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xpao-bearx · 1 year

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"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 2 HERE

Read Part 4 HERE

NOTES: The fact that the idea for this part was already causing me such INTENSE brainrot way before I even finished writing Part 2 (which is pretty funny cuz I actually had a TOTALLY different idea compared to how this part is now, but hey my stoopid brain does what it does) 👁👄👁 Anyhoe, I am SO stoked for this (it also turned out quite long)!! It's finally got ✨️smut✨️ which I know my fellow sluts have been waiting for, BUT it's not the actual sexy sex yet cuz I'm saving that for the last part. Don't worry, it'll definitely be worth it~ ;)

BTW there's a part in this where Steven recites French poetry by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore and I used Google Translate for the English, so if the translation is off then I'm very sorry!

And I just wanna thank y'all sooo much again from the bottom of mah lil black heart, like SERIOUSLY! You lovelies are truly spoiling me with all your sweet comments, likes, and reblogs 😭❤️❤️❤️ And I swear that after the unexpectedly huge success of this fic, it made me fall RIDICULOUSLY HARDER for Oscar ISNACC and I have y'all to blame for dragging me even deeper into DILF Hell Heaven. Like, it's actually a problem when I suddenly feel like giggling and kicking my feet while I'm suffering at work just at the thought of him 😂

I also haven't been this confident and motivated in a while, and this is one of the VERY rare times I'm actually updating pretty quickly without the temptation of slacking off and abandoning it. I love writing and this fic is my baby, and it's just so fucking incredible that you guys are loving what I'm putting out, too, so once more: THANK YOU 🥰

Who knows, maaaybe more Moon Knight fics will come out in the future from me and fingers crossed that Moon Knight Season 2 will be confirmed 🤭

And the tag list has been updated! I also included some readers who I thought wanted to follow this whole series, so if you find yourself tagged despite not asking to be then that's why LMAO xD As always, the tag list is open so don't be shy to ask if you'd like to be added on it! ^_^

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Part 3: Like a virgin, touched for the very first time

After the flurry of honesty and an insane whirlwind of emotions, you and Steven finally winded down. It was a bit awkward following that, but he asked (well, sputtered) if you'd like to stay. He immediately apologized, knowing that he was overstepping boundaries and he completely understands if you rejected such a mental idea.

But it was late, and there was absolutely no way he was going to let you go home alone especially with the state you're in. And also...

Well, call him a selfish knob, but he just wanted--needed--to be with you.

But you agreed to stay--enthusiastically so. You both were flustered, though sharing a laugh together had all the tension fade away.

Because, truly, you were right where you were supposed to be.

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Steven prepared dinner for the two of you, consisting of five-minute vegan mac and cheese courtesy of his microwave then indulging yourselves with the box of chocolates he brought at the failed date for dessert. It wasn't "grand" by any means, but it was the best you ate in a long time.

All thanks to the cute host... Actually, your gorgeous boyfriend.

Just the thought had you grinning like a doofus, the butterflies in your belly now transforming into fucking birds.

Did that make sense? Hell no, but being with Steven absolutely did.

"Love..." Steven's strong arms encircled around your waist from behind, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Make yourself comfortable, yeah? Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch."

You gasped, affronted, quickly whipping around to face him. "Excuse you, sir, but I have every reason to be worried!" You huffed dramatically. "You are definitely not sleeping on the couch, Steven. And if you still insist that you are, then I'll just join you!"

Steven chuckled, his cheeks glowing pink. He rested his chin atop your head, pulling you closer to him. "The couch is too small for the two of us... So for a good night's sleep, I suppose I have no choice but to share the bed with you, yeah?"

"You say that as if you'd rather not." You pouted playfully, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. You can faintly hear the erratic thrum of his heartbeat, matching your own.

"I'm just pulling your leg, sweetheart." He teased, kissing your head.

How the fuck did he ever get so lucky? He thought he was going crazy, that this was all just a dream--but it wasn't. Dreams were never this good. You were right here, right now, in his arms. Wholly accepting him for who he is. Loving him.

And he fucking loved you, too.

"Where's the bathroom, baby?"

Baby. The name made his heart stop for a full second. Heat once again crept up to his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears, his voice not coming out as all he could do was just point towards the bathroom as he stared down at you in a completely lovestruck sort of wonder.

You giggled, blushing as well before leaning up on your tiptoes and pecking his nose. "You go relax, Steven. I'll join you soon."

He watched you saunter off, still glued in place and a hand atop his frenzied heart.

He had no idea how in the world he was supposed to relax, especially now that the situation fully hit him like a freight train. But thankfully, he found his legs moving for him and his body taking the liberty of changing into his cozy pyjamas before climbing onto bed.

He put on his ankle restraint and settled down, covering the blanket over him like some posh Victorian duchess as he laid completely stiff. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, lifting his head and squinting every so often at the closed bathroom and your obscure shadow dancing amidst the light peeking through the tiny crack of the door underneath.

And it was so...quiet. Neither Marc nor Jake has uttered a single peep, which was highly unusual. Either one or both of them always had something to say, regardless of whatever Steven was doing and he was the same whenever they were fronting.

But as of the moment, he couldn't even handle speaking with Marc. Not after what he did. Marc and Jake were his family and there was no doubt that he and Marc will eventually make up, but no one was ever allowed to hurt you--especially now that you two were officially together.

Jake, on the other hand... Well, he was known to butt into Steven's business. But Jake always gave him a good push, and he would never actually force Steven to do something if Jake didn't believe he could do it. Truly, Steven owed Jake for technically setting you and him up.

But besides Marc, Steven was more surprised that Jake wasn't yapping away especially when you were involved. It didn't go unnoticed for Steven the way Jake has...changed. Only when you were around, at least. And despite Jake being the stealthiest of them all, Steven could always feel him silently observing you at work deep within the recesses of his mind.

But Steven never said anything. He just understood--accepted--Jake, and he was sure that Jake knew. But Steven didn't mind it; in fact, it made him feel less alone.

After all, how could anyone ever resist you?

He then sighed deeply, shaking his head. Clearly it was no use just laying in his bed like a corpse, so he sat up and threw the blanket off before grabbing a random book from his bedside table and donned his glasses. But his brain was too muddled, heart still not ceasing its turbulent thump as he couldn't even register the words popping out of the worn pages he has read a thousand times.

"So you wear glasses, too, huh?"

He flinched slightly at your voice, seeing you standing at the foot of his bed. You chuckled softly before your eyes landed on his ankle restraint, raising a brow.

"S-Sorry, it's..." He scrambled for something--anything. "I...I know it's a huge red flag, but I have a...sleeping disorder. I promise it ain't for something, um...sexual."

"No need to make excuses, Steven. I don't think it's a red flag."

'And I wouldn't mind if you used it on ME.' You bit back the risqué words that nearly tumbled out your foolish, needy mouth.

Steven only smiled shyly, putting the book away before he gasped when he suddenly felt something plop down on his lap.

Something soft, warm, and lovely.

"Is...is this okay..?" Now it was your turn to be shy, meeting his gaze tentatively.

"More than okay." He breathed, staring up at you with an awed grin. "Gods, Y/N, you're beautiful."

"Thanks, this is my 'I wonder how I didn't pass out from running the most I never thought I could' look." You laughed. But Steven didn't, guilt clouding his features.

He placed his hands on your hips, brows knitting together and jaw squaring. "I really am sorry, Y/N. You didn't have to do that, didn't have to meet me. I would've hated it, but I would've totally understood if you never wanted to see me again. And yet...I was happy when you did come."

"I'm happy, too, Steven." You assured him, one hand on his shoulder while the other combed through his fluffy curls. "And honestly, I would do it again. If you were in, hell, Egypt--I'd still find a way to you, no matter what."

His expression softened, a smile replacing his frown as he leaned forward and laid his head on your chest. "Please do one favour for me, though?" You kept quiet, patiently awaiting his words. "If you ever meet Marc, punch the prick."

"Baby, I can only slap him! No way I'd ever damage your godsent face." You laughed again, little snorts wracking your body that Steven found so damn endearing. Then he looked up, his chin resting in between the pillowy softness of your breasts.

"Love... Call me that again."

"Baby." You obeyed with zero hesitation, and Steven groaned. A deep, rumbly sound that sent tingles all throughout your body. You lightly tugged on his hair, making his head tip back and gaze locking with his pretty brown eyes that have gotten darker, pupils dilated.

"Baby..." Your voice came out as a pathetic whine, your hand on his shoulder holding on for dear life. "Wanna kiss you."

Like a predator pouncing on its prey, Steven swooped up to catch your lips--only for the both of your glasses to bump into each other.

An awkward beat passed between the two of you before you both exploded into riotous laughter. The two of you fell side by side on the bed, giggling so much that tears sprang to your eyes and your stomachs hurt.

Once you two finally calmed down, you exchanged bright smiles and Steven rolled on top of you. His elbows dug into the bed on either side of you, making sure not to bear down his weight on you. He then took off both of your glasses, setting them aside on the bedside table.

"Shall we try again, love?" But Steven didn't wait for your response, crashing his lips with yours.

It was chaste. Feather light. So much better than what you ever imagined it to be like. Steven's lips were unexpectedly soft, but there was a certain firmness in the way he kissed you. Your eyes fluttered shut, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.

Steven cradled the side of your face gently, lovingly, as if he was handling glass. Then, experimentally, you nipped on his bottom lip. He gasped sharply, and you slid your tongue inside his mouth.

It was obvious how inexperienced you were, but Steven certainly didn't mind. In fact, it only turned him on even more that you wanted to spend your precious first time with him.

And he was definitely never letting you go.

You moved your tongue uncertainly, small panic brewing inside of you if you were doing it right. All those shows and movies made kissing look so easy; but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts as Steven's tongue tangled with yours, taking the lead as he coaxed you into a lazy, sensual dance.

And that drew a long, beautiful moan out of you. Steven craved more, more, more--wanting to push you to the very limit, a lustful, greedy beast suddenly possessing his body.

But oh, he knew, deep down, that beast has always been there; waiting for the right moment to be released.

Waiting for you.

He then slowly pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. Your entire body was flushed, lips puffy and eyes hazy with anguished yearning as you stared up at him. Your hands reached out, clinging on tightly to his black sweatshirt. Despite being on the bed, you felt as if you were free falling into a bottomless pit.

And you wanted to fall--with Steven.

"Steven..." You murmured, one leg wrapping around his waist. "Are you gonna make love to me?"

"No." His reply was instant, levelling his gaze with yours. "I will, but not tonight, darling. I don't have any condoms."

"I...I don't mind..."

A low purr reverberated from his throat. Fuck, were you even aware of what you were saying? Of the sweet, tempting danger it entailed?

He might as well just tie you up, keep you in his apartment forever. With him. ONLY him.

He shook his head, quickly stamping down such dark, possessive thoughts.

"Love." He emphasized through clenched teeth, and you saw the way his inner conflict flickered in his eyes. "Not tonight, Y/N. But that doesn't mean I can't still please you, yeah?"

He pulled your leg off of his waist then pressed his lips to your ankle, electricity coursing directly to where you desired it most.

He never broke eye contact, his lips slowly trailing down the smooth expanse of your leg before pausing at your crotch. He chuckled deeply, ignoring it as he moved to your stomach.

You mewled desperately, wiggling slightly. "Baby." You pleaded, nearly breathless. "Please... Don't fuckin' tease me."

"M'sorry, pretty girl. Just let me worship you, yeah? You deserve it." He hummed, completely unbothered. "I deserve it."

He pushed up your tank top, your breasts spilling erotically and...fuck, was that a belly button piercing?

"First year of college. It was a completely lucid decision." You giggled at his stunned expression. "Hurt like a bitch, but I've always wanted one."

"Looks like I'm not the only one with secrets, then." He chuckled, kissing your belly with utmost tenderness and your breath getting caught in your throat. His lips languidly traced upwards, reaching your breasts and burying his face in between them and inhaling deeply.

Now he understood why Jake wouldn't shut the hell up about the way you smelled after asking you out.

His left hand groped one of your breasts, breath stuttering at the wonderful plushness. Then he raised his head, eyes locking intently with yours once more as his tongue flicked your pert nipple. You whimpered for more, more, more--back arching as you eagerly offered yourself to him.

And he just as eagerly accepted your gracious offer, mouth latching on to your nipple. You moaned as he sucked and squeezed, his teeth grazing slightly against the sensitive bud, only magnifying the maddening sensations you had no control over yet had the privilege to be a willing victim to.

He pulled away with a resounding 'pop' before giving your other breast equal devoted attention, his right hand making its descent lower, lower, lower--slipping inside your shorts and his chest blazing at the dampness that greeted him.

"Bloody hell..." He grunted, erection straining painfully against his pyjama pants. He glanced down, his much larger hand cupping your entire pussy. "Wanna fucking taste you, angel. Can I? Please, love, I wanna taste your pretty pussy."

"Y-You don't even have to ask..." You squeaked, completely scarlet from head to toe. "Just take me, baby."

Steven grinned wolfishly, a gleam in his eyes that you've never seen before making your heart skip a beat. Without wasting another moment, he practically ripped your shorts off. He groaned as he saw the wet splotch in the middle of your panties, yanking them down your legs before bringing it up to his nose as a shiver ran down his spine at your intoxicating scent.

Your arousal was flowing down to your thighs, eyes glazed over as if in a trance as you watched Steven sniff your panties like a beast in heat. Then he shimmied out of his pants, your eyes widening as his cock stood proudly; thick and veiny, the tip an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. His fist, still clutching on to your panties, wrapped around his cock as he leaned down to meet your pussy.

Instinctively, you snapped your legs shut, hands flying to your face.

"I-I'm sorry!" You sobbed, briskly shaking your head. "I'm sorry, so sorry! I...I can't, Steven..."

You expected him to be furious, and honestly you'd understand if he was. What you didn't expect, however, was him gently removing your hands and tenderly kissing away your tears.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, love." He assured, his hands massaging soothing circles on yours. "What's the matter? You don't want to continue?"

"I-I do, it's just..." You sniffled, blinking away tears and meeting his concerned gaze. "I'm...I'm embarrassed, Steven. It's just... Y-You know it's my first time, and you're doing amazing, it's just...I'm scared I'm not. I...have no idea what the fuck to do, and I'm not even pretty."

"That's not true." His voice was firm, jaw ticking resolutely. His brows furrowed, expression the most serious you've ever seen it. "You're bloody gorgeous, Y/N. I'm the git who doesn't know what the hell you see in me. And don't fret about being inexperienced, love. I'm so happy that you wanna be with me, and if you'd allow me, I wanna spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You stayed silent, then your lips curved up into a dazzling smile that had Steven utterly weak in the knees. What the hell were you so anxious about, anyway? This was Steven Grant, the man of your wildest dreams. The man you loved.

"I love you, Steven."

Steven froze, tears prickling his eyes. Something between a sob and a chuckle escaped him, positively beaming down at you.

"I love you, too, Y/N."

He then parted your legs, hands quivering slightly. "I love you..." He crouched down, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. "...so fucking much." His tongue darted out, licking the beautiful stretch marks that lined the supple skin of your thighs.

His tongue slowly wandered up, up, up, and you were scarcely breathing once his face was in front of your cunt. His hot breath fanned against your clit; dark, nearly black eyes fixed on yours.

"Quand je vivais tendre et craintive amante..." He recited in French, smiling up at you. "...avec ses feux je peignais ses douleurs."

When I was a tender and fearful lover, with her fires I painted her pains.

You had noticed earlier the French poetry books stacked on Steven's desk, but goddammit you didn't expect he would quote one while he was right in front of your pussy.

You were sure this absolutely sexy menace of a man was trying to murder you.

His thumb then brushed against your clit, making you gasp. He grinned widely, pushing down on your nub as you whimpered and squirmed helplessly.

"Baby..." You begged, tears pouring down your pretty pink cheeks, and there must be something severely wrong with Steven to find it so enticing. "Pretty please... Fuck me with your mouth."

And how could he ever say no to that? He was merely a loyal, desperate slave for his goddess' wishes. For her love.

And so, like a parched man in the desert, he buried his face in your sopping pussy. You yelped, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden--but very much not unwelcomed--intrusion into your deepest, most intimate part.

Steven's groan of appreciation vibrated within your gummy walls, inching ever so deeper, feeling his nose hit a bundle of nerves. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe along your mound and up to your clit. You cried out, a broken, pornographic song that echoed throughout Steven's entire flat.

"Gods..." His voice was low, trembling; one hand yet again wrapping around his aching cock, the flimsy fabric of your panties hugging the tip. "You've no idea how much I dreamt of this, Y/N. Waited for this." His other hand settled on your pussy, deft fingers running along your drenched folds. "Such a good girl, tastes so fucking good."

He puckered his lips, kissing your pussy. And the sounds that accompanied were downright filthy, Steven moaning shamelessly, loud squelches and the heady smell of your sex filling the air.

Slowly, carefully, he thrusted a finger inside of you. You keened, your thighs squishing Steven's head and your hands gripping onto his hair. He then added another finger, scissoring his digits and you knew right then and there that you were losing what's barely left of your fucking mind.

You grinded against him, and he bobbed his head zealously in perfect tandem with you. His tongue lapped up and down, up and down, before suddenly driving it inside your hole.

He was rubbing his cock vigorously, watching you, burning this marvelous moment for all eternity into his memories. And as soon as a third finger slipped in, you were fucking gone.

You screamed, finally reaching that peak and falling over it, seeing stars. You gushed around his mouth, and Steven noisily slurped it all up, not daring to leave behind a single drop.

He soon followed, grunting animalistically as his cum sprayed all over your panties. He collapsed against your pussy, in between the heavenly plushness of your thighs, panting raggedly.

Neither of you knew how long you both stayed like that, coming down from your high, until you sliced through the serene silence.

"Wow... Just...wow."

Steven chuckled breathlessly, looking up at you with your wetness glistening on his lips and chin. "Wow, indeed." He then leaned forward, and you gasped as his lips suckled on the skin right next to your clit, claiming you with a dark purple mark.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, Steven Grant." You groaned playfully, pulling on his hair.

He grinned, crawling over your body before moulding your lips together in a passionate liplock. His tongue entwined with yours and you could taste yourself, your brain short circuiting.

He slowly drew away, gently knocking his forehead against yours as his grin grew impossibly bigger.

"I'll make love to you at the Field of Reeds, then."

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oh-saints · 1 year

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PLEASEE PLease PLEASE more ruben fics i need more so im just gonna leave a request where — ruben and a shy reader?? like she doesnt really opens up to anyone unless they're close🙏

what the hell, anon??? do we share the same brain bcs i literally just thought of it when my bf was watching harold and kumar (i know, incomprehensive taste) beside me and there's an elevator scene that inspires me to go about my favourite this trope!!!

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you really shouldn't judge the book by its cover, rúben learnt from her, and should instead try to open the first page. for you never know what the next page might bring.

rúben dias x neighbor!reader

word count: 2.9k

tw: speech impairment

note: hi, i'm back! beside the harold & kumar's elevator scene, this is also mildly inspired by blackpink's hard to love and katy perry's unconditional teheee but this time, i happen to write during work so ofc this is not beta-read.

today had been one hell of a day for rúben dias. nothing worked in his favour; his SUV broke down before he departed for training, resulting him arriving late and therefore scolded by pep. his team lost in the mini match, he had to stay late for the rehab because his physio-in-charge had a stomach bug.

he sighed, and anyone within distance would’ve recognised the heavy weight on the breath he let out.

he just wanted to lay down as soon as possible, to be honest. he didn’t even think of dining anymore, and that was saying something because he was known—and he stood by his principle—for being a straight-A athlete. he lives and breathes football and he intends to stick by his commitment as long as life allows him to.

just before the elevator doors closed, a hand dived in between the doors’ gap. precise movement, as fast as a ninja cut, but halting his final destination, nonetheless. why couldn’t whoever-it-was catch the next train?

but as the door opened once more, a woman walked in, heads down. ah, there she is, rúben only realised the current time had reached 7 p.m. because this particular, intriguing woman would always come up at this hour without a miss. and she’d always have her head down, not glancing anyone else in the elevator, let alone the usual neighbour greetings.

he wasn’t supposed to notice her; she looked like she’d rather blend herself to the wall. but he did. her paleness contrasted the bright modern layout of the posh apartment’s elevator, along with the lives the capsule brought up and down.

the footballer pressed for her floor before she could reach the button, as usual.

she’d look up to him in wonder—with her set of the clearest eyes rúben had ever seen yet he never knew what lied beneath the surface, and only the depths of the mediterranian sea reminded him of it—as he did so, as usual.

“12, right?”

she gave a tight smile that rúben somehow understood as her silent thank you and a nod, before going as far away as sparing the 3-feet distance between them. as usual.

sometimes he wondered why she cut off their interaction as cold as the iceberg ended the lives onboard on titanic. was she nervous? was it that hard for her to answer him? was he that hard to approach?

was she a criminal of some sort that was busy hiding in order for the police to not catch her?

he’d watched in one of those real-life cold-cases documentaries he loves to use as a lullaby that coldness, aloofness, detachment or anything in line could be an indicator. whether they felt guilty after committing their crime, whether they wanted to hide away their worldly sins, whether they’re pure psychotic that they’d do a random killing spree one night for fun.

rúben badly wanted to convince himself that she wasn’t of his last depiction but he remembered what happened to ted bundy’s victim—may they rest in peace. he’d have to search for a good opportunity after calling a private investigator or something.

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another evening, another elevator ride with the same neighbour of his.

another day of him pressing for her floor, another day of her giving him a curt nod before backing herself up against the corner.

it was supposed to be another day for them, and rúben was more than ready to hit the sack. but life truly had its way for a plot twist even a blockbuster movie didn’t see coming.

being a footballer that had to stay alert of possibly everything, rúben opened his eyes as he heard a heavy intake of breath from somewhere on his right. a sound he never heard of, a sound he was most certainly had to have a double take to make sure his hearing wasn’t damaged.

he watched as she opened her mouth for a second before closing them again, certainly wanting to say something. then she took a moment of silent, possibly to rearrange what she was about to say. once she was done—or what he though was done, anyway—her mouth started to form a small O before slamming shut after five seconds. her head was shaking following another cancelled thought, and rúben swore he could practically feel the frustration she was exuding.

it reminded him of his old self, before the whole PR team back in benefica took over the wheel and taught him what and how to say things. so instead of being annoyed at her, rúben gave her space and time until she was ready. thank god he was towering the woman, who wasn’t small in general but still small compared to him, so she couldn’t see his repressed smile because weirdly enough, he found her endearing instead of infuriating like anyone else he was frustrated with.

“c-c-c-can you help me w-w-w-with something?”

the words slurred out of her voice box before her eyes could find the man that was all familiar to her but a stranger altogether. when she realised he’d been staring at her—at her disorganised self, that was pretty obvious—her head snapped back lightly in mild surprise. who wasn’t, when a beautiful man of that calibre had been staring at you?

but it actually wasn’t why rúben couldn’t keep his eyes off her. stunned would also be an understatement to describe what was happening underneath his skin.

yes, he was astounded by the fact that the neighbour that had been spiking his interest was finally talking to him. no more reserved, small smile she used to throw at him every other chance they’d been interacting. and she was finally looking up at him instead of darting her attention elsewhere whenever they shared the small confinement of an elevator.

but he was more surprised at the fact that he recognised she wasn’t simply nervous around him. he’d been around too many people to be able to spot on nerves shooting up one’s legs. what he sensed around her was a completely different, entirely new altogether.

and above all, the question that remained hanging on top of his head was; why now?

why did it take her a long while to finally muster up all the courage to spare him a glance, moreover to strike up a conversation first?

rúben couldn’t help his initial reaction of raising his brows, as if he was sceptical to the reality he was undergoing, instead of replying back. his response was met with her flashing what he recognised as regret before she looked away and shut her mouth again. and he knew he fucked up; she’d thought he was challenging her, speak one more time and you’re dead.

it wasn’t what he intended to come of as. he was simply tired of constantly fighting for his place at training, and the shock in his system hadn’t washed off since she’d dared herself to indulge him in the luxury of a conversation.

“yes, i’d like to help,” rúben spoke up before any misunderstanding took place between them, eyes were still zeroed on the woman. only then he took on her overall appearance, for they’d never been this close, and by god was she beautiful. “what do you need my help for?”

the woman looked up again to him, hopeful this time and no longer distressed, before biting her lips in a little bit of hesitance. not because of nervousness, he realised, but it was simply because she didn’t know where to start again.

and again, rúben waited for her patiently. hell, he’d waited on her far too long—even for something as simple as this—so he could certainly wait for some more.

he watched her as she opened and closed her mouth several times again—this time rúben was positive she was trying to rearrange whatever it was she wanted to say to him—before casting another glance up to him. and this time, nervousness was palpable in her face. weariness, too, and rúben couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sight.

(although he tried to hypnosis himself that he smiled to ease off her jitters.)

this seemed to relax the tensed shoulders of hers. “i-i-i-i need help t-t-t-to change my lamp.”

bingo.

every of his remaining suspicion was now struck down, only leaving him with the answers to all of his silent question.

he’d guess on she wasn’t mute. if she was, she’d have to suffer from deafness, too, or at least hearing impairment, and she wouldn’t be able to interact with people without her hearing aid. of which, was non-existent as far as rúben’s peripheral vision might go.

he’d guess on she was a selective mute, this much was also spot on. what his shot strayed on was how she chose to be mum not because she’d killed someone, but because she was unable to.

all the sudden, rúben got reminded of one particular kid he’d gotten fortunate enough to meet during city’s annual christmas hospital visit. it was like yesterday when the kid said thank you endlessly that day before the day ended, for listening attentively without rushing the kid to speak clearly and fluently. at first rúben was surprised how that was enough of a reason for the abundance of gratitude thrown at him, but later he realised that everyone else had reached their boiling point while waiting for the kid to finish his broken sentences.

only then did he realise his mysterious neighbour was only doing whatever best under her limited condition to survive without hindering anyone else’s life.

she must’ve practiced silence for such a long time now, and for reasons such as survival mode in this cruel world where her condition is deemed a shame. where people would rather not hear her kind to speak because they were slow at it, and would rather belittle something she surely didn’t ask for when she was born.

how wrong of him to assume she was a criminal on a runaway.

“sure, have you bought the light bulb already?”

she nodded, lips still pursed tightly, before rolling her eyeballs up towards the ceiling. upstairs, he’d gathered.

“excellent,” this time, admiration and respect was the reason behind his enormous smile. “lead the way.”

he really should stop watching too many crime documentaries on netflix.

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as soon as she was done showing her neighbour his temporary place of work, she dashed for the fridge. she was perched, for lack of words, because it’d been a long while since the last time she had to wreck her brain for a simple, humane interaction.

ironic because it was imprinted in every human’s brain that they are a social figure, thus needing to interact with other people. ironic because her line of work required her to interact with people on a daily basis, even though she was hidden behind the magic screen of a computer.

she hadn’t realised up until now how much grateful she was to the silver screen, for she didn’t have to disclose the one thing she detested about herself. for it hid her from the harsh reality she was bound to have due to her condition. for it saved her from the judgemental looks people would throw at her.

she was sure she was content with her life, bar the defect in her DNA, so why did she decide, of all day today, that she needed his help for such a simple task?

right, because she didn’t have a ladder and forgot to buy one on her way back home.

but she could’ve gone back outside to the store on the corner of the street instead of asking the one neighbour she had always seen after a long day of working. she could’ve asked anyone else but him. the security guard, the firefighter—anyone else that was in the line of work to help people, not him.

especially not him, when it meant she would bare herself open to someone she barely knew outside the fact that he was tall and smelled so damn fresh like he just washed himself after a long day of swimming in the sea water. especially not him, when it meant her old disease of stuttering would come back haunting her every time she was nervous.

and god, was she nervous. how could she not when he looked like the closest thing to adonis if such figure descended mount olympus?

but still, despite all, why did she still choose to uncover the grounds she was content on burying herself with?

was it his eyes? was it because she grew accustomed to his silent presence in the elevator? was it because she recognised no hint of judgement exuding from him when she let out the secret she least loved to reveal?

“it’s done,” the man was seriously done with work, by the way he was back donning his brick red coats. a lovely colour to his skin, she realised. another point plus, she also noted, for a man to know well how to dress. “is there anything else you need help with?”

her apartment was fairly large, especially when she only lived here on her own, but with him in the room, it felt small all the sudden. but not the suffocating kind of small, just that the space turned to be full with his presence. but instead of feeling intimidated, she felt welcomed.

weird because this was her house, her abode, her home. yet she was the one who felt welcomed instead of the other way around.

“um—n-n-no. i’m sorry again if i disturb your time, being busy and all,” it surprised her that it only took a grand total of 30 minutes of interaction for her—physically and mentally, she noted—to feel ease around him, which was apparent by the lack of stutters and was now replaced by the signature ummm everyone likes to have at the beginning of her sentences. “but i was hoping if i—um—can repay you after doing me a favour?”

“you really don’t need—”

the man shook his head as he shifted his weight to his other leg. the movement felt so natural, like he belonged here, and it dizzied her head because this was starting to feel unrealistic. there was no way she could warm up so easily to a good-looking guy that dressed well and smelled excellent and acted like those boyfriends you only see on novel books.

and for the love of god, did she love the smell lingering in the air from his perfume. it was intoxicating, as if he himself in flesh and blood didn’t stir headaches for anyone with vagina walking down the street. yet she craved for more, making her not wanting him to leave the perimeter of her house. like he’d permeated the space and marked it no longer hers.

funny how the concept of being close had a different meaning now to her, literally and figuratively. she really shouldn’t have opened the door to her home.

it honestly caught her off guard when he showed his initial reaction. she’d mastered the art of being rejected by people who i) think she’s a freak, ii) think she’s useless, iii) think she’s a hassle, iv) think she’s frustrating as she can’t get words straight to the point, and/or v) all of the above. the better part of her condition was also double-edged sword; when people think of her as a charity case, for it was only then when people understood her limitation.

being unfazed with her disability—there, that’s the word—was definitely something rare in her world.

must be the eyes, she convinced herself, because she knew deep down it didn’t take einstein to deduct the real reason behind her unpredictable habit of opening up to this man—whose name she still hadn’t figured out—was her very last justification.

after days of observation, she somehow managed to conclude he wasn’t the type to blabber his mouth somewhere else about the embarrassing neighbour that sounded ridiculous whenever she spoke. he was the type to keep everything to himself, unless he was allowed to or unless the government made him to. for that alone, it was enough of a reason for her to come out of the shell she’d been hiding under, no matter how insane it sounded because they didn’t know each other’s name.

for she knew she could be herself and he wouldn’t mind at all.

“p-p-please,” another breather because goddamn, this is a lot to take in. “i—um—i insist.”

“okay, if you say so,” his head tipped lightly at her admission, lips slowly tugging a smirk out of its hiding place. satisfaction plastered on his face and she swore she could’ve been melting on the floor if she wasn’t holding the edge of the kitchen counter. and still, strangely enough, she wouldn’t mind him seeing her turning into a puddle. “i’m allowed to take you out for a dinner then.”

of all things he could say to reply her goodwill request, a dinner wasn’t in the list of her prediction.

“w-w-why?”

it didn’t take a genius to know it was the multi-million loaded question; why me?

and this was precisely why rúben asked her out in the first place because in rúben’s defence, why not?

why not her? was there anything wrong with her?

did she believe something’s wrong with her when he found her perfectly interesting?

“because i like you and i’d like to know you better,” her eyes shot up so fast at his admission, indescribable disbelief glazed over the set of orbs rúben for sure would like to stare all night long if he had the chance. “if you’ll let me, that is, of course.”

who was she to deny when he asked to come in to her home so nicely like that?

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littledollll · 1 year

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More stalking cause I’m quite an emotional wreck today so me and emery are re reading your fics

Another prompt~ r having anxiety and needing luci to come make them feel better. (Self indulgent fic I’m really struggling today )~ very tired shy anon🕊️

#shy anon

Where’s my angel?

(Little angel universe, side fic)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

A/n: ya boy has a 3 hour car ride back home and I fell asleep 4 times writing this, If you see random spams of “jjjjjjjjjj” it’ll be gone tomorrow I’m taking a nap now.

To answer your question: I was in a server where the term “little one” was sooo overused and it tired me out when it was used on me so I figured it maybe did the same to other tinys (I was right) + It was just a special term for me and my tiny ones so it was a little different form the usual and “exclusive” to us:)

I can’t think of any warnings but then again I can’t rly think of anything right now so scream at me in the comments if I should add any.

Requested prompts: selective mute, anxiety and emery

Officially taking duty as hells messenger was your choice, you just wanted to feel useful though Lucifer reminded you time and time again that just your company and love was more than enough, even mazikeen agreed claiming that since you came around everything’s been a lot smoother, happy Lucifer means an (ironically) happy hell. Yet you wanted to do more than just- exist.

So when you insisted to take some role to help around Lucifer assigned you as a messenger, really all you had to do was (as the name suggests) bring and deliver messages across realms, it wasn’t that difficult most of the time. But then came days like this. You woke up small, you didn’t really know why but admittedly you didn’t always need a reason. The problem wasn’t that you slipped, it was the time you did.

You panicked, you had work to do but you couldn’t leave like this.

The more you submerged yourself in your panicked thoughts the less you could actually think, you were already small and your anxiety was making you slip further. You couldn’t even panic anymore, everything just left you. That tingling feeling that ran through your spine making you shrink from inside out. It was enough of an indication that there was no chance you’d slip out, and when you noticed you were alone you felt like crying, you cuddled up to Emery and October, October being the new addition to your piles of stuffies, a gift from Lucifer.

Nuzzling your face into the soft fur, you considered running around the kingdom until you found your Luci, but your anxiety was stronger, convincing you you’ve already used up enough of their time, they have a whole realm to run, you could handle one day alone like you had before. You hid under your mountains of blankets with embery and October, curling up and opting to just sleep the time away.

Lucifer of course noticed your absence, you’d usually be excited to get up and start working, they found your search for a mission unnecessary, but it made you happy, how could they take that away? They went to your little room, guessing that if you wished to be alone you’d be there, yet you weren’t, they made their way to your shared room. “Am I crazy or did the amount of blankets here double?” They asked into the air when they spotted your silhouette under the blankets.

You giggled thinking you were so sneaky and they obviously couldn’t hear you. “Greetings mr. silhouette, im looking for a little angel, very very tiny, I swore I heard an adorable giggle around this area, have you seen them?” They waited a beat and you held your breath so they wouldn’t spot you. “Huh, I guess mr silhouette doesn’t speak. Hmmm. Let’s see.. I checked under the bed, in the closet and behind the furniture, where could my little dove possibly be!” You giggled again, putting your finger over your mouth and very (not) discreetly said “shhhh” to both October and Emery.

“There it is again! I know it’s you tiny, and I’ll find you! If you don’t show yourself this instant I will tickle you for all eternity when I do!” You gasped. Quickly scrambling to pull the mess of blankets and peeking your eyes out while you held the covers over the rest of your face. “No way you’ve been there this whole time” you quickly nodded. “Lies! No way, I don’t believe it.” You pulled Your stuffies up from under the blanket as proof.

They glared at your stuffies and looked back at you. “They are such traitors” you shook your head pointing at them. “Oh only to me? I see how it is.” They moved over to the bed pulling the three of you into their arms. Immediately you relaxed into their hold. “What happened today, little dove? You didn’t tell me you slipped.” “didn wan bother..” Lucifer placed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You could never. You know how much I love you and your company , tiny one.”

#cg! sandman lucifer #sandman agere #shy anon love page #🕊️ anon #gwendoline christie #the sandman #lucifer sandman #sandman lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar the sandman #Little angel (Lucifer x little!reader)

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ae-to-the-snow · 9 months

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Yay! Okay then, if you feel ready/comfortable with it, please write some headcanons about Lumen and Thorns suffering from Hanahaki disease because of a gender neutral reader! With a happy ending if possible~

I hope that’s not too much to ask…

🐬anon!

Wahhh thanks to 🦁 anon I have not been the same oh my god... Writing this asap as I'm done with like one other req. Also this turned into it's own damn fic rather than a HC bruh

2nd part with Lumen! (Coming soon)

Red Anemones • Thorns with Hanahaki disease

Cw. Thorns x GN reader (separate), Thorns ANGST

Tw. Angst, Hanahaki disease, pining, angst with happy ending

Angst under the cut!!

Thorns...

Thorns never viewed himself as someone who could possibly entertain the idea of love. Hell he might not even think about it at all, only thinking that he'd never be in that place where lovers dance and hold hands. That place is meant for many, but not for him. Not when he's had blood on his hands, not when he will continue to stain himself, even if he didn't feel guilty about it.

But how is it that when he's with you, his cold and empty lab gets just a little bit warmer?

How is it that when he sees a sunset, he thinks of sharing the moment with you?

Why is it that he finds himself noticing, and feeling just a little bit empty, when you're not with him?

He's always felt a little bit empty. This can't be real.

One day when you're in his lab, excited to try out his new creation, it's there when he catches himself smiling, that he suddenly stopped and wondered what he was doing.

You were too occupied with the test vials to notice, the wide eyed look on his face and the way he covered his mouth, almost afraid, nervous, and shy.

He avoided you for a bit after that, unsure of what to do. He's always been the kind of guy to face his problems head on. But not this time. Not now. Now that it's you.

He finds himself spiraling in denial, not that he realizes it. Or does he just not accept it?

You confront him about why he ignored you a few weeks later, and he was upset. Hurt. Disappointed. In himself, that he hurt you, that he made you feel alone.

He apologizes, repeatedly. Whether you forgive him or not, you've never seen him like this. He was scared. Somehow. Composed but afraid, like he was calmly navigating through a field of landmines. His face is calm, but his voice wavers, and his legs were shaking.

However you react, when you finally leave, he has a moment to calm down and contemplate what happened. How could he ever feel this much pain and fear? It's not like you're scary. Hell, he enjoys being with you. You make him so happy, so safe and secure. What the hell is scaring him??

That's when he finds himself coughing up something red.

He didn't think anything could have been scarier to cough out of your throat other than blood.

But it terrified him even more to find a petal.

Few days passed, he's calmed down. He knows this disease. He knows this. He knows the cure. He knows why he's afflicted with this disease. He knows. But his thoughts are messed up. He's thinking out of order. He's getting anxious.

He just doesn't accept it.

How could he ever be capable of love? How? And how could it be you?

The way you smile, it's imprinted in his brain. Your voice is music on its own, one that he'd dance to. And your heart... Just can't possibly be tainted by his.

That's why. He can't possibly be in love. Not with you. He doesn't deserve you. Not him. You don't need him. He should've stayed a spectator in your life. He shouldn't have gotten close.

Now it's hurting him. But he doesn't care about that. Because now that it hurt him, he either has to die, or hurt you in trying to live with it.

He tries so hard, desperately, to possibly create a cure for it. He's a genius pharmacologist. If it's any time he needs to shine, it's now.

But the only way to cure a disease is to get rid of the cause. And as much as he could get it removed...

He doesn't want to.

He's so scared. So scared of loving you. But he wants to. You're the closest thing he has to comfort, a constant in his life. The closest thing he has to being anything resembling a sunrise even in the bleak darkness he's known.

He wants to witness every moment you smile. He wants you to be there in his lab when he works on an experiment. He wants you to be there when he comes back from an operation.

He doesn't want to remove it and lose his love for you. He doesn't want to look at you, and see nothing. That scares him more than dying like this.

Several weeks pass, and he hasn't gotten to the stage of coughing full flowers yet, but he is coughing multiple times a day. Ignoring and avoiding you became routine, and he starts to isolate himself more. He can't let anyone see this predicament that he can't understand himself.

But he can't fully avoid you, oddly enough no matter how big this landship is. Maybe he finds himself attracted to being with you regardless, always wanting to find you regardless. Cuz even if you're the reason why he's in pain at the moment, he seeks comfort in you, in just your presence.

He's learned to adapt to it a bit, even if it's painful. Knowing conveniently where the nearest bathrooms are in case he needs to let it out very quick, knowing where to hide if now is not a good moment cuz he's in pain. And even if everyone at Rhodes could know of his ailment, he'd do anything to keep you from knowing.

The only person that knows is Kal'Tsit, who did offer to remove it. But Thorns already knew it was a cure. And he has considered it. Upon hearing the offer, he didn't take a second to refuse it. Kal'Tsit didn't even ask why he refused. But she is surprised, to see even the great operator Thorns act this way.

To rather die than live without his feelings for you. Most would assume he'd choose to live. Even Thorns himself thought he would. It baffles himself more.

Knock, knock

Thorns doesn't even have to look to know who it was. You're the only person who could walk up to his lab casually. The bags under his eyes and his hair was so messy due to the stress he's facing lately. But thank goodness he's always like this, you likely will never notice.

"Come in, (reader)." He said without even looking up from his desk, focused on the reports he was writing.

"Thorns, what kind of experiment are you doing?" You asked, he just flicks his hand to tell you to come over, a gesture you're familiar with, since he's just telling you to come over and see for yourself.

It didn't really surprise you to see, it was another formula for painkillers. He's been working on these a lot lately, but every time you see it, the dosage and effectiveness becomes more intense and extreme.

Thorns doesn't say a word about it, acting like he's so used to it by now. The last time he made it, you asked, and he said it was a request from the Medical Department. But you know those painkillers aren't for oripathy, and what kind of pain would be so intense to need this amount of effectiveness?

You've never seen anyone use them, and you don't recall the Medical Department distributing these kinds of painkillers.

Wonder what he's even making them for, if his claim of it being for Rhodes Island was a lie.

"But I don't think the Medical Department needs a painkiller this effective..." You hum, and for a moment, Thorns gets anxious and wide eyed again.

"... It's for special care patients." He lied through his teeth.

And you knew. Something was wrong with him when he frequently avoided you on purpose. Not enough to ignore you, but enough to alert you of a change. Thorns wasn't the kind of guy who lies without good reason, but what could be a good reason to keep you from him, when he said that you matter most to him on this landship?

"...I know you're lying." You decide to confront him.

The way he shuddered is unmistakable. You're not mad. He knows you're not. He trusts you like that.

So why is he scared?

"Thorns... Is something wrong? I know there is something going on..." You hush, coming closer to him, and to your surprise he pushes his chest against the table very hard, as if he's choking. You swore you heard a ribcage break.

You screamed his name in worry at his sudden action and try to help, but he pushes you away with a shaking hand over his mouth.

The only thought in his mind at the moment was "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Please don't hate—" even through the painful coughing, he feels an entire flower stuck in his throat, his main concern was still, that he's gonna hurt you. And by seeing him like this, he's gonna hurt you more.

His mind is running. All thoughts occured except for the fact that his throat is immensely painful. This was supposed to be a secret... He hoped he'd be saved from his misery in some operation where he'd get cornered or something.

He prayed he'd be shot with an arrow or something. That one day his medicine can't save him, do he'd die without you finding out of his disease, cuz he knows you'd blame yourself. That's just the kind of person you are. The same selflessness that he has for just one person, just like him.

"AHHK—!"

Even the sound of his cough felt like doom. All you could do was watch for the first few seconds, confused. Yet something broke you out of it.

He doesn't care about the pain, not with that look in his eyes. He was just pleading for you to not worry, that he's alright, that you shouldn't worry.

"Please, AAHG—! I'll be oka— COUGH!!" His touch was no longer firm as he clawed at your clothes and got up despite his pain, looking at you in the eyes, to plead with you, to please, please don't ever worry about him. Don't be in pain, don't hurt, please don't suffer. Not because of him. He doesn't want to be the reason, you keep a fearful look on your face.

Seeing it made you more fearful broke him, when he realized he was only making you more afraid... He tries to stabilize himself, and hold your shoulders reassuringly.

He smiled, oddly anough. Through the flower that you can see clearly bloom in the back of his throat. It was terrifying. But he smiled, precisely so that he doesn't scare you.

"I'll be okay." He said with a smile, the kindest one ever. His eyes were glossy from the pain, and his throat could give out any moment, but did he care? All he wants to say is,

"Don't be afraid."

...who cares about the pain. Who cares about the tugging in your chest, knowing you're seeing someone you treasure so much smile at you so reassuringly and gently, to not hurt you even if he's in the most excruciating pain anyone can experience...

A single red petal falls out of his mouth, landing on your hand as he held you close.

Seeing you quiet and calmed down a bit, he falls to his knees, grabbing your hand for support, the petal caught between your touch.

He goes back to his coughing fit, truly in pain now, able to focus on it, now that he's confident, he's sure, that he made you sure.

His skin gets colder, and you snapped out of your trance to immediately call the medics with an emergency button on your person. You tell Thorns to hang on and stay with you, while you hold him and try to carry him to the medical room.

He coughs out a single flower, a big red flower with black in the middle. He can't recall the name at the moment. But it fell to the floor, probably will be cleaned up and thrown away soon.

Maybe it's just like him, if not, then it'll be his love for you.

His vision is blurred, it's fading, not that he really thinks about making through it. Even your voice is fading, and he slowly hears your screams fade.

Well

He's at least glad that you're the last thing he held so closely...

His eyes close, as the medical team arrives.

"What a painfully bright light." was all he thought when he opened his eyes.

A familiar ceiling... The kind you see in medical establishments.

He got up. No one else in the room. Why was he here? Unsure. A medical room. That much is to be expected. The feeling of a needle stuck in his arm... Something happened, huh. He tries moving, but feels a sharp pain in his chest. Pulling the medical robe, he sees his chest wrapped in bandages from front to back.

...it oddly feels empty there... Odd. Very odd.

He can't feel a thing in his throat. Not a thing.

He tries to speak.

Nothing comes out.

CLANG!

A person opened the curtain... He turned to them.

"You..." He tries to recall to his best ability.

"Oh. (Reader)."

Nothing could have prepared him for how you immediately dropped to your knees and cried, not caring how it may have hurt your legs.

He wonders why, you're this way. He tries to ask, but his voice doesn't come out.

Suddenly seeing you cry, he remembers, all the things that happened.

He shouldn't be alive. Unless...

He's realized that he's looking at you, and seeing, feeling, the same emptiness in his chest. This was... What he feared.

His mouth opens, and he tries to scream, but nothing comes out. He doesn't feel that sharp pain of the flower and it's roots in his chest anymore.

This just can't be.

No No

No No No

No Can't be It can't be No

Please No tell me it isn't true

No No No, please. N

o Absolutely not. No No No

Please don't be true No

No No No No No No

No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No...!No No No No No No No No No No No NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO—

His hands flail out, held by the medical equipment tied into him. He needs to hold you, right now. And while he tries to escape the tubes and the uncomfortable bed, you rush in and hugged him, to his shock.

The tears coldly stain his shoulder through the medical robe. He wonders why you're crying, when he shouldn't. He knows why you're crying.

Is his love for you gone?

His mind tells him, that the only reason he's questioning it is because he's in denial out of fear of losing his feelings for you.

...

Yet you feel so warm...

He softly strokes your back, confused and taken aback by his feelings and confusion.

...your hair still feels nice to touch.

Your arms wrap around him so gently.

Yet you cry so hard, unleashing your pain onto him.

Yet you don't hurt him.

And it doesn't hurt him.

With all the evidence given... It's clear. The roots and the flowers of his one sided love is gone. His feelings... They should be gone. He shouldn't love you by now.

And yet the cold hospital room seems a lot more warner with you around. When his hand touches you, he doesn't feel it being lifeless. His hand is stroking you so gently.

You're in pain

Yet he feels loved.

...was the question ever meant to be, if he still loves you?

...or should it be, does he love you now?

Then the answer would be yes.

"...You must've been worried sick..."

"I wonder if you knew why, I felt like this. They probably told you. They probably told you why I coughed flowers whenever I'm around you."

"Yet all you care about, is that I'm okay."

"..."

He thought all of it to himself, but he desperately tries to tell you, every single thing on his mind. He doesn't even care about the disease, or the pain anymore, or the confusion that he still loves you, even after the removal of the very thing that was going to consume his heart.

After a while of staying like that, the medical staff enter the room to check on him. They determined that everything was alright, and that he'll heal normally if he stays here for a little bit longer.

As for his voice, it'll return soon enough after his throat heals from the damage.

The next day when you wake up Thorns to feed him breakfast, you see he was already up. On his notebook, he writes that he couldn't sleep cuz he was thinking of some things.

You chuckle, and tell him to get proper rest after this. Though it was normal he should be a little anxious, after what happened.

You recount the events of what happened to him. And he notices how you omitted the details that his pain was because of his love, and you didn't seem to know who it was for.

...seems Kal'Tsit kept her mouth shut on that one. Seems like something she would do.

He listens to you intently. Even if he doesn't nod or anything, the way his gaze remains glued to you tells him that he listens. The room is lively, warm and comforting, with just the two of you. Even if you're the only one talking, you're not alone at all.

He smiles slightly, staring at you in the light of his room.

"...after this. I need to explain everything." He thinks as he feels his swollen throat.

"After I heal. I'll definitely tell them everything."

It can't be a coincidence, that his love doesn't feel painful anymore now that you're here for him, loving him even if you're pained. You're loving him to heal that pain.

It can't be a mistake, not in his book.

"When my voice returns, the first thing I say to you will be: I love you."

End

This fic gave me brain damage/j

CREATIVE NOTES:

Explanation for some parts and the writing style I used:

Some text is coloured, to indicate Thorns' feelings toward you in that very sentence or action. Red is anxious, orange is alerted, and pink is sincerity.

I've been experimenting in this chapter to give you not just a verbal/literary emotionally experience, but also visually.

The long space and blank spaces in between the two parts where he passes out and wakes up in the medical room is purposely placed to keep you on your toes and anxious, anticipating if the fic ends there before you scroll and see the next paragraph making you jump. It worked on me idk if it worked on you. And I'm the writer dhsjdjjs

Lastly for the wall of text in colour when Thorns wakes up in the medical room, where it repeatedly pleaded "No"s. I made that on purpose with inspiration from the manga "The Summer Hikaru Died", where the illustrator uses a unique visual to indicate the character's feelings. I tried doing the same here, to really highlight his overthinking, anxiety and how crowded his mind is, unable to think clearly. Even you didn't read all the text likely, all you know is that he's desperate, just from the visuals.

Anyways ty for reading! I had fun writing this cuz it was really outside of my comfort zone. Lumen is next and I'll link the post to this one. I hope you liked it, and please give me feedback on the writing style if you have anything to say about it!

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adelha-mathilde · 3 months

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Adelha X Mammon (Obey Me!) NSFW fic

summary: Mammon makes a move on the dragon lady. Which turns into him giving more than just his heart

characters: Adelha (main OC of this rp blog), Mammon

content: NSFW meant for mature readers only, romance, intimacy

Mammon had planned everything out in detail for months. Choosing the few gifts he had brought with him to Adelha's Apothecary Shop with every consideration. His ringing of the doorbell leaving him quite nervous. So when Adelha opened the door, Mammon had become a rather flustered mess. His blush deepening as he mumbled a hello to lift up the gift basket full of Hell Jasmines. Which had Adelha gasp in surprise to then lean forwards and wrap Mammon in a hug. Which left Mammon as red as the roses sheen.

Soon enough, the two were sitting in Adelha's greenhouse to transplant her gift in pots to grow them and ensure they stayed fresh. Mammon feeling the effects of the magic flowers to be openly moving with care. But he soon had to stop and just sweep Adelha into his embrace. His heart pounding so hard it was hurting his chest. "Delly... I can't hold back... Not anymore... I'm in love with you!"

Adelha gave a squeak as Mammon openly cradled her face in both his hands. A few tears leaking from his eyes as he panted for air. "I've spent the few years you've lived here getting more and more drawn to you! It's been driving me crazy! I can't stop thinking about you! I dream of you every time I fall asleep! Here I used to want so many things! But now... Now all I want is for you to be mine! I'd give up everything else except my family if it means you marry me!"

The two stared into each other as the moment lengthens. Mammon heaving for air as his heart gives more tumbled bashes against his frame. So Adelha gave this lovestruck demon a gentle kiss in answer. Her whole body flushing in the span of just a few of Mammon's heartbeats before she answers his pleas. "Then it would seem we are of the same mind and heart, Mammon. But I waited for you to figure this out and decide to commit to this shared path. So then." Adelha reached into her dress pocket to remove a special ring. It's braided band made from molten yellow topaz, molten yellow sapphire, and a while gold to look freshly polished. A dragon adorning the braid for Adelha to slip the ring onto Mammon's finger and speak sacred words. "In accordance with the traditions of the Fae and the dragon clan of the Mathilde bloodline, I marry you and take you as my beloved mate. Mammon. You are now one with me and become my husband in the Currier clan. A permanent piece of my being."

Mammon goes as deep red as a tomato to just have his jaw drop open. Looking both elated and stunned. "So we're already married?! Just like that?! You- I- We're married now?!" Adelha nodded to then purr at him. "Why go through all that extra ceremony when we've decided and committed in heart? My family and many of the Fae just tend to take their mate in this manner and skip such things as weddings and ceremonies. But we may have a formal wedding if you want. But this also means..." Adelha turns her gaze to get very shy. "We're also now on honeymoon... So Mammon... My body is now yours to join with..." Mammon gives an open squeak of pure emotional turmoil. Hugging Adelha closer as he sways a little on his feet. "Oh boy oh boy oh boy I wasn't planning on this... Lucifer is going to be so mad at me for not giving a warning... Delly..."

Mammon finally gives himself the needed mental shake to then grin as wide as possible. His whole frame vibrating as he says, "You're mine... I get to have you all for myself! We get to be everything we want with each other! I am the happiest demon in existence! So then! The Great Mammon must shower his bride in all the passion and devouring possible!" Mammon then goes for the bold approach to sweep Adelha up off her feet and consume her mouth with ravenous abandon. Both his hands cradling her rump with a hunger to keep her against his frame as he licked and kissed his dragon bride. Leaving Adelha reeling in sensation as she moaned into his ministrations. That all consuming fire spiking through the both of them to rile Mammon up even more. So he moved to press Adelha into the wall and start biting at her lips and neck in sheer carnal delight at her reactions. The dress she is wearing ripping and tearing with how much force Mammon is putting into his hands as they explore his lover.

It doesn't take much for Mammon to just leave Adelha's dress in a shredded pile of cloth around them. His own clothes not faring much better as he just let's the greed of his sin free. Yet he does keep enough tender love to ensure every touch and taste leaves Adelha captivated and treasured. His worship of her body a vow to her soul as he nestles them against the wall. His sheer strength keeping the both of them in place as Adelha wraps herself around Mammon to start devouring him back in equal passion. Tracing a special kind of magic over his senses to leave him panting and gasping for air. Hunger and vulnerability shared and matched as they gave into the divine act of consummating wedding vows to bind their beings into one union.

Mammon chooses to move them to the bedroom for the next few rounds of making love. His heart thundering in his chest for every pump of molten blood to rush through his veins in blissful life. Leaving him drunk off the high to sear into his spirit with sweet delight. Until the two have spent several long hours in their dancing and pleasuring out of unconditional love to have Mammon dazed. The two of them currently back on the bed after a bath to have finished their lovemaking in almost every room of Adelha's home. The Avatar of Greed fully zoned out and laughing like a gleeful child as he hugs Adelha tight. His new bride snuggling into his frame to kiss at his neck with soft purrs. Which just has Mammon's toes curl again as he chuckles. "That. Was. Perfect. Would you be mad at me if I said I wanted more of that every single night from now on?"

Adelha gave a chiding huff to tickle Mammon's sides. Making him yelp and squeak as he failed at escaping. But he soon was left panting and laughing to snuggle into Adelha's arms and just relax. Her words silken and sweet. "We will have to make a portal door to the House of Lamentation. Perhaps Lucifer might give us one as a wedding gift."

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The House of Lamentation was full of sounds of happiness and delight. All five of Adelha's puppies playing with Beelzebub and Belphegor as Aqua lay in Satan's lap for a brushing. While Leviathan and Asmodeus were bouncing one adorable little human toddler each. The adopted toddlers squealing in delight as their uncles played with them. Lucifer currently sitting with the oldest adopted child who was currently reading a book to Lucifer. The vampire boy being very careful as he turned the page so as not to dislodge the IV line giving him a needed blood transfusion as Lucifer cuddled him closer. His words so full of love his heart might burst. "Yes. Well done, Elias. But do let me know when you need to rest up. I may love hearing you read to me. But your health comes first."

Mammon was currently sitting on the couch to be openly cuddling and kissing one of his baby twin girls. His smile a permanent fixture on his face as the baby give happy squeaks when he gave them soft kisses. Her hair in pigtail to have traces of deep red and pure white. While Adleha held their other baby girl for her to be drinking a bottle of special baby formula. Since Simeon had blessed the formula with a special prayer to help boost the immune system. Her hair a rich and beautiful black mixed with silver white. Adelha looking to her husband as Mammon openly cooed at his daughter in his arms. "Who is the most precious little rascal in the three realms! Is it my darling little Jiya? Yes it is! You are papa's greatest treasure! Just as is your twin, Zadie! But you get to have the best papa and mama and three most amazing siblings!" Mammon brings his daughter back into his arms for cuddle hugs as Asmodeus openly chuckles at the lovestruck father. "I never thought I would see the day you become a gushing fool for love. It's the best look you've ever had, Mammon. Especially when you brought our two little human darlings into the family. I know the Currier clan has a dedicated calling to adopting children from bad family situations. But I never expected for the both of you to take in two human kids."

Leviathan gives a grunt when his current toddler yanks on his tail to have him smile with amusement. The nerd shut in more used to hugging and tugging to just sigh. "Not to mention taking in Elias. I know his heart condition was a huge factor in his distant family giving him up to the Currier clan. But I half expected them to try and take him back once the medical bills got paid. Did your guardian Eugene step in or was it Claude?" Adelha smirks to note with molten intensity. "It was both of them, Diavolo, and Solomon. They made it clear Elias is ours. Love is more potent than blood. Hence why the parents of Cullen and Fintan didn't even bother once we made it clear they wouldn't have a toe to stand on in court. These little ones belong to our family. Our hearts are theirs to learn from and be nurtured by. So they are our children under all creation and eternity's love."

Lucifer thought on this as Elias paused in reading to rub at his eyes with both hands. The heart monitor attached to his chest going off for all the adults to pause as Elias sniffled. But Lucifer just cradled the little vampire to his own heart to rub his back and keep him calm. "There there, sweet one. We know you had a very hard time. It is okay to cry and be sad. We are here to love you and hug you for all our days and nights. Did you want to spent tonight with me in my bed so as to keep you warm, Elias?" The little vampire nodded to snuggle his head to Lucifer's heart and sigh. "Yes please. Are we going to have dinner soon? I was hoping we might make Uncle Belphie's favorite." This had Belphegor smile to nod as he chuckled. "Okay. Sounds like a plan to me."

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katsukikitten · 2 years

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Abt you post I get what you’re saying but I think there’s a reason why short posts do better. They’re short and faster to read for one and two I find if easier to put myself in those rather than longer ones because longer ones usually have a set reader as in personality and sometimes occupation. Thing that I don’t identify with or want. Like a reader who’s a teacher or is shy or insecure just don’t go w me since I like confident and outgoing readers. With shorter ones they usually place the idea in my head and let me put myself there In my head but longer ones you’re stuck to what the author wrote. There’s nothing wrong w it but not everyone likes the same things + not everyone wants to read thousands of words w a reader they don’t identify with. Obviously it’s nothing personal or says anything abt someone’s talent but that’s just my opinion.

I think there is also the disillusion of a reader insert being exactly like the reader themselves. There is no possible way to do it. Occupation, personality type has nothing to do with it as each individual is so wholly unique that there would be no way to tailor a fic that mimics everybody. The plot, scenes, and even other characters interacting with the reader would fall flat. It would be so boring no one would read it.

Point being reader is nothing more but a flexible OC, reading and fanfiction are meant for exploring. Exploring the lore of the anime, book, movie, show you love through different point of views. I'm a strong independent person as well but that doesn't mean I don't want to see the world through someone else's view.

At one time nonny there was no reader insert or x reader. There was a wholly fleshed out OC, much like published books, where you knew what they looked like down to their freckles or lack there of, that was paired with characters.

It sounds like to me what you want are prompts, not full fledged fics and that's fine but that's not x reader. That's a prompt, an imagine, an idea, a head cannon.

I find your choice of words interesting, how you say "stuck with what the author wrote" then why are you reading their content? Why are you reading anything that has plot if you're simply "stuck" with the story the author is conveying? Better yet why are you not writing for yourself, writing your own fictions from the imagines and ideas you want from quick consumption.

The thing you're "stuck" with, that plot, those settings, the dialogue takes effort, hell even the prompts and imagines you want take effort but they are by no means x reader and def don't belong in x reader tag.

I'm not saying you have to like every thing you come across either, I'm saying things need to be reorganized and long fictions deserve to be recognized. These works are being shared with the internet when they could be kept in secret within their own small circle of friends. Still they choose to share a story with you, the reader.

This isn't a subtle change either, the "fast food" fics, this has recently developed as of last year, not to mention how horrid Tumblr runs this site. So it's no surprise that authors and content creators are upset their works aren't pulling the same attention they were before, not just reblogs or likes, the comments have died too. And refer to my previous posts about how clogged the tags are with items that could be tagged as something else.

Silent readers consume more and more content, some readers even demanding more time, specific requests or to have their favorite author write what they want for free by bombarding them in their ask box and when the author burns out from working with an insatiable entity they are often times discarded or forgotten as they move on to the next bright eyed author.

In conclusion the type of works you want, which again are drabbles, prompts, head cannons or imagines, do not belong in the x reader tag.

Also legit question but how do any of you read published works? Don't y'all like to read for the experience? For the different view points? To see the nuance or dissect the meanings of the author's word choice? To read between the lines and see the glaringly obvious foreshadowing?

Or do you read the synopsis on the back and call it a day?

Ps also the audacity to think that a stranger should know the inner workings of the reader, who is also...a complete fucking stranger

#or will this be too long for you to read to?

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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Take Care of Everything

This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary

Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k maybe?

Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club

Minors, do not interact.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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you’re my brother’s best friend, what are you doing?

fushiguro megumi x reader x yuuji itadori + slight naoya zenin x reader very slight toji fushiguro x reader

TRIGGER WARNING: DARK CONTENT AHEAD[stepcest]

PT 1 OF THIS FIC + PT 2 OF THIS FIC

this fic is megumi + itadori and [slight toji] x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this fic has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

a/n: i couldn’t help but think this would be a perfect part 3. thank you so much for the love on part 1 and part 2 of this fic series, it means so much to me<3

warnings: DARK CONTENT(stepcest), language(most of my fics do contain language), smut; use of sibling honorifics, slight misogyny(it’s kinda hot sometimes), slight misandry(also hot), degradation/shame play, implied male masturbation, slight breathplay, oral(m! and f!receiving), fingering, exhibitionism(??under the table type-deal), threesome, creampie, praise.

word count: 5.3k

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itadori wasn’t blind. he saw the way you moved throughout the house in those short little skirts. he couldn’t get the image of you smiling up at him out of his head. hell, if he was being honest that mental image went straight to his spank bank.

itadori had noticed once you and megumi got closer, and closer than normal step-siblings should be. he couldn’t even be disgusted, because, in all honesty, he would’ve done the same thing. itadori was simply just jealous. jealous that fushiguro got to see what your body looked like underneath those skimpy little outfits. jealous that fushiguro got to feel your pussy clench around him nightly.

itadori’s thoughts were filled with imaginations of how tight you’d feel around his cock. he ached for that feeling. he knew he could reel you in with a little persuasion, he just needed to put in some work.

itadori had been over to the house on numerous occasions, whether that be to swim or to eat dinner. today, him and megumi had been chilling by the pool, the summer day being incredibly hot. he’d run into the house to grab water bottles and was greeted by the image you in a hot pink bikini. god, his timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

you were leaning against the kitchen island, scrolling through your phone mindlessly. itadori forced himself to stop drinking in your half-naked body and decided to make his existence known. “hey, y/n,” he said simply, brushing by you to open the fridge.

you looked up from your phone screen, smiling at your lover’s step-brother’s best friend. “hey, yuuji,” you offered back, setting your phone down on the island countertop. “can you grab me a water too?” you asked, yuuji humming out a reply.

yuuji set the three plastic bottles on the countertop before closing the refrigerator and turning to you. “it’s hot out,” he made simple conversation, though his brain was only filled with ‘don’t look at her boobs, don’t look at her boobs’.

“yeah, the temperature read like 96 on my phone,” you sighed softly. you both sat there in silence for a moment, before yuuji could feel the tent in his pants growing. he would positively die if you caught him red-handed, popping a boner from a simple conversation with you.

itadori’s plan to seduce you was easier in his head. standing here in front of you now, he became all too shy. your instagram pictures and his hand would be enough for now.

“i-i should take this back out for megumi,” he stuttered, reaching for two of the water bottles. “wait, itadori,” his name sounded so pretty falling from your lips. he turned look at you, hoping his cheeks weren’t flushed too pink. he could feel the blood rushing to his face and to his cock.

“y-yeah?” he stuttered, looking back at you over his shoulder. he needed to get out of this kitchen now. the expression on your face was too much for him to handle, your bottom lip tucked under your two front teeth, and if he looked a little closer he could swear there was a glint of something sinister in your eyes.

“i need your help with something,” you explained, walking closer to yuuji. he set the water bottles down on the table turning around to face you. as you came closer, he attempted to keep a decent amount of distance between the two of you, scared of what he’d do if you were too close.

itadori was backing away with each of your steps towards him, his mind frazzled, his cock growing even harder in his swim trunks. he bumped into the door, feeling the wood on his back, unable to escape any further.

when your hand brushed against his stomach, itadori couldn’t contain the soft whimper that fell from his lips. you admired his incredibly-toned abdomen before looking up at him. your bottom lip was pouted out, and itadori took a mental snap-shot to save for later.

“you know,” you spoke, chills running down yuuji’s back at the sound of your voice, “gumi’s really been pissing me off.” your hands were toying with the waistband of his swim trunks. “u-uh!” his hands were rigid by his side, refusing to even touch you, afraid the feel of your skin would set him afire.

“megumi is gonna-oh!” your were palming him through his swim trunks now, “megumi’s go-gonna wonder where i went,” he panted, finishing his sentence before throwing his head back against the door with a soft ‘fuck’. “do you want this, yuuji-kun?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. you had seen the way he looked at you.

itadori needed to feel more, he wanted your hands all over him, he wanted to run his hands all along your body. “i-i want it!” he moaned out, his hands grabbing onto your hips. he was well past the point of no return.

“yeah? you’re such a perv, yuuji,” you teased, that same smile still on your face. itadori flipped your bodies around by the grip he had on your hips, your back against the door now. it was like a switch had flipped, itadori no longer forcing himself to hold back, no longer fearful of what megumi would do if he found out itadori had laid his hands on his precious little step-sister.

you moaned out when yuuji’s hands tugged down the cups of your bikini harshly, exposing your hardened nipples. itadori’s tongue latched around one of your erect nipples, the other being tugged between his thumb and forefinger. “yeah, just like that, yuuji,” you whimpered, your hand falling to the back of his pink locks.

you pulled itadori back by the grip you had on his hair, looking at his desperate expression before laughing softly. “gotta make this quick,” you reasoned, kneeling down before itadori.

your hands went to tease along his waistband, but yuuji was fed up with your ministrations. he tugged his swim trunks down his body, letting them pool at his feet. he reached to lock the door before looking down at you. your mouth was agape before you grinned, your hand wrapping around the base of itadori’s cock.

you were licking long stripes along his length, placing soft kisses on the head. “are you gonna suck me off or what?” yuuji growled, grabbing onto your hair, pulling your head back slightly so you could hold eye contact with him. you laughed softly, yuuji raising an eyebrow.

“don’t act like you’re the one calling the shots, itadori. you were about to bust in your pants from just talking to me,” you huffed, moving back to lick the tip of itadori’s cock. before you could, he pulled you back once more, smirking at you.

“that’s how you wanna be?” he spat, gripping onto your hair tighter, causing you to whine out softly. “i think what you need right now is to be put in your fucking place,” he let go of your hair before pulling out one of the chairs at the kitchen table and sitting down.

“crawl,” he said simply, albeit demandingly. you couldn’t find it in you to be bratty, the arousal in your panties pooling from this new side of yuuji. you crawled over to itadori, the humiliation only arousing you further. “look at you, listening so well now, huh?” he laughed softly, before latching his hands back into your hair once more.

“i’m gonna fuck your face now, and you’re gonna keep your pretty hands to yourself, okay?” you nodded in response, itadori patting your cheek softly. “good girl,” you were so pliant now, yuuji could feel his cock twitching at your submission, “now open up.”

you opened your mouth in an o, your eyes peering up at yuuji. he chuckled at you, “wider,” you opened your mouth wider, a strain in your jaw making itself known. before you could wince at how uncomfortable you were, itadori’s cock was in your mouth.

his precum was salty on your tongue, his length pushing further down your throat. “god, you must do this a lot, huh? taking me so well,” he said breathlessly. you reached the base, your throat contorting around his cock and your eyes watering. you attempted to pull away, the sheer girth in your throat overwhelming.

“breathe through your nose,” he said simply, before sighing. “god,” he bucked up into your mouth slightly, “this is what fushiguro gets every night.” you whined around his cock, tears falling down your cheeks freely now.

“yeah, i said it,” he looked down at you, pouting in mock sympathy at the way you choked on his length. “too much?” he asked, your words turning into muffled vibrations around his cock. “figured you’d be able to handle it, how disappointing,” he pulled you off of his cock by your hair.

you coughed once off of his cock, saliva dripping down your chin, the tears on your eyelashes prominent due to the sunlight peeking through the shutters. “i-i can take it,” you whined, yuuji’s thumb rubbing your cheek. “yeah? gonna be good for me this time?” he sympathized. you nodded eagerly, rambling complete nonsense, “yeah, gonna be so good, promise.”

itadori smiled down at you, “open,” he commanded, and you were quick to obey. your nose was brushing against the skin of his pelvis once more, your throat struggling to take the sheer length and thickness of itadori’s cock.

“since you wanted to be a little bitch about it last time, i think it’s only fair that we up the stakes, right?” itadori was grinning now, his fingers going to squeeze your nose. your throat was constricting around his cock wildly now. your hands lifted up from their rightful place on your thigh, falling to itadori’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin.

he let go of your nose, pulling you off of his cock once more. you were panting even more than before, coughing in between every couple breaths. air had never felt so good in your lungs. your hands were still on yuuji’s thighs, stabilizing your shaky figure. “what did i say about keeping your hands to yourself, angel?”

you moved your hands off of itadori’s legs quickly, the boy laughing at the attempt to fix your mistake. “i’ll forgive you, just gotta take me back in your mouth again, all the way.” your pupils were dilated so heavy, your pretty lips coated in spit.

you took the tip of itadori’s cock in your mouth without him having to ask, yuuji gasping softly at the unexpected feeling of your mouth on him. “atta girl,” he praised, his hand falling to the back of your head, pushing you down to the base of his cock.

“so-so close!” he groaned, bucking up into your mouth. “gonna flood your throat, pretty girl, you’re gonna take it, yeah?” you moaned around his cock, itadori whimpering at the vibration. both his hands were in your hair now as he thrusted into your mouth erratically.

“fuck, fuck, take it, ta-take it!” his cum hit the roof of your mouth, the salty bite flooding your taste receptors. as itadori came down from his high, he let go of your hair with a mutter of “keep it in your mouth,” slumping in his chair before throwing his head back with a sigh, his cock twitching once.

“lemme see,” he panted after recovering from his high for a moment. you opened your mouth, yuuji being met with the sigh of his white semen in your mouth. “so pretty,” he praised, “go ahead and swallow,” you swallowed, grimacing softly at the taste. it was better than most, though.

itadori laughed softly, “sorry, s’not great, huh?” you shook your head, with a soft laugh.

“c’mere,” itadori said, motioning towards his lap. you sat in his lap, pulling itadori in for a desperate kiss. his cock was growing once more, his hardened length resting between your bodies. “wanna take care of you,” he mumbled into your neck, sucking on your skin.

“gumi’s gonna catch us,” you whined, one of yuuji’s hands falling to your dampened panties. “i’ll make it quick,” he promised, pulling your panties to the side. “fuck, you’re so wet,” he moaned in astonishment, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, soft whimpers falling from your lips. “gonna cum just from a little touch on your clit?” itadori teased, grinning at the way your hips rocked on his hand, attempting to create more friction.

you nuzzled your head into his shoulder, attempting to quiet down your moans. “you must really love sucking cock, huh?” he whispered in your ear, rubbing quicker circles onto the bundle of nerves. “such a slut,” he continued his onslaught of degrading words, pushing you closer to the edge.

“bet you want megumi to catch us, yeah?” his other hand was gripping the plush of your ass, rocking you on his hand. “you’d love that wouldn’t you, love for your nii-chan to watch you get dicked down.”

that was the final push you needed, your juices gushing on itadori’s hand, the aforementioned laughing from beneath you.

you attempt to steady your breathing, your hands on yuuji’s shoulders. you laughed softly, partly in astonishment, lifting yourself off of yuuji’s body. you grabbed one of the water bottles from behind yuuji on the table, taking a sip and sighing at the feeling of the cool liquid on your abused throat.

“you g-gotta go back out,” you attempted to voice your thoughts, your mind still frazzled from yuuji nearly face-fucking you into subspace. “yeah,” yuuji agreed, pulling his swim trunks back up. he placed a kiss on your cheek, causing heat to flush your body once more. he leaned closer to your ear before whispering, “i’ll be back for more.”

he grabbed the water from the table before heading towards the back door. he threw up a peace sign before walking back out to megumi who was sitting in one of the pool chairs, an umbrella shading his body. megumi lifted his arm up from over his eyes at the sound of yuuji’s footsteps, squinting at him.

“what took you so long?” he asked, grabbing the water from yuuji’s hand. “damn impatient ass,” yuuji joked before sitting down in the pool chair beside megumi’s. “sorry that i had to shit, bro.”

your mom had invited yuuji over for family dinner. toji was out of town on business, so that left you, itadori and megumi. “thank you for coming over tonight, yuuji,” your mom said with a smile, setting the bowl of mash potatoes down on the table.

yuuji said a simple ‘of course, thank you for having me!’ before smiling at your mother sweetly.

she sat down with a huff of her breath, her eyes glancing between the three of you with a soft smile. “well don’t everyone speak at once,” she teased, laughing at her own joke. “how was everyone’s day?” she continued at the dull silence, taking a mouthful of mashed potato.

“i’ll go,” itadori smiled, setting his fork down on his plate. the hand that had been holding his fork slid over to your thigh, his fingers tracing further up towards your clothed center.

“um, i had practice earlier today,” he hums as though he’s deep in thought, but in reality his pointer finger is rubbing over the damp spot on your panties. “gumi’ and i grabbed lunch at lupe’s, it was really good,” his fingers were pulling your panties to the side now, one finger running through your dripping slit.

“and now we’re here, eating your lovely dinner,” itadori pulls his signature smile, pushing his finger into your hole, causing you to gasp softly. your mom smiled at yuuji’s words, megumi turning to you with furrowed eyebrows.

you looked over at megumi, raising your eyebrows at him as though you were confused with his expression. you couldn’t look at him for long, yuuji’s finger curling inside of you, forcing you to look back down at your plate.

you poked a piece of broccoli with your fork, bringing the silverware up to your mouth. “y/n,” your mom spoke, “how was your day?”

of fucking course.

and itadori was unforgiving, two fingers curling in and out of you now. you were scared if he went any harder, the squelching noises may be easily detectable.

“um,” you huffed out a sigh, ignoring the churn in your stomach from itadori’s ministrations and the anxiety of getting caught. “i just relax-” you exhaled, “just relaxed today, really.”

concern laced your mom’s expression, “are you okay, sweetheart?” you hummed, looking over at her with a (hopefully) reassuring smile. in your peripheral you could see itadori trying to contain his smirk. you could also see the flex of his bicep as his fingers plunged in and out of you.

you put your hand on itadori’s thigh, attempting to plead with him to go easy on you. he just looked down at your hand on his thigh and with his free hand, grabbed your smaller one in his and placed it on his bulge.

you looked up at him, biting your bottom lip before quickly looking back down at your plate. “megumi?” your mom said simply, causing you to look over at him. his expression was almost unreadable, but you could detect the curl of his lip.

“had an easy day today,” his voice interrupted the pause of silence. “yuuji already said how we went to lunch,” he reiterated, looking over at yuuji before his eyes landed on you.

they lingered for a moment before he cocked his eyebrow and spoke, “yeah, are you alright, imouto?” you swore you could hear the challenge in his words, and he only pulled out that title to fuck with you. “you look really flushed,” he feigned deep concern before you followed his line of vision to the bump of yuuji’s hand under your skirt.

“i’m fine, nii-chan,” you smiled sweetly at him, looking back over to yuuji. you could hear a small ‘tch’ from your side, but you couldn’t focus on it with the way yuuji’s fingers were making you feel.

itadori had taken notice of the way your hips were jerking to meet his fingers. you heard the soft laugh under his breath and turned to look at him, tears forming on your waterline as yuuji removed his fingers from inside of you.

you fought to contain the whine threatening to fall from your lips and instead looked down at your skirt, lest anyone know what just happened from your flustered expression.

as you began to regain your clarity and go about a normal dinner, megumi’s hand made its way onto your thigh. it didn’t inch up to your panties, or trace light circles on your skin. instead, it just gripped the plush of your thigh, possessively.

unbeknownst to you, a competition had begun to brew.

yuuji and fushiguro’s prides became a large factor in their relationships with you. when coming into the house, yuuji would give you a chaste peck on the cheek, his hand every so slyly making its way to rest at the dip of your spine. he would then turn to megumi with a full blown grin and a “what are we doing today?”

fushiguro had even gotten more bold. upon seeing you in the kitchen(and especially when itadori was over), he’d give you a slight tap on the ass, and when you’d turn to look at him, he’d pretend as though he was looking everywhere else before turning to you with a sheepish smile and a “what?”

men’s egos are truly such a funny thing, because what had been simple jabs back and forth at one another’s prides became a full blown war. megumi would invite itadori over with a text of “the door’s open, just walk in once you get here,” all too happy with his little plan.

yuuji would open the door to the sound of your sweet moans filtering through the house. he’d walk upstairs to peek(less of a peek and more of a just look because megumi had left the door wide open), and he’d see megumi pounding into you, your headboard slamming against the wall.

and itaodri couldn’t just let that slide, could he? and so when fushiguro walked out into the backyard on one of those hot summer nights, only to be met with your pretty whimpers as yuuji lifted you up and down his cock, the water in the hot tub splashing up on the sides, it was only fair, right?

and megumi couldn’t deal with the way your voice sounded moaning itadori’s name. and eventually, all came to a header when your mom and toji had gone out for a weekend getaway. itadori had presented the idea of throwing a party.

suprisingly, fushiguro agreed.

bodies packed up against each other in the entryway of your house, the bass of semi on em by chief keef reverberating through the walls of your home. of course, you had put on the smallest dress in your number, planning on having some fun tonight.

and what better candidate was there to help you out than naoya zenin? although him and megumi were related, there was bad blood there. family reunions were never rainbows and giggles in the jujutsu sorcery world, and by association, yuuji hated him too. perfect!

you had strategized the best way to reel him, barely having to put in any work. men were so easy. all it took was a simple innocent smile up at naoya as you greeted him and a pretty laugh at his joke.

next thing you knew, naoya’s hands were on your hips and his bulge was pressing up against your backside. you couldn’t help but smile, almost proud of yourself. and of course, yuuji and megumi brushed past the large group of people gathered in the living room, some grinding against one another, some jumping.

and they spotted you, all too close to that scumbag. you looked over at them, attempting to contain the absolute grin that threatened to make its way onto your face. you furrowed your eyebrows as though you were confused with their angry expressions.

while itadori was bold, megumi was even more so when it came to things that were his, and he was pushing people to reach you and naoya in the middle of the crowd. “who the fuck invited you?” he snarled, looking down at you, and grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him.

“damn gumi,” naoya said all-too smug(you hated thinking that you gave him even the slightest ego bosost), “no need to go all papa bear.” megumi just chuckled dryly, yuuji showing up behind him.

“shut up and get the fuck out of my house,” he said simply, the crowd starting to turn towards the affair going on in the middle of the room. “or what?” naoya was pushing fushiguro’s limits now, and you could see it. “mad i’m gonna fuck your slutty little sister before you do?”

that was all it took for megumi to punch him square in the nose. the were was a collective ‘ooo” and some murmurs of “oh shit!” yuuji easily picked naoya--who was knocked out cold--up and took him to the front door before setting him down on the sidewalk(careful of his head, he wasn’t heartless), before walking back inside.

he found you and megumi up against wall, you on the receiving-end of a lecture. you didn’t seem too upset about, though, in fact, yuuji thought you seemed happy. and if he had any inkling about your motives, he knew you were quite delighted with the outcome of your time with naoya.

he walked up to you and megumi, looking down at you. it was a sight to behold, megumi and itadori’s dominating presences looming over you. “if you wanted to be fucked so bad you coulda just asked,” yuuji said, no inkling of embarrassment or timidity in his words.

“you know,” megumi said turning away from you to look at his best friend, “i think that’s what she needs.” megumi grabbed his phone from his pocket, pausing the music playing through the bluetooth speaker system throughout the house.

“everybody out!” megumi yelled, some people groaning, some shrugging and walking to the door, muttering “this shit was burnt anyways,” yuuji and itadori rushing people to the front door.

eventually, everyone was out and your back was pressed up against the oak wood of the front door, both itadori and megumi looking at you as though you were prey.

and if anything, you were.

you squealed when yuuji grabbed you by your hips, lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his on instinct. he carried you with such ease, walking upstairs towards your bedroom, megumi trailing behind the two of you.

you gained the courage to look at your stepbrother, only to be met with such an unreadable expression. his eyes looked clouded over, his lips glistening lightly from his own spit. he held your eyes for a moment, silently expressing all the things he planned on doing to you.

you couldn’t take it anymore, nuzzling your head in itadori’s shoulder as your cheeks flushed with heat, but before you could get comfortable, your back met the plushness of your mattress, yuuji throwing you down onto your bed.

“it’s so fucking sad,” megumi said, shutting your bedroom door behind him. “gotta act like a slut just to get our attention, huh?” he was sitting down beside you on the bed now, yuuji still standing and leaning against a wall.

megumi was tracing a hand up your thigh before pushing your already short dress up to rest on your stomach. yuuji just laughed, shaking his head as megumi spoke, “and no panties? god you’re just fucking begging for it.”

he pushed you up against your headboard, your back against the wood. itadori walked over, his hand coming down to your chin to lift your head up so you could look at him. “are you not embarrassed?” he pouted in mock sympathy, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

“acting like such a slut, thought you’d at least have some self respect,” his actions no where near matched his words, itadori’s thumb lightly brushing over your lip. before your tummy could turn at the degradation, megumi’s lips were wrapping around you clit before he suckled, eliciting a loud whimper from you.

megumi looked up at you, yuuji’s hand no longer on your chin. “no cumming till’ i say so,” he mumbled, the vibrations causing more arousal to leak from your pretty little hole. you pouted at that, megumi having no sympathy and instead shaking his head side to side, his tongue on your clit.

you were moaning freely now, itadori had tugged the top of your dress down over your tits, the pretty little number just sitting crumpled around your waist now. his fingers were flicking your hardened nipples, laughing at the way your hips would jerk at the slightest contact.

“g-gumi!” you were panting now, your voice hoarse as you whimpered, tears lining the waterline of your eyes. “gonna cum?” yuuji said softly. you shook your head yes, biting down on your bottom lip, sounds still spilling from your lips.

“too fucking bad,” yuuji teased, slapping your tit before groping it and going back to thumbing at your nipple. the onslaught of itadori’s hands, and megumi’s tongue and fingers was sending you into overdrive.

“f-f-fuck! fuck! can-can’t anymore, needa cum so bad, just need it so bad, please,” you rambled, your hips attempting to rut into megumi’s face once he pulled away. you were a mess of sweat, spit, and tears now.

your body was being flipped over before you could come back down to earth, and you were being dragged further down the bed now. megumi was sitting up against the headboard, his cock resting against his abdomen.

when had his clothes come off? hell, you were too out of it to know, too far into the submissive state yuuji and fushiguro had put you in. yuuji’s hand was pushing your head down into the mattress, right in between megumi’s legs.

“you’re gonna take it like a good girl right?” he asked, teasing the head of his cock through your slit. “i’m gonna show you how dumb little sluts like you get bred,” he spat, letting go of your head, megumi’s hands tangling into your hair soon after.

he pulled on your hair to force you look up at him, reveling in your expression as yuuji pushed his cock into you. your mouth was wide open in an ‘o’, your eyes fluttering shut. “y-yuuji!” you whimpered, but before you could even relish in the slight pain from the stretch of itadori’s cock, megumi was bringing your lips towards the tip of his cock.

“get to work,” he said simply, and you opened your mouth obediently, your tongue swirling around the tip. in all honesty, it was hard to focus on pleasing megumi, yuuji’s thrusts into your pussy much too rough, and all too mind-numbing for you to remember how to work your mouth.

no worries, though, all megumi needed was for you to keep your pretty mouth open. his hands tangled in your hair, pushing you down to the base of his cock. on especially rough thrust from yuuji, you would gag on megumi’s cock, sending his stomach spiraling.

“fuck-” yuuji groaned, spanking you. megumi pulled you off of his cock, grinning at the spit pooling from your mouth, and the way your eyes were lidded in pleasure. “so fucking tight, such a slutty little hole,” yuuji muttered from behind you, his hand making its way to your clit.

“gotta wait to cum till you take my load, gotta wait till i fill you up, pretty girl,” yuuji was on a fucking high right now, ready to fuck himself dumb with your pretty pussy. megumi was suddenly realizing that sharing you wasn’t so bad.

he couldn’t help the way his hand came to stroke his cock at the way yuuji pounded into you, or the absolute sobs falling from your lips, or the expression of euphoria on your face.

“g-gonna fill you up,” yuuji promised breathlessly, his hips stuttering before he thrusted roughly once, twice, his cock twitching as he came deep inside of you, the warmth of his cum causing twinging in your lower belly. that was enough to make you snap, your walls clenching in orgasm, yuuji letting out a whimper at the feeling on his sensitive cock. “fuck-” yuuji groaned, drawing out the word.

megumi couldn’t take it anymore, watching yuuji’s orgasm face, and the way you fell apart as soon as the first spurt of cum burst inside of you. he stroked his cock even faster, huffing and puffing now, before pulling at your hair for you to look up at him. you shut your eyes out of instinct, megumi’s cum landing on your face as he groaned, slumping against the headboard soon after.

yuuji pulled out with a soft wince, your stomach falling flat on the bed without yuuji’s support. “did so good angel,” megumi hummed, his hand softlly stroking your cheek. “such a good girl,” yuuji praised, before mumbling to megumi that he’d go grab some water.

megumi pulled you up against him, your back against his chest as your head laid against his shoulder, your chest falling and rising as you tried to steady your breath. “mean it,” he said softly, “did so good, m’so proud of you,” he muttered into the skin of your cheek, kissing there softly.

“you like me sharing you?” he asked, to which you could only hum, smiling softly. “still only yours though, gumi,” you said sweetly, your voice so soft.

megumi couldn’t help but smile, yuuji walking in with three water bottles in hand. you really were an angel.

somehow, in the aftermath, you had all fallen asleep, a tangled mess of bodies on your bed. you awoke to the sunlight peeking through your curtains. you could’ve sworn they were closed last night.

and there was your stepfather, hand on the curtain as he smiled down at you. “did ya have fun, angel?”

fin

thank you for reading! the part 1 of this fic got so much love and i can’t express how much that means to me. i love you guys so much, thank you for supporting my writing<3

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Hey Kat how are youuu 💞 i hope everything's fine :) i'm literally so excited to read the my brother's bf fic 😭💕💕 later i saw a post you reblogged: https://writteninkat.tumblr.com/post/657547669698396160 could you turn this into a fic pleaseee 😩 we need that 😭🥺🥺 maybe slutty!Fem reader asking bakugou for study help although she's only horny and while he tries to study with her: explain smth to her she starts that freaky shit hihi

i wish u a great week end. btw i got a big crush on a boy who works with me 🥺 but i'm sooooo shy and NOT ME whenever i'm around him i hate it. i know that we would vibe idk:/ he is a friend of my older sister and i got the feeling that he sees me as a child (he's only 4 years older) i hate it here lmao

xo💞🌟💕

Quizzed | Bakugou x Reader

summary: You ask Katsuki for help with your studies but that was all a ruse to let out all your sexual frustrations on him.

w/c: 1.9k

warnings: fingering, oral (m!receiving), katsuki calling reader slut once

a/n: hiii i'm doing well!! <3 hope you are too!! and LMAO i get what you mean!! i turn into a completely different person whenever i'm with someone i like but i try practicing just being my self lol why don't you test out the waters, give him some hints ;)) update me about it then hehe

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Katsuki Bakugou is good at anything and everything he tries. He's got an amazing, flashy quirk, he's smart, has an explosive personality and you can't deny he's handsome.

God's favorite child; that's what he is.

And you're obsessed. You love how he smells so sweet, how soft red spills over the tips of his ears and his cheeks when he's flustered or embarrassed, the deep grunts and melodic moans that slip out his lips.

He turns into your vulnerable little bitch under your softest touch. And you love it.

College isn't easy, not by any means. Unlike highschool or middle school, you're the one chasing after your professors, you're the one who teaches yourself, you're the one who has to grind in order to get a good grade and graduate.

It's times like these, during hell week, that you regret not choosing the hero course. They don't need to go to college, they become heroes after highschool and from the stories of your friends, hero work seems to be a much more enjoyable job than in a hospital doing rounds.

You sigh, mind tired and body aching all over as you plop onto the couch. Your boyfriend, number two hero Dynamite, is busy cooking the both of you dinner. "Long day?" He asks.

As much as you want to claim that all you want to do is eat whatever your boyfriend is cooking, wash up and cuddle with him till you fall asleep, you can't. You'd be lying.

You're frustrated and you want to let out some steam. And the fact that your boyfriend is cooking in your shared kitchen with nothing but black sweats that hang loosely over his hips and an apron doesn't help.

You nod quietly, sitting on one of the counter stools just to watch him cook. As your eyes greedily rake over his ripped arms, toned back and occasionally his built chest, the gears in your head begin turning as you think about how to get him to fuck your stress out your body.

"Let me guess, you wanna sleep after you fill that tummy of yours?" He doesn't really talk like this, but you appreciate how he acknowledges your trouble. You pout in response, "Can't. I still have to study a few lessons in chem."

Study.

If he weren't busy with the food, Katsuki would have seen how your face visibly brightened at your idea. "Help me out? Please?"

He eyes you from the side as he shrugs his shoulders. "I probably won't be of any help, but I can try."

Oh you'll be of big help.

You have your Chemistry book, notes and the periodic table laid out on your desk as Katsuki walks in with two cups of tea; steam still floating from above it. You feel bad–he even bothered to prepare tea for the both of you but you know neither of you will be taking sips from the tea cups any time soon.

You smile when he sets the cups down, standing from your seat to push him to sit down on it instead. He looks at you with confusion in his eyes but don’t ask, prompting to check the topic you “need help with”.

“Ah, I think I’ve read about this topic before.” The moment his words leave his lips, your hand flies onto his shoulder as you lean over. “So you know how this is the atomic number, right?” You nod at his question, hand running up and down his built shoulder as a start.

He looks over at your hand, his then flicking up at you before returning to your opened textbook, shrugging off your suspicious actions.

By the time he’s finished discussing and explaining the topic, you’ve sat yourself on his lap, one arm over his shoulders playing his ear as the other runs up and down his chest. “You understand now?” He asks, looking up at you as you nod your head.

“Yeah,” You lean over, pressing your lips on his. Your soft pinks stay on his pair a little longer than usual. You pull away slowly, your hand now cupping his jaw as you look deeply into his eyes.

He raises a brow, “What was that for?”

You shake your head, eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips as your thumb traces over his lower lip. “You’re just so sexy, teaching me like this. So smart.”

You lean forward, pressing your lips against his once again as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs caressing the exposed skin. You part your lips from each other, allowing his tongue to slither inside your wet cavern, tasing you.

You rise onto your knees, setting yourself on his lap to straddle him as Katsuki continues to kiss you passionately. All your stress, all your concerns, all your anxiety always washes away whenever Katsuki kisses you, when he holds you, like this.

“You have to be studying.” He breathes into the kiss.

“I’d rather study something else.”

Your fingers hook themselves on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, exposing his hard abs. You run your palm over the exposed skin, fingers following ever bump, ever rise, every dip before you inch your fingers inside his sweats. Katsuki grabs onto your wrist, stopping you, eyebrows creased in confusion.

“Study.” He says, sternly.

“Fuck me.” You say. Sternly.

Within the next second, your hand is pushed into his pants, caressing his length, fondling his balls, and Katsuki sits there beneath you with his hands clutched into fists and his breathing heavy but controlled.

You slowly wiggle yourself off of him until you’re kneeling on the carpeted floor, your fingers pulling his pants down as your gaze keeps itself in his eyes.

Katsuki closes his eyes slowly, jaw clenched and head craned upward. You snicker, pulling his hard cock out of his pants. Your mouth visibly waters at the sight and you feel your pussy clench at the sight of his wet tip–pre cum already leaking out of it.

You lean forward, sticking your tongue out, pressing it against the base only to run it upwards to the pink head. You enclose the tip with your lips before pushing your head down, taking his entire length as you fight the tears from spilling. You miss this so much–Katsuki’s taste, how he skips a breath and fights his moans when you take all of him, the way he has to physically stop himself from getting too rough with you.

You’re sloppy when giving head–saliva dripping down his cock and the chair, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, pre cum smeared on the tip of your nose and cheeks. When Katsuki looks down at you for the first time, and you look back at him with a shit-eating grin and all messy, he cums almost immediately.

You laugh, allowing his release to splatter all over your face.

You wipe a dripping one from your cheek, into your mouth, sucking on your finger all while looking at him straight int the eye.

Katsuki breathes heavily before pulling you up from your knees. He pulls you by the waist, pushing your shorts down, letting them pool around your ankles. He pushes you onto your desk, having pushed all your study materials off the top to give you space. He lifts both your legs up, resting them over his shoulders as he looks at your glistening pussy, admiring the way it looks before pushing a finger in. Pretty and strangled moans slip out your lips as you throw your head back.

“How do you solve for the mass number of an element?”

A quiz? Really? Now?

Your brows knit together as you look down at him, to which he simply raises a demanding brow. He curls the fingers inside you and you feel your soul leave your body for a moment, making you gasp in surprise.

“You–oh god–you add the number of protons and–“ You squeak when he suddenly adds another finger inside, “–and the number of neutrons!”

“Who discovered the first subatomic particle?” Katsuki quickens his pace and you feel your legs shaking. “JJ Thomp–nnggh!–Thompson!”

“When?”

“1896!”

He adds in a third finger and the stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Give me a rule for naming ions.” He curls his fingers inside you and for a moment your mind goes blank, earning an irritated growl from Katsuki. “Shit, Katsu!” You cry out, “The charge of an ion–oh fuck–can b-be determined–“ Your back arches at the feeling of your high quickly arriving. “–by its place on the periodic table!”

Your cunt clenched around his fingers greedily as your hips move in circles on their own, riding out your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls heavily, finally, it’s been too fucking long.

Katsuki pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at how sensitive your pussy still is. You watch as he brings his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your juices coating his digits and your kitty clenches around nothing, as if you hadn’t just cum.

The pro hero grabs you by your waist, sitting on your chair. He aligns his cock in line with your hole, letting you slowly lower yourself on his cock, your cunt greedily taking his entire length.

“What method do you use when writing formulas for ionic compounds?” You’re already moving your hips before he even finishes his question.

“The crossover method.” You whisper.

“Hump on it, you slut. If you’re that desperate to fuck yourself with my cock, do it properly.”

Following his words, you start rising before lowering yourself on his cock. The feeling makes your legs want to turn into jelly, but the thought of not getting to feel this way has you fighting the urge.

“Give me the formula for Iron and Oxygen.” Katsuki grips at your waist, now moving your hips the way he wants you to move it.

The feeling of his cock stretching you open, the feeling of it hitting your g-spot again and again and again, his fingernails digging onto your skin and your brain wracking itself for the correct answer–everything overwhelms you too much.

“Fe2O3!” It comes out as a whine, making Katsuki chuckle.

“What about Barium and Sodium?”

He’s thrusting upwards now, allowing you to lessen your efforts, giving you more chance to clear your head even for a little bit. “Ba3Na2.”

“That’s right.” He whispers into your ear, “That’s my smart little girl.”

Katsuki carries you by your thighs as he stands. For a moment, you think he’ll head for the bed but he’s setting you back onto your desk. Feeling this, he answers your silent confusion. “It’s a bad idea to study on the bed.” He tilts his head to the side, “You might fall asleep. We can’t have that.”

He begins thrusting into you, your desk hitting against the wall every time.

“Recite the greek prefixes for naming hydrated salts.” You feel another orgasm coming. “One to ten. Do it correctly and I’ll let you cum.”

Weird boost of inspiration.

“Mono, di, tri–shit, Katsu!–Tetra, penta, hexa, hepta, octa, nona–“ He thrusts deeply inside you, pulling an orgasm out of you. You gasp as your pussy clenches around his cock. You look at him in the eye, a smile stretched across your face. “–deca.”

Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, his own high following not long after.

Your body falls onto the desk like lava–hot and pulsing.

Katsuki pulls his sweats up, helping you with your own bottoms before slapping your ass. “I’m giving you three more quizzes later.” Your eyes widen at his words to which he grins cockily at. “So make sure you study hard.”

You got to answer every number in your test the following days, but not without a cost. The mere section of writing formulas for ionic compounds has you clenching your thighs together.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years

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Missing You

A/N: This is just a little smutty one-shot. Thank you guys so much for all of the notes on my last fic! I really thought it was gonna get like 4 notes so that was a really amazing surprise. If you haven’t read it you can check it out here: I Would Do Anything You Asked Me To

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N gets creative in her attempts to convince Spencer to get a phone from this century

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, phone sex, innocence kink, masturbation (both male and female), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed

Word count: 2200 words

“I don’t need one Y/N” he says exasperated, neatly folding clothes to put into his go-bag. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation but Y/N continued to insist.

“I’m not saying you need one Spence, I’m saying that it would be nice if you had one. Your phone now just does the bare minimum, calls and texts, does that thing even get your emails?”

He rolls his eyes, “You know that’s exactly what I like about it, why would I want any other functions? Plus I like the tactility of the buttons. Humans have been conditioned to find stimulants like the feedback from pressing a button satisfying, it helps us feel like we’re solving problems, essentially.” He deflects.

She takes a step closer to him, placing a hand gently on his arm, “Do you know what could be more satisfying than that?” She questions him, and he shakes his head, eyebrows coming together in confusion, “If I could send you pictures while you were away? Or if we could video chat when I miss you at night?” She pulls him around to face her so he can see her expression, the way she’s looking up at him with half lidded eyes, hoping he doesn’t miss what she’s getting at.

He smirks, and lets out a laugh that’s just shy of scoffing, “You know we can do that with just audio?”

“Are you serious?” He just nods in response, “so you don’t think the visual component is necessary?”

“Necessary’s not the word I would use. It would be nice to have, but I’ve got enough visual aids stored away up here” he taps his temple as he speaks. She groans at him, her point failing to land.

“We can’t all have your memory! Sometimes I don’t just want to think about you getting off in a hotel room, I want to see it” she whines and he gives her a small laugh.

“Look, we can talk about this later but I have to go” he places a gentle kiss on her forehead before he zips up his bag and is out the door.

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When he gets back to his hotel room that evening he collapses back onto the bed. He should have a shower but he’s not sure he even has the energy for that. He was reserving it for his phone call.

He and Y/N had an agreement. Whenever he was away he had to call her each night he was gone. It wasn’t a possessive thing, it was more of a safety thing. If she could just hear his voice for even 30 seconds she could sleep easy. Sometimes it would be just that, a quick ‘hello, love you, goodnight’ other times there’d be plenty to talk about, good and bad. Sometimes he needed the call more than she did. But they never had phone sex.

Spencer was confused why she’d seemed so adamant that it was something he should upgrade his phone for when it wasn’t something they typically even engaged in.

But he didn’t know what she had in store for him yet.

He got changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and lay back into bed, propping himself up against the pillows. He dialed Y/N’s number.

“Hi there.” her voice was smooth like honey and he missed her already.

“Hi.” he breathed

“Did you find my present yet?” He had no idea what she was referring to. Sitting upright in his bed on instinct.

“No?”

“Shame, will you check that little inside pocket of your bag for me? The one with the zip?” he hops straight up to root for it, finding a small sealed envelope. He settles back into bed before he rips it open. It contains a small collection of Polaroids, all of them of Y/N.

She knew what he liked. He’d never say it in so many words but he had a thing for innocence, something about seeing her in white lingerie, or sometimes baby pink. He would always get a little more excited than usual, grabbing, and pulling, and ripping on occasion. But he didn’t recognize the set she was wearing in the Polaroids. It was white satin, with some ruffles, she had a suspender belt around her waist with thin white stockings attached as she stretched out on their shared bed.

His eyes poured over the images, in another it was just from her chest up, giving him a perfect view of her breasts, the expanse of her neck, the frame cutting off just above her lips which were delicately covered in lipgloss. He could see sheen of where the cameras flash had bounced off it.

“Fuck” was all he could think to say. All other words escaping him as he turned his attention towards the photo of her with her hands inside of her own panties, her back arched off the bed beneath her.

“So you found ‘em?” She spoke, her voice sultry and laden with tension.

“I, uh, yeah” he breathes down the line, feeling his cock twitch at the sound of her voice coupled with the images in front of him.

“Are those— the underwear, is it new?” He already knows the answer but he’s not sure what else to ask.

“Mmhmm” she hums, “I thought you’d like this set, I was saving it for a special occasion but I thought, what the hell.”

“I do, I like it a lot.” he reaches his hand inside the waistband of his sweatpants without really thinking about it.

“You know Spence, I really wish you were here right now” she toys with him playfully, “So you could see this set in person, I’m looking at myself in the mirror right now and those pictures really don’t do it justice.”

Spencer almost stops breathing, “You’re wearing— now?” He asks in disbelief.

“This is what I usually do when I miss you Love. I’ll get all dressed up in something I know you like, and I’ll fantasize about what you’d do to me if you were here.” her tone is soft but teasing, still standing to admire herself in the mirror.

She could see why he liked her in white, it made her look so sweet, and cute almost. Whenever she wore underwear like this she went all out. Applying a mascara she knew would run down her cheeks with even the slightest tear, lipstick or lipgloss that was sure to smear or leave stains all over the parts of Spencer that she’d kiss. He loved that, the juxtaposition of the before and after. The adorable angel that he got to ruin.

“What do you do when you fantasize?” He questions, letting his own mind drift as he wraps his hand around his now painfully hard cock.

“Well I’ll think about you, how you like to hold me down by my hips while you eat me out, or how much better your fingers feel” she moans, slipping her own fingers into her panties as she lays down in their bed, “mine just don’t fill me up like yours do.”

Spencer can imagine it perfectly, the way she’s probably splayed out on their bed right now. “God I wish I was there. I’d have my fingers so deep inside you, you’re always so wet for me” he groans into the receiver, “tell me how wet you are for me baby?”

She’s impressed that he’s getting the hang of this so quickly, obliging him right away. “Fuck Spence, I’ve been dripping wet since I heard your voice. I’ve been thinking about this all day. Do you want to hear?”

She doesn’t wait for a response, she just brings the phone down towards her pussy, lining up the microphone next to it as she pumps her fingers in and out, so that he can hear the wet sounds that fill her bedroom. When she brings the phone back to her ear he’s breathing heavily.

“Fuck Y/N. I wish I was there so bad, I wish I could fuck you right this second” he’s almost whimpering, she can tell he’s touching himself already.

“If you were here with me in bed right now, how would you fuck me Spencer?” She takes a moment to root her vibrator from the drawer in her beside locker. If she concentrated, or stopped concentrating maybe, she could pretend it was him.

“I’d grab you by that fucking suspender belt, and flip you over. Have you face down on the bed for me, your perfect ass in the air.” His sentences are punctuated by harsh breaths, bordering on gasps. “For being such a tease I’d have to rip those tiny little panties off you, as if they were really covering anything in the first place.”

As he speaks she hooks her fingers in the sides of those panties and pulls them off her legs so she’s got better access now. Lining the head of her vibrator up at her entrance, pushing it in slow and steady, waiting until it’s completely sheathed inside her before turning it on.

“I’d grab you by your hips and pull your ass up so my cock is right there, so I can push the head up against your pussy, feeling how fucking wet you are for me”

She’s moaning now, and if he can hear the vibrations he doesn’t say anything.

“Then I’d push into you, your tight little cunt, I always have to go so slow for you to take all of me. I’d keep going, deep as I can so I can feel you squirm under me, feel you clench even tighter around me”

She had no idea he had a mouth this dirty but she was loving every second. “I fucking love it when you fuck me from behind” is all she can string together, writhing on top of their sheets.

“And that’s exactly what I’d do next baby, I’d start to fuck you. Slow, and deep at first, then fast, and rough. I love the sounds you make when I get rough. Those pathetic little whimpers and cries while I fuck you into the mattress. I can even hear them with your face buried in the pillows. It’s even better when you cry just a bit, mascara all over your little cheeks ‘cause you just can’t take it.”

He’s panting now, his boxers pushed down his hips so that he can properly work his cock, his fist pumping up and down faster and faster as he’s about release.

“Where would you cum Spence?” She says it but she almost doesn’t recognize her voice, it’s more of a strangled cry and it goes straight to his dick.

“You know I’d cum deep inside you, fill you up while you tighten around me, god I love those fucking noises you make. Cum for me” he demands, and she’s got no problem obliging.

With her back arching up off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets, and the vibrator still buried inside her, imagining it’s Spencer, she cries out. Moaning louder than she intended, her phone on loudspeaker beside her. She can hear him too. His hand working himself through his climax as it coats his stomach and fingers and little gasps and groans he lets out that sound an awful lot like her name.

Once they’re both spent they lie in silence in their respective beds for a moment before Spencer breaks the tension.

“That was a surprise”

She bursts out laughing. “Well that was the idea”

“But why?” He asks, deliriously happy but confused.

“I thought it might convince you to invest in a phone with a camera?” She says like he’s silly for even asking.

“Why would I want that? This just proved that we don’t need that” he explains, and he’s not wrong but he’s missed the point.

“Spencer, I’m gonna take some pictures of myself right now, and I’m gonna send them to your email. I want you to grab your laptop and open ‘em up for me okay?”

“Okay?” He agrees unsure, and she hangs up.

Several minutes later and he’s opening up an email with the subject heading:

“pros of dr. reid getting a new phone”

There’s no text, just a series of photos of Y/N. She’s staged them perfectly.

The first is a selfie, messy hair, smudged lipgloss, and mascara stained cheeks on show as she’s blowing him a kiss. Another is just her mouth, but she’s stuffed her discarded panties inside, leaving the wet stain obviously visible to him. There’s others of her, taken of herself in the mirror, fingers inside herself, in the next she’s got those same fingers in her mouth, lips closed tightly around them, cheeks hollowed out. Spencer has to stop scrolling or he’ll just get hard again.

He hears his phone ping with a text message.

You could’ve been looking at these the whole time, might’ve even gotten a video if you were lucky x

He rarely likes to admit defeat but in this case it might just be worth it to concede.

I’ll buy a new phone first thing tomorrow x

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Beautiful Ghosts

Ghost!Reader X Draco

Summary: Request: @sydthekid1518: I had an Idea for a draco fic, where y/n is a ghost that’s fairly popular with the students and staff, and draco falls for her and stuff? And then maybe y/n and Harry create a plan that would allow reader to come back to life and stuff and be with draco.

A/N: Happy spooky season to all and to all a good night filled with Draco Malfoy. I’m so excited about how this turned out and that I got it done before Halloween because the odds weren’t looking to hot not gonna lie, but here it is and it’s beautiful. As always, let me know what y’all think,,,

“Y/n, please don’t disturb my students,” Snape droned with a monotone voice.

“You’ve got no power over me, Severus,” I laughed, ghosting away from his Slytherins working on Polyjuice potion.

“But I do have control in this classroom, dead or not Miss Y/n, this is my domain,” Snape argued, ruffled.

“I’m eternally bonded to this school. It’s my domain more than it is yours,” I countered, perched on his desk.

“Blasted ghosts,” A boy muttered, catching my attention, “No respect for authority,”

Tilting my head, I made my way over to him, studying the young Slytherin. He was about the age that I was when I had died, moved on, crossed the veil—whatever. His steady grey eyes and twisted sneer told me all that I needed to know about him.

“Another Malfoy,” I mused. “Interesting... And where’s your respect for the dead Mr. Malfoy?”

His eyes went wide at the idea that I was addressing him at all. Like I spooked him. Imagine that, a ghost spooking someone.

“Enough Ms. Y/n. Kindly refrain from scaring my students if you must stay,” Snape intervened. “I’m not scared,” Malfoy shot back.

“Boo!” I teased before passing through the walls of the dungeon and into my favorite spot in the entire castle, even living: the library.

I never had so much time on my hands before being dead, and now I could just take a book and read. Pince had been able to enchant them in such a way that I was able to hold them and turn their pages still. I was in the middle of a riveting tale about a boy who never grew up and had his destiny forced upon him and could fly. Perched on one of the tops of the shelves, I was lost in another world of magic.

“I didn’t know you could read,” I heard the same condescending voice from Severus’ potions class earlier that day.

“Little Malfoy,” I smiled down at him, closing my book. “And why would you assume that? I don’t look that stupid, do I?”

“Well, no,” He fumbled. “But you’re a ghost, you’re dead,”

“Yes, and I like to read, anything else?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t call me little Malfoy. My name’s Draco,” He huffed.

“But it annoys you,” I mocked a pout. “And you are a little Malfoy, a bit taller than your father, but young all the same,”

“Who are you calling young? We’re the same age,” His voice raised enough that Pince had to shush him.

“I was born in 1776, I think you’re a little young,”

“1776!?” Draco’s eyes bulged. “But... how? You’re...” Pince hushed him again. I floated down and perched on the desk, trying and failing to contain my laughter.

“Oh, so now you care little Malfoy?” I teased lightly. “What happened to your dismissal of spirits not hours ago?” He didn’t have an answer for that. He just stared and didn’t dare to meet my eyes. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you some time, but you’re going to be late for McGonagall if you don’t get going,”

Flustered, Draco headed out of the library and I watched him go. Knowing that Remus had a class this hour with the infamous Harry Potter, I headed over and perched on a desk in the back.

“Miss Y/n,” Remus acknowledged, “Perhaps you’d like to aid us today as we learn about ghosts and spirits?” Even though he had grown quite a bit over the years, there was still the same shine in his eyes when he was able to teach—even if it wasn’t a rag-tag group of marauders.

“So... you’re a ghost?” A young Hermione asked, a girl who spent a lot of hours in my library.

“Yes,” I smiled at her. “There are different types of ghosts however,”

“Oh, yes, Poltergeists, Funnels, Whisps, Orbs, and Shades,” She said matter-of-factly.

“Exactly, and Hogwarts has them all,” I looked to Remus who nodded for me to continue. “Most of you know that Peeves is a Poltergeist, a trickster loud ghost. Sometimes they were loud and violent, sometimes... well sometimes you have something like Peeves.” The class laughed.

“I’m sure you all have heard of the Grey Lady?” Remus interjected. “Helena Ravenclaw was murdered by the Bloody Baron and spends the rest of her days here at Hogwarts, they are both what we classify as Funnel ghosts. Ghosts who visit loved ones or loved places,”

“What about Whisps?” An intrigued Weasley asked.

“Well, most others are Whisps,” I explained. “Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar, and most others you see strolling about. There is no strict reason that they’re here, other than they chose not to move on, or felt their work on earth was not completed.”

“Orbs are normally the spirits of animals or humans travelling about,” I continued, “They mainly show up in photographs. It wasn’t till after I died that cameras were invented, and they were found,”

“Any what kind of ghost are you?” A shy kid in the back asked. The class of kids turned to me, all expectant.

“I’m a Shade,” I explained. “It means that when I died, I wasn’t meant to. My soul knowing that, remained, and here I am,”

“Shades are very rare in the Wizarding World,” Remus cut in, “Not many are killed before their time, and many of them are very young,”

“Aren’t Shades allowed to come back though?” Hermione asked. “Because they were wrongfully killed? Doesn’t fate allow them another chance?”

Remus and I shared a look. I remembered when he had asked me that same question when he was no more than a third year as well. There was a solemn sorrow in his eyes.

“Yes,” I answered hesitantly. “There is a possibility, but the odds are almost impossible. Most of them have to do around prophecies.”

Class had ended, and Hermione waved as she went to leave. I lingered behind a bit with Remus for old times’ sake. He was one who had always been kind to me. I was one who never judged him for being a werewolf before he found his marauders.

“Sirius escaped from Azkaban,” He whispered softly, his gaze fixed on the papers on his desk. “I... I thought I was over it. Over him. He had my best friends killed,”

Pity flooded my chest as I hovered over to him, my hand ghosting above his.

“That wasn’t your fault Remus...” Was I going to give away the truth that I knew? Or would I keep it a secret? “And it wasn’t Sirius’ either,”

“How can you say that!” Remus slammed his hand on the desk. “He gave away Lily and James’ location! Then he killed Peter!”

“Remus,” I shook my head. “I can’t tell you everything, because it’s not in the stars, but... your friend isn’t who you think he is,”

A quiet moment passed between us and rather than get upset at me like I had thought he would, he spoke softly and surely.

“You’re... you’re saying there’s hope?”

“There’s always hope,” I offered a soft smile. “For all of us... even me,”

“How are you doing with that? The prophecy?” He asked.

I sighed and shook my head. “I might really be stuck like this for the rest of... forever...”

“Is there anything...?”

“No,” I denied softly. “Interfering with a prophecy can ruin it,”

“Can,” Remus stressed. “Not that it will,”

“But is it worth that risk?” I countered. “I could lose my one shot to come back. To be human again,”

“If I could be human again, I’d take any chance I could,” Remus’ eyes held a sadness that very few could sympathize with. One of those was me.

“Perhaps you’re right,” I murmured and let him be, drifting around the halls for a bit then back to the library to think some more and maybe find the right answer.

What I didn’t expect to find however was Draco, fast asleep where we had spoken earlier, draped over a few books and handwritten notes. I hadn’t noticed the late hour, sometimes time did elude me, and the days seemed to run together.

I didn’t want to wake the young Malfoy, instead, I peered at the books underneath him. Potions books, it seemed. Supposing that a Slytherin might have a partiality to Snape’s class, there was no need to question why he’d rather work on this subject than the others. Knowing Pince would chase Draco out of the library if he didn’t wake, my notion to not disturb him fell to the wayside.

“Malfoy!” I whispered loudly. “Draco, wake up!”

It was useless to try and shake him awake, I wasn’t able to. I could however pull the book out from under his resting head. So, I did.

“Bloody hell,” Draco grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “What’d you do that for?”

“You fell asleep?”

“And that was the only way you know how to wake a person?” He snapped, blinking into consciousness.

I gave him a flat look and reached out to touch him. He shied away, but it was in vain because my hand passed right through his material body.

“Oh,” He muttered. “But you can touch the books?”

“Pince and I worked on that together,” I informed him. “Did you think I would spend eternity and not figure out how to read?”

“I... uh,” He stammered, blushing a bit. “How come I’ve never met a ghost like you before?”

“And that means?” I pressed, perching on the desk.

“Well, all of the other ghosts are... I don’t know... stuck in their ways? Not sad about being ghosts? Haven’t kept up on things like reading?”

“You think I’m sad about being a ghost?” I mused.

“I... you—I mean,” He stammered, looking down in embarrassment. “You just seem... optimistically hopeless,” It was almost mumbled through his exhaustion.

“You know those words have opposite meaning, right?” I teased softly. “And... I’m a Shade. I doubt you’ve met another before like me,”

“A Shade?”

“Do you not pay attention in Remus’ class?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t have his class until tomorrow,” Draco dismayed. “And it’s a stupid class anyway,”

“Defense against the dark arts isn’t stupid,” I refuted. “Especially with Remus teaching it,”

“You knew him then... when he went here. Professor Lupin,” Draco noted.

“Yes,” Lost in thought, a quietness passed before I spoke again. “When you learn what a Shade is, you’ll understand,”

“You could just tell me,” Draco whined, listlessly tired.

“But then you won’t pay attention in class,” I smiled. “Go on to bed, Draco. I’m not going anywhere,”

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Draco sulked in bed that night, thinking about you. Thinking about what a Shade was. Of course, he didn’t wait for class in the morning, instead he took out his DADA book and began to read up on ghosts. And he read. And read. And read. And barely found anything about what a Shade was. All that he knew was that you died when before your time. Maybe that was why he saw the sadness in your eyes.

He had every intention to be at Lupin’s class that day, but having Mythical Creatures beforehand, things hadn’t gone as planned.

“There’s always one,” Your voice sounded amused. “Why am I not surprised it was you, Little Malfoy?”

“It was the bloody hippogriff,” Draco snapped back.

“And somehow I don’t think that’s the entire truth,” You mused, hovering at his bedside. Until Pomfrey gave him the clear to leave, he was stuck with you.

“Won’t you just leave me alone?” He groaned, closing his eyes and laying back on the lumpy pillows of the hospital cot.

“Did you not want to learn about Shades? You’re going to miss Remus’ class after all,” The smile he heard in your voice made him look over to you, skeptical.

Your offer was tempting. Very tempting. He didn’t care much about magic other than excelling at it, therefore things that didn’t pertain to his advancement—mythical creatures and the like— held no inkling to him. And yet, you were a mystery he didn’t mind learning about. He wanted to know more about you. And you specifically.

“I guess, since I’m stuck here,” He tried to play it off as nonchalance, but you raised an eyebrow at him, seeing right through his charade.

“Well, Little Malfoy,” You hovered and perched on the end of his bed. “What do you know?”

“I... uh. Shades are people who have died before their time,” He stammered, not sure why he was so nervous.

“Quite,” You nodded. “Anything else?”

“Our book didn’t have anything else,” He admitted.

You went pensive a moment then nodded. “I suppose that you’d learn more about me in Divination than the Dark Arts,”

“Divination? You’ve got to be bloody joking! That class is a circus!” Draco exclaimed, wincing when he moved his arm too much.

“Perhaps,” You didn’t berate him, but seemed to be lost in thought once more. “But all Shades are tied to prophecies.”

“All of them?” Draco pressed.

“The fates understand that these souls left before their time, and give them another chance, a prophecy... to come back and live one more time.”

“So, you have the chance to live again?” His genuine curiosity seemed to shock both of you. “How?”

“If the prophecy is fulfilled, then I get to live again,” You said it as if it were obvious.

“So, why haven’t you, I don’t know... fulfilled it?” Draco asked.

You laughed something sad and soft. “Don’t you think I’ve tried? I’ve read every prophecy, every book, every scribble. I’ve tried everything... after so many centuries, you give up hope and accept your fate,”

“But this wasn’t your fate,” He argued back. “You were meant to live, back then, whatever that life was,”

“Do you know what happened when I was young, before I died, Little Malfoy?” You spoke, and he could hear the age in your voice though you liked no older than he was. It was your sorrow that aged you. He waited for you to continue. “I was born in 1776, the year the Americans went to war with the King of England. At the time we were living in the French countryside with my aunt because my father had gone to fight in the war. He was a general,” A smile ghosted your lips. “My father died in the war... the battle of Yorktown... that’s what it’s called today. Back then it was just a letter and inheritance money that went to my brother,”

“Hang on, you’re saying that your father fought in the American War of Independence? Under the king?”

“So, he can be taught,” You smiled at him. “Yes, the king at the time was a wizard and until parliament and the ministry were born and declared that muggles and wizards should rule themselves. Of course, the ministry was formed in the beginning of that century, but it took the war for them to call the final straw.”

“So, your father died in the war, that doesn’t explain what happened to you,” Draco pointed out, deeply invested.

“Well, tell me, what happened in France after that war ended?”

“The French Revolution,”

Your warm smile had the same effect as the sun. “Yes, and as I said, I was in France at the time, being tutored at home for the summer. Muggle girls weren’t allowed to go to school back then... I travelled to Hogwarts to receive schooling and even then, I was only allowed to learn Herbology and Potions. At least those two classes stayed the same,” You sounded sad and wistful. “But the revolutionists were going for the rich, any sort of rich. And at the time, they saw knowledge as wealth and power, and I had a reputation for being able to read and attending a private school out of the country and well...”

“They killed you because you knew how to read?” Draco distressed, sitting up, enraptured by your tale. “That’s so... stupid,”

“It was. But perhaps it was my own fault, I wouldn’t deny that I could read. I was proud.” Your smile faded again as melancholy settled on your face. “Now it seems that’s all I do. Fate is funny like that...”

“You’re free to go Mr. Malfoy,” Madam Pomfrey’s voice seemed to draw you both from whatever world had been created with your words.

He had to blink a few times to come to grips with the fact that he was currently in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, and not centuries behind, trying to imagine death for the reason of knowledge. There was an awkward moment between the two of you as you both seemed to realize that you were no longer int eh late eighteenth century. You offered a smile and left without another word, a curious look on your face as you left.

That was the last time he saw you that day, and that week for that matter, but he always wondered what you were doing. What were you reading today? What was your prophecy? Was it really as hopeless as you said it was? Was there a reason that he found himself caring?

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“Oh, hello Harry,” I stood from the corner of Remus’ office, intrigued that the young Potter had come. He looked so much like his father that my heart ached for Remus and to imagine what he felt when he saw Harry.

“Y/n,” Harry seemed surprised. “I... uh... you know Professor Lupin?”

“Well I was here when he went to Hogwarts himself, so yes, I’m quite fond of him if you can believe it,” I smiled as Remus eyed the situation.

“Is there something that you needed Harry?” Remus asked, trying to sound professional, but I could hear the sentiment in his voice.

“The map...” Harry turned slightly pink.

A smile grew on my face. “You have the Marauder’s Map?” I almost laughed. “How in the world did you get that? Oh, if your father knew,” I did laugh this time.

Remus shot me a sharp look and Harry looked at me in wonder.

“My father? You knew my father?” The realization seemed to dawn him.

“Yes, well,” Remus interjected sharply. “Don’t get caught again Potter,”

“Why haven’t you told him?” I demanded as soon as Harry left. “Remus, come on, that’s not fair to Harry,”

“I’m not the one to tell him though! I can’t be!” He protested and I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

“Remus, I’ve known you a long time. And I’ve known James and Lily. They would want you to talk to him. They would want you apart of his life,” I argued, or perhaps encouraged softly.

“Maybe you’re right,” Remus mumbled.

“Of course, I am,” I smiled. “It’ll work out Re, with Sirius, and with Harry,”

“I hope you’re right,”

I left him to his thoughts and on my way to the library, I was ambushed by the younger Potter. Not that I wasn’t expecting it, I knew that Harry would have questions for me as soon as he knew I knew his father.

“Hello Harry,” I smiled.

“You know about my dad,” He burst out, hope in his eyes and tone.

“And your mother,” I smiled and perched on the windowsill nearby.

“Can you tell me about them? Please?” His eyes went glossy with tears that he blinked away.

“Your mother was bold, but still kind and gentle. She looked out for the little guy. She rooted for the underdog and protected the younger years of any House. She was always kind to me. Her and Remus both.” The memory was fond, if it was a memory. Did ghosts have memories after they were dead?

“And my dad?” He clung to every word.

“He... was a bit like you. Always finding trouble whether it was his fault or not. Totally deserved to be smacked a few times... but the war changed him. He grew up rather quickly. Into a protective caring young man. Almost everyone had eyes for him, but he only saw your mother,”

“Do... you think they would be proud of me?” His gaze dropped to his beat-up sneakers.

“Harry,” I called his attention. “You’re their son, they’ll always be proud of you,”

“But—”

“No buts,” I interjected. “That’s all it takes for you to make them proud, I promise,”

He nodded and mumbled a thanks before taking off toward the Gryffindor dorm. Finding solace in the library, I began to read again. Maybe a week had passed. Perhaps two. I wasn’t sure. I was so wrapped up in my books that I became lost to time. Until a blond-haired boy came in, his nose stuck in a book.

“I was wondering when I’d see you again Little Malfoy,” I smiled, from my perch in the library. He didn’t acknowledge me, causing me to frown. “Draco?” I ghosted down and perched on the table next to him. “Are you ghosting a ghost?”

Though he ignored me I could see the smile that twitched at his lips. That gave me little hope. “Is everything alright?” I asked, genuine concern coloring my voice.

“Ask Potter,” Draco snapped. “You seem to fancy him lately,”

“Excuse me?” I was taken aback. “Harry? He just wanted to know about his parents, that’s all,”

Draco frowned at this and he finally looked at me. “His parents?”

“Yes,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like he has a lot of people who know his parents and are willing to tell him anything. Dumbledore has made almost everyone vow not to talk to him, but what good is a vow to someone who’s already in the grave?” I shrugged. “Poor kid knows nothing,”

“I...” Draco didn’t seem to have the words. Instead he looked back down at his book. I smiled and rolled my eyes at his antics.

“If you care that much, you are still my favorite Little Malfoy,” His cheeks tinged pink and I laughed. “You’re something else Malfoy, you know that?”

“Says the girl who died for admitting that she could read instead of lying,” He raised an eyebrow at me. I chuckled and shrugged.

“Says the boy who avoided me for what, two weeks, because I talked to a boy about his dead parents,” I mused.

“It wasn’t two weeks,” Draco grumbled. “Nine days,”

“Oh, forgive me,” I laughed. “Nine days.”

He smiled and looked back down at his notes. I think it was the first time I had ever seen him smile and not sneer.

“So, nine days,” He prompted. “I assume you haven’t left the library... read anything interesting?”

I laughed and somehow the hours passed as Draco and I spoke about books and stories we had read as kids, and the ones we were currently invested in. It shocked me to know that he was an avid reader, of fantasy novels, nonetheless. Though I had read just about everyone that he had mentioned, there were a few that I added to my mental list of his that I said I would check out. He seemed sincerely happy at my interest of the books he read.

“Father thought they were childish,” He muttered when I asked him about it. “Fairytales and fantasies,”

“That’s stupid,” I scoffed, and Draco gaped at me, aghast that I would dare to call something his father said ‘stupid.’ It made me pause. “You... you know you don’t have to always agree with your parents,”

His gaze cast downward. “I don’t want to disappoint them,”

My face furrowed. “You’re they’re son, that’s enough for them to be proud,”

“You don’t know my parents,” He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “I think the last time they were proud of me, is when I was sorted into Slytherin.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” I protested.

“You don’t know my parents,” Draco argued again.

“I do,” I retorted. “Or I did,”

The notion seemed to dawn on Draco as he stared up at me with wonder in his eyes.

“You did,” He realized. “Can you tell me about them... have they always been so...”

“Strict?” I offered.

“Suffocating,” Draco supplied.

I pressed my lips together and thought a moment.

“Your father, perhaps. I never spoke to him much, and he never paid me mind. But you mother,” I smiled at the memories that came flooding back. “She was bold, cunning. She loved her sisters with a fierce passion.” My smile. “The three of them were some of the brightest witches I’d ever seen,” I glanced over to him. “You have her eyes, her same spirit,”

A smile drew on his lips as his face turned a soft shade of pink. “Do you know that because you’re a ghost?” He mused.

“No, I’m just a girl who can read character pretty well. After seeing so many faces pass through here, and reading so many stories, there are those who stand out and stay with you. Your mother... she stood out to me. And I can see her in your eyes,” My demeanor softened as I realized the words I was saying and if I could have, I would have blushed.

“Thank you,” He whispered as the clock chimed a late hour.

“You should head back,” I sighed softly. “Get some rest,”

“Why don’t I ever see you near the Slytherin dorm?” Draco asked, gathering his things.

“I’d rather not cross paths with the Baron,” I admitted.

“The Baron? Why?” Draco frowned; his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Never you mind,” I smiled. “Get to bed Little Malfoy,”

“Don’t call me that,” He grumbled, trudging out of the library.

The night progressed as did the month and I went from one book to another, soon searching for a book I hadn’t in a long time. My diary from when I was alive. Published as its own book that I had found a few decades ago. Tucked into the pages was what held my fate. My prophecy.

I went to the shelf in which I knew my book had its home, but it wasn’t there. Instead a sliver of time carved away by my missing book. Drifting over to Pince I asked her about where my book had gone. She told me that Malfoy had checked it out and had it for about a week—since the day we spent in the infirmary together.

For the first time in a long time I felt... embarrassed that my story and thoughts were on display for anyone to read. I never cared before, but this felt different.

Cursing the late hour, I knew that there was no way to get to Draco now. The Bloody Baron was protective about other ghosts coming into the Slytherin dorms. I’d have to find him in the morning then. I considered loitering outside the Slytherin portrait, but I also did not want to go anywhere near the Bloody Baron. I had heard and read enough.

So instead I headed to the Astronomy Tower to watch the stars again, having silent conversations with them, wondering if they’d ever grant me life again.

“You’re glowing,”

The voice startled me enough that I actually jumped. The irony of scaring a ghost. I turned to see Draco behind me, his eyes glued to my shimmering skin.

“Yes, all ghosts do it under the moon and stars,” I noted. “By the way, can I have my book back?” I stood, going over to him.

“Your book?” He questioned.

“My book,” I restressed. “My diary? That you have from the library? The one that has my—” I stopped myself.

“Your prophecy.” Draco finished, offering me the book that he had drawn from his robes. “Yeah, I know.”

I stared at him curiously, pulling the book back into the security of my arms, where it belonged. That uncertain feeling returned to my chest.

“You know it’s rude to read a girl’s diary,” I retorted, defensive.

“It’s a published book in the library, anyone can read it,” Draco rolled his eyes. I gave him a flat look and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “So, have you figured out what it means?”

I sighed softly and shook my head in defeat. “The only thing I’m sure of is the great star is Sirius,”

“Sirius, like Sirius Black? Escaped Azkaban criminal?” Draco exasperated.

“Well, the star is his name sake. But I’m sure you of all people know that Draco,” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Your family has a knack for celestial namesakes. If I remember correctly, Sirius is your mother’s cousin,”

“What?” Draco demanded. “No! There is no way!”

“Draco,” I reached out for him in vain as he paced in anger and confusion. “Draco will you calm down?” I nearly shouted.

“Calm down!? How can I when I know that I’m related to that criminal!?” He demanded.

“Sirius isn’t a criminal!” I argued back. “He didn’t kill Peter or those people!” I gasped, covering my mouth in shame, my eyes wide. That was a secret that I wasn’t supposed to tell.

“What do you mean he didn’t kill those people?” Draco sneered, stalking up to me.

“I—I’m not supposed to...” I took a step back, ghostly tears welling in my eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to... Merlin,” I cried, sliding to the ground.

Draco’s demeanor changed from anger to worried and concerned. Not that I noticed through my distress. I felt as if I had just betrayed one of my best friends.

“Y/n, what... what in the world are you talking about?” Draco asked sitting beside me, a failed attempt to reach out and comfort me.

“I promised. I promised I wouldn’t tell what I knew until the time was right,” I sobbed. “Bloody hell, he’ll never trust me again,” I squeaked.

“Who?” Draco demanded.

I looked at him, wide eyed with fear, shaking my head softly. “I... I can’t. I’m sorry Draco,”

I dematerialized and rematerialized in a quiet portion of the castle grounds, away from the rest of the students, among the woods. The trees welcomed me and the further I walked in, the less tied to the castle I felt. I came to a lake and sat beside it. Crying tears that would never fall in my undead state, I stared at the water and my lack of reflection.

“I’m so sorry Sirius,” I wept softly. “I didn’t mean to tell him... I was just defending you,”

“I’m surprised you kept the secret this long,”

Again, I jumped, startled by the voice behind me.

“Hey there Spooks,” Sirius gave a lopsided smile, the years in Azkaban resting in his eyes and in the lines on his face.

“Sirius,” I gasped. “What are you doing? It’s not safe here!” I protested.

“I couldn’t leave my girl to cry, now could I?” He smirked, before his expression sobered.

“You should,” I sniffed. “I’m so sorry Sirius, it slipped out,”

“I know,” He held his hands up in a calming effort. “I knew it would, and it’s okay. Who did you tell? It wasn’t Moony was it?”

“No,” I looked down. “But you need to tell him Sirius, he deserves to know,”

“He won’t even talk to me. He thinks that I betrayed James and Lily and killed all of his friends,” Sirius toed at the dirt—the same tick he had in his Hogwarts years when he had been caught in a lie or prank.

“But you didn’t,” I protested. “He still loves you Sirius, I can see it in his eyes and when he talks about you and James...”

“He—no,” Sirius shook his head. “That’s not for you to worry about,”

“Do not make me mother you,” I threatened. “Talk to Remus,”

“I will,” Sirius sighed. “When the time is right,”

“As a girl who’s waited for centuries for the right time... talk to him as soon as you can,” There was a pity-filled look on his face that I brushed off.

“Any luck with that? Your prophecy?” He seemed almost hopeful.

“No,” I sighed. “But there is one who took the time to ask this year. Like Remus did his first year,” The memory was a soft spot for both of us.

“You were his first friend,” Sirius smiled at the same memory. “So, who is it this year?”

“Little Malfoy,”

Sirius snorted. “We both know you don’t have a sense of humor, drop the act,”

“I’m ser—” He gave me a look and I paused to rephrase. “I’m telling the truth. It was Draco who asked, who read my diary, and knows about the prophecy,” I hesitated. “He’s also the one I told,” My gaze dropped to the ground waiting for the backlash.

“Malfoy!?” Sirius demanded. “You told Malfoy!?”

“I’m sorry! I told you I was sorry!” I shouted back, bristling, feeling my body shudder. Sirius seemed to notice and took a few paces away and composed himself.

I dared to speak. “All he knows is that you didn’t kill Peter. That’s all. I’m so sorry Sirius,” I turned, and he was gone. “Fine! Leave!” I shouted. “Like always... like everyone...”

I let out a scream of frustration that was carried away with the wind. Letting out a sigh of defeat I wandered up to the castle again.

“Y/n?” For the third time tonight, I jumped at the call of my name. It was Draco again.

“Draco, look,” I started. “I...”

“No,” He stopped me softly. “I’m sorry... I...” He shook his head and took off down the hall towards the Slytherin dorms. Chasing after him, he was too far gone, and I was face to face with the Baron.

“Oh, could this night get any worse?” I shouted to no one in particular. “I don’t mean to trespass, apologies.”

“Stay out of my territory and away from my students, you little harlot,” The Baron sneered.

“Gladly,” I growled back. “Arse,” I muttered as I ghosted back to the upper levels of the castle.

Utterly lost on what to do, I found myself by the Black Lake, staring up at the moon and stars. I stayed there until the sun rose over the dark waters, painting the valleys in a golden light. I remained there, watching the sun and moon dance in the sky in an unchangeable waltz that continued for eternity.

“They said you were out here,”

I didn’t jump this time at the sound of his voice as the moon rose to her duet again.

“Hello, Draco,” I murmured softly. “Come to watch the stars with me?”

“Sure,” I could hear the smile in his voice as he sat beside me on the bank of the lake, the only sound was the music of the night, the lake lapping at the small beach, and his gentle breaths.

“I... I’m really sorry,” He murmured softly. “For that night, I didn’t mean to get so angry. I wasn’t upset with you...” Silence fell softly between us. “My parents never told me... I wrote to my mother...” My eyes widened as I gazed over at him, his pale skin almost having the same affect that mine did in the moon light. “I never knew...”

“I’m sorry,” I offered.

“Merlin don’t apologize to me,” He laughed hopelessly.

“Well I did sort of freak out on you, so... sorry.”

He shrugged and his gaze fixed on the moonlit water. “My father thinks it’s absurd that I’m talking to you... and I think my mother is slightly worried about me for it,”

“Any particular reason?” I mused.

“Father has always been against those different than him in any way... my mother probably worries that I’m not making friends...talking to ghosts...” A smile toyed at his lips at the mention of his mother.

“Are we not friends then?” I teased lightly, causing him to laugh.

“Sure,” He rolled his eyes at me, this time causing me to laugh. “Do you miss them?” He asked after a quiet moment.

“Who?”

“Your parents... your family?” He seemed almost afraid to ask.

I pondered the question. “Yes, sometimes... but I’ve spent a lot of years wasting tears that will never fall over people I can never see again... you move on and learn to live after a while... well as much as a ghost can live,”

“You can’t cry, can you?” He came to the fact easier and saner than most did.

I shook my head. “I can feel bitter sorrow, the worst loss, but I can never shed a tear,” I chuckled humorlessly. “The irony, I have the most to mourn and I can’t even cry,”

“I’m sorry,”

I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time without being able to cry... just reminds me that I’ll never be quite human again,”

“But you could be,” He had more hope than I ever had about the fact.

“Yeah,” I scoffed. “That stupid prophecy,”

“I don’t think it’s stupid,”

“You’ve haven’t spent centuries wondering what it meant,” I argued back:

“In the days when evil lurks around every corner;

The condemned will become innocent;

And the innocent will become condemned;

True love can reanimate a deceased heart;

Under the star of Great Dog;

She will become alive as time is altered;

Two souls will be set free that day as the star takes her place.”

“True love,” I scoffed again; my lips pressed together. “Like some sort of stupid fairytale,”

“I thought you said that fairytales weren’t stupid,” Draco raised an eyebrow at me smirking.

“They’re not,” I rolled my eyes. “Believing that there’s true love out there to save me? That’s stupid,”

“Then maybe there’s no hope for any of us,” Draco sighed. “If someone like you can’t find true love, where’s the hope for the rest of us,”

A smile ghosted me lips at his words as I looked over to him, his eyes still trained on the water.

“You’re really sweet sometimes, you know that Malfoy?” His eyes darted to mine as his cheeks tinged pink.

“Will you come back inside?” He asked softly. “The library isn’t as interesting without you there,”

“Sure,” I smiled warmly at him.

Fall turned to winter turned to spring, and Draco and I spent a lot more time together than I cared to admit. He was almost easier to talk to than anyone else I had met. And that was saying something, because I knew Remus Lupin, who was fascinated with my fascination of the young Malfoy.

But all the same, I found myself crave Draco’s company more and more and cursing the Baron for not letting me see him while he was in his dorm. It was rough when he came down with a cold and I wasn’t able to see him for a week. No number of books could distract me from the fact that he wasn’t there to talk to. That he wasn’t here to talk to me. I had never missed anyone like this before.

But when he felt better, we’d press curfew to mere minutes just to get another word in with each other. Then he’d have to be human and I’d have to remember that I didn’t belong in his world and never could. It didn’t stop me, however, from finding and talking to him the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Then there was a day in late spring that caught my attention as Sirius had finally gotten to Harry and his friends, but things had gone from bad to worse as I watched the scene unfold, doing the only thing I could think of, I spirited away to find Remus. He would know what to do, he would know how to help.

After I had explained what I had seen, Remus grabbed his wand and took off towards the Whomping Willow. I followed him, and as soon as I left the castle, I felt the dark presence of the dementors around me.

“No!” I shouted, going up to meet them, and for the first time in a long time gave into my spiritual power, long enough to hold them off and let Remus pass through safely.

I hovered over the Shrieking Shack, keeping the dementors as bay, away from Sirius, away from Remus. They didn’t dare to go near my pure light that was amplified by the full moon. Soon I saw the three of them emerge, Peter in chains, when the light of the full moon hit my little Remus.

With a cry of desperation, I did my best to keep the dementors away as I watched the horrors unfold before me before I couldn’t take it any long and chased after Remus, who was not a wolf into the wood.

“Remus!?” I shouted; my voice lost with the wind. “Remus, it’s me! Please come out!” I caught sight of Hermione and Harry and gestured that they should leave, and quickly. “Remus!?”

I heard a growl and turned, seeing golden scared eyes.

“Hey,” I cooed softly. “You’re alright, you can’t hurt me,”

A pained howl left his lips.

“I know,” I replied. “But you’re going to be alright, let get you back, yeah? To Prongs and Pads, they’re waiting for you.” Tears I wanted to cry weren’t shed at the pitiful heartbreaking whine that left his lips.

But he let me lead him back to the Shrieking Shack all the same. I stayed with him until McGonagall and Dumbledore came. There was a soft thank you from the both of them. I drifted back to the castle, pacing in anxiety.

“Y/n?” It was Draco’s voice. I turned.

“Draco, it’s not safe!” I squeaked. “What are you doing out of bed!?”

“I had to see you,” He confessed. “There are rumors, about Black and Lupin... I thought you’d... Are you alright?”

“Draco, really,” I glanced around, cursing that I couldn’t drag him inside to where it was safer. “It’s not safe for you out here,”

“Bloody hell, Y/n, what about you!?”

“I’m already dead! So, unless you’d like to join me!” I shouted, realizing after the fact what I had said. “Draco, I didn’t mean that,”

“You’re keeping things from me,” It was a broken accusation. “About Sirius, about Remus,”

“Draco, please,” I pulled away. “I... I have to go, I have to make sure that he’s alright,” My eyes trailed up to the top of the tower, knowing that I may have been the reason that Sirius was in chains again.

“No!” Draco shouted, drawing my attention.

He had never demanded anything of me before, not like this. It wasn’t the fact that he told me to stop, it was the notion that he had found his own voice in it that caused me to pause. I waited for him to continue.

“I’ve spent all year, all of my three years here, knowing you, and getting to know you and I’m not going to let you walk away again! I want to know! I don’t want this you can’t tell me act. If anyone, you can tell me. Can’t you trust me? Please,” His voice broke, unshed tears in his eyes.

“Draco,” My non-material heart broke a bit as he stood before me, vulnerable. Shaking and terrified I nodded. “Remus... is a werewolf. Sirius is an Animagus. Peter betrayed the Potters, and Sirius went to confront him. Peter faked his death and killed all those people and it was blamed on Sirius...” In my nervousness I began to ramble:

“...and Sirius and Remus confronted Peter tonight and Harry and his friends were there and I had to fight off dementors so that Sirius would be okay because I couldn’t bear to see him get hurt for something he didn’t do and then I had to go and help Remus because it’s a full moon and he won’t hurt me but for the love of merlin he will hurt you so will you please go inside!”

Draco gaped at me, in utter disbelief.

“Please Draco, go inside,”

“Only if you come with me,” He recovered.

My thoughts for Sirius were forgotten as I took a step closer to him. Instead, all I could see and focus on was the heartbreak on his face and the hand that he held out for me. A hand that I wanted to accept but knew that I couldn’t because I would phase right through him. Never had I loathed being dead so much but in that moment when all I wanted to do was comfort him.

For the first time in almost two hundred years, tears slid down my cheeks. I barely noticed.

“Please,” His voice shook as did his hand as it remained extended to me. “Please, Y/n,”

The moon fell behind the mountains as the sun shed her first light onto us.

And with reckless abandon, I reached out for him, for his hand. In desperation and false hope, closing my eyes, knowing my heart would never break more that in the next few moments for not being a part of his world.

Then my hand felt softness and warmth.

I gasped and jerked back, and Draco seemed to realize this as I did.

“You just...” He stammered.

“I...” Trembling, I held my hand up, the sunlight no longer passing through it but refracting off of it. I finally reached up and felt the wetness of tears on my cheeks as I gasped in pure joy.

“I’m human,” I laughed, “I’m human!” I marveled at my rosy skin and the soft green fabric of my dress as I felt the grass beneath my feet. After a moment, I, at last, looked to Draco, who seemed to be frozen in a state of wonder and disbelief, and almost... scared.

“Draco,” I called softly, “It’s me,” I offered my hand to him, the grin not leaving my face.

“You’re... and...”

I nodded and smiled, taking a step closer to him. “Not scared of ghosts, are you?” I teased softly.

He finally laughed and took my hand, pulling me close, into the comfort of his arms. I began to cry again because for the first time in two hundred and fifty years, I was hugged. I clung to him, my fingers marveling at the softness of his shirt, trailing up into his hair.

“Merlin,” Draco pulled away softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,”

Before I could ask him what he meant—or argue that I had been waiting longer than he ever had—he pressed his lips to mine, and in that moment, I swear I could have died all over again in his arms.

In the days when evil lurks around every corner,

The condemned will become innocent,

And the innocent will become condemned.

True love can reanimate a deceased heart,

Under the star of Great Dog,

She will become alive as time is altered;

Two souls will be set free that day as the star takes her place.

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matthewtkachuk · 3 years

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just put your sweet lips on my lips

When Tyson accidentally tells the boys that not only are you his date to the charity event, but also his girlfriend, he enlists your help to fool them and keep from spilling the truth. The only problem? He wants to kiss you like real people do

pairing: tyson jost x reader

warnings: fake dating

word count: 2.4k

a/n: for @laurenairay for @antoineroussel ’s summer fic exchange. i love both of you dearly and hope this is something you (and everyone else!) enjoys! special thanks to lauren herself for the idea to rewrite this blurb from josty’s pov and demi for proofreading the heck out of it

Tyson doesn’t mean to do it.

It’s just - one second Sammy and Comph are teasing him about you and his singleness and the fact that he’s not going to have anyone to bring with him next weekend, the next the lies are falling from his lips like April rain. Instead of May flowers, though, they bring about silence in the ordinarily rowdy locker room. Even EJ has shut his mouth, a sight rarer than him actually wearing his fake teeth.

“You’ve what?” There’s no mistaking the disbelief in JT’s voice, nor the identical looks being shared behind him. Tyson knows he should really backpedal here, say it just slipped out, tell the truth which is to say he hasn’t made a single step of progress with you. He doesn’t, though.

Maybe he likes the silence, maybe he revels in the shock written clear as day across every teammate’s face, maybe he thinks this is some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy of a romantic comedy and this is just some hijinks on the way to happiness. Whatever the reason, it propels Tyson to shrug with a half grin on his face as he speaks. “We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks, and she already agreed to go with me. So, no, Sammy, you don’t need to try and set me up with your cousin.”

He kind of blacks out after that, suffocated by his own actions and the harsh slaps delivered to his back by the boys. It’s autopilot then, the way he finishes dressing and slips out of the dressing room, trying to ignore the look in his captain’s eyes. It’s really not until he’s halfway home that it occurs to him that he’s gone and put himself, and you, in a terrible situation. Josty’s really a glass half full kind of guy, but even he’s gotta admit the glass is empty and he’s parched in the middle of a desert.

Kacey laughs for a full minute when he calls her in a panic ten minutes later as it really sets in. Pacing a hole in the floor of his apartment, he can’t help the way he barks at her that it’s ‘really not that funny’. She’s not deterred, though; two decades of being his little sister means she knows him better than he probably knows himself. She can handle his diva behavior, knows what to say to calm him down and help him see the other side of any issue. Above all, though, she’s his younger sibling and so she can’t help the giggly way she asks him finally, “What the hell are you gonna do, Tys?”

He all but growls at that, one hand flying to tug on his unruly curls while the other grips his phone like a lifeline. “I don’t know, Kacey, why do you think I called you?”

“Don’t get snippy with me,” she tells him without an ounce of malice in her tone, “I’m not the one who told an entire locker room of my teammates that I was dating the girl I’ve been pining after for an entire year with no progress. Have you even spoken with her one on one, well, ever?”

Tyson sputters a bit, annoyance fading into something more akin to shy embarrassment as he realizes the answer is somewhere between ‘kind of’ and ‘not really?’ The truth is, one on one would be a bit of a stretch - you’re friends, sure, but not anymore than you’re friends with any other guy on the team. Certainly less than Gabe and Mel, considering it was through Mel that you’d met any of them at all. Probably less than Cale, who you naturally gravitated towards in social situations, your twin demeanours like opposite sides of a magnetized object.

He doesn’t need to have spent time with you one on one to recognize he’s crazy about you, about your kind eyes and kinder heart. The soft smile on your face when you hold his captain’s children, or grin at a child in a too-big Jost jersey that has Tyson thinking about things like wraparound porches and state of the art barbecues. You are just, honest to God, a good person, someone who spreads kindness like it was your day job, someone who makes every single room you enter brighter. How could Tyson not fall head over heels, jumping from the airplane with no parachute on, swinging for the fucking fences in love with you?

“Does it matter? I need your help here, Kace.”

She takes pity on him then, the teasing bordering on torture the longer she lets him stew in it, the whine in his voice a dead giveaway that’s more than frustrated now. And so she sighs, “Have you thought about telling her the truth?” The stammering and stumbling are less cute now than they were before, more akin to a clogged tailpipe than anything endearing. “I don’t mean tell the poor thing you’re in love with her; ask her to pretend to be your girlfriend and date. If she’s half the person you’ve made her out to be, I don’t think she’ll leave you hanging like that.”

That’s how he ends up at your office the next morning with a large bouquet of flowers and a shirt with a collar that feels too stiff against his neck. It’s a battle to resist the urge to prod and pull at it, but he’s quickly caught up in a different battle - in the form of a five foot nothing admin assistant with big blue eyes and a lovesick smile asking what he’s doing here. Her mood quickly turns sour as she leads him further back to your desk, where you just stare at him open mouthed for a moment.

“Th-these are for you,” he stutters out finally after a moment or two of silence. Your smile all but steals his breath, scattering his thoughts about like the knick knacks on your desk and making him forget his reason for showing up unannounced.

“What’s the occasion?” you ask, placing the vase on your desk such that the sunlight hits the petals just right. “It’s not my birthday or anything else important that I’ve forgotten is it?” He laughs, probably a shade too loud or too insincere judging by the slight crease of your eyebrows.

“I need a favor. Kind of a big one.” When you nod at him to keep going he sighs, finally succumbing into the urge to tug on his stiff collar. “I need you to come with me to the gala next weekend and I kindofneedyoutopretendtobemygirlfriend.”

You blink at him stupidly, brain choosing now to take its sweet time processing the auditory and sensory information that it's just been fed. “You want me to what? Why?”

“Look, the boys were teasing me and it just kind of slipped out. I- I know this was a lot, don’t worry I’ll just go I-” he starts backpedalling the way he probably should have yesterday after practice - Tyson’s always been a bit slow on the uptake generally, but he typically gets there eventually. You’re quicker than him, probably always have been, and so it shouldn’t be a surprise that you stand abruptly from your desk chair and grasp his wrist.

“I’ll do it.”

Tyson’s so caught up in the feeling of your skin against his and the rush of knowing it’s his arm you’ll be entering the gala on he forgets to account for how it’s all going to feel knowing it’s fake.

Or, of course, what will happen if it all goes wrong.

As you answer the door to an apartment he’s never been to before, quickly yet carefully placing delicate stud earrings in your earlobes, Tyson realizes he failed to account for one more very, very important thing. Just how good you would look in a floor length, navy blue dress that he’d paid for. It’s not the first time you’ve taken his breath away, not even close, but it just may be the first time you’re aware of it happening. Concern flits across your face briefly before he’s grinning at you, “You look - wow - you look amazing.” Your resulting grin is so blinding, Tyson thinks it could light up all of downtown Denver in even the darkest blackout.

He hopes you can’t feel the way his hand shakes ever so subtly against the small of your back as he leads you into the building. Your hand is wrapped around his bicep, the subtle glitter effect of your manicured nails catching the light just so every few steps. For a moment he lets himself believe it’s real - that he’d somehow managed to man up weeks ago and ask you out, that you’d said yes against all the odds, that it was going well enough for this charity event to be the first team function you were attending together.

It’s not though, and that thought is enough of a punch to the gut that he abandons you briefly in order to seek out a drink. He can’t help the way his eyes are trained on your form though. You don’t look uncomfortable, blending in with the other wives and girlfriends seamlessly throughout the night. Even as he gets caught by yet another important donor who wants to discuss how well his season’s been going, you never once look like you’re in need of rescuing.

Tyson would, though, rescue you if you needed it.

As it stands, it’s looking more and more like it’s Tyson himself who is playing the part of damsel in distress. Every time he turns around, someone’s got something to say. From EJ clapping him on the back with a ‘totally thought you were bullshitting us, kid’ to Cale’s attempt at a staredown to Comph’s downright embarrassing eyebrow wiggle. Sammy keeps smirking at him and Gabe looks suspicious and it’s all just a lot - the comments, the side eyes, all of it.

It’s got him seeking out your warmth and protection - whether you know it or not - wrapping his arm around your waist or gripping your hand or your thigh during dinner. He pulls you to the dancefloor with gentle hands warm on your waist, your body his shield and armor away from the prying eyes and jeering smiles of his teammates and brothers. Half a minute staring into your eyes, with you wrapped around him like a vine has the entire room melting away.

Tyson knows he’s got it bad when the sight of you speaking with his captain’s wife has him imagining all kinds of possibilities. There’s no way to describe his face lighting up with a grin other than as a man almost entirely in love.

It’s probably some lethal combination of that look and the general asshole behavior of his teammates that results in you and him being cornered later in the evening. Tyson knows they’re up to no good if the expression Sammy’s wearing is any indication. There’s a shit eating grin on his face as he saunters over to the two of you, crowing something about it ‘being time already’ that makes Tyson’s already fragile heart beat a little faster in anxiety.

Things move in slow motion then, every second seems to last a lifetime, the boys’ voices are slow and deep as someone urges him to kiss you. There’s a wild panic in your eyes, perfectly matching the feeling in his chest, yet somehow he’s able to cool his expression, betraying very little of his own internal turmoil. You meet Mel’s eyes with a hysterical glance, but Tyson doesn’t see hesitance there mixed alongside it, nor does he spot disinterest. It’s enough to have him mumbling for you to relax, his warm hand cupping your neck and pulling you in closer.

Physically, you relax into his touch but the look in your eyes just won’t leave. And so he leans a little closer, whispers “We’re just kissing like real people do,“ softly, and presses his lips to yours. It’s nothing spectacular in the eyes of your spectators, but it’s fucking everything to Tyson. Just one kiss, just one touch, and he knows he’ll never be able to let this go. Wonders if he’ll ever be able to let you go. You could break his heart, tarnish his good name, wreck his car, destroy his very life and yet he’d still be so unbelievably gone for you.

It’s startling and scary and wonderful and - and evidently enough to make you run away under the guise of needing air. On his way to follow you, Mel grabs him by the arm impatiently. She doesn’t say much more than, “Treat her right,” but she doesn’t need to. Tyson knows what he wants and what he wants is you.

You’re shivering a little in the night air, and if he thought you’d accept it, he’d offer you his jacket. He’s not really certain of anything outside of his own feelings for you right now, worries he might be muddling up what you really feel with the way his heart beats out of his chest at the sight of you. It’s silent, almost deadly so, and he wonders for the first time tonight if he’s gone and really screwed things up. It’s so evidently clear that you’re struggling with something, possibly and probably some things if he’s honest.

Finally you settle on a quiet, yet purposeful, “Why?” and it’s all he can do to not throw himself at you entirely. As it stands, he slowly moves closer to you, hands curling around you like you were the most precious item on earth, and to Tyson, truly you were.

The second kiss is softer than the first, sweeter, too, and full of promises and explanations, thoughts he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to put into words appropriately. He hopes you can read it all, every up and every down, every possible future, every hope and dream and wish.

His heart falls when you pull away, a soft “this isn’t real,” escaping your pouted lips. You don’t look like you mean it, though, not with your hands on his chest and the soft puffs of your breath hanging in the air between you. He shakes his head, a million and one things dying on the tip of his tongue.

“We’re real people,” he promises, kissing you like they do.

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dreamgothgirl · 2 years

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Get Well Soon

Modern! Levi X Modern! GN! Reader

Note: Hope you like this little comfort fic! I’ve been recovering from the side affects of my COVID booster shot and since a lot of people have been catching the real thing lately, I figured this would help make it somewhat bearable I guess? Happy reading! :3

“Damn. Your fever’s lessened but it still hasn’t broken just yet. If it’s still bad tomorrow, I’m taking you to the hospital,” Levi said as he looked at the thermometer.

You adjusted the cold towel on your forehead and sighed, “Uggh, fine. Man, I was really looking forward to Historia’s party too.”

Your boyfriend scoffed and stood up, “You know she’ll understand and that she’ll throw more in the future. You can miss one.”

The smell of the soup he’d been making filled the house and made your stomach growl and an excited smile appear on your face, ‘Awe hell yeah.’

As Levi walked back in holding two bowls, he quickly set them down on the nightstand as you struggled to sit up to assist your achy and fatigued person. Your skin broke into goosebumps, which of course didn’t go past Levi. Your boyfriend unfolded your favorite plush blanket that was sat on the loveseat by your window and draped it over your shoulders. You smiled, “Thank you, my love.”

He stopped for a second, unsure how to respond to the compliment, and handed you your bowl instead, “Eat. If you start feeling nauseous then take a break. I can always save it, alright?”

You huffed and nodded with a small pout, “Yeah, yeah,” a chuckle escaped your lips as you held the spoon up to your mouth, “Still too shy to respond to names, huh?”

Levi sneered a bit and grabbed his own bowl, “Shut up.”

You glared at him and aggressively blew a kiss at him before eating, “No, you.”

After lunch, Levi sat beside you in a chair, (wearing a mask of course) and typed away at his computer as he completed your work. He finished all of his the day before, which wasn’t surprising to you in the slightest, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty. The sounds of his keyboard in the silence of your shared bedroom lulled you to sleep.

Levi stopped working after about an hour or so for a quick tea break. At least that was the plan. Instead, when he looked over at you, he couldn’t help but stare for what felt like hours. The peaceful expression he loved to wake up to every morning was now a scrunched up stuffy/runny nose and a furrowed brow accompanied by subtle panting.

He hated seeing you like this. Though he knew it wouldn’t last forever and he did like feeling weird if he was helping you get better, he despised seeing you so miserable. The only reason he wasn’t lying beside you was because you didn’t want to get him sick. You’d told him that a mask would only do so much for him and that you preferred him to be in the guest room instead, but of course he refused. It surprised you considering what a germaphobe he was on top of being a clean freak.

But for you, he would do anything. Including risk his life in the most dramatic of situations if need be. So to him, a mere illness was hardly a risk. Even if he got sick, as long as you were well, he didn’t care. Levi stood up and gently put a hand on your cheek, ‘Not bad. Looks like you’re starting to sweat it out some more. Good.’

Before Levi left to finally make his favorite tea and your favorite drink, he gave you a small kiss on the top of your head before resting his forehead on your temple, whispering, “Get well soon…my love.”

And with that, you smiled subtlety with your eyes still closed as his footsteps faded away.

#levi x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #fan fiction #levi ackerman #comfort #gender neutral reader #sickfic

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ko-riacchi · 3 years

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Pairing: Shigaraki x F!Reader Genre: Smut, Angst Length: 4,3k

WARNINGS: NONCON!

Thank you to @cultbabyyy who read through it as soon as I was done And thank you to @kazooli whose fics made me realize that I can write whatever the fuck I want

(Inspired by Yagami Yato’s Shigaraki Pt.3 audio)

Tomura was a man-child. Which meant that when he had a new toy, he couldn’t help himself but to rub it in other people’s faces that he had something that they – in fact – no longer had.

The room was dimly lit, most of the light coming from the computer screen and the various sources of blue light stemming from the computer tower, mouse and keyboard.

Tomura sat in his computer chair, arms possessively wrapped around your form and you wriggled and squirmed in his grip, trying to get loose.

“Now, now,” Tomura rasped into your ear. “Don’t struggle too much. You wouldn’t want any accidents to happen, now would you?”

Your face scrunched up and you bit your lip, knowing exactly what Tomura could do to you – even accidentally – and you stilled in his grasp.

His right hand left your figure now that you were placated and grabbed the computer mouse, the sound of it clicking reverberating through the otherwise quiet room.

You weren’t particularly interested in whatever he was doing on his computer, so you let your eyes wander through the room. You needed to find a way to get out of this situation, this room and especially this dangerous hold that he had over you.

You knew that the first two were comparatively easy to achieve, once you had successfully managed to pull off the latter one. After all, you hadn’t managed to become a pro hero without learning a skill or two.

But your offensive quirk just wasn’t suited to squirm free of his grasp without potentially getting disintegrated should all of his five fingers touch your body. Usually, you were quite content with your abilities but right now you couldn’t help but curse yourself for not being born with a quirk more similar to the one of your old teacher, Eraserhead.

Your gaze continued to examine the room, trying to find anything at all that could help you in your predicament. But mostly, the shelves were littered with games upon games, accompanied by the corresponding console. Behind you, a bed stood in the corner of the room, the sheets thrown on it carelessly. While those may not be able to aid you in your initial quest to rid yourself of his dangerous hands, you would be able to use them to cut off his vision once you had gotten free – even if it was just for a second.

Your thought process was interrupted by Tomura, whose hand slid back to your body, grasping your hip in his hand while making sure that his pinky was lifted as to not accidentally kill you.

“Now we just have to wait for a few more minutes and the show can get started,” he said, his hands leisurely beginning to stroke your sides.

“Show?” you echoed confused and for the first time, your focus landed on the computer screen in front of you where a website you didn’t recognize was opened.

What you did recognize however, was the screen in the middle which reflected your own surprised face and the grinning one of Tomura behind you. Your eyes flitted to the top of the monitor to find a small camera on top, the little red light on the bottom center telling you that it was currently recording.

Back on the monitor screen, your eyes zoomed in on a small number in the corner and quickly you concluded that it showed the current viewer number of what obviously was a live stream.

“Wh-what are you planning, Shigaraki?” you asked him and turned your head and upper body so you could look in his eyes.

His gaze locked on to yours and a grin stretched across his face, cracked lips quickly moistened by his tongue so they wouldn’t crack further.

“Why, I thought since I’ve got you here, it would be a… shame not to share all the fun we’re about to have with the world,” he explained. “I even sent some links out to your dear colleagues, wouldn’t want them to miss out on it, now would we?”

Your eyes darted back to the monitor for a second, the viewer counter steadily rising, before you locked your eyes with Tomura again.

“It doesn’t matter in what way you’ll try to hurt me. I’m a hero, for God’s sake, don’t think I’m not used to pain. All you’re going to achieve by streaming this, is that my colleagues will trace the IP and find this place even faster.” You sent him a defiant look.

Tomura erupted into cackling laughter, sounding like the crazy madman he was. “Hurt you? Oh no no no no, I think you’re misunderstanding. I’m not going to hurt you.” His right hand moved upwards to grip the top of your hero uniform; his pinky raised by acquired habit.

“Rather, I thought…” he continued, his grip hardening around the sturdy material before he purposefully burrowed his hand in it. “We could have some fun in a different way.”

Your horrified gaze went towards your chest, where the material of your suit began to crumble away in ashes, opening the view to your undergarments.

“Fuck you!” you screamed and started to struggle in his grasp. His left hand gripped your side harder, pinky raised, while his right hand came up to grip your chin.

“N’ah, ah, ah,” he chided you and his grip on your chin became painful. “Don’t forget that I hold your life in my hands.”

Before you had the chance to reply to him, his lips descended upon yours. His kiss was harsh and bruising, the feeling of his chapped lips uncomfortable on yours. You tried to break free of his hold, but it was futile. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked your lips, hoping to gain entry. You pressed them together more fiercely, your jaw gnashing with the force you brought up to keep your mouth closed.

Tomura clicked his tongue in disapproval. He took his mouth off you for a second to take a look at your tense face.

“Now, now, doll, while it would be a shame if this level was too easy to clear, I think you still don’t understand exactly in what situation you are currently in.”

As if to prove his point, his hand lifted from your jaw and gripped the fabric of your sports bra with all of his fingers. Instantly, the material began to crumble away under his grip until all that remained was a small heap of ashes on your legs.

Now, with nothing to cover your shame, your face burned with embarrassment and your arms shot up to cover your breasts.

“Oh, don’t get shy on me,” Tomura grinned and grabbed your arms to pull them away from your chest. “I’m sure your viewers would love to get a good look at you.”

You tried to fight his grip, but his raw strength was far superior to yours, so you had no chance but to uncover your breasts for everyone to see. Your eyes felt hot and began to sting but you refused to let any tears fall. A hero didn’t cry, no matter how dire the situation got. On the screen, you saw an influx of messages on the chat, not even bothering to try and read the contents; you were sure that it wasn’t something you would actually want to read.

Before Tomura could continue to embarrass you further, a “ding” sounded from the computer speaker into the silence of the room. This led Tomura to giggle in excitement.

“Seems like the first one of our special guests has just entered the stream,” he said from behind you. Your head whipped around to face him. “What is that supposed to mean?” you asked him, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry, my doll. That ‘ding’ you just heard? Means that one of my invitation links just got opened and one of your colleagues just decided to finally join us. Why don’t you be nice and greet him?”

Tomura took your right hand he was still holding and began to wave it for the camera. Your eyes closed in frustration, knowing there was nothing you could do about it. When he was finally done waving for you, his hand let go of your wrist and immediately you covered your chest the best you could.

His now free hand gripped your hair and pulled your head back. His head burrowed itself in the crook of your neck, nibbling and biting at your skin. His lips moved up towards your ear and he whispered “Now, let’s make sure that we put on a good show for our viewers.” before taking your earlobe into his mouth and biting on it.

“Once I’m out of here, I’ll fucking kill you,” you answered him through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the unpleasant wet feeling of his mouth on you. You felt him smile against your skin, but he didn’t say anything to you in return. Instead, his hand left your hair and glided down your face and neck, making its way down to your breasts.

Your hand gripped his wrist, trying to keep him from touching you in this intimate place but you already knew that you wouldn’t be able to stop him. Moments later, Tomura’s hand had reached its goal and he began to fondle your breast roughly, pulling and twisting your nipple.

Your face scrunched up in pain and once more, you tried to pull his hand away from your body – to no avail. He continued tugging and twisting and shamefully you noticed that your nipple was getting hard. You knew that it was merely a bodily response to being stimulated but it was still hard to stomach that your body was reacting to it when you sure as hell weren’t enjoying his ministrations in the slightest.

And it seemed like you weren’t the only one who had noticed. Tomura had as well and you felt his grin against your neck. “Oh, seems like somebody’s enjoying it?” he gloated and tugged on your nipple harder.

“As if!” you exclaimed, hoping that nobody else would believe his incredulous words. Everything about his touches was uncomfortable: His grip was rough and his hand felt scratchy on your delicate skin.

Once more, you started to wriggle in his grasp, knowing that nothing would come out of it. With just the threat of his hands, he had you defeated before you had even started fighting. And although what was about to happen horrified and scared you, death scared you even more.

Now his left hand let go of yours and instantly, you started curling in on yourself, trying to prevent him from touching you further or the viewers on the stream from seeing you. He allowed you to remain in this position for a few moments while his gaze was fixed on the screen, reading the influx of comments.

“It seems like the majority of our viewers want us to move on to the next level already,” Tomura said and his left hand snaked under your armpit and up to your throat, tilting your body back against his.

“What do you say we give the people what they want?” Another tug on your nipple, and his hand left your breast before it continued downwards to your panties. Your hands clawed at his arm, trying to free yourself from his grip and save the last bit of dignity you still had left. Tomura wasn’t fazed by that however and his hand steadily continued until it had clawed into the material of your underwear and it decayed into nothingness along with your last shred of hope to somehow free yourself of this situation.

The little pile of dust that had settled on your crotch was blown away by Tomura and his mouth stretched into a wide grin, his dry lips close to cracking open. The hand that had disintegrated your panties now took your right thigh and pulled it to the side, effectively spreading your legs and displaying your pussy for everyone on the stream to see.

You had closed your eyes, not wanting to see yourself and your shameful display mirrored on the screen. Your hands, that had been on his arm up until now, trying to free yourself of his grasp, fell limply to your sides as all fight left your body. You knew that there was no way you would be able to get yourself out of this situation before Tomura had had the chance to defile you. Your only option at this point was to wait for your colleagues to arrive and save you – and hoping that you wouldn’t get killed before they would do so.

Once Tomura felt your body slacken, he began to laugh. “What? Not gonna fight me anymore?” he asked, his voice full of malicious joy. “And here I was beginning to enjoy your feisty attitude.”

Your change in behavior didn’t however stop him from continuing on with his little show and his right hand moved from your thigh to your pussy lips, spreading them open with the pointer and middle finger of his hand to give his audience a good show.

“That’s some grade A hero pussy,” he grinned into the camera as rubbed his finger around your hole a few times. “I wonder how many dicks it has taken so far…”

He turned his face from the camera to you as if he was waiting for an answer. You weren’t willing to give him that information though and kept your mouth shut, even as he lifted his other hand from your neck to your cheeks to squeeze them and get you to talk.

After a moment however, it seemed as if he had lost patience waiting for your answer, as he retracted his hand and put it back into place on your neck.

“It doesn’t matter. Once I’ve fucked you, I’ll have you ruined for other dicks for all eternity,” he cackled, his pointer finger pushing into your dry cunt immediately after he had finished his sentence.

You hissed out in pain. The skin on his finger was rough and you – surprise, surprise – were not turned on at all, so it hurt when he shoved it inside without any preparation at all.

When Tomura heard your hiss, he cackled again, moving his finger around inside you.

“If you’re already struggling to take my finger, you will break apart once I shove my cock inside you.”

Slowly, he began to move his finger, and with horror you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter the more he prodded your walls. Soon, he was able to fit a second finger inside your heat, angling them upwards and against where he had read the g-spot was.

When you took a sharp breath, he knew that he had been successful and he continued to push against the little rough patch of skin, knowing it would be so much more bitter for you if your body enjoyed the ordeal.

After a few moments of pumping his fingers inside you, he stopped and leaned forward a bit, reading through the comments in the chat.

He laughed. “Yeah, that little hero pussy is getting nice and wet,” he replied to one commenter. “It’s sucking my fingers right in.”

As if to demonstrate, he pulled his fingers out a bit and moved them around, until a squelching sound could be heard, and then pushed them all the way inside again, which elicited a muffled moan you hadn’t been able to stop in time.

“She’s definitely enjoying herself,” he answered another comment, looking at you with a sleazy grin. “Isn’t that right, hero slut?”

You grit your teeth and held back the curses and slurs you wanted to reply with, knowing that it would amuse your tormenter.

Once Tomura felt like he had replied to enough comments, he turned his attention back to you, thrusting his fingers inside you harshly one last time before he took them out, lifting them to the camera first to show the glistening juices before he put them inside his mouth and licked them with an exaggerated hum.

“I hope you’re ready for the final boss,” he whispered into your ear, although he made sure that it was loud enough for his audience to hear.

You shook your head, one last time trying to squirm out of his grasp. All that achieved however was that your ass rubbed against Tomura’s bulge and he let out a soft hiss.

“No need to be impatient, little hero slut,” he said with a grin as the hand that held your neck lifted you higher so the other hand could loosen and push down his pants.

Even if you hadn’t wanted to, as soon as Tomura’s erection bobbed free and sprang up between your legs, your eyes wandered to it, widening when you saw his size.

Tomura had to have seen your expression mirrored in the stream because he let out a manic laugh, his entire body (and dick) shaking with the emotion.

“Oh, don’t worry, it won’t hurt… much,” he cackled as he rubbed his dick along your slit, coating it in your juices. You body twitched when the tip of his dick rubbed over your clit and a shameful whimper escaped your throat, although you willed yourself immediately to shut up.

Not wanting to see your own violation, you closed your eyes as Tomura positioned himself at your entrance and began to slowly push inside.

You couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped your throat at the intrusion, nor the squirming as you tried to get away from it.

Tomura only tightened his grip on your neck you, pushing your body down on him as his dick breached further and further into your wet heat.

Tears threatened to escape your eyes once Tomura was fully seated in you and only through sheer willpower, you managed to hold them back, unwilling to give up this last bit of pride you had.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Tomura groaned, stilling for a second to get used to the feeling of your cunt. “Don’t tell me you were a virgin?”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer the villain. No matter what you would say, he would only find it amusing and possibly use it to torment you further, either calling you a stuck-up hero bitch, thinking you’re too good for anyone, or a hero slut, willing to let anyone willing fuck you.

When Tomura realized he wasn’t getting an answer from you, he chuckled before he adjusted his four-finger grip on your neck, pulled almost all the way out of your cunt and slammed you down again until he was inside you to the base.

A pained cry flew from your lips but you had no time to even try and hold back your voice anymore, because Tomura immediately continued to jackhammer into you, moaning and panting into your ear as he showed the world how your cunt ate up his dick.

Your hands flew up to grab at his arm, futilely trying to steady yourself at least a bit, as he pushed and pushed and pushed into you. Squelching noises you were sure the microphone was picking up as well, came from your cunt as it greedily sucked Tomura’s dick back in every time he pulled back.

“Fuck, this is some grade A pussy,” Tomura groaned, his hips only slowing down a bit as his muscles began to hurt from the position. He caught his breath while he lazily thrusted into you, his moist breath uncomfortable on your ear.

Suddenly, Tomura moved and stood up from his chair, pushing you up as well with his hips. The hand that was around your throat slipped from under your arm and instead pushed down onto your back, laying you flat on his computer desk while his dick never left your tight cunt.

As soon as he had finished adjusting to the new position, he began railing you again, his hips slamming against your ass as his dick burrowed inside you further and further.

You let out a pained scream as his thrusts reached even deeper now, clenching your eyes shut as you tried to shut out the pain. At least in this position, the camera wasn’t able to get a shot of your face, you thought in relief, as it was too high to capture your body laid out on the desk.

Tomura must’ve noticed that fact as well because the next moment, the hand that pushed your back down moved up and grabbed your hair, pulling you up so your face was angled towards the camera. Your eyes flew open, a choked cry leaving you as you felt the burn on your scalp of your hair being pulled.

Right in front of you, you could see the red blinking light of the recoding camera and even though you wanted to close your eyes again, you found that the position made it impossible for you to do so.

So you had no choice but to stare into the camera as Tomura fucked you from behind while grunting and panting, your eyebrows furrowing as your eyes filled with tears.

After a minute of thrusting and you getting slammed against the desk again and again, Tomura leaned forward to read some more comments, his face erupting into a cackle when he read one of them.

“They’re saying I’m not taking care of you,” he told you, pulling at your hair some more so your head leant on his shoulder. “Saying you look like you’re not enjoying yourself.” He let go of your hair which caused you to fall forward onto the desk, almost slamming your head on the wood. “Let’s change that, shall we?”

With those words, his right hand began snaking around your waist, moving down so he could rub at your clit. His other hand pulled your back against his chest, giving the camera a better view and himself some more room to move his hand around your little nub.

At first, it was easy to ignore the touches on your clit, instead focusing on your uncomfortable position but then, he moved his fingers in a way that teased your clit just right and your mouth flew open as a loud moan left your lips.

“Ahh, so that’s what gets you going,” he laughed, immediately repeating the motion and trying to get you to make some more noises. You tried to hold back the sounds, tried to force yourself to close your mouth so no more moans and whimpers could escape you, but Tomura simply moved his hand on your chest upwards, pushing two of his fingers inside you mouth so it would stay open.

His thrusts had increased in speed again, his dick rubbing against your g-spot as his hands teased your clit and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your peak.

You moved your body and tried to angle your hips in a way that would made Tomura’s actions at least a bit more bearable but he noticed right away and made sure that you could not escape the orgasm that was building inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re getting even tighter,” he rasped, out of breath due to his insane pace. “Are you gonna cum around my dick?” He laughed at your pained expression, letting out a grunt as your walls began twitching around him.

“Yeah, just like that. Cream around that villain dick like the hero slut you are,” he groaned, feeling himself edging closer and closer to orgasm as well.

With one last effort, you tried to move away and stop his hand from pushing you over the edge but it was useless and with a cry, you came on his dick, the tears you had held back the entire time running down your face as your body twitched and convulsed, milking his cock like some desperate bitch in heat.

Tomura let out a choked groan, pumping into you a few more time as he announced that he was going to fill your slutty pussy with his cum, before you could feel his dick twitching inside you. You wanted to shout, wanted to beg him to at least not cum inside but his hand was still in your mouth and so you simply cried in silence as his warmth spread through you and began dripping out of your pussy.

Tomura let out a shuddering breath as he calmed down from his high, falling down in his seat and taking you with him. His dick began to get flaccid and with a plopping sound the pulled it out of your abused cunt, spreading your pussy lips for your audience to show them the copious amounts of cum that now dripped out of your slit and down your ass.

“Next time,” Tomura laughed as he pushed his cum back inside with two of his fingers. “Let’s try out that back entrance of yours.” He teasingly let his finger circle around your cum-covered asshole while you simply lay on his chest, motionless except for your harsh breaths and the sobs leaving your body.

He wiped his gooey fingers on your chest before he leaned forward to grab his computer mouse, waving to the camera one last time and telling his audience he hoped they had enjoyed the show before he cut the stream and the red light of the camera turned off.

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When the screen turned black, back at the agency Katsuki slammed a fist on the table. He didn’t want to watch one of his coworkers violated but they needed to make sure you weren’t killed while his colleague on the desk worked on tracing the IP.

Katsuki whipped his head up, shouting over to the other pro-hero. “Did you fucking trace the stream?!”

It was silent for a minute while his colleague typed furiously, trying his hardest to get a location.

“…no.”

Katsuki’s scream of rage could be heard through the entire agency.

#bnha #bnha smut #shigaraki x reader smut #tw: noncon #bnha noncon

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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The best of friends

Peter Parker x Stark! reader

A/n: Hello! So this time the reader is going to be black! If y’all wanna like...request for a reader to be an ethnicity or race you can, I’ll do my best to write for it 💕

Summary: Peter Parker is your best friend. In fact he’s one of your only friends. So it’s needless to say things get a little complicated when you fall in love with him and he’s in love with another girl.

Warning ⚠️: Oblivious Peter, sad reader, love triangles

This fic was inspired by @cherrytholland and their silence series, YALL need to check it out!

You never had many friends. It’s alway been that way, ever since you remembered.

Being a Stark meant that you were constantly in danger, especially after your dad became Iron Man. So you were homeschooled. It was pretty easy, ever since the Avengers moved in, Bruce and Tony took turns teaching you everything you needed to know. So there was no need for you to go to school.

But you were lonely. Yes, you were surrounded by the team, but they were all so much older than you. Wanda and Pietro were the only ones closest to your age not only were they still way older than you, they hated your dad for a long time so there was a small tension there.

You spent time with your dad, hell he was your best friend, but a girl can only spend so much time with her father. Bruce was too scared to hang out with you. Steve treated you like a toddler. Sam and Bucky were fun to be with but then Steve will join and then they all act as if you’re a baby. Natasha is great to go to for advice but she rarely had time to talk with you, Clint was a whole father. And Thor, he was hardly on earth.

That's when Peter Parker came into your life. He was the first person on the team who was your age. You and he quickly became friends, bonding over your shared interests in Star Wars and being the youngest in the Avengers HQ.

When you first met him, you were really shy. As said before, you rarely had the chance to talk to anyone your age. If you did, it was most likely the child of another business owner at some fancy party. So becoming friends with Peter was definitely an experience. You remember the day you two became friends.

**Flashback**

You really weren’t expecting to meet Peter. Hell, you didn’t even know that he was supposed to be coming over. So,when you walked into the common room, wearing someone else’s tee shirt and a bonnet, you were shocked to see a boy next to your dad staring at you.

“Oh, Y/n! I may have forgotten to mention I was showing Peter around...” Tony said as he noticed you were sort of unprepared for a visitor.

“ yeah that would have been good to know” you say glaring at your father.

“Well then, Peter this is my daughter Y/n, Y/n this is Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man”

“H-hi! It’s nice to meet you!” Peter stuttered as he put out his hand. You smiled shyly as you took it

“It’s nice to meet you too” you said quietly, taking your hand back and looking at the floor. An awkward silence fell upon you three. Then Tony cleared his throat

“I’m gonna ignore that little awkward thing. Y/n!” He looks at you with a gleam in his eye, “Maybe you can show the kid around, it would be nice if you knew someone your age.”

“DAD!” You shout, embarrassed he basically set you up on a play date, “ I talk people my own age!”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “ Talking to those Gothamites during galas doesn’t count.”

“We follow each other on Instagram!”

“Wow, that’s the pinnacle of friendship.” Tony replied sarcastically, “ show the kid around.”

You sigh as you turn to Peter, who was standing a few feet away awkwardly listening to you and your dad squabble.

“ Alright web head, let’s go”

He looks at Tony, slightly fearful. But Tony only smiles and says, “ Aw a nickname, see Peter she does like you.” Then walks away, leaving you two alone.

Flashback ends ****

Who knew that from that awkward interaction, a beautiful friendship would blossom??

From then on, you and Peter were practically attached by the hip. Every day after patrol, Peter would come over and hang out with you. Whether you’re watching movies, playing video games, or cranking the other Avengers, you and Peter could always be found together. He truly became your one best friend.

Until it became more.

The light hugs he’d give you when he first saw you started to linger, you both sat closer when you were watching movies (practically cuddling), he’d fall asleep on you lap when you stroked his hair.

All this but you both still held on to the notion that you just friends. Well, Peter did.

You were really unexperienced when it came to stuff like this. This was the first time you ever had a friend, let alone have a crush. It was easier for you to ignore these intimate moments and cling onto the idea that it was just platonic. And you did, up until your dad had the wonderful idea to invite Peters class on a tour of the Tower.

At first you really didn’t have an opinion.

If anything, you were indifferent to the idea of your home being swarmed by teenagers. It didn’t help that Steve convinced your dad that you should be present during the tour. Claiming that “ it’d be good for her to meet more kids her age instead of just Peter.”

Honestly, you had other friends! They just lived in a different city and you rarely talked.

But there you were, standing beside Bucky as your dad went on about the compound and all the nerdy science stuff. You weren’t really paying attention, you had some AirPods in. It wasn’t until Bucky nudged you when you realized that your dad was calling you.

“ Come on up kiddo” he said giving you that Dad™️ stare.

You grin at him, then glare at Bucky as he snickers into his shoulder. You make your way up to where your dad is in the front of the crowd.

“ What am I supposed to be doing” you whisper to your dad. He rolls his eyes and whispers back “ Introduction and answer some questions”

You gulp, you were always good at public speaking . You were a Stark, of course you were. But introducing yourself to your fathers business partners and introducing yourself to your peers was two different things. You eyed the crowd trying to find Peter, you found him next to a chubby boy with an awestruck look on his face and a rather pretty girl who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here. When you made eye contact with him, he smiled and threw you a thumbs up.

That simple gesture give you all the confidence you needed to introduce yourself

“ Hi, I’m Y/n Stark. I’m seventeen years old and I live here with my dad and the team. Obviously” you say, a slight smile on your face. “ I guess I have to answer questions. But I’m not sure cause I wasn’t paying attention”

The group laughs and a few hands raise, the questions are basic “ what’s it like living with avengers?” “ Where do you go to school?” “Are you single?” Etc etc. After answering, the rest of the team introduced themselves and then split the kids into groups for the tour. You looked for the group Peter was in, finally finding him in Sam and Bucky group. You sneak away from your fathers side and skip up behind the duo. You watch them bicker over where to take their group.

“ What about the gym ?” You say, startling the two men.

“Jesus!!” “Shit!!”

You laugh, watching them dramatically clench their chest. “You’d think as highly trained soldiers you’d be more aware of your surroundings.”

“ haha.” Sam says, “ just for that you’re not allowed to be part of our group”

“ I’ll just find a way to sneak in.” You say with a grin. They roll their eyes and lead the group to the gym. You stay in place as you wait for Peter to walk by. As he does you saddle up next to him.

“Hey web slinger” you whisper in his ear. He jumps at your voice.

“Y/n??!” His voice cracks, “ don’t do that!!”

“Aw come on Pete!” You laugh, “ don’t be such a wuss!”

Then the boy next to him turns, The awestruck look back on his face

“ Your..your Y/n Stark ” he says wide eyed. You smile shyly as you turn to him, remembering where you were.

“ hi, you must be Ned. Peters told me a lot about you” you say in a low voice.

“ Peter talks to you about me” he says in a surprised voice.

“Yeah! It’s really awesome to finally meet you.”

“ Are you two coming?” Another voice chimes in. You turn to see the pretty girl with a bored expression.

“ Oh, hey” she says noticing you, “ I’m Michelle Jones, but just call me MJ”

“Y/n Stark” you say with a smile. She nods at you and then turns to Peter and Ned.

“ Come on you two, Liz is asking where you are”

“ Liz is asking about me??” Peter says, his face turning red, “ what did she say? Did she mention my name?!”

You watch him in confusion. He never acted like this except when Natasha called him handsome that one time. Then again, if Natasha called you pretty you’d freak out as well.

MJ rolls her eyes and ignored his questions, “ So you live here?” She asks you. Her question startled you as you weren’t expecting to be talked to.

“ Ye-yeah. I’ve been with my dad since I was about two.” You stuttered.

“That’s cool!! What about your mom?” Ned asks.

You smile sadly, “ I don’t know, she’s not around much.” Sensing your sadness, Peter wrapped in arm around you.

“ Cone on guys, quit it with the questions.”

Ned looks at you apologetic and Mj looks away. Then a pretty girl walks up to your group.

“ There you are. Come on you guys, you’re not supposed to split from the group.”

Peter pulls his arm back immediately at her presence. His eyes glaze over as he looks at her with a gaze you can only describe as dreamy.

“He-hey!! Sorry Liz, guess we lost track of time..heh” He rubs the back of his neck as his face turns red. His body tensed up in anxiety but at the same time is slouched. He has a goofy grin that you’ve never ever seen before.

Seeing Peter act so differently around this girl made you feel weird. Your hands were sweaty and your chest filled with anxiety. You felt cold and hit at the same time. There was a sick feeling in your stomach.

“Are you okay?” Mj asked looking at you in concerned.

You were frowning. Ned looked at you with wide eyes “ I’m sorry about mentioning your mom! I really didn’t mean to upset you.”

You turn to him and smile at his concern for you. “ Don’t worry about it, you didn’t know” you frown again looking at Peter walking with Liz, “ Soo, who’s that?”

“ Oh that’s Liz Allen. Peters been in love with her since like freshman year”

Your heart drops and that sick feelings return. “ Oh really?”

“Yeah, I am surprised you don’t know who that is Peter hasn’t stopped yapping about hersince freshman year.” MJ says rolling her eyes.

“ Peters never mentioned her. Just Ned and you.” You say. MJ hums at that.

“ Thats funny, Peter doesn’t talk about his internship too much. we didn’t even know you two were friends until today.”

Well, if you weren’t hurt before, now you were in absolute pain.

“Oh..really?” You ask, “ it’s probably because I hardly leave the HQ. Peter is the first friend I have here in the city.” You tried to reason, but you didn’t even convince yourself.

Ned and MJ look at you in shock, but before they can say anything Peter comes back to the group.

“ Hey guys! Liz just agreed to hangout with us this weekend!” He says to Ned and MJ, his back turned to you. You’re shocked because you were supposed to go shopping with Peter this weekend.

“ Since when were we hanging out this weekend??” Mj asks confused with the sudden plans.

“ well...Liz was supposed to go shopping with her friends but they have plans this weekend, and she was really bummed out about it so I said she can hang out with us...” he says quickly.

“ but I thought we were going shopping..” you finally say. Peter jumps and looks at you as if he’s realizing you were there.

“ Oh crap! Y/n I’m so sorry! I completely got caught up with everything!” He apologizes, “ Hey! Why don’t you come with us! You can get to know Ned and MJ some more, and Mr. Stark and Cap will get off your back about talking to people your age”

“ That sound fun!” Ned exclaimed

“ I guess I have nothing better to do” Mj says

You want to decline at first, upset that he forgot about the plans he made with you and you didn’t really want to see him flirt with Liz. But he was looking at you with those brown eyes you love, so you couldn’t say no.

“ sure, I can’t wait..”

You smile weakly. Already dreading the upcoming weekend.

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