#fanfiction x reader

[itsbuckytm]

Distraction / Coriolanus Snow

Summary : Coriolanus and You are both selected as mentors, and let just say that he whenever you feel a little too 'sociable' he gets distracted and would make sure to who you belong to.

Enjoy! (English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistake)

To ascend to the role of mentor demanded a blend of finesse, charisma, and an unblemished demeanor, qualities reserved for the privileged echelons of Panem's chosen. The revelation of one's inclusion wasn't a mere announcement but a unstable pause, a stillness punctuated by the resounding utterance of names until, unmistakably, yours found its place on the coveted list. 

Now, endowed not only with the prestigious title but also the requisite capability, you navigated the ensuing challenges with a sense of latent assurance. Throughout the process, an uncanny awareness gripped you, a conviction that Coriolanus’ watchful gaze bore into your very essence. An enigmatic conflict brewed within him, an unspoken desire for your exclusion even as he showered relentless accolades upon you. 

In the covert depths of nocturnal meetings within his private sanctuary, his expressions wove a tapestry of profound admiration and genuine regard. Strikingly absent was any semblance of feigned surprise at your nomination, suggesting an anticipation of fate's alignment. "Y/N, step forward." Your name resonated with a meticulous pride in the legacy of your family, prompting you to descend gracefully along with your peers. One by one, individuals were chosen to assume the pivotal role of mentor, all for what ultimate purpose? The perilous pursuit of victory in the Hunger Games.

Coriolanus, in stark contrast, observed each nuance of your demeanor. Whether it was your poised rise from the chair, the exuberant cheers of your friends celebrating your selection, or the unmistakable pleasure tinged with a touch of envy directed toward the other male. You consistently confided in Coriolanus about the depth of your friendship with this individual. However, despite your forewarnings and the reassurances delivered in your angelic voice, it appeared that these declarations did little to prevent Coriolanus from appreciating in disgust, the subtlest of gestures exchanged between you and your friend in that crucial moment—a simple yet profound hug.

As the ceremony drew to a close, Coriolanus lingered at the entrance, anticipating your emergence. A fervent desire to claim your attention exclusively simmered within him, yet he judiciously postponed exploring those emotions, allowing you the space to break free from the throng. The spotlight gravitated toward the newly appointed mentors, Coriolanus included, but he deliberately sought the sanctuary of distance and its attendant consequences. 

In the midst of joyous embraces shared between you and your chosen classmate, the vibrant hues of your smiles illuminated the tableau. When your eyes inevitably locked with Coriolanus's, a fleeting yet authentic smile on your lips wove a narrative of a carefully crafted excuse, suggesting an impending meeting with an urgency that, beneath its surface, concealed the true intention of drawing near to Coriolanus himself. "And I pondered, how in the world could I ever be chosen." You remarked with a momentary pause, a self-assured smirk gracing your features as you finally drew close to Snow. To this, Snow responded with a mirrored smirk, acknowledging. "Told you that you'd be selected. Can't say I was mistaken this time."

Flashing a subtle eye roll in response to his confidently asserted demands, you couldn't help but be amused by the way he carried himself. Not to mention, he felt the need to remind you of your privileged status as one of the select few chosen to be a mentor. Although you managed to conceal any traces of pride on your face, there was something intriguing about Coriolanus's sudden actions. The casual brush of his fingers against your waist, coupled with the assertive manner in which he approached you, conveyed a sense of control that he seemed to have gained from observing the ceremony. Despite the unexpected nature of his behavior, you didn't appear irritated; instead, you willingly let him take charge. 

Breaking the silence, you interjected with a pause, shifting your gaze momentarily from Coriolanus to your friend, who had earlier hinted at a noticeable intimidation for Coriolanus. Returning your gaze to Coriolanus, you added. "You know," With a slight emphasis. "If you continue with this overly protective demeanor, you might end up making the poor thing even more uncomfortable." The emphasis on the 'poor thing' became more pronounced as your full attention returned to Coriolanus.

"When do I ever come across as too cocky?" He inquired, arching a brow in a way that seemed designed to make you feel diminutive compared to his self-assured demeanor. As you observed him, you could have sworn his smirk subtly grew in response to the effect he was having on you. Moreover, he didn't shy away from expressing his desire, doing so with a degree of sophistication that bordered on subtle affection. If the dynamics of your relationship were as apparent as he made them seem, you might have suspected he was merely engaging in this for amusement. Consequently, he left you with no choice but to respond to his probing question. "I am genuinely surprised that I can endure such teasing." You replied, somewhat taken aback by the unexpected turn of the conversation.

As the room gradually emptied, you sensed Coriolanus' breath drawing nearer to your skin. His warm presence had a dual effect, both intimidating and strangely comforting, especially when his arm casually encircled your waist, indicating no intention of letting go. His gaze softened as he noticed the subtle glimmer in your eyes in response to his proximity, even though you hadn't consciously tried to make it obvious. "You know, you look oddly beautiful today." He remarked. Stepping back slightly offended from his comment, you decided to play along in this familiar game that invariably concluded with a well-timed kiss between the two of you. “You don’t look bad yourself.” 

In that moment, you experienced the gentle touch of his lips effortlessly gliding across your skin. Starting from your neck, his plush lips skillfully caressed and sucked at your soft flesh, leaving marks that would need to be concealed for the coming week, if not a few months, should he persist. Instead of dissuading him, you found yourself suggesting he continue, and he did. His free hand roamed down your entire body, drawing you closer to him. "You are mine," He asserted relentlessly, repeating the declaration without warning, as his lips now yearned for the connection with yours. "Mine until the end." He proclaimed with a conviction that left no room for doubt. 

"I am yours." Your voice whispered softly, almost like suppressed whimpers escaping your lips as you endeavored to keep any audible sounds at bay. The awareness of being in a public space heightened the need for discretion, as the uncertainty of potential intruders loomed. "Yours until eternity, Coriolanus Snow." You added. His smile widened, and amid the kisses, you felt his teeth gently sinking into your bottom lip, eliciting more of those restrained whimpers and a silent plea for him to continue. "We should be careful not to get caught." You reminded him, although his affections only intensified, fueling a growing desire for more. "Who cares if someone sees us, sweetheart," he dismissed, his words brushing aside any concern for discretion.

"I do." A voice, familiar yet elusive in its identification, caused both of you to freeze in place. Coriolanus' grip on your arm tightened, the intensity more pronounced this time. He refused to release it, his brows furrowing in anger. It was evident that the intrusion had upset him more than either of you could have anticipated.

Volumnia Gaul fixed her gaze on both of you, her eyes piercing and unwavering. A pause lingered, seemingly devoted to contemplating the fate she had in mind for the two of you, not to mention devising a fitting punishment. Her reluctance to do so was palpable, considering your shared reputation as the Academy's top students and mentor. "Dr. Volumnia Gaul..." Coriolanus broke the silence with his response. In his defense, given the way he had left you in a state of supplication and submission, you found yourself rendered in silent, unable to offer any immediate rebuttal. “I can explain.” 

"No need for it." She remarked, despite being well aware of the relationship dynamics between you and Coriolanus. While part of you yearned to inquire about the how of her knowledge, the weight of Gaul's reputation, coupled with her own legacy, left you feeling restless and apprehensive. The fear of inviting punishment held you back from probing further. However, to your surprise, Gaul chose not to impose any retribution. "Just be careful next time, especially you, Snow." She cautioned, emphasizing the importance of discretion in your interactions. 

As her figure faded from view, you raised a skeptical brow in response to her remark, a shared laughter ensuing from the peculiar conclusion it left. "What did she mean by 'be careful'?" An undercurrent of concern swept through you, but Coriolanus reassured you with a gentle caress on your face, assuring you that everything would be okay. "Nothing, I suppose. My distraction just makes me a little too vulnerable at times." He confessed. Observing him closely, you tilted your head with a smirk playing on your lips. "And..." You paused for a moment, carefully choosing your words. "Am I the distraction?"

“You are.” 

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[randynova]

Can you do a Kyojuro Rengoku smut story where Kyojuro and the reader eloped?

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ?: ʏᴇs

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟼.𝟸ᴋ

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ/ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

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A.N.: Hi, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it! This is my first attempt at writing for Kyojuro so I hope I did good! This is pretty long, and one of my requests that took long. I think I have at least 2-3 more like this. But hopefully, I can finish them all before school begins.

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"Stupid boy! How can you associate yourself with such a disappointment of a girl?! Courting the daughter of a crap cook?!" Shinjuro grits, taking a swig of sake and glowering at his son. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing! The liquid burned his esophagus as it ran down his throat, yet with the fury pumping through him, the alcohol did nothing but fuel his emotions. A groan leaves him and he throws the clay container at the slayer, missing Kyojuro's head by a few centimeters as it smashes into hundreds of pieces upon hitting the wall. "Ugh— what a worthless son you are! I can't even count on you to bring honor to this family…!"

Shinjuro knew your family very well and he despised them, especially your father, where even the mere mention of the man's name ignited a strong scorn within the former pillar. Even if he could care less about what his son did, he'll be damned if he allowed his eldest to bring the Rengoku name shame!

"What…?" Disappointment? Kyojuro thought bitterly, frowning. My [Name] is far from that….  

Yet, Kyojuro kept his mouth shut, trying to keep the bubbling anger at bay upon hearing the jibes from the former pillar. If anything, his mother taught him to never disrespect his father and a part of him still wished for his approval. However when Shinjuro continued his slander parade, grumbling about your 'disgraceful' family, dragging your name through the mud, and calling you 'an easy wretch who'd open her legs for anyone', Kyojuro felt his temper snap. It’s one thing to humiliate Kyojuro, but to snub his beloved for no good reason? Kyujuro would not stand for it.

Staring at his father, lips pressing into a tight-lipped smile and a darkened gaze, the man remained seated, seething in his spot whilst he clenched his fists. "Father, as much as I respect you, I cannot tolerate you insulting the woman I love–" Kyojuro could not finish his sentence.

The man cut Kyojuro off with a scoff, pushing himself off the floor, quickly moving onto his feet, and stumbling towards his eldest. Almost as if a firecracker had been lit beneath him, he shook with pure irate, thick brows knitting together, blinded with rage as he raised his hand. "Hah! 'Love'?! You of all people wouldn't know what it is with that thick fucking skull of yours!" Shinjuro grabbed Kyojuro's fiery hair and twisted his golden tresses between his fingers, hauling his son off the ground and flinging him to the floor. He didn't give his son time to react, his foot digging into the man's stomach as he shouts with pure disdain, "You're only nineteen! What the hell do you know about love?!"

"Father, I–" 

Shinjuro cuts his son off, practically spitting every word out in a venomous tone,"Shut up! Leave her! Let that damn girl live her life without you!" Shinjuro spits, the heel of his foot ramming into his son’s ribs,  "Ergh— for once, amount to something and find someone who isn't as worthless and talentless as you! Maybe then I'll finally be proud of a son like you!"

It's been a couple hours since the encounter where Kyojuro finally decided to announce to his father of his courtship to you, believing it would somehow make the older man just a bit proud of him. Perhaps even get his blessing as well! Afterall, the life of a demon slayer is unpredictable and who knows when it will ever be safe for Kyojuro to settle down, if ever. For once, he wants to live a life with you by his side, where he can finally be happy knowing he has a woman like you as his wife.

Yet even as his hopes were crushed, Kyojuro could not get his mind off it all, replaying his father's words over and over again as he made his way back to your home, kicking the dirt as he walked in the night. Shaky breaths left him, still getting heated just thinking about how his father insulted you. How dare he?!

You were one of the most kind and beautiful people he’s ever crossed paths with, truly the most remarkable woman in his eyes. One he does not ever regret meeting . With a sharp wit and strong resolve, you were by far the only other person to keep up with his chittering and bright character, as well as his odd but large appetite. It only spurred his interest in you more. Though the two of you have only known each other for a few months, he knew you were the one he wanted to marry one day. With a heart of gold and talent of ambrosia to cook the most delicious meals, he'd be a fool to let you go so easily.

Even if his father threatened to break you two apart —

"In the morning, I'm going to that damn cook's house and telling the bastard you're courting his daughter. Then we'll see how strong your 'love' is when she's engaged to someone else…"

— Kyojuro would make sure you will stay together. Thus, his own current predicament walking in the fields to the town you reside in. Hearing his father’s threat to break you two apart did dishearten him for a bit, but just the mere thought of surrendering you to another man so easily ignited a strange primal instinct within the man, one that made his chest feel heavy and his stomach twist. If there is any other man out there who dared take you from him, Kyojuro would not give up without a fight. You were his and his alone.

The slayer sucked in a sharp breath and sighed, defeated in getting his father's acknowledgement in your relationship. Then again, your relationship had not been officialized and had been a secret courtship, one that not even his closest friends knew. Yes, Kyojuro did want to announce his interest in you, yet he held himself back.

Part of him feared a demon finding you as a way to get revenge, while the other part of him didn't want to cause trouble for your family. Of course Kyojuro was familiar with the bickering going in-between the Rengoku and [Last Name] families, but he never paid much mind to it. It never caught his attention.

It wasn’t until the pillar stopped by your village to replenish and satiate his hunger, running across the small family restaurant. The name was familiar and he recognized it, though, the reason kept slipping his mind. At the time, only you and your mother were working, and after your mother’s refusal to attend to the man, you took it upon yourself to be a diligent server for the fiery man. To say he was stumped seeing you would be an understatement. 

A warm smile and mellow [E/C] eyes that had his heart thumping wildly in his ribcage, a voice as smooth and sweet as melting honey, a kind yet humorous character that had both of you chittering, stuck in a cycle of endless banter had it not been for your father kicking him out. In short, you left an impression on the man, especially after you gave him an extra order of beef nabe and sweet potatoes, asking him to please visit your family’s restaurant again soon. 

What can I say? The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. And he could not understand his father’s hatred for your family.

And he did visit, numerous times in fact over the course of the year. Kyojuro found himself going to your village to eat after every mission, even taking his brother Senjuro with him a few times to further extend his visit as long as possible. It became obvious to the small boy as he noticed his older brother’s flushed cheeks and change of behavior whenever you came by their table, leaning in towards you and bashfully smiling, not to mention the rain of compliments after every bite. Senjuro felt out of place and could only stare with an awkward smile.

These little visits allowed Kyjuro to get to know you better, from your favorite flowers, to a wish to own a certain article of clothing, or your dream to visit all of Japan one day — maybe even the world. And he hung onto every word as if it were sacred scripture.

To everyone around, it was clear that the man was absolutely infatuated with you. If only you could see it, he thought. 

It wasn’t until your father threatened him to leave you alone was Kyojuro pushed to finally ask for your hand — which you gladly accepted with a smile of glee. With gifts and flowers, the man soon charmed his way to your heart and soon, you just couldn't wait to see him again.

Each night he returned from a mission, you prepared him a bento box and both of you shared it under the moonlight, sitting on the porch of your home or the nearby fields. He would tell you of his battles, chat about his friends, boast about his little brother and so on - it just proved how much of a humble, yet selfless man Kyojuro was and you found yourself falling deeper.

The two of you grew close, closer than he ever anticipated.

Kyojuro would never forget the night he plucked you for the first time, shedding his cloak for you as he laid with you in the fields, declaring his love for you as he sunk deep into your fluttering heat. Your beautiful smile when you said you trusted him, holding his face with your hands and telling him you loved him — the joy he felt that day couldn’t be described by words. The memory made his own body turn mellow, corners of his mouth twitching.

From the praises spilling from his mouth as your hands carved crimson lines to his back, slow heated kisses pressed to your bare neck and soft breasts as he moved with gentle caution, to sharing a deep kiss whilst he spilled inside your womb. Oh, he could never forget your strangled cry as you weakly called out for him, pulling him flush against your body as you came, whimpering and gasping. 

You were his and his alone, the same way he was yours and only yours.

The intimate time he spent with you, he would forever cherish it — even the many nights that followed where you spent in his arms, hands interlocked, and losing yourselves in the rapture of your love. Suitor or Husband, Kyojuro would not dare to treat you as anything less than perfect.

Your courtship would be something he could never regret nor ever stop.

However, Kyjuro paused, stopping in his tracks.  Speaking of, your courtship has been going well and considering the circumstances, it would be time to propose sooner rather than later. Yet, he would not be able to have his own family attend his wedding, the same way you would not be able to have your own parents present. The exchange of rice wine had to be in front of both your parents to be official, but his own father disapproved of you, and your mother and father hated all Rengoku men. 

Tradition had it that a wedding ceremony had to be at a Shinto shrine, maybe a local one if neither one of you could find one, but overseen by a priest — it was all Kyojuro wanted for you. Yet…

Not a lot of priests would oversee a wedding on such short notice, and some did not have a liking to demon slayer. So another dead end there. Racking his brain, Kyojuro still contemplated what you two could do.

Mm, perhaps if he asked Ubuyashiki to officiate your wedding ceremony at a nearby shrine in place of an ordained minister and plead to his fellow pillars to be witnesses to the exchange of rice wine, then you would really have the wedding he promised you one day.

The only choice now was to elope to ensure this would come true before the morning fell and risk losing you. 

Now, all he needed was his bride.

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The chirping of crickets and the breeze of the wind running through the tall grass drifted through the air, the eerie silence of mother nature never breaking even as the soft tapping against your room’s shoji frame rang in the night. Stirring awake, your eyes slowly flutter open, taking a sharp breath at the abrupt disruption to your slumber. The noise came again, the pattering against the paper door pulling you out of your dozy state. 

Odd, who could be out this late? 

Who —

Your eyes shoot wide open once the realization hits you. Kyojuro returned! Sitting up and throwing your blankets off, you crawl quickly to the other side of the room, the dark silhouette of the man lined out clearly against the translucent cover, his hair swaying in the wind. You take a moment to smooth out any stray hairs and take a deep breath.

Shakily, you crack open the divider. Peeking out the door, your face lights up upon seeing the fiery man waiting with a bright smile, his hand mid-air. A twinkle crosses your features as he visibly perks up, golden hues dilating seeing his beloved. How cute.

You did not think as to why he came here nor ponder too long on how late he came to your house, as your heart pounced out of your chest at the mere sight of your suitor and you were more than ecstatic to see him again after so long. "Ah! Kyojuro….!" You squeal as quietly as possible, sliding the door fully open, and flinging yourself to him, arms draping around his neck as he nearly falls backwards with a grunt. For a moment, the thought of your parents slipped your conscience.

Kyojuro leans over slightly so as to let your knees rest on the surface of the porch, avoiding having his beloved strain her body for a simple hug.  “Mm, hello to you as well, my love….,” he titters softly, his smile shifting into a wide grin, regaining his composure and wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing his palm to your upper back. His eyes fall shut whilst burying his nose into your hair and inhaling your honey-sweet aroma. The man’s heart thumped widely in his ribcage and you could feel every beat as it etched a tattoo against your bust. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, basking in one another’s presence as you remained in his warm embrace. The pillar could never get tired of the excitement you greet him with every time you see him, even if it’s only been a couple days since he’s seen you — which is rare— but it might as well have been years. If it were up to either one of you, you wouldn’t leave each other's side for a second.

Pulling away slightly,  your eyes meet his lively gaze, soft fingers trailing to his jaw, and cupping his face, running the pads of your thumb over his cheek bones. He leans into your touch, brows raising in content as he melts into your tender hand. It always made your heart swell when he preened at your attention. Sighing sharply, he places his own palm over yours and engulfs it, giving it a soft squeeze whilst still having a hand planted to the small of your back. This is one of the few things he looks forward to when reuniting with his beloved, craving it nearly everyday.

You hum, nuzzling your nose against his own, pulling a small chuckle from him. He bites the inside of his cheek, blood rushing to his face at the small action. "Kyojuro, I missed you…," you mutter with a slight purr, [E/C] hues boring longingly into his own before fluttering close, shrinking the distance between you two and locking your lips together The man holds your body close, slowly tilting his head and deepening the kiss. A small whimper drummed in your throat, parting your mouth wider and allowing Kyojuro to dip his tongue into the wet cavern, wet clicks drifting into the air. Hearing the cute noises you made had him wishing to hear more, almost enough to make him forget why he arrived here in the first place.

With much reluctance, he pulled away, panting as he murmured with a hoarse tone,  "Ah, we… I must discuss something with you. It’s… it’s important….”

Thrumming, you nod, looking at him expectantly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, opening his mouth yet nothing came out. You always made him tongue-tied on its own, but tonight, it was different. He could hardly find the words to bring up the urgent topic, knowing he would go on a tangent and avoid the statement altogether out of nerves. Before he knew it, the words slipped out without a second thought —

"Marry me, [Name]."

"Huh?!" You pushed yourself off of Kyojuro and stared at him in shock, clasping a hand over your mouth. You hoped your sudden outburst hadn't awoken your parents but part of you could not believe what he had asked you. The man did not seem deterred and gently took your hand from your face and joined it with his awaiting grasp, squeezing them tightly.

Rich and lucid hues gazed at you, his features etched with a determined expression, voice low and earnest as he pleaded to you, "Please marry me today and make me the happiest man alive knowing I have a woman as great as you as my wife. " Even hearing it again seemed surreal, but your brain went haywire at the declaration.

"Kyojuro, I… I," you mutter, fumbling over your words as heat rushes to your face, eyes shifting back and forth between his bright golden n' ruby eyes and your intertwined hands. The moonlight poured over you two and for a moment, he seemed to glow, noticing the blush coating his cheeks.

"Let me take care of you, my sunshine…," he begs once more, using the nickname that always had your heart pittering. "You bring my heart much joy and I cannot imagine anyone else to spend the rest of my life with."

Letting his words sink in, you began to wonder about his words. You’ve always dreamt of getting married since you were a small girl, tying the knot with the man of your dreams, and having a large family. He knew that, yes. Yet, as where you were now, the perfect man sat across from you, pouring his heart and soul to you, pleading you to be his wife. Of course you wanted to say accept his offer! But your family — life cruelly had a twisted fate in blessing you with parents that do not want you to waste a single breath on a man who was willing to give you a piece of heaven itself.

Though, for so long, you always did what was expected of you, never what you wanted. And for once, you wanted to control the direction of your life. Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard you and smiled.

You don’t know when the two of you began to kiss, feverishly meshing your lips together in a heated sync as you retreated back into your room, stumbling over your feet as you shared each shaky breath, bodies flush against each other. Stray hands gripped his shoulders, both of you fumbling to strip yourselves of the restricting clothing. Though neither one of you dared pull back, even as the air became scarce, wanting nothing more than to be close.

Slipping his cloak from off his shoulders and tossing it to the side of the room, the man watched as you hastily unbuttoned his uniform, nimble fingers hooking around the waistband of his slacks before unbuckling his belt, pressing a heated kiss to your lips in between. Never has he seen you so desperate, so needy, pawing at his broad chest, running your hands over his muscles and shedding him of his shirt before knotting themselves in his hair. Yet, the way you pulled him close with a harsh tug made his heart swell, knowing you wanted him as much as he wanted you, feverishly connecting your mouth to his.  A string of spit connected your mouths as you parted, your hands still entangled in his locks, breathless and gasping with hazy minds and glazed-over eyes.

Even as he wished for both more than to bury himself inside you, Kyojuro did not wish to hurt you in the midst of trying to remove your clothing in a haste. Tears of pain was the last thing he wanted. Carefully, he peeled away the yogi enveloping your body, shedding away the fabric and revealing the soft skin of your small frame, swallowing dryly. Coarse fingers brush across your exposed skin, pushing the fabric down your arms until it falls to the floor with a soft thump. He followed suit, nudging you backwards until your back met the surface of your futon, his taut frame towering over your feeble form.

As you lay across the cotton sheets, Kyojuro’s eyes roamed your naked form with adoration, drinking in the bare skin of his wife with a newfound elation as you looked like a sinful dream come true. The soft glistening lips of your pussy under the glow of the moonlight looked so inviting, practically dripping in your arousal already, and he could hardly contain himself. The swell of your hips to the plumpness of your thighs garnered his attention, eyes taking in every curve and dip, ingraining each detail into his mind. Seeing his darkened expression, a small smile sets on your lips and you graze the side of your foot to his hips, tapping against his pelvis, and snapping him out of his lovesick trance. Of course, he had more than enough time to stare at you later.

Tonight, however, he intended to worship your body and make love to you.

He placed himself at your feet, running his hands up your smooth skin, and leaving a hot trail in his wake. Shuddering at the sensation of his calloused hands, hardened over the years of training brushing over you now with the intent to pleasure you. Giggling, you clench your thighs together, taking in your bottom lip between your teeth.  Groaning with delight, he nestles his face between your legs, spreading them apart with caring hands, his mouth salivating at the sight of your soft weeping cunt. His heart hammered in his chest, hot breath fanning against your flesh, and his eyes glazed over as he glanced at you. With a grin , he softly presses his lips to your heat, never breaking eye contact as he dips his tongue between your slick folds. 

“Ah…!” You clasp your hand over your mouth, sucking in a sharp breath as he wasted no time to lap tentatively at your cunt, slurping eagerly and licking long, flat strokes from your entrance to your aching clit. You could feel him smile against your heat, amused at how easily you slipped up. Though, you could care less at the moment.

Every swipe of his tongue had you arching your back as he made your lower abdomen tighten, grinding your hips into his hot mouth, moaning pathetically against your palm. Fuck, already the man had you slobbering on his chin, drawing strained cries from you as he prodded heavily and drew deep lines within your folds. You swore you could see the heavens themselves from each tentative lick.

Yet your throaty sobs sent him into a sort of frenzy, spurring Kyojuro on to continue his depravity. The slick of your core had already been coated with your sweet nectar, smearing his lips and becoming drunk on your flavor. Lewd noises trickled from where he laid, wet muscle applying enough pressure to have you writhing. "K-Kyojuro...!" You whine against your palm.

Your free hand finds its way to his sleek hair and knotting into his strands, trying to separate yourself from him before you made a mess. Yet the attempt was fruitless. The vibrations of his groans and grunts have you falling apart even faster, screwing your eyes shut as you call out to him weakly. Your thighs engulf his head, trembling in his grasp as he begins to suck on your clit, lips wrapping around the bud and pushing you closer to the edge. The twitching of your thighs gave you away and he knew you were close. So close to tasting you as he did many nights before.

Thick fingers grip at your plush, keeping you open as he carved out your sopping cunt with intense laps, swirling his tongue around your bud.  The muffled whimpers drove him further, slick and spit dribbling from his mouth. With a broken mewl, you gush into his awaiting mouth and spasm, bucking your hips as he drank your juices happily, tasting every drop you offered. You sucked in deep breaths through your nose, afraid to trust yourself to not make a noise, you weakly locked your quivering limbs around his temple.

God, you could never get used to him and his skilled tongue, but you were not complaining.

Pulling off with a pop, he left your poor clit alone before nudging your mound with his nose and nudging your legs apart. As your high began fading, attempting to catch your breath, you didn’t notice the butterfly touches near your lower half. Kyojuro  pressed a series of small kisses from your tummy, brushing past the underside of your doughy breasts,  to your sternum, his lips grazing your supple flesh as he trails to your throat. He slotted himself between your thighs and leered down at you with a teasing grin, licking away your arousal from his lips. His shaft throbbed almost painfully, needing to be stuffed inside your sweet cunt, cockhead dripping with pre-cum. His sweet love needed time to rest but his patience began to wear thin.

The world be damned, Kyojuro will make you the mother of his children and make you [Name] Rengoku — he needs you now.

With your mind slipping into a haze, you could hardly grasp as Kyojuro sunk into you, sheathing his length deep within your slick. Slowly, he began thrusting into your tepid heat, breathless against you as he pinned you into the futon. But as his body collides with your feeble frame, your core clenches and pushes against him, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the painful stretch. The sensitivity from your last release still had not faded, and you could feel the ache building up once more. 

"Ngh, K…Kyojuro…!" You mewl, clinging onto his shoulders, digging crescent shapes into his skin with every rut of his hips, your body rocking back and forth from how deep his girth hits with each powerful thrust. "Ahhhah, p-please don't —ahh!" Your legs instinctively wrap around his thick waist, pulling him closer as he continues pumping into your body. The fear of being caught leaves you, shamelessly whining for your husband, tears cascading down your cheeks. How could you remain quiet when you're drowning in an abyss of absolute pleasure?

Kyojuro heatedly presses his lips against yours, swallowing your moans in an attempt to silence you, afraid of letting the cute noises he loves so much to continue in fear of your parents barging into your room – to see him defiling their sweet daughter. Yet with the way your cunt is clenching around him, he was struggling to keep quiet himself. It doesn't matter how many times he fucks you, it always left him breathless from how tight you were. He could only hope your folks were deep sleepers.

Though, plucking you this time felt different. Sneaking into your house and fucking you late at night seemed surreal to the man, even as he was currently nestled in your velvet slick. Perhaps it was because now, he was fucking you as your husband, not as your suitor, and now — may your families be damned if they didn't want you two together — Kyojuro will make sure nothing keeps you two apart. Even if it meant he'd be disowned and an outcast, you were worth every punishment. 

Fat, heavy balls slapped against your ass, the wet squelching of your dripping pussy overflowing the dark room. He could create a whole record from the sinful symphony alone, his knees digging into the blankets as he glided back in with ease, hand kneading the flesh of your ass. The man melted into you, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, taking your flesh in-between his teeth. The pinch at your skin made you squirm, curving your spine and pressing your breasts flush against his chest. He could feel the way your pussy spasmed, struggling to adjust to his thick cock splitting you apart.

The immense warmth of your cunny had him reveling, thighs twitching and flexing as you constricted around his girth, his pelvis brushing past your aching clit. He let out a strained moan, nuzzling his nose into your skin, inhaling your sweet aroma. God, he could never get tired of the soft smell of vanilla and flour, reminiscing of the day he first walked into your family's restaurant. 

It seemed  heavenly almost, seemingly reliving the first night the two of you were intimate, except now, you two imprinted your bodies into your very family home. "Kyojuro, f-feels so… so good! Ah, love—mnnn….!" You whine, raking your nails across his shoulder blades.

"Shh, q-quiet, my love…," Kyojuro rasps, knowing the moment you start babbling, your orgasm would follow. Every stroke had your head spinning, needing more. "God… just–just a little longer… need you – mmh, fu—ck – to hold your pretty moans in… C-Can you do that for me?" 

He had been right as you ignored his pleads. You throw your head into the pillow, his name weakly rolling off your tongue as your body goes slack, releasing over Kyojuro’s length, weeping pussy painting a thick layer of your mellow slick on his shaft. Soft noises left him as your cunt swallowed him greedily into a snug grip at the moment of your orgasm. Hot breath fans against your flesh, kissing along your shoulder and across your collarbone. Fuck, you were tipping him over the edge, the thought of filling you up and having you carry the next line of Rengoku men making his chest swell.

 "Mmm, G-God…," he groans, the deep moan falling past his lips as he sinks back in,  eyes shutting tight the moment he grounds into your tepid heat. Blood rushing and the balls tightening, he starts chasing his own high, pumping desperately into you as quietly as he could. The man rolled his hips at the end of each thrust, groaning at the sensation of your fluttering walls pushing against him, repeatedly pulling out until the bulbous crown of his cock remained, slamming in and leaving you breathless against him. 

He wraps an arm around your torso, balancing himself on one of his forearms whilst pulling you impossible close, thrusting sloppily into you with strained moans. His entire body convulses, a groan drumming in his throat as he unravels, hips stuttering as he spills into you. Thick ropes of fertile cum coat your womb and he pulls out with a gasp. Fluids trickled from your heat and he bashfully looked away.

Kyojuro collapsed beside you, falling on his side, panting quietly whilst staring at your glossy face.  He gulped, blinkling back his own tears. "I love you, [Name]... more than anyone else," he whispers, caressing your cheek with his knuckles before cupping your face. "Thank you for agreeing to become my wife….”

Your lips tremble as you stiffle a sob, closing your eyes and placing your hand over his own, his fingers resting on your hip."I love you too, Kyojuro… Hah, I'm so…. I'm so happy.... you chose me...."

“I wouldn’t have it any other way….”

For a couple hours, you laid in his embrace, slumbering peacefully, believing he did the same. But he stayed awake, watching every rise and fall of your chest with a smile of content. Soon, he’d be able to see this everyday. After cleaning up, you two were careful to make sure your parents had not awoken as you gathered your personal items together, both small and large.

In the wee hours of the night before the crack of dawn, Kyojuro helped you pack your things into a bag, carrying them on his shoulders without so much as a complaint, ready to start his life with you. Yet, even as you were prepared to leave, you felt the least you owe your parents — who gave you everything and gave you the best life they could — an explanation. With trembling hands, you poured your thoughts and emotions into the letter, clarifying your departure from the house and how despite their best efforts, you fell in love with Kyojuro Rengoku.  Tearing up, you were honest that because you knew they would never accept him and try to keep you apart from him, you two would elope, far away from them.

As the sun began to rise and peek through the mountains, the two of you took off and never looked back. To where? You didn’t know. But as long as you were together, any place was home. As long as Kyojuro was by your side, you did not care.

The Heart of the Dragon was a mystic potency in the life cycle of nature, but when set ablaze, it was a force to be reckoned with — especially when protecting the one they hold dear most.

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𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒: [𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔].

It's been a few months since you have eloped, as well as a while since the night you and Kyojuro slept together as husband and wife, a unique way of officiating your union without the blessing of either your families or a priest.

Of course, once you arrived at the Ubuyashiki Estate, you two were granted the wedding you dreamt of, with the Head of the Corps presiding. You looked so beautiful dressed in white, like an angel, and throughout the ceremony, neither you nor Kyojuro could take your eyes of each other. Not until your vows were sealed with a kiss did you two finally take in your surroundings. The blooming smiles and wide grins of the Pillars made your heart swell, knowing you had a new found family now, who fully supported your and Kyojuro's love.

And neither of you couldn't be happier - especially with a new life on the way. The man didn't let you lift a finger and pampered you excessively. Oftentimes, Kyojuro would laugh whenever the baby kicked your stomach, beaming as he said, "Hahah! They're just like their father — full of energy and ready to see the world already!"

Rolling your eyes, you smile wryly, peering at him occasionally whilst he rubs your swollen tummy. "Mhm, with a ravenous appetite too…," you mumble in between bites of your onigiri. He just couldn't wait to see his child, already tittering with names to possibly name them.

Every few days, he made sure you were participating in his family's long held tradition when carrying a child. In an effort to not let you be alone, he spends the two hours with you staring at the flaming torch, holding your hand and occasionally squeezing it. It made the experience all the more special.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

Though, for the time being, you were staying at the Butterfly Mansion in the last month of your pregnancy in case you went into labor early. The caterpillar girls aided you with glee during the time your husband was not available, determined you never exerted yourself. It was quite adorable really how they became excited when the baby kicked, chittering on how they couldn't wait to see them once they were born.

Though you knew Kyojuro would stop you one he found out, you helped in the kitchen and made many delicious meals for the household, always making sure each belly was full. Shinobu appreciated your help and often checked your health whenever she was home, the two of you chattering.

You make me happy, when skies are gray. 

However, Kyojuro received a new mission and had already departed to attend, promising you he would be back in time to see you give light to your child. He mentioned he sent a letter to his father's estate to notify them of your child's birth soon, hoping at the least, his father and brother got to know the new addition to the family.

Kneeling at your bedside, Kyojuro pressed a kiss to your temple, a kiss to your stomach, and a kiss to your lips. He pulled away and whispered with a soft smile, resting his hand on your tummy as he felt the prodding of the fetus kicking, "I love you, my sunshine… I'll be back in time for our son's birth…"

"I love you too, my love, but what if it's a girl?"

He hums, corners of his eyes crinkling as his lips stretch wider, "Then I hope she is as beautiful and healthy as her wonderful mother."

As you bid each other goodbye, you could not help the uneasiness pooling in your stomach. Yet you ignored it and continued your regular day, awaiting the return of your husband.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. 

If only you knew it would be the last time you'd see him again, then you wouldn't have let him leave in the first place.

So please, don't  take my sunshine away.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

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[thecrystalquill]

A Perfect Balance

Sky High - Warren Peace x Reader

Request - 

A/N:  Thanks again @kpopgirlbtssvt for requesting – I loved this sooo much!! There is a serious lack of Warren fics out there, and I completely encourage any writers out there to write something for sky high too!

I added some cliches but sssh you’ll love it.

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         For anyone who’s never been the new kid, lunch is by far the worst part of your day. There’s no one to assign you a seat, cliques are already established, and people keep staring (but never offer to help you out of your misery).

        (Y/N) gripped her lunch tray tightly, trying not to think about the frost spreading around her fingers. She’d joined the school two months into the year, an awkward time really, but at least she didn’t have to catch up on too much.

        Walking through the lunch hall, (Y/N) tried to find a good spot. Just somewhere to sit for one day. Oh how she wished people would stop looking – it was making her nervous. As if she didn’t stand out of the crowd enough as new girl, but her hair gave her away more than anything; tips frosted white, snowy streaks unevenly placed; not to mention the cold air around her. Anyone could look her way and say ‘oh yeah, that’s her’.

        Where to sit… where to sit…

        No one really seemed to look particularly inviting. And all of the tables were almost completely full. And the longer she stood around searching for a seat, the more awkward she felt. Eventually, in her panicked, brisk walking between tables, she managed to find a place by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The table was empty, save for a boy sat on his own; he looked to prefer it that way, and he didn’t seem the friendliest, but it was either him or the cheerleaders. Without thinking about it too much, (Y/N) let her feet take her towards him, set down her tray, and sat beside him.

        Upon noticing her presence, the boy looked up. He was handsome, that was the first thing she noticed. He had shoulder length black-brown hair, which he seemed to almost be hiding behind, with a red streak on his right. She wondered for a moment if it was natural, it wouldn’t surprise her much. The frown he wore seemed somewhat practiced, though the curiosity directed at her was obvious. “Sorry…” (Y/N) muttered before he could say anything, brushing some hair behind her ear and making little eye-contact, “I just, um… I didn’t really want to sit with a group.” She justified, nervously playing with her fork, his gaze unwavering. “Do you mind?”

        He stared for a second longer, then shook his head. “No, you can sit.” Not a man of many words, it would seem.

        They both went back to their plates, not particularly interested in the food on it – for a private school funded by the superheroes and villains of the state, you’d think they’d have a better quality of meals to serve their students. As she glanced around the room, (Y/N) noticed people whispering and looking their way, likely gossiping about her, as teenagers seem to do best. Honestly, it was downright rude, to say the least. Why were they staring so much? Surely they’d seen a new girl before.

        “What’s your name?” The boy asked suddenly, almost making her jump (why was she so on edge today?)

        “Wh- oh um… (Y/N)… (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She answered, forcing herself to meet his eye – they were quite lovely, actually. There was a few moments of silence between them. “And… er… what’s yours?”

        The boy looked back to her, his hair falling over his eyes. It wasn’t often that she blushed, being so cold, but the unfamiliar heat rushed to her face from the way he stared – it wasn’t the same stare everyone else had given her, it was curious, and kind. “Warren Peace.”

        Warren Peace. She liked his name, it was a good name, it suited him. Though, it was familiar… “Hi- er… nice to meet you… Warren,” (Y/N) replied, giving him a shy smile. Heat radiated from him barely a second later, warming her icy temperature and bringing the air around them back to a comfortable temperature. The perfect balance.

        It was silent between them for a while as they picked at their food, though the whispers kept going, even when Warren gave a harsh glare to anyone who looked over.  What were they all talking about anyway?

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         “What’re you guys talking about?” Asked Layla as she set her tray down at their table, scooting next to Will.

        “The new girl,” Magenta answered, pointing her fork to a table at the other side of the room, where a lot of people seemed to be glancing.

        Leaning forward, Zach tried to gain everyone’s attention. “Hey, does anyone know what her powers are? And why’s her hair like that?”

          “She had a private power placement,” said Ethan, pushing his glasses up his nose and taking another glance back to the girl, then quickly regretting it when Peace sent him a snare. “But I heard Coach Boomer put her in Hero classes, so whatever it is, it’s gotta be pretty cool.”

        Layla nodded and took a bite out of her salad, stealing another glance to the window. “Okay… so why’s everyone staring?” Really, it was kinda rude.

        “Duh,” Will rolled his eyes, “she’s sat next to Warren Peace – and he’s okay with it!”

        Zach nodded after watching the girl tuck a silver strand of hair behind her ear. “And she’s really pretty.”

        Magenta kicked him under the table.

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         When she found out that Sky High had a required P.E. class, (Y/N) wasn’t really sure what she expected. Maybe some archery or agility courses or dodgeball. But even given a hundred guesses, not once would she ever have guessed battle training. What kind of insane school is this – teaching kids to use each other’s weaknesses in a fight? How on Earth was this even legal? Why would they teach teenagers – by far the dumbest and most easily influenced of all ages – to fight?

        She was sat at the end of the middle row of the bleachers, watching in both horror and amazement as two of her peers attacked each other in the centre of the room. As far as she’d gathered, there were three kinds of battle training class: student vs student, ‘good-guys’ vs ‘bad-guys’, and Save the Dummy (where the heroes have to save a victim). It all seemed quite brutal, but then again, useful.

         At the moment, one of the cheerleaders had duplicated herself to fight against a girl with telekinesis. And (Y/N) couldn’t tell who was winning.

        “Hey.” Came a voice from beside her.

        (Y/N) jumped, she was so immersed in the game in front of her that she hadn’t noticed the boy from lunch sit next to her. There was that uninvited heat in her cheeks again. “Oh, er- hi,” she smiled nervously. She was warmed by his presence; she figured it was because he was just too damn gorgeous.

        Warren looked different in his sports gear, casual and comfortable, a stark change to the boots, jeans, and leather jacket from this morning. But the blue definitely suited him.

         He looked at her in that curious way he had before, as if there was something about her which he couldn’t quite place. Then cleared his throat. “So, how’s your first day been treatin’ you?”

        More talkative than before too. “Ye- um- yeah it’s been… different.” She answered, playing with the hairband on her wrist and thanking her lucky stars that she hadn’t started to freeze up yet.

         The boy nodded, barely paying any attention to the fight; though she supposed he wouldn’t, if this was a weekly occurrence. “Different?”

        “Mhm.” She hummed, trying her best to make eye-contact, but it was so difficult when he looked at her with such casual intensity. “I don’t know what I was expecting, really.”

         There was a thud as the telekinetic girl flung a chair across the ‘battle field’, knocking one of the duplicates over.

        There was a longer silence between them as they both watched the fight, (Y/N) winced every time someone landed a hit. With every kick and swing of the cheerleaders, the telekin defended with an equally strong block, this time using Coach Boomer’s old bat.

        He leaned in a little closer, enjoying the way he cooled around her. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he explained, as the cheerleader swept the other girl’s feet.

        “You’ve been down there?” She asked, though it seemed like a stupid question.

         Warren didn’t seem to notice her internal curses, simply nodding an answer. “Most of us have, usually depends on how Boomer’s feeling.”

        That didn’t settle too well with her; how could they expect her to use her gift against someone?

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         “So, how was your first day?” (Y/N)’s mother asked as they got in the car.

        It was six o’clock and (Y/N) and her little brother were being treated to dinner out, which was really just because they hadn’t unpacked all of their kitchen stuff yet and no one felt like cooking.

         “It was awesome,” said Ben from the back seat, “we were doing multiples in class and I finished first, so Miss Blake gave me a sticker. Then at lunch, someone brought a soccer ball and they let me play with them.” Her brother grinned as he untangled the string of his yo-yo.

         “That’s great, honey.” Their mom commented, turning down a busy street. “And how about you, (Y/N)?”

        (Y/N) shrugged, fiddling with the radio until she found a song she liked: Pon de Replay by Rihanna, this week’s hit. “It was okay,” she started as they found a parking spot and got out, apparently there was a nice Chinese restaurant here. “They do battle training in gym.”

        “They do not.” Ben defied, scrunching his face up.

         “Do too,” she argued back, frowning just the same.

        Their mom rolled her eyes as she led them inside. It was a nice restaurant – affordable too – with plenty of seats and booths, and that lovely red and gold painted décor all around the room. (Y/N) had a feeling that this would become a regular stop for them.

         “And did you make any friends?”

         They took a booth by a window, which Ben insisted on sitting in front of, and a cute vanilla scented candle was lit in the middle. “No one makes friends on the first day,” answered (Y/N) as she took off her coat.

        “I did,” taunted her brother.

         “Shut up.”

         “You shut up.”

         As Ben ranted about how many new friends he made, (Y/N) looked over the menu. Going out for Chinese food and getting take-out was good and all, but she’d much rather be back home. In her regular house with a regular school and a regular life. But when the universe closes a door, it opens a window… right?

         “What can I get you?” The waiter asked as he came from behind, pulling out a notepad and pen from his apron.

         Oh dear gods.

         Her family made their orders while she looked on in panic. Warren Peace was here. Warren Peace was her waiter. Who cursed her?

         “Noodles,” she heard from Ben, “just a whole plate of noodles. They’re my favourite y’know.” Why was he so embarrassing?

         “A whole plate of noodles,” Warren repeated with a smirk as he wrote it down, “coming right up.”

         He was gonna turn to her now. Oh-god-oh-god-oh-no-oh-god--

         Recognition crossed his face almost as soon as he saw her, his smirk turning into a light smile. “Oh, it’s you,” he said, using his pen to point.

         Her words got stuck in her throat for a second – how did he look so good with his hair pulled back into a bun? Sweet Jesus-Mary-and-Joseph that’s not fair, (Y/N) say something… “Hi.” Did it suddenly get hot in here?

         Ben squinted suspiciously at them. “How do you know my sister?” Shut up, Ben.

         “School,” she answered quickly, shooting the boy a glare.

         Her mother gave him her sweetest smile, one not unlike her daughter’s. “Oh, well it’s nice to meet you…”

         “Warren,” he introduced. Oh man his smile was so nice. He turned to the kitchen when someone dinged a bell, sending him a look. “Sorry,” he said, “I gotta get back to work. What did you want?”

         “Oh! Yeah- um… the-the number twelve, please.”

         She let out a sigh when he finally left, feeling the temperature around their booth suddenly drop.

         “I thought you said you didn’t make any friends,” said their mother, sipping the glass of iced water that had been placed on the table.

         “Ooh, maybe he’s her boyfriend.” Ben giggled – little brothers are so annoying.

         “Shut up,” she frowned, kicking his foot under the table and moving her glass of ice out of the way.

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         How was she supposed to go to school today and see Warren and act normal?

         It was 7am, as her alarm clock reminded her twice every second, and she should be getting ready for school. But at the moment her bed was offering her a much more relaxing day than Sky High would give her, and she was tempted to give in and stay under the covers for the next twenty-four hours.

         There was nothing particularly embarrassing about the night before, but that didn’t stop her from being embarrassed.

         Groaning painfully, (Y/N) turned over and tapped her alarm, hiding her face from the sunlight streaming through the curtains. She’d have to get up. Unfortunately.

         And so she hesitantly pulled back her covers and started her day, opening up her curtains to wake her up. At least she didn’t have science with Professor Medulla today, he freaked her out a little.

         (Y/N) went about her routine, dressing and doing her hair and all that, before heading down stairs. Her stalling this morning cost her twenty minutes, so breakfast would have to be toast and a quick coffee.

         “You’re cutting it pretty close today,” her mom commented from the breakfast table, watching the daily news on the TV. Another heroic act from the Commander and Jetstream, no surprise there.

         (Y/N) didn’t reply, just taking a large sip from her beverage as she popped some bread in the toaster. The coffee was hot and steaming, instantly thawing her frozen aura.

         “Didn’t sleep much,” she replied through a mouthful of toast, shrugging casually and checking the time again; she’d have to leave soon if she wanted to catch the bus on time (how else would she get to school if she missed it? It’s not like they have flying taxis).

“‘Cus you was thinking about your boyfriend?” Ben piped up as he sat down, making kissy faces.

(Y/N) glared at him (she honestly couldn’t wait for him to grow up - why was he still stuck on that topic?) over her mug. “I will rip your Pokémon posters,” she grumbled, watching his eyes widen in horror as she downed her coffee. Then made her way out of the house before Ben told their mom.

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          Lunch didn’t seem as daunting as the day before, or rather, it was a different kind of daunting.

         She knew where the cafeteria was, for a start. She also knew not to make direct eye-contact with the cheerleaders. An improvement.

         But now? Now she had to go and sit next to Warren Peace and try her damn best to avoid the topic of last night (for no good reason other than the fact that she was seen in public by a peer), and act normal… that is, if he even wanted her to sit with him. Oh jeez, what if he just let her sit there because it was her first day?

         Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) focused her attention on the hands gripping her tray, and keeping her hot chocolate from freezing. She glanced around the room to assess her surroundings as she made her way to the table she occupied yesterday; reminding herself not to overthink so much.

         It was here when she faced another problem.

         Warren’s usually empty table was full of people.

         Well, full may not be the right word per se, but five strangers was still a lot. She’d seen a few of them around, sharing a class or two probably, but she honestly didn’t think Warren had any friends. No offence to him, of course, but he was a little intimidating, y’know?

         They looked to be chatting nicely, except for Warren who looked irritated. Shoot was it still okay for her to sit there? Before she could change her mind and retreat, one of the girls in the group spotted her and smiled. Here goes nothing.

         “Hey…” (Y/N) said, trying not to seem awkward as she reached the table. All eyes were on her and she was greeted with a series of ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s. “Er… is it okay if I sit here?” If only they knew how hard she was trying to keep the temperature normal in here.

         Warren was the first to reply. “Sure,” he said, clearing his throat and moving aside to make some room (despite that he was obviously reluctant to sit closer to the light-haired boy next to him).

         The group shared some looks that she couldn’t quite read as she sat down, as if they had a silent conversation in the two seconds that no one spoke. (Y/N) did her best to ignore it, hoping she hadn’t interrupted something, and instead tried to relax in the warmth that inexplicably enveloped her. “So,” she started, “these are your friends?” She directed at Warren.

         He shook his head, immediately shutting down their hopeful smiles. “No, I just know them.” Warren grumbled, but the others just rolled their eyes at his behaviour (much in the same way friends do, coincidentally).

         Ignoring the brooding teen across from her, the sweet-looking girl in front of her beamed. “I’m Layla, it’s nice to meet you--”

         “New girl, hi! What’s your powers? We’ve been dying to know.” Burst the pale boy beside Warren, giving her his full attention. He reminded her of an excitable dog, the kind that can barely sit still long enough to receive a treat.

         “Zack.” Scolded the purple-haired girl, glaring at him harshly.

         Zack hardly seemed to notice it. “What? I can’t ask?”

         “You’re being rude.” She answered back.

         “I just wanted to know--”

         “It was kinda rude man…” continued the boy with the blue shirt.

         “Well we haven’t had a new girl before I just wanted to know her powers, what’s wrong with that--”

         “Her name is (Y/N).” Snapped Warren, silencing their bickering. They stared for some time before collecting themselves, then following Layla’s lead to introduce themselves.

         There was another beat before anyone said anything. “So… um… what are your powers?” Asked the boy in orange, Ethan, as if he was uncertain if he should ask.

         Taking a gulp of her beverage, and cringing at its low temperature, (Y/N) nervously fiddled with the mug. “Oh er… I don’t… I don’t really use it…” she trailed off; Warren took the drink from her grasp, which she’d found quite strange, until he returned it a few seconds later. It was hot and steaming just as it had been when it was first poured. The realisation hit her. And it explained the lovely warmth that surrounded her in his presence.

         He really was hot.  

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          A few weeks had passed and (Y/N) felt she was settling in nicely. She’d gotten quite close to Warren’s not-friends and had even been invited to hang out with them; but out of everyone so far, she’d grown closest to Warren, and she could safely say he was at least fond of her. He greeted her with a (very rare) smile every day, warmed up her drinks when they were cold, and even sent a particularly nasty look to a boy in class that commented on her hair. Everyone seemed to notice his “weird behaviour”, as Will put it, but (Y/N) couldn’t tell what he meant.

          Today was gym class. So far, (Y/N) had managed to avoid Coach Boomer’s eye and stayed in the stands. But it seemed her luck was about to run out.

         The room was set up for battle training (she still couldn’t believe that was a real thing) and everyone was sat on the bleachers anticipating who was to be picked. Two boys were stood in the centre looking at the crowd with pride, like they couldn’t wait for a fight (again, they’re just breeding stronger villains here), it seemed these two were a team that was usually picked; coaches always had favourites. (Y/N) knew that the one with the stripey sleeves was stretchy in some way, and the other one with the hyper-speed was called – you’ll never guess – Speed. Surely that wasn’t his real name, right?  

         Coach Boomer was eyeing the students and scanning the registration list for names, picking out some targets.

         “Ah,” he said over the noisy teens, “(Y/L/N) – let’s see how you hold your own, hm?”

         Bad luck.

         Everyone was intrigued; after all, she hadn’t yet used her abilities and the whole school was waiting to see what the new girl could do. Oh jeez she might be sick.

         Warren, who always sat beside her in this class, noticed her anxiety – knowing very well she had some sort of reluctance about using her powers – and gave her a determined look. She rose from the stands and started to make her way down to the Pit (as she’d so perfectly called it), hating the way the ‘villains’ looked at her like she was their prey.

         She was just wishing for the floor to swallow her up when she heard someone else making their way over. “I don’t recall announcing your name, Mr. Peace,” said Coach Boomer as the crowd started to cheer. But what did he care really?

         Sure enough, Warren had taken it upon himself to stand beside her. She gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged. “I figured you’d need some actual help for this one,” he said, in a way that made her wonder if he thought anyone else could help her like he could. But she didn’t question it, more than glad he was here.

         Before she knew it the coach was blowing a whistle and the so-called ‘game’ began.

         Without a moment’s notice the fast kid started running about, either trying to cause a distraction or land a hit, While his teammate came towards her with a grin.

         She almost lost her cool when Warren literally lit his arms on fire. He threw flame after flame in the direction of the blur zooming about but barely managed a hit.

         Stretch – or whatever his name was – tripped her up while she was distracted, and the crowd ‘ooh’ed. (Y/N) got back up quickly and whacked his other arm away from her face, only to be tripped again. This only pissed her off. While she was on the ground he tried to cling onto her arm, but she managed to grab his sleeve and pull him forward, kicking him in the gut as he lost his balance.

         Hot-head over there didn’t appear to be doing so well with Speed; the best he’d managed was lighting the back of his shirt, which quickly blew out. And Speed was easily landing hits, kicks, and trips.

         She didn’t know what to do about that, but there was little time to think when the blur came at her and pushed her onto her back (apparently he was immoral enough to attempt to suffocate Warren but not enough to hit her too).

         It started to become very overwhelming – Warren managed to burn them here and there, she’d managed a few hits herself – but the amount of times she was so easily pushed over was starting to get embarrassing. The room started to get cold as she got more and more tense, and she could feel her resolve starting to slip. Warren was struggling to stay aflame as Speed ran about landing hits before they could be blocked. She’d tried to help, but the stretchy guy wrapped his arms around her several times, completely immobilising her. Honestly she was impressed by his strength, he didn’t look it. Panic overcame her as Warren was hit to the floor, and she could hear the other guy laughing behind her. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it in her ears, her senses overwhelming her so much she hadn’t even noticed that it started to snow. Speed hit Warren so hard that he fell backwards with a loud thump and cradled his shoulder, and she felt so helpless – and so, so angry. Angry at this stupid school for encouraging this sort of behaviour, angry and the students for cheering them on, angry at Boomer for not intervening, and definitely angry at the two sadistic bullies making her watch.

         She heard a scream behind her as she was released from the arms holding her in place. Her captor had barely even retracted his arms when they froze over, looking panicked and afraid (and maybe a little pained too). Good, she thought, he deserves it.

         Speed ran over to her in an instant, and before she could even think about it, the floor froze over almost immediately, right the way across the gym, up the walls and windows, and across the ceiling; icicles drooping down above their heads like a warning. Speed went flying across the room, skidding on the floor and losing all control, and went straight into the frozen-over window, the sound of his face smacking the ice resonating across the room (it was probably going to be quite painful pulling his face away from it).

         The gym was eerily quiet as everyone took in the events of the last… forty seconds? They were all starting to shiver and their breaths fogged in the air as they stared, it’s probably safe to say no one was expecting that.

         Ignoring their stares as best she could, (Y/N) went to help Warren up. He was still holding his shoulder, but seemed a little preoccupied with staring at her. But his stare was different, she didn’t feel uncomfortable under it. “Um… you okay?” She asked nervously, avoiding the whispers bouncing around the room.

         He nodded, looking at her in awe. Their hands steamed as she helped him up, a quiet hiss at the contact. She was colder now, he noticed; the tips of her fingers white and freezing. And her eyes had a crystallised look to them now, which was new, but definitely welcomed and no less beautiful than before.

         A voice cleared behind them. Coach Boomer came down from his seat, looking very cold in his shorts. “Well… I guess it’s pretty clear who won.”

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         All day people had been talking about it, and it was driving her insane. At this point no one even bothered to whisper about it. On the plus side she wasn’t the ‘new girl’, however, now she was ‘ice girl’. Frankly she was a little insulted by the lack of creativity.

         All day she’d been avoiding eye-contact and keeping her head down, but it was hard to go unnoticed when people were looking for the girl with the white in her hair. Warren must have noticed.

         She was making her way to her next class when a hand grabbed her, instinctively her hand froze up, but the sudden hiss of steam let her know who it was before she turned. Warren was leading her somewhere, he didn’t say where and ignored her when she asked, but his hand around hers felt too good to object. “Look, I know this is stressing you out, and you look like you’d rather die than go to lunch and be stared at all day,” he said as he pulled her outside, “so I’m helping.”

         Wait, why were they outside?

         “Helping how exactly?” (Y/N) asked suspiciously, as they approached one of the buses. But he only shushed her.

         Before she knew it they were on a flight back down to Earth and walking free. Jeez, she felt like such a criminal cutting school like this. She couldn’t believe they were doing this. “Warren we’ll get in so much trouble,” she argued lamely – not like there was much choice now, and she hardly wanted to go back.

         “Nah,” he replied, “just call it an early weekend.”

         He lead her through various streets she didn’t recognise and past an empty children’s park with Stronghold Real Estate benches on every corner, towards a slightly run-down part of town. (Y/N) vaguely wondered how easy it would be to kidnap her, given that she’d willingly followed a boy she’d barely known for a few weeks out of school and to a secondary location with no idea where she was and little to no witnesses.

         But, of course, Warren wasn’t kidnapping her – she knew that. Still, the mind wanders.

         Next he lead her to a rather large building, with lots of windows and a plain front. An apartment building, she realised, as he took her down the side-alley, where he jumped for the ladder of the fire escape stairs, holding it down for her as if he were politey holding open a door for a lady.

         “Where are we?” (Y/N) asked as she approached the steps, trusting him enough to go ahead.

         Warren followed behind, the sound of his heavy boots hitting the metal reassured her of his presence. “My place,” he answered simply, “keep going.”

         Eventually they reached the top of the building; there wasn’t much there, other than a few vent boxes and satellite dishes. Then she noticed a large tin box in the shadow of the vent. Warren went and opened it, pulling out a thin blanket to sit on, some sodas, and a few snacks. “Oh… so this is like… your place.” (Y/N) said, taking in the view of the city in the midday sun, glad she wasn’t in that cafeteria right now.

         The boy said nothing, just patting the spot next to him as an invitation to sit.

         They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the world go by and relishing each other’s company. It felt strangely intimate, (Y/N) thought, to be in Warren’s place, his sanctum, the space he’d created as an escape to be in peaceful solitude. It was like he’d invited her to sit not only on his blanket, but in his life outside of school. He was sharing a side of him that he kept so secret from everyone else, and it made her heart flutter.

         “Y’know…” he muttered into the silence, leaning back against the steel vent, “I’d come here a lot when I was a kid. My parents used to fight a lot, sometimes for hours, and it wasn’t far enough in my room.”

         The biggest piece of information about his life he’d shared with her so far; (Y/N) wasn’t uncomfortable receiving it, only disheartened that he looked so sad. She knew under that tough-guy facade there was a boy who needed some love. “Why did they fight?” She asked innocently, following his movements and leaning back, mildly aware of how their shoulders touched.

         “My dad’s a villain,” he admitted, looking down at the leather bracelets on his wrist, “mom’s a hero… kinda obvious they wouldn’t work out.” He was quiet again for a beat, assessing her reaction, glad that he received nothing but comfort and empathy. But he knew her next question. “He’s in jail now… my mom had to do it…”

         Oh man, that was tough. “I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said, wishing she knew the right words to say but falling short, feeling bad that she couldn’t offer him something better. Instead, she reached out and placed her hand on the warm skin of his arm, hoping to convey her thoughts better this way. “That must have been hard…”

         Warren shrugged half-heartedly. “I just always felt kinda conflicted, y’know? Like I’m somewhere in the middle…” He took a second, then looked back at her, the streak of red on his hair hanging over his ear. “I’ve never brought anyone here before… but I… I’m glad you’re here, I don’t want this to feel like a lonely place.”

         She adjusted their hands so she was holding his, that little hiss making them both smile. “I don’t want you to feel lonely,” she whispered, angling herself towards him, hoping he believed her.

         Warren interlocked their fingers, studying the details of her face. “I’m glad I met you,” he said in a tone that sounded almost vulnerable, swallowing away the lump that lingered in his throat. “Otherwise I’d never get to see Speed crying like a little girl while Lash peels his face off an ice-wall.”

         (Y/N) snorted a laugh, covering her face with her free hand. “Oh god stop it,” she giggled, “I already feel bad.”

         “No you don’t,” he grinned. How did he already know her so well? Of course she didn’t regret making that little sadist cry after beating Warren like that. “But I am glad I met you,” he affirmed.

         (Y/N) smiled sweetly, feeling her face heat up again. “Me too.”

         There was a moment or two where they just stared at each other, anticipating what the other might do while having no idea that they were subconsciously moving closer. They stared until their vision blurred and their eyes started to close, hearts beating in unison as their noses bumped. She could feel his shakey breath on her face as they stopped. “This okay?” He breathed, barely disturbing the quiet. She nodded, not trusting her voice to answer. But that was all he needed to seal the gap and send their hearts soaring.

In a world divided between good and bad, it was hard to find your place, because humans don’t really work that way, do they? But whatever the future may bring, it didn’t matter right now. For now they were just two ordinary teenagers, sitting on a roof, and sharing a moment; knowing at least that whatever happens, they’ll have each other. A perfect balance.

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The End

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Thank you again @kpopgirlbtssvt for such a lovely request! And I encourage any other writers to contribute something for the Sky High fandom bc there’s a criminal lack of fics. I loved this story so much so thankks again K xx

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[kuebandungs]

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Duty After School Imagines x fem!reader

01 : Jo Jangsoo

02 : Do Soocheol

03 : Kwon Ilha

04 : Jang Younghoon

05 : Jang Younghoon (part 2)

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[struggling-bee]

Fine - Hugo Stiglitz x Reader

@redrosewritingsstuff tagging you like you asked >:)

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Gunshots rang through your ears, and your eyes widened. It wasn’t just one shot either, it was many, lasting too long. You and The Basterds all looked at each other during the following silence. No one was saying anything. Nothing else could be heard from the basement, no more yelling, no shattering…

You bolted for the door but two sets of arms held you back as you struggled

“Let me go Aldo! Donny! Let me go!” Donny’s grip on your arm stayed the same, but Aldo’s only tightened.

“Give ‘em a damn minute!”

You stopped struggling, but quietly counted 60 seconds in your head. Aldo thought you’d calmed down so he let you go and went to talk to Donny, hoping to act quickly.

You knew you needed to be cautious and patient, but when sixty came, you burst out the door with your superiors calling after you. 

Later on, it would come to mind that there were to be serious consequences, but right now all you could think about was Hugo. You whispered his name over and over, trying not to trip down the stairs to the bar.

Once you came to the doorway, you were shot at. Luckily you had fallen (miraculously, actually) and dodged the first bullet. One of your strengths was reaction time, so in only a matter of seconds you had knocked out the kraut who had tried to shoot. With him laying on the bar, unconscious and bleeding, you surveyed the room. You couldn’t hear well as you were still pumping with adrenaline, but your eyesight was fine. You didn’t see any movement at all, besides some smoke still blowing.

“Hugo?” you said, now walking around and looking at bodies “Wicki? Archie?” no answer.

“Hammersmark?”

Her name rolled off your tongue with distaste, and you were glad you didn’t hear a response from her. You didn’t know her and you didn’t trust her, and she was the reason this happened, she was the reason Hugo might be d-

You heard a groan from across the room.

“My god, Wicki?” you dashed towards him, not without trampling some corpses. Wicki was standing up, swaying and groaning. You were by his side, holding him up as best as you could.

“Wicki, what in the hell happened? Where’s Hugo?”

It was hard, not yelling, but Wicki didn’t need to be shouted at right now.

He cleared his throat and tried to talk, but couldn’t. You helped him into a chair and turned to the direction he nodded towards.

Hugo was on the ground, eyes closed, bleeding.

Breathing? Not breathing?

Breathing. Barely.

“My god, no. Hugo.”

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He didn’t die, nor did Wicki or Hammersmark. Archie didn’t die either but he was out of sight out of mind for you. They were all being treated (as best as a vet could) and lying in cots. You weren’t allowed in the room.

Once Aldo and the others had made it down, they were immediately helping Wicki stand up himself and figuring out how to move Hugo safely. It wasn’t until later that you noticed Hammersmark was there, and alive, but as soon as you did you couldn't stop yelling at her. You knew many languages, and she had been cursed at in all of them. Aldo had to detain you for the second time that day.

So you weren’t allowed in the room with them, with Hugo. You felt you were being treated like a child in time-out. In the very back of your head, you understood, but you were not in the mood to be understanding.

Hugo was your best friend. Aldo had sent your best friend into a basement because a German stranger said to. You respected Aldo, but this...you wouldn’t be able to forgive him if it had gone any worse.

Stewing in your thoughts, you didn’t notice footsteps coming towards you. You didn’t even notice anyone else was in the room until you were making eye contact with Aldo, your knife in your hand and ready, gripping his shoulder and keeping him a distance away. Reflexes, he must have tapped you on the shoulder.

He stared at you unblinkingly. You pulled away.

“Sir.”

He sighed.

“You can go in now, but you and me,” he stopped you for a second “We’re gon’ have a talk later.”

You kept walking, trying not to run.

“No we’re not going to talk, you’re just going to yell at me.”

He’d laugh about that later to himself.

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When you walked in, you saw Wicki laying and staring at the ceiling, Archie, asleep, and Hugo was sitting up. Of course he was sharpening his knife too…That thing was his baby. Nothing could keep him away from it.

“Hey Hugo.” You said softly, walking towards the chair next to his bed.

He looked up at you for a second, then his eyes dropped back down to his work.

“Hello.”

You dragged a chair over to his bed and sat down. “How’re you feeling?”

“Drugged.”

You rolled your eyes and looked behind you.

“How about you Wicki? In a lot of pain?”

“You don’t need to pretend you’re here to see both of us.”

“Thanks.”

You turned back around, your frontside facing the back of your chair, chin resting on your crossed arms.

Hugo opened up best if you mentioned one of his interests…and you wanted him to open up.

“Can you sharpen my knife later, Hugo?”

He looked up at you, his face slightly relaxed.

“Sure.”

You smiled and muttered thanks, but kept watching him.

He glanced up at you, briefly.

“I’m going to be fine.”

You smiled a little, but…

“Hugo, I don’t trust anyone. That guys just a vet, how am I supposed to believe him? And don’t get me started on Hammersmark”

“You trust me.” Hugo said curtly. His eye contact was a bit intense.

You actually smiled this time.

“Yeah, I trust you.” You sighed a little, resigned. “If you say you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine…”

Hugo nodded. “Yeah.”

It only lasted a second, but you saw him smile at you.

He’d be fine.

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[violetsandfluff]

Secret Love

Warning: unapologetic smut and some degradation, so if that’s not your cup of tea, I’ll see you next week. Maybe. Word count: 1.1k+

“Joshua, love,” you whined softly but earnestly, need and desperation clear in your voice. “Please! I’ve been so good! I’ve been so good.”

“What do you need?” Joshua asked, looking thoroughly confused. Had you not seen the mischievous glint in his eye, you would have believed him.

“I need to taste you right now.”

“Taste me what, my love? I want to give it to you, but I have to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Anything!” you cried, your voice strained with need. “Please, Joshua, please!”

“We’re in my parents’ basement...”

“I can beg,” you sassed.

“Do it,” Joshua challenged.

“You can’t say no to me, Baby.”

“I can though,” he said bluntly. “Beg me.”

You felt like crying. “I want you. I want you. I love you so much... please, Baby, I’ve been so good! I’m so hungry!”

Joshua started to shake his head, but he caved. “Come here, Love, but I’ve got some ground rules.”

You were about ready to oblige to anything.

“Be silent. I don’t wanna hear any of your moans, Darling, do you understand? I want to taste them instead. My parents think you’re an innocent little angel and they don’t need you to sway them yet. Okay?”

You nodded hungrily, desperate for him.

“Come here. I need kisses first. I’m in control. I’ll start when I’m ready.”

You would usually have hated the dominant tone that laced his voice, but you wanted him so badly you were willing to do whatever he wanted.

He began rubbing your lower back and you groaned, finally beginning to achieve what you had been craving for so long.

Pulling his hands off your back, he placed a single finger on your lips, shushing you.

“Quiet, Baby.” he instructed. “I don’t wanna hear your moans. Just wanna taste ‘em.”

You took the opportunity of his finger on your lips to begin with him. You worked his finger into your mouth and he didn’t resist. You began sucking gently on it, swirling your tongue around it.

The look on his face was priceless. “God forbid you behave,” he grumbled and stifled a groan. He snapped out of it, though, when your eyelids began to flutter shut.

“Come on, Baby. If you want to get going, we had better start.”

You snapped to attention and focused intently on his lips as he leaned his head closer to yours tantilizingly slow. When at last your lips collided with his, you felt as if you were in Heaven.

You had kissed him only earlier in the day, but not like this. Nothing could be like this. It was the hottest kiss the two of you had ever shared and you both knew it. He swallowed each and every one of your many moans like he’d promised and, when at last the kiss was broken, remarked that they were delicious.

He said that they’d filled him thoroughly with so many butterflies he thought he would float away.

You felt like there were so many butterflies in your stomach that they would weigh you down and you would drop through the earth’s crust.

“So,” Joshua smiled at you, trying to keep up his rough, brusque act. “What exactly was it you wanted from me?”

“Love. I want all the love you have to give me.”

“All of it, huh?” he asked, clearly amused.

You tried to pull your hand out of his curls, but your fingers were tied tightly up in the stray hairs. “I’m so sorry,” you panicked. “I didn’t mean...”

“Leave ‘em in there. Your flaws work to my favor.” He hated making snide or degrading comments as a result of his usual kindhearted nature, but he knew how much you loved them.

He started using his hands to ruffle your hair and he went in for another kiss. Mid-tongue plunge, he withdrew his hands from your hair and used them to remove your panties.

You managed to free your hands from his hair and slip his off too and you finally got what you wanted.

He held his finger up to your lips and you began nibbling on his finger again.

“Dirty little brat,” he groaned at the feeling of your mouth revolving around his finger.

“No making noise,” you reminded him and he ruffled your hair.

He spent a hot second staring at you before he lunged and began biting your neck.

You stifled a moan at the pain. He swirled his tongue around the area before biting down again. You tightened your grasp on him as he got further into it.

Your eyes shut as he began to move inside of you. You were throbbing painfully in the best way possible. After connecting your lips to Joshua’s you moaned his name directly into his mouth.

He gritted his teeth as he pulled out of you, only to plunge right back in. “You’re doing fine, Baby, but it’s not very enjoyable,” he lied. “Do better... yes. Like that.”

You rearranged yourself on him and it was his turn to moan into your mouth. You loved the interesting taste of his saliva. It was unmatched by anyone or anything else. It was borderline addictive.

“Just like that. Yes...” he let out a hissed breath, splattering tiny droplets of saliva onto your bare shoulder.

You squeezed your eyes shut as everything began to throb more. Tears sprang into your eyes and you blinked them back. “I need to...come...”

“Wait. You’re a big girl. You can hold it.”

He continued forcing you to hold it back when you cried, “please, Baby, I’ve been so good!”

“You’ve been mediocre. Give me one really good minute and I’ll let you come. Sound good--sorry...?” He saw the pained expression on your face; how you were sweating and clenched tightly around him. He didn’t like to be degrading or mean, but he knew it secretly turned you on.

“Don’t be sorry,” you whispered a little too harshly.

“I won’t don’t worry,” he croaked, his voice catching in his throat. He had his one amazing minute. “Can I come now? Please? I’ve been so good! I’ve been so good,” you pleaded.

“Of course.” He was already staring in awe at you. “You’ve earned it.”

His jaw fell open in awe as you wrapped your arms tightly around his middle. “You did awesome for me,” he said honestly. “But could you play the dominant role for me next time?”

You burst out laughing. “I’m not the actor, you are.”

“Doesn’t mean I like being mean to my baby. Please, Baby? I’ve been so good.”

“Fine.” you succumbed to his puppy eyes. “But I don’t wanna hear a single sound out of you. Sound good?”

I am willing to do part two where Y/N is the mean/dom one if you want?

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Hey author-chan could i get a fic/imagine/one where everyone is having a bad day (especially Levi) so his s/o takes his own savings and goes into town to buy ingredients to make dinner for him and the cadets (include Erwin and Hange too) to cheer them up, with lots of fluff, please? (sorry for my english and feel free to ignore)

Hi, sorry it took so long! I enjoyed writing this one, hopefully, you like it too 🥺.

I hope it's not too angsty, (I'm kinda unsure whether the story is what you requested), but feel free to tell me if it is! Enjoy reading 🤍✨

Word count: 3586

You could feel the cold atmosphere pressing down on your shoulders when you entered the cafeteria. Everyone was sitting down at the tables, just staring into nothing. Occasionally you could hear someone sighing or coughing, twitching their legs underneath the table. Could you blame them? After everything they went through? 

‘Oi Eren’, you forced a smile, placing your arm around his shoulder while sitting down next to him, ‘Ready for your experiments with Hange tomorrow?’, you pulled him closer, noticing his cold eyes kept staring at his untouched food, ‘Ai Y/N-san’. 

You closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh. You hated this. They were only kids, they shouldn’t have to feel this pain, this much grief, but that’s what they signed up for when they joined the Corps. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel bad. You could see their smiles disappear more and more each day. 

‘Come on, eat your food’, you stood back up again while brushing through Eren’s hair, ‘Your body needs it, even though your mind tells you it doesn’t’, ‘Ai’, you could hear his cold voice breaking down your core, wishing you could take his pain away. 

You walked out of the cafeteria, trying to keep a positive attitude with everything you got. 

‘Levi?’, you softly knocked on his office, ‘Ai, come in’. ‘You sound tired’, you said while slowly opening the door, ‘I am Y/N’. 

Levi was sitting behind his desk, lips firmly pressed together, eyes hanging low. 

‘What’s wrong Levi?’, you slowly walked towards him, placing your hands on his shoulders as to take some tension away, ‘Nothing, just tired’. 

You frowned at his lie. You knew Levi wasn’t someone to open up easily. He told you that from the beginning. He warned you, tried to push you away with everything he got, but you decided to stay. It’s not that you regretted dating him, but you often wished he would share some of his burdens with you. You didn’t want him to go through anything alone. 

‘Levi I know something’s wrong… You’re not the only one who’s feeling down’, you slowly took your hands away from his shoulders, walking towards the front of his desk, ‘You should’ve seen the cadets… No one’s even touching their food’. Levi rubbed through his bloodshot eyes, ‘We lost a lot of cadets yesterday Y/N, it’s normal everyone’s feeling like that’, his gaze shifted back to the reports laying on his desk, ‘I’m writing letters to their parents… Writing how heroic their son or daughter died…’, Levi chuckled. ‘What?’, you tilted your head, brows frowning in confusion. ‘Is being torn to pieces a heroic death Y/N? Or being eaten alive? Stumped on as if they were ants? Is that a heroic death to you?’, Levi raised his voice, trying to do his best to ignore the aching feeling in his chest. ‘You never raised your voice at me before’, you whispered, hurt by the way he reacted. ‘Fuck Y/N, I’m trying to tell you what’s wrong and you’re going to cry because I’m frustrated?’. 

It was quiet for a moment. Levi was right, you shouldn’t have reacted the way you did. You asked him to open up, to tell him what was wrong. 

‘I’m sorry’, you looked at the ground, ‘I’m sad too, that’s all’, you could feel your lips trembling, eyes stinging. ‘N-no don’t do that’, Levi sighed while softly massaging his forehead. 

Levi could hear your familiar cute sniffs. He didn’t like it when you cried, but when you started sniffing like that, looking at the ground, pouting… You were just so cute. Everyone knew you as their tough Squad Leader, the one who wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone, but Levi knew better. Levi knew you were just as scared as the cadets, just as insecure. He knew you never cried in front of anyone, except when you were with him, making it all the more precious to him knowing you trusted him like that. 

‘I-I’m sorry’, you said through your sobs, ‘I-I don’t mean to…’, ‘It’s fine kid’, you could feel Levi pulling you closer, his arms firmly wrapped around you. 

The two of you stood there for a couple of minutes. Just enjoying the other’s embrace. 

‘L-levi?’, you looked up at him, you could see he was staring at the wall, as if he saw a ghost. ‘What date is it today?’, his voice sounded colder than usual, ‘May 7th’, you answered confused. You could feel his hands trembling on your back, eyes still fixed on the wall. ‘Levi? W-what’s wrong?’, you looked at his emotionless expression. ‘Levi? This isn’t funny… I’m worried’, you carefully let go of him, trying to pull away from his grip, but he only tightened his arms around you. ‘L-levi you’re hurting me’, your heart started to race, you never saw him like this, ‘L-levi, please’. 

It was only when Levi could hear you sobbing again that he could shake himself out of the trance he was in. He noticed how tight his arms were wrapped around you, knowing he was hurting you. 

‘Get out’, Levi quickly let go of you, turning his back towards you. ‘H-huh?’, ‘Didn’t you hear me?’, Levi looked coldly at you over his shoulder, seeing the tears stream down your cheeks broke his heart, ‘I said get out Y/N’. ‘B-but I’m worried’, you placed your hand on his shoulder. Within a second, you could feel Levi grabbing your wrist, ‘I asked you nicely to leave, twice. The next time, won’t be nice Y/N’. ‘Fuck Levi’, you lowered your head, trying to avoid his gaze, 'I know you have your past; I knew you would try and push me away but this… You’re hurting me’, you looked at your wrist. If Levi were to tighten his grip a little more, you knew he would break it. 

Levi clenched his jaw, hating himself for hurting you, ‘Leave… Please’. You could feel his hand disappearing from your wrist. You immediately tried to soften the pain by rubbing your thumb across the soft skin. Without saying anything else, you left. 

--- 

‘Erwin?’, you softly knocked on the Commander’s door. Even though he became your friend over the years, you were still nervous when you went to his office. When you heard an affirmative ‘Ai’, you entered, sitting down in one of the chairs before his desk. 

‘What’s wrong?’, Erwin kept writing, his gaze never leaving the papers in front of him. ‘W-what happened to Levi? Why did he become so cold?’, you asked nervously, thumb still rubbing across your swore wrist. You could see Erwin looking up from his paperwork, putting his pen down, ‘Is he acting different today?’, Erwin’s cold gaze reminded you of Levi’s. You nodded in response, wondering if Erwin knew more. ‘It’s best if you leave him be Y/N, just for today’, ‘B-but why?’ What happened?’, you desperately cried out. You needed to know what was going on. ‘It’s Isabel’s birthday’, Erwin picked up his pen again, ‘Isabel? Who is that? His ex?’, you rolled your eyes while crossing your arms. You could feel yourself getting jealous already. ‘No’, Erwin glanced up from his papers at you, ‘She was one of his comrades before they joined the Corps. He saw her as family’, you could see a small smile appearing on Erwin’s face, ‘She died in a mission. She and Farlan’, Erwin’s smile disappeared as quickly as it came. 

You didn’t know what to say. Something inside you felt hurt that he hadn’t told anything about that part of his life to you. 

‘They were the first persons he ever cared for Y/N. I can still remember Isabel calling him her brother’, Erwin stopped writing again, ‘You can only imagine how much it hurt him to find her head laying on the ground while Farlan was being torn to pieces by a Titan’. 

You could feel your stomach aching. You felt sad that he had to go through something like that, but now you understood why Levi had such a hard time letting people in. He never knew anything else but pain when he did that. Levi lost his mother, Kenny abandoned him, and the first friends he ever had, died a horrible death. You could only imagine how guilty Levi felt when he found them. You knew he probably blamed himself for not being there to save them. 

‘A-and what’s wrong with you?’, you forced a smile on your face. Erwin shook his head while smiling, ‘You notice everything, don’t you?’. You placed your hand behind your head, scratching through your hair, ‘Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me’, you smiled while getting up, ‘Make sure the cadets are in the cafeteria ‘round 8’, you waved at your friend before walking towards the door. 

--- 

‘Hange! Hange!’, you knocked at her door, out of breath from running as fast as you could towards her room, ‘Oi what’s wrong?’, ‘C-can I use your horse? Mine got injured after yesterday’s mission’, ‘Sure’, Hange scratched the top of her head while looking confused at you, ‘Where are you going?’, ‘N-nowhere’, you were still trying to catch your breath, ‘Be in the cafeteria at 8, and make sure Levi’s there too!’, you smiled while running towards your room. 

You opened the drawer of your night cabin, picking up the little wooden box. You opened it, smiling when you saw you had enough money saved to buy everything you needed. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It didn’t bother you that you wouldn’t have anything left of it, you just wanted to see a smile on everyone's face again. After that, you rode to the city as fast as you could, buying everything you needed. 

--- 

‘I wonder if we need to go on another mission’, Armin scratched the back of his neck while walking towards the cafeteria, ‘Ai’, Jean sighed while looking at the ceiling, dragging his feet across the floor. 

Erwin had to drag Levi away from his office. Levi was walking next to the Hange and Erwin towards the cafeteria, dreading whatever it was Erwin had planned. 

Levi didn’t know you had something planned, Erwin and Hange didn’t tell him. They knew Levi was feeling depressed today, and even if they didn’t know what you had planned either, they knew it would be something nice, something to cheer everyone up, so they didn’t bother to tell Levi. Hoping it would cheer him up even more if he found out you were the one that had planned something.

---

You were placing everything on the tables when you heard the voices of the cadets down the hallway. You looked around at everything you prepared. You had placed the meat on the tables, the plates, the cutlery, … ‘Shit, the wine’, you quickly ran towards the kitchen, placing several bottles on each table. You could hear the door opening when you placed the last bottle.

‘Tadaaa!’, you smiled while waving at the cadets that entered through the door. You wish you could somehow frame this moment. The looks on their faces were priceless. 

‘Wh-what?’, you could hear Jean’s voice, ‘Sasha’s going to go crazy’, Connie smirked, ‘Oi Jean, we should get some rope to tie her up, remember how crazy she went last time?’. 

You could hear everyone gasp when they saw the food on the tables, the wine. You could see them smiling, laughing. 

‘Meat! I can smell meat!’, you could see Sasha pushing everyone aside, mouth already watering, ‘Sasha, stay calm! H-here!’, you grabbed her arm, pulling her with you with all strength you had. ‘I-I made this for you’, you forced her to look at the plate that was sitting in the kitchen, ‘This is for you, all of it’. 

You knew how crazy Sasha went from meat, how much she loved it, and since she saved that kid during that mission yesterday, you thought she deserved something like this. 

‘I-is that for me? All of it?’, you could see her finger tremble while pointing towards it, eyes watering, ‘Ai’, you brushed through her hair, ‘Enjoy’. ‘Thank you’, you could feel both of her arms around your waist. Startled by the sudden form of affection, you awkwardly nodded, telling her it was nothing before softly pushing her away. 

You headed back towards the other cadets. You were so happy to see everyone smiling and enjoying their food. 

‘Thank you Y/N-san!’, you could hear Eren’s voice rise above the noise of the talking cadets, ‘A-ai thank you!’, you could hear Jean following. It didn’t take long for all of the cadets were thanking you from the tables they were sitting on.

You shyly smiled, softly stroking over your shoulder. 

‘Thank you Y/N’, you could hear Erwin’s voice next to you, ‘They needed something like this, we all did’, ‘D-don’t worry’, you could feel your cheeks getting red, ‘W-where’s Levi?’, you looked around the room. ‘I’m here kid’, you could hear his familiar voice from behind you, ‘L-levi I’m so sorry for the way I acted’, you quickly placed your arms around him. 

Erwin couldn’t help but smile when he saw how Levi closed his eyes when you hugged him, how he in an instant placed his arms around your waist. Erwin was happy for his friend. He thought you were Levi’s miracle, in his eyes, you were the one that saved Levi from himself.

‘Oi Erwin’, Hange placed her arm around his shoulder, handing him a glass of wine, ‘Let’s enjoy this evening’, she smiled at her Commander, her friend. ‘Ai Hange’, Erwin allowed a small smile to appear on his face. They both walked towards a table, placing themselves next to the cadets. 

‘Did you make all of this?’, Levi’s voice sounded soft again, ‘A-ai’, you nodded. ‘Tch’, Levi smiled at you, ‘You’re something else’. You smiled back at him, ‘Come on, let’s get some wine’. 

--- 

‘3 AM, already?’, you looked across the room. Everyone was still drinking and laughing. Even Erwin and Hange were still drinking wine, laughing at the way Eren mimicked his Titan form. ‘I’m tired Levi’, you rubbed through your eyes, ‘Want to sleep with me tonight?’, ‘Ai, would love to’, he softly intertwined his fingers in yours, guiding you to your room. 

You quickly took off your uniform, you couldn’t wait to get into one of your oversized shirts to sleep in. 

‘L-levi?’, you quietly called out for him while placing your hair in a ponytail, ‘Ai’, he responded while undressing himself. ‘I know it was her birthday’, you said softly, not daring to look into his eyes. ‘Erwin told you, huh?’, Levi sat down on your bed, lowering his eyes. He didn’t want to be reminded of her. ‘A-ai, but only because I-‘, ‘Don’t worry I’m not mad at him’, Levi’s voice sounded cold again. He let out a tired sigh before laying down in bed, placing both of his arms underneath his head. You could see the pain in his eyes, they were now fixed on the ceiling, making you wish you hadn’t told him. ‘Levi I-‘, ‘Please Y/N, I don’t want to talk about it’, Levi rolled to his side, his back was now facing you. ‘Levi, their death… It wasn’t your fault, you know that, right?’, you whispered while laying underneath the sheets with him, placing your hand on his waist, crawling up against him. He didn’t answer. ‘Earlier today, when you asked me to leave… What happened Levi? D-do you have-‘, ‘Ai’, you could feel him tense up. 

You knew it made him uncomfortable to talk about something like this, something that was still so painful for him, but you needed to know more, to understand him more. You wanted to be there for him. 

‘I-it’s fine, you know? I have it too’, you whispered while digging your head in between his shoulder blades, ‘I often can’t sleep because I hear the sound of their ODM gear, their screams’, your voice started to break, ‘I-I can even smell their blood’, you tried to stay strong. 

It was the first time you talked about something like this, but how could you expect Levi to break down his walls when you didn’t do the same?

‘Why didn’t you tell me’, Levi slowly turned around, grabbing both of your hands in his, ‘I don't want you to have to go through that alone’, ‘And I don't want you to either, Levi’, you looked at his hands around yours. Levi sighed, placing his forehead against yours. You could feel his nose brushing against yours. Before you knew it, you could taste a salt taste on your lips, ‘Levi?’, you widened your eyes when you could see a tear streaming down his cheek. You never saw him cry before. ‘I’m so scared to lose you’, his voice was shaking, ‘Ever since I met you, I can see the world in color again, I can feel something again’. ‘Y-you’re not going to lose me Levi’, a painful smile appeared on your face.

You hated to see him cry, but Levi never told you something like that before. You knew he loved you and cared for you, but he never told you that. 

‘You need to trust me, to believe in me’, ‘Tch’, Levi closed his eyes. ‘Levi?’, you could feel his hands tightening around yours again, ‘Levi, I’m here, you’re here, with me’, you slowly pulled your head away. You noticed his eyes were closed; jaw clenched. ‘L-levi’, you tried to ignore the pain of his nails digging into the soft skin of your hands. ‘Levi, I’m not Isabel’, you said softly, ‘I-‘, ‘Then why do you say the exact same things as her’, Levi opened his eyes, voice sounding cold again. ‘H-huh?’, you looked confused at him, ‘S-she… She told me to believe in her and when I did she …’, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t know…‘, you could feel Levi loosening his grip around your hands, ‘Fuck!’, you could see him placing both of his hands on his face. 

Levi could see the blood on your hands. He hated himself for not being in control when he had one of his episodes. You were the last person he wanted to hurt, especially not since you were going through the same things as he was. 

‘Oh no, it’s nothing’, look’, you smiled while grabbing a napkin from your nightstand, wiping away the blood on your hands. ‘It’s not nothing!’, you could hear Levi raising his voice again, ‘I don’t want to hurt you Y/N. What if I lose control? What if I-‘, ‘That’s not going to happen’, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, ‘You’re not going to hurt me’. 

Tears were flowing from Levi’s eyes, you could hear it in the way he was breathing. You knew he didn’t want you to see him like that, so you just kept your head in between his shoulder and neck, softly stroking over his chest. 

You could feel Levi grabbing your hand before leaving a soft kiss on each knuckle, ‘I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to hurt you’, ‘Stop apologizing’, you chuckled, ‘You didn’t hurt me, it’s just a scratch’. 

Levi knew you were lying; he knew your hands would be bruised from his nails digging into your skin. Either way, he didn’t want to ruin the night. You had worked so hard for everyone to have a good time, for everyone to smile again. 

‘I love you’, he whispered while placing your hand on his cheek, placing a kiss in the palm of your hand, ‘You’re everything to me’. You gently stroked his cheek before placing a soft kiss on his temple, ‘I love you too Levi, more than anything’. 

--- 

Levi was holding you. You were the little spoon, you always were. Levi loved to smell your hair before falling asleep. But you noticed Levi couldn’t sleep. His breathing never slowed down, nor did his hand twitch on your stomach like he usually did before falling asleep.

‘Hard time falling asleep?’, you whispered while carefully grabbing his hand, holding it against your chest, ‘Ai’, he whispered back to you. ‘Don’t worry’, you smiled while sitting up straight, you knew Levi must be frowning at your sudden movements, ‘Come here’, you softly smacked your lap with your hands, gesturing Levi to place his head on it, ‘I’m going to make sure you’re going to fall asleep’. ‘Tch kid, don’t waste your time, you know shit like that doesn’t work-‘, ‘Just try it’. 

You could hear Levi sighing before placing his head on your lap. You softly started brushing through his hair, occasionally caressing the soft skin of his cheeks, or moving towards his back, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin. 

‘Hm, feels good’, Levi murmured after a couple of minutes. You could feel your heart fill with joy. You loved hearing the sound of his voice when he was so calm. It didn’t take long before you could feel his breathing slow down, you could even feel a trail of his drool on your legs, causing you to chuckle. You knew Levi must be tired, that he hadn’t felt this calm in ages. You let out a deep sigh before closing your eyes, letting your head rest against the headboard, ‘I can stay like this forever’, you whispered to yourself, hand resting on Levi’s back, ‘Never knew I could love anyone as much as I love you’, you murmured to yourself before falling asleep.

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Dolce Morte [Kenny McCormick x reader]

Capitolo 1 - Dolce Sguardo

La neve smise di cadere e il sole si fece spazio in cielo allontanando le nuvole e dando inizio a una nuova giornata di pieno inverno. Arrivai finalmente alla fermata dell'autobus accompagnata dal mio vicino di casa Craig, lo seguivo come per gioco, passando con i piedi sopra le sue impronte segnate sulla neve nel mentre camminava: – C-Craig! – la voce di Tweek interruppe il rigoroso silenzio e attirò l'attenzione di Craig che si avvicinò e gli lasciò un bacio sulla guancia come saluto, – T-temevo non arrivassi più! Aaghh..!– spostai lo sguardo dai due per non disturbarli troppo e aspettai con calma l'arrivo del bus.

Osservai la strada ghiacciata dove ogni tanto passava qualche macchina, mentre durante l'attesa si alzò un lieve venticello che mi raffreddò le guance e le mani, nonostante fossi ben coperta, non vedevo l'ora di riscaldarmi salendo sull'autobus. Al suo arrivo finalmente mi sistemai nei sedili centrali accanto a Bebe come a mio solito e infilai le mani nelle tasche per riscaldarle meglio: – Buongiorno, non hai ancora comprato dei nuovi guanti? –la salutai con un sorriso e scossi la testa – Pensavo che non ce ne fosse bisogno ma purtroppo mi sbagliavo –mi lasciai sfuggire una risata e allungai lo sguardo verso la porta: eravamo giunte alla fermata di Heidi e Wendy. Le due ragazze salirono ma solo una si sedette con noi, l'altra ci salutò e passò oltre raggiungendo Stan agli ultimi posti: – Ieri sera Wendy mi ha detto che sono tornati assieme – sussurrò Heidi sghignazzando divertita, – Stan l'ha raggiunta sotto casa con un mazzo di fiori solo per scusarsi – aggiunse coprendosi un po' la bocca per non farsi sentire troppo dagli altri; tutte e tre ci girammo verso i due cercando di non farci notare troppo, stavano parlando tranquillamente mano nella mano con accanto Kyle che se ne stava appoggiato con la testa al finestrino mezzo addormentato. Penso siano una coppia davvero carina ma dovrebbero comunicare di più, sono due teste calde che si scontrano di continuo, spero davvero che riescano a trovare una loro armonia.

Arrivammo al capolinea e scendemmo tutti dal bus per avviarci verso la scuola, il vento si era fatto più forte e riuscivo a sentire come se il freddo si stesse infilando tra i miei vestiti, mi fermai per sistemarmi meglio la sciarpa per coprirmi anche il naso ma venni improvvisamente spinta avanti e caddi a terra con le mani sulla neve gelida. Voltai subito la testa per vedere chi fosse stato il colpevole e notai Kenny allontanarsi e iniziare a mettere le mani addosso a Cartman urlando cercando di fermare le risate dell'altro.

Mi alzai con fatica spolverandomi via la neve da dosso e raggiunsi le mie amiche, arrivate davanti all'entrata decisi di voltarmi ancora una volta per dare un'ulteriore occhiata non sentendo più litigare: gli occhi di Kenny si spostarono subito non appena incrociarono i miei e lui si voltò con essi. Da quanto tempo mi stava fissando? Forse voleva scusarsi per avermi fatto cadere, sembrerebbe un tipo timido all'apparenza ma fa sempre un sacco di casino, non è possibile che non abbia preso iniziativa... forse semplicemente non gli interessava ma non ciò non spiegherebbe il motivo di quello sguardo. Mi strinsi le mani tra di loro e ricominciai a camminare verso il mio armadietto per recuperare i libri per la lezione di oggi e mi diressi dopodiché in classe.

Le prime ore di lezione passarono abbastanza in fretta ma non riuscii a concentrarmi del tutto: nel mentre che mi giravo a sistemare le cose nella borsa, notavo con la coda dell'occhio lo sguardo di Kenny rivolto verso di me dal banco in fondo alla classe. Durante la ricreazione feci finta non fosse successo nulla per tutto il tempo e rimasi ad ascoltare i vari pettegolezzi delle mie amiche.

Questa strana situazione mi confondeva le idee e mi faceva battere il cuore allo stesso tempo, ero ansiosa di sapere se si sarebbe limitato a guardarmi o cos'altro volesse da me. Lo vidi da lontano restate tranquillo e in silenzio ad ascoltare il suo gruppo: restai ad osservarlo da lontano continuando a pormi domande. Nel mezzo dei miei pensieri mi riportò sulla terra uno schiocco di dita di Heidi davanti ai miei occhi: – Ehi, che dici? Saresti d'accordo? – non avevo minimamente seguito il discorso ma annuii intuendo si trattasse si una solita discussione incentrata sul decidere se andare al centro commerciale o a qualche evento al quale partecipare questo fine settimana – Ottimo, siamo tutte quante d'accordo, possiamo vederci alle quattro al solito posto e fare poi un giro – Wendy concluse il discorso confermando così le mie ipotesi e tornammo tutte in classe per attendere le ultime lezioni per poi tornare a casa e prepararci per l'uscita. Poggiai la tracolla sul letto e mi tolsi le scarpe, mi spogliai e mi preparai per andare a fare una doccia in modo da rilassarmi per la strana mattinata.

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[gojonanami]

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter. 

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up. 

It was him. 

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak. 

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises? 

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers. 

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,” 

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment. 

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,” 

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile. 

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped. 

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,” 

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze. 

Fuck. 

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,” 

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—” 

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked. 

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break. 

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?” 

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?” 

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks. 

“I would,” 

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile. 

Fuck. 

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears. 

But how can you be quiet? 

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck. 

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,” 

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass. 

He’s huge. 

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—” 

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,” 

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?” 

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much. 

He was too much. 

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,” 

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,” 

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?” 

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—” 

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns. 

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart. 

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up. 

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—” 

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt. 

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store. 

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—” 

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care. 

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump. 

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush. 

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,” 

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?” 

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling. 

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.” 

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern. 

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started. 

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin. 

“What are you—” 

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,” 

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type. 

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?” 

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“ 

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,” 

“Mahito—“ 

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money,  “be a doll, won’t you?” 

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?” 

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?” 

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice. 

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?” 

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.” 

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling. 

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger. 

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods. 

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot. 

“I will,” 

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,” 

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip. 

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,” 

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.” 

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze. 

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—” 

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—” 

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,” 

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—” 

“Have another lesson?” 

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you. 

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue. 

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt. 

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was. 

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—” 

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,” 

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release. 

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure. 

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you. 

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks. 

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much. 

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light. 

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach. 

Your mouth runs dry. 

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought. 

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you. 

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it. 

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze. 

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch. 

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away. 

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—” 

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal. 

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod. 

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out. 

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!” 

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you. 

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out,  “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?” 

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder. 

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him. 

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—” 

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls. 

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt. 

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick. 

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again. 

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour. 

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The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise. 

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you. 

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.” 

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?” 

You were picking up your boyfriend. 

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.” 

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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[randynova]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 — 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂

ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ʙɪɢ ᴀɢᴇ-ɢᴀᴘ, ᴅʀᴜɢɢᴇᴅ, sᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀ-sᴜʙᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ

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A.N.: As always, stuff like this is self-indulgent lol. I did say I was going to do it, and @plopifuee gave me the encouragement to do it🤭. N' like @o3o-aya said: I am down bad — so fucking tremendously😩. So, writing about a condescending and smart-ass psychopath? Yes please! And to my best friend that is concerned about my taste in men and is disappointed in said taste, this is specifically for you <3

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𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠.

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If there was one responsibility Eugene failed to mention in his job offer to help the medical prodigy Jinyoung Park, it would be how you were expected to be a sort of stress reliever for the man and be fucked stupid to the man's content — whether you wanted to or not. Yet, you couldn't be upset for the most part. For the high pay of "helping" the older man, it became tolerable, especially when he was in a good mood. 

There were times he could be a decent man, don't worry. For instance: slow kisses along your neck while you sat on his lap as his long fingers pumped in-and-out your pussy, having you sit on his desk with his head between your legs as he shamelessly slurped on your slick cunt beneath your pencil skirt, have you suckle on his cock while he did paperwork, or maybe when he asked before he fucked you roughly against any nearby surface. Of course, he gave you a thick wad of cash after every encounter, on top of your already high regular salary. 

So why complain? Simple. His unpredictable fits of rage. 

They were always followed by his need to abuse and stuff your pussy until he was satisfied, until his anger melted away. During these instances, you were left sore and left to deal with the grim aftermath.

Unfortunately, you caught him in a bad mood today, with the criminal doctor coming into one of the spare medical rooms you were cleaning up and stabbing your neck with one of the needles he carried in his pocket without so much as a single greeting. All you could remember before blacking out was his silvery voice cooing at you, "Don't hate me too much, okay?"

Waking up with a familiar fullness, your form lay limp on the vast examination table, your thin pretty blouse fully unbuttoned as your tits bounced with each erratic buck, your boss already having his black slacks half-way down his thighs, your hips resting in his palms as he lifts your legs up to his waist, pinning them apart. Your head lulled side to side as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Though, you couldn't as your vision only showed you blurred silhouettes of everything. Even looking at the doctor proved to be difficult, barely making out the outline of his dazed features whilst he ruts into your cunt with such vigor, such desperate hunger, and raw fury.

The stretch of your weeping heat as he slides in and out is not enough to quell his anger, even as the swollen tip of his fat cock pierces the opening of your womb, pushing his cum deeper into your poor pussy without so much as a heavy grunt. Despite the white ring painting the base of his shaft, he didn't feel the slightest bit satisfied nor did he feel better. Not at all. It didn't help that you kept passing out on him every few minutes.

The deadly grip he held on your soft plush elicited a small weak whine, yet it only made him dig his nails into your flesh as a result. The only encouragement he gave to be, at the least, vocal as he fucked you. Whether from enjoyment or distress, he loved how your features contorted from either one. Jinyoung gazed at your abused cunt as it glistened with arousal under the searing light above, illuminating how it split into two and struggled to take him. Such a pretty sight, really, but he couldn't even admire your appearance as his mind was muddled and he babbled about the first thing that came to mind, even if  you were listening or not. His voice sounded muffled in your ears and only when he slipped out and flipped your body onto your stomach, sinking back in, did you finally make out a few words.

"Fuck, w-what do you think…?" Jinyoung hisses, calloused hand gripping onto your hip and knotting his fingers into your hair, nails digging into your scalp as he tugs your head up just in time to meet his brutal thrusts, groaning as he hilts his cock in one single stroke, drawing a strained whimper from you. He bit back a moan, more interested in poking jabs at your sullen expression. No, this will not do at all.

First Daniel, now you? No, unacceptable!

"Oh, you're awake? I thought we fixed that infuriating attitude of yours a while back," he sneers, running his tongue over his upper lip. Brows knitted together, his mouth stretched into a wry smile at the sound you made, rocking back before cruelly driving his pelvis forward with a deep groan. Once more, he's met with your pathetic cries and continues the vicious pace he set. "Tch, I can't believe you, [Name]. We talked about this, it's disrespectful. You were such a good girl before all this and now you're passing out on me?" He shakes his head, humming to himself when you respond with a whimper. "This just won't do, especially after the day I had."

Whatever, he didn't expect more than a few meager mewls from you right now anyway, carrying on talking to himself, dragging his throbbing length along your sweet spot and carrying on with stirring your insides. Mhm, he can always count on his cute assistant to make him feel better, your velvet walls pushing against him, helping him clear his mind in minutes when his day just wasn't going his way. And this? It gave him just enough reason to truly ruin you as he pleased.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at the thought, seething as he speaks through gritted teeth, "I mean, two bodies? It's not entirely impossible, don’t get me wrong. Ngh, but putting me up to deal with that fucker Eugene…?" The man purses his lips as he nips the tip of his tongue between his teeth, trying to calm himself. He sucks in a sharp breath, stiffening as your pussy spasms around him for the umteenth time that night, gushing and adding to the creamy fluids dribbling down your bare thighs. "Damn irritating… Shit." 

Your hazy mind could barely wrap around what he is referring to, a vague idea of what he mentioned earlier that week flashing by but slipping away once his low raspy moans drift in the air. It seems just talking about it was enough to make his blood boil, having the opposite effect of letting his emotions bottle up. Pulling your hips back, he slams back into you, bullying his thick girth into your tight sloppy cunt in an effort to forget his smoldering fury. Growling with an irate expression, he yanks your head further back and presses his chest flush against your curved back, cooing with a teasing tone into your ear, "Mm, but I'm so glad I have my favorite girl's cunt available to me… Makes this mess so much more tolerable to deal with — even if you are a damn brat right now…."

Tears lear at your eyes and the man grins at the sight, reeling at the sight of teardrops resting on your lashes and threatening to fall, how your brows furrowed, and bottom lip trembled — your pain and discomfort was more than enough to make his blood rush and heart swell, spurring his thrust to become nastier, crueler. Straightening back up whilst increasing his tempo, Jinyoung’s head lulls back, focusing on your slick clenching around him. His own release builds higher and higher once again, his abdomen tensing as his gaze bores into the blinding ceiling lights.

"Hah, no wonder that bastard was so arrogant, kept smiling n' shit…." Fat balls slapping against the  curve of your ass, he could feel himself melting and getting lost in your mellow warmth. No drug could recreate this feeling, no matter how hard he tried — and fuck, he was glad as there was nothing that could replace burying himself in this sweet cunt. Jinyoung pulls at your hair once again, the rumbling laughter slipping out of the man as he’s met with a tight squeeze, tone dripping with a dangerous edge whilst you whine at the pinch of your scalp. "I hate bastards like that! They're utter. Fucking. Trash." He emphasizes every word with a harsh snap of his hips, his thighs flexing and aching from how sore they were from hours of stimulation.

You remain silent, only sounds drizzling from you being meek broken cries whilst your eyes struggle to stay open, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth, and dribbling down onto the steel surface of the table. Though, you could not welcome the concept of rest so soon when it came to Jinyoung’s insatiable need to fuck. 

He takes notice of how your gaze falls shut and stays close for longer periods of time, much sooner than before, only for you to open them once more and ever so slowly slip into the slumber he’s been putting off. He scrunches his nose in annoyance, ceasing his movements and giving your plush a quick squeeze. Nothing. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head in disappointment, crooning with an airy tone, "Can't have you passing out right now, puppy. Give me a second…." The man untangles his hand from your locks and detaches his hand from your waist, letting your temple hit the hard table as he twists his torso to reach over to the metal tray behind him.

Carefully plucking a syringe and red vial from the full plate, Jinyoung hums whilst he stabs the small silicone opening with the pointer, pulling the end of the syringe until a fraction of the base is filled with a clear substance. Just one jab of this and your hell would continue.

"Sir… please… No… no more..," you whisper, breathing weakly as you stare blankly at the door opposite to your current position, pathetically hoping your boss would cease his antics, the sore sensation of your lower half creating an uncomfortable pressure you could hardly support. Your vision is starting to spin and you could barely make out his voice. "Ngh, it hurts… a lot, I-I can’t…."

Jinyoung feigns worry for a moment, putting the instruments down and caressing your ass gently— only for him to crack his hand against your flesh the next second.

Gasping, you flinch and curl your hands into fists as the area he struck begins to burn and throb immediately. It’s no surprise considering the rippling mass of muscles he adorned, yet his strength was another level.

"Who cares? I didn't ask you…," the man jeers while picking the syringe back up, mocking your displeasure as he grits his teeth, feeling how your cunny gripped tighter onto him when he smacked you. Interesting reaction, truly, he thought,  taking a mental note of it for future reference before a dry laugh trickles from him. Just hearing your voice pleading to him to stop when all he wanted was some relief irked him.

What happened to his little cocksleeve who just shut up and took it? Who begged him to go faster, harder even?!

Placing the vial back, he lightly flicks his finger against the needle as he pushes down, watching with delight as the tip spurts out a clear liquid. With a small amount, he'd have you back to his sweet little ragdoll who he can fill with load after load of his cum, not making a single effort to defy him.

 "Shh, this isn't going to hurt, just a quick pinch…," he said with an airy tone as he hunches over your feeble frame, poking the vein in your neck and dispersing the drugs into your bloodstream, reeling from how you shudder against him. This would force you to stay awake yet remain in a catatonic state for a few more hours, just as he wanted — needed. "That's it, pretty, that’s it…," he coos, humming in content at how quickly it began to take effect. Jinyoung always found delight in the way your body falls limp once he injects you, gleefully welcoming how quiet and compliant you became. It made slipping into your slick all the more pleasant, gummy walls swallowing his girth deeper as your muscles relaxed. "Wasn't so bad now, huh.…" Tossing the syringe over his shoulder, he leers down at how you slumped against the table, eyes wide as they look back at him in fear.

Perfect. With a blissful sigh, he starts pounding into you, breathlessly muttering as he pulls your hips back into him, nails digging in and breaking the exposed skin —

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲… 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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[ch1n1tahwrites]

COD TWT P!LINKS

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

Simon fingering your tiny pretty pink pussy

loserteenage!ghost in your room past your bed time

Simon lavishing his pretty girl

fucking your thighs

letting you dominate him once (maybe he realized he should let you more)

JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

fingering you after a long mission

sucking your tits because he missed his mommy

waking you up to this

riding him cuz you missed him

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

throwing your pretty little body around

while your watching a movie

makeup sex after your fight

letting you sit on his face whilst you read

fucking you because you asked for it

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

eating you out after dinner

after a mission

eating you out pt.2

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[thecrystalquill]

Unexpected Part 9

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Summary:  Everyone knew Fred Weasley, the cocky, confident, Griffindor beater and prank extraordinaire. Everything was pretty damn perfect, until he meets a girl that sends his nerves wild.

A/N: ugh finally the next part is here!!! ive been busy but im so glad this one’s done :)

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Sprinting at full speed through the halls, Fred glanced at his watch again as he dodged a couple of first years. Five minutes to ten, he was cutting it fine. Papers fell from his clumsily packed bag as he rounded a corner, ignoring the yells and complaints from people he dodged.

His legs were starting to ache from all the running, but he powered through. Why did Hogwarts have to be so damn big?

Finally the library doors were in sight. Stopping to catch his breath by the entrance, Fred tried to straighten himself out the best he could. Was his heart beating so fast from the running or the nerves? Oh Godric his palms were sweating.

It was a spectacular library, he’d credit that – only, he didn’t visit it often. Some said it was because the twins never studied, others rumoured that they didn’t even know where it was. Truth be told, Fred didn’t like being in the library all that much; it was quiet and boring and had so many rules, and whenever he did study (which was more often than people speculated), he much preferred to do so elsewhere.

Fred weaved his way around the room, checking faces at every table he could find. He looked around the rows of desks and between the towering bookcases and everywhere else he knew to look. But his tutor was nowhere to be seen. Checking his watch once more, Fred let out a deep sigh. Ten minutes past ten – late.

She’d left already because of his tardiness, and all of that effort was for nothing.

His bag hit the ground with a low thud, along with his hopes. Fred grunted in frustration. Brilliant, he thought to himself, screwed everything up before you’d even started.

“I told you not to be late.”

Fred jumped at the unexpected interruption, picking his head up and spinning around.

There she was, leaning against the bookshelf just behind him. She looked so different in her casual wear; black jeans, blue converse, and a summery cream-coloured blouse. Quite different from the Slytherin robes he’d only ever seen her in (and, if we’re being honest, she looked much less intimidating). “I-I couldn’t find you…” he said, but he suspected excuses wouldn’t do him any favours.

She examined him for a minute, contemplating the guilty expression on his face, before turning around and walking away.

Fred’s heart sank to his feet, watching as she rounded the corner – he’d definitely blown it.

“Aren’t you coming?” He heard, and he barely stopped to think before he grabbed his back and jogged to follow, his heart stuttering as he caught up.

(Y/N) lead him to a small table at the far end of the library, away from prying eyes and distractions. It was a small, square-ish desk in the middle of the isle, between two tall bookcases containing countless books and theorems labelled from alchemy to occultism. She had already set her things down and took a seat, raising a brow as he stood there.

Quickly, Fred sat in the chair beside her, yet again being consumed by her ashen aroma; this time, he noticed her perfume was different, the floral fragrance of roses replaced with the sweet scent of vanilla. The combination would quickly become his favourite. “Um… thank you, for er- for helping me out,” he expressed as he fiddled with the end of his shirt, “I-I appreciate it.” Oh Merlin stop his heart from beating so hard.

She gave him a soft smile that eased his nerves, pulling out a book from the things on the table. “You need it,” she said with a smirk, drawing out a laugh from him. “I thought we’d start with Tarot…”

Two hours later, Fred was staring down at what (Y/N) had called the ‘Rainbow Spread’ – seven rows of cards laid out across the desk as he tried to decipher the meanings. They’d spent the previous hour going over the meanings (and reverse meanings) of the cards and how to interpret them. He’d taken simplified notes and shuffled the deck more times than he could count, and (Y/N) had been helpfully encouraging him as they went.

Strange how it all works out; he’d come for a sly study-date and actually ended up learning something.

His heart leapt every time she leaned over to point at something on the desk, breath caught in his throat when she rested her hand on his arm, face flushing when she smiled or laughed. Merlin he was really in deep. Once he’d even managed the courage to rest his arm along the back of her chair, thanking Godric Gryffindor himself for sparing him some bravery.

“You’ve been doing really well, Fred.” Said (Y/N) as they packed away their things.

Fred could feel hope lighting his chest, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thanks,” he quietly replied, looking for something to say, “you um… you’re a good teacher, y’know… half the time I never know what Trelawny’s going on about.” He laughed, passing the girl her deck of cards.

(Y/N) shook her head, grabbing her bag instead. “Keep them, I have more.”

The tips of his ears reddened as he put the pack in his pocket. He was cute when he blushed – but (Y/N) would never tell him that so sincerely. “I’ll see you next week, Fred.” She promised, sending him a wink, making the redness travel all the way down to his neck.                                                                  

Next week couldn’t come soon enough.

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[struggling-bee]

Omar Ulmer x Reader (Sneak Peek)

A/N: I’ve had this idea for almost a year now oops This’ll be a modern AU and we’re gonna have to pretend that WWII was recent. Can I possibly make that make sense? No. Do I care? No. Hashtag yolo. If you disapprove, don’t let me know bc I’ll cry and I don’t have a therapist anymore.

What if I made this universe just have and lack all the rules I need and don’t need? Perhaps. 

Let's-a-go!

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Most of them made it, the Basterds, and they were home.

Back to routine. Back to normal life. Back to being normal people.

Omar didn’t feel like he was home. The concept of “home” felt foreign and unattainable. He was used to traveling now, being unsure of where they’d be, if they’d make it and if they’d win. And they did! They did win! It was great! And he felt lost now.

What to do about that? Keep traveling, but no danger involved? Road trip. A road trip with his closest friends. 

He’d called them, his fellow Basterds, and four agreed. Smitty, Hirschberg, Wicki (For some of it) and you. 

He was so excited.

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[violetsandfluff]

Just Not Feeling Well

Y/N gets sick and Harry takes care of her. Word count: 1k+

Though you were comfortable on the couch, you knew you needed to take a shower. You felt unclean.

Leaving your blanket, phone, and computer on the couch, you walked upstairs with the intention of taking a quick shower before Harry got home.

You turned the water up to its normal temperature and cringed when it was too hot. You turned the dial more toward cold and suddenly started shivering. That was unusual. You spent an absurd amount of time tempering with the dial and eventually surrendered to showering in the icy water.

You had just begun washing your hair when you suddenly felt sick to your stomach. It wasn’t the kind of sick that made you feel the need to throw up, rather the kind you got when the shower water was too hot. Your legs grew shaky and your head throbbed. Your stomach twisted to the point where you felt as if you could no longer stand.

Washing the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair seemed like an unbearable task and the moment you finished, you stumbled drunkenly out of the shower. Upon turning the water off, you felt the steamy metal. That was weird. The mirrors were all foggy from the heat, but you let them be. You didn’t feel like cleaning them off.

The first thing you did after drying off was sit down on the toilet lid, which felt ice-cold under you. You slipped on a pair of soft underwear and felt like crying when you felt them brush against your legs. What was going on?

Despite your legs being shaky, you found comfort in leaning against the wall that separated the shower from the toilet. You hugged it tightly as you seemingly deteriorated. You were almost sweating, but not quite. You were almost shivering, but again, not quite. There weren’t enough words in the world to describe how you felt.

You hugged that wall for seemingly forever, until your legs and core felt too weak to hold you. A brief glance at the clock told you it had only been one minute. That was not good news.

You managed to get into your bedroom and climb into bed with the last of your strength, but it didn’t take long to realize that you didn’t have your computer or your phone. You needed them, but there was no way you could pry yourself from the covers long enough to run downstairs and grab them.

You laid in silence, waiting desperately for Harry to return. You were hot, tired, cold, and achy all over, but you couldn’t get comfortable no matter how hard you tried, much less sleep.

Harry entered the house at nine o’clock, which had become usual at that point. He found it bizarre that your things were laying on the couch without you. He carried them upstairs to your bedroom where, to his surprise, he found you laying.

“My baby,” he cooed as he laid down next to you, still wearing his street clothes. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

You became aware of the fact that you’d been crying for him this whole time. You just buried your face in the pillow and cried some more.

“What’s happened? Are you sick?” He slid his hand between your forehead and the pillow and pulled it back when he felt the heat radiating off of it. “My baby,” he said again, ruffling your still damp hair.

“I can make you feel better. Just let me get my pajamas on.”

When he had is pajamas on, he slid under the covers beside you and found that you were naked with the exception of your underwear. “Y/N,” he said softly. “Let’s get some clothes on you, Love. You’re shivering because of your fever.”

He brought you one of his sweatshirts and a pair of your sweatpants to put on and, when you didn’t budge, he peeled the blankets off you and dressed you like a baby. There you laid, shivering, on the bedsheet as he smiled down at you.

You squirmed against the cold air that was piercing you like darts and more tears flowed down your cheeks.

Harry pulled the covers up to your chin and sat on the bed like a parent reading their child a bedtime story. “Y/N, you know what you remind me of right now?” He handed you a pill to take for your fever.

You took it and stared intently up at him before rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“You remind me of a little boy meeting his baby sister. She’s so tiny, so perfect, so fragile,” he stopped to brush a damp lock of hair from your face and continued. “And she moves! She’s a tiny little human! And she’s all mine!”

With that, he crawled into the covers beside you and you rolled over to continue looking at his face.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” he asked softly, like anything louder would hurt you to the point of you crying again.

“Snuggles,” you croaked out shyly, looking down at the blanket that was wrapped around you. You didn’t want to ask him for something that could potentially harm him or, in this case, get him sick.

“Of course,” he smiled softly. “Anything. Come here, Lovie.”

You did and his strong arms held you fast against his chest. It was a feeling that you’d craved since he left in the morning. You felt so at home and so loved that you began to cry again, tears soaking his white t-shirt.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked softly into the night. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head before sobbing into his chest.

“Just not feeling well?”

You nodded and choked out another sob as shivers crawled around on top of you, clawing your skin like a zombie.

“Tell me if you need anything. Okay, Love?... Love?”

He looked down at you. You had drifted off peacefully, your tearstained face glowing in the moonlight that sifted into the room. He smiled to himself. His arms had the power to send his beautiful girl to sleep.

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