspicions about her current condition.

She senses the sunlight darken through her eyelids and slowly opens them to see Abraham standing over her.

Her mouth turns downwards, her heart sinking.

He’s come to finish what he started.

“Alright?” He says, long limbs folding as he settles beside her on the grass.

She sighs. “Why’d you follow me here? I’ve said all I’ve gotta say.”

“Good for you,” he says, narrowing his eyes, “but I haven’t, so you’ll listen for once. I’m not leaving you. What you overheard the other day was Pal asking about me planning to bring you with us, you misunderstood.”

Tell him.

“I’m pregnant,” she blurts, acting on Cora’s advice before she has the chance to talk herself out of it.

Abraham’s eyebrows raise, his baby blues widening as he stares at her wordlessly for a moment. Time feels as though it stretches for an eternity, and she worries he’ll simply get up and walk away, but then he smiles, a wide grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes and makes them twinkle.

“Just as well I’m taking you with me when we go then,” he says, placing a hand on her knee and squeezing gently.

She sighs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms around her middle. “You aren’t obligated to me just because you got me up the duff.”

“I know that,” he says, his hand never leaving her thigh, “but I meant what I said, I won’t leave you, baby or no baby. Look–”

He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a delicate gold wedding band, and she gasps.

“This was me nanna’s. Mam held onto it, wanted to give it to her daughter. Unlucky for her, she had all boys, so she said whichever of us got married first could have it. Been carrying it round since we first kissed, I’ve always known I wanted to ask you.”

“You were gonna ask me to marry you?” She asks in disbelief.

Abraham nods. “I still am. Figured you wouldn’t wanna come with me if I didn’t make an honest woman outta you, and well…I love you.”

She sniffles, resting her head against his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her, pulling her close. “You’re not angry that I’m pregnant?” She wonders aloud.

“Not at all. It’s not happened in the order I thought it would, but that’s life, I s’pose. Just means you might look a bit fat in your wedding dress.”

She huffs a laugh, swatting at him playfully and he grins.

“So, we’re doing this then?” He asks.

“Yeah, looks like we are,” she smiles up at him.

“Good, ‘cause I wouldn’t leave without you.”

#abraham x reader #abraham x y/n #abraham x you #abraham imagine #abraham smut #abraham angst #abraham grantchester #ewan mitchell #abraham fan fiction #abraham fanfiction #abraham fan fic #abraham fanfic #grantchester #grantchester abraham #grantchester fan fiction #grantchester fanfiction #grantchester fan fic #grantchester fanfic

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It is I! I’m gonna be talking about Velvette finally. Also I hadn’t read your post yet but you asked for some help with stolas Ozzie and fizz and fortunately for you I’m hyper fixated on helluva boss and Hazbin hotel so eventually once I’m confident I’ll try to give you my ideas.

Now Velvette is a mix between vox’s personal obsession and Val’s cosmetic interest towards the reader. She learns of the reader from Val and Vox, and gets mixed information from the two, Val speaking of the reader based on how defensive Angel has been to Val and Vox shareing the less interesting parts of the readers life (like their hobbies) I personally find Velvette will be the last to grow an interest, but even when she does I think it’ll be more moderate, at least compared to Vox who I personally headcanon infodumps about the reader.

Also if the reader meets Velvette I feel in a way Velvette would be the least scary, because she isn’t that tall looks relatively human and uses internet lingo (also my head canon, and this is not to say the reader uses slang or internet terminology its just the reader might be familiar with it)

Velvette at first only tolerates Vox’s tangents about the reader for Vox’s sake, I know for a fact that Val would get impatient or say something snarky that bothers Vox. And because of velvette’s tolerance to him he might bless her with saved footage of the reader that he treasures or thinks is intimate (for example the reader writing something important in a diary or drawing something that might be expressing how they really feel. Or a honest smile that they rarely hold).

I also can imagine once Val has finally taken an interest of the reader, and thinks about them more often, Velvette and Val have conversations about them, without Vox though, because their contrasting perspectives on the reader has caused some tension. Val shares this morbid conception of the reader, comparing them to a pet, and sharing some information he managed to gather from Angel Dust, albeit little information.

This obviously puts Velvette in this unique position where she’s hearing information about the reader from two separate sources, and at the same time her conception and image of the reader being blend of Val and Vox’s. Val’s image of the reader being something worth complimenting makes Velvette see the reader as this doll. And Vox’s more intimate and personal image of the reader pushes Velvette to think the reader might be a chill nice person to be around.

And how this mixed conception applies is more calm? Or natural? Compared to the other two, who have more extreme conceptions. For example once Velvette takes a small liking to the reader she starts noticing certain clothes and fashion choices that don’t look good on her might look really good on the reader. When a model of hers presents an outfit Velvette might think ‘this’ll look really cute on the reader’, Velvette might even find songs that remind her of the reader (I personally see her as a gal who listens to a lot of music and values music taste. But this is also just a headcanon)

Velvette doesn’t constantly think of the reader, it’s only when certain things remind her of the reader, which just tells me that she isn’t that obsessed. She probably likes the idea of enforcing her tastes onto the reader but otherwise also enjoys some of the differences between her and the reader. It makes her a little more open to subgenres in music and fashion (especially if the reader is into that)

Velvette is basically the type of girl who might push reader into doing things that they don’t want, but she also would balance it out by letting the reader do things they want. She wants the reader to adopt some of her tastes and mannerisms, but she’s also just as equally interested in the readers tastes and mannerisms. Sure she might not fully respect the readers boundaries but at least she isn’t going out of her way to dehumanize them like Val does.

She’s much more moderate because she rarely ever hears of or sees the reader, and I imagine some things might change once she meets or interacts with the reader. Like I imagine her being the type to get really jealous and maybe might make the reader a little insecure to ensure they stay with her. But at the moment she probably doesn’t think that way cause until she gets to spend time with the reader she’ll probably be more interested instead of obsessed.

yeah more stuff. I'm really excited to hear your stuff about Helluva Boss.

Yeah like I mentioned in my last post, Velvette is kinda in the middle when it comes to her obsession for reader. She doesn't necessarily want to know everything about them like Vox, but also doesn't see reader as an object like Val. I think like you mentioned, Velvette wants reader to become like her, sorta. She still wants reader to have a personality separate from her own, but that doesn't stop her from pressuring reader into doing things they don't want to do, especially if she believes it's something she has to do.

I think everything Velvette has learned about reader she's learned against her own will, either from Val or Vox. It's even worse when they're arguing about reader because they barely acknowledge she's there. However, this works to her advantage because she doesn't have to work real hard to learn about reader. She's also smart, and knows how to talk about you based on who she's speaking with. When she's around Val, she's more possessive, objectifying even. While when she's with Vox she's more open and aware of readers emotions. This makes it hard to know what she truly thinks of reader.

But once she does gain an interest in reader, she's a pure mixture of both of the men she lives with. She's jealous and mean in ways that are reminiscent of Val, but also very aware of readers emotions like Vox. I don't think she, or anyone else for that matter, is really aware of what she actually feels for reader, but she doesn't really get a choice to not be exposed to them, so she might as well buckle up for the ride.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #platonic yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

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just-aake · 10 months

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No Regrets

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: What if Natasha has a chance to change your fate?

Warnings: slight angst, some fluff

Words: 1324

a/n : flashbacks are italicized

Your laughter rings out in the coffee shop from where you sit with your coworkers.

Natasha’s heart aches at the familiar sound that she hasn't heard in so long, gazing at you from afar.

She was sitting at a table in the corner of the shop, close enough to observe you but also hidden from your direct sight.

Her hair was tucked under a cap so only the blonde ends of her braid were visible. Her eyes were also shielded by sunglasses, hiding her face from your view.

Though she doubts you would be able to recognize her anyway, especially since technically at this point in time, you two have yet to meet.

Steve and the others were still in the process of planning how to access the lab where the infinity stone was being kept, so Natasha took the opportunity to slip away.

It was reckless, she knows, but seeing you again after so long makes it all worth it. She has an opportunity to make things right.

Natasha raises her cup to mouth, taking a sip. The warm taste of hot chocolate brings her back to a memory of the two of you together.

You jump onto the bed next to Natasha, immediately moving closer to lay your head on her lap.

“Careful, Y/n, you’re going to make me spill,” Natasha warns as she sets her mug down on the nightstand before placing her hand on your cheek, her thumb caressing your face gently.

Her other hand currently holds a report that she was reviewing for her next mission.

“I’ll just make you another one,” you smile up at her, placing your own hand on top of hers before bringing it to your lips to place a small kiss against her palm.

Natasha lets out a small laugh as she shakes her head at your usual antics, her eyes returning to the report in her hand.

The next moment was spent in peaceful quiet as Natasha reads while you distract yourself by playing with her hand, interlocking your fingers with hers and tracing old scars against her skin.

After a while, Natasha glances at you, fondness in her eyes as she watches you.

Ever since she met you, you brought happiness and love into her life. Your smile brightens her day. Your gentle touch smooths her rough edges. Your words fill her with hope for a possible better future.

Honestly, meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to her.

But what about you?

As usual, whenever Natasha finally feels safe and happy, the constant fear and despair emerges from her subconscious, always reminding her that she only brings danger and destruction to those around her.

That she doesn’t deserve to feel happy after everything she’s done.

Natasha startles from her spiraling thoughts at your touch against her head, your thumb rubbing against her forehead. She looks down at you curiously.

You have a displeased look on your face as you continue to caress her.

“You’re frowning. What’s the matter?”

Natasha grabs your hand to stop your movements, moving them back down to her lap and interlocking them with hers to keep them in place.

She gives you a small smile, trying to reassure you.

“It’s nothing.”

You raise your brows at her, unamused, and Natasha sighs, knowing that you know she’s not telling the truth.

Natasha looks up at the ceiling, trying to find her words.

“Do you…”

She sighs again and closes her eyes. Her question comes out softly in a whisper.

“Do you ever regret meeting me?”

A beat of silence passes.

She doesn’t hear anything. Natasha opens her eyes and looks back down at you. You have a small smile on your face.

“Why do you think I would?” You throw a question back at her.

Natasha shakes her head, a million reasons flow through her mind, each one convincing herself that she doesn’t deserve to have you in her life.

“Why wouldn’t you? With my past, everything I’ve done, the secrets and missions, not to mention the dangers and enemies. Truthfully, your life would be a lot safer without me involved.”

You hum in contemplation at her words, tilting your head back and forth in thought.

“The lab got broken into last week” you stated nonchalantly. “I think they were targeting Tony’s floor but ended up in mine. They were definitely surprised to see anyone in there that late.”

You smirked up at her, “I had them knocked out before security even showed up.”

Natasha has a shocked look on her face at the news.

“Why didn’t you tell me–?”

You waved away her question.

“You were on a mission. And everything was already taken care of by the time you came back.”

Natasha huffed, shaking her head at your relaxed response.

“That explains the new security measures added to your floor.”

You sit up, facing her, and continue, “The point is, I was able to protect myself thanks to you. You were the one who taught me how to fight and defend myself.”

At her look of disbelief, you cup her face and press your forehead against hers, looking in her eyes, to let her understand.

“You keep me safe, Natasha. Always.”

Natasha feels your lips close around hers in a soft kiss. Her eyes close as she pulls you closer to her, bringing you into a tight embrace as she deepens the kiss.

After a moment, you pull away and wrap your arms around her neck in a hug to comfort her. Your next words were whispered gently into her ear.

The ringing from the bell on top of the door brings Natasha back from her memory.

Her focus returns to you as you wave goodbye to your coworkers before heading towards the front counter to buy another coffee.

She stands up too and stops a distance behind you as you pay and grab your cup of coffee. You turn and walk by her without a glance in her direction, heading towards the exit.

This is her chance.

If she stops you from leaving now, she can change your future.

You would be safe.

Her hand reaches out towards yours. Right before she reaches you, your whispered voice echoes in her mind.

“I’d never regret meeting you, Natasha.”

Her hand closes into a fist at the memory, stopping herself, and slowly they fall back to her side.

Stepping back, she watches as the next moment plays out.

You were heading for the door with your coffee in your hand when the barista called your name causing you to look back.

Not paying attention, you bump into a person in front of you who had just entered the shop. The unexpected collision causes you to stumble into their arms, dropping all of your papers and spilling your coffee all over their shirt and jacket.

Natasha watches with a sense of sad nostalgia as her past self steadies you back on your feet and checks you for any more harm. Past Natasha has an amused smile on her face as you begin to profusely apologize while trying to wipe her shirt with some napkins.

The commotion allows Natasha to sidestep around the two of you, discreetly kicking away your keycard that grants you access to the lab where you and your team were about to study the stone. She picks up the card and quickly leaves the shop.

Stopping across the street, she turns back and watches as you attempt to compose yourself in front of her past self who she knows is already enamored by the girl.

You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, and she remembers the way you stumbled with your words, offering to buy her a drink as an apology.

With one last longing glance at you, she turns away and leaves to return to the team, hoping that this mission will be enough to bring you back.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst

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strgrlxox · 1 year

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༒ skin༺

✟ ꙳ og request here ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ y'all, subby ellie has me even more feral than normal . . . sb put me down :/ ꙳ ✟

“you want me to make you feel good, el?” you gently caress the wet skin on her arms, tilting your head back to get a better look at her. she whimpers so quietly, had you not been standing so close to her you would not have heard it. the lustful look in her eyes entrances you as she nods desperately. you smile. “come on, baby…use your words.”

“yes, please––want you to make it all better. i’ll be so good, i swear.” her voice is almost monotone, all her attention focused on the way your strap looked rubbing softly against her clit. her eyes flicker up from your teasing to your face, a light whimper leaving her mouth at the look on your face. “you’re so pretty.”

your smile spreads wider and you pull her face to yours, giving her a gentle kiss that ghosts over her mouth, so soft and tender it makes your knees buckle. “thank you, ellie. you’re pretty too, prettiest girl ever.”

she lets her hands rest on your hips and you take a moment to admire the way your skin tingles when she touches you. you step forward, encouraging her body to move back against the cold wall behind you, a small smile reaching your lips when she hisses at the coldness on her back.

you guide the strap to her center, gathering some of her wetness on the tip of it. your eyes never leaving her pussy, licking your lips like the sight of her made your mouth water.

“fuck, just do it.” she groaned, bucking her hips into yours.

“careful. or i won’t touch you.” you grumble, hands flying to her hair to pull her face back. it’s an empty threat, she’s got you so worked up after all. but it was worth it to see the pout on her face, it’s so cute you wanna kiss it off. “thought you said you were gonna be good?”

“m’sorry."

you pull her back to you, letting her chin rest in the crook of her neck. she moaned in your ear when you finally slipped inside her. fuck, she sounded so good, so pretty.

she gripped your shoulders when you began to move at a focused pace. choked moans leaving her mouth over the sound of the pelting shower.

“it feels––fucking amazing.” she shut her eyes tight, tilting her head so you could suck and kiss at her neck.

“there you go, ells.” you coo, the movement of your hips never faltering. “you’re doing so good, for me, baby…so, so fucking good.”

she moans at the feeling of your lips. “holy shit, y/n…can you go faster? please––fuck––please go faster.”

she let her hands tighten around your hips, nails digging into your skin. while you pulled in and out of her at an accelerated pace. you laugh at the way her eyes roll back, mouth chasing hers to taste every sweet noise she makes.

your hands trail down her hips, onto the back of her thighs––you pull away from her lips only far enough to rest your forehead on hers. you watch as she mewls and squirms in your hold, a huff leaving your mouth. “did you forget your manners? you really are desperate, huh?”

“thank you! i’m sorry.” she rushes out, eyes snapping up to meet yours. her moans getting louder, a sign that let you know she was close.

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” your hands caress her skin, loving the way she felt underneath your fingertips. she nods, her moans growing louder. “yeah, i know. give it to me, i need it.”

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hqbaby · 9 months

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seven — kinda nice

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2.6k content. swearing, oral (m receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, handjob, use of pet names, aftercare

“Don’t,” Yukie says, holding a hand up as if to stop you from speaking.

You frown. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you were going to.” She keeps her head down, focused on her notes. “You were going to talk about wanting to drop out again.”

“I was not.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

Yachi hushes you. “Are we studying or not?”

You point an accusatory finger at Yukie. “She started it!”

“Y/N, I love you, but can you just please focus,” Kiyoko joins in, looking at you desperately. “Your next exam’s worth 40% of your grade.”

You cross your arms and lean back against your seat. Like a stubborn child. “I know that,” you say. Although you were pretty sure it was only 30%. Maybe you actually should have been studying. You shake your head at the thought, then, “Can I have my phone now?”

“No!” they all say in unison.

“But what if ‘Tsumu texted?”

Yachi groans. “That’s exactly why you can’t have your phone,” she tells you. “You get way too distracted.”

“I do not.”

“Do too!”

“Oh my fucking god!” Kiyoko exclaims. She stands up and marches over to the corner of the room, furiously opening a drawer then slamming it shut. When she gets back to the table, she slides your phone over to you. “Just be quiet.”

“Okay,” you whisper, grinning as you take your phone to check it.

tsumu: u better be studying

You scream, hurling your phone across the room. The three girls look at you in disbelief as you offer them a guilty smile. “Sorry.”

The summer semester rolls away unceremoniously. You spend two weeks hunched over your desk, finishing papers and preparing for your final exams, getting an average of three hours of sleep every night. You run on nothing but coffee and instant noodles, only leaving your room to study in a different setting with your friends who are suffering too.

When you finally pass your last exam—your professor only nodding to acknowledge your existence—a wave of relief washes over you. The war has been fought. The battle is won. And you’re absolutely exhausted.

“I’m gonna sleep forever,” you say excitedly, digging into the salmon bento Atsumu brought you. “Fuck me, this is good.”

“I’ll tell ‘Samu ya like it,” he says, eating his own with gusto. “Ya can say no, but d’ya wanna come to my place tonight? We can watch movies and eat and sleep.”

You nod your head vigorously. “I’d like that,” you tell him. “I’d like that a lot.”

He smiles. “Good.”

Things between the two of you have been going well. You’ve been hanging out for more than two months now and you surprisingly feel no urge to bolt just yet. He’s a good friend and a good person, you like spending time with him. You’ve even started getting close with his friends and the rest of the volleyball team—much to Oikawa’s dismay.

It’s even given you a reason to see Suna more, which is always nice. You’ve learned that he’s pretty much the same person when he’s around his friends. Quieter, maybe, and a little colder towards you (because you aren’t supposed to be close), but still the same Suna that you’re used to. It’s been interesting getting to know him this way. You don’t mind it at all.

Everything’s been good. You’re having a lot of fun.

Atsumu drops you off at your residence hall after lunch, promising to pick you up later. You give him a kiss and thank him before sending him on his way.

Your room is empty when you get there. Kiyoko’s probably out with Tanaka, you think as you flop onto your bed. The blankets are warm and soft and freshly washed thanks to your roommate who freaked out when you told her you hadn’t washed them in weeks.

You’ll have to get up eventually. Take a proper shower and put on something comfortable. Pack a bag for Atsumu’s place. Maybe grab a cup of coffee. But, for now, you set an alarm and let yourself sleep.

You deserve it.

The twins’ apartment isn’t what you expect at all. You’ve been to other boys’ places before and they all have a recurring theme—Suna with his dirty socks by the door, Oikawa with his hoard of unreturned clothes with price tags still on them, Iwaizumi with his giant Godzilla stuffed toy that he never acknowledges (which you should never acknowledge either)—you thought you’d find something similar in Atsumu and Osamu’s place.

But no.

All you’re met with is a barren wasteland. A living room with nothing but a plain couch and a television. A kitchen with no plates or cups or cutlery. An entryway with no shoes, no mat, no coat rack. Empty. Completely devoid of any signs of life.

“Did you get robbed?” you can’t help yourself from asking.

Atsumu lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. “It’s not that bad!”

“‘Tsumu.” Your wide gaze meets his. “Do you need money?”

He rolls his eyes at your theatrics. “C’mon,” he says, leading you to what you assume is his room. “Stop starin’ at my kitchen.”

“No, but, ‘Tsumu, seriously. There aren’t any curtains—”

When he opens the door, you’re met with, well, a regular room. A little messy, but bursting with life. The complete opposite of the rest of the apartment.

“What?”

He leads you inside and closes the door behind him. “People get a little rowdy when we throw parties here,” he explains, “So we keep all the common areas clear of anythin’ they might break or steal.”

“Ohhh,” you say, everything clicking into place. “I get it now… I think.”

After the initial shock of his apartment wears off, you realize that you’re standing in his room and decide to look around. Now, this makes more sense.

His bed has been made, albeit a little hastily, and he’s obviously shoved a bunch of clutter under the frame. He has shelves, mostly empty, save for a few textbooks and a volleyball signed by someone Oikawa would probably scream about if he knew. His desk is the tidiest part of the room, with nothing but his laptop and a stack of notebooks to the side. It makes you smile thinking about what he might look like when he’s sitting there and doing his homework.

He picks his laptop up and hops onto his bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit down. “C’mon,” he says, pulling out a bunch of snacks from his bag. “I promised ya a movie.”

You take your place beside him, letting him put his arm around you as you snuggle into his side. “And sleep,” you say, opening a pack of sour gummy worms. “You promised sleep.”

“‘Course.” He smiles, opening his laptop and going to Netflix. “So, what d’ya wanna watch?”

You settle on a romcom—10 Things I Hate About You—and you do exactly what Atsumu said you’d do. You watch and eat and drift in and out of sleep. It’s nice having him beside you, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. It makes you feel safe.

When the movie ends, you decide it’s still too early for dinner, so you put on something else. This time, Atsumu picks. A horror film. The Cabin in the Woods.

As the characters on screen scream, you and Atsumu find yourselves in a rather heated makeout session. You’re straddling him, holding yourself up with both your hands on his shoulders. His legs are bent to keep you closer to him, his arms wrapped around you, hands going dangerously low.

He pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your neck, occasionally stopping to suck at the vulnerable skin. You throw your head back and whimper, unable to bring yourself to complain about the marks he’s leaving. It just feels so good.

Without even realizing it, your hips start to grind against him, searching for some relief for the growing heat in your stomach. It’s only when you feel just how hard he is underneath his sweatpants that you come to your senses.

You look down to see him kissing your collarbone, eyes blown as he looks at you.

“Do ya wanna—”

“Yes.”

A smirk falls over his lips as he moves his mouth away from you and closes his laptop, pulling your t-shirt over your head. His hand slips behind you and unhooks your bra with practiced ease, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. He descends on your breasts, holding each with one hand, licking one nipple and playing with the other with his thumb.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing the soft flesh. Then, he’s undressing you again, this time pulling down your bottoms, leaving you completely naked on top of him. He runs his large hands over your body. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Not fair,” you whine, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “You’re still dressed.”

Atsumu laughs at that. “Yer impatient, huh?” He cranes his neck to kiss you. “Gotta learn to wait, baby.”

Despite his words, he gets rid of his clothes anyway, helping you off of him so that he can remove his jeans and boxers. He stands at the side of the bed, rolling his clothes into a ball, his cock on full display.

You feel yourself swallow. He’s big.

“Like what ya see?” he asks when he catches you staring.

Instead of answering him, you crawl over to the edge of the bed and take him in your hands, pumping his cock before licking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. He groans. You move your mouth up and down, using your hands to rub the parts you can’t fit. Pulling back, you swirl your tongue over the tip before moving down again.

He watches as you work, trying to memorize the way you look right now. It’s an unholy sight—you stark naked, your head bobbing up and down, sucking him off like nothing in the world matters. He could die right then and there and he’d be a happy man.

“Fuck, Y/N, yer gonna make me come,” he says before pulling your head away. You stare at him with a raised brow and he adds, “I wanna fuck ya first.”

You grin, moving aside for him to sit on the mattress before you straddle him again. “‘Tsumu,” you moan as you slide your cunt over his length. “Want you to fuck me.”

He reaches for your core and touches your clit, listening to your reactions to see what you like, dipping a finger into you and bending it until he hits the right spot. Soon, you’re nothing more than a moaning mess slumped over his shoulder.

“Ya close?” he asks, nipping at the skin near your ear.

You nod wordlessly, whimpers pouring out of your lips.

“Come for me, then.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. It crashes into you as you stop grinding against Atsumu, your body wracked with pleasure. You hold onto him as he whispers praises into your ear.

“Did so good, baby,” he tells you, a soothing hand coming up to rub your back. “Still want me to fuck ya?”

You nod, coming down from your high.

“I need ya to say it, baby.”

“P-please fuck me, ‘Tsumu,” you say. “Please.”

He smirks. “Yer so polite,” he says, reaching over to a drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rips the package open and slides the latex down his cock. You gulp, reminded of just how big he actually is. “Yer such a good girl. Think ya can ride me, huh, good girl?”

You move your head mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight of him. “Yes, ‘Tsumu.”

“Go ahead then.” He nods. “Ride me.”

You lift your hips a little and take his cock in your hands. He hisses at the contact. Slowly, you line him up with your core and sink down onto him. Your eyes close at the feeling of him filling you up. When you’ve taken all of him, he gives you a moment to get settled. Then, you lift yourself up then fall back down again. The sound of slapping skin fills the room as the two of you moan at the feeling.

You do it slowly a few more times before you're bouncing on his cock, slamming yourself down again and again. You feel so full. “Feel so good, ‘Tsumu!” You moan. “So fucking good!”

His hands come up to cup your ass, fingers wrapping around the expanse of flesh. He halts your movements before drilling up into you, hard and fast. He watches as you throw your head back and your hands come up to hair.

“Yer so hot,” he says, pressing his face into your chest as he continues to thrust. “Takin’ me so well. So tight, baby.”

You can feel your second orgasm approaching. “I’m close, ‘Tsumu.”

“Let go, baby,” he tells you, voice straining slightly. He’s close too. It’s hard not to be when your pussy is gripping onto him that way, all warm and tight. “Let go for me, yeah? Like the good girl y’are.”

You let your high hit you again, hands scrambling to grab onto his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, scratching the flesh as he continues to move. “Fuck, ‘Tsumu!” Feeling his grip on you loosen, you start bouncing to meet his thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”

“Can I come on yer tits?”

You almost laugh at how meek the question sounds compared to everything else he’s said. “‘Course, baby.”

You get off of him and let your knees fall to the bed. You lean down and press your chest to his groin, slipping off the rubber and pumping his cock. Your eyes stay on him as you move. He looks absolutely divine.

In the darkness of his room, his blond hair catches a hint of light and shimmers above his head like a halo. He stares at you through his hazy gaze, the picture of a fallen angel.

Then, he throws his head back and cum shoots onto your skin. You keep moving until he puts his hand on your arm and pulls you up to kiss him. Your lips melt onto his. The kiss is nice and slow, the two of you holding onto each other as your heartbeats begin to level.

He pulls away first, grinning that boyish grin of his.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you say.

“Are ya hungry now?”

“Starved.”

“Let’s see if ‘Samu’s home. Get ‘im to make us dinner.”

“I hope he isn’t.” You wince. “We were kinda… loud.”

Atsumu shrugs. “Oh well.”

You hit his arm playfully as the two of you start laughing.

He gets dressed and helps you get cleaned up, grabbing a damp towel from his bathroom and placing himself between your legs. “Sorry, sorry!” he says when you hiss as he wipes you down. “Still learning.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at him, endeared by his concern. “Just a little sensitive.”

When he’s done, he gives you one of his shirts (a jersey from his highschool team) and a pair of boxers to change into. There’s something so careful about the way he moves. Like he doesn’t want to scare you away. As you watch him go around his room—asking what you want, asking you if you’re sure you’re okay, insisting you at least drink some water—you feel your heart swell a little. It all just feels so… nice.

In fact, you’re so swept up in Atsumu that you don’t even see your phone light up in the darkness of the room. A text message just waiting for your reply.

rin: u wanna have dinner?

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