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lovebugism · 8 months

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grinding against virgin!eddie cock until he cums. skin to skin.

i love a good sinful request hahah hope you like it angel! — the one where you ride eddie for the first time (new-ish relationship, l-bomb, smut 18+, 1.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

A summer breeze billows through an opened window. The evening air cools your burning, bare skin when it kisses your sweat-slicked bodies. It feels almost like silk. Nowhere near as soft as you are.

Eddie sits on the edge of his bed while you ride him. You’re made exactly of velvet and honey as you roll your hips in rhythmic motions over his thighs. Your warm cunt sucks him impossibly further in and in and in.

The slick drooling from your pulsating walls drenches his aching cock and the bushy thatch of pubic hair below it. You grow somehow tighter every time your sensitive clit drags across the coarse patch of his happy trail. You tilt your head back and exhale a gentle moan at the ceiling — as pretty as a wolf howling at the moon.

Eddie so desperately wants to kiss the newly displayed skin of your neck. His lips ache to suckle at the tendons you bear to him, to find your racing pulse point and bite you softly there. He might’ve — if only he could tear his eyes away from you for a fraction of a second.

This isn’t the first time he’s fucked you, but it’s the first time you’ve been on top of him like this.

His chest swells with the same burning pleasure you gave him the first time he slipped inside you. His cock is equally as sensitive, though maybe more so with the newfound sensation of the steady rise and fall of your velvety cunt.

His hands are still as unsure of themselves. They fidget with the urge to hug you tightly to him, though he's distantly fearful of touching such art at the same time.

You notice it rather quickly — the way his fingers idle on the outsides of your knee in a featherlight touch.

You can tell he wants to touch you, that he just doesn’t know how to.

He’s still scared of making the wrong move with you, still feeling the need to impress you in some way. Unsure of how he got you in the first place, he’s worried his inadequacy will ultimately lead to his heartache.

“You don’t have to be afraid to touch me, Eds,” you tell him, breathless, as you sink down to the base of his cock.

You still and linger there, exhaling a gentle moan from your nose at the combined feeling of him twitching inside you and your delicate button rolling across his lap.

Eddie feels close to exploding, both at how good you feel and how overwhelmed you’re making him.

Your trembling hands rise from his shoulders to cup his jaw. Your thumb swipes over his flushed skin as you force him to keep his eyes on you.

Your heavy-lidded stare pierces somewhere deep in his soul, a bolt of blue lightning he can feel down to his sensitive, bulbous head.

He wants to move, but his brain short circuits. You’ve effectively paralyzed him, it seems.

“C’mon…” you lilt when you notice him hesitating. A wavering smile quirks the edges of your swollen, kiss-bitten mouth.

Even though you’re not moving, you’re still suffocated by your own pleasure. He’s reaching a whole different angle inside you with this new position you’re in. You have no choice but to feel him everywhere.

“Touch me, Eddie… Need to feel you…”

Eddie’s never denied you of anything before. He’d be an idiot to start now.

With uncertain hands, he reaches for your waist. His palms are wide and warm as they settle there, pale palms smoothing over your skin and holding firmly at the soft pudge on your sides.

Even with his stern grip, his touch is not the least bit directing of you. His hands are obediently still — all-consuming with the love he holds within them.

The feeling of him in such an innocent way makes you sigh a pretty moan.

A pathetic whine sounds from Eddie’s throat when your velvet walls clench around him. He doesn’t have too long now — not with how intently you’re gripping his sensitive cock.

He grits his teeth and leans his head his back, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to fend off his inevitable orgasm.

It’s damn near impossible, he finds. He can feel you everywhere.

You’re on his dick and drenching his lap. Your damp skin presses against his, the slick between you all but adhering you to him. Your hands feel like slinking vines as they leave his jaw to curl into his hair. Your fingers twist in the sweaty tendrils at the back of his neck.

He feels the lightning strike of your touch in a tingle that shoots down his spine. Or perhaps it’s the growing need to fill you with everything he’s got to give.

Now, you’re the one that can’t stop looking at him.

His lips are pinker than usual with how keenly you’ve kissed them. The color pairs so nicely with the red splotching his pale skin — the apples of his cheeks, his jaw, the bottom of his neck, and the top of his chest.

You get too easily distracted by how pretty he is to worry about your own pleasure.

Your clit swells with every pass over his lap, but you can only think about making him feel good. You don’t want him to stop making such pretty little noises for you.

You want to hear him moan for you when he comes. You want to feel him shake like a leaf beneath you when you keep riding him through his high. You want to hear him beg you to stop when he gets too sensitive to function properly.

Surely, that isn’t too much to ask.

You need Eddie to come more than you need it for yourself.

With a knowing smirk hinting at the edges of your lip, you roll your hips over his thighs once more and clench tighter around him. A soft sigh spills from your mouth at the feeling of his cock quivering within your delicate walls.

Your smile grows when it makes Eddie moan, though it sounds more like a feeble sob in his chest.

“Doing so good for me, Eds,” you whisper as you drag your hips back again. You bring them forward a moment later, not stilling until your stomach is pressed against the soft pudge of his. “Making me feel so good.”

“Don’t talk like that,” he pleads through gritted teeth.

“Why?” you wonder with a breathless giggle.

“‘Cause it’s gonna make me come…”

“What if I want you to?”

His closed eyes squeeze further shut as a whine sounds in his throat, muffled through his clenched jaw.

Your hips fall slowly over his thighs again at a pace as steady as it is slow. They come forward again, unrushed and undemanding. The way you still and clench around him is obviously measured. It pushes him closer to the edge.

“You’re always so pretty for me when you come,” you confess, voice wavering as your own orgasm creeps up your spine. “Always makes me come so hard…”

Eddie whines again, louder this time, as he buries his face in your shoulder. He seeks solace there, with his nose smushed against your damp skin. He hides his moans there, too.

Your pace quickens over his lap, and he groans into your neck. Spurred on by his pretty sounds and his hands rising up your back, you keen and wrap your arms around his neck.

The two of you hug each other in a rather sinful embrace.

You bury your nose into his wild curls and push through the burning orange embers simmering in your clit and the pit of your stomach.

Eddie holds you tightly against him while his cock trembles relentlessly inside your satin walls, like he’s drowning in an ocean of pleasure and you’re the only thing keeping him afloat.

That’s what it feels like, anyway.

That’s what it feels like to be with you, too — in ways more innocent than this wicked one.

He’s too often lost, too innocent in his way. Still stuck in his boyhood, he rarely ever feels good enough — for life, for you.

He gravitates to you like a focal point, a reminder that he’s still alive when he feels like life is strangling him.

He doesn’t deserve you.

He doesn’t deserve to feel as good as you make him feel.

His chest swells with the very thought. It’s an empty, wet feeling that makes him feel like he might cry. And, god, what an idiot he’d be to get all emotional the first time his girlfriend rides him.

He can’t help it, though. He’s a lucky schmuck who managed to woo you into his bed — he’s owed a small sob of victory, he figures.

“Fucking love you like this,” Eddie babbles into your neck, fueled by his impending orgasm. “Love fucking you, baby… Love you all the time... Love you so fucking much, you know that? I fucking love you.”

Even though you’re distantly shocked by his words, you don’t stop riding him. You don’t plan on stopping until he’s begging you to.

You figure he’s too pussy drunk to understand what he’s saying, to know how meaningful his words really are. But he keeps on saying them — “Love you. I love you. I love you so goddamn much—”

Maybe he’s too overwhelmed by his impending orgasm, and his brain has short-circuited accordingly. Maybe he really does love you, and it took a good fucking to finally tell you.

You’re not quite sure.

You’ll ask him about it when all this is over — when his cock is softening on his thigh and his come is seeping out of you while he holds you in his arms.

But for now, you press your cheek against his burning one and whisper in his ear. “I love you, too.”

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wishluc · 1 year

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˗ˏ Playing Stupid Games

Silly little piece ft yandere alhaitham because I'm exhausted after farming for him. I hate you alhaitham!!! (I do not). I just want to shake him by the collar ♡. Not to be taken Seriously

Alhaitham's nonchalance irritates you to no end.

His casual disregard for the rage that boils beneath your skin and the frustration that's beginning to pile up on your shoulders, his apathetic glances at the splotches of color that decorate your arms after yet another attempt at climbing out a window, his offhanded comments and the way the slightest hint of something simultaneously amused and arrogant laced his words after the fact.

"I hope this will help you learn that you are here now,," he told you the first time, "and these pathetic attempts won't get you very far."

You hiss under your breath, "I don't want to be here."

He smiles at you. a cruel turn of his mouth, faux concern and mockery in his gaze, "Is that so? Well, that's too bad."

Nothing phases him, not the spite-filled words you spit at his feet or the frigid iciness of your stubborn silence. Any attempt is met with that same, cruel smile and retribution tenfold. Except his angry words come in the form of lost privileges—little things you'd hardly thought you'd miss until he had ripped it away from you. Even if it was just him taking away the warm drink you cradle every morning or the mattress you slept on, the slightest shift from the strict schedule he had you adapt to set your whole mood off. You're left feeling odd and uneasy for the rest of the day, and just when you get used to this routine, he switches back to your old one.

Your next attempt at revenge was hiding his things. It sounds useless, but when you're stuck indoors with nothing to do and with burning resentment, there's very little you can do to get back at Alhaitham. So, when he's out for work, you take his favorite mug and place it into a drawer filled with old gifts he doesn't look twice at, and you snatch up his pens and shove them somewhere under his mattress. You debate targeting his headphones, but he doesn't ever leave them lying around. Alhaitham finds everything every single time, but even then, he only gives you his usual unimpressed look and stalks off to do his work somewhere.

Some other petty tries involved using up all the hot water in the morning so he has to take a shower in the freezing cold water ("For your information, I always take cold showers," Alhaitham tells you over breakfast, much to your chagrin), placing the bookmarks in his current reads at different pages (He glances over at you, still unruffled, and shakes his head before flipping the page. The fury that fills your head almost makes you explode on him), and you even manage, on a day where you had to follow him out, sneak some sand into his shoes ("Good try," he clicked his tongue, "I'll have to reward you at home." Still, he trudges back with you by his side all the same, even if he was walking a little slower than usual, he didn't seem very affected. You hoped to save some sand to pour into his socks instead, but he stopped you. Yet another fail).

But now, you've got a wonderful idea, one you were sure won't fail to irritate him—after all, it's the very same trick he uses on you regularly. Every morning, Alhaitham has a warm cup of coffee to wake himself up and get ready to work. After observing his morning habits for as long as you have, you know how he brews his coffee by heart.

You can't throw out all the coffee in the house, but you have a better alternative. One that should frustrate him even more.

After he makes his cup, Alhaitham turns around for a few moments to reach for whatever book he was reading at the moment, before settling down. He used to try and spend this time talking to you, but you had hardly been cooperative during this time, and he had decided to leave you be—you suspect his morning listlessness had something to do with that.

He shoots you a suspicious glance when he notices you up and ready for him by the counter, but trudges past you without any accusations directed at you. He doesn't say a word as he brews his coffee, and you don't either, closely watching his every move, lying in wait as you wait for your prey to get distracted. Your heart pounds as he finishes stirring his drink, and just as he turns away to put everything away, you pounce, snatching up the mug and gulping down the hot liquid. A familiar, bitter taste fills your mouth, and there's a slight numbness in your throat, not quite used to swallowing something hot that quickly. By the time you've managed to place his empty mug back on the counter, Alhaitham had turned back around.

He exhales sharply, looking at you with that unreadable expression, and as he finally utters your name, you notice something. There's a slight strain in his voice, one you might not have normally noticed; but after all the time you've been stuck here with only his voice, apart from the the whistle of the kettle and the soft ticking of the clock, you could recognize the tiniest fluctuation. And you heard it, just then as he spoke, an unusual quaver—a slight emphasis that clearly wasn't intentional and an almost-choke—which was all you needed. The realization dawns upon you like a glorious revelation; you had finally been able to shake that apathetic exterior, even if only by a little.

Some part of you is disturbed by how intensely you've been studying him, if you're able to pick apart all the details in his voice. A larger part of you is excited at the small victory. With your eyes greedily observing him again, you pick up on more things—his eyebrows are slightly raised, and not in that sarcastic manner, his eyes widened just a fraction, but you revel in the joy of seeing anything other than smugness or indifference on him. You saunter away back to the safe corner of your bed, pleased with the little sign of weakness you've discovered. He'd get back at you soon enough, but the bitter taste of hard-earned victory would linger in your mouth for a while to come.

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byechristopher · 6 months

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WITH YOU.

– Crhis Sturniolo angst (happy ending).

chris x f!reader.

Author's note: It's been so long since I've written something and I am s o r r y but I will never stop loving 'angst'. So you have to suffer with me too. It's l o n g and I haven't checked for any typos, so if I do have any, excusez-moi.

Warnings: Depression, mood swings, Chris is smoking, could be triggering to some, please do not read if it could affect you. ♡

Summary: Chris is so obsessed with you that he suggests you should break up for a bit now that he's leaving to study abroad (just the thought of other people being around you while he can't, seemed impossible to him). When he does, he realises what a mistake that was.

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I stare down at my phone for a little bit and the screen goes off a few seconds later. I do not know how to feel or what to do, but I do know a small tear just runs down my cheek. Matt just called me – he said that Chris hasn't left his room in days; they're worried.

"Chris, are you serious?" I can feel my chest getting heavier with every second that passes.

"What the hell do you want me to think? What else is there to do?!" he explodes – his hands are buried in his hair and he gets up from the bed, "it's not easy for me either, but seriously! I can't fucking stand the thought of you being away from me.. I just can't do it. I will go crazy." he doesn't stay in place, he keeps moving anxiously, "what if.. someone flirts with you, what if you forget me while I'm away, so many what ifs – I just can't do this, I'm already fucking obsessed with you."

"Well, same goes for me, Chris! What are you saying then? We should just break up because you decided you wanted to study abroad?" I get up from the bed as well and I see him turning his back to me, his hands pressed against the wall in front of him.

"I didn't just 'decide' to fucking leave you! You know it's always been my dream to leave this goddamn place and study abroad!" he's almost screaming now and I want to hit the walls, I want to kick the doors, I want to grab him and never let him leave.

Instead, I grab his stuff and put them in his backpack, not being able to see clearly from all the tears that threaten to leave my eyes.

"What are you doing?" he sounds a little calmer now but I can feel my skin burning from all the anger, the sadness, everything all at once.

"Leave." is all I say before I throw his backpack outside my room and I turn around, not wanting to see him actually leave.

"Babe–" he starts but I quickly turn around, "leave!" I am shouting now.

Before he can say anything, I push him outside of my room and close the door behind him. And then, I break down. The heaviest weight is on my chest and it makes it so, so hard to breathe. The tears fully blurry my vision now and I almost pass out from how hard I am crying.

Two weeks have passed after that incident and yet, I can still feel that weight on my chest, let alone now.. after Matt's call. We did break up but that doesn't mean I automatically stop caring about him. I will always love him, whether he is in my life or not.

I start getting worried so I don't waste any time – I grab my phone and my bag, and with that, I quickly leave to go to Chris' house. While I'm in the car, I can't stop crying, Matt's words are on repeat in my head.

"I.. I don't know what to do.. we don't know what to say to him, he won't say anything to us.." Matt's voice is almost trembling and it's the only time I've ever heard him this worried.

"Matt, I just.. I am not sure if I can help after–" he cuts me off, pleading, "I know you guys broke up but please. We're begging you."

And here I am. Already outside their house, tears streaming down my face. I grab my stuff and before I can wipe away all the tears, the door opens and I'm met with two arms around me.

"We apologise for bringing you all the way here, we're just.. worried.." Nick says and I hug him back. I tell him it's fine and rub his back.

"Guys.. could I ask you a favor?" they both nod at the same time, "could you.. just leave for a bit? Once I make sure he is okay, I will call you straight away."

"Of course. Yes. We'll go grab a coffee. Tell us if you need anything." I nod and they both come closer to me, placing a kiss on both of my cheeks and I can't help but smile.

I leave my stuff on their couch and without a second thought, I immediately walk up the stairs, where Chris' room is. I knock on his door, even though I know he won't answer but I do anyway. I call his name – this is the only time I can actually hear something behind this big, wooden door. I say his name again. The door opens slowly and my heart breaks into pieces.

My beautiful Chris – he looks exhausted. He stands there with his usual gray hoodie, his pyjamas, his hair is a literal mess and there are eye bags under his beautiful eyes. I can see smoke coming out of the room, he smells like it as well – he's been smoking.

"What.. are you doing here?" his voice is hoarse, his eyes are so red, it makes want to cry even more.

"Why are you scaring me like that?" my voice is calm but my bottom lip is quivering.

"I'm sorry.." he says, although I'm not sure if he knows what he's apologizing for, "where's Matt and Nick?"

"They let me in and then I asked them to leave." I say but all I wanna do is hug him.

"Thank you.. uhm, come inside.. if you want." he mutters and attempts to fix his hair as he lets me into his room. I only see bottles of water here and there, I can also see burnt cigarettes all over his desk, there are clothes on the floor, journals scattered all around. His room is a mess, "sorry." he whispers.

"It's fine.." I say under my breath, and honestly, I don't know what to say to him. All I want to do is hug him and kiss him, and I would, but I am still hurt, too.

"You didn't have to come here." he murmurs and takes another cigarette in his mouth, lighter in his other hand. It's like he read my mind because he immediately opens his mouth to speak again, "you don't need to feel sorry for me. I'll be fine."

There's not much I can say to him, but I do move closer to him. He is seated at the edge of his bed and I am now in front of him, looking down at him. I slowly grab the cigarette, pulling it away from him and after I throw it in the ashtray, I pull him in for a big hug. He stays still for a few seconds but I can feel his arms wrapping around my waist just a few seconds later. His head is pressed against my tummy and I have my fingers buried into his hair.

"Do you know how scared I was to hear that you haven't left your room in days?" I whisper and I try hard not to let the tears run down my cheeks once again. I can hear him sniffling and my heart breaks all over again.

He doesn't say anything and I lean down to leave a kiss on the top of his head, "I am sorry I hurt you. I am just.. I thought that was the solution, but it obviously wasn't." he whispers and I can feel my shirt getting wet.

"I hurt you too, and I am sorry. I know how much you want to leave, I shouldn't be selfish. I just can't be away from you." a big tear leaves my eye and I squeeze him in my arms a little bit, "neither can I." he says as he looks up at me.

"Chris.. this is very hard for me, but if it means you'll get to chase your dreams.. then fuck it. I need to see you chasing your goals, I need to know you're happy." I get down on my knees in between his legs and I cup his cheeks, "and if we're meant to be, then we sure will in the future." with every word, it's like I'm stabbing myself over and over again. My hearts cries but my mind knows exactly what it has to do.

He looks at me with those blue eyes, uncontrollable tears falling from them and I just want to kiss them away, "I cannot believe you just said that.." he says, but he doesn't look hurt, if anything, he looks more.. in love?

He grabs my cheeks and pulls me closer, pressing his forehead against mine – his tears fall onto my skin as he wipes away mine, "come with me."

My heart stops. My eyes widen and in pretty sure I look a little crazy, "what?"

"Come with me. Let's move in together. Like we always said we would do when we grow up – now's the time. Come with me." he says and I can finally see a little smile behind that constant frown, "you can decorate our apartment. You can have as many plants as you want inside, you can watch all these fucking horror movies that you like to watch and I won't complain, ever! Please."

Our apartment. I feel like passing out, right here.

"Promise me you'll make up for all the damage you've done to yourself these past few weeks and I swear, I'll go pack my things right now." I whisper against his lips, I cannot stop crying.

He cries too, but his smile is so big, I feel like the whole room is shining. He caresses my cheeks and leans in, placing his soft lips against mine – my heart beats faster than it ever did before, "I love you so much." he says.

Before I can even say anything, he pulls me into his lap so that I'm straddling his thighs and hugs me tightly, looking up at me, "I love you too, babe." I say and lean in for another kiss.

"Sorry I kicked your brothers out earlier."

He laughs and I can't help but laugh with him, "it's okay, they'll be fine. Now come here, I've missed you."

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luveline · 9 months

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Omg Jade, I’ve been LOVING the asf resurgence ☺️☺️ It hits my heart in all the right ways!!

I was wondering if would please write something showing more of the burrow from asf? Would love to see Molly (alongside Fred ofc!) doting on the reader. Maybe she feels poorly during a gathering? Just an idea - no pressure ofc to respond or to go in this direction. Thank you either way!!! 😊

tysm for ur request!! sorry this took me a whole month ♡ fem!reader, 1.5k

cw mental health issues/ poor eating habits

The popcorn is greasy between your fingers. You look down at a slightly burned kernel without much feeling, giving it a squeeze to listen to the styro-foamy groan as it breaks.

The crumbs fall down the front of your hoodie. The mess is enough to make you feel something other than tired, blinking to attention while you pick tiny bits from your tummy.

Fred's hand reaches over to help. "Whoops," he says, flicking them off of the sofa onto the rug.

"Don't do that," you chastise without any heat, nudging his knee with yours. "Your poor mum will have to clean it up."

"No she won't."

"Are you going to hoover before we go?" you ask.

Fred puts his hand on your thigh for an unapologetic feel. "No. She'd be offended."

It's hard to describe how something as simple and as normal as Fred's hand on your leg can make you feel. Suddenly, you aren't alone in your head, feeling all sorts of awful. There's someone with you.

Fred often laments (with sympathy) that you live in the past. He's not wrong. There are things that haunt you without pulling punches, stuff that makes you feel sick even though you can't remember how it all went anymore. It's like your body has caught hold of the way you felt at the time and is now throwing you into the deep end, no warnings.

George takes the popcorn bowl from your lap, a lazy heist from his positioning on the floor. He, Ron, and Harry play a game of exploding snap that smells like no one's winning by your shoes.

Bill and Fleur sit on bean bags by the fire, their legs interlocked, and the baby (who isn't a baby anymore, actually, a brand new toddler) waddles around the room in footie pyjamas. Every time you see Victoire, you wonder if she's an easy baby, and if you'd be a good mom. If you're even capable.

Things tend to twist from there. Capable in any capacity? You're sure there are a hundred different things that Fred wants from you that he will never be able to have. A girlfriend who doesn't shut down when she's worried. A partner who pulls their weight. You let him down pretty much every day though he doesn't say, in your uselessness. You're awful. He deserves better than someone who's clinging to the bad things that happened to her (though you don't want to cling, you can't seem to make yourself stop).

Fred's hand abandons your thigh. He sits up in his seat on the sofa to wrap his arm behind your neck instead, encouraging your head under his. With the side of his chin pressed to your temple, he doesn't say a word.

Molly appears from the garden with a handful of fresh lemon balm. "Who wants a cup of tea?" she asks.

Her eyes flicker straight for you. Fred told you once that Harry used to be her favourite child. It confused you —family is much more than blood, but still, there's so many to choose from and they're all brilliant, so why Harry?

He was the one who needed the favouritism most, Fred says. Mum has a built-in pain detector. She knows when people need love.

"We'll have a cup of tea," Fred says, rubbing your shoulder.

"Obviously," Molly says, though what's obvious about it escapes you. "Anyone else?"

There's a chorus of requests, most of which you can't keep straight. Molly's brilliant, she doesn't miss a beat. "Lovely," she says with a smile.

"I'll come help you, mum," George says, using your legs as a brace to get up.

You kick him without force in the leg. He turns to you, shooting you an adoring, saccharine smile with hands at his chest curved into a heart shape.

"He's in a mood today," Fred says.

Your sleeves bunch under his hands with every upward swipe. You sit there for a while feeling off. Something is wrong, some pit sucking you in, but nothing's happened. It's been a while since you felt this suddenly sick —you're better than you were, but you aren't better.

"It's okay," Fred says, like he can read your mind. His reassurance kisses warm over your cheek. "Do you want to go home?"

He doesn't seem upset with you. If anything, he's chipper, like he'd love to go home with you. It's a charade for your benefit to erase the guilt that comes with yanking him out of family time, and you don't fall for it.

Yet you can't make yourself smile. You aren't as good of an actor as he is. "No," you mumble, pulling away from his loving embrace to meet his eyes.

He inches closer, hand sliding down your arm.

"I love you," he says very quietly. He's at risk of being heard by three different brothers, each of which might rip him to shreds for being as whipped as he sounds.

You don't not want to say it back. Sometimes it's hard. Fred isn't telling you for a parroting, anyhow, and he doesn't care when you fail to answer.

"Let's go help make tea," he says, standing up. You don't want to move, but you'd rather not stay by yourself. You've no choice but to follow him through the living room and into the kitchen.

"Hi, dearie," Molly says. You realise she's talking to you, not Fred. "You look like you need something to eat. I'll make you something sweet, how does that sound?"

It sounds like a bad idea. "That sounds great."

She nudges George off with his tray of tea to stand in front of you. "There's a good girl," she says, squeezing your elbow. "Fred says you're not eating, but you were fine at breakfast. Feeling better?"

"Mum," Fred says, sending you an apologetic look. "Sorry, I don't mean to gossip about you–"

"No, it's okay. It's nice, it's… a privilege to be worried about," you say, though you wish he wouldn't.

Molly shakes her head, ginger kinks swishing over her shoulders. "It's not a privilege, lovely. That's just what family does, mm? You worry about Freddie, he worries about you, and I'll worry about both of you."

"You don't have to worry about us, mum."

"I know. It's a privilege, though, to be the one worrying," Molly says, offering you a gentle smile.

"Right," you say.

"So stop pretending you're okay and have a seat. Freddie, you better go and get her one of your blankets, I think."

Fred grins and exits the kitchen quickly to avoid giving you time to protest. Ever a people pleaser, you sit down at the table in one of the chairs with a tall back. Molly puts down a cup of tea in front of you, swiftly followed by a plate of biscuits, a toasted, buttered currant scone, and a blueberry muffin sliced down the middle.

That's what gets you. The muffin cut in half, paper peeled away. Molly has no reason to like you; you make Fred happy, but you know you've made him so, so sad, sometimes. You've weighed him down. You're not the best he could've had, but his family don't care. He doesn't care. He loves you enough to breeze into the kitchen with a throw blanket, wrap it around your shoulders, and nestle a kiss behind your ear.

You scramble to grab his arms rather than let him stand again. He startles at first, but he recovers, and his arms curl around your front with enthusiasm that can't be faked.

"I love you," he murmurs. Words slid together like he's tipped them out, impossible to deny. "Try not to wind yourself up, alright? It's a normal day. The only people who matter are you and me, yeah?"

"Yeah," you say through a lump.

"I'll be just in the living room if you need me," Molly says.

"Thanks, mum," Fred says, perching his chin atop your head.

He waits for her to leave and plants a kiss on the highest point of your cheek. When you smile, he tracks them all over. Kiss to your head, your ear, the soft line of your jaw.

"Do you want to talk about something? Or should we think about other things?" he asks.

It's a strange, coddling way to ask if there's something in particular that's upset you, but it's nice to be coddled. Truthfully, there's nothing concrete that hurts. A little bit of everything. The world is busy and life is hard and people aren't always kind, and you'll always be unbalanced by that. Luckily, Fred's there to hold you up, together, whatever you need.

"Do you want half of my muffin?" you ask.

"I'm eyeing up your scone, honestly."

"You can have it if you want it."

Fred hugs you tightly. "And deprive you? No way. I'll settle for the muffin if you feed it to me," he says hopefully.

You twist in your chair, holding a bit of the muffin up for him to eat.

"I love you," you say. In a horror story, a nightmare, your nearly constant thoughts, he scoffs in your face.

Fred swallows roughly. "I know. S'why you're gonna let me have half the scone, too."

It's awfully cheesy, but you'd give him much more than a scone. You'd give him anything he asked you to give.

"Greedy," you say.

"I resent that, ghost."

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #a special friend universe

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mak3itr7ght · 3 months

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Taehyung x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of death

Inspired by the new IU song's MV "Love wins all"

(maybe an alternative ending👀)

Words count: 924

(I didn't revise it so there will be SO MANY ERRORS)

The moon was shining over the city, well, over what remained about the city. The buildings were destroyed, ruins everywhere, still the satellite and the stars kept floating in the sky, imperturbable, not caring about what was happening beneath them.

I was laying down against the cold concrete, I was tired to escape. I realized it was useless run away, because there wasn't a safe place.

They were everywhere, ready to exterminate everything. Damn it. Those metallic demons, those machines that brought only fear, terror and death. They were soul less, they hadn't feelings. They just knew that humans must disappear, turning in piles of ash and clothes...

The flashbacks of what happened in that building still crushed against my sight. I was there. I could help them both, I could help that couple, but it took me so much to fight against my cowardice.

Flashback

She was wearing a wedding dress, it was dirty but she still looked like a princess, and he was leaning against her chest, wearing a black suit. I heard their laughing before that moment, those voices made me and my curiosity looking for them. "I am not the only one left then.." i thought. But there they were, with one of those cubes in front of them, ready to reduce their existence in..nothing. i felt chills along my spine as soon as I met her eyes. She was crying, keeping her lover against her, trying to comfort him. One hand placed on his still-working eye, while the other one was already lost. I was hiding behind two huge pieces of wall, but she saw me. She bagged me to help them, at least one of them.

I thought about it for a few seconds, seconds that looked like hours, days, years in that moment. I felt my stomach backflipping, my head spinning, the adrenaline in my vains running so much that I feared they would explode. We exchanged a few looks and I stood up running across the cube.

It all happened in seconds, she made her lover standing up, pushed him against me while the cube started burning her...she wasn't even screaming. I was able to see what she was trying to mimick with her lips.

'내 사랑을 살려줘" ("save my love")

I hurried towards the guy who was still over me, and I covered both his eyes, I didn't want to take the risk to make him see what was happening.

She died in front of my eyes and I realized that we couldn't let her death be in vain.

I took his arm and pulled him away. He was too stunned to speak, he was surprised, unable to realize what was actually happening. We kept running. We ran for hours and hours, until we hid ourselves at a subway stop.

He stayed silent the whole time. I asked him a few questions, if he was hungry, thirsty, also if he needed to cry... he stayed still. I I put my arm around his shoulder and I let him lean his head agaisnt my chest. I didn't know him, but, he was the only one left, along with me.

"괜찮아" ("it's okay") I whispered, gently stroking his hair. I looked down at him. A warm tear was running down his left eye. That made me cry too. I cried in silence, looking up, meeting the dark atmosphere in that metro stop. I hated that place, it was so noisy, so full of people. I realized that i missed all that, that i actually never hated that, it was just me that never found a way to appreciate life.

We were alone, there was no way to escape, nothing could save us.

I prayed that night, while that boy was trying to sleep, still burying his head against my dirty white sweater. After praying i started coursing everything, the world, those machines, myself, humanity..God itself, and once i finished a small and weak ray of sun spreaded across a crack from the subway's ceiling. In that moment i promised myself that I would have found a way to save us. Nothing was lost. I would have fought until the end.

End of the Flashback

It happened weeks ago. Still it was so clear as soon as I closed my eyelids.

"Y/n씨, 가야 돼" ("Y/n, we must go") A voice made me snap back from my thoughts. I set up and looked behind me. There he was.His hair got longer, that made him even prettier.

"응" ("yeah") I smiled at him. Taehyung approached me and extended an hand. I took it and he pulled me towards him.

It was a relief that he started talking again, even if he was silent most of the time. We looked at each other for a few seconds when he grabbed his camera, and started recording me out of nowhere. He used to do that a lot. I didn't know that..through it..he was able to see her, not me.

I raised an hand and gently pressed on the camera, lowering it. I shook my head, moving some hair from his eyes, he looked beautiful under the moonlight. Leaning in, i pressed a soft kiss on his nose, while my thumb kept stroking his cheekbone. It was okay. I cared about him. I loved him. And i was sure he loved me back, in some way. I realized that when he smiled back at me and pressed his forehead against mine.

"살아남을 거야" ("we will survive"). He whispered softly. Yes, we will survive.

Hope you liked itㅠㅠ♡

#bts au fanfic #bts au masterlist #bts fanfic #bts #spotify #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #taehyung ff #taehyung bts #taehyung x you #taehyung #taehyung actor #taehyung love wins all #taehyung x reader #SoundCloud #IU love wins all

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO X FEM READER

Gojo and you have little to nothing in common besides a friend group and a shared crush on Nanami Kento. However, as befitting the sorcerer to end all sorcerers, of course Gojo has one up on you - he’s actually made a move on Nanami. If he offers to give you a taste through him, who are you to turn down such a golden opportunity?

wc — 4.5k

tags — mdni, nanami x reader is present but not the focus, praise, Gojo’s a tease, fingering, mutual pining but for Nanami, crying during sex but in a good way, light begging

Work has been long and exhausting. Everywhere in the world is overrun by curses, but surely the solution can’t be to simply give the sorcerers more curses. There’s only so many of you, and with assignments piling on, you all can barely breathe. Sooner or later, someone’s going to burn out - and that’s an infinitely worse possibility. You don’t want to know what happens when a sorcerer goes rogue.

That’s why you’ve taken to recovering the best you can. At least the pay has been proportional, thanks to the efforts of one Nanami Kento. Enough so that you’ve been able to rent an apartment in the heart of Tokyo, where you can home after work and relax - as much as you can when most days you go out into the field, come home, sleep, and repeat. You’re not even sure when you’ve had the time to eat these days.

Which is why coming home to the sounds of music leaking out of your apartment is a little unwelcome. As you hear a crash from inside, and a loud, “Shit!”, you begin to regret giving your friends your keys. It was supposed to be for emergencies only, and yet, as you unlock the door -

“Welcome home,” Nanami says dryly, nursing a drink in his other hand. Utahime notices next and scrambles up to greet you with a kiss on either cheek.

“Hi,” she says, breathless. “I tried to stop them. Sorry.”

And then arms encircle your waist from you behind, pulling you flush against a broad chest. Gojo.

You sigh.

“That’s kind of rude, you know,” he says. He steals the maraschino cherry out of Nanami’s glass and pops it into his mouth, spitting the pit back out in a perfect arc over the kitchen counter into the trash.

“We came all the way here to cheer you up, but you’re not happy to see us? It was hard to organize this, you know. No one’s ever in the same place at the same time,” he complains.

As if anything is hard for Gojo Satoru. He probably didn’t even use the keys you gave him, just popped up all over Japan collecting your friends before he teleported directly into your apartment.

Nanami, completely understanding of what it’s like to deal with Gojo, tips his drink into your mouth so you can take a sip. Your cheeks feel warm, but you gratefully accept. When he takes his drink back, you realize your lipstick has transferred onto his glass. As he knocks it back, it leaves a hint of light gloss smeared across his lips, as if you’ve kissed him. Butterflies explode inside your stomach, leaving you feeling light and fluttery. Gojo watches with unconcealed amusement.

By the couch, Yuki is saying something that turns Utahime a very pleasing shade of pink. Shoko laughs - rare - and brings an arm around Utahime’s waist, tugging her back down to the couch as Yuki retells one of her wilder stories from her travels, something about a boy she adopted, you think?

You don’t think Yuki would make a very good mom, but you could always be proven wrong. You’re tired but Gojo’s right - he always is, even when you hate him for it. You’re happy your friends are here. You missed them.

Nanami gets up to offer you his seat at the island. He’s always been such a gentleman. You realize, quite belatedly and to your surprise, that he’s been keeping Gojo company as he mixes drinks. You thought it would be-

“Suguru isn’t here,” Gojo supplies as you gratefully take the bar stool from Nanami. He heads somewhere in your apartment to grab another one. “He said he was tired.”

When you were younger, a first year, you thought Gojo Satoru didn’t have a heart. He was cruel to Utahime and disrespectful to Yaga. You had despaired that the Jujutsu World’s god was so inhumane.

But the more time you spent with him, the more you realized how he was the perfect sorcerer to be the best. Gojo was the strongest and he knew it, but he was also painfully aware of his strength. You had always thought he was the way he was just for kicks, because he could, but all along, Gojo had known how lonely it was to be the Six Eyes. At the peak of the world, he was born singular, an anomaly. If he couldn’t be loved, he’d be hated.

Or annoying, at least.

When you had finally noticed, you reciprocated, trying to bring Gojo into the fold. Even when Utahime had raised an eyebrow at you inviting Gojo along as often as you could, you had always extended a hand to him.

Because Utahime rarely wanted to tolerate him in large doses, the usual trio ended up being you, him, and Nanami. It feels a little like old times when Nanani returns.

“What did I miss? It feels tense in here.”

“You’re just imagining things,” Gojo teases, snapping back to himself instantly. “You sloppy drunk.”

Nanami makes an aborted gesture like he’s going to smack him on the arm, then changes his mind when he remembers Gojo’s untouchable. Instead, he directs his attention to you.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you admit truthfully. “I think Yaga has been giving me the most annoying cases on purpose ever since I accidentally told him the beard isn’t working for him.”

Nanami’s lips twitch. “I told you to watch your mouth.”

“You know me,” you laugh. Gojo is stealing from Nanami’s glass again, swiping the drink from his hands to crunch down the cherry liqueur flavored ice. “I can’t help myself.”

Gojo chimes in through a mouth full of splintered ice. “Remember that time we were on a mission and you told the manager she looked so much younger than her pictures?”

You slam your cup down on the table so hard it might crack. Nanami reflexively reaches out to steady you. “That was- we agreed not to bring that up again! I didn’t say it like that-“

“Not exactly,” Nanami says dryly.

“I’m not that clumsy with my words…”

The two men exchange a look. Then, Gojo is crossing the island from his side, cluttered with bar equipment and fruit syrups, to come to your side. He catches your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, teasingly jerking you around.

“No, baby,” he coos. “You’re not. You just constantly put your foot in your mouth.”

Pouting won’t help, but you’re sulking, anyway. Gojo always gets like this - just because he’s a year older, he babies you relentlessly. It’s funny, because he mercilessly bullies Utahime for being his senior, but you?

You’re spoiled endlessly. Embarrassingly so, because he’s condescending even when he’s not meaning to be, and often he is. Gojo is just like that.

Nanami grunts as Yuki slings her body over him. Gojo straightens up when he notices her. You’ve known Yuki for a while because she’s often with Utahime - she loves to dote on her little junior, but Gojo has only met her once or twice before, despite both being special grades. Or perhaps because of - the higher ups don’t want their living nuclear weapons getting too chummy, especially not with their shared radical views. Who knows what anarchy could come out of their joint force?

“Nanamiiiii,” Yuki sings. Drunk already - you smell apples on her tongue. She looks up at you from beneath her bangs, all terrible gorgeousness.

Is it a requirement for special grades to be beautiful? Yuki is the sun personified, with her long, silky blonde hair and her arrogant, but deservedly so attitude. Her black biker leathers contrast with her creamy skin but only add to the general aura of unrestrained confidence. You blush and avert your eyes, no longer able to hold her steady gaze. Her lips curve into a smile as she abandons Nanami, who was being silently crushed under her weight, to come to you.

“Hi, cutie,” she says. “Sorry we crashed.”

Gojo casually leans his weight against you, forcing you to brace yourself.

“Tsukumo,” he says. “Thought you were hanging out with Shoko and Utahime in the lounge?”

“Nah, that got boring. They’re totally trying to make moves on each other but can’t tell at alllll what the other is trying to do,” she makes a face. “Can’t stand the tension. Come out,” she commands. “No more hiding in the kitchen. Come play with the rest of us.”

“So bossy,” Gojo whines. Yuki slips a hand into his hair and tugs hard enough that he nearly loses his balance, yanking him towards the living room by his scalp. He yelps and scrambles for stability. Even the strongest submit to the hierarchy of age sometimes, you suppose.

“So mouthy,” she flings back. “You’ll come, won’t you, lovely? You won’t leave me to be lonely?” The last part she directs at you.

Obediently, you follow Yuki out, and Gojo follows you. Shoko is already curled into Utahime’s side, crunching on your last bag of chips. She looks so cute bundled up in (is that Getou’s? It has to be) a hoodie way too large for her diminutive frame. You can’t even be mad. Utahime rests her chin on her head, hand splayed over her waist, just the tip of her fingers hidden inside her hoodie.

Utahime looks up when Yuki enters.

“Finally-“

“Finally?!” Yuki squawks, offended.

Utahime ignores her. “We were about to start the movie without you.”

Yuki takes the ottoman. Gojo and Nanami share the loveseat. That leaves you…nothing. With a sigh, you resign yourself to the floor of your own apartment, except Nanami reaches out and snags you by the waist.

“What are you waiting around for? Come sit.” Sandwiched between two grown men in a space far too small for you all, you don’t even attempt to concentrate on the movie, letting it run into background noise.

Gojo, in an incredibly Gojo-like manner, stretches out so his body takes up even more space. His thigh knocks into yours and stays there, radiating heat.

Halfway through the movie, Nanami must get tired, because he slouches down until he can comfortably rest his head on your shoulder. You stop breathing. His cornsilk hair is soft against your chin, and you can feel his breath on your neck. Amused, Utahime makes eye contact with you from the other side of the room. Even without words, you can tell she’s teasing you for your obvious embarrassment.

Nanami shifts so his position is easier on his spine. Gingerly, you lift your arm and rest it across his shoulder, fingers carding through his hair.

“Mm, thanks,” he murmurs. You nearly squeak. His breath comes as warm puffs against the thin, sensitive skin of your neck. “Feels good.”

“Get a room,” Yuki hollers, and you both shut up, but he doesn’t move, and neither do you. You’re frozen until the end of the movie, rewinding Nanami’s voice in your head over and over, the low, raspy way he said thank you. The soft groan he made when you scratched his scalp with your nails just right. His cologne tickles your nose - something Tom Ford and expensive. Your throat is dry.

The movie ends with every character dying but one, a final girl. Shoko looks pissed, Utahime’s crying, and Yuki is drunk.

“Alright,” Gojo says with a sigh. “Don’t say I never do anything for you people.”

Utahime reaches up for him, still weepy. He hauls her into his arms, ruffles her hair lightly with a fond “Oh, you little crybaby”, and teleports.

It never gets old, seeing him blink in and out of existence. The power that thrums off him is titillating, makes your mouth water, wondering what it would be like to be strong like that. Not just strong, invincible. Capable of anything.

Gojo’s in your living room again in less than a second. He runs a hand through his messy hair. “I put her to bed, Shoko, relax. She’s fine, no need to worry. She just needs to sleep this off. Come on, up.”

She clambers into his arms, and then he’s gone again to Shoko’s apartment on the campus.

Yuki, who has no need or want of Gojo’s services, has called in a favor from a manager to pick up both her and her motorcycle. She blows you a kiss goodbye and then she’s out the door, her own force of nature.

“Last one,” Gojo calls, and Nanami begrudgingly gets up to go to him. He offers him his hand, and instead, Gojo pulls him close. They’re chest to chest, locked in an embrace, when they disappear.

Half a second later, Gojo comes back.

“Guess I don’t need to take you back to your own place,” he says, grinning, teeth sharp. Predator. You’re not even sure why he came back, and then you’re pulling him down, down, down.

Gojo tastes minty.

His mouth is hot and he’s a good kisser - this feels good, so good your brain can’t catch up. Kissing shouldn’t - it shouldn’t be normal for just kissing to feel this good, but his tongue is sliding against yours and every nerve lights up.

He pulls back, panting, and you whine for him. “That desperate?” He laughs, and he’s doing it again. Gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding you in place. You’re easy for him to manhandle. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby.”

You obey, and he’s licking into your mouth, sucking on your tongue until you’re squirming under him. He’s so- you realize that you’ve lifted your hips unconsciously, pressing yourself as close to him as you can get, legs wrapped around his waist.

He bites you, lightly, and even that feels good. Then he does something with your tongue that makes you fiercely angry because you know it took experience. It annoys you, so you bite back, deepening the kiss, making it messy, sloppy. You let spit spill as you push a hand into his hair to tug on it lightly, as your teeth accidentally catch his lip. He moans low and it does something strange to your stomach, has you all in knots and tense.

“Gojo, Gojo, stop,” you gasp out, and he pulls back, running a hand along your side soothingly. “I want more.”

His lips peel back from his teeth. “But I like kissing, baby.”

You kick him lightly in the back and then he’s laughing. “Alright, alright. I got the hint.”

He gets up to strip his clothes off. His shirt falls off his shoulders first, long fingers undoing the buttons with ease. You’re practically salivating just looking at them, those gorgeous, musician’s fingers.

His pants come off next, kicking off his uniform to reveal his pale torso, the cut of slender abs. He’s carved marble and alabaster, shining faintly under the light of the moon streaming in from one of the windows in the hallway. Beautiful, beautiful boy.

When he’s about to get to his boxers, he turns to you and notices that you haven’t made a move at all.

“You’re so fucking difficult,” Gojo sighs. “Can’t get your clothes off yourself? Arms up, baby, there you go. Good girl.”

Baby this, baby that - Gojo can’t seem to help himself from calling you sweet nothings. Something in your chest preens under his praise. Craves more of it. Demands all of his attention, his kind words.

He slips your sweater off your shoulders, pressing a light kiss to your collarbone, your neck. Then, a little harder. A bruise blooms violet against your skin. His hand reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, sliding down your back to pull off your skirt and panties. His eyes track down your body.

You’re squirming under his gaze. You’re not embarrassed, but something about the intensity of his eyes is too much for you. He runs a hand along your side, light touches that make you crave more. “Cute little thing,” he murmurs. “Pretty all over, aren’t you?”

“Boxers,” you complain. “It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”

“Greedy,” he laughs, and then he’s pulling them off, finally.

Oh, you want him so badly it’s a physical ache in you. But he won’t give that to you. He toys with your clit, gently petting it until you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. It’s not enough, but instead of giving in to you, he just presses two long fingers into your cunt and crooks them just right to have you clutching at his bicep.

“Feeling good, baby?”

You can’t speak, just curling your fingers into his arm.

“You think Nanami would fuck you like this?”

Your eyes shoot open. Where did that come from?

“What, you want me to be Nanami?” He laughs, throaty. Then he’s not laughing, because-

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “What was that, huh? No, don’t hide from me-“ you’re trying to close your legs- “Just his name turns you on that bad? I can work with that.”

His smile is wicked. You can see it even though you’re hiding behind your hands.

“How did you-? How?”

“Lucky guess,” he shrugs. “But I was spot on, wasn’t I?”

“I-“ you gasp as he thrusts his fingers into you again, hitting that perfect spot to make you wallow in sin. “Gojo, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Do I look offended, sweetheart? Let me let you in on a little secret.” His debauched smile plucks at your heart strings as he leans in. “I can tell you exactly how he’d fuck you and make it so real, because he’s fucked me before.”

The world stops turning.

“You and Nanami? Before?”

“We don’t really talk about it,” he shrugs. “It just- We were both lonely, and he was right there. Now we act like it never happened.”

His blase attitude doesn’t hide how much that last sentence stings for him. But he grins down at you anyway. “Wow, did that ruin the mood or what? And here I was trying to be sexy-“

“No,” you cut him off. “I think I’d like that. Tell me how he’d fuck me.”

His eyes darken and he licks his lips. His voice drops to a raspy whisper. He’s so close his breath ghosts above your lips.

“He’s a good kisser,” he murmurs, and leans in to steal a peck. “Knows how to tease, how to keep you wanting.”

Gojo is certainly living up to his recollection. He has you panting into his mouth for more.

“He liked playing with my chest,” he groans into your mouth as he slides his own hands up your body, toying with your nipples. You shudder as his lips close around one. He nips you with his teeth.

“He likes it when you beg,” Gojo says, almost cruelly, as he pulls away from you, his fingers leaving you empty.

“Gojo, wait!” You say, alarmed. Franticness comes easy when you’ve pulled out of your fantasy of hazy pleasure.

“Yeah, just like that. Don’t worry, sweetheart. You know Nanami wouldn’t leave a pretty little thing like you waiting for long.”

Gojo fumbles for the drawers to the side of the couch and pulls out a tube of lube.

“How’d you know?” Your voice is high with embarrassment.

“Lucky guess,” he winks as he slicks himself up.

The truth is, no matter how good Gojo is at everything, he isn’t getting that lucky with his guesses. The truth is, he knows you and your habits. The truth is, he knows exactly what you’d like, perhaps even better than you would. He knows everything you hide from yourself.

“When he gets what he wants, he’ll give it to you nice and easy, like this. He likes seeing you cry and struggle to take him when he’s too big for you - oh, you like that, huh? - but he’ll treat you nice and gentle. If it gets to be too much, he’ll kiss away your tears just like this.”

Gojo’s pressing into you, a warm, delicious heat that leaves you almost delirious. He feeds you his cock inch by inch, slow, careful, making sure it doesn’t hurt. You feel so full of him, all other thoughts simply float away from your brain. Deep inside you, a core of untapped desire burns for more.

More of him. More of the stretch that has something inside your stomach winding tighter and tighter. More of his dirty talk about how Nanami would fuck you just like this.

“So good for me, sweetheart,” he moans when he finally bottoms out inside you, hips pressed flush to your ass. “Fuck. So good, baby, this perfect little pussy, so pretty.”

“Gojo, Gojo,” you know you’re whining but you can’t help it. He thrusts his hips into you like he can’t help it, can’t control himself, you just feel that good. It leaves you with nothing to do but cling to his shoulders, helpless to the impending orgasm threatening to swallow you whole. You’re overwhelmed, but you want it anyway.

He hits a pattern that has you arching so hard your back hurts. Each stroke hits your sensitivity just right, perfect bliss as your breathing stutters in tandem.

“Oh, god, it’s too much,” you gasp out. You can feel it in your stomach. These aren’t like the sweet orgasms you give yourself on your cute little toys, riding bullet vibes until your mind melts into soft, floaty pleasure. Gojo’s going to fuck you until you break.

“Don’t stop,” you plead when he slows down. “I need it. I need you.”

He laughs cruelly. “I said that too. You wanna know what he said?”

“Please, please, Satoru.” There are tears dripping out of your eyes and running down your face, crystal fractures that clump your eyelashes together and make your vision blurry. You want him to just let you come already. Is this how Nanami really is? Winding you so tense you feel like you could shatter under his touch?

“He said it was too easy to make me beg for it, then he fucked me until I couldn’t walk the next morning.”

Gojo’s grip on your hips is starting to hurt in the best way. You’re pretty sure you’re going to find bruises in the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care when he starts rubbing at your clit again.

Euphoria hits you, whiting out your vision for a moment as your entire world shrinks down to how full you feel, how good you feel. You’re limp and boneless, floating in an infinite void of pleasure. Everything is so, so beautiful right now.

Coming down from that kind of high doesn’t come naturally. You drift all the way down, energy spent, content to let Gojo cum after you as your pretty little cunt flutters around him.

As you’re lying there, waiting for the humming to stop, a thought comes to you. Nothing like post-orgasm clarity to give you shocking revelations.

“You love him too,” you say, softly.

“Love is a bit strong,” Gojo protests. “I like him.”

Ever detached, the god of the Jujutsu world.

You roll over onto your side. This is a bit pathetic. Two spurned lovers who haven’t actually been spurned because the both of you are too cowardly to confess to Nanami in the first place are in bed together. You reach a hand out to trace the veins on his neck, blue against the near translucent pallor of his skin.

He shudders under your touch, ticklish as fingertips ghost over his flesh. He catches your hand in his and turns it over, linking together, palm to palm. “You should tell him,” he whispers. “I think he might say yes, if it’s you.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say, and curl into him. Two perfect sets of apostrophes, like his body was made to bracket yours, as his arm wraps around you. “I- No. Don’t give me false hope.”

“Too much thinking, sweetheart,” he murmurs in your ear. “Just go to sleep.”

You’re already doing as he says even as you protest. You need to clean up, change the sheets so the two of you don’t have to sleep in the wet, but Gojo shushes you.

“I’ll take care of it.”

It’s an easier, gentler sleep than you’ve gotten in months. Your dream is white noise that softly fades into the background when you wake, leaving you with the dissolving remnants of sugar on your tongue and the sweetest memory of comfort.

Too bad the image that greets you when you wake is more like a nightmare than your brain could ever conjure up. When you finish brushing your teeth and pad into the kitchen, it’s apparent that Gojo hasn’t left your apartment yet.

Instead, he’s sitting at the kitchen table, looking confused and slightly annoyed as he eats the plate of eggs set in front of him. Nanami stands at the stove, wearing an apron that reads ‘kiss the chef’.

You shoot a wide eyed glance at Gojo, but he clearly also has no idea what’s going on. Nanami’s completely casual and at ease as he moves through the kitchen with brutal efficiency, whipping up another batch of eggs before he finally notices you, hovering in your own doorway like you need to be given permission to enter.

“Oh, you’re up. I was worried about you last night, so I figured I’d drop by.” His eyes flit from you to Gojo. “You two look strange. Is something wrong?”

“No,” you squeak. “Nothing happened last night!”

You regret it as soon as the words shoot out of your mouth. Gojo slams his palm against his head in second-hand embarrassment. Curse your big mouth.

Nanami raises an eyebrow. “I never said it did. Explains the bruising, though.”

You clap a hand to your neck in horror.

“I’m just messing with you,” he laughs. “Gojo was careful. Why don’t you take a seat and eat before you start panicking?”

“Nanami,” Gojo butts in. “Why are you here?”

Instead of answering, Nanami’s hand encircles your throat. You suck in a breath too fast, too large, and almost choke, even though his grip hasn’t tightened. He’s just holding you there. The knowledge that his grip is strong even as he’s treating you so delicately would be more than enough to keep you still, anyway. His fingers press down on the side of your neck lightly, just enough to get your attention, not enough to really choke.

“Why don’t you answer this for me instead, Gojo. Should I punish the two of you for having fun without me?”

#sera writes #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #nanami x reader #ns.fw

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hyufucks · 2 years

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𓆩♡𓆪 how to cum for the first time ` w/maknae txt line !

cw: dom/sub dinamics, unprotected sex (again) thigh riding, degradation, spitting, cowgirl, nipple play, praise.

1st part

taehyun would make you cum with his thigh. i mean, have you seen this man's body? i think EVERYONE would die to sit on his shapely, muscular leg.

you were completely embarrassed for asking if you could ride his thigh, since you were afraid he would make fun of you or something.

but far from laughing, he smiled at you sideways and leaned his body on the sofa, looking at you with raised eyebrows as he patted his leg, inviting you to sit down.

you bit your lip hard as you snuggled into his lap, leaning into his shoulders and avoiding eye contact so he wouldn't see your totally red face.

taehyun lifted his leg and dropped it hard, causing you to moan in surprise. he stroked your back gently and nodded you to move.

closing your eyes and licking your lips you began to move slightly shyly, feeling how your core throbbed against his leg.

body temperature raised sharply as tae decided to help you by moving his flesh against your soaking wet center, making wet and dirty sounds.

you fisted his shirt, picking up speed without caring about the searing pain between your legs.

you sighed and swallowed hard as his lips made contact with your warm skin, sucking and biting lightly to make sure made dark marks on your most sensitive spots.

you grabbed a handful of his hair as your climax shook your belly and sweet spot, forcing you to keep moving on his leg like a dog.

taehyun squeezed your ass tight and leaned you forward, forcing you to slide and settle on top of his growing erection. you almost felt the sticky, sore tip of it right on your poor swollen naked clit, nonstop moving as if you depended on it for live.

the slight sighs and curses released by his pretty lips made everything inside you in uncontrollable chaos, exploding like a deadly bomb.

your orgasm hit you hard, clouding your vision, blinding you and depriving you of your other senses. the buzz was present in your ears, almost making you deaf as you tried to cope with your height above the material.

"aww, my pretty slutty is staining my pants, isn't she?" he laughed at you with a dark tone in his voice, horny just like you "come on, get dirty with me, just like the whore you are".

alright, hueningkai would do something almost similar to soobin, only with a mix of taehyun.

yes, i mean cowgirl.

this time it's not you asking him for something, because kai is the first to ask you if you can be a good girl and ride him. he really would like your first orgasm to be on top of him, looking like you're taking the control and that actually kai is the inexperienced one here.

like soobin, he prepared you properly so that it doesn't hurt and is much more bearable, almost natural.

but what you didn't count on was that he literally spit on your pussy and spread his saliva all over your center and also spit on his own hand to spread it on his cock, using it as a lubricant.

he lay on his back on the mattress, gently grabbed your waist and guiding you to sit on his length.

kai kept his hands on your waist once he was fully inside you to help you a bit at first so you would know how to move properly.

his big hands squeezed your skin almost burning thanks to how tight you were, sucking it and squeezing it with your velvety walls.

he grunted and swallowed as you unconsciously scratched his chest and neck at the warm sensation of their bodies bumping into each other so desperately.

when you finally learned and got into the rythm on your own, he squeezed and caressed your pretty boobs and nipples, looking for something to distract him from cumming so soon. he didn't want it to be short for you.

you sighed and groaned, throwing your head back as your hair clung to your face in a sloppy way, making it almost impossible for hueningkai to control the urge to move his hips up to fuck you or change position.

luckily your legs began to fail, giving him your permission to take control of the situation.

his hips and cock were moving so fast and so deliciously that you couldn't hold back a few groans and moans, which encouraged him to go faster than before.

you reached your beloved orgasm practically screaming his name. it didn't take him that long to cum inside you accompanied by the most charming and pornographic moan you've ever heard.

"god, baby. you have been a very good girl" he praised you with a weak smile, caressing your body gently "let's clean you up, okay?".

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weskin-time · 1 year

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rubbing my hands evilly like a little man. making out w stars wesker in his office. that is all. i love ur work sm <3

YOU HAVE A MASSIVE BRAIN ANON!! and thank you :3 ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Sorry that this is a tad short!!

not beta read as always

The blinds were closed, more than half of the people in the office were out for lunch, and yet you were still in the station. You don’t fully remember how you went from enjoying your lunch with your boyfriend in his office to being sat on his desk, him caging you in against him.

Albert Wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips on your own in a starving manner. He was rough with his kisses, his lips pressing up against your own, overwhelming you with the force. His entire being wrapped around you and you forgot you were in his office at work, his scent of his cologne made you dizzy as you kissed him back just as hard, your hands flying to wrap around his neck and your fist clenching onto his slicked back hair on his neck. His left arm moved to your waist, sliding you closer to him on the desk, making your hips touch as your legs spread to accommodate him, your calves wrapped around his hips pulling him closer in turn.

He pulled away from you suddenly, leaving you gasping and him trying to recover from the heated kisses he started, his glasses off and his blue eyes bore into yours with an emotion that sent a shock through your body.

“Dearheart, i’m afraid we’re going to have to cut this short.” He panted and left you a little confused. Maybe it was from being lightheaded thanks to the kiss but you cocked your head to the side.

“If we keep this up I won’t be able to stop myself.”

To help make his point his ground his hips into yours making your notice a hardness in his pants you somehow didn’t notice before. Your eyes went wide and heat rushed to your face, you wanted to continue so bad but you were still at work, the STARS unit might return soon from their lunch break and there’s no way they wouldn’t notice something. You searched his eyes still panting as you tried to wire your brain back into shape to make a choice, that or you were waiting for his next move to decide what the two of you would do you weren’t quite sure.

The sound of the door knob jiggling was your first warning, a millisecond and it registered in your brain what was going on, it shocked itself back into a non putty melted glob of meat and you pushed Albert away from you and he backed up like you had burned him. The door swung open and there stood Jill Valentine.

You tried to play it cool like you weren’t almost about to fuck your boss/boyfriend in his office by fixing your uniform and wrapping one ankle around the other. Wesker seemed to have the same idea by putting his sunglasses back on and running a hand through his blond hair to fix the damage you did to it.

Jill sauntered in, sending you a little glare with her eyes but a small smile tugged at her lips betraying her cold gaze, teasing you, her gaze flicked between you and the captain as he sat down in his chair with you still placed on the side of the desk. Your lucky you and here were very close friends or you would have melted into a puddle on the floor from the embarrassment, if Chris had walked in or Barry or gods forbid Rebecca you would have exploded on the spot.

“Here’s the report of last week you wanted after break.” Jill dropped some papers off on his desk. Albert sniffed and chocked out a thank you as she turned around and began to leave but she lingered at the door before turning her head around and looking back at you two over her shoulder.

“And I hope you know this isn’t a sound proof room.” She glanced at you, “Lucky I was the only one in the office.”

The door shutting was louder than normal as your embarrassment settled around the room.

#tezi post #albert wesker #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagine #albert wesker x reader #wesker x reader #albert wesker imagine #wesker

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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♡ Summary: Just last year Namjoon hated Y/N but here he was getting flowers for their anniversary. Sometimes, he doesn’t feel like he’s worth her love...

♡ Paring: Established relationship; Namjoon x Reader

♡ Rating: Pg - 14

♡ Genre: Established relationship, Scientist! Namjoon, Head Scientist! Reader, insecurities, angst, serious Namjoon, autistic and carefree reader

♡ Based on the one-shot; Scientist

“You said the purple roses, sir?”

Namjoon blinked his eyes and let out a nervous laugh, “Yes, sorry.”

“No worries.”

Namjoon watched the florist go in the back as he stared down at his shoes with a frown. It’s been a year since he’s been with Y/N and things have been great. There were moments when things were hard, especially since Namjoon didn’t truly understand autism. Sure, he understood the biology of autism but he didn’t understand the emotions part. Everything was new. Brand new.

He never admitted to anyone that he was scared because this was something he knew he had to face. He wanted to be with Y/N but there were moments that he felt like he wasn’t worth it. He hated Y/N for so long and treated her like shit, how could she love him? What did she see in him? Yoongi told him that it was just his guilty conscience talking to him but this was much more . He may be a genius to everyone but to him, he was just an idiot with complexed feelings.

“A dozen purple roses, sir.”

“Thank you so much, have a good night.”

He bowed to the florist and made his way to his bike with heavy thoughts. He placed the flowers into his basket and sighed before riding away. Tonight is supposed to be perfect but why did it feel the opposite?

“Jooonnniiiieeee!!”

He let out a laugh and put his helmet on his seat. He turned around and was met with arms around his waist, “Y-Y/N, what did I say about running up to me like that? You can get hurt.”

“I don’t care, I miss you.”

She looked up at him with her chin resting on the top of his stomach. He shook his head and leaned down placing a kiss on her forehead, “I care though.”

“Jin, made us dinner. I tried cooking but I burned it and Jin didn’t trust me anymore. So....”

He continued to stare down at her as she rambled about dinner and he smiled softly. The way her face shifted to express every emotion she was feeling and the way her eyes had a small sparkle in them, was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He’s worked with substances that sparkled under the light, even substances that exploded but nothing compared to Y/N’s eyes. Without thinking, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her lips.

When he pulled away her eyes blinked and looked away from Namjoon, “Surprise attack...”

He gently smacked her butt and let out a small chuckle, “I have something for you.”

“Ohh!?” He let go of her and she waited with excitement. He pulled out the purple roses and she clapped her hands at them, “Wow, purple roses. I didn’t even know they were in season. Usually its-”

“Y/N, baby, let’s go have dinner.” (He knew if he didn’t say anything, they were going to spend all night outside.)

She nodded her head and took the flowers out of his hands. She brought the delicate petals to her nose and took a deep sniff. They smelled fresh but somehow they smelled like Namjoon. She smiled gently and looked up at him, “I love them, thank you.”

“N-No worries.”

The couple went up to her apartment and the thoughts suddenly hit him again. Y/N was so kind and loved him, she didn’t even care that he burned her pan that one time. This whole year was filled with him making mistakes and her just laughing and saying no worries. A year. That’s a long time. Will she want to be with me longer? I want to stay with her, I love her, I really do-

“Namjoon, the doors opened. Do you want to stay outside?”

He quickly shook his head and gave her a quick smile, “No, sorry got lost in my thoughts.”

“About?”

He walked inside and stopped taking off his shoes midway, shit. He looked up at her to see her face draped with curiosity. He sighed and shook his head, “It was nothing.”

“Well, obviously that’s a lie. When a person stays quiet like that and then says it’s nothing, it is a clear indication that you're lying. So, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N, I don’t want-”

“If you don’t talk about then it’s going to continue-”

“Y/N, I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.”

Namjoon let out an angry puff of air out as Y/N took a step back at the sudden loudness. He cursed at himself in his head and quickly took off his shoes. He ran towards her and brought her into him, causing her to drop the roses. Namjoon held her tight as he bit his lip, trying his hardest not to cry. Y/N wrapped her arms around her waist and quickly relaxed in his strong arms, “Joon...talk.”

He felt his lip quiver at her soft voice and held her tighter, “Let’s stay like this for a while...please.”

“O-Okay.”

After ten minutes, they moved to the couch and Y/N sat there staring at Namjoon. Not so sure what to do in this situation but Jin always told her to ask if they're okay and then see what happens from there (She obviously knew when someone was sad, she just didn’t know what to do or how to make them feel relatively calm). She took a deep breath and looked at Namjoon who was staring at her carpet with a blank expression, “Namjoon, are you okay?”

He sighed and roughly ran his fingers through his hair before looking up at her, “Why are you with me?”

“What?”

“Why are you with me? I mean, Y/N, I literally hated you for such a long time and now I’m with you...How could you forget that pain I’ve caused you?”

“Y-You hated me?”

Namjoon saw her face twist into hurt and he wanted to punch himself in the face, “N-Not hate (lies), dislike. I treated you badly.”

“Namjoon, I never noticed you disliking me fully. I had my suspicions but I never let myself think you hated me.”

“But why-”

“Because I see you. I saw you as this genius that loved his job but then I got to know you. When we had dinner at Yoongi’s brothers restaurant I saw a side of you that I fell in love with, you listened to me. Jin was always the one that listened to me besides family of course but it was different with you. You came into my life just and changed everything. I’m not always good at expressing my feelings but I do try to showcase them...Namjoon I love you because you made me feel like there was nothing wrong with me, you made me feel normal...well normalish.”

He stared at her with wide eyes and was flabbergasted. He wasn’t expecting this at all, he was just expecting them to eat dinner together and watch a movie. Not this. She got up from her seat and sat on the coffee table in front of him. She gave him a quick smile, a smile that made his heart flutter, “Namjoon, you gave me a new adventure. An adventure that I didn’t think I would ever be on because I mean, I’m difficult. I love you for you, even your flaws. You don’t really talk about your deep feelings, only surfaced level. That’s not fair to me. The more you hold it in, the more it's going to build up. Like a chemical reaction, you know that topic well.” He let out a small laugh and shook his head at her. She grabbed his hands and kissed his knuckles, “I love you, Kim Namjoon. I really do.”

“And I love L/N Y/N. I really do.”

“Do you feel better?”

“Yes, I do...”

“Can we eat now? I’m so hungry.”

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead as he let out a deep chuckle, “Yes, we can eat.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hoseok #Bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfction #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon

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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years

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Sorry I never requested anything before but for the OP kissing event can I ask for Sanji with prompt 11 and Ace prompt 15? I like to think Sanji is flirty but when he actually gets action he's very shy so something like that maybe? For Ace literally anything haha, hope I did it right

Ace x prompt 15: then licks their lips and says “please”

thank you for requesting this!! you're alright, your first request went perfectly fine and I hope it meets your expectations! just a little side note: I only write 1 prompt per request, and I decided to go with this one cause I loved Ace and I just found it easier to write - I hope it's okay. hit me up and let me know what you think! enjoy ♡

gender neutral! sfw.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. - from this event.

Your face lighted up in excitement as Ace showed you one of his many fire tricks. He always did his best to surprise you with his powers - it was a useful exercise for him, always discovering new ways to use his power was something that came in handy during battles. But really, the main reason behind all that training was simply you.

He loved how happy you would get every time he showed you his new talent, how proud you were when he finally mastered his new attack. With you, Ace always felt seen, appreciated, loved - he would have done anything to impress you, to spend as much time as possible with you. And he did. Just like that, sporadic moments of "hey, y/n! look at this!!" became entire afternoons spent together trying to figure out exactly what he could or couldn't do with his powers.

"Careful! I don't want to burn you." Ace screams out as you got dangerously closer to the fire he held in his hands.

"This is so cool Ace! Don't you realise?!" you point, the flickering of Ace's flame reflecting in your eyes. With a dazzling smile on your face, you cup his freckled cheeks in your hands and leave a gentle kiss on his cheekbone, excited about Ace's new accomplishment. Letting out a slightly embarrassed laugh, he quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer to his chest and causing the two of you to lose balance.

Ace was still laughing as both of you were now laying down on the floor, you body on top of his. Placing your hands on his muscular chest, you held yourself up a bit to take a better look at him: how his raven hair spread above the floor, how nicely his freckles graced his face. You could feel his gaze almost piercing through you, his strong hands resting at the end of your back, holding you still. Every inch of you was connected with his, the warmth radiating from his bare skin extending to your body like the cozy heat of a fire place - he felt like home. As you lazily draw imaginary lines on his chest, softly running your fingers on his nude skin, you felt Ace shivering under your touch, goosebumps slowly forming as you tailored your hands around his torso.

"What?" you ask naively.

Ace's licks his lips, tilting his head back, trying to find the right words - your body on top of his was driving him insane, every time you touched him he felt like his chest was about to explode.

"Please.." he plead, adjusting himself to look at you. Shifting his weight onto his elbows, he leans towards you, your foreheads now touching. Your hands instinctively reached for his hair, playing with the strands that framed his angelic his face. A clever smile appears on his face, as he brushes his nose against yours before kissing you softly, his lips tenderly exploring yours as he holds you close.

"You drive me insane.." he whispers, his lips still brushing onto yours.

#portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #ace x you #ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x oc #one piece fanart #whitebeard crew #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard headcannons #whitebeard one piece #one piece luffy

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starstruckwillows · 2 years

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JESSIE BABE DO YOU WRITE FOR SEAMUS FINNIGAN???

i love my irish baby but there's not much content for him. :(

anyways if you do write for him could you do some fluffy dating hcs with him? <333

♡ dating headcanons - s.f ♡

ofc!! <3 @xosunshiine

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; seamus finnigan x reader

category; fluff, headcanons

summary; cute headcanons for dating seamus finnigan

warnings/content; some swearing

other; none

(we're going to be toning down the "blows stuff up" trait because we all know that was jkr's stereotypes shining through)

•when he talks really quickly, you may struggle to understand what he's saying, so you end up nodding and humming. dean translates later.

•speaking of dean - you have to get on with him. dean and seamus have a strong friendship and it'll kill him inside if you can't get on with his best friend. vice versa

•will punch someone for you, hands down. it's a 50/50 to if he wins the fight or not

•he's a halfblood so he understands the muggle world - however, he's a master of the buses in particular, and will take you on loads of dates that require bus journeys

•important dates often slip his mind, so he buys himself a calendar specifically for you and anything to do with what you're doing when you start going out

•has a song he's dedicated to the two of you in his head - the song changes weekly

•he blew up one fucking feather in first year and that's his reputation forever - when you say your boyfriend is seamus, the reaction is usually "oh the exploding gryffindor" to which you have to deadpan glare at them

•you've got to knock some sense into him when he starts yelling at harry for being a liar - it does cause an argument between you, but it's short lived

•he's actually, in his own way, such a gentleman. a genuine nice guy, not the misogynistic standard of men having to pay for everything. i just mean he's always going to be letting people know if their skirts have ridden up, always letting you use his homework, making sure your home/back to your dorm safely

•likes to walk you to your lessons, but it isn't always plausible

•if you're a gryffindor, he's always sitting with you in the common room; if you aren't a gryffindor, he's sneaking you in or vice versa

•if you get detention, he'll get it with you

•if he gets detention, you'll get it with him, and then he'll be mildly annoyed at you for getting yourself in trouble

•you aren't his first partner likely, but you're the last and he makes sure you know it

•probably married quite young? pretty standard in the harry potter universe, probably cos of all the war and stuff, but i see that anyway for him

•definitely buys the best gifts for your birthday, christmas ect. he's just a great gift buyer

•wear his flannels and he'll act mildly annoyed because he wanted to wear it, but try give it back to him and he'll basically force it back to you. whether they're big, small, fit perfectly, basically he loves to see it

•terrible at revising, like he does not want to pay attention and he's so easily distracted. good luck getting him to revise for anything

•he's also terrible at constructing things, e.g shelves. it always ends up with the two of you on the floor crying over unnecessarily vague instructions, before abandoning it for takeaway

•burns himself all the time when cooking

•has also burnt himself lighting a cigarette before

taglist:

@anordinarymuse @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kingshitonly

#starstruckwillows #fluff #golden trio era #seamus finnigan #x reader #headcanons #seamus finnigan headcanons #seamus finnigan x reader fluff #seamus finnigan x reader #harry potter

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yorukimura · 1 year

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Little Fighter (Albert Shaw/ The Grabber X Reader) One Shot.

Summary: You had accompanied your best friend to the grocery shop to prepare lunch, however, a violent event will cause you to find that person.

Words: 4484

Warnings: This one shot contains a slight domestic violence, fight, slightly racy scene.

Tag: sweet sex scene, actually sweet little things for the grabber :D

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—I really don't understand why you're like this.

2 a.m. and they were both still wandering the dark streets of Denver. Silence sat between the two people, footsteps could be heard perfectly against the hard asphalt of the street they were on.

—What am I supposed to do? I couldn't keep still, they were beating up a kid.

You said timidly towards your companion, not wanting to look at him for fear of an even stronger scolding. Just 10 minutes ago I had taken you out of the police station after having a fierce dispute with a parent.

—I understand that you want to help others, but you can't get into fights every five minutes.

Crossing your arms against your chest, defeated and embarrassed by the situation, you sighed heavily.

—We're talking about a man in his 30s or 40s, and you go and beat the shit out of him.

—I know that, Tristan, but understand me.

You stopped dead in your tracks, your anger building up in your body again at the memory of the situation.

You would never allow domestic abuse in front of your eyes again.

—I know it was wrong of me to get into that fight, let alone hit a man, but I can't bear to see a child being beaten by his parents.

You turned in his direction and looked at him, Tristan, your friend, was looking serious and cold.

—What would have happened if Aneko had been beaten by a man.

—That man was disappearing.

You both laughed at the scenario, Tristan wrapping one of his long, strong arms around your shoulders, pulling you close and starting to walk.

—Are you staying the night?

You thought for a moment, your younger brother wasn't going to be home due to a school camp.

—There's no one waiting for me at home, there's not a single problem with that.

Starting to laugh, you both headed for the house where Aneko, Tristan's wife, was waiting for you.

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The next morning.

—¡(y/n)!— A beautiful and pleasant red-haired woman appeared in the hall, showing a pleasant smile to her visitor. Her long hair waved at the movement of her walk. She approached you cheerfully, as she sat down next to you on the sofa.

—Do you have anything to do today?

-No, I don't— you replied, turning your gaze into his deep, attentive green eyes. At your words, he smiled happily.

—Would you like to come with me to the convenience store to buy a few things? I'd like to cook something special for the three of us.

You nodded with a small smile, Aneko returned the gesture, and you both got up from the nice sofa to get dressed and head towards the convenience store.

—I missed you so much.

Aneko started the conversation as you both headed towards the shop.

—Me too, we hadn't seen each other for a long time.

And it was true, it's only been a month since you and your best friends had a chance to see each other, Tristan due to his work at the office and Aneko resting due to an accident at the clothing shop where he worked.

You have known each other for more than 16 years, in fact, you grew up together, went to the same school, high school and later to the same university. And after all these years, you were still best friends.

—It's funny how the years go by, just a couple of years ago we were three teenagers trying not to burn down a school.

Aneko laughed softly, remembering the time when the science room almost exploded because of her husband and her best friend.

—Those were good times, I can't deny it.

Aneko replied, a few seconds of silence between the two of them.

—Did you see your father again?— asked Aneko, a little afraid of her friend's answer, (y/n) she looked at Aneko in surprise, it had been a long time since that topic had been mentioned.

—I don't know, I don't care what that man does.

An awkward silence ensued, both of them, trying not to look each other in the face, continued walking. Aneko started the conversation again.

—What do you think about the wave of kidnappings?

—It's pretty strange, the late 1970s and Denver is being terrorised by a child abductor in the middle of October.

—Aren't you worried about what might happen to your brother?

—He's 17, he can take care of himself, besides, this kidnapper grabs pre-teen boys, according to the paper.

—I find it curious that he kidnaps kids with medium-length hair.

—You're right, if I remember correctly, the latest abductee is a 14 or 15 year old boy called Robin.

—His parents are devastated, the kid was nice enough, but he looked like a fighter, just like you.

You smile as you grab Aneko's arm. —You also taught the little boy a few punches or tricks, didn't you?—, Aneko asks you, you nod energetically. —It was hard times back then, father didn't have the best composure with us, it lowers your morale when a 13 year old punches you in the stomach—. Aneko laughed at the mention of the funniest moment he could find in his mind. —When I feel depressed, my brain repeatedly plays that memory, your brother, you crashing into the tree, it's wonderful—. Aneko smiled at you, you smiled back a pleasant smile at the redhead.

—If we don't hurry, the shop will close—, Aneko nodded and started walking faster, a couple of streets down and you had arrived at a nice and pretty grocery shop.

—Do you mind getting these ingredients? I have to leave the shop for a moment— Aneko said worriedly, —Sure, give me the list— you replied grabbing the list from her hands, Aneko gave a warm smile before leaving the shop.

You started looking for the ingredients on the list, with a small basket in hand, you headed to the first shelf, glimpsing the many different spices. You kept looking, until you stopped when you heard a shout outside. "Aneko?" you thought, it was identical to his voice.

You looked out the window to your left, it had definitely been the scream of your friend, being harassed by a scruffy looking man.

—Wouldn't you like to play a little game with me?— you managed to hear through the hard glass of the tent, your blood started to boil, as the nerves inside you built up and the anger in your head was about to explode. You saw Aneko trying to get away from the boy and failing to do so.

You quickly sprang into action.

You stormed out of the shop, leaving the basket and the ingredients on the floor, and started to head towards the man harassing your friend.

—Aneko, duck— you demanded in a firm voice behind her, the confused boy looked in your direction. When the redhead ducked, your fist had managed to meet the boy's face. —Fucking bitch— he howled as he held his bloody nose. —What the fuck do you think you are to even try to touch her—, the seriousness remained in your voice. —The doll looked needy—, the boy replied, glaring at your friend. Aneko clung to your arm, cowering fearfully behind you, and with that sentence, your patience ran out.

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Tristan entered, exhausted, in the comfort of his own home, not a sound to be heard, a quietness that rarely occurred with his noisy wife at home. He smiled patiently as he set his jacket and mate in front of the coat rack. He made his way to the living room, on the table he saw a mysterious piece of paper. He frowned as he grabbed and read the paper carefully, "We went to buy some things for lunch, we'll be back in a few moments <3" he read, he recognised his beloved wife's handwriting. He pocketed the paper and headed for the kitchen. He sat down in one of the chairs as he pulled out a newspaper to read.

Minutes later, the unexpected happened.

The kitchen phone rang.

The black-haired man looked up from his newspaper, who was calling at this hour? He got up from his comfortable chair to walk lazily to the phone and answered it.

—May I ask who it is?

—Tristan, darling— he heard his beloved wife's nervous voice through the phone.

—Anekora, is everything alright?—asked Tristan, extremely worried, something was wrong and he could feel it.

—It's not good at all, it's (y/n), it's hard to explain.

—Where are you?—Instead of asking, Tristan demanded.

—We're at the grocery shop, the one next to the hardware store.

Tristan frowned as he heard a couple of shouts from the other line.

—Come quickly, please, my love.

—Tristan? Darling?

Aneko's voice could be heard through the dangling telephone on the wall in the kitchen. Tristan hurried down the street, leaving his keys behind, dropping everything to get to the place. He didn't care about anything right now.

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Blow after blow, your knuckles were deteriorating as they got stronger and stronger. —(y/n)! Please! Stop it, you'll kill him!— You heard Aneko scream, and a small crowd of teenagers came to watch the scene.

—You bastard.

Punch.

—You bastard.

Punch.

—You bastard!

You were surprised to feel strong, muscular arms grabbing your waist. Pulling your small body away from the boy you were hitting, firmly gripping your waist.

—Who are you?! Let go of me!

You squirmed in the man's arms, before digging your elbow into his stomach to get away from him. He let go, clutching his stomach on impact, leaving you free to continue punching the boy underneath you.

—(y/n)!—You heard Tristan's voice calling out to you, felt his hands grab you, and managed to stop you. The boy lay dying on the ground, trying to breathe and process the information of the situation.

—(y/n) (y/l/n) what the hell are you thinking getting into this kind of situation like this—, Tristan scolded you, grabbing your men, you looked down, unwilling to face your friend's fury.

A middle-aged woman approached, apparently the owner of the shop. —Excuse me, sorry to butt in, but the girls were just defending themselves against harassment, it's not the girl's fault —.Tristan let go of (y/n), they both stood up, Tristan went over to the shop assistant to further inform himself of what had happened.

Meanwhile, Aneko nervously turned to the man who had tried to stop her friend's attack.

—Sir, are you alright?—asked Aneko, embarrassed. The man tried to pull himself together, (y/n) looked at him, watching his hand run through his long blonde locks. —Yes, don't worry, miss, it was a pretty hard blow— he replied.

Aneko kept apologizing repeatedly, as (y/n) kept watching him, your gaze traced his wonderful arms, through his work shirt you could see a toned muscle, your eyes went upwards, no doubt he was taller than you, glimpsing a sharp jaw. In the end, you ended up looking directly into his blue eyes. The man noticed your steady gaze, looked in your direction, and you shyly moved closer to Aneko, not taking your eyes off him.

—I owe you an apology— you managed to speak with difficulty, Aneko turned in your direction, somewhat surprised at your apology. A hand rested on your right arm, it was Tristan who this time had approached the small group of three that had formed. —That's right, and a big thank you, without you that madwoman—he looked minutely in your direction, and you felt the back of your neck burn under Tristan's gaze. —She would have ended up killing someone—, Tristan finished the sentence, and he extended his free arm in a handshake, firmly, the sturdy stranger returned the friendly greeting.

—Wow, that's a lot of apologies in one day— he joked, letting out a small laugh. Tristan and Aneko returned the joke, but you decided to keep quiet.

—I hope you're not hurt, and I apologise for the great inconvenience we've caused you—,Tristan apologised for the last time. Aneko animatedly pulled a small card from her purse and held it out to the man, the card contained a phone number and Aneko's home address.

—Feel free to stop by and say hello if you live nearby. I would be very grateful if you would accept my proposal to come to our house for dinner. It's a thank you for controlling a fierce woman—.This time, it was Aneko who joked, the gentleman let out a slight smile.

—I have to go, but it's been a pleasure to help— he said goodbye, Aneko and Tristan said goodbye in return and turned and headed for home.

You, however, were still standing there, staring at the man in front of you at that moment. —I never thought such a frail body could strike like that—the deep voice brought you out of your thoughts, you looked at him again carefully, smiled slightly at him. —Thank you for helping, Sir— you realised, he hadn't even said his name or introduced himself, a blush appeared on your cheeks. —Shaw, Al Shaw— Al replied.

—Thank you, Mr. Shaw for helping me— saying goodbye, you turned around trying to catch up with your friends in the opposite direction.

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Days after...

—You've been acting weird for days, something's going on in that head of yours—. Aneko put your plate on the table, you had returned from work just in time for lunch, and found Aneko inside your house preparing lunch. —I wonder how the hell you got into my house again—, Aneko laughed lightly at your verdict.

—You always leave the copy key under the third potted plant on the left—, she turned around to continue preparing another dish.

��This is breaking and entering, and you know it— you huffed exhaustedly. Aneko nodded cheerfully.

—Tell me the truth—, demanded Aneko, thus beginning the curious conversation.

—What truth am I supposed to tell?— you asked, slightly apprehensive.

—You've been very absent-minded for a couple of days, it's as if your mind decided to go somewhere else—,she paused slightly, —or maybe... On someone else—.

And Aneko was right. For days, from the moment you met Al, you hadn't stopped thinking about him, something made you curious, his mysterious countenance, his large body size, or even his deep blue eyes, looking straight into your soul. And that, no doubt, Aneko could read him.

—It's the man from the other day—said Aneko, it didn't really sound like a question.

—I think yes, there's something about it... It doesn't add up.

—The one that definitely doesn't add up is you— Aneko turned around, somewhat indignant at the situation, whipped the damp cloth lightly against you, instilling a sense of annoyance.

—This is your chance. Think about it, your brother will have to go to university in a few months and you'll be alone at home, it's been years since you've been with someone.

—Try to give him a chance, I've seen the way he looks at you, you're definitely his interest.

—How can you be so sure of that? Maybe he's married or has children... Or something like that.

-—Because he told me so—answered Aneko, you were stunned by his answer.

—Do you want to know or would you rather have flies coming in through your mouth—Aneko raised his hand to gently close his jaw, as he sat down in the chair next to you, with his own plate. You nodded energetically.

—Well, then…

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Two days ago...

Aneko had decided that day to go to the grocery shop again.

While she was looking for the ingredients, she bumped into the body of another person, turning around, she saw a man with a top hat, a white face and a pair of dark glasses. Aneko quickly realised who it was.

—How nice! You're the man who helped us—Aneko greeted the man warmly. Albert was surprised, it was very unlikely that he would recognise him from the way he looked. Very nervous, he replied, —Well, what a nice surprise to meet you—.

—I see that this time she's not accompanied by her friend—mentioned Albert, Aneko proposed to help him with the shopping, and although he refused, he couldn't with Aneko's insistent fierceness.

—She'll be on her afternoon shift right now, are you curious about her?

—I just wanted to know if she was all right—Aneko glanced sideways at her current companion. —Are you married or do you have children?—The woman changed the topic of conversation drastically, puzzling the man, who, very surprised, replied.

-—What? Why do you ask?— Aneko looked at him again with a pleasant smile.

-You seem very interested in (y/n).

Albert was silent for a few moments, Aneko wasn't lying. Ever since that day he'd stopped the girl, he hadn't stopped thinking about her for a second of the day, hoping to find her again, a strange feeling he hadn't felt in many years. Of course, he has had a couple of relationships, but never the feeling he had when he saw her.

—Are you still going to the thank you dinner?

Aneko's eyes lit up, excitedly nodding happily, with the knowledge that the proposal was directed exclusively towards her best friend, (y/n).

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—And he's coming to our house this evening, for dinner— Aneko finished the story, taking a sip of her lemonade. Looking carefully at the blushing face of her friend who had reached the 100 types of red possible on a human face.

Of course you wanted to see him, you haven't stopped thinking about him since that day and you had a great magnetic feeling inside you that you wanted to get closer to him, to get to know him, to be interested in him.

—The dress is in your room, you're coming too— Aneko got up from the table as she picked up the empty plates from both of them. Turning to the sink, she began to clear the dishes. —And it's an order, not a question—.

You sighed exhaustedly.

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You looked in the mirror a little resentful of the dress Aneko gave you, it was a wine colour that highlighted your face and the colour of your skin, with a plunging V neckline showing your collarbone, the skirt, six toes above the knee highlighted your legs along with the black boots you wore. The outfit highlighted every curve, every softness in your body, without a doubt, you looked wonderful.

You had tied your hair up in a simple ponytail, nothing about your outfit was really fancy or sophisticated, a simple, casual dress that brought out the perfect in you.

Aneko certainly made the best choice.

You went to grab a bag where you put your house keys and went out. The slight cold breeze whipped your face, it was already dark, but the streetlights illuminate the streets well. You started walking towards your two friend´s house, a couple of blocks down the street from your house. It didn't take you more than 10 minutes to get there.

You spotted a car, right in front of the house. "Tristan's car is in the garage, is it...", you realised that this car must belong to the new dinner companion.

You moved closer to what appeared to be the van. "Abracadabra, entertainment and supplies," you read inwardly, turning around, you headed towards the door of the house, and before you could knock on the door, it opened.

Aneko greeted you with a mischievous smile.

—Hi sweetie— she greeted you lovingly, letting you pass, and you stepped carefully in, returning the greeting. You heard a couple of chuckles coming from the living room.

—Come, we're in the living room, we've been waiting for you.

—Am I too late?—Aneko shook her head as you headed for the living room. —Not at all, you're on time, make yourself at home as usual—.

You walked in, your gaze automatically shifted to the sturdy man sitting on one of the sofas, and you looked at him carefully for a few seconds.

He wore a red jumper, over it a black shirt, with trousers and shoes of the same colour, his rings made his hands look bigger and more dominant.

He looked up at you, stopping directly in your eyes, creating a tense eye contact between the two of you.

He observed every curve, relief, detail of you, the shape of your dress, how good it looked on you, your hair cascading down your shoulders further accentuating your jaw and neck. Your bright eyes looking up at him, your skin glowing in the dim light of the lamp beside you, wondering if your skin is as smooth as it looks.

Aneko and Tristan watched the scene in front of them in amusement, Aneko made a heart shape with his hands while Tristan held back a small laugh. — Let's leave the couple talking— Aneko whispered in Tristan's ear, and seconds later they both decided to retire to the dining room to prepare the table.

Albert stood up from the sofa, facing you, the difference in height between the two of you was considerably noticeable, you shyly broke eye contact by looking slightly down at the floor.—I-I didn't think you'd be here tonight— you began, still feeling his bluish gaze on you, making your nerves and your insides start to get very hot.

—Neither do I —he replied, and you looked up again, revealing your slight blush. For a few seconds you were silent, until you decided to start the conversation.

— I'm sorry, I punched you in the stomach, I... I was very angry at the time...— you said shyly, a little afraid of the answer. He offered you a small smile, — Don't worry about it, it's forgotten— he replied, you nodded momentarily. Albert offered to sit down, a little awkwardly, you agreed very shyly.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, Aneko put a glass on the wall so she could listen to the conversation on the other side of the door. —Where was the right to privacy?—Tristan asked as he set a couple of plates on the table, Aneko motioned for him to come over and listen to the conversation on the other side as well. Tristan looked at her and, leaving what he was doing, hurried to his wife's side with another glass.

You and Albert laughed, you seemed to have matched each other perfectly, him with his shyness and you with your new confidence towards him, unafraid to start getting to know him and opening up.

—I should have known, you were the man who works in the hardware store next to the shop— you pointed out, looking closely at his one arm.

—I've been here for quite a few years, but I've never seen you until now.

—I know, everyone in Denver is supposed to know everyone, I moved in with my younger brother a few months ago.

Undoubtedly, the conversation flowed between the two, feeling a strange familiarity, a magnetism between the bodies, an inordinate attraction.

Aneko had finished preparing the dining room and called the couple from the living room to dinner.

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—It has been a pleasure meeting you Albert! See you tomorrow (y/n)!— Aneko said goodbye happily with her hand, next to Tristán.

When she closed the door, again, Albert and you were left alone. You were silent for a few moments, dinner had gone wonderfully, but your nervousness was still persistent, nervous to be alone with him.

He looked at you, you looked back at him. —I'll accompany you home? Do you live far away?—He asked.

—Don't worry, I live 5 minutes away, I can go alone— you responded shyly, —I insist, I would not like to discover that you have been kidnapped for going alone in the middle of the night— you laughed slightly at his insistence, you sweetly accepted his proposal and you began to walk in the direction of your house.

—It's been a nice dinner—you started the conversation.

—Yes, it's nice with you.

You smiled slightly at his answer, god, you liked that sweetness so much. You kept talking about trivial things, the words and gestures flowed naturally.

You arrived home, accompanied by Albert, kindly he even walked you to the front door.

—Thanks for coming with me…— you said as you opened the door, stopping to turn towards him. He gave you a sweet smile.

—I hope that the next dinner you have is with me— you were a little surprised at the question, "is… is he proposing a date?" you blushed at the thought, until now, no one had dared to ask you out on a date.

—Don't doubt that.

You looked into each other's eyes, your eyes shining in the light while you got lost in that wonderful blue sea of his, slowly you stood on tiptoe, Albert brought his body closer to yours.

You felt his lips brush against yours while breathing became irregular and bodies reached their maximum temperature. Passing his hands around your waist, holding you firmly, he did it, he kissed you slowly.

You felt the sweetness in a kiss, the passion that he felt towards aunt and that he was trying to hide since dinner, he couldn't contain himself anymore, much less you. You put your arms around his neck deepening the kiss, while you caressed his long hair, after a few seconds you separated due to lack of air.

You looked into each other's eyes again, exhaling for lack of air.

Never come to feel those feelings with a person, only with you.

You both melted that same night, feeling the warmth of the other united, listening to the wonderful music that your mouths produced at the contact of the skin of both rubbing against each other, making you his, and you, making him yours that night.

And he didn't want it to end, neither of them wanted to feel the end of that nocturnal meeting between them.

He didn't want you to know that he was The Grabber.

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SO SORRY I've had a horrible week and haven't had time to finish this, but it's long :D

Again, I apologize for the horrible English grammar I use, my language is not English :'(

This time I wanted to try something fluffy, before getting into the horror of being kidnapped by sexy Grabber(?)

Do not hesitate to leave a heart and a comment, or even a request, they are open ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

I hope you have liked everything I have created, thank you very much for reading little grasshopper <3

#the grabber x reader #the grabber x y/n #the grabber #albert shaw #albert shaw x reader #fluff #the black phone x reader #ethan hawke x reader

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blissfullyapillow · 10 months

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Hihi,

I loved your Yosuke Hanamura x aromatic reader. But may I request a drabble of mutual pinning? with a prompt, "All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you"

┃Enchanted

₊˚⊹♡Yosuke Hanamura x gn reader

₊˚⊹♡‎wc: 1,988~

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₊˚⊹♡notes: fluffy Yosuke hair <3

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“All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you.”

Enchanted: placed under a spell; bewitched (cr.)

You’ve been busy lately.

With frequent visits to the shadow world, massive amounts of schoolwork, and meetings with the investigation team, you’ve had your hands full.

Even so, you find yourself walking through Junes. Your head swivels each and every way in your search for a head of fluffy brown hair.

Your eyes spot said head a few meters away. You feel the way your lips curl into a smile, and your voice echoes as you call out to Yosuke. He’s in the middle of restocking shelves, but at the sound of your voice he’s quick to turn around.

It’s almost comical how fast he immediately turns around, back to facing the shelves. The rest of the items are placed on the shelf with inhuman speed. As Yosuke sets the now empty box down you make your way over to him.

“Eager to talk to me, huh?” You tease. You adore the way his cheeks redden. “Yeah yeah. Follow me, act like you’re asking me for help so I can “show you where the item is.” You follow his request, and soon you two are walking around Junes as Yosuke feigns helping you search for something.

“So… how’ve you been? I know it must be hard with work, the investigation team, and school. Has king moron been picking on you again?” Your question elicits a tired groan out of Yosuke. “You know it. I just can’t catch a break with him. Otherwise I’ve been holding up pretty well. You?” Yosuke’s eyes meet yours, and you swear you see specks of gold in his eyes.

“Ah- I’ve been holding up well…” You cough, hoping to cover up the embarrassing way your voice cracked. You peek towards Yosuke to gauge his reaction. Thankfully, he seems none the wiser as he smiles lovingly in your direction.

Wait- lovingly? Be for real Y/n.

You scold yourself for thinking Yosuke would look at you like that. As much as you wish it so, you know he has a lot on his plate despite his calm demeanor. You don’t want to add a love confession on top of everything he already has to juggle. Although..

Your face warms as Yosuke’s hand grasps yours. He quickly pulls you towards him, out of the way of a flying cart. “Hey, watch where you’re going with that!” Yosuke shouts after a young kid chasing after the wayward cart.

“Sorry about that. You okay?” As Yosuke carefully checks you over, all you can think about is the warmth of his hand in yours and how close he’s standing next to you. “I’m fine.” Your response is unusually terse, but Yosuke seems none the wiser.

“Okay, great! Come, the aisle is right this way.” Yosuke’s teasing tone makes you laugh. He leads you to the candy aisle, his hand firmly holding on to yours.

Unbeknownst to you, Yosuke had no intention of letting your hand go anytime soon.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

“Come on you two, you’re so obvious. Will you two start dating already? Please spare us from this unbearable tension. Please.” Chie’s loud voice booms across the table. Yu, Yukiko, and Kanji all stop what they were discussing to stare at the two of you. You’re sure Rise would’ve had a sly comment to make if she were here.

“Uh- what are you talking about moron? Shut up!” Yosuke’s face explodes in a burst of red. He reaches across the table to shove Chie, and she shouts as she shoves him back in retaliation. “Huh? What do you mean Chie? I thought Yosuke and Y/n were already dating.” Yukiko’s curious gaze lands on you, and you swear you could melt to the floor right then and there from the burning mortification.

Passersby turn to watch the scene unfold. Yu coughs awkwardly. He separates Yosuke and Chie from each other, and Kanji pays no mind to the shenanigans occurring in front of him.

Once the commotion dies down, Yosuke sits back in his seat beside you. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, and you catch his gaze. You quickly glance away with warm cheeks.

You hear a collective groan from the investigation team.

You stick your tongue out at them.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The meeting comes to an end, and you walk beside Yosuke on your trip back home. Yosuke wheels his bike beside him as he walks next to you. You laugh at Yosuke’s annoyed rant about Chie, his frustration evident in his tone.

You stare at Yosuke as he talks. You admire the animated expressions he makes. You aren’t paying attention to where you’re walking, and you wind up bumping shoulders with Yosuke. You catch yourself and put a bit of distance between the two of you once more.

You let out a noise of surprise when Yosuke follows you, closing the distance between the two of you once more. He shyly glances at you before his gaze moves downward. Your eyes follow his, and you realize his eyes are glued to your hand. You tentatively inch your hand closer to his, and he doesn’t hesitate to grasp it.

He continues to wheel the bike beside him with one hand, while his other hand squeezes yours. The silence is loud between the two of you as you walk.

Wait, what does this mean??

Your mind runs a mile a minute as you think back on past interactions between you and Yosuke. You’ve harbored a crush on Yosuke for a few months. It began soon after you joined the investigation team, following Chie and Yukiko.

You hope your hand isn’t sweaty.

You tentatively glance at Yosuke once more.

Honestly, this feels incredible. If Yosuke’s smile is anything to go by, maybe he feels the same way? There’s no way the investigation team would constantly tease the two of you if they couldn’t see something unspoken going on between the two of you.

Your mouth parts, a question on your tongue. You’re willing to risk heartbreak in order to confront Yosuke on his true feelings, especially if it means you get to experience the bliss of holding his hand like this everyday.

“Yosuke-” “Y/n-” You both pause in your step, and stare at each other with wide eyes. A beat of silence passes before you both begin laughing.

Yosuke bumps his shoulder against yours as he laughs, and you lean against his arm for support. “Yosuke, you first.” You manage to get out, giggling all the while. “You sure?” When you nod your approval, Yosuke’s laughter suddenly dies down. He chuckles, but his eyes dart every which way.

“Yosuke..?” He jumps a bit at the sound of your voice. “Sorry Y/n. Um- well… Do you think there’s been a bit of.. tension between us? Like Chie mentioned earlier?” Yosuke’s nervous glance in your direction morphs into one of shock when you nod in agreement. You fidget in place as he stares at you, and you squeeze his hand.

When he squeezes back, you feel you have the boost of confidence you need to voice your thoughts. “Well, honestly Yosuke, I’ve.. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.” You glance at him, and his pupils are blown wide. His cheeks are flushed, and his mouth is parted in the pretty shape of an ‘o.’

You hesitate to continue. He slowly blinks before he shakes his head. “Y/n, I-”

CRASH!

You jump in shock, and Yosuke yelps as he falls forward. He lets go of your hand so you aren’t dragged down with him. His bike falls away from him as his body crashes into a trash can.

Oh, Yosuke.

You can only chuckle in amusement as he curses. He quickly gets up to fix himself and the toppled trash can. As he leans down to pick up his bike, you move closer to him.

“Sorry Y/n! Geez, these stupid trash cans. You know, I… I’ve had a crush on you too. Ever since I saw your shadow…” You pause. Your limbs feel cold as you recall the sheer embarrassment you were forced to live through as your shadow revealed your innermost, darkest thoughts.

Where is he going with this?

You take a step back from him as he continues to speak. “..I realized we may have more in common than I thought. You’re so… radiant. At first I thought there was no way you’d have a shadow. Y/n? Lovely, gorgeous, Y/n having a shadow? No way. Well, I was surely proven wrong. But.. but that moment made me realize I didn’t know you like I thought I did. Honestly, we had class together but we’ve never shared a meaningful conversation. I’ve heard those awful rumors about you, and although I didn’t pay them any mind.. I was curious about you. Meeting you in the shadow world and seeing that side of you gave me the opportunity I needed to approach you…. As bad as that sounds.” Yosuke sheepishly shrugs at his words.

My feet stop moving, and I’m rooted to the spot. Wait, he wasn’t turned off by my shadow? He… he still likes me? Knowing my deepest insecurities, he still wanted to get to know me?

I’m flabbergasted; frozen in place. Yosuke moves closer to me, and I can see a flame of determination within his brown orbs. “Y/n. I like you. Really, really like you. If you’re willing to give a relationship with me a try…then…” Yosuke’s words act as a whispered confession of love; his words cause your heart to race and your cheeks to flush.

He lets go of his bike once more. As it clatters to the ground his free hand grasps yours. Now, both of his hands are holding yours. He brings you closer, holding your intertwined hands close to his heart.

He’s so close now.

Your breathing quickens as he draws closer.

But, he pauses.

He breathes deeply as he stares into your eyes. You’re so close you can smell him, and gosh he smells heavenly.

“Y/n… All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you.” His lips hover over yours now, but he waits. He waits for you to close the distance, if that’s what you wish.

You don’t plan on making him wait.

His honeyed words echo in your mind as you lean in, and your lips finally, finally, brush against his. Yosuke’s groan reaches your ears as he leans against you. His lips feel like the fluffiest and softest of clouds in the sky… albeit a bit chapped.

You sigh in bliss once the two of you part. Your eyes meet Yosuke’s once more, and the spellbound look in his eyes causes your breath to catch in your throat.

Gosh, you love this man.

Yosuke smiles at you like the dork he is. He presses a chaste kiss against your lips once more before he pulls away. You immediately miss the warmth of his hands when he lets go of yours.

He leans down and picks up his bike. When he turns around to look at you once more, his face is bathed in the setting sun’s golden glow.

You’re absolutely mesmerized as he holds out his free hand to you once more. “So… Can I take that kiss as a yes? That’ll you’ll go out with me, that is.” Yosuke’s nerves show themselves through his trembling hand. You will your heart to slow down as you slowly reach for his hand.

You laugh shyly as your fingers intertwine with his.“Of course, Yosuke. I’d love nothing more.”

Your words cause his eyes to light up in elation, and he squeezes your hand happily. “I’m… I’m so glad!” Yosuke leans into you, nuzzling his face against yours.

As you share joyful laughter together, the golden sky serves as a beautiful backdrop on this memorable day.

The day you start a life long relationship with Yosuke Hanamura.

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